Title: Bad Romance
Author:zealot1138
Pairing: Renji x Ichigo
Rating: M (for language, situations, yaoi – angst, romance, sex, fluff)

Summary: AU. Ichigo is so NOT gay, so when he goes to the exclusive bordello Club Sakura, will a certain redhead named Renji make him think twice?

Disclaimer for the entire story: I do NOT own any of these characters from BLEACH which belongs to Tite Kubo et al. Thank you.

DISCLAIMER: All characters depicted in sexual situations in this post/fanfiction/fanart (including material in the comments) are fictional and are intended to be and considered to be by the author of said material of the legal age of consent in the United States state of California, regardless of what age these characters may be in the material they are derived from.

OK folks, so the smex has arrived. And let me get this out here by saying my fic, even though it's modern AU, will not discuss the concept of using protection, safe sex, etc.

Yes, I totally believe in it and feel everyone should practice it. However, this is a work of fiction and it's hard enough (for me) writing the smex and trying to add in the use of condoms and telling everyone to be safe – oy vey. Fuhgedaboutit. So, that's that.

I'm not a very good smex writer so, that's that.

Please enjoy. XD

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Chapter 10

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Ichigo turned off the television when the movie ended and he got back up to grab another drink. Still uncomfortable with his hangover, he stayed away from any alcohol but he'd also started getting bored waiting for Renji. Well, he wasn't so much bored as he was getting anxious waiting; wanting the redhead there with him.

After putting a lot of thought as to what he wondered it would mean to want to be with Renji, knowing he would be with other men, Ichigo had still decided he wanted to give it a try. He never shied away from anything before just because it might be tough or a challenge. But even now, feeling so restless just waiting for Renji to return, Ichigo knew this was something he wanted; and right now, he wanted Renji to come back and stay with him for the night so he could tell him as much.

As he started to head for the kitchen, he thought he heard the door unlocking across the room, so he stayed rooted to the spot, wanting to see Renji.

Renji walked in backwards, clearly in the middle of a conversation. "Be right back – so I'll be just the way you like." His voice was smooth and elegant – a tone that was unlike any Ichigo had heard before. Only when the door was closed and the locks bolted did Renji turn around.

Burgundy eyes lifted to look at Ichigo, but Renji's face was a mix of happiness and a tinge of sadness. "Hey, Ichigo… I have to work now, so-"

"Do you want me to leave," spoke Ichigo, more as a challenge than a question.

Renji walked over to Ichigo but stopped just short of holding him by the shoulders before responding. "Honestly, no. But I can't have you here while I do… that." He motioned with his head towards that door that Ichigo despised.

"What if I don't want to leave? Wou-would you be ok with that? If I told you I refuse to leave right now?"

"Ichigo!-" Just then a sort of light tapping came at that door with a very muffled voice saying, "Renji-kun! What's taking you so long! Can I help you change?! That might be fun, too!"

Renji turned and rushed back towards the door to reply loudly but in a matching sweet sing-song like voice, "I'll be right there!"

He then hurried back to Ichigo and did grasp his shoulders this time. "OK. This is so against all protocol, but yeah, I want you to stay, too. Of course, I hope this won't change your mind."

"What are you-"

"I came in just to change. This guy," Renji said as he jabbed his thumb towards the door, "likes cosplay. Shit… I don't want you to see me dressed that way but- I gotta hurry."

Renji rushed into the closet and Ichigo fought the urge to follow him in. I guess I'll see him soon enough anyway since he's got to come back out here.

Within a couple of minutes, Renji spoke, "I am so going to regret this but I'm coming out, Ichigo."

Ichigo walked over to stand by the closet entrance to see Renji emerge. The orange-haired teen nearly burst a blood vessel as his eyes grew wide as saucers at seeing Renji in his cosplay gear.

