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Bleach (Ikkaku/Yumichika)

Title: Sight for Sore Eyes
Author: Marks (marksykins)
Rating: R
Pairing: Yumichika/Ikkaku
Summary: Yumichika likes what he sees.
A/N: For the prompt Bleach, Ikkaku/Yumichika: Sex in public - A sight worth seeing. Hope I did the prompt justice! I welcome any and all comments. :) 1480 words.


Yumichika sighs and tries not to smile as he leans over Ikkaku. "Why must you always look so ugly after you fight?"

Ikkaku is covered in blood, slashes to the face and chest and arms, nothing more than a walking, bald bruise, but he's grinning and flush with victory over the Arrancar and when he struggles to his elbows and laughs, Yumichika loses the battle with his lips, mouth twitching prettily at the corners.

"It's a gift," Ikkaku says and winks.

As always, Yumichika likes what he sees.


Madarame is a quiet and sensitive boy, polite to adults and popular with the girls who like to touch his hair and make him blush to its roots. People like that aren't meant to live in the 78th district of the Rukongai, and Yumichika hates him. Artifice is so fake, so unattractive, and Yumichika dislikes transparency.

He throws a glob of mud at the back of Madarame's head as he passes, and when Madarame whirls around, just for a second, Yumichika sees a flash of something flicker in those cool eyes.

"Pretty," Yumichika says to himself, but Madarame is his collected self again a moment later. He doesn't bother to conceal his disappointment but sticks his tongue out instead.

Madarame walks away.


The next day Yumichika employs a new tactic. It's not as though Madarame's schedule varies much from day-to-day; no one's does, really, being dead and all. There's not much to do in the Rukongai other than study or fight or moan about lives past, and Madarame appears too stuck up to fight.

"Lovely morning, isn't it?" Yumichika sing-songs. Madarame has just enough time to look up from the pages of his book before Yumichika gets both hands on his shoulders and gives him a hard shove.

"What the hell?" Madarame shouts and launches himself up and forward, so quick that Yumichika barely realizes it as he gets knocked to the ground. Madarame is on him a moment later, straddling Yumichika's waist as he punches Yumichika's face, his throat, everywhere his hands can reach, and his book in a puddle, ruined and forgotten. And Yumichika is grinning, really grinning, even though he hates getting dirty under any circumstances and he's having his face pummeled.

"I underestimated you," Yumichika says happily and knees Madarame in the groin. He leaps to his feet, leaving Madarame in a crumpled, groaning heap. "Ayasegawa Yumichika. You might want to get some ice on that."

This time he's the one to walk away, humming to himself.


"Where'd you get that?" Yumichika pants, blade of Madarame's sword close to his throat. He likes this more than he could have predicted, the dangerous glint of metal matching the look in Madarame's eyes. This time Madarame is the one to surprise Yumichika, and already something else is different than in days past; red streaks across Madarame's eyelids, marking his true self.

And that truth is pretty, beautiful, almost as much of a turn on as the sword at his throat. Yumichika shudders.

"You like this," Madarame says slowly, surprised at the revelation.


Madarame narrows his eyes. "Madarame Ikkaku," he says. "You kicked me in the balls."

"I did!" Yumichika says happily. "That was fun."

"Don't do it again, Ayasegawa." Madarame lowers his sword.

"You may call me Yumichika."

"Ikkaku, then. You still can't kick me in the balls."

Yumichika tilts his head. "Maybe not kick," he says thoughtfully, and grabs the front of Ikkaku's hakama to kiss him. Ikkaku's initial rigid shock melts into something more pliable, far more striking, and his lips part under Yumichika's tongue, his sword clattering to the ground.

The kiss barely broken, the sword is already in Yumichika's hand, flat of the blade against Ikkaku's throat.

"I'm keeping this." Yumichika bats his eyelashes.

"That's okay," Ikkaku says. "I'll just steal another one." He pushes Yumichika back against the stone wall and kisses him again, teeth sinking hard into Yumichika's bottom lip.

Yumichika closes his eyes and moans. He had really underestimated Ikkaku.


"Listen, I think you have the wrong idea about me." Ikkaku grabs the cuff of Yumichika's new yukata as they pass each other in the marketplace. Ikkaku's appearance is drab and impeccable again, completely at contrast to Yumichika's eye-catching outfit. Yumichika glares at Ikkaku's fingers until Ikkaku drops his hand to his side again.

"Do I?" Yumichika asks coldly. He should have known that underestimating others isn't in his beautiful nature and ignores the cold disappointment clawing at his chest.

"Yeah, I mean..." Ikkaku jerks his head toward a nearby alleyway and, against his better judgment, Yumichika follows. "I mean, I can tell you're...the way you are."

Yumichika's mouth sets in straight line. "What way?"

