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.

Um, nothing to say about the chapter upfront, but I did want to thank you all (again) for all the great comments and support!

Oh, that and I am sorry if there are too many errors in this, but once again, I wanted to post it sooner than later so I didn't read it over with a fine-toothed comb.

One more chapter closer to the end… ~z.

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Chapter 16

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The alarm clock started to buzz at nine o'clock in the morning, jolting Ichigo from his slumber. He reached his arm out to hit the snooze button and realized he had to shift himself over farther to reach the clock because of the redheaded obstacle currently lying next to him.

Ichigo pulled himself up and away from the arm around him so he could turn off the alarm altogether. He knew that Renji had to be awake by now, no matter how tired he might have been. He looked down at the taller man lying next to him. Renji's hair was braided into a low ponytail to stay out of his way and to keep from getting tangled. The long tattooed form was clad in nothing but black cotton briefs. Ichigo drank in the lines of the redhead's muscles and inky tribal markings.

"Got some place to go, Ichi?" Renji stayed still but burgundy eyes were slightly open to take in the sight of the orange-haired teen.

Ichigo smiled before answering. "Yeah, I'm supposed to open the store today but, I am tempted to call in sick." He started to lean down towards the nape of the redhead's neck to press his lips against the patch of skin showing through behind the mass of long hair.

Renji froze suddenly but then took in a long deep breath as he stretched his neck, giving the teen more access before saying, "No way, Ichi." Renji turned his body to look Ichigo in the eyes before continuing, "I want you to go on with your day as usual. I didn't come here to disrupt your life." He paused before adding, "You're not gone all day, are you?"

"No." Ichigo chuckled. "It's just a part-time job."

"Good." Renji reached up to pull the orange head down for a kiss. "I didn't know you had a job. What do you do?"

Ichigo looked down into the burgundy eyes as he considered how boring it'd be to share but he answered back, "It's called Second Spin. They started out by selling LPs and then CDs and now added on reselling video games. It's pretty mindless but the schedule's flexible so it's cool."

Renji grabbed Ichigo by the chin. "Hey. Don't do that." Burgundy eyes bore into brown ones as he tried to convey his thoughts to the younger man. "You don't need to dismiss anything you do because you think it's not cool enough. In fact, I think it does sound like a sweet gig. Besides, anything you do is cool in my eyes."

"Yeah right." Ichigo rolled his eyes in mock annoyance at the redhead's sentiments, but the light blush across his cheeks said otherwise. "So, it's a half shift which means I'll be gone for a little over four hours. What are you going to do for the day?"

Renji raised a tattoo eyebrow before replying, "Oh? I thought maybe I'd do a little snooping around here."

Ichigo shrugged his shoulders good-naturedly. "Be my guest. I've got nothing to hide. There's nothing exciting around here."

The redhead couldn't help but smile at the younger man's earnestness. "Oh, if that's the case, I'll just go back to sleep." He turned around and buried his face back into the pillow.

"Jerk." As Ichigo was getting off the bed to change and get ready for his day, he grabbed the pillow out from under Renji's head and then chucked it back at him.

Renji played it cool by not moving his body at all. Instead, he reached back with his hands, without looking, grabbed the pillow off his head and placed it back under his chin, not opening his eyes once.

Ichigo found the redhead's antics both annoying and playful and somehow exciting all at the same time. He considered going back to bed to lay on top of the long muscular body but bit his lip and turned around to exit his room to take a shower; a long cold shower.

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Renji woke up a couple of hours later after he'd kissed Ichigo goodbye for the morning. He wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with Ichigo all day but he really didn't want the younger man to change any part of his life even while Renji was on his vacation.

The extra nap seemed to have revived the redhead making him feel he had replenished the sleep he'd lost the night before as he made this decision to ask Ichigo for more time to decide the nature of their relationship. The six foot two inch frame stretched his form across the length of the bed; feet hanging off the edge, waiting until he heard the bones in his back give the familiar crack.

