More Than Slightly
Title: More Than Slightly
Pairing: Ikkaku/Yumichika
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bondage and stuff
Spoilers: Up through chapter 321
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or its characters. All characters are of age.
Note: Written for the kink meme going on over at bleach_bdsm. Come play!
More Than Slightly
Yumichika doesn't care if Ikkaku gets drunk. He doesn't mind when the boisterous 3rd Seat goes out with Renji and comes home shitfaced; doesn't mind the stumbling, the obnoxious snoring, or the complaining in the morning. No, Yumichika has no objection whatsoever to his lover's drinking.
But he does have a problem with said drinking interfering with his much-needed... quality time.
So, when Ikkaku comes home plastered for the fourth evening in a row, Yumichika feels oh-so-slightly annoyed. His violet eyes are the slightest bit narrowed as he watches the bald man stagger through the door. He makes the slightest noise of disapproval when Ikkaku doesn't bother to say hello in his rush to get to the kitchen. The slightest frown darkens his face as Ikkaku mumbles incoherently and grabs a bowl of rice.
Since he's only feeling slightly annoyed, Yumi decides to allow Ikkaku a chance to redeem himself. The bald man, however, fails to see the wonderful opportunity he's been given, and continues eating, not even bothering to wipe away the grains of rice plastered to his mouth and chin.
Now a bit more than slightly annoyed, the 5th Seat crosses his arms and leans back against the wall, giving Ikkaku one of his "you're such an idiot" looks. For a few moments, nothing happens. The only sound in the room is that of the almost obscene noises coming from Ikkaku's mouth. A muscle near Yumichika's eye twitches.
Finally, after a couple of minutes, Ikkaku looks up and notices Yumi's expression.
"Bwa?" Ikkaku says, a bit of rice dangling precariously on the edge of his lip.
Yumi doesn't speak; he just watches the rice as it abandons the 3rd Seat's lip and free-falls to the floor. "Nngh."
"Wasyousay?"
"Nn."
"Fine, den." And Ikkaku goes back to his munching.
For a moment, Yumichika thinks about calling it a night. He even turns to walk out of the room, throwing a despairing glance at Ikkaku, who is now trying to lick the last bit of rice from the bottom of the bowl. But, just as he is about to walk through the door, Yumi notices the purple hilt of Ruri-iro Kujaku.
A wicked smile creeps across his beautiful face.
In a flash, the 5th Seat grabs his zanpakutou and spins around to face Ikkaku, who is now chewing on the end of a chopstick. Marching forward, Yumi knocks the bowl and sticks out of the bald man's hands.
"Whad'ya do that fer?"
"You weren't paying attention to me."
"For fuck's sake, Yumi. I ain't in the mood."
Yumichika, now more elated than annoyed, laughs shrilly. "Oh? I suppose it's a good thing that you don't have to be in the mood for what I'm going to do to you, then."
"What're you--"
"Sakikurue, Ruri-iro Kujaku."
There's a moment of sheer chaos, in which the air seems to disappear and a blinding light erupts from the blade of Yumichika's sword.
"Ikkaku, meet Ruri-iro Kujaku. He's been dying to come out and play."
Yumi is standing quite tall, a devilish grin on his face, looking very proud as he surveys the sight before him. "Beautiful," he murmurs, stepping forward to take a closer look.
Ikkaku, now thoroughly speechless and surprisingly sober, is being held in the air by dozens and dozens of vines, which seem to have a life of their own as they slither around his torso, arms, and legs. He struggles to look up, his eyes widening as he sees the source of the vines--the zanpakutou that Yumi is now holding at his side.
"Remarkable, aren't they?" the brunet asks, his eyes sparkling as he moves a bit closer. "I could drain you of your will to live," he says, just to prove that he has the advantage, "but I don't think that will be necessary." He runs a finger across Ikkaku's jaw. "Just... a little bit..."
As he speaks, hundreds of little buds break out across the surface of the vines. Ikkaku lets out a whimper.
