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-Mello-
One year later
Damn, was I bored. I was listening to Misa yammer on about something. I don't remember what. You really think I paid attention to her? Then you, are royally stupid. It had been a year since I started working with the blond. The music video that led to the photo shoot was just the tip of the iceberg. Apparently once she decides she likes you, your set for life. So now, I the fan-fucking-tastic Mello am a triple threat to show business. My dancing career is what got me noticed-the music videos. Modeling was my "big break"—that's right I'm just that sexy. Then after a few more ads courtesy of Misa other companies started offering me jobs. Then was the commercial; it wasn't a hard job, just a bit part as a background singer. It was enough, however to get me a foot in the door of the music industry too, should I choose that path. While I'm known for being talented, I'm still strictly, for the most part, a spokes-model. Even though I've been working with Misa, I still haven't seen that red-head again. Matt. When I asked Misa about it…Well first she was confused. She just doesn't seem to understand that ,while yes I will sleep with a women, I prefer dick. It's not that hard a concept bitch. When I finally got her to answer the question she told me that while he washer preferred photographer, he was immensely (my word not hers, as if that bitch even knows it. She said really, really or some shit like that) picky about when and who he works for. Apparently he does many jobs back to back then disappears of the face of the earth until he needs more cash. If he has to work with Misa all the time I can't say I blame him. Although I have to wonder, just what is it about him that I can't forget? Most conquests are forgotten within a month or so if I don't see them again. I never forget a face, so on the off chance I do see them again round two is on. However, I've never actively searched one out before…or even remembered their name. Odd. I'm sure it's just those fucking goggles, they're kind of hard to forget. Whatever.
"So what does Mello-kun think?" Oops, what did she say?
"Sorry, wasn't listening. What do you want?" I couldn't restrain the sigh that managed to escape. Misa gave me a look that was a cross between a pout and pissed off. Hm, I need to learn that one; before repeating herself.
"Misa needs Mello-kun to do another shoot for her, but it's going to be similar to the first shoot Mello-kun did for Misa-Misa." I couldn't help the smirk that instinctively came.
"Misa," I purred. "If you wanted to see me naked again you only had to ask." She turned red, giggling before smacking my shoulder.
"Mello-kun is so bad. He is lucky Light-kun isn't here." Mello-kun is lucky he isn't here, as the douche stares at me like he's going to fucking rape me. Not that I couldn't take him, but the dude is fucking getting on my last nerve.
"Sure Misa, I'll do it." Now, I know what you're thinking. 'Mello? Being polite? Is he sick?'Well, a)Misa is my patron, b) while she is annoying as hell, I've grown used to her childish ways and it has become almost endearing. Almost like a little sibling- if you disregard the fact she's older than I.
"Yay! Misa-Misa is so glad! Her three favorite people going on a trip with her!"
"What the hell? Who? What trip?" Misa giggled yet again. Seriously woman, shut the fuck up already.
"Light-kun, Mello-kun and Mattie-kun of course! And trip? Misa told Mello-kun already! The next shoot is on location silly! So Mello-kun needs to pack his bags! We leave in three days." On location shoot. Never have words seemed so sweet.
Three days later I was at the airport ready to board the private jet that would take us god knows where. Misa had told us to expect warm to hot weather, but I brought a jacket just in case. Once in the plane-which was very nice, with couches, TVs, champagne, and the likes- I looked around. Ah, there he is. Placing my carry one bag in one of the storage bins I sat next to the red-head. If all goes according to plan there will be two new members of the mile-high club before this trip is over.
"How are you sexy? Remember me?" I swear all the blood drained from his face at that moment. Curse his skinny-jeans, I would very much like to see where it disappeared to.
"Um, hi." I sighed, very articulate this one, he seems smart enough. I guess I leave him speechless. Wouldn't be the first time. Egotistical? Me? Well of course, what else did you expect? Modesty and humility? Um, no. Sorry. Wrong guy.
"Matt right?" I purred, placing a hand on his thigh. He started coughing.
"Um, yea. And you are? I mean of course I remember you but…I mean. Aw damnit. What's your name."
"Mello." I breathed in his ear. His breathing grew fast and shallow.
"Um c-could you move your hand please?" "Of course." I slid my hand up, closer to his groin. "Not what I meant." He choked out.
"Well where would you like it then?" Poor boy looked like he was going to pass out.
This is going to be fun.