Author's Note: So here we are, next installment. I have finished the rough draft of the story working on reviewing and re-doing rather time consuming especially since there is another 39 pages to go yet. Not sure if I like the original ending I may change it. Will see, for now I have also started a new story, going to try my hand at a 'fairytale', Beauty and the Beast specifically. With of course my own little twist on things. Look forward to that in the near future hopefully. Need to finish some of my other stories though. Well enough blabbing, have at it.
Model Behaviour
Night 4 – Working
Duo woke to a wet tongue lapping at his face, snorting himself up he blinked confused looking into a pair of bulging brown eyes. "Mugs," he mumbled patting the small thing his large hand the size of the dogs body. Sleepily he glanced around the empty bedroom, the clock reading 9. "Geez he sure gets up early." He mumbled glancing around, to see if Heero was in the vicinity. Yawning and grumbling he stood calling out for the other man receiving only silence in return. Sticking his head out into the main part he found breakfast laid out, "Sweet," he mumbled Mug jumping around his feet. His stomach grumbled loudly looking at the sausage, bacon, eggs, hash brown and toast. "Oh wow," he reached for a fork pausing when David's face floated back into his mind. "He likes slender men," he mumbled opting for the bowl of fruit looking longing at the delicious looking meal. Sighing he set a couple of the sausages on a saucer putting it in front of the dog, the tiny animal swaying with the power of his tail wagging in excitement. "Eat better then me man."
Munching his light breakfast he spotted a small piece of paper beside the folded newspaper. Swallowing he pulled what appeared to be a note towards him, it was addressed to him;
Duo,
Got called to work this morning. I'll meet you for lunch at Deranto.
Heero
"Well there you have it; work," he glanced at the dog, "Should get you some sort of dog bed so your not taking up my bed." He grumbled, heading for the shower Mugs blissfully eating his second meal of the morning.
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"Heero, your beautiful honey." The photographer called, the tall man leaned against the decaying barn frame. It was a set shoot, for a high end fashion designer. Some sort of decaying weird theme for his line of clothing, a melding of the new and futuristic with the old and decaying. He had given up long ago trying to figure out the inner workings of fashion designers all he had to do was walk the runway. Currently he was wearing the tightest skinny jeans he could fit into, fly undone the crimson coloured bikini briefs peaking out. The tank top was green, torn, dirty and grease stained. The make up artiest as smeared dirt on his face over the tones of make up he was already wearing. He crossed his arms glancing away from the camera, separating mind from body a trick he'd learned long ago to get through these tedious sessions.
"That's a wrap, well done Heero!" The photographer called tossing his camera to the assistant. The others scurried to break down the shoot. Heero moved off set heading for the curtained area to change, "Ray, I'm supposed to be on vacation." Heero said in his soft calm voice, his manger scuttling over. "I know Heero and I'm so sorry, but he demanded you for his lead model in the new line. Said you where the only one to properly show case it." Sighing Heero went behind the curtain to change alone, many models had people to dress and undress them constantly Heero was unusual in this way. He wouldn't let others touch him. It took a lot for him to allow the makeup people near him at all. After a time he'd formed a bond of sorts with one particular makeup artist named Clive, a big man who was ridiculously flamboyant. His easy manner and constant chatter didn't bother Heero at all, he was also quick and didn't get to close.
To this end Ray, his unfortunately scatterbrained manager, usually booked him to do Heero's shots. "Anyway the show is in couple of weeks he wants you to walk it. Lucky for you its here in the city." Heero pulled on his own skinny jeans, sighing about the bright yellow t-shirt sporting a yellow dasiy, not his first choice. "There's also a band wanting you to do a music video," Heero groaned aloud this time shrugging into the short sleeved cream button up. "It's a music video, no talking or lines, you just walk around looking like your usual charming self." Heero stepped out of the curtain, "What band?" Ray checked his notes, "Screaming Blood or something like that, sort of gritty emo band." Blue eyes disappeared behind dark aviators, "Whatever," he mumbled waving as he headed off. "I'll call you!" Ray shouted answering his Bluetooth as it rang, "Sure you will." Heero gunned the engine of the truck, he had a lunch date.
Duo sat perusing the want ads in the paper, "Nothing I'm good at Mugs," he spoke to the sleeping dog. It was hot today, despite the shade provided by the big umbrella at the table. He'd opted to sit out on the patio overlooking the ocean, somehow calmer out here near the rolling blue water. A welcome change from the morning, being teased and tormented by the other hosts as they compared notes on the conquests from the night prior. It hadn't helped that he'd shown up with a tiny three-legged dog on a pink rhinestone harness. "They're defiantly going to fire me after Heero leaves," he mumbled leafing though the pages, "What I can do I didn't go to college." Sighing he tossed the paper aside staring out the rolling ocean.
