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.

Sorry if you find a lot of annoying typos and errors of that sort. I'm a bit too tired to check this over very carefully.

Once I read it when I am awake (unlike now), I will update the doc as needed.

One more chapter closer to ending this tale…

And I really really want to reply to each and every reviewer but ffdotnet doesn't you keep track of replies sent or not sent so… I figure I'd be better off updating chapters anyway, right?

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Chapter 13

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As soon as Renji had received the text message from Ikkaku, he had hurried to his suite's entrance door to wait. After several minutes had passed, there was a light knock to which he responded by opening the door wide.

The baldheaded security pushed Ichigo forward who was dressed in a black suit, white shirt and black tie. Renji's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at the pair, wondering why Ichigo was so dressed up. "What's with the suit, Ichi?"

The younger man shot Ikkaku an annoyed look before replying, "It was his idea. Well, sort of. He told me to tell the guard station that I was here for an interview with him about a position working for him. So, I thought I'd dress the part, to make it more, you know, official."

Ikkaku watched as Renji's surprised look started to turn into one of desire as he looked over the orange-haired figure looking sharp in the lithe trim suit. "Ya can thank me later, Renji. And a few extra bucks wouldn't hurt none, too." He winked at the redhead to emphasize his point; he could always use more money to make sure he was able to get Yumi more gifts, so he wasn't shy about hustling for money any way possible.

Renji took his eyes away from his lover to look at Ikkaku. He smiled in appreciation and clapped a grateful hand on the man's shoulder. "You have my gratitude." And with that, he started to shove his friend out the door.

"Hey! No need to rush!" Ikkaku laughed at the antics and reminded the redhead, "Yeah, so jus' call me when he's ready to go."

"Yeah, I will. Thanks again for doing this." Renji gave the man a sincere look of appreciation at getting help at playing this ruse.

Ikkaku waved off the look as he walked out the door. Before exiting all the way, he looked over his shoulder and said, "Thank Yumi if anything. He's the one telling me I had to do this, in the name of love 'n all that… Ya know how he gets."

Renji smiled at the picture of his elegant friend smiling and clapping. "Yeah, I will. Thanks."

"Have fun, kid. See you twos later."

Ichigo muttered a simple, "Later" as he watched the security guard leave Renji's outer suite. Once they were alone, he turned to look at the redhead and his face softened as he smiled. "Hey, Ren."

Without waiting another second, Renji moved closer and pulled the shorter lad into his arms for a long kiss. Ichigo wrapped his arms around the redhead's shoulders as their mouths joined one another.

"I'm so glad you came." Renji pulled away to look into brown orbs before continuing, "I'm sorry it's not much of a date, but I'll try to make it up to you." He grabbed Ichigo's hand and started to pull him towards his private quarters. "Come on. I even made you lunch."

Ichigo raised a skeptical eyebrow as he let the redhead drag him by the hand. "You can cook?"

Renji kept up his pace but glanced playfully over his shoulder. "I can do a lot of things that will surprise you."

The younger man looked away, cheeks turning rosy, but he smiled nonetheless. Renji laughed good-naturedly as he pulled Ichigo towards the bar and motioned for him to take a seat on one of the stools facing into the kitchen.

Ichigo watched as the redhead moved quickly and effortless from station to station in his small but well-designed kitchen. He offered to help but was rebuffed and told to relax so he merely sat and looked on, impressed by what he saw. In-between watching Renji stirring and chopping ingredients over flaming hot pans, Ichigo paid attention to the arm muscles visible in the tight black tank, flexing as they lifted items from stove top to counter. He would also pay special attention every time the redhead would bend over to grab a plate or cooking tool out of the lower drawers and cabinets; it was hard to ignore the firm ass that would be hoisted into the air as something Renji would search for something below. The red hair was pulled up and out of his way into a spiky ponytail.

Ichigo didn't want to come across as being horny and immature all the time, so he remained glued to the bar stool and tried to ask Renji questions about his technique and what spices he was using and anything to take his mind off his physical desire for the redhead himself.

In a few minutes, Renji had laid out a meal of a Caesar salad, olive oil poached salmon and roasted vegetables. The meal was simply prepared, perfectly cooked, healthy and delicious. The redhead sat next to Ichigo and they ate casually at the breakfast counter, perched on stools, as they chatted in-between bites of food.

