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Ukitake x Hitsugaya
Desert
Jyuushiro Ukitake was the most generous, good-hearted, selfless man that Toushiro Hitsugaya had ever met. He found that, as much as he tried not to do so, extremely annoying. He knew that if the two of them were stuck in the middle of a desert somewhere, Jyuushiro would wait until Toushiro was asleep, and pour water from his canteen into Toushiro's.
He knew that Ukitake would go without for him, and would not even want Toushiro to know about it- that was the extent of his selfless goodwill.
And the worst part of that was that Toushiro knew that if ever that ridiculous hypothetical situation were to occur, that situation that he often saw in dreams, he would know immediately what the other was doing, and would just drink the water, and not say a word.
Because Jyuushiro was always giving, and although he did not want to, Toushiro always found himself taking all that was offered: warmth, and compassion, and strength, and love. He knew he never gave enough back: that he probably never could.
In those dreams he watched them walking, and watched Jyuushiro grow slowly weaker and weaker until he lay in the sand and could not move anymore, his eyes always on Toushiro as he continued on walking, until the sand obscured his retreating back.
He woke angry at himself, with the morning light seeping through and near blinding him, and always pressed his body against Jyuushiro's warm one, burying his face in the sweet smell of sleeping flesh until he could no longer smell fictitious sand, knowing that soon he would wake but still a little anxious, illogically so, that he might not.
And so Toushiro cursed the feeling when he dreamt of sand underneath his toes, because he knew that the dream would be a bad one. And although he did not know it, his face creased up into a frown, and he tossed and turned, and even, sometimes whimpered a little. What he knew even less was that on those nights, despite the ache of tiredness in his body, Ukitake gathered him in his arms and pressed gentle kisses to his forehead until the dream passed, and the little, strong body next to him relaxed back into deep, restful, dreamless sleep.
That was just the kind of person that Jyuushiro Ukitake was.