This is my first time trying to write a more 'badass' Toshiro since someone suggested in a review from All Star Productions that they'd like to see Toshiro assert himself a bit more, I still think I write the cute Toshiro better but here we go I'm giving it a try!

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The plane tilted to the left and the castle home could easily be seen even from this high up. The plane itself however was landing in the small town that looked like it was a good 20 or 30 minute drive from the castle that was due to become his new home for the rest of the summer. Yukio sighed and sat back in the chair as he rubbed a hand over his face, slipping it up under the messy blond spikes that decorated half the left side of his features and obscuring his left eye entirely. He put his table up and kicked his bag back under his seat after depositing his game consol into the pouch. He leaned back on the chair lowering his newsboy cap further down as the flight attendant walked by ensuring everyone was ready for their landing.

He was on his way to that little castle, it might look luxurious and sophisticated but it was actually his parents place, they were renting it out to a group of students each summer to run their own business a holiday rep business. As such the atmosphere of the once empty place would be alive with college and university students getting drunk, groaning under bed sheets and doing everything within their power to burn themselves out before returning to their studies.

He sighed, he wasn't sure if his parents sending him here was a punishment or a hint for him to burn himself out too. He'd gained his lifeguard qualification last year since he'd not had much else to do, but besides doing that one constructive thing most of his time had been taken up by trying to do everything within his power to get his parents attention. From the tender age of 13 he'd taken up street dance and parkour, broken several bones and ended up in hospital, it annoyed him how little they actually had cared and how the staff of their mansion had come to sit by his bed more than they ever did. He'd gone on to try a number of other rebellious acts including drugs – that didn't last long – drinking himself silly which again he didn't like and breaking and entering. Now that had been fun, breaking into abandoned buildings was easy enough with his parkour skills, most places only boarded up the downstairs windows naturally assuming no one would be able to reach the second floor. It was easy for him, just a jutting brick, a low hanging tree branch or even a decent pipeline and he could find himself into any building. His parents had tried to stop his reckless actions but they'd eventually given up when they realised locking him in his room wouldn't halt any devious behaviour, finally they'd made the decision to send him here to work for the summer.

He didn't care, it's not like he ever got to see them anyway, and a summer here would probably be better spent than a summer back at home and the Captain in charge of the rep group had expressed concerns over the lack of a lifeguard for the giant heated indoor pool. So here he was. Tah dah.

The plane descended and he soon found himself pulling his luggage down from the over hanger, it was a large duffle bag that he could carry with ease himself, despite being brought up with servants he had actually saw them all as friends because of how close they'd grown, he liked to do things himself and rarely relied on them for anything unless he was sick. The plane had taken a good few hours and he was glad for the loose fitting blue jeans and plain white t shirt he'd worn, it was comfortable enough to survive a plane ride in. He'd refused to fly first class and the servants didn't bother trying to argue with him, he'd been fine growing up on his own and he hated to be pampered.

He followed the crowed out through security and looked around the crowed of people. Apparently the reps were arranging for his pick up, but he had no idea what they looked like, so he was surprised to see a tall woman with rather large breasts and long strawberry blond hair who was basically any straight mans walking wet dream holding a sign with his name on it. He walked towards her and gave her a pleasant smile, he figured why not make some friends while he was here? He was sure his parents would love to know he'd made friends with a group of rowdy young adults.

'Hello there!' She basically yipped, bobbing up and down like an excited puppy with playfully large round baby blue eyes lapping across him. 'Oh my god you're adorable, you're not what I expected at all.' She ditched the sign in a nearby plant pot much to his amusement and wrapped an arm around him, pulling him into a hug. He jerked his head up to try and avoid her massive bust but too late… it was like watching a pseudopod engulfing a living organism as his blond head disappeared inside the bust and he pushed back to tear his head away, gulping deep breaths of air once he was free.

'Dear god they're deadly,' he gasped as he took a deep breath before glaring at the mountains.

'I know,' she giggled as she watched him curiously, 'I'm Rangiku, I'm in charge of getting the men to take part in things they normally wouldn't,' she laughed and he felt heat creep into his cheeks.

