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Kamikaze43v3r drew some amazing pictures of Grimm-sensei. This motivated me, because I loved them.

So here’s Love Lessons Chapter 4!

Chapter 4: “I didn’t lure. I mean it’s not like I asked you to come in and look at my puppies or anything,”

Ichigo walked into the classroom, heart pounding. He had no idea if he was actually meant to come back for detention today, Grimmjow hadn’t really mentioned anything after the incident in the nurses office, but when the classroom door slid open and Grimmjow looked at him like he was expecting him, Ichigo didn’t really have much choice.

“You’re right on time Kurosaki,” Grimmjow smirked looking at the teen. He’d done a lot of thinking last night after the incident. Well, perhaps that’s incorrect, he’d done a lot of drinking and then reached a conclusion about what to do, and Grimmjow Jaegerjaques was a man of his word.

Ichigo stepped past him and went to sit in his normal seat when he noticed someone else in the room. He narrowed his eyes at the smiling maniac he was now confined to a class room with.

“Why Ichigo, to think it’s just going to be me and you in here,” The pink haired boy grinned at him, “I do believe we have unfinished business,” Ichigo growled and stepped closer to the boy, before he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to fix his eyes on his teacher who pushed him towards his chair.

“I don’t give a shit, save it you two, I’m not in a good mood,” Grimmjow growled out. He had to admit, this plan was genius. He should receive a Nobel Prize for this baby. And it was so simple he almost kicked himself for not thinking of it sooner. Put someone else in the room with him and Ichigo. Sure, during lessons the teen was distracting, but the other kids made him not focus on Ichigo so that his mind didn’t start to think dirty things, like it had the day before, when it was just the two of them.

Ichigo sat down, glowering at the pink haired boy, who returned the look with equal venom. Grimmjow glanced between the two of them, before sighing and tugging a chair so that he was sat in front of Ichigo’s desk. Ichigo then turned his scowl to him, before he tugged out his maths book and threw it dramatically down on the table in front of him. He could see Szayel watching them with interest out of the corner of his eye as he wrote and Ichigo glowered at him.

“Kurosaki, you’re failing enough as it is, now concentrate,” Grimmjow growled out, feeling slightly irritated that the teen’s attention wasn’t on him. Ichigo glanced down at the book and flicked it open with a sigh. Grimmjow smirked a little as Ichigo quickly read through the notes he had made in their last session. He rubbed the bruise on his forehead thoughtfully and then looked up to the other man.

“Okay, so we were doing algebra yesterday,” Ichigo reminded him, shifting uncomfortably in his chair as he thought about the day before. Grimmjow carefully avoided looking at the teen and flicked through his book.

“Yeah,” Grimmjow said curtly, his eyes shifting to meet the chocolate brown eyes that were watching him with interest. They ducked away and Grimmjow had to resist reaching out to push the teen’s unruly orange hair from his face. He remembered the pink haired freak then and slammed the book down with a little more force than originally intended. “Well start where you left off from, dumb ass,” The last phrase was muttered quietly under his breath, but he was still pretty sure both teens heard it, from the amused look Szayel cast in there kind of direction.

Szayel, what kind of name is that for a kid thought Grimmjow, watching Ichigo’s scrawl as it began to decorate the fresh white page in front of him. He had just shoved the freak in the room with them as part of his plan when the cocky brat had forgotten his homework and had the cheek to tell Grimmjow that it was too easy, so he hadn’t done it. Grimmjow scowled, who the hell did the brat kid think he was? Einstein? Just to spite him Grimmjow had set him some work from one of his university text books, to see if the work was too easy for him then. It was quite the opposite with Ichigo, he was quite aware the kid had a natural talent for a lot of subjects, when he talked to the other teachers about him they all said that Ichigo excelled at their subjects, even if he was a little short tempered, so why, Grimmjow thought was the kid such a complete and utter idiot when it came to this subject?

“Err, sensei,” Ichigo interrupted his musings, “I don’t get this bit,” He muttered around his pen, casting an embarrassed glance at the smirking Szayel. Grimmjow raised an eyebrow.

“It’s what we went over yesterday, Kurosaki,” Grimmjow growled out, pushing his glasses up his nose to fix Ichigo with a cold stare. Ichigo scowled deeply and flicked back a page to the notes he had made the day before. A cough made both of the two look up and Szayel stood smirking over the frustrated teen.

