A/N: Warning!! Fai molestation! No, not by Kurogane... Though that would be awesome. I was kind of sad because it sounded like I was totally bashing Ashura and making him seem like some pervert, but the plot bunnies demanded I do so, which is why I had no choice. Well, whatever, don't let that stop you. ;)
"Alright! Oh, Fai-san, you've never looked better. Come on, the camera loves you!"
Fai tilted his head back, baring the exotic expanse of his pale throat and casting a half-lidded gaze at the lens. He hooked a thumb through the belt loop of his jeans and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his white shirt seductively, laughing softly as a couple of assistants nearly tripped over each other on the way to the bathroom for some tissues. He toyed with the leather necklace strung about his neck and brought the seashell hanging from it to his lips. He winked demurely at the camera, transitioning fluidly from pose to pose.
"Okay, that's a wrap! Perfect!"
The studio erupted into applause and Fai smiled, waving shyly at everyone.
Mokona stepped from the sidelines, clapping. "Congratulations, Fai-san! That was superb." He beckoned to someone behind him. "Let me introduce you to Ashura-san."
Ashura smiled at him with dark, dark eyes. Fai beamed. "Hello, Shura-san!"
"It's nice to finally meet you," he greeted companionably. He took the hand Fai had extended and drew it to his lips, bowing gracefully and kissing Fai's knuckles, his fingers entwining with the blonde's. Fai giggled delightedly, his lashes fluttering.
"Oh my, it looks like we have a gentleman."
"The next shoot will be a practice run of both of you two together," Mokona said pleasantly.
They nodded to him and retreated to their dressing rooms to get changed.
Fai came out of his room clothed in a black shirt that exposed his belly button but had sleeves that ended well past his fingers. He wore tight, baby blue shorts that hugged his every curve and comfy sneakers with bedraggled laces and ankle socks. He bounced up to the white backdrop.
Ashura arrived shortly after, wearing a T-shirt the same color as Fai's shorts. His jeans were black and baggy. His sneakers matched the blonde's. He looked extremely appealing, a confident air hanging about his striking presence.
"Are you ready for this?" he whispered teasingly in Fai's ear.
"I am if you are," Fai laughed gently, leaning back. The lights brightened.
"Please begin when you are ready," Mukuro called out.
Ashura was the first to move; he grabbed the belt on Fai's shorts and pulled their hips together. Fai played along, a blush painting his cheeks as Ashura wrapped an arm around his waist. His hand was cold on Fai's bare skin. The camera started clicking and people in the studio whistled and gave cat calls.
Ashura was a very hands-on person, Fai realized dazedly, as the older youth placed a palm under his thigh and dipped him down. Fai faced the camera with a desirous gaze, his arm thrown carelessly over his head. Ashura brushed his lips across Fai's throat and pressed his mouth to his jittery pulse. He breathed hotly upon Fai's skin until he grasped Fai's waist again and guided them both to a more relaxed stance. Ashura was taller than the blonde; he looked down at him smugly and tilted his chin up. Fai surrendered, adopting a helpless visage.
All throughout the shoot, he tried hard not to squirm under Ashura's less than modest touches. The raven-haired man left small, invisible bruises wherever he held Fai and he seemed more interested in the blonde rather than posing for pictures.
Fai briefly wondered why exactly the youth had agreed to a partnership in the first place until Ashura slid a hand up his shirt, his fingers brushing against his side and wandering upwards, in the direction of his--
"We're trying to sell merchandise, Ashura-san, not sex," Mokona commented dryly. "I'd prefer it if you did not grope my darling Fai-san."
Fai shot him a grateful glance and Ashura withdrew the icy hand, smiling. "Of course," he said affably. Fai looked up fleetingly and tensed in his partner's arms.
What is this? This feeling…
Ashura stroked the base of his spine and Fai shivered involuntarily.
Something's not right.
Ashura's face grew shadowed, but his smile remained, dark and morbid and ruthless.
Fai returned a lighter version of the smile even as the hand on his back sent revulsion lurching in his stomach.
