Accidents B
By MasterAkira
Warning: Blood Play. Not vampires, but just plain blood. Anal, (kind of) oral, rough sex, language.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, or any of the characters. I wish I owned them, though. Think about all the sex they'd be having...
Note: Ugh, I hate Yumichika's voice in the English dub. It makes me so angry! But his long hair made me totally squee (again). This is a present to myself on the night before my last day of classes! Review please!
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"Get out! And don't come back, I don't want your kind here!" The bright light from the bar suddenly vanished from where it had illuminated three figures in the street, leaning against each other as they struggled with uncontrollable laughter.
"Accident! You told them it was all an accident!" Tears streamed from Renji's eyes as he gasped for breath.
"It was an accident!" Yumichika straightened up and righted his uniform, wiping away his own tears. Slender fingers slicked back his hair and feathers. "It really was!" He crossed his arms but the smile that was plastered to his face gave him away.
"Accident my ass!" Ikkaku snorted and rubbed the back of his head. "Time to get home. Yumi?"
"Coming!" He giggled again. Too much sake? Nah…
"Shit! I've got to get back to the barracks. 'Night Yumi, Ikkaku." Renji grinned and gave them a wink before shunpoing off to the eleventh barracks.
They watched him go before the smaller male turned to his closest friend. "Take me home? I'm not sure if I can make it by myself…" his words melted away as they turned to a breathy laugh. He could feel the pleasant warmth of the sake flowing through him, slowing his sense.
His smile was more than convincing enough. "Yeah." Ikkaku suddenly found this throat felt thick, dry. He wrapped an arm around Yumichika's waist and brought them home to the eleventh's vice-captain's house. Yachiru lived with Kenpachi, she didn't need it so they stayed in the small, cozy building. It was their home.
"Ikku, put me to bed." The beautiful shinigami demanded like a spoiled brat and Ikkaku rolled his eyes.
"Yes Yumi-hime." He snickered as he placed the slender male on his purple-covered bed. "Anything else?"
His sarcasm was lost on the raven-haired beauty. "Yes, lay down." He felt dizzy from their earlier drinking and wanted a warm body beside him. Too bad he didn't get to go home with anyone…
"Why do ya always have to start fights?" Ikkaku rolled so he was facing Yumichika. "Ya always find the biggest guy in a bar, tempt him, and start a brawl as soon as he touches ya. Not that I'm complaining, I just want to know why."
Yumichika yawned. "It's an accident! They touch me and I don't want it, so I must show them what awaits those who try to touch me against my will." He giggled. "Plus sake makes me horney and violent."
"Renji-kun gets worried about ya. He doesn't understand you jus' like fightin'. He thinks yer jus' another pretty face."
"I am a pretty face." Yumichika closed his eyes and smiled, rolling to his back. "Ugh. That fight wasn't good enough. Next time, let's find a bar with real shinigami." One hand came up to push back his hair from his face. "Touch me and we can fight. Come on Ikkaku."
The bald man was not sure if he was kidding or not. "I'll touch ya, but we can do something better than fightin'." He moved closer to Yumichika, lining himself up so his groin was pressed to a sharp hip.
He heard a chuckle as Yumichika turned his head towards him. "We could. Just promise me there'll be blood. Lots." The beautiful smile he flashed was pure evil. He knew his friend was into some strange things, but…. It did explain why he was he was in the eleventh though, not just because Ikkaku joined.
"Hell yeah Yumi." He returned the smile and swooped in for a quick kiss.
"Good." Yumichika moved forward so they were pressed together, and his hands pulled on Ikkaku so that the taller man was almost on top of him. The kiss broke when he bit down hard enough to draw the first blood. "Fuck me."
"You're a freak, Yumi." Ikkaku looked down on him with a grin, crimson dripping from his open mouth down onto Yumichika's. The lower ranked shinigami closed his eyes and smiled in bliss, his tongue darting out to catch the warm drops.
"But you love me for it." He arched up, forcing their hips together. He was pleased to find an equally hard erection pressing against his. "Undress me."
"Anything, hime." The fighter ravished the pliant mouth under his, his tongue mimicking the action he soon anticipated his hips would be doing. His hands smoothed down a well defined, lean chest, to tug at a neatly tied sash. He got it undone and started to slowly peel away the layers separating him from Yumichika's perfect flesh. He may have been a warrior at heart, but his vanity kept him from proudly displaying any scars. He always had a jar of salve that made the unsightly things disappear.
"Hurry up." Yumichika groaned as rough finger tips found his nipples and tugged—hard. He enjoyed the feeling and arched into the touch. "Ah, more. Ikku, please." His bared skin rubbed against Ikkaku's silken yukata and sparks flew between them.
"I'm not gonna rush it." He smiled and shoved his tongue into the tear in his lips his friend had created and drew forth fresh blood, letting it flow over his lips and down his chin. Yumichika moaned as it was smeared against his mouth.
