Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Model Romance ❯ How Hard Can Modeling Be? ( Chapter 3 )

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

—Somebody asked me…I forget their exact words…but it had something to do with Yuugi modeling briefs. She knows who she is. In answer to her question/idea, I say this: hmmm…Yuugi modeling briefs. Now that -would- look sexy! Heh, so here's Yuugi modeling briefs…
 
—Oh and I drew Yuugi wearing those red boxers and red robe (from the billboard in Chapter 1). I'll upload that when my scanner gets fixed. That should be some time this week probably. You'll love it, trust me…I hope…
 
Chapter 3 - How Hard Can Modeling Be?
 
“I want to do a shoot with Yami!” Yuugi shouted and slammed his dressing room door shut. He sat against the door wearing some white briefs with a little globe of the Earth on the crotch side a map of the world on the butt side. Tomorrow was Earth Day and SPARN wanted to do a special section about nature and the outdoors. The models that were scheduled for this section were split into two groups. Yuugi and Roy stayed at the studio while two other models went to the local park.
 
“Yuugi, get out here now and stop acting like big baby. Yami went to the park to do a shoot with Antonio. I know the two of you work well together and you have been for passed several months, but you have to understand that I have to rotate my photographers to give them more experience.” Ana said in her usual motherly scolding tone.
 
Dammit, Yuugi thought bitterly. He could just picture Antonio in some very tight briefs or worse…a thong. And Yami's probably drooling all over him! Shit! I want Yami to look at me modeling for him. I want Yami to drool over how I look these briefs.
 
“Yuugi Mutou, either come out here to do the shoot or you're fired!” Ana shouted angrily.
 
“Antonio's probably shaking his ass for Yami and Yami probably wants to touch it.” Yuugi grunted.
 
He heard Ana laugh and then a soft thud. Ana probably sat down, because he could hear her voice more clearly. “Yuugi, Antonio's not gay. I'll make you a deal, okay? I'll let you leave after this shoot and you can go to the park to find Yami. Deal?”
 
Yuugi stood and opened the door to find Ana sitting on her knees just outside. “Deal…”
 
“All right, thank you.” Ana stood and led Yuugi to the shoot. There was a forest background with a big fake rock behind a fluffy-looking sleeping bag. The sleeping bag was fur lined on the inside and deep blue “parachute” fabric on the outside. The photographer—whom Yuugi didn't know—indicated that Yuugi open the sleeping bag.
 
He instructed Yuugi like one professional to another. Yami only did that when he was studying Yuugi to make sure the boy looked perfect for the photos. When he wanted Yuugi to pose, Yami would talk like one friend to another. This photographer did not.
 
Yuugi lifted the flap of the sleeping bag and froze when the photographer told him to. All Yuugi could think about was Yami. When he heard the click of the camera and saw the flash, he felt as though Yami were watching him. Without thinking, Yuugi made his pose as erotic as possible. Ana noticed when she observed the shoot. After the shoot, Yuugi ran to his dressing room to change back into his normal clothes.
 
“I've never anyone model like he does.” said the photographer to Ana.
 
“He's just in love.” Ana replied quietly.
 
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Yami put away his camera and swung the strap of the camera case over his shoulder. He was ticked off and depressed. For the passed few months, all of his photo sessions had been with Yuugi. He'd seen Yuugi wearing all kinds of sexy sleepwear and underwear. It had been complete paradise. He felt as though he and Yuugi were more than friends now. Four times already they'd bumped into each other at the grocery store or the video rental shop or the candy store or T.G.I. Friday's or even the movie theater.
 
The photographer smirked as he walked through the park. He and Yuugi had gone on a couple “friendship dates” before to the movies. The most recent had been extremely “friendly.” Especially when they fed each other by mouth. Yuugi would hold a piece of candy or popcorn in his mouth and Yami would grab the junk food from the little one's mouth with his lips. It was a game and one that Yami especially loved to play.
 
“Yami!” Yami turned and smiled when he saw Yuugi run up to him.
 
The little model waited until he caught his breath before saying, “I was looking all over for you. I was afraid you'd gone home already.”
 
Yami turned to face him and replied, “No, I was about to leave. Would you care to walk me home?”
 
Yuugi beamed. “Sure.” He walked side-by-side with Yami out of the park and down the sidewalk towards the “low rent” district of the city. Yami wasn't rich like Yuugi, but that didn't matter to either young man. They talked about different things, but when Yami asked about Yuugi's shoot, the little one was silent and stared at the ground.
 
Apparently, Yami thought, it didn't go well. “What's the matter, Yuugi?”
 
“I didn't want to do the photo shoot without you. The guy who was photographing me was too professional. I don't like that anymore. I like it when you tell me how to pose and where to pose.”
 
“Is there a difference?” Yami asked.
 
“Damn straight.” Yuugi nodded sharply. “A model has to be comfortable when they pose. Otherwise, they'll look too ridged in their photos.”
 
Yami chuckled. “I didn't think modeling was that difficult really.”
 
“Modeling takes a lot of work, Yami! Shit, we can't even eat what we want. We have to keep our figure or else loose our job.” Yuugi snapped.
 
Yami stopped outside of his house. It was just a one story building with brick walls and a wire fence around it. Yami looked at Yuugi and said, “Show me then.”
 
“Show you what?”
 
“Show how hard it is being a model.” Yami said walking towards his front door and unlocking it. Yuugi followed him in, getting used to where everything was. He had only been here once and that was a while ago. Nothing happened except Yuugi did meet Fatima.
 
Fatima was a pretty rose gray color with emerald eyes and a tan scar on her forehead that looked like a scarab. Fatima trotted into the living room and rubbed against Yami's leg, purring. Yami leaned down and stroked her fur. “Hello Fatima.” he cooed softly.
 
