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: This is the second to last chapter, just one more and then I'm free to work on my others!

And that it's finally here, lemon!!

This has been beta'd by sidhechaos, say thanks to her!

Chapter 9

Shirosaki groaned, this wasn't easy stuff. He stared at the review sheet and then at the time on his watch. School would be starting in thirty minutes and he couldn't solveten out of fifty problems and he just knew that they were all in the same batch of equations. He wondered which one? As much as he wanted to ask his friends for help, he knew that that wasn't going to work since none of them were in the same class. A teacher would be nice but they all hated him so that was a no-go too. He grumbled louder, heading over to the clinic for one last check-up before the weekend. The pain was still there but it wasn't as bad as before, it had gone down considerately to a dull ache. He opened the door to the office and glanced around the area, searching for the white-haired man. He didn't see the doctor anywhere. Did he come too early? Well, he did want to get some more studying done before the big test.

"Over here." A deep voice called out from behind a table. Shirosaki flinched, not expecting the call and turned to the doctor, heading on over while lifting up his school bag. Drang was in the back of the room and hidden away from most eyes, reading a book. As the teen got closer, he pulled out a chair and tossed his stuff onto the floor, except for his notebook with all the math questions. Drang set aside his book and strolled around the table while the younger albino folded his legs, tugging up his shirt to reveal the bandages. The man sat down beside him, yanking out a chair to sit down. Shirosaki shivered when he felt the cold freezing hands slide ghostly over his skin, was the doctor always this icy?

"Hmm…I don't see any problems, I think it now just needs to heal on its own." Drang commented, retracting away. "You no longer need bandages and the pain should be almost gone too, unless you aggravate it. This should be the last time unless you get into anymore trouble."

Shirosaki sighed in relief, gazing down at his stuff. A sudden thought came to him. "Hey…are you good in math?"

Drang glanced up from his position, blinking his black eyes. "…Yes."

"Then do you know how to solve this?"

The doctor leaned over, pulling his chair closer to get a better look as the younger albino gathered his stuff. He looked over the sheet, scanning it quickly without stopping. He managed to catch a look in the inverted eyes; they were slightly desperate and hopeful. Drang's face lightened up at it. "Yes. You need to put-"

"Dude, Shiro, you look depressed." Grimmjow snorted, rising up a fist to lift his chin. He leaned forward to stare at the miserable albino, who was hiding his head underneath his arms. "You look sick."

"I'm just tired and really panicky. I need to get at least an A on that Math test." Shirosaki grumbled from under the mass, rubbing his forehead into his arm. He had already finished taking the test in the morning and Drang's advice had really helped since some of those question types were on it. He just had to wait a little longer before going in to find out the grade.

"You're worried about that?" Renji raised an eyebrow, munching on a bag of chips he had bought. "Why? Usually you wouldn't give a shit about that crap."

"Well, I made a bet and I really want to keep it and win."

"A bet? What kind?" Grimmjow perked at this information, interested in the dialogue but he knew that Shirosaki had a tight lip on certain matters. If the albino didn't want to speak, he wouldn't respond no matter what. And as he predicted, he didn't answer. "Can you at least tell us who you made it with?"

"If I did that, you'd try to get the information out of him then." Shirosaki muttered, lifting his head up a bit with a red spot on his forehead where he had nudged into his clothes.

"So it's a guy. Only one I can think of is Orangey over there." Renji snickered, glancing over to that said person. "So have you screwed him yet? I would think he would be uptight about those kinds of things."

This made the albino jolt upward in shock and narrowhis golden eyes, growling. "What do you think I am?! A rabbit?! And no, I didn't fuck him." He didn't give enough time for them to reply. "Sometimes I really have to wonder why I'm actually friends with you bastards in the first place…"

"Hey…" The teal-haired teen grumbled, not really happy by how this was developing.

"Hey, Albino!"

The said man twitched, drumming his black fingernails on the table, almost about to make a nice long scratch across the surface. He hated being called like that. Sure, he had white skin and hair and lots of other things but that's not the point, he just hated people to point out the obvious. He twisted around, glancing up at the storming Rukia.

