A/N: Okay everyone, this one's gonna be weird. There's several mangas combined in this one, Bleach, Saiyuki, Attack on Titan, Black Butler and Ouran Highschool Host Club- so far. You don't need to be familiar with all of them, but in this one, Toushiro really likes getting laid. With a few different people. If that's not your cup of tea, I suggest you bypass this one. To those remaining, I hope you enjoy the ride.
"Kuchiki-san, I realize this is highly irregular, but would you allow me a few minutes alone to talk to your sister?" Toushiro asked, sweetest of smiles set on his face. "Feel free to wait just outside; I assure you no harm will come to her."
The taller man didn't look happy about the request, lips pursing, but he gave a nod, and left the room.
"Huh. He actually went; must really want me to agree to this." His teal eyes fixed on the raven-haired woman in the room with him, the only other occupant now. "However, I'm interested in whether or not you agree to this."
Rukia's eyes had been on her hands while the men were talking, but looked up now; his expression spoke that he genuinely wanted to know, but she was familiar with the games these kind of men played- it could easily be a trap. "Why wouldn't I?" she asked solidly. "Nii-sama's right; we would be a good match for each other, make both our families stronger."
"You can stop spouting everything your brother had you memorize to impress me," Toushiro sighed, sitting back in his chair. "I want to know what Rukia Kuchiki thinks of this. Please know, it is nearly impossible to offend me, as well as if this isn't something you want, I would not blame you, least of all in front of your brother. I know you know what silver tongues we business men can have, but in this situation, I'm sure you can see I'd have no reason to lie."
That… was true. It wasn't that Toushiro Hitsugaya was a bad choice. He'd tried to get her to speak up before, but apparently thought he'd have a better time of it without her brother around. A good person. And not at all bad to look at. And Nii-sama had made her swear not to say anything, but… "You're not Ichigo," she spoke, instantly clapping a hand over her mouth, unbelieving at herself for what she'd just admitted.
But the white-haired man didn't seem angry or even irritated. His eyebrows lifted, but he seemed… interested. "Oh? And who's Ichigo?"
"He… works for Nii-sama," she told him quietly, praying her brother couldn't hear.
"I thought I knew everyone in that office; I don't remember anyone by that name."
"At… home." She'd wanted so much to just say his name, mention him, for others to know he existed, but now, knowing how upset her brother would be, added pleadingly, "Please forget I said anything, Hitsugaya-san, if Nii-sama knew I-"
"Toushiro," he corrected, and not for the first time that day. "And you let me worry about 'Nii-sama.' What does Ichigo do at the house?"
His expression, his eyes, showed absolutely no ill intent, only genuine curiosity. "Um, outside chores. Keeps the yard tidy, chops wood when it's needed… things like that."
"Well, we can certainly work him into the dealings." He leaned forward again, elbows on his desk. "As long as you don't inquire too deeply into my own."
The woman paused, black brow furrowed, for seconds before she understood. "O-Oh. Oh. Oh, you're not doing something cliché like banging your-" she stopped suddenly, again clapping her hands over her mouth even as the man laughed.
"If you were about to say 'secretary,' no, but I suppose 'personal assistant' is just as bad," he said in good humor.
That… man from earlier? So that was why…
"And before I forget to stipulate, you would still have to go out to functions with me and pretend to like me."
"As of now, that won't be very hard," she smiled.
"Good. I don't condone misery under my roof, but, obviously, if you became pregnant, you would have to tell people it's mine, but I wouldn't hinder Ichigo parenting-wise."
"You don't like kids, do you?"
"Every once in awhile I come across one with redeeming qualities; I can't see you raising brats."
She laughed.
"So, Kuchiki-san," he said, extending his hand. "Do we have a deal?"
She bit her lip. Ichigo would be a little pissy, but surely this was better than when they'd thought was coming. "Rukia," she corrected, shaking his hand.
"Good. Get your brother back in here; we have some papers to draw up."
"But, how are you going to get Nii-sama to let Ichigo loose? He does know about him; I'm pretty sure that's what started all this."
"Honestly."
