Okaeri nasai

Author’s Notes:  This is my second Bleach fanfic, as well as my second IkkaYumi.  The first one is on FanFiction.net.  I’ve fallen absolutely in love with this pairing.  The one-kiss-away-from-canon element to it helps a bunch.  It’s on almost the same level as Juubei and Kazuki in GetBackers (whom I also love together).

Like with my first IkkaYumi story, this most likely takes place before canon.  I don’t have a set timeframe for it, to be honest.

Bleach, Yumichika, and Ikkaku don’t belong to me (duh).  If they did, this pairing would very much be canon.  Hee.

Okaeri nasai

By Annie-chan

The room that met his eyes as he pushed the sliding door open was dark, deserted.  No surprise there.  It was after midnight, so the small house’s occupant was sure to be in bed sleeping.

Madarame Ikkaku slid the door closed again and crouched down to remove his waraji.  Despite the late hour, he was just coming home from an assignment in the living world, an assignment that, regrettably, Yumichika hadn’t been able to accompany him on.  The raven-haired shinigami had pitched a fit when he learned they would be separated.  Ikkaku, though he was also disappointed with their being split up, hadn’t reacted in such a dramatic way.  He had instead focused his energies on placating Yumichika, reassuring the smaller man that he would be back as soon as he possibly could.  That had calmed his lover somewhat.

He still looked like a little lost puppy when I left, Ikkaku thought with an affectionate smile, remembering the adorable look of dismay on Yumichika’s face as he saw Ikkaku off on his mission.

Leaving his discarded waraji by the door, Ikkaku made his way to the bedroom.  He felt Yumichika’s familiar reiatsu, muted with sleep.  He had missed that feeling while he was gone, and having it wash over his senses again was like stepping from darkness into light.  He hadn’t been aware of just how much he missed Yumichika until he was home again, and he quickly returned to his lover’s presence.

A faint sigh of appreciation exited his throat as he entered the room.  There he was on the futon, lying on his side facing the door.  Shafts of moonlight entered through an open window, illuminating pale skin and playing amongst hair the darkest shade of black.

Ayasegawa Yumichika lay there, perfection personified.  He was wearing a plain white yukata, his normal sleeping attire.  One hand was underneath the pillow, the other curled into a loose fist near his face.  His hair had fallen over his face, partially hiding the serene expression that graced his flawless features.  His breathing was slow and even, his side subtly rising and falling in time with his breaths.  He was the very picture of peacefulness.

Ikkaku closed the bedroom door and took a moment to admire his lover’s beauty.  This was the man who owned Ikkaku’s heart and soul, the one who meant more to him than anything else in the world.  Yumichika had burrowed his way deeply into Ikkaku’s thoughts and affections and, when they were alone, brought out his tender side.  Before he had met Yumichika, Ikkaku hadn’t known he could be gentle, but with Yumichika it just came naturally.  Oh, his partner enjoyed rough sex just as much as he did, but it was Yumichika who had shown him just how blissfully wonderful slow, attentive lovemaking could be.

Yumichika was Ikkaku’s one weak point, and he was thankful his lover was such a powerful warrior.  If he had fallen in love with someone who couldn’t defend himself (or herself), Ikkaku knew the threat of his beloved being used against him would have been much, much higher.  As the Eleventh Division’s third seat, the potential for gaining enemies was high, but Yumichika’s deadliness in combat was solid assurance that trying to get to Ikkaku through him would be a lost cause.

He removed Houzukimaru and placed the sword on a set of wall pegs just below an identical set holding Fuji Kujaku.  He then began to undress for bed.  I don’t think I ever would fall in love with someone who couldn’t defend themselves, he thought.  Part of what attracted him to Yumichika in the first place was the other man’s skill with a sword.  It focused more on speed and technique than brute strength, unlike with many members of the Eleventh.  Yumichika’s fighting style complemented Ikkaku’s perfectly, their partnership seeming so natural that both of them wondered just how they had managed before meeting the other.

Now, so many decades later, after so many years of living together and fighting at each other’s side, they were just as much in love as they had ever been.  Perhaps even more than they had ever been.  It seemed that with each passing season their bond only grew deeper.

I really am a lucky man, Ikkaku thought, slipping into a pair of loose pants.  To be so in love with such a beautiful creature, and to be loved just as much in return, was far more than Ikkaku ever would have thought he deserved.  Yumichika, however, had assured him many times that he was indeed worthy of the other man’s love, and would have never received it in the first place if he wasn’t.

