A/N:
Sorry for the long waite, this chapter proved to be quite a bit of a struggle for.
I'm just seriously not cut out to write from Ichigo's point of view .'

Have you noticed how skinny everybody is in the new season? o.0 (except Orihime ofc.)

Chapter 7
Dreams

*The heat was unberable, their bodies were crushed together, black locks tangled between his finger, tongues swirling around eachother until they were both dizzy from lack of breathing. His mouth quickly lached onto soft, creamy skin on a streached neck.
"Kurosaki.."
His hand pulled and parted the white uniform and caressed the bare chest underneath it. It was unberable, he wanted to be closer. He reached around the slim waiste and pulled even closer, making his erection grind against the others hip. He bit down slightly on the skin of the neck.
"Uhnnngh.." the moan send waves of lust through Ichigo's body and he moved to took directly into those midnight blue pools. He crashed his lips upon the paler ones, licking the bottom lip softly.
He felt a hand on his chest and his heart was about to explode from joy*

Ichigo's eyes fluttered open at the slight pain in his chest.
"Shit.." He was sweaty, anxious and painfully hard. These dreams had woken him at least once every night for the past 9 days. Since his last encounter with the Quincy.
He let out a breath he had been holding and tugged at the edge of his pajamas pants, knowing sleep was no possibility at this point.

Even during the day, while hanging out with his friends and family, when hunting hollows and training, the ravenhaired rarely left his mind.
Before the incident, he had often thought about what he missed about their friendship and only rarely had a much dirtier thought than that. He still had no idea what had driven him to attack Ishida the way he had that particular day but ever since, he had been aching to touch him again.
It won't happen He sighed. The only one who's seen him since is Orihime-san He smiled at the other redhead. Her had gone with her, Sado, Urahara, Tessi and the kids to the beach for the day. Urahara had teased him for days about his skin complexion having gone much paler and after a while, he had to admit the ex-Captain was right. So this was the second time this week they had gone to the beach together.
It was a nice distraction, he figured. And it worked most of the time. No one had dared ask about or even mention what had happened though both Orihime and Urahara both gave him some worried looks when they thought he was unaware of them. He was unsure weather Orihime actually knew or Ishida too had kept silent.

"Ah Yoruichi-san! I was getting worried you wouldn't come" Urahara sang as he got up to greet his old friend with a hug.
"Of course I'm coming, I just had to pick something up on the way." She smiled and pointed her thumb over her shoulder.
Ichigo felt his stomach drop, not even hearing the rest of the greetings.
"Oi Ishida-san!" Orihime chipped and waved at the ravenhaired who slowly approched the group.
"Ah Quincy-san! What a pleasant surprise, I didn't think you wanted to join us." Urahara said behind his fan.
"Yes, well Yoruichi-san can be quite... Persuasive.." Ishida replied and pushed his glasses in place. He was only wearing a pair of gray shorts with a sinlge blue stripe on the side. Ichigo had to force himself to look away. He decided to lie down on the warm sand and as far as possible ignore the others. Jinta had brought a boomblaster that was placed close to where he had decided to lie down and the music cancled out the chatter of the others which made it easier to relax. I can't let this affect me today, I have to stay cool..
After a short while, he started drifting off to the sound of the waves, the music and the chatter.

The surroundings suddenly seemed painfully clear, his senses hightened. He looked around, confused. Did he defeat..?
His eyes caught sight of the Quincy sitting on the ground, hunched over. There was so much blood. And Zangetsu.
"Ishida!"
Suddenly the ravenhaired appeared few inches away and collapsed into his arms and he started to panic.
"Hnng"
He looked down to find the other man, slowly pulling the sword from his stomach.
"Ishida, don't! You'll blee.. huh?" The Quincy was chuckeling, placing a bloody hand on Ichigo's chest. He wrapped his arms around the slim body, closing his eyes shut.
Cool lips crashed on his and instantly, an unbearable heat surrounded them and an almost uncontrolable desidre flamed up inside him as their tongues fouht for domination. He opened his eyes to find all the blood gone, their shirts too and pale fingers entwinding themselves in his hair.

"Ichigo" Sado called softly. The orange haired boy stirred.
"Oi, Ichigo" He tried a little louder.
Ichigo opened his eyes, fluttering a bit as they ajusted to the bright sunlight.
"You might want to cover up or cool down a bit" the bigger man suggested, making Ichigo aware of his body's exitement to the dream he had just had. He immediatly sat up white a blush spread across his cheeks.
"Where's the others? Did anyone..?"
"No, no one noticed.. They went to play vollyball a bit further down the beach." Sado assured and pointed a thumb over his shoulder, in the direction where the others were to be found. Then he reached down a hand to help Ichigo to his feet.
They grapped a cooling bag with beer, soda and water and went to join the others who were already engaged in tossing a ball back and forth. Ichigo found it hard not to stare at the Quincy every time he streached his body to hit the ball and barely registred being asked to join and replace said Quincy.
Ishida sat down with a book and Ichigo found it easier to fully focus on the game. Especially because Urahara and Yoruichi both was on the opposit team and seemed to, as always, have decided to mess around with him.
"Kurosaki-san, you have to pay attention, you know" Urahara chipped after Ichigo was send crashing on his back trying to block a hard ball from the shopkeeper.
"Maybe if you'd stop trying to knock my teeth in with the ball, I'd pay better attention to the game!" he growled back, earning a snicker from Orihime and Ururu on his team.

He barely got back on his feet before the ball hit him again, on the side of the head, this time sending him stumbeling to the left before tripping and knocking over the reading ravenhaired and landing on top of him.
For what seemed like an eternity, they just stared into each others eyes before Ichigo noticed something digging into his hip and a mischievous smile formed on his lips.
"Is that your book?" he grinned making Ishida blush feverishly, looking away. The book was lying an arms length away from his face.
"Kurosaki, get off me!" he growled and pushed the orangehaired off and got up. Within long, he excused himself with having some work to do and dissapeared.
Ichigo found himself both ashamed of his behaviour and sligtly exited about the effect he had on the Quincy, the anger he could envogue in the otherwise cool and selfcontrolled young man trickered something within himself.
He snatched a beer from the cooling box and sat down in the sand beside Sado and Orihime and enjoyed the setting sun in silence. Eventually, he would confront Ishida, but for now, he decided to leave him alone.