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 everyone,
I hope you'll find this next chapter enjoyable.
I had a really hard time setting this up… I feel like there is a lot of rambling, but I think it helped me to finally get this out there.
Again, I tried to catch my typos and grammatical errors and such,, but it's another late night with little sleep the night before.
Comments and reviews are love. Thanks so much for reading this!
The usual clients' dinner that evening after Ichigo had left was a simple and comfortable event and Renji was grateful for it. He didn't have to be on his game and he didn't have to worry about being with anyone for the evening since everyone present knew he was reserved anyway. Instead, he was able to enjoy listening to conversations amongst his fellow associates and the usual rich clientele who found it more entertaining to eat a good meal amongst men, attractive ones at that, who would not only listen but were able to keep up with the conversation about business and politics and the social gossip among the other rich and eccentric in their group.
It was this part of the lifestyle that Renji did enjoy. Being a part of the Sakura Club was more than just sex; Renji enjoyed learning about the world and having received the education to understand it all. It was a life he knew he would never have been exposed to had he never taken Byakuya's offer. He looked around to drink in the atmosphere in-between listening to and participating in the multiple conversations going around him. And yet, for a split second, the image of hard brown eyes softening as that face broke into a rare smile popped into the redhead's mind which made Renji sigh unexpectedly out loud.
"Renji-san! Is anything wrong?" Rikichi had come over to refill the empty glass in the redhead's hands when he heard the audible sigh.
Renji shook his head. "I'm fine, Rikichi. Thanks for this." He raised the now filled glass to express his gratitude to the young man.
Rikichi turned his eyes away as he smiled before asking, "I thought maybe you had an exceptionally busy time last night with those new guests?"
"Ah, well," the redhead replied while scratching the back of his head sheepishly, "actually…"
"Yeah, that guy struck out big time." Grimmjow moved closer and pressed his face in towards the redhead. "Matter of fact, I don't think you've done much since ya took that little nobody back to your room that night. What's a matter, Red? Lost your mojo?"
Renji's eyes narrowed as he looked into blue ones. "Shut up, Grimm."
However, not wanting to share the truth about Ichigo, yet unable to resist thinking about how much more excitement he's had with the "nobody," Renji smiled broadly at the blue-eyed man and shrugged nonchalantly. "Besides, Grimm, I didn't think you cared that much about what I did, hmm?"
The redhead watched as Grimmjow walked away looking smug, Grimmjow believing he had gotten one over on his co-worker. Renji shook his head finding the moment humorous, but then turned his head to look at Rikichi who had grown quiet.
"I don't understand," said Rikichi.
Renji looked at the young man with a questioning face. "Oh? What is it, Rikichi?"
The young man looked confused but also felt awkward with what he was about to say. "I don't understand. The guests the other night… when I escorted them in from their cars, the first thing they asked me was about Abarai-san. They asked me if you were the only redhead here… they knew so much about you, I was sure they came to see you. So…" Rikichi's face was a mixture of confusion and embarrassment for bringing up what he imagined was a bit of an insult to Renji.
Renji stood up and placed his hand on the younger man's shoulder as an act of reassurance. "It's nothing. But thanks for telling me this." Renji was about to turn away before he recalled, "I haven't seen Izuru tonight. Do you know when he's arriving?"
Rikichi nodded and replied, "Ah, yes, Kira-san has a special appointment with his client and they will not be joining the group tonight."
"Ah. Thanks, Rikichi." Renji waited for the young man to leave before retreating back into his own thoughts. He didn't have to guess at figuring out who Izuru's special client was. Aizen's associate Ichimaru Gin was never far behind with Gin or Tousen Kaname arriving a day before. Just means he really is coming tomorrow. And with that thought, Renji tried to ignore the idea and get back to enjoying the rest of his evening while trying not to think about the brown-eyed one who kept stealing his thoughts from him.
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Renji awoke the next morning, trying to keep his mind to business as usual: breakfast, the gym, relaxing until time to entertain clients. But his mind wasn't into it this day, same as the night before. He found himself thinking about a certain orange-haired someone and could feel himself waiting for a message on his cell, wanting it to be from his current distraction.
And as the messages arrived that weren't from Ichigo, he felt his own growing weakness towards wanting to place a call to his new lover but he used his self-control to hold off. Talking to Ichigo now would do no good other than distract him and make him want to be with Ichigo when he can't. He had said he'd call the younger man when his number one patron was gone, and if Renji couldn't control his passions for at least another day, he didn't deserve to be doing what he does.
He decided to expend his energy and kill a lot of time by going for a run and then getting a good workout at the gym. He ended up killing almost a full extra hour and was glad to be thinking on something other than the newest events in his life and also wondering what it all meant for his time with Aizen and his future in general.