'I wonder why?' he asked sarcastically and she peered at him curiously again.

'So you've been rather unaffected by my charms so far,' she smiled as she continued to stare playfully at him. They were walking out of the airport now and towards the multi story car park.

'You're not quite my type,' he said suggestively and she caught on right away.

'Don't worry of our crew we've a few gay men, three to be exact, so you'll fit right in.' She chuckled as she led him towards a large black Toyota RV 4.

She was amusing and very bubbly, very full on and didn't seem shy at all in asking any personal questions. Normally such forwardness would leave Yukio feeling uncomfortable but that wasn't why he'd come out, he hadn't come out to feel uncomfortable he'd come out to get a break away from everything else he had going on in his life.

'So the clients arrive tomorrow and Toshiro is in a crabby mood, Toshiro is our Captain of our little gang of reps he actually prefers to get called Captain like a cocky little son of a bitch, but I ignore him, best to stay away from him for just now, if you can.' She looked at him with a broad grin.

'What do you mean "if I can"?' he asked frowning as he turned to her, god he wished she'd keep her eyes on the road instead of on him.

'Well he's very attractive, a lot of the reps are to be honest but tell me, when you first saw me did you think I was a straight mans dream?' He laughed at the forwardness of the question, it was like she had read his mind.

'Yes I did,' he nodded as he turned forward to gaze ahead at where they were driving.

'You'd be right, well as much as I am that, Toshiro is literally every gay mans dream, yet not the kind of person you'd probably describe if I asked you right now what your idea of your ideal man would be.' She waved a finger at him as she spoke and he blinked dumbly.

'My idea of an ideal man… probably tall and well built,' he chuckled and she grinned at him.

'Yeah, and yet Toshiro being the opposite of that will still have you feeling uncomfortable, unless you prefer Ichigo he's pretty hot but he's also very taken, his boyfriend is long distance though.'

'I didn't come here to get in bed with any of you,' Yukio laughed as he shook his head, though he did find some of what she said rather interesting.

'No? Why else would you come? If it were me and I needed a blow out, I'd come somewhere like this to drink myself silly and have as much sex as I could.'

He pressed himself back into the car seat, he couldn't believe he was having this kind of a conversation with someone he'd just met but what bugged him the most was, he was kind of enjoying it. He could never openly talk like this to the servants or his parents and it seemed he'd been missing it.

'Maybe you're right, my blow outs tend to be a bit more… exertive and less about the alcohol.'

'So just the sex?'

'Dancing,' he shrugged his shoulders and she glanced at him with a playful smirk.

'Parents send you to ballet when you were a boy?' She teased as she turned the car down a long road with a canopy of trees above them. He chuckled and brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck.

'Something like that yeah,' he laughed and she giggled.

'Well that will be interesting to watch,' she mused, they spent the rest of the drive up in moderate silence as Yukio marvelled at the beautiful grounds. There was a shuttle bus that would drop off any guests to the end of the road they were now travelling up and it was a short walk to the castle like property. It wasn't a massive castle, it was more a castle home and he knew it boasted a couple of large halls, a library and well over 50 rooms and living quarters. There was a massive kitchen as well but he knew that there was separate catering staff that handled the cooking needs for the castle, staff and guests.

Rangiku pulled her car up in the outside parking grounds besides a couple of other vehicles and stepped out, Yukio walked around the back of the car and pulled his duffle bag out and glanced up at the large property. The last time he'd been here he'd been 9 years old, who knew he'd be revisiting this place 12 years later. He followed Rangiku as she led him up to the large oak front doors and inside to the entrance hall. Instantly he could see the effects the students had had on the place, even though the paintings and artwork were still on the walls there was a liveliness in the atmosphere of the quarters. The second and third floors up were where the bedrooms were but the ground floor was where the bar and dance rooms were. From the entrance hall he left his bags for Rangiku to give him a tour and she led him quickly to the left and away from the massive stair case that was facing the front entrance of the door.

