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Romance and Rivalries	By : Kinnikuman Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2658 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Thirty-One
By Ray
The house was filled with noise, something he was sure Aizen-sama wouldn’t feel too warmly about. Well, what was he expecting when letting out a summer house to a group of hyperactive teenagers? Grimmjow glanced out of the window, roughly twenty paces away was the house of that hot dark skinned woman, Ichigo had told him that a few of his friends would be staying there this weekend. The blue haired man sighed, brushing a hand through his hair and flopping back onto the king sized bed. He could get used too this, it was so comfortable – he almost couldn’t wait for bedtime, half because he’d be sharing such a huge soft bed with his boyfriend (who was currently helping that Rukia girl carry her suitcase up the stairs), and half because the pillows were so feathery, it was almost guaranteed he’d sleep like a baby when they were finished with their vigorous love making.
If Ichigo’s friends hadn’t been so damn precise about arriving, he’d have tried to start off their trip with a quickie. The instant he’d pulled up his car, got their bags loaded into the house, found out the bedroom on the third floor Aizen-sama said he could use, Ichigo was downstairs waving this tiny little micra towards the house. The chance to get Ichigo alone was now long gone, the house was filled with teenagers prowling the corridors for a room to sleep in. The staff had specifically left some doors open as guest rooms, the locked ones were rooms that belonged to Aizen-sama himself, Gin Ichimaru and Tousen-san. Grimmjow rolled onto his front, heading towards the window – he had to admit, it sure was beautiful here.
The sea was so bright; he’d almost forgotten what it was like to look out at the sea. He’d been in the city for so long, it kind of made him feel guilty about not bringing Nel more. The beach was best when you were a little kid, he sighed, leaning out of the open window, taking a moment to admire the soft golden sand that was spread out before them. Naturally, it was hardly an exotic foreign beach, so if he squinted he could see the golden sands were actually pretty ridden with stones and pebbled, which pretty much cut out the chance of a romantic stroll later… or sex on the beach. However, the sea looked nice enough to toss someone in if they grated his nerves. Grimmjow smirked to himself; he’d already decided he was going to have a good time here.
He glanced over his shoulder and smirked a little as he spotted Ichigo still carrying that girl’s bags up the stairs for her – forever a gentleman, even if he’d bitch and complain, Grimmjow found himself smiling fondly at how adorable his boyfriend could be. That Hanataro guy, Rukia Kuchiki’s boyfriend, was red in the face – clearly from trying to carry the cases himself. It must be tough trying to impress someone when there were guys like Ichigo around. It made him feel kind of lucky that it hadn’t been a competition to win Ichigo’s heart. The closest thing he’d had to competition was that Abarai-kun, who would no doubt never try and pull that shit again. Grimmjow got up and headed towards the landing, watching as Ichigo and Rukia headed down the corridor to dump the bags in one of the spare rooms. No doubt the young lady would be sleeping alone… she didn’t look like the sort anyway, innocent and virginal, a little spoilt – probably thanks to that prim and proper rich-boy brother of hers… The kind of girl Grimmjow would have pursued during his teens.
The others who seemed to have come with Rukia and Hanataro, was a dark haired boy with glasses, whom Grimmjow seemed to recall was named Ishida-kun or something. He and Hanataro were loading their bags into a room on the floor above. He wondered who else had come with them – the car was utterly full when he’d spotted them out of the window.
“Are you sure you’re not staying, Lisa-san?” Ichigo called, leaning back over the banister. Grimmjow glanced down, spotting a dark haired woman with pink glasses – wearing incredibly short shorts. For some reason he felt like he should know who she was, though he couldn’t place her.
“Nah, I’m heading over to Yoruichi’s, gonna bagsy the best room,” she called, brushing her hair out of her face, and heading back out through the door. Her mannerism gave the lawyer the impression the woman had only come in to see what kind of house they were staying at. Perhaps trying to level up which building was nicer?
He could hear Ichigo coming back towards the bedroom now, Rukia was unpacking her belongings, and from a suspicious bang upstairs, it was likely Hanataro or Ishida-kun had knocked into something. Finally some alone time, even if they weren’t gonna do anything, it could be nice to lie on the bed and kiss, maybe get Ichigo all hot and bothered and leave him there? He’d heard from someone that always went down well – they were experimenting more sexually, it could be fun to see what it would be like to tease the orange haired boy like that. Then again… for the strangest reason he was sure he’d heard the tip from the Christmas party Ichimaru-san had spiked Aizen-sama’s cranberry juice, and his Boss started talking to him about things Grimmjow could have lived his whole life without knowing…
The blue haired man reached out to take his boyfriend’s shoulder, when he heard the beeping of a horn and the sound of youthful excitable people… No doubt he’d not be alone with Ichigo for a very… very long time.
Life was such a bitch.
**
His mood could have improved one hell of a lot. Sure it was nice to see Yoruichi flash, that woman seemed to look hotter every time he saw her – but the near death experience that followed was less welcome. That crazy Chinese bitch nearly crashed the car!
Kisuke was in a real edgy mood too, which gave Shinji the impression the shopkeeper had solely come along to the holiday to stalk both himself and Renji. It was like fighting against a giant two headed beast sometimes – on the one hand there was Sosuke, who was this ever-changing deceptive, evil bastard of an entity – but then there was Kisuke, who took the title ‘Evil Genius’ to a whole new level… Both of them wanted things that Shinji wasn’t sure how to give.
Sosuke was making his head hurt right now. He had to wonder if it’d be easier to just call it quits, he was getting too old for this crap… which wasn’t something he’d really want to say – but it wasn’t just him, Sosuke sure as hell didn’t know what he wanted either, that was why he pulled this shit all the time. He’d swap from being such a vindictive little dickhead, who altered your ring tone (bastard), and kicked a guy outta head after the best sex a creep like Aizen could hope to get – to the kind of guy who wrote notes and soppy letters and held ya round the shoulders when he forgot he was meant to be a prick. He pissed him off so much!
Now that he thought about it, the last time he’d seen his lover (kind of), was for about five minutes. They’d met in the lobby of a restaurant, luckily for Shinji; he’d been with Kensei, who was easy going when it came to Shinji’s ‘stupid-dick-head-fucked-up-love-life’ as Hiyori might put it.
Most of the time it was small talk, Sosuke was practically undressing him with his eyes, leaning slightly infront of the exit. Bastard always had to be in control… Then as Tousen-san came back to collect him, the brunette had leant in and taken his chin with his hand, “Do you enjoy receiving letters from me, Shinji?”
