I gotta confess, I get all giggly and flustered whenever I have to write the smutty part. It's hard to get going without giggling so much. But one thing I noticed about my story was that it's getting more dramatic as I'm coming up with ideas. I know it's supposed to be humor/romance but I guess it's like 'Step Brothers' with all the angsty drama.

Which reminds me, Confusion No Hime 'threatened' me to update soon, so here it is.

M.O.D.E.L.S. by Boogermeister

Chapter 12- Death Match Tonight

"What the hell?!" Ichigo exclaimed in angered surprise as he glared at Grimmjow, who merely stared back.

"Is it that bad for letting her stay with me, Strawberry?" smirked the blunet.

"It's not that!" Ichigo fumed. "Why was she sleeping in your bed, and you slept beside her?!"

"It's not that big a deal," Grimmjow shrugged. "She slept in my bed loads of time. It's not like I'm feeling her up whenever she's asleep. You haven't even slept in my bed."

"How is that any better?!" yelled Ichigo. "Every time you tell stuff about yourself, I'm not sure if I should feel grateful or furious!"

"You felt grateful a few nights back," smirked Grimmjow. The orange-haired model blushed at the reminder as he turned to his cup of strawberry ice cream. "Besides, I actually hate talking about myself," the blunet muttered, eating a spoonful of caramel ice cream. "It's pointless, that's why I often forget about mentioning most stuff."

"It's not pointless," Ichigo muttered. "Sorry for overreacting earlier."

"Well, that's what I like about you, Ichi," Grimmjow smirked, just as Nel ran up to the two.

"Yay, I got cookies 'n' cream!" she smiled, waving her cup around.

"Quit acting like a four-year-old, Nel," Grimmjow muttered. "It's not very attractive, you know."

"And you are?" Nel frowned. "You just hate it when guys flirted with you when they thought you were a girl 'cause of your long hair." Ichigo nearly choked on his frozen treat and stared at the two.

"What?!" he exclaimed. "Another one, Grimmjow?!"

"So what?" Grimmjow muttered. "I chopped it off because those assholes kept thinking I was a girl until I broken a dozen or so noses and jaws to prove them otherwise." Ichigo stared at Grimmjow again, it's hard to imagine the blue-haired model with longer hair.

"Uh, how long was your hair?" he asked.

"It was past his butt!" chided Nel, gesturing downward. "About that long, Ichi!"

"Really?"

"You're that impressed?" Grimmjow questioned, raising an eyebrow. "It's not that serious."

"But still, I find it hard to believe that you had such long hair," replied Ichigo.

"Please, you have experienced something long and hard from me," Grimmjow smirked, winking at him.

"Ew, you're nasty, Grimmie!" frowned Nel, as Ichigo blushed angrily at him.

"Perverted bastard," he muttered as he glanced away.

"Okay, okay, sorry," the blunet sighed. "Try the '20 questions' shit on me. Ask me anything you wanna know about me."

"Really, Grimmjow?" asked Ichigo, glancing back at him eagerly.

"Hurry up, or I change my mind," Grimmjow muttered as he ate another spoonful; Nel, meanwhile, wandered off to stare at squirrels running around.

"Uh . . . . I guess you're in your mid-twenties?" the orange-haired model suggested.

"You guess right," replied Grimmjow.

"Ever been with someone before me?"

"Just one-night stands." Ichigo glared at him a little but shrugged it off.

"What's your favorite food?" he asked.

"Strawberry," smirked Grimmjow.

"Seriously," Ichigo frowned at him.

"I am."

"Liar. What is your favorite animal besides cats?"

". . . . Panther," answered the blue-haired model. "They're dark and stealthy, that's what I like about them."

"Really? That's nice," Ichigo replied. "Got any favorite color?" Grimmjow glanced up at the sky as he ate another spoonful of ice cream then glanced at him.

"Black . . . . and white," he muttered.

"That's two," Ichigo said.

"Well I like them," Grimmjow muttered.

"Why?"

"'Cause that's how I see the world." Ichigo blinked at that and glanced down.

"I see . . . ." he muttered. He should have seen that coming, considering of what the blunet have been through.

"You can stop if you wanna, Ichigo," Grimmjow muttered, tossing the now empty cup into a trashcan and took out a pack of cigarettes.

"Uh, but--" Ichigo started but stopped, he doesn't know what to say now. The blue-haired model noticed that as he lit up his cigarette and scoffed softly.

"Aizen's coming back this week," he muttered. The orange-haired model gasped softly and stared at him. "He wants to talk to me about some shits," Grimmjow muttered as he breathed out white smoke.

