CONTENT CODES:
CBT (mild: cock ring)
UST (unresolved sexual tension)
kissing
NOTE:
The following chapter does not contain smut but does include some kissing. Originally this was supposed to be paired with the next chapter, but since that would entitle an extremely long chapter, I broke it up.
chapter 3.
Somehow the pair of friends had made their way to the bar. To their surprise, they were the first ones to arrive. They made their way to the back of the room and sat down at a secluded table. This was a bar in Rukongai; to be exact: they were at a bar in the West Rukongai in the 1
st District of Junrinan.
Yumichika stared out over the table facing the door while Ikkaku sat beside him already pouring some sake into the wooden saucers for them to drink out off. Both were ready to get drunk enough to chase away their lust-filled thoughts about the people they desired.
As they sipped their sake, each lost in their own thoughts, the other members of their drinking party filtered in. Kira and Matsumoto both arrived together, probably having met elsewhere first, possibly at Gin’s memorial grave. They were followed shortly by a lazy Hisagi, his hands covered with printing ink. As the group gathered around the table and exchanged greetings, drinks were poured by Ikkaku.
When he finished pouring and giving Hisagi his saucer of sake, he realized that all eyes at the table had somehow strayed to stare at his best friend. On the other hand, Yumichika, who had dolled himself up, was too busy concentrating on his drink to notice the strange attention.
Matsumoto who had managed to sit next to the 5
th seat leaned over towards him, tilting her head as she stared at her friend. Grinning in her usual manner she commented, “So Yumi-kun dressed up for Ikkaku, huh?”
Yumichika tried to ignore the comment. Lately, for some reason, he had found himself trying to avoid and ignore the big-breasted woman. Unfortunately, Matsumoto did not seem to notice his avoidance tactics and always seemed to find a way to be near him. Even now she seemed to bore holes into his head with her questioning eyes that seemed to be begging for an explanation.
Hisagi seemed to be on the verge of asking what was going on. Even he, the Matsumoto-and-her-big-boobs lover had to admit that Yumichika looked pretty. Pretty similar to a cheap whore with the makeup; but still, there was this feeling in the aura coming of the lower seat that was on the lines of “fuck with me and I’ll fucking kill you”. When Yumichika faced him as if to challenge him to comment, Hisagi decided that any comments that he might have dealing with the 5
th seat should be kept to himself.
Kira, on the other hand, was confused. When he had arrived and seen Yumichika, he had almost run over to Ikkaku to ask him who his new girlfriend was but just never had the chance, even though he was sitting right next to the third seat. But when Matsumoto had called the pretty person Yumi-kun, he had to take a second look. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the pretty girl whom he thought was sitting beside Ikkaku and Matsumoto was in fact Yumichika. When he opened his mouth to comment about Yumichika’s new look, Ikkaku gave him a jab in the ribs that was both friendly yet hard. Grimacing at the painful sensation, he gave the man beside him an irritated yet questioning look while wondering what he had done to earn such pain. The look that Ikkaku gave him though was one saying “shut up and don’t bother asking”. Blushing quietly, he took the sake saucer given to him by an understanding Hisagi and drank its contents quietly.
Meanwhile, while trying to ignore the woman beside him who was currently fussing about his looks, Yumichika found his eyes trailing towards the entrance of the bar. The entrance was open and offered a look at the outside street. As he watched lazily, he noted the people passing by. He tensed up in shock as he saw a familiar figure stop in the street directly in front of the bar’s entrance. The laughing Ukitake had stopped there to talk to a passerby. It seemed that the two men were talking about something interesting and lively since they seemed to be laughing. Yumichika found himself trying to strain to see if he could hear what the pair was talking about.
The exchange of words was short, and soon the white-haired captain was waving a small goodbye to the other man. Turning so that his back faced Yumichika, Ukitake looked up at the sign on the building across the street from the group of friends. Smiling, he slid open the door and entered the cool doorway. The door slid close behind him blocking Yumichika from seeing what the captain was up to.
The 5
th seat almost choked on his sake. This was not happening. Ukitake, the desire of his groin, could not possibly be in the building across from them. But the captain really was; he realized that the object of his fantasies was probably sitting down for a drink in the other building as the group of friends around him spoke and joked with one another.
A gentle nudge from Ikkaku brought his thoughts back to the present and to his friends. Pushing away the luring daydreams that had been ready to form, he tried to focus on his friends. Apparently Hisagi had asked him something along the lines of what had happened today. A red tinted blush burned its way quickly across Yumichika’s face; he knew that he could not tell anyone at the table about what he had witnessed earlier.
“You know. Same old, same old.” His voice had a tint of cracking to it as Yumichika averted his eyes from their prying gaze and instead focused on drinking his warming sake.
