Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Model Romance ❯ Rumble in the Studio ( Chapter 2 )

—I have free copies of SPARN magazine. It features Yuugi wearing a thong. Anybody? Heh…I thought that would get some attention. Well, this is the next Chapter…hope you enjoy it! -walks away with the pictures of Yuugi in a thong-

 

Chapter 2 - Rumble in the Studio

 

Yuugi practically ran to work the next day. He was eager to see if Ana had hired Yami as a photographer or not. A swarm of tall, young women were standing outside the SPARN Headquarters. Roy and a couple other mal models were signing autography books. Several of the younger teenage girls ran over to Yuugi and begged for an autography. A few pulled at the sleeveless, white shirt he wore and one girl inspected his tight, blue pants.

 

Yuugi signed a couple autography books and pushed his way through them and ran into the safety of the SPARN Headquarters building. Mostly offices and waiting rooms on the first floor. A couple of young ladies and young men were sitting around holding number cards or reading forms. New models probably, Yuugi thought, remembering when he was down here waiting to be interviewed. Photographers apply straight to Ana and her office is on the second floor.

 

The thought of photographers made Yuugi remember Yami. He hurried up to the second floor where a lot of the photo shoots took place. A couple shoots were already in progress. Ana waved to Yuugi and called, “Yuugi, come here!”

 

Yuugi walked over to Ana and spied a large, round bed with a quilt that had jungle trees on it. Big, round, dark green pillows and two stuffed monkeys sat at the head of the bed.

 

“We're having a Tarzan/Jungle theme for this issue, Yuugi. It's in celebration of that new movie. What's it called? Um…oh, The Jungle Prince. We wanted to land the star that plays the Prince, but apparently Mr. Depp doesn't approve of SPARN.” Ana made a disgusted face with that last statement.

 

“His loss, Ana.” Yuugi said. “So, I'm wearing jungle printed boxers or something?”

 

Ana laughed, heartily. “Something like that. They're in your dressing room. Yami's going to photo you again.”

 

Yuugi stiffened as he saw Yami come forward, adjusting his camera. He was wearing a tight reddish-brown shirt and tight, black, leather pants. His socks and shoes were lying in a chair just behind him. Yuugi thought Yami looked incredibly sexy, but Ana was appalled.

 

“Mr. Atemu, where is the camera we gave you? And why aren't you wearing shoes?”

 

Yami looked up, ignoring Ana for the moment and smiled at Yuugi. “Hello again, Yuugi. I heard we're working together again.”

 

Yuugi blushed bright red. He was about to answer when Ana turned Yami around to look at her. “I asked you something, Mr. Atemu.”

 

“This is my camera, not yours. I feel more comfortable in my bare feet.” Yami replied and turned back to Yuugi. “Are you getting ready for your shoot?”

 

Ana frowned. She motioned to Yuugi. “Go get ready, please, Yuugi.” Yuugi nodded and went to his dressing room. “Mr. Atemu, in my office for a second.”

 

Yami followed Ana into her office and Ana flopped down on her bean bag chair. She didn't have a desk, but a coffee table. She used a mat as the chair to her desk and the bean bag chair when she needed to relax or when she was talking to someone. Everyone at SPARN magazine liked Ana's laid-back style and that's why most top models and photographers wanted to work for SPARN.

 

“Mr. Atemu, I don't disapprove of how you operate. But I need to remind you that you work for SPARN now. SPARN is my magazine and that means you, as a photographer, need to fill me in on details, understand?”

 

“Yes ma'am. I like using my own camera when I do shoots and I don't wearing shoes while I'm on the job. My last employer—”

 

“Yes I know. I called him and the guy said that he fired you because he considered you unsanitary. I asked what you did and he told me that you always took your shoes and socks off before you did a shoot. I also heard that he caught you doing nude shoots of a swimsuit model.”

 

“Those were just rumors. This swimsuit model stole my camera and I went to her dressing room to get it. She wasn't there, so I just went in and took my camera back. Before I could leave, she came in wearing only a robe and she screamed for the magazine editor and started accusing me of trying to take pictures of her naked.”