The tall redhead was even taller and dressed in a short, tight-fitting French maid's outfit. The top was only the white frilly lace apron upper so his shoulders and arms and most of his chest was bare which showed off the tribal tattoos in all its dark on light inky glory. The ruffled skirt was so short that from the front, it barely covered his crotch, which made Ichigo pretty sure that once he saw Renji's backside, he was sure he'd get a glimpse of some curvy and muscular flesh. The crimson mane was pulled up and held by a clip in a loose French twist with a white frilly maid's hat on his crown. Finishing off the look was over-the-knee black patent wedge boots that made the redhead now tower over Ichigo. And in Renji's hand was a stereotypical plumed feather duster.

A sarcastic yet slightly nervous voice asked, "So, what do you think?" Renji's face showed he expected an outburst of disgust or some form of unpleasantness from the younger lad, but instead, Ichigo's eyes remained wide while his mouth remained shut.

Renji looked like he wanted to say something else but instead, he chose to leave and return to his waiting client. Without turning around, he said, "I'll try to come back as fast as I can."

Ichigo merely nodded as he watched Renji (and the curvy rear he knew he'd wouldn't miss, and didn't) go through the door. Ichigo walked back to the sofa and plopped himself down so he could reassess the situation and his feelings. What the hell- what is up with that? Outfits and shit?

And yet, as indignant as Ichigo wanted to feel, instead he felt his cock twitch as it was growing hard, fast, as the image of Renji in the sexy maid's outfit burned into his mind.

"Fuck!" Ichigo placed one hand over his erection, willing it to disappear, but instead, the urge to stroke it until he could find release was starting to take over. And against his better judgment, but overcome with curiosity, Ichigo approached the door that separated him from the redhead. He knew it was wrong, but he tried to listen to the other room by putting his ear against the door. But between the good insulation and the large space of the dark client's room Ichigo remembered that rested on the other side, the most he could make out were mumbles and simple words like, "yes" and "please."

Ichigo sank to the floor and turned to sit with his back to the wall next to the door. His hand returned to cover his cock which was straining against his tight jeans. Ichigo wanted to stroke himself to relieve the pressure in his groin, but he also wasn't sure about doing that in a strange place and knowing that Renji could walk in on him.

Too timid to do anything about it, Ichigo compromised by rubbing his hand over his erection, trying to find some pleasure from the friction. It wasn't as gratifying as his hand on his dick, but it was starting to feel a bit more pleasurable.

After a few minutes and unable to hold back any longer, Ichigo started to unbutton his jeans and reach for the fly when he heard the door lock tumblers turn. He immediately scrambled to his feet but, in his surprise, he had forgotten his jeans were unbuttoned with the fly close to falling down on its own against the strain of his erection.

Renji walked in and was a tad startled to find Ichigo so close to the door. He was about to ask Ichigo if anything was wrong when he noticed the disheveled appearance of Ichigo's attire and the bulge in his jeans.

"Ichigo, will you let me help you with this?" Renji gently place his hand over Ichigo's erection as he looked into the brown eyes, waiting for permission.

Ichigo felt a jolt shudder through his body at Renji's touch. He wanted the redhead but was hesitant about the situation. As if reading his mind, Renji spoke, "I wouldn't offer myself to you as sloppy seconds, Ichigo."

Renji's slowly worked his way around Ichigo, as he continued speaking. "My client – tonight, he only wanted a fluff job and that's what he got. He's actually got a beautiful wife at home, but she's such an incredibly strong and independent woman, she would never play docile for him. So… he comes here to see me be his little domestic slave. He gets off on me, and a few others here, dressing up like maids and he has us clean up as if we worked in one of his shops. He's the CEO of a large chain of well-known markets, I might add. 'Course, I can't tell ya which. And, thanks to the call he just got from her, he left sooner than expected."

By now, Renji had ended up standing behind Ichigo, pressed against the shorter man's back; arms wrapped around the smaller waist with one hand at the zipper of Ichigo's jeans and the other squeezing his erection gently but firmly.

Ichigo seemed to murmur as he began to nod his head. "One thing… can you lose the shoes? You're now freakishly tall, and it's sort of unnerving me."

Renji immediately unzipped the boots to shed them off as fast as he could. Now barefooted, he grabbed Ichigo's hand and started leading his towards the bedroom. As Renji's free hand started to reach for the white frilly hat on his head, he stopped suddenly. He turned to look at Ichigo, who was now standing next to the edge of his bed. "Ichigo, would it help you if I kept all this on? I know you still feel uncomfortable about being with… a guy."

