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Changing the Stars	By : koorineko Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: There be sex in this chapter. It's also very fluffy. O.o And MAJOR spoiler alert for Seireitei Arc. Reviews are highly appreciated.

Yumichika didn't love Ikkaku. Well, he did, but it was more than that. They had been together, just the two of them, for so long, that he felt the notion of love just wasn't enough to describe it. They were partners in everything – fighting, laughing, fucking. Ikkaku was great at all three, bringing a response from the shorter man in everything he did. Yumichika trusted Ikkaku with everything, every secret, every desire, every pain. That's why he felt comfortable confiding in the bald man. That's why he knew that Ikkaku knew why Yumichika needed to fend for himself.
Yumichika was beautiful. Some people called him vain and a narcissist, and he could live with that. Only two people's opinions really mattered, three if he counted their pink haired vice-captain. Yachiru usually made their captain agree with her, though, so that brought the number back to two.
There was only one thing Yumichika could never tell his friend about. Ruri'iro Kujaku. It pained the beautiful man to keep such a secret, but the thought of being thrown out from 11 th division made his vision falter in fear. Some lower ranked and unseated members of the division already disliked him for being excellent at kidou. If anyone found out he had a kidou based zanpakuto, the mockery would never end. He would be chased away, not even his friendship with the captain and Ikkaku would be able to save him. So he kept his real shikai hidden, never letting anyone live who had seen it.
Then came the execution of Kuchiki Rukia.
Years of calm, with the sporadic Hollow encounter, then all of a sudden all of Soul Society was thrown into chaos. A human gaining Shinigami powers before being reborn into Rukongai. A shinigami loosing her powers to save a human, allowing the human to degrade her. Kuchiki-taichou refusing to speak up for his sister. Then came Aizen's death, accusations and suspicions abundant.
Yumichika could feel creases form on his flawless face as he tried to figure it out. He let it drop, waiting for an order. So much easier, less straining on his skin. The ryoka had been pushed away at the gates, yet they kept coming back, crashing into Seireitei with frightening speed.
There was something creepy about the orange haired boy. Ikkaku was grinning like an idiot, excitement radiating off the bald man next to him. Yumichika felt something come to life in his gut as he watched the third seat. Fighting or having sex, that excited grin was the same. The boy was quite handsome, but his company was so ugly... and of course Yumichika got stuck with the old man, Ikkaku laying claim on the boy. Chasing old men was not exactly something Yumichika enjoyed (unless, of course, they looked like Ukitake-taichou. Yumichika wouldn't mind catching those two, but that was just a dream), but if he could kill this ugly thing fast, he could go back and watch Ikkaku fight the boy.
Of course that didn't go as planned. Drenched in the stench of garbage and dizzy from a firework exploding on his head, and ruining his hair, he found himself in the fourth division Relief station, desperately trying to weigh down the mess that used to be his hair with water. Somewhat succeeding, he heard when they brought Ikkaku in, barely awake, and very pissed off. Yumichika kept his distance until the commotion settled, body tingling with the need to know what had happened to make Ikkaku lose. He snuck over to Ikkaku's room, heart clenching when he saw the damage to boy had done. Without thinking, he lay down next to his sleeping friend, one arm slung over a strong chest, the other resting uncomfortably over his head. His wet hair was plastered to his ear, but the bald man's breathing calmed him. Then a shadow fell over him and his head snapped around. Seeing Unohana in the door he made to get up, but the captain just lifted her hand.
"You can stay. Just do not wake him, Ayasegawa-san. Madarame-san needs the rest." The tone was soft, yet promised all kinds of unpleasant experiences should he wake Ikkaku.
"Thank you. I won't be long. Just needed to make sure he was alright." His own voice was barely over a whisper, desperately trying to not upset her.
The shadow disappeared as she left, and he relaxed against the sleeping body again. His hand was falling asleep and he was still dizzy from the explosion. With a reluctant sigh, he got up from the bed, instantly missing having Ikkaku in his arms. Quickly he padded out into the hallway and over to his own room.
Of course, the first thing Ikkaku saw the next morning was Yumichika's hair looking like shocked sheep, and instantly laughed. While it was good to hear the bald man laugh, Yumichika would have preferred Ikkaku laughed at something else.
Then everything went silent again, the chaos waiting for the next strike. Kenpachi was grinning like a child in a candy store when Ikkaku and Yumichika got back to the 11 th division barracks, the white haori sporting two new, long gashes in it.
"Yer found'im, then, taichou?" Ikkaku's laughter was contagious, and their captain's grin grew wider.
"You bet I did. Tha' boy is so much fun."
"Ken-chan will find him again, later." A pink head shot up from behind a broad shoulder, and Yumichika just smiled.
"I'm sure he will, fukutaichou. Give it time." Shaking his head, the fifth seat looked out the window. "So, what happens now, taichou?"
"Dunno, don' care."
Later that night, Yumichika was staring up at the ceiling, light flickering through the slight opening in the window screen, dancing across the beams. Despite being tired, he was wide awake, a solemn calm settling on his chest.
"Can' sleep either, can you, Yumichika?"
"Not really."
The beautiful man felt Ikkaku's presence next to him, a soft shifting of the futon, hot breath shifting over his naked skin. Careful hands, fingers calloused from sword use, gently found his face and grasped his chin. Then Yumichika felt soft lips slant over his own and his eyes fell shut as he parted his lips to Ikkaku's tongue.
"'m sorry I laughed at ye before. Yer hair was just too funny." Grinning despite himself, Yumichika punched the bald man's shoulder before crushing their lips together again.
Breaking for air, Yumichika felt fingers traveling down under the blanket, soft patterns distributed randomly across his skin. The burning want he had felt when he saw Ikkaku charge at the boy flared back to life and he was hard by the time the questing hands reached his cock.
"Yumichika?" The question was carried on a groan, making his chest tight as the dark-haired man looked up into Ikkaku's eyes.
"Yes?" He had a feeling where this was going, but he wanted to hear it.
"Can I ride ye? I wanna feel ye inside me."
Biting off a loud groan, Yumichika felt his hips twitch at the soft spoken question and nodded before remembering that Ikkaku probably couldn't see him.
"Y-yes."
Then the warm weight was gone, making Yumichika whine in protest. Ikkaku's weight quickly returned, a slick hand almost tentatively moving down to stroke over Yumichika's hard cock. The fifth seat hated to be sticky on a good day, and he really needed a good day, and soon. Then all thoughts flew out of his head as Ikkaku's body let him in, the tight grip making the beautiful man pant and gasp for air. An involuntary thrust made the bald man groan, before lips once again crashed together.
A rhythm learned over decades brought the both of them slowly closer to completion, movements unhurried. Hands touched naked skin, lips, tongue and teeth grazing where ever could be reached. Yumichika felt oblivion close in on him and quickly thrust up, stars slowly lighting behind his eyelids as he groaned his release, a hand circling the base of Ikkaku's cock, preventing the bald man's own release. Reluctantly, Yumichika rolled them over before slipping out with a hiss. Ikkaku's murmured protests where quickly silenced as the shorter man took the still hard member into his mouth. Ikkaku curled in on himself, a quiet whine passing over soft lips as he came down Yumichika's throat.
Still in a daze, Yumichika cuddled up to his friend, fingers lazily moving over the muscled chest. His movements became more and more sluggish, and he relaxed when heard Ikkaku's breathing even out, following the taller man into sleep. Yumichika didn't love Ikkaku. Love wasn't strong enough to describe it.
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