"But-"
"A little trust, Rukia. Do you think you can give me that?"
Toushiro had an air of confidence, he'd had that every time he'd come over her brother's house, and could be cut throat when he needed to be; some suggestions she'd overheard every now and then had surprised her to come from him. It was abrupt, sometimes, how that mingling gentility vanished, but always crept back in the second the need for its disappearance passed over. She voiced as much to him, adding, "As long as you don't pull that with me, I don't think we'll have any problems."
"Then let your brother back in."
The wedding actually wasn't awful. It wasn't like a wedding, more like a childish game with some friends. Cutting the cake nearly became a food fight. Rukia wouldn't have thought Toushiro to be that easy-going a person, but the thought was quickly followed by the realization that he was probably just as relieved as she was.
She was a little ashamed to admit it, but kissing him wasn't awful either.
Her brother had been on twitchy about the whole thing, but Toushiro assured him the arrangement was beneficial to everyone all around, and nothing else was heard from the man. Rukia couldn't help but wonder if her brother had known all along what would happen.
Ichigo had been pissy about Toushiro's stipulations- right until Rukia reminded him what the alternative was, and not jumping on this opportunity was the very definition of idiocy. And Toushiro gained several thousand points in his book the second he found out chores weren't expected of him to fulfill, but Rukia's every want and need and whatever he did do otherwise was entirely up to him.
The staff that ran the house was just as kind as the man that owned it. There were two maids, twins, Petra and Mey Rin, that… well, their hearts were in the right place, but keeping things dust-free clearly wasn't their forte, Rukia soon found. A chauffeur, a sweet young man named Hikaru, and the butler that ran the household, Kyouya. They were able to hear the man yelling directions before they even entered the house. "They're a little unorthodox," Toushiro told her with a sigh, hand on the doorknob. "But I think you'll like them; they're just trying to make everything perfect for your arrival. Failing horribly, mind you, but are trying their best." The door swung open at her giggle.
The staff snapped to attention and stood in a straight line when they saw her. "Oh, stop," Toushiro drawled. "She's going to be living here, and going to finding out pretty quickly what it's like. Oh, Kyouya, did you and Hikaru manage that gift?"
"Of course," the dark-haired man replied, a knowing smirk playing on his face. "Waiting up in Miss. Rukia's room."
"Gift?" the woman asked. "Oh, no, but I-"
Toushiro smiled, giving her hand a kiss. "Left side of the staircase, fourth room down on the right. If you don't like the room, feel free to pick another. Now go and see."
She didn't need any more prompting; lifting her dress a little to scurry up the stairs as quickly as she could, following the directions. The second she was through the doorway she knew she had the right one.
Not only were her still-packed things neatly piled in the space, but on the bed, red with fury, was a five-nine man with orange hair, a lovely tan, and the angriest expression she'd ever seen on him. Well, she supposed, no man would probably react well to being tied up and gagged with thick purple ribbon. She leaned back out into the hall. "Thank you!" she yelled gleefully, and came back in to free the man.
"You are having way too much fun with this," Ichigo told her the second he could.
"With you tied up on my bed?"
"Your new husband just had me gift-wrapped and given to you as a wedding present."
Rukia smiled, looking up at him. "Because he knew there was no better gift to give me."
He rolled his hazel eyes. "You gotta ruin everything with sap, don't you?"
"No, I'm gonna ruin everything with the fact you're going to help me unpack."
"You are such a bitch."
"I have to be, to put up with an asshole like you," she retorted without pause, loosening the final knots that bound him. "Now come on!"
Living with Toushiro actually wasn't too bad, if it could be called that- she rarely saw the man. He left early in the morning for work, got back late, and when he was home, he was in his own room or office. Rukia was there nearly two weeks before she saw him again, just sitting down to dinner with Ichigo. "Toushiro," the woman smiled, seeing him enter the room, "Join us, won't you?"
"I'm afraid I can't stay long," he replied, leaning an arm against the backs of either of their chairs. "I only needed to inform you that I have to borrow you two nights from now."
"Dumbass function?"
