Bleach Drabble (455)
I think I suck at this pairing now. ;_;
455.
Title: Centuries Young
Rating: PG-15
Pairing/Character/s: KyourakuxUkitake
Word Count: 663
Warning/s: No spoilers I can imagine, just fluff here. XD
Summary: Shunsui’s birthday.
Dedication: sophiap- Thanks for your bribes! And you will make a kickass Hisagi. XD
A/N: I probably should have studied instead of going off to write this, but eh. Only so much studying my brain can take before it pops. >>
Jyuushirou liked doing sweet things for Shunsui’s birthday, and often visited the other captain on his special day with homemade gifts of food and drink. He gave him small, thoughtful presents too-a nice brush to replace the one he’d ruined dunking into a full sake cup instead of his inkwell, a new hat for the one Nanao beat him with until it was flattened, a file organizer for his reports that always seem to fall out of their rightful places and end up all over the office. He always baked the other captain a cake as well, and lit it with candles so that they could celebrate properly and have a nice, sweet after-supper snack together with some good green tea.
This year the present had been an appointment book (in the hopes that Shunsui would stop being late to administrative meetings), and the cake was vanilla with chocolate icing.
They sat together out on the taller captain’s back porch after having enjoyed said cake and said tea, gazing out into the warm summer evening side-by-side and sipping sweet red wine. Ukitake smiled at Shunsui after a moment and asked how the other man felt to be another year older, imagining that they would have a nice, quiet evening together, sitting around like this and reminiscing, or just enjoying each other’s company and not speaking at all.
“Aaah, I feel as young as ever, Jyuu-chan,” Shunsui responded, winking warmly. “Looking at you right now, I feel near fifty again.”
Ukitake turned slightly pink around the ears at that-oh the things they had done when they’d been a mere fifty years old-- and smiled ruefully as he refilled Shunsui’s cup. “I see.”
On Kyouraku’s birthday, Jyuushirou liked to do nice, thoughtful things and enjoy the peace and quiet of being together. Nothing flashy, nothing grand, just… nice. Familiar.
On his birthday, Shunsui wanted to remember all the things that made it great to be alive, to be a couple of centuries young and still going strong. Blood pumping in his veins red and hot, smile threatening to split his face and all the other joys that came with living.
He knew Jyuu-chan liked his quiet, liked his peace, but on days like today Shunsui was feeling particularly amorous, particularly energized, and most importantly, particularly shameless about getting everything he wanted.
Felt like he was very near fifty again when he looked out at Jyuu-chan in this killer moonlight, really.
“Hey,” he started, and put his drink down, mid-way through it.
“Hmmm?” Ukitake asked, innocently enough, though both knew they weren’t fifty again, and that this wasn’t that same old awkward dance they’d tangoed as naïve kids with crushes.
Not so innocently then. Maybe coy.
Shunsui grinned. “Hey,” he echoed and reached forward, tugged Jyuu-chan into his lap.
“Hmmm?” Ukitake repeated, and it was definitely more coy than innocent now. “I was drinking.”
“It’s my birthday,” Shunsui murmured, and touched his forehead to Jyuushirou’s.
“Hence the cake. And the presents,” Ukitake agreed, with an overt sense of obviousness.
His eyes were amazing in the light.
“I feel like I’m fifty again,” Shunsui whispered, fingers reaching up to cup that equally amazing face.
Ukitake wrinkled his nose at that, and it was possibly the most adorable thing Kyouraku had ever seen. “I hope you don’t plan on attacking me the same way you did when we were fifty.”
Shunsui grinned. “Nah, I like to think I’ve learned a coupla things since then.”
Jyuushirou rolled his eyes then, but laughed, sweet and warm against Shunsui’s cheek. “I hope you have.”
Shunsui couldn’t keep long, calloused fingers from stroking that pale, perfect skin as he laughed right back. “Want me to show you, Jyuu-chan?”
“Happy birthday,” Jyuushirou responded, and Shunsui didn’t need any more invitation than that before he laid them both down and let himself be fifty again, but with the advantage of a couple hundred years more experience.
