Drag

Summary: Being a Drag Queen or King was not about dressing up and whoring yourself. It was about becoming a different person and showing everyone who cared with a dance. Ichigo was a Drag Queen, and he loved every second of it. He meets Shiro and they fall in love but reality catches up with them both.

Chapter 1

Ichigo arched when Grimmjow thrust into him, closing his eyes and turning his head away. Tears built up in his eyes, a small cry escaping his throat. Grimmjow's hand covered his mouth, Ichigo's tears breaking through. They were on the floor, Grimmjow's dad awake downstairs, his sisters asleep not that far away. They had a small sleepover, Ichigo and Grimmjow sleeping on the floor, Karin and Yuzu on the king sized bed.

Ichigo reached up, needing comfort from the pain. Grimmjow's hair was thick but soft between his fingers, Ichigo pulling slightly when another hard thrust brushed over his sweet spot that helped stop the pain. But soon the confusing pleasure would dwindle away, leaving only pain.

Ichigo wanted to tell Grimmjow it hurt, it was their first time and he had wanted it to perfect. They had just finished high school and got into Karakura University and it was worth celebrating. The only one celebrating was Grimmjow.

He stopped after what seemed too long, seeing Ichigo's tears through the darkness. He leaned down, thrusting in shallowly, Ichigo's small pained cries muffled by his hand.

"Am I hurting you?" he whispered into his ear, Ichigo nodding his head. Grimmjow grunted before pulling out, rising up so his head was just below the edge of the bed. He stroked himself, Ichigo shivering. He wanted to curl into a ball, to wash away the pain and guilt he felt. The disgust was almost overwhelming, his body recoiling slightly when hot semen rushed over his stomach and thighs.

Grimmjow fell to the side of him, his fingers running through the cum before traveling down to Ichigo's hole. He touched him a bit on the outside before slipping his finger inside. That was Ichigo's first sexual encounter and how his innocent virginity was taken. He had sat in the shower, his ass burning and his lower back aching. Grimmjow moved to America the next day and Ichigo went to Karakura University. There, he shed all his nativity and lived.

After a dangerous encounter and almost getting gang raped with a bunch of drunken people he had called friends, Ichigo was rescued by one man.

Urahara wasn't a man of power, but a man of pleasure, entertainment, and knowledge. And with a major fix, he turned Ichigo into a man he had only wished to be. He began to work at his Club as a Drag Queen, and with it, his life began.

XDIDYOUKNOW?X

Ichigo pouted, bringing a lipstick brush to his lips. He smeared the red paste over his lips till they were as red as apples, rubbing his lips together to even out the texture.

"Hurry up Queen!" Renji yelled, Ichigo putting down the brush.

"Wait a second will ya!" he yelled back, picking up his orange wig. He slicked back his short hair, putting on the wig. He pinned it down with some bobby pins, smacking his lips before standing, slicking down the dress he wore. It was a beautiful black, strapless but hugging his waist and chest tightly. Red stripes were printed on the sides, the dress reaching about mid thigh, hugging his legs tight. He looked to his legs, the black stockings hiding the fact he hadn't shaved his legs for a week.

He was really hoping no one noticed. He checked over himself one more time, thinking of putting his straight haired wig into a ponytail.

Would that give him more of a bad girl look or just ruin the image?

"Ichigo!" Renji yelled, Ichigo walking swiftly away from the mirror, opening his dressing room door. He gasped, grabbing his black heels. He pulled them on, walking quickly from his room. He walked down a long hallway, dressing room doors opened. The dressing rooms were all connected in one big room on the right side of the building. The doors were just for decoration. He stepped out of the hallway into a mini bar, hardwood replaced with tile.

"Brandy," he ordered, a shot placed in front of him before he could sit. He downed it quickly to calm his jittery nerves, slamming the cup down before throwing his head back.

The bartender, Izuru, just shook his head.