It pissed him off – like he wanted him to act like some blushing nut head over heels for him, so cockily, Shinji put his phone down on the table and said, “Nah, Sosuke, I throw ‘um away, just paper, right?” Then he turned to talk to Kensei about getting a ride with Urahara in two days for the trip… - That must have been where the bastard got ahold of his phone!
Sneaky little…
At least the beach was pretty – and from the array of cars pulling up aside the two houses, it was clear they were one of the last, if not the last to arrive. They’d have gotten her sooner if Renji-kun hadn’t made them pull over twice to call back ‘erm… Rukia’. It made him wonder how a kid raised by Kisuke could be such an appalling liar!
He climbed out of the van, noticing how that Soi Fon chick was already in the boot, carrying an assortment of cases, which all belonged to Yoruichi. It looked awful funny really; Soi Fon was perhaps… 4’11? He wasn’t sure, but she was tiny! The case was about 3’11 – she looked hilarious handling two of them. Yoruichi strode out, tossing back her hair, watching her bodyguard for a moment, before she came up behind her, pressing against her and leaning down a little.
“I’ll take one of those, Soi Fon,” she ran her dark hand over Soi Fon’s arm, their fingers brushing together, before she scooped the case up, it dangled over her shoulder as she headed up the steps to her house.
Meanwhile, poor Soi Fon had gone bright pink and was glancing down at her arm like it had just been blessed by the Pope. It was sweet really.
The buzzing of his phone caught him, and he quickly flipped it open before anyone else heard Aizen’s adorable message. Hiyori was trying to send him a video, he accepted, frowning a little – what on earth could she want? What he was faced with, was a very bright screen – palm trees, the sound of people laughing around a pool, a group of people drinking cocktails with fruit, before the camera whizzed towards the pool. He recognized Mashiro, and Love… the rest just looked like happy young people enjoying a good party. Then he saw Hiyori in the middle, grinning brilliantly. At this point, the whole group bellowed, ‘HELLO FROM HAWAII, DICK-HEAD!’ Before they all started laughing, and the screen went dark.
Hawaii? Seriously – Hiyori was in Hawaii now?
It was… pretty here, sure. But the beach was stony, the heat wasn’t scorching… and… Urgh! That little bitch – he wanted to go to Hawaii! No wonder she’d been so smug about the whole thing yesterday. Sometimes it really felt like the world was conspiring against him.
He strode onto the porch, keeping his eyes out for someone he knew. Instantly recognizing the posh car, it was one of Aizen’s. Later on he’d have to sneak away from Kisuke and give the brunette a piece of his mind for fucking with his phone. Plus… he erm… wanted to check if he was lying or not about having a floor for ‘just us’.
“I was just gonna go check if Ichigo was here,” Renji-kun said nervously, gesturing to the house with his head, “I won’t be long, Dad.”
Kisuke had his arms folded, clearly unimpressed, “That’s fine, Renji. So why do you need to take that bag with you?”
“It’s my bag, I just… there’s something in it, something I need to give to – Hanataro.”
Shinji sat down on the table on the porch, curious to see how this one worked out… That and now he really wanted to know what perhaps something was in the bag… for his boyfriend. Maybe it was something juicy, like a sex toy or hand-cuffs… He drummed his fingers on the table, watching and waiting.
“You can give it to him later. Why not just give that to me for now? I’ll put it in our room,” Kisuke reached out to take it, clasping onto one of the handles.
“No, Dad, I’m fine,” Renji tightened his grip, attempting to pull it forwards, his face gradually growing redder and redder, until it roughly resembled his hair.
Poor kid.
“Hey, Renji,” A bald youth called as he approached the house, followed by Ichigo, a skinny blonde kid, Toy-Boy-san and Ryuken Ishida’s boy, the five of them all wearing sandals and swimming trunks, “Wanna go look for drift wood with us? Muguruma-san says we can have a camp fire tomorrow if we gather-!”
His sentence cut short, by both Renji and Kisuke yanking on the bag so hard it split in half, sending brightly coloured condoms shooting over the lot of them. Kisuke’s face was a picture, Renji looked horrorified, and everyone else just looked completely stunned. Shinji burst out laughing. For a few moments, there was no sound other than the Vizard’s loud ungraceful laughter; the blonde man was holding his sides.
It was Ishida who spoke first, he straightened up, and slipped on a white shirt that he had folded into his bag, “I forgot I needed to finish unpacking,” he said, shooting Renji a furious glare before turning back towards Aizen’s house.
Renji went to rush after him, “Uryu, it’s not what you think-!”
But was stopped dead by Kisuke’s fierce snap of, “Renji Abarai, get your butt back here.”
**
Ichigo contemplated how bad he felt for Renji as he and Ikkaku dragged some drift wood back towards the sandy area between the two houses. Renji never had luck on his side – Ichigo would remember when the poor guy started dating Yumichika last year. He’d been totally in awe and not quite believing himself good enough for the model, which Yumichika totally played up too in his own vain way. And since then no matter what he did, Renji just hadn’t been able to get it right.
Uryu was a prude, he’d come around – but it was so fucking obvious that he liked Renji. He’d been texting him since he arrived and according to Rukia, the whole trip up to the beach as well. Uryu was the kind of guy who’d get defensive and easily embarrassed. Plus the guy was a virgin, so it was no wonder he’d gotten so flustered seeing Renji had packed all those condoms… and for Mr Hats and Clogs to see… Ichigo couldn’t blame him for being embarrassed. In that respect, he and Uryu were kind of alike. The first time he slept over at Grimmjow’s, the blue haired lawyer had condoms stashed in his drawer, he’d only made one bed up, and he told Ichigo he’d put lube in every room of the house – just incase. He remembered being so embarrassed and angry he’d stormed out.
If he was as like Ichigo as the orange haired boy thought he was, then Uryu was probably just so embarrassed because he’d been considering sleeping with Renji, letting the redhead be his first. Personally, Ichigo had always wondered what that would be like – Renji had always been keen on the idea. On one very awkward night out, before Renji had slept with Yumichika, the redhead asked the model if he was a virgin – to which point Yumichika and Rangiku burst on laughing and literally had to hold each other up. Poor Renji had looked so embarrassed.
As they approached the house, Ichigo spotted his friend sat up on the porch, looking utterly miserable, peeling a pot of potatoes. Mr Hat and Clogs was watching him from the more sheltered part of the front porch, whilst on the phone to someone Ichigo highly suspected was Tessai-san.