"And . . . . are you all right with this?" muttered Ichigo.

"Can't fucking wait," Grimmjow reassured. "I wanna know why exactly he sent me here. Just that . . . ." His hand twitched in agitation and he quickly stuffed it into his pocket. "I hate that motherfucker, I fucking hate him."

"Grimmjow . . . ." Ichigo muttered. "It's . . . . it's okay, Grimmjow. You don't have to go, you know."

"Heh, and let Aizen think I'm a fucking coward?" he smirked. "I'm not the one who should back down. Don't worry about me, Ichi. It's all right." The orange-haired model smiled a little just as Nel ran back to them.

"What's wrong, Grimmjow?" she asked. "You looked angry a few minutes ago."

"Yeah, I know," muttered Grimmjow, taking another drag. "Remember what I told you yesterday, Nel?"

"Not to eat pancakes and syrup on your bed?"

"Not that, the other one," the blunet corrected, and Nel frowned a little.

"Right," she muttered. "You're gonna tell him that?"

"Of course I am," he replied. "I'd like to see him take you away from me." Ichigo blushed a little in jealously but the feeliing quickly died down. "If not, I'll hide you in a ditch somewhere."

"You're stupid," Nel bluntly replied.

"Hey, I'm trying to help you here," frowned Grimmjow. "If you don't like it, then fuck off."

"Grimmjow, don't talk to her like that," Ichigo frowned.

"What are you talking about? I talked to her like that all the time."

"It's not that big a deal, Ichi," said Nel. "We messed with each other since forever."

"How weird," Ichigo muttered under his breath, his strawberry ice cream was already melted.


"That's bullshit!" Grimmjow replied flatly. "Until I figure something out, Nel will sleep in my bed. Quit being so jealous, Ichigo."

"I'm not," huffed Ichigo but his blushed face said otherwise. He was in the blunet's aparment for the first time; it was a bit messy with bits of clothing and trash scattered around the rooms. "It's just that you're sharing your bed with someone else."

"So you really are jealous," Grimmjow smirked, ruffling his orange hair.

"No, I'm not," Ichigo scowled, pushing his hand away. The blunet chuckled as he sat down on the couch and the orange-head reluctantly followed suit. "I don't know, maybe because I've never seen your bedroom. Maybe that's why I'm acting this way."

"No shit, Shirlock," smirked Grimmjow. "If anything, Nel should be jealous of you for letting me sleeping in your bed. You're so naive about shits, Ichi." Ichigo sighed heavily and slowly snuggled close to him, the cigarette smoke still lingered on Grimmjow's clothes but it barely bothered as he then climbed onto his lap and nuzzled his face into his neck.

"What're you doing, Ichi?" Grimmjow muttered as he smirked down at Ichigo, who began to kiss the skin lightly. He groaned softly at the fluttering contacts as he leaned his head back, allowing the other man to continue.

"I wanna see your room, Grimmjow," whispered Ichigo, trailing his kisses up to his jawline.

"Nah, Nel's in there," groaned the blue-haired model. Regardless, the light kisses traveled to his lips and Grimmjow immediately gave in. "Fuck man . . . ." he groaned deeply, his hands traveled to the other man's hips and pushed it towards his.

"I had to force my dogs out of my room for you," whispered Ichigo, kissing his lips and ran his fingers through his hair. "It's just the same."

"It's not, I hate dogs," Grimmjow smirked.

"You're such a bastard," Ichigo muttered softly.

"I know, Strawberry," smirked Grimmjow as he suddenly pushed down the orange-haired model onto the cushions. "I told you I find it kinky to fuck on the couch. Wanna find out?"

"Heh, might as well, Grimmjow," smirked Ichigo. Grimmjow chuckled before kissing his lips deeply. Ichigo moaned at the kiss as hands slipped under his shirt and caressed the heating skin. The touch gave both of them pleasurable arousals as Grimmjow kissed and nipped at his neck. "Don't tease me, idiot," moaned Ichigo, his hands moved to unbuckle his own jeans. "Just do it, Grimmjow."

"What's with the attitude, Ichi?" smirked Grimmjow. "Be careful what you wish for." He helped the other man took off his jeans along with his boxer, and pushed his bare legs apart. "Let's prep you up first, all right?" he smirked as he leaned down to Ichigo's half-erection and engulfed it. Ichigo jolted and shivered at the lustful sensation and bit back a moan, as Grimmjow slurped around the awakening erection.

