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Ghost in the Shell Minis	By : Strailo Category: +G to L > Ghost in the Shell Views: 4584 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Ghost in the Shell, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: A Little Something

Fandom: Ghost in the Shell

Pairing: Batou/Togusa

Part: 2/5

Word count: 1,565

AN: Another chapter. Mind you the only reason why I’m posting this twice a week is because I have the back up. When I post the “He’s an Idiot” series (which is a bleach series), I will be posting once a week.

Until Tuesday, enjoy!

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Togusa’s prediction came true and they landed a case, a very large one that meant that he couldn’t move back into his house right away, much less show Batou around the house. Once they had finished with the newest case, Togusa with a sprained ankle and a beautiful array of bruises, Batou came over, just walking into the house like he already lived there, much to his friend’s ire as he rested on the couch.
“Not much left over,” Batou drawled as he looked around the sparsely furnished house, or at least what he could see.
“I had most of it removed when I knew she didn’t want any of it. It was very...feminine. I’m not into flowers as big as my head,” Togusa stated, groaning as he sat up. “Now, what brings you here, Batou?”
“I came because the Major wanted to make sure you weren’t going to hurt yourself any more then you already were trying to do something,” Batou stated as he flopped down into a recliner. “That and I got into a massive snarl fest with my landlord. I have to pack up in a week and move out. So I really do need a place.”
“Fine. Get your shit and bring it over. Furniture included since I don’t have anything,” Togusa said, waving a hand and watching a large smile spread over the other mans face.
“Great. I have it all here and ready to go,” Batou said, pushing himself up and out of his chair. Togusa moaned and waved a hand at him once more.
“Your room is the first door on the left at the top of the stairs. Mine is at the end of the hall. You’re gonna have to repaint since its pink at the moment,” he warned.
“I can paint. You just lay there, kid, and I’ll bring the stuff in.”

Sighing, Togusa flopped back onto his couch and laid his arm over his eyes, letting himself doze as he listened to Batou and a few of his friends move the man’s furniture into the house, placing things around the house. He barely twitched when Batoru started to paint the bedroom a neutral color that they both liked, he was so deeply asleep by that time.

Once the large man was done with the painting, it was late afternoon and Togusa was sitting up from his prone position, rubbing at the sleep in his eyes. Batou smiled as he walked down the stairs, wiping his hands free of his paint and watching the younger man yawn at him in greeting.

“Those must be some great pain killers,” Batou chuckled as he received a nod.

“Oh yea, really great stuff. I take one and I’m out,” Togusa groaned as he stood, feeling stiff but the pain nearly nonexistent. “But for now, I need food. I took out a chicken earlier and it’s been marinating for the day. If you can pull it out, I’ll be able to start dinner.”

“Sounds good to me,” Batou said, rubbing his hands in anticipation. As Togusa pulled out a rack and pan from a cabinet, he found the whole chicken that had been halved and was covered in a dark, reddish liquid that smelled so good to him when he opened the bag. Togusa added water to the bottom of the pan.

“Hand me the bag, please,” Togusa said, taking the chicken and bag before pouring the liquid into the waiting water. Placing the rack in, he placed the split chicken down, washed his hands and dusted the skin with a spice mix that drew Batous attention.

“Where did you learn to cook?” he asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter.

“I wasn’t always married, Batou. At one point in time, I did have to fend for myself for a time there. So I took some cooking lessons,” Togusa chuckled, sliding the chicken into the oven. “Put some rice into the rice cooker would you? And some of the mixed herbs by the cooker to the water before you add the water,” he said, pulling out sweet peas and laying them on the counter.

Dinner was made quickly, Batou doing what was asked and amazed that he had never seen this side of the younger man. Once it was cooked and served, the two men sat down, Togusa taking a half of a pain killer while Batou started in on the food like he had been starved. Togusa just shook his head in amusement and started to eat his own mean, blushing at the compliments that came from the other man.

“You’re doing dishes,” he stated, Batou gazing at him in surprise. Togusa could practically see the blinking that would be happening if Batou had had normal eyes. “It’s only fair.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Batoru huffed in laughter and shook his head before going back to his own plate.

Togusa finished his last bite of food, wiping his mouth with a napkin as he sat back. “There is a dish washer by the way,” he said as he gathered the last of the dishes and walked them into the kitchen. Togusa smiled as he felt the pain killer take a hold finally, letting him stand and head up to the bathroom to take a shower. He was glad that there were different water heaters for the house.

Closing the door behind him, Togusa groaned as he remembered he needed to get night clothes from his bedroom. Leaving the bathroom and heading for his bedroom, he looked around the richly colored walls that were somehow soothing and arousing before grabbing his sleep pants and giant shirt that he wore off of the bed. Clothes in hand, he padded to the bathroom again and closed the door behind him as he dimmed the lights.

Night clothes on the counter, Togusa stripped out of his suit and dropped it into a hamper along with his socks and boxers before flipping the hot water on to heat up the bathroom. As that happened, he eyed the bruises that had been blooming and made a note to put some fresh cream onto them.

Steam started to cloud the mirror, prompting him to step under the spray of hot water, nearly moaning as the hot water rained down over his aching body. Relaxing under the spray, he missed the sound of Batou walking up the stairs to knock on the bathroom door.

When Batou didn’t receive an answer, he opened the door, his eyebrows shooting upwards at the sight that greeted him. Togusa was running his hands through water logged hair that had plastered itself to his skin, framing his face.

Water slicked over lean, coiled muscles that spoke of hard work to gain them instead of hours at the gym. The sight teased him into wondering just how they would react if he was to touch or lick at the skin and muscles.

Swallowing and running his eyes over the pale body and the swell of the pert ass that lead to miles of legs that were just as leanly muscled as the rest of him, Batou pulled himself away from the sight and closed the door.

Walking into his bedroom, he flopped back onto his bed and rubbed at his face as he tried to dispel the memory of what he had just seen. True, he had showered with Togusa in the same locker room, but the younger male had always used the stalls.

Feeling a twitch in his pants, he moaned softly at the thought of Togusa naked and wet that presented itself to him again. “Fuck,” Batou groaned as he rubbed at his face with both hands and worked to kill his arousal quickly.

“Fuck? What got you worked up enough to say fuck?” Removing his arm, Batou was quick to lift his head and look at Togusa, finding him standing there, working a towel over his head and looking curious. He was wearing nothing more than a pair of sleep pants and a shirt much too big for him, showing off the skin of his shoulder.

To Batou, it was one of the sexiest outfits he had seen, but then again, it might have been because he hadn’t gotten laid in over a month.

“Just thinkin’ that I need to get out again,” Batou chuckle, smirking lightly at the raised eyebrows.

“If you do, please keep things down until you get to your room yeah? The only good things about these rooms are the fact that the walls are damn near soundproof,” Togusa said, tramping down the feeling of jealousy that tried to bloom in his chest. Smirking at his friend, he waved a hand and headed down the stairs, wanting some tea to relax with for the night.

As he sat down, a tea pot filled with tea next to him, he picked up a book and started to read, only looking up when Batou cleared his throat. He noticed that the man was wearing rather interesting civilian clothing, especially considering that Batou usually preferred cargo pants and a tank top.

“Is there an extra key for the house?” he asked. Togusa reached out and picked up a ring of keys, finding the key that he wanted and tossing it to the older man. “Thanks. Don’t wait up.”

“Not planning to,” Togusa chuckled, going back to his book.
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