Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Eye Candy ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Title: Eye Candy

Rating: M- lemons, language, lemons, alcohol and did I mention lemons?

Pairings: prideshipping with eventual darkshipping.

Summary: Yami wants to be a model to catch the eye of Seto Kaiba, an erotica photographer so he asks his good friend Bakura for help. Bakura agrees and prepares him for the shoot but there is a lot more to being an erotica model than Yami thought.

Mitzumi: for every failure there is an idea. Actually, you guys had voted for this one in the poll section of my profile so here goes. This is based off a book I read in middle school under the same title-yikes, what kind of books was I reading?!- and it is dedicated to all who wish to see Bakura and Yami in freaky little situations that require no clothing blows kiss this is for you!

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“I need you to prepare me!”

Bakura blinked at his crush's declaration. Here he was, enjoying his burger at Burger World when all of a sudden, Yami comes storming in thundering the above mentioned statement. Needless to say, he was lost.

“prepare you for what?”

“this!” he says, slamming down a flyer on the table. Bakura leans down to read it.

It's a blue and white flyer declaring a model call for Kaiba Corp, Japan's leading company. If it `s something you use everyday, it's sure to have a Kaiba Corp logo stamped on it somewhere. But this paricular call was for erotic models for a calender.

“and you want to do this…why?” he asked, taking a bite out of his hamburger. Oh, he knew why alright. It has something to do with-

“Seto Kaiba! He's going to be the head photograher and he is personally looking over each model!” Yami all but squealed. Bakura swore he saw anime hearts popping over Yami's head.

“lemme guess, you want to try out, capture his heart, and by an hour be in his bed exploring those he had loved and dropped call `kama sutra on overdrive'” he said, using the air quotes gesture on the last 3 words.

“duh!”

“and what does this have to do with me?”

“well, you're a photographer and my best friend and I was wondering if you would help me, you know, prepare for the shot. I gotta stand out.” Yami said, stealing one of Bakura's fries and popping it in his mouth.

“but Yami, I am a landscape photographer-“

“I know but you had training to deal with human models right.”

“well duh. “ Bakura sighed then leaned forward. “fine, I will `train' you but you must know that there is no limits when it comes to erotic models.”

“huh?” Yami said innocently, in mid motion of stealing another one of Bakura's fries.

“what I mean is that you must be flexible enough to do as I, and ultimately Kaiba, say no matter how unreasonable it may seem.” Bakura replied seriously, his mahoghany orbns boring into Yami's scarlet orbs.

“okay baku-kun!” Yami said cheerfully. Bakura rolled his eyes. There was no point in trying to make Yami be serious when he was like this.

“so, you really want me to do this?”

“yup.” Yami extended his hand for Bakura to shake.

“ok. We start tomorrow at noon.”

And with that, they shook hands, sealing the deal that the next 4 weeks will be the most hot, sexy, freaky times of their lives.

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Yami all but skipped to Bakura's apartment the next day. Finally, he has a way to get close to the object of his oh-so-many wet dreams and fantasies! Sure, he was a little nervous about what Bakura was going to have him do but that was normal and he had to learn everything he needs to know, somehow, right?

“baku-kun, I'm here. Let me up.” He said into the intercom after pressing the appropriate button in the hallway. Sometimes he wonder why Bakura put up with the reggedy apartment that required for guests to be buzzed into the elevator that led to the appropriate home. He's a photogapher for Ra's sake, and a well paid one at that. he can afford a cool loft or a condo at the least!

`I wonder what Seto's home is like' Yami wondered to himself and therein launched his fantisies. A couple of them involved some x-rated activities on a baby grand piano…with chocolate…and whipped cream….

“yo, Yami.”

Bakura's voice pulled Yami away from his flight of the imagination and he blinked clearing his head.

“hi, Bakura.”

“you ready?” the albino asked, letting his childhood friend in and closing the door behind him.

“you bet, I could hardly sleep last night I was so-“

“you should get your sleep no matter how keyed up you are. The camera catches everything from little imperfections to microscopic forms of exhaustion.” Bakura cut his off, scowling at him. Yami scowled back.

“well excuuseee me! I was just eager to get started.” He retorted, shifting his weight to one leg and putting his hands on his hips. Bakura raised a bemused eyebrow.

“ya know, I'm still waiting for you to roll your neck at me and do the z-snap. That way I can stop wondering just how queer you are.”

“you know I have been gay since middle school.” Yami said, folding his arms over his chest.

“gay and queer is two different things Yami. Gay is what you and I are. Queer, on the other hand, is that big shrieking queen that I doubt is a man of a brother you got.”

“hey, just because Yugi played Angel in RENT on Broadway 5 years in a row doesn't make him a queen.”

“you're right. Stealing Miho's clothes does. Anyway, in today's lesson, I am going to cover the basics: Kissing.”

“kissing? What does that have to do with modeling,” Yami said, doubtfully. Bakura smirked.

“well considering that you are boyfriendless and a virgin, you would have no clue would you?” he watched as those heavy labels hit Yami like a ton of bricks.

“grrr…no….” Yami ground out, gritting his teeth.

“exactly, so stop bitchin' and lets start. “ he said pulling Yami over to the couch. He sat him down and sat next to him. He leaned close and softly brushed his lips against the slighter boy's. Through lidded eyes, he saw the pink blush flitting across Yami's face. He brushed his lips again, adding a little bit of pressure before kissing him fully.

His tounge licked over Yami's lips, silently asking for permission. When Yami didn't respond, he nipped at them instead. That drew a gasp from his crush and Bakura took that opportunity to explore the wet cavern that was Yami's mouth. The spiky-haired teen moaned, pressing closer to him as feelings he never felt before welled up in him.

Bakura's hand moved from holding Yami's hand to up his back then back down to that little patch of shin peeking out in that space between Yami's shirt and pants. He felt Yami's fingers lace into his hair, their toungues dueling for possession and dominance.

They pulled away when the need for air was paramount. Panting, Bakura relized that somehow they had gone from sitting up on the couch to lying down on it. He so did not notice that earlier.

“well…that was your first lesson, “ he said haughtily before adding, “any question?”

Mutely, Yami shook his head, his face still flushed.

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