S: Hey there! We've made it to the third chapter, yay! Niou will be making an appearance and some fun things will happen. Oh, and some minor plot development with Kirihara and Yanagi (non-romantic/separate) but you may miss it if you don't pay attention! This is a long chapter, 8 pages! The other two were about 5 pages long but I really wanted to include a little something sexual since this is an M-rated story and we're really getting into what the X Modeling Agency is about. ((And I wanted to give a fuck you to ffnet and their notice, go check their June 4th notice. Yea.))

Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis


Chapter 3: What Did I Get Myself Into?

Kirihara had been out of it all day. Ever since his meeting with Yukimura and Yanagi he hadn't been able to concentrate on anything but what his new job entailed. An image of the red haired boy he saw pictures of flashed before his eyes and he shook his head furiously. Just thinking about it brought a blush to his face, but this was no time to think about such things. His boss had been on his ass nonstop since he came in this morning and he could practically hear the "you're fired" coming off his tongue. And honestly as much money as the modeling job could give him it wasn't something he wanted to be doing long term.

He already brought shame on his family by graduating with the worst scores in his High School class and not being able to go to college, but posing so some old perverted men could beat off to him would probably get him disowned. Even if it was as private as Yukimura had claimed it to be, he still didn't want to chance getting caught by doing it one too many times. As he tried to focus on mopping the floor with the dirty brown water and equally dirty mop, he thought back to the conversation he'd had with the two men detailing the jobs responsibilities.

[FLASHBACK]

Kirihara plopped down onto his chair staring at the small piece of paper. This was… alot of money they were offering. He wondered if they were giving him the right amount. Maybe Yukimura accidentally added one or two extra zeros…?

"I assure you Kirihara-san, that that is the correct amount," the former spoke as if he was able to read his mind.

Kirihara looked up at Yukimura shocked. How could they even afford to pay this much? Did people really drop money like this for a few dirty pictures?

"Now, if you'd like, I could start with what exactly you'll be doing for our agency." Yukimura said. Kirihara noticed that there was fluidity in the other man's voice, as if his words were the purest silk that caressed all the good feelings a person contained and made you want to follow his every plan.

"What we like to do at X Modeling," he started. "Is make our audiences fantasies come true. Mostly our target audience is toward working businessmen."

Yukimura glanced at him, gauging his reaction. Kirihara gulped and nodded for him to continue.

"They send us request and our models oblige those request. There is no physical interaction between a model and a client unless we have the consent of both parties and a contract is drawn. Do you understand?"

Kirihara nodded slowly. So he wouldn't have to do any… favors. That was a major relief, but his photos would be put on the internet for everyone to see and that was something he didn't want to happen.

"I get that part," he started, "but I don't want… I mean, the pictures…" He glanced down at the binder in his lap and blushed. Scowling at himself he took a deep breath and decided to just blurt it out. "I just don't want to be on display for everyone to see."

He glared at the floor, red staining his cheeks. This was embarrassing, he just wanted to go home and pretend like this meeting never happened.

"But everyone won't see you." Yukimura said pleasantly. He leaned back in his chair and gave Kirihara a pointed look, a gleam shining in his eye. "X modeling is a very private agency. All of our clients are through invitation only. Although we are a growing business, there are only a select few who will be able to view our models. Any pictures of you, or any model, cannot be viewed anywhere else except on our site. No photos, video, or audio will be circulated around the internet. You have nothing to fear."

He said it with so much confidence and pride that he was inclined to believe him. Kirihara sat back in his chair and fiddled with the edges of the binder. Everything seemed discreet, he wouldn't have to touch anyone and there were only a small group of men who'd see him. The two big problems he worried about the most were already taken care of by the agency. He glanced down at the paper crumpled in his hand. It was a lot of money, money that he needed. He closed his eyes and let out a quiet sigh, he could see the disapproving looks from his family now, but did he really want to beg them for rent money?

At that thought Kirihara made up his mind. He'd do it, but only for a little while, only until he was satisfied with an amount of money that would keep him on his feet for a long time. He wouldn't go back to his parents and face his mother's harsh lectures or his father's cold shoulder and the looks of pity from his older sister. He'd take the modeling job and pose for those dirty old men. No one would know, not his parents, not his sister, or anyone else from his past. He'd get some fast money and go about living his life like normally did, without the worries or struggles.

Yukimura who had been watching Kirihara struggle with himself saw the look of finality on the boys face and allowed himself a sweet smile of victory. Kirihara was his.

"Will you accept the position, Kirihara-san?" He asked.

