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Revenge of The Nerds......Bad Boys Edition	By : Sexybvirgo Category: Naruto Crossovers > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3020 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Seventeen: Straight Through The Heart

Uryuu
He fidgeted with the collar of his navy button down shirt. His nerves jangled, silver alarm bells that worked better than his alarm clock. It was two minutes to five and he was more nervous than a turkey the weekend before thanksgiving. His eyes studied the clock again. He didn't know how Ichigo would get inside the building but when the strawberry said he was going to do something, he did it. So here he was waiting and jumpy as hell, anticipating the best and expecting the worst. Because him and Ichigo could only end one way and he was pretty sure Ichigo was betting on that. It had taken him a full night of bad dreams to admit the truth he'd known all along to himself.
Ichigo was his kryptonite. He just plain did it for him. Only the fact that once he gave in to the ginger that his freedom would be severely limited stopped him from admitting it to him. The memory of just how easily Ichigo had gotten him into bed still had the power to unbalance him. But then again, he'd never wondered why his eyes always searched for Ichigo in the hallways and why he was always incapable of looking him in the eye whenever the strawberry caught his eyes. He'd told himself that it was simply because he was a vibrant, seeable part of the in crowd. That was until Ichigo had stripped him naked and touched him in places hadn't even known were erogenous.
It rankled him to admit it. But he should have admitted it long ago. Knowing your weakness was half the battle. Or so he was told. It only served to make him even more fidgety as he waited. He would have just left and let Ichigo knock on the door until he gave up. But that was the problem with Ichigo. He never gave up.
I just can't let him touch me this time. Shit! Like that's going to happen.
No matter how hard he tried to fight or run, the strawberry always managed to pull his card. Every single damn time! It infuriated him, how easily he fell whenever Ichigo turned on his powers of persuasion. He made Uryuu believe that he wanted to be his property. Made him think a collar around his throat was a good thing. And while he was trapped in his arms he believed it wholeheartedly. It was only when the fog receded that he remembered it wasn't, that Ichigo was worse than his dad. He'd only just managed to escape before because Rukia had been more than a match for him. But he didn't have that protection here. None of them did. And there was no mistake. All of them were under attack. It was too convenient to be coincidence. His eyes narrowed as his mind turned to the conundrum. How did all of them know each other? The boys had all come to the boarding school from different cities and towns. Hell, Zero hadn't even known them or the twins before he'd come here. So how were they all connected?
The brisk knock rattled the door, yanking him from his nervy reverie. His eyes latched onto what he was currently considering the portal to hell. He walked to it slowly.
Oh, how the fates must be laughing at him.
He paused just at the door, his hand millimeters away from the handle. He could almost feel the carnal energy flowing through the door; could feel the other male on the other side, a waiting stillness that pulled his nerves tight. He imagined he could hear Ichigo breathing.
"Uryuu, I know you're there. I can feel you. Open the door."
He jumped, startled as the deep, persuading voice penetrated the wood of the door. The blush was instantaneous, sweeping up his neck in shocking fire of emotion.
His Achilles heel. The one person who could get him to accept the chains he'd worked so strenuously to avoid. And he realized suddenly that he was on the cusp of surrender, that flagrant display of lust last night having shaken his defenses. He snatched his hand away from where it had been hovering over his throat like a trapped moth and grabbed the knob. He bit his lip, cursing himself for just not leaving when he had the chance and swung the door open.
And just that quickly, that simply he was caught, mesmerized by the sensual, visual feast that Ichigo provided. Ichigo was dressed simply in blue jeans and a brown leather jacket that opened to let Uryuu see the cotton shirt that clung to his chest, outlining the muscles there. He jerked his eyes up, still blushing furiously. His dark blue eyes collided with amber and he couldn't look away. He wasn't strong enough.
The years they'd spent apart had carved the last of the adolescence from Ichigo's face, leaving a more refined sculpture of masculinity behind. The strong angular cheekbones that framed his stubborn chin; the straight, clean line of his nose. The full grace of his lips. All of it appealed so greatly to him that he knew all he had to do was take that first step of surrender and he'd never get away again. And everything that exuded from Ichigo screamed at him to just let go, the will saturated aura pulling at him, urging him to just give in.
"Are you just going to stand there staring at me all night?"
Warm fingers circling his wrist jolted him out of his fixated observation. He barely had time to brace himself with a hand flat against Ichigo's chest to avoid being pulled against it. Even that small contact shortened his breath and he acknowledged to himself that he was in trouble. He should have just ran when he'd had the chance. He covered his reaction with anger as he always did, glaring into hazel eyes.
Ichigo grinned back, unperturbed by his temper. "I don't mind though, as long as you're staring at me." The fingers tightened pulling him inexorably closer.
He resisted trying to push the strawberry away with his free hand. "What are you doing?"
