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,

Wow, thanks for the amazing feedback, especially for Ch. 18!

Also, I can't take all the credit for Renji's amazing outfits. x3

I've gotten a lot of inspiration over time from a lot of great fan art. In fact, I am planning to make a viewable album of images related to this story. I'll debut a link probably with the last chapter (we'll see how much I get done).

I am not sure this was a necessary chapter, but I hope you'll find something of relevance here (since there were some points I wanted to convey).

As always, apologies for any major technical errors. I've gone through it only once.

I look forward to your comments! ~z.

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Chapter 19

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Renji and Ichigo walked into the small apartment hand in hand with Ichigo leading the way. The redhead had never felt the younger man taking charge like before, where even the act of walking was being forced by the shorter male. But Renji felt so relieved by his decision to change his life for the sake of his young lover and so pleased to see Ichigo's own satisfaction, he was happy to follow along.

Ichigo unlocked the front door quickly and continued to lead the way towards the bedroom without the aid of turning on the lights. Familiarity let him pass through the obstacles of furniture without hesitation while keeping the redhead clear of hindrances as well. Quickly arriving at the desired destination, he stopped then turned around to face the taller man.

Ichigo's hands moved under the redhead's sweater, pushing the fabric upwards off the torso, hands skimming roughly over tattooed skin, purposefully brushing over sensitive nipples with extra pressure. Renji's breath hitched at the contact, head tipping backwards reactively. As the sweater started to amass around his neck, he moved his arms around to help Ichigo pull the garment off. Renji reached out to disrobe the shorter body in front of him but was surprised by the firm hands that gripped his wrists from moving further. With the moonlight, even in the darkness Renji could see the intense expression on Ichigo's face. He didn't utter a word, but merely shook his head slowly, a clear message that the redhead shouldn't do anything further; Ichigo was in charge.

Renji wasn't expecting this, but he was clearly enjoying this aggressive Ichigo and he was more than willing to comply with his lover's dominance. The redhead relaxed his arms and Ichigo helped him lower his arms to his side. Only then did the younger male reach forward to loosen the black jeans off the taller man's figure. Renji stood still, trying not to lose his balance or his mind as the smaller hands once again ran roughly down the sides of his legs, pushing the material too slowly for the redhead's liking. But he continued to do nothing, allowing Ichigo to maintain full control.

The act was teasing and Renji wanted to touch his lover. As he moved his hands forward to try and grab Ichigo by the shoulders, the head of coarse orange spikes nestled in under Renji's chin as the mouth clamped onto skin, sucking in, leaving a mark. Renji inhaled sharply at the contact and heard the words, "Don't do anything" spoken breathily against his neck.

Burgundy eyes went wide when he was suddenly being ushered towards the bed. Ichigo rested his hands on the tattooed chest, pushing the taller man onto his back. Once he straddled himself over the hips of his naked lover, Ichigo started to pull his shirt off, tossing it carelessly to the floor. He kept his gaze firmly locked onto Renji's, his face a mix of desire and determination. Renji looked up to drink in this image of the man he'd changed his life for, thoroughly in awe of being given this new facet he hadn't known about Ichigo. In the dark room enhanced by the pale moonlight, brown eyes hidden in shadow, Ichigo's face and his entire body seemed to cast a smooth grayish alabaster sheen, skin so pale it seemed almost translucent.

Renji watched as Ichigo moved lower down his body, orange spiky hair moving towards the erection that was aching for release. "Ichi- nngh!" Renji's words and thoughts cut short as he felt teeth and lips graze a little too roughly down his shaft. He bucked upwards only to feel the sensitive head hit the back of Ichigo's throat. He immediately regretted it, wondering if he'd jerked too hard for the younger male but then he felt his cock being swallowed whole yet again, the warm wet mouth moving up and down, deeper than he'd ever felt from his young lover before.

The redhead gasped in pleasure and shock as he wondered what had come over Ichigo. He'd never been so aggressive in the bedroom before. Renji had always wanted to spice up their lovemaking with occasional roughness, but he had planned to take it slowly with his novice lover so as not to scare him. And yet, Ichigo was clearly using all of his recent experiences plus some instinct on what to do to elicit pleasure from the man writhing beneath him.

Renji grasped the head of hair bobbing up and down his cock as he tried to concentrate. He didn't want to come yet, and he had a feeling his lover wouldn't want him to either.

Sure enough, once the redhead's breathing started to become harsher, Ichigo pulled up suddenly. "Not yet," was all he said. He then leaned over as he reached for the bottle in the nightstand. Once he retrieved the bottle, he pulled himself back to sit up on his haunches again, positioned in-between the redhead's long legs.

Ichigo was bare-chested but Renji noticed he was still wearing his pants. He put the bottle down by his knees, and only then did Ichigo started to undo his pants. He unbuckled his belt, undid the button and started to unzip the fly. He then pushed the garment down past his thighs, releasing his own hard erection to the cool night air.

Without bothering to remove his pants, Ichigo then handled the bottle and uncapped the top and poured some of the liquid into his open palm. Ichigo then tossed it aside so he could lubricate two fingers, all the while keeping his eyes on the man beneath him. Once his right hand's fingers were lubricated, he used the other palm to coat his throbbing cock. He leaned forward as he started to move his fingers towards Renji's entrance while using his other hand to bring the redhead's leg upwards into the crook of his arm.