 

Ana nodded. “All right. Well, this is why I tell my photographers to keep their camera within their sights at all times. Somebody might steal it. I don't know all my employees, Mr. Atemu. I know their names and faces, but I don't know them all personally.”

 

Yami nodded. “Well…now you know something about me.” Yami turned and started to walk out the door. Before he left, he said over his shoulder, “Here's another bit of information, Miss. Aristotle…I'm gay and I'm not ashamed to admit it.”

 

Ana wasn't shocked as she watched Yami leave. She sighed and leaned back on the bean bag chair. “And he was so good-looking too…”

 

——————

 

Yuugi flushed adorably as the make-up people oiled his skin to give it that “tanned look.” He wasn't nervous about all these people touching him. After all, they had done this before, but Yuugi was embarrassed by the fact that Yami was watching. He wasn't watching with a photographer's eye either, but more with an eye of curiosity.

 

When Yuugi's skin looked almost like a real tan, Yuugi wanted to go and wash it all off again. His fake tan skin looked nothing compared to the beauty of Yami's tan. Yami's skin was so perfect and looked so smooth. It was the color of a walnut, or possibly a shade darker. His skin color reflected his crimson eyes and golden bangs perfectly and Yuugi so wished he could walk over and run his hands along that skin.

 

Ana wandered over and smiled, “Great, Yuugi's ready.”

 

“No.” Yami said, frowning.

 

Now he was looking at Yuugi as a photographer. “D-Did I…do something?” He fumbled absently with the leopard-printed, silk boxers he was sporting. There was the face of a leopard on the crotch area and a thin, silk, leopard-looking tail coming out of the butt region.

 

“Wash that oil off. I hate it.”

 

Ana frowned. “Mr. Atemu, I—”

 

“I'm sorry, Miss Aristotle. But if you want my picture to be at its best, then I must insist that Yuugi look like himself and not some oily wretch.”

 

Yuugi could tell that Ana was running low on patience, but she gave permission and Yuugi wandered off to wash the oil away. He grabbed a towel and was about to go to the bathroom when Yami stopped him. The photographer was carrying scissors.

 

“What is it?” Yuugi asked.

 

“That damned tail on your shorts.” Yami turned him around and snipped the tail off. “It looks ridiculous.”

 

Yuugi laughed. “I didn't like it neither.” He blushed and turned to face Yami. “Um…about yesterday…I—”

 

“Don't be ashamed. I'm guessing we're both—”

 

“Yep.” Yuugi squeaked and walked back to the shoot. He stood beside the bed and waited for Yami's instructions.

 

The photographer came back and gestured at the two stuffed monkeys. “Throw them off the bed.”

 

Yuugi did so and saw Ana looking even more annoyed. Yami instructed Yuugi to lie on the bed. Yuugi did and nearly wet himself when Yami climbed on the bed too. He stood over Yuugi and had a light moved around to stand right beside the bed so that it reflected off one side of Yuugi's body. Yami smiled. “Put one arm around your head and the other on your chest.”

 

Yuugi gulped and did so. Yami positioned his camera and managed to take one picture before something—a book of some kind—was hurled at the back of his head. The book connected perfectly and sent him falling over on top of Yuugi. As much as he liked having Yami's body against his, Yuugi knew Yami was hurt. The young model wiggled out from under him and somebody grabbed his boxers by the waistband.

 

“Look at what that bastard did to my beautiful leopard boxers! It was one of my most adorable and quite sexy creations.” said a gruff voice. Yuugi looked up and saw Pedro Napoleon, PJ Corp's best undergarment designer.

 

“Pedro!” Ana snapped. Yuugi pulled away from the man and went to check on Yami. The photographer was getting up and groaning with the pain in his head. He got off the bed with Yuugi's help and pulled away from the model.

 

“I cut the tail off, because it was the damned ugliest thing in the world.” He would have argued further, but Pedro backhanded him across the face.

 

“For your information, sir, the tail was there for a purpose. It was to heighten the jaguar look.”

 

Yami stumbled back from the slap, but he merely brushed it off. “It's a leopard, dumbass. And those boxers look fine the way they are. The tail was unnecessary.”

 

“Ha! You are just a photographer! What would you know about style? Especially with the ugly way you dress. Leather was last year's fad, young man. It is…disgusting.”

