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Title: He’s an Idiot 1
Fandom: Bleach
Part: 3
Arc: 1
Pairing: Ikkaku/Hanatoru
Word count: 1,546
AN: Third part of this lovely story. Please remember, if you are reading this on Fanfiction.net, you won’t see actual smutty chapters. >> Which includes chapter 2 and chapter 4.
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Strolling into the shoten, his hands shoved into his pockets in an almost casually bored way, and already in his gigai, Ikkaku felt around for any power signatures. He only found one, Hanatoru’s calm reitsu, finding it tinged with some of Yumichika’s, making him smirk at that fact. He knew that his lover and friend had a thing for the tiny males when he was feeling like topping and the small healer fit that description to a T.
Heading to the kitchen where he could feel Hanatoru, he stopped in the doorway in surprise, eyes wide as he blinked. Standing in front of the sink, washing dishes, was Hanatoru but not one Ikkaku quite remembered seeing. Usually the male before him was as skittery as a rabbit surrounded by ravenous wolves, had large doe eyes and tended to fidget. He was also usually pale and his hair lank around his face, cut in a jagged fashion.
But the Hanatoru that stood before him radiated contentment and shy confidence as he cleaned the dishes. It looked as if his hair had been gently trimmed to smooth the edges. The locks were silky smooth, moving with each turn of Hana's head, even pulled back into a half ponytail. The pale skin had a slight tan to it, a marked difference from the two days before when the healer had come to play medic while they patrolled Karakura Town and the surrounding area.
Ikkaku smirked as he shook his head. “Amazing what getting good and laid, and letting Yumi-kun has his way with you can do,” he chuckled. Hanatoru squealed and turned to Ikkaku, doe eyes going wide in his surprise.
“Ikkaku-san, I didn’t hear you come in,” he greeted, reaching into the soapy water and pulling the plug, letting out the water. As he stripped off the gloves, he turned back to the large man. “Yumichika-san is at school at the moment if you were looking for him.
“I figured that. Why aren’t you there?” Ikkaku asked as he watched Hanatoru working to clean up, taking in the clothing that he was wearing. The young healer was wearing a pair of jeans that hugged his hips and legs, and a simple long sleeved shirt that had the sleeves rolled up out of the way.
“I don’t start until next week since I came in during the middle of the week,” Hanatoru explained with a bright smile. Ikkaku smiled, or rather smirked, in return, shaking his head once more and rubbing at his bald head.
“I see,” Ikkaku chuckled, crossing his arms. “I didn’t just come by to see Yumi-kun, but also to see if you wouldn’t mind re-wrapping my wounds. Or if not you, if Tessai-san can.”
“Oh, they went to a candy convention,” Hanatoru said as he put away the rag that he had used to wipe up the water from the dishes. His tone told Ikkaku just how much the younger man believed that.
“Right,” Ikkaku drawled, snorting as Hanatoru pulled open the refrigerator. “So you willin’ to change my bandages for me? Keigo’s sister is freaking me out with her thing for my baldness,” he snorted, shaking his head a third time.
“I will change your bandages, but first a real lunch. Yumichika-san made me promise that if I saw you I was to feed you real food,” Hanatoru stated, pulling out the makings of hot tomato soup and hot sandwiches. Ikkaku smirked and nodded, going to sit at the table, wounds tugging in protest. The healer was soon placing the food down on the table before him, joining him with his own food.
Settling in, a thought occurred to Ikkaku as he bit into the hot ham and provolone sandwich. “Weren’t you dating someone?” he asked, Hanatoru looking up with a spoon in his mouth. “I remember hearing that you were,” he explained.
“I was until he broke up with me just a few days ago before I came here,” Hanatoru replied after pulling the spoon out from his mouth. “I had been dating Ganju Shiba but when he joined the 11^th apparently I wasn’t good enough to date because I am a 4^th divisoner and therefore weak.
Ikkaku blinked several times as his mind stuttered to a stop before he burst into laughter, loud and hearty. “Weak my ass!” he barked, head shaking. “Man, one of the strongest Shinigami is a healer. Hell, she even scares Kenpachi-taicho,” he snickered, eating a bit more as Hanatoru smiled shyly.
