Ladies and Gentlemen

**Kubo owns Bleach and all the confusion it currently entails (I don't really care about the plot, Just bring back Ichigo's powers so we can see Shiro again...and where the fuck is Grimmjow? Certainly not dead!) and New Drug is by Thousand Foot Krutch.

Ladies and Gentlemen 25

Orange Headed Drug~

"I want it, I need it,

I taste it, I breathe it,

It fuels my aggressions,

And fuels all my questions,

I cannot conceal it,

It hits me, I feel it,

It kills me, I bleed it,

Now I believe it..."

Thrumming my fingers on the desk next to the keyboard, I bob my head to the music while reading over my financial plan for the 118th time, still feeling like something is missing. The little, blinking cursor is mocking me from it's stationary position, like it knows what I'm leaving out but refuses to share. I glare at the little bastard, wracking my brain for the missing piece.

"...I, I want it! I, I need it!

I, I breathe it,

You are the new drug.

I, I want you! I, I need you!

I believe you,

You are the new drug..."

Temporarily giving in, I lean back in my chair and close my eyes when I realize that I've been scanning the same page for the past hour. Christ almighty I can't even think straight. I know what the problem is too. Ichigo has been spending the past few days either locked in his dorm researching, or with his mentor, Urahara Kisuke, getting things in order and preparing for that conference in the U.S.

"...I want it, I need it

I trust it, I breathe it,

It fuels my aggressions,

And fuels all my questions..."

Meaning we haven't had sex in nearly five days and I'm horny as fuck. Apparently, this is what only a few days of fasting does to me now. When did I become so weak? I never had this problem before Ichigo. Back then, sexual release once a week or so was enough, and the partner didn't really matter. Not that I'd have ever turned down an opportunity in between lays, I've always had a hearty libido, but this is just ridiculous. Now I sit here, sexually frustrated to the point I can't focus, and the only thing I can really think about is my Orange headed drug.

"...I cannot conceal it,

It drives me, I feel it,

It fills me, I need it,

Now I believe it,

Want to let it go..."

What positions I could take him in on this desk, the noises and faces he'd make, carrying him to bed after our release, and holding him close in post sex relaxation as we drift to sleep together.

"...I, I want it! I, I need it!

I, I breathe it,

You are the new drug.

I, I want you! I, I need you!

I believe you,

You are the new drug..."

Speaking of sleep, now that I think about it, I haven't slept very well for the past couple nights either. I remember joking with him in the beginning of our relationship that I would, and did, sleep so much better if he was there with me. I always knew that I enjoyed his company in bed, but I never realized how dependent on it I am. Has it always been that way? Or is this something that developed over the year and a half we've been sleeping together?

"...Don't hold your breath,

Don't hold your breath,

Don't hold your breath..."

A year and a half. For former playboy Tensa Shirosaki, that seems like an eternity to devote myself to one person. Considering my way of thinking since puberty had been that the way to happiness was 'fuck and run' so I wouldn't have to put up with their shit, I suppose that a small year and a half out of the whole decade isn't really much. But not once, since the day I decided to pursue Ichigo, have I entertained the slightest thought of running. If anything, I have often worried that one day he'd try to run from me. From the stories I remember hearing from Grimmjow all those years ago, Ichigo was never one for relationships, and shied away from commitment, which Grimm claimed was the reason Ichigo 'left' him. Though there has been debate as to whether or not the two were ever official to begin with.

"... I, I want it! I, I need it!

I, I breathe it,

You are the new drug.

I, I want you! I, I need you!

I believe you,

You are the new drug..."

What would I do if he tried to leave me? What if when he graduates he decides that he wants something more than a club owner, and an apartment in the city? Hell, where is he planning to move after the dorm? I had never envisioned him anywhere but there and here. Thoughts of the future lost on my current happiness just to have him with me.

"...I want it!

I need it!

I breathe it!

You are the new drug..."

Snapping my eyes open I stop and scoff at myself, part for my own uncharacteristic uncertainty and part for the naïve notion that Ichigo would just up and leave me for my career choice. He fell in love with a stripper didn't he? And from what I've seen, 'Love' is definitely not a term Ichigo uses lightly. Quieting my own dumbass insecurities, I return the the other question raised, the future.

"...I want it!

I need it!

I bleed it!

You are the new drug!"

Ichigo getting his own place after graduation is likely what he has in mind. We both seem to have a history of enjoying our own personal space, so the thought is logical and reasonable, both things a perfect description of Ichigo. So, why does that thought not sit well with me?


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"So, you're comin' back in town for Christmas right?"