Ikkaku knelt down and slid into bed next to Yumichika.  His lover’s warmth drew him close, and he pulled the other man flush against him, laying Yumichika’s arm across his neck.  He brushed his hand down Yumichika’s side and gripped him gently behind one knee, pulling the finely muscled leg over himself and draping it over his hip and thigh.  He made a soft sound of appreciation, relaxing into the other man’s loose embrace.

An equally soft sound emerged from Yumichika’s throat, and the dark-haired man began to stir.  Before he was even aware, his subconscious recognized his lover’s reiatsu, his grasp tightening until he was holding Ikkaku of his own accord.

The larger man smiled, basking in the other’s presence.  He relished the feel of those slender limbs wrapped around him, and the last several nights had left him sorely deprived.  He could feel the first signs of arousal beginning to flutter deep within him.

“Mmm…Ikkaku…” Yumichika sighed, his eyes opening just enough for slivers of violet to show through.  Finding himself tangled up in Ikkaku’s embrace upon waking was far from unusual, so for a few seconds the smaller man didn’t react at all.  After a moment, however, he stiffened up, eyes flying wide.  “Ikkaku!”

Ikkaku grinned, amused by his lover’s belated realization of his return.  “Hey there, gorgeous.”

“Oh, Ikkaku!” Yumichika breathed, pressing his forehead to Ikkaku’s bare shoulder.  “You’re back!”  His grip had tightened dramatically, holding onto the other man as if his life depended on it.

“Yeah, I’m back,” he said, still grinning.  He ran his fingers through Yumichika’s silky hair, massaging the other man’s scalp.  “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too!” Yumichika sniffed, looking up into Ikkaku’s dark eyes.  “I missed you so much!”

“C’mon,” Ikkaku chided gently, “you’re acting like I was gone for a year.  It’s only been a few days!”

“I-I know,” Yumichika said, trying to rein in his emotions.  “I know it’s just been a few days, and I wasn’t worried for you.  I knew you’d never let anything happen to you on such a simple assignment.  I just…I’ve been so lonely without you.”

“Oh, Yumi,” Ikkaku sighed, “you really are a woman sometimes, y’know?”

“Shut up!” Yumichika shot back, but he was laughing as he said it.  He hugged Ikkaku tightly again.  “I’m glad you’re back, lover.”

“Yeah, me too.”  He closed his eyes as Yumichika raised his head again and kissed him.  “Mmm…”

Yumichika traced the seam of Ikkaku’s lips with his tongue, but then withdrew.  He said nothing, but the way he looked at Ikkaku through his eyelashes, his lips turning up in a coy smile, spoke volumes.

Ikkaku growled low in his throat and latched his mouth onto Yumichika’s neck, nipping and sucking the smooth skin there.  He gripped the smaller man’s hips and ground their bodies together, earning a moan of anticipation from his lover.  A rush of heat went straight to his groin, and he could feel the beginnings of Yumichika’s arousal through the thin layers of their clothing.

“Ahh,” Yumichika sighed, his hand on the back of Ikkaku’s neck, his other arm wrapped around the larger warrior’s middle.  “It’s been so long…”

“What’re you talking about?” Ikkaku muttered against Yumichika’s neck.  “It’s only been a few days.”

Yumichika’s lips stretched into a smile.  “Far too long.”

Ikkaku moved down to the juncture between neck and shoulder, biting down gently.  When Yumichika squirmed he pulled away.  “You’re a horny bitch, y’know that?”

“Yes,” Yumichika replied, still smiling.  “But only for you.”

Ikkaku growled again, moving up to Yumichika’s face and kissing him deeply.  The smaller man purred, parting his lips in invitation.  Ikkaku took the bait and pushed his tongue inside, dipping under and curling around Yumichika’s own tongue, coaxing it into a slow, sensuous dance.  As he explored the depths of Yumichika’s mouth, his hands pushed apart the folds of the smaller man’s yukata, slipping his hands under the thin fabric to slide across smooth skin.  Yumichika arched into the touch, burning for more, moaning deep in his throat.

