Holy crap! It's a miracle! I've finally updated this! I know it's been forever. I'm sorry but I spent most of the time in a black hole not wanting to do nothing. I had to force myself to do things including working on this. But with the people around me bugging me I was able to dig my way out of the hole. XD Let's hope I don't fall into it again. But enough of me talking about my depression. Let's get to the good stuff.

Thanks to Healer, my beautiful beta-chan who told me that this chapter was amazing. And that it seems like I don't need her to beta my stuff but I do. I really do.

I wasn't going to dedicate this to anyone but Nagi this one is for you. Why? Because you are awesome and I loved Wedding Dress and for other stuff too.

Disclamer: Now you should know by now that I don't own Bleach or the characters. Because if I did...heeheehee...

Chapter 3: Lollipop

Orihime almost spat out her juice she had been drinking but luckily she was able to swallow it before it went all over the place. She stared at her best friend who was just staring back at her with a straight face. She wasn't sure if she really heard her friend clearly, she could have imagined what she had said.

"Huh?" Was all the healer was able to say to her friend.

Tatsuki knew Orihime had heard her but was trying to play it off. Placing her elbow on the table surface and her chin in her hand, Tatsuki asked the same question again, this time making sure that there would be no way Orihime wouldn't be able to hear it. "What happened between you and Ichigo?"

That time Orihime heard her loud and clear. She remembered what she told herself in the girl's bathroom at school. Act like nothing happened. She had to stick to those words. Looking down at her cup, Orihime quietly asked, "What do you mean, Tatsuki-chan?"

"You know exactly what I mean Orihime. Both you and Ichigo were acting weird the entire day, especially around each other. Something happened between you two and I want to know what."

'Was it that obvious that something happened with me and Kurosaki-kun?' Orihime didn't think that anyone had picked up on the tension that there was between the two. Then again, she wasn't really surprised that Tatsuki had picked that up. Tatsuki was always good at knowing when there was something wrong with Orihime. No matter how hard Orihime tried to hide something from Tatsuki, she was found out by her best friend. But this time she wasn't even sure if she could hide it from her.

Orihime's hands squeezed the cup in front of her tighter. She knew she needed to deny that anything had happened. "I don't know what you're talking about Tatsuki-chan. Nothing happened between me and Kurosaki-kun."

"Well it sure as hell didn't seem like that," Tatsuki leaned closer into the table, smirking. "Come on Orihime, tell me what happened."

She wasn't sure what to say next, she could tell her everything or tell her nothing at all. If she told Tatsuki that Ichigo was in her apartment last night when she was dreaming about him and that he witnessed the whole thing, Tatsuki would probably try and hurt Ichigo. But then again, Tatsuki might brush it off and do nothing about it. As much as Orihime wanted to think that Tatsuki wouldn't do anything to Ichigo when she found out what happened she knew that was not possible.

'But what if I only tell her about the dream? I could leave out the part that Kurosaki-kun was here when I was having the dream. That could work. But what if she puts two and two together?'

Orihime bit her bottom lip thinking that it was worth a shot but wasn't all that sure if it would work. That would have explained why she was acting the way she was around Ichigo but it wouldn't explain to Tatsuki why he was acting the way he was around Orihime.

'No, I can't tell Tatsuki! It's way too embarrassing!'

Without knowing it, Orihime's cheeks flushed a bright shade of red making Tatsuki more suspicious than she already was. Orihime's hands left the cup that they were firmly wrapped around and found themselves grabbing her skirt. She lowered her head so that her friend couldn't catch a glimpse of the tears forming in her eyes. Letting out a shaky breathe she mustered her voice. "I'm sorry Tatsuki but I can't tell you anything because nothing happened."

Tatsuki just sat there with her mouth open, blinking. 'Does she really think I'll believe that?'

The tomboy stood on her feet and walked to the other side of the table, kneeling back down next to the healer. She placed her hands on her friend's shoulder. "Orihime," she softly called out to her friend. She lowered her head, tilting it to the side; she tried to see if she could get Orihime to lift her head. "Orihime…hey," she called out again this time getting the healer to raise her head. She could see the tears that were forming in the eyes of her friend. She could see that it was hurting Orihime to answer the questions she was asking. She gave her a soft smile. "You know you can tell me anything, right? It doesn't matter what it is, I'll listen."

Orihime continued to stare at Tatsuki without moving or uttering a sound.

