Final CHAPTER! And because I am posting so close to the last chapter only one person managed to review for me to reply too.

Lizzie:

Have you seen what Yukio looks like? I think he looks ADORABLE with his blond hair covering one eye haha! You're right, Toshiro does deserve to be loved and so I hope you love this chapter. Again thank you so much for all your reviews my friend!

XxXxX

5 years later…

He was struggling to clear this final boss. Running a hand down his face to try and clear away any wariness before he un-paused his game again, he turned to look at his husband.

Toshiro was sat with his legs intertwined with his own, his face about a centimetre away from his physics book and his glasses sliding down his nose. Who knew the stoic Captain had been wearing contacts to read? Who knew he was such a nerd that in his own time he'd sit and read books and books of physics, mathematics and chemistry for fun? These were just some of the very few things Yukio finally got to witness over their years of being together. He'd been worried that when they got married 6 months ago that a lot of things would change but really nothing had. It had taken Yukio over four years to convince the prodigy that they'd be as well getting married, since the blond boy was already very much part of the Captains small family. Granny and Momo had accepted him in a way that his family could never accept him being gay or his attractive boyfriend, so when they'd gotten married Yukio had taken Toshiros name. Yukio grinned as he remembered the small event, Toshiros Granny walking him down the isle while he scowled at the whole event, the first thing he'd said to Yukio once he finally got within earshot of the male was something along the lines of 'how the fuck did you rope me into this shit?'
It had been terribly romantic. Rangiku was beside herself, she'd played the part of Toshiros best man which concerned Yukio especially when she arranged his Stag night. Worried that perhaps she was going to try to order strippers - which she had- Yukio had gone undercover as one, his fiancé at the time had been squirming away from them all in a horrible state of alcoholic abuse yelling about how none of them were his fiancé. When Yukio had revealed himself for Toshiros pleasure the results had been quite hilarious…

Flashback…

Yukio had managed to secure his fiancé in one of the private rooms of the large house where the stag party was happening, turning to the younger man with an amused sort of smile. He wanted his fiancé to enjoy his stag night of course and if that meant getting a strip tease then Yukio would completely oblige. However Toshiro seemed to be scrambling across the bed towards the window trying to open it in a drunken haze, even after Yukio had taken off the disguise he'd used to slip into the party and passed Rangiku.

'Toshiro it's me,' Yukio laughed at the boy who had given up with the latch of the window and was now tugging at it as if thinking it would open into the room instead of opening out. Toshiro turned to him, teal eyes wide with fright and pointed a hand accusingly at Yukio.

'S-stay away! My fiancé is the only one allowed to give me lap dances.' His voice was slurred and Yukio had to strain to hear half of what he was saying. He frowned, just how much alcohol had Rangiku let him have if he couldn't recognise him?

'It's your fiancé, stupid.'

'No, my fiancé is working tonight, you cannot fool me.' He dove for the bed as if to scramble under it but his head collided with the side of the soft mattress and sent him flying back on his ass. He looked around dazed as Yukio wandered over to see if he was alright, if it weren't for his panic over his fiancé's alcohol consumption the entire scene would have been rather hilarious.

'Are you okay?' Yukio asked, pursing his lips anyway to hide any amusement as he stared at the smaller male with concerned eyes.

'Did I just fly?'

'No, you hit your head off the side of the mattress, come here.' Yukio wandered around ready to scoop him into his arms and take him home. It was well after 4am anyway and he was mentally preparing the rage talk he'd be having with Rangiku about letting his soon-to-be husband get so plastered.

'No! Only Yukio can touch me,' he whined like a child and aimed a well placed kick for Yukios privates which he – thankfully – dodged.

'Toshiro it is me,' Yukio tried to coo but the white haired man had once again attempted to scramble under the bed, down on his belly and flailing his arms out to pull himself under. He was partly successful given that it was laminate flooring, had it been a carpeted room he'd have struggled.

'Toshiro,' Yukio hummed amusement now in his voice as he grasped the boy's calves and pulled him out. Toshiro started to shout for help, calling out for Rangiku and Yukio and even the police.

'The police aren't here,' Yukio laughed as he flipped his diminutive fiancé around to face him.

'Yes they are, they were just down stairs, I saw them.'

'They were the strippers,'

'Get off me, I'm soon to be a married man.' Toshiro tried to shove Yukio off but his attempts were so feeble with muscles doused in alcohol.

