Hello, two chapter in one day!

This gets a bit naughty at the end and is a bit angsty in the middle so i hope it goes down ok.

I remember posting my first lemon in College Blues, my first lemon ever. It didn't get a fabulous reaction but hey i'm no quitter. That's what i say at Sex addicts anonymous every week! (Kidding, i don't go to meetings) ;-)

Hope you enjoy

Chapter 6

He blinked at me for a moment, before propping elbows on the grey flecked surface, sinking his face in his hands. The buzzing of my phone jerked me out of the silence, and I fished it out of my jeans, seeing on the screen that Nel had text me. I frowned before I flicked my unlock code in and opened the message.

-Hey, me and Kiorra are going to go and grab some lunch. You know if you wanted to be alone you could have said, you didn't have to sneak away. See you later? BTW look up.

I glanced up and saw my cousin at the window, waving at me. She stuck her tongue out and then winked. My friend, standing just behind her was looking at her, slightly confused, as if he wasn't sure how he'd got into this situation and was still unsure as to how he felt about it.

-Yeah ok, sorry me and Ichi didn't want to interrupt the fluffiness. Yeah we'll see you later.

-Is everything ok, Ichi looks upset?

-Yeah, he's got a headache so we came in for a drink. See you later.

She waved through the window for the last time before disappearing, Kiorra following a split second later.

Ichigo had glanced up in time to see them leave the window and he turned his head to me. Leaving one hand to prop him up he reached out with the other and took my hand. "I shouldn't tell you, you'll just get angry and there really is nothing you can do. I'll be eighteen soon, and can get away from him."

I noted that he said shouldn't not can't leaving me hope he was going to tell me everything. And I was still planning to help. I just waited expectantly.

"Fine."

So, how much do you want to know? The part that made me squeeze my plastic cup so hard it cracked? Or when I couldn't hold myself still and I had to get up and step away for a minute. He'd come after me and wrapped his arms around me, pressing against my back. He never alluded to the image I'd caught when we'd got hot and heavy in my room but what he did tell me was enough to get me breathing heavily.

He'd been living with this man since he was seven. Uncle Kariya. I didn't get how he was related to Ichigo but Ichigo had been told for ten years that his mother had given him up because he was in danger of being discovered and she didn't want to lose him.

Yeah, I'm right there with you. She didn't want to lose him, but hey creepy dude, take him away so I don't see him for ten years?

Apparently he had younger sisters she was trying to protect or something like that. Whatever. And why that guy? He's a fucking telepath too. Not as strong as Ichi, but he could do the moving stuff thing better, he could move people too, hold them down and stuff.

Yup, still there with you; that was when I cracked my cup. The guy could hold him down and do whatever he wanted, and Ichigo couldn't even fight back.

So this guy had been 'taking care' of Ichigo for ten years by moving round the country, and sometimes abroad, dragging Ichigo and leaving whenever things got suspicious. The closest call was when they left in the middle of the night after the school phoned home reporting the bruises on the boy, worried he was getting bullied and they'd like to bring his parent in for a meeting. After that Ichigo didn't get to go to school for over a year, living abroad and staying locked in the house. He was 11.

Apparently he only struck out when Ichigo broke the rules. Don't talk to anyone. Don't tell anyone. When he was eleven he'd been in a school with an interpreter, so he'd been able to sign with a lady sitting next to him, getting to keep up with the class for the first time. He'd got to play a game with other kids, and he'd actually enjoyed himself. Kariya had received an invitation for Ichigo to attend a five-a-side football day for a boy's birthday in the post, leading to Kariya grabbing him by the arms and shaking him. Bruises all over his biceps and a bruise at his eyebrow where he'd struck the floor when dropped had rung alarm bells with his interpreter, especially after the boy had started the school with old bruises on his neck and arms two months earlier.

Ichigo had changed the subject then, talking about locked doors for a bit, and how he'd managed to use his telekinesis to manipulate the tumblers and open the door. He'd mastered it two years previously, on another lockdown stay that lasted six months. Six months of getting locked in a room when you were 16 would make anyone learn lock picking. It had been hard, not able to see what he was moving, but there wasn't much else to do so he'd practised. It was easier on doors he knew, and he spent time learning the locks in every new property. Window locks were easy, and a good failsafe. He couldn't do his bike's ignition; it wasn't like a lock and needed the constant pressure of the key in place so it turned off again when he stopped concentrating.

When I asked him how he'd kept Kariya from finding out he'd learned it, he told me he'd only ever used it to leave his room to get the run of the house when the man was out, never having a reason to leave. He'd slipped his hand down from my wrist at that point and squeezed my fingers.

I knew there was more; he'd covered a lot of the history but very little of the present, except the escape earlier today. When I asked him why he'd moved here he clammed up for a moment, taking his hand back to have a gulp of his drink. He scrubbed his hand over his face and squinted up at me.

