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.

Thank you SO much to those who have written me a nice comment/review and such. XD I frickin' LOVE getting my email notices saying I have a new Review or at least that people have subscribed to a Story Alert o have added this as a Fave (and it's not even finished! OMFG – the pressure! *_* )

So, here is a chapter where some stuff (:cough – smex:) happens. Nothing nosebleed worthy, but it's the most yet in this tale. Ha.

BTW – if anyone is wondering, I like to use the word "teen" for Ichigo because it's one more descriptive word to add some flavor, but he is on the nineteen side of being a teen, ya know? 8D

**Hope you like the flashback pairing!

And a new revelation.

Enjoy – please comment.

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Chapter 5

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A sleek dark grey A5 sat outside the small apartment where Ichigo lived. He was still in the passenger seat, both hands on knees; head down so his hair shadowed his eyes. Renji had been quiet the entire ride short of asking for his address so he could program it into the navigation system.

Renji had been immersed in his own reveries ever since his little blowup with Ichigo. It had been the first time in a very long while that anyone had made Renji honestly look at his choice in life and what had happened to get him there. He had been working day-in and day-out without considering what it all meant. Once he'd gotten over the initial shock of being a rentboy, he stopped thinking about any of the meaning behind it all and moved forward with his life. He had a short-term plan of working and saving so he can "retire" when the inevitable end came, and he'd never faltered from that goal. However, he had never had anyone cross his path who made him think twice about his current lifestyle, and it pained him a bit to have to think on it all again.

Right now, Renji knew he was good at what he does. But, he wasn't proud of it. He had more money than he knew what to do with it, he was the best in his field, and he was always in demand. He was respected and revered and yet, deep down, he hated himself for it. He'd been able to ignore that hate by avoiding the general public and staying in as much as possible and only venturing out with his fellow co-workers or clients. He was sex on two legs and he got paid for it - and paid very well. However, it wasn't a profession he wanted to enter. Is it ever one a person chooses if options were ever available?

Unbeknownst to Ichigo, who still remained glued to the passenger chair of Renji's Audi, the redhead's mind was someplace far away, even from the young man. Ichigo still took Renji's silence as a slight against himself – Renji's way of expressing his displeasure with his rude remarks earlier.

Instead, Renji started to relive the memory of how this lifestyle began for him.

SEVERAL YEARS EARLIER…

Abarai Renji was orphaned at the age of ten when his parents died in a car crash and he was passed from foster home to foster home. Some were abusive, some were neglectful, and it was enough for him to know there was nothing else the world could throw at him that he couldn't handle, so he broke free to make it on his own at age fifteen. Because he wanted to try and have a normal life, he kept going to school and that's where he met Kuchiki Rukia; she changed his life.

Rukia became his best friend in school. She says it was his flowing red hair and the "interesting" tattoos that made her approach him. She wanted to know his "story" and she ended up taking care of him - extra food for lunch, loaning a book or two since he had no permanent address to give to the library, and such and such. He was so grateful to have someone he could trust and it was the first time he felt safe. But that trust ended up taking him on another path entirely.

That winter, close to the holiday, Rukia invited Renji to her home. Her brother, Byakuya, was a rich entrepreneur and he was hosting a private party to entertain clients. Renji was invited to come over early to get to know the family. Rukia even bought him a nice suit so Renji would be presentable for her nii-sama. Renji figured Byakuya must be something special to get that honorific from his little sister.

Renji made sure to shower and blow-dry his hair. He was grateful for the suit but told Rukia it had to be a loan since he could never accept such an extravagant gift. He thought at the time that the look on her face when he said he'd return it after the party was odd. Basically, it was as if she didn't believe a word he said, but he didn't think about it at the time. He wondered if it would have made a difference had he given the matter more thought right then.

He wasn't sure what to do with his hair. He didn't think his usual spiky ponytail would work with such formal attire, so he wore it in a low braided side ponytail. He was afraid a loose mane would be too rockstar poser with the tightly fitting Gucci ensemble and he wanted to play it safe. He had no idea what Byakuya would be like.