'Come on let me drive you home.'

'Let go of me- YUKIO!' he shouted turning towards the door before Yukio circled an arm around his waist. At least the blond boy knew he'd never have to worry about Toshiro ever going out drinking and possibly cheating, he seemed determined to be loyal even if in his drunken haze he couldn't recognise his own fiancé.

'What does Yukio look like? I'll go find him for you.' Toshiro stopped squirming and scrunched up his face in concentration.

'He's got blond spiky hair and… em… he's a good dancer and he… has green eyes and he's a bit short.'

Yukio made a face at that last comment, Toshiro could hardly talk given that he was a full head shorter than Yukio himself.

'Actually he looks like you.' Toshiro tilted his head curiously to the side, his eyes glazed over and he blinked one eye before the other, clearly hammered.

'You wait here I'll go and find him for you, just stop trying to go out the window okay?' the blond boy said to him.

Toshiro nodded and Yukio stood up and made his way towards the door, he opened it and exited and stood outside for a good five minutes before entering again.

'Toshiro? It's Yukio, someone came and told me where you were.'

'Thank God! Yukio, they've been trying to give me lap dances and strip teases but I told them no, I told them I was going to be a married man.' Toshiro mumbled as he used the bed to help pull himself to his feet.

'I know handsome, I know, come on lets get you home.'

Toshiro let Yukio lead him out of the house and towards their car, Rangiku was passed out on a couch and most of the other company was too preoccupied to really notice them leaving anyway. Yukio helped Toshiro into the passengers seat and got into the drivers side and started to drive away. It took a bit of time before Yukio realised the boy was looking at him funny.

'What?'

'Nothing… you just look like someone I know.'

'That's because I'm your fiancé.'

'I know that I'm not stupid I mean someone else I know…'

Yukio tried his best not to laugh as Toshiro turned and leaned his face against the cool glass of the window. It was really early in the morning so it wasn't really much of a wonder when they were pulled over by police for a casual inspection. This early in the morning must have been their most common time to catch drunk drivers. Yukio pulled over and rolled down his window, praying to god that Rangiku hadn't given Toshiro anything other than just alcohol.

'Good morning officer,' he smiled pleasantly at the woman as she stepped up to the window. She smiled back at him and nodded towards Toshiro who had fallen asleep with his entire forehead placed against the window of the passenger side.

'Are you playing chauffer tonight?' she asked and he sighed and nodded.

'Yeah I am, this is my very drunk fiancé that I've just picked up from his own stag party.'

'Aww when are you two getting married?'

'Next Saturday,' he replied turning to look at the back of the drunk boys head fondly regardless of the mammoth like snores now emitting from him.

'How much has he had to drink?' she asked as she looked concerned at the boy.

'I actually don't know, but I'll keep an eye on him.'

'Good, can I see your licence please?'

He handed it over to her and she took it back to her car. Yukio took the opportunity to lean over and try and turn Toshiro more comfortably in his chair so he could sleep better.

'That all checks out, can I get you out of the car for a breathalyser test please?' Yukio got out the car and when he shut the car door the sound must have roused Toshiro who was now glancing at them through very drunk teal eyes.

The test came back clean as Yukio had not had a single drop of alcohol and he was happily getting into the car when Toshiro leaned over and said – in a really loud wannabe whisper –

'Is she one of the stripers?'

'I'm so sorry, they had strippers dressed as policemen,' Yukio quickly turned to her and shook his head, 'they were male as well so I don't know what he's saying.'

Luckily she took it all in good fun and merely laughed it off wishing them the best for their wedding and their life. Yukio took off quick before Toshiro could say anything else.

'He was a kind striper…'

End of Flashback…

It was one of many fond memories he had now to cherish until they grew old and died together and Yukio blinked contently at his husband who had no idea he was staring at him. There were many fond memories and no doubt many more to come, their wedding day had been so beautiful, though Toshiro was not that fond of the actual event he appreciated it once it was over and he could properly tell people he was married when he was chatted up, which happened a lot. The platinum engagement ring around his finger also acted as a deterrent to most.

The honeymoon had been fun, just the two of them for two whole weeks, they had planned to do a tour of Europe but they just ended up shut away in their hotel rooms most of the time having sex. At least now they could say they'd had sex in at least five different countries.

