Rukia ran as fast as her feet would carry her out of the main store and into the back room. Her quarry didn't care much for dealing with customers unless absolutely needed, and there was the issue of the new guy the moron she was forced to call the manager seemed to have an obsession with. The white haired male was often back here with him, stocking and such, though also because his personality didn't include being a people person.

"Cover up what do you don't want seen, guys!" she said, entering.

"Shut up, we're not naked," Toushiro informed her.

"Not for a lack of trying," Ichigo grumbled. "Whatta want, Midget?"

"Nii-san's here."

The taller male froze.

"Kurosaki, are you afraid of Kuchiki's brother?"

"He is the district manager," Rukia laughed. "It doesn't help that since we broke up Nii-sama's been trying to get Ichigo fired."

Toushiro chuckled. "Retribution, huh?"

The woman put up a girly facade. "Well, if my darling big brother doesn't defend my honor, who will?"

"You can't defend what doesn't exist," Ichigo snarled.

"Why is he here?" the shorter male asked.

"I don't know exactly," she replied, feigning innocence. "Something about payroll..."

The orange haired male paused again.

"Wait," the woman realized. "You didn't know Byakuya was my brother? When we have the same last name?" she asked Toushiro.

"I've never met him. How would I know that?"



"You hired someone without going through Nii-san? You must have death wish!"

"Yeah, yeah, and now I'm on clean up," he muttered. "And you're coming with me," he said, grabbing his lover's collar on his way out.

"Why do I have to go?"

"To charm the pants off Byakuya. Play nice, just this once."

"You'll owe me."

Ichigo didn't like the way the shorter said that, but he was desperate. "Fine, whatever."

Toushiro smirked. With that promise in mind, he approached Rukia's brother with a innocent, content facade.

"Hey, Byakuya," Ichigo grinned with a tad of nervousness.

"Kurosaki," the dark-haired man replied. "Don't even pretend you don't know why I'm here."

"Aw, he's a model employee, Byakuya," the other replied, pushing his lover in view of his supervisor.

"Toushiro Hitsugaya?" the taller man stated, surveying the other.

"Yes," was the simple reply.

"Be thankful you are not the one I need to speak to." Bykuya looked away before he saw the white haired male's bemused expression. "Kurosaki."


"A word. In back."

Rukia approached Toushiro while the two left. "Worried about him?"

"Was that your brother's code for 'assrape'?"

"... Not as far as I know."

"Then no, I'm not."

So he said, but the woman saw him slip away to the back room where her sibling had brought their manager.

"Why do you try my patience like this, Kurosaki?" the white haired male heard the newcomer asked.

"He's a great employee, why are you being an ass?"

"Because, once again, you have directly violated corportate policy and just done as you please."

"If you can give me a reason why I should fire him, go for it, but it'll be a reason that isn't because of how I hired him. He has the job now, and if you get rid of him because of me, he'd be well within his rights to sue."

"I am perfectly aware of that fact, Kurosaki. Why do you think you're the one I'm talking to and not him?"

"So what, you're gonna fire me now?"

"No. Merely remind you to stay aware of your surroundings."

"Well, thanks. Does that mean you're leaving now?"

"...For now."

Toushiro watched the district manager walk out, obviously annoyed, the he himself went to join the remaining male. "That really wasn't very nice," he told him.

"I'm not a very nice person."

"Yes, you are."

"Aw, that was sweet, Toushiro."

"Don't worry; I'm sure it won't happen again."

Ichigo chuckled, pulling the other into an unwilling hug.

"You owe me now."

"Yep," was the reply, trying to ingore how dark the shorter sounded. "When do I pay up?"

"At your apartment tonight."

"It's a date," he grinned, trying to be unbothered by the other's smug stance.



Ichigo left before Toushiro, having a few errands to do before going home. He'd forgotten about his lover's promise when he finally arrived back at his place, hands full, barely getting the key in and opening the door.

"Toushiro?" he called. Nothing. "Fucking workaholic's worse than me," he muttered. He put away the groceries he'd picked up, pulled off his shoes, then his shirt. As he entered the bedroom, he felt something stab his neck. "What the fuck?" he cursed, hand instinctively going for the spot. There was hardly any blood, but almost immediately he could feel a warm sensation growing in his abdomen. His head darted around the darkened room, looking for the source, but could find none.

He didn't see Toushiro hiding in the hallway.

"Prolly a mosquito," Ichigo decided outloud. He sat down to take off his pants and lie down awhille, but as he did so, he could feel that sensation growing and growing. It seemed to extend to his legs, ran up his arms, he was even starting to sweat. And above all, an all too familiar need was growing inside him. He had to barely touch himself to know for certain- he was hard as he'd ever been and was very much wishing his lover was around to help him relieve his sudden malady. But no matter; he was certainly not above-

"Don't you dare, Ichigo." Toushiro said nothing more, crossing the room and handcuffing him to the bedpost.

"Wha... 'Shiro, I ain't going anywhere..."

The other didn't reply, but when for the taller's hardened member, taking it in his mouth to the hilt.

"Ohhh, fuck yes..." Ichigo could feel himself climbing faster than he ever had before, getting closer and closer until... "A cockring? You fucking sadist!"

Toushiro grinned triumpantly, remaining silent, and inserted two fingers into the other's entrance.

"Oh, God!" Ichigo cried out in surprise pleasure. Hazel eyes already weary, managed to look down at the other. He wanted so much to cum it was beginning to hurt. "Oh, no...," he groaned, seeing his lover position himself. "Come on, lemme finish first," he pleaded.

Toushiro appeared to think about it, but just pushed himself inside the other. Ichigo called out soundlessly, so lost in the pain of the pleasure. The tip of his own pulsing member had semen running down the side of it, trying desperately to fully release its load.

"Dammit, Toushiro," Ichigo cussed again.

"I should do this to you more often," Toushiro finally spoke. "You're so tight; I'm not going to last long."

Ichigo barely processed the words, so focused on his own need. More fluid squirted out the tip of his burning penis, and try as he might, he couldn't force any more. Toushiro leaned forward, licking the member clean, then in one swift motion, removing the ring. Ichigo cried out horsely as he came, continuing to gasp for air when Toushiro didn't let up. He gripped the post in vain, enduring an enternity of live-wire heat until his lover finally finished as well.

"You... what the hell did you shoot me up with?" the taller panted.

"Was a mosquito."


"I think you know already."

"Y-you... shouldn't... fuck around with that stuff."

Toushiro wore what could only be described as a smile. "Remember when I told you I had to go away overnight about a week ago?"


"I was checked into a hotel, making sure it was safe."

Hazel eyes narrowed. "You shouldn't take risks like that."

"I wasn't about to take it with you."

"...That was sweet. I'm still paying you back. I'm not gonna be able to walk for a week."

"Make that a month. I'm not done with you yet."

Ichigo swallowed hard, and tried to brace himself.