Older, Not Dead: #4, #17 {Shunsui/Kenpachi/Jushiro}
Title: Dearest You
Pairing: Shunsui/Kenpachi/Jushiro
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 401
Summary: Despite their shortcomings, Jushiro still loves his pair of idiot partners.
A/N: Thank you, 2HEARTS ♥. Written for prompt #4: love of ot3_100.
It's late, way past his bed time. Retsu will definitely berate him if she finds out, having told him over and over again that sleeping late and working overtime aren't good for his health. But he isn't worried in the slightest. He just wants to get home, leave everything pertaining to work back at the office. Throughout the years, he has learned to divide his attention between business and his personal life. Sometimes it's hard with his two undeniably ridiculous partners, but eventually he gets used to it. All it takes is just time and patience.
They'll be the ones to truly berate him once he returns. Jushiro knows this as he silently makes his way through the compound, stepping lightly so as not to wake the servants. He can already feel their spiritual pressure, calm and at peace, so unlike whenever they're up and about and at loggerheads with each other. An amused smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he imagines them curled up in each others' arms after a heated argument. Jushiro can watch them quarrel over the slightest of matters without ever getting bored - they make for a rather entertaining past time.
Quietly, he enters his bedroom, sliding the door close behind him with a soft click. The scent that greets him speaks volumes through the silence, boasting an eventful night with pieces of clothing scattered about the floor as solid proof. With an inward sigh and a slight shake of his head, Jushiro picks up the large pink kimono and the torn haori, the ripped obi and the long, fancy sash, folds them up, and places them in the laundry basket.
As he allows his eyes to wander over their bare bodies, admiring the way the moonlight shines upon them and outlining the contours of muscle, Jushiro peels off his own clothing. Once he's dressed in a loose, old yukata, he approaches the bed and settles himself under the covers beside Shunsui. The man has his arms wrapped around the other, who in turn seems like he's trying to escape his embrace by sleeping on the edge of the bed.
Jushiro lets himself indulge for a moment or two, just gazing at his two lovers, and then, with a smile, he brushes the hair out of their eyes and kisses them each on the forehead, whispering words of love and a gentle good night.
Title: Zaraki-chan
Pairing: Shunsui/Kenpachi/Jushiro
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 400
Summary: Shunsui should have known better than to mess with Kenpachi.
A/N: It's just me on crack. Written for prompt #17: pet names of ot3_100.
"Hey, Ukitake."
Jushiro looks up to see a grinning Kenpachi and scoots over to give him some room. He sits down heavily, with a huff of his new pipe that Shunsui so graciously gave him out of the blue, grips Jushiro's chin and steals a kiss that grazes his bottom lip. Jushiro runs a finger over his mouth, a slight frown of disapproval etched on his face as he coughs at the smoke.
"Or rather, 'Juu-chan', eh?" Kenpachi barks out a laugh at the glare Jushiro shoots his way. His fellow captain, pride seemingly more than a little hurt, smoothes down the front of his uniform and raises the tea cup to his lips, eyelids drifting to a close as though to block out Kenpachi's sneers.
"Why does that prick Kyoraku call ye that, anyway? He got a thing against me 'r somethin'?"
Jushiro rolls his eyes at Kenpachi over the rim of his tea cup. Granted, the man's one to assume such nonsense, as well as having a way with exaggeration. Throughout the years, Jushiro has grown accustomed to him, and it's only by sheer force of will that he stays in his place when Shunsui comes bounding up to them, pink kimono billowing out in a magnificent wave in his wake, calling out to him in that distasteful - Jushiro doesn't give a damn whether or not Shunsui approves of that description - nickname.
Shunsui plops himself down beside Kenpachi and drapes an arm over his shoulders, earning himself a warning growl. "Ne, Juu-chan, wanna go out for a drink?" He shakes the sake bottle in his hand, the sound of sloshing liquid enough to deepen Jushiro's frown.
"No, prick," Kenpachi pushes the bottle out of his face.
"Aw, Zaraki-chan's being all nasty today!" Shunsui poked him in the shoulder, making his way down till he was jabbing at the man's backside. "Yaaachiru-chan, are you in there?"
"What'd ye jus' call me?" Kenpachi snaps, grabbing Shunsui by the front of his uniform, only to have Jushiro dispel him while trying to contain his laughter.
"He's drunk, Zaraki, don't mind him," Jushiro reassures, absently patting away imaginary dust from his shoulders. "Sit down, have some tea."
Kenpachi raises Jushiro's cup, takes a sip, all the while glaring at Shunsui out of the corner of his eye.
He snorts. "Zaraki-chan."
