Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Model Romance ❯ Beginnings of a Scandal ( Chapter 6 )

—Another chapter is finally here. Keeping up with college work is a real bitch, lemme tell ya. That's why I haven't updated in a while. But I'm glad everyone has remained patient about it. I appreciate it. Okay, so somebody is gonna be charged with sexual harassment. Now you know it's going to be Yami or Yuugi, right? Of course!

 

Chapter 6 - Beginnings of a Scandal

 

Yami dropped his things and Fatima's pet carrier as he stared at the interior of Yuugi's house. The outside had been lovely with whitewashed walls and reddish brown roof. But the inside was heavenly. The air was scented with lavender and the marble floor of the entryway was so well-polished that Yami could see himself in it.

 

Some mirrors and paintings hung on the walls and a staircase slightly to Yami's left. Yuugi led him up those stairs and to three separate hallways. Yuugi took Yami's hand and pointed down each hallway. “Down these three halls are bedrooms, sitting rooms, and bathrooms. My room is the third door down in the left hallway.”

 

Yami was still overwhelmed by the size of the house. “H-How many bedrooms do you have, Yugi koi?”

 

“Um…let's see…there are three hallways multiplied by four bedrooms...twelve bedrooms. As for bathrooms…there's…two down the left and right, but four down the middle…eight bathrooms, I think.” Yuugi replied.

 

“Yuugi…” Yami looked at his love with concern. “Do you not live with anyone?”

 

The young model looked at his stocking feet. “My servants, but they don't live here really. They only come during the day when my house needs cleaning.” Yuugi said.

 

Yami stroked the young man's hair. “You're all alone in this place. It must be so sad for you.”

 

Yuugi stared up at his love and smiled. “This is why I wanted you to come and live with me, noroi!” (Author: if I'm not mistaken, noroi means “stupid” in Japanese. If anybody speaks Japanese, then please correct me if I'm wrong.)

 

The tanned photographer picked Yuugi up by the waist and spun around making the model dizzy. They both fell on the carpet together, laughing and kissing. Once the dizziness wore off, Yuugi sat up and asked Yami where he wanted to sleep.

 

Yami gave him a sly smirk. He slipped an arm around his lover's back and said, “I want to sleep in your room.”

 

Yuugi gave an excited squeak and then asked, “What about Fatima?”

 

“She can have the other eleven bedrooms.” Yami chuckled, pressing his lips against Yuugi's forehead. He couldn't get enough of how soft the young man's skin was. He loved every inch of the model's body. He worshipped the lithe form of perfection beside him. Yami let Fatima out of her carrier and the cat immediately began to wander about the house.

 

Yami and Yuugi brought Yami's things into Yuugi's room. A huge bed adorned with dark blue sheets and fluffy white pillows sat opposite the door. Yuugi's bedroom was twice times the size of Yami's whole house! Well, that's what it felt like to Yami. There was a fireplace against the right-hand wall and a round, little table in front of the fireplace with velvet cushioned chairs at the table.

 

“I usually have my breakfast in here. I don't eat in the dining room often, because it's so big and I sometimes eat my meals alone.” Yuugi said when he saw Yami running a hand over the chair cushions.

 

“Sometimes? Do you have company?”

 

Yuugi shrugged. “Roy and a few of his friends come over, but that's only because I've got the best wine in the whole city.”

 

“Red or white?”

 

“Red of course! Although I have a couple bottles of white, but I prefer red.” Yuugi replied as he helped Yami put away his things. Yuugi suddenly pulled out a tiger-striped thong. Yami pretended to cough as he looked away.

 

Yuugi smiled at his lover and said in a seductive voice, “Yami…so…will I ever get to see you wear this?”

 

Yami looked at him and blushed. He smirked and said in a low voice, “Only if you wear one too.” Yuugi's entire red flushed pink as he threw the thong in the underwear drawer. Yami laughed and nuzzled his lover's neck.

 

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Yami ran his hands around Yuugi's creamy soft tummy as they stood, breathing heavily in Yuugi's dressing room. The model nipped playfully at the photographer's lower lip. Yami smiled and pinched the rosy nipples and licked at Yuugi's heaving chest. He felt small hands thread softly through the spikes of his hair. Both were aroused and wanted so badly to do more than just passionate lip locking.

 

A knock on the door startled them both and a voice said, “Yuugi, you're up now.” It was one of Ana's assistants.

 

Yuugi took a deep breath to calm down and said, “I'll be right there!”

