One is Too Many

Can you believe it's already ten chapters? Yikes. And yeah, Kira has quite the temper. Even if it seems like he majorly overreacted, I think it's been repressed for so long, he just lost it for a bit. And he said some mean things but everyone does when they're upset. Also, as to switching from extremem to extremem, Kira sees, interprets, and reacts to things very, very differently from Ikkaku, or even a 'normal' person would, so each viewpoint tends to be far from the last. I'm glad you like it anyways.

BeniHime, sweetsatincocoa, MakaiKitty, Duosangel, Affie and Rysha, esophoros, Lavinia, thanks a lot for your support. It makes it worth it to get up early and post for you guys to enjoy it so much. Alright, enough of my babble, on to fic!

~Kira~


I think I'm going crazy. He didn't really send me that, did he? My feet pound the dirt as I run, racing back home. I have to find him, ask if, if it was some kind of joke, some kind of, I don't know. I'm losing my mind. He can't mean...

“Captain! Captain Ikkaku!” The door jumps from its rail but I keep going; someone else can fix it. “Captain!” He's here, he has to be. Tetsummi steps in front of me but I push him aside and race through to the office, still yelling. The office door opens before I get there and I make out a familiar bald head seconds before I launch myself at it, clinging to his waist with my legs, arms around his neck.

“Kira?” He's grabbing me, hold me up. “What's wrong, I hmph!” I cut him off, greedily devouring kisses, trailing them over his face and neck, licking his ear as he stumbles backward and kicks the door closed.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm”

“Shh, easy.” We're sitting, where did the chair come from? I can't think, I just have to hold him and kiss him and tell him how sorry I am. Please, please forgive me, I was selfish and upset but that's no excuse and... He's talking to me, whispering in my ear how lovely I am, how lucky he is that I forgive him.

“No, no, please, forgive me, I, I was selfish and awful and” Warm lips stop my rambling, wet tongue slipping inside as I moan and wriggle, pressing against him eagerly. It's been a week, a long, lonely week by myself in a cold bed, no warm body to snuggle against, no big hands to sooth away the daily tension.

Those strong hands I missed so are rubbing up and down my back, rolling my eyes back as I arch into them; one moves to my front and teases, running lightly over my chest. “Please, yes, please!” I'm already hard, hips rocking into his, crying against his lips, his skin as it fills my mouth. “Please!”

Begging never has an effect on him and it doesn't now either, his hands slowing, rubbing gently, flicking rings through my shirt. I want to just rip his clothes off, lick him, lap at his skin and body, absorb him into me, but I'm suddenly shy, embarrassed by my aggressive behavior. I bury my face into his neck, hiding but he knows; he always knows.

Soft kisses press at my skin, teasing me up to look at him. “Sweet Kira. I missed you.”

Simple words, kind and probably not even true but I love them, hold them close with a smile as I return his kisses, let him run his hands over me. Soft gasps are muffled at first but he whispers to me, calls me to speak to him. “Ah! Yes, please, there, please!”

A push and I'm against the desk, no longer in his lap, and I reach, wanting to be close again, to feel him against me. Another nudge and I scramble to turn, pants falling under his hands. My hips push back, wanting to feel his heat, and I moan when he presses against me. “Kira.” My name sounds so amazing, more arousing than any touch, kiss. “Izuru.” Shudders run down my spine, arching my entire body into the sound.

Hard fingers glide over my skin, tracing my spine and the curve of my ass, slick with oil from the drawer. It leaves a cool trial over my skin he blows on, bringing tears to my eyes. I ache, I want him to curl around me, envelop me in that warmth, fill me with his strength. Finally, a single finger slips in, turning gently as I buck against the hard wood; it hurts to force my hips against the desk but it's nothing compared to the want, the need I only feel for him.

Soft chuckles brush my hair aside and dry lips touch my back, the scrape of teeth terrifying and delicious. Another finger and I cry, the stretch and burn driving me higher; I'm afraid to fall and clutch at his free hand, pulling it around to rest on my stomach where I can hold it. I have to believe he'll protect me, hold me up.

