Hello folks, just back off my holiday today and i though i'd better update. Didn't get much time to work on my stories but thought about them alot, working on where they are going but I got this chapter finished yesterday at the airport. Reus airport is crap, nothing to do so dug the lap top out!

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Chapter 4

That day had been hard, not seeing him for hours as the normalcy of the school day dragged. Kiorra was unusually talkative during physics, almost as if he was trying to avoid any silences. All of my friends had avoided mentioning my tardy entrance to homeroom this morning, Nel and Kiorra knowing full well why, but they were all giving me the space I needed to sort things out in my head. It wasn't as if I could actually talk to anyone about this problem anyway, not without breaking the orange head's trust, and I had figured that was a rare thing.

At lunch I got my tray of food and was about to walk to my usual table, Nel having saved me a seat when I saw my latest obsession sitting by himself at a table at the back. I approached him, the bruise on his face standing out more meaning it had happened today, and had just been blooming at the start of the day. I spent the whole walk through the canteen threatening bloody hell on whoever was hurting him.

"Hey Berry, you alright?" I sat on the same side as him, more to put my arm in easy, non-visible reach than any other reason. I could see my group staring slightly, Nel having a big smirk on her face before she turned back.

Ichigo just nodded, a vague sense of fear still on his face.

It was quite frustrating, not wanting to grab a hold of the guy to get an answer, but he was refusing to look at me fully, even though we were sitting together. "Eh, you want to talk about anything in particular?" A shake of the head killed that possible conversation and I huffed before stuffing a bite of sandwich in my mouth. My eyes drifted round the room, seeing the various cliques eating together, the picture of high school clichés. My mind perked up at that thought and decided to give the kid a run down on the school population, basically, a who's who of Karakura high school.

"Alright then, you see the girl with the sea green hair? She's my cousin Nel, she had a crush on you till yesterday, apparently you have a nice ass. She's sitting next to Ulquiorra, or Kiorra as I call him. He's a bit quiet and doesn't smile a lot unless Nel's around cause he had a bit of a thing for her. Nnoitra is the big skinny git next to him, he's a good laugh but tends to take things too far so watch out if he starts planning anything with you. Starrk is next, with his little sister Lilynette, she talks a lot and he sleeps a lot, it works for them."

I drivelled on about my group before moving to the next, all the while taking bits of my lunch and actually ignoring my audience. He made no move to communicate to me, but seemed to be listening to the rubbish I was talking about.

When I got to the idiots who had tried to bully him yesterday, Ichigo tensed up, making me clasp his arm. "Hey, they can't hear you and wouldn't try anything in here, too many witnesses. They are more for the individual attack, I'm surprised they came at you when I was there yesterday, obviously one of them has the hots for you or they would've waited."

Ichigo just looked uncomfortable so I changed the subject, moving on to Chizuru and her ridiculous crush on Orihime Inoue. I could see his face lighten slightly as I described some of the ways the confused girl tried to make out with poor Orihime and the atmosphere lightened somewhat. The bell came all too soon though and we had to separate, each going to different classes. For the first time I cursed my schedule for not letting me join him in class, Kiorra shared three classes with him but my strengths lay in more practical subjects, Engineering Science for example was next on my time table whereas Computing Science was next for the brainiac geeks, engines over algorithms any day.

The end of the day came at last and I easily spotted him waiting at his bike, perched on the seat as his gaze drifted over the students. As I walked up to him he smirked slightly, probably in reply to my own smirk that had appeared as soon as I spotted him.

"Hey, you ready to head to mine? Do you want me to give you the address or are you going to push?" I wished he'd had a spare helmet, the thought of having him pressed against me with a vibrating engine between my legs was making me horny.

He just quirked an eyebrow at me and offered me his helmet. I took it, thinking I'd be carrying it for him, when he straddled the bike, kicking it to life. He looked over his shoulder, eyebrow raised in a dare.

