Christmas Baby- IchiHitsu
Merry Christmas! Mine was a bit of a bitch, but hope yours was lovely. Right now, it's 11 30, so I'm just making the deadline. *sweatdrop* Drinking all that champagne SO did not help...
SUMMARY: On Christmas, Hitsu’s stuck in the house with a broken ankle while everyone else enjoys the snow, except for Ichigo, who prefers to stay inside and cuddle his little snow prince.
WARNINGS: yaoi, fluff, possible OOC, dirty, dirty thoughts, and, at the end, full, outright naughty-naughty of the lemon variety.
NOTES: Set when Hitsugaya and Matsumoto are staying at Orihime’s in the real world. And yes, I know they do Christmas differently in Japan, but I’m not Japanese and have never even been to Japan, let alone at Christmastime, so they’re celebrating the western way, cuz…well, damn it, cuz I said so.
This is written for wiccanlily on LJ for the IchiHitsu LJ Christmas Exchange. This is gonna be posted in parts cuz it’s a huge-ass fic; thank all the fucking baking I had to do; I wrote this in a notebook while I was waiting for the batches to be done cooking. 20 mother fucking pages long, so to preserve what little sanity I have, it’s getting posted in pieces.
Also, Ichi and Hitsu are in an established relationship.
DISCLAIMER: Stands throughout the entire fic- I don’t own Bleach and am making no money off of this.
prompt used-ahem- attempted: hot chocolate and peppermint (the bunnies took it and ran amuk)
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CHRISTMAS BABY
by Neko Oni
“Give me a kiss.”
“No.”
“Aw, c’mon.”
“No.”
“Just a little peck?”
“What part of ‘N’ ‘O’ don’t you understand?”
There wasn’t even a pause before the voice cheerfully replied, “The ‘O’.”
A growl was the only response, followed by a frantic bark of, “Get the hell away from me!”
“But you’re under the mistletoe.”
“Because you’re holding it over my head, stupid ass!”
“Then give me my kiss and I’ll leave you alone.”
“Go to hell.”
“Gimme a lil peck.”
“NO!!” Hitsugaya snarled vehemently, tugging one small hand free to bat away the long arm holding a plastic ball of mistletoe above his head. He squirmed helplessly under the bigger body pinning him to the soft mattress as his wrist was caught again. He wished this was a battle involving reiatsu- then he’d have more than a fighting chance- but when it came to physical size, he was, as that stupid strawberry teasingly put it, like a damsel in distress.
The thought made him growl in annoyance and his struggles intensified, but his legs were trapped under the weight of the heavy, obnoxious moron on top of him, and his slim wrists were held captive above his head in one hand, the other hand of his assailant dangling the offending mistletoe.
“Fine.” The voice above him huffed, “If you won’t give me a kiss, then I’ll just have to take one.” He could hear the grin in the tone- his captor was far too pleased at the prospect- and his stomach tightened in a knot of dread.
Puckered lips descended towards him, and Hitsugaya snarled, baring his perfect, little white teeth, ready to snap at the offending lips. He growled in warning and pressed his head deeper into the pillow, but his attacker ignored him.
“That’s my boyfriend you’re molesting.” The two shinigamis on the bed froze; Hitsugaya’s pretty face was twisted in a feral snarl, ready to bite the lips mere inches from his own, and Matsumoto looked like a fish under arrest with her puckered lips and blue eyes wide with got-caught-with-my-hand-in-the-cookie-jar-shock.
Ichigo stared at them. He was glad to see Hitsugaya feeling better since he last saw the small taichou, but he wasn’t too pleased to catch Matsumoto molesting him. He knew the big busted fukutaichou meant no harm by it; she just liked torturing her captain, and Hitsugaya was just too adorable for anyone to keep their hands off of him. Even Orihime had gotten into the habit of glomping the frosty little icicle, though Ichigo strongly suspected that was due to Matsumoto’s bad influence. Smooching privileges, however, solely belonged to one Ichigo Kurosaki, and he’d be damned if he’d share.
Matsumoto beamed at Ichigo and released Hitsugaya, who visibly relaxed with relief, but his large, blue-green eyes glittered dangerously at her, promising future retribution. “Ah! Ichigo! Shiro-chan’s been waiting for youu!!” She ended in a loud yelp as she was pushed off the bed, landing on the floor with a loud thud. Hitsugaya sat up, smirking down at her, and Ichigo swallowed his snicker.
Matsumoto sat up, pouting. “Taichou! That was so mean! Especially after I’ve taken care of you all week-“
“Tortured me is more like it.” He snorted and crossed his arms across his slender chest.
Ichigo snickered absent-mindedly at their squabbling antics. The impulsive strawberry was not good at multi-tasking, and right now the majority of his attention was focused on his prickly little lover.
Tbc….