"I have a feeling there's something that you either can't or don't want to tell me. If that's the case then I'm not going to bother you with it anymore. But if you ever want to tell me, when you're ready, I'm all ears."

A small smile tugged on Orihime's lips, she knew that Tatsuki meant every word she said. Her hands left her skirt and wrapped themselves around Tatsuki, hugging her. "Thank you Tatsuki-chan."

"What are friends for?" She pulled back from her friend's embrace, placing her hands on Orihime's shoulders, sighing before smiling once again. "Now what do you say if we go out for a bit?"

"Huh? Go out?" Orihime blinked in confusion. "Where Tatsuki-chan?"

Tatsuki sat on the floor, crossing her legs in front of her. She shrugged. "I don't know. Wherever you wanna go."

"Wherever I want to go to huh?" The healer placed her index finger on her bottom lip as she looked up thinking of where they both should go. Her eyes widen and her mouth dropped open letting a gasp escape as she remembered that there was something that she wanted to see. "How about we go see a movie?"

"A movie huh?" Tatsuki cocked an eyebrow.

Orihime nodded happily. "Uh huh. It's called 'Why are you here?' It's about this alien that crash lands in Osaka and loses his memory. And a family finds him but they don't know that he is an alien because he looks human like us. And he has to find out who he is by tracking down clues but the thing is that nobody knows how the clues got there or who put them there. It's like a mystery. And the special effects look really cool. Oh and the-"

Tatsuki raised her hand to stop Orihime's rambling. "Alright, alright we'll go and see the movie."

Orihime threw her hands in the air. "Yay!"

Even though she was the one to suggest a movie, after hearing Orihime's description of the movie's storyline Tatsuki was somewhat regretting it. Her best friend has always had a wild imagination ever since she was young. At first meeting Orihime, Tatsuki thought that she must have been dropped more than once on her head but that was dismissed after finding out the head way that her head was as hard as a rock. Her wild imagination was one of the things that made her the person that she was.

'If sitting through that movie gets Orihime's mind off of whatever is bothering her then that's what I will have to do,' she thought as she helped Orihime clear the table. 'But it's not going to distract me from paying Ichigo a little visit.'

'I never noticed that it was this white before,' the substitute shinigami thought has he stared up at his ceiling. He laid on his bed with his legs stretched out one over the other and his hands behind his head. He moved his right leg from on top of his left to rest on the bed and his left leg moved to rest on the right. 'Did it get whiter while I was looking?'

'Tsk.'

The sound of his counterpart made his eyebrow's furrow and his frown deepen. 'What?'

'I'm just amazed at your brilliance, King,' the hollow remarked sarcastically. 'To think that your ceiling is getting whiter by the minute. Fascinating.'

Ichigo rolled his eyes at the hollow within him. 'Shut up. Nobody asked you.'

'You're right about nobody asking me but did you forget that I know everything you know, see everything you see. And when I mean everything, I mean EVERYTHING.'

Ichigo's eyes widen at his counterparts remark. "Wait, what?" He quickly pushed himself up, sitting on the bed. "Don't tell me…please don't tell me you saw what happened at Inoue's last night."

A sadistic laugh escaped the lips of the equally sadistic owner. 'I sure did. Every single bit of it and I can't wait to see more. That princess is one delectable creature. The things I'd do to her.'

"I'll never let you near her. You'd have to go through me first," balling up his fists; he tensed his muscles as if he were ready to strike his counterpart.

'Tsk, that can be arranged. How do you wanna go? Quick and painless or slow and agonizing?'

"Last time I checked I kicked your ass twice."

'That was a fuckin' fluke.'

A smirk appeared on the substitute shinigami's face. "Twice?" He relaxed his tense muscles and fell back onto his bed when he heard his counterpart growl at him knowing that he had shrunken his ego.

Tucking his left hand behind his head he let the other rest by his side. His brown eyes went back to what they were doing before he was interrupted by his counterpart. But this time he wasn't wondering if his ceiling had always been that white. The words from his counterpart ran through his head, 'I see everything you see…'

This made his fist ball up and his scowl to deepen. He knew that the hollow lying inside of him was a part of him that for as much as he wanted he couldn't get rid of. All he could do was to ignore him or beat him to submission. But there was something good that he got out of his counterpart, power. The power that he would not have with just his shinigami ones. With that power he was able to fight and defeat Aizen and the Espadas, he was able to save everyone in the Soul Society and Karakura and most of all he was able to bring Orihime back from Hueco Mundo, save and sound. He couldn't live with his counterpart but in a way as much as he didn't want to admit it, he couldn't live without him.