"Good," says Yumichika. "It seems you're feeling the effect." He taps a finger on his chin and leans back, as if trying to decide what to do next.
"Yumi, when I get out of this I'm gonna---"
"If you get out." Yumi chuckles darkly. "Ikkaku, darling, I don't think you realize just how helpless you really are." With a flick of his wrists, the vines twist and tighten. "You're not getting out unless I let you out." Smiling victoriously, he tilts his head and licks his lips. "And... I'm not sure I'm feeling very... generous."
"Get this shit off me," Ikkaku growls, trying in vain to wrench himself free.
"Tsk, tsk. Don't be so mouthy. In fact..." Yumi grins mischievously as a vine slithers up between Ikkaku's teeth, effectively gagging him. "Don't speak at all."
"Mmph..."
"Don't struggle, darling. You'll only make it worse for yourself."
"Nnnmmmph."
"Not very good at obeying, are you?" Yumi shakes his head, leaning forward to wipe a few remaining grains of rice off of Ikkaku's face. "I suppose I'll just have to make you obey..." His smile fades into something a bit more sinister as he flicks his wrist again, making the vines writhe and Ikkaku squirm. With another wave of Ruri-iro Kujaku, the vines slither under the 3rd Seat's clothing, tearing through the fabric until there's nothing left but shreds.
"Mm, that's better," Yumi murmurs, his eyes darkening with lust as he looks over the new scenery. "My, my, Ikkaku. You certainly look beautiful, tied up like that." He pauses for a moment, rolling his lips together and tilting his head. "But... I think I could do better."
Slowly, the 5th seat starts to walk around the room, humming softly under his breath. The vines begin to twist in pull in different directions, until Ikkaku is in a position that seems to limit almost all of his movement. His forearms are bound together behind his back, and then bound again to his torso. His legs are bent and bound so that his calves are touching the back of his thighs, his heels nestled at the base of his buttocks. His head is pulled back to expose the length of his throat, where his Adam's apple is bobbing under the strain of his labored breaths. And, as a finishing touch, a delicate vine is slithering its way around his cock, which is slowly becoming more and more erect.
"There," Yumi says, breathlessly, as if he's just exerted an enormous amount of energy. "Perfect."
Ikkaku grunts in objection and tries to move his legs, but stops when the vine around his arousal tightens. The next sound that slips past the gag sounds more like a muffled moan.
"Still trying to fight it?" Yumi asks, raising an eyebrow. "If you knew what's good for you, you'd come willingly." A wry smirk twitches at his lips as he leans in to whisper next to the bald man's ear. "Or perhaps you won't come at all."
The 3rd Seat has the nerve to roll his eyes.
"Feeling feisty tonight, ne?" laughs Yumichika, licking a line across the bit of Ikkaku's chest that isn't obscured by vines. "We'll see how long that lasts." With a flash of perfect teeth, he bites into Ikkaku's shoulder, eliciting another moan from the bound man.
Stepping back, Yumi shrugs out of the yukata he wears at night, giving a silent shiver as the soft silk flutters down his body. "Now, what to do..." he ponders, taking another lap around the room, running his eyes up and down Ikkaku's body. Finally coming to a decision, he drags a chair across the floor and positions it to face the vine-clad form in the middle of the room. A quick wave of Ruri-iro Kujaku makes the vines tilt in a way that ensures Ikkaku can see the chair. Sitting down, Yumi lays the sword across his knees, licking his lips as he trails his long fingers up his thighs to his arousal.
"Mmm..." He curls his fingers around his shaft - and as he does so, the vine around Ikkaku's cock tightens.
"Nngh..." His fingers twist up the length of his erection - and the vine follows suit.
"Hnn..." He wriggles on the chair and begins to stroke himself harder, watching through half-lidded eyes as the vine does the same to Ikkaku.
Soon the sound of heavy breathing is thick in the air, interrupted only by Yumichika's soft moans and Ikkaku's whimpers.
