Fic; Bleach; Yumichika/Ikkaku
Title: Not Beautiful At All
Author: black_goose
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Yumichika/Ikkaku
Word count: 500
Rating: PG-13
A/N: This takes place just after Ikkaku's first fight with the arrancar in the anime. So possible spoilers, but nothing big.
Summary: It's strange how things can be beautiful and yet not.
"Ikkaku," and when he turns his head, Yumichika kisses him.
"What the fuck?" He asks, pushing him away with his undamaged hand. "Get off me." And then, as an after-thought, "pouf."
Yumichika covers his mouth with his hand and tells him to not spew such disgusting words. "Not beautiful at all." Ikkaku curses some more but it's muffled and what he can't hear doesn't bother Yumichika.
"Besides," Yumichika says as he traces the bandages that run the length of Ikkaku's torso, "how can you make me? You're half dead." He leans down; places his mouth near Ikkaku's ear. "It's not beautiful at all."
Ikkaku snorts and then grins as he remembers the fight he has just come from. "The fight was beautiful," he insists, because while he knows nothing about beauty, he knows that it was, all fire and passion and blood.
Yumichika's mouth begins trailing down his neck, which Ikkaku takes as an agreement, and those hands are still playing with the bandages. He knows why: they are a reminder of the fight, a reminder of the blood spilled. Yumichika pulls away to give him a brilliant smile, the kind that says "I want to fuck you right now," but of course, he would never use such language. Ikkaku has merely learnt to recognise it and all that it stands for - he would have been happy to oblige, the pain merely an aphrodisiac, but Yumichika doesn't appear to want to follow up. He sits back on his chair by the side of the bed and looks into space, a thoughtful expression on his face. "You were lucky," he says after some time and Ikkaku looks at him in confusion.
"Why?" He asks, "I won." Yumichika smiles at him sadly, as if he pities him, which Ikkaku notices but does nothing about, because there's nothing to be gained personally from fighting Yumichika.
"You could have died anyway." It is said with careful indifference, calculated perfectly, just like when he was arranging funeral proceedings. Ikkaku doesn't notice, but then he never does. Ikkaku never notices that which is not spelt out for him.
Ikkaku pushes himself up further until he can sit straight upright. "We're luckier still that we found somewhere to live."
Yumichika sniffs; his nose turned up, and lets the previous subject drop. "Much as I didn't want to spend another night on the roof-" Here he pauses and mutters something that sounds like 'disgusting' - "I don't like where we've ended up."
Ikkaku laughs loudly, a sharp bark of amusement. "You just don't like the woman," he says snidely and gets hit purposely on his wounded side. He lets out a hiss of pain but his grin does not fade.
Yumichika sits on the end of the bed; he crawls up it until he is sitting in Ikkaku's lap, arms slung around his neck as his lips touch his neck, and suddenly, under the yellow glow of the streetlight outside, Ikkaku sees how jealousy can be beautiful.
Author: black_goose
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Yumichika/Ikkaku
Word count: 500
Rating: PG-13
A/N: This takes place just after Ikkaku's first fight with the arrancar in the anime. So possible spoilers, but nothing big.
Summary: It's strange how things can be beautiful and yet not.
"Ikkaku," and when he turns his head, Yumichika kisses him.
"What the fuck?" He asks, pushing him away with his undamaged hand. "Get off me." And then, as an after-thought, "pouf."
Yumichika covers his mouth with his hand and tells him to not spew such disgusting words. "Not beautiful at all." Ikkaku curses some more but it's muffled and what he can't hear doesn't bother Yumichika.
"Besides," Yumichika says as he traces the bandages that run the length of Ikkaku's torso, "how can you make me? You're half dead." He leans down; places his mouth near Ikkaku's ear. "It's not beautiful at all."
Ikkaku snorts and then grins as he remembers the fight he has just come from. "The fight was beautiful," he insists, because while he knows nothing about beauty, he knows that it was, all fire and passion and blood.
Yumichika's mouth begins trailing down his neck, which Ikkaku takes as an agreement, and those hands are still playing with the bandages. He knows why: they are a reminder of the fight, a reminder of the blood spilled. Yumichika pulls away to give him a brilliant smile, the kind that says "I want to fuck you right now," but of course, he would never use such language. Ikkaku has merely learnt to recognise it and all that it stands for - he would have been happy to oblige, the pain merely an aphrodisiac, but Yumichika doesn't appear to want to follow up. He sits back on his chair by the side of the bed and looks into space, a thoughtful expression on his face. "You were lucky," he says after some time and Ikkaku looks at him in confusion.
"Why?" He asks, "I won." Yumichika smiles at him sadly, as if he pities him, which Ikkaku notices but does nothing about, because there's nothing to be gained personally from fighting Yumichika.
"You could have died anyway." It is said with careful indifference, calculated perfectly, just like when he was arranging funeral proceedings. Ikkaku doesn't notice, but then he never does. Ikkaku never notices that which is not spelt out for him.
Ikkaku pushes himself up further until he can sit straight upright. "We're luckier still that we found somewhere to live."
Yumichika sniffs; his nose turned up, and lets the previous subject drop. "Much as I didn't want to spend another night on the roof-" Here he pauses and mutters something that sounds like 'disgusting' - "I don't like where we've ended up."
Ikkaku laughs loudly, a sharp bark of amusement. "You just don't like the woman," he says snidely and gets hit purposely on his wounded side. He lets out a hiss of pain but his grin does not fade.
Yumichika sits on the end of the bed; he crawls up it until he is sitting in Ikkaku's lap, arms slung around his neck as his lips touch his neck, and suddenly, under the yellow glow of the streetlight outside, Ikkaku sees how jealousy can be beautiful.