Ikkaku pushed the yukata further open, slipping it off Yumichika’s shoulders entirely, his hands moving around to his lover’s back to pull him close.  Their bare torsos pressed up against each other, and Yumichika gave a soft cry.  The feeling of skin on skin was incredible, his heart quickening as he anticipated more.  He wrenched his arms from the sleeves, his hands then skating over Ikkaku’s sturdy body, feeling the sheer power he possessed as his muscles flexed and bunched under taut skin.  Yumichika was no shrinking violet either, in fact had a very dominant personality, but he loved to submit to the larger man while in bed.  The feeling of his body surrendering completely to Ikkaku’s utterly perfect one turned him on more than anything else.

He felt hands push past his sash and grope the firm flesh of his ass.  Giving Ikkaku’s tongue one last nibble, he broke the kiss, rolling his hips against the other man’s.  “Take it off,” he hissed, kissing along Ikkaku’s strong jaw.

His lover obeyed without a thought.  Pulling his hands from Yumichika’s body, he made quick work of the simple knot at the other man’s waist, the light green sash the only thing holding the yukata closed.  After disposing of that, he pushed Yumichika onto his back and opened the yukata entirely, baring the smaller man completely to his gaze.

“Perfect,” he sighed, his hands moving to the last scrap of clothing clinging to Yumichika’s skin.  The fundoshi wrapping his loins looked uncomfortably tight, Yumichika’s growing erection beginning to strain at the fabric.  He massaged the other shinigami’s arousal through the undergarment, earning him a lustful moan.  He smiled as Yumichika bucked up into his hand, seeking friction.  “Mmm…should I take this off, too?”

“Oh, yes,” Yumichika breathed, his voice reedy with desire.  “I want you—ah!—want you to touch me…!”  He pulled Ikkaku down for another kiss, thrusting his tongue into the other’s mouth.

The larger shinigami gave another growl, kissing back with equal fervor.  He continued caressing Yumichika’s erection through the fundoshi, bringing his lover closer to full hardness, his touches growing more tortuous with every passing moment.  Yumichika’s cries became increasing desperate, until he arched up into Ikkaku’s touch and all but sobbed his desire to the ceiling.  Then Ikkaku finally showed him mercy, undoing the knot in the thin fabric and pulling it from around Yumichika’s hips.

Yumichika moaned as the pressure was relieved, his swollen member springing free as the garment was pulled away.  And then Ikkaku’s warm hand was on him, stroking slowly along his length, squeezing just perfectly.  He moaned again, rolling his hips upward into the exquisite touch.

Ikkaku kissed and licked his way down Yumichika’s throat to his chest as he pleasured him, laying his head just to the left of center to listen to the strong beat of his heart.  It was rapid, excited, the blood rushing through Yumichika’s veins as he lost himself in sensation.  Ikkaku could feel the vibrations against his cheek, his own swift heartbeat almost synchronized with them.  A flood of affection surged through him, and he placed a kiss over the other warrior’s heart.

“Yumi…” he sighed, rubbing his thumb over the slit at the tip of his lover’s erection, earning a sharp cry and a jerk of the other man’s hips.  He laved Yumichika’s nipples with his tongue, coaxing the already tightening nubs into straining peaks, smiling roguishly as his partner whimpered and gasped, writhing under his ministrations.

“Ik…kaku…!” Yumichika managed to groan.  His hands were gripping Ikkaku’s shoulders tightly, as if hanging on for dear life.  His waist, hips, and thighs were in constant motion, arching up into Ikkaku’s firm touch.  He cried out wantonly every time his lover teased the sensitive tip, throwing his head back into the pillow in bliss.

Ikkaku purred his name again, making his way down the svelte body gyrating beneath him, leaving a wet trail in his wake as he sucked and nibbled at the skin stretched over Yumichika’s fluttering belly, feeling the quivering muscles underneath.  His lover’s physique was subtler than his own, his dips and curves less pronounced than those of the man hovering over him.  Ikkaku moved down to Yumichika’s abdomen, tracing the muscles there with his tongue, loving how the other man keened as he dipped into his navel.

“Ikkaku…” Yumichika gasped again, dropping his hands to the futon beneath him and gripping tightly, bunching the fabric in his fists.  “I’m…oh…I’m getting close…!”

“Mmm,” was all Ikkaku replied, his other hand coming up between the raven-haired man’s legs and gently cupping his balls.  Before it had been caressing Yumichika’s skin idly, drawing aimless patterns over the flawless surface.  Now it found its way to the other man’s testicles, drawn up tight against his body, squeezing playfully before releasing, then doing it again.