He didn't hesitate. "Yes."

"Excellent."

[END FLASHBACK]

Thinking on it now though, he wasn't so certain it was such a good idea anymore. Yes, he wouldn't have to go to his parents for money but there had to be a better job out there somewhere. Kirihara shook his head again. Just stick to the original plan, he told himself. Make a shit-ton of money and then bail. It won't last long anyway, $20K in one month, how hard can that be?

He decided that there was nothing he could do about it now anyway. Once he got off work from the convenience store he'd be heading straight to the agency to sign some contracts and do some "training", as Yanagi had put it. He didn't know what the training ensued but he wasn't exactly looking forward to it.


Kirihara stood outside the agency and sighed. This was it, his fate as a model waited for him beyond these doors. He took a breath and pushed past the glass doors. He could do this, he was a man!

Stepping into the air conditioned lounge, the first thing he noticed was the silver haired man laying atop the counter to his right. He seemed to be sleeping as his arm was resting over his eyes. Kirihara would have assumed he was a bum trying to escape from the hot weather outside if it weren't for the way the stranger was dressed. He had on a pair of grey converse, khaki shorts, and a dark gray t-shirt.

He debated on whether he should wake him or not. Checking his watch he noticed he had 20 minutes before he really needed to be at his meeting. He walked over to the stranger and put his hand on his shoulder shaking lightly.

"Hey, mister, wake up."

The guy groaned and moved his arm away from his face. A clear blue eye peaked up at him looking bored and dazed. "What? Puri"

Puri? "Er… you probably shouldn't sleep here, they might kick you out." Kirihara replied.

Suddenly the stranger looked alert and sat up so quickly that Kirihara jumped back a bit.

"You're the new guy, right?" He asked, sliding off the counter with a thud. "I'm Niou Masaharu, one of the models."

"Kirihara Akaya." He nodded.

Niou looked him over, gazing at him with a scrutinizing look. Kirihara was reminded of the way Yukimura looked him over last night and fidgeted a bit. "You're short." Niou said with a smirk.

Kirihara scowled and glared at the taller man. "What does that have to do with anything!"

"Everything," he said and grabbed Kirihara's arm swinging him around. His back crashed into the counter and he let out a small oof. Niou's hand gripped his face squeezing his cheeks together and making his lips poke out. He pressed his body against his and gazed down into Kirihara's eyes.

"Looks like we got another bottom, puri." He said, leaning down, his lips brushing against his ear. "Do you want to know what we do to bottoms?"

Butterflies burst into Kirihara's stomach and he tried to scowl through his squished cheeks. What was with this guy and his lack of personal space and his stupid puri? And what the hell did he mean by bottom? Kirihara exclaimed something along the lines of "Go fuck yourself" but it only came out in an unintelligible muffled noise. He then brought his hands up to Niou's chest to try and push him away, but he only chuckled and began nipping at his ear.

For a moment Kirihara stopped and shuddered. What was thing guy doing? Wasn't he a model? Why was he biting his ear? Could models be clients too? Panic set in and he tried to push him away more frantically. The ding of the elevator sounded and Niou stopped, turning his head toward the sound. Out walked Yanagi looking as neat and professional as usual, Kirihara had never been so happy to see him.

Yanagi, quickly taking in the situation frowned. "Niou-kun, what are you doing with Kirihara-san?" He asked.

Niou let go of Kirihara's cheeks and threw his arm around his shoulders, much to his detest.

"Just giving the new guy a warm welcome, puri." He said, giving him a big smile.

Yanagi, seeing his struggle to be set free, frowned a little more. "Let go of him Niou-kun."

"Hmm," he said but complied and let Kirihara go. The latter all but ran over to Yanagi's side and glared at Niou. Niou just stuck his tongue out and gave him a wink.

"Are you ready for the meeting Kirihara-san?" asked Yanagi, heading toward the elevators without waiting on his answer, seemingly dismissing Niou's presence.

"Uh, yea." Kirihara replied distracted. He boarded the elevator watching Niou as the the elevator doors closed.

Niou smirked and gave him a wave. "See you later Bakaya." Kirihara scowled.


The meeting went well. Yukimura offered him a 3 month test trial that only included photography and no personal interaction with clients. Kirihara was relieved and happy at Yukimura's generosity. After explaining that he only wanted a short term stay with the agency, Yukimura had seemed a bit disappointed but drew up a contract catering to his needs. Signing the contract was the easy part, now it was time for the training. This was the part Kirihara was most nervous about, the suggestive posing and whatnot.

