Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ cure me. ❯ chapter 3. ( Chapter 3 )

They had somehow made it to the bar. Finally sitting down at one of the back tables, Yumichika sat facing the door as Ikkaku poured sake into the wooden saucers for them. Both were ready to get drunk and forget the objects of their lust-filled thoughts.

 

Slowly, the rest of their friends filtered in. Kira and Matsumoto, tired from their stay at the 4th Division, were the first, followed by a lazy Hisagi. As the group gathered around the table and drinks were poured, Ikkaku realized that all eyes had unbiddenly strayed to his best friend. Yumichika, too busy concentrating on his drink, had dolled himself up prior to leaving Seireitei.

 

Matsumoto grinned in her usual way. “So Yumi-kun, dressed up for Ikkaku, huh?”

 

The 5th seat tried his best to ignore the comment. Lately, for some reason, he found himself trying to ignore the big-breasted woman. Unfortunately, Matsumoto, not one who liked being overlooked, slid into a seat next to him begging for an explanation.

 

Hisagi's eyebrow seemed to be frozen in a state of asking “what is that?” Even he, the Matsumoto-and-her-big-boobs lover had to admit that Yumichika looked pretty. Pretty as a cheap whore; but still, he seemed to have an air of superiority to his aura that definitely was not whore-ish, being more on the lines of fuck with me and I'll fucking kill you. He decided that any comments dealing with the 5th seat should be kept to himself.

 

Kira, on the other hand, when seeing Yumichika, had almost run over to Ikkaku to ask who his new girlfriend was. When Matsumoto had slid over to the “girl,” he was a bit confused, especially when Matsumoto had called “her” Yumi-kun. Upon closer inspection, he realized that it was really Yumichika dressed up. Before he made a comment about the other's new look, Ikkaku jabbed him friendly in the ribs; friendly but hard. Grimacing at the painful sensation, he gave his friend an evil look wondering why the man had hurt him. The look that Ikkaku gave him though was one saying shut up and don't ask. Blushing quietly, he took the sake saucer given to him by Hisagi and drank quietly.

 

Trying to ignore the woman beside him fussing about his looks, Yumichika's eyes trailed to the scene outside the bar. There he stared in concealed shock as he saw the laughing form of Ukitake stop outside the building in front of them. He stood there talking to a passerby about something entertaining. At least it looked entertaining to the man inside.

 

Waving a small goodbye to the man, Ukitake turned and paused in front of the building facing the bar. Looking at the sign briefly, he smiled and then walked into the cool doorway. Yumichika almost choked on his sake. This was not happening. Ukitake, the desire of his groin, could not be in the building across from them. But he knew that he really was. The object of his fantasies was probably sitting down for a drink as the group around him spoke.

 

A nudge from Ikkaku brought his mind back from whatever daydreams it had been ready to concoct. Apparently Hisagi had asked something or another on the lines about what had happened today. A red tinted blush burned its way across Yumichika's face; he couldn't tell anyone here about what he had witnessed.

 

“You know same old, same old.” He averted his eyes from their prying gaze and focused on drinking his sake.

 

Ikkaku noticed the blush right away. Worry, concern, and curiosity wanted to know what had happened to make his friend blush so much. Judging from the other's acceptance of the comment, he realized they were guessing the blush was just from the sake. But he, Ikkaku Madarame, 3rd seat of the 11th Division, knew better. Something was up. He would wait all night if he had to, but by morning he would know the truth; no matter how bitter it was, he would swallow it whole and bear the disgusting taste with a happy smile.

 

The conversation continued around the table as the drinkers caught up on Seireitei gossip. Sharing their daily trials, they were soon drinking bottles of sake down instantaneously.

 

Yumichika let his thoughts stray to the outside building. Inside there somewhere, Ukitake was sitting and drinking. Unconsciously his tongue licked his bottom lip. He wondered why the captain had picked today to be so close by. As the steady stream of people outside thinned due to coming nightfall, he could vaguely hear the sounds of the market closing. Light from the sunset filtered in through the doorway as the shinigami chatted and drank.

 

Then a single figure paused in front of the opposite building. Curiously, Yumichika watched as it considered the sign outside. A basic shinigami uniform covered its body. Judging from the uniform and reiatsu, it was apparent that the person was unseated and had very little power. A tattered straw hat sat on the head covering the owner's face and hair. Though he couldn't put a finger on it, something seemed odd about the figure. Finally, it decided to enter and walked into the establishment.

 

Yumichika felt his face flush. What was the shinigami doing there? Did he have a meeting with Ukitake? Tendrils of jealousy floated through the air surrounding the man. Was his Ukitake sleeping with someone else already?

 

Then the realization that the man was not his and probably never would be hit him. He would probably never know the feeling of that smooth white skin beneath his fingers; never feel the heat it radiated. Never would he feel those delicate fingers touch him, hear that beautiful mouth moan his name, feel that body shudder in anticipation, or even feel solely satisfied by a kiss. He wanted to own that body and make it his, but it seemed that the chance would never come.