Yumichika nearly screeched at the new sensation, arching up hard.  Ikkaku took the hint and stroked faster, grip tightening, recognizing the jerky movements of his lover’s hips as a sign that he was nearing the limit of his endurance.

“Ikkaku…!  I’m going…going to…oh…oh!”

He came with a keening wail, his back bowing as his orgasm slammed through him.  His balls clenched, thick jets of semen spurting from his engorged cock to paint his stomach and chest.

Ikkaku murmured his approval, kissing Yumichika’s belly just below the navel, tongue flicking out to taste the evidence of his lover’s ecstasy.  As the spasms subsided and Yumichika relaxed, Ikkaku swiped his fingers through the white fluid and leaned up over the other man, touching his fingertips to quivering lips.  Yumichika immediately opened his mouth, tongue darting out to taste before sucking the fingers inside completely.  He made a sound of pleasure, licking every trace of seed from the invading digits.  Tasting himself on Ikkaku’s skin turned him on beyond belief, and he could already feel the beginnings of arousal curling through his body again.

The larger man groaned at the look of bliss on Yumichika’s face, his other hand palming his own erection through his pants before hastily loosening the tie at his waist and pushing the annoying garment off.  He kicked the pants away, his fundoshi soon meeting the same fate, then settled over Yumichika, pressing them together from chest to groin, sweat and semen mingling between them.  The smaller man whimpered as Ikkaku’s weight pressed down upon him, blood rushing back to his obviously reinterested cock.  Ikkaku ground his own straining erection against his lover’s reawakening one, their voices combining as pleasure arced through them both.

“Getting it up again so soon, eh?” Ikkaku whispered against Yumichika’s moist lips.  “You really are a horny bitch.”

“I’m your horny bitch,” Yumichika breathed, hands pressing into the small of Ikkaku’s back, pulling them further together.  It was only a moment before they slid down to his ass, squeezing hard, earning a low growl and a sharp thrust from the man on top of him.  “Ah…”

“Hell, yeah,” Ikkaku purred, searching among the skewed pillows for the bottle of lilac-scented oil Yumichika insisted they keep there.  The smell of lilacs was his favorite, the effeminate shinigami had once said.  Except, he confessed, the scent of an aroused Ikkaku.

Flipping the cap back, he coated his fingers with the sweet-smelling oil, then placed the bottle to the side within easy reach, stroking his fingers along the cleft of Yumichika’s ass.  Yumichika spread his legs, giving Ikkaku better access, sighing as his entrance was nudged and prodded.

He arched up slightly as a finger pushed inside him, welcoming the familiar sensation.  He lay back against the pillows as Ikkaku pushed in and out a few times.  The larger man then crooked his finger up in a come-hither gesture, grinning as Yumichika squirmed.

A second finger soon joined the first, pushing deeper than before, searching for Yumichika’s sweet spot.  Ikkaku scissored his fingers, stretching Yumichika’s passage, coaxing moans and whimpers from his lover’s throat.  A grin came to his lips as Yumichika arched up, gasping.  He had brushed against the other man’s prostate, sending bolts of pleasure shooting through the body below him.  Pressing hard against the sensitive gland, he reveled in the desperate cries pouring from Yumichika’s lips.  The smaller man’s cock was fully erect again, and he fought the urge to touch himself, not wanting to drown out the sensations of Ikkaku’s fingers inside of him.

Ikkaku pushed a third finger into his lover, making Yumichika whine.  He moved his fingers back and forth, spreading them outwards to stretch the inner walls, occasionally jabbing at the prostate.  Yumichika’s voice rose with every touch until he was nearly screaming.

The larger man finally stopped and pulled out, reaching for the bottle of oil again.  All that was needed now was for him to slick his cock with the slippery stuff, and then he’d be inside his lover’s incredible body, driving them both toward blissful completion.

“Wait,” Yumichika said suddenly, struggling into a sitting position and placing his hand over Ikkaku’s, stilling his actions.

Ikkaku froze, eyes widening.  He was stunned by that one little word.  Yumichika wanted to wait?!

“Not yet, my love,” Yumichika explained, leaning up and touching their lips together in a gentle kiss.  “I want to taste you,” he murmured into Ikkaku’s mouth.

Ikkaku groaned, an arrow of desire going straight to his cock.  If it was at all possible, he got even harder.  Yumichika wanted to suck him off.

