Bleach Melodies: Birthdays and Lovers (Shunsui/Ichigo)

Title: Birthdays and Lovers

Word Count: 1,101

Fandom: Bleach

Requested by: Mizukotsu-chan

Pairing: Shunsui/Ichigo

Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach and never will own Bleach. I’ve said this before.

AN: I am starting to slowly work through my list now.

 

I didn’t exactly get the smut out that I wanted but this turned out pretty damn good if I do say so myself. For now, remember, if you’re reviewing on AFF.net I will happily respond to you via my yahoo group, link on my profile or via e-mail if you leave said item. Thank you.

 

Enjoy you all!

 

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They didn’t know how it happened, or why but really they could care less about the details. Really to them, it was just a part of their lives, or rather after lives if you wanted to get technical.

 

It had started when Ichigo had turned 20. He had gone out with Sado, Ishida, Orihime, Tatski, and Keigo, Mizuiro having a date that day and would celebrate with Ichigo later on that week. For the most part, they had wandered around Karakuras various shopping centers, spending the money that they got from Soul Society for taking care of various hollows. They hadn’t expected a tweaker with an itchy trigger finger to hold up the store that they were in, much less to use the gun that he had.

 

Everyone but Ichigo had made it out relatively unscathed. Ichigo ended up dieing there from a rather nasty wound, a major artery having been nicked.

 

Shunsui had been the one to take him back to Soul Society after he had said his good byes to his friends, family and other important people. During that first week, he had stayed with Shunsui at his home to get used to the fact that he wouldn’t be able to just jump between worlds as much as he wanted to. It had been a hard time but he had done it with the help of Shunsui and Jyuushiro, who had both become good friends.

 

After that, he had started to train in various things, being to powerful to go to the academy but being to under trained for being placed in a division without some major training. It had only taken him around 6 months to past every single test and then test his power levels properly. He was placed under Jyuushiro as his fukutaicho and he was happy as such.

 

He got to go see the human world, his friends often came to see him, he did some hollow hunting, he trained the new recruits and did a lot of paper work. A huge amount of paperwork actually. It seemed that Jyuushiro was always falling behind on his paperwork and some of it had been foisted off onto Ichigo, making him grumble often and loudly.

 

He was also the one who made sure that Jyuushiro returned any books he borrowed, paid off Shunsuis bar tab after getting the money from the man and hung out with other friends he had made over the last two years.

 

And now, here he was, on his 22nd birthday, sipping rice wine with the others, watching Kira blush at the flirting he was getting from Yumichika while Shuuhei looked on with fondness on his face, it was still surprising at how well those three worked but it was cute to Ichigo.

 

Sighing and shifting so that his legs were stretched out before him, his thoughts finally returning to his original line of thinking. Tilting his head back, he hummed quietly at the warm kiss to his neck he received from his lover and mate.

 

“Thinking hard?” was teasingly breathed into his ear, moist heat brushing over his ear, making him laugh softly.

 

“No not really. Just thinking about how we got together,” he replied, looking up into the rugged face of Shunsui, reaching up to tip his hat back. Shifting, he tugged the kimono top that the older man had draped over his shoulders back up.

 

“Oh? You mean how Unohana made us room after that one training session that ended up a rather nasty hollow attack?” Shunsui asked, raising an eyebrow and getting a snort.

 

“Precisely. A week with you and I was ready to drag myself out of there before falling for you completely,” Ichigo hummed, brushing a bit of hair back, eyes glazed as he remembered that week. He had been about stir crazy with boredom from watching Shunsui sleep most of the day away. Either that or watch him read and lounge about.

 

Of course when the man had to do something, he would tease and flirt Ichigo into a bright red flush, hiding behind a book, his covers or a pillow. Anything really. Of course, Ichigo started to fall for the man, not knowing how the other felt about him, which was rather hard for the younger shinigami.

 

But as soon as they got out, Shunsui had asked him out with that smug smirk on his face, eyes sincere and hoping. He had been hesitant to say yes, but he did and he hadn’t been sorry he did. The date had been wonderful and so had the ones that came after.

 

Ichigo also found out that there was a hidden softy side to the strong man next to him. Little gifts and flowers kept popping up and even though Ichigo complained about it, he never stopped his lover from sending them nor did he ever throw any of them out. It left him feeling warm and fuzzy that he had a mate who wanted to take care of him instead of him taking care of them.

 

“You love me,” Shunshi teased, getting a sweet smile from his lover in return.

 

“Of course I do,” Ichigo hummed, finishing off his rice wine and putting the little dish aside with a sigh. Shoving a strand of hair out of his face, he looked to Shunsui and tilted his head. “Want to get out of here and go home? I have that cake I made us and I want to make that dinner I had planned.”

 

“Aww, my little house wife,” Shunsui purred, watching as Ichigo stood up and smoothed his kimono down, the soft shades of blues and greens looking so good on him.

 

“Behave and you might get a treat tonight,” was the teasing response, making Shunsui sit up at attention, his mind going straight to the gutter. When ever his lover said something like that, Shunsui usually got to get Ichigo to role play or have sex in some new place that was on his list.

 

And the list was very, very long. They had only gone through about nine of the places and were enjoying it. It was a nice treat that happened every few weeks in some way and usually for some special reason.

 

Shunsui couldn’t help but wonder what Ichigo had planned for this round and wanted to wiggle in anticipation.

 

“Let’s go then,” Shunsui chirped happily, offering his arm to Ichigo who took it. They slipped out the door, leaving behind snickering guests, knowing that the couple would be very happy and a new place would be marked off the famous list.