“I think we should throw ol’ Renji a bone,” Ikkaku said suddenly, “Let’s distract Urahara-san so he can go make up with Uryu. He looks so damn miserable you’d think someone smacked him in the kisser.”
For some reason Ichigo thought he’d be better at distracting Mr Hat and Clogs than Ikkaku. He dropped the drift wood down and headed over to the house, climbing up on the porch, and he and Ikkaku sat either side of Renji. Ikkaku groped a rough arm around the redhead’s shoulders, grinning to try and brighten up his utterly miserable expression.
“Have you finished unpacking, Mr Hat and Clogs?” Ichigo asked, leaning over, and glancing behind him to talk to Kisuke.
“Yes, Renji was such a good help with that,” he was fanning himself politely, “What about you, Ichigo?”
“I’m all sorted – Grimmjow and me got here first so we had plenty of time to unpack,” he ruffled his hair, turning to talk to him now, groaning a little at how Ikkaku copied the notion. Sure it was polite to pay attention to someone speaking, but they just looked synchronised. Kisuke Urahara was no moron.
“Ah, yes. And what about you, Madarame-kun, are you unpacked?”
Ikkaku shifted a little embarrassedly, “Yumichika actually kicked me out so he could unpack for us both,” he rubbed the back of his head, “Speaking of which… I should be getting back to the room.”
Ichigo wanted to strangle him a little.
“Oh,” Ikkaku glanced back, “I can’t quite remember… which floor it’s on. Urahara-san, would you help me?”
Even Renji looked exasperated.
Kisuke had a little unimpressed smile on his face, “I’m sure a boy of your age can find his way back to one little room, don’t you think, Madarame-kun? Afterall, I need to stay and keep an eye on Renji while he peels the potatoes.”
“W-Well, I…” Ikkaku began, and probably would have said something, if Yumichika hadn’t appeared through the door looking livid.
“There you are, Ikkaku! I’ve been looking for you everywhere! I hope it wasn’t your intention to leave me to unpack all of your clothes! That is most ugly behaviour,” he reached out, taking his lover by the arm and dragging the now very awkward and pale looking Ikkaku inside and out of sight.
All of a sudden Ichigo was thinking maybe Urahara-san was too smart for them to out fox. If Uryu was here that would be a different matter, that guy could outsmart distinguished university professors if he wanted too. Maybe Renji was just gonna have to bide his time…
Or so he thought – but then, something amazing happened.
His attention was drawn to a scene near the back porch of Aizen’s house, in a more shaded area away from everyone else. Shinji and Aizen were talking, and then the blonde man started to walk away in a temper. Aizen-san reached out and grabbed him by the wrist, holding him firmly for a moment, then sort of put his arms around him, hugging him from behind. It was the strangest thing Ichigo had ever seen – what the hell was going on there? He was torn between wanting to know, and never wanting to hear about it again.
And it got a lot more intense, Shinji turned around and kissed Aizen – Sosuke Aizen – on the mouth, they were leaning up against the wall now, locked at the lips. It was gross… really, really gross. Renji let out an immature kind of snicker. Ichigo couldn’t stop himself from thinking how small Shinji seemed with Aizen pressing up against him like that… almost as if the lawyer was trying to possess all of him at once.
He and Renji were both openly staring at the scene, Ichigo suddenly felt Urahara-san leaning beside them. The older man let out an irritated grunt, before he crossed the porch and began to stride over to Shinji and Aizen, who broke apart.
“Shinji, I believe you have unpacking to do. Let’s get back to Yoruichi-san’s for a chat, hm?”
Shinji started talking rather quickly, brushing away from Aizen, who looked utterly composed and cool, like a man during an easy interview with the press, rather than the teenager who’d been caught making out with his boyfriend.
Anyway, they couldn’t have asked for a more convient moment, Ichigo turned and clapped Renji on the back, “Go!” he hissed, “Get to Uryu’s now - while your Dad’s distracted!”
Good God, he didn’t need telling twice.
**
It wasn’t the fact that Urahara-san had seen the condoms – though now he was a little worried what the shop keeper must think of him… and it wasn’t that he thought Renji was ridiculous for packing about forty of them – it was Renji’s pace. Sure it was Uryu’s policy to always be prepared, but surely going all the way wasn’t expected for another few months, right?
He liked Renji – he really honestly did. Infact he liked him more than he’d ever admit to anyone – particularly Renji himself. But this was his first time and furthermore, it was going to be with a guy. When they kissed and touched each other, it became sort of second nature to act as the more submissive role – would Renji still be in such a hurry if he was going to take another man inside him? Furthermore, Renji was hinting and hinting towards sexual intercourse every time they were together intimately. The hand that used to rest upon the back of his neck, gently stroking his hair, was now lecherously rubbing along his inner thigh, or tugging at his belt, or harshly squeezing his backside. And while he’d admit he wasn’t made of stone enough to say it wasn’t enjoyable – it was… but he couldn’t shake the feeling of embarrassment.
It was like the time he’d implied sex with Renji at his house party to infuriate his father. If he actually went all the way with his boyfriend now, Uryu didn’t want it to feel rushed – if they did it to fast, it would be somewhat meaningless and easy to use as firing fuel in the next fight he had with his father. That wasn’t what he wanted. Ryuken had taken so many good things from Uryu’s life – his rage against his father made him want to spoil what should have been happy events between them.
When Uryu turned nine, his father threw him a party. Uryu explained several times he didn’t want the party, he was still grieving. Ryuken was trying to cheer him up, but as angry as he was, Uryu just saw it as his father trying to sweep over Sensei’s death. So he acted like a spoilt child and ruined his own party. After the guests left (early), Ryuken took him by the arm and told him he was humiliating himself, which was when he started calling his father by his first name.
When he graduated from middle school, Ryuken didn’t seem to care – though later, Isshin Kurosaki-san told him Ryuken had told everyone who’d listen, very proudly, that his son had graduated from middle school as top of the year group. He never went to the ceremony anyway, because Uryu went out of his way so Ryuken never got his invitation.
If he rushed it with Renji, next time he and Ryuken clashed, Uryu wouldn’t be able to stop himself from saying, “I had sex with Renji Abarai in your bed.”