Once the meal was eaten, Ichigo found himself to be very much impressed. "Wow, that was really great, Ren."

Renji smiled broadly, happy to be able to do something nice in light of his current situation. "Thanks. Wanted to show my appreciation since this isn't much of a date, is it?" He got up and started to clear the plates.

Ichigo grew quiet before asking, "So, what is the deal? Why are you stuck here exactly?"

The smile on the redhead's face faded a bit as he started to place the dishes in the sink. "The client I see tomorrow… he doesn't want me to see anyone the day before, so he buys my time in advance."

"You always do what this client says? I mean, to the point you can't even leave your house?"

Renji bit his tongue to stop himself from saying something he'd regret. He didn't like the accusatory tone in Ichigo's questions. But he knew what was really starting to bother him was that Ichigo was merely voicing his own uneasy feeling about his current situation. As much as he didn't want to say the following question, he felt it had to be done. "It is what it is – this is my life right now. Do you want to leave? I can have the car sent over."

"No!" Ichigo got up and moved closer to Renji. "I didn't mean to… it's not what I meant… I-." Ichigo stopped himself; he wasn't sure what exactly he wanted to say to convey his feelings. That is, he didn't know what to say that wouldn't anger or unintentionally insult the redhead.

Renji's hands were gripping the counter to the point his knuckles were turning white. Ichigo moved over and placed his hand on top of the others and said, "No. I want to be here." He leaned into the redhead and kissed him softly on the lips.

The taller man stayed motionless at the initial contact, but as Ichigo kept his lips pressed on Renji's own, the redhead started to relent as he parted his lips to allow their tongues to mix.

Ichigo's hands moved upward as his fingers started to thread through the dark crimson locks. His fingers immediately went for the tie holding the red hair up in the spiky ponytail that he was starting to find to be an irresistible look on the older man. But even more, he loved running his fingers through the long tresses that were smooth as silk, in total contrast to his short spiky course hair. Once the hair was long as loosely hanging about Renji's shoulders, Ichigo closed his eyes and focused on the tactile sensations of the senses in his fingers and especially those on his lips and tongue as he continued to press wet hot kisses on the redhead.

Renji's own actions were leading in the opposite direction as his hands delved downward reaching over the firm rear encased in the black suit pants that enhanced Ichigo's trim figure. He kneaded his hands over the muscles that clenched with each squeeze the redhead gave as his kisses started to become more fervent as their desires increased.

Each man started to grind his crotch into the others, letting the friction of hardening cocks rub one another bringing them to full hardness quickly. The breathing started to increase into loud panting sounds as hands started to move under clothing pulling and pushing material off to expose tanned skin and tattooed flesh.

Renji thrust his head back to catch his breath and to try and regain his senses before he lost himself to his desires and forgot himself in the movement. "Ichi- I can't-"

The upturned neck with the inky black lines exposed was too tantalizing for Ichigo to pass up so he immediately moved in to lick and lave the dark patterns up and down the lean muscular throat of the redhead. The actions further impaired Renji from getting out his thoughts.

Thoroughly enthralled by the noises he was able to elicit from the older man, Ichigo continued to move his lips and tongue and hands along every part available to him on the redhead.

Finally, Renji was able to gather his senses as he pulled away slightly, putting his hands on Ichigo's chest to stop the younger man for a moment. "Wait," he huffed slightly out of breath. "I can't... before I see him, I can't let you fuck me."

At that word, Ichigo whimpered slightly as his cock twitched at the thought. Renji bit his lip at hearing his reaction wishing more than anything right then he could forego his "responsibilities" and to let Ichigo fuck him mercilessly right there.

However, he took another breath before continuing, "But- I can still take care of you, Ichi. If you'll let me." With that said, Renji started to reach for belt buckle in front of him. Ichigo watched as the large hands with its long fingers undid the belt and started to unbutton and unzip his black pants. The whole time, burgundy eyes stayed trained on brown orbs as the hands moved with automatic precisions to undress Ichigo so that pants and boxers were pushed to the floor.