At this, Ichigo closed the gap between them to stand in front of the redhead. He put both of his hands on the little hat and gently pulled it off the crimson tresses. "Renji, if there's one thing I realized today is this – girl or guy – it doesn't matter. I realize – I want you. Renji."

And with this surprise admission, they both leaned in towards one another for a kiss. As lips met one another's, mouths parted as tongues entered to twist and taste the other's warm caverns. What started as sweet became heavy with desire as the kiss deepened.

"Take it off, Renji. I want just you."

Renji started by releasing the clip holding up his hair, letting the red locks cascade in a roll of crimson waves to tumble past his shoulders falling around his face. His hands started to pull at the outfit when Ichigo's own started to help pull the outfit apart. There was no waiting for buttons or zippers as the flimsy lace started to rip. The sound seemed to fuel their desires as hands began to grope wildly pulling and tugging at the rest of Ichigo's clothing as well.

Renji, while still pulling at Ichigo's arms and kissing him furiously, climbed on to his bed, teasing and urging Ichigo to follow Once both bodies were centered, Renji lied down on his back, keeping his hands on Ichigo's face as the younger man centered himself above the redhead's naked form. "Ichigo, I want you so much… but today, I want you to take me. I want this to be as comfortable for you as I can make it so, I'm not going to do anything that you probably haven't done before… but I hope we can… next time..."

"Renji, you don't have to treat me like-" The sentiment was cut off as the redhead pulled down Ichigo's face roughly to lavish him with a deep kiss, pushing his tongue into the other's mouth, lapping at his insides while wringing his short orange hair with his long fingers. Ichigo lost his train of thought as he rested his crotch atop the body below his, grinding their hardened cocks together. Both mouths moaned at the friction that gave them a pleasurable sensation. As Ichigo continued to push his hips into the other, grinding harder, Renji's hands slid down across the teen's taut back muscles to land atop his ass as he squeezed the two round mounds of muscles hard. Ichigo gasped in surprise at the strength in the hands, his breath heavy in Renji's mouth as his lips parted. "Hey!"

"Ichigo, one sec." Renji rolled on the bed and reached down for his discarded outfit. From the front apron, he pulled out his cell and a small bottle of lubricant. He tossed the cell phone on his nightstand as he rolled back towards Ichigo with the lubricant in hand. "Lie down."

Ichigo did as he was told, keeping his eyes on Renji's own but also watching the redhead's hands for movement. Once Ichigo was lying on the bed, Renji positioned himself between the other's legs. Ichigo watched as Renji flipped open the top of the small bottle and poured some of the clear liquid into his hand. Once he closed the top, he tossed it on the bed and started to spread the liquid between his palms, coating them thoroughly to the tips of his fingers. He did this slowly and without rushing, the whole time keeping his burgundy eyes locked onto the chocolate brown ones that couldn't look away as if mesmerized. However, the spell was broken as one of the slicked hands wrapped itself around Ichigo's cock and started to move smoothly and much too slowly up and down from base to tip of his shaft. Ichigo took in a deep breath, eyes closing, as the sensation of cool wetness and warm pressure worked itself back and forth. Ichigo finally opened his eyes so he could look once more at the gorgeous specimen before him. Renji had one hand still gripping his cock but the other was now behind the redhead's back, out of Ichigo's sight. Ichigo watched as Renji moved his head down angling his mouth to reach for the tip as his hand continued to work up and down the shaft. Ichigo gasped as the warmth and wetness of the redhead's tongue licked at the slit in his cock before lapping in circles around the tip. At this sensation, Ichigo reached out his hands to wrap his fingers through the mass of crimson locks that were falling over and tickling the tops of his thighs as the magical tongue licked its way around his cock, touching every sensitive spot he didn't even know he had.

Even through the sensation of Renji's mouth working his cock in the most incredible way imaginable, Ichigo threaded his fingers through the impossibly soft tresses of red hair that he was increasingly grasping at with further urgency as the pressure in his groin started to reach the end.

