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Matt

I looked up as Mello snatched away the book I was reading and tossed it onto the table.

"I was reading that you ba-!" I shut up when I caught the look on Mello's face a mixture of horror and anger. "What happened?" I sighed, folding my arms over my chest. "Did Misa sign you up for another month long shoot? I swear we should do something about her just saying you'll do stuff…suppose she knows you'll do it anyway so she just promises that you'll go anyway-"

"Matt will you shut up for a second!" Mello snapped, sharp eyes narrowing dangerously. "Misa said I would go work for Playgirl and as much as I hate her I can't damage her reputation if she said I would be there. It'll damage my career too fuck sake…" He grumbled, twisting his hands together.

"So? You've done nude shoots before, it'll be no different. I'll even shoot you if you want." I offered, reaching up to stroke his hair softly. He calmed down slightly, almost going still under my soothing touch.

Mello sighed quietly, looking up at me with innocent eyes. "Mattie, you love me right?" I watched him carefully.

"Yeah I guess so, why?" I asked tentatively, inching away from the table. If I needed to run then so be it.

"She said we would both do it. I'm not damaging my reputation Matt." He explained, taking my hand and looking at me with pleading eyes.

"Oh hell no, fuck no!" I whipped my hand away from his, backing away. "I am not fucking getting naked in front of cameras and getting into…poses…with you. When we're alone yeah, I'll do whatever but I am not doing that in public!"

Two days later I was still scowling as he drove to the shoot. Someone please tell me how he managed to convince me to do this because I wasn't even sure how he did it, but he some how convinced me this was a good idea. He pulled up outside the building and stepped out the car, dragging me along into the swank building. Taking me up to the floor where the shoot was heading he sat down to negotiate with the director.

Luckily Mello had some form of pity as he insisted that if I was uncomfortable with anything we would stop. End of. Standing up, he tugged me into makeup.

I don't think I'll ever get used to women and men fawning over me with brushing and dust and paste or whatever. Meanwhile some guy attacked my hair with a brush and hairdryer while muttering something about 'volume' while pawing at the strands. I shuffled slightly while he toyed with hair, leaving it more messy than when he started but he declared it was styled.

Guess he knows what he's talking about…

I turned to face Mello as they left us alone to strip. He shamelessly stripped himself of his clothes, stepping into the robe that had been left hanging by the door, tying it shut around his waist. I watched, shaking my head adamantly.

"Matt, please. I need you to do this for me." He asked, voice going unusually soft.

Bastard, guilt tripping me. It should be illegal seeing as he never uses his begging tone and here he was practically on his hands and knees.

"Fine." I grumbled, slipping out of my clothes, tugging the robe on. Damn him for making me melt.

Stepping out onto the set, I won't deny it, I was literally shaking with nerves. I was way more comfortable behind the camera than in front of it and the thought of dropping the already too-short robe in front of this room full of people was setting a light blush on top of my cheeks. Mello dropped the cloth to the floor and kicked it away. Pulling me close he wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder, pulling at the cord keeping it secure around my waist. I blushed harder as it slipped free, sliding off my shoulders and onto the floor. Mello grinned as I turned around, pressing my face into his chest to fight off the heavy flush spreading across my face.

Prying me away he pulled me over to the set, smirking as he helped me to work with him. It got more awkward as the photographer started calling out more demanding orders. He somehow got me with my legs around Mello's waist and my lips on his neck, gently licking and biting the pale skin. I could feel his arousal pressing against me as a soft moan slipped from his lips.

Luckily for the both of us the photographer called out for a different pose, making me move to my knees and extend my tongue as if to lick him, but he ordered me not to. How come everyone seems to know I bottom in these kind of things…

Speaking of that could these photographs even go in that magazine?

I sighed in relief as the photographer called cut. I scrambled to cover up what little dignity I had left before slipping back into the dressing room to get my clothes.

"Wasn't too bad was it?" Mello asked, slipping in behind me, still butt naked.

I tossed a towel at him. "Ye maidenhood is on display." I murmured, tugging my pants on. "And I'm never forgiving you for making me do this."

Mello rolled his eyes, changing. "It's not that bad Matt."

"I'm better behind the lens Mells. I have no reason to be in front of it." I grumbled. "And if Misa ever says you'll do something before you sign something I will shoot her in her pretty blonde head."

Mello laughed, straightening his jeans shoving his jacket back on. "Deal." He grinned.