'This front room here,' she pushed a set of double doors open and it opened to a giant hall that had been kitted out with a large bar at the back. Booths and tables had been placed around with a large area set aside for dancing, there were smoke machines and a DJ desk that had been set up and Yukio noticed that some of the booths they'd had installed were somewhat secluded and hidden away. Like they were inviting people to try and do naughty stuff they shouldn't.

'These booths… have you ever had anyone… get caught?' He asked his subjective question turning to raise a blond eyebrow at the woman and she giggled.

'Oh all the time, we've put those hangings up over them for a reason, literally some couples just end up fucking in them when they get drunk enough.'

'Classy,' he chuckled as he ducked out from under some of the hangings. Rangiku then led him out of the room and further down the hall into a room at the back.

'Through here are the changing rooms that are the only entrance into and out of the pool, it took a bit of money to split them into male and female because last year we were just getting sick of cleaning up the mess.' She sighed and wrinkled her nose at the memory. They walked through the male changing rooms and out towards the pool, it was large and more than just your regular rectangle shape, it was long with steps leading down to a shallow end but opened up and became rounded at the very top. There was a single diving board and to the left connecting the pool was a large circular Jacuzzi, he spotted the life guard chair that was centred in the middle facing out over the entire pool room and to the far back walls were a sauna and steam room. The tour continued and he was guided to the hall that was laid out with all manners of tables and served as a canteen, the staff wouldn't arrive until the next day when the guests would actually arrive. They wouldn't stay in the castle like him and the other reps and instead lived local in the town and would commute to their place of work, changing up the shifts. The library was almost untouched, except it seemed that someone with a sense of humour thought it would be a good idea to hang a random hammock between two of the giant pillars. The insane thing was that the brown mesh netting didn't look out of place among the large oak shelves.

The basement consisted of a laundry room for staff use only, guests would normally only stay a week and wear the clothes they had packed just like they would at a hotel. There was another room that had been turned into a cinema room with large recliner chairs and a massive television where a new movie would be shown every Monday night and Wednesday night, there was also a gym room for guests and staff and a large living room area with loads of comfortable looking sofas and a large marble fireplace.
When he walked into this room, pretty much everyone had congregated and smiled at him as he entered. He suddenly felt a bit self conscious with so many eyes peering curiously at him.

'Everyone this is Yukio,' Rangiku smiled and a lot of them nodded their hellos and eyed him with mild looks of surprise. 'Yukio this is Tatsuki,' she gestured towards a tall girl with short spiky dark hair who looked like she was ready to drop kick anyone into next week. 'She's one of our bar tenders and doubles as a security guard so if you need anyone thrown out speak to her,' Yukio smiled warmly at her and was surprised to receive a smile in return. 'This is Shuhei, he's here to help us get the crowds going, he helps with DJ duties and other bits and pieces.' The gentleman in question had a large tattoo on his face and Yukio tried his best not to stare at the peculiarity. 'This is Izuru who's in charge of money and finances, if we need anything ordered or sorted he's our man, he's kind of like the second in charge.' The blond haired man who looked rather shy and gentle smiled kindly at Yukio and he returned the gesture. 'This is Rukia, she's our other bar tender, this is Renji her partner he helps behind the bar. Then that's Ichigo,' he turned from the unusual pairing to the tall strawberry blond at the back of the room. He was incredibly handsome and he saw now what Rangiku meant, it was a pity he was taken. 'He's our main DJ, when he's not around or needs a break Toshiro usually takes over.'

'That's Hitsugaya,' came a cool voice from behind them and Yukio whipped around and felt his draw drop. He shouldn't stare and yet he couldn't help himself. The short man was actually stunning like seriously, breath takingly, masturbatingly, blow your load just looking at him stunning.

White hair flared back into unkempt and rough looking sexy spikes, one long strand coming down over his face to tickle the side of his cheek and cover the side of beautiful large teal eyes. Flawless white skin stretched over high cheekbones and down to a pointed chin, Yukio thought the boy almost had a Twilight – Vampire like feel to him if it had not been for those beautifully soft pink lips which proved there was still blood pumping through his veins. His eyes were shrouded in a veil of thick black eyelashes which only helped in making his eyes look wider in stark contrast to his hair. He wore a pair of tight black jeans and a plain black t shirt with a white leather jacket.

