One of these days I'm going to complete a multi-chapter fanfic. Well I want this one to be the one I finish! I loved the idea from the moment I wrote it as a drabble in "Addicted To You". It's only thanks to TealEyedBeing that I decided to try writing it out.

So I'm proud to present the first and sorta short chapter of It Wasn't Me!!!! And if you are wondering it is based off the song "It Wasn't Me" by Shaggy.

A giggle and a loud thump came from behind a closed wooden door that's tan paint was beginning to peel off from old age and had a rusty number 15 nailed to it. The owners of the room had rented this old, shabby, and beat up apartment downtown from where they both grew up. They cleaned up the inside nicely, but left the outside the way it was from the start. Only having lived there for a little over a week, they didn't want to attract anymore unwanted attention than they had already received.

Inside, one would immediately find two redheads: one on the couch and the other on the floor in front of it. The one on the floor had crimson hair and tribal tattoos covering his body, while the one on the couch had more of an orange hair color. The tattooed man sat up to rub his back and shoot a glare at the younger male. "It's not funny Ichigo!" The man dubbed Ichigo chuckled all the while offering a hand to his partner who smacked it away. "I don't need your damn help asshole; I can get up just fine on my own." He got to his feet and stormed away into the bathroom with a little limp in his gait.

Once Ichigo got his laughter under control he sighed in contempt while leaning back on the couch. He ran a hand over his face and it settled over his mouth as thoughts ran rapt through his head. It wasn't that he disliked his boyfriend, quite the contrary, but with them both working totally different hours of the day it was becoming a strain on their relationship. Ichigo worked mornings and afternoons and got Saturday off, while Renji worked the night shifts and got Wednesday off. There was hardly enough time to see each other without one of them being tired or sick; when they did get the rare time together one of them was almost always in a bad mood, like today. Life couldn't have been harder at the moment. He missed the times before they got jobs when they could sit on the couch and make out while they had a movie playing and popcorn covering the room, or when they could make sweet, slow love in bed with not a care in the world about what time it was or if the neighbors beside and below could hear them or not.

Even if that was only two weeks ago when they were forced out into the real world by Renji's father who said they needed to "grow up and get jobs already"; mainly considering Renji was 23 and Ichigo was 20. Ichigo had been the one to suggest they get a small apartment and was the one whose name was signed on the rental agreement.

The bathroom door swung open to reveal Renji standing in the doorway with a towel draped over his head and one barely tied to his waist with steam rushing out around him. Ichigo snapped from his musing to get off the couch and saunter over to the tattooed man and wrap his arms around his waist. His gesture was returned wholeheartedly and he mumbled an "I'm sorry" as he buried his face into the other man's chest. One of his hands came up to trace the black tattoos that adorned his lover's lower stomach.

Renji moved one hand to grasp the back of Ichigo's head and kissed the top of his head as he gently rocked them back and forth sighing. "What are ya sorry for, idiot?"

Ichigo planted kisses around the tattoos he had been fingering and slowly made his way up. As he came near a nipple he took it into his mouth to suck and lavish it, earning a low groan from his partner. In his haste he inadvertently ignored the other one and licked up his neck until he reached the jaw bone right below his ear. Then he began to suck and lightly nibble on tan skin to leave a mark. Before he started to kiss him again, his hair was pulled and he was forced to look up. "Don't ignore me. Why are ya sorry?"

"…for laughing at you when you fell off the couch and making you mad." Ichigo muttered under his breath hoping Renji wouldn't hear him because it sounded stupid. Laughter filled his ears and vibrations reverberated through his chest as Renji couldn't hold it in. He spun Ichigo around and walked them to the bedroom, paying no attention to the glare Ichigo sent his way.

Entering the room, he let go of Ichigo and nudged him in the direction of their bed prior to untying the towel on his waist and letting it drop to the floor. The younger man crawled onto the bed and sat in the middle of soft, silky, black sheets. He watched amused as his lover stalked around the bed with a wide grin on his face. Renji suddenly jumped and tackled Ichigo, who squeaked in surprise as a hot mouth assaulted his own and a wet muscle slipped past his lips and settled next to his. Their tongues danced to an unknown beat and fought for dominance before Ichigo happily let him win.

Moans came from both redheads in addition to the room rapidly beginning to heat up. Renji grabbed the edge of Ichigo's slacks and pulled both them and his boxers off in one swift movement. He began to grind into Ichigo, first moving slowly then gaining speed as the need for more friction grew. Ichigo wrapped his arms behind his lover's neck and pulled him into a passionate, demanding kiss. As the intensity of the kiss grew, the familiar chime of a cell phone sounded and the couple blatantly ignored it.

A few seconds passed and the ring tone ended with a tiny beep. Ichigo pulled away from the kiss and turned a questioning gaze to his partner who muttered an unintelligent hum. "Aren't you going to answer that? What if it was something important?"

Renji shrugged his shoulders. "Who cares at the moment? If it was important they will leave a message or call me back later." Not even a moment after he said that his phone began to vibrate, announcing the incoming text message that was sure to make him mad. "Goddamn it!"

He angrily snatched the phone off the nightstand and flipped it open. It was his boss telling him to come into work early for a staff meeting that was scheduled an hour from now. Sighing he put it back on the dresser and kissed Ichigo's forehead. "Sorry but I gotta go into work early for some stupid meeting." With that he walked into the bathroom to get ready leaving Ichigo sprawled out on the bed with a painful boner to take care of himself.

Please tell me what you think of this so far, and if you haven't you should read my drabbles in "Addicted To You"!! XD