Fic: Model
Title: Model
Fandom: Tsuabsa Reservoir Chronicles
Pairings and Characters: KuroFai, Tomoyo
Rating: PG - 13
Prompt: "Model!Kurogane and stylist!Fai. They meet by chance and things start from there. I'm sure a few of you know this is based on a great pic too~"
Notes: Written for the CLAMPkink meme, though there is no explicit porn. Sorry I fail at porn I'm a failure at life waaah. Also I hate the way this ends, but I've never been very good at endings, so... xD Anyway, I hope you enjoy. :D And yes, their first conversation is pretty much directly referencing konnichipuu's comic.
They had met by chance.
Kurogane had never really been interested in the modeling profession, but when he was going to be starting college, he had realized he needed a job in order to get by. Tomoyo, as a photographer for many high-end fashion companies, had recruited him as a model. And really, it wasn’t work that was all that difficult. He was mostly requested for underwear and beach clothing shoots, and basically anything that left him without a shirt. His default aloof expression worked well, since that’s usually what they wanted from him anyway.
No, the modeling jobs Kurogane got were hardly strenuous for him, so he kept up with it, even after graduation. He still searched for a job relevant to his degree, of course, but it was quite difficult, and as long as he had easy money that paid the bills and put food on the table he wasn’t going to give it up now. Even if he did have to shave his legs. (What was it that people had against normal body hair? Seriously.)
A few months had passed since Kurogane had gotten his degree, and the 22-year-old had yet to find a job in the field. Because of this, he was rather more grumpy than usual at today’s shoot - another underwear line. Adorned in yet another pair of ass-hugging boxer-briefs (this time a warm brown), Kurogane waited not-so-patiently for the stylist.
“Shouldn’t he be here already?” he asked Tomoyo irritably, deciding mentally that this stylist was a dick for being so late.
“But Kurogane, he’s a busy man! He’s one of the best stylists in the industry, and I’m sure he has a very good reason for being late,” Tomoyo answered in that calm, almost patronizing tone. Kurogane grumbled, but said no more as Tomoyo’s visage suddenly lit up.
“Oh, here he is now! Fai-chan! Over here!”
Kurogane’s first impression of the man was that if he got any more flamboyant, he would most certainly be a woman. Or maybe a cross-dresser, but he wasn’t so sure the articles of remarkably tight clothing the man wore hadn’t already come from the women’s section of the store. He was pretty sure some of the girls at his old college had worn similar outfits to interviews.
His second thought was that the blonde man was ridiculously happy for someone who was so busy. there was a difference between enjoying one’s job, and wearing a smile so bright it could probably cause blindness to anyone who stared at it too long. Like the sun, but more artificial.
By this point, the stylist had reached where the two were standing. He bowed deeply in greeting.
“Good afternoon Tomoyo-chan. I’m terribly sorry for being late. The last shoot took longer than I expected,” he explained, glancing at Kurogane. “And I presume this is our model today? He seems so grumpy~ Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome is a grumpy puppy~”
“What the hell did you just call me? It’s Kurogane, you idiot!”
“Hyuuu, Kuro-chan is definitely a big, grumpy puppy~”
Kurogane just barely managed to hold back his scream of rage, but he could see the laughter dancing in the stylist’s eyes. Asshole.
“Well, I think the first thing we need to do is oil up those rippling muscles of Kuro-puu’s. Everyone appreciates that ‘I just worked out’ glisten,” Fai continued, suddenly serious. For the most part. “It might not hurt to bring out his old friend, Mr. Comb, as well~”
“Me and fucking ‘Mr. Comb’ are not friends, moron.”
“...That would explain a lot,” Fai said with a laugh. Kurogane glared at him.
After a few moments of looking Kurogane over, Fai finally got to work, making good on his promise to oil the man’s muscles down. And quite copiously, Kurogane thought to himself. Was that much ‘glisten’ even necessary?
Still, when the stylist was done, even Kurogane noticed (completely objectively, of course) he looked better than he had in any other shoot. Though he would never actually admit this to anyone, even under the threat of death. That didn’t make the man and his obnoxiously bubbly persona any less irritating.
----------- intros are lame --------------
When they finished the shoot, Kurogane thought it would be the last time he saw the flamboyantly irritating stylist. After all, he was sure to find a job soon, right? And then he wouldn’t have to model as regularly anymore, if at all, hence he would never need to run into the stylist again.
