Hi there! Finally another chapter. It's slow going, but it's going ;) Once more I revisit episode 119, like last chapter, which I totally forgot to mention. It's really funny how much stuff about the two is in that one episode. I guess we'll even visit that episode one more time soon.

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Although episode 119 makes it look like Ikkaku and Renji had one hell of a long training day, logic tells me, that this can't be. By the end of that scene Renji had mastered Shikai. We know Ichigo makes this look easy, but as far as I gathered it's usually taking Shinigami years to achieve the state, let alone handle it. Also it's stated that Zabimaru gave Renji a specially hard time because of his whip-like nature that is so different from handling a sword. So, this chapter is 10 years after the last, meaning 30 years before Bleach present. And now I shut up and hope you'll enjoy.

Warnings for this chapter: exhibitionism

18. Beautiful Celebration

The unearthly cry of a Hollow tore the air of Rukongai followed by a threefold echo of its companions. They saw the group of Shinigami trying to hold their own against them and failing miserably, since they were driven back as a white, thorny tail swiped at them.

"Let's go help'em out before there's any more casualties!" Ikkaku moved his arm motioning his group of five forward.

With a last Shunpo spurt they arrived at the scene. About twenty Shinigami tried to fight the four Hollows off, but most were hurt and bleeding and seemed exhausted. Knowing the next town was close, Hisagi had been holding off the Hollow troupe's progress as best he could but these were huge Hollows and they were vicious.

"Passing through! Zaraki's Squad to the rescue! Hey, Hisagi, you should know better, man! Leave the hard jobs to the professionals!" Renji was laughing as he zoomed by Hisagi and jumped onto the next Hollow that reared its ugly head.

"What the fuck?! That little shit-head! Who the hell he thinks he is getting all cocky like that and jumping into the fray first?!" Ikkaku growled annoyed as he followed Renji. "Don't you fuckin' dare to hoard the action to yourself, dipshit," he yelled after the red-head as he jumped up to wipe his still sheathed Zanpakutou across the snout of a Hollow that had it in for him.

Following behind the two, Yumichika lead two more Shinigami onward. He shook his head. "Stop it you two. There's enough for everyone!" They were behaving like children, really. Sometimes the raven beauty had to wonder how old Ikkaku really was.

"Howl, Zabimaru!" Renji shouted out, swiping his left hand over the blade to release his Zanpakutou into Shikai form. Immediately he let the blade segments extend to hack the picks into the back of the four-legged Hollow he was fighting, ripping it open when he pulled hard to retract the segments.

Just to show Renji off and get a little fun out of the fight, Ikkaku kept Houzukimaru in his unreleased state, fighting the Hollow with sword and scabbard alone. Holding off a whipping thorn tail that aimed to smash and crush him, he stabbed at the Hollow beast's jaw at the same time laughing when he pierced through, dealing the monster a fatal blow and being the first to kill off his prey.

Hisagi, in the meantime, had reorganized his own group and was attacking one of the Hollow's. He was wielding his dreaded Kazeshini, slashing at the beast, while Yumichika was dispatching the Hollow he had trapped with his two companions.

Jumping onto his screaming and raging wounded Hollow, Renji finally hacked Zabimaru into the monster's skull, cleaving it clean open. He managed to get off right before the beast turned into spirit particles and vanished.

In the mean time, Yumichika had gone on to join Hisagi and the other Shinigami. They managed to kill the last remaining Hollow only moments after Renji had dispatched with his.

"Anyone hurt?" Ikkaku asked his team, but every member of the Eleventh had managed to survive the encounter unscathed. "Okay, people, let's help the other's get to the Fourth!"

Just about everyone from the Ninth Division had been hurt, some of them severely. Helping with the transportation of the wounded, the members of the Eleventh returned to the Gotei 13 headquarters dropping off the wounded at the Fourth Division for healing.

"You've become a pretty cocky little sucker, Renji. But you did good," Ikkaku told the tattooed red-head when they were heading back to their own division compounds. "Though I will kick your sorry little ass right back to the outer rims of Rukongai if you ever pass me by again and head into battle first," he growled out after his compliment, slapping the red-head's back of the head right under his trade-mark pineapple-tail.

Renji held up his hands in a placating manner. "Sorry! Sorry, Ikkaku. I was just so... pumped up to get to use my new skills in actual combat. Did you see it? I'm finally getting the hang of it! Zabimaru gave me a really heard time, his handling really took some getting used to. You helped me so much with that! I just couldn't help myself today and had to see how it goes."