He rolled over and swung his legs so he could sit up on the bed as he took in the contents of Ichigo's bedroom. The room, like the rest of the small apartment, was sparsely furnished and seemed to contain only the necessities. There weren't a lot of items to adorn the walls or the shelves; the only things visible were the items most people had on average – a calendar, an alarm clock, a small TV, and nothing but books and notebooks in the bookcase. He's so practical. Renji smiled as he thought about Ichigo, finding the young man to be uniquely interesting to him.

He decided to confirm his suspicions that there really was nothing for Ichigo to hide. However, the redhead figured he'd at least find a bottle of lotion or lube nearby since it's something any young man would have to indulge in while on one's own bed. Renji smiled mischievously to himself as he started to open the drawers of the nightstand next to the bed.

Renji did find something he didn't expect inside the top drawer; it was a picture frame lying face down. He pulled it out to see who might be the jilted lover and he'd have to ask who broke whose heart.

The long lean hand pulled the small black frame out and flipped it over ready to judge the figure on the other side. He hadn't been prepared to see that of a family – a very manly male with dark black hair alongside a very attractive brunette with three sets of children surrounding them. Ichigo was unmistakable with the shock of orange hair on the head of the very young boy in the picture next to two younger girls who must be his sisters. The girls matched their parents in that one had dark black hair and the other with brown hair. Renji pulled the picture up closer to his face so he could look at Ichigo more closely. He noticed that the boy in the picture had such a sweet and open expression – one of total youth and innocence. There was no hint that the face in the picture would ever understand what it'd be like to frown. And yet, Ichigo currently mastered the art of the scowl even at his young age. Renji wondered what might have caused this. He knew he'd be meeting Ichigo's family in a few days to celebrate Ichigo's birthday.

I guess I'll find out then… Renji put the frame back into the drawer but he stared at the family portrait all the way up until it was finally out of view once the drawer was shut.

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Ichigo turned the key in his front door to let himself in. He'd been wondering what Renji had been doing all morning. He was worried the redhead might have been too bored with nothing of interest in his small apartment but had to remind himself that the redhead isn't a lost puppy but a grown man who could take care of himself.

He opened the door and was about to call out a greeting when he saw the redhead walking around, cell phone glued to his ear. Renji turned to greet Ichigo with a smile and a wave with his free hand as he paced around still mid-conversation with someone on the other line.

Ichigo froze momentarily, wondering who exactly might be on the other line, but something about the ease with which Renji was moving around and smiling made Ichigo instantly ease up from being tense. He sat on the sofa as he watched the tall redhead continue his phone conversation.

"No, you're right… vacation doesn't mean not training but- No, I haven't gone yet but I was planning to-" Just then Renji turned to eye Ichigo closely, tattooed brows deep in thought. "That sounds good, but would you mind if I bring a friend with me? ... Great! Thank you. Yes, see you in thirty? Alright, goodbye." Renji took the cell away and pocketed it in the loose fitting jeans riding low on his hips.

Ichigo looked at Renji a bit skeptically before saying, "So what was all that about?"

Renji walked over to sit next to Ichigo on the sofa. Before answering, he leaned in to give the orange-haired teen a deep kiss. He pulled back and looked into the brown eyes before asking, "Want to come with, while I meet someone for a workout?"

"What kind of workout? And why are you meeting someone?"

"One of my clients is in town. I told him I'm taking some time off but he said he'd be cool with having just a sparring partner. I was going to hit the gym anyway, but an actual training session would be great for me. Would you be interested in checking it out?"

Ichigo had never gone with someone to watch someone else work out or spar with anyone, but the thought intrigued him, especially if it meant seeing Renji do anything physical. He tried to play it cool and replied simply, "Sure."

Renji jumped up saying, "Great! I'm going to change and then we can head out. Why don't you dress in something workout worthy too?"

The teen shrugged, "Sure, why not."

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Ichigo gulped as he eyed the man in front of him. He was even taller than Renji, older, more muscular, and covered with scars, even one that ran all the way down from his forehead to under his chin.

"Nice meeting you, Ichigo. Name's Kenpachi." He put his hand forward to which Ichigo reciprocated and was given quite a death grip.