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I'm sorry, this is short, but I'll be posting the rest of it within the next couple days, so think of it as the gift that keeps on giving. ^^
SUMMARY: On Christmas, Hitsu’s stuck in the house with a broken ankle while everyone else enjoys the snow, except for Ichigo, who prefers to stay inside and cuddle his little snow prince.
WARNINGS: yaoi, fluff, possible OOC, dirty, dirty thoughts, and, at the end, full, outright naughty-naughty of the lemon variety.
NOTES: Set when Hitsugaya and Matsumoto are staying at Orihime’s in the real world. And yes, I know they do Christmas differently in Japan, but I’m not Japanese and have never even been to Japan, let alone at Christmastime, so they’re celebrating the western way, cuz…well, damn it, cuz I said so.
This is written for wiccanlily on LJ for the IchiHitsu LJ Christmas Exchange. This is gonna be posted in parts cuz it’s a huge-ass fic; thank all the fucking baking I had to do; I wrote this in a notebook while I was waiting for the batches to be done cooking. 20 mother fucking pages long, so to preserve what little sanity I have, it’s getting posted in pieces.
Also, Ichi and Hitsu are in an established relationship.
DISCLAIMER: Stands throughout the entire fic- I don’t own Bleach and am making no money off of this.
prompt used-ahem- attempted: hot chocolate and peppermint (the bunnies took it and ran amuk)
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CHRISTMAS BABY
by Neko Oni
“Give me a kiss.”
“No.”
“Aw, c’mon.”
“No.”
“Just a little peck?”
“What part of ‘N’ ‘O’ don’t you understand?”
There wasn’t even a pause before the voice cheerfully replied, “The ‘O’.”
A growl was the only response, followed by a frantic bark of, “Get the hell away from me!”
“But you’re under the mistletoe.”
“Because you’re holding it over my head, stupid ass!”
“Then give me my kiss and I’ll leave you alone.”
“Go to hell.”
“Gimme a lil peck.”
“NO!!” Hitsugaya snarled vehemently, tugging one small hand free to bat away the long arm holding a plastic ball of mistletoe above his head. He squirmed helplessly under the bigger body pinning him to the soft mattress as his wrist was caught again. He wished this was a battle involving reiatsu- then he’d have more than a fighting chance- but when it came to physical size, he was, as that stupid strawberry teasingly put it, like a damsel in distress.
The thought made him growl in annoyance and his struggles intensified, but his legs were trapped under the weight of the heavy, obnoxious moron on top of him, and his slim wrists were held captive above his head in one hand, the other hand of his assailant dangling the offending mistletoe.
“Fine.” The voice above him huffed, “If you won’t give me a kiss, then I’ll just have to take one.” He could hear the grin in the tone- his captor was far too pleased at the prospect- and his stomach tightened in a knot of dread.
Puckered lips descended towards him, and Hitsugaya snarled, baring his perfect, little white teeth, ready to snap at the offending lips. He growled in warning and pressed his head deeper into the pillow, but his attacker ignored him.
“That’s my boyfriend you’re molesting.” The two shinigamis on the bed froze; Hitsugaya’s pretty face was twisted in a feral snarl, ready to bite the lips mere inches from his own, and Matsumoto looked like a fish under arrest with her puckered lips and blue eyes wide with got-caught-with-my-hand-in-the-cookie-jar-shock.
Ichigo stared at them. He was glad to see Hitsugaya feeling better since he last saw the small taichou, but he wasn’t too pleased to catch Matsumoto molesting him. He knew the big busted fukutaichou meant no harm by it; she just liked torturing her captain, and Hitsugaya was just too adorable for anyone to keep their hands off of him. Even Orihime had gotten into the habit of glomping the frosty little icicle, though Ichigo strongly suspected that was due to Matsumoto’s bad influence. Smooching privileges, however, solely belonged to one Ichigo Kurosaki, and he’d be damned if he’d share.
Matsumoto beamed at Ichigo and released Hitsugaya, who visibly relaxed with relief, but his large, blue-green eyes glittered dangerously at her, promising future retribution. “Ah! Ichigo! Shiro-chan’s been waiting for youu!!” She ended in a loud yelp as she was pushed off the bed, landing on the floor with a loud thud. Hitsugaya sat up, smirking down at her, and Ichigo swallowed his snicker.
Matsumoto sat up, pouting. “Taichou! That was so mean! Especially after I’ve taken care of you all week-“
“Tortured me is more like it.” He snorted and crossed his arms across his slender chest.
Ichigo snickered absent-mindedly at their squabbling antics. The impulsive strawberry was not good at multi-tasking, and right now the majority of his attention was focused on his prickly little lover.
Tbc….
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I'm sorry, this is short, but I'll be posting the rest of it within the next couple days, so think of it as the gift that keeps on giving. ^^