"That way," Ikkaku says with an unmistakable flick of his wrist. "I don't kiss guys in alleyways. I've tried very hard to be a respectable member of Soul Society."

"A liar in Soul Society," Yumichika says evenly. "There's nothing wrong with living a boring life if that's what you're meant to do, even though I don't believe that you are. It's an ugly, terrible choice for someone like you to make, but what's one more lie, really?"

"It's not a lie!" Ikkaku protests and grabs the front of Yumichika's yukata again, making him practically more familiar with it than the person wearing it.

"So you don't feel it?" Yumichika asks, arching up and pressing his whole body against Ikkaku's. For his part, Yumichika definitely feels something pressed against his leg. "It doesn't make your blood boil to hold a sword in your hand, to fight? Just thinking about it, even."

"No," Ikkaku says, but the way he refuses to meet Yumichika's eyes tells more than any protests he makes. "Listen, Yumichika," he says and makes the mistake of looking up then, eyes widening just enough that Yumichika knows the victory is his. Ikkaku snorts to himself and shakes his head. Then he leans forward and mashes his lips against Yumichika's, Yumichika letting out a little hum of pleasure even though the kiss is uncontrolled and unattractive, really, making Yumichika feel for any females Ikkaku must have tried doing this with. His hands still shake though, as he clutches at the Ikkaku's back, his head tilted back as Ikkaku's mouth attacks his throat against the exact line where metal had pressed the last time they'd met.

The people in the marketplace pass silently by, not realizing the battle that's being waged a few feet away, Ikkaku's hand snaking inside Yumichika's clothing to stroke him, exquisite up-down motions delivered at a breathtaking pace. That combined with the thrill of possible discovery makes Yumichika revoke his earlier insults of inexperience.

"You're so pretty," Ikkaku says, shaking his head and making his hair fly in all directions. "Like a girl. Hard to believe you have a cock under all this."

"I..." Yumichika sinks his teeth into his lip, the exact spot where Ikkaku had broken skin earlier, and moans as Ikkaku twists his wrist. "I have never pretended to be anything I'm not."

Yumichika's fingers sink into Ikkaku's hair as he comes, shaking and gasping as he pulls hard at the strands, pulls Ikkaku's hair off. His gasps of pleasure quickly turn into gasps of laughter, helpless ones so hard that Ikkaku has to punch him in the side of the head to shut him up. Oh. Yumichika grimaces. He didn't need that in his hair, protein content and all.

"Why should you get to be the only pretty one?" Ikkaku growls and pulls Yumichika's hair again, which decidedly doesn't come off. Despite the mess, Yumichika sparkles at the compliment.

"Who says I am?" Yumichika drops Ikkaku's wig, grinds it into the ground with one pretty sandal, ruining it in dark Rukongai dust. He pulls Ikkaku forward again and pushes one leg between Ikkaku's, making Ikkaku groan and Yumichika decide that he could get used to seeing this. "Truth is pretty. Cue ball."


"Ugly, ugly," Yumichika taunts, draping Ikkaku over his shoulders. He wants to treat all of Ikkaku's injuries right then, make him beautiful and whole again, but that will have to wait until later. The human with the room and board is looking on, and Yumichika has learned patience. Even if he still wants to throw a ball of mud at the human's dreadful, gaping face.

"You try looking pretty after a fight," Ikkaku grumbles, but there's no heat there.

Yumichika gathers up the pieces of Hozukimaru one-by-one and tucks them back into Ikkaku's sash. "I always do," he sniffs. "I'm the pretty one, after all."

"Who says you are?" Ikkaku grins and rubs his face with the back of one hand, clearing away some of the grime.

You do, Yumichika thinks, but stays silent on the matter. Ikkaku is alive and, in the end, that's all that matters.

It's been hundreds of years, but Yumichika still likes what he sees.



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Jul. 3rd, 2007 06:16 am (UTC)
OH. I really love this. I don't think you have anything to worry about. I love the back and forth between them and Ikkaku's DENIAL.

"You're so pretty," Ikkaku says, shaking his head and making his hair fly in all directions. "Like a girl. Hard to believe you have a cock under all this."

Mmmmyes. Oh Yumichika. This is great. ♥
Jul. 3rd, 2007 10:44 am (UTC)
And I love the way Gin looks through Grimmjow's hollow hole! ♥ Thank you, Isooooo.
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Jul. 3rd, 2007 11:15 am (UTC)
I was about to say, I LOVE THAT YOU GAVE HIM HAIR, MARTY!!! only to have it harshly taken away from me. alkhdlfsghfhksdn ;___;

You and your secret twists :| . This was wonderful. 8->
Jul. 3rd, 2007 11:20 am (UTC)
Bwahaha. I'm mean.