'Or Captain,' one of the other members of the group called and there were a few chuckles that Toshiro silenced with a stare. Rangiku was right, Yukio would never have described the short man as his type in any way and yet here he was trying to contain all the drool in his own mouth. He quickly averted his eyes and met Rangiku's baby blue and she looked almost gleeful at his reaction. He narrowed his only seeing eye at her and she just grinned even more broadly.

'Lets set a couple of ground rules here, your parents may own this place but I'm in charge, we don't know you yet or know what to expect from you but any slacking off and you'll answer to me.' Yukio turned back to him and quickly tried to shove the thoughts out of his head that being punished by this beauty may be fun.

'Yes sir,' he responded and watched as the boys' lips stretched into a thin line, his eyes narrowing. Toshiro removed himself from the back wall and left the room but not before Yukio got a cheeky view of his ass as he left. It had looked tightly packed into those jeans and literally left nothing to the imagination. He bit down harshly on the inside of his cheek to stop himself from blushing as he turned back towards Rangiku who was still grinning at him.

'Is he always so…?'

'Cold?'

'Distant?'

'Unimpressed?'

Everyone in the room seemed to be tossing adjectives his way and he blinked and nodded at them all.

'Yeah he is,' Rangiku chuckled as she turned towards the rest of the room, 'who knows someone may warm him up some day,' he felt like there was something suggestive in her tone and he narrowed his eye again at her.

'Anyway tomorrow the guests will be here so we've all got work to do.' Izuru said as he stood up but not before reaching out to shake hands with Yukio who was surprised by the odd formality.

Everyone else in the room began to disperse and Yukio prayed he'd remember everyones names and not get them confused.

'I'll show you to your room then,' Rangiku chimed as they walked back towards the main entrance hall where he'd left his bags. He picked them up and followed behind Rangiku. Turned out his room was right next door to hers. The staff all stayed at the furthest corner at the top of the building to keep themselves secluded away from the guests as much as possible. His room was large and had a massive four poster bed with a large window, couch, TV and his own private bathroom.

He spent the better part of his time unpacking his suitcase and fitting clothes into the wardrobe and chest of drawers while Rangiku sat upon his bed. She'd offered to help but he'd declined, he liked the girl but he wasn't sure if he was quite ready for her to touch his underwear and other personal belongings quite yet.

'Last year was a hoot, Renji and Rukia hooked up drunk and both tried to play it off as if it were a one night thing but they both had feelings for each other. Rukia doesn't open up to anyone not even me but Renji and Ichigo are very good friends and Ichigo convinced him to finally talk to Rukia and that's when they got together.' She was holding up her fingers and counting down the incidents they'd been having. 'Before that Rukia kissed Izuru and that was about as wild as he ever got, before Ichigo got with his boyfriend we found him in bed with Shuhei which is strange because that man still tries to convince everyone he's straight and has slept with a bunch of women since then to prove it, he's even slept with me.' She frowned at the memory and bit her lip as Yukio turned to watch her.

'Do you like him?' he asked genuinely curious as he studied her features. She lifted her shoulders and dropped them quickly, it didn't seem convincing at all.

'Little bit yeah,' she mumbled and held up a finger to point at him, 'but don't tell anyone that.'

Yukio held up his hands with his palms facing out to show he didn't plan on doing any such thing.

'Wouldn't dream of it,' he smiled and turned back towards the dresser where he'd just hung up a bunch of his loose fitting shirts. He didn't even hear her as she slipped off the bed and appeared very suddenly behind him and he jumped when she spoke in his ear.

'My god we need to take you shopping do you only own baggy clothing?' He needed a moment to restart his heart and she laughed and apologised for it as he held two fingers against the pulse on his neck to check he was still alive.

'I don't like tight clothing, it's harder to move around in.' He mumbled and she tilted her head towards him.

'You always trying to run away from people?' she asked and he smiled and shrugged.

