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Tales of a Broken Society	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 41133 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Colds
Parts: 1/2
Pairing: Shunsui/Shuuhei
Requested by: Anon on AFF.net
Word count: 1,063
AN: Okay, so I’m back on to posting these every Friday as I type them up! So, enjoy this one and remember to send me lots of love.
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Snickering quietly, Shunsui sat down on the bed and patted at the lump under the covers, getting a soft growl of displeasure. Pulling the blanket down enough to see a tattooed cheek and blurry eyes, the long haired man raised an eyebrow and smoothed down said dark hair.
“Good morning Hisagi,” Shunsui hummed, watching Shuuhei groan and close his eyes once more. Running a large hand over the others forehead, he sighed at the extra warmth that he found there. “I knew I should have picked you up from the campus, but you had to insist that you were just fine. Even with that nasty storm that hit,” he scolded his much younger fiancé, getting a slight pout from the young man.
“I know. I thought it would hold out long enough for me to get to Starrks and Ichigos place,” Shuuhei replied, leaning into the other mans hand. “Ichigo got caught on the way home from dropping off his newest art assignment. He’s probably just as miserable as I am.”
“And probably has his own lover fussing over him. Be glad that I work from home,” the older man teased, getting up and off the bed and heading for the kitchen. Shuuhei sat up slowly as he watched his lover move with sleepy, dazed eyes.Pulling the blanket up to sit around his shoulders, he settled in to think about the bigger man nad how they had met.
Shunshui had been a guest speaker at Shuuheis Creative Writing class, a day where it was threatening to rain, just as it had the day before. But It had started when the class had let out instead of holding off long enough for Shuuhei to get home, making him have to choose between calling a cab or walking home since Starrk was working for another four hours.
Shunshui had offered him a ride, going out of his way to drop him off. After that, they had gotten together to get to know each other and from there they had become lovers. It had been so very natural for the two of them. And now they were engaged, living together quite happily, and Shuuhei was sick after being caught in a storm.
Shunsui walked back into their bedroom carrying a tray of tea and soup brother that shuuhei knew Ichigos younger sisters had made for the cold season.
“Soup huh? I take it you defrosted it last night,” Shuuhei teased, getting a smug look from his older lover. “Wipe the smugness of your face. All you did was heat the broth without burning it. I still don’t trust you in the kitchen, especially not with the way you covered it in sauce the last time. How you got red sauce on all the walls and the floor I will never know,” he grumped. Shunsui smiled sheepishly at his lover, remembering that incident quite well.
“I’ll call Starrk and Ichigo, see if Starrk is willing to make some chicken soup for you if I paid for the ingredients,” Shunsui mused, watching Shuuhei slowly eat, occasionally stopping as if he was going to cough or sneeze before continuing to eat. “Let me grab some saltines,” he said, standing up once more. The tattooed male smiled as the bigger man headed for the kitchen once more, muttering about what he would need to have delivered from the store and wondering if their friends would answer the phone.
Shaking his head, Shuuhei went back to his soup, enjoying the gentle flavors, thanking every deity that Yuzu always made extra during the colder months. It meant there was always base for soups, soups for when they didn’t want to cook and broth when they got sick. He would have to send Yuzu a card and something nice in thanks once he got better. And next time he saw a damn storm cloud, he would drag his lover away from whatever he was working on. Shunsui walked in with a box of saltines in his hands and stopped in the doorway, enjoying the soft look his sweet lovers face. It was soft, telling the writer that Shuuhei was thinking about someone he cared about and was probably making plans for something. There was a bit of sweat and a light blush across his cheeks from the fever that was not that bad, but still worried him. The dark eyes were lost in thought, making the long haired man wonder what was going on in the others head. Moving from the door, he broke his fiancés train of thought by sitting down next to him.
“Here, crackers as promised,” Shunsui chirped happily, handing over a thing of crackers, watching as his mate smiled and opened the wrapping with a crinkle.
“Thank you,” Shuuhei hummed, dipping a cracker into the soup before eating it with a hum of pleasure. Shunsui leant back on one hand, watching the younger male slowly eat his way through a few crackers and the rest of the broth. Soon Shuuhei was yawning over his tray, blinking a few times with wide eyes, making the older man laugh and remove the tray, putting it aside for the moment.
“You should get some more sleep,” Shunsui hummed quietly, eyes soft and loving as Shuuhei looked up at the other man with a sleepy look. Getting the lean man to lay back on the bed, covering him with the blanket, Shunsui smiled and made sure that his lover was comfortable before leaving the bedroom with the tray, placing it on one counter.
Putting the left over broth away to heat later, Shunsui cleaned the dishes up before putting them and the saltines away. Finished with that, he called up Starrk and Ichigo, getting the lazy man to agree to make chicken soup, promising to have the food sent to the apartment. Getting off the phone with his friends, he called the store and ordered said food, sending some of it towards Stark and Ichigo for the soup.
Finished with that, he gathered his laptop and phone and headed back into the bedroom. Settling onto the bed, Shunsui smoothed dark hair down as Shuuhei turned over and curled closer to his mate, nuzzling into his hip. Laughing lowly, the writer continued to write on his current book, this one all about two men who met on a story day and fell in love.
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