Ikkaku grinned. "Yeah, I know the feeling."

#

The pale light of a sickle moon and pearly stars barely lit the make-shift arena below Soukyoku Hill. The dim lighting didn't matter to the two men locked in combat. To their trained eyes the body of their opponent was bathed in a bright as daylight glow that was more than enough to guide the slashes and stabs of their Zanpakutou.

Zabimaru's fangs lashed out to bear down on Ikkaku's shoulder, but the bald man evaded cleanly. The missing blade hit the boulder behind him instead, exploding half of it with the ferociousness of his attack. Ikkaku returned the favor by stabbing with the released Houzukimaru at Renji's heart. With a Shunpo step the red-head flashed out of harm's way, sacrificing a bush behind him in the process.

For half an hour their fight raged on with disastrous consequences for their surroundings. After blocking another hit, Ikkaku grinned at Renji, stopping the other one effectively in his enthusiastic tracks only with words. "Today's our last day."

Abashed, Renji dropped his guard, looking wide-eyed at his teacher and friend.

Ikkaku closed his eyes and kneaded his shoulder with one hand in a very relaxed manner. „I don't have anything left to teach you."

The red-head couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had so much yet to learn! „But I still...!"

Ikkaku cut off the protests of the younger man. „Figure the rest out on your own! Unless you wanna copy me the rest of your life." He looked at Renji darkly, making sure to get the message across that anything like that was beneath the red-head's level.

"Uh..." Renji stared at Ikkaku, processing what the man was telling him. Then he closed his eyes in satisfied defeat and turned his Zanpakutou back into its unreleased state. "I wanted to see your Bankai."

As casual as possible Ikkaku asked, "Bankai?" How the hell did Renji know?

"You can do it, can't you?" To the tattooed Shinigami it had been clear as day for a while now, how far advanced his friend was. He might not have been the sharpest Zanpakutou in Seireitei, but he recognized power when he saw it. Ikkaku gave off a feeling sometimes, that reminded him of Kuchiki Byakuya, the man he aimed to surpass. He wanted the same power, the same ability. But if he was right, then why was Ikkaku still here, still only a Third Seat in the Eleventh? "Why don't you use it? Are you hiding it?"

Ikkaku didn't feel like explaining his reasons to the younger man. He had a feeling the ambitious youngster couldn't understand them anyway. "That's my style," he just answered.

He was right on the money. Renji didn't understand how anyone would want to hide their true might. Well, except for their crazy-ass Taichou. He would never find anyone who'd dare go up against him, if he showed off his true powers from the start. Renji wasn't even sure he had ever really seen Zaraki's full power any way. "Your style?! That's ridiculous! What's the point of a style like that?" He didn't hide his confusion.

With a huff, Ikkaku looked away. "I hide it because I want to. That's all." He didn't owe this greenhorn any explanation at all. It was his decision. His alone.

He returned Houzukimaru to his unreleased state, too. "I'll tell you my name," he said then, sheathing the sword. "It's Madarame Ikkaku. Remember it."

Confused, Renji looked at the man he knew for about ten years now. The man who had trained him and helped him to reach his Shikai. Of course he knew the name of the man with whom he got drunk on a regular basis and whom he called a true friend!

"Huh?" Was all he could exclaim.

Ikkaku walked up to him, then, tipping his forefinger at Renji's chest indicating the heart. "The next time we fight, it'll be to the death. It'll be your last fight." He said these words with absolute confidence, sure he would always be the stronger man. "You should always tell your opponent your name before you beat him, as a courtesy. Someone who dies in battle should want to know who killed him," he explained the credo which any Shinigami in Zaraki's Squad lived by. He turned around then and just walked away, his Zanpakutou resting on his shoulder like usual.

Although Ikkaku couldn't see it, Renji bowed to his retreating back. "Thank you for everything!" He called after his former teacher.

#

"Hahaha, Pineapple-head and Bashi-Bashi! Ken-chan, what do you think? I don't know who I want to win!" Yachiru was perched on her usual spot on Kenpachi's shoulder, laughing excitedly.

"I don't care too much either way. Guess we'll just have to see."

