I lost a huge chunk of this thanks to my computer having a fatal error and my other half wiping the whole damn thing! I found another version saved on my very old and ancient laptop and then I must have deleted the damn bit I wanted to keep!! Typically my 'better' half punched me on the arm chuckling at me for making a mistake whilst I am devastated of course! Bastard! Anyhow, this is what I have written since then and hold on to your hats as it's the last happy chappie you're going to get. We're heading into dark scary territory after this! Agghhhh!! Well we would but of course I have just realised that I have lost at least 45 pages of writing!

Started a new campaign of actually replying to your reviews now just as a little thank you for being so lovely!

Ichigo eased himself into a back row of the lecture hall. Starting four months after everyone else had a disadvantage that he had to catch up on certain lessons. This one however, he was sure he would be fine having sat with Byakuya and one of the elders Okinawa for hours reading over the official records in their impressive library.

"Today 'The' Quincy War." The lecturer's voice echoed around the room.

Ichigo breathed a sigh of relief; he knew some of this already thanks to his friendship and so subsequent reading up on them.

"Okay, your books should be open at page 347 and you should have read this chapter in its entirety." Ichigo skimmed a few pages it seemed to more or less correlate with what he'd read in the archives however without the Quincy point of view.

"When coming up against a Quincy you need to remember…" The tutor ruffled his moustache as he was interrupted.

"But if there are no Quincy's left, why would we come across them?" A student at the front asked.

"There is one Quincy left." The Tutor spoke cracking his cane on the screen where a picture of Ishida Uryuu illuminated.

"Two." Ichigo felt his mouth moving before he realised and all eyes turned on him.

"Ahh our late arrival. You are a fountain of knowledge on the Quincy I take it?"

"Well I do have first hand experience of them."

"First hand?" The tutor looked at him and began to have a feeling he should be regretting his earlier surly tone of voice. "You missed the role call, you are?"

"Kurosaki-Kuchiki Ichigo." He said scratching the back of his head knowing the flurry of murmurs was going to erupt at hearing that. "Friend actually of Ishida Uryuu a Quincy." He pointed to the screen. "We went to Hueco Mundo together and used to fight Hollows in the real world until I died."

"Shinigami and Quincy cannot be friends."

"No apparently not. He did help me kill Aizen Sosuke but you know, I've never been one for your rules here." A few chuckles broke out. "Not that ones that should never have happened anyhow. Quincy and Bounts to name a couple. I could add Vizards too." He nodded looking thoughtful. "Yeah my Hollow defiantly said add Vizards too."

"Any enemy of Soul Society should be eradicated." One student spoke up. "That's the basic entry level understanding of the Academy."

"Only so long as they are enemies. I have a few Arrancar friends that…" Ichigo continued despite the obvious annoyance of the tutor who was almost venting by his ears.

"Young man, I am aware of your status but have you come just to cause trouble in my lecture?"

"You know, these enemies have families, they fall in love, they have children – well not the bounts – but just like Shinigami, there's good and bad in them all. You can't just kill everyone because you don't agree with them." He shrugged. "As for causing trouble, it seems I do that without trying anyway. Sorry. If you'd killed me a few years ago, I'd still be sitting here at some point seeing as I was human back them and then I'd never have killed Aizen for you. I think you might have been in the shit then." The class whooped and cheered for him and his attitude and the tutor looked horrified at the chaos.

"Right, that's it. I don't care who you are, would you kindly leave this lecture hall!" His voice boomed out across the din. Ichigo collected his things and stood to leave.

"Sorry. Honestly."

…

"How was your day?" Byakuya entered the study and smiled at the heaps of open books on the desk. Ichigo was biting the end of his pen and his finger bookmarking a sentence on one of the pages.

"Fine." Ichigo sighed then looked at Byakuya following him with his eyes as the noble rounded the table to stand behind him. They kissed briefly. "Only got thrown out of one class."

"What!" Byakuya looked at him horrified, the hands on Ichigo's shoulders tightened. "Which?"

"History." He shrugged putting down his pen and leaning back against his lover.

"But that subject fascinates you!" He was doing his best not to sound like a parent ticking a child off.

"Yeah, but they're teaching pious crap about Quincy, Bounts and Vizards being enemies." Ichigo reached up to the face that leant towards him and closed his eyes enjoying the way the elegant pale hands were sliding down his chest.

"Oh." Byakuya felt the stiffening of Ichigo's nipples beneath his finger tips and he pinched softly at them listening to Ichigo's voice soften with a lilt of lust just echoing. The addiction to touch and caress him was undeniable and Byakuya felt himself harden easily.