Ichigo chuckled. "Saying hi."
Uryuu bared his teeth as lips with the consistency of silk brushed fire over his cheek, rivaling the blaze already there. Only Ichigo's grip kept him from stepping back. Or so he told himself. He had a terrible feeling this year was going to be a year of lying to himself.
"You look good." Ichigo breathed against his cheek and the stain became brighter under Ichigo's lips.
He hadn't even been in his presence five minutes and already the strawberry was working his magic. His stomached twisted with dismay. He really had to nip this in the bud before it really got started up again. With great difficulty he schooled his features into his usual expressionless facade. "What are you doing here Ichigo? I thought I made it quite plain last night that I don't want to have anything to do with you."
"Yeah, I picked up on that while you were sucking on my tongue."
His mouth fell open, hitting Ichigo's chest and the blush reached super nova status. He wrenched his hand away and took a firm step back. "If I remember correctly, you were the one sucking on my tongue, you uncouth barbarian."
Ichigo rubbed his chest like he was in pain, still smiling. "Oh the insults."
Uryuu frowned. "You've wasted your time. I'm not going anywhere with you."
"Even if it's to shoot?"
That stopped his retreat as effectively as if Ichigo had opened the doors to heaven, hating the all too knowing look in the ginger's eyes. "What have you done now?"
Ichigo smirked and pulled a ring of keys out of his pocket, swinging them before Uryuu's eyes like a hypnotist. "Here I have the keys to the archery club's room. I thought you would like to see it before it's pristine walls are crowded with people. You were going to join the archery club right?"
He forcibly separated his eyes from the keys. "Yes, I was." He pushed his glasses up to hide his surprise. He should have known that Ichigo would remember.
"So quit arguing and come see."
He hesitated a fraction of a second, the offer too tempting to pass up. "Fine. Let me get my bow." He deliberately didn't see the triumph that made Ichigo's eyes glow as he turned away, feeling them taking in the tight cut of his jeans. Trying to convince himself that he hadn't dressed for Ichigo's benefit.
Yep, this was the year of lying to himself.
They walked in silence, watching students mill around campus. Though he tried to observe the campus they were walking across, Uryuu was hyper aware of the male walking at his side like he owned the school, his stride long and confident. He noted the way everyone gave them a wide berth, the girls eyes homing in on him then darting away. Uryuu wanted to look and see what expression the strawberry was wearing. He didn't dare, but it just outlined just how serious his situation was. The students were scampering around them like Ichigo was a member of the mob. It made him desperately want to know what exactly the bad boys club was.
He opened his mouth when he couldn't take the silence anymore. "How are Yuzu and Karin?"
"They're good. Happy that I ran into you here. Yuzu wants you to sew another costume for her pet lion."
This time Uryuu did glance at him, but only because he was surprised. He'd forgotten all about the little stuffed animal that Yuzu doted on, forgot he'd sewn for her.
"Ummm." He really didn't know what to say.
Ichigo turned so that he could see the smirk that graced his tempting mouth. "You really are handy with the needle and thread. You'll make a good house-"
"Shut up!" He snapped, knowing just what Ichigo was going to say.
"But it's true." Ichigo was laughing now. "In fact I can't wait to get you-"
He stopped walking and speared the amused ginger with his eyes. "Do you not get the concept of shutting up?"
Ichigo turned too, eagerness turning his eyes to pale gold. "How else would I get a rise out of you? You're so entertaining when you turn that fake anger on me. Not to mention really, really cute."
"Arg-" Uryuu stifled the irritated scream that wanted to erupt from his throat, his cheeks feeling like a solar flare. He just couldn't get the last word in on the strawberry.He blinked studying Ichigo. He looked ready to tussle and not in the literal sense of the word and he was suddenly dumped back into the night before. Ichigo certainly hadn't minded molesting him in the middle of the club. "What is it going to take to get you to. Leave. Me. Alone?"
It was Ichigo's turn to look surprised. His eyes narrowed in on Uryuu. "Now whose not 'getting the concept'? When have I ever given you the impression that I'd let you go?" He took that half step that brought him too close for comfort, using his height to his advantage. "If you still have thoughts of getting away throw them out of the window right now. I'm not going anywhere and neither are you."
Dark blue eyes edged nervously away from determined amber ones and landed on a girl who was watching them with obvious fascination. He realized that yet again, Ichigo had made him forget his surroundings. He might as well wear a sign on his head that said 'Ichigo's'. Truly pissed at himself now, he whirled and stomped away. A hand gripped his elbow before he'd taken two steps, propelling him forward.
"The archery club is in that building just up ahead." Ichigo whispered in his ear.
Uryuu went ramrod straight and would have stopped if Ichigo wasn't still moving. Taking him where he wanted to go.