"You make taking a shot look like a sexual orgasm," he chuckled, Ichigo sending him a nasty glare before heading to a white door and opening it. His ears were tormented by loud music and screams, the early hour already having most of the people in the club buzzed. It was Friday, people got off early and partied till Saturday came along with a hangover.

For Ichigo, the fun was just beginning. Renji was just finishing his dance, excited shivers making goosebumps rise over the exposed expansion of his arms and chest. He smiled wide when Renji bent over, shaking his ass to the howling crowd. Ichigo had to admit, he was attractive inside and out of his makeup. He rubbed his biceps, shaking off his nerves, waiting to be called.

They weren't strippers, at least not by normal standards.

A Drag Queen or King was a person who dressed and went out of their way achieve the appearance of the opposite sex all for the main purpose of entertaining. It was a conscious decision they had full control over. Renji finished his dance with a small kiss to the crowd, the light dimming as he picked up his money before leaving the stage. Urahara stepped onto the stage, a microphone in hand.

The day was turning to night, and there would soon be a switch in the way they danced or acted depending on their stage names. Ichigo was Queen, or by Renji's standards, the Queen of the Night. He liked that name.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we all know what this moment is." The hoard of people roared, his stage name starting from a low murmur and becoming a raging wave of voices. Ichigo felt like he shouldn't be so loved by the people, since he wasn't the oldest or most experienced person in the club. But, by his coworkers standards, he had earned this fame. He was raw and unique, and the people loved it.

Ichigo loved dancing. He had never felt so alive when he danced. Every muscle was in sync, every fiber of his being burned, and his mind was lost in an ecstasy of music and movement.

"Please be good subjects and welcome our beautiful, majestic, Queen!" Ichigo waited till Urahara lowered the microphone from his lips before stepping from the small corner, his steps slow, his eyes lidded and his smirk leaving no room for argument. Urahara walked off the stage after a low bow, the crowd going crazy. Ichigo looked into the crowd, breathing through his nose. His song was a slow tempo that rumbled the ground, almost a demanding trumpet and far from an innocent beat. It was hot, sexy, and exposed. It was Ichigo.

"Take it off!" a man yelled, Ichigo's smirk widening as he fingered the zipper on the front of his dress, his hips shaking as he danced to the center of the stage. He faced the crowd, touching a finger to his lip. He slowly pulled down the zipper, increasing the tension in the room tenfold as his creamy skin was exposed. His nipples hardened in the cold air, red tattoos leading away from his nipples and over his pectoral, stopping an inch or two from his spine. The lines went all the way down to his ribs, but after a brief glimpse of skin, a corset covered the rest of his upper torso from the hollering crowd.

He rolled his belly as the dress fell from his body, the dress falling to the floor. Silk underwear were attached by thin strips of cloth to the thigh high stockings. The crowd went wild. He went over to the pole, swinging around it slowly before jumping up, his legs holding on tight to the pole. He arched back, running his hands down his body, his legs suddenly loosening around the pole. He heard someone gasp but his hands touched the ground before he could hit his head, his body twisting like a feline as he got onto all fours on the floor.

He crawled towards the edge of the stage, rising up onto his knees. He smoothed his hair back, exposing his neck to the crowd. He lightly thrust into the air before going onto all fours, thrusting against the floor. The crowd went wild, money pushed into his corset some sneakily groping his nipples. They were animals, and he had full control over them. He got onto his feet, rolling his belly and thrusting into the air, running his hand through his hair.

Money was stuffed into his stockings and underwear as he danced in front of the crowd, Ichigo getting to his knees when a man raised a hundred note. The man was rather pale, the flashing lights coloring his skin with hues of red, yellow, purple, and pink. Ichigo got to all fours, inching that much closer to the crowd. Money was stuffed into his clothing, hands wise not to grope his groin. Money fell and Ichigo could hardly care, the man intriguing him. The hundred note was placed in his underwear, the man's fingers lingering just slightly.

