The Sin of Vanity

The alarm rang at 7:30 A.M. and Hiro grunted as he rolled over to hit the snooze button. As he rolled over he noticed that Julio was already out of bed. He scratched his head slightly and slowly got out from bed, Julio was probably in his workshop. He walked out into the hallway and made his way into the bathroom. The bathroom was completely white, pearl sinks, toilet and tub. And a lily flower patterened shower curtain. He slipped off his clothes and walked into the shower, turning the knob for the hot water and let the steamy liquid patter down his chest, sighing in relief of relaxation. There was no better way to wake him up. He soaked his hair and applied the strawberry shampoo and rinsed it out as he washed the rest of his body. His relaxation stopped and his heart ran cold as he heard the bathroom door open, the figure making it's way to the shower, he saw the shadow and it reminded him of the shadow in his dream, no.. it couldn't be! The figure opened the curtain with a quick movement and Hiro screamed as Julio shouted 'Boo!' with a grin on his face as he stood there stark naked.

"Dammit Julio! You scared the shit out of me!" Hiro yelled, glaring coldly, ocean blue eyes turning into a cold iceberg color "I thought you were- nevermind.." he growled, looking down and mutter to himself. Why had he been so foolish? It was just a dream right? There was nothing to overreact about. But it seemed so real, but that was the point of dreams wasn't it? To seem so real as if you were there, dammit nothing made sense anymore.

"Sorry, I heard the shower water turning on so I thought I'd join you before your big day," Julio replied with a smirk and stepped in, arms wrapping themselves around Hiro's slender shoulders. "Who did you think I was, the boogeyman?" He joked as he nuzzled his neck. True, Julio didn't bother Hiro much when he was in the shower so he probably didn't expect it. But that was the fun of it all, the small moment of fear before you strike your victory.

A soft sigh left him as he rested his head on one of Julio's arms, just enjoying the moment of living. Julio's warm body against his back, his heardbeat pounding against his back, his soft breathing against his neck, and his warm fingertips making their way down to Hiro's manhood. His breathing movements picked up as Julio's fingers dominatly groped and stroked his member. He bit back a moan and panted softly as his member became hard and Julio stroked it softly.

Julio gritted his teeth in pure pleasured and grinded his member against Hiro's backside, not entering yet, oh no not yet. You have to make careful planning, and time everything perfect. He rested his head on Hiro's shoulder as he breathed against his awaiting neck, licking it slowly, then taking nibbles, then turning it into a large bite which made Hiro jump up yelp.

"Dammit Julio!" he started, panting as he was still in pleasure as he tried to be angry. "No marks, I've told you, I have the shoot today!" He scowled; or at least tried, it was very funny to Julio, Hiro trying to make a mad face while trying to deny the pleasure he was giving him. Though Julio had to respect this, Hiro couldn't ruin his reputation with a hickey durring a shooting, it might make the media turn him into some sex obsessed freak. And they might try to pry who he's going with, then that would be more devistating that one of the most famous models is gay. Bad publicity much?

"Sorry, hun. You know how I get after my morning coffee," Julio retorted simply with a sly grin as he nipped Hiro's ear softly and then stopped his movements on Hiro's manhood, using his hands and grabbed the bottle of conditioner (it made great lube) and poured some onto his fingers, entering them into Hiro's entrance. Loving the warmness that came from inside him, feeling him wriggle and writhe in pleasure, the power he had with two little fingers. He loved how Hiro tried to deny his own pleasure, it was adorable actually.

"J-Julio, hurry, please.." Hiro whimpered, his arm propped against the wall of the shower and rested his head on it as he bent over for his lover. He didn't know why they acted differently when they made love, but he didn't care, this was the person he loved, this was the person he was going to spend the rest of his life with.

"Gladly." Was all Julio said as he replaced his fingers with his own hard member and started to thrust deep inside of Hiro, ravashing him. His free hand stroking Hiro again, it was all about the timing, and his timing would be perfect, he calculated this every time and it ended up in the same manner. He moaned himself, enjoying the inviting warmness inside of Hiro.

Hiro squirmed and groaned in pleasure, panting 'faster, faster' as he felt Julio deep inside him. Moaning louder and louder. Then a jolt of energy shot over him."JULIO!" He screamed as he came against the shower wall and Julio came inside of Hiro at the same time, Hiro leaned against the wall panting as Julio leaned against Hiro.

"Now get dressed, you don't want to be late do you?" Julio smiled, turning off the shower knob. Stepping out of the shower and grabbed a towel and started to dry himself off, rubbing it against his red hair, which left it frizzy and funny looking, enough to make Hiro chuckle. But it didn't matter, Julio would be in his studio all day. Unless his friend Jackie came over, she always randomly came up, spitting out her opinions and critisizing his art. You can't critisize art, it's art!

Hiro stepped out as welll, only to be taken away by Julio who wrapped the towel around him and pulled him closer to him until they were touching chest to chest inside the towel. He kissed him passionantly on the lips, adding a little tongue to spice up the moment, Julio did as much as he could to keep the relationship going, since they were apart so much it was hard to keep in contact, that's why he was so physical with Hiro, and Hiro really didn't mind at all. "I can't get going with you trapping me like this," Hiro smirked slightly as Julio blinked slightly and let them go. Putting on his own clothes and returned to the studio.

