There are some suggestive themes in this chapter. Nothing to warrant a rating change, but they're there.

"Not tonight, Ichigo, I'm too tired," Toushiro mumbled as his boyfriend peppered his neck with kisses. They were already in bed and Toushiro had started to drift off, but Ichigo seemed to have other plans; one of his hands found its way under Toushiro's shirt.

Ichigo sighed. It was more of an annoyed rumble than anything else, but Toushiro stood by his words. It had been a long day. He had to stand through a captains' meeting that had gone on for two hours longer than it should have. Then he had to run a drill practice because he had promised Matsumoto that he would spend more time with the new recruits, and she seemed to have selective memory when it came to promises he made. The remainder of the day had him trying to wrangle next month's budget and the numbers seemed to be particularly challenging that time around. They would have to cut back on something, but he couldn't figure out what.

"Really?" Ichigo muttered, still continuing to snuggle into Toushiro. "We haven't done anything in ages." He palmed Toushiro's stomach.

Toushiro rolled his eyes and batted Ichigo's hand away before it could get any lower than his belly button. "Really."

Ichigo scowled, but pulled away.

Toushiro sighed, losing some of his resolution. "Look, I've had a long day and I know tomorrow is going to be even worse."

Ichigo pecked him on the temple. "I get it."

"If you really want to... fool around then we have all weekend."

Ichigo chuckled and curled around him, pulling the blankets up to their shoulders. "Okay. I'm gonna hold you to that. Come Friday, you're not allowed any excuses."

Toushiro rolled his eyes and kicked his shin.

...

Toushiro woke up in the middle of the night with Ichigo's hands running along his hips, and his mouth on his neck. He groaned sleepily and attempted to roll away. Ichigo followed.

"Ichigo stop," he grumbled, pushing his hands away.

Ichigo grunted, but instead of backing off he snuck his hand under Toushiro's shirt, palming his stomach and ribs. Toushiro rolled his eyes. He was way too tired to deal with Ichigo's late night antics. He rolled onto his stomach, hoping to deter Ichigo's wayward hands. Ichigo growled softly into his ear but he found himself falling back asleep, ignoring Ichigo as he groped his butt.

Toushiro kept on fading in and out of sleep. Ichigo's ministrations were relentless and despite how tired he had been he was slowly becoming more awake the more Ichigo touched him. His mouth was on his neck again, sucking, licking, and biting. He had wiggled his hands between Toushiro's chest and the mattress, and was dragging his nails along his torso. He was practically lying on top of him, and not only was it hard to breathe but he was growing annoyed.

"I said stop," he growled, shoving an elbow into Ichigo.

He didn't stop. He pulled Toushiro back onto his side. One of his arms tightened across his chest, cementing them together, while the other slowly travelled down Toushiro's body. Toushiro growled, now fully awake, and attempted to squirm out of Ichigo's grip.

"Ichigo," he spat, "I told you not tonight. Stop it!"

Ichigo's hand tightened against his chest, his fingers dug into his upper arm in a bruising grip.

"Ichigo! What the hell!"

This wasn't like him at all; he always backed off as soon as Toushiro told him to. Something was wrong. He tried to turn his head, but Ichigo growled deep in his throat and sunk his teeth into Toushiro's neck hard enough to draw blood. Toushiro froze.

"Ichigo?"

His reply was a soft cackle and the drag of fingernails down his stomach and under the waistband of his sweatpants. Toushiro brought his thighs to his chest and swore. Ichigo's reiatsu was tinged with something dark and unstable; his hollow was in control. Ichigo was usually good at controlling his hollow; but he must have been tired that night as well. Or exceedingly horny, and when Toushiro had refused him the hollow had probably decided to take matters into his own hands. Toushiro growled; why did he even put up with this idiot. He would be sleeping on the couch after this. He knew that it wasn't really Ichigo's fault, but that didn't stop him from being angry. Actually, not angry livid, as the hollow dug its fingers into his thigh and he felt its nails break skin.

He clenched his jaw and released a bit of his reiatsu. He heard the hollow grunt as it was pushed off the bed, encased in a thin layer of frost. The night stand was knocked over and the hollow hit the floor with a loud thud. Seconds later, it was Ichigo that was groaning. Toushiro peaked over the edge of the bed while clutching his bleeding neck.

"Shiro?" Ichigo asked, rubbing the back of his head, "What-"

Toushiro snorted, flicking on the lamp on the other side of the bed. "I don't know; why don't you ask your hollow?"

Ichigo's eyes widened and he seemed to go pale. Toushiro felt some of his anger dissipate at his expression. "What did he do to you? Are you okay?"

Toushiro huffed and slid off the bed, noticing that his thigh was bleeding through his pants. "I'm fine, Ichigo. He didn't do much damage." He turned on the main light and shuffled to the bathroom.

Ichigo slowly stood up and followed him. "I'm so sorry, babe. I didn't... he doesn't – ugh we had a deal. I'm going to murder that bastard."

"It's alright," Toushiro muttered, yanking open a few drawers and pulling out the antiseptic and a few adhesive bandages.

"You're bleeding." Worry was evident in his voice.

"It's okay, Ichigo. This is nothing." He dabbed at the bite on his neck with a soaked cotton ball, wincing at the slight sting.

Ichigo came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. He bent over and rested his face against the crown of his head and breathed deeply. Toushiro could feel his chest expand against his back. He put down the antiseptic and cotton ball and placed his palms over Ichigo's hands.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

Toushiro sighed, patting his hands. "It's okay. It's just a few small cuts."

"I can usually control him; I don't know what happened."

"It's okay; you were probably tired as well." Toushiro shook his head. He hadn't thought about how Ichigo would take losing control like that. He couldn't even begin to imagine having to live with a hollow inside him, always having to be on guard and overpowering it. Ichigo amazed him sometimes. He brought one of his hands to his mouth and gently kissed it.

"Help me dress this."

He turned around in Ichigo's embrace and held up the box of bandages. The corner of Ichigo's mouth flickered upwards.

This prompt was from ShiroHalla. I honestly don't think Ichigo's hollow would have gotten very far; Toushiro would notice instantly.

Up next is NicoZi.

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-Mymomomo