Having returned from the gym and not wanting to see anyone just yet, Renji decided to take a long soak instead of a quick shower. He peeled off the soaking wet t-shirt and track pants and enjoyed the coolness on his sweat-covered skin as he walked towards his bathroom.
He noticed that his outfit for the evening had been chosen and hung on the cherry wood valet outside the bathroom door. A black yukata and hakama were draped across the wooden hanger with the white silk sash curled neatly and laid on top of the red-trimmed geta. Japanese again? As he considered the options that could have been presented to him, historical cosplay hardly seemed a problem since there were many other outfits he could have been asked to wear in light of Aizen's possible preferences.
Renji tossed his soiled clothes into the hamper and ran the water to fill the giant soaking tub. He decided to check for messages as he waited for the tub to fill. He crossed back into his bedroom to check the House phone system on his nightstand. There were a few random messages but nothing that updated his agenda for the evening. It listed the time and the location, all of which he knew, but no guest list which meant he still didn't know who else would be with Aizen for dinner. No point wondering now since I'll find out in a couple of hours. With that thought, Renji decided to wash his hair and then enjoy his bath before getting his mind in order so he could get through the evening.
It had been a few weeks since Aizen had been in town so Renji did wonder if things would feel any different. Once he had gotten over his initial shyness and awkwardness of being a novice escort, no matter how much time had passed, it had stopped feeling different no matter how much time passed between his visits from Aizen.
But now? Considering the uneasiness he was feeling in the pit of his stomach just at the thought of seeing his "Taichou," Renji already knew things had changed and probably would feel differently after all.
Renji had learned discipline and been well-trained since entering the Club. Yet, he had now broken some of the "rules" he lived by: the one set by Aizen to not be involved before seeing him and the one Renji had set for himself – to not become emotionally involved with anyone. Renji had to get these distractions out of his mind. He didn't want to, but Renji pushed the thoughts of Ichigo out of his mind so he could focus on Aizen and the rest of the evening.
He stepped out of the large tub and rubbed a small amount of body oil across his damp skin. Renji then dried himself off with one of the oversized white cotton towels that lay folded on the counter. He ran a blow-dryer over his wet locks until his hair was dry and silky waves of crimson in his hands. Renji grabbed the black garments off the valet and started to dress. He slipped on the black yukata and hakama then tied off the outfit with the white sash. He slipped on the geta and gave himself a final onceover before leaving his suite.
Renji exited his suite and headed for the secondary dining hall. It had been a while since he'd had to wear the wooden platforms and he wasn't fond of how loudly they clacked against the marble floors, but he was glad to know he was able to walk well even in the awkward footwear. As he approached the door, he took a deep breath before turning the knob and walking through.
The first thing Renji noticed was that the large dining table that normally adorned the room had been replaced with a black velvet chaise lounge. On it was a long white silk material like the sash he was currently wearing, a shorter length of white like a blindfold, and some thin corded red rope. The few men in the room were dressed in normal attire; Renji the only one in a Japanese outfit. In attendance were Izuru, Shuuhei and their respective clients Gin and Kaname. And seated by himself between the pairs of men standing around was Renji's number one patron.
"Abarai-kun. Thank you for joining us this evening."
"Good evening, Aizen-san. Everyone."
Gin gave Renji a childlike wave of the hand and his always plastered-on fox grin. Kaname merely nodded in recognition while Shuuhei and Izuru stayed silent. Aizen remained seated in a white leather armchair that sat facing Renji with the chaise in-between them.
"Please come here, sit before me." Aizen gestured with a slight wave of his fingers indicating for Renji to sit on the chaise.
Renji moved slowly but kept his poise as he moved to sit on the chaise next to the items laid out on it. He chose to ignore the implication of the items and kept his eyes trained on Aizen.
The man merely smiled at Renji's behavior before breaking the silence. "Gentlemen."
At this word, Izuru and Shuuhei approached the seated redhead. Renji remained still – he had performed with others before, especially with these two associates who he considered to be friends, but it was always a pre-planned production; it had never been sprung on him like this.
Renji guessed Aizen had some reason for it, but he decided to go along as directed and to act as unconcerned as possible.
Izuru spread his hands across Renji's chest, pushing the folds of the yukata open, making the ends start to slip out of the hakama. As Izuru started to reach for the white sash at Renji's waist, the redhead felt his head being turned up by Shuuhei's hand. Renji's lips were captured by those of his dark haired friend as he felt his hakama being pulled down and off his legs by his other friend.
While Renji would normally enjoy putting on this display, something about the moment felt off, making him feel uneasy. However, he let Shuuhei deepen the kiss and he in turn responded by allowing their tongues to collide and he thrust his tongue into Shuuhei's mouth. Renji started to reach up to grab the short spiky dark hair but stopped suddenly. He gasped aloud as he felt a hand grabbing his hardening cock and a warm wet tongue lapping up and down his shaft.
