Chapter 18: Alcohol and idiots mix quite well

You think you know real fluff? Think again. I'm gonna give you the ultimate fluff.

The songs for this chapter are:

Mai Yamane - Tasogare (thanks to georg-prime for suggesting it) and Tatsuro Yamashita – Sparkle. Play them when they're coming up.

"…And then he actually got up and put it on. He looked like a mixture between Vegeta and a mermaid. Hair, muscles, tail and all."

In a sudden burst of laughter, the silver head threw his head back and held his side, almost rolling off the sofa. "I bet that's when you all finally got rid of the whipped cream, huh?"

"You bet." He couldn't refrain a smile as well and took a sip of his beer. "We all started cramming it up Yamazaki's shoes instead."

"So, when did he finally realize he's about to be paired up with his lover from hell?"

"Not until Sougo came in… dressed as Bulma including mini skirt and wig."

He gurgled, and his body shook from laughter. "That must've been awesome to see."

The dark-haired man closed his eyes and emptied the beer can, putting in back on the table. They were both a bit tipsy, but not much. Hijikata leaned back again and glanced over to him, placing his head in his hand and propping his arm on the back of the sofa. A smile was on his lips. "Well, not if you're the one having to eat nattō pizza*."

"You'd eat it, though, would you?" Gintoki grinned and wrapped one arm over his head, eyeballing him from his lying position. "With enough mayonnaise?"

"Everything tastes better with mayonnaise. But yeah… this would even be my limit." And he liked nattō with enough soy sauce and mayo.

The Yorozuya shivered and shook his head unbelievingly. "You're crazy if you'd eat that. I'm almost throwing up just by the thought of it…"

"That's exactly what Sasaki did after he snorted the shaving cream."

Both men were laughing before their eyes met once more in a warm, comfortable glance. They had been curled up on the Yorozuya's sofas for a while now, enjoying some beer and snacks. It was this kind of lazy Saturday evening that came only once every blue moon. They had the apartment for themselves and nobody bothered them. Together they had made dinner, okonomiyaki with shrimp, washed the dishes and watched some drama series. It was a nice change. Almost peaceful.

The silver head was wearing a white kimono with blue checkers on the fringes and had thrown a reddishly orange haori over it. It was October now and the depressing heat had finally made way to a constant, chilling breeze. His fingernails were painted red because Kagura had put some crimson nail polish on him earlier that day to practice her skills. Hijikata, in turn, was wearing a dark pale blue yukata and anthracite haori that suited him perfectly. Both of them had had one or two beers too many and started getting audacious. Neither of them minded.

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"Would have loved to be there." Gintoki hummed, looking at his boyfriend with a smitten look on his face.

"Well, maybe next time, you'll get an invitation from Sougo." Hijikata replied grinning, teasing him.

"Why? Is my boyfriend not gonna invite me? How hurtful!"

"If you'd give me something in return, I might."

"Like what? Am I not already the perfect boyfriend? Showering you with love and constant support?"

"Constant support?" He never sounded more affronted.

"Name one time I didn't do that!"

"I can name fifty! Starting with you insulting me for eating mayonnaise."

"But that's just because I care about you. And because it's fucking disgusting. You should really stop doing that. And stop smoking while you're at it. Or else you'll turn impotent."

"Tsk, only if you stop eating so many sweets. You're begging for diabetes."

"You saying you're sweet enough for me?"

"I'm not but go on."

"Well if I shouldn't eat sweets, then what am I supposed to eat? Everything else tastes like shit."

"Checkmate."

"Oi, don't act all high and mighty." Gin smirked and lay on his side again to watch him over the coffee table. "Smart-ass."

Grinning cockily as well, Hijikata munched a senbei cracker. "Don't be such a sore loser. If you can't make a good wager, then I'm sorry but you're not invited."

"How about we have a little contest then?" Competitively, Gin sat up and reached for the bowl of nuts on the table. "If I manage to throw this peanut into your mouth, we're going to the next Shinsengumi party together."

