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ajremixTitle: Persuasion
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 347
Characters: Hisagi, Yumichika
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perioxidepest17, whose birthday was during my hiatus.
Summary: Some people can’t be denied. Some can’t deny them anyway.
Something poked Hisagi in the head.
He frowned but resolutely kept his eyes closed, trying to doze for a few seconds mores.
Something poked him in the head again.
Hisagi smacked at it with a growl. He only hit air.
“How rude. And all I wanted to say was hello.”
His eyes snapped open. “Yumichika.” He looked suitably repentant for his near-hit. “Sorry, I thought you were,” he couldn’t say he thought it was Ikkaku or Iba, Yumichika would get insulted (“At least I bathe daily.”), “someone else.”
Deciding to let the almost contact slide (just this once, won’t due if he starts expecting these little lapses) Yumichika sat next to the vice-captain. “Poor Shuuhei. You look tired.”
“I haven’t been getting a lot of sleep these past few days is all.”
Yumichika laughed in that sly way that made Hisagi’s chest tighten and his blood sing. “Really?” He laid his chin on Hisagi’s shoulder and the other man could smell the soft, subtle, invasive scene of Yumichika. “That’s a pity. I was planning on keeping you up tonight, too.”
All of the sudden, sleep seemed like the worst thing in the world.
“Don’t concern yourself with it.” He told Yumichika quickly (but not so much as to seem like he was being insincere, Yumichika was proud- the man was learning). “I’ve gotten less sleep. Little catnaps through the day and I’m good.”
“Oh?” When he purred his breath flowed against Hisagi’s neck. “So you don’t need me to give you that… massage?” He didn’t need to say the word ‘sensual’. Hisagi’s mind supplied it on its own.
Slowly, as if feeling his way across an ice floe, he said, “You can if you’d like. I won’t mind either way.”
With a hum, Yumichika’s hand spide-walked the other man’s arm. “Tell you what. I’ll do you if you promise to do me.”
In less than two minutes, Hisagi was out of the office, telling the third seat he was going to be out for the rest of the day. Yumichika’s laughter trailed them out of the division.
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 347
Characters: Hisagi, Yumichika
In response to:
perioxidepest17, whose birthday was during my hiatus.Summary: Some people can’t be denied. Some can’t deny them anyway.
Something poked Hisagi in the head.
He frowned but resolutely kept his eyes closed, trying to doze for a few seconds mores.
Something poked him in the head again.
Hisagi smacked at it with a growl. He only hit air.
“How rude. And all I wanted to say was hello.”
His eyes snapped open. “Yumichika.” He looked suitably repentant for his near-hit. “Sorry, I thought you were,” he couldn’t say he thought it was Ikkaku or Iba, Yumichika would get insulted (“At least I bathe daily.”), “someone else.”
Deciding to let the almost contact slide (just this once, won’t due if he starts expecting these little lapses) Yumichika sat next to the vice-captain. “Poor Shuuhei. You look tired.”
“I haven’t been getting a lot of sleep these past few days is all.”
Yumichika laughed in that sly way that made Hisagi’s chest tighten and his blood sing. “Really?” He laid his chin on Hisagi’s shoulder and the other man could smell the soft, subtle, invasive scene of Yumichika. “That’s a pity. I was planning on keeping you up tonight, too.”
All of the sudden, sleep seemed like the worst thing in the world.
“Don’t concern yourself with it.” He told Yumichika quickly (but not so much as to seem like he was being insincere, Yumichika was proud- the man was learning). “I’ve gotten less sleep. Little catnaps through the day and I’m good.”
“Oh?” When he purred his breath flowed against Hisagi’s neck. “So you don’t need me to give you that… massage?” He didn’t need to say the word ‘sensual’. Hisagi’s mind supplied it on its own.
Slowly, as if feeling his way across an ice floe, he said, “You can if you’d like. I won’t mind either way.”
With a hum, Yumichika’s hand spide-walked the other man’s arm. “Tell you what. I’ll do you if you promise to do me.”
In less than two minutes, Hisagi was out of the office, telling the third seat he was going to be out for the rest of the day. Yumichika’s laughter trailed them out of the division.
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Date: 2006-10-19 04:11 am (UTC)Best way to wake a sleeping Shuuhei. *grins* And I love that now that third seat is going to know what Shuuhei and Yumichika are off to do and is probably unable to get the image outta his head. *smirks*
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