Renji was sure his mouth hung open from the time his sedan picked him up (courtesy of the Kuchikis, of course) to the moment he was dropped at the front door. Their house, sorry, mansion was enormous and beautifully designed. He was led into the foyer by a butler and ushered in to wait for the Mistress of the house.

"Renji!" Rukia glided down the spiral staircase in a beautiful white silk chiffon number that wrapped around her tiny frame very elegantly. The sweetheart neckline complimented her frame and worked well against her pale complexion. Her hair was swept up in a simple chignon and her only accessories were a set of beautiful diamond earrings. "I'm so glad you came. You look great in that suit! Seems like I picked the right size after all." She smiled at her friend as she walked over to give him a hug.

"Wow, Rukia! Yer house is amazin'! And ya don't look so bad, neither." Renji gave her his classic wolfish grin as he nudged her affectionately with his elbow.

"Well, the house is all nii-sama's doing. Even down to the coaster. Come on, let me introduce you to everyone." She linked her arm with his and started to walk him towards the main living room.

"Everyone? I thought I was ta come early jus' ta meet yer bro?" Renji asked with only half a mind since his other half was taking in his surroundings. The walls were covered with artworks of the kind even he, a poor teenager, could recognize as being an artist with a name and history. He took a big gulp and wondered what the hell Rukia's brother did to have that kind of money.

"Oh, the boys are here, but the guests haven't arrived yet." She looked up at her tall redheaded friend and gave him another small but stunning smile. She patted the arm she was holding as she led him into an amazing room with cathedral ceilings. The room was softly lit with a warm glow which cast a pleasing color to the fixtures and the people already milling about.

Renji noticed they were all young men, probably no younger than high school freshman and no older than college seniors. As Rukia introduced him to everyone, he tried his best to remember the name to the face. There was a quiet blond who was handsome but looked a bit sad name Kira Izuru. There was a short boy with platinum blond hair so light, it was almost white, and he had the biggest eyes but he seemed very aloof. Rukia called him Toshiro but he seemed uninterested in anything but his drink. The one who caught Renji's attention was the guy named Hisagi Shuuhei. Besides the fact that he was handsome, it looked like he was the only other fella in the room with ink. As crazy as Renji thought of his tattoos, this guy had a few on his face, including a very suggestive 69. He figured this guy was at least in college, if not grad school age. He was slim but toned and he bared his muscles by wearing only a thin black silk t-shirt that he rolled the sleeves all the way up.

The two shook hands as Rukia left them to chat so she could grab herself and Renji a drink.

"So, Renji, I thought I had balls but seems like you have a lot more ink than I ever would." Shuuhei gave him a warm smile and a pat on the shoulder after shaking hands. "Do you have any more under that suit?" He gave Renji a rather suggestive look that made the redhead a little nervous, but he didn't want to seem like such a kid in front of Shuuhei, so he put on a brave front.

"Yeah, I got quite a bit, but I wasn't sure it'd be appropriate not ta wear a tie and all with such a cool suit. Rukia loaned it ta me since I ain't got anything else nice in my closet." Renji noticed that Shuuhei still had a hand on his shoulder but he tried not to think about it.

"If it is anything as cool as what's on your face and neck, you shouldn't hide it. Why don't you take off this tie," Shuuhei said as his hands started to reach for Renji's neck, "and show off what you've got?"

Renji was a little startled by how forward Shuuhei was being, and how close the man was in his personal space, but Shuuhei seemed so natural and sincere, Renji felt awkward to be thinking such unpleasant thoughts. Shit. Maybe I'm bein' such a kid thinkin' it's weird fer a guy ta be this close. Maybe it's all normal. I don't want ta seem like an immature bastard. Maybe I just need a drink.

As if on cue, Rukia came back to his side with two drinks in her hand. "Renji, I wasn't sure if you'd like sake or champagne, so I brought one of each. You can pick whichever since I'll drink anything. And Shuuhei, why are you trying to undress Renji already?"

