A/N if you've been reading this may want to start over on chapter one ... again sorry for the delay on this story. It started as just a one shot then I wanted to write more about them sneaking around school. So here's what we have. I'm posting it start to finish over the next few days so no more waiting.

Lesson Two

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Smiling, Kisuke knew for all the vinegar that Yoruichi had given him as their "relationship" progressed, her pretenses about not wanting to be with him were folding. If he were a stronger man he would make her beg for it, break her completely. But he wasn't it.

He had been trying to convince her to sneak out or see him when she was out with her friends. It was all he could do to not troll the malls when he knew she would be out with Lisa or Hayori. As it was he was a mess over the weekends when he had no contact with her.

Kisuke's victory at seeing Yoruichi's lusty, yet pleading, eyes was short-lived remembering that the two month summer break was only a couple of weeks away. His face darkened. He wouldn't be able to handle it. The only ray of hope was if she was able to stay in the city, then he may be able to set up meetings with her. But even so how would he be able to get her to go along with it.

Right now he had something dear to her as leverage but once the break he couldn't do that. He hated using it anyway. It made him ill. He remembered the look on her face that day when it all started.

Kisuke had never been pushed to take such actions, but it was an overwhelming desire that had forced him to his current situation. It was 10 minutes until the end of class, the first day of the semester and then he'd have the object of his affection, his desire, all to himself. It was a daring an risky plan to say the least. If he had thought about it more he wouldn't have even dared.

She trusted him. She was very trusting and gullible to be so smart. He hated having to lie but he wanted her, wanted her more than he had wanted anyone.

Kisuke sat at his desk in class 9-P, he held his head in his hands, his fingers in his hair, making the wild blonde mop more disheveled than normal.

His heart was beating in his chest like a drum, he looked around the class to see if anyone else could hear it. They were focused on the reading assignment he had given them.

Kisuke stared at Yoruichi's dark violet hair, it was pulled back in her normal ponytail. The seductive way her school uniform clung to her beautiful body. Her breasts peeking out the top of her blouse. This vision had kept him up at night, hard cock in hand stroking himself wildly as he thought of her in his bed, on his sofa , on his kitchen table or in his shower.

He shifted in his chair. His cock was ready to begin. He tried to think of something , anything else.

He couldn't get close to her, try as he might.

Every other girl in class stared at him flirted with him asked for help after class which he could have easily taken advantage of, but the one he wanted, the one he needed to do this, was Yoruichi Shihouin. But she did her school work easily quickly chatting with her friends and left.

She was active in several clubs and sports, which had him volunteering his time for said activities too; as the club or sports adviser, but even that didn't get him closer to her. Just more opportunities to obsess over her.

He could try to talk to her after school but she was immediately whisked away by her father's bodyguards. The main one Miss Fon, scared the shit out of him.

He'd have to make his move today, make her situation seem so real so dire that she would have to go along with it. His back up if it came to that was to threaten the grades of her friends. She was an honorable girl and would never let that happen especially if there was something she could do about it. And he wanted to do it everyday possible.

First, he had to get her in class alone, he lay the foundation letting her know that some information had been brought to his attention that was quite disturbing and he wanted to speak to her about it at the end of the day.

Second, he would threaten her, and if all else failed, her friends.

She had been visibly upset at the news. He smiled remembering how cute she looked, how concerned as she racked her brain trying to think of what it could be.

Kisuke smiled at his wicked lecherous plan. It was evil and perverted. But it had to be done.

Yoruichi was nervous, her leg was shaking under her desk as she read.

Kisuke knelt beside his desk pretending to look for something in a bottom drawer when actually he used this ploy, time and time again to see straight up her skirt and between her legs when they weren't crossed, like today. He licked his lips lasciviously, as he stared at her creamy firm thighs and her white panties. His promised land was closer than ever. His cock jumped again.

Finally, the bell rang, after what seemed like forever. The room filled with laughter, shouts and good-byes for the day.

Yoruichi's friends swirled around her desk as she slowly gathered her things.

"Wanna go to the mall?"

"Ahh, no," She looked at Kisuke's desk then back at Hiyori. "Not today."

"Why not? I love riding in your limo with your Bodyguards while she's kicking the shit out of your driver which is hilarious."

"Yeah, that's a riot. Just not today okay."

"Fine."

"You work to much, Yoru-chan." Lisa said, glancing at Urahara-sensei and turning her butt up just enough so he could see her panties. Everyone knew he was a pervert, and she liked to give him a show whenever she could.

She, like most other girls, were waiting for him to make a move.

"Yeah, now's the time to have fun." Hiyori said punching Lisa in the arm, seeing full well what she was doing.

"Sorry." Yoruichi laughed nervously. They could tell she wasn't her normal self, they just chalked it up to all she had on her plate for school .

