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,
Oy! This chapter ended up being a long one…
I debated on splitting it up, but it wouldn't make as much sense? Oh well.
As always, apologies for any major technical errors. I've gone through it only once.
Thanks in advance! ~z.
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Chapter 20
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Renji unlocked the door to Ichigo's apartment and walked in slowly, sighing with dissatisfaction. He tossed the handful of rental applications onto the coffee table with frustration before plopping down on the sofa.
It had been three days since he had up and quit the Sakura Club and he was learning that life outside its walls without the support of the powers behind the Club was not without its difficulties.
Renji had decided he should get his own apartment; naturally, it had to be convenient to Ichigo's, but he felt Ichigo needed to have his own space while attending school. The apartment itself was barely comfortable for one adult and having a body as large as Renji's only dwarfed the movable space. He figured the younger man would need to have his study dates and time related to school anyway, so Renji didn't want to feel like he couldn't have a place to call his own.
However, all the rentals required things that he had never had to worry about before: references, proof of income, and he'd have to provide a previous address of residence. All of these trivialities would be handled by the Club had he left under proper terms. Right now, he'd be lucky if they let him have all the clothes and books he left behind.
Renji wasn't sure how dire his relationship with Byakuya and the business side of quitting would treat him since he still hadn't heard back from him or even Rukia since their last conversation.
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The sun was streaming brightly through the curtains in Ichigo's bedroom. But the orange-haired lad realized it wasn't the sunlight that stirred him awake but the ringing of his cell phone.
Ichigo reached down towards his discarded pants which held the device screaming for attention. He untangled himself from Renji's warm arms to scramble for the phone. The redhead mumbled that he was awake before slumping back towards the bed, nuzzling his face into Ichigo's back.
The smaller man finally got a hold of cell. "Hello? Rukia! How are you?!" Ichigo was glad to hear from his friend but he wasn't prepared for her first question.
"Is Renji with you?"
Ichigo looked down at Renji who'd moved himself to lie on top of Ichigo's chest. His eyes were wide open since he'd heard Rukia's name and he figured she must know the details by now, none of which he'd had time to share with Ichigo yet.
"Uh, why do you ask that," Ichigo asked, still unsure of how much he should be saying at this point.
"It's ok, Ichigo. Nii-sama told me about what happened last night. I don't know how else to reach him since he left his cell phone here along with his resignation…"
"What?!" Ichigo turned an incredulous eye at the redhead. "Renji doesn't have his cell phone?!"
The redhead nodded in affirmation of the statement.
"Ichigo, can I talk to him?" Rukia's voice had softened and Ichigo could tell she was calling out of concern versus any kind of official business reasons.
"Yeah, sure." He started to pass the phone over before he heard her call his name again.
"And Ichigo? I'm glad you're the one he's with."
The orange-haired lad smiled as he turned to look into burgundy eyes. "Yeah, so am I. Thanks, Rukia. Here's Renji."
"Hey, Rukia."
"How dare you keep this from me!?!?!" she screamed into the phone.
Renji had pulled the phone away from his ear before putting it back to a normal position to continue. "Hey! I told you we have a lot of catching up to do!"
She harrumphed before adding, "Not fast enough, it would seem. I can't believe you quit, Renji! Did you even give it any thought?"
"Enough to know I did the right thing." Renji looked into the brown eyes that were looking at him quizzically as Ichigo was trying to decipher the one-sided conversation.
Rukia continued, "How are you going to get by? Your assets are frozen for at least a year until it's vested."
Renji sighed. "I know. I figured your brother will call me when he's got my financials in order." He paused. "I'm sure he's glad to get rid of me after last night."
"Well, Nii-sama is planning to meet with you in a couple of days. He'll- well, someone will call you to set it up. But, how can we reach you? Should I give them Ichigo's number?"
Renji frowned as he realized he will need a replacement phone as soon as possible. "Yeah, I guess for now, as long as you're the only one using it. I'll get a phone today and I'll text you the new number then."
Rukia replied, "OK. I'm going to try and clear up my schedule so I can see you and Ichigo. It's been too long – and I can't believe you guys are 'together'" She practically squealed into the phone, making Renji pull the earpiece end away from his head.
The redhead laughed as he could imagine his petite friend looking way too excited. "Yeah, it'll be good. And thanks, Rukia, for calling."
"Of course! And tell Ichigo I plan to hit the both of you as soon as I see you next."