Shuuhei paused from pulling off Renji's tie to look at Rukia before replying. "It's your fault. Weren't you the one bragging about Renji's 'amazing tattoos'?"

At that statement, Renji started to blush furiously, the red in his cheeks deepening as Shuuhei finally loosened his tie enough to pull it off. However, instead of yanking it off, he pulled it down very slowly while looking Renji right in his eyes. It made Renji feel very uncomfortable and reminded him he REALLY needed that drink. Now.

"Er, Rukia, I'll take the sake." He reached his arm out to grab the small cup and he gulped down the entire contents in one motion.

Shuuhei's eyes opened in appraisal as he said, "Oh, we've got a drinker here! It should be fun later." By now, he'd pulled off the tie and then put the fabric over his own shoulders. He started to reach for the button on Renji's dress shirt before Renji started to unbutton them himself.

"I-I got this, Shuuhei." With that, Renji undid just three buttons before Shuuhei and Rukia were able to see the tribal tattoo designs that started near his sternum before radiating across his expansive well-muscled chest.

"See, I told you." Rukia gave Shuuhei a look of satisfaction. Renji only looked confused, as he wasn't sure why Rukia would discuss his tattoos with another person - and he didn't recall her ever talking about a friend named Shuuhei. He then noticed that Shuuhei was reaching a hand out towards his chest, as if to touch him. Renji started to back away from the touch, not sure how he was feeling about the situation when a new voice broke the chatter of the room.

"Rukia, I wasn't aware your friend had already arrived." The voice was deep yet smooth and spoke with grace and eloquence. Renji turned around to see who possessed the sonorous vocals when he noticed that everyone in the room had turned their attention to the same person as well.

There stood a handsome and elegant young man with shoulder length jet black hair and smooth creamy skin. He exuded charm, grace and presence. "I am Kuchiki Byakuya. You must be Renji. I have heard so much about you from Rukia." He extended his hand gracefully to Renji who took it with a bit of awe. Renji thought the handshake might be on the limp side given who almost effeminate the man seemed, but he was surprised by the firm grip. It was one of strength and one that said to not underestimate this person.

Before completely releasing his hand, Byakuya pulled Renji a bit and then said, "Come, Renji. I would like to speak to you in private before my guests arrive."

He then walked ahead with complete authority knowing his commands would be followed, and Renji did just that. He turned to look at Rukia who was still with Shuuhei. She merely smiled in approval and gave him a nod while Shuuhei merely looked on with an expression Renji couldn't read. He didn't give it another thought as he focused on Byakuya's retreating back. He didn't want to get left behind because he had a feeling he could get lost in this mansion if he dawdled too long.

They reached a set of doors to a room far off in another wing of the home. Guarding the door was a burly man in a well cut but utilitarian dark suit whose most noticeable accessory was wearing sunglasses indoors and at night. At his side was a massively large dog. Renji noticed it was a beautiful dog, but he knew this was no family pet and he decided he would keep his distance.

Byakuya spoke to the man who held the door open for the owner to pass through. "Iba, you may leave for now. Please take Komamura for a walk. I will be fine without you until our guests arrive." He gave the large dog a scratch behind the ears before walking past and into the room.

Iba gave a polite bow in acknowledgement and closed the door after Renji also passed through. Renji heard the doors close with a loud click and he sensed that the room had been sealed and locked from the outside.

The room looked to be a private study. It was furnished in rich dark woods and dark leathers with beautiful Asian accents all around. There were tapestries and vases and paintings of sakura trees as well as ornately carved and decorated trunks and shelves all around. Renji was becoming more uncomfortable as he realized he was completely out of his league. He knew Rukia didn't have to worry about money, but she never struck him as one who came from immense wealth. He now wondered why she would deign to be his friend.

"Please Renji, have a seat. May I offer you a drink?"

