Silk

A/N: This was written a few months ago for a kink meme. It was the first attempt of a fic of this nature I let see the light of day. So please be kind. Constructive crit. Is always welcome.

Also, there is cross dressing of sorts. However I added it as a fetish as the character doesn’t participate in it as a lifestyle.

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Maybe it was the lighting in the room, or the sake burning in his veins. But whichever it was, Ikkaku found his eye dragging its attention towards the man half sitting haphazard in the corner. The lithe but skilled man had his arm outstretched, admiring the embroidery along the sleeve of the silk kimono draped over him with pride.

In their tour for trouble, the two had removed a rather pesky man from the area they had inhabited. Purposely seeking fights had double advantages. Once in a while you got a nice rush. And if you happened to pick off someone other people loathed, you got free things. Such as the room they were residing in.

It was after that fight that they simply left the man in the dust and started shopping in the district’s center. There had been the necessities and some vague interest in entertaining objects, but nothing exciting. No, nothing was out of the ordinary until Yumichika spotted a fabric vendor and her various wares. His traveling companion’s eyes had lit up with jubilance and he was immediately dragged over towards the stand.

“They’re so BEAUTIFUL.” Yumichika had been enthralled fingers caressing the highly detailed fabrics.

The owner nervously approached them, thanked them for the disposal of the inconvenient man, and offered them any item of their choice as a general thanks. Ikkaku thought Yumichika was going to go wild. He shifted through the rich colors and prints until a gasp escaped from his lips. He pulled from the selection a deep purple garment etched in white, gold, and silver. Eyes twinkling he turned to Ikkaku and then to the owner, thanking them.

“Um…Sir… You shouldn’t choose that one.” The vendor said in a weak voice.

“You said I could have anything, did you not?” Yumi asked, looking slightly broken, and clutching the robe to his chest.

“Well, yes, and you can have it if you wish but…” She lowered her eyes to the ground. “That one isn’t suited for a man.”

Yumichika had laughed at the vendor. When she looked up at him with great puzzlement, he decided to explain it to her. In his mind, anything as gorgeous as this was meant for only bodies worthy of it. Proper display of beauty did not have a gendered seal on it. In fact, it was often the more feminine of items that held the greatest intricacies.

“You know…” Ikkaku drawled as he took another swig of burning liquid. He snapped his eyes away from the pale leg that peeked out from behind violet. “That getup really does make you look like a chick.”

“Oh?” Yumichika questioned, leaning back to lie out. Raising one knee, one part of the loosely tied cloth fell further revealing more of the milky tones beneath it.

“Mmm.” Ikkaku nodded, turning completely away. He could have sworn he heard a chuckle.

“Would you like it if I were female?” Ikkaku’s head whipped around at the question.

“WHAT THE HELL?” He pulse raced. Where did that come from?

Sighing to himself, Yumichika pushed himself up, not being careful whatsoever about the fabric’s flow as he did so. Closing his eyes he smirked. Straightening himself out he opened his eyes to gaze intensely at the bald man. Ikkaku shivered internally as his traveling companion approached him, hips swaying ever so slightly. He was completely frozen, trapped in watching the other come closer to him.

Finally Yumichika stood before him. A hand wound around the back of his head anchoring him in place as the feminine man leaned down until he was face to face with the other man. Ikkaku tried to look down, only to notice the top of the kimono had fallen a little. Was there lace beneath? Ikkaku reddened and looked back up at Yumichika’s smile.

“I said…” the voice Ikkaku was hearing had become darker, more purposeful, but the tones of the syllables were far lighter, even more effeminate then usual. “Would you prefer me to be a woman?”

Yumichika slid one hand lightly down Ikkaku’s bared shoulder and down his arm, to entwine fingers in fingers. Raising the foreign ones to his lips, Yumichika bit down at the skin. Ikkaku barely flinched, as his blood was draw. All he could feel was the lips pressed against his skin. When Yumichika lifted his head to look back into his eyes, his lips were stained as red as a woman’s lip covering.

Slipping his head past Ikkaku, careful to barely graze cheeks together, Yumichika whispered attentively. “Would you want me then?”

