Toushiro stumbled from the warmth of the bed and Yukio's arms the next morning. Even after what they had done last night, he still couldn't find it in himself to be idle while the day began. He wiggled out of Yukio's arms, and threw back the sheets. Yukio grumbled softly, yanking a pillow to his stomach and curling around it. The room was slightly chilled from the AC, and Toushiro scoffed as Yukio snuggled deeper into the sheets. Toushiro, despite being naked, was unaffected by the temperature, even though the floor was cold against his feet. He leaned over Yukio, brushing his hair from his face and pressing his lips to his temple before heading to the bathroom. They were due to go back to the Soul Society today, and he had yet to try out the bathtub.

He managed to figure out which knobs to turn to get the water flowing and added a few drops of Yukio's sweet-smelling soap. As he waited for the tub to fill he picked up his toothbrush. He had expected to feel a bit more tired this morning considering last night's activities, but the only thing he felt was a warm almost giddying feeling. Even though he had been preparing himself mentally for sex, he was somewhat relieved that Yukio wanted to talk a bit more before they took things further. He wasn't sure if Yukio knew that he was a virgin, but regardless they did need to talk some more. Still, last night had been incredible, if the amount of love-bites on his neck and collar bones had anything to say about it. And, he tilted his head to the side to for a better view, was that a bite mark? He washed out his mouth and brought his fingers to his neck, rising onto his toes and leaning over the sink. The mark there was larger than the others that littered his neck and shoulders. It was already a deep purple, but in the centre were clotted over teeth-marks. His eyebrows rose as he prodded the mark. He vaguely remembered Yukio biting him when he, um, last night. His cheeks turned red.

"That's a view I could get used to." He jumped slightly when Yukio's reflection appeared in the mirror. He leaned against the door frame, unashamed in his nakedness. Toushiro felt his skin prickle slightly, and he didn't have to look to know that Yukio was staring at his butt. Toushiro shook his head, rocking back on his heels and glancing over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. Yukio grinned cheekily. "Good morning, babe." He came up behind Toushiro and pulled him to his chest, wrapping his arms around his waist and dipping his head to kiss his shoulder.

"What are you doing up?"

Yukio shrugged. "The fuck if I know."

Toushiro rolled his eyes and butted the back of his head against Yukio's chest. Yukio chuckled softly, swallowing a yawn and Toushiro rested his hands on top of his wrists. "Well, good morning in that case."

He looked back to the mirror, their eyes meeting in the reflection. "Actually, I like this view better." He tightened his arms around Toushiro's waist, and set his chin against the crook of his neck. Toushiro winced as Yukio pressed against the bite mark, causing the boy to draw back and examine his neck.

"Ah, shit, did I do that? Sorry, didn't mean to break the skin."

"It's fine," Toushiro mumbled. It didn't hurt, and he had had much worse. A bite mark was nothing compared to getting a leg cut off. Yukio pressed a light kiss to the middle of the bruise in apology.

"Sorry, should have like warned you." His cheeks flushed slightly. "I like biting." Toushiro raised an eyebrow. "And you didn't seem to mind, the way you were holding onto me." He indicated a series of finger-sized bruises on his bicep.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay, babe. I like your strength, it's sexy."

Toushiro rolled his eyes before pulling from Yukio's arms and glancing to check if the tub was filled enough. He turned off the faucet and tested the temperature, swirling a handful of foam around his wrist.

"Oh, are we having a bath?" Yukio asked excitedly.

Toushiro hesitated for a second. There would be no harm in bathing together, not after last night anyway. Besides, they were both standing in the bathroom naked, and who knew when they would be able to do this again. He felt himself blush for the hundredth time that morning.

"Get the towels."

Yukio grinned widely, crossing the bathroom with wide, quick steps and scooped Toushiro up in his arms, capturing his lips before he had time to protest. He threw his arms around Yukio's neck to stop himself from falling over, but only managed to crash into the boy. Yukio braced his feet on the shaggy bathmat and wrapped his arms around Toushiro's waist. Toushiro sighed into the kiss, giving in despite the rough start. His hands found their place in Yukio's hair as the heat of his mouth took over his senses. Yukio intended the kiss to be deep and slow; his mouth moved as if to suck Toushiro in, and Toushiro had no objections, tilting his head for a better angle. Yukio dragged his hands up and down Toushiro's back, pressing his nails into the muscle and sending electrifying jolts up his spine. He leaned further into Yukio, arching his back. His skin was so smooth and warm against his, even his hands were soft. Hands that were now trailing down his sides, across the dip in his spine, then made their home on his ass. He smiled into the kiss; he was wondering how long it would take Yukio to do that. He began mercilessly kneading, grabbing handfuls of muscle. Toushiro's breath hitched and Yukio drew back slightly, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth and tugging gently. Toushiro soothed the spot on his lip with his tongue after Yukio released it with a pop. They stared at each other for a moment and Toushiro felt his heart rate pick up pace as he stared into those green, green eyes. His hair was mussed from sleep, the hairpins barely holding on as wild, pale locks stuck up every which way. He moved one of his hands from the back of Yukio's head, to smooth away a lock of hair that was dangling between his eyes. He slid one of the hair pins, flicking it behind them, and raked his fingers through his hair. Yukio's eyes fluttered shut and he pressed his head into Toushiro's palm. There was another small mole on his left ear lobe; Toushiro catalogued it for later.

"Maybe we should get into the bath before the water goes cold?" Toushiro suggested softly.

"Or we could just like reheat it later," Yukio answered with a devious smirk.

Toushiro was about to argue, but Yukio stopped him by roughly groping his ass. He nearly lifted him right off his feet, and crashed their pelvises together. Toushiro squawked, grabbing onto Yukio's shoulders. But now his heart was racing and a familiar heat was building in his stomach. Yukio was chewing his bottom lip, his eyes sparkling mischievously. Fine, two could play at that game. He grabbed a handful of Yukio's ass, grinning smugly when the boy hissed and jumped. It was rather soft, like the rest of him, muscle under a layer of fat. It jiggled when Toushiro grabbed it. Yukio seemed to be at a loss for words for a moment and Toushiro began to worry that he had crossed a line. He withdrew his hands, only to have Yukio grab one of his wrists.

"I was not expecting that, babe," he said then winked. "Like it when you're handsy."

"You are insufferable." He let his hands settle on Yukio's hips.

"That's not what you said last night."

"You weren't insufferable last night."

...

It felt almost strange to be back in the Seireitei. He had rather enjoyed his week off with Yukio, although, he would never admit it aloud. They had arrived back on Sunday evening and things around the Tenth were moving at a lazy amble. Come Monday morning, however, Toushiro would hit the ground running. He headed to his quarters intending to prepare for the day tomorrow, Yukio in tow.