"Dinner at the mayor's house, so, yes. Wear something nice."
Her violet eyes went wide as if in shock. "You mean my oldest house dress won't do?"
"Cute." He turned to Ichigo. "How do you keep up with that?"
"I don't know sometimes, but I manage," the other man laughed.
"Friday night. Classy," Toushiro said again, pushing himself off the chairs to take his leave.
"So the strapless, backless mini is out?" she called after him.
He spun around. "You don't actually-? Never mind. If it exists, yes, it's out," was the reply, and left them alone again.
"What's wrong?" Rukia asked, noticing Ichigo watch him go.
"I didn't like his reaction."
"Ichigo, if you turn into a jealous psycho, I will punt you back to my brother's and start sleeping with him on principle."
"You'll try; from what you said, it sounds like you're the wrong gender."
"Yeah. Getting some mixed signals from him."
"He's probably just matching your sarcasm punch-for-punch."
It sounded a little like he was trying to convince himself, but she added, "Yeah. The only one I'm used to doing that to is you. I guess I could just ask him Friday. Probably be the next time I see him."
Hazel eyes were watching her carefully. "You sound kinda disappointed."
She smiled, taking his hands in hers. "Think of the kindness he's shown us. He benefits too, but he still could've easily refused; it's a lot easier to be a single man than a single woman, especially his standing. I just want to know him, I guess. We know each other's darkest secret but not the simplest fact. Feels weird."
Ichigo's demeanor lightened. "Well, like you said, you'll see him Friday. Seems like these function things will be the only time for that. I just… don't want to think about you…" His face flushed, reluctant to continue.
"I might have to kiss him once or twice, but even if we were married for real, he doesn't seem the public display sort."
"That's true. How was he… when you were, um-"
"He kissed me once when the preacher told him to. After that, he held my hand a couple times, but that was it, really."
"Oh. Okay."
She chose a dark blue dress that scooped around her neck and floated around her ankles. Her favorite snowflake pendant hung from her neck, and a couple small bracelets of the same metal hung from her thin wrist. "How do I look?" she asked Ichigo, who'd been sitting on their bed, watching her get ready.
"I'm pissed I can't show you off myself." Rukia laughed. "And if he doesn't tell you how gorgeous you are, I want you to punch him in the face."
"Um, I would've anyway, but thanks. You're all set here?"
"I got a few projects that'll keep me busy. Have fun, I guess."
"Don't worry," she smiled, leaning in to give him a kiss. "I won't have too much fun."
He added another kiss to her cheek, briefly smiled, and spoke, "See you in a few hours."
"I'll have him get me back by midnight, promise."
"I'm holding you to that."
Rukia laughed again, shaking her head as she left. She strode to the end of the hall and was making her way down the main staircase when she heard a low whistle. Followed by a smack. Looking up, the woman saw Toushiro scowling at Hikaru, who was rubbing the back of his head. "I'll tell Ichigo you did that then lock you in a room with him if you do that again," her husband told the driver. "You do look lovely," he told her. "Hikaru just has problems expressing himself."
"It's all right. I wasn't offended."
"Good. You're ready, then?"
"As ready as I'm going to be. It's been awhile since I've been along for anything like this. I kind of fail at social niceties."
"Smile, drink, repeat. And I am deathly serious."
She chuckled again anyway. "I think I can manage that."
"Then you're ready," he replied, and offered her his arm; she took it and the brunet man walked them out to the car.
The mayor's house looked lovely from the outside, and the inside was hardly a disappointment. The man and his wife showed their guests to an extraordinary dining room, complete with chandeliers and silverware Rukia had spent most of her life trying to remember how to use in the right order. Normally, her brother would silently help her, but Toushiro was oblivious to her plight- for all of two seconds. He saw her counting, eyes on the forks, and leaned over to her to whisper, "Watch me, okay?"
She nodded, eternally grateful. She didn't want to embarrass Toushiro or her brother, who was present across the table, a few seats down. The woman had given a smile and a nod to him in greeting, and made a mental note to talk to him later on. She couldn't believe they hadn't spoken since the wedding.
