Tainted Rose, Gemini's Corruption
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Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
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Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,725
Reviews:
1
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Modeling Possibility
II: Modeling Possibility
(Characters belong to me and Azathoia.)
After an awkward meeting, I told Beaui-Lein about my night, of how I was attacked in the alley, to the guy that saved me. He seemed to think about this awhile as we sat in his empty living room (he had gotten robbed while on a jog or something). “Your savior sounds like a freak,” he finally commented.
“Yeah, I know.” I stood up and dusted off my skirt. “Let’s go stop by my house…”
“Your parents’ house,” he interrupted.
“… so I can change and maybe not help you get a job after all.”
“Wait, what?” He jumped to his feet. “You’ll help me get a job??”
I sighed as I turned to him. “Well, you aren’t horribly ugly,” I told him, walking outside. It took him a minute, but finally he ran out to join me, and we walked to my parents’ place in silence. A few people watched me as we went passed, but I was used to it by now. Even people at my college stared at times. A few professors attempted trying to convince me to dress more appropriately. I remember, I had looked down at myself and back up at them, saying, “According to the dress code, my skirt is not too short, my hair is not too long, and my blouse is not showing too much skin. How is it inappropriate?” They would always shut up after that. There was nothing saying that a male couldn’t dress like a female. They don’t stop the girls from wearing pants, so why stop a guy from wearing a skirt?
We made it to my parents’ house without problem, and went straight to my room. My folks never really cared if I brought friends over; they knew who they all were. Besides, it’s not like any of my friends would steal from us anyway; they’re all too afraid of my dad to try anything. He just has that ‘tough guy’ aura. My mom was different from most moms, mainly because, well, my mom was another guy. My twin brother and I never thought anything wrong about it, but other people seemed to whisper about our family. My brother had just recently gotten into cross dressing himself, and even started designing girls’ clothes, and even dresses and skirts meant for guys. He asked me a week ago if I wouldn’t mind modeling off his new clothes at his first fashion show. It was going to have a runway and everything, with the possibility of live music! “Sooo…” I blinked my eyes when I heard Beaui-Lein’s voice, bringing me back to reality.
“Sorry about that,” I smiled. “My mind wanders sometimes.”
“Welcome to the club,” he said, sitting on my bed.
I walked over to my closet, looking at the different tops. I took out a dark blue one with a whale on it, and little white bubbles. It was so cute! “Now, you want a job, right?” I asked him, taking off my current top and placing it in the basket beside my closet door.
“Right.”
“Well,” I started, pulling the shirt over my head, “Abarei still needs a couple more models.”
“I won’t have to wear a dress, will I?”
I glared at him. “Fine, if you don’t want to get paid, don’t bother.”
He held his hands up. “Alright, alright, I’ll do it… but only because I really need the money.”
“Good boy.” I took off my skirt next and went over to the dresser, looking over my lovely collection.
“Do you have to get naked in front of me?”
“This is my room and I have a right to be naked in it whenever I want,” I stated, pulling out a dark blue miniskirt. I pulled it on and looked at myself in the mirror. I look sexy. Well, I got a closer look at everything. “I’m gonna need to shave again soon, ugh. Why can’t we just be hairless except for what’s on the top of our heads?” I groaned, grabbing a brush to take care of the knots in my hair.
“Gem… That’s a bit too much information.”
“Sorry, sorry.” I put the brush down and grabbed a bottle of hair gel, putting just a little bit into my hair so it wouldn’t look plain, and then I sat on my cute little bean bag chair, designed to look like a big fat skunk full of beads. “Wanna watch some TV?”
Beaui-Lein shrugged his shoulders. “That’s fine… How ‘bout a music channel?”
“Sure,” I agreed, taking my remote off the floor and turning on the small television set. I flipped through a few channels before finding the one for rock music and placed it back down again.
Some of the videos just looked ridiculous, and their knowledge in fashion was severely lacking any… well, fashionable knowledge. Beaui-Lein and I laughed at some of the most ridiculous ones. Why is that guy dressed like a chicken, anyway? After a few hours, a certain music video caught my attention instantly as soon as I saw the singer. That brown hair… those dark brown eyes, so full of emotion… “Oh my god,” I heard myself whisper.
“What is it?” Beaui-Lein asked. “He your type?”
“He’s… he’s the guy that saved me!”
“The one covered in blood?”
“Yes the one covered in blood with the sexy voice and the powerful brown eyes and the hair and… Gah, it’s really him!!” So he was a singer in a band. A sexy singer in a band. A sexy singer in an awesome sounding band. I was thankful when it showed the band’s name and I snatched my phone up, and called my brother. “Abarei, are you still looking for live music?”
(Check out Azathoia's stories Tainted Rose, Ikkaku's Deception and Tainted Rose, Beaui-Lein's Redemption. Enjoy!)