Ikkaku who had noticed the odd blush right away felt an array of emotions rush through him. Worry was mingled with concern and curiosity; he wanted to know what exactly had happened to make his friend blush so much. Looking around, he realized that the others probably thought that the blush was from Yumichika drinking too much sake, but he knew better. Something was up. He vowed silently to himself that he would wait all night if he had to. But by morning, he would know the complete truth, no matter how bitter it was to swallow; he would bear the disgusting taste with a happy smile if he had to.
The conversation continued around the table almost as if the others had moved on and forgotten about Yumichika as the other drinkers caught up with each other on the recent Seireitei gossip. Sharing their daily trails and experiences, they were soon downing entire bottles of sake instantaneously.
As the time passed, Yumichika’s thoughts strayed to the building facing them. Inside there somewhere, Ukitake was sitting and drinking. Unconsciously, his tongue licked his bottom lip. He wondered why the captain had picked today to be so close by. As the steady stream of people outside thinned as the sun slowly set, he could vaguely hear the sounds of the marketplace closing. The light from the sunset filtered in through the doorway as the group of shinigami chatted and drank.
For a moment it seemed that time had stopped. In a certain lull in the traffic outside the door, a single figure passed in front of the doorway. Stopping in front of the building, the figure seemed to stare up at the sign on the opposite door, the same door that Ukitake had wandered into. It was wearing a basic shinigami uniform. Judging from the plainness of the uniform and the reiatsu that was almost none existent, it was apparent that this person was unseated and had very little power. A tattered straw hat covered its owner’s hair while shielding the face. There was something odd about the figure that nagged Yumichika.
The figure seemed to have made up its mind as it slid open the door and entered the other establishment.
As the door closed behind the other shinigami, Yumichika felt his face heating up. What was that shinigami doing there? Was that person going to meet with Ukitake? The other building obviously looked like it did not have a lot of business, so it was only a matter of time before the strange shinigami and the gentle captain met. Tendrils of jealously seemed to seep out of Yumichika. Was his Ukitake sleeping with someone else already?
The realization hit him that the captain was not his and would probably never be with him. A slight depression took over him as he recognized that he might never know the feeling of that smooth white skin beneath his fingers or never feel the heat radiating from that paleness. He would never feel those delicate fingers touch him, hear that beautiful mouth and voice moaning his name, feel that body shudder in anticipation of more, or even feel solely satisfied by a kiss. His body wanted to own Ukitake’s body and make it his, but it seemed that the chance for that would never come.
Minutes passed by quickly as the group drank on. The discussion at the table changing from their boring Seireitei lives to more personal issues. Somewhere along the line, someone started talking about their lives before coming to Seireitei. Cups were poured and drunk as each person at the table revealed embarrassing things about the people they had known in Rukongai.
Eventually the conversation stirred towards the past of Ikkaku and Yumichika. The two tried to ignore the turn that the discussion had taken and tried to comment about something else. But each time they thought that they had turned the tide, another person would stir the conversation back to their “mysterious” past.
Finally, the two caved in due to being tired and from the large amount of sake that they had consumed. They began to talk about their “good ole days”. Mindful of each other’s feelings, they started with playful stories and jokes about each other. But as more sake was poured and consumed, the two started to spill juicy gossip about each other. They each seemed to be trying to outdo the other as they told stories ranging from Zaraki’s fight with Ikkaku to when Yumichika got his first haircut.
Somehow the conversation stirred towards their sex lives. The two really didn’t know how to react. Someone had commented that Yumichika was gay. Though he never figured out which one of his friends had dealt the insult, Ikkaku almost choked on his sake. He was drunk, but not that drunk. Looking at his friend out of the corner of his eye, he decided to protect his friend’s honor.
“Hahaha! Good one.” He tried to sound amused at the remark. He knew that Yumichika wasn’t gay. Come on; he had tried so many times to get the drunk and dazed version of his friend into bed with him, but the man had never budged from his opinion that it was disgusting and not beautiful. Though there was a part of Ikkaku was glad that his friend had turned down the idea and not pushed away their friendship.
“The truth is that pretty boy here ain’t gay, fellas”.
The attention turned towards the bald man. After all, if anyone knew Yumichika, it would have to be Ikkaku.
“Prove it.”
Ikkaku glared at his companions, taking care not to show his hostility as he tried to figure out who exactly had spoken it. Deciding that Yumichika was more important than his own honor, he accepted the challenge.
Leaning over, he slowly slid his arms around the other man’s shoulders. Yumichika was too drunk and too aroused from thoughts of Ukitake to actually understand what was happening; his body went with the flow. Nervously, Ikkaku lift a finger to tilt his friend’s head upwards and pressed his lips against the soft ones before him.