Unfortunately, fate tended to be a sly son of a bitch. A couple months passed, and Kurogane found himself at yet another photo shoot, still unable to find his desired job.
This time, it was a men’s formalwear warehouse that had recruited him, meaning he was expected to look as manly as possible in a suit. He arrived early, as usual, and wasn’t forced to wait long before that familiar, synthetically dazzling smile waltzed through the doors.
Kurogane would later hate himself for being so surprised to meet the blonde stylist a second time. Tomoyo had said he was the best in the business, and as long as Kurogane was still in the same business, it was inevitable that they would be working together on certain shoots.
Again, Kurogane was impressed by how skilled the idiotic blonde was at his job. All that had been done was an artful rumpling of the suit. The shirt had been mostly unbuttoned, save for the very bottom, and the tie was left hanging loosely around his neck. But instead of looking like the usual “staged casual” image, Kurogane found he looked entirely natural in the pictures, almost as if they were candids. (Except he didn’t make a habit of wearing suits and lounging around in them with unopened alcohol nearby, but that was probably being a bit too nit-picky.)
He knew that had been mostly due to the blonde stylist. He had picked up on Kurogane’s natural attitude, and instead of trying to fake an image, he had played on the man’s existing characteristics. The blonde really did have a lot of talent.
------------- Kurogane is very observant -------------------
It wasn’t until much later that Kurogane noticed how close they had grown as they worked together more and more frequently.
For some reason, Fai had been particularly distant upon arriving at the day’s shoot, and his smiles, though as wide as ever, didn’t seem to be quite reaching his eyes.
Kurogane didn’t know how to breach the subject with the man. He had never been one with words. Instead, he pulled Tomoyo off to a quiet corner of the site, out of earshot of the blonde.
“What’s up with him?” was all Kurogane said, watching the stylist fake enthusiasm about whatever another crew member was talking about.
“Oh, you didn’t know?” Tomoyo responded, a sad look in her eye. “Today was the day his brother died.”
Kurogane said nothing more, until he and the stylist in question were tucked safely away in the dressing room.
“You know, you don’t have to smile if you don’t feel like it. At least not in here.”
The blonde’s cheerful act did, indeed, drop at the model’s words, replaced by bemusement. After a moment, Fai’s expression molded again into another smile, this time much softer and fonder, and far more truthful than anything Kurogane had seen all day.
Kurogane did his best to ignore the sudden warmth that spread through him as the stylist returned to his work.
------------lulzorz this is longer than I anticipated---------------------
Even if Kurogane had originally anticipated his first kiss with the blonde, he never would have expected it to turn out like this. In fact, if he was being honest, he wouldn’t have anticipated a kiss with anyone to turn out like this, but then again, here they were.
It had been yet another bathing suit shot (Kurogane had been able to wear regular swim trunks instead of a speedo this time), and Fai had been oiling up his chest, as usual. The blonde had been kneeling before the taller man to ensure even coverage from the top of the torso to the bottom. He had straightened up, and his face had been so close to Kurogane’s, and the next thing they knew, their bodies had closed the distance between them, and their lips were locked.
It wasn’t a glorious kiss by any means - it was sloppy and hurried, with teeth clashing and mouths slightly missing the mark in the rush. Still, Kurogane lamented when it ended moments later, the two needing to part for breath. They were both a little pink, and with a soft little cough, Fai untangled his fingers from black hair (when had that happened?), and returned to his work.
The rest of the shoot was both awkward and sexually charged in a way Kurogane had never thought was possible. They parted without saying much more to one another, still lost in their own thoughts on this new development.
--------------- but it’s also shorter lol oops -----------------
Months of sexual tension and heated make-out sessions in the make-up trailer in solo shoots finally built up to their first time together. Neither man was a virgin (the idea of remaining pure until marriage was not something either was prone to believe), which made the whole experience a lot smoother.
Kurogane hadn’t exactly been with another man before, but Fai was experienced enough to guide him through the trickier parts. Even without the virgin factor, there were more than enough uncertain moments between them as their bodies learned to work with one another.
Neither man minded this fact, though. The road to this point had been long, and a bit difficult as they learned to coexist with one another. It wasn’t the greatest night they had ever experienced by any means, but it was enough. And they knew there would be many more nights spent together, just like this.
No, it wasn’t perfect, and it was never what they had expected. But in the end, it had always been inevitable.
