Passion In His Eyes

Summary: Ichigo Kurosaki was 20 years old, just an ordinary university student. Grimmjow Jeagerjaques was 28 years old, a young professor, teaching at Ichigo' class. Ichigo always came late on Grimmjow's class. Why?

Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo.

Warning: AU, OOC, GrimmjowXIchigo, Un-BETA-ed.

Chapter 3

Ichigo didn't know what had possessed him. He was standing in front of the bathroom door, following Grimmjow's suggestion. What he thought was that his sensei was drunk. Or crazy.

"Take your time, kid." Grimmjow said from the living room.

Ichigo could hear Grimmjow's chuckles.

This had to be nightmare.

Ichigo stepped into the bathroom. He didn't want to admire the magnificent bathroom right now. Of course, he didn't forget to lock the door. He intended to waste his time by filling the tub with water, wanting to soak himself in the hot water instead of taking a shower.

When the tub was full of hot water, he was undressing himself, and then he sank himself into the hot water. The hot water felt good on his tired body. And what now? What would Grimmjow do to him after this? What was his sensei's intention? He had no idea.

But, outside the bathroom's door, Grimmjow had many ideas. He turned off every light in his apartment. In the dim light of the apartment, he began his action.

Ichigo, still seating comfortably in the tub, began scrubbing his skin with soap, making the tub filled with soapy water. He scrubbed hard until his skin became red. He felt dirty. He felt that he had become filthy for wanting his sensei's touch before. The worst thing was... He couldn't stop himself for being hard... His cock hadn't calmed down. And the thought of jerking off in his sensei's bathroom felt so wrong.

Ichigo was only a normal boy. Of course, he could get hard. And of course, he did masturbate to get rid off of his hard cock.

The room felt warm. The hot steam fogged up the room.

Ichigo couldn't stop himself. Still seating, he opened his legs, making a room for his hands later. He began touching himself. He brought his right hand to his belly. His right hand wandered to his thigh. When his right hand 'accidentally' touched his cock, he began stroking his cock...

Slowly in the beginning.

And became faster.

And harder...

He bit his lower lip. Afraid of producing any weird sounds. Then, when the sensation became unbearable, he brought his left hand to join his right hand, grabbing his cock harder.

He was close.

When his right hand was pumping his cock, his left hand stopped joined the right hand. The left hand moved toward the head of his cock, reaching the tip of his cock. The tips of his left hand's fingers were touching mildly at the tip of his sensitive cock, making a ticklish feeling.

His right hand never slowed down and never stopped stroking his cock.

He was really close.

He couldn't refrain himself to moan. "Ahhh... Sen-sensei... Grimmjow!"

And then, he came...

What a relief...

What?

He was coming while he was moaning his sensei's name!

This was a joke, right?

Ichigo blushed. He was still panting hard from the unforgivable orgasm. He cursed himself for moaning his sensei's name. He couldn't forgive himself.

His white fluids were mixed with the hot water.

He spent his time to calm himself down. He cleared his minds. When everything seemed better, he got out from the tub and stepped into the shower stall. His cock wasn't hard anymore. He decided to take a short-timed shower with cold water. He turned on the water, and he felt the water sprayed his body. He rubbed his skin, wanted to get rid of the sweat and his fluids. His hands touched the glass wall, and then he leaned himself to the cold glass wall for a moment. He turned off the water and got out from the shower stall.

Quiet...

Ichigo froze.

Where were his clothes? He convinced himself that he had put his clothes at the rack. Funny. Instead of his clothes, he only found towels.

He dried himself up, using a towel. And then he wrapped himself, hung a towel at his hips.

When he opened the bathroom's door, he realized that... The door wasn't locked anymore. It meant... His sensei had opened it from the outside. And his sensei took his clothes.

Ridiculous.

He just hoped that his sensei didn't see him jerking off. And didn't hear any weird sounds.

His mind was in haze.

He closed the door from the inside, he didn't want to get out from the bathroom. He didn't want to face his sensei. He didn't want to take a risk. But, he had to get out sooner or later, right?

What should he do?

He leaned himself at the back of the door.

And then, someone knocked the door. "Hey, are you alright?" Grimmjow asked.

He really didn't have any choice, right?

Ichigo opened the door. He immediately was greeted up by a worried Grimmjow.

"I'm okay!"

Seeing the kid was alright, Grimmjow said, "You really take your time, don't you?"

Ichigo blushed.