"Actually, do you wanna like go get dinner?" Yukio asked, suddenly grabbing his hand. "You know, before you're too busy to even breathe."

The corners of Toushiro's mouth flickered upwards. "Okay."

Yukio bounced on the balls of his feet. "Awesome I'm literally starving. Where do you wanna go?"

"You pick."

Yukio wrinkled his nose as he twined their fingers together. "Fair enough, if you chose we'd end up in the one place that like only sold rice."

Not many people were around that night; their walk to the restaurant was fairly quite. Toushiro nodded in greeting at the few soldiers that they met on their way.

"So I'm guessing like not many people know about us." Yukio said, glancing over his shoulder at the shinigami who had just passed them.

"What do you mean?"

"That we're a couple. You didn't notice that he was staring at our hands?"

Toushiro glanced down to their clasped hands. It wasn't a secret, but it wasn't like he was going to make an announcement to the whole of the Gotei Thirteen. "They'll find out when they find out. I'm sure with Matsumoto, it won't take long."

Yukio chuckled. "So you don't want to keep this a secret?"

"If I did, I wouldn't have let you mark me. Did you want to?"

Yukio seemed startled. "Oh, no... I guess things are different here. You'll see what I mean in a few days."

...

He expected Yukio to be late for training that morning, and didn't bat an eye when the boy came scurrying into the training yard still yawning. Toushiro folded his arms across his chest in an effort not to look as amused as he felt.

"Mornin', babe," Yukio muttered, coming up to Toushiro to give him a tired kiss.

"Good morning."

"It's not good yet. You know how hard it is for me to wake up, can we like have lessons at a more reasonable time?"

"No." Toushiro had never seen Yukio look more disgruntled. "We're going on a run today, since last week was predominantly mass building."

Yukio nodded, stretching his arms above his head. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt today, and gave Toushiro an excellent view of his arm muscles as he stretched. He led him to the same waterfall they had sparred at before. Yukio's speed had increased since the last time and they made it there a bit sooner than Toushiro had intended. The sound of the water flowing was soothing, as Toushiro took a few deep breaths through his nose. Yukio had wandered to the edge of the pool, hands on his waist as he caught his breath. Maybe Toushiro had pushed a little too hard during the run. He, himself, felt slightly winded. He glanced at the sun, which was just starting to rise and send warming rays above the treetops, and decided that they had time for a short break. If they ran overtime he could always get them back with shunpo, and he knew that fullbringers had their own variation.

Yukio had removed his socks and shoes and was dipping his feet into the pond. Toushiro shook his head at how he had assumed that they would take a break before he had said anything.

"That's cold," Yukio hissed, drawing back his foot and hopping slightly.

"What did you expect? It runs from high in the mountains."

He stuck out his tongue. "So are we gonna like spar again?"

"Yes. Same rules as before; land a clean hit."

Yukio clicked his tongue, but moved to a clear spot on the bank of the pool. He set his shoes down on a rock and turned to face Toushiro, holding up his fists in the defensive way Toushiro had taught him. "Okay, let's go."

Yukio had improved since the last time they had spared here. Toushiro found himself having to concentrate a bit more and move just the smallest bit faster to avoid his blows. Yukio's eyes shone with concentration, as he examined Toushiro's movements and evaluated ways to attack. Toushiro felt his mouth spread into a satisfied grin as he blocked one of his punches. Maybe it was time to take things up a notch. He changed his stance slightly, shifting from defensive to offensive. In a normal fight that move would have been careless and leave him wide open to attacks, but Yukio was still learning. Green eyes widened when he realised what Toushiro had done. He quickly put some space between them and brought his arms up to protect his body. Good, Toushiro thought, he had picked up on the change in position pretty quickly and acted accordingly. He sent a punch at Yukio's shoulder, grinning when the boy blocked it and took another step back. He tested Yukio's responses to a series of jabs from either side, pulling back when he managed to slip past his defences so as not to hurt him. He tried a few kicks next, swinging his leg at his side. Yukio spun away at the very last second, using the side of his arm to stop it from lading. His hissed loudly as Toushiro's foot came into contact with his arm, and drew back further shaking it off. Toushiro winced internally, there was going to be bruised tomorrow. He allowed Yukio a few moments respite, before swopping in again.

Within a few seconds he managed to slip past with a punch to his sternum. It would have been a painful blow if he hadn't pulled it at the last second. He shook his head; Yukio could do better than that. He adjusted his speed again and darted to Yukio's back as he neared the edge of the water. A few more steps and he would have fallen in. They also needed to work on spatial awareness it seemed. Yukio spun around, fists up and darted away from the pool. Toushiro followed, throwing another punch that would have easily landed on Yukio's shoulder if he had let it.

"You're getting sloppy," he chided.

Yukio clenched his jaw. "I thought you would go easy on me."

"I am going easy on you. I could have won this match at least five times in the past few minutes."

"You're exaggerating."

Toushiro raised an eyebrow. Jumping closer to Yukio, he pivoted on his left leg, sending his right towards Yukio's head. He stopped his kick centimetres from Yukio's ear, before the boy even had time to react. Yukio blinked a few times, obviously stunned.

"See." Toushiro struggled to keep the smugness out of his voice.

Yukio chuckled softly. "So you can do a split."

Toushiro raised an eyebrow, glancing at his leg which was still raised high in the air, and sighed. He lowered it to rest his heel on Yukio's shoulder. "Concentrate. In a real fight you would have been severely injured." He swung his leg to the side, rotating his hip as he lowered it to the ground.

"Maybe I could concentrate a bit more if my opponent wasn't so hot."

Toushiro rolled his eyes, even as he felt himself blush; this was not the time to be flirting. "That is hardly any fault of mine." Yukio grinned as Toushiro sighed and shook his head. "Let's go again. Focus on your form."

...

Toushiro had expected Rangiku to hound him with questions as soon as he set foot into the office. But it was a Monday morning, so it was also expected that she would be late. He was able to go through the stack of completed reports from the last week before she ambled in. There was nothing amiss with the reports, and he felt a bit of tension leave him. He hadn't realised that he was holding onto the anxiety until it left him. He heard Rangiku before he saw her, and prepared himself as her eyes landed on him as soon as she set foot through the door.

"Captain!" she sang, her eyes already sparkling. "Welcome back! How was your holiday?"

He sighed softly, setting his pen down and tapping his papers into a neat stack. He was going to comment on the time but, he knew that reprimanding her would be useless. "It was... enjoyable."