Closing his eyes, he inhaled a deep breath trying to clear his head. He didn't want to really think of anything right now, he just wanted to be an empty shell.

"…Kuro…"

Rolling on her back, gave him a perfect view of her exposed cleavage from her low-cut nightgown. Her small hands clenched the white sheet that covered her lower body. Her long legs shifted back and forth from under the white sheet.

"…yes…"

She arched her back as she gasped and let out another moan that seemed to engulf the room. Her breathing became more rapid and the moans louder. With every breath she took, her chest would move up and down causing the edge of her nightgown to slide up and down her breast, getting closer and closer in revealing her hard buds.

"…faster…Kurosaki-kun…"

His eyes snapped open focusing back on the white ceiling. That was the one thing he was trying not to think of, he needed to stop thinking about it. That image hadn't crossed his mind since he got home from school and he wanted to keep it that way. Or so he told himself. He didn't want to keep lying to himself that he didn't want to remember that image, if he could, he would relive it all over again.

'Like the little memory from last night?' The hollow asked. When Ichigo didn't bother answering his question, the hollow thought of something else to rile up the substitute shinigami. 'I would have ravished her right then and there. She was just beggin' to be taking over and over again.'

Ichigo shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose trying to ignore his annoying counterpart. He wasn't going to give him anything to full his fire.

'You know, you're a fuckin' pussy for not jumping at the opportunity. For some odd reason she kept moanin' your name over and over and not mine.'

'Tsk, I didn't even know you had a name.'

'I do for her. She'll need somethin' to scream while I'm fuckin' her brains out.'

Ichigo gridded his teeth, that was the end of the straw. There was no way he was going to let his hollow off the hook for that remark. "Like hell that will ever happen."

'That could easily happen, just let your guard down. Just once and I'll be quick to take over. She won't even know that it's me, being that I'll look just like you. It'll be perfect.'

Ichigo opened his mouth to answer his hollow but was interrupted when a knock came from his door. 'You'll have to wait.' "Yeah?"

He looked over to the door to see his childhood friend Tatsuki walk through the door. He quickly pushed himself off of his bed. "Hey Tatsuki, what are you doi-" He was cut off by her small but strong fist meeting his cheek. Falling back on his bed, he clenched his cheek. "What was that for?" He stared up at her dumbfounded as to why she had punched him.

"What the hell happen between you and Orihime?" She yelled at him, her fist balled up.

Ichigo blinked a couple of times. He could see the anger that was running through Tatsuki's veins. "What are you talking about?"

Tatsuki grabbed the collar of his shirt with both of her hands and brought his face close to hers. "You know exactly what I'm talking about Ichigo. Something happened between you and Orihime and I want to know what it is."

Ichigo's brown eyes slightly widen. 'Was it that obvious that something happened?' He lowered his head so that his orange bangs would cover his eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about Tatsuki. Nothing happened between me and Inoue."

"Like hell it didn't," her right hand left his shirt. She pulled it back ready to strike him. "I can tell that something happened. Orihime wouldn't have been acting that way she was if nothing had happened."

"You must have been imagining it Tatsuki. I didn't see anything wrong with Orihime."

Tatsuki's eyes slightly widen before narrowing. She released her right fist from where it was hovering in the air and sent it straight to Ichigo's face, letting him go so that he could fall back on his bed. "Don't think I'm stupid Ichigo. I know what I saw. It was like you two were poisonous to each other, like you guys couldn't be around each other. There was no contact what so ever between you two. It's not like you and Orihime to do that, especially not her."

There was no way in hell that he was going to tell Tatsuki that he witness Orihime dreaming about him and that they were having sex in the dream. All he could do was deny Tatsuki's questions while letting her get mad in the progress, even if it meant getting his ass kicked. He's gotten his ass kicked countless of times by hollows, Arrancars, Espadas, fellow shinigamis and by Tatsuki herself. What was one more time?

Clenching where Tatsuki had hit him for the second time, he propped himself up on his other elbow. He could taste the blood in his mouth. "Nothing happened and if it did, why do you care?"

If rage wasn't racing through Tatsuki's blood before it was certainly doing it now after hearing Ichigo's words. "Why do I care? Why do I care?" Tatsuki knelt right next to Ichigo on his bed and swung her fists at him. All Ichigo could do was shield himself with his arms from her attack. "I care because Orihime is my best friend. I have always been the one that she has leaned on and now she is keeping something from me and it's all because of you."