The teen tried not to wince in pain as he pulled his hand away. "Nice to meet you, too." Ichigo stepped back to have a seat on one of the bleacher benches so he could watch without being the in way. He never thought he'd be concerned for the muscular redhead before, but seeing him next to the giant dark-haired man gave Ichigo pause. So, Renji practices Muay Thai -sparring against that guy!?

He looked on as the men finished taping their hands and arms with white tape. He couldn't help staring at the redhead who was wearing white boxing shorts, his red hair pulled up into a spiky ponytail and a white bandanna across his forehead. Kenpachi wore black boxing shorts and his long black hair was pulled back into a simple low ponytail and held with an elastic tie that jingled as he moved. Ichigo stared to see what could be causing the sound and he noticed that the golden bauble on the elastic was a small bell. He wasn't sure what that was about, but he figured he could ask Renji about it later.

"Same rules as usual – watch the face and leave no marks." The two men gave a slight bow of respect and then separated to move to the opposite corners of the blue mat.

Kenpachi gave the wildest grin before asking, "Abarai! Are you ready for this? Or should I expect you've been out of practice, eh?!" Kenpachi started to move and flex, throwing jabs and kicks into the air to loosen up as he waited for the redhead's reply.

Renji started to jump up and down in place as he loosened his neck muscles by rolling his head around. He too started to jab and kick into the air to warm up. "I've been practicing, but I definitely haven't had a sparring partner since the last time you were in town."

"Humph. Don't think I'm going to go easy on ya because of that!" The dark haired man gave a wicked smile as he started move towards the redhead with a wicked fast pace.

"I wouldn't have it any other way!" Renji also moved towards the other.

Renji flew with a high knee to the other man's chest but Kenpachi turned to dodge the move. However, the redhead landed solidly and then twisted with a high kick but the taller man also turned to meet with a high kick as well, as their shins collided blocking other another.

They twisted and turned to and from one another as muscles in their arms and legs tensed and rippled with each swing and block. They jumped and danced around each other as they moved forward and backwards trying to get in a solid hit at one another.

Ichigo's eyes grew wide as he took in this display of fierce fighting moves that were balanced by the most elegant twists and turns yet backed by with deadly force behind each kick and punch. After one particular go-round, Renji pulled back and stood in the typical stance: balanced on one foot, other knee bent and raised, both arms in a defensive pose yet ready to punch. The redhead was a blend of grace and testosterone; Ichigo had to reminder himself to swallow.

"You're still in good shape, Abarai!"

"And you're still hard to hit, Kenpachi! What brings you to town?"

The bodies raced towards one another as elbows flew at heads and legs swung around trying to connect against torsos.

"Kuchiki wants a sweep of the Sakura before the weekend, so I thought I'd come in and check in with Ikkaku and the team."

Renji immediately stopped his run at one of his favorite client as soon as he heard Byakuya's name. "I should have been clear… Ichigo, he's not with the Club-"

"Ah, screw that shit, Abarai. Even if he ain't, you wouldn't have brought him here if he weren't trust worthy. Am I right?"

Renji looked at the man who stood across from him. The man always acted gruff and wild and came across as a little thick in the head, but Renji always knew there was a reason he owned and operated the most trusted security companies in the country. He shook his head, amazed by the older man's intuition. He turned his head to stare at the orange-haired teen before replying to Kenpachi, "Yeah, I trust him completely."

"You're open." The redhead turned his head back around to see that Kenpachi had closed the distance by half as he threw a punch at Renji. The redhead twisted his head just in time to miss the brunt of the force but he was caught off guard for the reverse twisting arm, catching most of Kenpachi's elbow to his ear.

Renji staggered backwards but quickly regained his footing. He got into his stance looking for an opening to attack.

Kenpachi stood back, grinning wildly, as he watched the redhead and waited.

Suddenly, the redhead took off, running full force at the dark-haired giant. He lunged with knee poised in air, looking to connect against Kenpachi's chest.

