Surrender

"No."

"But I haven't asked anything yet."

"I don't care. The answer is still no."

Akiha pouted, messing with the pen cup on the desk.

"How did you know I was going to ask something?"

Umeda snatched the cup from him, placing it on the other side of the desk.

"Because you look like a puppy who wants a piece of cheese."

The photographer looked like Umeda had just grievously insulted him,
but only for a moment. He rebounded almost instantly.

"Please?"

Umeda raised his glasses slightly, pinching the bridge of his nose in
irritation. This was just not his day.

Scratch that, it wasn't his month. It started out with Kijima finding
him drowning his sorrows in the bar, then groping him in the library
not two weeks later. True, his `relationship' with the fortuneteller
was aggravating most of the time, but the proximity of the tease was
setting him on edge.

Combine that with the stress on campus because of exams, and Umeda was
ready to kill someone. Akiha was rapidly gunning for that honor.

Perhaps it was exasperation that strove him to his next response.

"Why would I waste my time doing anything for you, let alone model?"

Akiha blinked, obviously stunned by the response. In a moment, he was
back to smiling.

"Because you're perfect for the shoot."

"Try again."

"You can keep the clothes."

Umeda grunted, only somewhat feigning indifference. He was a school
doctor after all, and the pay was only so good.

"I'll pay you. A lot."

An eyebrow rose at that one. Tempting, but he may have to refuse on
principle.

Akiha paused, as if considering.

"You have a thing for your fellow model."

That stopped him from mentally rearranging the infirmary cabinets.

"How do you know?"

"You know him. Well. We both do."

"You don't mean-"

"Your chemistry is critical for the shoot. You are perfect for this one."

Umeda was silent for some time, showing none of his internal conflict
on his face. A chance to see Ryuichi, to turn the tables a bit, was
tempting. But the tables could be turned so easily. Still, money,
clothes, and eye candy. It was just like a night out, with the cash
going in the opposite direction.

His steely gaze settled on Akiha for a bit longer than necessary. If
it was any other day, any other month, he would completely refuse.

"I get to smoke on set."

"Absolutely."

~*~

Umeda walked into the studio with his usual casual grace. Akiha had
the decency to schedule the shoot for a Friday night so that he didn't
have to rearrange his life. Photographers worked odd hours anyway, so
it was less of an inconvenience.

Akiha waved him into a dressing room, and Umeda put his messenger bag
down. He fished out his cigarettes and lighter before nudging the bag
underneath the brightly lit dressing counter. It was almost cliché to
see the round bulbs surrounding the wall of mirrors.

Ebi, Akiha's one-time wife, breezed in after knocking briefly.

"Umeda-kun, nice to see you again."

Umeda grunted, but nodded politely. He didn't dislike Ebi, but didn't
know her well. She smiled and pulled out two garments from a cabinet
in the room.

"Here's your outfit for today. No jewelry, bare feet please. There
are slippers underneath the table for your feet until you get out to
the floor. I'll be back in fifteen to do your makeup. Any questions?"

Umeda shook his head, and she left in a whirl of efficiency. He
dressed slowly, folding his own clothes before pulling on the
unfamiliar garments. The black pants were butter-soft leather, a
midnight black that seemed to suck in all the light around him. They
fit well, but weren't constricting. As it was, he couldn't wear
underwear; with the best leather pants, that was a given. The equally
black shirt was a firm linen, the slightly stiff fabric keeping its
shape while resting comfortably on his body. Oddly, only two buttons
graced the front near the top, with no fasteners on the cuffs either.
Umeda shrugged, and buttoned what was there. There was no doubt the
outfit was sexy, showing off skin without being pornographic.

A lazy curl of anticipation worked its way through his gut. He looked
good, and with Ebi coming in to do makeup, he'd look even better. The
thought of seeing Ryuichi like this, and seeing what he was wearing,
ratcheted up his excitement a little more. The barest stirring in his
pants was ruthlessly smashed down by imagining Rio in a swimsuit.
Leather was not forgiving to erections.