That was how Heero found him several minutes later, Duo looked cool and casual in the white tank and loose fitting kaki shorts, big feet in flip flops his hair was braided running down his well muscled back, eyes hidden behind the dark frames of his glasses. Without a word Heero settled before him, "Hey Heero how was work," Duo asked smiling widely, the other man returned it with a small quirk of his lips. "Fine, worked up a hunger."
The afternoon passed pleasantly, as they finished up lunch, deciding to stretch their legs taking Mug's to one of the many dog parks. Heero was happy to see the small animal looking so lively, running with the other dogs. He had a happy go lucky nature despite his circumstances, not aggressive at all. He was playing well with the others that was until one dog seemed to take exception to Mugs the bigger animal deciding to fight. Heero was between them in a heart beat, "Heero no!" Duo cried to late the large German Shepard growled lunging the canines sinking into Heero's arm. Grunting in pain the tall man remained calm hooking the dogs mouth, his arm was released and people where rushing over yelling and crying. Duo was in the middle of it all looking both terrified and worried.
"Oh my god Heero," he looked at the bleeding arm. "It's ok," Heero mumbled pulling off his over shirt wrapping it around the injury. The owner of the dog was wailing, gripping his hand apologizing over and over. "I am so sorry, he's never done that before." Duo pissed, shrugged her off Heero, "Yeah well he did, now get the hell out of the way." Steadying Heero with one arm he grabbed Mugs with the other hand guiding them to the car.
It was a hurried rush to the emergency room where he was treated his arm stitched up, needed seven sutures in total. Arm wrapped he was given pain meds and sent home under the watchful eye of Duo, the big man still upset. Mumbling and grumbling all the way back to the club. "It wasn't his fault," Heero said tired and worn out, "The hell it wasn't should have the damn thing put down." Heero chuckled, "No, he was just doing what animals do. It's the owner who needs training." Violet eyes looked at him askew, "Your ridiculously calm about this." Heero shrugged haplessly, pleasantly fuzzy from the pain pills.
Reaching the high-rise building Duo continued to fus over Heero, getting him out of the car and headed inside. Where a rather irate looking Quatre was waiting on them, "What did you do this time?" He asked glancing at the bloodstains on Heero's pants, and the white gauze encircling his arm. "Was an accident," Heero said moving past his brother. Light blue eyes gazed at the bigger man from behind wire frames; Duo folded like a house of cards. "We where at the dog park and a big dog went after Mugs, Heero saved him." He blurted out blushing red. Quatre sighed looking at Heero shaking his head. "Always the hero." He muttered, coming close Quatre rested his forehead against his brothers. Blonde hair melding into dark brown locks, "You ok?" he asked softly, serious frown on his normally placid face. Heero's lips pulled in a tiny smile, "Yeah, going to go to my room send some dinner?" Pulling away the fair one nodded, fingers already pulling out a new cigarette, "Trowa," he called over his second in command, lighting the stick. "Sir?" he came forward already knowing what his boss was going to ask. "Make it so."
Ensconced on the couch he allowed Duo to worry over him, the big man having set up a cozy spot finding something other then porn on the movie channels. Food came and the pair spent a quiet evening watching bad horror movies. Despite the late hour Quatre had come through with steak and all the fixings. Heero dug in with gusto, horn rimmed glasses perched on his nose. Duo couldn't figure out how he made the old school glasses look so trendy and cool. Duo glanced at the steak, it looked delicious, all he'd had today was a salad and that fruit from breakfast. "Eat," Heero encouraged cutting off a bit of fat passing it to the dog.
"Not hungry," he said casually bushing red as his stomach grumbled loudly. A perfect brow rose, meekly he picked at the veggies. Heero didn't push figuring if Duo wanted to tell him he would. Dinner finished Duo tided up, making sure Heero took his pain meds. Amused blue eyes watched as he argued with the dog moving him to a new addition to the room a large red pillow. "It's the smallest one they had," he grumbled the dog dwarfed in the almost two soft cushion.
Finished he sat beside Heero once more settling in to watch the end of the movie. Sitting in companionable silence for a while until; "I wanted to ask what it was you did," Duo finally remembering what he wanted to ask. Quietly waiting for an answer; it never came. He glanced over frowning when he realized the medication had won out and Heero was slumbering peacefully. Sighing Duo gathered the man in his arms, his lanky fame not as heavy as he'd thought. Carefully he stripped the man down to his underwear, pausing when he caught sight of the oh so tight bikini briefs. Duo's eyes widened he had thought Heero was beautiful he'd been wrong, the man was gorgeous. "You should be a model," he mumbled covering him up, a sad smile playing across his face. Ignoring his heart thumping a little harder in his chest.