His chest had gone tight. Ikkaku found it difficult to swallow. The heat of the body that was kneeling over him…provocative fingers tracing their mark along his exposed upper half… hot breath at his ear. The alcohol induced head swarming was begging to combine with the sensory effects. Cautiously he lifted one arm and placed it between Yumichika’s covered shoulder blades. He heard a smug sound escape the other man as lips came down to attack his throat, leaving crimson smudges in their wake.

“Or…” Fingers not his own traveled down his abdomen and rested at the tie of his hakama. Yumichika nipped at Ikkaku’s collarbone as he curiously swiped his hand lower, groping at the flesh that rest between slightly parted legs. Ikkaku inhaled sharply. “Do you need me enough as I am?”

Yumichika craned his head up towards the other man, looking quite smug. Ikkaku snapped to his senses slightly. Growling he lunged forward covering blood tinted lips with his own pale ones in a ferocious kiss. Yumichika was taken aback at first but responded quickly opening his mouth and allowing his tongue to battle with the foreign one vigorously. When teeth clashed, Yumichika retreated, covering his mouth delicately.

“That was rather unsightly.” He gasped, marking a distinction between brutality, his ugliness, and the beauty of battle that had been the first part of their heated exchange.

“Yea, well, I’m not all prim and proper.” Ikkaku scoffed, reaching out to loop one arm around Yumichika and pulling him close to his body, longing to feel the silk and the heated radiated by the body beneath it again.

Yumichika tsked and waggled his finger at Ikkaku when he tried to reach to open the fabric. Pecking his nose with a light kiss, he used the bald man’s shoulders as leverage to stand up. Ikkaku’s arms rested just at the small of Yumichika’s back, causing Ikkaku to have a turn in looking confused.

“Let me do that for you...” Yumi purred, taking Ikkaku’s hands and guiding them to release the fabric he was encased in. When it fell loose Ikkaku’s heart nearly stopped.

The man before him indeed had lacy patterns wrapped around his chest. Covering, though barely, his groin was not the traditional loincloth most men wore. Instead another female equivalent constricted the obviously interested member within. A surge of blood rushed through Ikkaku’s body when Yumichika tilted his head at him. He hadn’t seen him look quite so woman like in all the time he had known him. At the same time, his would be lover never looked so in control. There was no doubt that he was a he. And, well, if he had to put a word on it, Yumichika had never looked more beautiful to him.

“You approve?” Yumichika said mischievously.

Crawling forward, he let his hands travel up Yumichika’s legs until it toyed with the pink fabric that stood between the beginning arousal and him. Slipping his thumbs under, he quickly removed them. Yumichika sighed in relief. It was Ikkaku’s turn to stand up to the other’s height, his hand finding its way to the rising cock of the womanly man. Yumichika tried to protest, but Ikkaku caught him with another kiss.

“If I’m lucky enough to get to see you like this… you’re going to let me treat you like a woman should be treated.” Ikkaku threatened. Yumichika beamed.

“Not TOO gentle, I hope.” Puppy dog eyes met his.

“Fuck, no.” Ikkaku grinned, assaulting the other’s mouth while dedicated and calloused hands reached down between them to undo the remaining barrier between them. Ikkaku shook off his pants with ease. He had never bothered with undergarments. They were just a hassle.

Being free of constraint, Ikkaku wrapped his hands around Yumichika’s back once more, driving the two bodies together. A groan was sounded by both parties as the tell tale signs of their attraction collided. Ikkaku swore as he broke lip contact. He hadn’t expected such a light brushing to cause such a reaction. He was burning. He didn't scoff at any lifestyle for bedding. Release was release. Attraction was attraction. And if someone dared call what was happening to him due to the coy toying of the fighter before him blasphemous, he wasn’t sure what else was more right.

With little patience, he slipped the silk from Yumichika’s shoulders. There was a moment of protest. As soon as Ikkaku muttered that he didn’t want it to get dirty, a pride of acknowledgement of silks’ fragility was shown. Using a few pillows provided to them instead, Ikkaku guided the other man down. He had no clue as to how much experience his soon to be lover had, but he thought it best to try to be somewhat careful with him. At least for now.