Currently, Yanagi was leading him down a hall on the 2nd floor. Doors aligned the hall, all identical and the same width apart. Kirihara wondered where they were headed while he watched Yanagi's back as they walked. He was poised with a straight back and an elegant walk. It was really uncanny how everything about him was so neat. Yanagi came to a door and looked towards Kirihara before pulling out a ring of keys and unlocking it. Gesturing for Kirihara to walk in first, he stepped aside and he walked through the entrance.

Kirihara walked into a make shift bedroom. It reminded him of the beach although he'd never been. The walls were a soft blue and the floors were bamboo wood. The bed had all white linens that matched the drapes for the windows. There was also a wooden cabinet that matched the floors and, on the opposite side of the room, a desk with a chair and lamp. The room gave off a very comforting feeling and he found himself relaxing a bit, although eyeing the bed brought some of his nervousness back.

"I'll go get some example photos. Try not to over think things, this won't be bad at all." Yanagi said watching for Kirihara's reaction.

He only gave a nervous nod and eyed the floor. He still had a few inhibitions but he wouldn't back down now. The numbers Yukimura had wrote on that small slip of paper flashed before his eyes and he took a breath. It's all for the money, he thought. Maybe Yanagi was right, maybe it wouldn't be as bad as he thought, and Yukimura already said he wouldn't be doing anything… sexual with anyone else. It was only a few photos, he'd be fine.

He looked back up at Yanagi and gave a firmer nod.

"Alright, make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back." He closed the door behind him as he left and Kirihara sat on the bed. It was incredibly soft. He ran his fingers over the plush comforter and looked back toward the pillows. He wondered if they used this bed for sex as well. His face heated and he gripped the comforter tightly. Really, what was he getting himself into?

The door creaked open and Yanagi stepped back in. That was quick, he thought. Kirihara noticed he wasn't carrying a folder or binder that would contain the example photos, instead he was holding a camera.

"I've decided that it would be better for you to practice and feel things out rather than look at pictures." He said, holding up the camera. Kirihara's face dropped and he gazed at the camera nervously.

"But I've never-"

Yanagi waved his hand dismissively and stalked toward him. Placing a hand on his chest he pushed him onto his back. His hand slid up towards his shoulder and held him there. Then Kirihara suddenly found Yanagi's lips on his, moving firmly but still soft. Kirihara immediately pushed against him trying to free himself but found he wouldn't budge. Yanagi gave a harsh pinch to his shoulder and he gasped in pain. Taking advantage of his shock, he slipped his tongue into his mouth. Kirihara didn't know what to do, he fought against his tongue, trying to push back on it with his own but not realizing he was deepening the kiss.

Yanagi's hand came to his face and, holding his cheek, he tilted his head up. Their tongues twisted and pushed against one another. Yanagi's seemed to explore his mouth while Kirihara's feebly tried to push against it. His tongue was dominating and a hot jolt ran through Kirihara's body going straight to his groin. He had to admit the kiss wasn't bad but it was unexpected and unwanted. He moaned a complaint in the back of his throat but it came out as more of a moan of pleasure. Finally Yanagi let up from there opened mouth kiss, still hovering over him he gave a slight smile and licked his lips.

"Good face," he said snapping a few pictures.

A heavy blush had taken over Kirihara's face and he was panting heavily. Yanagi couldn't resist capturing the vulnerable look he was sporting. Kirihara scowled and looked away, bringing the back of his hand up and wiping his mouth. Yanagi snapped a few of those too.

"Hmm," Yanagi said leaning in once again. Determined not to be kissed again, Kirihara shuffled away from him toward the head of the bed. This did not deter him however as he easily followed and grabbed onto his waist, pinning him down once again.

"Yanagi-san!" Kirihara exclaimed frustrated and panicked. What had gotten into him? What happened to the conversation they'd had last night? What about his contract? He thought he wouldn't be doing stuff like this! Yanagi ignored him and started unbuckling his pants. Kirihara's hands immediately grabbed his wrists.

"What are you doing!"

Yanagi looked up and his eyes opened a bit, a shocking blue peaked through before they closed again. Weren't his eyes brown? Kirihara thought, but before he could think any further Yanagi's hands went back to unbuckling his jeans. Although he thought he had a firm grip on his wrist, his attempts to stop him were useless, and soon Kirihara had one of Yanagi's hands gripping his hardening crotch. Yanagi gave his dick a good squeeze.

"Nnn!" he moaned out, his head falling back.

Now both of his hands gripped the wrist of the hand holding onto his growing manhood. He heard a few clicks of the camera again before his could feel his pants sliding down his legs. His hands left Yanagi's wrist and clutched desperately at his pants.