Ichigo pulled away, his pelvis tingling just slightly from the contact. He crawled back to the pole, pressing his back against it before putting a finger to his left knee. He spread his legs, his hands skimming up his thigh over his underwear, fingering the bowed lace at the end of his corset. He pulled at his underwear, but then quickly closed his legs. He stood up, rubbing his ass against the pole before bending over, the cold metal feeling to almost beg to slip between his cheeks.

He rose back up, raising his arms above his head, grabbing the pole before sliding down, spreading his legs. His eyes met the pale man's again, his pelvis tingling again even though he hadn't touched him. His song came to an end, Ichigo twirling on the pole one last time before retrieving his money as the light dimmed.

He walked off the stage, picking up his dress on the way out. He walked back into the bar, sitting down on a stool. Renji was sitting there too, one dance enough for him for the night. They both had other jobs they had to attend, so they could dance no more than once a night. It was a dirty pleasure they both enjoyed. Renji was dressed down to his more male clothing, all make up removed. His long hair was put up in a ponytail, a shot of tequila in his hand.

Ichigo didn't know how he could stand that disgusting shit.

"That stuff is disgusting," Ichigo told him as he took the money from his clothing, Renji looking to him from the corner of his eyes.

"I'll wait here Queen," he mumbled, Ichigo sighing but heading toward the dressing rooms. He sat down, looking out of the corner of his eye to Rukia. She was slicking back her hair, her small body clad in a casual suit. Duck tape sat on the counter, Ichigo smirking.

"Your tits must hurt like hell," he teased, Rukia looking to him. She smirked.

"Your dick must be whimpering for air," she teased back, the two laughing off their insults. They had seen each other naked enough to know that insults did not go a very long way. He took off the corset and sighed in relief. He couldn't breath for crap in that thing.

He took off his heels then stripped off his underwear connected stockings, standing up naked and gathering any money that fell. He pulled on a dark pair of jeans before pulling off the wig, careful that it didn't pull at the sides of his hair or the center. He pulled on a plain purple shirt, throwing a gray jacket with fur on the hood over it. He put on a brown and beige striped scarf and some combat boots, shivering in the warmth. He counted the money, coming down to three hundred and fifty six.

"I don't think I'll ever get tired to seeing your naked ass," Renji commented from the door, Rukia on the stage. She never liked seeing him naked.

"Pirate, please don't harass me at work," Ichigo responded. Renji chuckled but didn't take offense to it. Ichigo grabbed his bag and they left out the backdoor which was connected to the minibar, Izuru waving them a good bye.

"Night!" Ichigo called over his shoulder, he and Renji starting their twenty minute walk home. They were roommates in a quite large apartment, having both a bathroom and kitchen. In some lower class apartments, there wasn't a bathroom. It was a two bedroom, though the rooms were small. Neither cared, they lived rather comfortable lives there.

Ichigo sighed, his breath appearing as white mist in front of him. It floated in place until he walked through it, the mist running over his cheeks and nose. He looked down when he felt a hand touch his, looking to Renji. He didn't look to him, just ahead. Ichigo bit his lip, bumping his hand against his. His fingers brushed his palm.

"Excuse me?" Ichigo was quick to return his hand to his side, looking over his shoulder. It was the pale man from the club, his skin even more pale in the moonlight. Ichigo gave him a small smile, his first thought of him screaming foreigner. His accent, more clear from his distance proving him right.

"I'm an exchange student from Africa, and I have forgotten where my apartment was at," the guy told them, Renji raising a brow.

He was a tad too white to be African.

Ichigo knew it was a sensitive matter but asked anyway.

"Are you an albino?" he asked, the guy nodding.

"I'm Zaki, but my friends here call me Shiro," he told them. Ichigo smiled, never before meeting an albino.

"I'm Ichigo, this my roommate Renji," he told him, a sudden heat coming from Renji.

"Have the address?" he asked, Shiro taking out a small piece of paper. Ichigo took it, Renji standing next to him, staring down at the paper with a frown. Ichigo smiled, handing the paper back to the albino.

"You are actually our neighbor. Just follow us," he told him, Shiro nodding. He tucked his paper back in his black sweater, the small thing definitely not protecting him from the Japan fall weather.

