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: Since someone in here wanted to know why the last part was there in the previous chapter, I'll make it short. The flames have an important part in 'The Return' later in the chapters and I thought that some people, who were reading that fanfic, would like to know since I left a little note on the bottom as to which one it was placed into. Sorry for the confusion, that's why I said either read it or just ignore it. Hope you don't mind.

Okay, I'm starting to rush things cuz right now, I just want to finish this fanfic and move onto something else. (sighs) So tired, damn textbooks. Had to carry them (those four big thick ones and a small with my bag which is already heavy enough as it is) all the way home which was like 40 minutes away in 97 degrees heat, its Texas, its always hot year round with traffic on one side and road construction on the other. So fucking hot!! I thought I was going to faint, well actually, I did once I got inside but anyway. My poor shoulders, I can't feel them anymore and my arms hurt so badly. But enough of me complaining. We're getting close to the end anyway. About 3 chapters left! Yay for me!

Chapter 8

Shirosaki sighed, it was Thursday night and the big test was tomorrow. And he had hardly done any studying over the past few days because of the whole incident with Ichigo. The orange-haired teen had decided to skip school entirely today and that meant no tutoring for him. He only had about half of the stuff memorized and now he didn't enough time to do the rest. He was doomed. There was no fucking way he was going to be able to pass that damn test. He could already see his math teacher, Urahara, smiling at him, teasing him on his grades and smartness before going onto his looks. And then he'd probably parade around the school, waving his test like it was some sort of prize, telling the entire world about it…and how he sucked so badly. It was so annoying and just thinking about that bastard only made things worse. How he wished he could punch that snickering bastard in the face and smack him around with that damn fan that always popped out from his sleeves. But nooo, that wasn't possible or else he would get in trouble again and then Zangetsu would get on his case. Shirosaki cursed to himself again, colorfully and full of vulgar, hoping that that man would get a heart attack or something. He paused at the idea; maybe he should start praying, would that work?

Anyway, all in all, he couldn't really do much of his homework and the review sheet was right in front of him, staring. He thought for a second that maybe he could burn a damn hole into it and watch it smolder into a little pile of ashes. However, that didn't or couldn't happen either. His inverted eyes decided to take a break and glanced around the living room. The TV was on, his foster father watching some strange show, not really interested in finding it out. For once, the old man was actually sitting on a couch and not on that blasted pole behind it with a fan to the side that made his clothes flutter. Maybe he was trying to look cool…or more like an idiot in his opinion. Whatever fit him…

The albino glanced back down at the sheets and his text book, glaring at it some more. His pencil was in his hand, flipping around, trying to figure out the answer for this present question. Damn trigonometry and its sin and cos and sec and whatever else there was. And how the hell are you supposed to simplify this fucking ten number digit equation?! Why did this class have to be so damn hard? Did whoever up there like to see him suffer? And why couldn't he have taken something else and skip this totally, maybe then he wouldn't have to endure this shit.

"You're dozing off again, Shiro." Zangetsu called out from his spot, the sun glasses still on his face. The old man hadn't even looked his way, eyes glued to the TV. Shirosaki could see the reflection of the screen on the glasses, flashes of the show. He never figured out why the foster father wore those but it wasn't like he was going out of his way to find out.

"Yeah, yeah." He stood up, storming over to his bedroom that was across the hall. For now, he would give up on this cursed stuff called math and do something else for the mean time like sleeping. His eyes stared around his room and leaned onto the bed, feeling the fluffy pillow below his head. The room was plainly decorated, nothing much in it except that the walls were painted a deep red, it was white before but he didn't want to see that color any more. He saw enough of it on himself and Grimmjow had made a comment on it. Something about blending in with the tint, he doesn't remember now since it's been so long ago but no matter. There were a few posters on the wall, one or two about video games and another about an anime. The curtains, black, were closed to the world. He had to get them since those damn lights outside shined directly into his room at night and it pissed him off. He no longer needed a lamp anymore because of that. Some of his clothes were on the ground, tossed aimlessly with no intentions of picking them up ever again. Shirosaki wasn't exactly neat nor was he messy, just lazy. He snuggled into the sheets, taking a deep breath, trying to relax and take all that math crap out of his mind. He just wanted a break for now.

Just as he felt himself dozing off to sleep, the doorbell rang, snapping himself out. He sat up, yawning, wondering if the old man was going to answer. He heard the door open with a loud creek and collapsed back down on the bed, cuddling into the comfy sheets again.

"Shiro!" Zangetsu called out through the door, his voice booming. Shirosaki sneered, pressing his face into the pillow, hoping he wouldn't have to hear him again. "Shiro, there's a guest here for you!"

The albino snapped. "Well, tell the guest to go away! I'm not in the mood!"

"He says it's important and won't leave until you come down!" The man yelled back, not amused by his foster child's attitude. "And I'll send him up to you if you don't come down!"

Shirosaki groaned, lifting himself up and crawled out of bed. He didn't want this so called guest entering his room and seeing him there. He knew that his friends would just laugh at him and destroy his room even more than it was now. The albino always found it a nuisance to clean up after them. "Coming!" He stomped back out into the hallway, glaring at his father and the person in the entryway before pausing. His inverted eyes widened for a moment, realizing who it was. "I-Ichigo?!"

