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.

Hi all,

Um, I guess this is really a filler chappy. And we all know how we feel about filler eps. DX

However, one filler chappy down means that much closer to the end. (Thank gawd.)

Please enjoy. ^_^

p.s. I am too tired to re-read this chappy so apologies for any major spelling/grammatical/etc. errors! ~z

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Chapter 12

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By the time Renji returned to his room, he'd tired himself out by replaying the phone conversation he just had with Aizen to see if he could analyze all the nuances that were said in-between the lines but he couldn't seem to determine anything new at all. He was never very good at scheming and he rarely had to deal with anyone who tried to complicate issues. The only games he'd had to deal with were sex games, never mind games.

He decided to try and forget it all by jumping into the shower. As he started to head for the bathroom, he came across two damp towels lying on his floor. He picked them up as his mind returned to more pleasant thoughts. Renji was glad he had smoothed things out with Ichigo and wondered when he'd get to see him next. Based on his conversation with Aizen, he really wasn't sure what it would mean for his future free time.

He put the used towels in the hamper and turned on the faucets to let the water heat up. As he pulled off his bandana before shedding his track suit, Renji noticed the message light blinking on the House phone system. He clicked through the buttons to retrieve the message.

Abarai-san,

Please come see me after breakfast.

Lady Unohana

Renji looked at the time and estimated he had maybe five minutes to shower before having to rush to her office. "Dammit."

He jumped under the hot stream and started to wash up as quickly as possible. Long fingers worked the shampoo into a mass of thick lather which he rinsed quickly to smooth in some conditioner he'd leave in for now. A bar of soap was swept across his body, smoothing over muscles and tattooed flesh as he wondered why he was being summoned to see her. Usually, he was given a schedule by email or a written note left in his room; being called in for a meeting with such vagueness made him wonder.

Renji dried off quickly with a towel before grabbing a white terry bathrobe with hood and slipping into his zori. He pulled up the hood to protect his wet hair and rushed out of his room. As the crossed the large hallways to reach the other side of the House, he could hear the sounds of life throughout which let him know Sakura's residents were stirring. And although he'd rather join his friends for some breakfast, he would have to forego his hunger a while longer.

Once he reached her office door, he knocked and waited.

"Come in."

Renji opened the door and walked in. He found Unohana Retsu seated behind the large cherry wood desk, her frame almost hidden behind the large laptop sitting on top. Her impossibly long black hair was braided and pulled to the side in a low ponytail in her usual day look for work. "Renji-san, please, have a seat."

"Good morning, Lady Unohana."

"Are you well?"

Renji blinked in surprise. "Ah, yes. I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

Retsu smiled serenely before answering, "I have yet to see you miss breakfast. And I am guessing you rushed here since reading my message?"

"Um… yes. I was just running later than usual. But my health is fine."

"I am glad to hear this. I called you in because I wanted to go over your schedule with you personally since it will be in effect for the next three days."

"Three days?"

"Yes. Aizen-san has purchased your time starting with a dinner party tonight. He will not be in attendance, but this is a special business group he would like to impress so he's reserved the Sakura Club for the evening. Everyone is expected to attend."

Retsu's eyes moved to look at Renji before returning to her laptop monitor's as she continued. "He's reserved you for the day tomorrow, as per his usual pre-arrival requisite. As you know, that means you'll be asked to stay in for the day." Her eyes looked to his burgundy ones but Renji gave up no reactions as he kept his eyes focused on hers.

She looked away to grab a piece of paper to hand to him. "And he'll arrive on the third day in time for cocktails and dinner. He's requested a small private party so the second dining room has been reserved. This agenda has the general outline and times and Rikichi will make sure all appropriate attire will be provided to you."

Renji's expression became stoic and he retreated his mind back into what he hoped was his subdued professional persona. And he hoped to leave with simply saying, "Thank you, Lady Unohana. May I be excused now?" No such luck.