"There are so many other adjectives you could have used," she mumbled, shaking her head. "But anyway, details, how was Yukio?"

"He was... fine."

She threw her hands up into the air and stomped over to his desk. She pulled his chair away from the table, legs screeching loudly, spun it so he was facing her, and braced her hands on the arm rests. "Fine? Fine! He is the love of your life; you spent a week alone together. 'Fine' does not cut it."

He felt his cheeks heat. "I wouldn't go that far, Matsumoto-"

"Ugh, boyfriend, he's your boyfriend. Now tell me what you guys did."

"I already told you over the phone."

She hung her head, hair cascading over her shoulders. "Cut me some slack. Nothing has been happening around here. Nothing. I feel like I'm going crazy. And you," her head snapped back up and she stuck her index finger to his nose. "You are not going to deny me the only entertainment I've had in months. Now spill. What did you do?"

"Why don't you just get your own boyfriend?"

"Don't wanna."

Toushiro breathed out heavily through his nose. "We really didn't do all that much. "

"The hickies on your neck say otherwise."

Toushiro's eyes widened and his hand flew to cover the mark on his neck. Rangiku smiled brightly. "Okay, fine, we made out a few times." He glared at a spot over her shoulder, the next thing he knew he was swept up in a rib-crushing hug.

"I'm so happy for you, Captain! Hope that meant you were able to relax a little. You do look a bit better than before you left."

He rolled his eyes, but inside he was smiling. He did feel better, definitely more refreshed. Yukio came into the office later and no sooner had he greeted Toushiro with a quick kiss had Rangiku pounced on him, dragging him off to squeeze all the little details out of him.

Though, it didn't seem like she had to. The next day Yukio waltzed into the office brandishing what looked like a small laptop screen. Rangiku's eyes zoomed on him like a vulture, although, Toushiro had to hand it to her for being able to stay in her seat.

"Well, we're like official now," he said, sliding the device onto Toushiro's desk. "Good morning, by the way." He pecked Toushiro's forehead.

"Morning," Toushiro answered softly. "What do you mean?"

Yukio pointed at his device. The screen showed a news article, albeit a very short one. He skipped over the headline when he recognised a picture of himself and Yukio holding hands and walking along the sidewalk. He was laughing, probably at something Yukio had said, while Yukio – arms ladened with shopping bags and holding his bubble tea, was grinning so wide his eyes were crinkled at the corners. It was taken from across the street, and looked like the photographer had been hiding. Toushiro frowned, that was the day he and Yukio had gone to the shopping centre. He scanned back up to the headline; 'Youngest billionaire in Japan lands himself hot boyfriend'. There were a few other pictures, most of them of them just walking, and entering and exiting various stores. But Toushiro wasn't sure what to feel about it. Were they being stalked?

"Yukio, what is this?"

Yukio scratched the back of his neck. "Sorry, should have warned you that this was going to happen." Rangiku was craning her neck, practically standing up to see what was going on. Toushiro sighed and held the device out to her. "There's this things called paparazzi-"

"Oh my gods!" Rangiku exclaimed, nearly jumping over her desk. "You made it to the tabloids?! Just who the hell are you, Yukio?"

Yukio blushed slightly, looking off to the side. "I've only been in the news like a few times, just for like tech stuff. But I guess this made it to the gossip column." He sighed deeply. "Should have known. That mall is where celebs usually go."

Ranigku's eyes lit up anyway. "You're dating a celebrity, Captain?! We have a celebrity in the Tenth!"

Yukio blushed harder. "No, I'm not. I mean, things just like happen once your bank account hits a certain number."

"Can I borrow this?" She asked, disregarding his denial. Toushiro could see her preparing to run, and turned to warn Yukio.

"I guess so-"

"Matsumoto, no-" But she was already scampering out of the door. Toushiro sighed heavily. "Now that article is going to be all over the Seireitei."

"Oh... well shit." Yukio ducked his head. "We still aren't like planning on keeping this a secret, right?"

Toushiro shook his head, reaching up to push Yukio's bangs from his face. "No. I suppose this is one way of getting the news out."

How Rangiku managed to get the pictures off of Yukio's device and print them was a mystery. A special edition of The Seireitei News Magazine was placed on his desk the next morning, and of course he and Yukio were on the front page. The Ninth must have worked overtime to get this done on such short notice. He shook his head, pushing the magazine to the side. He could deal with that later when the inevitable summons form Kyoraku came. Yukio was, after all, his subordinate. And while workplace relationships were not prohibited, there was some paperwork and other protocols that had to be addressed. He was hoping that he would have been able to complete it on his own time, but now that didn't seem to be an option. The hell-butterfly came an hour before lunch. Of course, Kyoraku would have been punctual for something like this.

Kyoraku did a great job of intimidating Yukio before he realised that they weren't crossing any boundaries. Kyoraku had reacted exactly how Toushiro had expected him to. He congratulated them and made several inappropriate jokes about their early-morning training sessions, before sending them on their way. At least he trusted Toushiro not to let his relationship distract him from his work, or maybe he wanted him to be distracted more. It was hard to tell with him sometimes. He had even admitted to knowing about them before and it was part of the reason why he had sent Toushiro to the World of the Living. He and Rangiku were drinking buddies, so it made sense that he would know. It was a small mercy that he had acted – somewhat – mature about it.

They walked back to the Tenth hand-in-hand; Yukio's step was a bit lighter. Rangiku was lying on her back on the couch, holding a copy of the magazine and giggling wildly. Yukio raised an eyebrow as Toushrio went over to the couch and snatched the magazine from her.

"I leave you for less than an hour and you're already wasting time," he grumbled.

Rangiku sat up smiling. "Sorry, Captain, I'm just so happy I can't concentrate."

"Why? You already knew we were dating." He sighed as he leaned against the front of his desk. Yukio stood next to him, loosely wrapping an arm around his waist.

Rangiku moved to kneel on the couch, resting her elbows on the top of the backrest. "Yeah, but you wouldn't believe how many bets I won today."

He didn't like the sound of that. "Bets?" He chewed the inside of his cheek.

"You were betting to see if we would like get together?" Yukio asked, a smile playing on his lips.

"Among other things."

"Like?"

"Well..."

"This better be appropriate, Matsumoto," Toushiro growled, despite of his forming blush.

She smiled innocently. "Mostly. The most popular one was if you were gay or not." Yukio snickered as Toushiro blanched. "I won of course, but you would never have guessed how many people were hoping you were straight."

"But... you know I'm gay." In fact, she had played a rather large part in helping him come to terms with his sexuality.