That just… couldn’t be what anyone wanted associated with the first time they had sex. And he really-really liked Renji. Uryu wanted it to be… meaningful… special, not something he wanted to shy away from. Renji was a good guy, he was dorky and sweet, so brash and forward, more beautiful than he’d ever know he was. You always knew where you stood with him because the guy was utterly incapable of masking his emotions; they were all over his face. Ichigo = friend, Rukia = best friend, Chad = friend, big, must respect, Ikkaku = friend, trusts less than others, Yumichika = ex lover, not friend, Izuru = friend/beta, need to protect, Hisagi = friend/alpha, come to for knowledge, Byakuya Kuchiki-san = proceed with caution.
And that was another thing, Renji’s only other intimate relationship had been with Yumichika Ayasegawa, a very beautiful model. From what he’d heard in the past from Rukia-san, the relationship had been too much too fast and very intense (for Renji at least). Everyone who read Vizard’s fashion section – which he did because of the clothes and the sewing pages at the back – had seen that man’s body.
Sure, you could say it was air brushed, but Vizard Media was infamous for not airbrushing – one of the directors, a Hiyori Sarugaki-san, said airbrushing was for ‘complete dickhead’s’… which wasn’t the more articulate way of putting it, but still it was a fine gesture.
That and Uryu had seen Yumichika in person, no airbrushing would be needed. Could he compete with that? What if when he took his clothes off, Renji didn’t like what he saw?
Uryu had an ugly scar from falling down the stairs as a child, and sure there wasn’t really anything wrong with his body. He took good care of himself, he was a little pale – but he’d never had huge concerns about his looks before. Not to mention it was common knowledge that Yumichika had sexual partners before Renji, he’d have a lot more experience. Renji had never complained – infact he’d enjoyed their ‘playtime’ a little too much once or twice, about anything Uryu had done before, but what if when they had sex, it just hurt for Uryu and Renji didn’t enjoy himself at all?
He rubbed his head – perhaps he was being silly, his nerves were getting the better of him. What he’d just listed in his head were a whole lot of what ifs. Renji wouldn’t be cruel to him and he’d just bought condoms with him. He hadn’t held him down to a bed and demanded sex. Uryu was being silly.
Still, he doubted he’d be seeing Renji anyway. Urahara-san had looked pretty mad.
Uryu rolled onto his back on his bed, Ganju was on the phone to his sister downstairs – from the sounds of it, they were having an argument. Hanataro had been following Rukia-san around like a lost puppy for the last half an hour, not that she seemed to mind. See, that was a sweet coupling. Hanataro would never pack condoms or expect that sort of thing of Rukia-san… he just wasn’t that kind of guy, not even mentioning the fact if Byakuya Kuchiki-san caught wind of this, he’d probably destroy any man who pressured his sister. Mind you, Hanataro was possibly the polar opposite of Renji, and so it wasn’t a very accurate comparison.
He took off his glasses and wiped them with the cleaning cloth he’d placed on the bedside table. How would he really explain this to Renji? What if the redhead thought he was just being mean?
“Can I come in?”
As he put his glasses back on, he spotted his boyfriend stood at the doorway. He looked so awkward, so timid… his expression was like that of a child attempting to apologize to a parent after breaking a vase or something. Renji even had his hands behind his back, looking at the floor. In retrospect, for a man the size and bulk of his boyfriend, the sight was a little funny. But at the same time, so adorable it made him want to put his arms around him and kiss him.
“I suppose that would be acceptable,” he gestured to the room, “You’ll have to watch out for Ganju’s shoes though, he’d bought so many things with him.” Uryu rolled his eyes and smiled very gently at Renji. When he saw him… sometimes it was easy to forget why he was mad at him in the first place.
“Thanks,” the redhead said awkwardly, brushing his bandana out of his face, he came and sat beside Uryu on the bed, keeping some distance away. “Erm… listen, about the condoms… well…” he trailed off and shot Uryu a shy smile.
Uryu frowned, unimpressed, his arms folded, waiting for a better excuse.
Renji went pink, glancing at his feet, “W-well, you see… I only packed them as a precaution. I have… condoms lying around at home. I bought a jumbo pack while I was with Yumichika but then he wouldn’t sleep with me and then he left and…” Renji was babbling, now bright red in the face. He stopped and swallowed, before reaching to touch Uryu’s hand, “I’m sorry. I’m not… expecting you to get your rocks off for me right now or while we’re here or anything like that, I just thought I’d pack some incase you changed your mind,” he seemed to calm a little more as Uryu gently hooked his fingers into the larger hand.
Uryu looked away a little, his cheeks slightly flushed, “Well… I understand. And you should know I don’t want… our first time to be… too quickly.”
“Me too!” Renji broke out suddenly, raising his hand to grasp onto Uryu’s shoulder, “I know I get too forward sometimes, but I can’t help it honestly! It’s just because I suppose… it’s because I really like you, Uryu… like really like you.”
Suddenly hearing that from him, made Uryu’s whole face go so dark he had to hide it in Renji’s shoulder, laughing very quietly, he wrapped his arms around his waist. Renji felt so strong this way, and warm… it was so refreshing after living in the coldness of the Ishida house for so long. This was why he was even considering letting Renji be his first – he liked who he was when the other boy was around. He felt those big arms settle around his waist, one of them stroking his hair very softly, Uryu let out a contented sigh, “I really like you too, you idiot.”
From the hallway, Kisuke couldn’t really find a way to go in and break this up. He smiled very gently to himself and turned to walk down the stairs.
**
The plan to get Nnoitra and Szayel sorted out wasn’t going as Grimmjow expected. He’d watched the scene from the window. Nnoitra was smoking a cigarette outside after loading all of Aizen-sama’s bags into the house (a little self-given reward for his hard work), when Matsumoto-san pulled up in her car. She, that blonde kid and Szayel started to get out, when the pink haired man spotted Nnoitra. Instantly he got back in the car and tried to reverse off the drive and back onto the road – Matsumoto-san had to snatch the keys.
Since then, Szayel had gone into Yoruichi-san’s house and hadn’t come out. Nnoitra had gone straight up to Grimmjow’s room and started shouting at him. He’d properly slammed him into one of the walls as well.
“Why’d you have to butt your big nose in here, Grimm? He’s gonna think I came here on purpose! Yer such a stupid shit! Did you think of this, or did his jackass brother put you up too it?!”
Ilford Granz was Szayel’s brother, in charge of a downtown bowling arena, Nnoitra didn’t like him because he thought he was weak and because Szayel didn’t like him – Szayel would tell everyone his brother was dead. The two of them had a falling out when they were children, Szayel always looked down his nose at his big brother and Ilford always kept his distance. Although it had caused one hell of a lot of confusion; Szayel accidentally referred to his brother as deceased, whilst on the phone to his father. Grimmjow had been at the bowling alley visiting his old friend, when the Granz couple came rushing in, throwing their arms around their son and clinging onto him.
