Disclaimer: I don't own BLEACH.

Title: A Scandal in Karakura High School!

Summary: IchigoxShinji. Shinji and Ichigo have been caught by someone doing unspeakable things to each other! Even worse, how will they catch the voyeur before the St. Valentine's Day newsletter is released to the whole school with the evidence? AUish, Yaoi. R&R!

Author Notes: Hello! Welcome to my first story! I really had to limit myself to make this T-rated (and therefore Taza-and-Shinsya-safe... kinda.)! Anyways, this has a central pairing of Kurosaki Ichigo/Hirako Shinji with some minor pairings such as Hollow Ichigo/Shinji and Kon/Shinji. There will not be as much action between the two of them by request. The kind of action that I want is reserved for M-rated fics. Bleh.

Chapter I: Shinji and Ichigo?! The Voyeur!

Friday, February 7th.

Kurosaki Ichigo shoved Hirako Shinji back into a desk, gripping his hips tightly.

Shinji winced, the desk arching him into Ichigo's embrace. He opened his mouth to tell Ichigo to be more gentle, but the orange-haired shinigami crushed their lips together in an angry kiss.

Shinji found himself somewhat lying on the desk, and his legs were being forced apart. He was trembling, and it excited Ichigo.

Ichigo's fingers deftly undid the buttons on Shinji's shirt, his nails scraping against exposed flesh. He smirked lightly when the vizard responded with a shudder.

The shirt was tugged down Shinji's shoulders to hang uselessly from his elbows.

"Kurosaki-kun... I think... I think we should stop," Shinji gasped out, involuntarily lifting his hips when Ichigo's fingers raked down his quivering abdomen to the top of his school-issued pants.

"Why?" Ichigo growled, his rough tongue raising goose-flesh on the vizard's neck as he laved it. His mind was hazy with raw lust.

A dizziness overtook Shinji, and he reached out to grasp Ichigo's forearms for support. "Someone... migh' discover us..."

They were in an empty, dark classroom that Ichigo had caught Shinji by surprise with by trapping him in it. Naturally, it was the perfect chance for Ichigo to release his sexual frustration on the new student.

Ichigo didn't know why he harbored such a want for Shinji, and he had fought it for several weeks now.

However, when he had followed Shinji to the top floor of Karakura High School, eavesdropping on his conversation on a cell phone with a loud, obnoxious girl, a pang of animalistic lust struck him when Shinji had bent over to retrieve the fallen wristband he had been toying with nervously.

Shinji held Ichigo at arm's length when he had reached for the blond-haired boy again. He furrowed his brow and started to climb off the desk. "Kurosaki-kun—"

Ichigo easily broke out of Shinji's hold and prevented him from leaving by locking his wrists together for a moment. He glanced around, annoyed, searching for the teacher's desk. When he spotted it in the corner, he backed Shinji towards it, slamming him down on the top so that he was lying face-up.

Ichigo cut off whatever Shinji had been about to say when he stuffed a finger into his mouth.

"Suck," Ichigo ordered, grinding against him.

Shinji arched at the contact of their lower bodies. He took a few seconds to process Ichigo's command and tentatively sucked on the tan digit that invaded his mouth.

Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut and ground down on Shinji with more fervor, relishing the cry that escaped the vizard's throat.

The lips that wrapped gently around his finger and the tongue that lapped up and down the length of it were sending Ichigo over the edge. He didn't know how long he could control himself.

"Ahh... Ichi...!" Shinji panted, his tongue ring brushing against Ichigo's reddened finger. He whined and reached down.

Ichigo realized what he wanted and slapped his hand away. The shinigami undid Shinji's pants and slid his hand underneath the clothing.

Shinji threw his head back, mouth open in a silent moan.

A string of saliva connected his tongue and Ichigo's dripping finger.

Ichigo watched Shinji's expressions in fascination as his hand moved up and down.

A deep blush stained the vizard's cheeks, and he moaned loudly, threading his hands through Ichigo's surprisingly soft orange locks.

A flash startled them out of their arousal. They untangled themselves and jumped up in time to see a dark figure flee the room with a camera in its grasp.

Shinji slid down to the floor, hiding his face in shame. He peered up at Ichigo's murderous expression through his fingers.

"C'mon," Ichigo hissed, pulling Shinji to his feet.

Shinji hurriedly buttoned his pants and shirt, cheeks flaming in embarrassment.

They sped out the door and were dismayed to find an empty, silent hallway.

Ichigo cursed to himself and delivered a kick to the nearest wall.

Shinji nervously rubbed the back of his neck. He sidled up to Ichigo, laying a hand on his shoulder. "I knew we were goin' t' be caugh'."

Ichigo glared at Shinji half-heartedly and crossed his arms.

Shinji rubbed desperately at his cheeks, willing the redness to recede. He started towards the staircase at the end of the hallway, but he stopped when he stepped on something.

Shinji lifted his foot to reveal a crumpled piece of paper. He snatched it from the ground and scanned it quickly.

"'Meet me behind Karakura High School at noon on Saturday, February 9th fer discussion 'bou' the Valentine's Day newsletter,'" Shinji read aloud to Ichigo, shrugging his shoulders. "Tha' person must 'ave dropped it."

Ichigo's eyes widened. "The Valentine's Day newsletter! I forgot about that!"

"Hm?" Shinji threw a questioning look over at Ichigo, tossing the paper back onto the floor.

"It's something that this school does for Valentine's Day. They release a paper that every student will receive. It's stupid. But, that's not the point! The point is that this person has a picture that could be published in the newsletter!"

Shinji stiffened. He wasn't proud of how he knew he must look in that picture.

"That note proves that whoever took the picture works on the newsletter," Ichigo hissed.

"'Ow 'bou' we try t' get the picture back?" Shinji asked, taking a step towards Ichigo, a pleading expression dominating his face. "I can't... I can't 'ave tha' published!"

"Duh, Hirako," Ichigo growled. "I can't have that published, either! I'm in it, too!"

Shinji winced at his tone.

There was silence for a moment.

Then, Ichigo glowered at Shinji. "If you weren't so loud, we wouldn't have been discovered! This is your fault!"

To retaliate, Shinji spat, "Well, if ya didn' force me into tha' classroom an' take advantage o' me, this whole thin' wouldn' 'ave happened!"

"I seem to remember you liking it, Hirako. Does 'Ahh... Ichi...!' sound familiar?"

Shinji flushed angrily. "Shuddup."

They turned their backs to each other.

"Wha'ever. If we're gonna get tha' picture back, we need t' be behind this school building at noon tomorrow," Shinji grumbled.

"Right."

Without saying anything more, they stalked away in opposite directions.