'I've had my fair share of police chases yes,' he chuckled at the shocked look that crossed her face. 'There's a few things about me that may surprise you.' He muttered more to himself as he turned back and continued to hang things up.

'Either way, you need some decent tight clothes,' her hands groped his ass and he nearly jumped into the wardrobe at the feeling with a yelp.

'What the hell-'

'Its firm, you've got to show it off,' she chuckled as he turned to her with his cheeks burning and feeling rather violated.

'Why would I want to do that?'

'What did I tell you about Toshiro?' Rangiku grinned as she watched the colour spread even further.

'You told me he was hot-'

'And I saw the way you were staring at him, well the only guy I've ever seen him with dressed in tight clothing, he won't admit it to just anyone but when I get him drunk enough he opened up to me, he loves the male physique, loves the muscles and the tight ass look on guys if you wanna get in with him you're gonna need to dress to impress.'

'I don't want to get in with him.' Yukio frowned, that's the last thing he needed; a drama of trying to get laid with a man who was stunning true enough but not entirely his type. His cheeks burned at the thought and he groaned as he walked away from the wardrobe.

'Look Yukio, you're adorable and actually quite hot if I dressed you up a bit-'

'You're not dressing me.'

'You could have him if you played your cards right.'

'I don't like playing with cards.' He mumbled as he threw his torso down onto the bed spreading his arms out and relishing at how darn comfortable it was.

'Fine deny it, I'll give you as many opportunities as I can because honestly? I think you two would be cute together.'

'Please…' he breathed, 'please don't play match maker.'

There was a gentle knock at the door and Yukio sat up glancing at it. 'Come in,' he called and watched as the door opened and Tatsuki peered around at them.

'Hey you two just to let you know pizza has been ordered and we're meeting down at the bar in an hour to play some getting to know you games.' She looked directly at Yukio and he groaned.

'What kind of games is that?'

'Never have I ever silly,' Rangiku chuckled as she nodded to Tatsuki who left the room.

'I don't like drinking.'

'Just humour us, it's our last time to drink since the guests will be here tomorrow and we'll need to be our best behaviour.' She spoke the last two words with a sarcastic drawl and he snorted back his laughter. Holiday reps weren't exactly known for playing by the rules but he was worried about this drinking game, he'd played it before and felt massively uncomfortable.

As far as wild things done he'd done his fair share, drugs, drink, stole, grand theft auto, but he was actually pretty innocent when it came to sex. He'd slept with one guy as an experiment when he thought he may be gay and it had been confirmed but the experience had been painful and although it was hot and he did orgasm it had also been a little unpleasant to the point he hadn't wanted to rush back into it again. It meant during evenings such as the one he was about to have when people questioned him he felt really young in comparison to some others who had easily been with 20 or 30 people.

'Would you put a shirt on for tonight?' Rangiku asked leaning across to him and fluttering her eye lashes playfully.

'No.' He frowned at her and wrapped a grunge style white torn bandanna around his neck. She pursed her lips and sighed.

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The smell of pizza hit them the moment they walked into the bar, everyone was perched around the stools and Tatsuki and Renji stood behind it, apparently two stools had been passed over to the other side so they could sit down with everyone else in as much close proximity as they could get. Yukio was almost surprised to see the tiny Captain sitting on the bar with his back against the wall, one leg dangling off the customer side of the bar and the other one bent with his arm resting on it. He was the kind of person who made 'cool' seem effortless and it was hard not to stare and not to be jealous.

'Hey-o everyone,' Rangiku chirped cheerfully as she jumped onto a stool close to Toshiros leg, Yukio sitting at her right hand side putting the strawberry blond between him the white haired beauty.

'Hello Rangiku, what will be your drink of choice?' Renji asked with a smile, 'remember it needs to be over 20%'

'A strawberry daiquiri please,' she turned to Yukio, 'what about you?' He felt like all eyes were on him now as if judging his type of alcohol as he frowned.

'I'll go for a gin and tonic then,' his eyes absently shifted towards the glass in Toshiros hand and it looked like the Captain was drinking whiskey on the rocks.