Ilford took his younger brother’s distance and craziness with a more neutral approach, occasionally asking Szayel to stop telling people he was dead. Otherwise he didn’t get involved in his life, although he did take an interest. He’d ask Grimmjow about things like that, as they worked for the same company. Ilford had picked Szayel up from Matsumoto-san’s bar in the last year on one of his drunkern destructive evenings. He’d carried him out with Szayel cackling like a mad man, “I’m getting carried away by a dead man! A dead man has come to get me!”
Nicely enough, Ilford hated Nnoitra because of how he fucked Szayel up. Personally, Grimmjow would’ve just let the cry-baby cry. It was a pretty twisted relationship, if Szayel adored someone and they messed him around, he’d turn into a fucking mental patient. Still, if Nnoitra was still so keen on him – and they did go well together… Even though when they fought, it was actually scary.
Grimmjow and Ichigo had done all their fighting before they got together, he couldn’t imagine putting his hands to his lover unless they were sparring. They’d fought before they got together, but not like that. Hell, Nnoitra was known for being a lose canon, they grew up around the same neighbourhoods – apart from the older man’s had been much rougher. Grimmjow had seen him fight properly in the past; he was so wild and completely loved just tearing up a place or a person.
Once outside a club, Grimmjow and Stark were smoking when the two lovers came out and started yelling at each other. Szayel threw a bottle at him, Nnoitra yanked his hair back so hard the scientist nearly fell, Szayel kicked him in the groin, Nnoitra shoved him against a wall, Szayel bit him on the shoulder so hard he bled and wouldn’t let go. All this time they were swearing and arguing. Stark was going to go over and wrench Nnoitra off, hopefully without having a chunk of his shoulder ripped out – when Nnoitra managed to yank Szayel off, pinned his wrists up against the wall and started kissing him. They’d swapped from completely furious to completely into each other again. The next thing Grimmjow knew, the taller man had dropped his pants – he saw a skinny pasty butt – Szayel started moaning really, really loud… And Stark muttered something about ‘Let’s get the fuck inside, eh?’
“I was looking for you,” Ichigo called, reaching up and placing the small of his hand on Grimmjow’s back. The younger man drew his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, resting against his shoulder. It was nice that Ichigo was becoming more affectionate when it was just them, “Listen, Kensei says we’re gonna have a fire tonight and possibly BBQ food?”
That would mean less time with just him and Ichigo, but more to try and get his friend’s back together. He frowned a little, rubbing the back of his neck and turning towards his boyfriend, Grimmjow shot him a smirk, “Is it gonna be on the beach?”
“Yeah, I told you already.”
He leant forward and kissed him surprisingly gently – it was surprising, when all he could think about when he closed his eyes was sinking into that delicious tight heat that was his Ichigo. Grimmjow ran a hand over his shoulders, “Perhaps after a while, we can take a walk on the beach? Just you and me… we haven’t been alone together for so long.”
Ichigo went a little pink, “We’ll be alone when we go camping, Grimmjow.”
“Walk with me on the beach,” he reached down and let his hand waver between his lower back and his tight buttocks, teasingly, because he’d already decided he was going to tease Ichigo, “I miss you.”
When he felt the other ‘accidentally’ shift towards the hand, trying to get it to slide down lower, Grimmjow raised his hands back to Ichigo’s face, he pinched his cheeks and gave him a sloppy kiss on the nose. His boyfriend scowled at him, and Grimmjow winked, before heading down the stairs, “Come on, I’ll see if I can lend a hand with this bloody BBQ.”
Outside the house was a rather touching scene, at least according to Ichigo. It was nice to see his friend’s just sitting enjoying themselves on the beach. Though it was a shame Orihime and Chad couldn’t make it… Uryu and Renji seemed to have made up, they were sat together by the logs Ikkaku seemed to have brought out, arranged around all the firewood – everything seemed to have been set up as he’d left. Kensei had seemed in a bit of a hurry to finish and follow Shuhei, who was the only one in full beach gear (just in swimming trunks), which was a very good look for him, showing off his tattoo’s and scars. If Kensei left his work to pursue his boyfriend, nobody would’ve blamed him.
Yumichika was sat with Rangiku and Lisa from what Ichigo could see – Ikkaku was off messing around with Ganju and Hanataro making sandcastles. The model didn’t look very happy at all; hopefully he wasn’t too sore about Ikkaku hiding from packing… again. Ichigo glanced down at their hands – great, all three of them were drinking sake… at 2 o’clock in the afternoon? Seriously – what was wrong with some people? Still this was a holiday…
Izuru hadn’t been seen for the past hour or so… which could only really mean he was alone with Ichimaru. Tousen-san had been on his cell phone to what Grimmjow said was probably his young son. They’d passed him on the corridor a little while ago now and the dark skinned man hadn’t been seen since.
Yoruichi was sunning herself, in a bikini, sipping a large fruity looking drink, with Urahara-san beside her, fanning them both. Soi Fon, who had gone bright red in the face, sat on her left. Ichigo supposed the Chinese woman perhaps had sunstroke, and didn’t really get why Grimmjow was sniggering at her.
For the second time that evening, his attention was drawn to Shinji and… was that Sosuke Aizen… again?! Ichigo’s eyes narrowed a little, the pair was, this time, further from the others, a short walk from Aizen’s house.
“Yer said Gin wouldn’t be near the room, Sosuke!” Shinji snarled at him, “Yer fuller o’ shit than I remember!”
“Him and Kaname are to share the room,” the brunette sighed, rubbing his temples, “I expect Gin will spend most of his nights with Izuru Kira on the next floor, as I explained. I was unsure of Kaname coming until earlier this week. Technically, Gin is no-where near, as I promised.”
“Bullshit – that’s just bullshit. Ya just did this t’ see my face when ya got me t’ that room only t’ have Creepy Face and Tousen pop by with their goddamn snide remarks,” the blonde looked actually fuming now - his mouth drawn into a thin line when he stared at Aizen accusingly.