"Yeah, but no one else did. I tried to spread the word, but there were so many people who didn't believe me."

Toushiro shook his head. "That was unfair, Matsumoto."

"Turn doubt into profit, that's what I always say."

"You have never said that before."

Yukio was cracking up beside him, trying and failing to hide his laughter behind his hand. "Oh gods, you weren't out yet?"

Toushiro grumbled. "I don't see why I need to broadcast my sexual preferences."

Yukio squeezed his waist. "What else?"

"Well there was a pool on how long it would take you two to get together. Another on if you would or not, or if Toushiro was going to kill you by the end of your stay here."

Yukio was smirking as Toushiro felt his ears heat. "Why is my personal life of so much interest to you people?"

"Don't flatter yourself, Captain; we have twice as many betting pools on Byakuya Kuchiki."

Toushiro sighed loudly.

"Oh, which reminds me, there's still one going. Have you two had sex yet?"

Toushiro eyes widened and he felt heat rise from his face and ears. Even Yukio chuckled a bit uncomfortably.

"Now, that is a personal question," Yukio said, adjusting his collar.

"So, no."

Toushiro groaned in exasperation."Matsumoto-"

"Just checking. Not to worry, I haven't lost anything yet."

"That is not what I'm worrying about!"

...

Toushiro never would have believed it if he didn't see it with his own eyes; there were people at the training ground at five am on a Wednesday Morning. There weren't many, just a few people sparring, but after over four months of having the whole yard to himself, it seemed suspicious. He selected the corner furthest away from them and began doing to warm-up stretches while he waited for Yukio. The boy came jogging up to him fifteen minutes later.

"Is there like something going on that I don't know about?" Yukio asked, eyeing the other shinigami.

"That's what I would like to know," Toushiro answered. "We'll just ignore them for today. I can't imagine that this time will get any more popular."

Yukio shrugged, leaning down to give Toushiro a morning kiss. Toushiro was sure he was being paranoid, but he felt like the other shinigami were watching them.

After Yukio had warmed up they faced each other ready to spar. By then he was positive that they were being watched. He would definitely be reprimanding them later today. His personal life was not on display for their entertainment. If they weren't here to train they wouldn't be allowed in the training yard at this time. He made a mental note of their faces, quickly trying to put a name to them, but he was drawing blank.

"Ready?" Yukio asked him.

He jerked slightly turning his attention back to him. "Yeah, same rules as always – at least one clean hit."

He nodded and Toushiro drew back on the defensive while keeping an eye on the strange shinigami. Yukio did well in ignoring them, focusing instead on his attacks. But, Toushiro noticed with annoyance, he was holding himself tighter than usual. His movements seemed a bit jerky, and his muscles were overly contracted. He was uncomfortable with the attention.

"Relax, Yukio," he said. "You're going to hurt yourself if you keep your muscles that tight."

He nodded, taking a deep breath and attempting to shake himself out. He still couldn't get over the audience, however. He began overcompensating with wide movements when his punches fell short, and began to shift his weight around too much in an effort to move faster.

Toushiro clicked his tongue in irritation, ready to ask the other shinigami to leave. Sparring while Yukio was like this would be no good to either of them. He blocked a punch to his chest, grabbing Yukio's wrist and straightening his arm into the correct form. Yukio blushed slightly when he realised his mistake.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"It's okay," Toushiro replied. "Forget them, concentrate on me."

He nodded once more, attempting to block out the onlookers. Yukio had never struck him as one to be self-conscious. He was always so confident. The only time Toushiro had seen him unsure of himself was when he had challenged some of the Tenth's men to a sparring match. He narrowed his eyes. Maybe that was it, Yukio still wasn't very confident in his hakuda skills. Did he think he was making a fool of himself in front of the other shinigami? He spun to the side, avoiding a kick to his ribs and causing Yukio to grunt in frustration. No, they weren't going to get anywhere like this. The other shinigami needed to leave. He ground his teeth in annoyance; this was inappropriate behaviour. Never in his time as a shinigami had someone come to the training yard just to ogle someone else. They were not even pretending to train now. He glared at them from the corner of his eyes, almost doing a double-take when he saw one of them holding up a small camera.

Without thinking he spun on his heel, turning around to give them a piece of his mind. He heard Yukio stumble behind him.

"What do you think you're doing?" he snarled. The shinigami froze in place, at least having the decency to look ashamed now that they had been caught. "This area is exclusively for training. If you are not here for that, then I must ask you to leave." Yukio rested a hand on his shoulder, leaning heavily against him.

"W-we were just about to start, Captain Hitsugaya." One of them stammered as the other attempted to hide the camera in his kosode.

"Were you?" He narrowed his eyes. "So, what were you doing for the past half hour we've been here? I'm going to need you to leave."

"Sorry, Captain, we-"

"That wasn't a request."

The shinigami paled slightly and hesitated looking at one another. They knew better than to deny an order from a captain, however, and sullenly left the training ground. Toushiro glared at their retreating forms until he could no longer see them. The only shinigami he knew that had access to cameras were members of the Ninth division, or the Shinigami Women's Association. The Women's association would never send non-members to do their work for them, so he would be speaking to Hisagi later. He didn't care if people were interested in his personal life, he would not stand for an invasion of privacy. He folded his arms across his chest and turned back to Yukio.

The boy scoffed, shifting his weight to one leg. "You savage cabbage."

"They deserved it. Are you okay?"

"I... uh... yeah, just like rolled my ankle when you suddenly turned like that."

Toushiro looked at his foot, instantly knowing that it was something more serious since he wasn't putting any weight on it. He sighed softly, helping Yukio over to the patio to sit down.

"Does it hurt?" he asked as he knelt down to remove Yukio's sneaker and sock.

"A bit," Youkio answered, wincing when Toushiro rotated the joint.

With his limited medical knowledge, Toushiro at least could tell that it was a sprain. It was actually impressive that he had managed a sprain on his own. Though, with how he had been throwing himself around it wasn't that surprising. He had most likely just lost his balance when he had moved out of the way, and landed wrong or too forcefully on his already over-extended leg. He gently prodded the area that was beginning to swell. Yukio grunted softly, flinching. Toushiro sighed heavily. If it hadn't been for those nosey shinigami this wouldn't have happened. Or if he hadn't turned so suddenly –

"So doctor, can I like keep the foot?" Yukio asked brightly.

Toushiro rolled his eyes. "Looks like a minor sprain." It was within his power to heal, and that made him feel slightly better. He concentrated on the correct form of healing kidō and his fingertips began to glow green.

"I didn't know you could do that," Yukio observed as Toushiro worked on his ankle.