"OK, I will- Hey!"
Rukia pretended to hear nothing as she chirped, "Bye Renji!"
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Renji eyed the cell phone he was now using. Ichigo had gone out that same day to "run an errand" and had returned with the pre-paid phone as a temporary solution. The redhead was so touched by the gesture, he accepted it without complaint. Thinking about his lover, he opened the last text message he'd received. It said he'd be at his work for a couple extra hours to cover someone else's shift but would be back in time for dinner.
He twirled the cell in his hand mindlessly as he thought about the various types of apartment managers he'd met with over the past two days. They had been eager to meet Renji and show him a few rentals but when Renji couldn't give them more specific financial information or could offer an employment record, some would cool off immediately considering him a waste of time. The others would keep their professionalism and see him through the rest of the meeting. And then a few others would eye him hungrily, hinting at their willingness to allow some slack by receiving "payment" in other ways. The last female manager was attractive enough, but Renji had no interest in doing such a thing even if he were single.
The redhead walked into the bedroom to hang up his blazer. His eyes wandered over to the dresser where the picture frame was now prominently displayed. Renji felt a lot of love for Ichigo when the lad took the picture frame with his family out of the nightstand drawer that day after they'd said their first "I love you's." Without any fuss or fanfare, Ichigo merely took it out and put it up on the dresser.
Renji felt proud of the fact he had a part in bringing out a side of Ichigo he rarely showed to anyone else and that now allowed him to move past whatever barriers had kept that picture hidden away.
For all the inconveniences Renji's life may have now, he was happier being with Ichigo than he'd ever felt before. But he knew he had to get his life post S.C. in order. However, he wouldn't be able to move forward until he knew exactly what would be coming his way after his abrupt exit. Renji was hoping the Club would have set up a meeting by now and if they didn't call him today, he would have to just call them to follow-up tomorrow.
The redhead decided to take his mind off Club matters and rental application headaches by figuring out what to do until dinner time. While planning for a dinner menu, he thought it'd be fun to surprise Ichigo at work and then try out a new restaurant for dinner.
Pleased with this plan, Renji decided to take advantage of the break by going for a run. He started rummaging for his workout clothes when his cell phone began to ring.
"This is Abarai."
"Good afternoon, Renji."
"Byakuya-san! It's good to hear from you." Finally, Renji thought but he didn't utter the words.
"I have been tied up with some matters that has kept me from addressing your situation sooner, but there has been a break in my meeting today that has given me an opportunity to take care of this for you sooner than later. Would you be able to meet with me in half an hour?"
Renji's tattooed brows lifted in surprise. "In thirty minutes? It's rather sudden, Byakuya-san."
"Are you unable to meet? If that is the case, I will have to address your situation early next week."
"No, no, that's fine. I can be at the Club by then." Renji tossed the shorts he had been holding off to the side where it landed on the bed.
"Actually, I am meeting with associates at the Four Seasons – penthouse five. I will see you here in half an hour."
Renji slipped the cell phone into his pocket before saying aloud to no one, "Good thing I didn't change clothes yet." He thought the black slacks and white button down shirt would be fine. He grabbed his black leather jacket instead of the blazer to soften the look.
He glanced at the clock and figured he would have plenty of time to meet with Byakuya and still surprise Ichigo at the store for his dinner date idea. Renji texted a quick message to Ichigo saying he'd be out running errands before grabbing his car key and heading out the front door. He didn't want to alarm Ichigo by saying he was meeting with Byakuya and figured he could share the details over dinner.
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"Renji, come in." Byakuya held the door open, allowing the redhead to pass through.
"Good afternoon, Byakuya-san. It's nice to see you." Renji followed his former employer while looking around the suite. He figured it must be the Presidential Suite of the hotel. Renji thought, even for Byakuya, it was a bit overboard to rent such an extravagant room for meetings but he figured it wasn't his concern; he wanted to get the terms of his situation and then get back in time to be with Ichigo.
Byakuya motioned for Renji to sit on the sofa before settling down into the opposite end. Renji looked at the coffee table that was laid out with tea pots and snacks and other beverages enough to feed several adults. He was tempted to take a cookie and some water but decided to wait and follow Byakuya's lead. Even after all the years working for the man, Renji still felt slightly uncomfortable when under the man's cold glare. It wasn't that Byakuya was unfeeling – he just lived and breathed business and he was very good at it. Renji respected him for it.