The man on her other side she didn't know, but he kept to himself and didn't offer much to the conversation. She could almost say the same of Toushiro, expect he contributed- if dripping sarcasm could be considered contributing. "My goodness," the lady seated next to that man finally commented to her after a particularly cutting remark on a mingling politician. "How in the world do you keep up with him?"
At first, Rukia blanked, started that someone was speaking to her. "You think he talks to me like that?" she asked with a smile, and those nearby had a good laugh.
"I would never," her husband replied sweetly, then adding, "As I don't wish for death."
More laughter. And conversation. Rukia found out the woman's was Orihime Ishida, wife to the man seated between them, Uryu Ishida. And she liked to talk. A lot. The woman wasn't one to do so extremely fast, at least, and let in room for Rukia, and sometimes even her husband, to speak as well. She seemed to be a nice person; very easy to talk to.
"Excuse me, Sir," the butler spoke from another doorway. "As per your request, the adjoining room is open to your guests as well for dancing this evening."
"Thank you, Morris," the mayor replied, and the other man bowed before leaving. "As you all well know, my lovely Lydia loves to dance; please feel free to join us as you please," he spoke, and took the woman's hand in his own.
"That means we're all going now, right?" Rukia whispered to Toushiro.
"It does indeed," he replied.
"Would it be all right if I said hello to Nii-sama first? I doubt he's to stay long."
"Of course. You don't need to ask permission to talk to your brother."
"I didn't think I did; I was just letting you know I was going politely. See if it happens again," was the return before turning to go see the other man.
Toushiro took a deep breath to calm himself. Not out of anger, a completely different emotion- one that if he didn't get a handle on, would cause more chaos than he was currently prepared to deal with.
"Oh, did your lovely wife leave you stranded already?" a good-humored tone approached him.
"She's just saying 'hello' to her brother, then we'll be sure to join you, Sir," he told their host.
"Good to know. You know, you broke a lot of hearts when you decided to wed, our daughter's as well. I am surprised you picked another over her."
How did you tell a man who could ruin you that his beloved daughter was the most annoying creature under the sun? You didn't, simple as that. "Well, when I met Rukia-"
"Oh, I tease, Toushiro!" the man laughed. "The heart can't help what it wants, eh?"
"Exactly," he agreed, grateful to see the woman approaching. "Your brother is well, I hope?"
"Yes. He'll be able to come visit for brunch next Saturday."
"I look forward to it." He turned his attention back to the other couple. "We'll follow after you."
He was grateful to note that in addition to the open floor, there were chairs along the walls. But looking at Rukia taking in the room, he didn't thing he'd get the luxury of using them. "Would you like to dance too?"
"I would," she smiled. "Thank you. I do love to dance," she admitted as he took her hand in his own. "It can just be difficult to, um, find a partner, as it were."
"Ichigo does not seem like the dancing sort."
"That's because he isn't. Nor is my brother, really. He'd indulge me when I was younger, but, um… Anyway, you must've had a good teacher; you're really good at this."
He dropped an arm to spin her. "My mother. Insisted it was something every gentleman should learn. Didn't sway her in the slightest when I told I was far from a gentleman."
"I'd have to disagree with that. Like, um, you and Shiro must be good at keeping your voices down; I haven't heard anything going on."
"I'm surprised I haven't heard more from your room," he said and gave her a spin, adding when he pulled her close again, "Ichigo being there and all."
She flushed darkly. "We haven't exactly… um…"
"You fought that hard for a man you haven't slept with?" His tone was a sort of impressed shock. Despite her still-darker flush, he persisted, "Have you even kissed?"
Rukia slapped his arm. "You keep asking about me, and I'm going to start asking about you, and I believe you said you didn't want that."
"Assuming you mean Shiro: Kissed? Check. Sex? Check." He spun with her this time, dipping her low, continuing as the light pressure he put to her back pushed her up again. "Repeated and frequent? Double check. You?"
Rukia figured she might as well; she had said she'd wanted them to know each other better. The music was pretty loud, it was doubtful anyone would hear them talking. "We kissed twice before we came to stay with you," she spoke carefully. "And… our wedding night, um, well, I don't know what you were doing, but…"
"You were loosing your virginity?" he guessed.