"What?!" Shirosaki sneered, clearly with rage and irritation.

The woman huffed, putting her hands on her waist as if trying to show that she was better. "What did you do to Ichigo?"

Shirosaki raised an eyebrow at this while glancing behind himto the orange-haired teen, who was getting inquiring looks from the others. Some were even directed at himself. That wasn't good. Ichigo noticed the stare he was getting from the other side and muttered a silent apology before turning back to his friends. The golden pools went back to Rukia. He had never really liked her, it was more along hate, and like hell he was going to tell too. "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Don't lie!" She grumbled, narrowing her eyes. "I've questioned him about it and his unusual attitude and all I could get out was that he was going to break a barrier. He wouldn't tell me the details of it so I expect you will." The petite girl stomped her foot and glared hotly.

The albino gave the same look back, full force. "And you really expect me to know, I'm not talking either way. I doubt he would either so just lay off."

"Why you!! I'm just concerned about him!" Rukia screeched, giving a lovely show to the other two behind Shirosaki.

"Don't worry, you'll figure it out later." He stood up, muttering about something while completely ignoring the raven-haired woman. It was time to find out his test grade. He panicked a little on the inside just thinking about it. He turned to his friends. "Well, I'm going in early today. I'll see you two later. Bye."

"Bye." Renji called out, rubbing his chin. He was already thinking of ways to get the answer out of Shirosaki but no matter what he thought, he knew it wouldn't work. It was at these times he really wished Shirosaki was more lax with everything.

Shirosaki passed a glanced at Ichigo, who caught it, and winked before heading inside the school building. He missed the light blush of red that appeared and framed the orange-haired teen's cheeks.

"I don't know how to say this, Shirosaki." The math teacher Urahara said while obviously amused, using his fan to cover his mouth. He flicked it open, wearing the usual hat that adorned the blond hair. A deep chuckle of hilarity washed over him as he watched the student's face change and react.

"I did…that badly…" Shirosaki spoke shakily, bending down, using the table for assistance. All his effort for this had been wasted.

Damn.

He felt like punching something, anything but he knew it wouldn't ease the sadness he was feeling. A look of fear came onto his visage, the already pale skin turning pure white and devoid color. His breath hitched and stared at the ground, not sure what to do. Shirosaki reached up, covering his mouth. He felt sick. He felt like he wanted to throw up and the food he had eaten earlier weren't helping. "Damnit…"

Urahara tilted his head, clicking the fan together and leaned forward, extending the dreaded test paper. He had a grin on his face, as if snickering about something. "Here, take a look."

Shirosaki didn't, gazing to the side and punched his fist into the wall before running out the room. He didn't even bother hearing the teacher call out to him before shutting the door. A loud slam echoed in his ears and the silent hallway. He was about to collapse to the floor when someone called out to him.

"Shirosaki!"

A familiar voice entered his mind and he knew automatically who it is. Ichigo… The albino couldn't deal with the other and his disappointed expression yet. He stood up and ran. He wasn't about to turn around to take a glance at the orange-haired teen until everything was straightened out. He just needed somewhere to hide, some place that hardly any people went to.

Shirosaki chuckled emptily. Damn everything to hell.

"Mr.Urahara, how was it?" Ichigo came up to the still smirking teacher, who was sitting comfortably in his chair as if nothing in the world could affect him. He was a little worried about the strange reaction he had gotten from Shirosaki and decided to investigate. He mused if it was because of the test grade. Could it be that he had failed? Ichigo's chest constricted, no, he didn't want that.

"Oh, you want to see it?" Urahara waved his fan at the test paper on the table, facedown. "Whatever for?"

"I just want to. Now, will you let me?" The orange-haired teen spoke softly. The teacher looked at him sternly, trying to figure out his motive for all this and finally tapped the paper in front, sliding it upward. Urahara continued to stare, watching carefully, seeing as he wasn't supposed to let any other student look at someone else's grades. Ichigo took it and scanned over the document then to the score. His brown pools widened at the number. "Wait, then why?"