The whole squad was gathered to watch the upcoming sparring match. It wasn't just any match. This would decide whether Kurebayashi could keep his sixth seat position or if Renji was the stronger Shinigami. The times when seniority decided your position in the Gotei 13 were long gone. The only thing that counted was strength. With the latest Hollow raid and Renji's steady performances in the Dojo, he had earned his right to challenge Kurebayashi.

Ikkaku and Yumichika were leaning against a wall.

"I am feeling a little like Fuku-taichou. I am not too sure whom to cheer on. Kurebayashi really helped me out when we came here, and we always worked well together. He never envied us when we surpassed him, but was really happy for us. But then again Renji has become a good friend and you trained him personally." Yumichika really was unsure on how to feel about this match.

Ikkaku just shrugged his shoulders. "The better man will win." Although he had tried to be as cool and detached as their Taichou, he just couldn't. His face split in his typical, impossibly wide grin. "And Renji's just the better man, since I pounded into him every little move he knows."

The raven-haired beauty couldn't help but smile at this comment and watched as the two men began their sparring match.

It was a drawn out contest but in the end Renji had more stamina and finally beat Kurebayashi making him admit defeat and relinquish the sixth seat to him.

"We totally need to celebrate tonight," The red-head decided, looking first at Ikkaku and then at Yumichika, hoping the raven-haired man would offer his delicious cooking ability for the occasion.

"Oh yeah, totally. Drinks are on you tonight!" Ikkaku agreed, laughing hard as Renji blanched visibly, highlighting his black tattoos even more. "You'll get a raise in pay with that promotion. Don't be so stingy!"

At least Renji had an idea that would safe him a bit on the money this night would cost him. "Why don't we head down to the World of the Living? Last time I was in New York, I found this totally cool night club." He looked at Yumichika, hoping to catch the man's interest. A whole night of drinking over there would cost him half of what it would here. "They had really good music there."

Renji's bait was swallowed up all too eagerly. Yumichika's eyes lit up. "A night club! Kaku-chaaaan, that sounds perfect! I want to go!"

Ikkaku knew he had no way to get out of this when his lover used his pet-name and his whiny begging voice. There really wasn't a reason why they shouldn't go there. It didn't matter much where they would get drunk and watching his lover dance definitely was something to look forward, too.

"If we go there, Hisagi and Kira will wanna tag along," he said with a grin then.

"Shhhii..." Renji realized Ikkaku was right and saw his first paycheck go up in smoke already.

"You only become sixth seat once in your life, Renji. We need to celebrate that accordingly!" Yumichika tried to cheer the younger man up.

#

"What the heck is she doing here?" They heard Renji exclaim exasperated when they arrived at the Senkaimon.

Matsumoto Rangiku put a hand on her hips, pouting her full lips. "Hey, I'm the one who arranged for our Gigai to be placed inconspicuously and conveniently close to the club. Or how did you plan on drinking without a Gigai?" She flipped a lock of hair back, looking smug.

Even though she had a point, everyone knew Rangiku was just here because she sniffed a chance to mooch off some free drinks. Except for Renji, though, no one really cared. She was fun to be around and everyone had a blast listening to the stories about her boy genius Taichou.

"You're all out to ruin me, right? Right?" Renji looked from one to the other and everyone just grinned or laughed.

"See? That's what you get for being ambitious!" Ikkaku wore his usual, face splitting grin. He clapped the younger man on the shoulder and urged him forward.

Using the Senkaimon, they made their way to the World of the Living where Rangiku lead them to their hidden Gigai. The Shinigami slipped into their prepared artificial bodies. While Renji and Ikkaku's Gigai were clad in simple jeans and shirts, the red-head couldn't help but whistle when he saw Rangiku's pink mini skirt with knee high white boots and sinfully low cut, light blue blouse. She would definitely not have any problems to get her drinks for free tonight.

While Renji's eyes were glued to Matsumoto's decollete, Ikkaku's were on Yumichika. His lover wore skin tight yellow pants that hugged his perfect little ass enticingly. His long sleeved shirt was the pink of his feather and the material was somehow sheer enough that his nipples and bellybutton shone through. Ikkaku had never seen anything like this in all of Seireitei. The contradictions of his lover being clothed yet still pretty much naked, turned him on and made him feel possessive and a little jealous. Everyone else would be able to see what was his.

