A/N: I wrote this piece of work at school. Once you read it, you will realize how bad that is. Ilforte's profession has been decided, finally, and he will be starring in the next two chapters, mostly in this one, and not so much in the other one. The actual romantic part, you know, what the story is about, starts now, since their relationship is developing faster than I thought. So that means the real lemony yaoi parts will show up quicker (good for you, bad for me). I am planning angry sex, but like all my ideas, it is not definite. I'll probably start and think, 'No, I want Ishida and Szayel to be nice.' That probably won't happen. Szayel won't be nice in bed. I feel like I'm talking to myself in these things.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, by Tite Kubo (Someday I'll write something amusing for a disclaimer, you'll see)

Szayel had decided, after his little rant about everything, that Ishida must feel the exact same way as Renji, because everyone except Halibel (who ended up moving later anyway) felt that way, so why wouldn't Ishida? He spent the time in chemistry class the next day brooding, a menacing frown etched onto his face. Even Grimmjow knew enough to stay away from him today, but he would probably taunt him for twice as long tomorrow. Ishida spared a glance at him, but upon seeing the scowl that was, in Ishida's opinion, more of a cute pout, he had turned back towards Professor Aizen and scribbled more notes down on his paper.

However, that was two hours ago. Now, Szayel was sitting at his desk, copying problems out of his section five review (the one he had missed the question on in the test) and answering them, one after the other. Soon, all fifty-nine would be complete. He was just about to grab a textbook from his shelf above his bed when he heard a sharp, quick knock at his door. It stopped him in his tracks. Nobody ever, ever, visited his room. He briefly considered that it could be Ishida, but scoffed at himself, for even considering such fairy-tale-ish thoughts. But he went to open the door anyway. What was the worst thing that could happen?

Upon opening the door, however, he was faced with something far worse than he could have imagined. Ilforte, standing there in his blatantly gay glory, with his naturally blond hair, tanned skin and smiling with straight white teeth (Szayel had weird canines, and he always resented Ilforte for not having the same problem) and seriously considered shutting the door right there. Ilforte was holding a bouquet of flowers, thrust them into Szayel's arms, and threw his own long limbs around his brother's shoulders.

'Surprise!'

'Get off me.'

'Hmph. No need to be so rude, little brother.' Ilforte let himself in, looking around the flat with interest and running his hands along the bed, desk and countertop.

'Wow, you sure do keep it clean, don't you? What's with the face, Szayel, aren't you happy to see your older brother? Come on, I came all the way down to your dull little school just to see you!' Szayel sighed, pushing his glasses further up his nose, while Ilforte continued.

'You know, this is a lot neater than you used to keep my flat. Remember how you always brought dead stuff in? Do you still do that, because if you do, I wanna know how you get the blood out of your nice clothes. Have you stopped wearing white yet? For someone with such an interest in chemistry, you should wear clothes that don't show stains as well,' Szayel groaned as Ilforte pranced about the room. He opened the small fridge in the kitchen area and rifled through his things. Szayel didn't buy a lot with a low food budget, mostly instant noodles and water. Cheap stuff. Ilforte pulled out a bottle of water and shut the fridge door with his hip.

'Soooo, anything besides school?'

'No, nothing else, it's all been pretty normal for me.' Ilforte nodded but stopped when he heard a knock on the door. Szayel froze and looked at the door. This was indeed an extraordinary day, when Szayel Aporro Granz had not one, but two guests in his living area, at the same time. He wondered who this could possibly be. His curiosity, and his logical assumption that if he didn't get the door, Ilforte would, got the better of him, and he decided to open the door, albeit cautiously, and he saw his fellow classmate and possibly still his friend, Ishida Uryuu, staring back at him. Ilforte pushed him aside and smiled at Ishida in his most charming way.

'Hello there. I'm Ilforte Granz. Who are you?' He leaned one arm against the doorframe and put the other hand on his hip, smiling at Ishida.

'Er…I'm Ishida Uryuu, a friend of Szayel. Are you his older brother?'

'You've heard of me! I knew he must talk about something besides science to someone. Come in, come in, tell me, how does Szayel act when I'm not around?' Szayel was fuming silently in the background, watching Ilforte throw himself all over Ishida with shamelessness that Szayel had previously thought impossible without actually removing any clothing. Which was another thing Ilforte was apparently good at, given his career choice. Ishida was handling it all very well, something Szayel respected in a person who was faced with the full Ilforte effect, only looking slightly bewildered. Szayel was sipping on a glass of water, watching Ilforte talk way too close to Ishida, when suddenly Ilforte told him to wait there and darted across the room to Szayel, whispering in his ear.

'Ooh, he is cute. You did not tell me about him. Good choice, bet he rocks in bed, huh? Why didn't you call me? You should've called me. I wanna hear about what he's like-'

'Shut up, Ilforte! Ishida is a friend, nothing more.' Ishida looked their way at the mention of his name.