Fandom: Tsuabsa Reservoir Chronicles
Pairings and Characters: KuroFai, Tomoyo
Rating: PG - 13
Prompt: "Model!Kurogane and stylist!Fai. They meet by chance and things start from there. I'm sure a few of you know this is based on a great pic too~"
Notes: Written for the CLAMPkink meme, though there is no explicit porn. Sorry I fail at porn I'm a failure at life waaah. Also I hate the way this ends, but I've never been very good at endings, so... xD Anyway, I hope you enjoy. :D And yes, their first conversation is pretty much directly referencing konnichipuu's comic.
They had met by chance.
Kurogane had never really been interested in the modeling profession, but when he was going to be starting college, he had realized he needed a job in order to get by. Tomoyo, as a photographer for many high-end fashion companies, had recruited him as a model. And really, it wasn’t work that was all that difficult. He was mostly requested for underwear and beach clothing shoots, and basically anything that left him without a shirt. His default aloof expression worked well, since that’s usually what they wanted from him anyway.
No, the modeling jobs Kurogane got were hardly strenuous for him, so he kept up with it, even after graduation. He still searched for a job relevant to his degree, of course, but it was quite difficult, and as long as he had easy money that paid the bills and put food on the table he wasn’t going to give it up now. Even if he did have to shave his legs. (What was it that people had against normal body hair? Seriously.)
A few months had passed since Kurogane had gotten his degree, and the 22-year-old had yet to find a job in the field. Because of this, he was rather more grumpy than usual at today’s shoot - another underwear line. Adorned in yet another pair of ass-hugging boxer-briefs (this time a warm brown), Kurogane waited not-so-patiently for the stylist.
“Shouldn’t he be here already?” he asked Tomoyo irritably, deciding mentally that this stylist was a dick for being so late.
“But Kurogane, he’s a busy man! He’s one of the best stylists in the industry, and I’m sure he has a very good reason for being late,” Tomoyo answered in that calm, almost patronizing tone. Kurogane grumbled, but said no more as Tomoyo’s visage suddenly lit up.
“Oh, here he is now! Fai-chan! Over here!”
Kurogane’s first impression of the man was that if he got any more flamboyant, he would most certainly be a woman. Or maybe a cross-dresser, but he wasn’t so sure the articles of remarkably tight clothing the man wore hadn’t already come from the women’s section of the store. He was pretty sure some of the girls at his old college had worn similar outfits to interviews.
His second thought was that the blonde man was ridiculously happy for someone who was so busy. there was a difference between enjoying one’s job, and wearing a smile so bright it could probably cause blindness to anyone who stared at it too long. Like the sun, but more artificial.
By this point, the stylist had reached where the two were standing. He bowed deeply in greeting.
“Good afternoon Tomoyo-chan. I’m terribly sorry for being late. The last shoot took longer than I expected,” he explained, glancing at Kurogane. “And I presume this is our model today? He seems so grumpy~ Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome is a grumpy puppy~”
“What the hell did you just call me? It’s Kurogane, you idiot!”
“Hyuuu, Kuro-chan is definitely a big, grumpy puppy~”
Kurogane just barely managed to hold back his scream of rage, but he could see the laughter dancing in the stylist’s eyes. Asshole.
“Well, I think the first thing we need to do is oil up those rippling muscles of Kuro-puu’s. Everyone appreciates that ‘I just worked out’ glisten,” Fai continued, suddenly serious. For the most part. “It might not hurt to bring out his old friend, Mr. Comb, as well~”
“Me and fucking ‘Mr. Comb’ are not friends, moron.”
“...That would explain a lot,” Fai said with a laugh. Kurogane glared at him.
After a few moments of looking Kurogane over, Fai finally got to work, making good on his promise to oil the man’s muscles down. And quite copiously, Kurogane thought to himself. Was that much ‘glisten’ even necessary?
Still, when the stylist was done, even Kurogane noticed (completely objectively, of course) he looked better than he had in any other shoot. Though he would never actually admit this to anyone, even under the threat of death. That didn’t make the man and his obnoxiously bubbly persona any less irritating.
----------- intros are lame --------------
When they finished the shoot, Kurogane thought it would be the last time he saw the flamboyantly irritating stylist. After all, he was sure to find a job soon, right? And then he wouldn’t have to model as regularly anymore, if at all, hence he would never need to run into the stylist again.
