"Have you ever thought about a career in modelling?"

Kyousuke thought the man was joking at first.

"You have the right look. Perfect height, good body shape, handsome."

"Handsome?"

"Well, not traditional handsomeness – no; but you look mysterious. Like you have something to hide, something interesting. People like that sort of thing."

The man worked for a modelling agency and the two happened to cross paths by accident. Kyousuke had been running an errand for his mother and while crossing the local park, he had stumbled across the photo shoot. Like any straight guy, he couldn't help but stop and watch for a moment, marvelling at the beauty and grace on display. He didn't recognise any of the models – Kirino was absent, at home reading ero-manga and he couldn't see any of her friends. These models were older, closer to Kyousuke's age and he couldn't remember ever seeing any of them attending his school.

It had been then – when he was distracted by the attractive girls – when he was set upon, Manager-san with his dark glasses and well trimmed moustache ambushing him like a ninja warrior of old.

Of course, it was nothing so dramatic. The guy had only said hello and stuck up a conversation.

An outlandish conversation.

"I don't know about this..."

"The pay is good and I need someone for my next shoot. I've had trouble finding the right person – but that trouble is in the past," Manager-san smiled widely, wrapping an arm around Kyousuke like they were best friends. It was a little unsettling. "You are that right person. I just know it. You are the perfect match with the girl model I have lined up. You will look amazing."

Kyousuke rubbed his neck awkwardly. "I've never done anything like that before."

It didn't phase the man one bit. "Not to worry. So what do you say?"

Normal is what Kyousuke strived for and being a model was far from ordinary. The limelight was just not something he had sought out, preferring to sit back and let others forge on ahead, for good or ill. He was more than content to let life drift by in an unremarkable fashion. The Kyousuke of a few months ago would never have agreed to such a thing. It was so far outside of his comfort zone that the answer would be an immediate, swift, "No." Kirino was the model in the family, after all – not him. He was plain, uninteresting Kyousuke with his plain life and plain friends.

But he wasn't the Kyousuke of a few months ago. Nothing about his life in recent times could even come close to claiming normalcy. And really, he could do with a little extra cash.

How hard could it be?

"Okay."

The older man looked surprised at his sudden change of heart, but didn't question it for a second. "Excellent! The shoot is next week. Here is my card..."

He just hoped it wouldn't come back to bite him.

As the week passed by, he told his mother about his upcoming foray into the world of fashion. She hadn't believed him at first, smiling at him in an amused sort of way, thinking he was really taking a secret girl out on a date. That changed when he showed her Manager-san's business card and a copy of the contract he signed.

"This isn't like you, Kyousuke," she commented, reading over the contract. They were both seated at the dining table. "But it will do you some good."

"Yeah, yeah," he replied, sipping at a glass of water.

"Don't mess it up."

"Gee, thanks."

He couldn't help but notice that she looked mildly proud, which made him feel good.

He made her promise to keep it a secret from the rest of the house. He just knew his father would lecture him about career choices while Kirino would laugh in his face about the whole thing. He could rather do without all that.

"I won't tell," she said, nodding seriously. Then she smiled cheekily. "I want to see the look on your fathers face when he sees you in one of those magazines."

His mother could be such a clown sometimes. He often wondered how a woman like his mother had charmed a man like his father. They were polar opposites in every way, and yet they had been together since high-school, had two children and almost never argued. Whatever their secret was, it worked.

"Kirino could give you some hints, though."

Kyousuke scoffed. His mother frowned at him and he waved her off. "Sorry, but I don't think... she would be very interested in helping me with this."

The day of the job came and he was a little nervous. The building was high-class and he felt out of place as he waited in the lobby. The floor was marble, polished until it was gleaming, while the receptionist's desk was made of glass and looked very modern. The walls were an off-white colour and left bare. A few pot plants were placed in strategic corners like they were trying to make the place look a little more inviting, but it didn't work very well. It reminded Kyousuke of a hospital in its profession feel and emotionless décor.

"Ah, Kousaka-san," the familiar voice of Manager-san greeted, drawing his attention. The man smiled warmly at him. "Come, come. Let's get started."

He was led to an elevator and taken up to the fourteenth floor, and was then shown into a large room after a long walk down a rather unremarkable hallway.

Various props had been set up and Kyousuke idly thought that it looked a little like a movie set. Fake snow was spread across the floor, while a blue screen was setup in the background so they could impose any image they wanted with a computer. Lighting, shades, screens; they were all being adjusted by a team of workers, while a pair of photographers were standing off to the side, fiddling with their cameras, adjusting lenses and erecting tripods. Against the far wall was a seemingly endless rack of clothing, male and female, all sorted together to match. They were of the winter variety; jeans, jackets, shirts, turtlenecks, stockings, scarves – they had it all. Underneath were matching shoes, boots and assortment of socks for each outfit.

"Impressive, right?" Manager-san said, leading him over to a screen in the corner. "You'll get changed behind here. And here is the girl you'll be working with today."

Kyousuke stared in disbelief.

"Onii-san?"

Aragaki Ayase looked just as shocked as he was feeling.

He lifted a hand robotically. "Yo."

What else could he say?

"Oh, you know each other? Excellent."

Kyousuke felt like saying, "No, not excellent."

He just nodded instead. This could become a disaster, fast.

Ayase looked to be getting over her shock, yet he was surprised that she didn't immediately inform Manager-san that he was a dangerous pervert and should be removed from the premises before he molested her or something. That was all he needed. His father would never let him hear the end of it if he had something so vulgar on his record.

"Well, I'll leave you two alone. The shoot starts in twenty minutes. I'll tell you when to start getting dressed and what to wear."