'Ilforte needs to go home now, I think,' Szayel said through gritted teeth, nudging Ilforte towards the door. Ishida looked relieved, which was natural for any person, and it made Szayel happy. Many people preferred talking to his brother over himself because Szayel was rather insulting and Ilforte was much happier talking to anyone.

'You know, it is time I get to work. I should leave you two alone.' Szayel felt himself flush, and prayed that Ilforte wouldn't involve "work" anytime soon with Ishida and himself.

'Oh, really, what do you do?' It was only a matter of time before Ilforte had Ishida running away, and not coming back, now. Ilforte giggled and crossed his arms.

'Alright, I'll tell you, but promise you won't tell. I don't usually tell Szayel's few friends, because he says they don't want to hear.' Ishida paled a little, but nodded.

'Alright, I won't tell.' Ilforte smiled scarily.

'I'm a male stripper.' Szayel moaned in anguish behind the blond man and Ishida merely blinked before blushing prfousely.

'ILFORTE! Out, now.' Szayel shoved Ilforte out roughly and shut the door in his face. He locked it, in case he tried getting back in (which was a distinct possibility).

'Ishida, I am sorry, really I am.' Ishida shook his head and tried to remain calm.

'No, no, it's…it's fine. He's…I don't want to say normal, so I will say he's amusing. But luckily, you are nothing like your brother.' Szayel smiled, a faint blush on his cheek. That was a major compliment for him.

'You're really interesting, and you're intelligent, and I like talking to you, Szayel.'

'Y-you do?' Nobody liked talking to the gay scientist, but Szayel believed him somehow. His blush became a little more obvious. Szayel looked at Ishida, a twinkling in his bright amber eyes. Ishida leaned in a little farther, still keeping eye contact with Szayel. The thought that they might possibly kiss had only just worked itself into Szayel's mind, though, and he had started to leand towards Ishida as well, feeling Ishida put his hands on Szayel's shoulders, expecting something awkward and terrible, although genuine maybe, but instead, he was faced with a squeal of delight. Ilforte had found the spare key.

'I knew it!! You can't keep your secrets from me, brother! I'll be back, and next time, I will not take any of that "we're just friends" crap! Oh, Szayel, you lucky, lucky, bastard,' Ilforte cried, pointing at the two men.

'Ilforte, for the love of all that is holy, leave, now or I will tell Mum that you quit your job as a secretary!' Ilforte looked afraid.

'You're bluffing.'

'No, I am not. I hate you, now go!' Ilforte sighed, and rolled his eyes, but left all the same, shutting the door behind him. He noticed then, that Ishida had broken contact with him, his arms at his sides, hanging limply and looking awkward.

'Ummm…' The feeling was mutual. What do you say after your male stripper brother walks in on you almost kissing your first friend in a long time? Szayel had never faced the situation, and neither had Ishida, thankfully. But Szayel wanted that kiss, he wanted it bad. He had never been kissed in a good way, and wanted to see what it was like. His curiousity was ever-present, and he looked at Ishida as to say "we're finishing this now. I mean it."

Ishida just grinned and wrapped his arms around Szayel's neck, pressing his forehead against Szayels. Szayel responded by taking his mouth hungrily, trying to get the sensation down in his mind forever, as his tongue collided with Ishida's roughly, fighting for dominance, hot and passionate and everything Szayel had never experienced. He investigated Ishida's mouth, mapping in his mind all the spots that he knew he had in his own mouth, but were different (it wasn't his mouth) and resisting the urge to groan at the warmth. Szayel laced his fingers through Ishida's hair, not knowing where else to put his other hand, which was just resting on Ishida's upper torso. Szayel moaned, not able to contain his pleasure any longer, into the dark-haired man's mouth, feeling his tongue explore his own mouth and loving the sensation. He made a mental note. Ishida smirked into Szayel's mouth, kissing his lips softly once more before removing his limbs and smiling at Szayel. It scared Szayel. Was he going to leave now, saying, "thanks for that, freak" like so many other times? But he didn't. He took Szayel's hand and grinned assuredly.

'You're brilliant, Szayel. I mean that.' Szayel felt Ishida embrace him, his head buried in the crook of his neck, and Szayel felt a bittersweet ecstasy and fright tangle through his emotions. He looked at Ishida, still hugging him close, and put his arms, finally, around his waist. He could do this. He might not be good at it, just yet, since eventually he was good at everything, even love, probably.

A/N: Cheesy ending!! Cheesy scene. I needed to write that kiss scene, it was in my head forever, even the Ilforte part. I hope it's not rushed. I bet it's rushed. If it was rushed, tell me! Can you tell I'm paranoid about kissing and sex scenes?