"That's stupid. I don't want to invite you, so I'm gonna make sure you won't hit my mouth." The policeman replied, intrigued.

"Fair enough. Then you throw it and if I can catch it with my mouth, you have to invite me."

"Sure. I love to see you lose."

Gin flashed a dirty, yet amused grin. "Wo-ho. Big words, Vice Chief. Let's set up some basic rules then."

"Like what?"

"First: You have to at least try to aim for my mouth. It has to be possible for me to catch."

"Fine. Second: If you don't catch it, you're gonna accept your loss."

"Since I'm not gonna lose, I can vouch for that."

"Great then." Obviously challenged, Hijikata took a peanut and grinned. "Let's see if you can catch it then. If you can't, you will not be invited to the next party and won't come either."

Smugly, he waved his hand, challenging him to a duel. "Less talking, more throwing."

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Spurred by the competition, the officer prepared himself, rolling his right arm as if he wanted to throw a home run. His stupid boyfriend just grinned at that, preparing himself as well. And sure enough, when Hijikata threw the peanut, he actually caught it, even though it took him a lot of moving to correct the trajectory.

When the nut landed on his tongue, Gin jumped up and threw his fists in the air, growling in excitement. "YEEEEEESSSS!"

"Hmph. That was just luck." He grimaced.

"Sure, just luck." The Yorozuya's grin was haughty. "And yet, you have to invite me next time. I want a formal invitation by the way. Like these Western wedding invitations with calligraphy and shit."

"Urgh…" Realizing what he had done, the cop held his head. "Fine. But you're not allowed to tease me!"

"Oh, come on! We all know by now that you love it when I tease you!"

"Not if you pair up with the king of sadists!"

"Well, I won't… if you make me miss the next peanut."

Blue eyes flashed, challenged. "Great! But if you can't catch it, you will not only not team up with Sougo, but also tease him instead!"

"Oho-hoo! Sounds like a wager! Just throw it then!"

"Oh, I'm gonna throw it!" Hijikata snarled and readied his throwing arm again.

Before the silver head could even spur him on even more, the peanut was already in the air. This time, not as nicely. It was an almost straight trajectory, just like a baseball throw. For some reason or another, it landed directly in his mouth though. His reflexes really were something.

This time, Gintoki just grinned smugly and cackled maliciously. "Well, honey. I hope, you're looking forward to the next Shinsengumi get-together~."

Now, the Vice Chief was really mad. He growled and didn't understand what was happening. "Grrr, okay! But if you miss the next one, you're not gonna talk about our sex life!"

"Bring it on, handsome."

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This time, Hijikata really made sure he wouldn't get it. He threw the peanut with such an amount of force, it would probably drill a hole through the wall. His aim was a bit messy because of all the alcohol and anger bubbling up inside of him, so the nut ended up flying way higher than he expected.

Still, the Yorozuya jumped into the air, made a flip, caught the peanut and gracefully landed on the sofa. Flipping his curls away in an overdramatic fashion, he started to grin and munch.

"Don't worry, babe. I'll try not to reveal too much."

His jaw dropped, Hijikata shook his head in utter disbelieve. "How the f*ck do you do that?"

"Well, I'm a Yorozuya after all. I can do anything." Pleased, Gintoki slumped down on the couch again and gave him his smuggest smile. "Don't estimate the resilience of the poor."

"Somehow I feel that's nothing you should be proud of…"

"Time to switch." Confidently, Gin took another peanut and rolled it between his thumbs. "If you dare to challenge me, cherry boy*."

A tense smile appeared on his lips, but his eyes were twitching, and a throbbing vein spurted off his temple. "Sure, bring it on."

A dirty grin conquered most of his face. "If you catch the nut, you're going to stop smoking for a week."

"Nothing easier than that."

"And if you miss, you'll stop smoking for a month."

"A month?!"

Gin chuckled. "You scared? Wanna forfeit?"

"Grrr… never! Throw the damn thing already!"