He's easing away and I lean backwards, seeking him, his touch, the slick glide of his cock. He hasn't even touched my erection and I'm crying, a needy mess. Shame is brief but desire stronger. “Please, please, Captain.” A hard hand slaps me, a sting on my ass making me gasp and jerk away. “Ikkaku!” Even the sharp pain is erotic, my need too high to stop.

The sting fades under his touch, gentle and soothing as he rubs the red away, petting me. “Good, very good Izuru.” Panted moans are all I'm capable of. I can hear his smile as he presses the head of his erection to me, nudging it just past the first ring of muscle. “What do you want?”

“You! Please, Ikkaku, please.”

“Don't beg!” I jerk against the desk again, startled by the anger; his voice smooths immediately, gentle and encouraging. “Tell me what you want, Izuru, and I'll give you anything.”

Red flushes my face, I can feel it creeping over my skin. “I, I, want you.” A deep breath as he leans over me, licking my ear, humming into it. “Inside me.” He chuckles again, pressing slowly forward. I lean forward, panting jerkily, arms trembling as I try to hold myself up.

Thick arms wrap around my waist, one sliding down my stomach to enfold my cock, tunneling it lightly while the other moves up under my shirts to tug at one ring then the other. Slow thrusts, his chest pressed to my back, heavy words of praise, of desire. I'm burning up, I can't wait, my hips move rapidly, fighting his hold. My hands reach around and pull him forward so I can kiss him, sliding my tongue into his mouth.

A low groan and he speeds up, slamming me forward before jerking me back to meet him again. My feet barely touch the floor, my weight held easily and I scream, drowning as I shudder, seed spurting across the wood and over Ikkaku's hand. A few last strokes and he's groaning in my ear, calling my name as I loll back, hands clenching his uniform collar tightly.

I won't let go, I was so stupid and I won't do it again. I may be slow but I'm not a complete idiot.


~Ikkaku~


Well fuck me. I didn't expect him to be that happy. Not complaining! Not at all, that was unbelievably hot, his body crying under me, sweet voice rising with every touch. I definitely understand why Ichimaru had to have him. I hug him close, nuzzling behind his ear, whispering nonsense. What I'll never understand is how the bastard could hurt him; I can barely mark him, he's so perfect as he is.

“Let go now.” His hands are fisted in my collar, nearly strangling me. Long bangs shake quickly and he curls backwards to rest his head on my shoulder “Come on, we can't stay here.” It's a bit uncomfortable and we may as well sit. I let him go and he sags against me, still holding on; I pry his fingers away and step back, hand on his hip to turn him.

Wet streaks run down his thighs and my lips are instantly dry and no amount of licking will wet them again. A slender hand glides through the mess and he stares at it, a slight frown before he licks tentatively. I swear the air suddenly vanishes. That pink little tongue flicks over his fingers, elegant and delicate, and I need him to lick me like that. Right now. My lips slant over his, forcing them open to taste myself diluted on his tongue.

The chair is behind me and I sit heavily, yanking him into my lap, pants falling to tangle around his ankles and be kicked away, shirts falling aside, ripped away by needy hands. He kisses me back, hands sliding over my chest, pushing dark cloth away and pressing hard enough to count ribs, flickering over flat nipples long enough to tease them to points then gone. They're circling my belly button and following the sleek muscle of my abdomen down into curly hair to touch lightly, teasing sensitive flesh. I hold my breath, kissing him fiercely as he slowly sneaks both hands around me, stroking slowly; even though I just came, just had him, my cock fills again slowly and he smiles, pink cheeked but happy.

“Sir?” A quick pinch to his ass sends him jerking forward and inadvertently squeezing me tightly; I groan and push against him. “Ikkaku, the flowers...”

“What about them?” Not really a priority here, Kira; moving those sweet little hands would be good. But he's staring at my shoulder, hands still.