Something's not…
"Ne, ne, Kuro-mu? What are you doing? Are you busy? Mmm? What's that? What are you writing? I didn't know Kuro-sempai could write! Haha, I meant I didn't know you liked to write in your free time. I know Kuro-koi can write, silly me, because why would you have gotten this far in school if you couldn't write? Except maybe I guess someone else could have written--wrote? Wrotten? Written? …Done all your assignments for you. Kuro-bully could have made someone write for him, right? He's so scary-looking! Why are you so scary-looking, Kuro-pie? Were you born like that? Mouuu. Kuro-foo, are you listening? Why aren't you listening? Hello? Hmmm. What was I talking about again? Ah well. Anyways, ne, Kuro-pyon, what are you doing? Are you busy? Mmm? Wha--"
"OH GOD JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP."
Kurogane was certain that his left eye had developed a particularly nasty tick, his brow twitching spastically in frequent bursts. He glared at Fai. "What the hell do you want?" he snapped, more than a little annoyed.
Fai pouted, clutching the front of his shirt as he reeled back, mock-wounded. "Ahh, Kuro-coo, that hurts," he whined piteously. "That hurts right here." He jabbed his chest with a finger and dried the imaginary tears from his cheeks. He brightened suddenly. "But that's okay, Kuro-kitty. I forgive you."
"GO--DIE."
"Ahaha, Kuro-chu is so fast when he's mad! If I hadn't fallen off the edge of the bed I am sure that book would have hit me."
"Grr…"
Fai giggled jubilantly and scooted closer to Kurogane on the floor. "Ano ne, Kuro-bunny…"
Kurogane stared down at him, rigid as the blonde plopped his chin onto his thigh and wrapped his thin arms around a leg. Fai seemed to have felt his muscles tense because he merely held the limb tighter, nuzzling his face into his knee. There was a hole torn into the jeans so Fai's lips pressed invitingly onto bare skin. He glanced up coyly from beneath impish lashes.
"Can you do me a favor?"
"No," Kurogane deadpanned instantly, restraining a shudder as Fai pouted, trailing a finger up the side of his leg. The touch felt teasing and seductive even through the layer of cloth. He watched with dead eyes as Fai opened his mouth and licked a patch of skin exposed from a rip. The wet heat tingled sharply, shooting straight up his thigh and turning his knee numb.
"I'll make it worth your while," purred Fai.
Oh shit, was all Kurogane could think. I can't move.
He took a deep breath to compose himself and managed to regain his control, his stoic mask never wavering as he frowned at the blonde. "No."
Fai's breathing hitched.
Kurogane raised an eyebrow and stiffened as Fai bit his trembling bottom lip. A wanton blush suffused his gentle face as he tilted his chin up, his cobalt eyes brimming with brilliant, unshed tears.
"K-Kuro-sama," he whimpered breathily, huskily, sexily. A look of helpless, vulnerable abandon crept onto his features and he hugged Kurogane's leg to his chest, his lips turning red and plump where he bit them.
"Kuro-sama…" he moaned. "Please… I…" His face was flushed to perfection, his sky orbs glazed.
"P-please," he cried out softly as Kurogane uttered a low, frustrated growl. "Please."
"Okay," Kurogane hissed at last, irritated and exasperated but above all, painfully turned on, "okay, now let go of me."
Fai grinned up at him suddenly. "Wah! Kuro-sama is so manly."
"Only because you're such a girl," Kurogane grumbled, and stood up. Fai released his captive leg and laughed, sitting back on the floor.
"So what do you want me to do?" Kurogane asked gruffly.
"I want you to come with me to my next photo shoot."
Kurogane coughed in surprise, staring at the blonde. "What?"
"Ne?" Fai responded distractedly.
"Why?"
"Because I want you to watch me."
"Why would I want to watch you?"
"I never said you did, Kuro-silly. But I want you to watch me."
"…Why?" Kurogane repeated.
"Oh, just because." Fai shrugged amiably and got up, brushing off the seat of his pants. He skipped nimbly to the door and grabbed his jacket and knapsack on the way out. "I'll see you on Monday, 5:00 sharp!" he sang. He lingered in the doorway, cocking his head to the side with inquisitive amusement.
"And…"
Kurogane gazed at him warily. Fai smiled radiantly.
"Did I mention Ashura was going to be there?"
A/N: ...These chapters are going up faster than I expected...