"Seated officers are supposed to know basic healing kidō," he answered. "It comes in handy for minor injuries like this, but I wouldn't trust myself to heal anything much more serious. I'll still want to you rest your leg for a few days."

"So, we're done?"

"I suppose so." When he was finished with the kidō he asked Yukio to move his ankle around. There was no swelling, or bruising, but it still was a bit tender.

"You know, I don't think I can make it back to my room alone..."

He was smirking. Toushiro shook his head; there was still almost forty-five minutes of training time and he didn't have anything else to do. He helped Yukio to stand only to be met with a pair of lips against his.

"Thanks, babe."

Toushiro blushed. "It was partially my fault." Yukio nudged him with his elbow. "But, you were off today. I know you can do better than this, Yukio. It doesn't matter if someone is watching. They're not expecting anything of you; there was no reason to choke up like that."

Yukio hung his head slightly. "I know, I just like... I don't know, like I should be better than I am."

They left the training ground, Toushiro's arm around Yukio's waist. "I've given you this lecture before-"

"Yeah, doesn't change the fact that I still can't get like one hit in."

"I am a captain for a reason."

"Cocky much?"

"Just a fact." Yukio nudged him again.

A part of Toushiro wanted to head into work early, but Yukio tackled him to his futon, using his body to pin him to the mattress. It was covered with a replica of the fluffy, black blanket from his bed in the Living World, and just as many pillows. Though, Toushiro wasn't complaining; his own futon wasn't nearly as soft and they hadn't shared a bed since their return to the Seireitei. It was nice to have Yukio's body over him once more.

"I missed this," Yukio mumbled, nuzzling against Toushiro's neck. Toushiro tightened the arm that was wrapped around his waist in agreement. "Why can't we sleep in the same room again?"

"It's unprofessional."

"But now people actually know we're dating. I mean, it's like kinda expected."

"It's still unprofessional." Yukio pouted, exaggeratedly sticking out his bottom lip. "But maybe on weekends- "

"Tonight."

"I can't tonight."

"I'm injured; someone needs to take care of me."

Toushiro rolled his eyes. "You really are insufferable."

Yukio grinned before leaning forward and pecking Toushiro on the lips.

"I've been getting a lot of questions about you."

Toushiro raised an eyebrow, as he trailed random patterns across Yukio's side. "Have you?"

"Yup," Yukio answered simply, smoothing Toushiro's hair from his forehead.

"Are you going to expand on that, or do I have to be more specific?"

Yukio pecked his forehead and drummed his fingers against his hipbone. "Just like normal relationship questions. Like, how I got you to go out with me, and what started it all."

Toushiro chuckled softly. "Did you tell them how you knocked me over then shouted the question at me?"

"I didn't shout it."

"You kind of did."

"I was nervous, gimme a break."

Toushiro scoffed tilting his head to press a soft kiss to Yukio's cheek.

"And like the next most popular question," Yukio continued, the hand on his hip, moving lower and hiking Toushiro's thigh up on his own hip. "Is if your ass is as firm as it looks." He swatted Toushiro's butt with an open palm.

"You better be lying about that one."

Yukio rubbed slow circles, soothing the slight sting from the slap. "Maybe."

Toushiro rolled his eyes in exasperation. He hadn't dwelled much on what his men thought of him, as long as they were motivated to work and were happy with their jobs. But was his personal life that much of an interest?

"You're kinda like a celebrity here too, you know," Yukio chuckled.

Toushiro tilted his head to the side. "I don't think so."

"You're like one of the thirteen strongest shinigami in the Soul Society."

Toushiro sighed, when put like that, it would make sense that people would be interested in him. He did already know that he was of more interested than the unseated shinigami, but the thought made him uncomfortable to know that he was constantly being watched, especially now. Yukio must feel the same way with the paparar... whatever they were called.

"Doesn't it make you uncomfortable?" he asked softly, wrapping both his arms around Yukio's shoulders.

Yukio captured his lips in a short, deep kiss, pushing him further into the pillows. "Kinda..." He answered once he pulled back. "I mean, like I got used to it. As long as you're smart about what you do in public, it's really not much of a problem. It would be like ten times worse if I was a movie star, though." He grinned widely. "Don't tell me this is the first time you've been in the papers."

"No... but I've never had anyone from the Ninth try to take my picture like that. It's usually just new recruits looking at me with starry-eyes."

"Yeah, that's why I kept asking if you wanted to like keep this a secret."

"I hadn't realised-"

"It's okay, babe. No harm done."

"You sprained your ankle. Less than ten minutes ago, might I add."

"Well, I mean..." He broke off chuckling and rested his forehead to Toushiro's chest. Toushiro threaded his fingers in the blond strands, massaging his scalp with his fingertips. Yukio hummed in appreciation. "At least this is like much better than training."

Toushiro scoffed, though he was enjoying this as well. After a few minutes of enjoying his head massage Yukio popped back up, bracing his elbows on either side of Toushiro's ribs. Toushiro's questioning hum was cut off by an urgent kiss. His eyes fluttered shut as Yukio crawled over him. His mouth was hot and needy, and although Toushiro didn't know where the sudden need had come from, he couldn't say that he wasn't enjoying it. Yukio tugged at his bottom lip with his teeth, pulling back for a second before diving back in. Toushiro clung to Yukio's shoulders, pulling him closer and not caring that most of his weight was resting on top of him. He dug his fingers into the muscles over Yukio's shoulder blades, nearly moaning into the kiss. One of Yukio's hands was still on his ass, kneading almost roughly now. Toushiro lightly grazed his nails up and down Yukio's back, causing the boy to shiver slightly. Their mouths moved together, teeth occasionally bumping. Toushiro could feel his lips being rubbed raw, but that was secondary to the heat he felt all over his body. Yukio was pressed flush against him, their chests moved together as he hiked Toushiro's leg higher up on his waist. They had been back for over a week, but apart from a few kisses when they saw each other, they hadn't done anything like this. He hadn't realised how much he missed it until now.

Still, he broke the kiss, his heart pounding as he looked up into Yukio's eyes. The boy's lips were red and there was a blush on his cheeks. Toushiro reached up to cup his jaw; Yukio turned his head to softly kiss his palm.

"We... should stop," Toushiro said reluctantly. "We have work soon."

Yukio sighed. "You can be late for once."

"Have I ever told you how funny you are?"

...

Despite healing Yukio's leg to the best of his ability, Toushiro cancelled their next training session. He would rather be cautious than to have Yukio further injure himself if they trained. But that meant that they didn't see each other that morning and Yukio came crashing into the office almost half an hour before the workday ended. Toushiro sighed heavily, hoping that Yukio would let him finish this report.