He just loved to drive the handsome cop to this point. He would give him a fair chance, however. With playful elegance, he flipped the nut in his direction. Dead-set on winning, Hijikata lashed out towards it, but it was bouncing off his chin instead. Upon realizing what this meant, his face became ghostly pale.

"…That's… that's cheating! We have to do it again! I'm calling for a rematch!"

"No, it's not." Gin chuckled, pleased with the result. "I was even throwing it normally. Accept your fate, sweetheart."

"Never!" Just getting started, Hijikata growled and his face looked unhealthy. "Do it again! This time, if I catch it, you'll have to stop eating sweets for one month, too!"

"Nah, I'm good. Thanks." Waving, he leaned back and closed his eyes. "I love sweets just too much."

"Grr, you bastard!"

"How about this?" He flashed his most charming smile. "We'll just practice normally and when you're at my level, we'll start with the betting again."

The officer's eye twitched and there was his unnerved smile again. "…your level?"

"Come on. I'm offering you a fair chance! You know you have to take it!"

"Grrr…"

"Ok, last one then." Gin leaned forward and took another peanut, holding it up demonstratively. "If you can catch it, I'm gonna give you a kiss."

Hijikata blushed. Just a little bit. "…And if not?"

"Then you're gonna give me a kiss. Whereeeeever I want."

He pursed his lips, visibly intrigued. "…What kind of wager is that?"

"A good one, I'd say." Kicking back his head a bit, showing his teeth, Gintoki bit his lower lip. "Open your mouth, sweetheart."

Darn it. Why couldn't he resist him when he was like that? The policeman lowered his eyelids and reluctantly opened his mouth. This time, Gin really tried to aim, and he was good, too. A second later, the nut landed in his boyfriend's mouth. With a red shimmer on his cheeks, Hijikata glared at him and pursed his lips.

Gintoki couldn't refrain from laughing at that. He stood up and walked to the other couch in a relaxed swagger. Pushing just his right knee into the cushion, he leaned down until his curls were tickling his boyfriend's nose. The sudden closeness took a toll on the policeman and he could feel his barriers crumbling, his anger evaporating. Looking up into those crimson eyes, he tried not to show who easily he had been swayed. But when the silver head put his hand on his cheek and ran his fingers over his neck, he felt his heart sinking in his boots.

When his lips came even closer and he could almost taste his breath, Hijikata shivered. Gin's voice was infatuating. "…Mind if I kiss you now, Vice Chief?"

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Just a low grumble and he pulled him closer, forcing their lips to meet. Gin had to chortle at that, even under the kiss. Letting out an approving hum, he sat down on his boyfriend's thigh and cupped his other cheek as well. Their tongues met in a long, sweet moment. Hijikata's kissing was wilder, letting out the frustration about losing, but his lover was able to tame him with just a few soft kisses. With no ill intentions, Gin's fingers were grazing his skin, his thumb rolling over his neck and jaw. He enjoyed this closeness, the way his paramour clearly loved it but was too stubborn to admit.

Placing a last, soft kiss on his lips, the Yorozuya leaned back again and looked down into his steel blue eyes with a smitten smile. "…'we good?"

His eyes closed, and he breathed out, visibly shaken. "Yeah…"

With strong hands, Gintoki pushed his head back just enough to kiss him again. Then, he slumped down at his side of the couch and cuddled up next to him. Kissing his neck, he was reaching for his hand to intertwine their fingers. Content, he placed his head on Hijikata's shoulder and started playing with his fingers.

"By the way, how did you like the live movie adaption?"

The police officer needed a moment to calm down, to get used to the feeling of holding hands. It was nice. Really nice. Both of them weren't the types for public displays of affection. At least not genuine one. But here, where nobody was watching, it was easier. Being alone with him made so many things easier…

"…The Benizakura one? …Dunno really… How did you like it?" He finally managed.

