Disclaimer: I don't own characters of Bleach or make money off of any of this stuff... if I did own Bleach... Orihime wouldn't be in it -
Author's Note: Oy hey! Well this is my first EVER fanfic (woohoo!) Feel honoured that you're reading it, haha. Well if you like hot good smut-loveness... stuff, then you came to the right place, but I'm not going to put it in right away... I wont make you wait too long though -. Anyways, just so I don't get a ton of reviews saying "why do you spell colour and favourite with a U!!!!!!!?????" It's because thats the british way... and I've just always spelled it like that... so yeah. Hope you enjoy :D
"Ichigo..." the voice whispered softly. "Ichigo, please" it mewled.
Ichigo peered around him, he was in his bedroom with... Keigo!!? And Keigo... what was Keigo doing?
"mmm... Ichigo..." Keigo's hands dipped down over the red-head's shoulders and clasped onto his lower abdomen, slowly teasing his shirt up while simultaneously licking a path to Ichigo's ear. The shinigami's breath hitched and he moved to free himself of Keigo's strange embrace when suddenly the loud-mouthed classmate darted his tongue up along the shell of Ichigo's ear.
"K-Keigo! What are you (stifles moan) doing!?" Ichigo gasped.
He bit down in response on the red-head's neck, hard, and Ichigo could make out the barely audible moan the brunette gave as his embrace tightened and his fingers lazily went under the thin fabric of Ichigo's shirt and trailed along his abdomen.
Enough was enough. Without warning, Ichigo grabbed at the wrists of the brunette and yanked them up while placing his knee against Keigo's chest and pushing him up against the nearby wall. Now, Keigo was on his knees before Ichigo... and looking as eager as ever.
"Well... Ichigo... what did you have in mind."
Ichigo woke with a start. "Damnit!" he screeched. What the hell was that dream all about?He couldn't explain it, he'd never had a dream like that before, and as he looked down under the sheets he now could witness first hand what this awful dream had done to his body. Ichigo groaned and slipped his hand under his boxers, trying to refrain from picturing that damn brunette's mouth where his hand was now.
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Ichigo lazily made his way through the halls of school, knowing that whence he got to class he'd be brutally attacked by none-other then the loud-mouth who he'd dreamt about last night.
"Ichigo!" crap... this was going to be awkward. "Ichigo!" Keigo yelled, and the red-head couldn't help but recall the way Keigo had called his name last night in his dream.
"What do you want?" Ichigo bit out. Keigo came up behind Ichigo and hugged him, flush against his back.
"Ichigooooo!" Keigo wailed, "please come over tonight! I'm always so bored and we NEVER hang out anymore!" (Keigo was always desperate to hang out with Ichigo, and also extremely animated when he talked.:D)
Ichigo sighed, a part of him really wanted to see his friend, but that part also wanted to have his friend naked and layed down before him on his hands and knees, 'gah! What am I thinking about!' a blush rising to his cheeks as he inwardly yelled at himself and shook the image from his mind. Anyways, before that thought interrupted, Ichigo knew that he hadn't seen his friend for awhile, but he knew that it was going to be slightly awkward to be in Keigo's bedroom playing video games when Ichigo had just recently dreamt about Keigo on his knees. 'Oh crap! I'm thinking about it again!' the blush deepened and Ichigo just wanted this conversation to end, so he agreed to go to Keigo's house because if he didn't, Keigo would never leave him alone for the rest of that day.
"Really? You'll come over!?" Keigo beamed. "Awesome, I will see you there soon after school lets out, okay?"
"Yeah, whatever you say Keigo" and Keigo waltzed away as Ichigo tried to not stare at his ass and also attempt to figure out what to do about his predicament. 'Well, I'm probably getting worked up over nothing, it was just a silly dream and besides, I like girls', and with that, Ichigo had to refrain from thinking about the fact he never once found a girl (or really guy for that matter) attractive.
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As Ichigo entered his abode, he was greeted by his father attempting to kick him in the head, but Ichigo dodged it without actually attempting.
"Too slow old man." Ichigo sneered.
"Ah, my son, you are growing up to be a fine young man!" Isshin cried.
'I don't understand why he always tries to brutally attack me' Ichigo mused.
"Ichi-nii!" he heard Yuzu calling to him and looked up to see her beaming at him and Karin just scowling behind Yuzu like she normally did. Ichigo would never admit it but Karin was so much like him it was frightening at times.
"Hey Yuzu, Karin." Ichigo hugged the two girls. "Isshin, I'm going to a friend's house tonight, I'll be back after dinner." He didn't bother to wait for a reply but bolted upstairs to his room and closed the door, attempting to find something else to wear besides his school uniform. He decided on jeans and a t-shirt that were all just a little tight, trying to convince himself that the reason he chose these things was because they were so comfortable.
Ichigo arrived at Keigo's house soon there after, and knocked at the door. It was opened almost immediately by Keigo, still wearing his school uniform.