"Fuck." The brunet gasps and then bites his lip, his fingers tightening around the head of his cock. Ikkaku moans and shivers, as the vine continues mimicking the movement of Yumi's hand.
"You..." Yumichika pants, tensing and arching his back. "....not yet..." The vine slips down to the base of Ikkaku's arousal, tightening into a makeshift cock-ring. A strangled moan sounds out as the 3rd Seat struggles to show his objection to this new arrangement.
"No," says Yumi. He wets his lips, shuddering as he continues to stroke his cock. A moment later, he goes rigid, the first wave of his orgasm nearly making him fall off the chair. Another lusty moan is forced from his throat as he convulses, milky fluid dripping over his fingers and onto the floor.
And above, Ikkaku watches, still helplessly bound in mid-air.
After one last shiver of pleasure, Yumichika grasps the hilt of his zanpakutou and stands, moving in to meet the bald man face-to-face. "Want to come, Ikkaku?"
"Nnn."
"I didn't hear you..."
"Mmn!"
"Well, if you don't want to..."
"Mmnnn!"
Yumi sighs and crouches down to admire Ikkaku's cock. "That's too bad... It's such a lovely sight." He dips his head and runs his tongue along the underside of the 3rd Seat's arousal, eliciting a string of moans from above. Slowly, he swirls his tongue around the tip, savoring the way Ikkaku attempts to beg around the vine in his mouth.
"Well, I suppose it can't be helped," he says, abruptly turning away. As he stands, the little buds that had been decorating the vines start to swell, until they seem right on the verge of blooming.
And then, just as suddenly as they appeared, the vines are gone. Ikkaku falls to the floor with a loud thud, unmoving, as though still bound tight.
"I think you'll find that you're quite incapable of anything," Yumi says, moving to pick up his discarded yukata. "You'll probably be all right in the morning." He slips the garment over his shoulders and walks toward the door.
He gives Ikkaku, who looks more than slightly pissed off, one last smirk and then turns off the light. "Or... I hope so."
Pairing: Ikkaku/Yumichika
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bondage and stuff
Spoilers: Up through chapter 321
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or its characters. All characters are of age.
Note: Written for the kink meme going on over at bleach_bdsm. Come play!
More Than Slightly
Yumichika doesn't care if Ikkaku gets drunk. He doesn't mind when the boisterous 3rd Seat goes out with Renji and comes home shitfaced; doesn't mind the stumbling, the obnoxious snoring, or the complaining in the morning. No, Yumichika has no objection whatsoever to his lover's drinking.
But he does have a problem with said drinking interfering with his much-needed... quality time.
So, when Ikkaku comes home plastered for the fourth evening in a row, Yumichika feels oh-so-slightly annoyed. His violet eyes are the slightest bit narrowed as he watches the bald man stagger through the door. He makes the slightest noise of disapproval when Ikkaku doesn't bother to say hello in his rush to get to the kitchen. The slightest frown darkens his face as Ikkaku mumbles incoherently and grabs a bowl of rice.
Since he's only feeling slightly annoyed, Yumi decides to allow Ikkaku a chance to redeem himself. The bald man, however, fails to see the wonderful opportunity he's been given, and continues eating, not even bothering to wipe away the grains of rice plastered to his mouth and chin.
Now a bit more than slightly annoyed, the 5th Seat crosses his arms and leans back against the wall, giving Ikkaku one of his "you're such an idiot" looks. For a few moments, nothing happens. The only sound in the room is that of the almost obscene noises coming from Ikkaku's mouth. A muscle near Yumichika's eye twitches.
Finally, after a couple of minutes, Ikkaku looks up and notices Yumi's expression.
"Bwa?" Ikkaku says, a bit of rice dangling precariously on the edge of his lip.
Yumi doesn't speak; he just watches the rice as it abandons the 3rd Seat's lip and free-falls to the floor. "Nngh."
"Wasyousay?"
"Nn."
"Fine, den." And Ikkaku goes back to his munching.