“Don’t let me stop you,” he rasped, his dark brown eyes burning into Yumichika’s violet ones.  The effeminate shinigami grinned playfully at him, then pushed him back so he was sitting with his legs stretched out in front of him.  Yumichika quickly descended to his lap, eager to take the other man’s arousal deep into his throat.  He wrapped one hand around the base of Ikkaku’s erection, his tongue darting out to lick at the engorged head, tasting the preejaculate that had gathered there.  A guttural moan reached his ears, urging him forward.

“You like this,” he whispered, removing his hand and licking up the underside, going from root to tip in one smooth motion.  It was more a statement than a question.

“Oh, yes,” Ikkaku gasped, leaning back, one arm braced behind him.  Knees bent up slightly, his other hand settled into Yumichika’s hair, caressing his scalp as his fingers carded through the silky strands.

Yumichika languidly lapped at his lover’s straining cock, sometimes paying special attention to the head, other times moving up and down the shaft, laving every inch of it with his hot tongue.  He pressed the tip of his tongue into the crease between the head and the shaft, then into the slit at the very tip, sighing as he tasted the weeping fluids.  He listened, rapt, to the sounds of pleasure coming from Ikkaku, every moan and hiss making his own erection throb with need.

“Mmm…you taste so good,” he sighed, nibbling along the shaft, his hands squeezing and massaging at Ikkaku’s thighs.

Ikkaku’s head dropped back, pure ecstasy on his face.  “Y-Yumi…!”

The effeminate shinigami smiled, then moved back up to the head, closing his lips around it and slowly sliding downward, engulfing his lover in wet heat.

Ikkaku gave a wheezing cry, his hand fisting in Yumichika’s hair, mindful not to pull too hard.  The urge to thrust into that heavenly mouth nearly overwhelmed him, but he held himself in check, not wanting to choke his beautiful lover.  Instead he willed himself to relax, letting the sensations overtake him, allowing Yumichika to do as he pleased.

The raven-haired man hollowed his cheeks, applying just the right amount of suction, knowing exactly how to cause his partner the most pleasure.  He moved back up the shaft until he was just about to slide off completely, then sank back down again, relishing the feel of it filling his mouth.  He could feel Ikkaku’s pulse pounding against his lips, and he pressed his tongue against the underside, his teeth scraping gently along the surface.

Yumichika settled into a slow but steady pace, keeping the pressure constant, withdrawing and returning with practiced precision.   One hand slid around to Ikkaku’s ass, kneading the firm flesh as he pushed his lover closer and closer to release, his nails digging into the skin slightly.  The other was wrapped around the base of Ikkaku’s arousal, stroking and squeezing the part not making it into his mouth.

“Haahh…Yumi…ahhh…” Ikkaku groaned, the pleasure continuing to intensify.  He tugged on Yumichika’s hair, knowing he was dangerously close to losing it.  “I’m…I’m gonna…”

The smaller man refused to relent, having no intention of stopping.  He growled a warning, then removed his hand from the base and relaxed his throat, abruptly taking Ikkaku completely into his mouth, his nose pressed into the thatch of black hair that surrounded the base.  His hand moved down to Ikkaku’s balls, teasing them expertly, tortuously.

“AH!” Ikkaku yelped, the arm holding him up almost giving out.  “YUMI…!”

Yumichika swallowed around the thick shaft, knowing Ikkaku loved it when he did that while deepthroating him.  His lover’s resulting cry made his own cock twitch.  He then sucked harder than before, making a low humming sound.

Ikkaku felt the vibrations move through his arousal, and he knew he was lost.  He cried out sharply, his hips jerking, pouring his seed into the other man’s mouth.

Yumichika pulled back halfway to keep from choking, feeling the hot fluid flood his mouth.  He swallowed every drop, milking his lover of everything he had, continuing to suck at him until he was sure he had gotten it all, his greedy tongue pressing firmly into the slit.

“Y-Yumi…” Ikkaku gasped, sitting forward and hunching over the other man, knowing that if he continued leaning backward he would fall.  He buried his fingers in Yumichika’s thick hair, petting him affectionately.

“Mmm,” Yumichika purred, letting Ikkaku’s softening member slide from his mouth.  “I love your taste.”  As he began to sit up, Ikkaku’s grip on his hair tightened again, and he was pulled into a rough kiss, Ikkaku’s tongue thrusting into his mouth.  He readily submitted, eyes drifting shut as his mouth was plundered.

