Bleach Drabble (471)
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471.
Title: The Start of Something New
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: ShuuheixYumichika, Ikkaku
Word Count: 894
Warning/s: No spoilers I can imagine.
Summary: Sequel to #470 (One September Night)- Shuuhei’s a hundred years behind.
Dedication: ainbthen- Once again, thank you for the paid account time!
A/N: Yes, Yumi gets two. Because he needed one for his BFF for life and now he needs one from his big schmoopy-bear cuddle pants. Leave me alone. >>
They stumbled in well past two in the morning, and by the level of noise they were making banging around in the living room Shuuhei could only imagine that they were both just a little bit drunk-Ikkaku probably more so than Yumi, if only because he didn’t carry his liquor as well as the fifth seat.
It was fine though-not like he’d been sleeping or anything.
Not that he’d been waiting up either, but you know, he just hadn’t felt like sleeping. Even if he did have work come sunup and probably needed to be conscious to lead the warm up drills.
Just… hadn’t felt like sleeping, was all. Nothing else. Definitely not vague jealousy.
He stood from where he was laying down staring up at the ceiling and got up out of bed, padded over to the door and pulled it open just in time to hear Ikkaku’s whisper-scream of “shut the fuck up, dumbass, Hisagi’s sleepin’!!”
If he’d been sleeping that definitely would’ve woken him.
“I’m awake,” Shuuhei announced, and cleared his throat as he made his presence known. With a flip of his wrist he had a light on and for a moment Ikkaku and Yumichika stood there in the middle of the living room blinking owlishly and still holding each other up. Shuuhei crossed his arms and noticed the pink flush of his lover’s skin, thin sheen of sweat, bits of dust in his hair. “Have a good night?” he asked, and Yumichika beamed back at him.
“Baby!” he greeted, and moved over so fluidly he had to be drunk. “You’re awake.”
Shuuhei smiled a bit at that, accepted the armful of Yumichika that he got when the fluid motions stopped and a head thunked against his chest. “I’m awake,” he acknowledged, and clasped his hands together at the small of the pretty shinigami’s back.
“And that’s my fuckin’ cue,” Ikkaku declared, wrinkling his nose.
“What’s your cue?” Yumi asked, and turned to blink at his friend.
“Cuddle voice. I can’t fuckin’ stand cuddle voice. I’m out. Happy birthday.”
“Thanks!” Yumichika told him, and waved as Ikkaku bumbled out the front door.
Shuuhei waited until the door was closed before he spoke again, absently maneuvering Yumichika back towards the bed so his lover could lay down. “Finished your ritual?”
“Mission complete,” the smaller death god told him, and let himself be waddled backwards into the bedroom. “We had a lovely evening.”
“Wonderful,” Shuuhei responded, not insincerely. “You think you’re far enough removed from all the excitement to get some sleep?”
Yumichika pouted. “It’s my birthday.”
“Not anymore,” the vice-captain said. “It’s already the twentieth.”
Yumi sniffed at that, imperiously. “It’s still my birthday until I have sex,” he declared, like that ought to have been obvious to Shuuhei. “My will is law today, after all.”
Shuuhei chuckled a bit at that, bit back the “your will was law yesterday,” on the tip of his tongue, mostly because he thought Yumichika was very cute drunk. The backs of his knees hit the edge of the mattress then anyway, and he let himself fold so he was sitting, pulling Yumi more comfortably into his lap as he did. “Forgive me for being presumptuous, but I don’t think you’re up for any sex right now, your highness,” he stated wryly, and buried his nose in his lover’s hair.
Yumi sighed contentedly and leaned more heavily into Shuuhei’s solid frame. “You’re probably right.”
“And work in five hours.”
“Mmmph.”
Shuuhei smiled and kissed Yumi’s temple. “Happy birthday.”
Yumichika was already asleep by then, but it had to be said regardless. Smiling ruefully to himself Shuuhei shifted the fifth seat gently in his arms and laid him down on the bed, removed his clothes and tucked him in and decided that if his highness had his way, they could just do it tomorrow morning and it would still count as birthday sex anyway.
As far as he saw it, they could make a ritual of it, or something. An addendum to go with a century past of nights like this out with Ikkaku doing god knew what to remind themselves of where they came from. Shuuhei felt stunningly new in the face of something so established in Yumichika’s life-a hundred years behind.
This was only year one for them and he had a feeling that he knew very little of anything, that he’d only thus far scratched the tip of the iceberg that was Yumichika.
For the moment.
But with the way things were going between the two of them he didn’t see the big centennial as too far off a goal to plan for at all.
Thought firmly in mind, the vice-captain lay down next to his lover then, kissed Yumichika’s forehead and watched the birthday boy sleep for a little while longer before settling down and closing his eyes himself-- the first time all night.
As he drifted off to sleep he told himself that traditions all had to start somewhere.
Yumichika and Ikkaku’s began a century earlier.
For Shuuhei, this looked like as good a place as any to begin theirs. Begin the next hundred (two hundred, five hundred, thousand, hundred thousand) years of his life.
Besides… he rather liked the sound of birthday sex ad infinitum.
If anything, it wasn’t something a guy like him could complain about.