It was indeed the orange-haired teen. He was standing there looking quite embarrassed for coming here and appeared to be ready to split at any second. Zangetsu glanced between them and walked away, heading back to his show, not wanting to interrupt. Shirosaki took a deep breath and headed closer, letting Ichigo inside before closing the door. He managed to catch a glimpse of the sky and could see the stars; peculiarly, it was too late to be outside right now, dangerous too. So then why was he here? Before he was able to voice his question, Ichigo scratched the back of his head and turned to the albino.

"Hey, sorry for not showing up today, I had a lot to think about." The helper started, folding his arms, trying to keep his scold on.

The albino smirked, kinda liking where this was going. "What type of things?"

Ichigo blushed, backing away, uncomfortable with the stare he was getting. His face fell for a moment before putting it back on, trying to tighten his image. "Just things. Anyway, I came here to apologize for skipping out and to make you an offer."

Shirosaki raised an eyebrow, interested. He leaned in, reversing Ichigo towards the wall, one arm on it, preventing the other from running off. He had a smirk on his face, one that appeared to be a predator while the helper was the prey. The orange-haired teen had his body pressed against the hard surface, not liking where this was heading to. A snicker came from the albino, enjoying what he was seeing and licked his lips. "And what kind of offer would that be? Hmm?"

"Well, this type." Ichigo slowly lifted his head up and kissed lightly on the check. Shirosaki blinked, surprised by the act, he totally hadn't been expecting that. Maybe a punch or something but that? "For some odd reason in these past few days, I've really gotten attached to you even though I know absolutely nothing about you at the same time. You're like a complete stranger yet it was like…" Ichigo trailed off, not sure what else to say.

Shirosaki decided to give a hand and complete it. "Love at first sight?" He leered, wanting to push the guy's buttons. "And even if you don't know me, we have all the time in the world."

The blush on Ichigo darkened, ignoring the latter statement. "Y-Yeah and so I wanted to try something to see if you were up to my approval, after all, you're getting yourself involved with my group."

"So then what's the deal?"

"If you're able to pass that test tomorrow by your own power, an A at least, I'll not only go out with you, I'll…I'll…" Ichigo bit his bottom lip, stumbling over what he wanted to say. It was hard but he continued to try. "I'll…"

A smirk made its way onto the albino's lips and leaned further, his mouth touching the ears and whispered gently. "Fine, I got it. It's a deal but, of course, you better keep it if you know what I mean."

A shiver went down his spine and he began to wonder what he had released. He gulped heavily, a little of sweat crawling down the side of his face and ducked underneath the arm, wanting to get away. He was about to say something else when a pair of lips covered his own, sealing his speech. Ichigo was so startled by the sudden attack that it left his mouth wide-open for an invasion, the blue tongue slipping into the inner cave. Shirosaki took that chance to get a good taste, his tongue traveling all around and grinded their hips together to keep the moment longer. Ichigo let out a gasp into it, closing his eyes, lost in the pleasure. He responded back eagerly, fighting back, deepening the kiss. He moaned, tempted to wrap his arms around the neck to draw the albino closer but at the last moment, he ripped away. Ichigo took deep breaths; his beating heart racing in his chest. Shirosaki stared in amusement and grinned, licking his lips seductively knowing that he had hit the mark. "S-Stop, not now. You have to finish your part first before you can do anything to me."

"I know, I know, but what I'd like to know is why you're doing this so willingly. I thought you were the type would despise sex and shit."

"I do!" The helper yelled. "I really do but…" Ichigo paused trailing off, his voice low. "But when it comes to you, I can't control myself as I thought I could. You just have this bizarre power over me that makes me just want to come to you. And I can't help it. Even after sorting out all my feelings, in the end, I want to be with you."

"I…see, so you crave for me." Shirosaki snickered, though inside he was basically jumping for joy. He was glad that the other desired him, that meant hope for his situation. His eyes started glittering, no; he was going to snatch Ichigo, no matter what.

The orange-haired teen blushed deeper and began stuttering things that made completely no sense for a few seconds. Shirosaki stared predatorily, showing his white teeth. It was at that moment, Zangetsu came walking in, having finished his show and spotted the two in the hallway up against the wall. He raised an eyebrow through the sunglasses and noticed the awkwardness that was admitting from the visitor. The old man's only thoughts were 'Poor guy, he's getting harassed by Shiro'.

He sighed heavily, shaking his head at his foster child's actions and decided to save him. He didn't want to get sued or threatened again from a parent like last time. And yes, Shirosaki had done something like that before, luckily nothing happened (the judge thought it was stupid because Shirosaki had played the innocent act). "Shiro, let your friend leave, its getting late as it is and it's a school night." He huffed, shuffling closer to the duo.

The albino sent a glare at him but ignored it. Ichigo sighed in relief, rushing around Shirosaki towards the door. He thanked the older man before glancing back at Shirosaki and ran outside, yelling and reminding him of the deal. Zangetsu just ignored it, heading back to the TV room. He had better things to do then interfere with Shirosaki's life. The kid knew how to take care of himself, he was street-smart.

"Damn…" The teen cursed, a little disappointed and sauntered to the room where all his stuff was located. "Oh well, at least I got Ichigo to myself, just need to pass that fucking test and it'll all be fine…passing the test…" He twitched at the idea. "Fuck…"

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