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A/N: Alright kiddies! I promised you all lemon so here you go, it's not fluffy and it may upset some people so… too bad. If you get uncomfortable with lemon or don't like yaoi (why are you reading this??) Then you can leave, but if you're a lemon-lover like me! Then enjoy and REVIEW!!! Or Hanatarou will pelt energy pills at you! :D
Whispers followed Ichigo and Shuuhei wherever they went. Girls glared enviously at Ichigo who was being practically carried by Shuuhei about the school as the older boy listed of the many different areas of the school. He was just nodding towards a large building with ivory pillars when Ichigo finally found the courage to speak up, "e-eeto, Shuuhie-san."
Shuuhie smiled down at him as he led him back into the main building, "yes my little tangerine confection?"
Ichigo nearly gagged and the demeaning pet-name but continued, "do you think you could, I don't know, put me down!" His voice slightly raising in volume out of anger because Shuuhie was now looking down on him like he was a small baby.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he set the strawberry down and opted to grab his hand, "okay, now we just have one more building to head to." He led Ichigo down a long outdoor pathway lined so thickly with lotus trees, no light permeated the area so it was relatively dark. Light pink petals rose with the breeze and swirled around them almost romantically. Almost, Ichigo was sure to remind himself.
"Nearly there," Hisagi chimed breezily, "you'll love it here." They rounded the corner and where met with about two acres of land completely covered in outdoor pools, lotus trees and bonsais placed in a beautiful decorativ pattern. "The Bathhouse, what d'you think Ichigo?"
Ichigo smiled and had started to nod when Shuuhie grabbed his hand and led him towards a large dojo style building, "and these are the men's locker rooms for changing, the women's are hidden somewhere on the opposite side of campus." He smiled back at Ichigo as he slid the door to the side and let himself as well as the younger boy inside. Rows and rows of lockers filled the room, sinks and mirrors lined the walls and beautiful kanji scrolls hung from tapestries.
"It's so beautiful," Ichigo smiled at Shuuhie but was taken aback as he saw a strange glow in Hisagi's eyes.
Shuuhie smirked, moving closer and backing Ichigo into a corner in the far side of the room, so that they where completely hidden from view by the lockers. "There aren't any students scheduled for bathing for another two hours, Ichi."
Even though Ichigo was shocked and his brain had pretty much abandoned his body he could still sense what Shuuhie was trying to do and all he knew was that he didn't want it. "Hisagi, what are you, please stop, I--" Ichigo was cut off as Shuuhie pressed his lips firmly to Ichigo's, his hands roaming the smaller boy's body, tracing over developing muscles and warm skin. Shuuhie came up for air, giving Ichigo a menacing wink, Ichigo trembled as Shuuhie lowered his lips to the boy's neck, sucking on his pulse point, "please Shuuhie, I don't want this, please, please stop."
Hisagi ignored him and continued his ministrations, lowering his hand to rub at Ichigo's nipple through his kimono. Ichigo gasped and his hips involuntarily bucked, his groin rubbing against Hisagi's thigh. He shook his head wildly as Shuuhie rolled his hips, slowly grinding his arousal into Ichigo's abdomen. "I'm not kidding! Stop!"
Shuuhie grinned wickedly, "tell that to this little guy," he reached down swiftly and gripped Ichigo's erection through his hakama. Ichigo choked at the pressure, it felt so wonderful yet so painful at the same time. He ground his teeth as he lost control of his body and his hips ground into Shuuhie's. "That's better."
He began to slowly untie Ichigo's kimono top, tracing gentle patterns over the sweaty skin. He moaned appreciatively as the offensive fabric fell to the ground and he began to explore the skin with his mouth. He placed feather-light butterfly kisses on his collarbone and lowered to his pectorals. He grinned into the skin as he latched onto a small pink nipple and sucked hard, running his wet tongue over the raised nub. Ichigo gasped and whimpered, gripping the metal bench Shuuhie had pushed him onto. "Shuuhie, I—I--, oh!"
His breathing became a steady pant as Shuuhie began to untie his obi and pulled his hakama off. Ichigo banged his head into the metal bench as the rough fabric brushed his weeping cock. Shuuhie grinned evilly and slid his own hakama off, freeing his own erection he slowly began to grind into Ichigo's own member.
Ichigo let out a choked moan as Shuuhie raised above him still connecting their groins and continued to grind Ichigo. "So. Fucking. Perfect!" He growled out as he tweaked Ichigo's nipple who was now reduced to a sweaty, moaning mess. Shuuhie bit his lip and focused on sliding the head of his cock up and down the shaft of Ichigo's, licking his lips and the sight of his precome mixing with the tangerine's.