"Hey, Toushiro," he said, walking over to Toushiro's desk and peaking at his report. "Hi, Rangiku."

Toushiro grumbled a reply.

"Hi, Yukio," Rangiku answered, shuffling some papers around. "I'm going to head out early today, Captain." She set the papers into a folder and slipped it into her desk drawer. "You should too."

Toushiro scoffed. "I hope you finished all your work."

"Of course, who do you think I am?"

"Do you really expect an answer for that?"

She chuckled. "Anyway, Captain, go enjoy your date. Look how patiently Yukio is waiting."

"Date?" He glanced to Yukio who just shrugged.

Rangiku cackled as she left.

"You two are like really close, huh?" Yukio observed.

Toushiro hummed. "She didn't give me a choice in the matter. I just have to read this through once more then we can leave. What's this about a date?"

"I just came to ask if you like wanted to get dinner together."

"Yes, that would be nice."

Yukio waited patiently on the couch, playing with his game console while Toushiro finished reviewing the report. They went to a restaurant that was a bit out of the way; neither eager to run into anyone from the Ninth this time. It was a small establishment, run by a husband and wife, but the food was good and there was live entertainment.

"How's your leg doing?" Toushiro asked as they walked back from the restaurant. He was holding onto Yukio's arm, resting his cheek against his shoulder.

"It's fine. Almost as good as new."

"Almost?"

"A bit sore? Noting much."

Toushiro hummed. "I should take a look at it."

"So we'll head back to my place?"

Toushiro chewed the inside of his cheek. "Actually, I was thinking that you could come over to mine."

Yukio nearly stumbled. "Um, yes."

Toushiro chuckled softly, nuzzling against Yukio's shoulder.

"Fair warning, though, you won't be able to get me out of your bed."

That really wasn't a problem, however. They just had to stop at Yukio's room for him to gather his extensive list of face-washes, masks, and creams, and just as many hair-care products. Toushiro's quarters were separated from the main barracks by a well-tended garden. It was far enough away that he could enjoy his privacy while still being close enough that he could jump into action when needed. There were a few perks that came with the job. He had his own kitchen, a small bathroom, and decently-sized living area.

Once inside, Yukio began scowling at him. He folded his arms across his chest as he dropped his overnight bag to the floor. "You, asshole. I can't believe you made me sleep in the barracks while you were hiding this."

Toushiro shrugged. "I wasn't hiding it."

"Right. Well you have like more than enough space for me and my things."

Toushiro shook his head; he hadn't expected anything different from the boy. "The bedroom is that way. Do you want tea or anything?"

"Sure," Yukio called back, already heading to the bedroom. "Oh, this is actually nice!"

Toushiro rolled his eyes, as he sifted through his cupboards for a pair of cups and some herbal tea. He knew he had some lavender-flavoured something that Yukio would like. He heard the boy rummaging around his bedroom, but he had drifted off into the bathroom by the time the tea was done. Toushiro carried both cups to the bathroom, halting in the doorway when he saw Yukio at the sink in nothing but a pair of black boxer-briefs. He now understood why Yukio had just stood and stared that one time in the Living World. Toushiro's bathroom was nowhere near as grand as Yukio's had been. If anything it was pretty shabby in comparison. But Yukio didn't seem to mind, already started with his night-time routine. Toushiro leaned against the door frame watching him. His back muscles were definitely getting more defined; stretching as he unscrewed his creams and rubbed them into his face. The mole on his shoulder blade was stark against the rest of his skin, as Toushiro's eyes trailed from his shoulders down to the waistband of his underwear that sat dangerously low on his hips. There was a splattering of tiny, moles on the back of his right thigh and a few on his calves. A small part of Toushiro was delighted that he kept on discovering more. Yukio shifted and Toushiro's eyes snapped back up, a part of him wanted to linger on his ass, but he saw that Yukio was looking at him in the reflection of the mirror. He blushed, clearing his throat and finally entering the bathroom.

"Hey, babe," Yukio said, smiling. "It's okay, you can stare." Toushiro set one of the cups down on the sink counter, taking a sip from his own to hide his blush. Yukio twisted the cap back onto his moisturiser and picked up the cup of tea. "This is nice."

Toushiro grinned into his mug, turning to head to the bedroom. Yukio quickly finished up and met Toushiro on his futon. It would be a bit small for the both of them, but Yukio tended to cuddle in his sleep, so it might not be a problem. He patted the spot next to him and Yukio happily flopped down onto the mattress, nearly knocking over the bottle of oil Toushiro had set down.

"Give me your foot," he instructed.

Yukio raised an eyebrow. "I told you it was fine."

"No," he shook his head, "it still looks a bit red."

Yukio shrugged, swinging his ankle onto Toushiro's lap. "Well, free foot massage, I'm not complaining." He reached over to his bag and pulled out his tablet – as Toushiro had been recently informed. "I'm putting on a movie."

Toushiro nodded, already inspecting his ankle. He prodded it a bit and carefully rotated the joint. It was mostly healed, but he still felt a bit guilty that he had caused it in the first place. He poured a bit of oil onto his palm and rubbed his hands together to warm it up. He started with the ankle itself, gently working his fingers around the bone. Yukio took good care of his feet, Tosuhiro wasn't surprised at this, the skin was soft and his nails were clean. Toushiro had seen some shinigami's feet; he would have never offered to give him a massage if they had looked anything like that. Yukio held back a snicker as he moved down to the sole of his foot.

"Ticklish?" he asked with a smile.

"So are you." Yukio stuck out his tongue.

Toushiro scoffed, pouring out a bit more oil.

"You're like really good at this."

Toushiro glanced to him. He had propped himself up on a few pillows and was staring right back. The movie was playing, but neither of them was very interested in it. "You think so?"

"Yeah, is it like another one of your hidden talents?"

"My hidden talents?" Toushiro pressed his thumbs into the ball of his foot, smoothing it out and rubbing small circles.

Yukio grinned cheekily and Toushiro almost regretted asking. "Yeah, the other is you give amazing head."

He did regret asking as a vivid blush took over his face. He looked away as Yukio cackled. "Let's keep that secret, shall we?"

"Of course, babe." He didn't hear Yukio move and was surprised when he felt his lips against his cheek. "Don't want anyone else tryna see if it's true."

Toushiro rolled his eyes. "You're insufferable."

Yukio kissed him in response.

Toushiro ended up doing both of Yukio's feet; the boy was nearly catatonic by the time he had finished. Toushiro went to wash his hands, then curled up next to Yukio on the pillow. Yukio wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him against his chest.