“Sensei, I finished the pages you requested,” He said, dropping his book over Ichigo’s and plastering on a shit eating grin. Grimmjow glanced over the page and made a noise of surprise. The little shit had got every single one of them right? He narrowed his eyes at Szayel, who smiled and dropped a hand onto Ichigo’s shoulder. He leant down close to the orange haired teen’s ear,

“If you need any help Ichigo, you know I’ll always be available,” Szayel purred in the teen’s ear and Ichigo jumped up. Grimmjow stood next to them, pulling Ichigo away from the pink haired teen. Ichigo was shaking with anger and Grimmjow stepped between them.

“Sit back down and do the next page,” Grimmjow growled. He had to fight the urge to punch the teen himself for even thinking about touching his Ichigo. He paused for a moment, since when was Ichigo, his Ichigo? Since when was he so jealous and protective about the teen? He ran a hand through his hair and pushed the scowling teen back into his seat. Ichigo didn’t even protest and sat down, continuing to work quietly.

Grimmjow watched him carefully. He couldn’t explain why he was so attracted to this young man but his blood boiled at the thought of someone even liking him. Now he was curious as to the teen’s reaction to Szayel, he had been so violent. Was there maybe some history between them? He ran his hand through his hair and sighed and Ichigo glanced up then. Their eyes met and the tension was there again, making the air sing.

“I don’t understand this bit,” Ichigo said, fighting to keep his voice normal as his heart pounded in his chest. He had decided last night that while he liked his teacher, a lot, he was just going to push it deep down and hope it went away. He’d heard how popular the attractive blue haired man was with students and teachers alike and he was pretty sure that he would have no chance, even if Grimmjow was showing an interest in him. He was probably just reading things wrong and being stupid. Grimmjow simply helped him because he felt bad that Ichigo was such an idiot. Grimmjow slid the book towards him and then took the pen from his hand. There fingers brushed and Ichigo felt electricity tingle through him. There eyes hadn’t left the other and when Grimmjow did eventually turn his attention to the book, Ichigo felt like he could breathe again.

“It’s substitution; you put a number in place of the letter and you can solve the equation,” Grimmjow pointed out.

“Why?” Ichigo asked, chewing on his pen and Grimmjow watched as the boy slid the pen between his two perfect lips, heat running through his body.

“What do you mean why?” Grimmjow asked raising an eyebrow, his eyes never leaving Ichigo’s soft pink lips.

“Why do you do that?” He asked, frowning.

“What do you mean, why? Because that’s what you do, there doesn’t need to be a why!” Grimmjow growled, frowning in confusion. Damn Ichigo always managed to mess his head up, now he was even managing to make him confused about maths.

There was a noise from behind them and they both turned to look at the grinning pink haired teen.

“I’ve finished again sensei,” He smirked happily and Grimmjow sighed running his hands through his hair.

“Fine, just go,” He snapped at the teen that turned his gaze to Ichigo.

“I’ll see you around, Ichi,” the pink haired teen laughed, gliding from the classroom as Ichigo growled. Grimmjow glanced at Ichigo who scrubbed his hand through his bright hair.

“I hate that kid,” Ichigo scowled and Grimmjow raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “We had some trouble a year or two ago,” Ichigo explained, shrugging and returning to his writing.

Grimmjow left Ichigo’s explanation at that and watched the teen as he struggled with his work. A knock at the classroom door broke the silence, making both of them look up. A female teacher entered and Ichigo noticed a slight twitch in Grimmjow’s eye.

“Grimmjow,” She smiled, fluttering her eyelashes at the man as he stood up. Ichigo watched out of the corner of his eye as the two moved to the door. While she was lowering her voice to talk Ichigo could still hear her chattering at him.

“So I was wondering if you would like to come with me.” She smiled up at him and Ichigo felt something strange in his chest, like something was tightening around his heart. He lowered his eyes from the scene.

“I’m sorry, I won’t go with you,” Grimmjow said, quite loudly. Ichigo felt his heart speed up and he was actually quite shocked at the feeling of pure pleasure that was bubbling in his chest. He watched out of the corner of his eye as the woman blinked in shot and then glanced at him. She was blushing furiously and turned and walked quickly out of the classroom. Grimmjow’s face was a mask of disgust as he sat heavily on his chair.

