Oh em gee. IchiHitsu? Yes please. Is it overtaking IchiRen in Ichi-love? Possibly.
'Polished Destruction' was quite popular, but no one reviewed. Got favourited a bit, though. Anyway... I love plum jam.
And I HAD to write this. IchiHitsu FTW. I have a IchiRen drabble to submit too, but it can wait. Enjoy 'Jammed'!!
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Lick.
Hitsugaya Toushiro sat silently against a wall in Kurosaki Ichigo's kitchen, eating nothing but plum jam.
Lick.
The first time he'd eaten it was when he'd ran to Ichigo's that morning two weeks ago, to escape the horror that was Inoue Orihime's breakfast cooking ("I'll make miso soup with croutons and banana!!")
Lick.
Pause.
Lick.
Hold on, that wasn't me...
"My jam, Toushiro."
"Ku... Kurosaki... I..." The white-haired captain blushed deeply as Ichigo's hand took his own.
Ichigo grabbed the spoon from Toushiro's small hands and licked off the rest of the jam. "It's good, isn't it? No seeds to get stuck in your teeth."
"Ah... um..."
"I'm not mad at you. But you could have asked. Are you blushing?"
Considering their current position, no one could blame Toushiro for blushing. He was trapped in a corner with Ichigo kneeling in front of him, making them ridiculously close and giving him no means of escape. Ichigo seemed blissfully unaware of this.
Then Toushiro had a brainwave that made him blush redder.
"Do... do you want it back?"
"Want what?"
"The jam."
"What do you--"
Ichigo never got to finish that sentence, as the small shinigami had grabbed his face and pulled him down for a deep kiss. Thoroughly shocked, it took a second for Ichigo to realise what was happening, and Toushiro took that as rejection until arms wrapped around his waist and lifted him slightly off the ground.
He wrapped his legs around the taller boy's hips as not to fall, and wound his tongue out to lick at the other's mouth. Slipping his tongue against the other's, Ichigo finally got what Toushiro had meant when he'd said "Give back the jam."
They broke away panting, and Ichigo turned to stare at the small shinigami.
"I don't know what the heck that was, but I liked it."
Toushiro's cheeks were deep crimson and his breath came raggedly.
"I... don't know what... it was either... but I liked it too."
"That would have been the single most cliche thing if that was strawberry jam"
"...I don't know, Kurosaki. I wouldn't mind more strawberry."
Ichigo stared at the white-haired captain in true shock, before grinning and licking gently at the small boy's neck. "Hmmm? Plum not good enough for you now...?"
"H-hn... No."
And he was carried off to the orange-headed substitute's room, jar of plum jam lying abandoned on the floor.
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