Yumichika definitely enjoyed the desire he saw in Ikkaku's eyes. His own attention was captured by Hisagi and Kira, though. He had to stifle a fit of the giggles. Sometimes he really had to wonder how those two worked out at all. Shuuhei wore black jeans that were ripped and torn artfully, a studded belt and matching wristbands and a black fishnet shirt with a red muscle shirt underneath, showing off his impressive biceps. Kira on the other hand wore a casual white suit with a shirt that matched the blue of his eyes. They really couldn't have chosen more different outfits.

Finally they all headed into the club. Flashing colorful lights, lit a sea of moving bodies in stroboscopic images. The air was thick with smoke and sweat. The ground shook with the bass beats of the music, making Yumichika instantly sway his hips with the rhythm.

It was Saturday night and the club popular. One look confirmed that all the tables were taken. This little problem was easily taken care of, though. Yumichika sent Ikkaku, Renji and Hisagi to a table that was held by two young guys. Between a bald guy, that was grinning like the cat that ate the canary, some tattooed freak with a pineapple hair-do and another tattooed freak with an even darker air, the young men easily gave up their table running for their lives.

Laughing softly about the scaredy cats, Yumichika got himself a fruity, pinkish cocktail and something a little stronger for his lover. Kira was with him on the fruity cocktail. He knew he couldn't hold his liquor too well, so he always started out with lighter drinks, but that never changed the fact that he ended up drunk out of his mind. He also had something stronger for Hisagi and Matsumoto at his side, who carried her own cocktail and a beer for Renji.

When they all sat at their table, they toasted Renji and congratulated him on his advancement. It took only a moment after this, and Yumichika, Hisagi and Matsumoto were off to the dance floor. Neither Renji nor Kira were dancers. While Renji would only end up stepping on every ones toes, Kira was just too shy and rather liked to watch. Ikkaku on the other hand was a world-class dancer, of course, but not to this kind of music. He liked to stick to traditional Japanese dances. And anyway, if he danced here, he'd outclass everyone anyway.

So, the three of them chose their sitting positions to watch the dance floor and the swaying of the bodies while they sipped on their drinks.

As the evening wore on, Renji ended up with Matsumoto at the bar, the two of them drinking and talking, Rangiku amusing the red-head with the latest eccentrics of her little Taichou. "Can you believe he actually found my Sake stash I hid behind the books in his shelf? And what did he do? What did he do? Emptied them out in the sink!" She whined drunkenly.

"Woah, that's harsh! Don't he know tha' shits expansive?" Renji slurred abashed.

Matsumoto giggled. "Not to me it isn't. There's a certain, well-known Taichou that will provide friends gladly with another bottle, so he knows where to go, when his own stuck up, bespectacled Fuku-taichou cut him off once more."

Slightly bleary eyed Renji squinted at Matsumoto, his thinking process not up to speed anymore. "Huh? Who?"

"Pink, flowery Kimono?" Matsumoto winked and grinned.

"Huh... OH! Oh, okay. I get it. I get it!" Renji had to laugh then. It really was funny how that unfathomably strong, tall, grown-up man could let himself be bossed around by that petite, young woman.

"And anyway, I've got more stashes all over our office." Matsumoto giggled again.

Izuru and Ikkaku still watched the dance floor. Shuuhei and Yumichika only returned to their table once in a while for a short breather and a little sip before they went back to the swaying bodies. Every time he went back, more guys began to watch Yumichika. Ikkaku was torn about the situation. He knew his lover liked to bathe in the attention, but he felt like blackening every single eye that lingered a second too long on the raven beauty. He growled to himself, crossed his arms before his chest and gripped his enormous biceps.

Like Ikkaku thought, Yumichika enjoyed the gazes but even more he enjoyed the jealousy he saw in Ikkaku's eyes, when he looked at him. Even after all this time, he was still so desirable that Ikkaku didn't even want other men to look at him. This knowledge made Yumichika feel very special. He leaned into Shuuhei to whisper, or rather shout something at him. He grinned when the younger man understood and consented.

Shuuhei then looked over to the table and at his blond lover. When their eyes met, Shuuhei felt special, too. The beautiful, thoughtful, shy creature sitting there only had eyes for him. Judging by the looks he got, his lover had reached the intoxication level where he lost his usual inhibitions and his shyness. He would definitely drag the other one out to the dance floor soon, but first he would animate him a bit.