"Actually, Renji-san, I did want to ask your thoughts on this. Do you find it unusual – this arrangement?"

His eyes wavered for a moment as he addressed her, "A little… Three days and the house confinement... it is a bit- it's a little different than the norm, yes."

"Hmm." She nodded in agreement but said nothing further.

Renji decided to take his leave so he gave a short bow before turning when he stopped to ask her, "Is Byakuya-san in?"

"Yes, he should be. He was in his office moments ago."

"Ah, thank you, Lady Unohana."

Retsu gave the redhead a warm smile before looking away to return to the work on her laptop.

Renji exited the room to head down the hall towards Byakuya's office when the very man was walking the same path. The redhead quickened his pace to match the others before speaking, "Good morning, Byakuya-san."

"Renji." Byakuya nodded in acknowledgement but kept walking with no change in his pace.

"Aizen-san asked me to let you know that he sends you his best."

Byakuya stopped walking and then turned to face Renji. There was the briefest bit of a pause before he replied, "I see. Thank you for letting me know, Renji." And without another word, he continued his short walk and entered his office, closing the door behind him.

Renji looked on slightly confused but then shook his head to let it go. Byakuya rarely spoke any unnecessary words and rarely shared his musings to anyone, let alone Renji, so he walked off and decided to find some food before the meal service would be put away entirely for the morning.


Ichigo decided being on his own with only his memories was getting too confusing and depressing so he went to the Kurosaki Clinic to visit with his family. If there is one place he won't get distracted with thoughts of a sexy redhead, it would be in front of goat face and his younger sisters. He figured there might be one or two trigger questions from his friends, so seeing family would be the safer bet. Also, he wanted to see if there would be a remote possibility that he may have to tell them about a certain new someone and if he felt he could handle that scenario.

He got into his Accord and made the short drive in relatively quick time. Sure enough, the door was open so he entered cautiously. "Oi, anyone home?"

"Welcome home, my son!" Kurosaki Isshin came charging to the front door, arms open wide, with every intention of giving his son a bear hug Ichigo did not want.

The younger Kurosaki raised a palm to deflect the face coming at his own. "Dad, cut it out already! I'm getting too old for your antics!"

Isshin's shoulders hunched over as he started to (mock) sob, "Oh Masaki! Our son says he is now a man! Maybe he has met a lover!"

"Dad, leave nii-chan alone!"

"Yeah, if you keep bugging Ichi-nii like that, he'll never tell us about his love life."

Ichigo's eyes went wide as he was in shock from embarrassment and an odd sensation in knowing that somehow he knew they would already sense something was up. His family always had the greatest intuition about events in his life so he didn't know why he always tried to fight the inevitable.

"There's nothing to tell… just, can't I come home to visit without being given a hard time about everything?"

Karin gave him a shrug before walking around him to settle herself in the living room. "Yeah, we're glad to see you Ichi-nii. We were wondering what you might want to do for your birthday."

Ichigo ran his hand across the back of his head, looking slightly confused. "That's not for another couple of weeks. Do we have to decide on something now?"

Yuzu walked over to give her brother a hug as she answered, "No, but I wanted to know what you might like and how many people I should cook for." She looked up into his brown eyes with a sweet smile – the kind Ichigo couldn't say anything against.

"Ok, ok. But can I get back to you on how many in a few days?"

Isshin came over to try and hug Ichigo and Yuzu at the same time. "Of course, my son!" As his arms swung around to grab his children, Yuzu slipped out and Ichigo leaned back out of his reach. Isshin hung his head in shame, claiming that he would cry some more.

Ichigo sighed before deciding to stop the shenanigans and actually spend quality time with his family. "So, fill me in on the latest. Anything interesting going on?"

Karin shrugged. "I'm seeing my friends for a soccer game in a little while. Want to come?"

"Sure." The comfort of being in his family's presence helped him ease his mind off Renji who was becoming an all-consuming thought. Ichigo gave his family one of his rare smiles as he took in the familiar scene he hadn't enjoyed on a day-to-day basis since starting college.