"Nnnggghhh . . . . Ahh, Grimmjow," he moaned softly, clutching tightly at the cushion as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. The blue-haired model mentally smirked as his agile tongue swirled around the shaft and tip. "Agh . . . .!" gasped Ichigo as he arched his back. "Don't . . . . don't stop . . . .!"

"Hey, Grimmjow!" Nel called out suddenly as she peeked out of the bedroom. The two men flinched in shock and Grimmjow quickly sat up.

"What, Nel?!" he questioned as he glared over the couch, his face was red and flustered.

"You ran out of toothpaste! Can you buy some more, please?" she asked.

"All right, later!" growled Grimmjow, but the young woman didn't budge as she noticed his anxious yet angry face.

"What're you guys doing?" she pestered.

"None of your fucking business, Nel!" Grimmjow yelled angrily.

"Why's Ichigo's leg naked and hanging over the couch?"

"Goddamn it, Nel! Just go to fucking bed!"

"Fine! You guys are nasty anyway, doing it on the couch!" Nel huffed and shut the door. Grimmjow growled lowly as he glared at the closed door, while Ichigo covered his face as he stifled a laugh.

"Damn, I usually get embarrassed over this," he smirked. "But after seeing you like this, it's not so bad."

"Tch, just shut up," grumbled Grimmjow.

"Hey, at least my dogs don't disrupt us whenever we fucked," Ichigo smirked.

"I think I should reconsider my decision of keeping her here," Grimmjow muttered.


White smoke wafted from Grimmjow's cigarette, it was his third one in under an hour as he sucked the tar deeply. Today's the day he dreadded yet waited for as he paced back and forth around the lobby, while Nel stood anxiously nearby. "Stay calm, Grimmjow," she muttered.

"Think I can?" gritted Grimmjow, taking a sharp drag. "It's freaking the shit outta me, I was sure he was gonna call when he found out that you didn't go back. What is that motherfucker thinking about?"

"Just . . . . just be careful when he comes," muttered Nel, fidgeting with her fingers. The blunet gumbled under his breath as he took another drag just as Ichigo entered the lobby.

"Ichigo, why are you here?" questioned Grimmjow when the orange-haired model walked up to him.

"Idiot, I work here," muttered Ichigo.

"Don't joke, I'm too fucking stressed out right now," he muttered.

"I can see that," Ichigo said quietly, glancing at him. "I asked Yoruichi if I can attend the meeting. She said yes, just as long I stay out of the way."

"Why'd you do that?" questioned Grimmjow. "This is my problem, Ichigo. This doesn't concern you."

"I don't care, I wanna go with you, Grimmjow," Ichigo said. Grimmjow sighed deeply before smirking a little.

"That sounded kinda cheesy, Ichi," he smirked.

"But it's true," the orange-haired model frowned.

"I know." Grimmjow took out the cigarette against the window tossed it into a trashcan. "Thanks, Ichigo."

"Hee-hee, Ichi's so in love with you," Nel chided.

"Shut up, you little brat," grumbled the blunet, but Ichigo was quiet at her statement. Grimmjow pressed the elevator button and the doors automatically opened. All of them walked in when they saw the same black luxury car parking outside the lobby doors. "Just fucking great," Grimmjow grumbled just before the door shut. It didn't take long until they reached the right floor and got out.

"Grimmjow . . . ." muttered Nel, her hand clenching his. "Remember."

"I fucking know that," Grimmjow muttered lowly as they walked the hall and reached the office. "We're here," he muttered as he opened the door and they walked in. Yoruichi was sitting behind her desk with her cat in her arms and nodded a little at them.

"Glad you're here, Mr. Jaegerjaques," she said quietly.

"I saw him coming," muttered Grimmjow, glancing away.

"I see. Get ready and have a seat," replied Yoruichi. Grimmjow complied and sat down in a chair; Nel and Ichigo sat at either side of him. Ichigo glanced at his eyes, they were glistening with anger.

"Uh, Grimm--" he muttered but was cut off when the office door opened again and Grimmjow glared up. Aizen walked in and smirked at the blunet, who gritted his teeth in silent rage.

"How are you doing, Mr. Jaegerjaques?" he asked.

"What do you think, Aizen?" Grimmjow muttered darkly but the older man continued smirking as he then glanced at Nel and Ichigo, both of whom felt uneasy about his presence.

"Hello there, Miss Yoruichi," smiled Aizen as he glanced at the dark-skinned woman and sat exactly across Grimmjow.