The taller shinigami could think of very few things more arousing than his own taste in Yumichika’s mouth.  His tongue curled around the smaller man’s, relishing the flavor as Yumichika moaned into the kiss.  He pulled his lover into his lap, feeling slender yet strong thighs close around his waist, moving from Yumichika’s mouth to press feather-light kisses along his jaw.  Reaching the delicate ear, he nibbled gently at the lobe, feeling Yumichika squirm in his embrace.  Blood pooled again in his loins, reawakening his hungry cock.

“And you teased me for being ready again so soon,” Yumichika chided playfully, rubbing his ass against the growing erection.  “You’re just as horny as I am.”

“Damn straight,” Ikkaku murmured, lapping at the spot behind the earlobe, then closing his teeth lightly around the delicate skin.  He knew just how much that drove Yumichika crazy, and he wasn’t disappointed as the other man gasped and squeezed his waist between his thighs.  Arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, pulling them flush against each other.  Yumichika’s neglected arousal was pressed between their bellies, throbbing and needy.

“Ikkaku…” he whispered, his hips rolling forward, eyes sliding shut in pleasure.

“Ready for more?” Ikkaku asked just as quietly.  He really didn’t need to ask; the answer was obvious.

“Always,” Yumichika replied, hanging on tight as Ikkaku leaned forward, laying him on his back again.  He released his grip as Ikkaku sat up again, retrieving the bottle of oil from where he had left it.  Pouring a generous amount into his hand, he stroked it over his cock, slicking himself while bringing his swelling member back to full hardness.  He was more than ready for their bodies to join completely, and he knew Yumichika felt the same way, judging by how the beautiful man spread his legs invitingly.

Ikkaku hooked his left arm underneath Yumichika’s right knee and pushed his leg up toward his chest, spreading him wider.  He slipped two fingers briefly into his lover, twisting and scissoring, the lubrication already there eliminating any resistance.  Satisfied that Yumichika was prepared, he positioned himself at the other man’s entrance, nudging the ring of muscle insistently.

Yumichika reached up and clasped his hands behind Ikkaku’s neck, leaning up to give him a tender kiss.  “Inside,” he murmured against the other’s lips.

Ikkaku obeyed without hesitation.  Gripping a slender hip, he slid inside in one smooth motion, a groan coming from his throat as the velvet heat surrounded him completely.

“Nnng…” The smaller of the two arched his back as he was fully penetrated, his mouth dropping open in a silent cry.  No matter how many times they coupled, no matter how familiar an act it was, it always felt new, always felt just as shocking and overwhelming as the first time.  Yumichika loved that initial push, his passage clenching around Ikkaku as he was utterly filled.  His left leg wrapped around Ikkaku’s waist and hip, his right leg tensing and flexing helplessly, hooked over Ikkaku’s arm as it was.

The larger shinigami didn’t need to wait for permission to move.  His partner’s whimpering and squirming was enough.  He pulled out almost completely and then slid back in, his hipbones pressing up against Yumichika’s ass.  He immediately repeated the motion, settling into a familiar rhythm, his arousal heightening with every gasp and moan he coaxed from his lover.

“Oh…oh, Ikkaku…mmng…yes…ah!  Ohh…mmmmm…” Yumichika writhed beneath him, meeting him thrust for thrust, his slender body thrumming with pure bliss.  His head was thrown back, exposing his throat for Ikkaku to kiss and lick and nibble hungrily.  His nails raked the skin of Ikkaku’s back, ecstatic noises tumbling from his lovely lips.

“Yumi…” Ikkaku whispered against the other’s throat, his thrusts steadily growing stronger, starting to lose himself in Yumichika’s intoxicating heat.

“Yes!  Right there!”  Yumichika arched prettily and whined, intense pleasure sizzling through him as his sweet spot was nudged.

Ikkaku grinned widely.  He hadn’t hit that spot on accident.  He knew exactly where Yumichika’s prostate was, and started hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves with every thrust, loving the increasingly desperate cries wrenching themselves from the smaller man.

“Yumi…Yumi…” he moaned, repeating the name over and over like a prayer.  Indeed, he worshipped the man that lay beneath him, would give him everything in the world, would give his very life for him, if need be.  Intense love flooded every corner of Ikkaku’s being, and he drove into Yumichika with everything he had, ramming the man’s prostate relentlessly.

