So I'm pretty obsessed with IkkaYumi. I cant get over how perfect they are for each other! So I decided to write a one-shot, because there are not enough IkkaYumi fanfics out there.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, although I would love to.

Please enjoy!

He wasn't sure why he had done it, or how it had happened, but somehow he'd let Ikkaku drag him to a very unseemly and wild pub. Now Yumichika sat at the end of the bar, absentmindedly playing with his cup as he looked over the crowd. Almost everyone there was drunk or getting drunk, but his cup was still full. He had no intention of drinking it all, getting drunk was very ugly, but Ikkaku had bought it for him before he had time to turn it down. It wasn't like he never drank, of course. He enjoyed a good drink every once in awhile too, but this? He wrinkled his nose at the liquid and took a tentative sip. It wasn't what he usually preferred to drink. He managed to swallow it, hoping it would dull his headache, and turned again to find Ikkaku. After a moment of searching, his eyes found him at the other end of the bar with Renji and some of the others, talking and laughing loudly. He also, it seemed, was drunk off his arse. Sighing, Yumichika stood from his seat and began to make his way to his friend, cursing himself for coming and his friend for dragging him there. As he came up to the group, Renji noticed him and grinned.

"Well, I didn't even know you were here! Where were you?" At the mention of the fifth-seats name, Ikkaku turned around.

"I was in the corner at the end of the bar." Yumichika answered dryly, glancing Ikkaku's way. "I'm leaving now, though." He said, turning to leave. "This place reeks and I'll start smelling like sweat and alcohol if I don't leave now." Ikkaku stood from his seat as the other man spoke.

"Fine, if ya wanna go that bad, we'll go." Yumichika eyed the drunk man warily.

"You can stay, if you'd like. I didn't say that 'we' were leaving." Actually, he was glad his friend was leaving with him. He was afraid that if the third-seat drank any more, he'd pass out. That would be sure to embarrass both of them.

"Yeah, whatever." Ikkaku's words were slightly slurred, but he was almost keeping it all under control. "I'm leavin' if you're leavin'." With that, he bid the others goodbye and payed for his drinks, then headed for the door. Yumichika nodded politely at the others at the bar before following Ikkaku and placing his hand on his shoulder to steady him as they walked. He had a feeling the men behind them were saying something about their relationship, but he would deal with that tomorrow. After a lot of sighing and arguing, Yumichika somehow managed to get the very drunk Ikkaku back to their squad and to their room without him passing out. But when he shut the door behind them, he barely had time to turn around before his arms were pinned to the wall and Ikkaku's lips were smashed roughly against his in a drunken kiss. It wasn't as if it wasn't enjoyable, Ikkaku was a good kisser even when he was drunk, but when his hands began to roam over Yumichika's body, he smaller man freed his hands and shoved him away.

"Ikkaku, stop!" After a moment of struggle, Yumichika n=knocked him out and Ikkaku slumped into his arms, out cold. Yumichika groaned and rubbed his head before picking up his friend and carrying him to their room. After putting him onto his futon, he turned and headed for the shower. He could still smell the pub on him and it disgusted him. Shedding his kosode and sash, he stepped into the shower and sighed with relief as he felt the water run over him. His wrists were a bit sore where Ikkaku had grabbed him, and he massaged them gently.

It wasn't like this had never happened before, Ikkaku would come back drunk and Yumichika would have to knock him out and drag him to bed. But every time it happened, he would be tempted to just see how far it would get. Of course, thinking about the consequence in the morning would make him discard the idea quickly, but he couldn't help but wonder. He knew he had feelings for his best friend. He'd known it since they started traveling together. But Ikkaku couldn't be bothered by stupid things like 'love', so the smaller man had stayed quiet, fine with being his friend. Lately, though, he was loosing his resolve. Shaking himself from his thoughts, he washed his hair and finished with the shower, then stepped out and dried off. His body was suddenly exhausted, and he barely managed to get dressed and lie down before he fell into a fitful sleep.

Yumichika woke up early the next morning and quickly dressed before Ikkaku could wake up. He took his time on his hair, though, not even facing Ikkaku after one of his drunken 'attacks' would stop him from not looking beautiful. He was relieved to see Ikkaku still sleeping when he stepped out of the bathroom, not wanting to talk to him right away. With one more glance at his sleeping best friend, he walked from their room and headed to Rangiku's place. They'd planned to meet up this morning anyways, and she would definitely listen to him talk. Surprisingly enough, whatever they talked about stayed between them. As soon as Rangiku opened her door to see him, she shook her head.

"What's wrong with you, Yumichika? You seem so down! And you have a hair out of place!" His eyes widened and his hands went to his hair.

"I do? Where!" She quickly invited him in and gave him a mirror, allowing him to fix his hair.

"So what's the deal? You never have a hair out of place." He sighed and gave her back the mirror, after he fixed his hair, of course, and shook his head.

"It's Ikkaku." At the other mans name, Rangiku sat down and gave him a sympathetic look.

"What happened this time?" She asked softly, listening with rapt attention as Yumichika began to tell her what happened.

Thank you for reading this first chapter! Reviews are very much appreciated, I would love to see what you all think of this story. Hopefully it will only be two or three chapters long, and I cant wait to upload more. Thanks again!