Sequel to first one, sorta.

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There is no such thing as sadism towards strawberry milk

His eyes fluttered open and he squinted at the light.

Last night.

Fireworks.

Sadists…

He paused his train of thought and went back to the last.

Sadists…

He checked; no bondage.

Sigh of relief.

The morning after, always strange. The Shinsengumi captain wasn't sleeping beside him anymore, but he doubted he had run off. Last night was still bit off a haze, but he remembered parts of it. They had talked, kissed, done other things and for all he knew they had both fallen asleep. Their clothes were tossed around, the uniform's coat was still there but the rest had been picked up apparently. He clothed himself before he opened his door and pocked his head inside his office, red eyes going from right to left to spot the young captain.

He heard some noise coming from the kitchen, which wasn't a real kitchen but he called it that anyway, and headed for the room. He slid the door open and saw the man he was looking for earlier concentrating on something which could only be described as a glass. His entry hadn't go unnoticed by the brown haired man but he continued his 'experiment' anyway. Gintoki doubted it would lead to something good but mumbled a 'good morning' despite his own curiosity. It seemed the other hadn't even hear him as he concentrated on…

"Strawberry milk?" Gintoki had crept up behind him and asked him in almost a whisper, his breath tickled against the other man's skin, but even then Okita didn't lose his concentration on the strawberry milk. Gintoki quirked up an eyebrow and backed off again, letting the man concentrate on the sole glass of strawberry goodness. Mornings after where always strange, but this had to be the weirdest reaction to a sleepover ever. Had he gone mad? Maybe he had bee a little too rough last night, yes that last one had probably been over the top but still…

Gintoki brought his right index finger to his chin and walked out of the kitchen, leaving the man to concentrate on the glass again. Maybe he was trying to move it with sheer willpower, like those guys could do in Jump, or maybe it was out of pure desire for the strawberry milk that he liked to stare at it every now and then.

Gintoki stopped.

Last time he had checked there wasn't much more than a single glass left…

Should he go save his strawberry milk?

Probably.

Sadism towards strawberry milk had yet to be invented but he'd bet money on it, if he'd have any, that it would probably be Okita who would invent something like that.

He slid the door open with force, just in time to see Okita drink up the whole glass of milk, looking disgusted at the overly-sweet taste. His expression changed from panicked to horrified and he pointed at the young man, standing there big eyed and innocently staring at the 'intruder'.

"Why did you do that if you don't even like it!"

Okita looked at the glass in his hands and set it back down. Gintoki was still mumbling on about it, at loss for any words, but he ignored it and walked over.

"Wha…"

The young man took him by surprise again but he welcomed the sweet tasting lips with pleasure. He tasted of strawberry milk and he felt the others hands play with his hair, in response he did the same. Finally they had to break their contact to breath some fresh air.

"If you wanted that, you could've just asked you know." Gintoki was slightly out of breath but he managed to blur out the words just fine.

Okita just shrugged. "More fun this way."

"But that was the last of it!"

The young man brought his index finger to his chin and looked in thought. "Guess I won't be doing that in a while."

Gintoki looked even more horrified than when he had lost the strawberry milk.


Okay, this is Okita where talking about, his Danna or not, he still remains a sadist. Taking away the strawberry milk and the kisses is as sadistic as it gets (towards Gin that is), oh well, we still love him, and so does our little heartbroken Gin-chan xD

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