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Defiant [Bleach, Yumichika/Ikkaku, PG-13]
Title: Defiant
Author: misura
Rating: PG-13 for 'this is only as dirty as your mind is'-dialogue
Warnings: None.
Summary: Everything always was a contest to them. (Or, perhaps, a game.)
A/N: A drabblet. Late, of course.
Ikkaku took a quick look to make sure he wasn't about to sit down on someone's dead or unconscious body (they probably wouldn't mind so much, but Yumichika could be rather fussy about such things) and sank down with a contented grunt.
Yumichika flashed him a smile that promised great sex in about half a minute.
"Five," said Ikkaku, smugly and convinced he'd won this time. He hadn't made the mistake of watching Yumichika again, as he'd done the first few times, only he knew how fast he was, and unlike Yumichika, he saw no reason to prolong things simply because of his opponent's looks.
"Six - no, wait, make that seven," replied Yumichika, smile lingering this time.
"What?!" Ikkaku sputtered. "No way! No way you could have gone and did in seven of them! There were only about a dozen of them, and the Captain got three of them, at least." With both hands tied behind his back, too, although Ikkaku had heard him say it still hadn't been as much fun as he'd hoped.
Yumichika blinked prettily. "Whoever said I was talking about how many people I offered a chance to die beautifully?"
"What were you talking about then?" Ikkaku asked, slightly suspicious.
Yumichika leaned in closer and told him.
("Eight," said Ikkaku promptly.)
("The attempt, at the very least, will be beautiful," said Yumichika.)
Author: misura
Rating: PG-13 for 'this is only as dirty as your mind is'-dialogue
Warnings: None.
Summary: Everything always was a contest to them. (Or, perhaps, a game.)
A/N: A drabblet. Late, of course.
Ikkaku took a quick look to make sure he wasn't about to sit down on someone's dead or unconscious body (they probably wouldn't mind so much, but Yumichika could be rather fussy about such things) and sank down with a contented grunt.
Yumichika flashed him a smile that promised great sex in about half a minute.
"Five," said Ikkaku, smugly and convinced he'd won this time. He hadn't made the mistake of watching Yumichika again, as he'd done the first few times, only he knew how fast he was, and unlike Yumichika, he saw no reason to prolong things simply because of his opponent's looks.
"Six - no, wait, make that seven," replied Yumichika, smile lingering this time.
"What?!" Ikkaku sputtered. "No way! No way you could have gone and did in seven of them! There were only about a dozen of them, and the Captain got three of them, at least." With both hands tied behind his back, too, although Ikkaku had heard him say it still hadn't been as much fun as he'd hoped.
Yumichika blinked prettily. "Whoever said I was talking about how many people I offered a chance to die beautifully?"
"What were you talking about then?" Ikkaku asked, slightly suspicious.
Yumichika leaned in closer and told him.
("Eight," said Ikkaku promptly.)
("The attempt, at the very least, will be beautiful," said Yumichika.)