(Characters belong to me and Azathoia.)
After an awkward meeting, I told Beaui-Lein about my night, of how I was attacked in the alley, to the guy that saved me. He seemed to think about this awhile as we sat in his empty living room (he had gotten robbed while on a jog or something). “Your savior sounds like a freak,” he finally commented.
“Yeah, I know.” I stood up and dusted off my skirt. “Let’s go stop by my house…”
“Your parents’ house,” he interrupted.
“… so I can change and maybe not help you get a job after all.”
“Wait, what?” He jumped to his feet. “You’ll help me get a job??”
I sighed as I turned to him. “Well, you aren’t horribly ugly,” I told him, walking outside. It took him a minute, but finally he ran out to join me, and we walked to my parents’ place in silence. A few people watched me as we went passed, but I was used to it by now. Even people at my college stared at times. A few professors attempted trying to convince me to dress more appropriately. I remember, I had looked down at myself and back up at them, saying, “According to the dress code, my skirt is not too short, my hair is not too long, and my blouse is not showing too much skin. How is it inappropriate?” They would always shut up after that. There was nothing saying that a male couldn’t dress like a female. They don’t stop the girls from wearing pants, so why stop a guy from wearing a skirt?
We made it to my parents’ house without problem, and went straight to my room. My folks never really cared if I brought friends over; they knew who they all were. Besides, it’s not like any of my friends would steal from us anyway; they’re all too afraid of my dad to try anything. He just has that ‘tough guy’ aura. My mom was different from most moms, mainly because, well, my mom was another guy. My twin brother and I never thought anything wrong about it, but other people seemed to whisper about our family. My brother had just recently gotten into cross dressing himself, and even started designing girls’ clothes, and even dresses and skirts meant for guys. He asked me a week ago if I wouldn’t mind modeling off his new clothes at his first fashion show. It was going to have a runway and everything, with the possibility of live music! “Sooo…” I blinked my eyes when I heard Beaui-Lein’s voice, bringing me back to reality.
“Sorry about that,” I smiled. “My mind wanders sometimes.”
“Welcome to the club,” he said, sitting on my bed.
I walked over to my closet, looking at the different tops. I took out a dark blue one with a whale on it, and little white bubbles. It was so cute! “Now, you want a job, right?” I asked him, taking off my current top and placing it in the basket beside my closet door.
“Right.”
“Well,” I started, pulling the shirt over my head, “Abarei still needs a couple more models.”
“I won’t have to wear a dress, will I?”
I glared at him. “Fine, if you don’t want to get paid, don’t bother.”
He held his hands up. “Alright, alright, I’ll do it… but only because I really need the money.”
“Good boy.” I took off my skirt next and went over to the dresser, looking over my lovely collection.
“Do you have to get naked in front of me?”
“This is my room and I have a right to be naked in it whenever I want,” I stated, pulling out a dark blue miniskirt. I pulled it on and looked at myself in the mirror. I look sexy. Well, I got a closer look at everything. “I’m gonna need to shave again soon, ugh. Why can’t we just be hairless except for what’s on the top of our heads?” I groaned, grabbing a brush to take care of the knots in my hair.
“Gem… That’s a bit too much information.”
“Sorry, sorry.” I put the brush down and grabbed a bottle of hair gel, putting just a little bit into my hair so it wouldn’t look plain, and then I sat on my cute little bean bag chair, designed to look like a big fat skunk full of beads. “Wanna watch some TV?”
Beaui-Lein shrugged his shoulders. “That’s fine… How ‘bout a music channel?”
“Sure,” I agreed, taking my remote off the floor and turning on the small television set. I flipped through a few channels before finding the one for rock music and placed it back down again.
Some of the videos just looked ridiculous, and their knowledge in fashion was severely lacking any… well, fashionable knowledge. Beaui-Lein and I laughed at some of the most ridiculous ones. Why is that guy dressed like a chicken, anyway? After a few hours, a certain music video caught my attention instantly as soon as I saw the singer. That brown hair… those dark brown eyes, so full of emotion… “Oh my god,” I heard myself whisper.
“What is it?” Beaui-Lein asked. “He your type?”
“He’s… he’s the guy that saved me!”
“The one covered in blood?”
“Yes the one covered in blood with the sexy voice and the powerful brown eyes and the hair and… Gah, it’s really him!!” So he was a singer in a band. A sexy singer in a band. A sexy singer in an awesome sounding band. I was thankful when it showed the band’s name and I snatched my phone up, and called my brother. “Abarei, are you still looking for live music?”
(Check out Azathoia's stories Tainted Rose, Ikkaku's Deception and Tainted Rose, Beaui-Lein's Redemption. Enjoy!)