Never one to back down from a challenge, I snapped the helmet's chin strap closed and almost leapt behind him, one hand holding on to the pillion bar at the back, other lying on my own leg; I didn't want to be too presumptuous. He gazed back at me, a questioning look on his face before he grabbed my hand and dragged me forward, wrapping my arms around him. He snuck his hand under my sleeve, pressing against the pulse point again.

"You'd be better to hold on to me, it'll give you a better grip. Where am I going?"

Give him a better grip, maybe; give me a raging hard on, definitely. I quickly relayed my address to him, getting only a nod in reply before he kicked the stand up and tore out of the car park. I tightened my grip as the speed picked up, feeling his muscles clench and release as the bike changed in speed and direction. He leaned into his turns, my body lagging behind the movements, throwing him off a bit; but his speed didn't falter. The feeling of my legs around him and my crotch pressed against my ass was only intensified by the heat and the vibration of the machine below us. I had a momentary flash of bending him over, him holding onto the handle bars while I entered him from behind, all while the bike was running. Thoughts like that was not the way to calm myself down, especially when I realised I'd have him in my bedroom very soon.

He pulled up to my street soon and I pointed to my house, momentarily feeling a bit shamed with the exterior of my house, but I pushed it down, realising that there were houses in worse states in the street and it was only a bit of cosmetic work. Another image hit me of the two of us working on the house, both topless and well I'm sure you get the idea.

My brother was already home, which was unusual but his keys and shoes were clear signs. I toed off my shoes, turning to assure Ichigo that he didn't have to, but he'd already bent to untie his boots which he left neatly at the wall. His socks were mismatched, one mostly green with white goals over the foot and the other blue with red toe and heel and he caught me smirking at them. He shrugged and looked around my house.

I quickly ran through the rooms down stairs, and told him where the bathroom was upstairs before leading the way into the kitchen. My mum was at the sink, splashing water all over herself as well as the floor as she washed some glassware, all the while humming away to herself. I walked over to the sink and touched her on the elbow. Stupid idea really, she turned quickly and splattered my uniform with bubbles, the grey quickly darkening. I just rolled my eyes at her.

"Nice going, I thought I better introduce you to our dinner guest. Mum, this is Ichigo Kurosaki. He moved here a couple of months ago. Ichigo, this is my mum Vanessa."

She turned towards him, full smile breaking her face. Holding out a soapy hand to him, she approached the poor boy at speed. "Hey Ichigo, just call me Nessa. Grimmjow told me he was brining someone over for dinner, I hope you like pasta!"

It was a bit painful at first, watching Ichigo flick his eyes between me and my mum and he smiled helplessly.

"Eh, mum I meant to say, Ichigo's mute."

I wish I could put a photograph of her face on here, it was an absolute riot. Somewhere between disbelief and amusement, via shock was written all over her face. I guess it is a bit strange for a young man to be silent, but I hoped to god my mum didn't go all weird, like talking loudly and slowly like he was deaf and stupid.

She snapped her head back to the little Berry and blinked twice before lifting her hands and making a peculiar set of gestures. What was the most shocking thing, was that Ichigo brought his hands up and did the same, well not exactly the same but you get the idea. Ichigo had a surprised look on his face, but he was smiling, so she must have done something right.

It was my turn to look shocked, and glance between the two of them. Ichigo brought his hands up to the sides of his mouth, and spun them in the air, making my mum laugh out loud. I decided I'd had enough.

"Right, what's going on? Are you two talking or something?"

Ichigo looked at me in amusement, making me a bit more pissed off.

"Sweetheart, your new friend is brilliant, what I don't understand, is how you two have been talking. I learned sign language when I was young, my uncle was deaf. I guess it never came up again after he died."

I frowned, they were talking in sign language, something I didn't know and I felt a bit left out. They could have a whole conversation without me. I actually felt quite left out.

Ichigo lifted his hands, and gestured again, flicking different things at my mum and she nodded, understanding him.