I sigh and remove his hands; no point in getting worked up if I'm not going to get to finish. In a minute. He licks his lips and picks at a short nail, glancing up nervously. “I, um” His cheeks are flushed from sex and embarrassment; so beautiful. “Th, thank you. They, they're beautiful. Um, I, well”

A smile tugs at my lips and I lean forward to kiss him quickly. “Yes.”

“Yes?” Rapid blinks as he tilts his head.

“Yes, I meant it.” Pink cheeks flood red and he makes a choked sound. “I'm an asshole but I don't try to be that big a prick.” Soft stuttering is muffled under my mouth. “Now, what are you going to do about this?” My index finger trails over my still hardening cock, his more slender ones following.

His smile is sweet and he kisses my neck, licking along my collar bone, the barest edge of teeth teasing my pulse. Strong little hands wrap around me again and he strokes slowly, thumbs rubbing the thick vein along the underside. I let him touch, kiss, do as he likes, my hands on his hips, thumbs dark against milky thighs and the soft blond hairs.

Quick little fingers slide down to cup my balls, rolling the silky sack in his palm as he presses gently behind; breathing becomes only gasps, pleasure arcing through my body. When my eyes open again, he's smiling a bit, watching my face carefully. “Kira.” White flashes as he nibbles his lip then leans forward to nip my ear.

“Call me Izuru.” Oh shit. Him being bold is driving me insane. And I thought I was hard before.

His hand is on my shoulder, pushing away, the other dipping into the leaking beads of fluid at the tip of my erection. Blue stares into my darker eyes as he sticks his finger in his mouth, sucking and licking loudly; I can't look away until he winds the wet finger down his body. That slim digit weaves over his chest, flicking each ring before moving the one through the head of his penis, gasping with each touch.

Several drops collect and shine on his skin; he raises them slowly, still staring at my face, and licks them away slowly, moaning around his fingers. I moan with him and drag him in hard, forcing his mouth open with my tongue. I'm met eagerly, a little tongue chasing mine around, teasing and running.

His mouth is filled with our taste, heady, salty, and mingled with that of his skin, a delicate taste, like him. “Ah, sir, please!” Two fingers slide over his ass and shove in, smoothed by thick cooling seed. I bite down on his neck as he shrieks and slams forward, thrusting against my stomach hard enough to hurt.

“One of these days, you will learn.” Loud pants in my ear while he shudders under my hands, whining under his breath. I check quickly that he isn't hurt but the heavy erection is steady against my stomach, the whines encouraging, pulse pounding, asking for more. “Tell me, Izuru, what is it you want?”

Those sexy little sounds don't slow at all, just get louder as I move my fingers, pressing in and out, rubbing the bundle of nerves each time. “Please, please, anything, please.” He always begs, curling around my hands; this time I push him away, make him stand.

The blue of his eyes is so bright when aroused, flaring at me from behind thick bangs. I turn him away, pushing him towards the desk again and he steps forward eagerly, leaning on the edge. The curve of his ass gleams, wet from my hands and seed, the bright pink of his entrance brilliant against pale skin. “Please!”

“Don't beg.” I lean over him, not quite touching, teasing him with the heat of my body as he pants. “Command me.” I close my eyes and focus on controlling my reitsu. It's my biggest weakness but I manage enough control to run lightning fingers over his back, arching it and drawing little cries.

His back stills in mid arch as what I said registers, muscles trembling. He remains silent as I reach over and retrieve the oil from the desk corner and I can feel his eyes on me from behind light-colored bangs. “Ikkaku.” I don't look up from pouring oil on my hand, coating my fingers generously. “Madarame.” I do look up then, the surprise of his calling my last name without being forced breaking my focus on not spilling; it's incredibly intimate to hear from his mouth when no one calls me that. The bottle falls from my hand, suddenly numb. “Fuck me.”

Heat bursts over my cheeks and my hips move on their own, slick hand stroking once before I plunge in, pushing until he cries out. I knew he would be incredible when he finally broke through that damned shyness but not like that. Half-lidded eyes filled with lust staring at me over his shoulder, hair tossed back to expose the line of his jaw and neck, lips damp from the flicking tongue and bright red from our kisses, need, demand in the stark lines of his cheeks and the clench of his jaw; I'll never last.