"Are you cold?" he asked as they walked to their apartment complex, looking over his shoulder. He could feel Renji's tension like a heat, and the jealousy was only making it hotter. Shiro shook his head.

"I am more used to hotter weather, but this cold weather is pretty relaxing," he told him, Ichigo smirking at that. He looked to Renji with a raised eyebrow when the heat became cold. His eyes drifted away from a parked car to him, his brown eyes jealous. Ichigo's eyes widened for a second before lowering, a small smile touching his lips. His fingers brushed over his palm again. His eyes softened, his hand closing around his fingers. Their hands did a small dance before their fingers linked, Renji's warmth making Ichigo shiver slightly.

"I know I shouldn't ask, but are you two going out?" Ichigo looked over his shoulder while Renji looked away.

"You can say that," he told him, Shiro smiling.

"I had a boyfriend back home, but he moved to America while I moved here," he told him, Ichigo's small smile faltering.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he murmured, feeling his show of love he had tried to hide but failed to was hurting Shiro's feelings. He probably missed his boyfriend and his show of love was like a scar to his memory.

Renji held tight onto his hand though, Ichigo's cheeks heating up. They walked in silence for the rest of the way, Renji letting go of Ichigo's hand as they entered the elevator. Ichigo pressed four, Shiro walking in and standing in front of them.

"I always hated elevators," Shiro muttered, Ichigo smiling. He had a terrible phobia of elevators but he and Renji had been working on it. He was less terrified, but his hands that were clinging to the rail behind him still spelled fear. The elevator stopped and they walked out, Shiro's room a few doors down from the elevator. Ichigo waited till Shiro got into his room before following Renji into theirs, not surprised when he was pushed against the door when he closed it.

"I don't see why you get so jealous," Ichigo sighed, Renji pressing his body close to his. Ichigo smiled when his hand slipped beneath his coat and shirt, teasing his skin.

"You refer to me as just a roommate. You know i'm a lot more than that." Ichigo accepted his kiss, his hand slipping into his pants. Ichigo moaned softly, reaching up and unzipping his coat. He arched off the door, the jacket's silky insides sliding down his body and to the floor. He locked to door.

His shirt was discarded to the ground along with his jeans and boots. He stood naked in front of Renji against the door, his eyes lidded with pleasure. His thighs shook as Renji took his cock into his mouth, his chest heaving. His hand rested on his head but didn't try to make him force down more than he could.

His tongue played with the slit before he took the entire head into his mouth, sucking around the prone flesh. Ichigo bit his lip, his other hand reaching up and pinching his nipple. It didn't feel as good as when Renji did it, Ichigo rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. That brought more of a reaction. His eyelids fluttered as Renji took him deeper before pulling back up, tonguing the slit. Ichigo pulled him away, going down to his knees.

"Enough," he muttered, leaning forward and kissing him. Renji let himself be pushed down onto his back, his tongue slipping into his mouth. Ichigo tilted his head to the side, sucking his tongue into his mouth. He grinded against him, whimpering from the friction his jeans created. He rose up, unzipping his jacket and pushing up his shirt, leaning down and licking his nipple. He slid his tongue over the tattoo there, biting down hard on his nipple. Renji arched with a deep sigh, closing his eyes as Ichigo's tongue pampered his many tattoo's.

Ichigo rose up, straddling Renji's thighs. He licked his lips, the salty taste of his skin lingering on his tongue. He unbuttoned his pants then pulled down the zipper, rising up so Renji could lift his hips. He pulled his pants down, glad he went commando. He leaned down and licked the head before putting his fingers into his mouth. He didn't need lube, and Renji didn't have the patience to wait.

Ichigo licked his three fingers till saliva slid down over his palm and wrist, pulling them out and rubbing them in the saliva on his palm. He rose up a little more and reached beneath himself. He grabbed his balls, running them over his wet palm, teasing himself into a stupor. He released them when Renji's hand grabbed his wrist.

