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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Junjo Romantica! But if I did… That'd be so freaking awesome. -w-

I also do not own:

Izumiya Kenta

Izumiya Yuudai

Christian Wolfe

I DO own:

Tsukuyomi Family

Isabella Romeo

Tsuchigaki Hideo

Karasu

WARNINGS: MATURE CONTENT WITHIN! PURE BL~!

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Chapter Twenty-Six: Day One of Modeling. I Love Him No Matter What!

I can do this! I just have to be confident! Oh gods, this never would have happened if I hadn't ruined Christian and Yuudai's vehicles… Riku thought miserably and rested his head against the plate that held the buttons for the elevator. Beside him, Christian was talking on his cell phone to someone from his band.

Riku pushed his lips into a sort of pout as he stared at his reflection. He was told not to wear that much clothing… So all he threw on was a pair of gray pajama pants and a matching sweatshirt. It was pretty cold out with the snow falling now, so his nose was a slight pink, but he warmed it up by cupping his hands over his face.

"Be careful," Christian said as they exited the elevator, "I still don't like that guy, but he's the only guy with an open spot." Riku huffed.

"I'll be fine… He's just a little weird…" His voice drifted as he remembered the physical the day prior and his face grew hot as he smacked a hand over it to hide. Christian tried not to smirk, then glanced at the clock.

"I have a gig, but I'll be back to pick you up and take you home… Then we'll talk. Good luck." He dropped a hand on Riku's head, ruffling up his hair. Riku went pink and jumped a little in surprise. Christian walked back into the elevator, disappearing from sight.

Ack… That was nice… I mean, uh… Yea, whatever. His hand feels nice… Riku thought, clasping his hands over his head as his face turned a slight red.

"KAWAII!" Riku yelped as a familiar pair of arms were thrown around him from behind in a crushing hug of pure affection.

"You're so cute when you flirt with your boyfriend, Riku-chan!" Isabella squealed, hugging on him. Riku managed to squirm away, flailing a little and pointing at the elevator.

"He's not my boyfriend!" He cried. Isabella blinked, touching her lip with her finger in a sign of confusion.

"He's not? Well, by the way you always look at him, that's what I assumed. Hideo-sama assumed it too. Ooo, ya better not tell anyone you're single or else they'll be on you like-"

"We don't need any of your odd analogies," Hideo said, walking up to them in a white and navy pinstriped suit, "We need to get this shoot done so we can process the photos." He stopped, his eyes landing on Riku, who jumped a little. Hideo's deep, ocean blue eyes flickered behind his glasses.

"Come on." He stated and pulled Riku along into a make up room. Immediately, a few artists looked up with wide eyes. Hideo frowned now, but in more of a lazy manner.

"This is our newest model, his name is Tsukuyomi Riku. He's going to be in the Boys Poster shot so don't waste a minute getting him ready." He commanded. As soon as he spoke, the workers jumped into action. Riku found himself being shoved in a chair quickly after clothes were roughly shoved at him.

Agh, they move so fast it's making me dizzy… Now I really wanna go home… Riku thought. It didn't take long before he was shoving in front of a full length mirror. He stared, almost unbelieving. He found himself wearing a dark purple, long sleeved shirt with a low collar, a fluffy white trim on the sleeves of the shirt. He wore a pair of very short, pretty tight black shorts. He really wanted to run back and change, but someone was taking measurements around his waist, some guy that Hideo was calling 'Karasu'.

"Sorry about this," Karasu laughed a bit sheepishly, his face a slight pink as he got in Riku's face, "You're probably not used to this. Hideo-sama mentioned you were just a university student." Riku went a little pink turn as Karasu grabbed his jaw gently, uncapping some lip gloss.

"Eh, is fine." He managed as Karasu gestured for him to pucker his lips. Karasu gently applied the sparkling wet liquid, dipping it back in to add more. Riku let his tongue flick over his lips, his eyes widening a little.

"Heyy, that tastes really good. What is that?" He asked curiously. Karasu laughed.

