A.N
Thanks guys for the amount of attention this fic has received, it has certainly gone well with myself and Kat :3
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Disclaimer: Neither of us own Death Note. Though we do take Mello up on his date offers :3
-Mello-
Seriously, what the fuck? A nude shoot? I mean, I know I'm sexy and all but surly the bitch could have given me some kind of warning. Some other guys came in they are nowhere near as sexy as me- and started their shoots. I guess I had some competition, that fine, I'll blow them out of the fucking water. I smirked as one of the other models walked by, or maybe just blow them, some of them are rather attractive. No, don't get sidetracked Mello, the red-head is your target. He is taking pictures of naked men, without being flustered, so there is a chance. Or he could just be very professional; yeah right, doubt that. That is probably what he keeps telling himself though. I observed- blatantly stared at- the red-head while he worked; I learned his name is Matt during the process. I saw some of the test shots, I had to admit he was good at what he did. Then some giggling idiot of a girl came over and blushed when she told me it was my turn. I shrugged
"Fine." I stripped where I stood- I have no shame, got a problem with that? I smirked as I followed her to the set, I could hear the giggles and whispers, and I could see them trying to "discreetly" look at me. I sent the group of so call "professional" women a smirk. I was well aware of my size thank you, I have no need to be ashamed. Well, should things with Matt fall though I'll have plenty of options it appears. Many of the women, and some of the men, were staring- even the ones who were previously cold- were suddenly friendly. The assistant director was blushing and trying not to look down as she told me the directions for the shot. She failed miserably by the way, with not looking down, her directions were simple and to the point. It feels great to be sexy. Doing what she asked I lay on the black wrought-iron bed that was covered with coffee colored silk. Now all I had to do was look sexy. Yea, like that was going to be hard. Much to my surprise Matt started calling out directions.
"Put your arm above your head." Smirking I did him one better, I grabbed the bars on the headboard and arched my back. I could hear the gasps and giggles that rang out thought the set. That's right, I'm that fucking sexy. Seduction? It should be called Mello. Matt coughed and looked the other way for a moment. "Um, yea, that's great. P-put a hand on your chest please. Smirking I tangled one hand in my hair and trailed the other down my chest, spreading my legs ever so slightly
By the end of the shoot, the previously unflustered photographer was as red as his hair and had trouble forming coherent sentences. Damn am I good. I heard the camera snap one last time and heard 'That's a wrap.' This was followed by much cheering and carrying on as per usual. Matt however stayed to pick up his equipment. As tempted as I was to ask him as I was, I figured I should get dressed first. After all I just wanted to get him all hot and bothered, not scare him off. Once dressed I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck from behind.
"So sexy," I purred in his ear. "Want to come over to my place later?" I could feel his heart beat quicken, and his breath became little pants before he tore away making some lame excuse about being "straight." Yea, right, and I'm the fucking queen of England. I shrugged and walked off. No worries, he will be mine. Maybe not tonight, or tomorrow, but I will get him. Now where was that cute assistant with the black pigtails and cute smile