Soul Society All Boys High School

Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach (as I wish I did) it belongs to the almighty Kudo Tite.

Warning: This is a YAOI fic. If you no likey then no ready!!! Also this is an AU so that’s that!

Summary: Meet Ichigo Kurosaki a boy starting Soul Society All Boys High School, a school filled with perverted students and teachers! What is a poor naive virgin like Ichigo going to do? Well first he is going to need to survive the first day of school!

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Well, I would like to say I didn’t mean to make the Shuuhei’s number on his cheek a 64! Just a typo ^^; sorry about that I meant to put 69! Really I did!
Anywho, on to the next chapter then. Secondly I WILL BE putting the espada and peoples into the story!! (There may be some ???XIchi action too! You'll findout soon enough...not this chapter but maybe in the next?) Thanks everyone for all of the reviews too! It really does help when you give me constructive critism so keep it a comin!!!

Chapter two

Ichigo wasted no time in getting his seatbelt fastened, he hadn’t even sat down all the way before Renji put the petal to the metal and floored it. Renji was just grinning like a maniac as he took the first turn on two wheels, Ichigo was turning green. And that was just after the first turn.

“Would you slow down! For god’s sake, do you want to DIE?!” Ichigo all but screamed as he held onto his seat with white knuckles. Renji just looked at him with his insane smile and laughed.

“Geeze Ichigo, you look like you’re gonna piss yourself!” Renji continued to laugh as Ichigo clenched his eyes shut and started to yell obscure phrases at his driver.

They reached Renji’s place in a matter of minutes, a drive that would have taken any law-bidding driver about 15 minutes. Renji lived in a three story apartment building, it was a nice brick building with a thick coat of vines covering the outside.

Renji pulled into a one car garage and parked. Ichigo was a mere blur as he tried to jump out of the car only to realize he forgot his seatbelt. So instead of jumping out of the car and kissing the ground, Ichigo almost decapitated himself.

“You might wanna unbuckle then jump,” Renji said with a chuckle as he leaned in a doorway in the back of the garage. The orange haired boy just glared at him, undid his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

Ichigo followed Renji through the door and down a hallway to a staircase. As he followed the redhead up he scowled at his back, hoping it would burst into flames. Of course no such thing happened and in a moment they were in front of Renji’s door.

“Well, make yourself at home,” Renji said casually as he unlocked his door and walked in, not bothering to hold it for Ichigo. Ichigo mumbled something about bad manners as he walked through in to the apartment.

All in all it was a fairly decent sized space. When he entered, he came to a living room/office type space. Through an open doorway he could see a small round table with three or four chairs.

There was also a fridge visible and the corner of a stove. He glanced around and saw a small hallway off to the left side of the living room, which he presumed lead to Renji’s bedroom and bathroom.

“Nice place,” Ichigo said in a sort of grunt. “Hn, well it’s home,” was Renji’s reply from the kitchen. “So you thirsty? It’s gonna be awhile until I have dinner ready.” Renji asked as he poked his head through the doorway from the kitchen.

“Ah yeah sure,” Ichigo didn’t know why but he rather liked the smell of this place. It was…unique to say the least. It wasn’t a bad smell, but Ichigo just couldn’t figure out why he liked the smell of Renji’s apartment.

“Yo, hello any one home in there?” Renji was waving a hand in front of Ichigo’s face. “Wha-“ Ichigo came out of his pondering with a slight startle. “Never put you for the daydreaming type,” Renji said as he closed one eye and cocked his head to the side.

“Well there’s a lot that you don’t know about me,” Ichigo snapped back at him. Renji just smirked and slid up to the orange haired teen and breathed into his ear, “Well if you would give me the chance I could get to know you very well.”

Ichigo’s face burned with a light blush as he turned to the side. “I’m only here to try your damn cookin and get on with my life.” Renji just shrugged and walked back into the kitchen.

“You can watch T.V. if you want,” Renji said as Ichigo heard the sounds of pots and pans clanking together. Ichigo figured ‘why not’, and walked over to a black couch with a glass coffee table sitting in front of it.

On the table were some news papers, what looked to be some homework assignments and a remote for the T.V. The T.V. was sitting across the coffee table on its own stand.

Ichigo flipped on the tube and started surfing the channels. Nothing really caught his eye, so he continued his channel surfing when the call of nature rang. “Hey Renji, where’s the bathroom?” Ichigo called out.

“Down the hall and to the right,” was the reply from the kitchen. Ichigo turned off the T.V. and walked down the hall to where the bathroom was. After finishing his business he came out of the bathroom to come face to face with a closed door.

‘Renji’s room’ he thought. Ichigo knew he shouldn’t. He didn’t like Renji, so why should he want to see the bastard’s room? Ichigo had almost convinced himself when he was about to take a step back to the living room, but it seemed his feet had other plans.

Instead of going back down the hall, he took the one step over to the door and was peeking in. Just a quick look he figured. Ichigo looked back down the hall checking for Renji, even though he knew Renji would still be in the kitchen.