Ichigo had had enough of Tatsuki's attack and couldn't take it anymore. He hands wrapped around her small wrist, stopping them from their intended target. He looked up at her with a stern face. "Look Tatsuki nothing happened and if it did, it's between me and Inoue, nobody else. We'll get over whatever it is you think is happening between us. Stay out of it."

Tatsuki couldn't believe the words that had come out of Ichigo's mouth. It made her blood boil even more than it already was, she couldn't stand seeing him anymore. She pulled her wrist from his grasp and moved off of his bed. She paused before walking to the door. "If I find out that you did anything to hurt Orihime, I will never forgive you. And I guarantee that I will not leave you in the state that you're in right now, it'll be worst."

Ichigo merely sat on his bed watching his friend walk out of his room. He fell back on his bed when he heard the door close.

'I can't believe you let her kick your ass.'

"Shut up, I deserved it."

"Ich-i-go…"

The substitute shinigami simply groaned at the voice that was calling him.

"Ich-i-go…"

The voice was so seductive, so alluring, he couldn't ignore it anymore. Slowly he opened his brown eyes, squinting at the light from the ceiling; he waited for them to adjust at the bright light. Once he got used to it, he looked around to see the color white all around him. White curtains surrounded him from three sides, a white wall with a single small window made up the fourth side behind him. He sat up noticing that he was in single bed. The bedding matched the curtains that hanged from the metal rod. The light that bounced off all the white made everything brighter but it also seemed to make the room glow.

There was something familiar about where he was but he couldn't really put his finger on what it was. Something caught his eye at the end of the bed, a clipboard hanged from the foot railing. His eyes shifted to the small table at the side of the bed.

'What the hell? Where am I? And why is everything all white?'

"Ich-i-go…"

Ichigo turned his attention to the melodic voice, searching for it. A soft silhouette slowly walking along the outside curtain caught his eye. By the outline he could tell that it was a girl, but he didn't know who it was. He couldn't help but notice the luscious curves from the girl, his eyes focusing on her ample chest. Whoever she is, she was getting closer and closer by the second.

"Ich-i-go…"

His body tensed, holding his breath his hands clenched the sheets as the girl stopped right where two of the curtains meet. He tried to swallow but hadn't noticed that his throat had become extremely dry. He watched as the girl's hand reached for the fabric hanging in front of her, pushing the curtain aside. The light from the other side of the curtain was brighter than he expected. He rose his hand to shield his eyes. The light made the girl glow like a Goddess.

"Kurosaki-kun?"

Ichigo lowered his hand as the figure stepped forward and away from the light.

"Inoue?"

A pair of big gray eyes stared back at him before blinking. She stood before him in her school uniform, her auburn hair swept to the side in a low ponytail and her hairpins secured where they always were. The one thing missing from her uniform was the bowtie that would be secured under her collar. The top two buttons from the white school shirt were unbuttoned leaving a good view of her lovely cleavage. Her left hand gripped the white sucker stick that was in her mouth. A light shade of crimson appeared on Ichigo's cheeks when his eyes noticed that he could see her lime green bra coming through her white shirt.

'I wonder if she's wearing the matching panties.' Ichigo quickly diverted his eyes, cursing himself for thinking what about what just ran through his head. It wasn't until the healer's soft voice broke the silence that his eyes went back to her.

Orihime took the red sucker out of her mouth. "Are you alright Kurosaki-kun?" Her face was filled with concern over her classmate.

The substitute shinigami cocked his eyebrow in confusion. "Huh?"

"I heard that you weren't feeling good and that you came here to the nurse's office to recover." She walked over to him and sat on the edge of the bed. The healer leaned back and stretched out her legs before planting them back on the ground. "I just wanted to see how you were doing because you never end up in the nurse's office and I wanted to see if I could do anything to make you feel better."

"Oh," he ran his hand through his messy orange hair. "Really? I don't remember not feeling good. All I remember is waking up here then you coming in."

"Hmm, that's strange. You seem fine to me."

She popped the sucker back in her mouth and pushed it into her cheek. Ichigo couldn't help but notice the way she sucked on the sucker and the way she moved it around her mouth with her tongue. She held the stick in between her thumb and index finger, twirling it around as she continued to suck on it. Something about that made him picture what else she could suck on and run her tongue along. A low groan came from his throat when his eyes closed shut at the image.

