Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ cure me. ❯ chapter 2. ( Chapter 2 )

A figure sprinted across the rooftops of Seireitei. Faster and faster the little disappearances and appearances blurred the sight of the runner.

 

He had seen it. And it had turned him on tremendously. How should he have known that the sight of the naked man would have been the one thing to send him over the edge?

 

He had been among the miscreants of the 11th Division today. While devising a way to escape the stare from Unohana, he had overheard her prescription for the white-haired captain. Curiosity had gotten her enticing hold on him.

 

Hiding and following the captain back to his quarters, the figure had gasped when he saw the pale hand of the man reach under his yukata. Maybe captain Ukitake was just cold or rubbing his stomach. Surely he hadn't taken the words of the 4th Division captain seriously. And maybe the moan uttered had really been a groan of pain he felt from his disease.

 

But when those thin lips had taken a finger into its wet orifice and the grey yukata on the slender man was shrugged open, the spying man had to admit that the captain was really serious about his new therapy. As skinny fingers had trailed trimmed pubic hair and encircled a beautiful appendage, the man had to confess that the sickly captain was indeed beautiful.

 

Yes, Yumichika Ayasegawa had to admit that he desired the sickly man. More so now after the blatant display of passion. He had always considered the man from a distance, but never in the manner that haunted him now. He had by no means really believed men to be extremely beautiful, well other than himself. Ikkaku, his best friend, had even tried kissing him once while drunk. It had been unpleasant. So now, why were thoughts of the long-haired man plaguing him?

 

Finding himself at the 11th Division's headquarters, Yumichika pondered his situation. He was a 5th seat. Though powerful enough to be a 3rd seat, his position was still lower than the 13th Division captain's. Also, coupled with that fact was the one that the older man might not really find interest in him.

 

That thought was frightening. He wanted that man to please him as he had himself. Thoughts of him moaning aloud filled the 5th seat as his semi-hard member almost sprung up. Silently thanking whoever designed the Shinigami uniform, he was glad the folds of his hakama covered the otherwise obvious member.

 

A stinging pat to his back by his friend Ikkaku almost made him shot his load. Regaining composure, Yumichika tried to take his mind of the aching need in his groin and instead focused his attention onto the man beside him.

 

“What do you want?” His voice sounded a bit annoyed as the bald man beside him stared into his face.

 

“Hey Yumi, wanna go drinking?” It was obvious to the narcissistic man that his friend was partially drunk. Titling his head to a side, his finger on his chin, he pondered the situation. Maybe drinking would get his mind off the beautiful captain he had caught masturbating.

 

“Sure,” his semi-cheerful voice replied. Not one for heavy drinking, he decided that the burning liquid could distract him from his need to touch the white-haired man embedded his thoughts.

 

Ikkaku accepted his friend's answer and started walking with him to their barracks to collect some money. Yumichika blocked out his friend's gossipy banter as his thoughts unwillingly led him back to the bucking form of Ukitake.

 

He was a bit frightened to think what would happen should the captain reject him. Not that he was going to confess or anything. But still, the possibility of being the one making the man moan was an overbearing fantasy.

 

As they entered the room, Yumichika bounded to his wardrobe. Pulling out a colorful purple yukata, he slid his arms into the silky material. Maybe he should try wooing the white-haired captain. He could send him some nice yukatas and such. Maybe a silky kimono.

 

The image of the white-haired man posing seductively in a dark-colored kimono filled his thoughts. The sleeves would be falling of the pale shoulders, contrasting roughly. The man's lips would be open in a silent moan; head tilted back, eyes lidded with lust. Maybe the captain would spread his legs open letting the air touch his silky skin and that beautiful penis of his.

 

Biting his lips, he absently traced a hand to his hakama. Ikkaku's voice suddenly filled his ears; something about hurrying up to meet Matsumoto. Yumichika's eyebrow twitched. He could care less about the busty woman now; he wanted the captain in his thoughts. But inwardly he thanked Ikkaku for bringing his thoughts back to dressing as he undid the hakama ties and let it pool to the ground.

 

Immersed in his own thoughts, he tried to block out everything pertaining to the white-haired man. Finding a hair tie, he discreetly, with back faced to Ikkaku, tied it around the base of his semi-erect cock to act as a cock ring. After fixing his fundoshi tightly, the man tied the yukata around his body with a random obi.

 

Walking over to a small set of drawers, he pulled out a little box. Opening it, he positioned himself in front of a small mirror and started applying the cosmetics he had smuggled in from the real world. Though it was not enough to make him look like a girl, it certainly accented his facial features.

 

Meanwhile Ikkaku had raised an eyebrow. His best friend had always been vain, but wasn't this taking things a bit far? He watched as his friend started applying makeup. Makeup? What was this a date? But Yumichika had shown no real interest in him before. He had even shrugged him away when Ikkaku had made a pass at him, and when he had kissed him, the man said something about it being unpleasant.

 

The truth was he wanted nothing more than to have his friend squirming underneath him moaning his name and begging for more. But that day seemed far away. Ikkaku knew that he would have to deal with more days of the other man flaunting his body. And the way he walked, the bald man groaned as he fought his body's urging to jump the dressing man.

 

When had these indecent feelings started? Probably when he was still fighting in the streets of Rukongai. Back then, the vain man had dressed in a feminine yukata (not that he hadn't stopped doing that), and his hair had been in a Hime cut. Wasn't a Hime cut for royal women and such? He suddenly did not want to pursue that train of thought.

 

Instead, he tried focusing his attention on the shoji screens. He kept a hearty banter going with himself, knowing full well that even though his friend wasn't pay attention, silence would be awkward.

 

Yumichika finished his ministrations on his face. Setting the box of cosmetics down, he found a brush nearby and began to detangle his silky hair. Brushing away the loose strands from his shoulders, he turned around, posing for effect.

 

“So, what do you think?” his voice questioned his friend.

 

Turning to dress the now dressed man, Ikkaku had to remind himself to breath. Yumichika was dressed in a simple silk yukata. The purple material was accented by small floral designs in a dark purple color. Though he was still wearing his uniform tabi, he had changed into a pair of dark black geta sandals. His hair had been brushed to a shine in its pageboy cut. The makeup on his face was apparent, but still unnoticeable. The majority of it being the thick dark red line in the center of his lips. Yumichika was wearing eyeliner and mascara to accent his eyes. But the most difference from his normal everyday appearance was the lack of feathers that usually graced the spot above the shinigami's eye.

 

All in all, Yumichika was gorgeous, just like his vain self portrayed him to be. The man looked very fragile and womanly, but at the same time tough and manly. It was confusing to Ikkaku. It would be hard to keep his hands off the man tonight. He was definitely not feigning drunkenness tonight.

 

“Let's go,” the dressed-up man said.

 

The two walked out of the room; Yumichika trying to forget the sensation of a semi-hard cock, and Ikkaku trying not to pounce on his best friend. Both were going to drink their desires away tonight.

 

 

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Far away in the center of a pond, a man in the small quarters there turned around in his bed, eyes popping open. For some odd reason he felt the urge to go drinking. Knowing that his best friend was out with his new girlfriend, Ukitake decided to visit Rukongai and try the local sake.

 

Slipping off the sweaty yukata, he gently sponged himself off with a moist cloth, wiping away the dried cum and sweat. Slipping on a light blue yukata belonging to his lover, he gently tied it. Running a hand through his white hair, he decided that he should tie it into a ponytail.

 

Unknown to the captain, a small set of black eyes drank the scene in. Things were starting to get interesting.