For a moment, Yumichika thinks about calling it a night. He even turns to walk out of the room, throwing a despairing glance at Ikkaku, who is now trying to lick the last bit of rice from the bottom of the bowl. But, just as he is about to walk through the door, Yumi notices the purple hilt of Ruri-iro Kujaku.
A wicked smile creeps across his beautiful face.
In a flash, the 5th Seat grabs his zanpakutou and spins around to face Ikkaku, who is now chewing on the end of a chopstick. Marching forward, Yumi knocks the bowl and sticks out of the bald man's hands.
"Whad'ya do that fer?"
"You weren't paying attention to me."
"For fuck's sake, Yumi. I ain't in the mood."
Yumichika, now more elated than annoyed, laughs shrilly. "Oh? I suppose it's a good thing that you don't have to be in the mood for what I'm going to do to you, then."
"What're you--"
"Sakikurue, Ruri-iro Kujaku."
There's a moment of sheer chaos, in which the air seems to disappear and a blinding light erupts from the blade of Yumichika's sword.
"Ikkaku, meet Ruri-iro Kujaku. He's been dying to come out and play."
Yumi is standing quite tall, a devilish grin on his face, looking very proud as he surveys the sight before him. "Beautiful," he murmurs, stepping forward to take a closer look.
Ikkaku, now thoroughly speechless and surprisingly sober, is being held in the air by dozens and dozens of vines, which seem to have a life of their own as they slither around his torso, arms, and legs. He struggles to look up, his eyes widening as he sees the source of the vines--the zanpakutou that Yumi is now holding at his side.
"Remarkable, aren't they?" the brunet asks, his eyes sparkling as he moves a bit closer. "I could drain you of your will to live," he says, just to prove that he has the advantage, "but I don't think that will be necessary." He runs a finger across Ikkaku's jaw. "Just... a little bit..."
As he speaks, hundreds of little buds break out across the surface of the vines. Ikkaku lets out a whimper.
"Good," says Yumichika. "It seems you're feeling the effect." He taps a finger on his chin and leans back, as if trying to decide what to do next.
"Yumi, when I get out of this I'm gonna---"
"If you get out." Yumi chuckles darkly. "Ikkaku, darling, I don't think you realize just how helpless you really are." With a flick of his wrists, the vines twist and tighten. "You're not getting out unless I let you out." Smiling victoriously, he tilts his head and licks his lips. "And... I'm not sure I'm feeling very... generous."
"Get this shit off me," Ikkaku growls, trying in vain to wrench himself free.
"Tsk, tsk. Don't be so mouthy. In fact..." Yumi grins mischievously as a vine slithers up between Ikkaku's teeth, effectively gagging him. "Don't speak at all."
"Mmph..."
"Don't struggle, darling. You'll only make it worse for yourself."
"Nnnmmmph."
"Not very good at obeying, are you?" Yumi shakes his head, leaning forward to wipe a few remaining grains of rice off of Ikkaku's face. "I suppose I'll just have to make you obey..." His smile fades into something a bit more sinister as he flicks his wrist again, making the vines writhe and Ikkaku squirm. With another wave of Ruri-iro Kujaku, the vines slither under the 3rd Seat's clothing, tearing through the fabric until there's nothing left but shreds.
"Mm, that's better," Yumi murmurs, his eyes darkening with lust as he looks over the new scenery. "My, my, Ikkaku. You certainly look beautiful, tied up like that." He pauses for a moment, rolling his lips together and tilting his head. "But... I think I could do better."
Slowly, the 5th seat starts to walk around the room, humming softly under his breath. The vines begin to twist in pull in different directions, until Ikkaku is in a position that seems to limit almost all of his movement. His forearms are bound together behind his back, and then bound again to his torso. His legs are bent and bound so that his calves are touching the back of his thighs, his heels nestled at the base of his buttocks. His head is pulled back to expose the length of his throat, where his Adam's apple is bobbing under the strain of his labored breaths. And, as a finishing touch, a delicate vine is slithering its way around his cock, which is slowly becoming more and more erect.
