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The photographers and crew and make up artists scattered around the studio, carefully avoiding the commotion in the corner…
"Okay Krad-sama, ready to up the ante?" A short brunet with silver eyes questioned, not really caring about the answer.
"No." The model replied petulantly, his arms crossed as he scowled at his manager.
"Come on, you have to lose your photo-virginity sooner or later, why not to an extremely sexy superstar?" Argentine attempted to persuade his irritated charge, which only served to agitate the blond more.
"No I don't! Didn't I tell you I didn't want to do this? I hate him, and I hate you!" The twenty one year old snapped, hands dropping down into his pockets as his glare intensified.
"Minor Details, this is better for your career, can't you see? You'll actually be famous, not many get to pose with Kaitou Dark you know, and I'm sure he'll even find your modesty charming." The brunet vaguely referred to the man's sexually averse mindset, a result of being raised in an overly enthusiastic Christian family.
"I am not going to pose, let alone fake fuck that arrogant hotshot!" The model seethed, gorgeous eyes narrowing with defiance.
"Hotshot hmm?" Both manager and model jumped, starting as a velvety voice interrupted their quarrel. Krad spun around to face the intruder, his dainty yet powerful hands clenched into fists.
"Yes, hotshot, you haven't been here for more than two years, and you think you're all that, you'll see, you will…." The blond steamed, he'd been here way longer than this Jackass had! What right did he have to think him better, if anything he was inferior! He hadn't survived as long as Krad had, and he'd only survived this long because he slept around!
"Having a bad day, legs? I'll make it better." The attention thief purred, resting a violating hand on the blonde's smooth, firm, jean clad thigh, only to be swatted off and growled at. But he wasn't put off, if anything, the bipolar blonde's tantrum was amusing, especially since it was his child hood enemy that he was tormenting.
Yep, he and Kraddie went way back, they grew up in the same neighborhood; in fact they were neighbors for most of their life. He had moved in when he was six, and had immediately befriended the reserved seven years old. They had a great friendship until they were preteens, when the hormones went haywire and their personality began to clash. It probably didn't help that he kissed Krad in front of his homophobic family, or that he encouraged the rivalry during their junior and high school years.
But hey, the blond was so sexy when he was angry! And who was he to say no to doing a photo shoot with his rival, who he hadn't seen since he was seventeen and the blond had graduated. It did help that the blond was gorgeous with his slender waist, unending legs, tight ass and thighs, pianist hands, full sensual lips, slanted feline eyes, long lashes, aristocratic facial structure and small shoulders…and well everything!
And if he could get the flaxen haired model to submit to this naughty photo shoot, then he had a chance of getting his hands on the blonde's watchfully guarded chastity.
While he daydreamed about his own personal wet dream, the main star of it slowly began to reign himself in, considering exactly how he could get out of the mess his manager had gotten him into this mess. Finally, an idea emerged.
"You can't touch me." He informed the thief, a conniving smirk alighting his formerly morbid features.
"Why?" Dark arched an eyebrow curiously.
"It's tradition in my family to be first engaged before any sexual activity, fake or no, can occur." The blonde's grin widened in triumph.
"…Okay." The thief shrugged, slipping a decorative ring of his pinky and onto the startled model's left hand.
"What?!" Krad yelped, yanking his hand back in horror, he hadn't planned on the thief agreeing.
"Keep that ring until we can pick out something more you, unless of course you're satisfied with this one." Dark smirked victoriously as his love interest paled, looking as though he might faint. Noting the forewarning, the thief came to stand behind his gaping fiancée.
"Great, this should boost our fame, the paparazzi will be dying for an interview, do you know what date the wedding will be?" Argentine piped up, pulling out an organizer. As the manager he had to know these things.
"It's too soon for us to settle a date, but you know how Kraddie is, he was just pushing to marry him in his own subtle way." The groom chuckled sadistically as his fiancée made a strangled noise of protest.
"And where will the honeymoon be?" Dark cocked his head in thought, before answering. "Las Vegas." "Do you plan to finish this shoot, or go ahead and prepare?" "Finish the shoot of course, he needs all the practice he can get, while still maintaining his chastity," The thief easily caught his blond as he blacked out from horror and shock, "or perhaps not, our engagement must have overwhelmed him, poor thing." He smirked, holding the limp man up by the waist.
"Yes he looked absolutely delighted." The brunet agreed sarcastically then continued making plans, "Am I to contact his family and yours?"
"Sure be sure to invite Satoshi Hitwari," He inwardly cackled as he invited Krad's old crush, he'd show the blunet what he was missing, "And Daisuke."
"Ah, he's currently got a reservation at the Ritz if you'd like to use it." Argentine informed, tucking the notebook away with an easy smile.
"Of course I'd want my little kitten to be comfortable after all." It also helped that he had a smaller enclosure to keep an eye on him with, and less sharp things to throw when he awoke.
As he made his way past the producers and crew to his limo, he hummed to himself, a wicked grin curving his lips, oh yes the tables had turned for Krad, but it was yet to be seen whether it was good or bad.