"Renji, I have no doubt you would have preferred to be at the Club so you could see the other associates. However, I have been working on an important deal that is starting to finalize today and meeting here at the client's request was most convenient. For that, thank you for agreeing to come on such short notice."
Renji sat back before responding, "Yes, it's true. I wanted to say hi to Yumi, Kira and the others, but I am eager to get my financial situation resolved so I can move on with my life."
Byakuya turned to the end table to pick up a manila file folder with Renji's name on the tab. He then faced the redhead. "I have everything here for you. I am sure you have not forgotten everything is on hold for one year until it has vested fully?" Renji nodded which prompted Byakuya to continue. "I assume you have taken your own measures to try and support yourself until that time?"
"Yes. I intend to spend and live modestly with or without my earnings but it will be easier a year from now, without a doubt. The one issue is, how you feel, I mean, what is the policy on references, Byakuya-san? I know the Club normally handles all issues for retirees but since I left without notice… I was wondering how you felt about that?"
Byakuya gazed at the redhead, his expression changing very little even then. "It is true. Your unexpected departure has left a gaping hole in my current operations. I have no obligation to provide you with any references, negative or positive. However," Byakuya paused, "I do have something to ask of you."
Renji wasn't sure how he felt about Byakuya's bluntness. While he knew what the answer would be, he had hoped his years of loyalty would allow some leniency in the rules to allow some sort of compassion. But Renji realized a business man is a good business man when his actions were unclouded by emotions. Renji was now curious about Byakuya's request. "Yes, sir?"
"Come back to work for me, Renji. Some of my best clients miss you. They have not come in looking for a replacement yet in the hopes you will return." Byakuya gave the slightest hint of a smile when he added, "I do believe some think I am trying to play them for more money, as if I am keeping you from them on purpose to increase your fee."
Renji hadn't expected that at all. But he did notice the request to return wasn't really posed as a question either. Taking a deep breath and letting out what felt like the longest sigh, Renji shook his head before saying, "No. I will not." He looked back into Byakuya's eyes to further cement his resolve. "I don't mean to sound ungrateful for everything, but right now, I couldn't be happier. Sure, life is quieter, and I have no doubt you'd find it boring as hell, but… I'm really happy."
Renji's thoughts were enveloped by chocolate brown eyes, a mass of orange hair, and a voice he loved to hear cracking wise or in the throes of passion. Without knowing it, Renji had broken out into a wide grin. Renji then remembered he was in the middle of a meeting with Kuchiki Byakuya. "I'm, I'm sorry it's not the answer you were looking for."
Byakuya gave a small shake of his head. "No, Renji. I had a feeling your answer would be no, but I had to present you the option. I assume there is no wavering in your decision at all?"
"No, there's nothing that would make me change my mind." And then Renji watched Byakuya do something he had never seen him do; the elegant man leaned back and he sighed. Renji's eyes widened in surprise as he waited for Byakuya to speak.
"Very well. I can see it in your eyes how much you have changed after having met Kurosaki. However, there is one other person you will have to convince since none of my words seem to be enough evidence."
Renji's brow creased in confusion. "I don't follow you, Byakuya-san."
Byakuya sat back up, all propriety and elegance quickly resumed. "I have been in the middle of negotiations of expanding the services of the Sakura Club. I would not call it a franchise, since I find the word so loathsome, but more of a partnership or sister association for a club in another country. When the client heard you had quit, he would not believe me. He insisted he needed to hear it from you directly."
Renji's body tensed as he listened to the words. He wasn't sure what to say next. "What do you mean?"
"Renji, I am sure you know of whom I discuss. He is interested in opening the club in Germany and we have been in talks for many months now. When I informed him you had quit, he insisted upon getting a hold of you. I have kept him at bay until now but he threatened that he would merely buy out your vesting portfolio unless I arranged a meeting with you face-to-face."
Byakuya stood and moved away from the sofa, moving towards the open window to get some sunlight. "I am not pleased with this little charade in getting you here, but he promised if I arranged this meeting, he would not use you as leverage in our business dealings any further and that he would respect your wishes of staying retired."
He turned back around to face Renji, who sitting frozen in place, eyes facing down in shock. Byakuya spoke in a softer tone, "I realize I should have consulted you on this before bringing you here, but I already know you would have refused. And then he would have merely bought out your investments from me without either of our consent. At least this way, you will be able to walk away with your life as your own." Byakuya then handed the manila folder to Renji.
