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Ukitake x Shunsui
Fuse
Shunsui had a very short fuse where Jyuushiro was concerned, and when his arrogantly handsome former lover came and sat down next to them at the bar without being invited, he felt his fuse burn a little shorter. The man ruffled Jyuushiro's hair in a decidedly territorial way and ordered himself a drink.
"How have you two been, hey? Living it up as Captains, whilst the rest of us slum it?"
He kept on talking, Jyuushiro answering politely and smiling with his normal warmth. Jyuushiro Ukitake was a popular man, and Shunsui long ago had to accept that sometimes he had to lose time to other people. Shunsui understood this. Shunsui even accepted this. Sometimes he wasn't entirely happy about it, but that was life.
However, there were two people that he could not stand doing it.
He hated it when he saw Ukitake's Lieutenant walk in, because he knew that he only interrupted if there was an emergency, and that meant that his Jyuushiro would be called away from him for tonight.
The other was the only one of Jyuushiro's former lovers that still dared to hang around them. He was leaning in too close, his arm just brushing his Jyuushiro's side, and Shunsui took a deep breath. He knew that if he were to ever act the jealous partner, Jyuushiro would probably only laugh at him for it.
So he took a deep drag of his drink, and prepared for his night to be high-jacked, and excused himself to the bathroom. The man was a creep, and had been trying to seduce Jyuushiro back into his bed for as long as he could remember. It was very irritating, particularly when he knew full well that Jyuushiro had been taken decades ago. But the man- and Shunsui had to admit, he had good taste- only had eyes for Jyuushiro, and apparently no-one else could do. Shunsui could sympathise, but that didn't mean he wasn't tempted to secretly have the man killed.
He was pretty sure he could convince Soi Fon to do it, too: those pictures of Yoruichi that he had filched from Urahara would be leverage enough.
He washed his hands and left the bathroom, to be greeted with the sight of, with a perfect calm and poise, still smiling, Jyuushiro pickingup his drink and throwing it neatly at the man's face. Shunsui blinked; the man spluttered; Jyuushiro placed the glass down with a quiet clink and caught his eye.
"Come, Shunsui. We have other places to be."
Offering a silent cheer and making sure to wink at the guy as they left, Shunsui felt elated, although he made sure only to appear mildly amused as Jyuushiro took his arm and lead him down the street. They soon reached the Eighth division (Ukitake's rooms were cleaner, but perforated with a smell of disinfectant that reminded them both of hospitals).
Jyuushiro pressed against him as soon as they got inside, eager fingers tugging at his clothes.
"I've never done that before," he panted, eyes wide and slightly exhilarated.
"Not that I minded," Shunsui replied as he helped Jyuushiro out of his own clothes, "but why did you?"
"He asked me if you were still with me."
"So?"
"So? So, no one can have you but me; you're mine."
Shunsui smoothed the hair away from Jyuushiro's face, smiling. Jyuushiro always sounded so strangely petulant when he had been drinking too much.
"I'm sure he was hitting on you, you know."
"Oh." Jyuushiro's hands stilled for a moment. "Well, that is still just as rude. I'm yours."
He blinked when Shunsui bear-hugged him tightly, but hugged back, not really understanding the sudden affection, but welcoming it anyway.
Shunsui was just happy; he hoped the man had finally got the message.