His good humor faltered a moment as he considered his upcoming birthday. Ichigo had a feeling he is going to want Renji to be a part of it after all, perhaps even meeting his family (though he can decide on the "friend" vs. "boyfriend" introduction later) too.

The question was how to bring this up to the redhead at all?


At the appointed cocktail hour, Renji entered the entertainment hall to meet the guests of his biggest benefactor. He noticed half a dozen men of fair complexion and a mix of ages from young associates to older senior executive types with a very European air. Renji chuckled to himself thinking the present ensemble of Aizen's special guests were akin to a group he'd see straight out of "Die Hard." However, he was here to work and the he'd rather be elsewhere with a perfectly normal "unimportant" someone, he decided to put his all into his job and to stop getting distracted.

Renji changed his smile of amusement into the one he'd trained to wear well: all charm and seduction. The new guests were spread around the room, with one or two of Byakuya's boys attending to each guest, making him feel like he was the center of attention amongst these incredibly good-looking males. Renji added perfectly to this mix, breezing in and out of conversation all the way into being seated for dinner. He was even able to utilize his German once he realized they were in town for business and on their way back to Munich in the morning. The guests all eyed Renji appreciatively as Shuuhei and Izuru played up Renji's skills while Grimmjow looked annoyed at seeing his rival shine.

Eventually, as dessert plates and coffee service was cleared, Lady Unohana returned to offer a nightcap to the guests. "You gentleman may take your drinks and cigars in the room of your selected companion, or two for the evening."

A couple of the younger guests looked a bit guilty as they hesitated a the idea, while the older experienced guests smiled lascivious grins wanting nothing more than to take two at a time.

Renji was seated in the middle of the long table and he waited as these clients for the evening got off their chairs to approach. Each time a guest seemed to approach the redhead, the man would walk past Renji without so much as a glance before choosing one of the other Club workers and then leaving the room.

A few guests even helped themselves to taking two Boys at a time, but the dining room eventually emptied out leaving Renji alone. Once the dining room door was shut, Renji rose from his seat with his head down, and he pushed his chair back as he left to return to his Room.

Renji was partially relieved he didn't have to perform this evening bit it was no surprise that his pride had been injured. He'd been charming and entertaining; what had gone wrong? He returned to his room and left the lights off as he crossed the dark client's chamber before crossing into his regular suite. He closed the door and walked into the closet directly. He shed his outfit and didn't bother to pick up after himself.

As he walked back into the living room to relax, he heard the familiar ping from his cell phone indicating a text. Renji picked it up to see who might have sent a message:

Hi. what r u doin. Ichi

Seeing this short sentence brought a smile to Renji's face. Any wounds to his pride or thoughts of having done something wrong completely left his mind as he thought about his new love. He immediately hit Send and waited.

"Renji?"

"Hey, Ichi. What are you doing?"

"I didn't think I'd hear from you. Weren't you supposed to be working?"

"Ah, slow night." For me, he thought, but didn't utter. "So, what about you? Nothing hot and exciting going on for you?"

Ichigo smiled before replying, "How's that possible when you're there and I'm here."

That's it. "Ichi… it's not much of a date but… I'm stuck at the House all day tomorrow. Would you want to, I mean, would you mind-"

"Just one thing – do I have to ride in the trunk again?"

Renji tried not to laugh out loud at Ichigo's attempt at humor because he did find it fairly endearing. "Nope. In fact, I can send a car to pick you up so it'll be easier on us both. But you'll probably have to wear a cap or hoodie again. That's alright, isn't it?"

"Do you think after riding in a car trunk I'd care that much hover mussing up my hair for a few minutes?"

"Ha! I guess not, neh?" Renji's laughter tapered off as a thought came into his mind. "Ichi, what are you wearing?"