"I thought you might like it. I heard a bit about you before you showed up today, so I took the liberty of buying you some simple strawberry flavored lip gloss from the store down the street. You probably wouldn't like the super fancy stuff that the other models where… Tastes terrible." He explained.

"You've licked the lip gloss?" Riku asked, raising an eyebrow. Karasu blushed, his eye twitching.

"So did you."

"Unknowingly!" Riku cried. Karasu laughed at him and applied some more before patting Riku on the head.

"Good job. A lot of the other guys like to squirm and kick. How old did you say you were?" He asked, smirking as he capped the lip gloss. Riku blinked.

"Uh, nineteen." He replied. Karasu's eyes flicked up, a look of surprise accompanying it.

"Is that so…? Kind of young…" His voice trailed as Hideo approached them, a hand in his pocket while he held a file in the other. He looked Riku up and down, making the student shift uncomfortably.

"Fine. This works. Come on, we have to do the shots now. First solo, then you'll be put with a partner." Hideo informed. Riku frowned and went to ask a question, but Hideo caught him by his shoulders, leading him toward the photo shoot where bright lights were making the blanketed floor glow.

"I'm going to need you to lie down and put your arms over your head." Hideo told him. Riku crinkled his nose.

"Whaaat?"

"I don't have to repeat myself. Just get on the floor." Hideo ordered. Riku shifted for a second, then obeyed, lying down on his back. Hideo bent down, no shame, hovering over Riku, who jumped a little, his face growing red hot. Hideo took his wrists and threw them up over his head, frowning seriously the entire time.

"Over your head. Like this… And tilt your head to the right… No, too far. There… Perfect. Karasu! Isabella-BAKA!" Hideo rose to his feet angrily, flashing Isabella a dirty look as she was throwing lip gloss between Karasu and another camera man.

"Ah," She yelped, giggling sheepishly, "Sorry, Hideo-sama~"

"Ugh," Hideo rolled his eyes and stepped back, scanning Riku, "Don't move, don't blink, don't do anything. Play dead." He nodded to the camera. Riku tried not to flinch as the first camera light shot right into his eyes, making him desperately want to blink, but Hideo was giving him a deadly glare almost daring him to blink.

Agh, I don't know if I can do this. My arms feel weird in this position and my head is aching… I wonder what Christian is doing… Wait, why do I wonder that? Argh… It's what Isabella-san said earlier, that's why I thought that… My boyfriend… Yea right… Christian doesn't like me like that. Even if he did say it to Yuudai-san. He just did it so he would leave me alone… He thought, giving his eyes just a slight flick to the side at the thought. No one was yelling at him anymore, though.

In fact, they were taking more pictures. Riku could feel his stomach growling and it made him terribly uncomfortable. After he was let up into a sitting position with his arms tucked between his legs and spread out on the white blanket, he finally got a word in.

"I'm starving." Riku complained. Hideo glanced up from the photos, frowning.

"That's a good thing…"

"How? I could really got for an Angus burger…"

"You eat at McDonalds?" Hideo demanded. Riku blinked obliviously, giving his head a little tilt.

"Why wouldn't I?" He asked and a camera flashed in his face, making him yelp and glare at the camera man, who went pink.

"Eh, uh… It did that by itself…" He managed. Hideo glared at him, then looked at Riku, shaking his head.

"You can't eat at McDonalds. The food is extremely fatty and bad for your skin. Why you haven't broken out yet is beyond me. And not to mention, you'll get fat that way." He explained, making Riku frown.

"I'm not fat now." Riku said, but the look on Hideo's face made him jump a little.

"Drop a pound or two. Stop eating at McDonalds. There's a health food store downtown where they have excellent food for models like you." Hideo explained, then glanced up at the clock.

"It's getting late… That was the last shot. You can go home, but come back around noon tomorrow for another shoot for the same posters." He said. Riku sighed and got to his feet, heading back to the room where he had changed only to find his clothes gone. He blinked, totally lost as he searched high and low, only to find out that his clothes weren't there.