Yumichika danced closer to Hisagi and guided the younger man's arm around him. In perfect unison their bodies moved then. It was a sensual sight, that definitely caught the attention of the two men sitting at the table. Ikkaku growled deep in his throat. Of course he knew this was nothing but a game Yumichika was playing with his mind (and his body!), still he couldn't help but be effected. It was damn sexy the way his lover moved with their friend. Yumichika had turned his back to Hisagi and the two of them almost moved like lovers.

"Heyyyyy, tha's my Shu-Shu!" Izuru slurred indignant. "I'm the only one to touch him like that."

When Kira shot up to defend his rights as Hisagi's significant other, Ikkaku followed with his face-splitting grin. Usually he wasn't into this kind of music, but just for tonight he could make an exception, he decided.

"Give me back my Shu-Shu," Izuru demanded over the music filling the air, when he had reached the dancing pair.

As soon as Hisagi let go of Yumichika and stepped back, Kira was all over him. Arms wrapped around his neck, he was moving to the beat of the rhythm. With his usual shyness drowned out, he even kissed Shuuhei hungrily in front of the crowd.

Ikkaku, too, now took what was his. A strong arm wrapped around Yumichika's lower back, pulling him into a tight embrace. A possessive hand groped the smaller Shinigami's backside, pressing him against the hard evidence that his little game had played out nicely.

"If it hadn't been Hisagi, I'd have killed the guy," Ikkaku rasped into Yumichika's ear and bit it as a kind of warning.

"If it had not been Hisagi, I would not have let him touch me," Yumichika answered with a sure smile. He was confident in his own strength and sure that no guy could touch him against his wishes and he knew that Ikkaku knew this, too. "There is only you."

Violet eyes burned with love as the words were uttered. Ikkaku felt his heart swell with pride and devotion. They were together for decades, still their love burned hot and their hunger for each other seemed insatiable. One hand burying itself in Yumichika's silken strands, he kissed the smaller man deeply, plundering the mouth like he intended to plunder the body soon, his other hand moving suggestively on the backside.

With the rhythm of the music the beautiful man moved against his brawny lover. When their kiss ended, he turned around. Taking Ikkaku's hands, he guided one to his hip, the other to his chest, where the bald man easily felt a hard nub strain against the sheer, thin material, begging for attention. Yumichika moved his hips enticingly, rubbing his firm backside against Ikkaku's bulging front, making him growl, although the music drowned the sound out.

The bald man had other ways of showing his lover how good it felt. His hand on the hip gripped faster, pulling Yumichika's ass in even tighter as he nipped at the creamy neck. For a whole two songs they danced this way, Ikkaku leaving colorful marks on the soft neck, when he finally lost it.

"I so need to fuck your tight little ass right now," he rasped into Yumichika's ear, snapping his groin into the other's rear to emphasize his words.

When the smaller Shinigami's face turned, there was a grin on his face, only too reminiscent of Ikkaku's own. Eyes gleamed with desire, but their was mischief, too. "I want you to do me right here, right on the dance floor," he suggested loud enough for the other to hear him.

Ikkaku's eyes went wide. He was up for a lot of experimentation and tried to fulfill his lover's every wish, but doing it here would cause a commotion and might get the police involved. They would get into trouble with Seireitei. "It wouldn't do us any good if we got caught..."

Yumichika laughed softly. His lover had jumped to the wrong conclusion. He loved Ikkaku with all his heart, but sometimes he was a bit slow. "We'll lose the Gigai," he explained, winking. Without the Gigai, people could not see them; they would be like ghosts in their midst.

After a second, Ikkaku caught on. His eyes went wide once more, before his face split into a grin. "You're devious and smart and that idea is fuckin' hot!"

Yumichika couldn't help but squeal unmanly, as Ikkaku hoisted him a bit higher and ran with him from the dance floor (or rather moved as fast as the full club allowed). At their table Kira and Hisagi were making out like crazy. They barely noticed when the two of them dumped their Gigai in a seat.

"If you should leave early, just take 'em along," Ikkaku shouted at them, before he dragged Yumichika back to the moving bodies.

Without realizing it, people made room for the two Shinigami they couldn't see moving amongst them. The bald Shinigami steered his lover to the sidelines where a banister marked the border between dance floor and bar.

Once more the two of them started to move to the music, but this time they stripped each other while they kissed and touched. Soon, their Shinigami uniforms pooled at their feet. Unbeknownst to the dancing people around them, Ikkaku and Yumichika danced right in the middle of them, bare naked.

