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Pose for Me	By : DarkTemptations Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3328 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Pose for Me 1/2

Author: Dark Temptations

Beta: Vash is my Angel

Rating: NC17 *smiles sweetly*

Summary: When Seto learns about Joey's part-time job, he makes him an offer that seems too good to be true. The catch? Seto has no idea what he is getting himself into.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. Which is probably a good thing, since children would not be able to watch it if I did - due to the amount of nudity and mansex it would have. Mmmm... mansex...

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Dark Temptations Presents

Pose for Me

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"Aw man, I'm gonna be late!" Joey skidded around the corner and barely caught himself before he ran into a little old lady. "Excuse me!" He ran past the astonished senior citizen and raced towards the large building at the end of the street. As he ran, he checked the time and immediately regretted it. "Five minutes. No way I'm gonna make it!"

With four minutes to go, he reached the front door. Joey slowed down just enough to avoid getting into any trouble as he walked through the foyer of the building, then he sped up again as soon as he reached the halls. Luckily, the classes were still in session, so he didn't run into anyone as he hurtled at full speed along the corridor. Finding the room he wanted, he burst through the door and dropped to the floor, panting heavily.

The young man in the room - a tall, thin man with long, brown hair tied back in a ponytail - turned around, then arched an eyebrow as he surveyed the exhausted teenager. "Running late again, Mr Wheeler?" His voice reflected his amusement and Joey grinned as he looked up.

"Hey Mr Emmel! Yeah. But at least I'm on time." He stood up and stretched, enjoying the way the man studied his movement. "Wasn't my fault today, either. My last class got out late. But I'm here now and I'm all ready to go!"

Mr Emmel smiled and nodded. "That's good. You're going to need that energy of yours. Today is going to be something a little different."

Joey had been putting his bag away but he paused and looked up at the comment, something in the man's voice making him wary. "Different... how?"

"Nothing too drastic." His hazel eyes were twinkling the way they always did when he was amused by something.

"Coming from the guy who told me to get naked within five minutes of meetin' me, that's not really reassurin'." Joey grinned.

"Coming from the teen who stripped without hesitation at the time, you're one to talk!" Mr Emmel grinned back.

Joey laughed. "Good point. So what's this 'nothin' too drastic' difference, then?"

"Oh all right. If you absolutely must know..." Mr Emmel leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms, obviously settling in for a while. "The board of directors, in their infinite wisdom, have decided that this term's subject matter should include something a little more classical. Get back to basics, as it were." The roll of his eyes showed just how ridiculous he thought the idea was.

"Which means?" Joey was starting to get worried. "You're not gonna make me wear a loincloth or anythin' are ya?"

"A loincloth?" The man blinked and arched an eyebrow at him. "What has a loincloth got to do with anything?"

Joey shrugged. "Well, ya said the subject matter should be more classical. Since it's a live drawing class and I'm the subject matter..." He frowned. "Although, ya can't really get much more basic than bein' in the buff."

Mr Emmel laughed and shook his head. "Ah! Don't worry. No loincloths. Actually, by 'classical' I meant something that has been drawn in art since classical times." He pointed to the object in question. Joey looked.

"You have got to be kiddin'."

"Unfortunately, no." Mr Emmel grinned. "Just think of it as a challenge and remember that anything that doesn't kill us, makes us stronger." His grin widened as Joey groaned.

"By the way, some of the board will be visiting the class during this lesson to see how we are faring with the... improved curriculum. I thought I'd better warn you, in case you want to hold it so it covers anything you don't want to share with them." He laughed at the look his favourite model gave him. "I know you're not shy, but it's a far cry from having students drawing you to having board members trying to look as if they're not looking at you."

Joey picked up the 'classical subject matter' - a bowl of fruit - and studied it for a minute before giving his favourite art school teacher a cheeky grin. "Well if I'm supposed to hide it behind this, I'm gonna need a much bigger banana."

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The lesson was half over when the door opened and a woman and three men entered the room. Joey took one look at the prim and proper lady with her pink business suit and single strand of pearls around her neck and was suddenly very glad that he had taken Mr Emmel's advice regarding the positioning of the bowl of fruit. The disapproving look on her face was enough to make him go from hard to soft in a heartbeat and the art students always complained when he changed his position in any way.

Joey's reaction distracted him enough that he pretty much ignored the men with her. All he noticed about them was that they were all wearing navy suits that looked identical to him. He idly wondered if they were brothers, then had to force himself not to laugh at the thought that the woman in the pink suit might be their brother as well.