Renji lifted his hand to grab the documents before raising his eyes to look at his former employer. The redhead felt his insides roiling with emotions at the man before him: rage, hurt, and yet a small semblance of understanding and appreciation for trying to keep his life independent from the whim of another man's. But, Renji would have preferred having the option to have made the choice to show up today had he known the full details. But Renji realized it was moot at this point. "Where is he then?"
Byakuya turned to leave the suite while replying, "He will enter as soon as I leave. For what it is worth, Renji, he promised it would be short and direct."
Renji watched as Byakuya left the room. As he exited the suite, two other figures walked in. Renji watched as brief words and a few nods were exchanged. The figures approached and they were exactly who Renji expected. "Aizen-san. Ichimaru."
"Good afternoon, Abarai-kun," smiled Aizen. "Forgive the theatrics. Kuchiki-san told me about your retirement, but I did not believe him. He also wouldn't give me the means to reach out to you, so I had to persuade him to arrange this meeting for me."
Renji noticed that Aizen had changed his appearance. Gone were the studious black frames and his hair was brushed back in a more stylish manner. Aizen usually wore well-tailored but conservative black suits, but this afternoon he wore a very fashion forward white suit with a brightly colored tie with a pocket square to match. Ichimaru also sported a similarly new and updated light colored suit, but his hair and smile remained the same as usual. As he eyed the two men, Renji felt incredibly uncomfortable having been duped into this situation. It had never come up in so many words, but it was understood that Ichigo never wanted Renji to face Aizen again. Renji figured his clients would miss him as much as he might miss them, but he never thought his departure from the Sakura Club would be so noteworthy. It then occurred to him what could be on Aizen's mind.
"Aizen-san, if you're worried about any confidentiality issues, I can assure you I would never be stupid enough to talk about any of the clientele." Renji was earnest and he wanted Aizen to believe in his honor. If there was one thing Renji owned, even when he was dirt poor, it was his integrity.
Renji looked on as Ichimaru left the living room by going towards another room, closing the door behind him. He then watched as Aizen sat down next to him on the couch.
"Abarai-kun, this is a side of you I wasn't aware you possessed." He leaned closer to Renji, bringing his face close to the redhead's. "Such modesty. Do you doubt your own desirability? I have no concerns about such things. I have no doubt the P&C issued by Kuchiki's iron will binds everyone to the utmost in privacy concerns. I requested to see you because I want you."
Renji turned his head away from Aizen's as he felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment. He was also uncomfortable with the current situation and with how closely Aizen was sitting next to him. Renji assumed Aizen would easily move on to another new body once he had left. It never occurred to him that he would be sought after to this extent. But a part of Renji knew he shouldn't have been surprised since Aizen would only make arrangements to see Renji when the man was in town for short trips, even though he could have booked anyone else.
"I'm sorry, Aizen-san, but I meant what I said about being retired."
Aizen sighed as he leaned back before resuming his thought. "What if I was to double your salary and you wouldn't have to deal with clients? In fact, I'd like you to be in charge of my Club in Munich." He paused letting the information slowly sink in with the redhead. "You wouldn't have to deal with any clients. Well, of course, I expect you will still allow me the privilege."
As Aizen moved in closer expecting to kiss Renji, the redhead instinctively pulled back. "I'm sorry, Aizen-san. That offer is… extremely generous and more than tempting, but, I like the idea of a normal life. I'm enjoying it very much."
Renji lowered his head, wondering why he always felt so young in front of this man. Somehow, a part of him always felt like the new recruit being molded by Aizen into the man he is now. However, Renji felt bolder as he thought about Ichigo and knew he could now be his own man, away from Aizen and away from the Club and that life.
Aizen sat back away from Renji looking unperturbed by Renji's rejection of his affection. He merely smiled and asked, "Very well, Renji. Will you join me for a cup of tea before leaving? Surely, you can spare me at least that much of your time before we say goodbye?"
Renji immediately relaxed at the request and the easy manner which Aizen was addressing him. "Of course, Taichou." Renji figured the title would please the man, a last bit of charm he could bestow on his former patron.
Aizen reached over to pour Renji a cup of tea. The redhead accepted it and waited for Aizen to have his own cup filled.
Aizen looked over to ask, "A farewell toast then?"
Renji nodded before they both took a long sip and then set their cups down.