"I want you naked. Now." The beautiful man was getting impatient. He smirked when Ikkaku straightened up, still straddling his hips, and started removing his clothing. He groaned when Ikkaku's chiseled, tan skin was exposed. He was all muscle, hard planes of solid flesh and sharp angles. He was the perfection of male physique, a few scars marring an otherwise flawless body. "I forget how beautiful you actually are once your clothes are gone."
"Shut it." Ikkaku sneered and ran a hand slowly from his collar slowly down his chest, pausing to flick at an erect, dark pink nipple and then continued, his palm flat, down to the beginning of dark pubic hair, right below his bellybutton. "You only wish your body looked like this and," his fingers wrapped around his leaking, engorged cock, "you want this so badly you can taste it."
"Can I?" Yumichika propped himself up on his elbows. The rounded tip of the cockhead was thrust forward and he let it bump against his lips. It pulled back, leaving behind a spot of wet that his tongue flicked out to taste. "Ask me to do it."
"Suck my cock, Yumi. Ya know you fuckin' love it." Ikkaku scooted his knees towards the other's head so his erection slapped against a pointed jaw. "Take it."
Yumi kissed the wet tip, considering the order. "You are very silly to think you can order me, Ikku." With that he opened his mouth and swallowed the whole large length immediately, almost effortlessly. Ikkaku erupted into a wordless scream. He tightened his throat once and pulled back, swirling his tongue around the tip. "Now stop messing with me. Fuck. Me. Already." His hands came up and pushed Ikkaku back, so the shocked man fell onto his butt. "You're so slow."
With an impossible speed Ikkaku watched Yumichika straddle him, align his cock with the tight pink hole he knew so well, and impaled himself. "Ah, Yumi! Fuck, yer tight! Don't move yet, goddamn it!"
"Ngh," his words caught in his throat for a second. "Shut up." He lifted his hips up in a minuscule movement and felt his dry passage start to tear. "Yeessss. Ugh, now Ikku, fuck me NOW!" He needed this. His fighting had been cut short and he still felt the bloodlust lurking in the shallows of his conscious.
"Anything." Ikkaku did as he was told, his hands coming to clutch at slim hips with bruising force. He lifted the male up, and slammed him down, his own hips snapping up. He repeated it until the movement got easier, slick with fluids from Yumichika's body. He knew he wasn't the only one enjoying his actions, if Yumichika breathy nonsense meant anything.
"Oh yeah, right there…ah, fuck me harder. Harder!...Ikku, gods you're good…slam that huge cock deeper into me!" They found a rhythm, Yumichika bouncing up and down and Ikkaku pulling his shaking body against his violent thrusts. "More!"
Grey eyes watched the lithe creature on his lap and knew the deadly force it contained. He enjoyed the feel of the damp, strangling passage around his aching erection. It was an amazing feeling and they enjoyed while still being the best of friends. Sex had only increased the power of their friendship, if that was possible. "Yer a god Yumi, a fuckin' god."
"I know." Yumichika was panting as his purple gaze made contact with Ikkaku's. "I want to take me as hard as you can. Ikku, you're the only one who's not afraid to break me." Heat was spreading, intensifying in his lower body and he looked down at where they were connected, seeing red staining their skin. He liked blood, he really did. During intense pleasure, like he was experiencing, was the only time he let his be shed. "Do your worst."
"Oh, Yumi." He felt his orgasm approaching and fought it off, tearing his eyes away from Yumichika to make it easier. He wondered if, maybe, the shinigami was really an incubus.
"I'm close, so close!" Yumichika had to close his eyes; just letting his body feel, not see, the amazing force acting on his body. He tried to speed up, his hips grinding against Ikkaku's on the down motion.
"I can't take much more." Ikkaku panted, sweat dripping into his face. He watched with lust-clouded eyes as Yumi reached out and one hand gripped his erection harshly, the other twisting his reddened nipples, standing out against his flushed chest.
"So good." Ikkaku lunged up, into a sitting position and covered the others mouth with his own. It was good, but he knew what they really needed was to come and get to sleep. His kiss stifled Yumichika's cry of release and his own came as he was caressed by the other's convulsing muscles. He bit down on the bottom lip in his mouth in a moment of carelessness and the taste of sweet copper only prolonged orgasm for the both of them.
Satiated, Yumichika fell onto Ikkaku with a content sigh. The larger man grunted. "Heavy."
He snickered tiredly. "I'm not and you know it. Now shut up, I want to sleep."
"Clean up?"
"Tomorrow. We'll miss stuff anyways." The fifth seat sighed and inched his hips up so Ikkaku's oversensitive, spent cock slipped out. His own rubbed over chiseled abs and he grimaced. "When Renji comes to check on us in the morning we can just tell him it was an accident. There's enough blood all over us."
"Well, aren't ya jus' a wicked little thing?"
"Obviously."
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End Note: I really love Yumichika. He's so perfect as any type of uke. Stuff I've been working on: Bya/Renji/Ichigo, Hisagi/Yumichika, and a Kenpachi/Hisagi (but I don't really like it, so unless people ask for it I'm not going to finish it.) Let me know about any pairings you might like to see or situations (please? I'm running out of them...), and I'll try!
Please review, it helps me work faster and I love feed back. Thanks for reading.