Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Model Romance ❯ Secrets Revealed ( Chapter 5 )

—Told ya I would put up another Chapter. Some fluff, but not a whole lot. Yami and Yuugi have had sex, so now we can only wonder what secrets Yami is keeping from his new lover. In this Chapter, we find out about Yami's first modeling job…and why he was shot on his last day of modeling.

 

Chapter 5 - Secrets Revealed

 

Yuugi's eyes fluttered open and he smiled happily when he remembered the events of last night. He stretched and his foot hit something furry. A hiss and an angry grunt came from the foot of the bed. Yuugi sat up and saw Fatima jump down to the floor and stalk off. Yami was nowhere to be seen, but Yuugi could smell a wonderful breakfast cooking down the hallway.

 

He saw his boxers on the floor and got up with a groan to pick them up and put them on. As he was pulling his boxers up, Yuugi noticed a paper of some kind sticking out of Yami's closet door. He pulled it out and recognized it as a magazine clipping. Yuugi's eyes widened when he saw Yami on the front wearing a very seductive outfit. He was sitting down at the base of a statue of a dog-headed man. He was leaning against the statue in a sort of lying position with his legs stretched out and one hand on his forehead as though he were blocking the sun from his face.

 

Yuugi so wanted to see Yami in this position again. He walked down the hallway, following the smell. He turned into an entryway and saw a small table with two places all set up. The kitchen was small, but it was effective for its purpose. Yami was dressed in his sexy pajamas and put some scrambled eggs on two plates with sausage links and orange juice to drink.

 

“Morning.” Yuugi said sweetly.

 

Yami turned and smiled at him. His smile disappeared when he saw Yuugi holding the magazine clipping. He rushed forward and took it from him. “Where did you get this?”

 

“It…It was sticking out of your closet.” Yuugi said. “Did you used to be a model too, Yami?”

 

“A while back, yes.” Yami was about to crumble up the clipping, but Yuugi took it back.

 

“If you don't want it, can I hang it over my bed?” Yuugi gave Yami a seductive look, but Yami looked more upset. He walked back over to the kitchen counter and put the plates on the table and the glasses of juice. He sat down and took two bites of his eggs before stabbing at them with his fork.

 

Yuugi frowned a little as he walked over to sit with Yami. “Yami, what's wrong? You can tell me anything.”

 

Yami looked at the innocent purplish eyes of his love. He sighed and said, “Yuugi, about two years ago, I started out a model for a fashion magazine. It was called…SX Mag.”

 

Yuugi almost burst out laughing. “You were a Sex No E Boy?”

 

Yami frowned at him. He felt hurt by this comment and Yuugi slumped in his seat. “Sorry Yami. Everybody refers to the models…” Yuugi stopped and picked at his food. “Were you one of those models that—?”

 

“I was the one that lived...” Yami said softly.

 

——— Two years ago (flashback) ———

 

Yami pulled at the shenti he wore. “This sucks to hell! I'm wearing a fucking skirt.” he snapped.

 

“Ha! You look like a girl now more than ever.” said another model. Yami took a swing at his face, but the guy dodged it.

 

“At least I don't have big ass buck teeth like a beaver or sound like a chipmunk.” Yami growled.

 

The model shrugged. “Hell as long as chicks like my ass and body…”

 

Yami rolled his eyes. SX is the worst place to work, he thought. Especially if you want to be a model…but modeling isn't for me. I feel more at home behind the camera rather than in front of it.

 

“All right, Yami.” said the editor of SX Mag. “Now go and sit against the Anubis statue. Just sort of lean against it and kick your feet out in front of you.”

 

“Mr. Beautad, remember that tomorrow is my last day.” Yami reminded the man. He'd been saying it for a month now. I can't take it here, he thought. This man is always sharing at me in a way that makes me feel so uncomfortable.

 

“Ah yes. It's a shame, Yami. You always were my best model. Without you, SX will go down the toilet. Sure I can't persuade you to change your mind?”

 

“I'm sure, sir. I want to pursue my dream of becoming a great photographer.” Yami replied. “Besides SPARN has climbed its way to the top and left SX in the dust.”

 

Mr. Beautad snorted in disgust. “I pray you never work for them. They think they're so high and mighty. And all their models are ugly as sin.”

 

“I disagree, sir. I've found Yuugi Mutou to be particularly…attractive.”

 

“Humph!” Mr. Beautad grunted. “Just go take your last pose.” Yami nodded and went to take his position at the feet of the statue. All the while he posed and was photographed, Yami's thoughts wandered to what life was going to be like after he get to photography school. I'll learn all I can and be the best, he thought as he put his hand up to shade his eyes. Then I'll apply at SPARN and work for the best magazine ever.