"Gah- ah- Ren-," Ichigo gasped. "I'm… ahh…"

Just then, the warm wetness disappeared making Ichigo open his eyes to see why he lost the delicious heat from his cock when he saw Renji had pulled himself up further on the bed and on top of Ichigo's body.

"Not yet, Ichigo… I want you inside me. Now." Renji then positioned himself over Ichigo's cock and slid down until his ass rested on Ichigo's balls. "Come for me."

Ichigo was already about to reach his limit at feeling the slick wet heat that had completely enveloped his cock, but hearing those words from Renji and seeing the look of hunger and desire in the burgundy eyes that seemed to pierce his soul was about all Ichigo could take.

He started to buck upwards as Renji timed himself to rise up and down in a rhythm against Ichigo's thrusts as each felt the electricity racing through their bodies at the sensations. Ichigo wasn't sure he could hold out any longer.

"Re-Renji… I'm so, huh, close…"

At his words, Renji started to ride Ichigo harder, his hands also moving across Ichigo's chest. As his breathing got harder and rougher, Renji fondled one of Ichigo's nipples and twisted the nub hard as he moved his other hand to grab his own cock so he could come at the same time. He would have loved to have Ichigo's own hands make him come, but he knew that would be for another time.

Ichigo's thrusting started to become erratic and Renji could feel the muscles in the younger man's thighs starting to constrict and harden further, toes curling as the rush of electricity started to spread out through Ichigo's body, ready to explode. Renji also stroked himself harder trying to find his release along with the man beneath him, and as Ichigo's body was wracked with spasms as he came rough and hard inside of Renji, the look of ecstasy on Ichigo's face helped Renji reach his own release as well.

Both bodies rocked and released moans as each started to slow his pace, riding the last of the shudders of their orgasm.

As Ichigo started to relax and get his breathing back to normal, Renji leaned over him to give him a sweet kiss. Ichigo accepted it warmly and then responded by grabbing Renji by the shoulders and hugging him fiercely towards his chest.

"Ah, Ichigo, I didn't want to do that." Renji tried to pull himself away but Ichigo held on to him firmly, only allowing the redhead to lift himself up enough to look at him eye-to-eye. "I wanted to clean you up."

"I'm fine, Ren. I'm not gonna break, you know. You don't have to be so worried about me."

Renji smiled at him before replying, "You haven't called me that since last night, and only after you were drunk."

"Huh. You don't mind it, do you?"

"Not at all, Ichi."

Ichigo smiled back as he finally let Renji out of his bear hug. Renji slid off and lay next to Ichigo on his side before rolling onto to his back. He reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a handful of tissues to wipe themselves.

As Renji rolled back over to start with Ichigo's stomach, he looked in shock as he saw Ichigo's index finger dragging through his cum that lay on the taut abdomen. Ichigo held up the sticky covered finger before tentatively tasting it with his tongue. Renji watched as the tip of the red muscle reached out to touch the milky dollop that clung to the finger to which the finger slowly rode on top of the tongue that disappeared into the mouth from whence it came.

Renji nearly dropped the handful of tissues he'd been holding and he felt his cock twitch, filling with blood, as he watched in silent awe.

"I'd always wondered what it tastes like… never had the nerve to taste myself but… it's not that bad." Ichigo turned his eyes away, embarrassed by his admission and not wanting Renji to think of him as being so sexually naïve.

"Fuck, Ichi… that was-" Renji once again grabbed for Ichigo as he thrust his tongue into Ichigo's mouth as their passions rose up again. Renji had his experience, while Ichigo had his youth, as they quickly hardened and were ready for another round. Renji slicked up Ichigo's cock with more lube and then positioned himself to be taken from behind.

Ichigo watched, mesmerized, as he looked at Renji's long red hair which was flowing past his shoulders, slipping off the muscular back lined with the black inky tattoos that seemed to draw his eyes towards the perfectly shaped ass that was presented to him.

"Take me hard, Ichi – just fuck me now!"