Considering they'd been living together comfortably for over three years now, Yukio knew his husband and knew him well, he knew exactly how to get what he wanted. Like the time 5 months ago that he'd wanted to put up 3 wedding pictures in their beautiful penthouse apartment.

Flashback…

Yukio had left the pile of wedding photos out to be addressed for the last week now, casually leaving the pile in the bedroom, then in the living room then in the kitchen. He'd specifically selected a particular picture to be on the top of the pile no matter where it was left and when he walked out of his office one night to see Toshiro staring at the top picture he knew it was time to implement his plan.

'So we need to decide which pictures we're putting up.' Yukio said as he walked into the living room and casually threw himself down on the couch in front of the TV.

'I like this one,' Toshiro mumbled, a small smile on his lips and he stared at the picture Yukio had left on top of the pile for the last week. Success, he'd left it there subliminally so Toshiro would be drawn to it. Playing dumb though, Yukio stood up and went to stand behind his husband, wrapping an arm around the boy's waist and pulling him into his side. The picture showed Yukio dressed in a handsome white and black suit with one arm wrapped around Toshiros waist – just like he was going right now – while the beautiful white haired man wearing a stunning white suit was scrutinizing the cake to look for the best incision point. It was really their entire relationship in a nutshell, Toshiro worrying over the tiny details while Yukio just worried about him.

'I like that one too,' Yukio hummed against his husband's neck as he kissed down it with gentle butterfly kisses, 'we just need to pick out four more.' Yukio really only wanted three pictures up, he knew his husband would never ever let him put up five and Yukio had already selected the pictures he wanted and the three best frames to go with them, as if on cue…

'You want five?' Toshiro asked pulling away from Yukio and scowling at him, 'I'm not having five wedding pictures up around our apartment, you'll get one, this one.' He pointed at the photo and Yukio frowned at him crossing his arms across his chest and pretending to sulk.

'Now that's not fair,' already he could tell that the two were about to enter a heated discussion to which Yukio would win, 'how about four?'

'You'll get one.' Toshiro hissed his eyes narrowed and Yukio scowled at him.

'How about three?'

'One.'

'What happened to this compromise thing you promised you were going to do?'

'Fine,' Toshiro scowled at him and put the photo down on the top of the pile, 'you'll get two, ONLY two.' The diminutive man turned around to storm to his room. Despite being married they still had separate bedrooms because Toshiro liked his space, its part of what made them work so well. Yukio didn't mind, because of his husbands 'tendencies' it was very rare for them to actually sleep in separate rooms unless one of them was ill.

Later on that night when Toshiro finally emerged, Yukio had selected his two photos, one was of the two of them together outside the large beautiful looking hotel where they'd gotten married and another one featuring Granny, Momo, Rangiku and couple of their other friends who'd come to celebrate with them, the photographer had just told a really bad joke that had left most of them laughing hysterically and Toshiro looking only slightly amused with a small smile playing at the edges of his lips..

Toshiro looked down at the pictures as Yukio finished framing the second one and frowned.

'Where's the one I picked out earlier?' He glanced around looking for it and Yukio simply sighed.

'Well you only gave me two, these two were my favourite so they're the ones I'm putting up.' There was an extensive silence to follow his words and Yukio had to keep his face turned away to hide his smile as he could practically hear the clogs turning in his husbands mind.

'I want the other one,' his voice mumbled as he dropped to the ground and started to sift through the photos until he found the one he'd liked. The third picture that Yukio desperately wanted to go up but would never tell Toshiro that.

'Well, I guess we can put it up but that would mean three pictures.'

'Fine, just put this one in the living room.' Came the reply and Yukio grinned as he stood up and went to his room to bring out the third photo frame, when he walked into the living room Toshiro glanced at the frame and scowled at him.

'I've been played.'

'Like a beautiful guitar.'

'You never really wanted five did you?'

'Nope.'

'You only wanted these three?'

'Yep,' Yukio dropped to the ground and let his smugness radiate from him as he framed the last picture ready to hang above the beautiful gas fireplace of their living room.

End of flashback…

Though Yukio had managed to figure out a lot of his husbands inner workings, Toshiro could read him like a book. Yukio was more the breadwinner of their relationship, his aptitude for gaming now manifesting itself into a stressful but well paying career. He'd often go to Japan and America for contests bringing back hundreds of thousands in prize money and got paid extensively for gaming reviews and test playing, which was exactly what he was doing tonight.