"Not exactly. But I have a whole new appreciation for his fingers."
"I see," Toushiro said good-humoredly. "I like you more with every conversation."
"That might mean more if we'd had more than four."
"Is that your subtle way of asking me to show my sorry hide around the house more often?"
"It is."
"I was only trying to stay out of your way, not make things awkward for you and Ichigo, but I can certainly start popping up at dinner, if you like. Mind you, it won't be every-"
"That's fine," she laughed. "Bring Shiro sometime."
"Oh, he'll be there whether you want him or not. His only time off is when I'm doing things like this. Sometimes not even then."
"Aw, the poor guy."
"He's resilient; don't worry about him."
A man approached them as the song came to a close. Well-dressed as they all were, dark hair slicked back and a content smile on his face. There was something unsettling about that smile. "Hitsugaya-san," he said pleasantly "Might I be honored by a dance with your lovely new wife?"
"I'm afraid her dance card is filled for the evening," the other man stated plainly, even swinging the woman away from the newcomer.
"Toushiro!" she chided him.
"I'm not being rude, trust me," he added in a meaningful tone, one that nearly begged her to do just that, with the same look glinting in his clear eyes as the last time he'd made the request.
"I'm sorry, Sir," Rukia finally addressed the man. "But it seems my husband is not quite ready to let me go yet."
She expected some cute response, such as, 'Oh, you're still newlyweds,' but while he retained that eerie smile, kept up with them, saying, "Interesting, as this is the most affectionate I have seen you two all night. You're friendly, yes, but not much else."
"So discretion and modesty is now looked down upon?" she shot back. "Kindly leave us be."
"You heard the woman," Toushiro added. A purse of his lips, and the intruder reluctantly left.
"Why don't we like him, other than the creepy countenance?"
"He likes to cause trouble. The last thing I need is him stuffing your ears with God-knows-what."
"Surely you realize I wouldn't just blindly believe him?"
"Of course," he replied, immediately, dipping her again. "But once doubt is planted, it is not easily swayed, no matter the intentions of the person."
"…I suppose that's true," she admitted, rising to meet his eyes again. "Or you're hiding something you think I'll care a lot about that he knows."
"So my efforts to dissuade planted it anyhow. Wonderful."
"Everyone has secrets, Toushiro."
"And we've already made an even trade," he calmly told her.
"Oh, so if I want to know anymore about you, I have to tell you about me? What if I don't have any more secrets?"
Toushiro was laughing. "I suppose you could always just ask me."
"And you'll tell me if I'm right?"
"On my honor."
"I know that's a valid promise." They paused as the song shifted. A lighter tone, but one they could still dance to. "Like 'Twenty Questions' when you're a kid?"
"Well, you seem to want us to get to know each other."
"Not if-"
"I don't mind. I'm only surprised you do. Here, however, that could be a bad idea." No one appeared to be paying them any mind, but that didn't mean prying ears weren't about; they'd been speaking too freely already. "There's a couple people I should say 'good-night' to before leaving, but send someone after Hikaru and I'll be along shortly," he told her, giving her hand a kiss.
"Don't think I won't come looking for you."
"I wouldn't doubt it for an instant."
"First, I think there's one rule we should follow," Toushiro stated as the vehicle started moving. "Whatever question is voiced, the one asking has to answer too. It'll make things go more smoothly, I think."
"Well, my first question I can't answer."
He wasn't perturbed, still sitting back languidly. "Why I didn't want you near that idiot?"
"Yup."
He chuckled at her laid-back attitude. "He did manage to find out something about me I'd rather you didn't know, lest your opinion of me sink lower than I'm comfortable with. I'm not going to tell you straight-out, that wouldn't be any fun, but as said, I will tell you if you guess correctly."
She considered this, figuring she probably wouldn't be able to guess outright, but maybe he'd unknowingly let something slip in conversation. "We'll circle back then," she said. "I also don't know the simple things about you any wife should know of her husband, nor you me."
