Title: Session
By: Metamorcy
Rating: M
Pairing: Ichigo x Shirosaki, others may appear later on
Disclaimer: don't own Bleach
Summary: Poor Shirosaki has to stay after school for some 'forced' tutoring for his grades but who knew he'd get a hot student for it. Maybe it won't be so bad after all.
N/A: I'm Back!!
Chapter 5
"Ichigo." Shirosaki muttered seductively into the other's ear, his white hands running through the orange locks, feeling the silky strains. Carrot-top chuckled, straddling the albino's lap, staring lustfully, his shirt already taken off. Ichigo crushed their lips together heatedly, his fingers slipping into the white tresses, deepening it. The kiss lasted long, tongues dancing around inside, Shirosaki's hands drifting downward, resting at the waist, grinning. His back was against a pillow which was next to the wall, holding him up. A little flinch of pain from his bruise shivered up his spine but he ignored it, grinding their hips together. Heat started pooling below and he suppressed a heavy moan that was making its way up his throat. A sharp cry came from the helper, the tan fingers in his hair tightening, the nails digging into the scalp. He growled from the marks, his tongue darting across the bare chest, sucking on a pink nipple. Shirosaki recaptured the lips again, tasting the sweet sensation that danced on his buds, feeling the orange bangs tickle his cheeks. He parted from the other after a few moments, licking his lips to take in the remaining saliva. "You're quite tasty, Ichi."
"Is that so?" Ichigo snickered, wrapping his legs around Shirosaki's waist, their hips still grinding. His face was a little flushed, his breaths deep and bended forward, giving the other more area to work on. "Damn, that feels good."
"Glad you like it." The albino quickly stole another kiss, his lips drifting down the neck, sensing the other shutter in anticipation. His tongue left trails of saliva along the warm flesh. Ichigo tilted his head back, giving more access and didn't bother fighting back as the white-haired teen unzipped his pants. He released one hand from the silky locks, smiling and let a finger slid down the insipid chest, earning a husky moan. Once the finger retracted, Shirosaki amusingly chuckled, leaning down so he could lick the other nipple, his tongue swirling around it. His white teeth bit gently on it, pulling back and released. He heard a soft cry and went back to the first one, abusing it more.
"Doesn't your…back still hurt? Maybe I should be the one on top?" The orange-haired teen suggested, a little concerned about the bruise.
"Fuck the back. It doesn't hurt." He lied and quickened his movements to drive the other away from his pains.
Ah! Shiirrrooo…" Ichigo moaned, squeezing his eyes shut, arching his back. He bit down on his bottom lip, little beads of sweat crawling down the skin. Some blood created by the teeth dripped down, causing the albino to instantly reach up, lapping the droplets.
Shirosaki abruptly left the chest, giving the orange-haired teen a hard shove to the bed, watching him flop down. The body bounced on the springs, the sheets collecting around the frame. Ichigo shifted, the covers tugged towards him and he tilted his head to the side, eyes staring at the albino. The orange locks scattered and he looked irresistible, almost palatable. The albino crawled over the body, staring down at the other with hungry eyes, letting out a content growl. His fingers played on the chest teasingly, a pleased chuckle escaping from the back of his throat. He wanted to fuck Ichigo and, if he had the choice, straight into the bed. Shirosaki raised a hand, cupping the chin, gazing yearningly into the brown eyes and slanted over.
"Shirosaki! Wake up!"
Something solid slammed into his head and jolted up, gazing at the bedroom door in distress. His golden pools stared at the wadded and bended-out newspaper at his lap then at his guardian, wide-eyed, before glancing down at his bed and pillow. He twitched, letting out a growl, he had been dreaming (while totally forgetting about the fact that he had been hit on the head by a newspaper).
Right after his guardian, Zangetsu, left the room, door wide open, did it finally settle in. The albino stared at the wall in shock before let out his burst of emotions.
'Shhiiitttt!!' Shirosaki screamed through his head, burying his face into the pillow. 'I did not just have a wet dream about him! No, no, no, no! This can't be happening…Yes, why don't I just forget about it and say it never happened.' He pounded his fist into the wall repeatedly, parts of the area sinking in at the force and still in denial. When he stopped, his hands were burning and there was a sharp pain on his back. He had accidentally bumped his bruise, forcing him to let out an aggrieved hiss. The albino swore to himself, trying to forget about the dream but it remained fresh in his mind and it haunted him. The touches, the feels and the sounds, no, no, no! He had to forget. He just had to.
The teen screamed into his head, cursing his luck and pulled the covers over his head. He glanced down, lifting up his body and felt a familiar warmth pooling at his bottom. Shirosaki immediately started pounding the mattress, this time, while cursing out loud. When he felt like all his pent-up anger had been released, he lifted his head, sat up and stared at the wall in a daze.
This wasn't good.
Why did things have to go like this?...Actually, why did things always go bad? Was he in a movie or something? Was someone laughing at his stupid problems? Plus, he hardly knew the guy, really. It was like those love-on-first-sight cheesy shits or something stupid along those damn lines. It was, was it? Damn and he had just met the guy two days ago. Wow, what a way to start things off.
Shirosaki began banging his head into the wall; cursing again, wanting to destroy something.
"You done, yet?" A deep voice came from the doorway, a little amused.
The albino glanced over in alarm, pausing in the beating, examining over his guardian, who was standing in the doorway. The older man had black wavy hair that went down to the shoulder and tan skin. He had dark sunglasses on his face covering the eyes and was dressed in a wavy black coat that hid most of his body, expect for the feet and head. An eyebrow was raised up, watching him suspiciously as if the boy had gone mental.
Shirosaki growled. "How long have you been there?"
"Ever since you started banging your head. Do you need help or are you fine as everything is right now?" Zangetsu said sarcastically, somewhat used to the boy's strange antics, though he had seen some that really take the cake.
"Leave!" The albino threw something that looked like a book at the man, who effortlessly leaned to the side, letting the thing fly over. Pieces of his black hair flew with the reaction and he stepped back, closing the door before he saw the end of something else. Shirosaki let out a heavy exhale and glanced around his messy room. There were clothes on the floor and strange unknown things off the walls but he didn't care for any of that. He gazed to the window where the bright and joyful sunlight was shining…oh how he wished it would combust right now.
Repairing his broken mind, he slid his feet over the bed, trying to figure out what he was going to do for the rest of the day. He would have to see Ichigo again because of his tutoring, wasn't he? Oh, that wasn't good. That was horrible.
"Shiro, you're going to be late if you don't leave soon." Zangetsu called out through the door.
The white-haired teen jolted up, finding that he had no more time to ponder over his next action and ran off to find his clothes. He quickly dressed, did the necessary and ran out, breakfast, which was consisted of nothing but a piece of toast, still in his mouth.
He could think about the problem until later, for now, he had class to worry about…and, oh yeah, he had to visit that doctor too.
Can his day get any better?
Sorry, this one is shorter than the other ones I've done but I got the smut. Review.