Author: IchigoGalaxy
Title: Trouble
Warning: M Rating. YAOI, M/M pairings. IchigoXShinji, and others.
*Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo, he's such a genius!
Summary: A night out clubbing with Shinji would be an experience that changes Ichigo, and he's not sure if it's for the better. He can't even remember most of the night! But he remembers (some of) the important parts…
It was hot. Ichigo rolled over in his bed and stared out the window, the moon light shining down on his face. There was no air moving outside, the night bringing no relief to the stifling temperatures of the day. He closed his eyes and tried to will himself to sleep, and he actually began to doze off when a puff of wind hit his face.
"Yo, Ichigo."
Ichigo shot up out of his bed and nearly hit the floor; he looked up to find Shinji standing upside down just outside his window, the huge Cheshire grin on his face.
"The hell Shinji! What are you doing here?" Ichigo sat on his bed as Shinji entered his room and sat beside him. He looked at the clock and frowned, it was only eleven thirty at night. He rubbed his face and groaned; he laid there over an hour and still couldn't fall asleep. His hollow was now restless and began to complain in his head, but Ichigo ignored him.
"Just checking up on my strawberry," Shinji said with a grin and nudged Ichigo in the side. Ichigo elbowed him back.
"Don't call me that! Damn Shinji, for real, I was trying to sleep," he flopped back on the bed and closed his eyes.
Shinji stared at Ichigo's glistening bare chest before he spoke, "Wanna have some fun tonight?"
Ichigo opened his eyes and narrowed them as he asked, "What kind of 'fun' are we talking about?" He never knew when it came to Shinji.
"Clubbin' of course! Come on, get up Ichigo!" Shinji went to his closet to look through his clothes, turning on the desk lamp as he went. He removed a sleeping Kon from the closet, making sure not to wake him so he wouldn't annoy them.
"Shit Shinji, not so loud!" Ichigo hissed, "I'm not the only one who lives here, remember?" He got up and snatched the underwear Shinji was holding up, blushing at the smirk on Shinji's face.
"They were a gift, asshole," Shinji chuckled as Ichigo put away the yellow boxers with little strawberries all over them, Ichigo silently cursing his father for buying them. He looked up when Shinji suddenly turned around with a pair of pants and a shirt in his hands. He threw the clothes at him.
"Put these on, and hurry up," Shinji crossed his arms and tapped his foot, waiting for Ichigo to get moving.
Ichigo looked at the red shirt and the pants, one leg leather and the other a black and white checker pattern, and mumbled as he donned the shirt, "I never said I was going."
Shinji smirked at Ichigo and couldn't take his eyes off him as he pushed his shorts down and pulled on the pants, wishing he could see more and cursing the underwear Ichigo was wearing. Ichigo found some red shoes and put them on.
"Let's go!" said Shinji as he jumped out the window, Ichigo sighing in resignation and following. It was better than failing at going to sleep that night. When they reached the corner, they were greeted by Yumichika and Ikkaku, both with an annoyed expression on their faces.
"Ikkaku, Yumichika, you're here too?" Ichigo asked with surprise.
"That took too fuckin' long!" Ikkaku said as he turned and started walking, Yumi greeting Ichigo before following him.
"Ha!" Shinji said as they followed, making their way through town to a seedier neighborhood Ichigo barely visited, "you're just mad 'cus he's with me!" He pulled an uncomfortable Ichigo towards him by the waist.
"Che, I got all I need right here," Ikkaku replied, grabbing Yumi on the ass and smirking as he jumped a little. Ichigo's cheeks got warm as he watched the pair, him having never seen them be so…intimate. His face went a deeper shade of red when he realized that Shinji was still holding him and stepped away, Shinji's arm falling from his waist.
When they arrived at the club, there were drunken people outside and couples making out. There were barely any lights to illuminate the hazy air around the club and Ichigo's suspicions rose when they approached the door.
"You all do remember how old I am right?" Ichigo asked, being eighteen was cool and all but he had never been to a place like this before. He blinked when a card was shoved in his face.
"Just show them this and keep yer mouth shut," Shinji said as Ichigo took the proffered card.
"What the hell is with this picture?" Ichigo looked at it in disbelief. His hair was longer and his face looked older. But his face was a "fuck off" face and his smile more resembled a sneer.
Shinji looked back from the door, Ikkaku and Yumi already inside, "I asked Urahara to create a picture, now hurry up, I wanna dance!" Ichigo shook his head and followed, he definitely wasn't letting Urahara get away with this!