 

That night Yami received a phone call from Mr. Beautad. The SX editor needed his assistance with something urgent for the magazine. Being the helpful young man that Yami was, he agreed to help and went down to the SX Studio. A few of SX's top models were there too. All of them were fit, well-muscled, and tanned to perfection.

 

“What's going on?” Yami asked one of them.

 

“The boss just called us all down here. He said he needed our help with the magazine.” the guy said.

 

“That's why I'm here too.” Yami frowned a little. Something was wrong and this didn't feel right. He turned to the same guy. “I don't think it's safe here.”

 

The guy shifted his weight from foot to foot. “I agree. Spread the word and let's get out of here.” Yami nodded, but before they could do so the security bars locked down over the doors and windows and all the lights went out. A few models screamed like little babies and some cussed in protest.

 

Then the lights came back on and Mr. Beautad was standing there with a camera around his neck. “Sorry about that, gentleman. We've having minor security problems. I assure you that someone is fixing it as we speak. Now, we may as well continue with our little project.”

 

“Fuck no! I ain't doin' anything while I'm trapped here.” said one man.

 

Mr. Beautad frowned at the man. “We may as well since we're trapped here.”

 

“No way, boss. I don't care if you threaten to fire me. Something's wrong here.” the same man replied.

 

“Yeah what's goin' on?” said the guy Yami had been talking to. The rest agreed and demanded answers.

 

Suddenly, there was a loud bang and the first model fell dead with a bullet lodged in his heart. The whole room was silent and Yami's crimson eyes grew wide with fear. Mr. Beautad pointed the pistol he held and snapped, “Everybody strip! Now!”

 

“What?!” exclaimed one guy. BANG! He fell dead. Everyone immediately took their clothes off. Mr. Beautad grinned hungrily at each naked young man.

 

The room was chilly and Yami shivered. Mr. Beautad approached him with the pistol still in hand. He stayed a safe distance away in case anyone tried to jump him. “What's the matter, Mr. Atemu? You're hot enough to warm this whole room.”

 

Yami covered himself and Mr. Beautad aimed for his head. “Don't cover yourself.” Yami put his hands at his side as Mr. Beautad addressed everyone else. “If anybody covers anything, I'll shoot you!”

 

He made each young man come forward and had each one handcuff their own hands. Then he touched and squeezed every young man's member. He tortured them all by making them do belly dances for him and rub the front of his pants. One young man refused to touch Mr. Beautad and he was shot.

 

One-by-one, each model was shot either for disobeying Mr. Beautad or simply because he was straight. Then only Yami was left and Mr. Beautad looked glad. “Yami…it's just you and me now. I finally have you all alone and all to myself.”

 

“Get the fuck away from me.” Yami fought against the handcuffs as they dug into his wrists, making them bleed. By now the room smelt of rotting flesh and gun smoke. Yami leaned over into a camera box and puked from the stench.

 

He straightened when he felt a hand rub his ass and a finger search for his virgin opening. Yami pushed the man off him, making Mr. Beautad fall backwards. Yami kicked the gun out of the man's hand and ran to get his clothes. He searched his pocket and found his cell phone. Mr. Beautad got on all fours and crawled around in the shadows searching for his pistol.

 

Yami called the police and told them as quickly as possible what was going on. Another loud bang and Yami retched, dropping his cell phone. A bullet landed right in his back. Mr. Beautad crushed the phone with his foot and turned Yami over on his back.

 

“I hated to do that, Yami, but I can't have the police ruin all our fun.” Mr. Beautad smirked as Yami lay grunting painfully in a growing pool of blood. He grabbed Yami's member and pumped it roughly. Yami screamed and tried to fight it, but the pain in his back was too horrible.

 

“You like that, bastard? You like that?” Mr. Beautad asked as he played with Yami's balls and rubbed his palm in-between Yami's legs. “I still don't believe you're still a virgin, Yami.”

 

Yami was crying now and wanted so much to have the strength to fight. The pressure in his abdomen was building and he screamed as his seed flooded out and more blood came from his back.

 

“Now to take your virginity before you die.” Mr. Beautad said. He stood and was suddenly startled by sirens outside. The door downstairs was busted in and Mr. Beautad aimed his pistol at Yami before the young man blacked out completely.

 

——— Flashback over now ———

 

“The police arrested that man and rushed me to the hospital. The doctors said I was lucky to survive. If that bullet had only been an inch to the right, I wouldn't be able to walk again. The police interviewed me, but I made sure they never gave my name. I was put under their protection and managed to avoid the press. I went to counseling for a whole month before I was able to regain my sanity.” Yami said.

 

Yuugi sniffled. His eyes were glossy with unshed tears. He had heard about this from the press and everyone in the modeling business referred to the model that lived as the Sex No E Boy. Yuugi, Roy and a couple other SPARN models used to poke fun at the Sex No E Boy, saying that he and the SX editor must've had some kind of relationship if he was spared.