He had to admit, that was partially true. Part of Shinji Hirako’s appeal had always been his expressions, his reactions to things. There was something about him that made Sosuke feel powerful and at the same time completely vulnerable…
In all honesty, the blonde man completely fascinated him – nobody had ever left such a long lasting impression, nobody could get him to pleasure like that. But it wasn’t just about the sex – although it was good, mind-blowing… perfect… even after they were done, Sosuke would find himself putting his arms around his lover, kissing down his neck… enjoying the body heat between them. Sometimes he missed it on those nights Shinji would storm out of the room in a temper. It was the strangest thing, to want to taunt and make him obey him… but at the same time, he’d feel compelled to send him… what could only be described as love notes, and miss him when he wasn’t there. Sosuke supposed every smart man, every successful man needed his muse – a special someone to interest and inspire them. Was that what Shinji was?
The word muse implied someone musical, or graceful. The description would have better suited someone like Gin: a powerful intelligent entity with moonlike grace. Gin had been inspiration for him, an inspiration to provide for and the man was indeed very dear to him. He’d worry, particularly now – about his adoptive son. It was clear to him, despite how the silver haired man hid it, that his eating problems were getting worse and worse. Though his way of showing it was a little… unorthodox, Kaname was worried also. Naturally, it would only be a matter of time before Izuru-kun realized too.
From an adult point of view, he knew he should probably intervene. Gin’s relationship with the boy was too passionate, but for now, the two of them were happy, so it would be cruel to do.
Here he was again, facing down his problem – Shinji Hirako. He had so much on his mind, his company, Szayel Aporro was trying to hand in his resignation, Gin was suffering, and Kaname kept insisting they hold meetings with Vizard. There was so much to do, so very much to attend too, and all he could think about was Shinji Hirako; the way he smiled with the whole of his mouth, the way his short bob bounced in the breeze, the way, when he came his eyes would roll back and his cheeks would flush the most delightful shade of pink.
It was almost like an infection of feelings – the same that had surged through him during the later stages of their ‘courtship’ in the past, that had bubbled inside him during the years they were parted, were now surging all over the place and out of control. Was it good to let someone have such power over you? Well… it wasn’t like Shinji knew the full effect he had. The man wasn’t smart enough to realize.
“It hurts me, to hear you say those things about me, Shinji,” he said, though he let the smirk slide across his features.
The next thing he knew was cold… and wet. Both of which were horribly so – Shinji moved so quickly – skinny arms shot forward and gave him a good shove. He’d stumbled backwards, only to trip and fall flat on his back into the ocean. The water was cold, waves running forwards and catching around his ankles. His suit was totally soaked – and for a moment he lay there in the shallow waters in a daze – wet hair sliding forwards from its normal smart gelled position, falling floppily into his eyes. It was then he realized he was wearing an expression of total and utter shock on his face – quickly he masked it with a scowl.
“You know, Shinji, Kaname has very sensitive hearing. I invested in a ball gag not too long ago for you. I might leave it in considering your tendency to shout at me after I’ve finished making love to you so well.”
**
“What on earth is the matter with you?” Shuhei took the model by the arm, steering him to one side. From the pink flush across his cheeks, you could guess what the matter was: Yumichika had drunk a little too much sake, which he’d probably gotten from Rangiku. Rangiku was so adorable when she dished out alcohol. Her generous nature was her downfall when it came to situations like this… Yumichika could be such a devil when he drank.
Yumichika scowled at him, pulling his arm back a little, “Oh, Shuhei, I know you like to act as some kind of… mother-hen, but it’s most unnecessary here.”
The scarred man sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fore-finger and thumb, “Oh Lord…” he groaned, “Yumichika, I think you should slow it down a little with the booze. It’s only the afternoon, eh? Drink later,” he released his arm and patted him gently on the shoulder. This wasn’t what he needed – he got back from his alone time with Kensei, to be told by Renji that Yumichika was being bitchy. He observed for a few minutes, his ex lover did seem to be in an absolutely dreadful mood – anyone who approached him seemed to be getting an ear-full. He must have called poor Rangiku-san a ‘saggy old lady’ about four times in the five minutes Shuhei observed. Even when Madarame-kun approached him, Yumichika had been cold, which surprised him as the model clearly adored that man.
He was prepared for a full argument, but Yumichika’s eyes seemed to lighten a little, then he swallowed almost timidly, looking away, “I’m sorry, Shuhei,” he said weakly, rubbing his head, flicking his short purple bob back, “I think it must be the travelling, it’s disgustingly hot today, I suppose it wasn’t sitting with me.”
Shuhei had to smile a little at that, he bent his head a little, “Did you remember a parasol or something? You do hate to get sun burnt. Rose-san won’t be happy if his top model comes back in lobster shade.”
“As if I’d let that happen,” Yumichika cut in, his tone was stiff, but he was still smiling a little, “I’ll just sit under Rangiku’s, though I’ll go and get my sunglasses,” he seemed to brighten up slightly.
It would be useless to ask what had really bothered him. Yumichika could be such a wreck. He never wanted to talk about his problems, when they’d dated, Shuhei would be attacked with violent mood swings and such a cruel tongue, followed by Yumichika’s sweet smile and an apology. One night, Shuhei had come back from college for the day, they’d frantically made love in Yumichika’s bed for hours, then afterwards, the scarred man had gotten up to head off and see Renji, Izuru and Momo before his room-mate picked him up – Yumichika had clung to him and begged him not to leave him. It was a side of him he’d never seen before. Yumichika had looked as if, if Shuhei had gone, he would have cried. He could still remember the other man’s voice that day, ‘Please, Shuhei. Don’t leave me… please don’t leave me alone.’
Naturally he’d stayed, his friends were disappointed, but Shuhei couldn’t leave him by himself. Not when he was like that.
In a way it made him a little relieved they’d both wanted to end their coupling, he couldn’t keep track of the poor guy’s issues, and it wasn’t like Yumichika broadcasted them. He liked to keep you distracted with his beauty, as many beautiful people liked to do.
Yumichika patted his arm now, giving him that rare bright bubbly smile that kind of made your insides melt – especially when it was for real, which it probably wasn’t. “I’ll see you later, Shuhei. I hope you enjoyed your quickie,” he waved to him as he pranced back over to Rangiku, who had, joyfully, removed her over shirt, showing off full bouncing breasts in the cute little bikini she had on. Was it bad he was hoping she hugged him later? Or sooner for that matter…
He blushed suddenly as he realized Yumichika had just mentioned the ‘quickie’, he brushed his hair out of his face, remembering the reason he’d been mad in the first place. Naturally, all trouble in this place would lead back to Kensei. Damn Kensei – it wasn’t like Shuhei had asked him for anything… too terrible, too outrageous.
Shuhei wanted to top him.