"I liked it." Gin closed his eyes and was rubbing his thumb over the back of Hijikata's hand. "I like Oguri Shun as my actor. He makes me look so manly. Also, I like how they expanded the story. Hashimoto Kanna was really cute as Kagura as well. I mean, they did a good job meeting the expectations of a live action for an anime. They knew everyone was going to be skeptical at first. I loved the way they dragged Elizabeth."

"Yeah, maybe." The officer squeezed his hand and felt his heartbeat going faster. "I guess the cast for Shinpachi and Sougo were pretty spot on. They really looked like real-life versions of them."

"Oi, don't talk so lowly of Yagira Yuuya. He looked awesome as you. And the fighting scene with you and Nizou was so hot. If I had ovaries, they would have exploded at that."

He blushed. What the fuck was he rambling on about? "Yeah, yeah. He's hot. I get it."

"No, he's hot alright!" A grin and Gin nuzzled his perm against his boyfriend's neck. It tickled. "I would totally have a threesome with both of you. Sometimes I dream about that at night."

Head as red as a tomato now, Hijikata closed his eyes, pressed his lips shut and leaned his temple against silver locks. "I… I see… Well, I wonder how the new one will be like."

"Ah yeah, once the readers read this chapter, it'll be out already, won't it?" Gintoki cuddled even more against him and found inexplicable joy in holding hands with him. "It's going to be the Shinsengumi crisis arc, right? I'm looking forward to seeing your pathetic otaku self again, hehehe. And boy, our scene in the police car. I love that one. I really hope they'll cover it. Maybe, they even include more cool fighting scenes. Maybe even you and I together? That would be awesome."

Trying not to be swayed by that, Hijikata focused on the conversation at hand. "Well, with the manga proceeding in a different direction, we're way off canon now anyway. Might as well enjoy it."

"Heh, that's true. You think Eniell knows?"

"Probably."

"Yeah." Gintoki was chuckling at that. "We'll forever be stuck in this in-between time continuum where the end wasn't yet decided, and she thought everything will just stay the same after we defeat Utsuro."

"Well, to be fair, no one expected Sorachi to pull such an 'ending'."

"They should have, though. I mean, he has always been a huge troll." The Yorozuya closed his eyes now, enjoying the sensation of their skins rubbing together. "But it's nice either way, isn't it? This kind of ending right here."

"…Yeah…" Holding his breath and allowing a soft smile to adorn his lips, Hijikata leaned in closer and placed a kiss on silver locks. "…it is."

Two beers and a package of cheese Jagariko* later, Hijikata had found his way into Gintoki's arms.

For reasons he couldn't remember, he had sat down on his lap, one arm around his neck and legs dangling down to one side. In turn, Gintoki had wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's hips and held him tight while leaning back on the backrest of the sofa. Maybe they were a bit tipsy. But at this moment, they couldn't care less. They were both chuckling, enjoying the unusual closeness.

"You're surprisingly heavy, babe. Stop eating mayonnaise already. You'll get fat."

Hijikata was smiling like the love-struck idiot he was. "Shut up. Even while being fat, I'd be kicking your ass."

"Would you now?" Gin's hug was tight, his hand locked around his other ankle. "Well, I have to admit… you were kinda cute as Tenko."

"You don't say." The policeman's lips pursed in amusement. He was leaning onto him, his head partly on Gintoki's shoulder, partly on the backrest.

"I'd probably even shag with you in your Tenko form. Just to see you squeal under me."

"Is sex all you ever think about? Keep it in your pants, man."

The silver head smirked and gazed into blue eyes, getting irretrievably lost in them. "What? Wouldn't you bone Ginko?"

"Probably not."

"That's so cruel! Why not? Is it because you're so very, very gay? Because you wouldn't know how to pleasure a woman?"

Hijikata closed his eyes and laughed at that, pinching his cheek. "Come on, that would just be weird. I don't wanna have sex with another version of you."

"So, you just wanna have sex with me and me only?" Gin gurgled and leaned in closer until the tips of their noses touched.