In Renji’s room it was cleaner than Ichigo had anticipated it to be, much cleaner than his own room. The walls were beige blue with black stripes in equal spaces. There was a nice sized bed with dark blue sheets and a pillow case to match.

There was a bed stand next to the bed with a digital clock on it and some pictures. Over on the other side of the room there was a dresser with a sock hanging out on the bottom drawer.

The carpet was soft and plush feeling. Ichigo strolled over to the side of the bed taking in his surroundings. His knee caps hit the edge of the bed as a low chuckle emanated from behind him. Ichigo spun around to see Renji leaning in the door frame.

“My, my, my, never would have put you down as the nosey type either,” Renji stated with an amused grin.

“I-I was…ah..just…loo-“ Renji interrupted before Ichigo could finish. “lookin for the bathroom? In MY room?” Ichigo blushed as he turned his head to the side. Another chuckle from Renji made Ichigo turn his head back.

Renji was starting to walk towards him, Ichigo’s first reaction was to back-up, but he had forgotten the bed behind him. That is, he had forgotten it until it hit the back of his knees. Renji approached him with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

“Ya know I should be pissed as hell for you snoopin through my things-” Renji was now nose to nose with Ichigo, whom was trying to find a way out of his predicament, “So I guess I will just have ta punish ya now.” With that Renji pushed Ichigo down onto the bed.

“What the hell! No way! Get off of me!” Ichigo hollered at the red haired man now straddling his waist. He tried to push the man away but only succeed in getting his hands forced above his head.

“Now see here, Ichi-chan, I reckon that seeing as I let you look at my stuff I should get something in return. It’s only fair you know,” Renji breathed into Ichigo’s ear. The feeling of Renji’s hot breath on his skin sent a shiver down his spine.

Renji felt Ichigo’s body shudder under him as he spoke. Renji rubbed his check against Ichigo’s as he drew his head away from the orange haired boy’s ear. Renji didn’t hesitate to claim his mouth with a rough kiss.

As soon as Renji’s lips met his, Ichigo immediately snapped out of the stupor he had been in. He once again struggled against Renji’s grip on his hands, and clamped his teeth together to prevent Renji’s tongue from entering his mouth.

Somewhat frustrated Renji tightened his grip on Ichigo’s hands, and transferred them to one hand while he brought the other one down. He grabbed Ichigo’s jaw trying to force it to open to no avail, though - all the while he kept his mouth forcefully over Ichigo’s. So Renji decided to try a different approach.

Ichigo’s eyes widened a bit as he felt Renji’s finger skillfully undo the buttons to his shirt. It didn’t take long for Renji to have all the buttons undone and his callused hand then glided gracefully up Ichigo’s taught stomach muscles until the hand reached its destination, Ichigo’s pink nipple.

Ichigo could feel Renji smirk into the one sided kiss and his hand, slowly and lazily, made circles around his nipple. With each pass the circles became smaller and smaller until Renji’s finger was rubbing his nipple, softly at first then he took the pink stub, rolled it and lightly pinched it.

This caused Ichigo to gasp, giving Renji perfect access to his moist mouth. Ichigo was about ready to bite Renji’s tongue when he felt Renji’s hand ghost over his other nipple. Another gasp from the orange haired boy kept him from biting Renji’s tongue off. When Renji decided to deepen the kiss he ran his tongue along Ichigo’s, electing a small moan from the smaller boy under him.

Renji drew far enough away from Ichigo so that he could see the boy's whole face. The sight he took in was more than enough to get him ‘excited’. Ichigo’s face was brushed with a light blush; his swollen abused lips were partially parted. His eyes were half lidded and he was panting shortly.

“Damn you look good enough to eat,” Renji murmured more to himself, just as he finished his sentence there was a loud obnoxious beeping from the kitchen. “Ah shit, and I was just getting started too,” Renji said with a pout as he pushed himself off the bed and went back to the kitchen at a mild run.

Ichigo propped himself up on his elbows trying to workout everything that had just happened. ‘Well,” he thought, ‘I was just forced on to a rather comfortable bed, molested by a hot red haired bastard and I liked it.’ Ichigo closed his eyes and let his head fall backwards. He tossed the thought around in his head. He had ‘liked it’, did that mean he was gay?

Well it’s not like he was ever attracted to girls before, but he had never really be attracted to a guy before either. Which meant he could go either way? ‘But why HIM of all people!?’ Ichigo now just let himself fall back on to the bed and stared at the ceiling, as if it would sort out his problems for him. Ichigo then remembered that his shirt was still unbuttoned so he re-buttoned it. After a few minutes Renji called to his guest announcing dinner was ready.

Ichigo pushed himself off the bed and walked in to the kitchen area. He blinked, and then blinked again. There was a whole meal laid out on the small table in the kitchen. The meal consisted of fried rice with some rice balls off to the side; in a big frying pan was stir-fry. There were two plates with silverware and glasses next to the plates.