It wasn’t like he was bad in bed, he’d slept with a few girls in college and Yumichika, he’d always been the seme in whatever intimate relationship he’d had, however brief. Nobody had gone near his backside before Kensei – once, Yumichika had given him a rim job, but that had been his absolute limit when it came to his virgin asshole. Another time during 69ing, Yumichika had this really sexy habit of licking or running a finger along the stretch of skin between his balls and his ass, it made him go all quivery. One time, the beautiful man took it a step further and put his fingers inside him the same way Shuhei was doing to him – God, he nearly jumped a mile. The model had laughed at him for about an hour.
But that all changed when he met Kensei, and hell did it change. He became submissive for the older man, and although there was nothing wrong with their sex life. Infact since their mini-break-up, it had only gotten better, Kensei was more intense and tenderer than he’d ever been. Why, just last night he’d taken him, on his back, on their bed, with their hands locked… the slow deep thrusts had been so over-whelming, his eyes were watery when he came to his release. It was great – better than before – but Shuhei was craving being ontop, being in control and being inside his lover. The idea of it made him so horny he almost hadn’t been able to wait for Kensei to finish off the campfire for tonight. He’d lounged around like a slutty student lusting for their teacher ‘after hours’ – Kensei was unable to resist. But when Shuhei tried to show him, and tell him what he wanted, Kensei changed. He laughed at first, taking Shuhei’s hands from his rear and holding them up against the wall, continuing to kiss down his neck, “I don’t think I heard ya right there, Shu.”
He’d scowled at first, and then repeated it, “I want to fuck your ass.”
Kensei stopped his kisses and laughed, pulling back and pinching his cheeks, “Oh, Shu! Hahaha, Shuhei, my little Shuhei!”
“What’s funny?”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Well, I am.”
Kensei seemed to calm down, wiping his brow and sniggered again, “I’m bigger than you are. I’m older than you are, I have more experience. I’m the dominant one in this relationship, love.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Shuhei said, kissing him on the lips, “I was always the dominant in my previous relationships. I changed for you.”
The older man still looked amused, “Yer only other gay relationship was with that girly model, Shu. What’s this really about? I know I satisfy you.”
“A man has his needs, Kensei,” Shuhei frowned, “Is it really that hilarious to you that I want to change the dynamic a bit?”
“It’s not happening, Shuhei.”
It pissed him off, so much so he just stormed off, leaving Kensei with his shorts hanging down. It was so hypocritical, one minute he’d treat him like a capable grown-up man, the next he’d laugh at him and call him ‘little’ or ‘silly’ – he was being completely unreasonable. Perhaps that was why he’d been so quick to respond to Yumichika that day, because he wanted to be in control again? It was the one thing Kensei truly denied him.
The way he laughed – like the idea of Shuhei fucking him was totally ridiculous! The ironic thing being he was good in bed, he was a creative seme. The idea of finally getting to pound Kensei’s muscular round ass was getting him so hot and heavy in his dreams that when he woke up, it took so much self control to not just dive on his lover and take him right then and there.
It just wasn’t fair!
**
The campfire light was so pretty, Ikkaku wasn’t too keen on that Muguruma-san, but he sure as hell could set the damn thing up. It was like watching one of those nature-nut shows on TV. Zaraki-Sensei was the most admirable man he knew, but even he was lazily in tune with city life, he’d heard when Sensei was young, he’d wandered around Japan by foot, all alone, travelling and fighting whatever the element he was in. It was very inspiration to think about Zaraki-Sensei’s young days… though in hindsight, the older man probably lived in such harsh conditions because he wasn’t going to waste his time learning how to set up a makeshift fire.
The bald teenager was leaning against one of the logs himself, Renji and Ichigo fetched from out an about near the cabins. The sand felt cool against his calves, though he hated the feeling of it caught between his toes. Yumichika was sat perched on the log beside him; he was wearing some nice shirt, and these really soft shorts; Ikkaku could feel the material against his arm. He knew that his lover normally preferred a wardrobe that allowed more variety, but personally, Ikkaku liked the simple clothes he wore to the beach – Yumichika liked to dress well and constantly tend to his appearance, but personally, Ikkaku thought he looked especially beautiful with the least effort… The natural look was shown more by the cute pink flush across Yumichika’s cheeks from drinking all that sake with Rangiku-san earlier. Without cutting to the chase, Ikkaku felt like one lucky guy.
In a normal case, he didn’t really enjoy sitting still for long, but on the beach it was so different. You could stay here all day and even stay here at night. It was relaxing, but there were still loads of stuff to do: plus, Ichigo, Renji and he were all going to spar together tomorrow morning – which only added to Ikkaku’s easy sense of happiness. But it was more than that, he’d swam in the ocean, learnt a bit of surfing, had sandcastle building contest… and just enjoyed a bit of sunshine. If he and Yumichika hadn’t decided to move slowly, he’d want to try out al fresco sex – which they’d done before, but not on a beach!
Right now was a lively atmosphere; a lot of the adults had gone to bed… For example, he couldn’t see that Yoruichi-san or her prissy little body-guard anywhere. Urahara-san had retired for the night, he’d been on the phone to Jinta-kun and Ururu-chan, and had then called Renji over – the two of them were talking quietly on the porch of Yoruichi-san’s house. Sosuke Aizen, Tousen and Ichimaru weren’t around either – which was a good thing, as it would be a bit disturbing if they were out hanging around with the kids – still, he couldn’t help but notice that Izuru was no-where to be seen. Those three were so stiff and business like, not at all like the Vizards – their offices told you everything about the adult conduct you’d get from them. He hadn’t seen that Nnoitra guy for two hours now – he’d sort of wanted to catch him before bedtime to invite him to the early morning sparring… Zaraki-Sensei had laughed on the phone when Ikkaku mentioned Aizen’s driver’s name. Perhaps they knew each other? Zaraki-Sensei always knew a lot of good people…
Rukia-san and Hanataro were sat around the main camp fire, attempting to toast marshmallows – well, if it wasn’t for the large bag of marshmallows beside them, Ikkaku would think they were just burning things for the hell of it. That Ganju guy was making a rather futile attempt to set them in the right direction… Oh well, they seemed happy enough laughing over their sham of toasting.
Ichigo had taken off down the beach with Grimmjow not long ago; they seemed to have gone for what Rangiku was calling ‘a romantic walk beneath the stars’. Well, it was sure the night for it, Ikkaku had never seen so many stars in the sky.