"Well modern technology is useful after all. Ok boys, get lost so I can do some work. Grimmjow take your uniform off and hang it up so it doesn't wrinkle ok?"

I rolled my eyes at her, treating me like I was five again. I beckoned for Ichigo to follow me and we headed out of the kitchen. Just before we hit the stairs, Mum bellowed from the kitchen. "Keep it down though; your brother is home sick from school."

Keep it down, but screaming from the kitchen is ok?

We got into my room and I dumped my bag, gesturing for him to do the same before stripping out of my uniform jacket and hanging it on the hook behind the door. Ichigo handed his to me before sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his arms. I loosened my trousers and dropped them, enjoying the sight of him watching them fall before I slung on a pair of jeans from the day before. I joined him on the bed, feeling a bit weird at first. He reached out and cupped my face, thumb dropping to my throat.

"Your mum is lovely. So is your house. Thank you for inviting me."

I just shrugged in response, a small smile on my face. "Yeah, Mum's great, ditzy as fuck but clearly has a few tricks still up her sleeve. How hard is sign language to learn?"

"It took my months to get fluent and it can be hard to have a conversation with two people, luckily, you don't need to sign to me, just read mine, if you want to learn."

"I'll give it a bash, if you're willing to teach me? I'll be a good student."

"I highly doubt that."

"Well then, you can always punish me." I lifted my hand and cupped his jaw, mirroring him before I pulled him in for a soft kiss, just pressing my lips to his. He sighed into the kiss, tilting his head again before running his tongue along my lips, which I opened eagerly. I pressed my tongue against his, tasting his sweetness, like honey and sunshine. Again, I was getting a few images transferred, of the previous kiss, and a feeling of want and lust. I pulled him to me, leaning back so he was draped over me, chest pressed against mine. I wrapped my arms around his torso as he gripped handfuls of hair. Our legs were entwined as they hung off the bed. I so wanted to strip his shirt off him, but I didn't want to push it. He was content with playing above the clothes so I guess I would be as well. And a grope to the ass, above the clothes would be within those boundaries eh? What about pulling his legs to either side of mine and grinding with him? My mind told me that might be a bit far when he did it, by himself. He was kneeling on the bed, one leg either side of my hips, scant centimetres between our groins as he fed his tongue into my mouth some more. He was making the horniest noises, little groans and gasps at my touches, all within the rules but it was getting harder.

Yes I did mean that.

He sat up, directly on that, panting slightly, with a glazed look on his face. He took hold of my wrist, my arm still around him, hand on his butt. "Wow, you have a very vivid mind did you know that?"

Confused would have been the way you described my face right then. "What?"

"Your mind, you were thinking about being like this," he gestured to our placement.

"You mean you could see in my head?"

"You can see in mine, I mean only when we're pressed to each other." He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. Again I got the visuals, this time it was his version of what he wanted to do, and it made me gasp and thrust up slightly with my hips. "Its part of the package, I can transfer via heartbeats, and I can receive via heartbeats, lips have a pulse."

I pulled him in, feeling decidedly naughty, and very horny as another idea came into my head, of various pulse points touching, his dick in my mouth, or mine buried inside him. He groaned, writhing on top of my, brushing his bulge over mine for the first time. It made him jerk back a bit, leaving me with the hint of fear on my lips. The image I had glimpsed at was worrying, of someone behind him, while he was forced onto all fours. He'd cut me off though, and I hoped to God I was jumping to conclusions.

I looked at him warily, reaching out to him, lust forgotten for a moment. He just shook his head at me, scooting off my legs and sitting on the covers again. I sat up and ran my fingers over the bruise on his cheek. "You know you're going to have to tell me what's going on with this, and what I just saw. I won't push you, but I need to know, I can help you."

He just shook his head at me sadly, and I heard a bellow from downstairs, calling us for dinner. He took my hand as we got up to head down. "Thank you, for everything. But you can't help me, no one can." He dropped my hand and went ahead of me on the stairs.

I would help him, whether he wanted me to or not.

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