 

Now I know the truth, Yuugi thought. I wish I could take back everything nasty thing I said. Yami caressed Yuugi's cheek gently. “Yuugi koi, don't cry.”

 

“Yami…I'm so sorry. I—”

 

“Don't be. That was two years ago and it's all over now.” He kissed the younger one's forehead. “It's because of you that I was unable to forget my dream of being a photographer.”

 

Yuugi blinked. “Really? W-Why Yami?”

 

Yami took his hand and led him back into the bedroom. Yuugi immediately thought they were going to get it on again, but Yami reached into his underwear drawer and took out a key. He opened his closet wide and Yuugi gasped. The closet door was covered with magazine clippings and photographs of him! He backed away in awe and fear. He hoped Yami wasn't a stalker or something.

 

“Yuugi, I have always wanted to work for SPARN. When I joined with SX Mag, I figured that experience would be enough to get me on the SPARN team. That's when I saw all these beautiful pictures of you. I started collecting them and memorizing all your movements. I was disgusted with how the photographers fucked up your photos. The lighting, the scenery, the props…they did nothing for you! That's when I decided that I would make them see what a real photographer could do for you.”

 

Yuugi backed away from Yami. He was still unnerved, because no one had ever talked about him like this. He never thought it was possibly to be so afraid of somebody. Yami took a step towards him. “Yuugi koi…don't be scared of me, please. I'm sorry. I should have never showed you this.”

 

“W-What are you? Some kind of st-stalker?!” Yuugi shouted in a frightened. Yami took a couple more steps towards him. “Don't come any closer!” Yuugi ran out of the room and into the living room. He collapsed on his knees just inches away from his clothing.

 

Fatima toddled over and rubbed against his side. She mewed softly and Yuugi stroked her fur absently. I can't stay, Yuugi thought. I shouldn't stay…but…Yami…I gave him hope when he needed it the most. My face was what inspired him to continue his dream. Yuugi stood and Fatima gave a protesting growl as he left her.

 

Yuugi entered the bedroom again, finding Yami lying on his bed with his face buried in the pillows. Yuugi cleared his throat and Yami sat up to look at him. There were tears in his eyes as Yami said, “Yuugi…please forgive me. I'm no stalker and I'm not obsessed with you. I just love you. I only wanted to be a photographer and after what happened…I lost sight of my dream.”

 

Yuugi crawled onto the bed and cuddled with Yami. The taller continued, “When I saw how beautiful you were, I started thinking how I could make your pictures better. So I worked through photography school and…I was so reluctant to rejoin the modeling world. But knowing I could help you was encouragement enough. Can you forgive me?”

 

“If I couldn't, would I still be here?” Yuugi asked. He trailed a solitary finger up and down Yami's muscular chest and washboard abs. Yami sighed with content.

 

“Why were you keeping that clipping of yourself?”

 

Yami shrugged and smiled. “Hey, I thought I looked pretty damn sexy.”

 

Yuugi laughed. He placed a hand on Yami's chest, feeling his heartbeat. “Is there a scar?”

 

Yami sat up and turned his back to Yuugi. He removed the open shirt of his pajamas and Yuugi gulped when he saw a reddish brown, star-looking spot just below Yami's shoulder blades. The spot was no bigger than Yuugi's thumbprint, but it was there. The very sight of it made Yuugi well up with tears. He touched it, expecting Yami to react, but the photographer only shivered.

 

Yuugi leaned over and kissed the spot. He trailed kisses up Yami's back and nuzzled the tanned one's neck. Yami sighed and said, “My life is much better now, Yuugi.”

 

“I'll make sure that it always will be, Yami. I promise.” Yuugi whispered and wrapped his arms around his lover's waist and made smooth circles on Yami's belly. The photographer chuckled quietly. He loved it when Yuugi touched him in his ticklish spot.

 

Yuugi smiled. “Would you care to move into my house?”

 

Yami gave a little jump and made a noise that sounded like a cross between a snort and squeak. Yuugi laughed at it and Yami replied, “Yuugi, I would love to move in with you. Fatima too?”

 

Yuugi giggled and kissed Yami's ear. “Of course. I like cats. I want you both to move in with me.”

 

Yami pulled out of Yuugi's grasp, making the young model whimper. “Let's eat breakfast and arrange my big move.” Yami said.

 

Yuugi sighed heavily and said, “Okay, but you better fuck me pretty damn hard tonight after you move in.”

 

The photographer smiled eagerly at him. “I promise, Yuugi. You'll be limping to work the next day after I get done with you.”

 

—Yami and Yuugi are moving in together. That should be fun. Well even though Yuugi discovered all of Yami's secrets, he doesn't seem to care obviously. I've got another few Chapters left…here's a question to ponder: what happens when your boyfriend is charged with sexual harassment?