Toshiros small finger came to push his glasses up his nose as they'd now sunk down right to the tip and blinked those big beautiful teal eyes as he leaned back to turn his page. The prodigy was disturbed when Yukios leg twitched a little and bumped into his own. The blond boy braced himself with closed eyes, he knew exactly what was coming next, the scolding that had been bubbling up in his small husband for the past 24 hours. Opening his eyes, Yukio was met with a stern gaze.

'You've got one hour.' Toshiro snapped, closing his physics book with a snap and pulling off his thick rimmed glasses to place on the sofa beside him. 'This is getting ridiculous, you've only had eight hours sleep in the last three days and when was the last time you showered for longer than five minutes?'

Yukio wriggled down in his seat, he could feel the muscles of his hands twitching with exhaustion but he had a deadline to meet and he had only been given four days to complete this massively long game.

'I-'

'Exactly, now I don't care if they want you to complete it in a few days, you're human and you need to have a proper rest so I'm going to make you food and when I come back I'll be turning that damn machine off and I'll be dragging you into the bath if I have too.' Toshiro slipped out from their entangled limbs and stormed over to the large kitchen space in their open plan apartment. Yukio sighed and turned back to his game. Just one more boss, one more boss and he was done.

This was usual for them, a couple of times a year Yukio would be given a game to complete and review and he'd have only a couple or a few days deadline to do it in. It involved him pulling all nighters, sleeping only when Toshiro shouted at him or when he accidentally fell asleep on the couch, barely eating any meals and only diving into the bathroom for toilet breaks, to brush his teeth and to stand under the hot water long enough to rub a bar of soap over his body and wash his hair. It was a bit ridiculous but it was another massive source of their income and even though it was stressful they'd gotten into this routine. Once finished with a game, Toshiro would usually bring him a warm bowl of soup, he'd have a bath run which they'd enjoy together then Toshiro would leave Yukio to sleep for well over twelve hours. All he had to do was defeat one more fucking boss.

The smell of home cooking was something Yukio loved, Toshiro was quite the little housewife and though the boy did work at a scientific research centre for climate change he also loved keeping their home organised, tidy and keeping Yukio well fed. The soup that the boy had prepared earlier that day was being warmed back up on the stove and the smell of sun dried tomatoes and roasted peppers wafted over to where Yukio sat on the couch. It was very distracting but the prospect of nearly being finished and being able to spend a proper evening with the love of his life was what finally helped him deliver the killing blow. With a cheer that echoed around the whole apartment Yukio slumped down into the comfortable couch with a sigh. As the game entered its final cut scene signifying the end of his journey, he hastily scribbled down the last of his notes before closing over his book. He had until 6pm the next day to piece together his review and send it in, which was perfect because that meant he could sleep until 12pm if Toshiro let him.

'You're done?' Toshiro mused as he walked over to place a bowl of steaming soup and a large piece of crusty bread down on the table in front of him. 'Good, I'll go and run the bath.'

While his husband walked away Yukio tucked into the meal, savouring it and reminding himself that he had to learn to cook from the prodigy. When Toshiro had gotten ill, Yukio had been at a loss in the kitchen, he'd realised how useless he was at anything in the home and didn't even know where Toshiro kept the half the things required for the day to day running of the place. The bath would take a while to run, Yukio had gone all out when he'd bought this apartment, buying it nearly outright at over a million, thus the bath wasn't your average bath more a giant Jacuzzi which Toshiro had grinned wickedly about when he'd seen it. They had five bedrooms, one each for the men, one for Yukios office, a study for Toshiro and a spare room for guests. Toshiro had basically turned his study into his own library and anything the prodigy wanted or needed he got. Yukio would make the money but Toshiro was very much in charge of it, he knew how to do taxes and how to budget and how to save and all that other stuff that Yukio really couldn't be bothered doing. They had their own gym which Toshiro only ever visited to watch Yukio work out in then ended up joining him in other physical activities once he got too horny.

His husbands sex cravings were as bad as ever and though they weren't doing it every day, Yukio still had to perform at least every two days to keep the prodigy happy. When he had work like this however, things were hard. Toshiro knew better than to annoy his husband and demand sex when he was working so hard on one of his game reviews. So instead the prodigy would usually wait until he was finished and jump him in the bath, if Yukio was too exhausted – which was often the case – then Toshiro would normally take the lead which Yukio loved.