"Then find out."
"All right. Birthday."
"December 20th.
"Year…?" she persisted.
"Ugh, I'll be thirty on the next one."
"How old?!" She had to have misheard; there was no way this guy was that old.
"Thirty," he repeated. "I'm guessing you're a little younger?"
"Mine's January, the 14th, and I just turned twenty-two."
"Eh, that's not too bad. And not much you can do about it. Next."
"Favorite color. Blue."
A playful little grin appeared on his face. "Violet."
"Cop-out!" she laughed.
"I am not saying that just because yours are; that's my favorite color, and I could throw that back at you."
"Your eyes aren't blue, they're more… teal."
"Which is a shade of…?" he hinted jokingly, still grinning.
"Shut up! I've always liked blue- darker blues, mind you, like sapphire."
"Ah, so she likes sapphires."
"And garnets. Not completely because of the 'birthstone' thing."
They talked the whole time Hikaru drove around, eventually admitting a need for sleep after at least a couple hours around the city, feeling for the horses. It had been a long night. A fun night, but a long night.
Toushiro gave Rukia's hand a kiss at the door, telling her to go on ahead, promising he'd be along to his own pillow shortly, Hikaru chuckling at his side. "Something funny?" he asked once the woman was inside.
"We all think it's good for you to have a friend. That you aren't having sex with," he edited.
"Was that a complaint, Hikaru?"
"No, Sir. I adore the inner workings of this household."
"And the longer Rukia is ignorant of them, the better."
"Yeah, we knew that before you told us. But, uh, about the rest of your night-"
"Kyouya already has dibs. You know better than to wait for the last minute."
"Yeah, well, I thought I had plans, but they fell through. Can't blame a guy for trying."
"…If it's okay with Kyouya for you to come play, it's okay with me," Toushiro finally sighed, resolve shaken at the other's puppy dog eyes. He really let his idiots get away with too much. "You know him; he'll probably agree."
"Not before making me miserable and stringing me along for awhile."
"Not my problem. I'll be in my office whenever you two make up your minds."
"Yes, Sir," was the returned sigh, but Toushiro wasn't affected. Everything Hikaru said probably would come to pass, but everything he himself had said would too- he had a very good night still ahead of him.
Or so he'd thought. A half hour later, he was still in his office listening to the two men bicker just on the other side of the door. Surely the most asinine of arguments until the white-haired man had finally had enough, and opened the door himself to pull the other two inside. "Hikaru, you waited till last minute, so go sit down and come when you're called. Kyouya-"
He was cut off by the taller man unceremoniously pushing him back onto the cleared desk and holding him with a hard kiss. "Was that about what you were going to ask, Sir?" he muttered, voice already laden in heat.
"Close enough," the other approved, pulling him in again.
Hikaru stayed put in the desk chair as he'd been told, but whimpered at the sight of the two men grinding against each other. What he wouldn't give to be in-between them…
"Hush, Hikaru," Toushiro called over, his partner mouthing his way down the pale neck in front of him.
"H-How can I?" came the pleading whisper. "How could I possibly be quiet watching you two like that?"
"Mm, what do you think, Kyouya? Should we put him out of his misery?"
"I say he suffers awhile longer," the butler replied apathetically, at work on the other's shirt buttons.
"Sorry, Hikaru, I tried."
Another whimper. "I-I didn't have plans," the chauffeur admitted. "I knew you were getting with Kyouya tonight, and the last time was so amazing… I was hoping it would end up that way again."
The darker-haired man looked over to him. "Then you'll keep your trap shut until we're ready for you."
The hopeful look didn't leave the sandy-haired man, but he gave a nod.
"Touch yourself and I'll break your hand."
The other bit his lip so he didn't voice a single noise.
"Done posturing, Kyouya?" Toushiro asked.
"For now."
"Then could you kindly get back to mauling me?"
"Gladly," was the reply, continuing in his mission to remove as many of his partner's clothes as possible, and getting his mouth on as much of skin underneath as he possibly could.