"Aizen," Yoruichi greeted. "I am still curious about the reason why you asked for another meeting."

"It's obvious," Aizen replied. "Mr. Jaegerjaques wanted to know why I truly transferred him here." He then shot a glance at Grimmjow, who glared darkly at him. "Am I wrong?"

"For once, you're not, motherfucker," growled Grimmjow. "I really wanna know why the fuck you sent me here, Aizen. At first I thought it was because I went to prison, and you got tired of my bullshit. But . . . . I feel like it's something else, right?"

"You misinterpreted my decision, Grimmjow," smirked Aizen, crossing his legs ever so casually. "I sent you here because I assumed you would have a better opportunity in the Seireitei agency. But still, you don't seem to trust my reasons."

"I never did, Aizen," the blue-haired model muttered bitterly. "Just tell me the fucking truth, or else."

"Or else what, Mr. Jaegerjaques?" The calm man questioned. "I already told you what you need to be told." Grimmjow flinched towards him but his arms were held back by Nel and Ichigo.

"Calm down, Grimmjow," Nel reminded him, and Aizen finally noticed her.

"Miss Ordershvank, it's nice to see you," he smirked lightly as he gazed at her nervous face. "I was a bit worried why you did not come back this past week."

"Nel's staying with me from now on," Grimmjow bluntly replied, glaring at him. "She's quitting Hueco Mundo."

"It's not your place to tell my employees what to do," Aizen replied as his bronze eyes turned back on him. "She must come back to do her job, Mr. Jaegerjaques. I hate . . . . to see the consequences if she doesn't come back."

"Touch one hair on her, and you'll be in a body bag," Grimmjow threatened darkly. Ichigo glanced anxiously at him, his chest tightened at the fearful thought as he gulped dryly. But Aizen smirked amusingly at the blunet.

"You haven't changed after six years, have you . . . . Mr. Jaegerjaques?" he chuckled softly. Grimmjow growled lowly at him as his fists clenched tightly until his knuckles turned white. "No . . . . you changed a little," Aizen smirked. "Possibly because of that man." He shot a glance at Ichigo, who flinched slightly from his gaze.

"Why does that fucking concerns you, Aizen?" gritted Grimmjow.

"What is your name, young man?" asked Aizen. Ichigo glanced at the man then at Grimmjow, who glanced back and shook his head warningly, and bit his lips. "Yoruichi, what is this man's name?" he asked again, glancing at the dark-skinned woman.

"It's . . . . Ichigo Kurosaki," Yoruichi replied, breaking her silence from the dense tension. Aizen's smirk widened a little as he glanced back at Ichigo.

"What is your relationship to Grimmjow, Mr. Kurosaki?" he questioned. "I understand that he and Miss Ordershvank are like close siblings, but I wonder--"

"It's none of your fucking business, Aizen!" Grimmjow snapped angrily. "He's not of your concern, so drop it."

"He is now," smirked Aizen. "Besides, I'd like to make a deal with Yoruichi." Grimmjow exhaled sharply as his eyes narrowed at him; Nel noticed his face boiling with anger and stared anxiously at Aizen.

"A deal?" questioned Yoruichi. "About what, Aizen? I don't remember you telling me about a deal last time."

"I know, but something just caught my interest. I'd like you to consider my options for a while." Aizen glanced at Ichigo once again, and the orange-haired model shivered in anxiety. What does this man mean? Grimmjow noticed it too and growled angrily.

"Aizen, what the fuck are you doing?" he gritted.

"I'd like Mr. Kurosaki to be transferred to Hueco Mundo," Aizen simply replied. Grimmjow's eyes widened in shock as he glared at the smirking man and his breath quickened into frustrated pants. "What do you thinnk, Mr. Jaegerjaques?" smirked Aizen.

It happened so fast yet in slow motion; Grimmjow suddenly jumped up from his chair and charged towards him. The chair barely clattered to the floor as he raised his hardened fist and aimed at Aizen's face. "GRIMMJOW! NO!!" yelled Ichigo as he immediately got up and held him back by his arms. Grimmjow's fist was an inch away from Aizen's face and yet the man was calm and was still smirking.

"I'll kill you, Aizen," the blunet breathed heavily. "I'll fucking kill you for this."

"I'd like to see you try, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques," smirked Aizen.


What the FUCK am I doing?! Great, now Confusion No Hime will throw a knife at me! *run away*

I know what I'm doing, just wait for the next chapter cuz I'll write my dream chapter! Trust me on this! *continue running away* EEEEEEEEE!!!

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