"Yes, I wonder to." The man continued to smile, taking the sheet back and spun in his chair. He twirled, his expression unchanged. "Hope he doesn't do something stupid, though, I do question what gave him the idea of getting something like that?"

Ichigo growled, glaring at the teacher. Who wouldn't misunderstand with that attitude and dash out the door? Damn this teacher, why was he still allowed to educate here in the first place? Much less, why the hell was he a teacher of all things? A mad scientist would fit his description better. Ichigo shake his head, pushing his thoughts on the man away, he had more important things to do. He had to find Shirosaki and fast. And there was only one place in mind that the albino would go to.

The clinic.

He opened the door to the doctor's room as he stormed in out of breath. He spotted Shirosaki sulking on a bed with the doctor sitting in a chair beside him, reading a book. The bell rang; signaling the end of lunch period as Ichigo stepped closer, quickening his pace

Drang was first to react, having noticed the other long beforehand. "Ah, hello, Kurosaki." He stood up, heading over to the student. The doctor paused and then stepped aside; he could see the emergency in the eyes. "Go on."

The younger teen nodded to the doctor and sat down on the bed beside the albino. His peach-colored hands tapped the shoulder. The sounds of students trying to get to their next class as they wandered in the hallways could be heard through the door. "Shirosaki, speak to me."

"No."

"…I saw your grade."

A flinch. "Oh." The other glanced away, shoving the hand off. "It's bad, right?"

Ichigo suddenly started laughing, breaking out into a smile, shattering the tense atmosphere and kissed a cheek. He wrapped his arms around Shirosaki's shoulders, pulling the other closer. "Are you kidding? It's great!"

An eyebrow was raised up in confusion and gazed at the orange-haired teen, shock written all over Shirosaki's visage. "Huh?"

"You did it. You passed with a 90." Ichigo tightened his grip, burying his face into the crook of the albino's neck. He smiled into the touch and felt the other struggling, not believing what he had said. The footsteps of students outside quieted down and the next bell rang.

"I got a 90?" Shirosaki muttered in disbelief, reaching up to stroke the orange locks. "Are you sure? You're not trying to trick me, are you?"

"Positive."

The albino sighed and glanced to the side when he heard fadingfootsteps. Drang was heading over to his office, the black coat flaps fluttering at his movements. The air of mystery and darkness continue to surround him even now. He watched as the man rotated slightly, hands in his pockets with the book tucked under the right arm. "You still have that key, right?" Drang asked.

Shirosaki instinctively reached into his pockets when Ichigo pulled back. The familiar metal jiggled in his hands, it was the key to the back room. "Wait, are you…? Huh?" The golden pools blinked, Drang was already gone. When did the guy leave? He hadn't even heard the door opening. "He's…disappeared?"

"Weird…" Ichigo muttered before getting yanked up. He gaze to the albino and blinked, staring into the eyes. They were smirking. His cheeks darkened a little at just looking at them. "W-What?"

"I plan on finishing our little deal if you know what I mean." A predatory leer made Shirosaki appear devilish and dangerous, but it only turned Ichigo on. For some reason, he didn't seem scared; he had been hoping for this from the very beginning after making that deal, hoping that it would succeed. And it did. Ichigo kissed the same cheek again, smiling, and earned a chuckle for it. "I'll take that as a 'Yes'." Shirosaki tugged forward, dragging the orange-haired teen to the back as he unlocked the doorand entered. He turned the lights on and relocked it as he lickedhis lips lustfully. Then his fingers wrapped around his lover.

Ichigo sighed, it was now or never. He stared at Shirosaki with the same licentious look he was getting. Oh, how he wanted the other. His mind wandered over what would happen in the next few moments…and how much he wanted to slap himself for those dirty thoughts.

