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More than just really good-looking	By : SecretSoul Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1904 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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SecretSoul: alright, ppl, this is going to be sexy and fun ^_^ enjoy. Long title, I know. Yes, I got it from the movie zoolander ^_^

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More Than Just Really Good-Looking : Chapter 1
�This is, people, the Male Model of the Year Awards!� Joan smiled with her big teeth showing.
�That�s right, mom. Oh! Look! I think our first model is arriving!� Melissa said excited in to her microphone as her and Joan turned to see a black Hummer stretch limo pull up.
The fans screamed upon seeing the first male model as the driver opened the door.
�Oh! It�s the sexy �Bad Boy� Bakura! And look at his hot outfit!� Melissa beamed.
Bakura stepped out of his limo and on to the red carpet, putting a cigarette out, his crimson eyes glaring straight ahead. He walked as he did down the catwalk, his spiky long hair moving as he walked. He wore a black leather jacket decked out with buckles and chains. All that was on his torso was large chains that cross below his chest in the center, showing off his nipple piercings and his belly button piercing. He then wore his black leather pants dangerously low and very tight, followed by black combat boots also with buckles and belts. A chain swung from one belt loop of his leather pants and down to his knee before going back up to another belt loop in the back. He stuck out his tongue for a camera, revealing his tongue piercing before he avoided the news reporters and went inside the large building. Ryou, his manager, walking behind him in a professional attire of a sky blue dress shirt tucked in to a pair of black dress pants, giving comments for Bakura as they walked inside.
�Oh he is a hot sexy man, isn�t he?� Joan laughed.
�I�m surprised he didn�t show up on his motorcycle like last year� Melissa laughed as well.
�Oh. My. God! Look who�s arriving next!� Joan smiled, a dark purple stretch limo arriving next, the crowd once again screaming in delight.
�I know we can�t say his nickname on tv, but they�ll bloop it out! It�s Fuckalicious!� Melissa squealed.
Malik stepped out of his purple limo with a smile on his beautiful, tanned features. He began to strut down the red carpet, smiling for the cameras. He wore a black lace half shirt with short sleeves and a short vest that was a shiny vinyl and purple to match his eyes. The vest had black buckles going down the chest and black pockets and a black strip going around the collar, matching his black choker that was around his neck with little purple diamonds. He then wore extremely short shiny vinyl shorts that matched the purple vest, a black belt and a white around his waist, then another black belt that slanted across his hips. He wore short spandex underneath, but his bulge could clearly be seen. Next came his shiny purple boots that went up past his knees, a black buckle around his thighs on the boots, followed by another black belt below his knees slightly slanted, then another belt slanted the opposite way on his claves. The boots had black laces and black, thick bottoms. Marik, Malik�s manager, walked behind him in a completely black suit and remained indifferent as Malik charmed his fans.
�He is to DIE for, isn�t he? I could eat him up� Melissa giggled.
�And that limo! My my� Joan chuckled.
�And his manager, Marik, my God� Melissa giggled once again.
�Oh, did you see Bakura�s? He ought to be on that runway too� Joan laughed.
Soon a black SUV stretch limo pulled up to the carpet, the crowd going wild.
�Oh, it�s Duke Devlin! The �Player�!� Melissa screeched.
Duke stepped out of his vehicle with a charming smirk, his hair in a low pony tail as he wore a shiny black policeman�s hat with a black strip around it, two golden dice in the center. He wore a red turtle neck with a zipper that went all the way down, the shirt long sleeved. He then wore red shiny gloves. Over the red turtle neck was a shiny, short sleeved jacket with a collar, zipped halfway down, an upside down �V� at the bottom. The jacket stopped a few inches above his belly button, which had a dangling piercing and a bar code tattoo off to the side. In the back the jacket at a tail that dragged on the ground behind him. He then wore shiny red pants very low to match the gloves, a shiny black belt on his waist with a gold buckle. Then black shiny boots that went to the middle of his calves. Duke�s manager and formal model, Pegasus, stepped out of the car and walked confidently behind Duke in a red suite with gold trimming and a gold tie, and shiny red dress shoes.
�Wow. Those two are a hot pair, huh?� Joan chuckled.
�They sure are, mom� Melissa smiled at the camera in front of her.
�Oh who could it be now?!� Joan said excited, a black stretch limo pulling up.
�It�s Yami, the boy of punk!� Melissa said happily.
�I believe its �Punk Boi�� Joan corrected her daughter with a smile.