However, the giant merely waited and pulled Renji into a bear hug instead. Renji cried out in shock and pain as the massive arms squeezed the air out of his lungs. The bodies twisted in mid air with the redhead's back landing hard against the mat. The larger man lay on top of the redhead – both breathing heavily. Renji laid back taking in large gulps of air.

Kenpachi's face was resting in the crook of Renji's neck. As he eyed the tattoo lines running alongside the redhead's neck, drops of sweat running longing along its length, he couldn't resist running his long tongue to taste the man beneath him.

The redhead froze for a split second but relished the feeling before saying, "Any more of that, and I'm going to have to charge you for that, sir."

The larger man barked out a laugh. He took in one long whiff against the Renji's neck before lifting himself off the redhead. "Ya still smell good, Abarai. But I wouldn't dream of taking you in front of your friend over there." Kenpachi got up and lowered his hand to help the redhead on his feet as well.

Renji looked at his client. "I don't know what you mean, Kenpachi."

Ichigo hadn't taken his eyes off the duo especially since Renji had ended up embraced in the bear hug. The hard smack to the mat had Ichigo worried but then he was sure he stopped breathing when he saw the tongue lick the tattooed neck. A part of Ichigo was feeling a smoldering rage building inside of him, and yet, his eyes were glued to the scene as he also felt a twitch in his groin as he watched the two men in front of him. Wow. That was kind of… hot. Ichigo was a little confused by his reaction. He didn't like the idea of Renji being with another man, and he was sure he was jealous, but that one lick by Kenpachi also made Ichigo start to feel his cock hardening.

The dark-haired man barked another laugh before clapping the redhead on the shoulder. "Give it up. The way you two look at each other, you'll never convince anybody you guys aren't involved… and it's obvious it's more serious than even you might realize." He turned to look at the orange-haired lad before shouting, "Ichigo! Next time, why don't you spar with us? Two against one – it'll be just the challenge I'm looking for."

"Uh, sure." Ichigo walked up to move closer to Renji as he watched Kenpachi wave at them both before grabbing his duffle bag and leaving the training hall. When the redhead turned his eyes back to him, Ichigo then grabbed Renji's hand before saying, "Let's go back. Now."

Renji looked at Ichigo in surprise, wondering what had the shorter lad so agitated when Renji's head was pulled down suddenly by the teen into a rough passionate kiss.

"Oh! Right. Let's go."

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The front door slammed open as Renji and Ichigo rushed in. Bags and shoes were thrown carelessly into the living room as the two males pulled and grabbed at the rest of the items on their bodies as they moved towards the bedroom.

Shirts and pants were flung to floor at the foot of the bed. Ichigo's hands ran over the wet tattooed skin as he moved his mouth closer to taste the salty slick skin as well. Ichigo's tongue reached out to lick at one of Renji's nipples which elicited a surprised moan from the redhead. It was a sound that went straight to Ichigo's cock.

"Ren, I want you so bad- right now." Ichigo continued to lap at the hard nub to which Renji tried to focus on removing the rest of shorter man's clothing, using his hands to push down the teen's boxers. But when Ichigo started to suck at the nipple instead, Renji lost it and pulled away from Ichigo so he can fall back onto the bed.

Burgundy eyes focused on Ichigo's own as he moved to lie down before spreading his legs to allow the teen access. "Take me, Ichi."

Ichigo started to move in to position himself in-between the redhead's legs when he realized he hadn't bought any lube. He didn't think it'd be ideal, but he did have lotion in the drawer so he was starting to reach for the bottom drawer when Renji beat him to it.

Instead of the lotion, Renji pulled out the familiar bottle of lubricant that Ichigo had seen before in Renji's room. He watched as the redhead uncapped the bottle before pouring some of the clear liquid into his hands as he approached Ichigo's erection.

Skilled long hands worked its way up and down Ichigo's cock, coating yet stimulating all at once in one swift smooth motion. Renji pulled his hands away to start prep himself in the meantime. At first, Ichigo was going to stop him so he could take care of Renji but he stopped once the redhead's long fingers reached his own entrance.