Instead of struggling or pushing his friend away, Yumichika gave into the kiss, closing his eyes in the heat of the moment. Suddenly, his aroused member throbbed painfully wanting to feel Ukitake. Ikkaku, surprised at his friend’s reaction, grew bolder at the lack of rejection. Forgetting exactly what he was supposed to be doing in the first place, his thoughts and actions turned towards getting more out of the kissing session. Slowly, he teased his tongue over the other’s bottom lip, cautiously asking permission.
Yumichika moaned, a noise soft and low, at the warm wet tongue stroking his bottom lip. Opening his mouth invitingly, he gasped as the eager Ikkaku plunged his long tongue into his mouth. Ikkaku moaned in response to the feeling of entering the wet orifice. It was so warm and inviting and seemed to draw him in deeper. One of his hands slid to grasp the fabric of Yumichika’s yukata, pulling the thin body closer to his own.
Yumichika gasped in response as the other’s tongue assaulted his own pink member. Giving into the kiss, his thoughts were focused on Ukitake. He found himself imagining that this person kissing him was Ukitake. He imagined the captain pulling him closer, ravishing his tender mouth. The hands on his chest and around his shoulder were the same delicate ones that had been stroking that ivory cock this afternoon. Groaning, he decided to take a peek at the gorgeous captain. Eyes lidded with passion, he stared out at his kissing partner. The sight of the other man who was casing all these wonderful feelings of pleasure caused him to sober up immediately.
Pushing Ikkaku away, he stumbled backwards in his seat. He had told his friend so many times that he wouldn’t stand it; he was not going to let that man fuck him. Blushing, he realized in embarrassment that he had kissed Ikkaku back. It was really partially his fault. But how could he tell the people at the table that he had been thinking that Ikkaku was the gentle white-haired captain. Making a reminder to explain the situation and his actions to Ikkaku later, he tried to sit still as he felt the 3 different pairs of eyes at his table staring at him in amazement.
Though he tried to bear it, he could not stand it anymore. Quietly excusing himself, he pried himself away from the stunned group and walked out the door. Pausing in the street, he felt a bit hesitant. Turning to face the other establishment across the street, he strode straight towards it. His fingers hesitated for a moment before he made up his mind. Filled with a bit of renewed confidence, he slid open the door and stepped into the room, making sure to close the door behind him.
The building’s inside was dimly lit giving the place a dark atmosphere. The room he had stepped into was fairly large, but obviously acted as an entrance hall. Looking around, he noted that there were no signs of Ukitake or the strange shinigami. Thinking back on that strange figure, he realized that the thing that had bothered him about the figure, the thing that had seemed so odd at the time, was the fact that there had been no division insignia on the back of the shinigami’s uniform.
A light cough drifted to his ears causing him to look around for the source of the familiar sound. His gaze landed on an open doorway. He cautiously walked to its entrance. He decided that if anyone found him snooping around, he could just say that he was lost and had stopped for directions.
Reaching the doorway, he peered into the room and ended up gasping silently. There, sitting in a chair that was facing away from him, a white-haired man sat beside a table, his long hair pulled back in a ponytail. There was no doubt that it was the man who had been continually plaguing his thoughts all day long. Ukitake sat, a bit slumped, wearing a yukata that Yumichika had spied lying in a corner of the captain’s quarters.
Prying his eyes from the heavenly figure, he looked around the room to get his bearings and to figure out how to proceed. On the table besides the captain, a lone drinking cup stood beside a low saucer and a small sake bottle. Softly, sighing with relief at finding out the captain was drinking alone, he was glad that the strange shinigami from earlier was not meeting with the captain; he felt as if he could relax a bit.
Since it looked like no one would be coming in to disturb them, Yumichika slowly stepped into the room. The doorway did not have a door, but instead a long curtain that acted as a makeshift door was tied against the side of the inner doorway. Loosening the tie binding the cloth in place, he let the dark maroon fabric fall silently into place covering the open doorway.
Turning around, he faced the back of the silent captain. Yumichika still had no idea what to do. Here before him was the object of all his lust and desires. If he wanted to he could rape the man—or at least try to rape him; he knew that the captain was strong despite his weak and frail look and decided that attempting to rape him was not the right idea.
Maybe he could confess? After all, if he was rejected, then he could go and release all his sexual frustration with Ikkaku. The man had been overly forward tonight, even going so far as to play with his tongue during the kiss. A blush spread over his face as he remembered the kiss. It had been extremely sensual and had turned him on immensely. But looking at the still man sitting facing away from him forced him to push away the thoughts of his friend and focus on situation at hand. Right now, he needed to focus on seducing Ukitake.
Yes, that’s the idea, he thought.
Seducing Ukitake.
But how?