Yami confidently stepped out of his limo, his crimson eyes matching his confident smirk. He wore a red leather coat with long sleeves and went to his ankles, red feathers at the end of the sleeves of the coat, the long collar that went across his shoulders having red feathers all the way around. He then wore a white � shirt, an upside down �V� on the bottom, the shirt stopping just below his chest. Around his neck he wore a long necklace with a long red feather on it on brown leather string, the feather easily swaying as he walked. He then wore a golden choker with a red jewel hanging from it, a string of three smaller red jewels connected with gold hanging from the larger jewel. He then had on shiny black leather pants with a golden belt with green oval stones between the gold, a large green stone as the buckle, the flare leather pants leading down to his brown leather �work� boots. Yugi walked behind his client wearing a purple vest buttoned all the way up and tight leather pants and combat boots, his arms adorned with black plastic bracelets and his fingers with silver rings.
�He�s so original! I love his outfit!� Melissa beamed.
�Isn�t his little manager adorable? I just want to put him with my Beanie Baby collection!� Joan laughed, getting a look from her daughter.
�Anyway, we have one more model we�re waiting for. Let�s hope Mr. Sexy isn�t late� Melissa smiled with a giggle.
�Oh, I think this is him now!� Joan smiled, a white Hummer stretch limo pulling up.
The crowd went wild as Seto stepped out of the limo and he strutted down the carpet, keeping his eyes forward and a straight face. He wore a black duster with two black buckles on each upper arm. He then wore a sheer dark blue dress shirt, only the three middle buttons buttoned, his chest being revealed and his slender, yet built stomach. He then wore black leather pants with a black snake skin belt very low on his hips, followed by black snake skin dress shoes. Gozaburo followed behind his client, obliging to give comments to the reporters in his business like brown suit.
�He is so fine, oh my god!� Melissa stated with a girly smile.
�Now let�s go inside to see which of the top five male models will win the Male Model of the Year Award!� Joan said excitedly in to the cameras.
�I hope you win. You�ve worked so hard� Ryou whispered to Bakura as they took their seats at a table.
�I�d better win� Bakura grumbled, lighting a cigarette.
�Are you aloud to smoke in here? I don�t think you�re aloud to smoke in here. You really shouldn�t smoke anyway, it�ll take years away from you� Ryou said in his usual paranoid way, his foot tapping the floor nervously.
�Well then smoke for me, you need to relax� Bakura shoved his cigarette in Ryou�s mouth and angrily crossed his arms.
Ryou sighed and took the tobacco product out of his mouth and put it out, �I�m sorry. I�m really worried about Malik and Seto. They�re very popular and Yami and Duke are doing well too.�
�Oh, Bakura�s starring at me again� Malik whispered to Marik as they sat at their own reserved seats.
�You�d better win this thing. We�ve worked too hard for you not to� Marik said dryly, �Stop thinking about boys for one second and concentrate, people are watching you� he reminded.
Malik sighed and looked away from Bakura�s direction, �Sorry. You know I didn�t eat for a week so I�d look good tonight. And I worked out extra hard. I�ll be so disappointed. I can�t let Seto walk away with the award this year.�
�No, you can�t� Marik agreed.
Malik knew he�d probably be punished as usual if he didn�t meet Marik�s expectations. With a sigh Malik put on a smile when another model waved at him.
�I am so nervous. The competition is so harsh this year� Yugi said to Yami, reaching across the table to put one hair back in place on Yami, �We should have used more hair glue� he sighed.
�I�m fine� Yami shooed Yugi�s hand away and looked at Seto, �Its because he�s tall, isn�t it? I hate him� he mumbled to himself.
�Oh be a good sport, Yami. He is a few months older than you so he�ll age quicker� Yugi smiled.
�None of them have a chance. And look at Malik�s outfit, what is that? I wouldn�t be caught dead wearing that� Duke shook his head.
�It�s the latest by Schiemhier, you know� Pegasus pointed out, �One of the most famous designers. What I�d laugh at is Yami�s outfit. Did he go all the way to Texas for that?� Pegasus chuckled, drinking some wine.
//I liked it// Duke thought, �Yeah, really� he gave a small laugh as well.
�Look how nervous they all are. You�re going to get this for the second time, no problem� Gozaburo smiled greedily.
Seto just nodded, trying to have more energy than he did. Gozaburo hardly let him eat at all and actually taught him how to throw up food. And for being so tall it was hell for his energy level. Even after a few years he still wasn�t completely use to the starving feeling.
�Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the Male Model of the Year Award!� the host said as he stepped up to the podium on an elaborately decorated stage, the crowd hushing. �As you all know the five candidates for tonight are in no particular order: Seto Kaiba, or �Mr. Sexy�. Duke Devlin, or �Player�. Yami Motou, or �Punk Boi�. Malik Isthar, or �Fuckalicious�, and Bakura Ryou, or �Bad Boy�� the man announced, each model appearing on two large screens live in the building, audience clapping for each. �And now we�ll watch a short piece for each model� the man smiled and looked up at one of the screens, the lights dimming.