His eyes snapped open; he shook his head trying to get those images out of his head. He needed to break this silence and get her to stop sucking on that sucker. Clearing his throat, he was able to get her attention. "I wonder where the nurse is at, I want to tell her that I'm there's nothing wrong with me."

Orihime pulled out the sucker from her mouth. "She wasn't here - oh no!" The sucker flew out of her hand and down to the floor. "My sucker! And it was a good one too," she crossed her arms under her breasts and pouted.

Ichigo mentally sighed, relieved that the sucker was on the floor and not in her mouth. He couldn't have been happier that it fell; he didn't need his mind to wander off to where it was before. He wasn't a pervert.

"I'm sure the nurse has some in here somewhere. Why not ask her for one when she gets here?"

His eyes pulled away from the floor to meet a pair of ashen ones. They seemed to be rather close to his face. He didn't even feel her move from where she was sitting. Somehow her face was inches away from his with a big smile on it. Her hands were placed on either side of his bottom while one of her knees rested next to his outer thigh and the other rested by his knee. Her bottom pointed out, her back slightly arched downward giving her a look of a feline.

Ichigo backed up as much as he could to the wall, tensing up the moment his back hit the wall. He felt like he was about to jump out of his skin. "Inoue?"

"What is it Kurosaki-kun?" She tilted her head to the side, her voice becoming softer and sweet.

"Uh, why-when did you get this close?" A bead of sweat ran down the side of his temple. He didn't know what to do and how exactly to get out of this situation.

"What do you mean Kurosaki-kun? I've always been this close," her lips hovered close to his, pulling back slightly when his breathe trickled her lips.

"Wha-wha-what do you mean?" He could feel her breathe on his lips. He was inches away from tasting her lips but something seemed to hold him back.

"You just haven't noticed. I've always been this close, through the good and bad," her eyes traveled from his lips back to his eyes. "And I will always be by your side, no matter what."

Her soft lips closed the gap that parted them. He instantly parted his lip for her, letting both of their tongues explore the other's mouths. Ichigo could taste the flavor that was left behind from the sucker. He wanted to pull her in closer, run his fingers through her auburn hair but his hands wouldn't move. They stayed glued to the bed, something was holding him down. He didn't know what it was but he knew that he needed to get free. He needed to touch that creamy skin of hers.

Orihime brought her back knee to rest next to his outer thigh as she slowly stood up on her knees. Ichigo tilted his head back to follow her lips. Orihime's hands left the bed and found their way to his shirt, slowly unbuttoning the white school shirt button by button.

Ichigo pulled away from soft lips. "Inoue…"

"Hmm? What is it?" She pulled back, sitting on his legs. She began to untuck her shirt from her skirt.

"Wha-what are you doing?" His once moist mouth became dry when the healer slowly unbuttoned her shirt. He couldn't pull his eyes as from her hands, following them as they went from one button to another, waiting for this glorious view.

"Don't you like it?" She opened her shirt, swiftly taking it off and tossing it to the floor.

Finally that annoying thin white fabric was out of the way making the lime green bra clearer than it was before. Ichigo tried to swallow what saliva he had in his dry mouth. He didn't know what he did to deserve this torture that he was enduring right now. He wanted to have one of her luscious breast in his palm but his arms wouldn't move.

Her hands ran up his chest to his shoulders, pushing back his shirt revealing his sculpted upper body. She captured his lips again this time more passionate than before, deepening the kiss as much as she could. Ichigo could feel her breasts pressing against his bare chest. He cursed the fabric that kept him from feeling her bare skin on his. Her lips left his, she lick up the side his jaw, lightly biting his ear. Her hand slowly crept its way down his chest, making sure to run across his defined abs stopping at his belt buckle. She began to unbuckle his belt and undo his school pant, lowering the zipper.

"Inoue, don't…" He needed to stop her from doing what it seemed like she was about to do. He needed to stop her before it was too late. "Stop…"

"Relax, Kur-o-sa-ki-kun," she slipped her hand into his pant gripping his already hard member. He flinched at her touch. "May, may we have a live one," she pulled out his member. "I can't believe you're already this hard from the kissing we just did. Let's see what happens if I do-"

"Inoue!" His voice hitched when she slowly moved her hand up and down his shaft.

"Shh, relax," she whispered in his ear. "Sit back and enjoy the fun."

Her lips grazed along his neck, her breathe trickling off of his skin. She licked up his Adam's apple only to kiss her way back down. Her free hand roamed his abdomen while the other one was busy stroking his shaft. She made her way down rotating between using only her tongue to placing open mouth kisses.