His caution seemed to offend Yumichika slightly who had parted his knees the moment he hit the cushioning. Ikkaku looked at the flushed figure below him with a raw hunger. Bending down he attacked the left nipple exposed to him. He suckled at the nub for a moment, his hand reaching down beneath the raised shaft to thumb at the sacks below it before biting down. Yumichika gasped at the sensations, his fingers clawing at the back of Ikkaku’s neck trying to compensate for the lack of hair there.

“Yumi…” Ikkaku whispered, withdrawing his hand and pressing it up against the black haired man’s lips. The sensation of his digits being taken into the other man’s mouth was nearly too much. For the moment the wet heat hit them, Ikkaku couldn’t help but imagine that same wonderful bliss wrapped around his currently throbbing member.

After a few moments he reached back downwards, continuing his wet paths along Yumichika’s torso. Finding the tight circle he roughly plunged a digit in. His partner didn’t flinch, but he could tell it wasn’t overly comfortable for him. There wasn’t any regret for the lack of appropriate lubrication. This would do the trick; besides, there would still be that extra sting.

“Ikkaku...” Yumichika half breathed, arching and pushing onto the man’s fingers.

He didn’t need any more encouragement. Lifting pale legs up enough, he leaned down to smirk gleefully at the body below him, arms still entangled around his neck. Withdrawing his fingers her guided the tip of his second sword into the space his digits had preoccupied. He hissed as he pushed forward, leaning his forehead against Yumichika’s shoulder as he finally got in with a rather rash thrust. He stilled for a moment to look at the joy on his lover’s face as he panted with one eye closed at effects of the first motion.

“I might not be beautiful, or as controlled as you might like, but your mine now. Got it?” Ikkaku checked, possessively as he pushed further in. “I don’t want anyone touching the outside of that pretty little frock of yours but me.”

Yumichika nodded, wrapping his legs around Ikkaku with encouragement. He didn’t seem to take issue with the proposal. Approving of the response, Ikkaku let himself be lost in the tight confines around his lower organ. Pulling back he nearly fully reentered again. The mostly dry attack was literally that, painful but entirely delight if the mewls exiting Yumi’s throat had any truth to them. Attentive, Ikkaku lowered his hand to stroke his lover, trying to at least simulate a similar pressure to the one that clamped around him.

“’Kaku…” Yumichika hissed in warning and pleading, nails raking down shoulder blades.

Ikkaku’s movements were not graceful. They were swift and hard. His hand moved not quite in time with his lower work. It was sloppy, uncoordinated. He didn’t really care. Yumi was doing anything but complaining. And he didn’t really have a problem with the thought of learning a rhythm with him later. He was sure his lover would insist on refining their dance if only for the sake of a possible accidental viewer’s pleasure. He could never be caught doing something so beastly, after all.

The pair lost their thoughts and control. Sweat poured down their figures despite the less then boiling room. Limbs tangled. Teeth met flesh. Saliva met crevices untouched by others, bringing a flurry of sensation pooling down into each man’s stomachs.

“Yumi…” Ikkaku hissed, the buildup becoming too intense. Yumichika barely whimpered in response, throwing his body up into the other one. Ikkaku rubbed the slit at t he top of his lover’s member, sliding the leaking substance downward. Coating the underside and pumping it one last time, he felt Yumichika shudder as he released the build up. Gripping onto the pale hip, Ikkaku continued his ministrations on both accounts until he too came spilling into the inner chambers that clenched on him.

Breathing heavily and cursing at the sticky residue left behind, Ikkaku withdrew, pulling Yumichika up to a sitting position with him. The beautiful one seemed equally displeased with the evidence of their activities, but was a little too dazed to really care too much about it at the moment.

“Hey, Yumi?” Ikkaku asked when he had regained himself.

“Hmm?” The other asked, leaning up against the other man’s shoulder.

“…Did you chose that just for this? Did you know…”

Yumi simply chuckled and stood up. The lantern light flickered, coating his skin in a way that made it look kissed with gold. Not saying anything, Yumi walked over to the small washbasin that had been provided to them. He gave Ikkaku a very mischievous look from over his shoulder, one that drew the fighter straight to his feet.

Yes, Ikkaku felt lucky. Very lucky indeed.