The bar owner herself was sat beside Lisa-san, chatting away over sake, occasionally leaning back to turn up the stereo someone had propped up on a cardboard box. It was nice in a way to hear snippets of chatter from each of the little groups within the larger one – a real snap shot of life. He’d once heard somewhere: it was probably new age bullshit from Yumi’s personal trainer, that the beach had a way of soothing out everyone’s rough edges – which was why holiday makers who went to the beach left feeling completely unwound. He’d bet his money it had a damn sight more to do with the relaxing atmosphere and being away from a city life or whatever than some spiritual mumbo-jumbo about the beach…
He was half paying attention to Hisagi and that Ganju guy were a little far gone and were attempting to strum along to the song on the radio with air guitars. He half expected Yumichika to make some sarcastic remark – particularly as Ganju started swinging his head and jerking his body out as he got into the solo…
Ikkaku glanced over at his boyfriend, only to see those beautiful eyes glancing off towards Renji and Urahara-san. He watched them for a moment, wondering why that of all things had held Yumichika’s interest. The two of them didn’t seem to be talking sternly, infact this was one of those rare occasions where father and son seemed to have an understanding. Renji was laughing and Urahara-san had such a contented look on his face. It kind of made Ikkaku feeling bad that his own relationship with his parents was so bad… for about two seconds, Zaraki-Sensei was more of a father to him than his own ever could be. It made him feel grateful, you can find your true family in the strangest of places, for example Urahara-san would tease Renji mercilessly, but if anyone really hurt him, the shop keeper would destroy them. He had no doubt that through one way or another, Sensei would do the same for him. Though he had to wonder why the scene seemed to hold Yumichika’s attention for so long.
The look on his boyfriend’s face almost troubled him; his eyes looked completely lonely and miserable. Ikkaku raised a hand to touch his knee, wanting to draw him back to earth – they could talk about this later… When the model rose to his feet and turned to walk down towards the sea. The bald teenager frowned, leaning forward as he saw his lover stand beside Uryu Ishida, who was stood skimming stones into the calm sea.
Ikkaku had a bad feeling about this… He stood up, keeping a few paces back from the two boys; he wasn’t going to risk fighting with Yumichika if they were just talking about shit. Sure he may have history on his side – he loved Yumichika with all his heart, but that didn’t give him any reason to deny the beautiful man could be incredibly harsh with his words… especially after a few cups of sake.
“So, Ishida-kun, how are things with you?”
“Fine, thank-you.”
He half chuckled to himself – that Ishida was so bloody awkward, he wasn’t even being rude, and it was just his way. Half the time he just said what was necessary and if he didn’t care he wouldn’t ask questions. The guy wasn’t exactly known for having hundreds of pals, but he never made any effort. Ikkaku had to wonder what Renji saw in him… sure he was good looking, even with those dorky glasses, but he was so prudish. Hell, maybe that was Renji’s type now.
“I just thought I should check on you, I mean… Poor Renji-kun, he’s not very bright and… Shall we be blunt? He leaves much to be… desired,” Yumichika raised his hand and made a limping motion with his pinkie, before bursting into drunkern laughter.
Ikkaku flushed and groaned into his hand – God Yumi! Uryu Ishida had gone completely pink and shifted away from the older man.
“I think you should keep that kind of talk to yourself, Ayasegawa-san.”
It was kind of nice to see Renji had a guy who was willing to stand up for him. Still, what the hell had gotten into Yumichika? Was it the booze? Why the sudden onslaught on Renji? He was sure the two hadn’t spoken all night?
He rushed over to try and defuse the situation, when the redhead himself appeared at Ishida’s side, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders.
“Something wrong, Uryu?” he asked, frowning a little at the flush on Uryu’s face.
Before the other boy could answer, Yumichika started laughing again, his expression was utterly cruel, drawing a hand onto his hip as he glanced back at Renji, “I was just warning Ishida-kun of what an awful lay you are.”
Thank God they were far away from everyone else – Ikkaku grabbed Yumichika’s arm and tried to wheel him back from the other couple, “Yumi, cut it out – you’ve had too much to drink, you’re embarrassing yourself-!” He whispered into his ear, shooting Renji an apologetic glance.
Yumichika pushed him off, shaking his head, “Oh, Ikkaku, do away, I’m trying to have a lovely chat.”
He was very much adding up the retaliation of picking Yumichika up, throwing him over his shoulder and carrying him back to the bedroom, telling everyone he’d had too much to drink and wasn’t feeling well, before apologizing frantically to Renji and Uryu… However, Renji beat him too it.
“No, Yumichika, you’ve said enough,” he put an arm infront of Ishida and took a step towards them, “I don’t know what your problem is and you know what? I don’t care! You need to sort your fucking life out!” His tone was dripping with rage, probably retaliation – Ikkaku couldn’t really blame him… “All you do is make other people as miserable as you – Ikkaku, I feel sorry for you,” he turned away, taking Ishida’s hand, “Come on, Uryu… let’s… go toast marshmallows.”
Renji Abarai leaving with dignity.
As the two of them walked away, Ikkaku glanced back at Yumichika who was for once, utterly silent. His hair masking his face for a moment as he turned on his heel and strode back to the house, his steps a little slurred from the alcohol, he stumbled before slamming the door behind him.
Ikkaku instantly started following him, though he made his steps purposefully slow, he was trying to decide on how to approach him. It wasn’t always easy – when he was with Renji or Iba, they’d just be honest about it and say what was bothering him. Yumichika wasn’t simple like that; he wouldn’t just come out with it, more than once he’d tried to distract Ikkaku with sex when he didn’t want to talk about something. He rubbed his head in irritation, when had Yumi’s behaviour changed? He’d been a little quiet all night, but it was nothing like this. Was it… when he saw Renji and Urahara-san having a moment?
The bald man groaned, thinking he wasn’t really cut out for this, as he sat down next to Yumichika on the back porch, furthest from the beach and out of sight. His boyfriend has his knees drawn to his chest with his head hung, hugging himself.
“Don’t cry,” he said weakly, awkwardly placing a hand on his back.
Instantly the hand was slapped off, and Yumichika was glaring at him, head raised, “I’m not crying – do you think that imbecile could make me cry?” He seemed to soften instantly, before bowing his head again, covering it with his hand as he smoothed back his short hair.
Ikkaku swallowed, then glanced down at his feet before he tried again, “What’s the matter, Yumi?”
There was another moment of silence before Yumichika seemed to find his voice, he was chocked up as he spoke, “I-I want my Dad. H-He left and I never…had,” he covered his face, “I-It’s not fair…”
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