"Whatever the hell you're listening to, turn it the fuck down!" Szayel grabbed his brother's headphone and pulled it out of his ear. Music could clearly be heard out of the little bud. Szayel could have sung along if he wanted to. His damn brother was still trying hard to ignore him.

"What the hell did you do that for?!" Ah, another typical morning in the Granz household. Actually a typical morning ended with Il Forte taking a swing at his brother. Without answering, Szayel slid a plate in front of his brother. Begrudgingly, the blonde began to eat. "Grimmjow's coming over today," He mumbled, his mouth full of eggs. "Try not to do anything you arrogant asshole." Szayel chuckled.

"Oh right, it's Saturday. Very well, should I leave you two to fuck tonight? Quite frankly I don't care, I just don't want to listen to it." His voice dripped cynicism as he smirked. Il Forte turned red with both anger and embarrassment. Before he could reply, his brother was gone. Fucker. For the next twenty minutes, Il Forte listened to the running water of the shower while shoveling down second and third helpings of his food. A knock on the door made the teenager look up.

"Just open the damn door!" He shouted, far too lazy to get up. Grimmjow opened the door a little less than just slamming the thing into the wall. "Well good morning Sunshine." He said, his voice heavy with sarcasm. Grimmjow rolled his blue eyes.

"Where's your bathroom?" He asked, throwing his bag onto the floor. Il Forte chuckled and pointed out the bathroom. He 'failed' to mention that Szayel was still most likely in there. He may like the other boy, but this was good payback for storming out last night.

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Szayel heard the door open, but paid it no mind. He was positive Il Forte was going to keep Grimmjow occupied. Unfortunately, he had no idea how wrong he was until he stepped out of the shower the exact second the bathroom door was opened. Not being a squeamish one about his body, Szayel didn't even flinch when Grimmjow pulled the door opened all the way. The teenager on the other hand, yelped out of shock and stumbled back into the hallway. Szayel chuckled and grabbed the door.

"Hope you enjoyed the show." He said as he shut the door. He figured Il Forte had put him up to the task, most likely unknowingly. His suspicions were confirmed when he heard Il Forte's yelp followed by a lot of banging around. Figuring that the two would kiss and make up any second, he took his time getting dressed. Once again, he discovered he was right when he came out into the living room to see Grimmjow pinning his brother underneath him. The two teenager's lips were damn near touching. There was such an appalling amount of emotion whirling between them that Szayel was getting physically sick. It wasn't just that, but something else churned just underneath his skin. He couldn't explain it, but it made him uneasy. It felt like jealousy, but he had nothing to be jealous of.

"Alright you two, knock it off." He had to fight to keep his voice normal and calm as he wandered over to the two on the floor. Grimmjow sat up, still straddling the little brother. "You, come here." Szayel pointed at the bigger boy and beckoned him over. He barely batted an eyebrow as he stood up and walked over to the author.

"Il Forte, go away, I don't want any... err, distractions." Coo, violet eyes flicked up to look at Szayel.

"Yeah yeah. I get it." He grumbled. Before he left, he gave Grimmjow a peck on the lips. He left the apartment muttering obscenities. Again, that uneasy feeling churned in Szayel's stomach. He had to keep both of them away from each other or he'd go insane. Grimmjow caught the just barley visible expression on Szayel's face and smirked.

"That bother you? You brother and some guy?" He said, meaning to wound deep. Szayel just sneered and shrugged his shoulders.

"You were the one who said he was straight. Not my fault you'll go running screaming into the night when he actually tries to get you in bed," His smile widening at the clear annoyance on the other's face, Szayel pointed to the desk in the middle of the living room. "Go sit." He grabbed a few papers at random and placed them in front of Grimmjow.

"Do you have to hover?" The blue haired boy snapped, twisting his head to glare at Szayel, who just sighed.

"I have to make sure you're on task. Just work." Grumbling, the teen went to work, silently doing all of the papers. Szayel leaned against the side of the desk and let his mind wander. What really started wandering were his eyes. They scanned Grimmjow, taking him in. They watched as he pushed his bangs up off his forehead as he thought. They watched and loved it all. Szayel shook his head. What the hell was with him today?! Grimmjow was his brother's! Not to mention about six years younger than he was. Normally, it wouldn't matter who it was, but there was a rule. No matter how much he hated his brother, he had to obey that rule. You couldn't go after a sibling's significant other. It just wasn't done. And since when did Szayel Apparo even think about other people like this?! Lust only led to love. So he steered clear of love, lust, and everything in between. It just made him sick!

"Did you hear me? I said I'm done," Grimmjow had a paper in his hand and was holding it out. "Are you off in you're fucking pervy world again?" Szayel started and grabbed the paper from his hand, replacing them with new ones.

"Work on these while I grade then." He had forced his voice to become cold and hard. But he couldn't focus on the papers, his gaze kept returning to the student. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. "Grimmjow."

"What is it no-?" A hand grabbed his hair and pulled his face upward so that he was looking straight at Szayel. The pink haired man hesitated for only a second before clashing their lips together. Grimmjow seemed to want to protest, but stopped the second Szayel's tongue dragged across his bottom lip. Willingly, the chapped lips parted. Szayel wasted no time slipping his tongue into the warm crevice and exploring. Grimmjow let out a soft groan when Szayel pulled away.

"Dammit," The older man whispered, leaning in for another kiss. "I can't get enough of you. I want more." This went against everything he believed in. Lust was more powerful than any loose morals though. And this lust was stronger than any other kind of lust that either of them had ever faced.

"Well, we can take care of that can't we?" Grimmjow's voice was low and husky, his eyes were half closed. "We have time." Szayel thought about this . . . for about three seconds. Lust had clouded over his mind, stopped all sense of judgment.

"Come with me." He hissed with a smirk.

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