It was good to be young.
END
Edits plz.
455.
Title: Centuries Young
Rating: PG-15
Pairing/Character/s: KyourakuxUkitake
Word Count: 663
Warning/s: No spoilers I can imagine, just fluff here. XD
Summary: Shunsui’s birthday.
Dedication: sophiap- Thanks for your bribes! And you will make a kickass Hisagi. XD
A/N: I probably should have studied instead of going off to write this, but eh. Only so much studying my brain can take before it pops. >>
Jyuushirou liked doing sweet things for Shunsui’s birthday, and often visited the other captain on his special day with homemade gifts of food and drink. He gave him small, thoughtful presents too-a nice brush to replace the one he’d ruined dunking into a full sake cup instead of his inkwell, a new hat for the one Nanao beat him with until it was flattened, a file organizer for his reports that always seem to fall out of their rightful places and end up all over the office. He always baked the other captain a cake as well, and lit it with candles so that they could celebrate properly and have a nice, sweet after-supper snack together with some good green tea.
This year the present had been an appointment book (in the hopes that Shunsui would stop being late to administrative meetings), and the cake was vanilla with chocolate icing.
They sat together out on the taller captain’s back porch after having enjoyed said cake and said tea, gazing out into the warm summer evening side-by-side and sipping sweet red wine. Ukitake smiled at Shunsui after a moment and asked how the other man felt to be another year older, imagining that they would have a nice, quiet evening together, sitting around like this and reminiscing, or just enjoying each other’s company and not speaking at all.
“Aaah, I feel as young as ever, Jyuu-chan,” Shunsui responded, winking warmly. “Looking at you right now, I feel near fifty again.”
Ukitake turned slightly pink around the ears at that-oh the things they had done when they’d been a mere fifty years old-- and smiled ruefully as he refilled Shunsui’s cup. “I see.”
On Kyouraku’s birthday, Jyuushirou liked to do nice, thoughtful things and enjoy the peace and quiet of being together. Nothing flashy, nothing grand, just… nice. Familiar.
On his birthday, Shunsui wanted to remember all the things that made it great to be alive, to be a couple of centuries young and still going strong. Blood pumping in his veins red and hot, smile threatening to split his face and all the other joys that came with living.
He knew Jyuu-chan liked his quiet, liked his peace, but on days like today Shunsui was feeling particularly amorous, particularly energized, and most importantly, particularly shameless about getting everything he wanted.
Felt like he was very near fifty again when he looked out at Jyuu-chan in this killer moonlight, really.
“Hey,” he started, and put his drink down, mid-way through it.
“Hmmm?” Ukitake asked, innocently enough, though both knew they weren’t fifty again, and that this wasn’t that same old awkward dance they’d tangoed as naïve kids with crushes.
Not so innocently then. Maybe coy.
Shunsui grinned. “Hey,” he echoed and reached forward, tugged Jyuu-chan into his lap.
“Hmmm?” Ukitake repeated, and it was definitely more coy than innocent now. “I was drinking.”
“It’s my birthday,” Shunsui murmured, and touched his forehead to Jyuushirou’s.
“Hence the cake. And the presents,” Ukitake agreed, with an overt sense of obviousness.
His eyes were amazing in the light.
“I feel like I’m fifty again,” Shunsui whispered, fingers reaching up to cup that equally amazing face.
Ukitake wrinkled his nose at that, and it was possibly the most adorable thing Kyouraku had ever seen. “I hope you don’t plan on attacking me the same way you did when we were fifty.”
Shunsui grinned. “Nah, I like to think I’ve learned a coupla things since then.”
Jyuushirou rolled his eyes then, but laughed, sweet and warm against Shunsui’s cheek. “I hope you have.”
Shunsui couldn’t keep long, calloused fingers from stroking that pale, perfect skin as he laughed right back. “Want me to show you, Jyuu-chan?”
“Happy birthday,” Jyuushirou responded, and Shunsui didn’t need any more invitation than that before he laid them both down and let himself be fifty again, but with the advantage of a couple hundred years more experience.
It was good to be young.
END
Edits plz.