Toushiro moaned lowly, not at all minding the butler's penchant for taking the lead; it was nice to let someone else take charge now and then, especially if that person was Kyouya. He bit down on his hand when he felt the other take his cock into his mouth in one go, trying to buck despite his hips being held down. The shorter man knew he tasted blood when he came, trying so hard no to tip off his wife in the other end of the hall as to what was going on in the house.
"Now, Hikaru," Kyouya spoke, voice smooth and steady, eyes across the surface, and Toushiro could practically hear the third man perk to attention. "Get naked, retrieve a couple condoms out of the desk and come around here." There was scrambling, quick footsteps, and then the driver was in front of him as well. "Just like last time?"
Frenzied nods; he was upright and stiff, it had to be killing him not to be touching himself.
"Then get up there with Toushiro."
The sandy-haired man did so, straddling the other's lap. "Hi."
"Good to see you, Hikaru," the master of the house told him, a pulled him closer for a full, deep kiss. The other moaned, already grinding against him- Toushiro could feel himself reacting as well. Kyouya had also slid a couple fingers inside the driver- that couldn't be doing much for his self-control.
"Kyou… Take me already, will you?"
"You're sure you're ready?"
"Yes!"
Toushiro wasn't aware of anything other than the panting male in front of him, so trusting in the two around him. Hikaru was already so flushed and wanting, it was hard to believe he could be driven further, but when Kyouya pushed inside him, a moan so low and contented left him, limp against the body underneath him. The teal-eyed man held onto the other tightly while the third moved, licking and biting an kissing whatever he could get to- right until he felt a firm grip on his own stiffened member.
"Think you're about to get your wish," he whispered now.
Hikaru wasn't complaining when Kyouya pulled him up slightly to accommodate, Toushiro holding his hands in his own to steady him. The shorter of them arched his back into the obliging warmth, Hikaru's ecstasy balanced between his hands and the darker-haired man steadying his waist. Kyouya braced the middle man against himself while adjusting, waiting on Hikaru's words that he was okay for them to keep going.
A minute or two of careful (and extraordinarily teasing) movement, and a soft, pleasured voice consented, "Okay. I'm okay."
"You're sure?" Kyouya asked, a little light thrust of his own that drove Toushiro crazy- try as he might to hide it, not wanting to force Hikaru forward before he was ready.
"Yes," the middle man hissed. "Do it, do it." Toushiro thrust forward into him as well. "God, yesss… Don't stop."
They didn't. As they moved, though, Hikaru's voice continued to grow, making worry do the same in the back of Toushiro's mind. "Kyouya," he growled in a warning tone- the side of one of the taller's man's hands muffled the tone.
And wasn't that a sight. Hikaru's stretched heat, Kyouya's cock against his own, Toushiro was releasing into him long before he wanted to, but what a release it was, spilling back onto his abdomen. Hikaru added to it soon after, and managed to hold on until Kyouya did the same.
The sandy-haired man near-collapsed afterward, his middle carefully eased down while the taller of them backed off and Toushiro carefully sat up. By the time they were re-situated, Kyouya was back with a box of wet wipes and the trash bin. "Happy now, Hikaru?" he asked with a slight smirk.
"Very," was the contented sigh.
"All right, you two," Toushiro chuckled. "I do have actual work to do, so I'm not going to be entertaining any more."
"Something from the kitchen?" Kyouya offered, always the first to be dressed again.
"That would be lovely, as the mayor's cook wouldn't know culinary aptitude if it smacked him across the face."
The butler barely stopped an uncharacteristic snort. "I'll return shortly."
"You going to make it, Hikaru?" Toushiro asked the remaining man after the third had gone.
"Yeah," came the dreamy reply.
"Enjoy it while it lasts; I'm kicking your ass all over this room the next chance I get."
"What? Why?"
"Lying."
It took a couple seconds for him to realize what the other was referring to. "What? That? Really? But it wasn't really a lie, I just didn't have clear thinking at the time… You're totally screwing with me, aren't you?" he realized.
"Completely and thoroughly. Get your ass dressed and to your room; you're up early tomorrow."
"I am?"
"I'm going in early, so you're up early. Move."