“So you gonna sit and eat or just stand there gawking?” Renji asked with one of his amused smiles on his face, “or if you like we could always head back to the bedroom?” Renji said with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle. “N-no!” Ichigo stammered out, flashes of what had happened a little while ago went through his head.

Ichigo sat down and looked at his plate to see that Renji had already served him. As he was about to take his first bite Renji stopped him, “Not yet! First I wanna make a…wager.” Ichigo raised an eyebrow, “What kind of wager?” Ichigo asked suspiciously. “If you eat that first bite and you like it, then you have to attend my kendo match tomorrow night!” Renji said and waited for Ichigo’s response. “Fine,” Ichigo said as he lifted the fork to his mouth.

It was a full 30 seconds after Ichigo put the fork in to his mouth before Renji asked him, “So how is it?” A moment later Ichigo chewed and swallowed his bite. “It was…it was really good,” Ichigo stated with a defeated look. Renji gave a feral smile before he dug into his own plate demolishing the contents of it and was going for seconds by the time Ichigo was only half way done.

The rest of the meal was fairly quiet; Renji was to preoccupied with eating to make any rude comment or anything, which Ichigo was just fine with. When the meal was finished Renji gathered up the plates and other dishes and took them to the sink. “So you don’t have a dishwasher,” Ichigo more stated then asked. “Nope never liked them things, I prefer to wash my dishes by hand. That way, I know that they get clean,” with that said, Renji filled up the sink and put in the dish soap to begin washing.

Ichigo sighed, got up and took a drying towel from on the counter next to where Renji was putting his wet dishes. Renji gave Ichigo a curious look as he began drying the dishes. “So where does this go?” Ichigo asked in a mumble as he held up the frying pan. “In the cupboard over there,” Renji told him as he watched Ichigo go and put the pan where he had instructed him to.

Half way through the dishes Renji commented, “You know you don’t have ta help.” Ichigo just shrugged his shoulders and continued putting things away as he dried them. Dishes went quickly and it was rather uneventful, much like their meal. When the last dish was dried and put away Renji went into the living room area then motioned for Ichigo to sit on the sofa and told Ichigo, “Well then, the way I see it we have one of two options at this point,” Ichigo watched as Renji paced back and forth in front of the glass coffee table. “Either I could just drive you home now or,” Renji stopped pacing and moved so he was standing in front of Ichigo. “Or we could,” Renji leaned over so both hands were braced on either side of Ichigo’s head, while Ichigo was trying to become one with the sofa, “have some fun.”

With that Renji moved his head close enough so his lips were centimeters away from Ichigo’s. “It’s your choice cutie,” Renji said, as he spoke Ichigo could smell Renji’s breath, it wasn’t a bad smell, quite opposite actually it smelled like their dinner and some faint spices, it smelt like Renji.

Ichigo went through a raging inner battle with himself, either he could enjoy another passionate kiss, or he could go home, take a shit and go to bed. The choice was very hard to make. Ichigo closed the gap between their lips slowly. He was shy and a bit clumsy as he placed his lips on Renji’s. Although it didn’t take long for Renji to take control of the kiss and he attacked Ichigo’s mouth.

At some point during their kiss Ichigo realized that they were now laying on the couch, with Ichigo on the bottom and Renji straddling his waist. Ichigo only got a moment to ponder how the action had transpired without him noticing before Renji claimed his mouth again. Ichigo was really enjoying himself until he felt Renji’s hand playing with the waistband on his dress pants.

Ichigo immediately sat up, almost knocking Renji to the floor. “What the hell was that for!” Renji grunted in annoyance at Ichigo. “What the hell do you think you’re doing!? Do you ALWAYS go around trying to fuck people you’ve just met!?” Ichigo hollered at the rather stunned red head. “Well yeah,” was Renji’s remark. Ichigo just huffed and let himself fall back on to the sofa.

“Well you can’t do that with me! Now I wanna go home,” Ichigo said as he scowled full force at Renji. Renji got up with a sigh and started to walk to the door of the car garage. Ichigo got up and followed his host. Once in the car Renji and Ichigo were both quiet. Ichigo mostly due to the fact he was trying to keep his screams suppressed. Ichigo gave Renji his street name, he didn’t think they would get there so quickly but 2 minutes later Renji proved him wrong, very wrong.

Before Ichigo stepped out of the black sports car, Renji grabbed the back of his shirt collar and pulled him in for a rough kiss before letting Ichigo wriggle away. “Now don’t forget, tomorrow you’re commin to my kendo match!” Renji shot Ichigo a grin, pushed him out of the car and took off all before Ichigo could say a word.

Ichigo just sighed again, got up, dusted himself off and went inside. Once in his little apartment he took a shit and went to bed, only to get a restless night’s sleep with rather erotic dreams, featuring himself and a certain red headed jerk.

Ne how was that one peeps?