It was a few minutes before he noticed the familiar prickling down his spine that meant he was being watched. The feeling surprised him. Considering that he was posing for an art class and had twenty-four students studying him constantly, he knew it wasn't just someone admiring his body. No, for him to feel it this strongly at this time it had to be a particularly intense scrutiny. His eyes flickered around the room as he tried to identify the cause of the feeling.

His wandering gaze was stopped short by a pair of piercing blue eyes. Joey's breath hitched in his throat and he had to remind himself to breathe as he stared in shock at the last person he had expected, or wanted, to see in that place.

Seto Kaiba.

The brunette teen was standing at the back of the room with the representatives of the art school's board. He had a scowl on his face and his eyes were locked on Joey. The blonde's mouth went dry as he suddenly realised the full implications of Kaiba's presence there.

Fortunately for Joey's peace of mind, the representatives didn't stay in the class long. They were there only a few minutes before they left again - leaving behind one very relieved Live Drawing class model. Although it was still quite some time before Joey was able to push his worries from his mind enough to relax again.

As soon as the bell rang to signal the end of the class, Joey stood up and stretched out the kinks that had formed during his long period of posing. He looked down at the bowl of fruit and sighed.

"Yes, I know it's a terrible cliché but hopefully adding it into today's lesson will be enough to satisfy the board."

Joey looked up at the approaching art teacher and grinned. "Actually, I was thinkin' it was a shame it's not real fruit. Posin' always makes me hungry."

Mr Emmel laughed. "You don't suppose the way you run here all the way from school every day might have something to do with that?"

"Maybe." Joey grinned. "Well, I'm off. See ya tomorrow, Teach!" He waved, then headed for the door that led into the small props room where he got undressed before each lesson.

As soon as Joey stepped into the room, he knew it had been a mistake. "What are you doin' here?"

Seto Kaiba was leaning against the far wall, looking at Joey as if he was something that had just crawled out from underneath a rock and Seto wasn't sure if he should squish him or not. "I was waiting for you, obviously."

Joey frowned at him. "Yeah, I see that. I meant, why are ya waitin' for me?"

"Then you should have said that." Seto arched an eyebrow at the glare he received. "I was not expecting to see you here."

"I model for the class part-time." Joey shrugged.

Seto frowned. "I thought you did odd jobs after school."

The fact that Seto knew about that came as a surprise to Joey. "I used to. But about three months ago I saw an ad in the paper for a model for the evening Live Drawing class. Now I do this instead."

"Better pay?"

Joey bristled at the scorn in Kaiba's voice. "A bit less, not that it's any of your business." He regretted his honest answer when he saw a flash of interest in the brunette's eyes.

"I know you have a special permit to work part-time, which means that you need the money. So why would you take less money for a job like this?" Seto's eyes narrowed as he studied the blonde teen.

"A job like what? I get paid good money to pose so some students can immortalise me on canvas. I call that a pretty good deal." Joey glared at Kaiba.

Seto continued to study Wheeler intently. "I call it exposing yourself."

Joey's sense of humour surfaced. He grinned. "Hey, at least I'm not in public."

It took a second for that quip to sink in and then Seto smirked. The smile was gone as quickly as it had appeared, but seeing it made Joey feel a little more at ease. "So... you're on the school board here, huh?"

Seto nodded. "This school's main funding comes from several business investors, including Kaiba Corp. Each business involved has a representative as part of the school's board."

"Okay. So now ya know I'm workin' here... But that doesn't explain why you were waitin' for me." Joey eyed Kaiba warily. "What do ya want from me, Kaiba?" He wondered at the odd look the brunette gave him.

"Very well. I have... a proposition for you." Seto held up his hand as Joey glared at him and opened his mouth. "Not that sort of proposition."

Joey calmed down. "What sort is it then?"

"Pose for me."

"Say again? There's no way I heard that right." Joey stared at Kaiba, unable to believe his ears.

"I said I want you to pose for me." Seto looked calmly at the blonde, waiting patiently for his response.

Joey thought it was quite possible that he had gone insane and no one had told him. "You draw?"

Seto frowned. "You sound surprised."

"I never really thought of ya as bein' the artistic type." Joey shrugged. "Sorry. Guess I was wrong. If ya want a model, why not get a pro? Why me?"

"Well if you are not interested in my offer... I was willing to pay you quite well for your time, too." Seto turned away towards the door.

"Hold on, Kaiba!" Joey was a little surprised to find his legs moving him forward. "I never said I wasn't interested. I just asked why ya want me and not a pro." He was even more surprised to see his arm rising and his hand catching hold of the brunette's sleeve. "It's not like this is somethin' you'd usually ask me."