"S-stop!" He exclaimed.

Yanagi only responded by squeezing his dick again and pumping it a few times. Kirihara shuddered, his breath hitching in his throat. This was bad, he was fully hard now and his pants were already down past his hips, not to mention Yanagi was steadily taking pictures of him. Taking advantage of Kirihara's distracted state, Yanagi pulled his pants down to his mid thigh and quickly followed suit with his underwear. Kirihara yelped and was about to yell something when two digits entered his mouth making him chock a bit.

"Suck," Yanagi demanded.

Kirihara had half a mind to bite down on his fingers and try to escape but Yanagi's hand went back to work on his crotch, pumping up and down in slow motion. Kirihara let out a low whine and complied despite himself. He'd never done anything like this before and while it felt good physically, he couldn't help thinking it was still bad.

"Good, less teeth and more tongue," He instructed. "Perfect."

Kirihara hesitant at first, soon found himself sucking on the fingers greedily, edged on by the firm strokes his penis was receiving. His tongue slipped around the digits, his mouth sucking and slurping. He grabbed onto the wrist for better control and took as much as he could into his mouth. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel of the soft fingers. He hadn't expected it to be such a turn on, but the more he sucked the more erotic it felt. Every tingle that burst in his mouth went straight to his groin.

Yanagi watched Kirihara's face and body language. He was a natural. His eyes were closed and a dark blush stretched across his cheeks. Having him suck on his fingers was a great image. His shirt was riding up a bit on his chest and his dick was completely exposed. He wished he had an extra pair of hands to take pictures but he supposed this situation could be recreated at some point.

Then again, he probably won't let me touch him for a while. Well, won't let the real Yanagi touch him anyway.

Kirihara's slurping suddenly became unfocused and lacking. He was fidgeting and moaning wildly. Yanagi leaned over him, taking his fingers out of his mouth.

"About to cum already?" He chuckled into his hair.

"Mmm, sh-shut up" He moaned out weakly trying to sound irritated.

Yanagi switched hands and clutched Kirihara's dick with his slicked fingers. Kirihara groaned, this added a whole new sensation. His wet hands slid up and down along his shaft with a practiced firmness and Kirihara shuddered and writhed in pleasure. Yanagi grabbed his camera and took picture after picture. The tension in Kirihara's gut was building and he could feel his release coming soon. He didn't want his "cum face" to be captured on camera, but Yanagi's ministrations were too much. With every stroke his hips lifted further. He was grinding himself into his hand trying to create more and more friction. He clutched at the bed linens, his breath coming out in hard pants.

Shit, I'm gonna cum, I'm really gonna cum!

"Go ahead and cum, Kirihara-san." Yanagi said with a silky voice.

He pumped harder and Kirihara was practically fucking his hand at this point. A few more hard thrust and strokes and he was sent over the edge. With a loud cry he came, his hips stalling in air and cum shooting out of dick onto his chest and Yanagi's hand. He shuddered as Yanagi gave out a few more pumps, releasing the last few spurts of his orgasm.

Kirihara collapsed on the bed panting heavily, his mind a cloudy muddled mess. He'd just let Yanagi give him a hand job. An amazing hand job, but still one he didn't want. He opened his blurry eyes and looked towards his aggressor. He saw the camera and heard the click of the shutter as Yanagi continued capturing him coming down from his sexually induced high. In the back of his mind, he realized that he had managed to take pictures throughout most of the ordeal. Kirihara wondered if he was able to capture his face as he came but didn't have the energy to panic over it.

"You're very good Kirihara-san," Yanagi started, apparently done taking the last few pictures.

He leaned over him and kissed him, slipping his tongue into his mouth once again. Kirihara, not quite yet recovered from his climax, closed his eyes and kissed back, too weak to fight. This kiss wasn't demanding, but it was suggestive and Kirihara couldn't contain the moan that escaped him when he felt Yanagi grind his hips into his crotch, curse being young. Yanagi let up and rested his head against his. Kirihara looked up at him through hooded eyes.

"But we're not done yet." Yanagi continued a mischievous smile making way across his face. Kirihara's stomach sank, what had he gotten himself into?


S: Soooo… I'm just gonna leave that there lol Did you enjoy it? Not quite a lemon but some sexual stuff going on. We all know who this "Yanagi" is, but Kirihara doesn't so I tried to keep it mostly in his perspective and give a few hints as to who it really was. Thanks again for reading, chapter 4 coming next week! :) Leave a review?