They found Ikkaku and Yumi by the bar, drinks in hand. They waved over to Shinji and Ichigo.
"Kurosaki, here," Ikkaku shoved a shot into Ichigo's hands, another going to Shinji who downed it in one go and waved for another. Ichigo's eyebrow rose, he had never taken a shot before. He still had two years until it was legal for him!
Shinji huffed in frustration, "Just drink it! No one cares, and besides, you've done enough to deserve that drink." He was moving his hands in an encouraging manner and Ichigo gingerly put it to his mouth, it burned his throat as it went down. He coughed and grimaced at the burn in his gut and handed the glass back to Shinji, who replaced it with another shot.
"You gotta get drunk, I wanna see it," Shinji said at the face Ichigo made and watched as he drank it. He grabbed Ichigo's arm and led him out to the dance floor. He began to move his body against Ichigo's in time to the pulsing beat.
Ichigo saw Ikkaku and Yumi through the crowd, hands all over one another with Ikkaku behind Yumi, sucking his neck, both their eyes closed. The flashing lights, loud music, and shots of whatever that was were beginning to get to him. He moved his body with Shinji as arms went around his neck. Ichigo's hands traveled down Shinji's sides and pulled him close, slowly moving his hands over his ass.
Shinji moaned at the contact, this was getting good and going better than he thought it would. Shinji already past tipsy, he brushed his lips against Ichigo's and felt him stiffen before relaxing and returning the kiss.
Ichigo's head was spinning and his mind was in a haze when felt lips upon his own. He stiffened. Even though they had become close, he never felt that way about him, and was shocked by what was happening. But he didn't mind, didn't mind at all actually…
Their bodies were close, pressed tightly together, lips locked in a slow, slow kiss. Their movements were becoming sloppier, especially Shinji, who had snuck in a third shot of Patron, since he planned on getting wasted. All of a sudden, Ichigo doubled over and held his hand to his mouth. Shinji's eyes widened and grabbed him by the arm, rushing him to the bathroom. They barely made it before Ichigo emptied his stomach in the toilet.
Shinji was laughing when he said, "First time's a bitch." He remembered all those years ago when he had his first drink and shook his head. He actually couldn't remember that well which further proved his point.
"I feel like shit," Ichigo said straightening him body and wiping his mouth, he pushed past Shinji to the sink to wash out his mouth. Shinji came up behind him and grabbed his waist.
"How 'bout he ditch this joint, ne?" He breathed into Ichigo's ear. Ichigo sighed and nodded. They left the bathroom and found the other two against the wall, Yumi dancing up and down Ikkaku in a way that made Ichigo get gooseflesh.
"Oi! We're leavin', you two comin'?" Shinji shouted. Yumi was licking Ikkaku's ear by then before he answered.
"Yeah, we need to finish this elsewhere," he breathed and then they all left stumbling out the club, Ichigo unconsciously heading back home and hugging Shinji close. Yumi and Ikkaku went in another direction, barely saying goodbye.
When they finally reached the house, Shinji jumped holding Ichigo and they entered his room through the window.
The last thing Ichigo remembered was taking off Shinji's clothes and Shinji removing his and them falling on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs.
He groaned out of his sleep as he heard a loud rattling sound from the door. His head was pounding and he felt too warm. That's when he noticed Shinji asleep against him, both of them as naked as the day they were born. Ichigo's eyes widened as fragmented memories rushed to greet him, panic growing when someone pounded on the door.
Ichigo tried to get up but couldn't move fast enough. Shinji began to stir and frown at the loud noises, mumbling something incoherent.
Then suddenly, the door burst open to his father running in, "Ichigooo! Good Morning!" Just before his dad was about to tackle him on the bed, he stopped short at the sight before him.
Shinji bolted up at the yelling, Ichigo as still as stone. He looked to the face of a furious Isshin Kurosaki and said, "Ah shit."
"What the hell is going on here?!" Isshin boomed, all playfulness gone. He stared at the two pairs of shocked eyes looking back at him.
A/N- Hey everyone! Thanks to those who read this story! This is my first for Bleach and a first IchigoXShinji fic. Please review, they are more than welcome! I need to know if anyone likes it. Remember, feedback is food to a writer's soul! LOL. I want to continue this story and follow Ichigo and Shinji to see what happens between them!