And Kenpachi launches himself at the man, pipe aimed for his eye.
Pairing: Shunsui/Kenpachi/Jushiro
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 401
Summary: Despite their shortcomings, Jushiro still loves his pair of idiot partners.
A/N: Thank you, 2HEARTS ♥. Written for prompt #4: love of ot3_100.
It's late, way past his bed time. Retsu will definitely berate him if she finds out, having told him over and over again that sleeping late and working overtime aren't good for his health. But he isn't worried in the slightest. He just wants to get home, leave everything pertaining to work back at the office. Throughout the years, he has learned to divide his attention between business and his personal life. Sometimes it's hard with his two undeniably ridiculous partners, but eventually he gets used to it. All it takes is just time and patience.
They'll be the ones to truly berate him once he returns. Jushiro knows this as he silently makes his way through the compound, stepping lightly so as not to wake the servants. He can already feel their spiritual pressure, calm and at peace, so unlike whenever they're up and about and at loggerheads with each other. An amused smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he imagines them curled up in each others' arms after a heated argument. Jushiro can watch them quarrel over the slightest of matters without ever getting bored - they make for a rather entertaining past time.
Quietly, he enters his bedroom, sliding the door close behind him with a soft click. The scent that greets him speaks volumes through the silence, boasting an eventful night with pieces of clothing scattered about the floor as solid proof. With an inward sigh and a slight shake of his head, Jushiro picks up the large pink kimono and the torn haori, the ripped obi and the long, fancy sash, folds them up, and places them in the laundry basket.
As he allows his eyes to wander over their bare bodies, admiring the way the moonlight shines upon them and outlining the contours of muscle, Jushiro peels off his own clothing. Once he's dressed in a loose, old yukata, he approaches the bed and settles himself under the covers beside Shunsui. The man has his arms wrapped around the other, who in turn seems like he's trying to escape his embrace by sleeping on the edge of the bed.
Jushiro lets himself indulge for a moment or two, just gazing at his two lovers, and then, with a smile, he brushes the hair out of their eyes and kisses them each on the forehead, whispering words of love and a gentle good night.
Title: Zaraki-chan
Pairing: Shunsui/Kenpachi/Jushiro
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 400
Summary: Shunsui should have known better than to mess with Kenpachi.
A/N: It's just me on crack. Written for prompt #17: pet names of ot3_100.
"Hey, Ukitake."
Jushiro looks up to see a grinning Kenpachi and scoots over to give him some room. He sits down heavily, with a huff of his new pipe that Shunsui so graciously gave him out of the blue, grips Jushiro's chin and steals a kiss that grazes his bottom lip. Jushiro runs a finger over his mouth, a slight frown of disapproval etched on his face as he coughs at the smoke.
"Or rather, 'Juu-chan', eh?" Kenpachi barks out a laugh at the glare Jushiro shoots his way. His fellow captain, pride seemingly more than a little hurt, smoothes down the front of his uniform and raises the tea cup to his lips, eyelids drifting to a close as though to block out Kenpachi's sneers.
"Why does that prick Kyoraku call ye that, anyway? He got a thing against me 'r somethin'?"
Jushiro rolls his eyes at Kenpachi over the rim of his tea cup. Granted, the man's one to assume such nonsense, as well as having a way with exaggeration. Throughout the years, Jushiro has grown accustomed to him, and it's only by sheer force of will that he stays in his place when Shunsui comes bounding up to them, pink kimono billowing out in a magnificent wave in his wake, calling out to him in that distasteful - Jushiro doesn't give a damn whether or not Shunsui approves of that description - nickname.
Shunsui plops himself down beside Kenpachi and drapes an arm over his shoulders, earning himself a warning growl. "Ne, Juu-chan, wanna go out for a drink?" He shakes the sake bottle in his hand, the sound of sloshing liquid enough to deepen Jushiro's frown.
"No, prick," Kenpachi pushes the bottle out of his face.
"Aw, Zaraki-chan's being all nasty today!" Shunsui poked him in the shoulder, making his way down till he was jabbing at the man's backside. "Yaaachiru-chan, are you in there?"
"What'd ye jus' call me?" Kenpachi snaps, grabbing Shunsui by the front of his uniform, only to have Jushiro dispel him while trying to contain his laughter.
"He's drunk, Zaraki, don't mind him," Jushiro reassures, absently patting away imaginary dust from his shoulders. "Sit down, have some tea."
Kenpachi raises Jushiro's cup, takes a sip, all the while glaring at Shunsui out of the corner of his eye.
He snorts. "Zaraki-chan."
And Kenpachi launches himself at the man, pipe aimed for his eye.