The sight of Renji starting to push his fingers into himself was a sight Ichigo hadn't considered, but now he couldn't take his eyes off the redhead. He stared as Renji's mouth parted as he felt the tight ring of muscles part as his fingers reached in, scissoring to prep himself for Ichigo. The redhead was starting to react to his own ministrations and Ichigo found it incredibly mesmerizing.

Renji felt he was prepared enough to accept Ichigo and pulled out his fingers so he could focus on getting Ichigo inside of him as fast as possible. He wanted to be fucked right away by Ichigo.

As the younger man approached, Renji moved his leg up to rest on the orange-haired lad's shoulder. Ichigo lined himself up, pressing his tip to the redhead's entrance. As he started to press forward, he leaned his body closer to Renji's so their lips could meet for a kiss. He felt himself pushing inward, inch by inch as he listened to the hitches in Renji's breathing.

Finally, when he was inside, feeling overwhelmed by the tightness and the heat, he waited for Renji to give him a sign.

"Fuck me, Ichigo."

At that, the teen slammed his hip forward as he watched Renji buck underneath him, gasping loudly in surprise and ecstasy. Seeing Renji's face flushed with mouth open, panting, made Ichigo let loose.

He replayed the image of Renji sparring with Kenpachi, a whirl of muscles and graceful moves as the two bodies clashed and evaded with expertise. Ichigo lowered himself to hover over Renji as he again inhaled the scent that was what made Renji so unique – that blend of camellias and now a heady musk from the redhead's workout; it was intoxicating and a scent Ichigo was trying to record into his mind.

"Ichi… nngg- ha!" Renji gasped as Ichigo thrusts started to become erratic. This time, Ichigo pushed himself to sit up a bit as he remembered to grab a hold of Renji's own rock-hard member and he began to stroke it as he continued to thrust into the redhead.

Renji was loving the sensation and he moved his hands over the teen's own strong toned chest. He rested his fingers over Ichigo's nipples and gave a squeeze to both hard tips which made Ichigo gasp in response.

"Ren – I'm coming!"

At that, Renji focused on his own release as well and both bodies began to buck erratically as their orgasms reached its peak, Ichigo's own release shooting into Renji's tight cavern while hot milky cum was stroked out of the redhead's cock landing on the toned and tattooed abs.

Ichigo's arms were starting to fatigue and he started to collapse onto the redhead below him as he also lost the rhythm of stroking Renji anymore.

Renji tried to regain his breath as well, having fully enjoyed Ichigo's explosion of passion just then.

Ichigo rested his face in the crook of Renji's neck. Renji turned to allow the teen more access. The younger lad inhaled deeply as he pressed his face further moving his lips to the nape of Renji's neck. He felt the redhead shiver underneath him. He pulled back and decided to test the idea by moving back in and then sucking slightly at the area where the neck met the shoulder. And sure enough, Renji's reacted by shivering slightly and gasping softly this time.

"Ya figured it out, Ichi?" Renji searched for the brown eyes before continuing, "Yup, that's a weakness of mine. You can get almost anything outta me if you start there."

Ichigo pretended to growl in annoyance as he said, "Oh, now you tell me? Don't you think I might have wanted to know that when we started all this?"

Renji shook his head and replied, "Nope. You don't have to do anything special to get me goin', Ichi. So long as you're here, that's all I need to make me want you."

Their lips met for another kiss, this time a little longer and deeper but sweeter.

When they pulled apart, Renji asked, "Mind if a take a shower? I definitely need one now."

Ichigo smiled. "Yeah, sure. Although, maybe I should show you were it is?"

Renji snorted, "Your place ain't that big, Ichi. I know where- oh wait. Yeah, you better show me. Now."

As soon as Ichigo got off him, the redhead bolted off the bed, grabbing the younger man's hand, leading the way to Ichigo's shower so they could go for another round.

TBC

Hope you enjoyed the little sparring match.

So, I love watching Muay Thai, but I personally know nothing about it in terms of what it really takes to spar or how best to describe it.

Watch any Tony Jaa movie and you'll see some great stuff. ^_^

Yes, there is more to come… but it's all coming to a head soon.

Thanks for reading! You guys are awesome. XD

~z.