Disclaimer: The Vocaloids featured in this story obviously do not belong to me. They belong to their rightful companies which includes Zero-G.

Notes/Comment: This isn't explicit or anything (trying to keep it at least T-rated), but it is suggestive...and silly.

*spoiler* Sorry Leon, you've lost this round. That's okay, you can plan revenge later.

It all started with one photo showing up on his dear white iPhone: it was of Leon, that old dork, sending him a "selfie" of himself winking and only wearing a towel around his waist. It was rather obvious that he had stepped out of the shower seconds before taking the picture. The steam filling the bathroom, how he was still dripping wet in the hair, and the red tint on his skin due to the hot water pouring on him.

"For God's sake, Leon…" Tonio grumbled out loud, his cheeks turning the same colour of crimson as soon as he saw the photo. He scrolled down and chose to read the message which was attached to Leon's picture.

Good morning, love! Since you haven't seen me since yesterday evening, I thought I would send you a picture to show you that I'm home from my trip with Kaito and Meiko to the hotel downtown. Love you~

"You could have simply told me you were home instead of doing this." Tonio decided to keep the picture, even though if Leon asked about it — he would lie his arse off and claim he deleted it.

As he was savouring his fifth glass of martini, Tonio heard his mobile chime a bird's chirp which alerted him that he had received a message. The opera singer calmly placed his drink in the middle of the outdoor table. He reclined against his seat as he grabbed the phone and slid his finger across the screen to unlock it.

Luckily, nobody was outside when Tonio almost let out a yell at the text message and its attachment.

Underneath the picture of Leon winking at the camera with his dress shirt unbuttoned and messy hair read the message:

Hey love, I think the air conditioner's broken. It's getting hot in here. Could you come back inside and check it~?

"Oh my God," was what immediately came from Tonio at the lame text. If Leon thought he was going to stroll inside just to see him in a flirtatious manner on the living room couch to simply "check the air conditioner", he must be dense.

And this would continue once more within that day.

The next time occurred while Tonio went to use the toilet in the afternoon. His mobile alerted him that a new text was there. After the opera singer washed his hands and dried them, he picked up his phone and checked the message which was left.

"Honestly…?"

Leon decided to do a suggestive photo of him licking a strawberry Popsicle while grinning at the camera. Of course, the old man chose to not wear a shirt and to have his gorgeous blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. Wonderful, he sent a phallic-related picture to him.

Hey love~,

the text started out saying, it's pretty hot today, isn't it? Say, why don't you send a selfie of yourself to me? Pleeeeease? ;3

That tore it.

Leon now wanted a photo of himself? That blonde dork was going to get one since he kept teasing him with these pictures.

Tonio casually made his way to Leon's room later on during that day, a plastic cooler in one hand while the other stayed in his trouser pocket. This was going to be embarrassing, but again…Leon asked for it.

Speaking of him, Leon was in the living room at the moment and probably wasn't going to come upstairs any time soon. He slipped into the bedroom, and then he closed and locked the door behind him.

"Why does this channel have to have so many bleeding commercials…?" Leon whined in annoyance from his spot on the couch with Sonika and Miriam.

"That's how money is being made, simple," Miriam replied calmly.

"But the movie was getting to the best part…!"
"I know, I know, dear. Be patient though."

"Yeah calm ye'self, Leon!" Sonika chimed in. "Maybe I'll grab us something to drink. Want a beer or somethin'?"

"Mmh, no thanks." Leon shook his head.

"Just a glass of wine for me, Sonika," Miriam requested the green-haired girl who immediately nodded before dashing off to the kitchen to retrieve the items.

The muffled sound of a bird's tweet and the sudden vibration in his trouser pocket caused Leon to sit up and fish for his mobile phone, located on the left side of himself.

Wait.

Leon paused. No way, could it have been Tonio who sent him a text? Did he give-in to his request for a selfie? No, probably not. This was Tonio. He wouldn't give-in to anything like this so easily. He probably text back to say "no", or took a picture of himself flipping the bird at the camera while looking mildly annoyed. Yeah, that was it.

He soon found out he was dead wrong.

"!" The blonde clasped a hand over his mouth and his face turned a deep shade of red at the picture sent to him from Tonio.

In the picture, Tonio was sprawled out on Leon's lounge chair, legs slightly apart, eyes half-lidded, and his hair ruffled. His body seemed to have gotten wet by something, but Leon didn't know what the source was until he caught the sight of the empty martini glass he held over himself. Good Lord, his jacket was removed, his dress shirt was nearly unbuttoned all of the way, and his trousers were unbuttoned and appeared tighter somehow. What made this picture even worse was how his brown eyes – oh those lovely pairs of his – were looking directly into the camera with such lust written all over them…! This was a crime, and Tonio damn well knew it!

And the caption, well…

So, you've had an undying desire for me to send you something similar to all of those pictures that you've been spamming me with? Well, you've gotten your wish granted. You might not want to come up here at the moment, however. It's rather messy like I am, love~

Live from your bedroom,

Tonio.

Leon, who had a heavy blanket surrounding him during the movie-viewing, pulled the blanket further down to his waist in order to hide the growing erection which worsened upon reading Tonio' text. Damn it, he won that fair-and-square, he supposed.

Tonio, in the meanwhile, grinned at himself as he sat back against the recliner and gulped down the glass of martini that he was able to refill thanks to bringing a cooler with him. He had a feeling he succeeded with defeating Leon and his silly selfies.

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