"Ya ready?" The albino purred, tightening his grip around Ichigo's waist, waiting for the answer. He had worked real hard for this moment, made that grade just for this, even if it was just a part of the deal. But still…there was no way he was going to let this opportunity go or let the other wiggle his way out of this one. He shifted his arms and chuckled, asking again. "Well, Ichigo?"

"…Yeah." Ichigo leaned in, capturing the lips, unable to stop his own feelings for the other from flowing out. He pulled him closer, waiting for the other to dominate but Ichigo wasn't going to make it so easy. His fingers sprawled across the front, trying to tease the other. Shirosaki responded quickly, gripping the orange hair tightly and yanked Ichigo into the bed roughly, snickering in amusement. He liked how Ichigo was reacting and coming on to him, it was entertaining. The younger teen grunted as his body was bounced up and down by the springs, his head on the soft pillow. His eyesstared at his boyfriend curiously and blinked, watching as the albino crawled onto his lap. Shirosaki ground their hips together aggressively, catching him in a bruising kiss and heard a pleasing loud moan came from Ichigo'sthroat. Their tongues danced around each other and the older pulled back, sucking gently on the muscle. As the kiss got heated, Shirosaki slowly started undoing everything, the pants, the shirts even the underwear and tossed it to the ground without a second thought. His tongue tangled with the other's some more, sliding along the hot flesh. A muffled groan came from the back of his throat as he felt Ichigo's fingers rake through his hair. The soft tender feeling was nice but he didn't want to get sucked in just yet. He retracted his tongue back licked his lips again, taking in the taste and savored it. Strawberry just like before, it was still a wonderful flavor. His golden pools of his eyes examined the naked man underneath him, straddling on the waist. Ichigo was deep red, his eyes clouded with desire. Shirosaki giggled, the helper looked so delicious, so ravishing. He ground their hips some more, harder this time, feeling Ichigo's manhood grow in response. The fingers untangled from his head, falling to the sheets, gripping those instead. His teeth nibbled the bottom lip, yanking it down before placing kisses along the neck and up to the ear. The albino's warm breath danced along the flesh and felt some on his own cheeks.

"S-Shirooo…" Ichigo moaned, squirming underneath, eyes closed.

"Yes?" His white teeth bit down gently on the ear lobe, his tongue flickering along the insides. When he released it, he licked along the back and hit a sensitive spot, earning a squeak. A deep blush tinted the peachy cheeks, snapping the brown eyes back open. Ichigo stared at the albino, panting deeply.

"Can you…hurry up?"

Shirosaki paused, pulling back for a moment. "Oh? Are you that impatient? Or do you want me that badly?" He traveled down the body, getting in-between the legs, spreading them apart.

"Shut up! We're in school! Anyone could just walk in and hear us."

"Doubt it. Dr. Drang is keeping watch for us. He's not stupid enough to allow anyone to hear us. Plus, he was the one that suggested the whole idea; he'll be the one to get in the most trouble, not us." He lapped atthree of his fingers coating them with saliva and when he thought it was enough, he stopped, pulling them from his mouth."I guess since you want this so badly, I'll skip over some procedures and get to this part." Shirosaki stuck a single digit inside the entrance without any warning. Ichigo instantly jolted at the foreign sensation and gasped loudly. He arched his back, finding it less painful and clenched down on his bottom lip. It hurt… No, that was an underestimate, it was extremely painful.

"Damn…you." He growled out as one eye squeezed close.

Shirosaki grinned, feeling the muscles inside clench down on the wiggling intruder. "You're pretty tight. And…that you deserve this. You did want to skip ahead and go faster."

"Shut up!" Ichigo gasped out when the next digit came in, much slower this time. It wasn't as painful as last time since Shirosaki was being more careful, watching the orange-haired teen's expression. "I've never done…anything like this before in my life."

"Kinda obvious." The albino snickered, adding the third one and made scissor-like movements to widen the virgin hole. He watched with satisfaction as Ichigo panted with little cries that were sweet and pleasant to his ears. The orange-haired teen was gripping tightly at the sheets and made short noises as the fingers thrust in and out. Ichigo's hands were beginning to turn white as he lifted his head back, twisting in delight. He finally let out a scream when the intrusion hit his prostate gland, making his vision go white for a few seconds.