Hikaru began to do so, but not before rolling his eyes with a groan. "You know sleep's important, right?"
"Shut up; you sound like Shiro."
"Good. One of us should."
"Keep acting like my parent, and your sorry ass will find itself on the street," Toushiro deadpanned, no hint of mirth.
"Tch. For someone who likes getting laid so much, you sure are crabby after," the other shot back, then left the room.
Toushiro glared after him, but didn't remark.
Kyouya returned minutes later, noting not only Hikaru's absence, but irritation thick in the air. "Hikaru dared to be concerned about your physical and/or mental well-being again, didn't he?"
"If you start on the same-"
"You'll what?" the butler scoffed, more dropping the tray on the desk than setting it down. "I'm the one person in this place you can't threaten with homelessness and you are perfectly aware of that. I'm perfectly aware of why you're being a pain in the ass, as is Hikaru, hence his worry. We all worry- he's just the only one stupid enough to voice it."
"…Apparently, you are too."
"Toushiro, everyone in this house owes you a debt. Let us take care of you. I hear that's what we're supposed to be doing anyway."
The other opened his mouth to reply, then shifted his attention to the door. "Is that you skulking out there, Kurosaki?"
It was a moment, but the orange-haired man came into view.
"Followed Kyouya back, did you?" was the added sigh, then continued to the butler, "And you let him." The raven head only shrugged as the eavesdropper came into the room. "Enjoy the show, Kurosaki?"
"I don't know anyone who'd let the help talk to them like that, even if they needed it."
"I don't think of any of them like that and they're a little too aware of that."
"Huh. Guess Rukia's right; you really are just a nice guy."
"Oh, hunting for motives, were we?" Touhiro questioned, sitting back in his chair. "My motivations towards Rukia have never been secret. This situation is beneficial to us both. At least, I'm fairly certain it is- you seem to be on the fence about it."
This time, it was Ichigo who shrugged. "Guys try to get close to Rukia because of who her brother is, pretend to care about her. Was how we started talking; found her crying in the wood shed cause she caught some dickhead kissing another girl. This whole thing is a touch on the 'too good to be true' side."
"Agreed. I never imagined I'd be presented with such an opportunity." He paused, sitting forward again. "I mean no harm to Rukia or yourself. Just the opposite."
"The glint in your eye earlier suggested otherwise."
"What are you on about?"
"Backless strapless mini?"
Toushiro inhaled deeply. "Rukia's an attractive woman. Forgive my overactive imagination."
"Huh? But Rukia said you were with your personal assistant. Your… male personal assistant."
"I've never understood the world's obsession with gender; I couldn't care less about it."
"…Oh."
"If what I've said worries you, it shouldn't. Rukia's clearly in love with your overprotective ass, and I would never try to change that. Trust me, I have my hands full already," he spoke as the butler managed to stifle a snort. "Now, will you leave me so I can get some work done?"
"…Yeah, I suppose. See you later, I guess."
"Have a good night." It wasn't until Ichigo's footsteps were a far-off sound that Toushiro turned back to Kyouya. "I could tell you that you don't have to stay up and baby-sit my sorry ass but you'd cheerfully ignore me."
"As I've told you, I've never needed much sleep myself," the other replied.
"But there's other things you could be doing."
"There's several- one of those things is nagging you about making up with Hikaru."
"I'll deal with Hikaru in the morning, I promise," the shorter man quickly stated.
"I could also further distract you, but it seems like you'd decline the offer."
Toushiro glanced the papers in front of him. "These can wait until morning," he decided, pushing away from the desk.
"Perhaps we could go up to your room this time."
"You wouldn't be suggesting that because Hikaru's room is along the way, would you?"
"This desk can't be good for anyone's spine. But if there can be reconciliation along the way, why not?"
"…You're really adamant about that little twerp, aren't you?" the shorter of them sighed.
"I really am."
Another sigh. "All right, fine, I'll apologize on the way. Of course, that means we'll likely have another participant."
One of Kyouya's rarely-seen smiles showed themselves. "Fine with me."
"Then let's go."