"I think it's time we had a conversation, babe."

Toushiro tilted his head, listening to Yukio's heartbeat. "About?"

Yukio's chest rose as he took a deep breath. "I might be like reading this wrong, but are we gonna... like have sex tonight?"

Toushiro shot upright. His face was on fire as he looked at Yukio. The boy's cheeks were red as well, and he looked nervous. Toushiro swallowed thickly. "I... I... if you want to." His blanket had never been more interesting.

"We don't have to like rush anything," Yukio mumbled. "I just thought..."

Toushiro dug his index finger into the blanket, disrupting a clump of down feathers through the fabric. "I... I thought about it too." He took a deep breath. "I actually thought we would have... in the Living World."

Yukio sat up. "Seriously?" Toushiro felt his cheeks heat even further. Yukio pulled him into a tight hug, chastely kissing his cheek. "Well, I guess..." he nuzzled against Toushiro's neck. "Didn't want to rush things."

Toushiro hesitantly returned the embrace. His heart was thudding so heavily that he was positive that Yukio could feel it. "Are we rushing?"

"I..." Yukio trailed off, pulling away so he could look Toushiro in the face. "I think the question should be like are you ready?"

Toushiro swallowed again, unable to hold Yukio's gaze. "I think so."

Yukio hooked a finger under his chin, gently forcing him to look at him. "You think so?"

Toushiro opened his mouth, but no words came out. He thought back to the conversation he had with Rangiku. He was fairly positive that he was ready, but he couldn't deny that he was nervous. He did trust Yukio not to hurt him, but this was all unfamiliar territory to him. "I am. I'm just..."

"It's okay to be scared; it's your first time." Yukio cupped his cheek, smiling encouragingly.

Toushiro bit the inside of his cheek. "Is it going to hurt? I've heard-"

Yukio's eyes widened and he shook his head. "It shouldn't... maybe slightly..." he clenched his jaw, breathing out deeply through his nose as he ran his thumb across Toushiro's cheek. "No. You're assuming you'd bottom?"

"I... um... yes?"

Yukio chuckled. "It's whatever you're comfortable with, babe."

Toushiro took a deep breath. "Then, yes. I would rather... be on the bottom." He could feel steam rising from his face. He honestly couldn't picture himself topping; he would have no idea what to do. What if he accidently hurt Yukio in his experience? He would never be able to forgive himself. At least Yukio would know what he was doing.

"You just thought of something that like made you panic, didn't you?"

"I don't want to hurt you... I wouldn't know what I was doing."

Yukio smiled and kissed his forehead. "Okay, if you want to bottom then we'll do it like that."

"Okay." Toushiro felt a little tension ease from his body with just the fact that Yukio had given him the choice. He took a deep breath through his nose. He probably wasn't going to stop feeling nervous until it was done. But, it wasn't like he didn't want to do it. Beneath his anxiety he could make out a layer of excitement. Of thrill. So, he wrapped his arms around Yukio's neck and leaned in for a kiss.

Yukio met him with enthusiasm tilting his head sideways and opening his mouth. Toushiro's eyes fluttered shut as he held onto Yukio. If he could just force himself to stay in the moment, to concentrate on what was happening right then, he would have no reason to be scared. He had kissed Yukio countless times now. Kissing was good, feeling Yukio was good. He threaded his hands in his hair once more, gently deepening the kiss. He tasted of the lavender tea they had had earlier, his mouth was searing hot and was all that Toushiro needed right now. Already, he felt heat rush through his body. Yukio gently nudged him backwards so that he was laying flat on his back, and crawled over him. The position was familiar from many make-out sessions, but Toushiro couldn't help but feel a trill of novel excitement. Yukio settled between his legs, propping himself up on his elbows as he attacked Toushiro's mouth. Toushiro let one of his hands wonder from Yukio's hair down the back of his neck, to where he pressed his fingertips against Yukio's shoulder blades. He could feel muscle moving under smooth skin, and the heat from his body as he pressed their chests together.

He let out a shaky breath as Yukio kissed down his neck, pausing to suck at his pulse. Toushiro tilted his head back, clutching onto Yukio's shoulders. He nipped the spot gently before kissing lower, pulling Toushiro's yukata apart to leave a series of kisses on his collarbone. Toushiro traced his spine with one hand following the curve, before he hit the waistband of his underwear.

Yukio hastily untied Toushiro's yukata, pushing the sides apart to reveal his chest. The hem had already slipped past his thighs when Yukio had hiked his leg up over his waist. Toushiro lay panting beneath him. His entire body felt like it was on fire, sensitive to Yukio's touch. Yukio rested his palms against Toushiro's ribs, kissing his sternum before sitting back on his heels. Toushiro tired to slow his breathing during the small respite. Yuko stared down at him with heavy-lidded, darkened eyes. Toushiro knew that he was searching for confirmation. If they went forward they would be at the next stage in their relationship. Toushiro raised his hand to trace the splatter of small moles on Yukio's ribs. It was amusing that he had them everywhere but his face.

"Babe," he mumbled, catching Toushiro's hand and bringing it to his lips. "Are you absolutely positive about this?"

Toushiro nodded. "I am."

...

"You ready for lunch, babe?" Yukio announced himself, opening the door to the office.

"Babe?" Toushiro was positive that Ranigku had given herself whiplash with how quickly she looked up. "When did that happen?"

Yukio laughed. "For a while now, actually. You like never heard me call him that?"

Ranigku cocked her head, looking at Toushiro. "Huh. What does he call you?"

Toushiro rolled his eyes, tapping the butt of his pen against the page he was going through. "Yukio. Give me a few minutes to finish up here."

"Figures," Rangiku pouted. "He doesn't have a romantic bone in his body. Anyway, Captain, I'm gonna be late coming back from lunch."

Yukio waited until Rangiku had left before he asked. "Does she know?"

Toushiro shrugged. "I don't think so, but that probably means she does."

"I have literally no words. She's... amazing." Yukio gracelessly flopped onto the couch.

Toushiro chuckled, going back to his work. He glanced at his desk calendar; the report was due next week. That should give him enough time to make edits.

"There's only one month left of your training," he mused quietly as something tightened in his chest.

Yukio sighed. "It passed so quickly."

Toushiro chewed the inside of his cheek, forgoing his report for the time being. He'd been so caught up in their relationship that he hadn't thought of what would happen when Yukio had to go back home. His chest tightened further and he frowned. Could this really be coming to an end so soon? He startled when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Yukio smiled down at him, and then wordlessly slid onto his lap. He wrapped one arm around his shoulders and took his hand with the other, squeezing gently. He was a bit heavy, but nothing that Toushiro hadn't been expecting.