Renji lowered himself to kneel in front of the orange-haired lad as his mouth approached the erection that was leaking pre-cum. Ichigo continued to watch as the redhead's tongue slipped past swollen lips to reach out and lick the stickiness escaping from the sensitive slit. Ichigo's breath hitched and his eyes closed at the sensation of hot wet warmth laved at the tip of his cock and his hips jerked forward when Renji pressed his tongue's edge into the slit.

At the expected reaction, Renji opened his mouth wide to take in all of Ichigo's cock. The redhead kept one hand on Ichigo's rear ass cheek while his other hand fondled his testicles as he worked his mouth up and down the shaft, tongue swirling and laving and mouth sucking in intervals.

Ichigo had never felt this sensation before. It was different than being inside Renji like their first time. It wasn't as tight, but the sensation of the roving muscle and the wetness and the pressure of sucking and release was creating mind-blowing sensation Ichigo hadn't know was possible. He'd had a girl or two give him a blowjob before, but this was unlike anything he thought was possible.

Without meaning to, Ichigo realized he was thrusting his hips forward essentially fucking Renji's mouth. He tried to stop, wondering if he was making it uncomfortable for the redhead when Renji took his hands off his testicles and moved that hand to now grab Ichigo's other ass cheek. At that moment, Renji moved his mouth to take him in down his throat as he started to hum. Ichigo lost it as he thrust forward awkwardly feeling the pressure of his orgasm bursting forth.

Ichigo gave a muffled cry as his cum spurted in waves into the warm mouth that was still working its magic on his cock. By the time Ichigo realized where his hands were, he noticed he was gripping fistfuls of red locks with more force than he knew was comfortable for Renji. However, the redhead gave no indication of being uncomfortable if he was.

As the jolts of electricity started to subside, the focus came back into his vision and his mind as he looked down to see burgundy eyes looking up at him as the redhead's tongue licked lips to finish off the last bits of cum off of Ichigo's cock and Renji's mouth.

Ichigo offered his hands to the redhead to help him off his knees to stand back up. Renji did so carefully as he readjusted his still too hard cock before standing to face the shorter man before him. He gave Ichigo a charming crooked smile before asking, "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did."

"I doubt that… there is no way you enjoyed that as much as I did."

Renji smiled as he leaned in to give Ichigo a soft kiss. He accepted the kiss but then pulled back slightly after the lips briefly met. He then asked, "What can I do for you, Ren? About this." He reached for the redhead's erection which was not only rock hard but the top of the tented denim material was darker indicating wetness. He gave it a firm squeeze as he watched the redhead shiver in reaction.

"It's fine, Ichi. You could give me a hand job if you want." Renji waggled his tattooed eyebrow in an attempt to bring a little humor into the situation so Ichigo wouldn't feel too uncomfortable.

The younger male got quiet as he started to finalize a decision he had been making. "I was thinking of another way, Ren." He looked into the burgundy eyes before continuing. "I know you can't let me… do you but, can you… I mean, would you want to… do me?"

Renji eyes grew wide in complete surprise to hear Ichigo offer himself so willingly and in such an open manner. "Ichigo, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. I'm totally happy-"

"Renji, would you stop treating me like a kid? I meant what I said, so can't you just hear me out?" Ichigo, while not exactly angry, was effective in expressing his irritation at being treated with kid gloves, which is what Renji was essentially doing. He knew the younger male was inexperienced in sex in general, let alone being with another man, so he didn't want to push. However, Ichigo was right; he was an adult and he was allowed to make his own choices.

"You're right, Ichi. I'm sorry about that." Renji cupped Ichigo's chin in his hand before moving in for a kiss. He then spoke. "I just want you to be sure and to not do anything because you feel obligated or something like that."

Ichigo sighed softly before responding, "I know. And that is why I also know I want this… I want you, Ren."

At this, Renji felt his heart ache a little as he pulled Ichigo in for another kiss. "I want you more than you'll ever know, Ichi. I promise to make this as smooth as possible." He pulled back to look at his face. "You ready?"

The orange mopped head nodded. "Yeah."