"Damn it let go! I'm not going!" It was like a bad reenactment of the night before.
"Well, we could just go back to your room."
That was soooo not happening. He thought of all the surfaces that Ichigo could get him on. And there'd be no one to interrupt and save his ass this time.
"Fine. But after this we're not seeing each other again."
Ichigo laughed, a deep, vibrant sound that touched places low in his body where no hand was meant to go. It caused his body to harden, the anticipation of hearing that laugh while he was tangle in Ichigo's sheets making him trip over his own feet.
Get it together Uryuu Ishida!
He imagined his father's strident voice in his head hoping that it would be a deterrer to his errant desires. But it wasn't. Ichigo knew all his blind spots, knowing just where to hit him for the knock out. Without even half trying.
He batted Ichigo's hand away as the strawberry flung the door open and pushed him inside, huffing in angrily as he rounded on his nemesis. "Why do you always have to be so high handed?" He demanded, eyes shooting daggers, ready for the confrontation now that he was mad enough. The hallway was empty. Blessing of all blessings.
"Why won't you just give in?" Ichigo turned the question on him. "You've already admitted that you want me."
"That was years ago damn it! I got over that."
"Really?" Ichigo's voice was all kinds of incredulous. "Because last night all I had to do was keep kissing you and if your friend hadn't interrupted you would have woken up in a different bed this morning."
"Fuck you." The heat that warmed his cheeks wasn't from anger only.
"I'm trying to, but you won't let that icy guard down and let me in." Ichigo reached out stroking the pad of his thumb over his cheek again. "Always so angry. But you aren't really that angry are you? Just trying to push me away again. I want to wipe away that anger and replace it with something else. Something equally pretty." His blazing eyes said exactly what he wanted to replace it with.
"You're just like my dad." Uryuu bit out desperately. "Always trying to run my life."
Ichigo smiled and it was truly frightening, how soft the look in his eyes was. The same smile he'd worn the night he'd almost collared him. He watched as Ichigo came closer, for the life of him not able to talk his feet into retreating. He stopped when they were almost pressed flush against each other. "I'm a hundred times worse than your dad." Ichigo warned huskily. "But more gentle and a lot more loving."
Uryuu didn't have a comeback for that one, Ichigo's eyes were so tender as they stared down at him; promising him things that he secretly craved.
Ichigo held his eyes for what seemed like eternity before suddenly stepping away. "C'mon. I want to see you shoot."
Humbled by his own need, Uryuu only nodded. He didn't want to set the ginger off again. He didn't think his burning cheeks could handle it.
The archery room was large and airy, the walls white and untouched by the stream of students they would not doubt see. Uryuu fell in love with it instantly. He left Ichigo at the door as he explored, admiring the colorful bulls eyes that lined one wall, his fingers itching for the string of his bow. So intent was he on the room that he missed when Ichigo leaned on the wall, his eyes following his trim form appreciatively.
Uryuu strung his bow, a recurve almost as tall as he was, no longer paying attention to the male behind him. The world fell away as he focused on the targets. His tension eased away as he sent arrow after arrows singing towards the targets, as it always did when he was engaged in his favorite pastime. It took him back to days he'd spent with his grandfather, absorbing all the knowledge he'd fondly imparted. He forgot his current predicament as he shot,let the fact that his sweetest dream or his worst nightmare was standing directly behind him. As if the selfish strawberry would let him forget for long.
"You know, I've always loved watching you shoot." Ichigo's svelte voice licking across his ear drum broke his concentration. He was lucky the arrow had already zinged to the target or he might have shot his foot off. He parted his lips to hiss an insult over his shoulder.
And Ichigo put a hand on him.
It was a simple touch really. Just a hand at the base of his spine. But it was Ichigo touching him and with him it was never simple. The touch burned and all of the angry desire flared to life. Ichigo's fingers curled in the fabric of his shirt pulling him back so that no space remained between their bodies, arms sliding around his waist under his bow. Those wicked fingers played with the hem.
"Ichi-"
"Shhh. No arguing right now." Ichigo soothed, each word sending a puff of heat over the susceptible skin of his ear. "I used to watch you and I was so jealous." Soft lips touched the side of his throat and his eyelids fluttered shut as fire ranged from the contact.
"You were jealous of me?" He sighed, helpless against the feeling of Ichigo holding him. That was when he realized that no matter how angry he pretended to be with the ginger, the fire that he caused would always simmer just below his skin.
"No." Ichigo shook his head, chin rubbing back and forth across his shoulder. "I was jealous of that damn bow."
"What?" He whispered the question, barely coherent with insidious fingers stroking the bare skin of his stomach.
Ichigo blew on his thumping pulse and he shivered like a tuning fork. "Every time you touched it, you forgot about everything else. You never even noticed that I was there. Watching."