"Yah su-, er, I mean, yes, thank you." Renji reached up to accept the cup of sake that was extended to him. Byakuya then brought the bottle and another cup over to join Renji on the sofa he was seated on.

"Your, uh, home is really... lovely, Kuchiki-san." Renji felt awkward exchanging pleasantries with someone whose league he couldn't even come to fathom. He wanted to be polite, but he felt he had none of the graces to match. He wasn't sure what rich and powerful men would want to talk about but he felt being silent wasn't a good option either.

"Renji. I asked Rukia to bring you here for a reason. She shares with me accounts of her day-to-day life and she's told me much about you. Has she told you anything about our family business?"

"No... not really, other than you're very good at what you do and successful."

"Indeed." Byakuya stood up to take a turn about the room. Renji stayed seated on the sofa feeling more and more awkward as the minutes passed. He wasn't sure why he was alone with Byakuya and why Rukia hadn't come with him. He wondered if he'd every find out.

The older man walked to a large desk that stood in front of two large glass doors that led out into a beautiful garden. He opened one of its drawers and pulled out a large manila envelope.

"I will speak with you directly as I do not like to mince words. My company caters to some of the richest and most powerful mean in the country. Some even travel from across the world for our services. They pay me very well, and I in turn pay my employees well."

Byakuya slowly returned to the sofa and sat down next to the redhead. He kept the envelope in hand as he continued t speak. "My employees offer them 'services' they cannot find anywhere else and I hire only the finest men to provide such services." With that, Byakuya reached into the envelope to retrieve a small bundle which he tossed onto the large coffee table. The bundle spread out before Renji whose eyes widened when he recognized the stacks of currency. Each bundle had a wrapper marked 1000.00, and there were at least ten such bundles. Renji's gaze traveled from the money and then towards Byakuya.

"I would like to hire you. You would be quite the catch for my clients. And that money you see is yours if you would agree to let me show you an example of what you'd experience and what you'd be expected to perform in return."

Renji thought his heart stopped when he heard these last few words. "Kuchiki-san, I-"

"Please, you may call me Byakuya."

"Uh, thanks, Byakuya. So-"

"Byakuya-san."

Renji was starting to feel a little bit off-kilter. The man's presence was imposing, and when you felt he'd extended a sense of personable friendship, a word or grimace was enough to turn a confident young teenager into a confused mess. He was pretty sure the man had just offered him thousands of dollars in cash for something related to letting him have sex with him.

The redhead knew how to deal with rough bullies, with snotty brainiacs and yet, he wasn't sure what he was doing here with Rukia's brother – a guy he just met not even thirty minutes ago. And did he jus' ask me if I'd let 'im touch me an' shit? I mean, I can't ask 'im to say that shit again… can I? What the fuck?!

"Renji, while I understand this is a decision you should give some serious thought before making your choice, I want you to be aware right away that I mean what I say and I do not repeat myself and I do not like indecision. I ask that you make a decision now, one way or another, quickly." With that said, Byakuya merely leaned back a hair, giving Renji just a moment to make up his mind.

Renji looked at the money and then at Byakuya again. Shit. That's more money than I'll ever see ever again. Fuck it. "Alright, Byakuya-san. Whaddya-… What do you want me to do?"

"Did you not hear me, Renji? For this moment, at least, you have to do nothing but watch and remember." Byakuya leaned towards Renji in one smooth move. He placed one hand on Renji's cheek while keeping direct eye contact as well. And like a deer caught in headlights, Byakuya's intense unfaltering gaze worked by keeping Renji in a slightly confused and awed state of uncertainty.

Without closing his eyes, he leaned in to press their lips together. Byakuya was gratified to feel the smoothness and suppleness of the other's lips. As he leaned in further to deepen the kiss, he moved his tongue in to gain access inside Renji's mouth while using his other hand to feel inside the open shirt. He pressed his tongue and started to suck and lap to engage Renji's senses while the other hand stroked the taut firm chest moving to the side to graze over his nipple. Much to his delight, he received the reaction he had hoped to get from the young redhead.