"So, Abarai-kun, it has been, three days since we saw each other last?"
"Yes." Renji filled the silence by sipping more from his cup.
"Then, that would mean you retired immediately after I left the Club, yes?"
"Y-yes. That's correct."
"Surely, you didn't quit because of anything related to me, hmm?"
"No, of course not, Aizen-san. You've been nothing but generous to me."
"Then it must be that strange orange-haired boy that showed up unexpectedly, yes?"
Renji grew silent. He wasn't sure how to answer that without opening up any floodgates regarding Ichigo. He tried to downplay the awkwardness by focusing on his cup, sipping the tea even faster.
"That is what I thought. No need to hide it, Abarai-kun. Your attachment to the boy was evident on your face the minute he showed up."
Renji turned serious burgundy eyes towards his former patron to say, "My reasons for retiring are my own, Aizen-san. And that's all there is to it." He started to rise, hoping to emphasize his point that, not only was he done with his tea, he was done with this line of questioning.
As Renji stood up to take a step forward, he felt his head start to swim a bit. He thought perhaps he stood up too quickly when suddenly his knees gave way and he landed back on the sofa. What the fuck?! He raised his hand to feel his forehead when he noticed his arm felt incredibly heavy. His breathing was starting to become labored and when his palm finally reached his face, he noticed he felt rather flush. The realization struck that he had been drugged.
"What the fuck did you do to me?" Renji thought he yelled, but the words were slightly slurred.
Aizen sat perfectly still on the sofa as he watched Renji fumble. The smile on the man's face never wavered as he continued to watch Renji becoming flushed and starting to pant. Only after giving the drug a few more minutes to kick in did he move forward to caress him.
He placed his hands on Renji's thighs, palms moving upwards from the knees towards the hips as he relished the feel of gabardine underneath his skin. The redhead's hand moved faster than Aizen expected but the strength was hardly there. He easily pushed past Renji's physical protests as his hands continued to slide up towards the buttoned shirt. Aizen slowly moved from button to button as he watched Renji trying futilely to fight against the drug's effects.
"St-stop. Aizen-sa… Aizen… stop it." Renji tried to push away the hands groping at him but his own felt heavier and uncoordinated.
"Gin, remind me to tell the pharmacists this works instantly but will need some tweaking for the public. As you can see, it makes the subject too weak physically, though arousal is immediate." Aizen rubbed his hand over the hard erection in Renji's pants making the redhead mewl unexpectedly.
"Ah, I'm sure you'll find its use for non-public reasons as well, yah, Sou-kun?" Gin stood at the foot of the sofa watching as his CEO was running his hands over the tattooed chest of a half-naked Abarai.
"Was there ever any doubt, Gin?" Aizen smiled wickedly as he continued to undress Renji, this time working much faster as he pulled down the black pants and underwear at once, tossing the clothes to the floor.
"No, no, o' course." The silver-haired man merely smiled, eyes still hidden as he watched the two men. "Well, watchin' ya jus' makes me wish I'd brought mah own toy… "
Renji's head was swimming as he tried to process the words he was hearing, but he was more focused on trying to keep Aizen's hands away from his body. He felt like his body was on fire and he felt the pressure in his groin increasing and his thoughts were starting to desire release; that overshadowing any logical thought. However, Aizen had no intention of making this merely physical.
"Renji… as I told you, I have a master plan. It is one I have been aiming towards for a while now, and I have always planned to include you in this." Strong hands slowly stroked the straining erection in front as he kept his eyes on Renji. "Your little defection has caused me to take some measures, such as today, but it doesn't affect what will be the final outcome. I'm moving to Germany permanently, Renji. And I expect you there with me."
"I'm not- unnh- going any- where, ah, with you!" Renji managed to blurt out in-between the shivers of electricity coursing through his body at Aizen's ministrations. Renji tried to keep his head clear, but the desire to come was strong and only getting stronger.
Aizen brought out the lubricant he'd kept in his pocket. He poured the slick liquid into his palm in order to coat his fingers. He pushed apart the redhead's long legs. Renji thought he was fighting the man properly using all his strength but his legs were spread easily before the man.
Aizen started to press two digits into Renji's hole when he began his conversation. "Oh, I forgot to ask if you'd prefer the other lubricant. Strawberry is your favorite kind, yes?"
Renji growled, "Shut the fuck up, Aizen! You! Stay the hell away from him!" The redhead was panting harder as Aizen started to work him faster, pumping and scissoring his fingers inside him.