"Maybe." The cop replied grinning, returning the gaze. It wasn't like him. It wasn't like him at all. But he couldn't help it. It was so easy to let his guard down around him.

"Ohh…" Snickering, his eyelids lowered, and he bit his nose. "You're so fucking gay, buddy."

"If I'm gay, what are you then?" Enjoying this, Hijikata returned the bite.

"I'm a proud bisexual. With a slight preference for handsome Vice Chiefs." For a moment, he tightened the hug and pulled him closer.

"I see…" Almost choking on the broad smile adorning his face, the man with the olive-brown hair decided to kiss him. Their lips joining together felt like the most natural thing in the world. Behind closed doors, it became easier to show genuine affection. When they were alone, it was easy to open up. At this very moment, he was bursting over with happiness.

Savoring the taste of his tongue, the policeman placed a last kiss on soft lips before leaning back again. His eyes were flickering, glowing.

"Should really see yourself." Gin chuckled. "You look like a high school girl thinking about her crush."

"'That a bad thing?"

"No." To be honest, Gintoki didn't look much different. "…'s just that you're the demonic Vice Chief… a thorny… a dirty cop. …This soft expression doesn't suit you."

"Well, you better get used to it then." Teasingly, Hijikata grabbed his chin and pushed it upwards, so Gintoki had to bend his head. "Besides, everybody loves a cool, tough-looking character with a soft side."

A laugh. "Sorry, honey. But you lost your label as a cool character looong ago."

"Look who's talking. You look like you're head over heels for me."

"Well, but my soft, romantic side was introduced right from the beginning. So that's no surprise." Gin tilted his head to escape his boyfriends grasp and kissed his fingers instead. "I don't have a reputation to lose."

"I never asked for a reputation as a demon. And if it could be ruined by something like this, then I don't need such a lousy reputation either." Hijikata let him kiss his hand and brushed his fingertips against his lips and chin.

"Big words." Gintoki smiled and gazed at him like there was nothing else in the room. "What would Okita-kun say?"

"Does that matter? He tortures me no matter what I do. You could really stand up for me more instead of piling up on his bullshit every time."

A mischievous chuckle. "Ah, you're probably right. But you're just so cute when we tease you. I can't resist."

"I bet you couldn't even prank Sougo if you tried." A rebellious grin appeared on his face.

"Oh? Is that a challenge?"

"It definitely is. But I don't think you could pull it off."

"Ohhhh…." The silver-head's grin almost blew up his face. "…You're a sly one… Don't think this works on me, though."

"'You telling me it doesn't?" And he returned it in equal parts.

Sniggering, Gin snapped at him now, suddenly drawing him closer and wildly kissing his collarbone. Hijikata immediately cringed and began squirming, laughing out loud.

"Ah- stop!"

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"You ticklish?" Gin chortled.

Trying to break free, Hijikata hit his head, still snickering. "-m not! That's unfair! Let me go!"

Of course, he didn't. Instead, he just rubbed his nose against the nape of his neck, making him squirm in laughter. "As if!"

Laughing, yet lovingly, the policeman wrapped both arms around his neck and pressed him into his chest, restricting his movements in doing so. "Come on, Gintoki. Stop it already."

Smiling like a lovelorn fool, the Yorozuya decided to cut him some slack. He didn't want to upset him today. He would have plenty of times to use his new secret weapon, after all. So, the silver head chuckled and kissed his neck, deepening the hug. His boyfriend smelled so good. He couldn't get enough of that.

"Fine then. I'll let you off the hook this time. But you owe me one."

"For what?" Hijikata was still a bit breathless from laughing. His fingers were getting lost in soft curls. He could do this forever.

"For not abusing my newly found superpower." A soft kiss on his collarbone.

"The only superpower you have is to not die because of diabetes."

"You know how many people would kill for that? That's a super cool superpower. What's yours? Not having constant diarrhea from eating mayonnaise 24/7?"