At the urging, Ichigo didn't think twice as he pushed in quickly and deeply inside Renji's tightness. Renji's head swung backwards throwing his long red locks in a cascading fan of crimson up and back down towards his back. Ichigo watched and then reached with one hand to grab the long strands as his other hand stayed on Renji's hip to help him hold on as he thrust into him.

Their grunts and moans escalated as Ichigo's inhibitions began to fade as he let his instincts for carnal passion overtake him as he savored the feel of Renji's tight heat enveloping his cock. Renji's moans and demands for "harder" and "faster" were met with every new thrust inside the redhead.

Finally, Ichigo started to come fast and he started to release before he could even express that he was close. Renji felt the warmth entering him as Ichigo's thrusts suddenly lost its rhythm and his body convulsed. Renji was still hard as he hadn't had a chance to start stroking himself, but he decided to not bring it up, wanting this moment to be all for Ichigo. Instead, Renji sunk his body down towards the bed lying face first into his pillow as Ichigo also lay down on top of him.

Renji tried to clear his mind and breathe deeply to relieve his discomfort as he waited for Ichigo to come back to reality.

When Ichigo released a big sigh into the back of Renji's head, the orange head buried within the red locks, Renji looked over his shoulder to address the younger man. "Hey, you…"

Ichigo lifted his head and eyed Renji with a soft smile. "Hey."

Renji further twisted his head, allowing Ichigo to lean over and kiss him. He then settled back into the spooning position they were in and Renji crossed his leg over his erection as he concentrated on letting that desire pass out of his body.

"Wanna get some sleep, Ichi?"

A muffled voice responded with, "Hmm? Uh, yeah… 's that ok?"

Renji smiled widely into the darkness. "Yeah, more than ok. Get some rest, Ichi. I doubt you got much rest last night even."

"Ah."

Renji waited until he heard the smooth even breathing of the slighter man behind him before he settled further into his arms. However, Renji was having a hard time putting his mind at ease as he considered what was starting to happen for him.

Of course he'd had sex before, and sometimes it was fantastic, like fireworks. But for the first time, not only had Renji wanted it, he wanted it only with the person in whose arms he was enveloped; he wanted this person to be not only satisfied physically, but he hoped emotionally. Renji had never slept with someone in his real bed before like this. He'd never wanted anyone to be close to him in his non-working hours. But now, he couldn't imagine being anywhere than where he was at the moment.

As he listened to Ichigo breathing deeply and evenly at his back, the flow of air causing his hair to waver, tickling his neck, Renji began to relax and started to doze off.

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Ichigo awoke with an uncomfortable sensation in his arm. As he tried to move his fingers to test the feeling in his arm, he realized it was pinned underneath the body in front of him. Ichigo smiled as he looked at the long hair whose color seemed darker and like blood red merlot in the blackness of the night. He pressed his lips to the shoulder in front of him, a soft kiss on top of one of the inky lines he was coming to love seeing.

Ichigo extricated his arm trying not to wake Renji but he was still pretty dehydrated and wanted to get some water. He felt odd being naked, naked and a bit uncomfortable with the residue of dried cum on his nether region, but he slid off the bed quietly and headed for the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle for himself and another one for Renji to find in the morning, a small payback for his kindness the night before at his place.

As Ichigo re-entered the bedroom, he heard the cell on the nightstand start to vibrate. He rushed over quickly to retrieve it, hoping to silence it before it woke the redhead. Ichigo grabbed the cell just as the first few notes of the ringtone he now recognized started to fill the room. He saw Renji twitch so he lifted the phone to hit the button that would read Silence or Reject, but couldn't help noticing the name on the screen that read Taichou. He hit the Reject button which switched the screen to read Missed Call.

He placed the phone back on the nightstand along with the bottled waters before slipping back into bed. Renji had shifted slightly but had remained asleep so Ichigo was satisfied. He grabbed the comforter they were lying on top of and he tried to cover them both with what little material was available. He draped himself on top of Renji as softly as possible, nestling his face into the back of Renji's neck and shoulder as he inhaled deeply to get a whiff of Renji yet again.

Ichigo knew what he felt, but he decided to not try and form any words because it was all still a little too new for him. But one thing he knew was that he hadn't felt this warm and happy in a long time.

TBC

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