Hiro finished drying off and put on a new set of clothes he set aside. It didn't matter what he wore, the shootings always had outfits preset for him to wear for the runway show. He looked at himself in the mirror and shook his head slightly with a smile. Glad to be alive, glad to finally have someone who cared about him, not his body. Not like the dreadful times at the boarding school, no.. he didn't want to return to those horrible years ever again. He was a slab of meat at that school, the prettiest boy in a male boarding school, what else would you expect? He'd been beaten, raped, and emotionally scarred, but when he met Julio, everything was better, Julio protected him, cared for him. Not his looks. "Sometimes I wonder if I even deserve this," he told himself softly as he applied his stage makeup and fixed his hair. Putting on his pendent he got from Julio on his 18th birthday and tucked it under the shirt. He always wore it durring his shows, under his clothing of course, but it was always good luck for him.

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"Hiro Tsunaku you are five minutes late, honey what kept you so long?" A large looking female asked, tapping her foot against the blue carpet floor as she glared at him through her red framed glasses. Her bleached blonde curled hair sparking out everywhere. This was Yana Thompson, Hiro's manager. She was a pain in the ass most of the time and a grouch, but if you caught her in a good mood she could really be a great person. She found Hiro when he was auditioning for a play, he was horrible at acting but Yana saw that he could be a great model, and well, here he is now. Ranked number one model in San Diego, California. All thanks to her connections he was able to find a place to stay in California instead of going back to New York. Julio was skeptical, but decided that if this is what Hiro wanted then he could move his workshop, and it all worked out okay. Julio found a great person to distribute his art to the local creatives museum.

"Yana I'm sorry, I got caught up in traffic, and it's only five minutes chill." Hiro grinned, but then frowned as he saw this upsetted her more. And that's one thing no one ever wanted to do. Even Yana's mother was afraid of her! And her mother was scary too. Hiro remembered the time when she came to support one of Yana's shows, they both overreacted and the whole audience left before the heat continued.

"CHILL!?" She yelled angrilly. "You don't know how many people I've talked you to get this gig, so don't tell me to 'CHILL'!" She hissed slightly and pushed him into the dressing room. "You have seventeen outfits to model, they're all numbered, so get into number three quickly and come back to me!" She said, as if about to pop a vein and left him, he heard her yelling at someone else, she was constantly on PMS or something.

Hiro looked at the outfit he had to model first, number three. What was the point of numbering them if he was going to use number three first? Oh well, it looked okay, a pair of black leather pants with a black leather vest with lepeord print pockets to go with it. No undershirt or anything. Cowboy rodeo? Probably. Sometimes he felt like he was dressing up for some porno, the outfits were sometimes really out there. He quickly changed into it and met back with Yana who looked like she was about to explode into bright red sparks. "Ready!" He said with a bright grin.

"Alright.." Yana said slowly, trying to calm down. "Now we've combined leopard print and leather so this is a real naughty combination if you catch my drift," She chuckled with her smug grin, quite proud of the joke she thought was hilarious. "So you're going to need to be more slutty, more vivacious, more lustful, more- " "I get it!" Hiro yelled gritting his teeth, blushing. Great, he got to be a peice of cake for his hungry audience, damn Yana and her gigs!

"And now stepping in on the runway, our very own Hiro Tsunaku!" The announcer said graciously as Hiro stepped out onto the platform, wearing leather boots with patches of leopard fur on them, of course. He slowly walked, tracing each step very subtly. Trying to look like he does without sex for a week, and after this morning he didn't accomplish this very well, he managed to get cheers and whistles from the crowd when he got to the end and slapped his rear in front of them, getting a satisfying spank noise from the leather. Walking back up the runway triumphantly with a grin on his face.

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"Fourteen outfits down, three to go." Hiro told himself as he made his way back to the dressing room, it was already 1:30 P.M. and he was exhausted. He looked at number 24 which he was supposed to wear next, short shorts and a belly shirt. Mixing both baby pinks and baby blues. He rolled his eyes at another one of Yana's 'Looking good, baby.' puns and put it on, he looked at the shoes that went with it, some sneakers which were a shade of red. He didn't know why they bothered mixing red it went horrid with it. But then again who's to say what's abnormal in the fashion scene nowadays.

"And Tsunaku has returned, styling a very cute outfit. This style uses Binakki Short short shorts, and Igloo's Cut belly tops, not to mention very fashionable, yet retro speakers from All-Star." The announcer said, always sounding positive. Hiro didn't know why but he hated the announcer, probably because she sounded so happy all the time as his day got more and more groggy. But that isn't what made him feel uneasy, he felt like he was being watched for some strange reason. Well of course he was being watched he's in a fashion show, but someone really watching. He looked foward as he walked down and looked into the crowd, his heart went all the way into his stomach as he saw someone. This, person. Somehow, he knew it was the person in his dream! This was the person who had been haunting him!

And that's when he stepped and fell off the runway. And everything went black.