“Ikkaku…!” Yumichika gasped, his hold slipping from Ikkaku’s shoulders, making him fall to his back.  His hands fisted in the futon beneath him, threatening to tear through the fabric.  He felt Ikkaku release his right leg, gripping his hips with both hands now, and he wasted no time in wrapping it around his lover just as tightly as his left one was.

Ikkaku thrust solidly into Yumichika, his fingers pressing into the smaller man’s skin hard enough to bruise.  He opened his eyes, gazing down at his gorgeous partner as he writhed helplessly.  The look of utter rapture on his face was the most erotic thing Ikkaku had ever seen, and he groaned, thrusting deep and hard.

“Oh, yes…more…just a little…ah!”  Yumichika wrapped both hands around himself, stroking in time with the push-and-pull within him, feeling the sensations spiral quickly out of control.  He arched up, keening.

“Come for me, my lovely,” Ikkaku whispered.  “Let me see you…”

“Ik…kaku…!  Oh, yes!  AAAHHHHH…!”  With a full-throated howl he came, his essence shooting from his cock in shuddering spurts.  He arched up into his lover, his inner walls clenching around Ikkaku over and over, waves of bliss surging through his every fiber, his toes curling from the intensity of his climax.  His second orgasm of the night thoroughly eclipsed the first, leaving him breathless and shaken by the sheer amount of sensation flooding his senses.

Ikkaku felt a slow smile stretch his lips as he witnessed Yumichika give in to pleasure.  He loved seeing his partner like this, overcome with emotion and sensation, his usual poise fleeing entirely as he quaked and screamed.  He continued his powerful thrusting throughout his lover’s orgasm, the feel of Yumichika clamping down around him almost enough to send him over the edge as well.  When the tension eventually drained from the smaller man, the spasms slowly subsiding, Ikkaku finally let himself go.  With a few more jerky thrusts, he came hard, growling low in his throat as he erupted deep within the body wrapped around his.

Yumichika whimpered as Ikkaku’s hot semen filled him.  Tears had gathered in his eyes as he climaxed, and the exquisite feeling of being completely claimed caused them to finally overflow.  They slid down his flushed cheeks, leaving wet, shining trails in their wake.

“Yumi…Yumi…my Yumi…”  Ikkaku kissed and licked the tears away, his hands cradling the dark-haired man’s shapely face.  He covered lush lips with his own, kissing languidly, his tongue sweeping the inside of his lover’s mouth.

Yumichika purred, relaxed and sated.  He felt utterly drained, every ounce of energy stolen from him by the wild passion they had just shared.  He made a small sound of dismay as he felt Ikkaku withdraw from him.  His larger partner collapsed upon him, his arms no longer able to hold him up.  They were both gasping for breath, their chests moving against each other, their hearts beating rapidly mere inches apart.  Yumichika wrapped his arms loosely around the other man, loving the feel of his superior weight pressing him down into the futon.

“I missed you,” Ikkaku murmured into his ear.  “I missed this.”

“And I, you,” Yumichika smiled lazily, stroking the back of Ikkaku’s neck affectionately.  “Don’t ever leave me again.”

“I can’t promise that,” Ikkaku replied honestly.  “We can’t always have the same assignments.  These last few days proved that.”  He nipped at Yumichika’s earlobe.  “But I can promise that I’ll do the best I can.”

“I will, too,” Yumichika nodded.  “I can’t stand us being apart.”

“Dear Yumi,” Ikkaku sighed.  “Such a woman.”

Yumichika slapped him upside his bare head, making him let out a short laugh.  The matching smile on his lover’s face showed that he wasn’t truly insulted.

After cuddling for a few moments—Ikkaku had never before been a cuddler, but Yumichika had quickly changed that—they maneuvered themselves underneath the covers, arms and legs tangling in a loving embrace.

“Go to sleep, Yumi,” Ikkaku said, placing a kiss into Yumichika’s midnight hair.  “I’ll bathe you in the morning.”

“You mean, we’ll bathe each other,” Yumichika corrected, tucking his head up under Ikkaku’s chin.  “I’m so glad you’re back.”

Ikkaku smiled softly, stroking Yumichika’s hair.  “Yeah.  Me, too.”

End

Author’s Notes:  There you have it, my first yaoi lemon in a very long time.  The last hentai fic I wrote was M/F, and that was my first lemon in a long time, period.

If you liked this, please go to FF.net and read “Downpour,” my first IkkaYumi fic.  I think it turned out really well, but very few people seem to have taken any notice of it.  This makes me sad.