First came Duke, who was sitting in a chair, the interviewer off screen.
�Well, what modeling really means to me is showing other men out there to be confident and fashionable. There�s nothing wrong with wanting to look good, you know?� Duke chuckled on the tape, then the segment cut to later in the interview. �I actually like to go to the big cities for fun� he began, the tape going to show some footage of him at casinos and some pictures of poses he did as he talked. �I�m pretty damn good at the games and any money I do win I donate to charities like free cosmetic surgery for the less fortunate and ugly� he chuckled. �I mean, everyone has the right to be beautiful, you know? And I just want to give that to people� Duke smiled.
Next came Bakura, who sat in a chair in a home setting smoking a cigarette, �Why should I win? I�ll tell you why� he began, the tape going to clips of modeling shows he went to and pictures of his poses, �Because I am completely myself. I�m not one of those other fuckers who pretend whatever the fucking people want to get to the top. Who I am as a model is the same fucking person I am in real life. And I don�t forget the reality of life, either, unlike those pussys who live in fantasy worlds. I know there�s people out their fucking starving and working hard for the shit they get paid.� The segment moved later in the interview, �Why did I become a model? I�m fucking hot for one� Bakura gave a small smirk before frowning again as he usually did, �And to show people to just be their fucking selves. I get sick of seeing people trying to be something their not just to fit in. I like the shit I wears, I don�t model anything I wouldn�t normally wear or like. And I could give a rat�s ass what people think of me. Sure I wanna win the fucking award, but its not because I�ll think everyone loves me. To me it�ll mean I�m the best and I was able to remain myself to fucking get there� Bakura concluded, all his curse words beeped out in the tape.
After Bakura came Malik, who was being interviewed by a pool and he sat in a speedo with sunglasses on as he was being talked to. �Oh its definitely all about the clothes, honey. The clothes, the attention. I was born hot and sexy and to be in the spot light. And I just like it when I can make people feel good about themselves. That�s what modeling really is. It gives the normal people guidelines to fashion and motivation to look their best. Everyone needs to always look fabulous and show the world what their made of� he smiled. Clips and pictures being shown as he spoke. �If I wasn�t a model what would I do? Hm�how can I decide I just love it so much� Malik laughed, �But seriously, maybe a rock star or something� he chuckled, �Most people don�t think I can sing but I can. That�s why I originally came to Cali, but ended up in front of cameras instead of microphones� he shrugged, �I guess I�m just too beautiful.�
Yami then appeared on the screen in a studio, the interviewer apparently talking to him between shoots. �See, I�m different from other models because I�m not self-centered and stuck up like them. I want to use my money and fame to help people. I donate to charities and to schools� he began, the footage and photos now appearing. �I model �punk� clothing and sometimes look like a �bad� influence, but its really just showing different sides of emotion. And it also shows you can dress cool and still be a good person, because I am a good person. I would consider myself a very good role model� Yami chuckled, �And a good model.�

Lastly was Seto, who was outside in a horse riding outfit, a horse in the background. �I�d say the positives of being a model is being assured time to stay in shape, you know? I like to be active and healthy and modeling definitely lets me do that. And of course the money, I know you were waiting for me to say that� Seto gave a charming chuckle, the clips and photos showing now as well. �The negatives would be the busy schedules I suppose. The media and the knowledge that you have such an influence on people. At least for me, that is always in my mind.� The segment went to a later time in the interview. �What might I do after modeling? Perhaps become a manager for new models, help them get through the career� he answered with a thoughtful nod.
The screen went back to the live cameras and the lights brightened slightly. The host came back on the stage with an envelope in hand.
�Well, now that we�ve all met the candidates and have chosen who we want to win, let�s see who will be awarded as the best male model for the year� he said enthusiastically. Everyone in the building seemed to hold their breath as the man opened the envelope. �And the Best Male Model of the Year is�Malik Isthar!� the man shouted, the crowd up roaring in applause.
Malik smiled and confidently went to the stage, taking the golden statue award and stood in front of the podium, waiting for the clapping and whistling to die down.
�Wow, this is really amazing� he said with a big smile. �I�d like to thank my manager, Marik, and everyone who helped get this. I love you all thank you so much! Be beautiful!� Malik beamed and was guided back stage for comments by the press, Marik getting up to go join his client.
�I can NOT believe that little bastard fucking won� Bakura grumbled as he stood to leave.
�Bakura, wait!� Ryou hurriedly stood to follow his client.
�How the hell did he win? Did you see how stuck up he was?� Yami complained with a sigh.