"This isn't fair," Riku whined, "I put them in here after I changed." Karasu, who had joined him in his search, averted his eyes nervously.

"Uh… Maybe you should just go home in the outfit. I'm sure Hideo-sama wouldn't mind." He said with a weak smile. Riku blinked, glanced down at himself and went pink, glaring.

"Hell no! It's snowing outside in case you haven't noticed!"

"Don't you have a boyfriend picking you up?"

"He's not my boyfriend!"

"Oh, sorry… Haha, I wouldn't yell that out." Karasu said, rubbing the back of his head as he laughed uneasily. Riku grumbled and walked out of the changing room, sighing sadly as he headed to the lobby to find Christian waiting. Christian glanced up and stopped, staring.

Wow… They really gave him a make over. I wouldn't have recognized him if weren't for his eyes… Such a weird eye color… He thought, watching Riku walk up to him.

"Can we please go now? I don't want to be here anymore…" Riku mumbled. Christian frowned.

"In that? You know, it's snowing…"

"I do! But someone took my clothes." Riku added under his breath. Christian frowned, averted his eyes for a second, then held out his arm.

"Come here, then. We'll share my jacket until we get to the car." He said. Riku blinked, throwing a quick glance over his shoulder, then hesitantly inched toward him. Christian rolled his eyes and put an arm around Riku's shoulders, jerking him close inside his jacket.

Christian led the way to the elevator, all the way down and outside. Immediately, Riku didn't care what people thought and buried his face close to Christian, whining.

"Holyyyy c-crap, it's freezing!" He shivered as the icy, winter wind nipped at his bare legs and face. Christian blinked, his arm instinctively moving around him to hold him closer as they walked to the car.

Riku was thankful to plop in the passenger seat, Christian turning on the heat. Riku snuggled down in the seat sleepily, rubbing his eye with the heel of his palm.

"Hn, Christian?" He asked sleepily. Christian kept his eyes on the road, but hummed in question. Riku waited a while, resting his head on the car door.

"… Uh… Never mind… I just wanna go home… Can we stop at McDonalds? I have some money already…" He said, sitting up a little. Christian nodded as he drove into the lot. After ordering, Riku got out his money, handing it to Christian. The rest of the ride was smooth and quiet as Riku looked at his burger with a frown. He looked at his stomach, then averted his eyes, wrapping the burger back up.

"You don't want it?" Christian asked as he watched Riku out the corner of his eye. Riku blinked, then laughed a little.

"Ah, I just realized I'm not as hungry as I thought." He replied. Christian frowned, but said nothing as he pulled into the parking lot at the penthouse. Getting out, Christian took the liberty of once again wrapping Riku under his arm with his jacket. They went back inside just in time to see Daiki stepping out of the room, brushing something red off the side of his coat. He glanced up, his eyes widening a little.

"Riku, what the hell are you-"

"Don't ask," Riku whined, "I just wanna go to bed!" He immediately bolted from Christian's grip and into the penthouse to hide in his room. Christian watched him with an emotionless expression. Daiki frowned and looked at Christian.

"Tsukuyomi Daiki," He said, holding his hand out, "Pleasure." Christian paused, then shook his hand.

"Christian Wolfe."

"You're a foreigner."

"Thanks for the update."

"Hm," Daiki smirked, putting a hand in the pocket of his coat, "Watch that attitude of yours… I'm kind of strict with anyone who fools around with my nephews." Christian frowned.

"Fools around…? You think I'm dating Riku?"

"It's probably a common assumption, seeing as you were practically holding him."

"He was cold."

"Mmhm~ Anyway, good night to you, Mr. Wolfe." Daiki brushed by him, heading to the elevator, Christian not bothering to hide the annoyed glare he was shooting at him before he went into the penthouse. He found Riku flopped on the bed, fast asleep already with the pillow in his arms. Christian sighed and turned to leave the room, just as Kazuya was about to walk in.