"Ah, such fire, Renji! Just like in your early days… Somehow, I knew this angry and rebellious nature still lurked somewhere inside you." He curled his fingers to hit the spot that made Renji see white.
The redhead gasped as his body convulsed from the powerful jolt that flashed through his nerves. Once his body settled down, Renji tried to speak, "Stay away- from him… Don't you- dare try to- corrupt him."
"Oh, is that how you feel, Renji?" Aizen pushed in another finger which made Renji gasp louder. He bit his bottom lip as he tried to fight the powerful urge to want to be fucked. Aizen continued, "Corrupted by me, you say? By this life of power and luxury so generously lavished upon you because I want this?" Aizen squeezed Renji's cock hard before licking the tip slowly.
Renji whimpered, "Y-yes… he's better than you…"
"You consider him an innocent in a way, Renji?"
"Y-yes."
"Then, are you not also corrupting this innocent you so want to protect? Such hypocrisy, Renji. Do you not see the futility?" Aizen continued stroking and pumping as he continued to speak.
"You belong with me, in this life I have proved for you so generously. And yet you fight me. Why? Although, I must say, I love it right now, watching you writhing beneath me." Aizen looked at the body below, Renji's face flushed, lips full and parted, body covered with a sheen of sweat, the tattoos on his torso seeming to dance as he was panting with every breath.
Aizen leaned over as he lowered his voice seductively, "Renji… I know you feel desire. You want me to relieve you, don't you?"
The redhead bit his bottom lip hard, trying to fight the urge to give in. He tried to focus on Ichigo, but the effects of the drugs plus Aizen's venomous words were starting to poison Renji's thoughts. The redhead wondered if maybe it was true – maybe he was a bad influence on Ichigo. When they first met, Ichigo had said he wasn't even gay. Renji started to wonder if Ichigo would be better off without him.
All the while, Aizen continuously caressed and teased the redhead's body which was starting to tremble from the drug's effects and the building pressure screaming for release. Renji wanted to be fucked senseless. He wanted Ichigo right then but a thread of shame at the thought also gave him pause.
As if he could read into Renji's tortured thoughts, Aizen grabbed Renji's face and pulled him into a soft but passionate kiss. He used his tongue to push in past the bruised lips to coax Renji's own to swirl with his.
Renji continued to resist when suddenly, Aizen pulled back slightly to lap and kiss at the swollen lower lip that Renji had been chewing on in an effort to fight off the powerful aphrodisiac.
"You are so delicious, my Abarai-kun. Does he tell you this? In fact, does he know the parts of your body that drive you wild?" Aizen bit down hard at the area where the shoulder met the neck; he sucked hard leaving a mark. This made Renji arch his back off the sofa almost screaming from the pleasure and the pain.
The redhead was nearly in tears, his emotions and mind completely at war with the other under the outside influences he was unable to fight off any longer; his resistance was weakening.
"Does he tell you how delicious you are?" Aizen swallowed Renji's cock to the hilt before pulling up quickly.
Renji gasped at the contact and loss of contact but he refused to answer. However, his ragged breathing was heightening as his body's desire for release was becoming overwhelming. Renji started to breathe even harder, huffing nearly uncontrollably.
Aizen watched with satisfaction before asking, "Renji, do you want release?" He leaned his body over the redhead and asked, "Do you want to be fucked?"
Renji shook his head back and forth before he uttered, "unh….ye…eh…"
"Is that a request, Renji?"
Aizen continued his ministrations on Renji's body – fingers flicking and pinching at hard nipples, lips and tongue licking and sucking his cock sporadically – making the redhead writhe with each sensation.
Finally, Renji gave in when he meekly uttered, "… yes."
"That's what I wanted to hear, my Abarai-kun." And just like that, Aizen entered Renji with one swift thrust. Aizen grabbed one long leg and hoisted it over his shoulder so he could better angle himself as he grabbed the hips to steady himself as he pounded into the hot tightness.
With the drug and the teasing build-up, it didn't take much for Renji to come quickly as soon as Aizen started to stroke his erection. Renji grasped at the sofa cushions as his body was wracked by jolts of energy that felt stronger than he'd ever known, because of the drug's effects.