 

Yuugi hung his head. “I wear leather too, Pedro.”

 

“Then I suggest you get a fashion update, Mr. Mutou. I thought you would know fashion, but apparently you don't.” He reached over and literally tore the leopard boxers off Yuugi's body. The young man gasped and covered himself, weeping in humiliation.

 

“Pedro, that's enough!” Ana shouted.

 

“Quiet, woman! I've had it up to my neck with these people you hire. Always roughing up my beautiful artwork before it goes to the public. They torture my beauties and I will not stand for it any longer. Don't even try to threaten me, because I work for your father, not you. And you do not scare me, bitch.”

 

Yami saw Yuugi run to his dressing room in a frightened panic. His blood was boiling now. “How dare you humiliate Yuugi like that?! He did nothing to you!” Yami grabbed Pedro's shirt collar and threw the man backwards against the bed. Before the designer could get to his feet, Yami slammed his left fist into the man's nose and then his right fist.

 

Pedro was dazed and his nose was bleeding. Yami slammed his heel into the man's crotch and Pedro yelped in pain. Yami raised another fist, but two security guards grabbed him and hauled him away in handcuffs to Ana's office. After calling security, Ana called her father and then the hospital.

 

Pedro was fired as he was taken off to the hospital for a broken nose and a broken penis. Yami was sitting in Ana's office in handcuffs with the two security guards standing over him. Ana was pacing in front of him with her father sitting on the bean bag chair.

 

“Mr. Atemu, you really did it this time.” Ana said angrily. “Pedro is extreme sensitive about his designs. This is why I told you and all other photographers of SPARN that they should never mess with the clothes that the models are wearing.”

 

“The tail bothered me and it bothered Yuugi too. I didn't want to cause him any discomfort when he was modeling.”

 

“Young man, a lot of the models don't usually like the outfits they wear, but they model them anyway. It's their job. Why focus so much attention on this one particular case?” Mr. Aristotle asked.

 

Yami didn't answer, but Ana knew the truth. “Daddy, I appreciate you sticking around, but we're fine now. I'll deal with Yami on my own.” Mr. Aristotle shrugged and stood. He kissed Ana's forehead and said good-bye before leaving.

 

Once he was gone, Ana sat at her coffee table. “Mr. Atemu, I know you're not a bad person. I didn't get that sort of vibe from you when you first started here. I figured you were a rebellious person with your own sense of style and attitude. I accepted that in you and that's why I hired you.”

 

“If this is leading up to me getting fired, then I suppose I deserve it. I let my anger get the better of me and I deserve punishment for it.” Yami said.

 

Ana nodded. “Yes I suppose you do. All right, I'm going to give you one last chance to save your job. I want you to come here at seven o'clock this evening and clean the entire second and third floors. Do that and I'll let you keep your job, okay?”

 

Yami just stared at her as if she were a new teacher trying to discipline a rebel student. “What does cleaning have to—?”

 

“You have to clean your workspace tidy. The third and second floors are the workspace of all photographers.” Ana nodded at the guards and Yami was released from his handcuffs. Yami thanked Ana and went straight to Yuugi's dressing room.

 

The door was open a crack and Yami could see Yuugi dressed in his normal clothes. His knees were pulled up to his chest and he was crying. Yami entered and shut the door behind him.

 

Yuugi looked up and said, “Yami…Ana didn't fire you?”

 

“No. She wants me to come by this evening and clean the second and third floors.” Yami muttered.

 

“Yeah. That's happened to several other photographers from what I heard.” Yuugi said, wiping the tears off his cheeks.

 

“Are you all right?”

 

Yuugi nodded. “I will be. What happened to Pedro?”

 

“He lost his job and his dick.” Yami chuckled.

 

Yuugi laughed. “Did you—?”

 

“Yes.” Yami nodded. “He had no right to do that to you, Yuugi.”

 

“Thank you, Yami.” Yuugi said. He paused for a few minutes and asked, “Hey, um, could I bring you some dinner when you start cleaning tonight?”

 

Yami suddenly got a brilliant idea. He flashed a clever smile and said, “Of course you can, Yuugi. I would enjoy your company.”

