A/N: Wow, Chapter Five. Here we go, now I can't just write my story on badly written humor alone. I was bored in math class (I will do anything not to do math in math class) and I made a list of things that will be happening. Soon, very, very soon, we will see an entire chapter devoted to smexy lemon; which I keep saying, I know, more to convince myself than my readers. If I write it enough, I'll have a sort of promise made up, and I can't go back on it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, by Tite Kubo.

For three days, Ishida and Szayel had maintained a cold student-student relationship in class. Szayel was fine with it, he still got to see him and go on dates with him afterwords, but Ishida was apparently lacking any sense of shame at all today, as he moved from his usual spot to one of the many empty spots next to Szayel. It wasn't a bad thing, but when Ishida smiled at him cockily and said 'Hello' in that voice, he was sure someone would notice. And someone did.

'What'cha doing? Conspiring without me?' Grimmjow called from behind Szayel.

'No, Grimmjow, I was just helping Szayel with his notes. He didn't get to study last night because his brother came to visit him, as he told me.'

'Oh…how far along is the project I am helping you with?'

'We're done.'

'Good. I'm glad I got to help.' With that, he turned his attention back to his fellow enthusiast in violence, Kenpachi Zaraki, who towered over the other students. Szayel narrowed his eyes, but was relieved at how detached Grimmjow had been lately. It was like he had something keeping him from being, well, Grimmjow.

'No, I didn't get to study last night because you took me to dinner and we ended up staying until 11:00. Ilforte just called me and chattered for an hour about your hair.'

'I wanted to come back with you.'

'I know, and I told you, if I can ace this test, that can be a possibility. Should you be sitting here anyway? I might get distracted in the middle of the test, or something,' Szayel snapped. Ishida merely got out a mechanical pencil and ignored the malice in his voice.

'Just because you don't like to socialize, Szayel-kun, does not mean that I do not. Besides, I worked a four-hour conversation out of you, and you talked the most. By the way, if I get a lower score than you, I promise we can put it off until next week, when our project is due.' It wasn't as if Szayel was nervous, anything but. He just wasn't sure if Ishida was ready. He had done his research, and it all sounded like Szayel fell into the "kinky" category. He wanted to record every sound, taste and feeling. He'd been on bottom once in his life, and it was humiliating. No, that was not going to happen again. As Aizen explained to them once more, what was going on this test, and why they were taking it (the average test scores weren't very high for the last test, and Aizen had been "disappointed") before he passed them out, the stack of papers looking official and crisp. He made another student pass them out, as always, and waited until everyone had a copy.

'You may begin. Once you are finished, you may leave.' Szayel took his work seriously, as usual, and he knew the problems like the back of his own hand. He did the work in his chicken-scratch handwriting; it flowed easily from his pencil, as if it was a natural instinct. He finished only a minute or two before Ishida, handing in his paper and leaving with the other student to have lunch and go to an art museum Ishida had pointed out last night.

'Do you think I did better?' Once they were off campus, and walking down the street like normal people, Ishida laced his fingers with Szayel's.

'On the test? No. I knew that material better than I know my own parents, Ishida, dear.'

'Huh. Well, we'll see on Friday, then, won't we?' That was all they spoke of it, but Szayel and Ishida both wondered inside about the results. They enjoyed their date all the same, though. Szayel liked art, but Ishida seemed to be enamored with it, pointing out his favorite artists and paintings as they passed them. After a while, Szayel's stomach began to growl and he realized they had forgotten lunch. If they didn't get it now, they couldn't get back in time for Ishida to cook Renji dinner (something which Szayel realized quickly would be another part of their constricting time schedule together) and for Szayel to finish his research on "love", for Friday night, just in case.

Szayel felt like the next two days flew by faster than they should have, as he approached his chemistry class on Friday, Ishida on his left, not saying anything. For once in his life, Szayel Aporro was unsure whether he wanted to be first on the list this time.

As expected, the test results were written in green dry erase marker for all the class to see. Aizen had neat, but small handwriting, so they couldn't see the top two. Once they had put their things down and made their way to the front to see the results, Szayel bit his lip.

Szayel Aporro Granz – 101

Ishida Uryuu – 100

Nanao Ise – 99.5

Ishida smiled warmly at Szayel.

'Haha, looks like I win, Szayel-kun.'

'It seems as if you have.'

'How did you get over a hundred percent?'

'I explained that one of the problems was obsolete, and replaced it with a better one, which I then solved,' Szayel stated very matter-of-factly. Ishida just shrugged and took his seat, listening intently to what Aizen was saying. Szayel, however, was not. He was looking forward to tonight, no matter how he tried to hide it. The mere thought of Ishida, submitting to his very will, set his blood on fire, and no matter how hard he tried, chemistry just wasn't as interesting.

After class, Ishida discussed something important with Szayel, who had actually considered it, but dismissed it as not necessary.

'Are we going to tell Renji?'

'No,' Szayel replied instantly.

'Why? He's going to want to know why I keep not coming home.'

'Just tell him you have a girlfriend.'

'I can't do that; he'd want to meet her. Can't I just introduce you?'

'No, Renji is far too unintelligent to trust him.'

'He's my friend you know!' Ishida had stopped walking, his brows furrowed deep in frustration. Szayel stopped as well, a few feet in front of Ishida. Szayel remained emotionless.

'I don't care. It's true, he's not worth my time, and I personally think he's not worth yours either.' He shrugged, and started walking again, surprised when Ishida didn't follow him.

'Ishida? I was going to go-'

'No, save it! I have a better idea, you bastard.' Szayel looked intrigued. It was a part of Ishida he hadn't seen. Ishida grabbed his shirt collar and growled.

'Ishida, what are you doing?' Before Szayel could say anything about how they were in a public place, Ishida attacked his mouth, rage pouring into the kiss, and a passion that Szayel was unfamiliar with from Ishida. Szayel broke away quickly and snarled in peaked interest. If this is what Ishida wanted, he would show him something spectacular. Ishida pulled him into his flat and closed the door behind him. Szayel sat on Ishida's bed, a predatory gleam in his eye that scared Ishida, only a little, as he walked across the room, the indignant look still plastered upon Ishida's face.

A/N: Oh yeah, they're gonna do it. I swear if I chicken out, there will be some stupid thing that will totally happen involving Renji. That's how you will know.