“Tch, you would think she’d got the message the first time,” he hissed out, feeling strangely pissed off that the woman had to ask him in front of Ichigo. Ichigo met his eyes then, smiling brightly and Grimmjow blinked at him, dumbstruck. Ichigo was good looking when he was scowling, but when he smiled he looked like a different person. His whole demeanour changed and all Grimmjow could do was stare at him like an idiot. He ran his hand through his head, glancing at the door of his classroom, a million reasons running through his head for why he shouldn’t say what he was about to.

“There are too many interruptions if I tutor you here, why don’t you come to mine on Friday and we’ll finish this then?” He asked the teen, the voice in his head screaming that this wasn’t a good idea. The air was heavy with tension when he dragged his eyes back to Ichigo’s face. The smile had slipped a little and his eyes didn’t mask the surprise he felt at this question.

“Okay,” Ichigo agreed after a minute, his heart pounding in his chest.

The week seemed to crawl by at snails pace as Ichigo waited. Every day he came up with a million reasons why he shouldn’t go over to Grimmjow’s flat but then he would see the man and his thoughts would go out of his head. He bit his lip as he stared into the bathroom mirror. His orange hair stuck out all over his head at odd angles and he ran his damp hand through it, trying to make it stick flat. He sighed, he was acting like a teenage girl going on her first date, but he couldn’t help it. He was nervous. Ever since those dreams had started he had been jumpy around the man and now that he was visiting the flat again, the very setting for these dreams, he was petrified. He sighed again and slammed his hand down against the sink. It wasn’t even like anything would happen, Grimmjow was his teacher. He probably wasn’t even gay and even if he was, he would never be interested in an immature school kid like Ichigo.

He dodged his father’s attacks grumpily and stomped out of the house.

“Later old man!” He shouted, glowering at the man, before his gaze softened, “Bye Karin, Yuzu,”

His sisters waved happily as his father wailed in the background, shouting something incoherent down the street. Ichigo swung his school bag onto his back and began walking in the direction towards the flat.

Grimmjow thought that it was a bad idea to have started drinking so early. Not that he was drunk, nowhere near it. Just he knew that it would result in him drinking more and therefore having a hangover tomorrow. He inhaled on his cigarette, eyes watching but not seeing whatever was on the television. He wasn’t regretting asking the teen over, but he was worried. Worried about what he might do. Having accepted his strange, unexplainable attraction to the teen there was really only one problem. That he was the teen’s teacher. That Ichigo was underage. But damn, did he look good in school uniform. He sighed, just thinking about the kid made him feel like a pervert. A loud knock at the door snapped him from his thoughts, and he pushed Pantera off his lap, surprised at the feeling of happiness that rose inside him. He cursed to himself; he was like a giddy school girl.

He opened the door and stared at the beautiful teen before him. His eyes were glazed and he was staring off into space. He jumped a little and turned to look at Grimmjow. He almost fainted on the spot. Grimmjow looked more like a rock star than a teacher, his glasses were gone and he wore a black wife beater, his jeans slung low on his hips so that a sliver of black underwear could be seen. Ichigo swallowed, his eyes ending their roaming of the others body to slide back up to the smirking face of the man in front of him.

Grimmjow couldn’t keep the smirk of his face as he stepped back to let the teen into his flat. Out of uniform Ichigo looked less like a student, he looked older, like someone Grimmjow might come on to in a bar. He followed Ichigo through to the living area where the TV was talking to itself and watched the teen throw himself onto the sofa, his brown eyes flitting nervously around the room. Grimmjow ground his cigarette out in the ash tray and sat down next to the teen.

“Get it out then,” Grimmjow stated his face expressionless. Ichigo blinked in shock, turning wide eyes to the man next to him.

“What?” He gasped and Grimmjow snorted with laughter at the teens shocked face.

“Your work, I’m tutoring you aren’t I?” Grimmjow reminded him, and Ichigo blushed a little, reaching over to tug his things out of his bag. His shirt slid up his back at this action and Grimmjow watched the lithe muscles shift under the tanned skin. He reached out a hand but stopped himself before he could touch the teen. Ichigo sat back and smiled tentatively at the other man, unaware of the inner turmoil his simple gestures were causing. Grimmjow sighed and took the book from the teen, flicking the TV off. Pantera wound himself around Ichigo’s legs, purring happily and Grimmjow snorted at the cat.

