Nude Modelling is Hard Work

Disclaimer: Bleach and its characters belong to Tite Kubo.

Chapter Two: Good Things Always Happen to Bad People

"Ah!"

Ichigo gripped the sheets beneath him as his back arched off the bed. His breaths came only in pants, his vision was a little hazy, and his body was flushed with heat. He didn't remember when he put down his paintbrushes. He didn't remember how all his clothes were removed. Hell, he was starting to forget his own name. The subject of his painting, also the cause of his current predicament, was beyond amused as he gazed down at Ichigo.

"Mmm," his voice was low and lustful, "if only I were an artist."

Grimmjow paused only to appraise his handiwork. The young man beneath him had already been reduced to a panting mess, as spirited brown eyes now darkened with desire. He took notice of the bruised, red and parted lips, and couldn't help but capture and abuse them once again. Ichigo moaned in the most delicious way, and all he wanted was to hear that sound over and over. While his tongue explored the other's hot cavern, his mischievous hands wandered across the expanse of smooth skin, revelling in the naked and heated sensations.

If only breathing wasn't an absolute necessity. With reluctance, Grimmjow released Ichigo from the hot, wet kiss – though he was far from done.

The young artist took in large gulps of air as he tried to form coherent sentences. Though his mouth was now free, his mind was still muddled by all this touching and feeling and licking and biting. It was so very unfair.

"I think…we should…hah…continue…"

Grimmjow grinned wickedly, flashing his dangerous canines. "I agree," He said, and quickly returned to his current task – taking his hands and mouth lower and lower.

"Ah!" For the second time that afternoon, Ichigo made that sound, halfway between a scream, a yelp, and a moan of pleasure.

"I meant with…the…ohh…the painting."

"Hmmm…" The subject stopped to contemplate his artist's request, "Only if you're naked."

"What?"

"Well, I get bored just posing. I'm no professional, ya know."

Ichigo rolled his eyes in exasperation as he pushed the bigger man off, "Fine."

Honestly, the things he did for art.

Muttering "pervert" under his breath, he got off the bed and sat down behind the easel. Under the scrutiny of those electric blue eyes, the young man couldn't help but become embarrassed. He didn't even need to guess how those paint smudges on his inner thighs got there; the hickeys and bite marks littering his body pretty much spoke for themselves.

At this point, he really didn't trust himself with a paint brush.

"Can I at least…put my apron back on?"

"Ooh," Grimmjow teased, "Are we playing newlyweds?"

"I just don't wanna get oil paint all over me."

"Why not? I'll wash it off for you after."

Ignoring the comment, Ichigo quickly grabbed the smock and covered himself.

Meanwhile, his model got out of bed wearing nothing but a pair of royal-blue boxer briefs. He stood against the stark white walls of the artist's apartment, wild yet refined like a practiced predator about to pounce.

"Okay, hold that." Ichigo commanded.

"I thought you were gonna make me do somethin' crazy."

"Hmm. Tempting, but no."

"Now," the young man looked from his unfinished canvas to Grimmjow's eyes, "seduce the audience."

"Yessir." He purred as his too-blue eyes smouldered wickedly, making Ichigo's body tingle.

This man knew exactly what he was doing.

"Are you seriously a mechanic?" It was hard to believe – although the thought of Grimmjow's body smudged with grease wasn't completely unappealing.

"Heh, yeah."

"Not a prostitute?"

"Hell, no. But I'd be pretty good at that. "

"You know," Ichigo studied his subject carefully before turning back to the canvas, "You're not half bad at modelling, either."

"Yeah?"

"Mm-hm. Why don't you try it?"

"Humph, I've been scouted, but…" Grimmjow's handsome face was marred by a scowl, "it's boring."

"You're doing it for me…" Unaware of what he was saying, Ichigo naively let the sentence slip.

"Well," His demeanour immediately changed; those eyes were almost glowing, "Ya got somethin' I want."

Because he didn't know how to respond, the flustered young man continued to focus on his painting. But the silence only made his model's presence even more unbearable. Grimmjow had a way of creating sexual tension in people; the fact that his underwear hung so perilously low on his hips didn't exactly help.

In this unbearable heat, minutes melted into hours as Ichigo immersed himself in his work.

"So," eventually, the mood became unnerving, "Why don't you tell me more about yourself?"

The taller man laughed mischievously, "Why don't I lick ya all over?"

With a clatter, the uncooperative paintbrush escaped the artist's hand and fell onto the floor. He was mortified not only at the slip of professionalism, but also by the slight twitch he felt at his groin. When did he become so sensitive to just words? Sure, he hadn't gotten laid in a while, and yes, he was gay, but Ichigo didn't react like this to just anyone. What was it about Grimmjow that made his body want to do such dirty things?

Meanwhile, Grimmjow was getting impatient. He didn't mind being a model for Ichigo, really, but he was so seriously turned on (but then, what else was new?). All he could think of was the lithe body under the thin fabric of that paint-smeared apron. The smooth bottom sitting on that stool was bare and just waiting to be taken. He wondered if Ichigo would be angry at being interrupted…again. He wondered if Ichigo's interest in him was purely artistic. For a brief moment, he even began to wonder what kind of things made Ichigo smile…he had such a nice smile…he should smile more –

Wait...what?

"What's wrong? You wanna take a break?" The pleasant voice entered his ears and made Grimmjow look from the ceiling to the young artist's face.

A strange feeling fluttered in his chest as heat coloured his face, his neck, even his ears. He swallowed, shook his head, and obediently stayed still.

What the fuck was that?

Ichigo shrugged, "You look bored. Why don't we stop for today? I need to get some rest too."

"Wait –"

"Hmm?"

