A/N: Warning! Bad, cheesy romance. Oh, yeah, and sex. Which is also bad, and cheesy, in my opinion. :P

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

Ishida paused, considering his options. It was obviously an attempt on Szayel's part to flatter him calm again. Under this assumption, Ishida did what anyone would do: he slapped Szayel. Szayel blinked, pondering the reaction with bewilderment flashing through his eyes.

'Wh-What are you doing, Ishida?' Ishida growled, balling his fists.

'I love you Szayel!' Szayel nodded in agreement. Ishida said it a lot.

'You don't get it. I love you. But you…'

'Shit, Ishida,' Szayel mumbled, trying to take Ishida in his arms. Ishida tensed up.

'You don't. You don't love me.' Szayel bit his lip.

'Well, I don't…I just don't know. I know I love many things about you…but whether I love you,…I'm not sure. I apologise, Ishida,' he caressed Ishida's cheek. Ishida pulled away.

'That's a cheap answer. I just – I just want you to love me. As much as I love you. I can't bear being away from you,' He turned away from Szayel, sighing.

'You know I want – '

'No, I don't! I don't know if you want to love me. You don't look conflicted at all. It makes me…makes me sick, Szayel,' Szayel let out an angry breath and swallowed. Words weren't working; Szayel had to move to the next step. He shortened the distance between them, so they were only a few centimeters apart. Ishida tried to move away, but Szayel pulled him into a mind-blowing kiss. It made Ishida sigh and soften, melting in that kiss. Ishida felt Szayel nibble tenderly at his lip, stroking his sides and bringing an arm up to pull Ishida closer to his own body; heat radiated off the other man, and Ishida lightly wrapped his fingers through that silky pink hair that he was so fond of. He pulled his white-rimmed glasses off and throwing them on the table, making quick work of his own. Szayel loosened Ishida's tie, fingering the black silk before tugging it off his neck. The sensations were familiar; the caresses weren't unknown to either men. However, there was something completely new to them about this. It didn't feel the same.

To Ishida, the bond he'd felt before was gone, in it's place he felt mistrust, like Szayel was a one-night stand. It felt terrible, but exotic. He wanted more, and he intended to get it as he licked at the crook of Szayel's neck like a cat. Szayel felt completely different. He had felt guilty in the past, and all the feelings were hollow. He felt guiltless now, because Ishida knew. And as long as Ishida knew, he wouldn't feel anything but pleasure. And what pleasure it was. Ishida unbuttoned Szayel's shirt quickly, tossing it on a nearby table. Ishida's tongue worked its way to Szayel's nipples, teasing and sucking with his warm, hot mouth. Szayel groaned, moving Ishida down to the floor, where he could flip the raven-haired man over and assault his shirt, unbuttoning it with his mouth and licking a trail as he loosened each button. Ishida's face was flushed and contorted as Szayel ran his hands across Ishida's pale body, the lithe form writhing underneath his touch. Szayel's hands snaked their way down to Ishida's pants, toying with the zipper. Ishida groaned in frustration, pushing his hips up to meet Szayel's hand. In response, the pink-haired man smirked and pulled the zipper down, grabbing the other man's hardened member, eliciting a mewl of delight from Ishida, who threw his head back helplessly as Szayel played a delightful game with his body.

Szayel felt his own erection straining painfully against his jeans but made no move to do anything about it as he wrapped his hand around Ishida's manhood, growing harder when Ishida moaned huskily at the sensation. Szayel growled his response, pumping his hand to add friction that made Ishida lose all control, whimpering incoherently as Szayel tortured his senses. After a few more meaningful thrusts, Szayel removed his hand and reached under the couch cushion. Over the years, Szayel had found countless tubes of unmarked lotions and gels that he had immediately dropped. God knows where it had been, after all. He'd never dreamed that he'd need to use one of them now, and surely, there was a small tube under the cushion. He looked at his curiously, because it was warming lotion, and wondered why you would need it warmed, when he heard Ishida let out a high-pitched whine.

'Please, Szayel. I need you inside me now.' Szayel grinned and moved back to where Ishida was, sprawled wantonly across the floor, looking like desire personified in a human body.