"Huh? Well, I just saw my family and Karin and I play some soccer so I'm still in my jeans and track jacket." Ichigo unthinkingly lifted his arm to his nose to take a whiff. "Uh, guess I'll need to shower after all."

"Hmm. Not exactly the vibe I wanted to start with, but the part about you showering sounded better."

Ichigo scowled into the receiver. "What the hell are you talking about, Ren?"

The redhead breathed loudly in a mock sigh of exasperation. "Do I really need to spell it out for you, Ichi? Phone. Sex."

There was silence on Ichigo's end; long enough to make Renji wonder if he was rushing the lad too much with opening up his sexuality.

"So, am I supposed to be honest about my clothes, or am I supposed to make stuff up? Like, say that I'm naked, even if I'm not?"

Renji couldn't help but smile as he imagined furrowed brows over chocolate colored eyes actually considering the importance of lying or being honest about clothing items during phone sex.

"It's whatever might get you going, as much as it for me to just listen to you tell me either way." Renji changed the pitch of his voice to deepen. "Whatever you're wearing, take it off."

"I don't know about this, Ren. I feel… silly."

"Would you feel silly if I were there now?"

"Maybe?"

"Well, I'm getting hard just thinking about you touching yourself, Ichi." Renji moaned softly as he wrapped his hand around his own cock, enjoying the thickness as he pictured his orange-haired lover as he last saw him in his naked glory. "I'm pictureing you walking naked towards the bathroom."

"Hmm, Ren…"

"Are you touching yourself now, Ichi?"

"Yeah…" Ichigo's breath could be heard.

"Are you naked for me?"

"Uh huh."

"What are you thinking about right now?"

Ichigo moaned softly before answering, "You. The first time- The first time you let me…"

Renji started to stroke himself faster as he coaxed Ichigo on. "Say it for me, Ichigo."

"First time you let me fuck you."

"God, Ichigo! I'm so wet for you right now… what about you?"

"Ah, ha… Ren… yeah."

Renji took a moment to concentrate on Ichigo as he took his mind off himself for a second. "Take your other hand and put your fingers in your mouth." He paused. "Then suck them for me. Lick 'em up real good for me, Ichi. Don't stop stroking your cock for me, but suck your fingers. Imagine they're mine, Ichi. Imagine me finger fucking you right now."

"Mmm…. Margh…. Ha…" Ichigo tried to ignore his self-consciousness as he kept his eyes closed, listening to the Renji's voice and imagining the redhead in all his tattooed nakedness and rippling muscles.

"Take your fingers and touch your nipple. Run your fingertip over one." When Renji heard the slurping had stopped, he then said, "Now twist one nub for me, Ichi. I know you like that."

Ichigo arched his back as the sensation went through him. He kept his eyes closed and he listened to the deep voice on the other line as he imagined burgundy eyes watching as those long fingers worked their magic over his cock and nipple. "Ren- I'm gonna- "

"Come for me, Ichi!" As Ichigo's breathing sped up and hitched as he reached his orgasm, cum shooting over his hand and squirting on to his abdomen, Renji pictured it all in his mind as he stroked himself faster to come as well. "Gah, Ichigo!" Hot stickiness shot over the hand holding his cock and onto his abdomen as he finished milking his shaft as he imagined brown eyes watching him at that moment. "So, is that enough incentive to spend the day with me tomorrow?"

Ichigo finished wiping himself down with his now soiled t-shirt before responding, "Do you really have to ask?"

"Good." Renji smiled before adding, "I'm glad you sent me that text, Ichi. Really made my night."

"I'm glad you called, Ren. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Definitely." Renji waited for the connection to end before taking the phone away from his ear. And at that moment, he was glad he wasn't working; the phone call with Ichigo more than made him feel good about his life.

TBC


Oy. This was a tough filler for me. Hope it wasn't too dull.

Will do my best to have another chapter tomorrow or so… I make no promises.

Thanks for your support, everyone. ~z.