Okay, this is a pairing I probably won't write again, but this is dedicated to happygirl24.
Warning: ByaIchi!!!!!!!! Shonen-ai!!! If you don't like, don't read it! Duh! I warned you! Enter if you dare!
Disclaimer: Come on? Really? People, this is fanfiction. Get over yourselves…
I hope I did okay, and that you enjoy!
Hands down. No question. It's the hair. It's all pretty and shiny. So black, so soft. He can't forget the way it feels when it runs through his sword-calloused fingers through it. How it slips from his hands, finally free of those damned metal clips. They're called something, he knows; but he hates them so much that he can't be bothered to remember.
So now, sitting in bed, the room grey, he tries to remember what those damn clamps are called. Now it's really starting to frustrate him. He knows, damnit! He scrubs a hand through vibrant hair.
"Kurosaki," a slightly muffled, but dignified, voice sounds from below his. Ichigo looks down at the pale features of his bed-mate. "It is far too early for anyone- even I- to be up. So, if you would, go back to sleep." The effeminate man finished.
Ichigo grinned. Sliding back down into the mattress, his kissed the Kuchiki heir goodnight, though it was presumably around four in the morning, and wrapped and arm around the taller man.
He sighed contently. Byakuya's breathing had turned slow and even, signaling his escape back into his dreams, and Ichigo thought that this would be the one time that he would follow his lover's example.
He snuggled deeper into the mattress, pulling Byakuya closer, and closed his eyes. He drifted into a semi-fitful sleep, plagued by nightmare of never finding out what those damn hair-clamp things were called.