She looked past her friends at Urahara-sensei sitting at his desk straightening papers.

Kisuke fumbled anxiously at his desk waiting for Lisa and Hiyori to leave. Yoruichi said her good byes and hugged her friends

The two, teacher and student, sat in silence for several strained and awkward minutes.

Kisuke cleared his throat. It was now or never. His heart was beating in his chest anticipating the afternoons activities.

Now how to break it to her.

He smiled innocently. He was as excited as a guy on his first date. He walked around the class, unnoticed by Yoruichi, Kisuke had walked to the door of the room, pulled down the shade and locked the door.

"So... Yoruichi-san." He said in his most commanding voice, standing, brushing his blonde locks from his face while he took off his tie. He stood up tall, his broad chest heaving. His dark khaki slacks fit him well tapering at his waist and hanging down his long legs. Many a girl fantasized about what lay under those slacks, including Yoruichi.

She felt a jolt go through her as he said her first name.

His hand brushed her hair from her shoulder and slid slowly down her back, resting for a moment at the small of her back.

"What did you have to tell me, Urahara -sensei?"

"Well, things for you this year will be a little different from the other students."

"I prefer not to take accelerated classes."

"Hmm." he hadn't thought of it that way. "Well, this isn't like that exactly."

His hand cupped her firm ass, squeezing it gently. He felt her shudder. His cock, hard, twitched in his pants.

"Urahara-sensei?" surprised and unsettled, Yoruichi was trying to wiggle from him.

"No!"

He had halfway expected this, but now he wanted her more than ever.

"I apologize ..." he stepped away from her, straightening his shirt.

She turned to him her chest heaving, her body was on fire, but she was confused, angry.

He walked behind his desk. He felt his stomach turn knowing what he was about to say.

"I can make things a lot harder for you around here, Yoruichi."

Her face darkened.

"Hmph. What? Do you want money?" She had been in situations like this before where her teacher threatened her grades for money. She always promised to pay them off then changed schools, telling Soi Fon or her father there was something she hated about the place(not mentioning the blackmailing staff). And wanted to move immediately. Saving the blackmailer his dignity and job and just removed her self from the situation. She had hoped this place was different. She had liked Urahara-sensei since the day she met him, and to know he was just like the others. That hurt the most.

"NO! I don't want money!" he growled, appalled by the insinuation. "I just want you."

"Wha-!"

His look was severe, cold then softened to a lustful gaze. She studied his face, finally coming to realize he was serious.

She was quiet, speechless. She had wanted Urahara-sensei like every other girl in class, but not like this.

"You pervert…."

"Well, you might not be scared about your own future career prospects but I'm sure you're friends are."

Her eyes widened.

"Oh didn't I mention...I can make things bad for your friends as well." He turned his back to her, grimacing at the threat like he had eaten something bad. He knew he was being a little dramatic but it was taking her off guard. He was hoping she didn't call him on it because there was no way he was going to do it.

"I'll be happy to make sure everything happens by there own merit, Yoruichi-san," he said trying to sound confident. He was almost as nervous as her for different reasons, of course. If she called his bluff and ran screaming from the building he was done. He held his ground, staring coldly a her, his eyebrow raised.

"If you spend just a little time with me..."

She gasped.

"Any free time you have during school or after, I'd like you to spend that time with me." he stood up and she could see the huge bulge in his pants.

"Oh yeah and him," His sense of humor showing in the tense situation but she wasn't laughing, and she turned away.

She was silent for a long while, but she hadn't run out screaming, which was good.

"For how long?" she asked her face red, eyes wide, worried when she finally turned to face him.

He shouted for joy inside. He just about had her.

"At the very least until the end of the semester."

She was quiet again, her panicked mind racing.

"When would we start?" She finally asked.

"Right now, of course. No time like the present."

He moved behind her, breathing heavy in her ear, ready to pounce.

For several heartbeats she thought again.

"Alright." her voice cracking with her answer.

"YATA!" he yelled happily, his fierce facade falling away.

She was puzzled and off-balance. Still trying to wrap her mind around everything. This wasn't the action of an evil sexual predator. More like a guy on a first date. She was more confused by the minute.

He embraced her gently and kissed her all over her cheeks and neck.

He cupped her face in his hands, staring into her eyes for an instant, then gently began kissing her mouth. Pushing his tongue through her slightly resisting lips, letting it probe her, taste her. His hands began slowly trailing down her body, caressing each curve lovingly. Then slipping under her skirt . He pulled back from her as he felt her panties.

Yoruichi looked away embarrassed, her soft brown cheeks radiating heat and displaying a deep rosy redness.

She was completely soaking wet. She liked it. Liked him. And now he knew it. He smiled, kissing her again, and slowly rubbing the hot sticky crotch of her now ruined underwear.

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To be continued