I found out why he was so apprehensive about telling me. They'd been in South Korea, Ichigo not going to school because of the language barrier but he'd had a little freedom during the day and had attracted some attention. There was a teenage boy living in the house across the road who spent time outside, either in the garden or playing basketball with the hoop bolted to the side of his house. One day Ichigo had been sitting on his door step when the boy had gestured for him to play. Ichigo hadn't really played before but he'd tried his best, and the Korean boy had helped him with his positions, kicking at his feet gently or moving his hands on the ball. Neither had let the lack of a common language get in the way of having a laugh and when the boy had jumped inside to grab a drink for them, Ichigo had actually felt happy, for the first time in a long time. The boy had taken a big gulp out of his can, wiping the sweat from his forehead when Ichigo had realised he was attracted to the boy.

That night Kariya had grabbed at Ichigo as soon as he walked in. Apparently the boy's father had approached him in friendship on behalf of his son but Kariya had informed him that they were moving the next day, for work.

Kariya had grabbed Ichigo, shaking the boy by the wrists, demanding to know what he'd been thinking about when Ichigo had let it slip that he liked the boy, but he hadn't said anything. Kariya had not been impressed with Ichigo's sudden preference, and had struck out, Ichigo getting a beating was nothing new but it turned sour quickly.

That was the point I had to stop it. Ichigo wasn't going to come out and say it, but I got the impression easily. Kariya had found out Ichigo preferred males and abused him for it. I stood at the sink, braced on the countertop as Ichigo pressed his face into my back. His arms were round my waist and his breath sounded a bit hitched. I turned in his arms and surrounded him with mine. His head fit on my shoulder, his breath tickling my neck. I buried one hand in the soft spikes on his head and held him close with the other.

"We have to phone the police! You can't let him do that again."

"I didn't let him do it in the first place."

Yeah, bad choice of words, I get it.

I brought my hands to the side of his face and raised it so I could look at him. "I can't let him do that again. I can't let him get the opportunity. God, even tell my mum, she could help us."

"I can't. She wouldn't understand. You don't understand that if I was found out, I'd lose everything, including you. Kariya told me what happened to him when he was younger, and showed me the scars. They cut his head open to see if his brain was different. He was just a kid. His mother had been scared of him and had taken him to the doctors when he was young."

"Do you really think that would happen nowadays? They had brain scans now, and tests and stuff they might do, not cut you open. It's not a sci-fi movie where the government would take in gifted kids to train them to be assassins or something."

"Would you risk it? If you were this different, it's why I was an ass at the start of the year, to try and stop anyone from wanting to be my friend. I made a girl cry because I didn't want her to get in trouble because of me. You have no idea what Kariya could do to you if he found out about us."

It was the way he said 'us' that made me wrap my arms around him again, holding him close. He tilted his head towards mine and pulled me in for a kiss. It was hot and firm, with a tint of sadness. It turned desperate quickly and he wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling himself up to level with me. I wrapped my arms around his body, lifting him and turning so his ass perched on the countertop. I pushed between his legs and pulled him flush against myself, my hands creeping up his t shirt to stroke at the skin just above his jeans. He threaded one hand through my hair, gripping strands tightly at times, just on the good side of too tight before he wrapped his legs around me, bringing our lengths together with a bump. His skinny jeans did little to mask him and I took a microsecond to glance down so see the firm line evident in the denim. I brought my left hand forward and palmed him gently, just a brief rub with a caress over the head. He gasped in my mouth, making me smirk and kiss him deeper. He dropped his head back, pulling my head against his neck by the hair. I didn't hesitate and started sucking on his neck, gently enough to not leave big bruises but only just. I sank my teeth into the big muscle where his shoulder met his neck and it made him buck against me. He dragged my face back to his and the kiss was searing, making me growl into it. I had my hands right up his shirt and I dragged my nails down his back, scoring the skin as he nuzzled my head to the side. He grabbed my earlobe in his hot mouth and rolled it around before he licked behind my ear, his sinful tongue traveling down my neck. He jerked my shirt off my shoulders, trapping my arms at my sides before bringing his hands up to tilt my head to the side. He nibbled at my throat, flicking at my adam's apple. I was so hot at that moment, pulling him against me as hard as I could, grinding my length against his. He pulled my vest strap off my shoulder before fisting the fabric, mouth exploring all the skin exposed.

I'm pretty sure I blacked out for a few seconds. I had never been so turned on in my life than at that moment. When his mouth had been at my throat, he'd made sure to take his time over my large pulse point, flooding my brain with dirty images, of him under me, over me.

I had started to thrust into him, frantic for some friction, while trying to keep the words dry humping out of my head, and he was grinding into me. It was a bit messy, neither of us able to get into a rhythm out of desperation when a gasp, followed by someone clearing their throat behind us ruined the moment.

"Eh, if you don't mind boys, I use that counter for food. Use the couch or maybe even a bed next time please?"

I dropped my head to his shoulder, slightly out of breath, but completely mortified. I hadn't even had the preference conversation with my mum meaning that her finding my molesting a male on her kitchen counter was basically coming out of the closet. Ichigo pulled my clothes back on, his body shaking slightly, out of laughter I found out a second later. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek before pushing me away and hopping down, pulling me out of the room with a big smirk on his face. He'd stopped at the door turning to sign something to my mum before continuing out the door. Heading upstairs to the sounds of my mother laughing, I turned to him.

"What did you say?"

"I said next time we'd lock the doors."

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