Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: AizenGrimm, IchiGrimm
Author's note: English is my second language so please don't kill me over grammar mistakes and all those things. Still un-betaed.

I'M TOO SEXY FOR MY SHIRT...

"How dares he?" raged an angry Grimmjow

"My master tells me that I have no sensuality whatsoever, too. It must be something related to us not being uke material." replied Nnoitora trying to save hi furniture from being ripped to shreds

"Having big eyes and a tiny dick has nothing to do with sensuality!"

"And I suppose you haven't told him that."

"Of course not, I'm not stupid."

"I would have."

"But you're a masochist." accused Sexta

"That's not the point." defended Quinta

A silence followed the heated discussion.

"I know." said Grimmjow with an evil grin on his face

Nnoitora wasn't sure how the blue haired Espada had persuaded him into recording this attempt at seduction. Somehow the panther got this idea that if he succeeded in seducing someone cold and aloof then he could prove to his orange haired lover that he was sexy. The black haired arrancar was sure that Kurosaki only told him those things to get him riled up and eager to prove himself but what he got, if he had understood something of Grimmjow's irate blabber, was a black eye and a broken window.

And now the panther was dead set on seducing Aizen Sousuke.

Nnoitora's first choice for a cold partner would have been Ulquiorra but then Grimmjow rightly objected that if he had to seduce someone, that someone had at least to be seme.

So the two found themselves sitting at an Espada meeting, one on each side of Aizen's throne, Nnoitora with a discreet spy camera inserted in his hollow hole, partially covered by his hair. When the tea was served, Grimmjow gave the signal to start recording.

The blue haired arrancar stretched over the table to reach for a slice of lemon with a breathless moan. Everyone turned to watch him bent over the table, the jacket that rode up until mid-back showing his hollow hole, the gothic six and a large expanse of tanned skin. As he took the lemon between index and thumb he turned towards Aizen-sama giving him an intense look.

The only outward sign that the shinigami was affected was the poor cookie smashed in his grasp.

Grimmjow then sat normally again, bringing the slice of fruit to his lips. From the corner of his eye he saw that even Stark was bent over the table to see his performance. He smirked as he started to trace the edge of the lemon with his tongue. The sour taste of the fruit struck his senses and he feigned and open mouthed pout, watching his boss with a hurt look.

The cookie fell from Aizen's hand right into his cup of tea, splattering the brown liquid on the leader's pristine uniform. Grimmjow happily noted that even Gin had his eyes open and that the black bastard was nowhere to be seen. Things couldn't go better.

Then he moved to strike the final blow.

He rose from his seat and got on all fours on the white table, directly looking at Aizen and giving the rest of the Espada a good view of his ass. With slow movements he neared the milk jug and Aizen-sama gulped. He bowed his head and let his tongue loll out of his mouth and stroke the milk's surface. Yammi, who had the best view from behind, fell off his chair.

After some laps at the white liquid, the blue haired male raised his head to look directly at his leader's face, making sure that some white drops where dripping from his lower lip to his chin. And slowly but surely, a little river of blood was advancing from Aizen's nose to his upper lip.

Victory.

"Admit it, Shinigami. I am able to seduce anyone I want." bragged Grimmjow when Ichigo had finally finished the movie

The orange haired teen set down the camera on the bed and then went out of his room. The Espada was baffled. Hadn't he demonstrated that he was sexy? What more could his seme possibly want? He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice his lover coming back in the bedroom.

"Oi, Grimm."

The panther raised his head and the vizard, now nude, smirked.

"Want some milk?"

A/N: A 'friend' and I did a match of sensuality with tea, lemon and cake at a friend's birthday party. It became a match of 'I can eat more cake than you, you bitch'. This fic was originally intended to be a match between Nnoi and Grimm but then it just turned out like this. I hope you like it.