Ikkaku spotted one of the men that had ogled his love before when he was dancing alone. Turning his raven beauty to face the guy, he pressed against Yumichika's backside, letting his hands drift over the naked skin, touching, stroking, while the moved. Of course the man couldn't consciously see them, still Ikkaku felt some satisfaction imagining he might scar the guy subconsciously. Also it did turn him on to have so many eyes on them, while he had his way with his lover.

The hard evidence of this pressed against Yumichika's backside. Moaning, he rubbed himself against the hard flesh, arching his back. His head leaned back against Ikkaku's shoulder. Raising his arm; he reached back, taking hold of the back of the bald head. With a slight push he encouraged the other to use the wide expanse of his neck and shoulder as his playing field, as he softly scratched at the sensitive skin of Ikkaku's head.

Growling, the man did just that. Licking along the carotid artery, he then planted sucking kisses to the wet skin. He let his hands play with Yumichika's nipples, getting them hard again. Tweaking them, he could hear the groan even over the music since his ear was so close. One hand moved lower then, wrapping around the half hard cock of his lover. Ikkaku looked over the creamy shoulder at the lecherous guy. A very unhappy expression crossed the man's face then. With a wide grin the brawny Shinigami really hoped that somehow he sensed what was going on, as he brought the member to full erection with a few, fast tugs.

As fun as it was to tease the guy, the whole situation was so fucking hot, that Ikkaku's desire ran too high. He just needed to possess Yumichika. He turned them both around to face the banister.

"Bend over and show me that lovely, firm ass of yours," he demanded with a raspy voice close to Yumichika's ear.

A shiver ran all over the raven-haired Shinigami's body. To this day Ikkaku's low, sexy voice turned him on like crazy. One last time, he let him feel his short nails against the skin of his head, giving him a hungry side glance, before he stepped up to the banister. Bending over like demanded, Yumichika took hold of the top rail. He moved his ass enticingly before he spread his legs apart a bit.

Ikkaku knew that he would never tire of the sight. Yumichika was pure sex on legs. That wiggling ass just called to him. He wanted to grope it, bite it, suck it, fuck it a thousand times and thousand times more. Moving to their pile of cloths, Ikkaku rifled through it fast, to find the small tube of lube. That stuff was a very nice invention. Picking it up, he stepped up to Yumichika.

One big hand landed on the beauty's back cheek and groped it. He leaned into it, silently begging for more. Anything he could have said, would have been drowned out by the music anyhow. Right next to them, bodies moved to the rhythm of the music roaring from the speakers. Yumichika arched his back then as cool, wet fingers spread his cheeks and slicked him up. He bit his lip when two of them entered him at once. Even against the slight burning sensation, he pushed back eagerly. More, he needed more. His moans were drowned by the hammering beats.

Heat swallowed Ikkaku's fingers, gripping them like a vise. He never tired of this feeling. Eagerly, he moved his digits, scissoring them, to squeeze in a third finger. It was urgent. He needed to feel that heat enfold his cock, needed to be one with his lover. All three fingers pushed in deep and brushed Yumichika's sweet spot, making him arch and push back. Deeming the preparations done, Ikkaku's fingers left the tight channel to spread some more lube on his leaking member.

Yumichika looked at him over his shoulder then. The violet eyes glinted in the flashing disco lights. Desire seemed to flow from his every pore. Ikkaku growled and couldn't help himself. He bent over to viciously bite the fleshy, creamy ass. The scream barely reached his ears over the music. He was sure to rue this action later, but he didn't care. Sometimes he just couldn't help it, he had to mar the beautiful body, mark his territory. Soothingly he licked the angry red bruise, before he got up again.

The bite came totally unexpected. There was pain involved, but even more it was the surprise that made Yumichika scream. In a way, he could not blame Ikkaku. He sometimes felt the same, biting and scratching the other man lost in passion. It just went to show, how deeply they felt for each other. Another scream left his lips then. Without further ado Ikkaku's big cock had rammed into him, filling him to the brim. His nails clawed at the wood as he panted and tried to adjust.

Tonight Ikkaku had no mercy on him, though. There was no respite. Instantly, his lover moved in a fast, hard pace. His hips were held by the big, calloused hands, pulling him back again and again, to penetrate deep. Yumichika could do little else but hold on to the banister and moan and scream, as the burning sensations were drowned out in the rising ecstasy.