My hand settles on his stomach, the other cupping him firmly, stroking quickly as I slam home, filling him to the screaming point. And he does, squirming and bucking under me, voice echoing in the room. The angle is right, I can feel his sweet spot with each thrust, the soft bump as I pass over it, the quiver of his reaction. When he comes, his entire body convulses, head whipping back to pound against my shoulder, nails scratching harshly over thick wood, ass clenching around me. I don't have a chance in hell.

Orgasm sweeps over me and I bury my face in the nape of his neck to muffle the yells while I pound the last few strokes. He'll have bruises from that but I can't feel regret. The slight body relaxes against me and I struggle to remain standing, sinking slowly to the floor, cradling him in my lap, still joined. Soft gasps flutter warm breath over my skin, making me shiver so close to orgasm.

“I'm sorry.” I can barely hear him. “I'm sorry I yelled at you. And” I can feel his cheeks heating. “That I attacked you. I, I didn't mean it.”

“S'ok. I shouldn't have been in your room when I said I wouldn't.” A trembling smile and I kiss his forehead. I never thought he meant it when he said he hated me; he responds much to beautifully for that. “I know you didn't mean it. Forgive me? I won't do it again.” Soft hair moves under my chin in a nod. “Are you still scared?”

His head jerks up, cracking me in the jaw; we both wince but he pushes back enough to look up, alarm in his eyes. “No! No, I, I'm not afraid, really. I, I just, sometimes I” His breathing is speeding up, clenching his stomach muscles, massaging me from the inside. Oh fuck. I don't think I can survive a third round.

“Calm down.” I have to pull out, wringing soft cries from him and a low moan from myself. “It's fine. Not your fault.” My hand rests gently on his head, scratching lightly behind his ears as he calms and drowses against me. I know it's not his fault and that he doesn't want to be afraid. Doesn't make it easier to have him flinching away from me. “It's ok to be scared of things as long as you keep going. Don't let it rule you.” I don't know if he even hears me, curled on my chest, eyes drifting closed.

Once he's asleep, exhausted and quiet, I lift him and carry him to the small couch in the corner. His undershirt will have to do as a towel and I wipe him down, cleaning carefully, dropping light kisses as I move along. My pants are adjusted to cover me again and I sit to watch him sleep. My precious Kira.


~Kira~


He was watching me the entire time. I'm sure of it. When I finally wake, he's sitting there in the dim light, hands folded over his stomach and dark eyes fixed on me. My cheeks redden and I tug at the coat covering me. This is embarrassing enough without him staring. “Hello.”

He sounds calm, relaxed and I stutter out a greeting. “He, hello. Have I slept long?”

“A bit. Hungry?” I nod quickly and he stands to walk over to his desk. The top drawer opens and he digs through to pull out a small package. “If you want, put this on. We'll go out.”

Really? He really wants to be seen in public with me? My hand reaches out and he tosses the paper wrapped parcel. It's soft when I catch it and I open it slowly, peeling back the ribbon; a soft green top and slim legged dark pants fall into my lap. When I lift them, they're light and delicate, very expensive. “S,s,sir? Ar, Are these for, for me?” My voice, is that mine? It's so high, shocked. He can't be serious, to give something this nice to someone like me.

“For fuck's sake, who else? Just get dressed.” He's angry now and I look away, reaching for my under shirt and pants. “Leave them, ok? Just wear those.” But, but, they're so thin! Doubt must be showing on my face. “Just try them on. You can wear the other stuff if you don't like it.”

What can I do? I nod quickly and slide the shirt over my head; it's soft, delicate against my skin, not irritating at all to the rings and thicker than it felt, not sheer like I thought it would be. A small smile and I stand to step into the dark pants; I gasp at the twinge in my thighs and ass. Too long without and too hard. I just grit my teeth and tug soft cloth over my legs. They're much tighter than anything I've ever worn but still comfortable, smooth against my skin. He's grinning at me, watching me cover my fair skin with his gifts. “Beautiful. You look great.”