"Yeah, so I've got a million billon word assignment to write on it now." Byakuya smiled at his husbands pouting face and kissed his lips. He slid his hand further down the firm stomach and rubbed over the bulging erection. "Distractions good though." He sighed and moaned at the feel of finger tips pushing inside his waist band.

"Distraction? Ichigo, I am not a distraction." Byakuya threatened to pull away and Ichigo held the wrists tightly to stop them.

"So what? School is the distraction?" He smiled tilting his head up and catching the older mans plump lower lip in his. He tugged at it gently letting his tongue run over it softly and felt satisfied as the hands pushed on down again to tug at the Obi.

Ichigo groaned into Byakuya's mouth as his erection was pulled free and leisurely jerked as they kissed. Keeping his lips in contact with his lover, Byakuya rounded to the side of the chair and used his free hand to push the chair from the desk. He fell to his knees, breaking their kiss and looking into the smoky lust filled eyes of his new husband. The white and blue uwagi fell open and he pushed between Ichigo's legs to lean in and suck as the pink pert nipples the now open top revealed. Ichigo groaned and let his head fall back as Byakuya let a stray hand also trace over his sensitive abdomen. He could feel the head of his cock, press against Byakuya's chest and with the continual slow laboured jerking the friction was beginning to mount layers of bliss inside him.

His hands roamed through Byakuya's long hair and he could hear that he was panting, his excitement building at just listening and feeling Ichigo.

"I want…oh God…Bakki…I want to… touch you." He whispered his hands sliding down the mans shoulders and forcing the black shinigami robes off the powerful shoulders. Ichigo couldn't describe the pleasure he got from the skin contact, it was just something mystical that made his breath hitch and push him closer to his ultimate pleasure. He loved feeling Byakuya's almost flawless milky skin beneath his fingers.

Hungry eyes looked all the hungrier when Byakuya stood taking a step back and let his dishevelled clothing drop to the floor. The chocolate eyes were melting into a pool of unadulterated lust and they closed in almost pure visual ecstasy as Byakuya took his hand and placed them on his naked chest. His thighs hit the edge of the desk and he slowly lay back resting his head on the books. Holding Ichigo's hands still in place, he had dragged the young man to his feet and he smiled slightly at the way the eyes caressed along his form.

Ichigo moved his hands over the firm chest, his lips and teeth sank into the nipples with the softest of tugs and his whole body rode and rubbed against the submissive man beneath him.

"Can't wait any longer." Ichigo groaned huskily as his mouth trailed down to his lovers belly button pushing his tongue suggestively in and out and his hand fumbled into a top drawer of the desk. "Touch yourself for me."

Byakuya's eyes locked with Ichigo's as his hand crept to his long length. His lips parted with a soundless groan as he began slowly to fist his erection. Ichigo watched his expression of self absorbed pleasure and those lips parted with almost pained gasps and groans. His eyelids fluttered and closed with the arch of his back as Ichigo pushed his now lubed erection inside the tense band of muscles.

Slowly Ichigo advanced in as Byakuya arched his back further and further. Louder cries came from his lips and writhed as his nipples were crushed and rubbed under Ichigo's hands; the weight of his body pressed down on him and he cried out incensed with rapture at the flashes of electricity running from his anus.

His strangled cry echoed around the room and he yanked with fury on his penis. Ichigo pushed into him until his balls were slapping against the white buttocks of his husband and his pace was frenzied and erratic.

Every minute that past they were pushed further into the crazy level of enjoyment. Their breaths were harsh and full of heartfelt cries. Sweat glistened over their naked bodies that fucked away relentlessly.

Byakuya's body momentarily stiffened and then convulsed into a powerful spasmed climax. His deep voice resonated with total abandonment and he whimpered through the lasting afterglow. Ichigo thrust for the last minute with a surge of newly found energy desperate to feel that pleasure now, desperate to let it rush over him. He slapped his hips in one last time and swore loudly as his load shot inside Byakuya.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Everything blacked out, there was only the feeling pulsing from his groin forcing his muscles to shake and jitter. His legs felt like lead and yet tingly numb at he same time unable to support him any longer. He flopped out of Byakuya back onto his chair and panted heavily.

Byakuya rose on shaky arms and slid to the floor to rest against Ichigo's chest. He always enjoyed the closeness after. Weak hands wrapped around him and a head rested on his. Life was perfect.

There may of course be a delay in rewriting the next part, you know 45+ damn pages! Right do excuse me, I am just off to go and do something to vent my anger! Where is that bastard I live with?