Ichigo had officially checked out, sporadically shoving his groin into Shuuhie's, tears overwhelmed him as guilt washed away the pleasure. He closed his eyes and pretended it was Renji who was pleasuring him, his climax rearing its head. The feeling was so overwhelming and he let out a last fleeting moan as he came, closely followed by Shuuhie who let out a harsh growl. His seed spilled over both of them and mixed with Hisagi's, he whimpered at the sight, his eyes stung from crying so much.
Hisagi stood and immediately began pulling his clothes, "I don't have much time so I'll just cleaned up in my dorm. That was beautiful Ichigo, you can just bathe here." He kissed Ichigo on the forehead and walked swiftly out of the Bathhouse. Ichigo grimaced and hauled himself into one of the baths, wincing and twitching as he sank into the scalding water. A small lotus petal drifted onto the surface of the soapy water right in front of Ichigo's face, tears began to stream from his eyes as he dug his nails so hard into his thighs he bled, after about thirty seconds of floating idly, the petal finally sunk into the warm depths.
T_T
Renji walked gingerly into his Sereitei History and Theory class, which was filled with about thirty-five students, including the raven-haired boy and the dark-skinned girl. He found a seat far away from them in the corner by himself and he fixed all his attention on the professor as class began. "Welcome new students and fresh minds to my class, I am looking forward to teaching you a lot this year. I'm going to just get straight into my first lesson but first I will be putting you into groups." The teacher looked at a long scroll and began to read of names, "Matsumoto, Hitsugaya, and Yumichika, group one, Ikkaku, Iba, and Hinamori, two, Kuchiki, Shihoun, and Abarai, group three."
Renji's throat went dry as he saw the raven-haired boy snap his head in his direction and the dark-skinned girl peek her head from behind him and peer at Renji, "Oh Bya-Bya, it's that kid you ran into earlier!" The girl, presumably Shihoun, jumped from over her desk row and shunpo'd over to Renji, "nice to meet you, I'm Yoruichi." She shook his hand and called the black-haired boy over, "c'mon Byakuya, hurry up or we can't start!" Byakuya scoffed and strode imperiously over to the row, once he sat down next to Yoruichi the professor began to explain the assignment.
The teacher unrolled yet another scroll and read aloud, "A great Shinigami philosopher once said, 'It is not the man who wields the katana, but the katana which is being wielded.' Please discuss this quote, diagnose all possible meaning, pinpoint any propaganda and write out a three scroll theorem, begin."
Byakuya scoffed, "how sickeningly simple, it's obvious they mean that the katana has a mind and relative will of it's own and it's not the man who picks the katana but the katana which chooses the man."
"Or woman", Yoruichi poked in.
Renji rose a dark eyebrow, "I dunno, it seems more cryptic than that, I mean, if it was that simple I'm sure that even you could be a philosopher, Kuchiki." He could tell he had obviously offend Byakuya but he continued, "I believe the philosopher was tryin' to hint that lots of men have katana, but hardly any of em' deserve it."
Byakuya ground his teeth together, trying to stifle his sharp tongue, "well we will see, Shihoun and I will turn in a theorem based on our diagnoses and you can turn in one based on yours."
For the next hour, they all poured over separate scrolls writing furiously and as the end of class arrived, Byakuya and Renji exchanged venomous glares as they turned in separate papers.
:X
Renji returned back to his dorm, thoroughly exhausted. He collapsed on his bed began to doze off but he noticed something on his bedside table, he sat up and noticed a bouquet of black roses, "Huecen Hell Roses," he muttered in awe as he stared at the rare flowers they had been discussing in his Horticulture class. "Must've been expensive," he lifted the flowers to go place them by the window when he noticed a scroll next to the intricate crystal vase. He unrolled it and saw a small piece of parchment, with the neat words, 'I suppose you where right,' written on it. He recognized the scroll as his theorem from SHT and in the right-hand corner was a big fat 110%. He grinned at his immaculate score and peered back down at the small piece of paper, "Shihoun, it must've been." He grinned as he collapsed back down on his bed, too exhausted to even wonder where Ichigo had gone off to.
Daikairai Shi Teru
A/N: Yay (sob) yay! I did it!!! I'm sorry if there's are any grammatical errors, too lazy to reread. OMG, the lemon was awful was it? Guess what, it was my first one ever! I am not wise in the way of the smut so no hitting please! (Shields face) So sad, I know but finally something interesting! I love you all, even the ones who don't review (Dame Desu!) So please review I worked really hard and I will cry if I get no reviews! Thanks and keep reading!