Amused, he pulled his hair back so that he had to look up into his eyes. He tried a mocking smile, but ultimately Hijikata's features were as soft as the first snow in winter. "How about: Putting up with you and not dumping your sorry ass?"

A throaty chuckle vibrated inside of the silver head's throat, making it sound like a purr. "Okay, that's a good superpower, I give you that."

A smug grin on his lips, he leaned down, enjoying the upper hand for once. He really wanted to kiss him but held back. "I know. So, you better stay on my good side, curly head."

With a lovely smile, Gin gazes into his eyes. It was so easy to get lost in them. To drown in this deep blue. His lungs were filling up with suffocating love, forcing him to hold his breath. It was alright. He didn't want to be saved. He was hopeless now, anyway.

Instinctively, he raised his hand and let his fingers brush away a strand of black hair. Grazing his cheek, his fingertips started tingling. He felt his heart starting to race. "Toushirou… Dance with me."

"Dance?" Hijikata raised a brow but his lips were still curved into a smile.

"Yeah. You still owe me one. A real one."

"What's that even supposed to mean?"

His fingers traced his temples, his jaw and back again. "I wanna dance with you, right here. Right now. For real this time. …Katsura's jukebox has some nice songs."

The black-haired man was still holding his head, rubbing his thumb over his neck. "…I'm sorry. I can't dance."

"I'll teach you."

Their eyes were locked in an intimate moment. While Hijikata was scrutinizing his boyfriend, Gintoki was leaning back, hiding nothing.

Finally, the smile of the man with the olive-brown hair widened and his eyes gleamed.

"…Sure. Let's try."

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Not being able to hide his massive grin, Gin finally disentangled them and walked to the giant jukebox. It was an old one, from the 80ties and it was filled with a broad variety of songs from that time period. The Yorozuya loved old things, especially when they were Japanese. So, in a way, this had been the perfect gift. He had to thank Katsura again, he guessed. But right now, he just pressed one of the buttons and turned around, slowly walking back while the machine started working.

The policeman was already waiting for him, standing in the open space next to the couch, a soft expression on his lips. Gintoki had to smile at that, stepped closer and grabbed his hands. He took the lead, placing Hijikata's left hand on his shoulder and his own on his hip. The jukebox was slow but eventually started playing the song. As the music of Tasogare began playing, Gintoki's heart was beating faster already.

"Let's begin simple. 'You know how to waltz?"

"Seen it a couple of times, but never tried it before."

"It's easy, just follow me."

Following the slow, steady rhythm of the drums, Gintoki began moving. One step to the side, one step forward and back to the side. In the andante rhythm of the song, it was easy to follow up, even though the dance didn't quite match the song. The man in the dark kimono was actually not bad at this. He got the hang of it in a matter of moments and when the silver head voiced a throaty chuckle, he looked up and smiled at him.

Returning the smile, they started moving in synch, slowly, ever so slowly dancing to the song. It was a weird feeling. Their rough hands touching, fingers intertwined, gazes tightly locked. It was easy losing themselves in the moment, the smooth melody of the song. Her voice was low and raspy, singing of yearning and heartbreak. They were so close now, tasting each other's breaths on their lips.

It made Gintoki's heart skip a beat. Truth be told, he had listened to this song a lot, thinking of his paramour. He was a romantic, even though it was hard to show or convey these feelings for him. He found it easier just messing around, overplaying this side of him with sadism and bluntness. But, if he was completely honest, he had wanted to dance with someone for a long time. He had wanted to fall in love for such a long time. To feel what it was like to really love someone, body, and soul. Somewhere along the line, he had given up on that, thinking it would never happen.

And yet, here he was. Holding the man he loved in his arms, gently swaying to the melancholic sound of the guitar.

His heart ached from all the love that was filling his very soul.

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"How come you can do this?" The officer's voice was low, a smiling whisper.

"Well…" Pulling him closer into a tight hug, his eyelids lowered on their own. Their noses almost touched. "I'm a Yorozuya. …I can do anything."