“He doesn’t usually like people,” Grimmjow sniffed, a little miffed at his cats actions as the blue creature leapt up onto the orange haired teen’s knee. Ichigo gave a tiny smile, scratching behind the cat’s ears. Grimmjow watched the boy; he’d never seen the teen look so relaxed, so content. He looked up then, face twisted into a frown noticing the man’s blue gaze on him.

“I think he likes me,” Ichigo laughed as the cat nudged his hand, meowing loudly for his attention. He stoked a hand against the soft fur and laughed again as the cat curled up on his knee. Grimmjow snorted something that sounded like ‘traitor’ but Ichigo ignored it and settled for pushing his maths book towards the man.

“Well then, teach me,” Ichigo smirked, turning his gaze to his teacher. Grimmjow felt his face splitting into a huge grin and leant in close to the teen. Ichigo’s eyes widened and he could feel a blush rising on his face.

“Guess I’ll have to then. You want a drink?” He asked, his eyes lingering on Ichigo’s reddening face. Ichigo nodded his mouth dry at the man’s closeness. He watched Grimmjow get up and leave the room before he closed his eyes, rubbing at them. He was confused. Had Grimmjow just flirted with him? He shook his head that was a stupid idea; Grimmjow was his teacher nothing more.

He heard Grimmjow come back in then and he looked up. He took the bottle of juice being offered to him and blinked when he noticed that Grimmjow was drinking strawberry milk. He looked at the bottle of apple juice in his hand and then back at the bottle in Grimmjow’s. He couldn’t stop a smile creeping over his face and he glanced away when Grimmjow looked at him.

“What?” Grimmjow asked, glancing at the teen as he sat down. Ichigo shook his head before giggling again.

“Just…strawberry milk…I wasn’t expecting that. I mean, there are beer cans everywhere,” Ichigo snorted, watching Grimmjow take another drink. Grimmjow shrugged, tapping a cigarette from the pack and lighting it before sitting next to Ichigo.

“What can I say? I have a thing for strawberries,” Grimmjow purred, watching Ichigo out of the corner of his eye as he examined the book on the coffee table in front of him. Ichigo blushed and choked a little on his drink. Grimmjow tried desperately not to laugh, but he couldn’t do it and when he finally managed to control his hysterical laughter he glanced back at Ichigo to see him scowling, blushing and even slightly pouting. The teen obviously hadn’t even realised he was doing it, which just made Grimmjow laugh again.

Pantera leapt out of Ichigo’s lap and he sighed at the loss of warmth. Stroking the cat had been quite comforting, particularly when Grimmjow was laughing at him. He wasn’t sure if Grimmjow had been flirting with him again, but it felt like it. Ichigo scrubbed his hand through his hair in frustration and tried to steer the conversation back towards math. He reached into his bag and pulled out a pen as Grimmjow pulled the table closer to where they were sat, still puffing away on his cigarette. Ichigo scrunched his nose, his scowl deepening as Grimmjow flicked the ash into the overflowing ash tray.

He shifted his position, his leg brushing against Grimmjow’s. He tensed a little and moved it again so that they were pressed together, feeling the electricity dance along his thigh from where they touched. Grimmjow paused, holding Ichigo’s homework in his hand. Ichigo jumped up then, running his hand through his hair and shifting from foot to foot.

“You know Grimmjow, I think I should be heading home,” Ichigo murmured and Grimmjow glanced up at him.

“We haven’t even started working yet,” Grimmjow growled out as Ichigo glanced away from him blushing. Ichigo felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest and all he could think about was the various different dreams and situations he’s imagined over and over in his head.

Grimmjow stood up then, a wide grin plastered on his face and he took a step towards Ichigo, who stumbled backwards. His back hit the wall but Grimmjow kept on walking forward until he was only millimetres away from the teen. Ichigo’s eyes were wide and his face decorated with the most gorgeous blush.

“Do I make you nervous Ichi?” Grimmjow drawled out, his eyes never leaving the teens face as he grew more and more red. He took another step forward so he had effectively pinned Ichigo against the wall. Ichigo could feel panic rising in his chest and his fight or flight instinct was kicking in. The look in Grimmjow’s eye was almost predatory and the smile was making Ichigo’s breath catch in his throat.