Two fingers entered without hesitation. Renji thrust his head back at the intrusion which was soon being worked back and forth prepping him. Renji's hands started to fist the sheets below as he started to writhe as Ichigo pushed in a third finger, pumping his hand back and forth.

Renji started to pant harder, waiting, wanting Ichigo to take him then.

As the fingers slid out, he opened his eyes to look at his lover waiting to enter him, cock poking teasingly at his now ready hole.

"Ren, I don't want anyone else touching you here." Ichigo pushed just the head of his cock into Renji.

The redhead grunted slightly, not at the object entering him, but the fact it was just barely there, when he wanted it all inside of him right away. "OK, Ichi…" He nodded as he bit his lower lip waiting for what's to come.

"Mine." At the word, Ichigo thrust his hip forward, pushing into the redhead.

"Gah!" Renji gasped loudly, head hitting the mattress as he took Ichigo in. With a couple more thrusts, Ichigo was pushing to the hilt, long leg now draped over his shoulder.

He pushed forward, leaning over the tattooed figure, pressing the redhead's leg against his own chest. Renji felt every thrust deeper and stronger than he'd ever felt from Ichigo before. Ichigo brought his lips down to smash against Renji's, teeth clacking with saliva hitting all areas in and around their mouths.

Both men started to breathe heavier and faster, working themselves towards release. Renji wondered if Ichigo was close as he was ready to reach his orgasm. "Ichi- I'm almost… are you?" he asked between pants.

At this, Ichigo started to buck erratically as he released his cum into the redhead. Renji's eyes widened as he felt the warmth spreading inside of him. He was surprised because he and Ichigo were always so verbal about when they were close so they could always try and satisfy the other, doing their best to come together.

Ichigo pulled out quickly, cum still leaking from his softening cock. "Not yet… for you… Ren." Ichigo then wrapped his hand around his own cock, milking the last drops of cream liquid into his hand. He also fingered the drops that were leaking out of the redhead. He then started to smooth the warm but quickly cooling cum on Renji's erection, stroking up and down the shaft from tip to base.

Renji watched mesmerized at Ichigo wondering what was going through the younger man's head. Once he was done fully coating the redhead's cock, Ichigo shed the rest of his pants and threw them off the bed. He then worked himself over the redhead to line up his entrance over the tip of Renji's erection.

Ichigo's eyes softened the heat and exertion also making the paleness disappear from his flesh, making him seem more like his usual self. He then spoke, "Just as before, I've always been yours, but I'm glad that tonight, we're both here for each other." Ichigo reached his hand behind him to grab Renji's cock to guide himself down onto the redhead fully.

Renji relished the feeling surrounding his erection as the heat and tightness enveloped his senses. Once Ichigo was down, he waited for the young man to adjust. Renji knew this wouldn't take long, and he didn't need it to. He had what he knew Ichigo wanted to give and what he wanted from him. "I love you, Ichigo."

Ichigo merely smiled before saying, "Move."

Renji thrust his hips upwards so quickly he caught Ichigo by surprise. The smaller man's head snapped backwards as he reveled in the sharpness he felt within him. But as Renji continued to move by bucking his hips, Ichigo worked to find the rhythm so that he complemented the movements by moving in the opposite direction.

Once their thrusting was in unison, Renji felt himself nearing his climax. He looked down to see Ichigo's own erection had returned and he reached out to help relieve his lover once more. Ichigo wrapped his hand over Renji's and they both worked his cock with quick movements reaching their release quickly.

Renji bucked upwards as he unloaded into Ichigo as he felt his lover's own hotness spurting over his abdomen, cum trailing its way down over both their hands and landing on the redhead beneath.

Ichigo collapsed forward, lying unceremoniously on top of Renji, head resting in the crook of the redhead's neck. Both were sweaty but Ichigo pressed his lips against the pattern of inky lines on the throat to leave a kiss. "I love you, Renji."

Renji wrapped strong tattooed arms around the body resting on his own, hugging the smaller form above him with a painfully strong grip. He knew Ichigo could take it, and he needed to express his emotions with a physical show of love just then.

When he released his grip, Ichigo brought his head up so he could look into Renji's eyes. "You trying to suffocate me?" he smirked.

Renji merely smiled as he ran one hand through the short orange locks raised above him. "Ichi, wow. Not that I'm complaining, mind you, but what brought this on?"

"Hmm?" Then Ichigo softly kissed the redhead before rolling off his lover so he could reach for something to clean them both off. He retrieved his discarded shirt as he started to wipe down the redhead before taking care of himself.

Once Renji was relatively clean, he scooted himself over to give Ichigo more room on the bed and then leaned on his side, arm bent, head resting in his hand. He waited for his lover to toss the dirty garment off to the side before he settled back unto the bed next to the redhead.