Grimmjow was mesmerized by Ichigo's beauty. His reddened face. His slim figure. His toned chest. His wet hair... Grimmjow couldn't help himself from licking his dry lips. He became thirsty of seeing a drop of water flew down from Ichigo's forehead to his chin.

Ichigo was radiating sexy-but-innocent pheromones when he bit his lower lips, acting all clumsy and nervous.

Grimmjow's eyes moved to Ichigo's chin to... Ichigo's pert pink nipples. Grimmjow swallowed down his saliva. He wished he could pinch them.

Grimmjow's imaginations scattered when Ichigo said, "Where-are-my-clothes?"

"Where? Why do you ask me?"

"I couldn't find them!"

"Maybe they didn't want you to find them because they know how sexy you are without them."

"Sensei!" Ichigo aimed his hands to hit Grimmjow.

Ichigo said, "I'm being serious here!"

Grimmjow grabbed Ichigo's wrist, holding it tightly, "I'm not joking. You are making me," Grimmjow's brought Ichigo's hand to his bulge pants, "excited," Grimmjow was making Ichigo palmed his hard cock, "and you really know how to turn me on..."

Ichigo could felt Grimmjow's cock through the pants. It was hot. Hard. And... Undeniable huge...

Ichigo pulled his hand back, he didn't want to touch or feel his sensei's cock.

Grimmjow caught Ichigo's wrist again, brought it to his lips, and kissed his fist. "Maybe you thought that I'm joking here. But you know what? I'm serious. I. Want. You." And then Grimmjow brought Ichigo's hand to touch his heart, placing Ichigo's palm at his heart.

Ichigo could felt Grimmjow's heart beats.

"Can you feel it? Can you feel how fast my heart beat? Can you feel my 'heart'? Don't you realize that you make me wanting you? Don't you realize that you make me in this kind of state?" Grimmjow asked, held Ichigo's hand tighter than before.

"I don't know..." Ichigo said almost inaudibly. Ichigo didn't know why, but he felt guilty. Maybe he felt guilty for making his sensei acted like this. Or maybe he felt guilty for being such an indecisive man about his feelings toward his sensei.

There were too many questions lying on his head. Why he didn't want Grimmjow to stop touching him? Why he didn't want to miss Grimmjow's class? Why did he always try his best to get the best score on Grimmjow's class? Why did he tell his problem to Grimmjow? Why? And... Was it his fault for making Grimmjow wanting him? Was it his fault for making his sensei staying in that state?

Ichigo clutched at Grimmjow's clothes, pulling it with his hands. He put his head on Grimmjow's chest, leaning on it. "I don't know, Sensei... I don't know the answer... Is it my fault...?"

Grimmjow felt his clothes getting wet. Ichigo was crying quietly. The tears were flowing down from his eyes to his cheeks, wetting the clothes.

Grimmjow could help himself from thinking that Ichigo was really pure. Grimmjow was almost afraid to taint his purity. Grimmjow felt like such a jerk, wanting his student to satisfy his lust.

Grimmjow said, "No, it's not your fault..." Grimmjow pushed Ichigo away.

Grimmjow put his hands on Ichigo's shoulder. "I'm sorry for treating you this way. I'm sorry for upsetting you. I'm sorry for everything. Forgive me... I wish I didn't do this to you. I'm sorry for being such a jerk. I'm so sorry..." Many apologies wouldn't enough. It wouldn't change the fact that he had done a bad thing to his student.

Grimmjow wiped Ichigo's tears away with his hand. "Please, don't cry..."

Ichigo stood still. What was that? Why did his sensei ask for his forgiveness? Why did his sensei look so sad?

Ichigo didn't make any single move. Grimmjow took a deep breath. Sighing. Grimmjow turned back. "I'll take you home... Your clothes are on the couch..."

Grimmjow began to walk away, intended to take his car's key in his bedroom.

Ichigo went to the living room, took his clothes, and wore it.

Ichigo was tired. Tired of everything. His cries made his voice hoarse. It felt like having a sore throat. He decided a glass of water could help.

Ichigo went to the kitchen. Why did his sensei turn off the lights? It was dark, but he could still see, unclearly of course.

He found a glass of water on the table. He drank it.

It tasted weird, didn't taste like any normal mineral water.

But Ichigo kept drinking it.

"Don't!" Grimmjow yelled.

Too late. "What 'don't', Sensei?" Ichigo asked, he put the glass on the table.

"Erm... I meant... Don't drink the water..."

"Why?"

"I put... aphrodisiac in it..."

To be continued.

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