Sorry I haven't updated this in a while, but I got hit with writer's block then this funny lil thing called Life decided to become a major inconvenience. But I'm not giving up on this fic! I know what I want to happen next, just having trouble getting it down.
So, to take a lil break, this chappie here is an omake. It's just for grins and giggles and is really not part of the story at all. Oh, Hitsu's still sick in this one- I've at least kept that theme going. And Ichi's taking care of him, but our feisty ickle dragon is NOT going to give him an easy time of it.
A couple of peops have said a cold bath would've been better- I was thinking hot to relax his muscles. I was going off of personal experience- when I have a cold, or a fever, etc, I like hot baths, so that's what I went with. I could be wrong- I'm no medical expert- but I just went with what seemed more appealing to my mind.
WARNING: for Ichi's dirty thoughts here. This is a lil dirtier than the original story arc.
A big thanks to you lovely reviewers!
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OMAKE: Fever
"You want to stick that WHERE?!" Hitsugaya's pretty aqua eyes nearly popped out of his pretty little head.
"Quit being such a baby. It won't hurt." Ichigo grabbed at Hitsugaya, but the tiny taichou scrambled to the other side of the bed.
"It's huge! And I'm NOT a baby!"
"You're acting like one."
"Let me shove it up your ass and see how you like it!" Hitsugaya growled, dodging Ichigo's large hand again.
"I've had it done to me before- it doesn't hurt, Toshirou."
"It's Hitsugaya-taichou!" He dodged Ichigo's hands again, grabbing a pillow and hurling it at the bigger man's head.
Ichigo ducked the pillow and finally managed to snatch a slim ankle. Hitsugaya snarled, pretty features twisted as he clawed at the sheets, dragging them with him. He twisted onto his back and raised his free foot. He struck out, but Ichigo leaned backwards out of the way, catching the small ankle. Ichigo raised his little lover's short, lithe legs into the air, trapping Hitsugaya and limiting his mobility.
Hitsugaya reached around him for ammo, but all the pillows and plushies were already strewn around the room, including Kon who had been tossed shrieking indignantly out into the hall and snatched up promptly by a passing Yuzu. Ichigo frowned down at Hitsugaya. "You know, you only *look* cute, sweet, and innocent. That's quite a set of claws you got, kitten."
Hitsugaya glared icy daggers. "Bastard." He hissed.
Ichigo smirked. "Bitch." He pulled Hitsugaya's legs apart for emphasis.
"Can't you stick it somewhere else?" Hitsugaya's alabaster face went red in anger and mortification. He felt exposed and vulnerable with his lithe little legs raised in the air and spread, exposing a secret, untouched part of him to the blundering substitute shinigami. Ichigo held his slim ankles in a vice-like grip. Hitsugaya was trapped and helpless on his back, and Ichigo was going to-
Ichigo watched those beautiful seafoam green eyes widen, pupils dialating in fear, an emotion Hitsugaya rarely felt, let alone showed. Then again, no one ever got access to such delightful, forbidden parts of him, either. Ichigo sighed- it was such a shame he didn't get to play with the treasures exposed to his gaze. He blinked; he'd been around Kon WAY too long. But Hitsugaya was just too tempting. The strawberry stared at the perfect, tight little ass. The skin was soft and pale, smooth to the touch. It looked tight. Untouched. Unplundered. And Ichigo wanted to be the one to pluck that virgin fruit.
"KUROSAKI!!!" Hitsugaya snarled. He was naked, vulnerable, and helpless. And he hated it. To add insult to injury, the humiliating part was still to come. "Just get it over with!"
"I'm sorry, Shiro-chan." Ichigo voice softened soothingly. "It's the only one I could find in the house, and you're too sick for me to leave by yourself. And you need your temperature taken."
"But a rectal thermometer?" Hitsugaya groaned, face heating in embarrassment. Ichigo pressed a soothing kiss to the heel of one small foot. He ran a hand down one smooth, slender leg and felt Hitsugaya shudder. "Kurosaki." He growled.
Ichigo shook himself. "Sorry, Shiro-chan. One of these days, though, I'm going to be sticking something else up your sweet little backside, my little snow angel-"
"KUROSAKIII!!!!!!" Hitsugaya snarled again, trying to slap Ichigo, but trapped on his back he could not reach. Ichigo relented- best to quit before his frosty baby dragon decided to cut something off. He took both slender ankles in one hand and bent Hitsugaya's knees into his slim chest, completely pinning the small shinigami and giving Ichigo wider access to his backside.
Hitsugaya closed his eyes and clenched his teeth in utter humiliation. His small hands twisted in the snarled sheets. He jumped when he felt cold, thick cream being spread around his entrance. He hissed then cried out when the finger applying the Vaseline slipped a little into him. His muscles reflexively tightened and Ichigo bit back a moan.
Ichigo could not resist; it was far too tempting and he was far too close. He would not invade the temple, but he could not resist a peek inside. Feeling an icy glare, he forced a half-smile. "I have to make sure you're well-prepared; you're a virgin and it'll hurt if I just shove it in there."
Hitsugaya's face glowed red and he glared fiercely. "I think you're doing a little too much preparation." He groused.
"I just want to take care of you, yuki-hime." Busted and guilty, Ichigo reluctantly removed his finger and wiped the vaseline off, then inserted the thermometer, cupping the bottom of Hitsugaya's tight little butt to keep the thermometer in place.
Hitsugaya wanted to squirm at the strange sensation, but because of his position, he couldn't. The thermometer was so much thinner than Ichigo's finger; Hitsugaya barely felt it. He wondered what it would feel like to have Ichigo buried to the hilt inside him.
The petite taichou blushed prettily, the pink in his cheeks off-setting the aqua of his eyes. "Is it done yet?"
"Almost-ah- there we go-" Ichigo slipped the thermometer out and released Hitsugaya's legs. Hitsugaya scrambled to covers his naked body with a sheet. He frowned at the icky sensation of his greased cheeks sliding together.
"You do have a fever, Toshiro. And you *will * take your medicine."
Hitsugaya snorted, ignoring the bigger boy. "My clothes, Kurosaki."
Ichigo frowned- the little baby dragon was going to need his temperature taken regularly, and Ichigo was NOT going through the struggle of undressing him again. Ichigo looked at the clothing strewn around the room. He pulled his own t-shirt off his head and put it on an unsuspecting, squawking Toshiro. It was tight on Ichigo, showing off his rippling abs, but loose on little Hitsugaya and covered the pert ass that the strawberry would dearly love to tap. Hitsugaya's slender, pale legs were left exposed.
"Underwear!" Hitsugaya snapped.
Ichigo groaned and flopped onto the bed. He was not giving the stubborn dragon his panties back. He grabbed Hitsugaya and crushed him to his chest. After much grumbling and a knee none too gently digging into his stomach, Hitsugaya settled down with his head on Ichigo's chest, tucked under his chin. He could feel the beating of the strawberry's heart and calmed as Ichigo stroked his back.
Omake Owari.
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Yes, that was the end of the omake- but not the story! Next chappie it's back to our regularly scheduled plot/story.
As always, plz review!