Mistletoe Kisses'08 - Chapter 06
[Characters]: Ayasegawa Yumichika and Zaraki Kenpachi. Mentions of Asano Keigo and Madarame Ikkaku.
[Word Count]: 636 words
[Finished]: 16.January.2009
[Beta]: ginyanote
[Warnings]: Fluff, Crack
[Rating]: PG
[Notes]: Yumichika, Ikkaku and the bowl of Chantilly are very well explained in this chapter of last year's Mistletoe Kisses: Chantilly (it's a friend-locked entry, so let me know if you want to read it)
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite
Kenpachi was watching Ayasegawa Yumichika watch Madarame Ikkaku parade around the hall with the little human boy in tow, introducing him to their friends, bringing him drinks, and laughing together.
He noticed Ayasegawa noticed how the boy seemed entranced with Madarame, following his every word, like it was the very air he breathed. Just like Ayasegawa had done for years, up until last week.
Apparently not anymore. Ayasegawa raised his chin and looked away with a jerk of his head, hair and colourful eyelashes swishing proudly. Jealousy and stubbornness crossed his face, as his gaze found particular interest in the sweets table Yachiru had been raiding all night. The bowl of chantilly looked extremely inviting.
Kenpachi had heard of their escapade with such a bowl of whipped cream after the last Christmas party and soon enough, both Ayasegawa and Madarame were looking at each other over said bowl. The bald third seat caved first, looking back to his boy and Yumichika hardened his face and looked back to Kenpachi.
Well, it was Madarame’s loss. He’d chosen to serve as the boy’s guide, show him around town, knowing full well the boy had eyes for no one else but Madarame since they had stayed at his house in Karakura Town; knowing full well that Yumichika was a jealous lover who wouldn’t put up with it. But Madarame was stubborn and wouldn’t let anyone else show the boy around and so they had come to this. Sparked glances over bowls of whipped cream.
Yumichika in his beautiful Christmas robes, drank from his beautiful sake cup and tried to look beautifully miserable. Madarame flirted shamelessly with the boy while casting glances at his former lover.
Kenpachi laughed at their antics and decided to help Yumichika; it wasn’t often that he played or felt like playing the comprehensive taichou, but this seemed like a good opportunity to put it to practice. It could come in handy when Yachiru grew up. She was going to be a heart breaker.
“Hey, pretty boy? C’mere,” Kenpachi beckoned with his hand.
Yumichika looked around. “Pretty boy...?!”
“Beautiful, then.” Kenpachi didn’t blame him for looking confused.
“Are you talking to me, Taichou?”
“No other pretty boys around here.”
Looking in Madarame’s direction, he said, “I can see a few.”
“Yeah?! It’s you I want. C’mere.”
Still looking confused, Yumichika moved towards him.
“That’s more like it,” Kenpachi praised, as Yumichika sat in his lap.
Turning his chin up with one finger, Kenpachi pressed their lips together. He wasn’t going to force him, just offering reassurance, but Yumichika moved his lips, faintly first and then forcefully, biting his lower lip and pushing his tongue in trying to reach Kenpachi’s. He tasted sweet, of something floral he just couldn’t identify. And for moments, Kenpachi was lost in that lush warmth. Kissing back, biting and thrusting his tongue into Yumichika’s warm, tasty mouth.
When things threatened to get out of hand, he gently pushed Yumichika away. “Hey now, don’t go doing something you might regret later.”
The beautiful fifth seat nodded and cast a brief glance Madarame’s way. He looked dumbfounded, incredulous and mad, which made Yumichika’s face light up with mischievousness and he settled back into Kenpachi’s lap.
“Careful with the goods, I’m not that lollypop girl you’re used to carrying around. I’m high maintenance.”
“Oh, I know. You’re good for so much more than carrying around.” Kenpachi pulled him back against him and nuzzled his fragrant, floral neck, enjoying the rare moment.
Yumichika seemed to be regaining his old self back, when a ruckus was heard from the balcony.
A screeching, rendering sound, like a piece of flesh being torn apart, and a familiar, geometrical tear appeared in the night sky. The surge of three strong, known reiatsu soon followed.
Kenpachi grinned wildly. They were back!
January2009©MarinLiliz
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