 

Footsteps echoed away from the door and Yami stood back to look his love over. Yuugi was so incredibly sexy in those dark green briefs with little “leaves” hanging off the sides. Yuugi checked to make sure he wasn't hard before exiting his dressing room.

 

Yami waited until it was safe before leaving the room too. He got to the shoot he was doing with Yuugi and stamped his bare foot. Ana looked at him. “What's wrong?”

 

“I forgot my camera in Yuugi's dressing room.” Yami blushed slightly, realizing he'd probably given way to loads of gossip.

 

Ana nodded understandingly. “I'll go get it for you.” She walked back to Yuugi's dressing room and got Yami's camera. As she was leaving, Ana accidentally knocked over Yami's bag. Pictures spilled all over the floor and Ana cursed under her breath as she started to pick up the photos.

 

Her pretty face turned chalk pale when she saw some of the pictures. They were of Yuugi butt naked and doing so very erotic displays. Yami did get fired from his last job due to sexual harassment. He was caught...oh no, Ana thought, He's pulling the same stunt with Yuugi.

 

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“Yuugi Mutou.” said a gruff voice as a pound came to his dressing room door.

 

Yuugi jumped a little and pulled his shirt over his head. He opened the door and saw a policeman standing in front of him. “Can I help you?” the model asked, tugging the hem of his shirt over his leather pants.

 

The policeman put a hand on his shoulder and said in a comforting voice, “It's all right. Go get your things and I'll drive you home.”

 

Yuugi stared at him blankly. But his mind was racing in a slight panic and worry. Where's Yami? Yami's supposed to walk me home, he thought. “Um, I'm waiting for Yami.”

 

The policeman sighed heavily and shook his head. “No. He won't be walking home with you, son.”

 

“W-Why not? Is he okay?” Yuugi asked, feeling his voice shake.

 

“We've arrested him on charges of sexual harassment.” the policeman replied.

 

Yuugi's mind completely shut off. Yami…arrested? But…he never…he didn't do anything wrong! Did he? What sexual harassment?! He absently got his things and followed the policeman out to his cruiser. There was another cruiser with Yami being put into it. Yuugi dropped his bag and ran over to his love. He clung to him desperately, sobbing and digging his nails into Yami's chest. The officers tried to pull Yuugi away, but he had a death grip on Yami.

 

“No! Let me go! He didn't do anything! I won't let you take him! Let me go!” Yuugi sobbed into Yami's shirt.

 

Yami's wrists were handcuffed behind his back. He pulled against them and the officer that was holding him. He wanted to wrap his arms around Yuugi so tight that nothing could tear them apart. The scratching and stabbing of his boyfriend was so lovingly that he buried his face in Yuugi's hair, trying not to cry.

 

It took several officers to finally break them apart. Yami was still struggling against four officers while two more hauled Yuugi into the first cruiser. An officer sprayed Yami in the face with pepper spray and Yami screamed in pain. He squeezed his eyes shut as tears of pain and loss streamed down his cheeks. The pain from the pepper spray the loss he just now suffered was so overbearing that he allowed himself to be pushed into the cruiser drove off the police station.

 

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A man in a business suit and sunglasses walked over to the table where Pedro Napoleon was sitting in a wheelchair at the table of a little outdoor café. The man pulled out an envelope and gave it to Pedro. When he opened the envelope he quickly closed it and looked up at the other man with wide eyes.

 

“It'll be in all the news papers and gossip magazines. SPARN Photographer Caught Molesting Model.” the man in the business suit said.

 

Pedro smiled. “Excellent. Be sure and add in that Yami Atemu used to work for SX.”

 

The man in the suit looked down at Pedro over the rim of his sunglasses. His expression was a bit surprised. “He's the one who survived?”

 

“Yes.” Pedro whispered. He placed a roll of fifties on the table. “2,500 dollars…like we agreed. Thanks for sneaking these out.”

 

“It was the only ones I could get hold of. Ana gave most of them to the police.” the suit man replied.

 

Pedro snorted, wincing at the forming. “Well, good job anyways.” He handed back the envelope and went home to put some ice on his mostly repaired penis.

 

—I had to bring this Pedro dude back into the picture. He got beat up by the new guy at work. You'd think he would want some kind of revenge. Since the true identity of the Sex No E Boy was never released to the public, how the hell did Pedro find out? You'll know come next chapter. -I'm off to Spring Break, yay!-