"You okay, babe?"

"Yes, it's just going to be strange not having you around."

"Are you gonna miss me?" Yukio smirked.

Toushiro raised an eyebrow. "We are dating, Yukio. I hope that was a rhetorical question."

"We can spend weekends together. I guess I can like come over during the week sometimes. We'll make it work."

Toushiro nodded.

"And, we'll just have to make the most of this last month, won't we?"

...

Toushiro had to jump away to avoid Yukio's uppercut. He nodded in approval; Yukio's movements were quick and fluid. Perfectly controlled and calculated. He felt pride swell in his chest as he ducked under a jab to his chest. Yukio's eyes were narrowed, searching. His hair was pinned back a few stray stands stuck to his sweaty forehead. They were at the waterfall again, jumping over rocks and boulders as they sparred. The ends of Toushiro's hakama were wet and heavy from when Yukio had forced him into the shallow water. Yukio was lucky, having worn shorts that morning and choosing to spar barefoot again. Wet tobi and waraji were not the most comfortable things in the world. Yukio had kept him on the defensive for most of the match – though Toushiro could have turned the tide if he wanted to, he was more interested in seeing how Yukio would handle it.

He had improved by leaps and bounds since their first session and now that there were only a few more lessons to go, Toushiro wasn't sure what else he could teach him. Yukio attacked with a side kick next, Toushiro avoided it, but his follow-up was quick. Toushiro narrowly avoided a punch to the ribs, and he jumped back, increasing the distance between them. Yukio took a beat to assess Toushiro's new position before jumping in. He would have no trouble defending himself against most untrained humans now, Toushiro was confident of that. He spun to the side, positioning himself at Yukio's back. It would have been a good move to switch from the defensive, but again, he didn't want to. Yukio was a bit slow to turn around, but the speed of his side-kick almost made up for it. Almost. He attacked with a volley of punches next, surprising Toushiro by feinting to the right. He might have been taking it too easy, he thought, as Yukio switched directions, bringing in his left arm for a jab to Toushiro's shoulder.

He quickly assessed the speed of the punch. He had seen the opening and went for it. Good. Against an opponent of equal skill it would have landed with ease, so Toushiro halted his movements for a split second allowing the blow to hit. He grunted softly, stepping backwards and straightening. The look on Yukio' face was priceless. His eyes were wide with disbelief and his mouth hung open. He was frozen with his arm held out, palm curled into a fist, with his knees slightly bent.

Toushiro chuckled, offering a slow clap. "Congratulations. You win this round."

Yukio gapped for a bit, before snapping out of his trance and brining his hands up to yank and his hair. "Wha... did I actually do that?"

Toushiro grinned, nodding. Yukio was practically vibrating with excitement. He bounced up and down on the balls of his feet, slowly spinning in a circle. Toushiro shook his head at his antics, though he was cute when he was this happy. He tucked his hands into his sleeves, as Yukio processed what had happened. His eyes were sparkling when he turned back around and when he locked gazes with Toushiro he smiled so wide that his eyes crinkled. The next thing he knew, Yukio had scooped him up in his arms and was spinning him in a circle. He squawked, holding tightly onto Yukio, but didn't have the heart to tell him to put him down. He let him ride out his excitement, until he eventually set him down, gently holding his hips. Toushiro held him close, resting his arms on his shoulders.

"I'm proud of you," Toushiro said, massaging the back of his head.

Yukio was still grinning widely and Toushiro had a feeling that he would remain like that for the rest of the day. His smile was contagious, however, even as he dipped his head to give Toushiro a deep kiss.

...

The debriefing with Kyoraku was a bit of a bitter-sweet moment. The training program was successful, but Toushiro didn't want Yukio to leave. He did ask permission for Yukio be able to enter the Seireitei as he pleased and Kyoraku happily granted a pass. He walked Yukio to the Senkaimon holding tightly onto his arm. Yukio's bags were already waiting for him, although he had left a majority of his things in Toushiro's quarters. Toushiro's chest felt tight, and there was something stuck in his throat. He was afraid that if he tried to clear it, it wouldn't end well. They stopped just out of the guards' hearing range and Yukio turned to face him.

"Don't look so sad, babe," he mumbled, looking sad himself. He pulled Toushiro against his chest and he deflated against him. "I'll be back next weekend, promise."

Toushiro sighed, resting his forehead against his collarbone. "I know. The office is going to be much quieter without you."

"I'll miss you too."

Toushiro balled the back of his coat in his fist, swallowing against the lump in his throat. "Keep practicing your hakuda. You can get rusty if you don't, and all my hard work will go to waste."

"Yes, sir. And, you, don't work through lunch, and try to leave the office at a decent time. If I get wind that you've been working overtime I'm coming back here to get you."

Toushiro took a deep breath, taking in Yukio's smell. Gods, he was going to miss this boy. "I'll try."

He heard Yukio chuckle softly, and then he hooked a finger under his chin, making him look up. There was a sad smile on his face. "It's just a week, then we'll see each other again." He seemed to be trying to console himself more than Toushiro. "You're going to be mine on the weekend."

The corners of Toushiro's mouth quirked upwards. He stretched up, narrowing in on Yukio's lips. He honestly didn't care that there was a potential audience, or that the Ninth could be lurking somewhere around. He kissed Yukio full on the mouth, cupping the back of his head. He tried to say all that he couldn't put into words in the kiss. I'll miss you so much, I love you, thank you. Yukio responded just as passionately, his arms wrapping tightly around Toushiro's waist. Their mouths opened and closed against each other. There were a few nips and licks, and their tongues entwined. He tangled his fingers in Yukio's hair, pulling softly and holding on to ground himself. Yukio pulled him flush against his body, tracing his spine through his uniform. Toushiro's eyes had long since closed, just focusing on the feel of Yukio against him, his hot, silky mouth, his body pressed firmly against his, his hair as it slid through his fingers, and his hands that sent heated jolts as he boldly travelled down his back until he daringly squeezed his butt.

Toushiro broke the kiss with a gasp, taking a step backwards and quickly glancing around. "Yukio-"

"I had to," he smirked. "I need to make the memory last for a whole week."

Toushiro felt his cheeks heat, and he brought his hand to his mouth, pressing his fingers to his swelling lips. The memory would last, he knew it.

Well that's the final chapter guys :)

Once again thanks to Lethan Wolf for requesting this fic, and thanks for encouraging me as it turned into this complete monster. B

As always the full explicit version is posted on my Tumblr. Link is in my profile.

-Mymomomo