A/N: Hello guys! So, here's chapter 4!

Matt's POV

We both walked out of the dressing room. I could see that Mello was still pretty pissed at me for calling him a fruitcake. I decided it was probably best for me to keep my distance considering I could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears.

"Alright people, our models are ready, let's get going!" Suzan tapped annoyingly on her clipboard. That fucking clipboard…

Mello walked confidently over to the set, which was just a backdrop and some giant leather pillows. My question, who thought leather pillows were a good idea? They stick to you when you are hot and they are freezing any other time. Let's just make leather sheets, too, it that possible? He sat down, propping himself on one of the huge pillows. I sat down next to him, knowing that this was just the beginning of the awkwardness.

"Ok," the photographer said, "Mello, I want you to wrap an arm around Matt. Matt, you need to look kind of nervous, like this guy you just met is putting the moves on you," ah, if only the photographer knew. If only he knew.

"That should be easy," I muttered, scooting a little closer to Mello. Not my choice, obviously. Mello just snorted and did as he was told. Mello positioned himself around me, noticing how awkward I was. Maybe this job wasn't a good idea. No, no, it was a great idea. At least, I needed to convince myself that. I kept reciting the salary in my head, thinking about all the games and cars and other fabulous things I could buy.

I heard people talking to Mello, telling him to do things, but I was totally zoned out I heard none of it. Suddenly he was hovering above me, his rosary (oh the irony) that was around his neck fell to my chest. I felt his steady heart beat against my erratic one. I was sitting up slightly, Mello shifting so that he was sitting in my lap. This couldn't have been more awkward.

"Ok Mello, I want you to kiss Matt's neck," Suzan said.

So I was wrong. It could get more awkward. Damn you Suzan! Mello sighed grumpily, as if my neck wasn't worth the pressure of his lips. Oh, you wanna play that game, little man? I can play that game, too! Why was I so ballsy when he couldn't hear me? It wasn't like he could magically hear my sassy thoughts. He only heard my voice squeak out when I decided that I should say something. And I always sounded ridiculous! I needed to be cocky around him, too, not just in my head. That of course meant that I had to be confident enough around him to do so. I swore to myself that the next time I thought something, I would say it right to that bastard's face! Yeah, that would piss his Majesty off.

Just when I was thinking evilly, I felt Mello's surprisingly soft mouth on my neck. He was turned so that the camera could capture his opening mouth. I felt a wriggling heat in my abdomen. It was unsettling. I knew that it was just because he felt like a girl. It had to be. I wasn't gay…I sounded unconvinced in my head though. No, no, this was just a fleeting thought. Totally straight, totally—

I felt his tongue. That's right, the wet tip of his tongue slid up my neck. I had to stifle a recoil backwards so that the picture could be taken and most importantly, so that I could get paid.

"Matt, put your arms around Mello." The camera man said simply, as if this task was totally normal. I almost groaned.

Mello came up to my ear, lips brushing as he spoke, "Do it if you want us to get paid," he bit my earlobe, I supposed a little threat, but it made heat shoot up my neck. I couldn't care less if he got paid, but because I was sick of wearing the same clothes I did since high school, I did as directed.

I placed my hands on Mello's hips, his leather pants creaking at my touch. I wanted to feel disgust for being in this position with another man, but I didn't. It was odd to say the least. Mello's hand came up to cup my jaw as he continued to pepper open-mouthed kisses on my throat. I felt my face scrunch up, but I quickly went back to being expressionless. I needed this money! Mello pulled back, perhaps sensing my discomfort. I was very tense and I was sure he could feel it.

"You need to just let go. Imagine…" he looked around, searching for something to say. He seemed to have found something, but was not pleased with what his mind came up with. "Imagine I'm a girl or something. That's the way you roll, right?" he spoke quietly so that no one could hear him but me. He definitely wasn't happy that I would have had to imagine him as a girl to get turned on, and I could see it in his eyes.

"F-fine, but remember, you told me to," Again, my voice decided to sound prepubescent in a time when I needed to sound as manly as possible. Mello just rolled his eyes and he went back to kissing my neck. I closed my eyes, imagining him as a female version of himself. It was odd because he was already girlish, no matter if he wanted to admit it or not. My hands absentmindedly crawled up his waist, just under his vest. His skin was surprisingly smooth and soft for a man's. No, wait, he was a girl right now in my mind's eye. Mello was a girl, Mello was a girl…I kept repeating the phrase in my head until I was truly convinced that I was with a girl just then. I had always wished that I could act out my fantasies, and now was a great moment to do so.

He sucked the skin at my throat, his tongue peeking out to swipe at my Adam's apple. I remembered a time when a girlfriend of mine did that once. I remembered the feeling that I had then, the electricity on my skin. I realized I was feeling that when Mello did this to me, too. My fingers stroked Mello's sides, remembering in the back of my head that he didn't have breasts that I could grope. Damn. I leaned my head to the side, giving him further access. I felt him bite a little and I knew it would leave marks. Marks I didn't want to have to explain.

"Don't do that," I whispered.

"But I'm a girl, remember? There's nothing wrong with a girl giving her boyfriend some hickies, is there?" Mello's voice was thick with sarcasm as he went back to giving me bites and sucks. I couldn't help this burning in my abdomen. He's a she, he's a she… I chanted as he continued. I heard the people in the studio whistling and clapping, the camera man saying, "yes, yes, yes!" as he took a billion pictures.

Ugh, my body was so confused. In the back of my head, I knew Mello was a guy, but I needed to keep my mind in girl mode. His hands trailed down my chest, really giving the studio a show. I bit my lip to keep from denying this. I wondered how much I would get paid for this. I suddenly felt my pants get way too tight as Mello breathed in my ear. Woah there, buddy, get back under your rock! This was nothing to be turned on about. It wasn't like someone was straddling you and impaling you in the stomach with his own hard-on. I snapped as my brain, previously foggy with the thoughts of Mello as a girl, realized Mello was a guy. A guy who was having a hickey party on my neck and stabbing me through his own leather pants.

Just as I was about to say something (and I'm sure that it was unbearably witty) Suzan declared that they got all the shots they needed. Mello wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. I suddenly grew pissed. Seriously? I let you have a party on my neck and you are gonna wipe off my goodness?! Of course, I didn't have the balls to tell him that. He could have killed me if he wanted to, I was sure.

He walked back to the dressing room, each stride shameless even though he had a raging boner. Just as I was about to waltz in there and give him a piece of my mind, Suzan caught me by the elbow. "Great job, Matt. You were really convincing!" she flipped her hair, taking off her glasses, "There will be an after party to celebrate your first shoot. You coming?"

I stared at her for a moment, still absorbing what she said. After party, eh? Why not? I always enjoyed a good drink.

A/N: hey guys, so this is a short chapter. I'm sorry about that. I guess I just wanted to test the waters with this one, and hopefully you enjoyed it. Thank you all, again, and I hope you have a great rest of your week! :D