Dark Side of the Moon

Fuck you: Part 3/6
Ichigo got to the library on time, but Shirosaki was nowhere in sight. With an aggravated huff, he got to work. He was concentrating so hard on reading one of the books, he didn’t even notice when Shirosaki crept up behind. He covered Ichigo’s eyes with both of his hands.
“Guess who, Berry.”
“Shiro.” Ichigo hissed and jerked away from the cold hands.
“You know, Ichi, you are just making it so obvious how much you love me.”
“Fuck off.” Ichigo mumbled.
“Come on, is that any way to talk ta yur partner?”
“Yes.”
Shirosaki snorted, “Sorry I’m late, my alarm didn’t go off.”
“Whatever.”
“Ah, ya hurt my feelings.”
“Good.”
Shirosaki winced at the cold word, but Ichigo didn’t see it. Shirosaki shrugged it off and went to get some books of his own. When he got back he sat next to Ichigo and looked at the notes he made thus far. Ichigo eyed him strangely, why was he sitting so close?
Ichigo smelled good. He must have taken a shower before he came to the library, the scent of mango tickled Shirosaki’s nose every time he leaned close to Ichigo. Which was a lot. He thought Ichigo was starting to catch on that Shirosaki was up to something. Shirosaki had accepted that he had a crush on Ichigo, now he just had to deal with it. But Ichigo aggravated him so much! Although in a good way, but not for Ichigo.
Ichigo was very confused. Shirosaki was acting weird. Not only was he sitting right next to him, but when he thought Ichigo wasn’t looking, he stared at him. Ichigo finally had enough and turned his head toward Shirosaki abruptly, making him jerk. “Alright Shirosaki, what’s your problem You are sitting WAY too close to me and you won’t stop looking at me!”
Shirosaki blinked then grinned. “I just can’t take my eyes off of ya. Yur just so pretty.”
Ichigo glared at Shirosaki. “Do you have a crush on me or something?” Ichigo said mockingly.
“Yep!” Shirosaki said happily and moved even closer while leering. “Yur just so damn adorable, Ichi.”
Ichigo glared at him and stood up. “You seriously piss me off, Shirosaki.” He stomped off through the library to get some more books.
Shirosaki gaped after him. “But…I wasn’t joking…” He stared in the direction Ichigo had gone off to and frowned. Of course Ichigo didn’t take him seriously. Obviously his feelings were one-sided, but it still hurt. Maybe if he flirted with Ichigo more he would get the idea. But what if Ichigo still didn’t return his feelings Shirosaki scowled and crossed his arms. Nah, he wouldn’t think about it.
Ichigo returned and pointedly sat on the other side of the table. Shirosaki’s eye narrowed and he leaned across the table. “We can’t talk ta each other if yur all the way over there.”
“We can talk just fine.” Ichigo gritted out.
Shirosaki said nothing in reply so Ichigo got back to work. Soon enough though, he stopped. Something was touching his calf. He looked at Shirosaki sharply, but he was looking at the book in front of him intently. So he shrugged it off and returned to his reading. He felt it again. He pushed away from the table and looked down. Nothing. Hm, he must have just brushed it against the table leg.
Then he felt a foot rub against his calf. This time when he looked at Shirosaki he was grinning like a maniac. “What’s wrong, partner?”
“Stop playing footsy with me!” Ichigo hissed underneath his breath.
“This sexual tension between us really ought to be rectified.” Shirosaki said smirkingly.
“What!?” Ichigo yelled, than looked around the library frantically to make sure no one heard that. No one was around, they were in one of the back corner tables hidden by bookshelves.
“Ya heard me.”
“I don’t understand you!”
“It’s more fun this way.”
“What is more fun?”
“Seducing ya.”
Ichigo stared at him for a few seconds, then stood up. “Shirosaki…stop joking around. Let’s just get this done so we can go back to hating each other.”
Shirosaki gritted his teeth in irritation. Ichigo was really getting on his nerves with this oblivious crap. “I’m not joking.”
Ichigo rolled his eyes. “Right, of course you’re not joking.” He said arcastically.
Shirosaki narrowed his eyes and stood up as well, using his height advantage to loom above Ichigo. Ichigo gulped and stepped back until he hit the table. Shirosaki smirked and place his hands on the table on either side of Ichigo’s hips. “Yur not afraid, are ya Ichi?” Ichigo gulped and leaned away until he had to use his hands to support him on the table.
“Ya probably should be afraid.” He pushed on Ichigo’s chest and made him fall back with a loud ‘oof.’
“Get off me, Shirosaki!” Ichigo demanded and raised a fist, but Shirosaki grabbed it before it could hit him. He also claimed the other one and pressed his own body down onto Ichigo’s so their faces were close.
“I’d rather get off on ya.”
“Pervert!”
Shirosaki covered Ichigo’s mouth with one of his hands. “Sh…don’t want to alert anybody ta what we’re doing.”
Ichigo glared and shook his head from side to side to try and get Shiro’s hand off, but to no avail. So instead he took a different approach and liked it. At that Shirosaki’s eye narrowed and a decidedly evil grin crossed his face. “Ya better put that tongue back in yur mouth if ya don’t want me to put it ta good use.”
With that Shirosaki uncovered Ichigo’s mouth with his hand, but quickly replaced them with his lips. Ichigo’s eyes widened and he started thrashing his head again much to Shirosaki’s displeasure. He pulled away, “Hold still.” Then kissed him again. Ichigo tasted divine, like cinnamon and honey. Shirosaki purred into the kiss and pressed against Ichigo harder, desperate for more contact.
But then Ichigo had to go and ruin it by getting one of his hands free and catching Shirosaki in the chin with his fist. He scrambled out from underneath Shirosaki with a very heated look. “I’m not interested, Shirosaki!” He grabbed all of his stuff and shoved it into his book bag. “We have enough information how, I’ll do the poster and you do the outline.”
“Wait, Ichi!” Ichigo ignored him and stomped off. Shirosaki rubbed his sore jaw, troubled. “I just wanted a kiss.” A slight paused as he collected his own things. “Maybe a little more.” Another pause. “A lot more.” A long sigh. “He’s so adorable.”
Ichigo fumed the entire way home. How dare Shirosaki kiss him! He wasn’t gay! And besides, he hated Shirosaki. And before today, he thought that Shirosaki hated him. But people who hated each other didn’t kiss. It was a really intense kiss too, with tongue! Ichigo shuttered, it was weird. And his first, too. He wondered if all kisses were so slimy and prodding. Ugh.
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