Prompt: Hands are Tied

'Damn Matsumoto and her drunken lazy ways' Toushirou thinks to himself as he startes at the stacks of paperwork cluttered on his desk.

'I promised to have it done, taichou' he mimics in a scarily acurate rendition of his vice captain.

"Last time I believe anything she promises." he speaks aloud to no one.  Hoping that maybe talking would alleviate some of his frustration and magick some of the papers off his desk.

After staring at his desk for a few moments (still hoping telekinesis was an actual thing), with a sigh he goes around to sit at his desk.  Unable to help himself he takes a look at his desk calendar.  With another sigh, his opens the top drawer to get out the writing utensils simultaneously wishing one redhead to have the hangover from hell (with demons constantly hopping in her head) and trying to come up with a good excuse for the other one why he'd miss there anniversary.

Prompt:  Payback

At the swipe of Toushirou's tongue, the mental functions of one Kurosaki Ichigo pulled to a sudden halt. 

"How much more do you have left to do?" Toushirou drawls in a sexy tone that Ichigo just knows that Toushirou knows screams "sex me" in his teenage mind. 

At the silent cursing, the shorter boy refuses to hide his smirk as he looks at the stack of books surrounding his frustrated boyfriend.

Getting the blood and air to return back to the head that is above his belt,  Ichigo turns to get his loving (grumpy but usually understanding) boyfriend to understand it is important for him to finish his paper. Silently, wondering why he waited so long to get started.

At the sight of fishnet clad legs and the dog collar Toushirou's hand,  Ichigo let out (what he'll deny to the end of time) a squeak.  

"Don't you wanna play, Ichigo?"

Ichigo stared back at his report, then back at his evilly smirking boyfriend.  "You're still mad at me about the maid thing, right?"he says, trying to keep his voice steady, for once realizing the torture he routinely puts Toushirou through.




NOTE:  I really need to finish this one.  This is one of my many bunnies that seemed to commit suicide in the middle of writing it.  I'll build on it later.

Fighting Sleep

Sitting uncomfortably in his chair, Ichigo defiantly fights the pull of the bed before him. . He tries to to keep his eyes open. It feels light and his body slowly being melted into the bed. He feels the weight of his legs getting heavy and the darkness (and not the usual annoying one) coyly whispering to him to close his eyes, to rest, to do what he desperately wants to do.. Ichigo notices his breathing has unconsciously started to slow. His mind has suddenly started to slow and it drifts toward nothing but staring at the bed he refuses to lose. A large wave of drowsiness batters his newfound determination forcing another loud yawn from him. This new lethargy is too strong for him to fight.

As he feels himself falling into the abyss of sleep, a movement from the bed catches his attention.Very weakly, see green eyes stare into his own. In a very raspy voice Toushirou asks " if your still here it must have been bad."

"Yes," Ichigo said trying to work past the lump in his throat, " they were afraid you would not't last the night." There is a moment of silence at these words as Toushirou slowly closes his eyes.

After a few minutes of this, Ichigo hears a soft whisper reach his ears."Baka, come to bed."

Without hesitation, he leaves his chair and heads to the cot placed beside the bed. After laying for a moment, he sits up leans over and places a kiss on the top of his boyfriend's head. As his head rested on the pillow and the darkness of sleep overpowered him once more, he gladly let it win. For he now knew he had something to look forward to in the morning.