Burgundy eyes looked down at his blond haired friend when Shuuhei then started to push the redhead backwards to lie on the chaise. Renji felt himself fully aroused when the warm wet tongue stopped its ministrations. As he looked down, he saw that the thin red cord was being wrapped around the base of his shaft by Izuru.
Renji's eyes widened as he watched the blond hand off the remaining length of rope to Shuuhei as Izuru placed himself between Renji's legs. Izuru used his hands to push Renji's legs apart and back so that the redhead's knees were pressed to his chest. At the same time, the red cord continued to wrap itself around his balls and cock – the pressure starting to build uncomfortably – a discomfort Renji knew would only get worse.
Renji saw Izuru starting to wrap his legs with the long white sash before handing off the rest to Shuuhei who would continue to bind Renji's arms by wrapping the material around his chest. As the blond started to lean over with the short white blindfold, Renji turned to look at Aizen who still sat in the same position in the seat. The only change in the man was that his previous smirk had widened into a smile as one hand lay on top of the tent in the crotch of his pants.
Renji kept his eyes on this "taichou" until it was overcome by darkness. Now having lost one of his senses, he could feel his other four heightening. He could hear his own breath catching unevenly; he felt the tight pressure in his groin creating an inexplicable desire for release and yet the slight pain of having it held back was arousing; his skin felt more alive as every touch and caress seemed to have more energy and weight as it brushed across every exposed area.
He could feel the rough material of Izuru's pants pressed up against his exposed entrance and against his straining cock. Renji couldn't help but twitch his hips at the contact, instinctively desiring more friction even though there would be no release. And suddenly, Aizen spoke. "Thank you, gentlemen. That'll be all."
Renji felt Shuuhei give him a squeeze on the shoulder and could feel the air sweep past as he walked away. He knew Izuru was leaving once the pressure against his nether regions and the extra weight on the chaise disappeared. However, he felt warmth near his cheek and the softest kiss near his ear saying goodnight along with a nearly inaudible, "I'm sorry."
Before Renji could comprehend if he'd heard the words or imagined it, his senses were jumbled in hearing voices wishing one another good-night and leaving the large room. Lying on his back, arms and legs bound in an awkward pose, and his manhood straining against the restraints of red rope, Renji started to feel vulnerable and cold in the large room. He knew logically that Aizen had not left, but the man stayed so immobile and silent that Renji was starting to wonder if he really had been left alone in this current predicament.
He called out softly, "Aizen-san?"
Just then, Renji felt the weight of a body sitting on the chaise. Only then did Aizen speak. "Ah, Renji… do you only call for me when you need me?"
"I just… I wasn't sure if you'd left, Aizen-san."
"You see, Renji. I have no intention of leaving you. We have a good thing here, yes?" A hand worked itself up and down the corded cock making Renji's breath hitch.
"Yes." The redhead squirmed a little, desiring more contact when the hand moving up and down suddenly grabbed his shaft firmly.
"Yes, what, Renji?"
"Yes, Taichou."
Aizen smiled and then started to stroke the man lying down. "Very good."
Renji's mouth was agape as he tried to breathe and swallow against the nervousness in his gut. "Taichou… why… this? We haven't done this… since – back then…"
Aizen's voice remained smooth and his tone undetectable as he used one hand to roam freely across the expanses of tattooed skin while his other continued to move up and down Renji's shaft, moving over the leaking tip, dragging the pre-cum randomly along his cock.
Renji bit his bottom lip as he tried to keep in his emotions as the electricity seemed to rush through his body, building and starting to scream for release.
"It seemed like you needed a reminder about discipline, Renji. You thought I had left you just now… yet here I am. What have you been thinking in that regard, Renji?"
Renji's mind suddenly stopped as he understood this question clearly, even under the external distractions. And yet, he replied, "I don't understand what you mean, Taichou."
"It seems you've been distracted. Am I wrong in thinking this?" Renji heard the snap of a bottle cap being opened.
"And here, I even brought you a special gift." Aizen fell silent when Renji felt the cool liquid being drizzled and landing in globs on his cock and slipping towards the puckered entrance of his upturned ass.
And then the cloyingly sweet and artificial fragrance hit him. Strawberries?!
Aizen began to smooth the cold lube around Renji's straining member and around the tight ring of muscles, teasing as if to enter but never quiet pushing past. He squirmed underneath the fingers and hand working across his sensitized flesh as his mind raced with concern over what Aizen knew about Ichigo and what his intentions were.
"Renji, have you nothing to say? I brought this especially for you. I understand it's a favorite of yours?" Aizen lifted two fingers up towards Renji's lips. It was coated in the fragrant lube which made Renji turn his head away. "Taste it, Abarai-kun."