Seto turned around again and shrugged off the blonde's hand. "Until this evening, I did not know you did this sort of thing."

Joey grinned. "Well it's not really somethin' that's ever come up in conversation."

A reluctant smile tugged on the corner of Seto's mouth. "True. Asking if someone poses nude has never struck me as being a good opening line."

"That's probably a good thing. At least for your reputation." Joey eyed Kaiba curiously. "So let's hear it."

Seto arched an eyebrow. "Hear what?"

"Ya said ya were gonna make me an offer." Joey's curiosity was now even more caught. It wasn't like Kaiba to be so easily distracted but their conversation had been off on a tangent for a while.

"Ah. That." Seto looked the blonde in the eye. "Twenty dollars an hour to pose for me, nude."

Joey's eyes widened. It was almost twice as much as the school was paying him. His natural wariness at an offer that was too good to be true kicked in. "For how long did ya want me to pose and what sort of position are we talkin' about? Some are harder to stay still in than others, so I'll need more breaks."

Seto nodded. "Very well. Shall we say two... no, two and a half... hours per week? Your choice of position."

It was a dream come true. Joey forced himself not to blurt out an immediate 'oh yeah!' and think it over carefully. An extra fifty a week would make life so much easier and all for something as simple as posing for a couple of hours. But on the other hand - this was Seto Kaiba he was dealing with. Joey knew Kaiba would want his money's worth.

"How about we give it a try and talk about it more if we're both happy afterwards?" Better to be cautious than trapped in a contract that bound him to terms he wasn't happy with.

Joey knew Kaiba. There was sure to be a contract involved at some point.

Seto nodded. "That sounds... reasonable."

The slight hesitation before 'reasonable' made Joey suspect that Kaiba had been about to say 'surprisingly' or something like that. He chose to ignore it. "So when do you want me to pose for you?"

"Today is Thursday so... does tomorrow night suit you? I will send a car for you at seven," Seto continued - not waiting for the blonde to confirm or deny the suitability.

Joey grinned. "Tomorrow night's fine. Thanks for the lift." His smile faded slightly. "Uh... I guess you'll need my address..."

Seto arched an eyebrow. "That would make it easier for my driver to find you, yes."

"Okay." Joey went to his bag and paused as he realised he was still holding the bowl of fruit. "Um... Here, hold this a minute." He pushed the bowl into the startled brunette's hands and began rummaging around in his schoolbag for his notebook and a pen. After a minute, he handed a slip of paper to Kaiba and took back the fruit. "So I'll see ya tomorrow night then."

"Yes." Seto slipped the paper into his coat pocket and looked thoughtfully at the blonde. "It really does not bother you, does it?"

Joey frowned. "What?"

Seto's lips curved into a small smile. "The fact that you are standing here, having a conversation, while nude and holding a bowl of fake fruit."

Joey shrugged. "You'd rather it was real fruit? Speak to the art teacher. It's his prop." As the brunette's eyebrows took up residence in his hair, Joey grinned and relented - giving Kaiba a real answer. "Being naked doesn't bother me at all. I'm proud of my body. I have no hesitation in showin' it off."

A nod and another small smile were Joey's reward for his honesty. "I see." Perhaps it was Joey's imagination, but he thought he saw a flicker of admiration in the other teen's eyes. "Well, since I assume you do not plan to 'show it off' to the staff and other students on your way out, I shall leave you to dress." He turned towards the door.

"Hey Kaiba, before ya go." Joey's voice made the brunette turn around. Joey grinned. "Just out of curiosity... Were you the one who suggested... this?" Joey pointed to the bowl of fruit he was still holding.

Seto eyed the prop with a grimace of disgust. "Certainly not! That was Mrs Weatherby. You saw her today."

Joey frowned. "The one in pink who looked like she'd just sucked a lemon?"

"Yes. You will no doubt be relieved to know she has changed her mind about the fruit. I am confident it will never be mentioned again." Seto smiled.

There was something in Kaiba's voice that made Joey wary. He also thought the brunette looked far too smug. "Oh? Why's that?"

Seto's blue eyes gleamed as he smiled a little more. "Because I heard her grumbling to herself about its positioning as we left the classroom."

Joey was still laughing as Seto's footsteps echoed away down the hall.

"Oh man... tomorrow night could be either good or bad, but one thing's for sure... it's gonna be interestin'." Joey grinned and began to get dressed, already thinking of all the poses he wanted to do and wondering if he'd dare to try some of the naughtier ones.

The ones that could well clue Kaiba in on the fact that posing naked in front of other people aroused Joey to the point of release... and beyond.

tbc
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