"There," Yumi says, breathlessly, as if he's just exerted an enormous amount of energy. "Perfect."
Ikkaku grunts in objection and tries to move his legs, but stops when the vine around his arousal tightens. The next sound that slips past the gag sounds more like a muffled moan.
"Still trying to fight it?" Yumi asks, raising an eyebrow. "If you knew what's good for you, you'd come willingly." A wry smirk twitches at his lips as he leans in to whisper next to the bald man's ear. "Or perhaps you won't come at all."
The 3rd Seat has the nerve to roll his eyes.
"Feeling feisty tonight, ne?" laughs Yumichika, licking a line across the bit of Ikkaku's chest that isn't obscured by vines. "We'll see how long that lasts." With a flash of perfect teeth, he bites into Ikkaku's shoulder, eliciting another moan from the bound man.
Stepping back, Yumi shrugs out of the yukata he wears at night, giving a silent shiver as the soft silk flutters down his body. "Now, what to do..." he ponders, taking another lap around the room, running his eyes up and down Ikkaku's body. Finally coming to a decision, he drags a chair across the floor and positions it to face the vine-clad form in the middle of the room. A quick wave of Ruri-iro Kujaku makes the vines tilt in a way that ensures Ikkaku can see the chair. Sitting down, Yumi lays the sword across his knees, licking his lips as he trails his long fingers up his thighs to his arousal.
"Mmm..." He curls his fingers around his shaft - and as he does so, the vine around Ikkaku's cock tightens.
"Nngh..." His fingers twist up the length of his erection - and the vine follows suit.
"Hnn..." He wriggles on the chair and begins to stroke himself harder, watching through half-lidded eyes as the vine does the same to Ikkaku.
Soon the sound of heavy breathing is thick in the air, interrupted only by Yumichika's soft moans and Ikkaku's whimpers.
"Fuck." The brunet gasps and then bites his lip, his fingers tightening around the head of his cock. Ikkaku moans and shivers, as the vine continues mimicking the movement of Yumi's hand.
"You..." Yumichika pants, tensing and arching his back. "....not yet..." The vine slips down to the base of Ikkaku's arousal, tightening into a makeshift cock-ring. A strangled moan sounds out as the 3rd Seat struggles to show his objection to this new arrangement.
"No," says Yumi. He wets his lips, shuddering as he continues to stroke his cock. A moment later, he goes rigid, the first wave of his orgasm nearly making him fall off the chair. Another lusty moan is forced from his throat as he convulses, milky fluid dripping over his fingers and onto the floor.
And above, Ikkaku watches, still helplessly bound in mid-air.
After one last shiver of pleasure, Yumichika grasps the hilt of his zanpakutou and stands, moving in to meet the bald man face-to-face. "Want to come, Ikkaku?"
"Nnn."
"I didn't hear you..."
"Mmn!"
"Well, if you don't want to..."
"Mmnnn!"
Yumi sighs and crouches down to admire Ikkaku's cock. "That's too bad... It's such a lovely sight." He dips his head and runs his tongue along the underside of the 3rd Seat's arousal, eliciting a string of moans from above. Slowly, he swirls his tongue around the tip, savoring the way Ikkaku attempts to beg around the vine in his mouth.
"Well, I suppose it can't be helped," he says, abruptly turning away. As he stands, the little buds that had been decorating the vines start to swell, until they seem right on the verge of blooming.
And then, just as suddenly as they appeared, the vines are gone. Ikkaku falls to the floor with a loud thud, unmoving, as though still bound tight.
"I think you'll find that you're quite incapable of anything," Yumi says, moving to pick up his discarded yukata. "You'll probably be all right in the morning." He slips the garment over his shoulders and walks toward the door.
He gives Ikkaku, who looks more than slightly pissed off, one last smirk and then turns off the light. "Or... I hope so."