Aizen continued to milk the hot cum from Renji's cock even as it started to soften. Aizen also didn't let up on thrusting into the redhead, pushing in hard and deep. He also moved down to lavish kisses on Renji's upper neck but this time, he made sure to leave his marks often on the tattooed flesh.
As Aizen reached his own climax, he fell on top of the redhead, pressing his lips against the redhead's neck. Renji felt the hot liquid fill up inside him. He wanted to punch the man whose cock was still within, but his arms wouldn't respond to his directive to swing at the face and body on top of him.
Instead, Renji lay on his back feeling the arms and muscular chest of the man who had just seduced him into betraying the promise he had made to Ichigo. Renji's soul was a mix of emotions because even as the high of orgasm was starting to wane, he could feel himself getting aroused yet again.
In his disgust, Renji tried to pull his head away from Aizen but the lack of strength only made it seems as if he was presenting his neck in offering to the man. Aizen inhaled deeply before pulling himself upright.
"You have such an intoxicating scent, Renji." Aizen moved his long slender hand to spread the remnants of Renji's cum across the expanse of his heaving six-pack tattooed abdomen. He then brought two sticky fingers up to be tasted. "You always tasted so exquisite… like no other." Aizen paused as he brought another two cum drenched fingers up which he placed on Renji's already parted lips. Without asking, Aizen shoved the fingers past the swollen lips, pressing the digits onto his tongue. Aizen waited for Renji to taste and swallow which he did on instinct once his tongue was depressed.
Aizen spoke, "I always wondered if your taste, your genetic makeup, might also be why your hair is so beautifully red." Aizen ran his fingers through the long silky red strands of hair. "All this… did you really think I would let you walk away from me?"
Aizen stood up as he took the robe Gin had left for him draped across the chair nearby. "You've been a product of years of my grooming you. I don't waste my investments, Abarai-kun, nor do I give anything away freely."
Once he slipped into the robe, Aizen then reached down and pulled Renji up off the sofa and over his shoulder. The swift movement made Renji's head spin and he was not pleased by being hoisted naked into a fireman's carry over Aizen's shoulder. But as much as his mind was screaming, all that seemed to leave his lips was a grunt.
"Let's take this to the bedroom. We have all night so why be uncomfortable, right, Abarai?" He slapped the firm buttock lying deliciously close to his face.
Renji tried to fight physically, but he knew it was a losing battle. He tried to imagine the face he had come to love so – short spiky orange hair, wide chocolate brown eyes, and the smile so rarely bestowed on anyone other than the redhead. And yet, even from his own mind, the smile he loved disappeared off of Ichigo's face once he felt Aizen drop him onto a large firm mattress.
Aizen started to stroke his flaccid cock which Renji willed himself to stay soft, but he lost the fight once Aizen started to lick and suck once more. Renji closed his eyes as he tried to focus on Ichigo but no matter how hard he tried to picture it, the smile would not return to his young lover's face.
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"Nah, Sousuke, are ya ready t' check out?"
Aizen stood next to his associate as he adjusted his tie one last time. "Have the staff wake Abarai in time for check out. Let him stay till then."
Gin was surprised. "Ho…? I thought this was so ya could retrieve him?"
Aizen sat on the bed, moving over to sit next to the sleeping redhead. He ran his fingers through the long red mane he obsessed over while still addressing Ichimaru. "No, Abarai-kun will come to me."
He turned his eyes briefly towards Gin before turning back to look at the crimson head of hair. "Come morning, he will realize he has nowhere else to go. He won't return to the Sakura. And that orange-haired boy won't want him after tonight. Where else will my little stray pup go but come to me?"
Gin snickered. "Ah, Sou-kun, ya so do love yer games, neh?"
Aizen merely smiled as those words as he watched the red strands slip through his fingers and back onto the bed on top of Renji's prone form. "Have you finished what I asked, Gin?"
"Of course, 'taichou'," he joked. The fox-eyed man handed Aizen a long while envelope and Renji's cell phone.
Aizen set the articles on top of the pillow that was next to the one Renji slept on. With that final detail in place, Aizen and Ichimaru grabbed their belongings before exiting the bedroom and leaving the Four Seasons to return to Germany that evening.
TBC
Yes, we are close to the end. With this chapter done, this story will probably end in two chapters, maybe even one.
I'm curious to see what everyone thought about this latest set of events.
I will do my best to update as soon as possible, but rest assured the final chapter/ending is already written. I just have the in-between chapter to work on. O_o
As always, thank you guys so much for reading.
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