'You little whore,' Szayel whispered in his ear as he pulled Ishida up into his lap, tugging roughly at his hair; his response was another deep moan as Ishida felt Szayel's hardness against his thigh. Szayel brushed his hand against Ishida's entrance teasingly, sending shivers down Ishida's spine.

'Ahh…Szayel. Do it,'

'Beg for it, slut,' Szayel sneered, taking sick satisfaction in the neediness of his lover.

'Szayel, please!'

'Much better,' he said, and pushed a finger inside the dark-haired man. He gripped Szayel's shoulders tightly, making scratch marks across Szayel's fair skin.

'Ah…I still can't believe you're tight, you fucker,' Szayel groaned, pushing another finger inside Ishida's body. Ishida looked at Szayel, his eyes dark and craving more from the other student. Szayel saw this clearly and extracted his fingers, making Ishida fidget a little. Szayel moved Ishida to a different spot on his lap and looked up at him.

'Just fuck me already, Szayel,' he growled angrily, trying to push himself down on Szayel's manhood, but the pink-haired man's hands grasped his hips firmly and held him in place.

'God you're a bitch when you want to be,' Szayel said in a raspy voice. Really, this was affecting him just as much, if the way his amber eyes smoldered with desire had anything to say about the matter. Ishida swallowed as he tried again to work Szayel's cock in his own body, but it was to no avail. He would have to play Szayel's game.

'Szay-Szayel…I need this just as much as you…'

'Who do you belong to, Ishida?'

'Wh-What?'

'You're painfully hard and needy as a bitch in heat, now answer my damned question before I leave you like this,' he snapped, lips curled into a feral grin.

'…You,' he replied softly.

'I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you, who do you belong to?'

'You, Szayel! I belong to you, now fuck me so hard I can't walk! Now!'

'Such a demanding whore. If you wish,' he said, and pushed violently into the other man. Ishida let out a sharp cry at the initial penetration, but soon warmed up, panting and whimpering as Szayel set a steady pace, thrusting evenly and watching Ishida's face.

'Touch yourself,' Szayel ordered hoarsely, hands still clutched onto Ishida's hips. Ishida nodded, his hand snaking to his ignored member, stroking the head gently and sighing in content. He began pumping in time to Szayel's thrusts, making his moans louder and deeper than before.

'Ohh, Szayel, I'm gonna cum soon,' he cried, feeling his release. Szayel beamed wildly.

'When you cum, shout my name, tell me you're mine.' Ishida nodded shortly. Szayel thrust faster and harder into Ishida as he felt his release coming too, desperate and wanting. He felt Ishida's muscled contract around his cock when he came, warm liquid coating Ishida's hand and both men's stomachs.

'Ah! Szayel! Yes!' Szayel came soon after, his seed filling Ishida hotly, making him sigh. Szayel let out a rough cry as he came, his own sounds mixing with Ishida's. Szayel vaguely wondered how loud they were to anyone outside. Ishida collapsed against Szayel in exhaustion, head buried in Szayel's neck. He made a content noise and felt like sleeping. Szayel nudged him off, though.

'Ilforte and Tesla will be home soon, if they weren't listening at the door.' Ishida groaned but nodded, getting off Szayel unhappily and pulling his boxers on sluggishly, wincing at the pain in his ass. Szayel found his shirt and buttoned it languidly. When Ishida had dressed and gone into the kitchen to make dinner, Szayel watched him go guiltily, sighing.

'Ishida,' he said softly, looking at his lover's back. He asked himself, for what seemed like the millionth time, do I love you? Ishida meant a lot to Szayel. He was his first friend in a long time, and his first lover. Ishida made him smile, and made his world go around. He hung the moon in the sky for Szayel, and made the sun rise in the morning. The only problem was, He recognised how lucky he was, how amazing he felt around him, how much he lo-…liked him, and it made him so upset inside when he couldn't openly say, "Ishida Uryuu…I love you." But how he wanted to.

A/N: Oh mah God, you do not know how sorry I am that this took so long. Major, major writer's block. If this is bad, please tell me. I seriously poured all my muse-energy in this. Gawd, I'm tired. I have totally deserved the Doctor Who I'm about to watch XD