“Thank you.” It's, nice, to be complimented, and feels strangely wonderful to wear clothing chosen for me, only for me. This shade of green wouldn't look good on anyone with even a shade darker skin or lighter hair, the pants fit my slender form perfectly, clinging in the right places. “Shall we?”

His grin widens as I hold out my hand for him to lead me. Thick fingers wrap around mine and I follow him out carefully. It's quiet outside, dusk falling silently, the streets nearly deserted, and we walk slowly, holding hands and talking in low voices. I'm a bit surprised when we stop in front of a popular bar, one that has little tables in the back; I never imagined he would want to go somewhere that people might see us.

“Sir, I” A finger taps me firmly on the nose and I start back, eyes wide. “Ikkaku. Are you sure? We can go somewhere, quieter, if you like. I don't mind, really.” I don't, I'm really happy that he wants to do something with me at all. A slight smile and he frowns at me.

“What, you don't wanna be seen with me?” I'm pulled forward by my hand to press against him.

My free hand rests on his chest and I stare up. He can't be uncertain, can he? Think I would be ashamed to seen with him? “No! Of course I'm happy to do anything with you!” I can't believe I mean it but I do, more than anything. I look away, cheeks bright. “I'm, really happy you wanted to take me out.” It's a frightening thought that it's the truth.

His smile is bright and I smile back, the pleasure in his eyes making my embarrassment worthwhile. “Good. Let's go.” He pulls me inside, nudging his way through the crowd to claim a table near the back, a quieter spot. A waitress waves that she'll be right over and he waves back. Several people wave to him and he calls greetings back as we sit. This is very strange to me; I was rarely allowed to go out, and only with Him, who would never go somewhere like this. Loud, not immaculately clean, but friendly, everyone seems to know everyone else.

“Ikkaku! Long time no see, babe. What'll ya have?” Buxom isn't quite the word to describe her, all round hips and large breasts, a wide, cheerful grin, and long hair, curly and bouncing almost as much as her breasts. Of course, if she was wearing more than a tiny strip of cloth across them, they might not bounce as much.

I'm just a bit pleased that the Captain doesn't even glance down from her eyes. “Pair of specials and beer for me.”

A small hand rests on her plump hip and she arches a well plucked brow at him. “Upgradin'?”

“Fuck no. Gimme the only shit worth drinkin' in this dump.”

“Careful, love, I might slip and give you the most expensive bottle.” She laughs brightly, teeth shining in the faint light. “And who's this pretty boy?”

She leans over me, ample breasts threatening to spill out as she examines me. “Oi, back off. He's Kira, Lieutenant of the Third.”

“Ooh, a Lieutenant. Well, Kira, if you have time later, we should” She edges closer and I try not to stare at the very soft looking breasts trying to attach themselves to my shoulder.

Ikkaku cuts her off abruptly. “Tams, I said back off.” She pauses and glances between us before standing up straight.

“Oh ho! Our Ikkaku has settled down!” A whoop and she's off, yelling for another girl as she weaves her way through the crowd.

“Fuck.” He sounds disgusted but he's grinning. “Guess I'm off the market for good now. Little gold-diggers.” I'm not sure what he means by the gold-diggers comment but being off the market is pretty plain and I look at the table. “Hey.” My lashes provide excellent cover. “Not that bad, is it? To be my man?”

I hadn't really thought of it that way. To be Ikkaku's man. Warmth curls in my stomach and I smile a little. My foot edges forward and tucks between his, the other moving around so I can squeeze his leg between mine. High pitched giggling and I look up to see more scantily dressed young women crowding the table. “Aww, they're so cute! Ikkaku, he's adorable! Where did you find him, I want one!”

He leans back, sprawling casually in his chair, foot turned to catch my calf. “Take a hike. Quality guys like this don't go for dried up old hags like you lot.” Mock gasps all around and I blush at his manners. “Where's our food, huh? The service here has dropped like a fuckin' rock since I was last in.”