Renji's breath hitched as Byakuya's fingertip brushed over his hardening nipple. Renji had done that for the girls he had messed around with, but he had no idea he would be just as sensitive there. Once his gasp was heard, Byakuya took it as a sign to move this test into a quick and final phase. Byakuya hovered over Renji and covered his entire mouth over Renji's, pushing in his tongue to have it swirl and dance around Renji's whose own tongue was starting to respond to all of Byakuya's ministrations. He then moved his hands to button all of Renji's shirt buttons and then he started to unbuckled his belt and unzip his suit pants.

Byakuya noticed Renji's body start to stiffen at this next step but he decided he already knew Renji would submit, and he wished to waste no further time, so he continued to move his hands down to push away the materials from Renji's waist and down past his thighs. Once Renji's manhood was freed, the older man sat back up on his knees to look over the redhead beneath him. Renji's eyes were still fixed on those of Byakuya's, but his embarrassment was awash across his flushed cheeks and across his nose. Even with his awkwardness, Renji's cock was getting harder and Byakuya decided to give the young lad a taste of what to expect.

He moved his face down while using both his hands to start stroking Renji's cock. Byakuya began by licking the shaft from base to tip while moving the underside of his tongue over the sensitive slit leaking pre-cum. Renji started to arch his hips in response to which Byakuya forcefully pushed them down using both hands, keeping Renji's hips in a nearly vise-like grip. Once he felt that Renji was more than ready to accept the ecstasy being provided by the movement of his mouth and tongue and hands, Byakuya took in the whole of Renji down into his mouth as his one hand began to caress his balls and the other fingers moving over the sensitive sphincter muscle.

Renji's thoughts of shock and oddness and indignation began to give way to only one desire – complete release. He was beginning to see that the pleasure of carnal bliss was not dependent on being given by male or female – only that is it done and done well. He started to breathe harder and his panting was becoming louder and escaping in moans.

At this, Byakuya took the whole of Renji's cock deeply down his throat and as he swallowed and hummed, Renji's gave in to the unrelenting desire to cum. He gasped and his body convulsed with electrical shivers as Byakuya kept sucking him off, drinking in every last drop of cum.

Eventually, the elegant man sat up to look at the younger redhead. Renji's consciousness began to return and while he still felt uncomfortable lying beneath Byakuya-san half naked while the man who just drank his cum was still fully dressed, Renji's initial awkwardness had disappeared.

Byakuya got up off the sofa and gave Renji a moment to re-dress. Without turning to look at him, he asked, "I assume you've agreed to give this employment opportunity a try then, yes?"

Renji managed to pull up his pants and tuck in his shirt before replying, "Yes, Byakuya-san. I'm in."

The dark-haired man turned around to face Renji before giving him the first smile (if you could call it a smile) of the night before continuing, "I am glad, Renji. Your presence here is rather fortunate for me as well as for yourself." Byakuya handled the money lying about by restacking the bundles into one neat pile. "This is for you from me for giving this a chance. However, I plan to introduce you to our most VIP client. And besides the usual fee, should you please him, he tends to leave a generous tip to the men of my employ he finds to his liking." Byakuya looked at his watch before extending a hand to help Renji stand up. "Come, Renji. He should be arriving shortly, and I would like to make sure you'll be at the front waiting for him."

Renji thought about the situation, and he realized he had no idea what he was supposed to be doing. He'd never done it with another man before, and even now, Byakuya had done the work himself. Renji couldn't see how anyone would pay for a gigolo who didn't "do the deed" on another man, and he wasn't sure he could do that part without some hesitation.

"Renji, if you are concerned about what you have to do for your first time, this is why this client is perfect for your situation as well." Byakuya turned to face Renji so he could emphasize his point. "Every year, he likes to have one Freshman to indoctrinate, for lack of a better word. He enjoys being in charge, and he tends to like being called by the nickname of 'Taichou.' It's a perfectly balanced situation for me, as you can imagine. He actually wants to have someone inexperienced so he can teach his 'knowledge' and I, in return, have a man of employ who learns some of the most interesting skills."