"You came to the matches?" He was amazed. He'd never thought he was interested.
"Every single one after I learned you were a member of the archery club. You always looked so happy." His voice hardened and his arms tightened. "I want dot be the one who put that look on your face."
Somehow he managed to speak as Ichigo seduced him with hands and words. "You're going about it all wrong."
Ichigo nibbled the lobe of his ear in retaliation. "Am I?" He licked the bite, smiling at Uryuu's moan. "I guess I'll have to try harder."
"Really, you don't have to." He returned breathlessly, heart pounding, trembling at the sensation Ichigo caused so effortlessly within him.
"Shut up." Ichigo murmured against tender skin wringing another shiver from him. He plucked the bow from limp fingers and crouched slowly to place it on the floor reverently. Uryuu let it go, though he suspected he really didn't have a choice, his senses alert to Ichigo's every move now. His eyes opened when Ichigo tugged him back into his arms, turning him into the waiting kiss.
Ichigo took him with ruthless sophistication, sinking into his mouth in a slow, silken plunge. It seemed their years apart had also taught him patience. He invaded the balmy heat as if he had all the time in the world, stroking Uryuu's tongue in leisurely stripes that brought him to his toes. His arms were steel bars across his back as he pressed Uryuu hard against his chest. The hard hold, the slick sliding persuasion. The contrast was devastating, melting the icy defenses he'd barely had time to rebuild. Sizzling desire rose from the lake as Ichigo withdrew then proceeded to take over again, this time even more slowly, binding him with incremental lunges until he was once again submerged completely inside. He didn't resist at all as Ichigo took him to the floor too lost in the soft caresses of his mouth.
Everything faded away as Ichigo lowered his body over his, leaning harder into his mouth, tongue gliding firmly, upping his attack. Only the hot coupling of their mouths mattered, only that could quench the heated aura that surrounded them. And cause more with each nibble, stroke and touch. Uryuu moved restlessly so that his entire body was caressed, the sound of his pleasure silenced as Ichigo dove into the depths of his lips.
He accepted, sucking, drawing his tormenter even deeper, giving himself up the scorching exploration. He held Ichigo tight, his fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair as he drove their mouths together even harder. Ichigo shivered above him forcing his lips wider as he immersed himself in the sweetness that he wanted to own, taking his breath as if they were underwater and Uryuu his source of air.
When he pulled away again, Uryuu didn't have the breath to protest, his body limp, his senses singing. He could only blink at the ceiling as Ichigo's mouth and hands began to travel down his overheated form. Ichigo growled as he tipped his head to the side, unconsciously baring his throat in submission. His sanity tried to resurface when he felt dexterous fingers go to work on the buttons of his shirt. Ichigo's tongue fluttering over the tender skin over his pulse sent it back down into the cave of mindlessness.
His pants were only puffs of air as Ichigo drew on the sensitive skin, bolts of pleasure searing his mind and body. He told himself, the voice weak in the besieged paths of him mind, that he had to get Ichigo to stop. Before he devastated him completely. His mind knew it, but his body wouldn't obey, instead trying to get even closer to what it needed. He tugged hard on Ichigo's hair.
"Ichi….Mmmm." His intended plea ended faster than it began as Ichigo brought his teeth into play, capturing the soft skin, lashing it with his tongue. He twitched, every sleek lash a jolt of lewd electricity. His moan beat at the walls of the room as Ichigo sucked harder, rubbing his chest against Uryuu's naked one, his hands kneading his firm globes of his ass.
Fuck!
He couldn't stop his gasp at the combined sensations. The cloth abraded his nipples to aching hardness while Ichigo slid their bodies together, hard erections meeting in the middle. The rapture bowed his body off the floor. It flowed up his body like liquid sin. Tension followed it as he felt the orgasm approach.
Nooooo!
He moaned the protest in his head, his mouth refusing to utter it. Ichigo undulated above him gracefully, rubbing their cocks together in an erotic symphony that infused him with lyrical lasciviousness. It wiped the slate of his mind clean. It felt soooo good as all of his erogenous zones submitted to Ichigo's expertise and the salacious wave climbed higher, drowning him. Ichigo's mouth clamped tighter, sucking fiercely all the while he grazed his erection over his. The tension snapped abruptly as the wave crashed over him, the orgasm taking him suddenly, sending him tumbling depths of sensual release.
He resurfaced long moments later, Ichigo's tongue still stroking languidly over his skin, the saturated cloth over their crotches still plastered together. Sensing his return, Ichigo relinquished his still tender skin, chuckling into the cove of his throat.
"If I can make you come just by sucking your neck, imagine how it will be when I'm deep inside you Uryuu."
He didn't have the strength to make a snappy comeback.
He was done lying to himself for the day.
XOVER
Until next time………
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