Our original waitress, Tams he called her, drops a pair of beers on the table and leans over him scowling. “The only thing quality about you is that guy! And how would you know what the service is like here? You're half tipped by the time you get here anyways.” She swings those generous hips away, tossing a bright grin over her shoulder to show she's not offended.

Other girls crowd in but are waved away, big hands flashing by my face to keep them back. “Go on, you lot've got work to do.” Huffs and cries of disappointment but they wander off, still smiling and laughing. “Damn it. Sorry, Kira, I didn't think they'd make that big a fuss.”

“Oh, it's alright.” A trembly smile; I'm nervous at the attention but they didn't mean any harm. “I don't mind.” Huge plates of steaming rice and chicken appear on the table. “Thank you very much.”

“Oohh, he is just too cute for you!” Big breasts press to my shoulder as Tams leans in. “When you get tired of this brute, come see me, honey. I'll show you the time of your life.” Faint growling from across the table and she skips away, laughing.

After that, we're mostly left alone, the occasional visitor stopping by to say hello, chat with Ikkaku, then just wander away. Most of them are unfamiliar to me but greet me anyway, some by name, others as the Captain's companion; most don't seem to know what to say and leave it at 'hello.' It seems a strange way to socialize but the Captain smiles and laughs all evening, joking and teasing me until I smile back. Supper is a huge change from our quiet meals at home; usually we talk a bit, chatting about our likes and dislikes, hobbies, things like that. Here, it's too loud for that and we just make small talk or drink silently, feet tangled.

Later, once I've had enough to not care, he shows me how to play darts, wrapped around me, heat searing my back and cheeks as he guides my hand. He teases and I smile, laughing as I miss by inches. Our hands linger together and he kisses me, right there in the middle of a crowded bar; claiming me for anyone to see and I'm completely unashamed to kiss him back.

I think it's the best night out I've ever had.

It's also the night I realize what a fool I truly am. Staring down at Ikkaku's face, watching him sleep, I finally figure out what the flutter in my chest is. I'm in love with him and he won't love me back. Regardless of what Yumichika says, no one would love me, never mind someone as wonderful as the Captain.


~Ikkaku~


Damn, he looks amazing in that shirt and those tight pants. Not too tight, just enough to cling a bit, outlining his excellent ass and long legs. I can't believe he asked if they were for him. Who else? They cost me a month's pay but it was completely worth it. His cheeks are red, giving a bit of life to his pale skin. Fuck he's gorgeous. “Beautiful. You look great.”

“Thank you.” Slender hands run over the cloth, caressing it lightly. “Shall we?” Hell, if he keeps petting himself like that, no, we won't. A hand finally reaches out to me and I take it, amazed as always at the delicate bones. He stands carefully, the faintest cringe as he straightens his back; my arm wraps around his waist and I rub casually, trying to ease the pains. I guess I was a bit too enthusiastic.

Once we hit the street, I take his hand again, tangling our fingers together. I love his skin, so silky and delicate but with the firmness of muscle underneath telling that he's not as soft as he looks. We move slowly, letting him set the pace; I was concerned he should rest but he seems fine now, stretching the kinks out.

Last week, I checked out places to take him, tested the food, the atmosphere. This is our first date and I want everything to be perfect. It took a while, but I finally picked out the perfect place, reasonably quiet in the way busy places can be, friendly girls but not too friendly, decent food, a nice atmosphere. I stop, taking a second to kiss him quick but he's staring at the sign, frowning a bit. “Sir, I” My finger pokes him on the tip of his nose. “Ikkaku. Are you sure? We can go somewhere, quieter, if you like. I don't mind, really.”

He doesn't mind? Doesn't he want to be seen with me? I mean, I'm not the classiest guy but I'm not that bad. This shy little smile is peeking at me through long bangs and I frown down. “What, you don't wanna be seen with me?” A firm tug brings him in to press against me, hand on my chest as if to push away.

