Dark Side of the Moon

Warning!! This chapter contains masturbation.
Fuck you: Part 2/6
When the bell rang, the kids happily scampered out the door. History was the last class of the day so they were eager to be gone. Ichigo got up slowly and stretched, ignoring Shirosaki who was still behind. The professor rolled his eyes at the two and also left the classroom. As soon as the door shut Ichigo was grabbed roughly and thrown onto his desk. Ichigo yelped loudly at the sudden pain and hissed as Shirosaki pinned his shoulders down roughly.
Ichigo’s eyes widened as Shirosaki leaned over him with one of his hands grasping Ichigo’s wrists together painfully. “Shut up, Kurosaki!” Shirosaki hissed with his eyes narrowed menacingly. “Now listen here, I don’t want to be partnered with your pathetic ass, but we are so I want to get a few things straight.”
“Piss off.” Shirosaki smirked at the response and leaned down further so his lips were almost brushing Ichigo’s ear.
“No. I’m just telling ya that I don’t want to spend more time than necessary with ya. I don’t need your pussy boy attitude ruining my day.” Ichigo jerked his knee up and caught Shirosaki in the stomach.
Ichigo scrambled off the desk and backed away from Shirosaki to the front where there was more room. Shirosaki quickly recovered and caught Ichigo in the stomach with one of his fists. Ichigo groaned as the wind was knocked out of him and Shirosaki took the opportunity to throw Ichigo chest first onto the teacher’s desk. Before Ichigo could straighten up Shirosaki grabbed his arms and wrenched them behind his back so his face was pressed into the desk.
“This is a good look for you, Strawberry.” Shirosaki chuckled. Ichigo cursed at him and wiggled around frantically to try and get away. Shirosaki bit his lips and his breath hitched as Ichigo’s ass unexpectedly rubbed against his groin in a way that should NOT be pleasurable. To try and cover his reaction he let Ichigo go and covered his crotch with his bag before Ichigo could see his hard on. “Let’s get going then.” Shirosaki said as Ichigo righted himself and winced slightly at the new hurts gifted to him by Shirosaki.
“Fucking Shirosaki…” Ichigo mumbled underneath his breath as he collected his things and followed Shirosaki out the door. That bastard was starting more and more fights with him lately, it really pissed him off.
He glared at the grinning Shirosaki. He didn’t know how that bastard could smile like he was happy while his eyes were narrowed with evil intent. Ichigo himself preferred to just let his face express what he was actually feeling, none of that fake crap Shirosaki liked to pull. That jack ass really loved fucking with people’s heads. It was one of the reasons Ichigo hated him so much.
Shirosaki opened the door to the school and made a sweeping gesture with his hands. “Ladies first.”
Ichigo’s eyes flashed but he walked through. “Bastards last.” Shirosaki growled angrily and ‘accidentally’ stepped on Ichigo’s heels as they walked.
Ichigo responded by kicking backwards so his foot caught Shirosaki in the shin. “Fucker…”
They reached the library without any further incidences and got to work immediately, grabbing books they thought they would need and sitting as far away from each other as possible while still sitting at the same table. Occasionally the asked each other questions and threw insults, but otherwise there was unusually companionable silence.
“Should we put this picture on the poster?” Ichigo asked and held up a book with the photo.
“Eh? I can’t see it.” Ichigo sighed heavily and got up, walking around the table and plopping next to Shirosaki with the book.
“That one.” Ichigo pointed to it.
“Ch. That won’t look good. It’s too small and dark.” His body was yet again having an uncomfortable reaction to Ichigo’s close proximity. He shifted slightly and willed his newly formed erection to go away. What the fuck was wrong with his body? Didn’t it know that this was Ichigo? Shirosaki told himself it was because he hadn’t a girlfriend in a while. Just a natural reaction to somebody attractive. Not that he thought Ichigo was attractive, just an observation.
“We’re going to have to use something.” Ichigo said and rubbed at his forehead slightly.
“We’ll find something else. We still have the weekend to do it and I don’t want ta get a bad grade on this project.”
Ichigo nodded and slumped back in his chair with a tired sigh. Shirosaki watched him momentarily out of the corner of his eye, curious as to why he didn’t immediately get back to his seat. He was still painfully erect and he didn’t want Ichigo to catch him in this state. Ichigo finally stood up and stretched. “I should probably get back. My dad’ll go ballistic if he doesn’t know where I am.”
“Right. Let’s meet back here tomorrow at 12. We can finish getting the information then. I’m starting ta think the professor purposefully gave us this subject to force us to spend more time together. It takes so damn long searching through all this shit to get the useful stuff.”
Ichigo snorted and nodded. “Yeah, probably. See you tomorrow.”
“Later, Berry.”
As Ichigo walked away he realized that was a relatively friendly good bye. Not to mention the two hadn’t seriously fought the entire time they were at the library, even though it had been a couple of hours.
If Ichigo had turned back, he would see a very strange sight. Shirosaki had his head buried in his hands as he breathed slowly. No fucking way did he have a crush on Ichigo. He hated the stupid fucker. Very passionately. He would just ignore these stupid feelings that had risen for Ichigo, and continue to fight with him like always.
He walked home, ignoring the silent figure of Tensa in the living room and going up to his room. He didn’t particularly feel like going out and partying like he usually did on Friday nights. His head felt tight from all of the work he did at the library and loud music wasn’t going to do anything for it. He threw his stuff onto his desk and went downstairs to grab something to eat. That guardian of his was all about Shirosaki fending for himself, so it wasn’t like dinner was just going to be made for him. It was better this way, Tensa let him do what he wanted as long as he didn’t rob any banks or anything, and Shirosaki stayed out of his way.
Ichigo got home well before dinner. He yelled out his greetings and slipped out of his shoes. His father promptly attacked him. Ichigo caught the kick with both hands and threw him back. “Where were you, son! Daddy was worried!”
“I had to go to the library for a project! Back off!”
“Don’t be so mean to daddy!”
Ichigo sighed and trumped up the stairs where he would hang out until dinner was ready.
It was late and Shirosaki knew he should be getting to sleep. He had kicked off his covers in the heat and dragged his hand across his stomach. He couldn’t get Ichigo’s face out of his mind. With an exasperated sigh he pushed his boxers down and exposed his leaking erection. He wrapped his hand around it and pumped it. He could remember the way it felt to have Ichigo’s body sprawled underneath him as Shirosaki pinned him to the desk.
Who knew a helpless Ichigo underneath him would produce such a result. He called on Ichigo’s flushed face and slightly pained expression as Shirosaki pressed his face into the desk. He imagined that, instead of getting off of Ichigo, he had yanked those tight pants of his down and bared his ass. Shirosaki pumped himself harder. Now he was pressing fingers into Ichigo’s tight body and reveling in the pained and pleasured gasps. He saw Ichigo’s flushed face panting from exertion. And then he came.
Fuck.
Shirosaki wrinkled his nose and wiped his hand on his boxers, then took them off and tossed them to the side. It was too hot to sleep with them on anyways. He stretched his legs out and closed his eyes as sleep finally claimed him. Alright, maybe he had a teensy crush on Ichigo. But it would pass. Of course it would.
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Author’s note: Hope you guys liked that. Like I said, this is going to be a long one, but I’m still updating moderately frequently.
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