“I have the power to be a fukutachio, but I would have to leave the 4^th to do so,” he admitted. “I have my shikai, and with a bit of intense training and meditation I can reach my bankai but I really, really don’t like fighting if I can help it. I can spar and I do, do so to keep up with my abilities and skills,” Hanatoru continued slowly with a frown on his lips.
“Damn, you are far from weak, aren’t you? Especially since you see the after math of our fights,” Ikkaku snorted, stirring his soup with his spoon as he scowled.
“How do you know what we see?” The question wasn’t unkind but merely an innocently placed question.
“One of my disciplinary actions was to help out in the fourth. I just happened to do it when the 13^th came back from one very nasty ending hollow nest mission,” Ikkaku said, shrugging. “I saw how every Forth division member worked on the wounded and dying, not stopping, not quitting and never showing how it tore them up to watch a patient die under their hands because they weren’t quite fast enough.”
“Ikkaku-san…” Hanatoru murmured, his eyes sad at the thought that the man had to see such a thing.
“Afterwards, I was to help clean up the blood and the used supplies, stock things up and the such… I think I cleaned up just as many tears as drops of blood. The guy I was working with was silently mourning as we cleaned,” Ikkaku sighed before smiling at the healer. “I’m a thug, but even I have a heart.”
“Don’t think we can’t tell the difference between malicious teasing and teasing to make us stronger,” Hanatoru said, reading the apology under the words. “Most of us needed the push, but we like our jobs as much as we can. We can fight, but it is better for us to heal.”
“Those who don’t fight, heal those that do,” Ikkaku chuckled as he remembered the motto of the Fourth division.
“Precisely,” Hanatoru chuckled, picking up their empty plates. “Let me rinse off these dishes and I’ll change those bandages for you,” he promised.
“Thanks,” Ikkaku rumbled, eyes running down to the swinging hips and watching the ass twitch for him. Smirking, he stood and moved to grab the first aid kit along with a new ace bandage. He was sitting back down as Hanatoru came out, wiping his hands and smiling sweetly at him.
“Get comfortable, Ikkaku-san. Take your shirt off too please,” he requested as he knelt down on one of the floor pillows. Ikkaku pulled off his shirt and held up one arm out of the way to allow Hanatoru room to cut the bandages from around his ribs. Once the gauze pad had been gently removed, he prodded at the wound with the tips of his fingers, checking to make sure that it was healing correctly.
Smiling, Hanatoru sped the healing up with a bit of power before applying some more anti-biotic cream, applying a new gauze pad, taping it down before he wrapped the ace bandage around Ikkaku’s stomach. He stared at his work for a moment with a thoughtful expression on his face.
“Do you really need the ace bandages?” he asked, poking at Ikkaku’s ribs, not finding any cracks or breaks.
“Not to my knowledge,” Ikkaku said, holding himself back from pouncing on the young healer. Now he could see why Yumichika was so interested in the small man. He had a soft touch that could light fire up and down a guy's body.
“Good. The gauze is taped down so it’ll do for now,” Hanatoru said, unwinding the ace bandage from around Ikkaku’s waist and ribs. He smiled as he wrapped the bandage back up before tossing it into the first aid box and standing. As the bald male watched, he put away the box, Ikkaku making a decision at that moment. He decided that holding back was a waste of a perfect opportunity, especially since Hanatoru was free and Yumi had already tasted.
Standing up, he walked up behind Hanatoru, large hands coming down onto lean hips he turned the smaller man around. His large body pressed up against the smaller body as his lips slanted over soft ones that opened and accepted his tongue with a mewl escaping.
Reaching down, Ikkaku hitched Hanatoru up, long legs coming to wrap around his waist. They both groaned when their groins pressed together, the larger male pulling away after tasting the sweet mouth completely.
“What is it with you and Yumichika-san shoving me against walls, Ikkaku-san?” Hanatoru panted, opening lust dazed eyes.
Ikkaku just chuckled lowly and rolled his hips, getting a low moan from his companion.
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