At the bar Matsumoto suddenly became very excited. She had thought about joining the crowd for a last turn on the dance floor and looked at the people. That was when she spotted Ikkaku and Yumichika going at it right in the moving sea. Her eyes were glued to the scene, at least to what she could see, when bodies parted for short moments. Her elbow nudged Renji into the side.

"You gotta see this! I've heard some rumors, but I had no idea how crazy they really are."

"Huh?" Renji was slightly bleary eyed by now. Wondering what had Matsumoto so excited, he turned around, too, looking at the dancing crowd. What was so interesting about it, that she was almost drooling? Was there some guy somewhere? That was the moment the dancers parted at the right angle for him to get the perfect view of friends. Instantly,Renji was sober. Eyes wide, it was like a gruesome accident. You didn't want to look, but you just couldn't take your eyes off of it either.

"Aaaargh! Why?! Matsumoto, why?! Are they crazy? They can't! Not here! Why?! Why did you show me?!" Renji was freaking out. Even as he finally tore his gaze off, when the dancers moved into his line of sight again, the mental image just wouldn't go away. There were things you just didn't want to know about your friends! Or see them do, for that matter!

Matsumoto laughed at Renji's reaction. It was almost more fun than watching those two guys do the nasty right in the middle of the dance floor. "Oh, calm down, spoil sport! No one sees them, anyway. Can't you feel their Reiatsu? They shed their Gigai, so no worries." Sighing, she finally tore her gaze away, too, turning back to the bar and demanding a really big, very sweet cocktail.

Ikkaku was hitting Yumichika's sweet spot again and they were both fast coming closer to the end. Wrapping his arm around his smaller lover's chest he pulled him up against him. As his other hand closed around Yumichika's weeping shaft, he kissed and bit at the slender neck. In this new position he lost a little of his momentum, but their closeness made for an even more intense sensation. Sweet moans and small cries finally reached his ear over the music as he pumped Yumichika's member in time with his snapping hips.

Moments later the raven-haired Shinigami lost himself. Screaming Ikkaku's name, he came in his hand, squeezing down on the cock that steadily rammed into him and sweeping his lover along in the storm of his orgasm. While all around them bodies moved to a fast, catchy rhythm, the two of them stood still, enjoying the bliss of their union. Ikkaku held Yumichika tight, kissing and licking the neck he had abused. He whispered words of love, that the other most likely didn't hear, but it didn't matter because the feelings came through nonetheless.

When they finally had dressed again, they went back to their table only to see it occupied by someone else. So, Hisagi and Kira had already left, presumably to have some private time of their own. The two of them definitely could not hold that against them. At least it seemed they really had taken care of their Gigai.

Ikkaku spotted the other two at the bar then. They headed over to tell them they would leave now. Without their artificial bodies they couldn't drink anymore anyway and going home to cuddle up did sound like a nice idea.

While Matsumoto grinned at them knowingly, Renji blushed almost as vivid red as his hair was and just could not meet their eyes. This in turn made Yumichika blush then. He had had absolutely no problem to do it in front of the crowd, for once they were strangers that knew nothing of him and of course they didn't see him anyway. But he had never thought that maybe one of the other's would spot them! This really was kind of embarrassing.

"Ehm... y-you go ahead... I'll stay a little longer with Rangiku..." Renji stuttered. There was no way he would go together with them. He needed at least a good night's sleep to get over what he had seen tonight! If he was able to sleep at all after this trauma!

"Y-yes, o-okay. Well, see you... and... congratulations once more," Yumichika managed to answer, before he rushed out of the club with Ikkaku.

The cool night air helped calm Yumichika down a bit. "Oh my, I... I never thought about them seeing us..." He said slightly distraught.

Ikkaku couldn't keep it in any longer. He laughed loudly and pulled the smaller man close to him, squeezing him in his strong arms. "It's not like they didn't know what we do. At least Matsumoto had her fun."

"I don't think it's funny, Ikkaku! It's embarrassing!"

The bald Shinigami turned more serious then as he leaned to Yumichika's ear. "Was it embarrassing that they saw us naked, or that my cock was rammed up your ass?" He looked into Yumichika's eyes. His usually self-confident and sure lover was pretty shaken and blushing in a very cute and enticing manner. "Don't worry. Next time I'll make sure it's your cock up my ass," he said and filled the night with barking laughter at the scandalized look he got from his lover.