Alrighty then. No idea where this one came from either, but apparently I've been writing one-shot-y things recently, so I thought... WHY NOT.

Here's a little Seijuro thingy. Enjoy. :D

Trust Seijjuro to go out on some dangerous adventure with his friends and only just get injured walking up the road towards the house afterwards, after tripping on a piece of uneven ground. To say it was amusing would be an understatement. I had been in the house with Gou, Rei, Haru and Nagisa, Haru having decided that the pool was a better use of his time.

Anyway, we only found out after the man had walked in the house, tracking his blood on the wooden floorboards from what looked, at first glance, to be a maul from a vicious animal, but, after some coaxing, had been revealed as only a 'scrape' on the pavement.

Something told me he may have been pushed though he wasn't willing to admit to that and it didn't look like anyone else was outside. His friends were always welcome in the house anyway, so it could have been a passing stranger. Anywho, Makoto and Rei had insisted that his cuts needed to be sterilised, and Nagisa had almost fallen out of his chair exclaiming something about them being late for something and excitedly tugging both larger guys out of the house and down the road.

I would have to have a chat with him about all the sugar he consumes, or perhaps get Rei to do it. The boy seemed to listen more to the Blue-haired male than the rest of us.

"OW!"

"Oh, don't complain. You know it doesn't hurt that much. Don't be a baby. Suck it up. Be a man." Using those classic words was almost liberating, though the look on Seijjuro's face after I said them was simply amusing. He looked positively… distraught.

"Are you saying I'm not a man?" Having been talking since I'd started tending to his battle wounds, I'd had to get him to sit on the kitchen island like a child, after he'd started making lewd comments at the sight of me on my knees in front of him while he sat on the dining chairs, since I refused to let him near the sofa.

"If the shoe fits…" Smiling through the words, I dropped yet another cotton wool ball in the bin and doused another in the horrible smelling alcohol solution. I looked up at the man and had to stifle a laugh as his face visible twisted and morphed through a number of different emotions before he settled on one that I simply couldn't place.

The man shuffled forward on the island just as I finished wiping off the last of the blood and cleaning the scrapes, finding the excess of exactly what he'd done. I hadn't realised before that moment just how vicious our street was.

"Though you must tell me how you managed to fall so hard as to cause this much damage." Yes! Successfully cut off whatever he was opening his mouth to say. No doubt yet another crude comment, yet he leaned back on his hands and only watched while I cleaned up the mess I'd made of the island, dropping the refuse in the bin and quickly washing my hands in the sink and turning back to him to pick up the towel that lay beside him, only for him to pick it up himself and hold it out of my reach.

I let out a slow sigh and tried to lean up on my toes to grab it, but that only served in bringing our faces only an inch from the others, Seijjuro grinning through this whole debacle. "Hard enough." He whispered into my ear in such a way that would make an inch of fear run through anyone else, his 'Captain voice', as his friends call it, showing through in that way that he knew would affect me and any thought of drying my hands disappeared as I dropped them to grip the edge of the island, tight enough that would have broken through my skin, had the marble not been there.

"Sei." I immediately regretted saying that as it came out in a completely different fashion than I wanted it to and I looked up to find a smirk plastered on the man's face. Apparently he heard it too. Great.

"Oh do I affect you that much, my dear?" I tried to change my face and pull away from the island, but my body simply didn't want to co-operate apparently and Seijuro chuckled at the sigh that left my lips. The whisper that left him next was testing my limits and I swear I felt my fingers become so very close to breaking. "Does being alone bother you so much?"

It took all of my willpower to stand up straight and turn away from him, reaching into the drawer behind me to retrieve another towel to dry my hands with, throwing it down onto the side again and turning back to the red head still sitting, though now sitting straight-backed, and smirking down at me, to poke at his chest, my face finally listening to me.

"That does not answer my question in the slightest, and it is should be no issue of yours whether the loss of your presence for a day or two affects me. What I think and do when you aren't here is my own business after all." I couldn't help but smirk through the last few words of that as I turned away from him again, meeting his eyes for a moment and winking easily as I walked away, not missing the quiet growl that left him.

I heard the towel that he'd been holding hit the marble and then shoes on the kitchen tiles quickly getting closer and then an arm around my waist and a chest against my back, lips brushing against the tip of my ear. Seijuro all but growled his words. "Tell me what you do when I'm not here and you can't get your fix. When your thoughts run rampant in that dirty mind of yours…" A finger from his free hand tapped my temple as the other slid down my belly a bit and under my shirt, his fingers splayed against my belly. His hands were almost constantly so, so hot.

"…Tell me how often you think of me, when I'm away from you and unable to fulfil my duties as a husband…"

Alright, hope you liked it.

Lemme know if you have any ideas that you'd like me to write for you. always happy to oblige with writing things. :)