“What are you doing?” Ichigo gasped out, his eyes almost popping out of his head as rather than answer his teacher slipped his hand slowly under his shirt, stroking the skin at the small of his back. Ichigo froze then, chocolate brown meeting cobalt blue and he frowned a little despite how soothing the action was.

“You look good blushing,” Grimmjow whispered, leaning in and placing a soft kiss on the hollow of his neck. Grimmjow wasn’t sure what had made him give in to his instincts and actually make a move on the teen but he had and now Ichigo was blushing below him in the most delicious way. He moved his lips from the teen’s neck to let them hover over the soft pink lips he had been thinking about since he met the teen.

Ichigo could feel Grimmjow’s breath fanning his face and he knew that all he had to do was lean forward and he would be kissing the man. But Grimmjow was his teacher. He pushed him away, breathing hard and breaking the eye contact between them. He ran a shaky hand through his hair.

“What did you just lure me here so you could molest me?” Ichigo shouted, scowling deeply. Grimmjow blinked a little before frowning back at the teen.

“I didn’t lure, that word makes me sound like a pervert. I mean it’s not like I asked you to come in and look at my puppies or anything.” Grimmjow growled back, confused at Ichigo’s actions. What the hell? The kid liked him, he knew he did.

“You’re my teacher!” Ichigo yelled, looking away from the blue haired man. “You’re my teacher,” He muttered again, sounding more like he was trying to remind himself than Grimmjow. Grimmjow sighed, realising now why the teen was freaking out so much. Ichigo had turned away and Grimmjow took a step forward, trying to think of something to say. It was rare he was lost for words, but now was one of those times.

“I really should go,” the young man murmured, hearing Grimmjow approaching him from behind. “Bye!” Ichigo shouted, rushing out of the door. He pulled it closed behind him and rushed down the steps from the flat, stopping when he reached the bottom. He had left all of his things inside.

Grimmjow rubbed his face, leaning against the very wall that he had just had Ichigo pinned up against. He gave a growl in the back of his throat and walked into his living area. He stared at the spot where Ichigo had been sat and a huge grin broke onto his face. The teen had left all his belongings.

Grimmjow stepped out of the shower, wrapping the towel around his waist. Another bang sounded on the door and he cursed.

“All right, all right, I’m coming,” He shouted, stumbling a little on his way to the door. He tugged it open, tightening his grip on his towel as he did so and felt himself grinning at the person on the other side. Ichigo on the other hand, really didn’t feel like grinning. Grimmjow had just answered the door in a towel. Ichigo was desperately trying not to look at the mans sexy, muscled chest and he mentally reminded himself of the list of reasons he’d given himself to not kiss the man, thought right now not one of them was convincing.

Grimmjow turned and walked back inside the flat.

“I’m guessing you came for your things,” Grimmjow stated, his voice bored. Ichigo nodded, not really trusting himself to speak as he stared at the black 6 tattooed on Grimmjow’s back. He wanted to ask about it, but he knew for a fact that he couldn’t trust his voice right now and he was pretty sure Grimmjow was probably annoyed with him after what he’d done. He sighed a little, bending to get his things. He couldn’t really explain why he had freaked out like that, but he had and he couldn’t take it back now.

He paused, his bag in hand turning to look at his teacher. Grimmjow’s hair was damp and wasn’t styled like it normally was, but was flopping down. Ichigo watched a single drop of water run down the man’s chiselled chest, dipping slowly into the gap between his skin and the towel and he licked his lips. God this man was sexy.

He wasn’t sure who moved first but next thing he knew his bag was falling from his hand and he was pressed against the solid chest he had just been thinking about. Grimmjow was smirking down at him and he could feel that blush rising up his cheeks again.

Once again, the same as the night before, they were so close that Grimmjow could almost taste the teen’s lips. Neither of them moved and Grimmjow just watched Ichigo shift uncomfortably.

Ichigo looked up then and his arms came up to wrap around the others neck. His hands tangled in the damp blue hair and he pulled the man's mouth down to his.

Their lips met and electricity shot through both of their bodies. Grimmjow pulled back to look into the deep pools of brown. He smirked, bringing his own hands to tangle into the mass of orange he so adored.