 

Minutes passed by as the group drank on, their discussion leading from boring Seireitei life to personal issues. Somewhere along the line, someone started talking about life before Seireitei. Cups were poured and drunk, each person at the table revealing embarrassing things about people they knew in Rukongai.

 

Eventually the conversation was stirred to the past of Ikkaku and Yumichika. The two tried to ignore the turn the chat had taken. But each time they would try to make a comment about something else, one of the others would quickly stir it right back to their past.

 

Finally giving in from being tired and the amount of sake they had consumed, the two started talking about the “good ole days.” Mindful of each other's feelings, they told little playful stories at first. But as more sake was poured and consequently drunk, the two started spilling juicy gossip about the other, each trying to outdo each other with how embarrassing they could make the memories. The stories ranged from Zaraki's fight with Ikkaku to when Yumichika got his first haircut.

 

Then someone said something about sex. The two really didn't comprehend what that meant. Someone else commented about Yumichika being gay. Ikkaku was drunk, but not that drunk. At the comment, he almost chocked on his sake. Turning to look at Yumichika, he decided that he would have to protect his friend.

 

“Hahaha! Good one.” Nervously, he tried to sound amused at the remark. He knew that Yumichika wasn't gay; come on, he had tried so many times to get that drunken version of his friend in bed. But never had the man budged from his opinion that it was disgusting, though Ikkaku was glad the man hadn't pushed him away fully.

 

“Pretty boy here ain't gay, fellas.”

 

Attention turned towards the bald man. After all, if anyone knew Yumichika, it would have to be Ikkaku.

 

“Prove it.”

 

Ikkaku glared at the comment said. He couldn't figure out who had spoken it. Deciding that Yumichika was more important than his honor, he accepted the challenge.

 

Leaning over to his best friend, he slowly slid his arms around the man's shoulders. Yumichika was to drunk to really understand what was happening and went with the flow. Ikkaku nervously lifted a finger to tilt his friend's head upwards to his lips and pressed them together.

 

Instead of struggling, Yumichika gave into the kiss. Suddenly, his aroused member throbbed painfully wanting Ukitake. Ikkaku grew bolder at the sign of no rejection; he forgot exactly what he was doing in the first place as all thoughts focused on getting more out of this kissing session. Slowly, he teased his tongue over the other's bottom lip, cautiously asking permission.

 

Yumichika moaned at the warm wet tongue stroking his lip. Opening his mouth invitingly, he gasped as the eager Ikkaku plunged into his mouth. Ikkaku couldn't believe the feeling of entering the wet orifice. It was so warm and inviting, drawing him in deeper. His hands grasped the other's yukata fabric pulling him closer to his body.

 

Yumichika gasped as the other's tongue assaulted his own. Giving into the kiss, his thoughts were focused on Ukitake. He imagined the captain pulling him closer, ravishing his mouth. The hands on his chest and shoulder were the same delicate ones that had been masturbating an ivory cock only this afternoon. Groaning, he decided to look at the gorgeous man. Eyes lidded with passion, the sight of the man causing all these feelings of pleasure caused him to sober up immediately.

 

Pushing Ikkaku away, he stumbled backwards. He had told his friend so many times that he wouldn't stand it. He was not going to let that man fuck him. Blushing, he realized in embarrassment that he had kissed the man back. It really was partially his fault. But he couldn't tell the people around him that he thought Ikkaku was the white-haired captain. Making a reminder to tell Ikkaku about it later, he tried to sit still as he felt all eyes at the table stare at him in amazement.

 

Finally he couldn't stand it anymore. Excusing himself, he pried his body away from the group and walked out the door. Feeling a little hesitant, he strode straight into the establishment across the street. The building's inside was dimly lit giving it a dark atmosphere. Strangely there was no one in the room, nor were there signs of the strange shinigami. Spying the entrance to another room, he cautiously walked over to it. He decided that if anyone asked him what he was doing, he could just say that he was lost and had stopped for directions.

 

Peering into the room, he gasped silently. There sitting in a chair, facing away from him, sat a pony-tailed, long white-haired man. There was no doubt that it was the man plaguing his thoughts; he was wearing a yukata Yumichika had spotted at the captain's quarters. Yumichika watched as the captain lifted his delicate hand to his cover his lips while coughing lightly into it.

 

Prying his eyes from the heavenly figure, he looked around the room trying to figure out what to do. He spotted only one drinking cup and that was the captain's. Thanking the gods, he was glad the strange shinigami from earlier wasn't meeting with the captain.

 

It looked like no one else would be coming in to disturb them. Slowly, he stepped into the room. At the side of the inner doorway, he spotted the makeshift door, a piece of cloth tied to one side with a small tie made to cover the doorway. Loosening the knot, he let the fabric fall silently in place behind him.

 

He still had no idea what to do. Here before him was the object of his desire. If he wanted, he could rape the man; at least try to rape him. He knew the captain was strong despite looks and decided against that idea.

 

Maybe he could confess. If he was rejected, then he could let out his sexual frustration with Ikkaku. The man had been overly forward tonight, even letting in his tongue during the kiss. Blushing, he tried to push away the thoughts of his friend. Right now he needed to focus on seducing Ukitake.

 

Yes, seduce Ukitake. But how?