Once he was finished with his soup, Yukio stood up and made his way over to the kitchen but instead of ditching the bowl in the sink he helped himself to another full bowl of soup. He'd forgotten how hungry he was and he couldn't actually remember the last time he'd properly eaten, he was sure Toshiro had forced him to pause his game for either breakfast or lunch this morning but all the days and hours were blurring into one. He hungrily ate more of his husbands home cooking, stealing another section of the crispy baguette and wolfing it down before the small prodigy came back through.

'If you enjoy the soup that much I can make more again next week,' Toshiro chuckled from behind him as Yukio licked his spoon, feeling warm and full. Yukio turned towards the attractive man who began to clean up the crumbs around him and chuckled. Toshiro couldn't even let him just sit and have a meal, he had to continuously be cleaning and tidying as he went.

'I love all the stuff you cook,' Yukio said joyously as he leaned across the bar and captured his husband's lips in a small kiss.

'The bath is run so get your sexy ass in it, I'll be through in a minute.' Toshiro mumbled suggestively and Yukio grinned, slipping away from the kitchen bar as his husband went about cleaning his bowl and spoon away.

The bathroom was full of a beautiful steam that wrapped around his entire body and buried its way down into his lungs with a beautiful warmth. He stripped off his clothes throwing them into the wicker basket that was kept in the corner. The entire bathroom was marbled all except the flooring which was made of rough tiles so you didn't slip on the floor. The entire wall to his right was made up of beautifully large mirrors which he'd had installed himself, they were anti fogging mirrors and though they'd cost a bomb, they were totally worth it. The large Jacuzzi bath was set into the corner of the wall opposite, with a large marbled surface between the wall and the beginning of the Jacuzzi where they'd normally keep their shampoo bottles and the likes, which had to be in alphabetical order. The square bath had two sitting areas built in and it was onto one of these that Yukio slipped, the hot water rising up over his body and engulfing him in the warmth. He hadn't realised just how exhausted he was until he was now sitting down with the warm water surrounding him and he could practically feel sleep pressing against his brain. He turned to the side and leaned over the side of the bath, one of his arms thrown over the edge as sleep threatened to pull him down into the water, at least this way if he fell asleep before his husband arrived, he wouldn't slip under the water.

Soon the water was swirling around him as another body entered the bath and he felt a pair of beautifully soft hands rub up and down his back. He groaned at the feeling, his muscles almost twitching in pleasure at the massage and attention they were now receiving after days of being neglected. He felt his husband press up against his back, his arms coming around to hug him from behind and his legs gripping his hips, soon a pair of soft and familiar lips were pressing against the back of his neck slowly moving out over his shoulder as Yukio sunk down against the feeling.

'You're even more exhausted than normal.' Toshiro cooed against his skin, leaning back to grab a sponge and beginning to wash his back gently with a combination of hot water and his usual lavender scented soap.

'I didn't get a warning, otherwise I'd have slept longer before they sent me the game.' Yukio said, he realised his voice was actually slurring because of his own exhaustion and Toshiro rinsed over his shoulders before returning to his earlier activities. Yukio knew he was exhausted but he still wanted the boy to continue his advancements, so when the prodigy began to kiss up his back again, Yukio made a point to let out small inviting noises of contentment.

Soon Toshiros hands were massaging the front of his torso, working their way up to abuse his pink nipples, which he twisted cruelly between his fingers.

'Toshiro…' Yukio groaned, one of his hands coming to gently grab one of the prodigies own and guide it lower, if they were wanting to do this they'd have to be quick because Yukios battery life was well below 10%. Understanding his husbands urgency, Toshiro grasped his hardened member under the water and began to stroke it, the prodigy pushed himself out of the water slightly to reach Yukios ear.

'Don't worry I'll take care of everything, just go and sit up on the marble perch like a good married man.' He chuckled as Yukio used some of the little strength he had left to carry out the boy's instruction, he hoisted himself out the water pressed his back against the marbled wall, there was so much room up here that Yukios feet couldn't even reach the edge of the Jacuzzi from where he was now sat. Toshiro had moved away to grab a bottle of lube and hoisted himself out the water to crawl over his husbands exhausted body. He stopped for a moment to let their erections brush against each other as he reached up to capture his lips, then they were kissing.