Pleased with his choice of alcohol and its content Renji quickly made their drinks and they were offered pizza as the boxes were passed around.

'Alright Yukio so we thought we'd get to know you a little,' Ichigo grinned as he leaned across from the furthest side of the bar, 'we decided never have I ever would be the best way to get started so, do you know the rules of the game?'

'Where we say we've never done something but if we have we take a drink right?' Yukio asked just seeking confirmation and Ichigo grinned and nodded.

'Exactly, so guest of honour why don't you go first?'

He was almost thankful for the alcohol now as it gave him something to focus his attention on. These games always started off innocent but soon got dirty and rude eventually so he decided to start it off safe.

'Okay, never have I ever pretended to be sick to get out of class.' Every single person took a drink including himself and he tried his best not to keep looking to his left at Toshiro.

It then moved around the circle and it was Rangikus turn, Yukio realised as he turned to look at her that Toshiros position was a bit more provocative than he originally thought, the one leg thrown down the side of the bar meant that his legs were basically spread a little wider as he needed to keep the other perched on the furthest side of the bar as possible to keep his balance. Yukio tried his best not to stare but knew the more alcohol he consumed the harder that would be.

'Never have I ever… watched porn.' Trust Rangiku to make things take a turn for the worst, Yukio almost groaned into his drink as it rose to his mouth but he realised everyone else was doing the exact same thing and he relaxed. He took a few extra gulps than he should have but he felt like he needed it.

Now it was Toshiros turn and suddenly Yukio had an excuse to look at him, his stature was perfect and he twirled the wrist that was draped over his leg effortlessly as he swirled the contents of alcohol and ice together. His brow was furrowed as he contemplated and his soft lips parted a little. Yukio realised he wasn't even blinking because of how much he was staring and quickly looked back at his drink.

'Never have I ever…' he started, his smooth voice washing over the company and demanding attention which Yukio presented, 'slept in a bed with more than 5 people.'

Clever, the question wasn't exactly worded like it was meant for sex, everyone at the bar took a drink except Yukio as he thoughtfully tried to remember if he had.

'No orgies for you Yukio?' Rangiku asked as she elbowed him lightly in the arm.

'None that I can remember no,' he smiled sheepishly at her his eyes meeting Toshiros for a moment but he had not been able to read anything from that deadlocked expression.

'Okay,' Tatsuki started as she offered up her own question. 'Never have I ever masturbated in the last week,' she grinned around the table and Yukio groaned in embarrassment as his drink once again made it to his lips, to his surprise so did Toshiros and a number of the other males.

'What if someone else masturbates you for you does that count?'

'That's called sex dear.'

The chatter sounded from the other side of the table as Rangiku glanced conspicuously between Toshiro and Yukio who clearly were both doing their best to ignore her.

'Never have I ever…' Renji started as he twisted in his bar chair thoughtfully, 'had sex outside.'

Only Yukio and Izuru didn't drink and Yukio felt that usual shame from his innocence burn on his cheeks as he tried to not meet anyone's eyes.

'Never have I ever broken a law,' Ichigo offered and finally Yukio was able to drink. He noticed that there were several people who didn't; Rangiku, Rukia, Izuru and Tasuki but the others around the bar did. How interesting he wanted to actually know what kind of laws that others had broken and it seemed that was the new premises for questions and Izuru went next.

'Never had I ever… stole anything.' Yukio was the only one to drink which surprised him as everyone glanced curiously at him.

'What did you steal? Couldn't you just buy anything you wanted?' Renji asked as he leaned across the bar. Yukio frowned as he traced a finger around his glass.

'I errr… stole a jammie dodger truck when I was 15 and crashed it into my neighbours house when I tried to drive it home.'

There was a moments silence. A beat. Then the entire bar erupted in laughter.

'Did you have a license at 15 like Toshiro did?' Yukio frowned at Rangikus comment and glanced at the white haired beauty who quirked a brow and shrugged his shoulders.

'No, I knew a little bit about driving from playing computer games but if I was good at it I wouldn't have crashed.'

