Ichigo stared out the glazed window in the 2-A classroom through hazed eyes. The room is filled with darkness, only a soft glow of light seeping through the glass. The orange haired gasped and groaned, echoing the sounds throughout the empty hallways. Sweat collected across his forehead and chest. He grips one hand into the clothes that lay carelessly beside him, the other tightly holding onto a growling Grimmjow, who had already been going at it for an hour. He slid Ichigo higher up against the desk, pushing further in. Orange top groaned louder, his throat catching on uneven breaths, his body shaking with pleasure. "Ahh, Grimmjow… please...st–" he moaned as the sexta increased his speed, pulling Ichigo closer with every motion. "No," he whispers, his voice like stemming hot silk against velvet into the boy's ear. "I'm not done yet." The sound of Grimmjow's voice sends chills down Ichigo's spine, allowing the overwhelming sensations to elapse, spilling all over Grimmjow's chest and the desk below them. He was still trembling as he allowed his eye's to find Grimmjow's fixed intensely into his. Grimmjow reach his hand over to the boy's face, gentle stroking it as though it were a sign of love. The blush on his face increased with each passing second, as though he and this man were the only two on earth. The pulsing of his heart nearly stop when he noticed the sexta leaning towards him, eyes closing slightly. Their lips met and Ichigo thought he would die in this very moment. He tried his best to keep up with Grimmjow's hasty, harsh pace. But he found himself overwhelmed with sweetness and moistness his tongue had to offer. It swayed around the inside of his mouth so quickly, he thought Grimmjow was trying to clean it with own. Somehow, he managed to pull the boy closer into him, the kiss deepening to an extreme extinct. That's when Ichigo knew he had to break away, before the lack of air and Grimmjow's scent suffocated him. "We should go now, Grimmjow, I think someone might be coming," he said, breathing heavy. Grimmjow glanced around the room, seeing that it wasn't nearly as dark as when they first arrived. He shook his head, as if clearing his thoughts. "I guess. We've been here a while." He says, his eyes shifting back over to the still naked Ichigo, his face as red as strawberries, his legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Then he grins wickedly. "Then again, we still have a few hours…" he says, driving himself into Ichigo again, who gasped loudly, wishing that this dude would be done already.
He opens his eyes to see a smiling Rukia inches from his face, the sun blinding light into his room as white as ashes. It was a dream. Ichigo screams, not because of Rukia, not because he's only wearing boxers without the covers over his body, but because he was dreaming about Grimmjow. His breathing picks up as he tries to analyze the situation. Rukia's just sitting on his bed shaking him half to death, asking what's wrong. But Ichigo can't hear her, can't hear anything. He only hears the same words over and over again, it was just a dream! He screams it out in his head. Finally he relaxes after Rukia takes a textbook and smacks him over the head with it. He falls, crashing right into the headboard of his bed. "What the fuck, Rukia! What are you even doing here? He yells, gripping tightly onto his throbbing, and probably bleeding, head. She jumps off from the bed, releasing the same anger level. "I am here as I always am, to get you to fight a hollow! It's not my fault that you want to sleep in bed all day long!"