Thank you, darling. ♥
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Jul. 3rd, 2007 11:57 am (UTC)
MARKS MARKS MARKS I LOVE YOU. okay, idk. i suck at giving good comments or whatever, but this was totally them. i love when i'm able to picture a fic in my head as it goes along and this is definitely playing in loops right now. ♥

Madarame narrows his eyes. "Madarame Ikkaku," he says. "You kicked me in the balls."

"I did!" Yumichika says happily. "That was fun."

gjgklgdg that was so PERFECT. just. yesyesyes. you did amazing. ily. ♥
Jul. 3rd, 2007 08:20 pm (UTC)
Hiiiii Erikins. ♥ I think I knew you liked them but I forgot (!) because my liking them is so new! Anyway, I love when people can picture what I write, so thank you for saying so and for reading, too.
Jul. 3rd, 2007 12:08 pm (UTC)
Jul. 3rd, 2007 08:20 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I just have to tell you that that is pretty much my favorite Bleach icon ever. ♥ I have grinned every time I've seen it.
Jul. 3rd, 2007 01:19 pm (UTC)
t-t-tastey like fergie. ♥♥♥ *_____*
Jul. 3rd, 2007 08:21 pm (UTC)
Hahaha, thank you. And what an appropriate icon! ♥
Jul. 3rd, 2007 01:25 pm (UTC)
Interesting background you have for Ikkaku. I like it a lot; it leads to interesting thoughts about why Ikkaku decided to suppress his nature. Yumichika is a darling brat, and his voice comes through beautifully (which means you've got a bullseye, I guess). I really like the way you've got them interacting.
Jul. 3rd, 2007 08:22 pm (UTC)
Yes, I have at least a couple of more ideas about this background (and other possible backgrounds too). Thank you so much! I think I love writing Yumichika. :)
Jul. 3rd, 2007 02:37 pm (UTC)
this was a really good read - well paced and well portrayed, especially yukichika's deceptively playful behaviour.

thank you for writing!
Jul. 3rd, 2007 08:22 pm (UTC)
Thank you for reading! I'm glad you enjoyed it. Yumichika is so much fun to write. :)
Jul. 3rd, 2007 03:05 pm (UTC)
a;lsdfjasa;sldkfjasdklf I LOVE. So, so, SO very them. And Ikkaku in a WIG. ♥ ♥ ♥
Jul. 3rd, 2007 08:24 pm (UTC)
Hahaha, now I'm picturing Yumichika taking Ikkaku wig shopping. ♥ Thank you for reading, sweetie.
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Jul. 3rd, 2007 08:25 pm (UTC)
Oh, I LOVE BALD IKKAKU. So much. I want to see Yumichika polish it to a shine and all that. I can't get enough of the two of them now that they've clicked for me, and I hope to write more of them soon. ♥
Jul. 3rd, 2007 07:54 pm (UTC)
Love it. The ending was perfect. This = win. XD
Jul. 3rd, 2007 08:25 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed reading it. :)
Jul. 3rd, 2007 08:12 pm (UTC)
<333 Very very very nice. The wig cracked me up, and Yumichika was dead on <3
Jul. 3rd, 2007 08:26 pm (UTC)
Yumichika is so much fun to write. I look forward to writing him (and them) again soon. Thank you for reading! :)
Jul. 3rd, 2007 09:48 pm (UTC)
I don't think I've ever liked Yumichika so very much, but boy do I like him here in this. And Ikkaku really was asking for it, wasn't he?

Great job.
Jul. 4th, 2007 02:54 pm (UTC)
I love Yumichika so much. He doesn't get half the credit he deserves. Of course Ikkaku was asking for it. :D

Thank you!
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Jul. 4th, 2007 02:56 pm (UTC)
What nice things to say! I'm very flattered that this was able to attract your attention. Thank you for reading. :)

(Psst, I love your icon.)
Jul. 4th, 2007 08:36 pm (UTC)
I was going to ask if the wig was canon, even though I'm (almost) up to date with Bleach and know better.

That would have been embarrassing.

Regardless of the humiliation it very nearly caused me, the wig rocks. Also, this story is funny and hot ;}.

(I actually did think Yumichika was a woman for several chapters, so I found this hilarious : "Like a girl. Hard to believe you have a cock under all this." Please take it as a compliment, even though it clearly comes from someone not all that bright.)
Jul. 11th, 2007 03:49 pm (UTC)
Madarame narrows his eyes. "Madarame Ikkaku," he says. "You kicked me in the balls."

"I did!" Yumichika says happily. "That was fun."

"Don't do it again, Ayasegawa." Madarame lowers his sword.

"You may call me Yumichika."

"Ikkaku, then. You still can't kick me in the balls."

Bloody brilliant and the mental image of Ikkaku in wig is priceless. I seriously have no words for this, it's brilliant! &hearts
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