Renji looked at Ichigo, standing half-naked in his kitchen. He wanted to do nothing more than hoist the slim and trim figure up on his counter and grease himself up with the extra virgin olive oil and take his lover right on the spot. But with this about to be Ichigo's first time, Renji would make sure it was done properly. "Ok, let's go to the bedroom."

As they walked towards the bedroom, Renji helped Ichigo strip off his remaining pieces of clothing. He guided the naked body before him to lie on his back as Renji shed the last pieces of his clothes as well. He moved to the nightstand to grab the lube as he returned to the bed to position himself between Ichigo's legs.

Both men were silent as they expressed their emotions through their eyes. Renji poured the clear liquid into his hand and tossed the capped bottle to the side. He slicked hand and cock by rubbing the liquid up and down his shaft but he kept his eyes trained on Ichigo the whole time.

He saw the younger male shiver a bit, which he knew was from nerves and not the room's temperature. Renji was about to ask Ichigo yet again if he was really ready for this when he noticed Ichigo look into his own burgundy eyes with a face of resolve and his softened cock growing stiff and hard again.

The redhead smiled as he saw the look of desire in Ichigo's eyes and he moved in to start preparations. "I have to prep you, Ichi. But if you start feeling like anything is too much, just let me know, alright?"

Ichigo was about to yell back about the overly protective vibe but merely nodded as he felt a slicked finger enter past the ring of tight puckered muscles. He felt Renji lean over him and he felt his tongue work itself over his chest, gliding then sucking a nipple as another finger pushed in with the first. His breath hitched at the newest sensation. The redhead had stopped the finger movements, but his mouth and tongue continued to work across Ichigo's upper body as the other free hand started to stroke his now hard erection.

The younger lad started to breathe in a smoother rhythm which made Renji continue to work his two fingers inside the tight heat. As the motions increased, he then started to scissor slowly, increasing the distance with each movement, until he finally curled the fingers just so to hit the bundle of nerves he knew would make Ichigo react.

Ichigo felt the overwhelming sensation course through his body as he arched his back off the bed. At that moment, Renji thrust in a third finger and then started to work them back and forth to loosen Ichigo more.

The redhead worked his tongue across from nipple to nipple while sucking and grazing his teeth over the overly stimulated nubs. The other hand was moving itself up and down Ichigo's shaft as the other hand still pumped itself in and out of the tight heat.

When it felt ready, Renji pulled his hand away and then positioned himself by lining the tip of his cock to Ichigo's entrance.

They continued their silence but merely locked eyes as Renji started to push himself in little by little. Ichigo nodded continuously as he would look and then turn away from watching the redhead's cock disappear into him. Eventually, he saw that Renji wasn't pushing in any more but was simply waiting while remaining motionless as the redhead hooked one leg into the crook of his arm.

The redhead was biting his lip to keep his concentration and to stop himself from involuntarily thrusting into that tightness that was driving him wild. He wanted to start moving but wanted to give Ichigo time to adjust. Renji wondered if he would have to actually tell Ichigo that he was responsible for letting him know when it was safe to move. However, he felt Ichigo's ring of muscles relax and tighten in a kind of rhythm as Ichigo started to shift, as if testing out the feeling himself. Renji knew that was as good a sign as any and he started to move, thrusting slowly into Ichigo.

They started to moan as Ichigo started to adjust to the odd feeling. There was a weird sensation of feeling uncomfortably full in a place that shouldn't feel full, and yet, the friction of Renji's cock moving within him was starting to create a hot sensation of pleasure. He started to pant and moan a little harder and louder as the feelings increased in sensation from oddness to desired pleasure.

Renji was feeling overwhelmed by the tightness, but even more so, he felt a kind of tightness in his chest he knew had nothing to do with the pleasure he was feeling as he thrust into Ichigo. Seeing the male beneath him, eyes closed in a mix of pleasure and pain, was pulling at his heart. It was a feeling he had never had with any of his previous clients, even the ones he enjoyed having sex with. No, this was a new feeling Renji was learning to discover himself.

And as much as he wanted the physical pleasure to continue, the redhead wanted to find his release because he wanted Ichigo to not endure any more pain than necessary. Even now, with the preparation and gentleness, Renji knew that Ichigo would probably need to rest for the evening and well into the next day to recover from this new experience.