Because his model was being surprisingly tame, poor Ichigo had forgotten that neither of them was particularly well-dressed. When he turned around to pack up his art supplies, something snapped inside the beast behind him. Before he realized what was going on, the artist had been picked up and thrown into his bed.

"Wha – ahh…"

It seemed that Grimmjow wanted to make good on his earlier promise. His mouth travelled from Ichigo's earlobes, to his jaw line, his collarbones, then down to his –

"Ohh!"

"Here, huh?" The rough tongue and sharp teeth continued to assault the little nub on his chest through the fabric.

"Sh-shut up." The fiery-haired young man was well aware of the tent forming behind his apron down below.

"Ichigo." Grimmjow's hoarse voice was irresistible as his hips ground down slowly.

"Hah…"

In this smouldering room, even the air shimmered with the heat of arousal. One spark could ignite them both.

"Ichigo."

"Hnn?" It was all he could manage with his barely-functioning mind.

"I want you." The hot mouth was at his shoulder, nibbling and sucking and kissing.

"Mmm...I want you too, but..."

Grimmjow was so excited to hear those sweet words leave the young man beneath him; he stopped everything he was doing, "But what?"

Ichigo recovered his breathing and recollected his thoughts. He hoped his entire body didn't look as flushed as he felt.

"I don't usually...do this...with people I don't know..."

His hooded brown eyes, slightly open lips, along with the rest of his warm, supple frame made Grimmjow's mouth go dry. In that moment, he decided that he wouldn't let Ichigo outside again. How could this belong to anyone but him? Quickly, he swooped down and captured the young man's mouth, toying with his slick tongue as his hips resumed their erotic motion.

Ichigo was beginning to feel like he no longer had bones. He clung onto Grimmjow's chiselled muscular frame for dear life as numbing bliss spread through his body. There was something wrong; he was being way too docile. But then, what could he possibly do about this man? He was about to come just from a little kissing and grinding.

"Hey, you got any lube and condoms?"

A little apprehension crept into his pleasure-hazed mind as the young artist shook his head no. This was happening way too quickly. He watched as his model moved regally around the room, first taking condoms out of his jacket pocket (of course he had some), and then grabbing a tube of oil paint.

"Wait!"

Grimmjow turned to see red-faced Ichigo now sitting up on the bed.

"What's up? You wanna stop?"

"Well..." the young man mumbled something inaudible.

"What d'you say?" He moved closer onto the bed.

"The paint...is kinda expensive."

Grimmjow gave a loud bark of laughter, relieved that he wasn't being rejected. He wasn't used to thinking of anything or anyone as adorable, but he couldn't help it at that moment.

"Don't worry," he murmured by the young man's ear, feeling the shudder that ran through the other's body, "I'll buy ya some more."

Ichigo was embarrassed beyond belief, especially since that paint was the colour used for Grimmjow's electric-blue hair. Reluctantly, he nodded, allowing himself to be turned over on his hands and knees. He felt himself being intruded by a paint-slathered finger, while another hand came around his front to wrap around his hard shaft. Discomfort was gradually being overpowered by pleasure, even as another finger entered, and then another until –

"Ahh!" Grimmjow struck the right spot and, hearing the sound, continued to do so with his three digits. All Ichigo could do was moan and pant and sway his hips begging for more.

"Get ready." When he couldn't take it anymore, the taller man removed his undergarments and quickly rolled the condom on.

He aligned his tip with Ichigo's entrance and penetrated with one smooth thrust. The wet heat around him tightened, and suddenly the young man's body spasmed with release. He came with a loud cry, his essence staining the dishevelled smock no one remembered to take off.

"Holy shit." Grimmjow groaned.

The artist was a panting, boneless mess in the afterglow, and he felt himself growing inexplicably hard at the sight. Quickly, he pulled out (not missing the sexy whimper of disappointment), and turned the other man around to lie on his back. With a quick motion, he spread those delectable thighs and re-entered the body beneath him, eliciting a lazy and satisfied moan.

"Holy shit." He repeated.

No longer able to restrain himself inside the soft, moist heat, Grimmjow began thrusting hard and deep and fast. There was no transition, no build-up; he'd waited long enough for this. All Ichigo could do was cry out for more as his member hardened once again.

Pleasure came crashing in waves, sweeping them along, drowning them.

"Grimm...mmm...so big..."

"Oh, f-fuck!" Grimmjow was so damn close.

As he continued to slam into the willing body beneath him, heat coiled in his abdomen. He sensed by the shuddering that Ichigo was nearing completion too. Just a little more…

"AHH! Gimmjow!"

This time, the tightening walls sent him over the edge, roaring as he found his release.

"Ichigo!"

The next morning, Ichigo woke up feeling sore everywhere. He felt a heavy arm draped across his stomach and found its owner sleeping contently. Memories of the night before came flooding back as the artist felt his face grow unnaturally hot – not once, but three times, with a stranger and paint... He remembered being barely awake in the bathtub as skilful hands washed him clean.

Oh, the humiliation. Quickly, he buried himself under the blanket as the beast beside him stirred to life.

"Wanna continue?" The seductive voice teased, "I meant the painting, of course."

Ichigo groaned in defeat; life was never going to be quite the same.

And years later, when they moved in together as lovers, that first portrait of Grimmjow would hang right above their bed.

For the sake of Ichigo's sanity, paint was never against used during sex.

Fin.

Edit: I've been told that blue paint is toxic. So um... don't try this at home, kids. :D

I'm very sorry it took so long, but I've been pretty busy with school and work. So here it is! Second and final instalment. I really didn't see this going anywhere, so I decided to end it instead of dragging it on.

I hope you enjoyed it!

As always, reviews and comments are greatly appreciated.