"A…A-Again…" Ichigo moaned softly, wanting that same feeling again.

The grin on Shirosaki's face widened as he did the opposite of Ichigo's request. He drew the three digits out and heard the other whimper softly, upset as the sudden emptiness. "Don't worry, you'll like this. But it might hurt a bit."

"H-Hurt?"

"But don't worry; I'll be careful to you. I wouldn't want to make you bleed." Shirosaki positioned himself, the tip of his member at the entrance. He gradually entered inside,giving time for his partner to get used to the feeling. He sighed quietly in ecstasy as the muscles tightened around his cock. "Ah, damn…Ichigo, you're really tight."

"Nngh!" Ichigo whimpered, sensing the other inside, pushing further. By instinct, he wrapped his legs around the albino's waist, nudging him deeper by accident.

Shirosaki grunted, tempted to just go all out but waited patiently until Ichigo stopped moving, trying to get comfortable. He didn't want Ichigo'sfirst time to be horrible. "You okay?" Shirosaki shifted by mistake, hitting something inside the moist heat.

"Oh god!" Ichigo gasped, clenching down harder on the sheets, his fingernails digging into his palms. He tried to control his breathing but was failing in doing so. He felt so full and it was a blissful sensation, one he wouldn't want to get away from anytime soon. His bottom lip had started to bleed, allowing Shirosaki to lean down and lick it up to ensure that it wouldn't travel down the neck.

"…Alright, I'll take that as a 'Yes'." Shirosakipulled back a little before thrusting back in, leisurely at first before quickening the pace into an even beat. He observed in enjoyment as Ichigo cried out and moaned at each thrust. The helper's face twisted in pleasure especially his prostrate gland was hit again. The younger teen let out a startled scream when that happened and Shirosaki could only smile, repeatedly slamming into that same spot. He could see the sweat that was collecting on the surface of Ichigo's flesh, glowing in the pale light above.

"Ah! S-Shiro!" The orange-haired teen reached up into the white hair, yanking the other closer into his chest. The fingernails dug into the scalp, grabbing a fist full of hair. Shirosaki winced a little at that, burying his face into the crook of Ichigo's neck, smelling the strong scent of strawberry. It was intoxicating and he was quickly loosing the rhythm he once had. He was getting faster, his limit close. Ichigo looked so hot being fucked, dazed in pleasure. "Shirooo!! Pleasee!! Faster!!"

"As you…command." Shirosaki did as he was told; thrusting deep until the point it hurt to go any further. The moist heat was just wonderful. "Ichi…go…" He silently moaned, licking his dry lips and watched as the other let his grip loosen, allowing the hands to slide down to the shoulders. The fingernails went digging back in, creating long red marks and he thought for a moment that he might be bleeding.

Then Ichigo came, spraying across his stomach, letting out one last yell. The contraction of the other's insides brought the albino to his edge, as he thrust a few more times to ride out his organism.He collapsed forward but managed to use his elbows to keep himself up, placing a small kiss on his partner's lips. Shirosaki rolled off to the side and lay on the bed, tugging the other close.

"Well?" He asked, grinning and taking a deep breath to calm his beating heart. It pounded against his chest painfully, his energy drained.

Ichigo took a deep breath and snorted. "What do you think?"

"I think you liked it." Shirosaki twisted around, wrapping his limbs along Ichigo's frame. The helper sighed; shaking his head, eyes closed and snuggled into the warmth.

"Shut up and go to sleep."

"Okay, okay but first you have to say something to me."

The orange-haired teen glanced up. "And what would that be?"

"I'll give you a hint. It's three words long."

"…" Ichigo paused for a moment, staring into the pale face and finally smiled. "I…I love you."

The albino kissed his lover again. "I love you too."

Okay finished with this one, so tired. I'm going back to drawing.

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