Renji's eyes were wide in surprise by this onslaught of information, but at the same time, Renji was unable to think about the real meaning behind what had happened to him, and what would be happening to him. Once he met this VIP client, his life would be forever altered, and Renji wasn't sure if this was the path he wanted. Yet, if he were to walk away now, he'd still have the memory of what Byakuya had helped him to experience just now, plus he wasn't sure how that self-knowledge would affect him in a day-to-day life he had been experiencing while in high school.

Renji followed Byakuya back into the large entertaining hall which was now filled with more people. The clientele for the party had started to arrive which made the atmosphere much more lively and like a club party. Renji kept his eyes away from meeting the other gazers throughout the room. Though he'd decided to go forward with the idea, part of him still felt a level of shame so he could not look the others in the eye.

As he noticed Byakuya's elegant stride slowing to a stop, Renji matched his steps. Byakuya then shifted so that he could make formal introductions. A tall and handsome brunette, flanked by a thin fox-eyed man and a young dark-skinned man wearing sunglasses indoors, were waiting for Byakuya.

"Good evening. As promised, here is our newest addition to Club Sakura, Abarai Renji."

Renji looked at the good-looking brunette wearing a stylish pair of glasses and what seemed to be traditional Japanese garb of kimono, hakama and a white haori. "It's nice to meeting you, sir."

"Ah, the pleasure is all mine, Abarai-kun. And you may call me Aizen-san."

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Renji shook his head to clear his mind of these old memories. He also had no idea at what point his mouth had opened to share these details with Ichigo (shared everything short of names and certain details since he didn't want Ichigo to have any prejudices against Rukia). Renji hadn't dragged these up since after the first year everything came to pass. And yet, meeting this orange-haired young man had made him re-think his entire life's meaning and Renji wasn't sure what to do about the feelings that were swirling up within him. Something made him open up to Ichigo and share these inner feelings he had kept locked away.

He finally looked over at Ichigo and saw that the teen was still gripping his hands on his thighs while his eyes were shaded behind the orange bangs. Without thinking about the other's reaction, Renji put his hand over Ichigo's and gave him a light squeeze. "Oi, Ichigo. Yer home, ya know."

Ichigo refused to look up but he nodded his head in acknowledgement.

Renji kept his hand over the other man's before saying, "Ichigo, I'm sorry this was such a weird experience for you. I should have sent you home 's soon as I learned that your friend and Shuu were done. "But," he sighed, "I dunno… I guess I sorta liked…" Unable to finish his thought aloud, Renji stopped speaking and started to take his hand away.

However, Ichigo quickly put his other hand over Renji's. Even now, without looking up, Ichigo asked, "Renji, can I treat you to dinner, as a way to say I'm sorry?"

Renji blinked in surprise before he could respond, "It's not necessary, Ichigo."

Without changing his tone or moving his hand, Ichigo only repeated his question, "Can I treat you to dinner, as a way to say I'm sorry."

Renji looked at the orange-haired head that was still lowered, not allowing Renji access to Ichigo's eyes, but he sensed a direct question uttered from the lips of this Ichigo was a gesture of something immense. His eyes softened as well as a feeling within his heart as he squeezed Ichigo's hand. "Yeah."

And at that word, Renji felt the softest squeeze in response and it made him smile.

TBC

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Oy! So glad that is done. I'd been wanting to get this out there for a while. Of course I have nothing else to write up now. O_o Just kidding. But it may take me a little longer to get the next chapters up.

For now, I hope you find this one of interest and at least you all now know who the mysterious VIP client is. XD !!!!!!!!!!!!!

I really really love getting everyone's comments so I hope you'll continue to provide. Even if it's as simple as "Yay" or as complex as an in-depth argument on the characters' OOC or IC-ness, it is all loved and welcomed.

Till next time! ~z.