Not having to hold back from coming, Renji began to concentrate on reaching his end. "Ichi, I'm gonna come… any… second." At the same time, Renji started to stroke Ichigo's cock in coordination with his thrusts.

"Mmm… 'kay, Ren!"

Renji thrust and let loose, his cum filling inside Ichigo, the thought of which made the redhead happier than he could have imagined such an idea would make him feel. As the shudders from his orgasm passed through his body, Renji continued to work his hand on Ichigo's cock until he too finally came; his warm cum spewing across Renji's hand and falling unto his abdomen.

Not wanting to separate from Ichigo just yet, instead of pulling out, he leaned forward, to drape himself across Ichigo's body. The erratic breathing of Ichigo's finally settled into a slow and even rhythm as Renji assessed the current time and their situation. It would soon be time he had to say goodbye to Ichigo for the day so he could get ready for cocktails and dinner with the Sakura Club hosting its usual client dinner party.

Renji rested his head in the crook of Ichigo's neck and without pulling away, he started to say, "I know it's selfish of me to say this to you but… I don't want anyone else to touch you… here." On the final word, he gently pushed his hip forward, his softened cock still resting inside his lover.

Ichigo, glad that his face was not visible to the redhead at that moment, blushed furiously but spoke in the angriest tone he could muster, "I don't plan to let anyone else, you jerk."

Soft lips kissed the nape of the orange-haired lad before speaking again. "You say that now, but-"

Ichigo snapped his head backwards to look into burgundy eyes as he spoke angrily, "I know that now. I never planned to give my ass to a guy! You think I would change my mind just because we did it now?" He paused a few breaths before continuing, "You're the only one I'd let… you're the only one I want. Got it?"

Renji smiled as he pulled the smaller man's frame closer to his chest. "Good."

The softest of whispers escaped from the other man's lips, "Wish I could say the same for you…"

"What was that, Ichi?"

"You know what I said."

The redhead pulled out of Ichigo and then moved to position himself over his lover so he could look at him directly. "I know Ichi. If anything, you've given me so much to think about. You've made me want to reevaluate everything… but it's all very sudden for me, too. Ya think you can give me a little time?"

Ichigo's eyes widened in surprise but it soon softened into a warm smiling face. "Yeah."

They kissed one another deeply but softly – one filled with emotions over lust. Renji grabbed hot wet towels so they could wipe each other down since their time together for the day was coming to an end.

This day, and Ichigo's "gift" to him was really giving Renji a lot to think about. He helped Ichigo get cleaned up and helped him out by retrieving all his missing pieces of clothing and even helping him dress as Ichigo's back was bothering him – a sensation he hadn't been aware of when he'd given himself up to Renji.

Once they were both cleaned up and decent, Renji put in a call to Ikkaku to state that his "interviewee" was ready to leave.

The two lovers walked to the front of Renji's suite, hand in hand, to wait for the knock that would force them to say goodbye for at least two nights.

Renji held Ichigo's face in his hands. He leaned in to kiss him and then pulled back to speak. "Ichi, today… has become such an important day to me. I'll call you tomorrow night if I can, if not sometime the next day. Alright?"

Ichigo nodded. And then as if on cue, a knock at the door brought them out of their little private moment. Renji gave Ichigo a quick kiss before unlocking the door to let the man in. Ikkaku merely poked his head in saying he'd wait for Ichigo and then closed the door behind him.

"Today was… it means a lot to me too, Ren." Ichigo held on to Renji's hand tightly, gathering his courage to ask what he now knew he had to do. He looked up and stared into burgundy eyes before saying in one breath, "my birthday is in two weeks on Saturday, the 15th. Do you think you'd be able to get the night off? Maybe have dinner with m- me and my family?"

Renji looked back into brown eyes, his own burgundy ones feeling a bit misty, before he was able to speak. "I would love to. And I'm gonna take the whole weekend off… if you'll let me take you someplace special. But, are you sure you want me to meet your family?" Renji's eyes softened at the prospect. The idea of family was so important to the redhead, this was as big a moment for him as it was for Ichigo.

"I can't imagine you not meeting them," was his only reply. With those parting words, Ichigo opened the door and left with Ikkaku.

TBC

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