I fall back on my bed, careful not to disturb my freshly folded laundry. I really hate packing. "Yeah, why wouldn't I?"

"Well I wasn't sure if ya had plans with that mystery boyfriend of yours." Oh, right.

I haven't even thought about it, much less asked Shiro what his plans were. Last year he went to his dad's and I went to see my family. Since we hadn't been together that long yet, spending Christmas together didn't seem that important, and we just exchanged gifts when we got back.

"Yeah, honestly Renji, I'm not sure what his plans are this year. But you know I'd never skip out on Christmas with my sisters, Yuzu'd never forgive me."

"You know Ichigo, we'd like to meet him eventually. I can't believe you've been with someone for two years and still haven't introduced him to your friends and family. How can we be sure you aren't making this shit up?"

The jibe was light-hearted and his voice holds nothing but amusement, but I still can't help but become a bit defensive, "A year and a half, and that's not true, Chad has met him and Grimmjow's known him for years-"

I was cut off by his abrupt laughter, "Holy fuck, you never tell us anything! He's friends with Grimmjow? How'd that work out for ya?"

My mind does a quick playback of all the bantering and fighting between the two, "I'd rather not talk about it." I really don't have all night, and even then it'd be the shortened version.

"Lame Ichigo, lame. Well at least I know ya couldn't make somethin' like that up. Seriously though, when are ya bringin' him? I'm sick of listening to Rukia whine about it."

I think about that for a second. Is Shiro ready for something like my dad? Hell, am I ready to actually put him through something like my dad? Renji's right though, it will have to happen eventually, right?

"I'll talk to Shiro about it the next time I see him, but I can't guarantee anything, I mean you remember my dad right?"

Renji laughs again at that, "Oh come on, he's not that bad." Apparently he doesn't remember.

"Not that bad? You haven't forgotten about the spastic behavior and random attacks right?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Or better yet, remember when he met Grimmjow? Yeah, the giant rubber duck incident?" I feel my face heat up just remembering it, barely registering that Renji is now howling with laughter on the other end of the line.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up asshole."

"Come on, can ya blame me? Okay, so I get it, but you know that it if you're serious about this guy that it'll have to happen sometime. You are serious about him, right?"

"Yeah, I'm in love with the perverted bastard. Like I said, I'll talk to him about it."

"Good, I'll tell Rukia and maybe she'll get off it for a while. Anyway, I'll let ya go so you can finish packing."

I snort and return my gaze to the unforgiving pile of clothes. Would it be too much to ask that they just pack themselves? "Right, later Renji."

"See ya, Ichigo."

Snapping the phone shut, I hop to my feet, 'might as well get this shit over with.'

I crouch down to pull my gray duffel bag out from under the futon, only to jump and fall back on my ass when loud banging echoes through the dorm. What the fuck? Who'd be banging on my door this late at night? Moving to the origin of the obnoxious sound, I grind my teeth as the banging starts again. I swear if it's that drunk, pants-less fucker from across the hall again...my thoughts are halted as I rip open the door and am immediately assaulted with a white blur, chilled lips pressed feverishly against my own.

Confused, but happy to see him none the less, I return the kiss, weaving my hands through his cold locks. Before I can take it any further he pulls away, panting like he'd just run a marathon and despite the cold weather, his black t-shirt is sticking to him, dampened with sweat. Wait, t-shirt?

"Shiro, where the hell is your coat?"

Instead of answering my question, he smiles and shakes his head, "I missed ya Ichi." Sure, that answers everything?

My eyebrow quirks and I hope that I look as confused as I feel, "Um, yeah, I missed you too, but that doesn't-"

He interrupts, looking hopeful, "Why?"

"...What?"

"Why did you miss me?" Seriously?

"Are you drunk?" Stoned? Severely caffinated?

He's still standing in my doorway, clad only in a pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt and untied sneakers in twenty degree weather, wearing that same giddy grin, and asking me why I missed him. Shaking his head in what I am assuming is the answer to my 'drunk' question, he offers no further information. Sighing, I concede and humor him, "You are my boyfriend. Aren't I supposed to miss you after having spent days apart? That's typically what happens when you spend time away from someone you care about right?"

He rose a brow, "Your roommate has been on vacation all week and you care about him. Do you miss him too?"

"...Not like that...Fine, no. But I'm not in love with Chad." There's a sentence I never thought I'd have to say.

His smile grew wider, is that all he wanted to hear? That I love him? "We don't have to miss each other like this Ichi..."

He seems to let the sentence hang like I should be getting something obvious. I don't get it, "What do you-"

"Move in with me Ichigo."

… … …What?