 

Yuugi blushed. “Okay then. Half passed seven, okay?”

 

“Make it eight. I don't usually eat early.” Yami replied. He brushed a hand across Yuugi's hair. “I look forward to you coming.”

 

——————

 

The security guard let Yami in and told him to behave because he had security cameras everywhere. Yami gave him a suspicious look and the guard rolled his eyes. “Not in the dressing rooms, asshole. Now get up there and get to work.”

 

Yami went upstairs to the second floor and found the cleaning supplies. He started by vacuuming and then checking the lights to make sure each one worked. Then it was time to check if all the cameras were still in their cases. Yami had a list on a clipboard that told if a camera was being rented out or not and if the rented camera had been turned back in yet.

 

Meanwhile, Yuugi was walking towards the building carrying a pizza box. He tried hard not to drool at the smell. It had been three weeks since he'd eaten any junk food. Cheeseburgers, pizza, French fries, tacos—all that stuff was off limits to him. But Ana had said that it didn't to eat them on some occasions.

 

Yuugi tapped on the glass door and looked through to see the security guard asleep at his post. Yuugi rolled his eyes and found that the door was open. He went inside and processed to the second floor. He found Yami busy folding up bedsheets.

 

“Hi Yami.” Yuugi said. Yami turned and smiled.

 

“Eight o'clock already?” Yami put the sheets down and gestured to the stairs. “Let's go to the dining hall.

 

The dining hall was nothing special. Just a room with two big, long tables and a small round one and lots of chairs. This was the place where models and photographers could sit down and eat their lunches or simply take a break from their routine. Yami went and got some soda pop. Yuugi picked out the biggest piece of pizza and started eating.

 

Yami laughed as he watched the young man eat. He gulped down two pieces of pizza and was full. Yami ate one and a half pieces before he felt full. He smirked at the little dribble of pizza sauce on Yuugi's chin.

 

“What?” Yuugi asked. He froze when Yami leaned over and licked away the pizza sauce from his chin. His cheeks turned as red as the sauce. “Uh…”

 

Yami smiled. “You liked that?”

 

Yuugi squirmed in his seat. “It…was…it was nice.”

 

“Then let's kiss for real, Yuugi.” Yami scooted closer and leaned over to press his lips against Yuugi's. Yuugi wanted to grope Yami for all he was worth, but he suddenly felt that this was wrong.

 

He pulled away from Yami and whispered, “I can't, Yami.” He shivered when he felt lips tickling the back of his neck. He jumped a little when he felt hands slither inside his shirt and rub his stomach. Yuugi fidgeted and held back a moan of pleasure as Yami picked up the boy and took him downstairs into the nearest dressing room.

 

He pinned Yuugi against the wall and started massaging the boy's neck with tongue and lips. Yuugi gasped and wiggled a little trying to get away, but Yami was strong and was almost crushing the little one's body against his. Yuugi was breathing harder as Yami pulled at his shirt, trying to take it off.

 

Yuugi finally pulled free and stared wide-eyed at Yami. The taller realized what he'd done and said, “Yuugi, I…forgive me. I didn't mean—”

 

Yami stopped when Yuugi leaped at him and forced his tongue into Yami's mouth. Yami moaned into the kiss as Yuugi started grinding their hips together. The kiss became more feverish as Yuugi grinded harder, creating a pleasant friction. Yami gripped the small one's sides and pushed him against his body more to feel their clothed members touching.

 

Finally Yuugi pushed Yami away and said, “I should go.”

 

“No, please. Stay and help me clean up this place.” Yami said.

 

“I shouldn't…” Yuugi said softly.

 

Yami gripped his shoulders and whispered, “If you do, I'll help you with anything you want.”

 

Yuugi bit his lower lip. “I…have one dream. But…I…uh, I have to go now.” He ran down the stairs and out of the building just as the security guard was waking up.

 

Yami sighed and continued his cleaning duties. His mind was now divided between the cleaning work and the fact that he'd had Yuugi's tongue in his mouth.

 

—You'll find out Yuugi's dream in the next Chapter. I promise it'll be good and something you'll definite want to imagine…