“No! Of course I'm happy to do anything with you!” I'm not sure I believe him, he's blushing and looking away, shifting his weight uncomfortably. “I'm really happy you wanted to take me out.” Close examination shows him to be telling the truth, at least as much as I can determine.

No matter, he said it was fine so we'll go. We can leave if he isn't ok. A quick grin and he beams up at me. “Good. Let's go.” He's lagging behind me but follows with a little encouragement. To the back, where I can see a table and glare at the kids thinking of taking it; they suddenly see one along the opposite wall. Tams bounces over, still wearing that ridiculous outfit. It's been years since I was last here but some things never change.

Tempting as it is to peek, I'm almost certain there will be no more sex for a month or six if I get caught. I just crawled back into that bed, I'm not throwing it away to look when I'm not even interested. A bit of teasing, a quick warning to keep her off my date, and she's off, laughing and calling the news of my being taken. Wench. Kira is so sweet, staring around him and trying not to look like it.

I know almost everyone here and wave back at the occasional call, chatting casually. My blond sits quietly, sipping his beer, smiling when spoken to but not really participating. But his feet are wrapped around my ankle, wiggling a bit and I grin at him. He doesn't even realize most of our visitors are here to see him.

They are curious, and I don't blame them; if my time lines are right, Kira has been out of the academy for almost a century. And I bet half the occupants of Seireitei have never seen him. At least not close enough to pick him from a crowd. A few are brave enough to try to chat but he just smiles and answers quietly, focused on me. I'm the luckiest guy here and I can't help a bit of physical boasting, shoulders back, chest out.

His smile is getting brighter and he's drinking faster as his inhibitions fall. When I offer to teach him to play darts, he laughs and leans against my chest, letting me guide him gently while he fondles me through my clothes. “Stop that.” Oh yeah, he's drunk, overly bright eyes laughing up at me. I capture his hands and he pouts vaguely, watching me through long bangs.

Kissing him is so, so sweet, light and gentle. His lips part under mine and he's kissing me back, using my grip on his arms to spread mine, letting him lean into my chest. We stand and kiss, tongues playing gently, the bar noises around us fading to nothing until Tams presses her big breasts to my back. “'Kkaku darlin', you wanna take that home.” Reluctantly, I pull away and glance around.

It wasn't just my obsession with him that made the noise fade. It really did, just so they could stare at us. Naked lust on more than a few faces and I sweep my thrilled blond into my arms, cradling him. “Put it on my tab?”

“Course. And I'll come by and collect it myself, just for a chance to look at your cutie there.” She's always been a bag, Tams has. I flip her off and she waves merrily as I try not to stumble too much on the way home.

Soft purring and I glance down to see blue watching me. A small hand pets at my cheek, rubbing up over my ear and running over smooth skin. “Captain.”

It's a whisper, happy, relaxed, and I love it. “Yeah, Kira.” We're home, finally, and I slide the door with my foot. The click of it sliding shut behind us as I travel the hall tells me someone was waiting up for us but I don't really care who it is.

I only care about the darling blond in my arms. We lay down quietly, not even bothering to undress and he cuddles close, arms still around my neck. “Ikkaku” He keeps murmuring my name and I rub his back, whispering back to him until sleep closes his eyes. “Love you.”

Did he? Holy shit! “Kira?” Not even a whisper of movement. “Kira!” I don't dare be too loud, I have no idea what I'll say if he does open his eyes, but how can I just leave it like that? Will he even remember in the morning? I don't know if I want him to. A quiet snore and I lay back down, tucking him into my side and staring at the ceiling.

Sleep comes slowly and I wake to find him sprawled across my chest, watching me. A sleepy smile, a quiet 'Good morning.' and he's off, headed for a bath without a word. My head pounds but the inexperienced drinker is enjoying his morning after; oh, to be that pure again. All day, I watch but he doesn't remember. I'm sure of it.

Relief and regret mix, leaving me staring after him until he blushes and moves away. Damn.