END
EDITS PLZ.
471.
Title: The Start of Something New
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: ShuuheixYumichika, Ikkaku
Word Count: 894
Warning/s: No spoilers I can imagine.
Summary: Sequel to #470 (One September Night)- Shuuhei’s a hundred years behind.
Dedication: ainbthen- Once again, thank you for the paid account time!
A/N: Yes, Yumi gets two. Because he needed one for his BFF for life and now he needs one from his big schmoopy-bear cuddle pants. Leave me alone. >>
They stumbled in well past two in the morning, and by the level of noise they were making banging around in the living room Shuuhei could only imagine that they were both just a little bit drunk-Ikkaku probably more so than Yumi, if only because he didn’t carry his liquor as well as the fifth seat.
It was fine though-not like he’d been sleeping or anything.
Not that he’d been waiting up either, but you know, he just hadn’t felt like sleeping. Even if he did have work come sunup and probably needed to be conscious to lead the warm up drills.
Just… hadn’t felt like sleeping, was all. Nothing else. Definitely not vague jealousy.
He stood from where he was laying down staring up at the ceiling and got up out of bed, padded over to the door and pulled it open just in time to hear Ikkaku’s whisper-scream of “shut the fuck up, dumbass, Hisagi’s sleepin’!!”
If he’d been sleeping that definitely would’ve woken him.
“I’m awake,” Shuuhei announced, and cleared his throat as he made his presence known. With a flip of his wrist he had a light on and for a moment Ikkaku and Yumichika stood there in the middle of the living room blinking owlishly and still holding each other up. Shuuhei crossed his arms and noticed the pink flush of his lover’s skin, thin sheen of sweat, bits of dust in his hair. “Have a good night?” he asked, and Yumichika beamed back at him.
“Baby!” he greeted, and moved over so fluidly he had to be drunk. “You’re awake.”
Shuuhei smiled a bit at that, accepted the armful of Yumichika that he got when the fluid motions stopped and a head thunked against his chest. “I’m awake,” he acknowledged, and clasped his hands together at the small of the pretty shinigami’s back.
“And that’s my fuckin’ cue,” Ikkaku declared, wrinkling his nose.
“What’s your cue?” Yumi asked, and turned to blink at his friend.
“Cuddle voice. I can’t fuckin’ stand cuddle voice. I’m out. Happy birthday.”
“Thanks!” Yumichika told him, and waved as Ikkaku bumbled out the front door.
Shuuhei waited until the door was closed before he spoke again, absently maneuvering Yumichika back towards the bed so his lover could lay down. “Finished your ritual?”
“Mission complete,” the smaller death god told him, and let himself be waddled backwards into the bedroom. “We had a lovely evening.”
“Wonderful,” Shuuhei responded, not insincerely. “You think you’re far enough removed from all the excitement to get some sleep?”
Yumichika pouted. “It’s my birthday.”
“Not anymore,” the vice-captain said. “It’s already the twentieth.”
Yumi sniffed at that, imperiously. “It’s still my birthday until I have sex,” he declared, like that ought to have been obvious to Shuuhei. “My will is law today, after all.”
Shuuhei chuckled a bit at that, bit back the “your will was law yesterday,” on the tip of his tongue, mostly because he thought Yumichika was very cute drunk. The backs of his knees hit the edge of the mattress then anyway, and he let himself fold so he was sitting, pulling Yumi more comfortably into his lap as he did. “Forgive me for being presumptuous, but I don’t think you’re up for any sex right now, your highness,” he stated wryly, and buried his nose in his lover’s hair.
Yumi sighed contentedly and leaned more heavily into Shuuhei’s solid frame. “You’re probably right.”
“And work in five hours.”
“Mmmph.”
Shuuhei smiled and kissed Yumi’s temple. “Happy birthday.”
Yumichika was already asleep by then, but it had to be said regardless. Smiling ruefully to himself Shuuhei shifted the fifth seat gently in his arms and laid him down on the bed, removed his clothes and tucked him in and decided that if his highness had his way, they could just do it tomorrow morning and it would still count as birthday sex anyway.
As far as he saw it, they could make a ritual of it, or something. An addendum to go with a century past of nights like this out with Ikkaku doing god knew what to remind themselves of where they came from. Shuuhei felt stunningly new in the face of something so established in Yumichika’s life-a hundred years behind.
This was only year one for them and he had a feeling that he knew very little of anything, that he’d only thus far scratched the tip of the iceberg that was Yumichika.
For the moment.
But with the way things were going between the two of them he didn’t see the big centennial as too far off a goal to plan for at all.
Thought firmly in mind, the vice-captain lay down next to his lover then, kissed Yumichika’s forehead and watched the birthday boy sleep for a little while longer before settling down and closing his eyes himself-- the first time all night.
As he drifted off to sleep he told himself that traditions all had to start somewhere.
Yumichika and Ikkaku’s began a century earlier.
For Shuuhei, this looked like as good a place as any to begin theirs. Begin the next hundred (two hundred, five hundred, thousand, hundred thousand) years of his life.
Besides… he rather liked the sound of birthday sex ad infinitum.
If anything, it wasn’t something a guy like him could complain about.
END
EDITS PLZ.