Unfortunately, fate tended to be a sly son of a bitch. A couple months passed, and Kurogane found himself at yet another photo shoot, still unable to find his desired job.
This time, it was a men’s formalwear warehouse that had recruited him, meaning he was expected to look as manly as possible in a suit. He arrived early, as usual, and wasn’t forced to wait long before that familiar, synthetically dazzling smile waltzed through the doors.
Kurogane would later hate himself for being so surprised to meet the blonde stylist a second time. Tomoyo had said he was the best in the business, and as long as Kurogane was still in the same business, it was inevitable that they would be working together on certain shoots.
Again, Kurogane was impressed by how skilled the idiotic blonde was at his job. All that had been done was an artful rumpling of the suit. The shirt had been mostly unbuttoned, save for the very bottom, and the tie was left hanging loosely around his neck. But instead of looking like the usual “staged casual” image, Kurogane found he looked entirely natural in the pictures, almost as if they were candids. (Except he didn’t make a habit of wearing suits and lounging around in them with unopened alcohol nearby, but that was probably being a bit too nit-picky.)
He knew that had been mostly due to the blonde stylist. He had picked up on Kurogane’s natural attitude, and instead of trying to fake an image, he had played on the man’s existing characteristics. The blonde really did have a lot of talent.
------------- Kurogane is very observant -------------------
It wasn’t until much later that Kurogane noticed how close they had grown as they worked together more and more frequently.
For some reason, Fai had been particularly distant upon arriving at the day’s shoot, and his smiles, though as wide as ever, didn’t seem to be quite reaching his eyes.
Kurogane didn’t know how to breach the subject with the man. He had never been one with words. Instead, he pulled Tomoyo off to a quiet corner of the site, out of earshot of the blonde.
“What’s up with him?” was all Kurogane said, watching the stylist fake enthusiasm about whatever another crew member was talking about.
“Oh, you didn’t know?” Tomoyo responded, a sad look in her eye. “Today was the day his brother died.”
Kurogane said nothing more, until he and the stylist in question were tucked safely away in the dressing room.
“You know, you don’t have to smile if you don’t feel like it. At least not in here.”
The blonde’s cheerful act did, indeed, drop at the model’s words, replaced by bemusement. After a moment, Fai’s expression molded again into another smile, this time much softer and fonder, and far more truthful than anything Kurogane had seen all day.
Kurogane did his best to ignore the sudden warmth that spread through him as the stylist returned to his work.
------------lulzorz this is longer than I anticipated---------------------
Even if Kurogane had originally anticipated his first kiss with the blonde, he never would have expected it to turn out like this. In fact, if he was being honest, he wouldn’t have anticipated a kiss with anyone to turn out like this, but then again, here they were.
It had been yet another bathing suit shot (Kurogane had been able to wear regular swim trunks instead of a speedo this time), and Fai had been oiling up his chest, as usual. The blonde had been kneeling before the taller man to ensure even coverage from the top of the torso to the bottom. He had straightened up, and his face had been so close to Kurogane’s, and the next thing they knew, their bodies had closed the distance between them, and their lips were locked.
It wasn’t a glorious kiss by any means - it was sloppy and hurried, with teeth clashing and mouths slightly missing the mark in the rush. Still, Kurogane lamented when it ended moments later, the two needing to part for breath. They were both a little pink, and with a soft little cough, Fai untangled his fingers from black hair (when had that happened?), and returned to his work.
The rest of the shoot was both awkward and sexually charged in a way Kurogane had never thought was possible. They parted without saying much more to one another, still lost in their own thoughts on this new development.
--------------- but it’s also shorter lol oops -----------------
Months of sexual tension and heated make-out sessions in the make-up trailer in solo shoots finally built up to their first time together. Neither man was a virgin (the idea of remaining pure until marriage was not something either was prone to believe), which made the whole experience a lot smoother.
Kurogane hadn’t exactly been with another man before, but Fai was experienced enough to guide him through the trickier parts. Even without the virgin factor, there were more than enough uncertain moments between them as their bodies learned to work with one another.
Neither man minded this fact, though. The road to this point had been long, and a bit difficult as they learned to coexist with one another. It wasn’t the greatest night they had ever experienced by any means, but it was enough. And they knew there would be many more nights spent together, just like this.
No, it wasn’t perfect, and it was never what they had expected. But in the end, it had always been inevitable.