It was moments like this that Yukio knew his husband loved him, Toshiro rarely ever told him, rarely ever said the words 'I love you,' but everything that Yukio could ever hope to know about the man was in his kisses. Small lips pressed with just the right amount of force, slowly and tenderly prizing his own lips apart to let a tongue slink into his mouth, the offending muscle gently caressed his own tenderly, as if letting it know it was there if his own tongue wanted to come out to play. Yukios own tongue responded with as much enthusiasm as he could muster, Toshiro purred against the kiss before increasing the tempo. With mouths moving against each other Yukio felt the prodigy's breathing hitch, well aware of what he was doing Yukio broke apart from the kiss to gaze over at the fog resistant mirrors. This was why he'd had them put in, so he could enjoy this arousing view. Toshiro whimpered as he pumped his own fingers in and out his own exposed backside, the movement with lube making the most delicious wet noises as the prodigy lay his head against Yukios shoulder. Yukio brought his heavy arms up to gently grasp the boys beautifully tight cheeks and prise them apart as he massaged them, allowing him a better view in the mirror on the back wall. The boys chest was delivering lovely rugged breaths as his back arched slightly before straightening back out against his own touch, soon two fingers were not enough for him.

'Fuck that's so hot,' Yukio groaned, his eyes drinking in the sight as the two fingers were removed and a third was added causing the diminutive male to shudder slightly. Once he'd adjusted to himself and giving Yukio a better view in the mirror by raising his ass a little higher in the air, he began to pump the fingers back in and out. Clearly searching for something he could not reach himself, the small man started to gasp and groan, his painfully hard cock twitching with need. Toshiro had begun to stretch himself, using his three fingers to gently open up his own ass and groaning against the pain, Yukio brought one of his hands down to gently grasp his erection that was between his shaking thighs and he began to pump the limb gently in his hand, his thumb running over the sensitive head to draw out pre-cum from the slit before working his way down towards the base and back up again. This seemed to help the prodigy who was now gasping between the pain and pleasure, his body shaking as if searching for something fuller to fill him. Soon his fingers were being removed from that delicate entrance and Yukio watched in the mirror as the sensitive hole was left open for his gaze, he delicately traced a finger over it feeling the muscles spasm under his touch as Toshiro reached over to grab the bottle of lube once more. Yukio groaned into his husbands ear as Toshiros hand grasped him, coating his member in the usual blue lubrication and pumping a few times to earn gasps of approval from Yukio.

Then he was moving, Toshiro rose up to wrap his arms around his husbands neck to steady himself, wide teal eyes meeting bright emerald green as the prodigy began to lower himself down onto his husbands length. No matter how many times they'd done this, no matter how many times they'd had sex, the feeling of those tight muscles pulling him in still caused him to gasp in both shock and pleasure. Combine that with the sight of the wide teal eyes staring at him with a cocktail of emotions and Yukio was in heaven. In his husbands' eyes he could see… he could feel his lust, his devotion, his love and care and Yukio brought a hand up to gently cup his cheek, watching tenderly as Toshiro closed his eyes and leaned into his touch as he finished his descent down onto his husbands aching member. They sat like this for a while, Toshiro adjusting and Yukio gritting his teeth against the feeling of those warm and familiar muscles contracting around him, hugging him and trying to suck him in deeper. Then Yukio leaned down to capture his small husband's lips in a gentle, tender kiss before Toshiro began to move. This kind of sex was one of his favourites and a rare treat was reserved only for when Yukio was too exhausted to move himself, Toshiro used his thighs to rise and fall on the familiar appendage inside him, squeezing his ass muscles every now and again to hear his husband moan.

'Fuck Toshiro,' Yukio groaned against him as the younger male gasped, Yukios lips made it down to his neck where he had began to lightly kiss and suck at the delicate spots he knew so well.

'It's been forever,' Toshiro mumbled and Yukio kissed against his neck before using some last ounces of his strength to trust deeply inside him.

'It's been three days,' he combated and Toshiro leaned back with a casual half lidded smirk.

'Like I said, it's been forever.' Yukio gave another harsh thrust and Toshiro groaned as he leaned back, his ascends and descends now gently brushing past his prostate and earning beautiful noises from his own mouth. Yukio watched, his own tongue darting out to lick his lips at the sight, his stunning diminutive husband bouncing obediently on his lap, his head thrown back in bliss, glassy eyes staring at the ceiling and his own erection leaking pre-cum as it bounced with each of his movements. The blond brought one hand down between them to begin stroking the weeping member again and Toshiro shuddered at the touch, his eyes closing over and a strangled moan leaving his lips.