"Ah," Kazuya yelped, then beamed a bit nervously, "Sorry, Christian-san! Were you going to head out? The roads are getting pretty bad… If you want to stay here, I'm absolutely fine with it!" Christian paused, realizing now that he was actually a lot more tired than he had originally thought. He nodded reluctantly, earning a big smile from Kazuya.

"Great! I'll get a pillow and blanket for you if you want to sleep on the couch. It's a lot more comfier than it looks." Kazuya added, brushing by him only to set some hot chocolate in the room before leaving to set up the couch. Christian watched him with a dull expression before making a trip to the kitchen to find Yuudai leaning on the counter with a bottle of alcohol. The atmosphere of the kitchen was obviously putrid with hate and annoyance. Enough to make Christian stop dead in his tracks.

Yuudai had a bruise under his eye and wore only a pair of black boxers torn in the side to show his thigh. He glanced up, frowning a little at the sight of Christian before smirking faintly.

"Riku's 'boyfriend', right?" He made quote marks with his fingers after setting down the bottle. Christian frowned, leaning on the doorframe as Yuudai stepped up to him.

"Sorry if I interrupted you. I just came in for a drink." He replied. Yuudai smirked.

"A drink? I have a drink. A good drink. It's called 'sake'." He said calmly. Christian frowned, folding his arms over his chest.

"I'm underage."

"Seriously? Wow, you don't look that young… Are you a virgin by any chance?" Yuudai asked with a wicked grin. Christian's eyes flickered sharply. Even from here, he could smell the stench of booze radiating off him like the anger that swirled like a red aura around him.

"That's none of your business." He muttered. Yuudai's blue eyes glowed somewhat dangerously.

"You've got a lot of nerve talking back to your elders. It's disrespectful. Didn't anybody teach you anything? Or were you born stupid?" He asked, moving closer. The air was growing hotter. Christian made a move to leave the kitchen, but Yuudai swung his arm around and slammed Christian into the wall again, a smirk on his face.

"Now, now. Don't run away like that. Lift your eyes up. That's right, just like that." Yuudai studied his face, one arm resting on top of Christian's head while the other pushed on his chest. Christian glared at him. The guy was drunk and obviously pissed off about something. Why was the jerk taking it out on him?

"You smell nice… You been hanging around somewhere…" Yuudai sighed a little and slumped slightly on top of him, his face buried in his neck. Heat crept up Christian's face as both embarrassment and anger. This guy was definitely trying to get something from him. He pushed a little on him.

"Get off me and go to bed… You can't get drunk at other people's houses like that. Talking to me about disrespect, you have a lot of nerve." Christian muttered. Yuudai pulled back, frowning.

"Tch, this is my fuck toy's place. He'll let me do anything I want… Everyone does. It's because I'm the boss." He slurred and ran his fingers through Christian's silky hair, only to have his hand smacked away.

"I don't care how spoiled you are," Christian snapped, "You're not getting it from me." He pushed on Yuudai's chest and went to go past him, but Yuudai grabbed him again and shoved him against the doorframe, leaning on him almost crushingly. Christian glared and went to spit out a comment, but Yuudai caught his jaw and lifted his face up to capture the younger boy's lips.

Christian paled rather than grew pink. He felt like someone had just forced him to watch a horror film of his past. He immediately tore away, gasping and shoving hard on Yuudai's chest. Yuudai smirked and snapped his fingers.

"There it is! You just made the biggest mistake~ I know what you're scared of now." He taunted. Christian glared at him, then whipped out of the kitchen. There was no way he could stay in the penthouse with a freak like that! However, he found Kazuya beaming, practically glowing with kindness and sparkles and flowers, making him sweat drop.

"I got it all ready for you, Christian-san! I hope you sleep nice! It's a good thing that Akira's not having any big parties. He's slowed down the partying ever since Yuudai-san's showed up…" His voice drifted as he gave his head a thoughtful tilt. Christian blinked, then frowned, averting his eyes.