�Well, there�s always next year� Yugi knew his comment didn�t help and he bit his lower lip, hoping it wasn�t is fault; after all, he was Yami�s manager.
�It had to have been that stupid outfit� Duke pouted, crossing his arms and legs, �Oh god, what if I�m not skinny enough? I�m fat, aren�t I?� Duke asked Pegasus, wrapping his arms around his waist, �Oh hell, its my thighs. I have fatty thighs� he said in despair.
Pegasus looked at Duke�s bony thighs, �Maybe. We�ll have to work on that. Come on, we have an after party to go to.�
�You couldn�t be more energetic? God, Seto, they like bubbly. They like energy. Be happy to be famous and rich for God�s sake. Selfish must be in this year� Gozaburo shook his head. �I can see it now, Malik won because he �captured the essence, the real meaning of what it means to be a model�� he said displeased.
�They probably will say something like that. I try to be energetic. I�m just so�tired� Seto mumbled, looking at his small glass of water.
�Tired?� Gozaburo leaned forward, �You take those stimulant pills. That�s it, Seto. If you don�t get it next year you�re done. You�ll never work as a model again. Know why? I�ll drop you like a hot cake. I�ll get someone new, someone like that Malik kid. Maybe I�ll take him from his manager. Offer him more money� Gozaburo smirked when he noticed the angry, competitive spark in Seto�s eyes.
�Fine. I�ll be more energetic� Seto glared, looking away from the water; it�d just make him gain water weight anyway.
That morning Malik lay sleeping in his Cali king size bed in his room when Marik walked in, opening the curtains.
�Wake up� Marik said, pulling the sheets off of Malik, not caring he was nude.
�What?� Malik groaned, pulling a sheet back over himself and looked up at his manager.
Marik crossed his arms, �I have good news. I just got a phone call. You are in desire� he smirked.
Malik rolled his eyes, �In English�or Egyptian�just make it make sense� he said, crawling out of his bed and putting on a silk lavender robe.
�You know the world famous photographer/artist/director Kairon Saribous?� Marik smiled when Malik began to pay more attention, �He wants you to be in his new theme� Marik informed.
Malik�s eyes widened, �Oh my god! Oh my god! He wants me! What do I wear? Where am I going? What is it?� Malik asked.
�Well if you stop being a drama queen for a second I�ll tell you. He wants to tell you he wouldn�t tell me. Nevertheless, we are going to his mansion. He did mention you�ll be working with other models, though� Marik pointed out.
��Oh�ok. That�s fine� Malik nodded, �Are we going today?�
�Yes. I�ve already picked out what you�re going to wear. Its hanging in your closet. You have four hours to get ready� Marik looked at a maid come in with a tray with a glass of water and exactly 10 grapes in a small bowl, a laxative pill laying in the spoon. �Oh good, your breakfast is here. Remember, eat slow so you�ll digest it� Marik said as he walked out of the room.
Malik sighed and ate the grapes and swallowed the laxative pill with the water. He then showered and dressed in the clothes Marik got out for him. A white tube top with straps that tied behind his neck and a white net part that clinged to his skin like the rest of the shirt that went down to his navel. Then white flare pants that were all the net mesh, with built in white thong underwear and then solid material at the knees. Malik then put on the white K-Swiss shoes and went to the door of his bedroom and poked his head out, finding Marik sitting in a chair reading a magazine.
�I�m ready for the accessories� Malik informed.
Marik stood and went in to Malik�s bedroom, looking at the outfit he picked out, �Looks good on you. Now let�s see�� Marik went over to Malik�s dresser and took out two golden arm bands and put them right about Malik�s biceps on each arm.
Next Marik put on the same arm bands all the way up Marik�s forearms and stood back as if examining a piece of art work.
�That�ll work. I don�t want you to be too flashy today� Marik said and went to the bathroom, Malik following. �You�re lucky I�m able to do all this. Some people have someone to do everything� Marik said as Malik sat down at a vanity table in a hair dresser�s chair.
Marik proceeded to put black eyeliner expertly on Malik�s eyes and light mascara. He then plucked any hairs he needed to and put makeup on Malik�s tanned face. And just a bit of gloss on his lips.
�Beautiful� Marik smiled, proud of his work, �Now come on we need to go. It�s a long drive� he said, walking out of the bathroom and bedroom, Malik following.
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SecretSoul: oh what could I be up to now? Not the longest chapter in my writing history, but w/e. this will be by far the MOST sexy fic I�ve ever done. Not that the plot wil be weak or w/e, but you�ll see in the next chapter. This is going to be H-O-T ^_^ hot steamy yummy good stuff. I�ll stop w/ the crazy outfits soon�cause they won�t be wearing any! Lol. Do review ^_~
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