Title: Orange

Fandom: Bleach

Rating: M, swearing and sex

Description: The reason Yumichika wears orange. The story of how Yumichika and Ikkaku met and fell for each other, as told in from their perspectives. Yaoi. M for sex and language.

Disclaimer: Bleach is created and owned by Tite Kubo, I merely pay homage to characters and a story I love.

A/N: I love this pair!

The Barn

Yumichika

I was tired of moving from place to place. Why I chose this particular dusty town I'm not sure; maybe I was just weary when I got here and haven't moved on since. I never really had a place to call home and wanted one, even if I had to hide what I was to get it.

I hadn't counted on the sheer boredom though, and how much I truly missed being touched. It wasn't like I didn't get hit on; it's just that all those women flirting with me were definitely not going to get anywhere. I flirted backed though, I enjoyed the attention and I didn't want people to get any ideas. These podunk towns and villages are always so closed minded about certain things.

One day after work I was walking by an alley and heard something. When I investigated I found two very abashed looking men quickly separating themselves from each other. I just laughed at them and walked off. To tell the truth I was kind of envious.

"Wait," one of them said as I walked away.

I stopped.

"If you…" he paused. "If you're ever bored there's a place you can go. It's at the top of Tower Hill, an abandoned barn. You can meet people there," he said vaguely.

"I don't suppose there's any details I should know?" I asked, very interested. He gave me some guidelines and I walked away more happy than I had been for several months.

Now, anonymous sex, which is what this place was offering, wasn't the type of thing that I normally liked. I like being admired and adored, the idea of being casually used isn't something that someone as beautiful as me should have to endure…on the other hand, it had been at least half a year since I had had sex, and it's not like that session was anything great.

I waited until the weekend, hoping that would give me a better chance of finding someone. I approached cautiously, a little hesitant about what I was doing. Still in the end I was in a dark barn, filtered moonlight leaking through holes in the ancient roof. I had been told that there was no talking at all. If you were waiting one of the stalls that meant that you wanted oral sex or hand jobs. In the center were bales of hay. If you wanted full on physical sex you'd wait there. That's where I made my way. I kneeled at the bale, placing my hand out, and waited. I wondered what would happen if there was no one there, or if no one wanted to have sex with me, or how long I would have to wait for someone else to show up. I could hear people around me engaging in various acts, but it's not as though I could draw anyone to me since everyone was blind in the gray light. Well, at least I could enjoy myself a little though, hearing someone across me getting active. The couple's groans grew, getting rougher, and I closed my eyes to focus on them, feeling myself get more and more aroused. I tried to ignore everything else and just focus on my growing desire. I imagine that's why I didn't feel him enter the room. I definitely felt his hand on mine though. I opened my eyes and was shocked to feel his spiritual pressure. It felt warm to me. It was so rare to feel someone with any sort of spiritual pressure out in boondocks so it seemed providential that he should come to me. His large hand felt strong on mine. My initial qualms were definitely over; between hearing the others having sex and the intimate feeling I was already getting from him, I was more than ready.

A situation like we were in doesn't allow for too many options, we merely rutted like animals; but god it was so great. I honestly couldn't remember the last time that I had had such great sex.

The next day I was absolutely glowing. I couldn't believe that I had finally found someplace that I could have a little fun in this place. I forced myself to wait a couple days before going back again. Once again, I didn't have to wait too long. It seems like there's more underground gay men in this town then I would have believed. This was obviously a different person. The sex was…good. If I had had it a week ago, I would have been ecstatic, but compared to what I had a week ago it felt a little lacking. It wasn't just the sex then, it was the person. I had to find him.

Ikkaku

In our town there's a crazy man who walks around with a duck under his arm, who he treats like a son. I mean it, he gives it better food than I give myself, wraps it up in blankets when it's cold outside, and talks to it all the time. A couple of years ago he wound up caught in a storm away from town and I let him stay the night. I'm a couple miles out to give me lots of room to work seasoning my wood and so that the noise from sawing doesn't bother anyone, so it happens sometimes that I find the occasional stranger that needs a place to stay. I found him to actually be a nice guy. His son had died while they were still fighting about something, hadn't talked for years type of thing. He had felt so bad about the whole deal that he made a vow to care for this duck like it was his son, to punish himself. So every day that people laughed at him or avoided him, he just viewed it as his just deserts. Anyways, I remember thinking after that that he was one of the more sane people I had ever met. I guess I'm kind of weird that way. I really respect people that go their own way, no matter what. I mean, even if others think you're weird, fuck them, right?

I was one of the few people this guy talked to, so one day he stopped by my carpentry workshop for a chat and told me that he had seen something weird up on Tower Hill a couple of nights ago. The old guy isn't judgmental, he didn't give a shit what was going on; he just thought it was kinda interesting. I found it a lot more interesting than he did.

I mostly sleep with women, but for me there's really nothing like the thrill of sleeping with another man. It's a little rare and hard to come by around here, although I can get away with it a little better than most being fairly secluded. Still, I wanted to check this place out. It might just be nothing, but if it was actually something, I wanted in for sure.

So I waited until the weekend and walked to the hill. I waited in the tree line for a bit, checking things out. Someone else walked up too, and stood next to me for awhile. Finally he said, "First time?"

"Uh, yeah," I replied. "Exactly what…"

He laughed and explained it to me. I really couldn't believe it. Seriously, just like walk in and bam, no strings attached sex? Why the hell hadn't I heard of this place before? I almost felt like cursing for all the time I had wasted.

I started approaching the barn when I felt him. I actually stopped walking. It was almost like a smell. I was already getting pretty excited so just feeling it was erotic. He better not be with someone else, I thought to myself fiercely. When I got inside I spotted him instantly, miraculously unclaimed and in spot of luck, in the middle circle, just begging for me to bury myself in him. He flinched slightly when I put my hand on his, but after that, everything was pure enjoyment. I found myself already cursing the constraints of this place, because there were a lot of things I wanted to do to him that I couldn't. How hadn't I found this person before I wondered, collapsed on him as we both exhausted ourselves. Then, of course, he left, and I wished that I could have at least gotten his name.

A couple of days later I was working in my shop when a lady walked in.

"Can I help you?" I asked, wiping some sweat off my face.

"I'm Mrs. Nakamura," she said.

"Oh, I have your table done. The delivery boy should be by tomorrow to pick it up and get it to your house," I replied. "You didn't need to come here."

"I'm glad I did though," she said, making eyes at me, "because otherwise I wouldn't have met you."

What is it with these housewives? Do their husbands just not sleep with them or what? She threw herself at me and we wound up having sex on her table. I wonder if she ever thinks about it at dinner while passing the salt to her husband?

I went to bed feeling pretty good about myself, but when I woke up I was lonely. It wasn't that I wanted a warm body in my bed, and it wasn't that I was horny, it was something else.

Damn it, I thought, knowing what it was that I was missing. I decided that I was going to try and find that guy.