Pleased, Hijikata's eyes closed and he let him take the lead completely. Their bodies were so close now, it was hard to continue dancing. So, they proceeded to softly rocking their bodies around, dancing through the room one step at a time, hands still intertwined. Both of their hearts were racing, throbbing against their rips in this unusual closeness.

Slowly, black hair was tickling his neck, as Toushirou placed his head on his shoulder. His nose was softly snuggling up to Gintoki's neck and his breath was a warm wave crushing against his skin. It gave him goosebumps. And at the same time, he couldn't refrain a smile. The demonic Vice Commander of the Shinsengumi lying in his arms, resting his tired head on his shoulder… who would have known?

Gintoki closed his eyes as well, losing himself in the moment. He felt his heartbeat on his tongue in harmony with the slow beat of the drums. His heart was so full. Filled with his boyfriend's smell, the warmth of his body snuggling up to him and the interlude of the electric guitar. It hurt. His heart hurt because he couldn't believe he had found this happiness. It couldn't take the love consuming his whole soul. It couldn't bear the weight of the endless bliss that filled him from head to toe.

The silver head just smiled.

He was at home.

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When the song slowly began to fade, their dancing slowed down. As the music died, they stood in the middle of the room, tangled in a tight embrace, not wanting to let go. Warily, the Yorozuya's nose grazed his and their eyes met again. Both their gazes were clouded, yet they couldn't suppress a smile. The air between them grew thicker. Their lips were so close. They could almost taste the other through the short distance.

Leaning in to kiss the other was a natural reflex.

However, before their lips could meet in a liberating touch, the jukebox cracked, and the next song started to play. The cheerful tune made them stop in their tracks. It was Tatsuro Yamashita's "Sparkle".

After a long, silent moment, both men had to chuckle. The song was so light-hearted and jubilant, they couldn't help but smile from ear to ear.

"So, how're you gonna dance to this then?" Hijikata wanted to know, taking a step back.

"Oh well…" Gin smirked and stepped back as well. In a flash, he raised his arm, forcing the cop to twist and fall backwards into his arms. "Like this?"

A light, blissful laughter shook Toushirou and he squeezed Gintoki's hand, trying not to topple over backwards. "I can't dance like this!"

Twisting and turning him back, Gin continued to hold his hand. His grin was crazy now, as he was shaking his body in a weird way. It reminded the officer a lot of the disco style in the 70ties. "Don't think too much, honey! Just feel the music and have fun!"

Seeing his funny, funky dancing, Hijikata couldn't help but smile. He was such a goofball. Still, he was hesitant to move, playing hard to get. "You look ridiculous."

"Well, that was what I was going for!" With his irresistible charm, he wheeled himself into his boyfriend's arms and back.

Chuckling, Hijikata just watched him but didn't let go of his hand. "Congratulations then."

"Come on, sweetheart…" Gin curled his finger, inviting him to join. "Dance with me."

Shaking his head, a giant smile adorning his features, the cop finally gave in, starting to slowly move to the music. "You're a moron… honey."

As Gintoki spun him around, Hijikata almost tripped and fell right into his arms again. Getting him on his feet again in a matter of seconds, the silver head initiated a very weird version of the cha cha cha. His boyfriend didn't even care anymore. He was following his lead, letting loose for once in a while.

And so they danced around the apartment, laughing from the bottom of their hearts.

Annotations:

*Nattō is a Japanese specialty, which is fermented beans (often used for tourists to test their courage). It's slimy and looks and feels like runny snot. Now imagine it on a pizza…

*Cherry boy is an inside joke from the Thorny arc (manga 365-370, anime 244-247).

*Jagariko is my absolute favorite brand of Japanese snacks (next to onigiri/nori senbei). Try one if you ever have the chance

For more fluff, check out hayashii's "In ways we are similar" on ao3! Their drabbles are so cute!

PS: Also, I will most likely commission someone soon to draw a scene from IchigoMayo and I need your help! Which scene would you like to see in color? I'm having a hard time deciding.