"Uh… All right…"

"Well, I have to head off to work! Good night!" Kazuya waved as he scooped up a nearby white coat, slipping it on and walking out the door. Christian waited, studying the bed as he tried to erase the thoughts from earlier out of his head. In that instant, he felt an arm drape over his shoulder, making him stiffen.

"Run, run, as fast as you can, gingerbread man." Yuudai snickered and slipped away, heading down the hallway. Christian twitched and shuddered to himself after he heard the door shut. He got down on the couch and pulled the blankets around him tightly without changing out of his coat. The more clothes the better, he figured.

He'd have more time to run if Yuudai thought about attacking him in the middle of the night out of a drunken rage.

However, he needn't worry as Yuudai stumbled into the room Akira was sleeping in. Akira was flopped on the bed, half hanging off the bed. Yuudai dropped his bottle after shutting the door and crawling onto the bed on his hands and knees, hovering over Akira's sleeping face.

"Akiraaaaa… Akira, wake up." Yuudai elbowed him, earning a grumbled mass of incoherent words. Yuudai frowned and pulled Akira around onto his back, getting on top of him. This woke Akira up immediately, making him stare up at Yuudai with wide eyes.

"Yuudai-sama, what's wrong?" He asked. He had the weirdest thought of how Yuudai looked so much like an annoyed child talking to his parents.

"Daiki's gone. That asshole jerk faggot thing." Yuudai muttered and leaned down to nuzzle Akira's neck. Akira blinked and let Yuudai lick at him and kiss him roughly. He could feel heat creeping from between his legs to his face. He liked the sensation that Yuudai gave him, but he could tell something was bothering Yuudai. He could only guess that Daiki had paid him another unwanted visit and that made him angry.

Why is Daiki doing this to Yuudai-sama? So Yuudai-sama can be a little mean… But I know there's something inside him that's good… Like, really deep down… Maybe, like, his toe or something… But still. He can't keep molesting Yuudai-sama like this-

His thoughts were cut off by a sharp gasp from above him. He looked up at Yuudai, slightly alarmed as Yuudai reeled back in pain, grasping at his thigh where Akira's leg had brushed by.

"What's wrong? Are you all right?" Akira asked, sitting up a little. Yuudai pulled his hand away from his thigh, over the rip in his boxers to reveal jagged nail marks, which made Akira squeak a little. Yuudai scowled at him.

"Don't look at me like that! Ugh… Forget it… I can't do anything tonight…" His voice trailed as he tensed with anger and thoughtlessly dug his nails right into his sore thigh, making him hiss. Akira looked at him sadly anyway.

Yuudai-sama… Daiki's such a jerk… He's not going to get away with this whole thing, I promise. He thought as Yuudai flopped down on the bed beside him sleepily, grimacing just a little before he slipped off into a deep sleep. Akira waited a while, lying down and watching Yuudai sleep before he risked pulling Yuudai against him for a warm embrace.

Yuudai didn't wake up, still sleeping soundly as Akira snuggled close to him, touching his forehead with Yuudai's.

I don't care what anyone says… I love Yuudai-sama. And I'm going to make Daiki leave him alone so I can have him all to myself. Holy crap, I sound terribly possessive… So weird. Akira thought with a slight sweat drop before hugging Yuudai closer with a faint smile.

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A/N: Kyaaa, I'm so happy I could write more of this. C: It's a little… Out there since I almost forgot what I wrote in the last chapter. -smacked with a stick- xD But, I'm re-reading my chapters so I can get more inspiration for the next few, but so far, I have a few good plans that I am so putting to use! I'm going to be switching between ChristianXRiku and YuudaiXAkira for a bit… I'm sorta obsessed with both of those pairings at the moment, kya! They're so adorable. :'D But the next one SPOILERALERTSPOILERALERT is going to be about TatsuyaXKazuya. Don't know if that was much of a spoiler, but yea. Oh well. Anyway, thanks so much for reading, hope your OCs are in character, and your reviews are loved so very, super, uber much!