Fatima flicked her tail at him and then wandered over to Yuugi. She sniffed at his pants leg and then mewed up at him. Yuugi smiled and petted her.
 
“How would you like to do this, Yuugi?” Yami asked.
 
Yuugi straightened and said, “First, I want you to change into your pajamas. Then I'll show you.”
 
Yami chuckled before going to the bedroom. While he was gone, Yuugi stripped to his lovely violet-red boxers. When Yami came out, Yuugi's jaw dropped. Yami was wearing a pair of ghostly white, silk shorts with a black open shirt outlined in white. The white-and-black combination made Yami's tan skin and crimson eyes stand out perfectly.
 
That chest, those muscles, Yuugi thought in awe, he's so damn fucking hot! Yami laughed when he saw Yuugi's expression. He took a tissue and wiped the trail of saliva ff Yuugi's chin. The little model snapped back to reality and shook his head. “Okay…uh…”
 
Yami placed his hands on Yuugi's hips. “Are you going to show me how to model or what lies behind those boxers of yours?”
 
Yuugi turned as red as Yami's shorts. “I…uh…um…” He blinked. “M-Model…yeah…”
 
Yami released Yuugi and walked over to the center of the room where Yuugi led him. “Okay, what now?”
 
“Well, first, I'll show you the different poses. Just a few easy ones for you. Now for the first one, spread your legs a little…yeah that's good. Now thrust your hips outward…no, not that much.” Yuugi placed his hands on Yami's hips and moved them to the right position. Yami took this opportunity to nibble at Yuugi's ear.
 
The smaller one pulled away and said, “Now depending on what the photographer wants you do, he could ask you to put your hands on your hips or just one hand.” Yuugi moved into the same pose as Yami with one hand on his hip. He turned his head to the left and down so that he looked very seductive.
 
Yami smiled and mimicked what Yuugi was doing. He even pulled his silk open shirt down to his elbows. He noticed Yuugi blushing and chuckled softly. They started to play a mimicking game where Yuugi posed and Yami tried to copy him. By the third pose, Yami had gotten very close to Yuugi and the model could feel Yami's hardened package pressing at him.
 
Yuugi reached out a touched Yami's muscular chest. The photographer's heart pounded faster as Yuugi's soft hands roamed around his chest and outlined the ribcage. He hissed quietly when Yuugi gave his nipples a pinch. Yuugi giggled sweetly and buried his face in Yami's chest, holding him close.
 
“Yuugi…” Yami grunted, wrapping his arms around the lithe form.
 
“Yami, why do you like me so much?” Yuugi asked.
 
Yami blinked, hoping Yuugi would have asked to “see” the bedroom. “Yuugi, why do you ask?”
 
“Just answer me.” Yuugi said, firmly. He pulled away and looked up at Yami.
 
Yami stared at those innocent eyes and said, “Yuugi, I…I don't like you.”
 
Yuugi's eyes widened a little. “Y-You don't like me?”
 
“No. I love you.”
 
“L-Love? Why?”
 
Yami cupped the model's cheek in his hand. “Because you are a joy to be with. These last few months of being in your presence have been like Heaven to me. You are an angel, my angel.”
 
Yuugi searched Yami's eyes for any hint of lies. He found none. Yami brought their lips together and slipped his tongue into the young model's mouth. Their tongues met and caressed each other shyly at first, but then with more vigor and soon Yami's tongue was dominating Yuugi's.
 
Yuugi started to make his fantasies come true. His hands wandered all over Yami's body. He shyly slipped one hand between Yami's legs and massaged the area. Yami pulled away from the kiss and jumped a little. He started making little love bites on Yuugi's neck and shoulder. His hands reached around and squeezed Yuugi's butt cheeks. Yuugi moaned with pleasure and sped up his massaging. His hand retracted and settled down inside Yami's boxers where he touched the photographer's hardened erection.
 
Yami gasped against Yuugi's neck, but continued his feverish suckles and bites. Finally, Yuugi pulled back and looked at Yami, seeing the lust and desire in those crimson orbs. “Yami…remember when you said you wanted to help me fulfill any dream I wanted?”
 
The photographer nodded, unable to speak. Yuugi licked his lips. “And I said that I had one dream…”
 
“What is it, Yuugi koi?”
 
“My dream was…” Yuugi began, “…was for you to photograph me butt naked.”
 
Yami's eyes widened in anticipation. “You want me to take your picture while you're in the nude?”
 
Yuugi nodded. “But you have to be naked too.” He blushed slightly. “I've had that dream for a while now.”
 
Yami scooped the model into his arms. “Then allow me to help you make it come true.” He took his lover into his bedroom and placed Yuugi on the bed, shooing away a sleepy Fatima. “I'll go get my camera. How many rolls would you like me to use?”
 
The little one giggled and said, “One is fine.”
 
“Stay there and I'll be back.” Yami winked and grabbed at the front of Yuugi's boxers before leaving the room.
 
Yuugi took his boxers off and threw them to the floor. He ran a hand over the satin bedsheets and buried his face in the pillows. He could smell vanilla, lavender and spices. It was Yami's shampoo and conditioner. He loved the smell…it made him what to bathe with Yami.
“Yuugi koi…are you ready?” Yami's voice called from the hallway.
 
Yuugi rolled over on his back and rose himself up on his elbows and spread his legs a little. “Ready when you are…” He called back in a flirtatious voice.
 
—Yes I'm stopping here. Why? Because I'm evil! Ha! And also because there's a lemon coming up in the next Chapter. (Well duh! Yuugi's lying naked on Yami's bed, of course there's gonna be a lemon!) I shall update ASAP - still have some “inner turmoil” to work out with my therapist…