Ichigo lay on his side facing the tattooed chest as he curled up as close as he could. ""In a way, you did. I mean, I'm not exactly sure myself but… When you told me you quit, I was so happy. And, it'd been a long time since I felt like it was finally OK to have what I wanted. I don't know if that makes any sense…" He didn't say anymore and when the quiet seemed like it wouldn't be broken by the last speaker, Renji spoke up again.

"I think I get it, Ichi. But, if you're willing to tell me about it, I'd love to listen." The redhead reached down to grasp Ichigo's face by the chin so he could connect with him eye-to-eye.

Ichigo looked up and smiled with a look so sweet that Renji could really see the youthfulness in his young lover. Also, the façade of gruff indifference was completely gone from Ichigo's visage. Renji smiled softly, touched by the look. This bit of tenderness further encouraged Ichigo to talk about something he hadn't ever talked about with anyone.

He turned his eyes away from Renji's face, focusing instead on the broad chest in front of him. He also grasped at a long lock of hair as he began to speak after fingering some of the red tresses. "You were going to meet my family today, so it would have come up tonight anyway."

"Again, I'm sorry about that, Ichi."

"Don't worry about that. I still want you to meet them, but the obvious question that'll come up is where's my Mom."

Renji glanced at the nightstand, having wondered about the picture in the top drawer but he remained quiet, giving Ichigo the chance to continue.

He took a breath and started again. "She died when I was young. I was different then, compared to how I am now. I think we all were. She was everything to us. She made me think I could do anything." Ichigo paused here and Renji gave him a soft squeeze on the shoulder to encourage him by letting him know he was listening.

"I was pretty fearless, I guess. Mom and I were walking home together after school. We always walked by the riverbank since it's a nice scenic way home. There was a homeless man by the water. I thought I'd give him some of the allowance money I'd gotten. She told me not to get too close. I was leaning down to put a coin in his cup when I saw he'd gotten up. I didn't see what happened until it was too late… All I remember was hearing her scream, and then she fell on top of me. I honestly don't remember much about what happened right after. At some point, we were at the hospital and my Dad and sisters were there with me, but she was already gone. They said something about his being mentally disturbed but I didn't care much back then."

Renji instinctively held Ichigo tighter. He responded by tugging a bit on the red tresses but he merely took a deep breath before starting up again.

"I'm not sure why I'm telling you this now. I guess, it's mostly because, I haven't felt like this since… since my Mom was around. So alive… happy." Ichigo snuggled further down into Renji's chest. "I don't know if that makes any sense. But. That's how I felt tonight."

The redhead pulled his lover into his arms and squeezed tight. He was moved by Ichigo's candid reflection and knew he was given privy to something that was rarely uttered from the younger man's lips. "Thank you for sharing that with me, Ichi." Ichigo didn't speak, merely murmuring an acknowledgement.

As Renji's mind raced with emotions, one thought popped to the forefront making him flop onto his back in exasperation. "Shit. I didn't even get you a proper gift! I was supposed to take you away tomorrow but I never got to plan for it today."

Ichigo moved up onto his elbows so he could hover over the taller man, looking down at the handsome face. "I already got my present." He leaned down to take the redhead's lips to steal a kiss.

Renji's face broke out into a wide grin. "I guess there's one thing I can do. And this time, you just let me do everything, OK, Ichi?"

Brown eyes blinked in slight confusion. "Uh, OK…?"

The redhead pulled himself up off the bed to hover over the smaller form now lying beneath him. He moved down to taste one earlobe, licking and suckling softly, purposefully teasing. "And no matter what, no touching me or yourself. You just lie there, and let me take care of you."

Renji ran the tip of his tongue down from the side of Ichigo's neck, lapping the thick jugular vein that was throbbing with the hot pulses of blood as his heart rate increased. The long hot wet muscle continued to drag itself down past the point where collar bones met, over the sternum, stopping to lick and suck each nipple before moving down to taste the crevice that split his young lovers toned six-pack abs.

Ichigo started to mewl as the soft wet caresses were working him up towards another erection. "Ungh… Ren…" His hands immediately started to reach up, longing for the mane of crimson locks but Renji's hand immediately grasped the offending appendage before pushing it back towards the mattress.

"Unh uh, Ichigo… You can grab the sheets, if you need, but you can't touch me and you definitely can't touch yourself. Only I'm allowed." Renji's head dropped backed down, picking up where he left off; his tongue trailing lower.

Ichigo fisted his hands into the sheets, toes curling as he tried to stay coherent as he endured Renji's teasing ministrations.

Renji was enjoying this relaxed and open Ichigo. A bond had deepened between them this night and he wanted to share some of the love he felt for his lover by letting him experience some of the physical pleasures Renji could provide, especially because it would now be lavished on just him.

The next round of lovemaking had begun, and Renji planned to make this one last as long as possible.

TBC

This was an unexpected chapter. It was supposed to be they wake up together and it's a slice of life piece to act as further set-up. However, there you have it. _

Hope it made sense.

I really have a tough time with the sex stuff… so much so I've pondered about asking to subcontract the smex to a better suited writer. :sigh: So, I hope that and Ichigo's explanation about how he felt made sense.

If it really sucks, I'll go back and make edits based on any comments/reviews I may receive.

Thanks again, everyone.

Means a LOT to me. ~z.