Renji opened his lips when Aizen slipped the fingers in slowly and the deep into Renji's mouth. The taste was disgusting to Renji – he was never fond of flavored lubricants but this fake strawberry flavor was especially offensive to his sensory receptors. Renji desperately wanted the blindfold off so he could look at Aizen but no such luck. Instead, the fingers were pulled out of his mouth as Aizen moved in for a kiss. His tongue pushed in past Renji's lips and swept in deeply into his mouth. As their tongues swirled, Renji was grateful for the artificial flavor being swept away.
The sensations were starting to overwhelm as Renji felt Aizen's own hardened cock starting to press at his waiting entrance, lubed and waiting to be penetrated. Renji's thoughts were starting to only desire release as Aizen worked his tongue in and around Renji's mouth, hands moving across Renji's chest, over nipples as fingernails scratched at the hardened nubs off and on.
"Please… Taichou… more…"
Aizen pulled himself up to stare down at his lovely redhead. He was proud of the product he had molded into this incredibly sexy male writhing beneath him. He had found some ideal prospects before, but none had been as enticing and satisfying as Abarai Renji. And seeing him bound and blindfolded was giving Aizen reason to smile and even enough feeling for his special subordinate to allow him release… soon.
"Does this mean I have your attention, Renji?"
Renji bit his lip, trying to contain his thoughts and keep himself under control before responding. "Yes, Taichou."
Aizen leaned down, holding up his body over the bound redhead. "No more distractions when I call?" He moved his lips just over Renji's left ear, lips pressing close to behind the lobe – an erogenous zone of Renji's that was especially sensitive for the redhead – one of the few places Aizen knew very well.
Renji turned his head, allowing more access to the spot that made him lose control just a bit more than usual. "Yes, Tai-"
"You may call me by my name now, Renji."
Renji turned his head to look at his patron, even with the blindfold on, before replying, "Yes, Aizen-san."
"Very good, Renji." And with that, Aizen pressed his cock into Renji's entrance making the redhead gasp in shock and desire. Aizen began to thrust as Renji tried to keep his mind together though all he could think was how much he wanted to release his cum. His breathing was increasing as rapidly as Aizen's hips slamming into him.
As Aizen started to reach his climax, he finally started to release the bit of red rope. As Renji started to feel the release of pressure around his straining member, his hips started to shake as he started to come wildly. Aizen also started to buck erratically as the wave of his orgasm shook him as he pressed every last ounce he could manage inside the redhead below he considered his own. Renji was something he had put a lot of time and money into – a great investment he was not going to allow to wander off because of minor distractions.
As he felt the redhead below him relax as he too finished riding out his orgasm, Aizen released Renji from the other white bindings that were around his arms and legs. As he let Renji bring his aching legs down, Aizen finally reached for the blindfold and pulled it off the redhead's eyes. As he waited for the burgundy eyes to adjust before being able to look at him properly, Aizen glanced at the messiness gathered on Renji's abdomen from the redhead's own release. It was only when Renji finally adjusted to the light in the room and looked at Aizen did he speak. "Renji, this," he said as he ran his fingers through the cum still on the tattooed abs, "is hardly your average three days wait. And I know you're not so weak as to masturbate."
Renji said nothing as he thought and then the memory did come to him. "Aizen-san, you had me part of the dinner to entertain your guests from Germany. How did you know I wasn't chosen that night to ask me about this?"
Aizen looked at Renji before putting his cum covered fingers in his mouth to taste the redhead. "Abarai-kun… do you really need an answer to that question?"
Renji looked away from Aizen's gaze before answering him. "No."
Aizen got up off the chaise to retrieve the fresh robe that hung on the back of the leather chair he'd been seated in earlier. "I didn't think so, Renji. Now, let's wash up and get something to eat, yes?"
Renji sat up as he looked for something to wipe himself with. Aizen handed him a towel that had been left in the room earlier for such the occasions. The burgundy eyes looked up in surprise. "Aizen-san, you're staying the night?"
"Of course. I'm staying for the weekend, Renji. I don't ignore my investments and I have further business to handle before I have to go to Munich for a couple of weeks." He looked at Renji directly before continuing his thought. "And I do not like leaving any loose ends before I leave town."
Renji decided this was not the time to formulate any thoughts or plans – anything he tried now would be seen by this man. "That's wonderful, Aizen-san. Dinner sounds ideal."
"Excellent, Abarai-kun." He grabbed Renji by the chin and pulled him in for a kiss. It was neither overly rough nor very tender – it was territorial.
TBC
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I assume most of you readers all watch Bleach but if you're not sure of the clothing terms, just ask. _
I hope Aizen came across the way I wanted him to…
Till the next chappy…
~z.