Kyousuke felt incredibly awkward as the man left. "How are you?"

The younger girl suddenly glared at him, causing him to flinch. She went from cute younger girl to she-devil in an instant. "What are you doing here?"

He shrugged helplessly. "Work – you?"

He felt like banging his head against the wall. What a stupid question.

Ayase always had this affect on him. No matter how many times he met the girl or how many times she put him down, her sleek hair, bright eyes and graceful beauty always got to him, blinded him to all else. Even dressed as she was in a plain bathrobe, it sent his senses into overdrive and he couldn't help but notice how cute she looked. His eyes travelled down her body and he glimpsed her bare legs and feet before forcing himself to look away. She was easily the most attractive girl he knew, next to Kirino – but she didn't count, for obvious reasons.

"So," he said when she didn't answer. "If I had known I was working with you, I'd have declined."

He'd meant for that to please her, but apparently it was the wrong thing to say. She suddenly looked angry, frowning at him harshly.

"I mean," he babbled, afraid that he had offended her. "I didn't mean it like that! I know you hate my guts and I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Look, I'll just go find Manager-san and tell him this was all a big mistake, and-"

"Onii-san," she interrupted, no longer angry. She looked a little sheepish. "It's fine, really. We will just have to deal with it."

He nodded, unsure. "O-Okay."

They didn't talk again and the time passed quickly. Kyousuke was shown to his changing area and told which clothes he would be modelling first. While he didn't count himself as knowledgeable when it came to clothes, even he could admit he was impressed by the designs. The first set of clothes were a perfectly pressed pair of slacks, well polished black dress shoes and a red button up long-sleeve shirt with black tie. There was also a black suit jacket. It was typical business wear, but of high quality.

After he finished getting dressed, he was seated in a chair while a young women went about styling his hair. A small application of hair product and a comb was all that was needed. He glanced at himself in the provided mirror and couldn't help but admire himself. He looked quite sharp.

He did some solo shots first, and then watched as Ayase came out wearing a matching set, with a tasteful office skirt instead of the pants and high-heels instead of shoes. She looked older and dare he say it, sexy. Her usual confidence was on display, though her cheeks flushed red at his continued stare. She shot him a warning look and he turned away before he did something stupid like ask her to marry him.

After a few group photos in various poses, they left and dressed in the next set of clothes. This was repeated several times with small breaks in between until finally, they reached the last set. A few hours had passed and in that time, they hadn't said a word to each other. They worked in total silence, only touching when instructed and forcing smiles for the camera. A few times, he thought she was staring at him, her eyes lingering in inappropriate places, but brushed it off as his over active imagination. The photographers commented that Kyousuke was a natural, which he found rather funny, and that they had amazing chemistry, which was even more hilarious.

Maybe they just didn't see what he saw?

Pulling on the jeans and blue turtleneck, he slipped on a pair of expensive looking sneakers and joined Ayase in front of the cameras. She was dressed in a pair of jeans as well, though they much more snug, hugging her legs like a second skin. A pair of fur-lined boots and a matching leather jacket looked very fetching on her slender frame, a deep blue shirt underneath matching her eyes.

"You look nice," he said without thinking. She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Not that you haven't all day, but those ones really suit you."

She flushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. It was a rather unexpected reaction to his words. "Thanks. You too."

Like before, they did some solo shoots, before doing the doubles. Only this time, they were instructed to embrace each other much more intimately than they had been in previous shoots. They balked slightly at first, before nodding and complying.

Ayase looked oddly nervous as she placed her hands on his waist, before sliding them around and up his back. He tried not to hyperventilate as he cradled her against his body, arms wrapping around her slender body. Her head was tucked neatly under his chin and her nails clawed at his back pleasantly. She was breathing heavily against him and he closed his eyes as the cameras went off, a look of content on his face. Without prompt, they changed positions – her back now against his front as he hugged her from behind. Her head was tilted to the side and he dipped his forward, like he was about to plant a kiss on her exposed neck.

Flashes filled the room.

She shivered in his arms as his breath tickled her skin, a small groan escaping her and it drove Kyousuke wild. He felt heavy, a pleasant heat building in the pit of his stomach as they changed positions again. This time he was leaning back against a blue box they wheeled in earlier for seated photos, Ayase practically straddling him. Her hands tentatively ran over his face and he tilted his head back, bracing himself with one arm while the other lingered on her hip. She gazed down at him with hooded eyes, panting. He gazed back at her.

He didn't even stop to think about what was happening. How dangerous it was. He forgot about the other people in the room. He forgot about his sister. He just didn't care.

Suddenly, her mouth was on his, soft and wet and open. He responded with a groan, sitting up so he could wrap his arms around her body. She wrapped her slim legs around him so she was sitting flush against his lap, whimpering softly into the kiss. Kyousuke felt hot and reckless, tasting her for the first time. How long had he wanted to do this? His perfect little angel.

He moved from her lips to her neck, putting into action what he had teased before. She shook in his arms, mewling cutely as he nipped and sucked at the soft, smooth skin. Her fingers tangled themselves in his hair, nails scrapping against his scalp pleasurably.

"Kyousuke-kun," she moaned, claming his lips once more. She squirmed against him and he nearly bit her lip, feeling himself grow hard.

She's never used his name before.

"Ah hem,"

They pulled way from each other in shock, staring at each other in increasing horror. Their eyes were glassy as they turned towards Manager-san. He was frowning.

"That was a bit much," he said, looking alarmed. Everyone else was staring with open mouths. "But we got some great shots. Thank you for your participation."

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Cow: Feels a bit rushed but I felt like posting something with Ayase in it. I was inspired to write after hearing that Oreimo is getting a second anime season. I can't wait.