'Oh fuck, Yukio,' he hissed through clenched teeth, his muscles tightening and pulling Yukio in deeper as she slammed back down against him, Yukio groaned and felt his body drawing closer to that much needed relief, seeking that release.

'Toshiro, I-I'm gonna,' Yukio warned him, bringing his hips up with one final powerful thrust before he came hard inside his husband with a heavy groan.

'Fuckkkkk, Y-Yukio!' Toshiro moaned as his own release splashed up between their stomachs, Yukios hand continued to pump his husband dry before the boy fell forward onto his chest with a content sigh. They both stayed still for a long time, Yukio bringing an arm around to try and comfort the smaller frame by rubbing his back soothingly, as it was he could only manage a couple of strokes before his arm slumped against the marbled surface. Toshiro finally recovered and stirred against his chest, reaching up to lock their lips in a very innocent sort of kiss, both of them now clearly too exhausted to even allow tongues before he pulled back and got off Yukios lap. Feeling his sensitive flaccid member being pulled from the tight ass, the blond boy winced slightly before Toshiro was tugging him back down into the warm bathwater. He slipped forward and allowed himself to slide into the water where Toshiro was waiting for him, he was now passed exhaustion and Toshiro had to clean his own sperm from his husband's chest. The two didn't say anything, words weren't always needed, though physical contact was kept to a minimum because even though Toshiro could likely go at it like a rabbit, all night long, Yukio had no hope in hell of even getting to bed without support.

With a chuckle, Toshiro pulled himself from the warm water and went to fetch them both some towels, Yukio kept his eyes closed because he'd be too tempted to look at his beautiful husband and if he did he just knew jr would get ideas that he didn't have the energy to complete.

'Time to get to bed,' Toshiro murmured in his ear and Yukio rose obediently and took the towel securely as he climbed out the giant tub. Toshiro set about draining it as Yukio did his best to dry as much of himself as he could with the soft white material. He was already making a beeline straight for his bedroom, stumbling into the hallway table slightly before Toshiro was there grasping his arm gently and leading him to the safety of the bed.

He ditched the towel on the floor somewhere aware it would be useful for their morning… likely late after noon sex the next day once Yukio woke up. He fell into his bed face down and moaned at just how comfortable it was.

'That's quite an arousing sight you know,' Toshiro hummed as he leaned over to gently stroke a hand down Yukios back and across his ass. Yukios muscles instinctively contracted at the touch but his groan was enough to deter the younger male who knew that his husband was just too exhausted. With a chuckle Toshiro pulled back the covers and Yukio rolled onto his back before moving to slip under the covers as Toshiro practically tucked him back in.

'Goodnight gorgeous,' Toshiro cooed, turning to switch the light off and exiting the room.

This day had been perfect, he'd finished a game in time for a large payment, his stomach was full of Toshiros excellent home cooking, he'd been sexually satisfied and he was squeaky clean and in a clean, comfortable and warm bed. There was just one thing that would make this the ultimate day…

Toshiro came back into his room after ten minutes and slipped into his bed and Yukio sighed in content. The small beauty was naked and he snuggled up against Yukio, lying on top of him like he'd done the morning after they'd first slept with each other all those years ago. Yukio brought one around his back in a feeble attempt at a hug as his little lover snuggled down on top of his chest, planting a small kiss gently between Yukios pecks. One large exhausted emerald eye opened to glance down at the white haired beauty and he saw two massive teal eyes look up to meet his gaze.

'I love you,' Yukio mumbled, his words slurred with wariness and he watched as Toshiro smiled tenderly at him, a hand coming up to cup his cheek and a thumb drifting across his cheek bone.

'I love you too,' the prodigy mumbled, reaching up to plant a tender kiss on his lips before settling back down against his chest.

This was bliss, this was happiness and he couldn't believe that he'd find himself holding this little beauty in his arms just as he had done all those years ago, back when it seemed impossible that the two of them would ever be together. If there was a heaven, Yukio highly doubted that it would be any better than this.

XxXxX

Le fin.

Apparently I'm the only current writer of Yukio/Tosh fics… so ya know please do review and let me know if I should continue to write the pairing. I really enjoyed writing this fic and I cannot wait to revisit the couple, playing with a mixture of different personalities and environments for them both.