'Was alcohol involved?' Shuhei asked and Yukio nodded.

'I think so yeah, I don't honestly remember much I remember the police showing up the next day at my house and asking me and I honestly didn't remember I thought I'd just been given a ride back by someone who was kind enough to give me a bag of the biscuits.'

Another round of chuckles followed this and then Shuhei reminded everyone it was his turn.

'Never have I ever tried drugs.' Shuhei offered and Yukio scowled as he drank at the same time as Ichigo, no one else lifted their glasses.

'Just to be clear,' Yukio panicked, 'I don't do them now it was just when I was young and stupid.'

He was aware of a pair of teal eyes watching him to his left and he felt the colour of the alcohol springing up to his cheeks as he kept his eyes on his drink.

'Okay never have I ever lied to get my own way.' Rukia offered and nearly everyone took a drink.

It was back to Yukio and he wanted to learn something about the group other than just anything related to sex. 'Never have I ever taken up a sport or hobby other people wouldn't expect me to do from looking at me,' he took his own drink as everyone else digested his question then tentatively Toshiro raised his glass to his lips and drank as well. This gave Yukio another excuse to look at the younger male and he did, smirking playfully at him. God the alcohol was taking effect.

'What's the hobby?' He asked and Toshiro fixed him with two direct teal eyes, a gaze that almost made him shudder with want.

'Strip teasing and lap dancing.'

There was a beats silence again and Yukios entire face flushed at the implications, he didn't want to think about that, no no no no nope. Nope. Had to leave his mind right now. Right this very second. The last thing he needed was a mental image of the younger boy half dressed straddling his lap with those beautiful teal eyes half lidded with lust and NOPE.

'He's kidding Yukio,' Rangiku reached over and punched Toshiros leg playfully causing it to slip over the other side of the bar so he was effectively straddling the bar. The pose left him very exposed and yet he didn't even try to correct it. It was now next to impossible for Yukio to keep his gaze on Toshiros face.

'I am kidding, I just wanted to see your reaction,' his features twisted into a cruel and taunting smirk, 'I do martial arts.'

'Oh,' Yukio blinked, he felt really stupid for believing him. He was suddenly very aware of the embarrassment he wore on his cheeks and hoped everyone would play the colour in his cheeks off as a drunken flush, but judging by the amused look on Toshiros face probably not.

'Forget that though,' the younger male grunted and he leaned across the bar towards Yukio who fought hard to not let more colour flourish into his face. Fuck this male was so fucking hot, why did he have to be so hot? 'What is the hobby that you have?'

'I do believe its Rangikus turn to ask a question.' Yukio replied smoothly as he turned towards his drink and took a sip. There were a few protests as he avoided the question. 'I do not have to elaborate on anything if I do not want to.' He shrugged his shoulders and smirked back at Toshiro, whose eyes flashed dangerously at him, his jaw setting a little and he scooting closer to Yukio and Rangiku by thrusting his hips to force his weight forward on the bar, the movement instantly drew Yukios eyes to the boys spread legs before snapping them back to his face which looked smug as fuck.

Yukio quickly turned his eyes to Rangiku wanting her to save him but she was sitting grinning.

'Can I tell them your hobby?' she asked and he frowned shaking his head as everyone else asked her to tell them. 'If you don't let me tell them you might not like my next question.' She pursed her lips and he frowned narrowing his eye at her.

'Don't tell them, because I am not demonstrating anything tonight.' This earned another round of complaints from around the bar and she frowned with a huff.

'Fine, never have I ever wanted to fuck someone sitting at this bar at this current moment.'

Fuck. Yukio scoffed and he aimed to fold his arms across his chest, but the alcohol was buzzing at the back of his head, betraying him as he slowly found the last of the gin being raised to his lips and with a massive gulp cleaned the glass straight. Putting it down and regretting what he'd done as everyone at the bar glanced between him and Toshiro who'd also finished his glass.

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Please review and let me know what you thought so far! This story will maybe only be 6 or 7 chapters long maximum and half of it is already written. The more reviews I get the more likely I will be to upload chapters faster. Heh.