"Oi, Ichigo, umm... I was just about to take a shower and change, sorry, I guess you can just go to my room, I wont take long"
"Uh, alright." Ichigo replied, secretly wishing he could join Keigo.
Ichigo went to Keigo's room and sat down at the edge of his bed, looking around. The walls were a light jade-green colour, not the obnoxious colour of jade but the softer, yellower shade. Ichigo reminisced about how the colour seemed to match that of his loud-mouthed classmates' eyes. Ichigo looked over at Keigo's nightstand, where there were several pictures placed there in frames. Ichigo picked one up, it was a rather lovely picture of Orihime smiling and waving politely. 'Figures,' Ichigo thought almost angrily, 'he's always drooling over girls with huge racks... or really just girls in general.' He placed the picture down, harder then expected, and picked up another one. This one he liked, it was of Keigo and himself, Keigo jumping up onto Ichigo rubbing his fist into Ichigo's red hair. The shinigami couldn't help but chuckle to himself, thinking back to the days before he left to save Rukia. He was glad to be home now, with Rukia safe and the corruption in the Soul Society discovered, but he knew he'd eventually have to return to fight against Aizen, Gin, Tousen, and the Hollows.
"Ichigo." the shinigami was interrupted by his friend's returned presence. "Oi, you look like you were staring off into space just then."
"Oh, sorry," Ichigo replied half-heartedly, "I was just thinking about someone." and that was when Ichigo decided to look up and was now staring at a scantily clad Keigo, in nothing but a towel and dripping wet. 'Oh Gods' Ichigo thought, 'are you trying to kill me or make me completely ravish the bastard right here in his bedroom!?' Ichigo could feel a blush rising to his cheeks, and then a hand on his forehead.
"Ichigo, you're all flushed, are you feeling alright? I don't think you have a fever." The two boys were standing nearly up against each other as Keigo slid his hand away from Ichigo's forhead and peered into Ichigo's russet eyes, smiling lightly. The red-head pierced into those eyes, studying every burst of colour within the iris. He noted that on the outer rim of the iris, his eyes were grey but they soon faded to that beautiful jade green. His favourite part though, was right around the pupil were the colour was unmistakably yellow. Ichigo studied Keigo's smiling face too, their jaw lines were similar, but Keigo's face was slightly more angular and thin. Keigo's nose was very different though, Ichigo's nose was much straighter while Keigo's pointed up.
"Umm... I-Ichigo." Keigo stammered, but not moving away like Ichigo thought he would.
"What's wrong?" the brunette asked, figuring Ichigo was lost in thought again. The shinigami looked down at Keigo's pale, thin frame, eyes tracing every slight curve all the way to where the towel lay resting at the base of his hips, just barely covering his... what! Ichigo's eyes shot up to Keigo's face, trying to keep the scowl instead of looking shocked. 'Did Keigo have a slight erection? What the hell is going on here? Keigo isn't interested in men and even if he was he sure as hell wouldn't be interested in an ass like me.' it was too late for Ichigo to try to convince himself that he didn't see what he actually saw, and he subconsciously stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his slightly shorter friend, bringing their hips flush together. Keigo hesitated, but hugged back.
"What's wrong Ichigo? Are you alright, you seem like something is really bothering you" Ichigo couldn't say anything, his mouth went dry and he couldn't just sit there in this embrace and tell his friend, 'well I had a sexual dream about you last night and I think I realized that I might like you more then a friend' that would be insane! He'd lose his friendship! Ichigo couldn't help what his body wanted though, and he started trailing his right hand down over that towel and onto Keigo's ass, which to Ichigo's surprise was quite firm, and just the perfect size. He had to stifle the moan threatening to rip from his throat as his hand slowly grabbed his friend. Keigo's breath hitched and Ichigo swears that Keigo pressed against him harder.
"Ichigo," he mewled, "I-Ichigooo"
Oh shit, Keigo's voice went straight to his groin. He stopped his slow, lazy descent on his friend's ass and broke the embrace.
"Sorry," Ichigo sighed, "I'm just out of it."
Keigo looked to his friend knowingly, Ichigo hated the fact that Keigo dumbed himself down just to seem 'cool' or whatever the reason was, he was really so smart. In fact, he was probably smarter then Ichigo and Chad.
"Alright man, its fine... want to play some video games?" Keigo grinned widely, "oh... but let me change first." and Keigo ran to his closet and threw on some boxers and jeans and a beater. Ichigo had to mentally kick himself so that he wouldn't glance over at his friend while he changed.
The night went on without any reoccurrences of the erotic embrace, the two played video games and laughed and talked about school and life. Ichigo realized that he actually had fun and wondered why he had stopped hanging out with the brunette for so long. The time came to leave and Ichigo hugged his friend quickly, trying to refrain from placing his hand back to wear it had been earlier that night.
"See you in school tomorrow," Keigo beamed.
"Yeah... see ya." Ichigo said, almost sad that he had to return home.
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End to my 1st chapter, please review so I know if I should continue... if it's a complete crapfest then I shall never write agaaaiinn!! (overdramatic) Bye loves!