"Don't forget about me," he muttered, Ichigo blinking back into reality. He let go of his balls and circled his hole with a finger, rising up slightly with a hiss as it sunk in. Renji rubbed his thighs, his right hand sliding up high and grabbing his cock.

"I saw you dance," he told him, Ichigo grunting as he worked the finger deeper, swishing it back and forth to stretch his hole.

"You had been so sexy when you spread your legs like a whore," he said with a smirk, Ichigo opening his eyes with a small groan. He put in another finger, shaking his hips at the intrusion.

"You were begging me to fuck you like one huh?" Renji asked, Ichigo moaning loudly. He removed his fingers after scissoring them a few times, spitting into his hand. He rubbed it on the tip of Renji's cock before grabbing the base and positioning it. He situated himself before lowering himself down, throwing his head back when Renji grabbed his waist and forced him down halfway.

Ichigo released the shaft and placed his hands on Renji's chest, panting from the sudden mix of pleasure and pain. He raised himself up, keeping only the head inside. He lowered himself up and down at a quick pace several times before lowering himself down halfway, his thighs shaking against his hips.

He couldn't touch his prostate with so little in him, but his body reacted like the pain was pleasure. His stomach tightened and that pressure built in his balls and tingled his spine, his orgasm crawling closer. He lowered himself that much more, taking in all of him. A sudden shock that made him jolt and nearly pull away completely snapped up his spine before shooting back down and squeezing his balls in a mock orgasm.

"Oh god," he gasped, grinding against that spot. Renji grabbed his ass, sinking his nails into his flesh. Ichigo cried out in pleasure when he held him in place and thrust up into him, going impossibly deeper.

"I'll make you my whore," Renji growled, Ichigo shaking his head with a cry. He grabbed his hands and pinned them to the ground, growling low in Renji's ear. He grunted when he was turned onto his back, his hands now pinned down to the floor. Renji showed him no mercy, thrusting hard and jagged into him. Ichigo thrust up his hips to meet his, his toes curling as his prostate was brushed against.

"I'm the Queen," he growled, his head unable to stay up, hitting the floor with a thud. Renji smirked, thrusting harder into him.

"Your a whore Queen," he growled, Ichigo wrapping his legs around his waist. He arched when teeth sunk into his neck, lightning shooting up his spine. He came with a hoarse scream, Renji grabbing his leg and pushing it close to his chest. Ichigo was oversensitive but Renji was far from finished.

Ichigo gasped, gritting his teeth as his erection slowly built back up, Renji pushing his leg closer to his chest before thrusting in harder. Ichigo arched when he bit his neck so hard he broke the skin, feeling warm blood slide down his neck.

"Ren-Renji not so hard," he gasped, crying out when he thrust in harder. The pleasure was slowly becoming pain, Ichigo reaching between his legs and stroking his erection.

"Renji!" he cried out, his other hand grabbing his shoulder. Hair that had fell from his ponytail trailed over his fingers, Ichigo writhing when he licked away the blood.

"Take it like a whore," Renji growled, Ichigo gasping when he suddenly pulled out. He cried out in shock when he was suddenly flipped onto all fours, his sounds of pleasure he had been trying to muffle breaking through as he thrust back into him. Renji grabbed Ichigo's thighs, spreading them as he thrust into him harder. Ichigo gasped and moaned, his thighs shaking and his erection leaking precum all over the floor. Renji released one of his thighs and grabbed his hair, thrusting into him like an animal.

"You like this don't you?" Renji growled, Ichigo yelping when he slapped his ass. He grit his teeth until he came, his hair released once the pulses in his body ceased. Ichigo stroked himself once and came all over the floor, his entire body sore. He tried not to fall onto the floor when Renji pulled out, his arms and legs shaking. Renji left to go get a towel to clean up, Ichigo falling on the side of his puddle of cum. He blinked blearily, a clear thought passing through his mind.

'I'm not a whore.'

Author's note: Renji isn't abusive, just insensitive. Ichigo has found himself the perfect life, but not the perfect man. Who does in this world or the next?