Hello people! Now, before you ask the question about the weird pairing, I honestly have no freaking idea where it came from. It just came out of nowhere and now I ship these two...hard. They don't even see each other in the series. *sigh* I had to get this idea out and you never know, other people may actually like this. I plan for the story to be a two-shot, maybe three.

Warnings! none for this chapter

I do not own Bleach. I simply own this plot and its characters.

The club pulsed to the steady beat of the bass, bodies moving together, pressing up against one another and leaving very little person space. On the outskirts of the dance floor, chairs and tables lined the walls, a small narrow pathway created in between the tables and dance floor just big enough for the waiters to get through. The sound of a glass shattered somewhere and Renji groaned as every cheered all at once, like the breaking of a simple cup was somehow so fascinating. Renji gripped his beer bottle tighter as he glared at the person who had brought him to the club in the first place and was now the reason his head felt like someone was taking a pick axe to it.

"Ichigo, can we go NOW?" His friend Ichigo, who was sitting across from him looked away from the dance floor and frowned at his comment.

"No. Jeez Renji, I brought you here to relax, not to sit and mope. We are dressed to kill and by the end of tonight, both me and you are leaving here with someone." Renji just grunted at Ichigo, who glared at him in return before turning his gaze back to the dance floor. Renji snuck a look at his friend, agreeing with him that he was dressed to kill. His swimmers build was covered in form fitting clothes, the shirt rising up every so often to show off a hinted 6-pack. His hair was spiked today, his orange hair coming down to slightly frame his face. And of course, with it being Ichigo, he had to have combat boots on. His whole look simply screamed that he more-or-less belonged in an S$M club. His evaluation of his friend was interrupted when a person blocked the light hitting their table. Renji glared up at the other person ready to tell them off, before the words died in his throat.

'This dudes fucking huge!'

Huge was an exaggeration. The man probably stood at a whooping 6'6" and was all muscle, built like a boxer. His hair was done up into spikes, only adding to his height and intimidation factor.

"You want something?" Ichigo asked, tilting his head slightly in a questioning manner. To anyone else, it looked like he was just curious. But since he and Renji had been friends for ever, Renji knew that it was all an act. Ichigo was wary and more than a little bit on edge.

"Yeah. I'd like a dance with a cutie like you." Both Renji and Ichigo blinked a couple of times, processing what he was saying. Soon, a smirk grew on Ichigo's lips and he slid out from his chair, pressing himself against the other mans chest.

"Names Ichigo, and sure, ill dance with you." The guy grinned and dragged Ichigo off to the dance floor, leaving Renji by himself at their table.

"Of course the bastard would ditch me." Renji grumbled out.

'At least he seems to be enjoying himself.' Thought Renji as he watched Ichigo and the boxer looking guy grinded against each other, their hands roaming each other's body.

'I should try to enjoy myself also.' Yet, Renji knew that it would be next to impossible for him to do so. After the nasty breakup with his boyfriend Byakuya (on their four year anniversary no less!), he just didn't have to enjoy to look into another relationship, even if it was just strictly a physical one. The bastard had said that he had grown tired of him and that he was also seeing another man. It didn't go over well and they ended up having an all out fist fight. Even the police were called in by the neighbors. After that, he had moved into Ichigo's flat and had been taken out every Friday night for the past 6 months to "relax". Renji knew it was Ichigo's way of showing he cared and was worried about him, but the weekly visits to the local's bars did nothing but give him a big headache.

"Can I get you anything else to drink sir?" Renji was brought out of his thoughts by a waiter, who looked at him patiently with a smile on her face.

"Yeah, I like a Jack Daniel please."

"Sure thing hun. Oh, and you don't have to pay for your next five drinks. The man over there paid them for you." Looking at the direction the waitress was pointing in, Renji sucked in a deep breath as the man she was pointing at looked right at him, his eyes focused solely on him.

"Tell him thanks but no thanks." The waiter nodded, telling him she would give the message before she scurried off, weaving through the masses of people with practiced ease to get to the man who was still staring at him. The strangers eyes ranked over his whole body and Renji willed away the blush that wanted to form on his cheeks. Renji did the same and was pleased by what he saw.

The guy was also extremely tall, but unlike the boxer looking dude, this one was skinny. It was a toothpick skinny but a lanky skinny; a skinny that probably hid powerful muscles. He was wearing mostly black, except of the streak of red in his hair and the design on his shirt, which said "Blood on the Dancefloor" in silver. His pants were snug against his legs and stretched in just the right ways. The only odd thing about him was that he had an eye patch over his left eye. He watched as the waiter finally made it to the guy, talking with him. The guys face fell but soon was replaced with a smirk. He chugged his drink and got up.

Realizing too late that the guy was making his way toward him, Renji was forced to stay in his chair. He didn't want to talk to him but for some reason, he had a feeling the guy wouldn't take too well him up and running away from him.

The guy slid into Ichigo's chair, grinning at Renji.

"Sorry to bother you, I saw you from across the room and I just had to come over and see why a hot piece of ass like you is doing by yourself." Frowning at the rude compliment, Renji huffed and looked away from him.

"Because I want to be."

"Hmmm, bad breakup?"

"What?" Renji squawked in surprise, turning back to the guy, who was looking at him rather seriously.

"I guess that means it was." Not knowing how to reply, Renji just stared at the table, missing the knowing smirk and barely concealed lust in the other guys eyes.

"My name is Nnoitra and if you let me, I'll help you forget about your nasty breakup." Nnoitra said, his voice sounding soft in the loud club.

"I'm fine. If fact, I was just leaving." Renji decided it was time to bail out; he didn't want what Nnoitra wanted but it seemed like he was determined to get his way.

"I don't think so." A hand shot out to grab his wrist. The look in Nnoitra's eyes truly scarred Renji to the bone. He had only felt this sort of fear three times in his life and in each situation; he had a very good reason to. Jerking out of Nnoitra's grasp, he flipped him off and stomped away, not looking back once until he had left the club and was down all the way to the street corner. Renji took in deep breaths as he tried to slow down his heart rate, pushing his long red hair out of his face.

'Looks like the guy didn't follow me.' Satisfied that he had evaded Nnoitra, he turned the corner, running head first into someone's chest.

"Sorry!" Looking up at who he ran in, Renji's eyes widened as Nnoitra stared down at him, his grin more sinister looking than the last time he saw it. Before he had a chance to get away, a piece of cloth was placed over his mouth, hands holding him in place as he tried breathing through the cloth.

The world started to slowly blur, shapes slowly merging together until they all seemed to be a moving colorful mass.

"I'll treat you real good tonight Renji. Believe me, you won't forget it." Renji muttered a protest before his eyes started drooping, his body going limp and falling against Nnoitra's. Slightly boney hands ran through his hair, brushing it away from his face.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you." As Renji started fall asleep, he couldn't help but ponder over one important thing that Nnoitra had said.

When did he ever tell him his name?

BAM! Now, you will just have to wait for the next chapter to find out what happens next. BWAHAHA! I'm not sure what the title is suppose to represent in the story but it was the only thing I could come up with.

Thank you for reading please review. I really want your feedback on this couple and just about the story in general. That, and reviews make me extremely happy :3