When she reached her destination, she looked back up at him smiling. "Who needs a sucker when you have this."

Ichigo inhaled sharply when he felt her wet tongue run over his tip. His whole body tensed up under the touch that belonged to the healer in front of him. There was something telling him that he needed to stop her, something that kept screaming at him. Something that right now at this moment, he wanted nothing more than to ignore.

Chills ran down Ichigo's spin when her tongue slowly ran itself up the bottom of his shaft. She repeated it over again causing another chill. Her tongue worked its way along his shaft inch by inch, teasing him. Ichigo opened his mouth to say something to the healer in front of him but instead of words coming out a low and deep moan escaped his mouth. His shaft was slowly being engulfed by her moist mouth. Little by little she made her way down applying a bit of pressure from her lips. Her mouth became a suction coming back up making a "pop" sound when his shaft left her mouth.

A corner of healer's lips lifted into a smirk as Ichigo produced another moan. Satisfied with the reaction from Ichigo, she repeated the step over again hoping to get another moan from him.

"Ino-" He was cut off by the moan that escaped him.

Ichigo's eyes rolled back, shutting them close as his head swung back. The healer slowly moved up and down his shaft while one of her hands followed suit. Bit by bit the healer's speed picked up causing Ichigo to involuntarily buck into her. She made sure her tongue ran itself up differently every time giving him a different feeling every time she came up. Her free hand ran itself up his inner thigh stopping at his balls massaging them with her fingers.

The orange-haired shinigami hung his head down, opening his eyes to look at the auburn hair of the healer. He didn't know what to do or what to say, it was all new to him. He hated to admit it but what the healer was doing to him felt good, really good. He didn't want her to stop.

Ichigo's breathing became deep and swallow as her movements became faster. It felt like a buildup was forming in the area she was focusing on. He had the feeling that she was going to help him with the release of his buildup. Ichigo threw his head back, letting out a loud moan. The buildup was getting too much for him; he needed to let it out.

She could tell that Ichigo was getting to his peak. Her mouth left his shaft but her hand continued its action. Her big ashen eyes met his brown eyes, an innocent smile formed on her face.

"Let it go." Her voice rang softly and seductively in his ears. "Just let go. Let go…"

Ichigo's body jerked forward as his eyes snapped open, a deep grunt escaping his lips. He fell back onto his soft bed trying to regulate his breathing that for some reason wasn't normal. His brown eyes stared up at his white ceiling. He left out a groan when he realized that there was an all too familiar sticky feeling in his boxers.

He had it. A dream that he didn't want to have. A dream that he was dreading to have. A dream that he knew he was going to have after what he saw at the healer's apartment.

Ichigo brought his right hand up to his eyes covering them, another groan resonating from him. He didn't want to have a dream like that about Inoue. Inoue was his friend, a good friend. He didn't want to think about her that way. But now at this moment, he couldn't help it.

He was startled by the alarm clock on his desk. He mentally cursed himself for forgetting to turn off the alarm. He slammed his left hand on the clock stopping the shrieking sound that came from it. He removed his right hand from his eyes and ran it through his orange locks. Slowly, the slumber that had him in deep sleep was fading away.

"Damn it," his voice broke the silence in his room. He couldn't help but think of his dream. The way she looked walking through the curtains was almost Goddess like. Her bold actions were something that he would never see from her. But he did like them. He hated to admit it but that was a dream he never wanted to forget. He hated it. It made him sound like a pervert. But he couldn't help it.

"Crap," he said when he felt his member stiffen. "That's what I get for think about it. I just had to think about the dream."

He needed to get rid of his new excitement. He already knew what his opinions were but right now he didn't have the energy to walk to the bathroom. It was too dangerous this early in the morning. His father could attack him in the hallway or even worse he could bump into one of his sisters. He'd rather die than have that happen to him.

'I guess I only have one option then.' He couldn't help but smirk at the thought.

His hand traveled under his pajama pants. And just as he was about to start, his bedroom door slammed open revealing a figure that just stood there.

'Shit.' He was caught.

O.o I wonder who came? Right when Ichi was going to have some fun. Hopefully he didn't seem OOC...

Now you know why I called the chapter Lollipop. Well that was Healer she's the one that named it. Now I got the Big Bang & 2NE1 song stuck in my head. "Lolli lolli lollipop, oh lollipop pop." Man I love that song.

I'm going to try my best not to ever take too long updating. Please, please, please review, review, review. It really helps me get motivated to get my ass up to work.