The door opened, and Ebi returned. She smiled when she lit on him,
nodding in appreciation, and immediately set to work.

When she was done, he could hardly tell she had done anything. His
hair was well styled, but looked relatively normal, just a slightly
tamed version of his normal style. The makeup was subtle, enhancing
the slender arch of his eyebrows, the light brown of his eyes, and his
sensual lower lip. He supposed the camera would know the difference.
Still, he looked a notch above `going out.'

"Ready?" Umeda nodded in response. "Great. Akiha wanted you to know
that he'll be shooting as soon as you come out. He may give you two a
little direction, but he's most interested in your interaction. Since
you know Kijima, just act naturally."

He resisted the urge to snort. Acting naturally could put on quite
the show. Kijima just loved to tease, and Umeda was a sucker for his
advances. Well, he'd just have to stay aloof, make the man work for
his reactions. It would be harder to take him by surprise in front of
an audience.

Pulling his cool façade into place, Umeda lit a cigarette, took a long
drag, and followed Ebi out of the room.

After a short hallway, Ebi let him pass into the studio proper. Akiha
was behind his camera, with no other crew in sight. Umeda took
another long drag, and put the cigarette out in a convenient ashtray.
Looks like the photographer was serious about meeting his requirements.

"In the white space, if you please sempai," Akiha said from behind the
camera, futzing with a few camera settings. "We'll begin shortly.
Ebi let you know what to expect?"

"Hn," Umeda responded, strolling onto the impossibly white space. The
anticipation cranked a little higher in the quiet studio.

Barely a moment passed before he heard footsteps behind him. Turning,
it took all his years of practice to keep his mask in place.

Slim, tailored charcoal pants graced Ryuichi's long legs, following
the line of his body closely, but not intimately. The tease was
topped by a finely-knit black sweater with cuffs off the same color
that zipped up the front. The zipper was mostly undone, showing the
pale expanse of the black-haired man's chest, his cross tattoo
displayed enticingly over his left breast.

What caused Umeda's mouth to dry completely, willing his body to
relax, was the look in Ryuichi's eyes that completed the ensemble.
The usual teasing light was there, but a smoldering undercurrent of
want nearly took Umeda's breath away. He was barely aware of the
light clicks of the shutter as he slowly brought another cigarette to
his lips, lighting it with amazingly steady hands.

Ryuichi moved slowly towards him, flowing across the floor in his
uncommon grace. Umeda drank in the sight, his body reacting with
anticipation as the man neared. Long fingers plucked the lit stick
from between Umeda's lips. He frowned as he pulled another from his
pocket.

"Mooch."

Ryuichi smiled and leaned in, touching the lit end of his cigarette to
the unlit one between Umeda's lips. Their eyes clashed hotly before
returning to a semblance of normalcy.

"Sempai, turn your back to him. Kijima, please lean against his back,
facing the camera."

The two followed the instructions, suddenly aware of the audience of
one. Umeda put his composure completely back in place, trying to
ignore the hard warmth of Ryuichi against his back.

"So how did he con you into this?" Umeda muttered, holding the
cigarette curled in long fingers.

"Hands in your pockets Kijima please."

Umeda felt the low chuckle at his back.

"He promised me something I wanted," the man responded lowly, rumbling
through Umeda's form like a caress. He held back a shiver.

"Oh? And what was that?"

Ryuichi leaned a little more against Umeda's shoulder, breath teasing
across his neck.

"Do you have to ask?"

Umeda couldn't control the shiver that went through him at the dark
promise in the other man's voice. It still may be another one of his
cruel teases, but Umeda let himself revel in the heat and scent of the
form leaning on him.

If it was a tease, Umeda gave himself to it willingly. His defenses
were down, and his hopes were up. Something in the air between them
seemed different, ripe with possibility. He couldn't be the only one
feeling the electricity where their bodies touched, the heavy heat
growing in his groin.

After a few more clicks, Umeda turned to catch Ryuichi's gaze again.
His desire rose again when he saw the answering heat in the man's
gaze. The air became charged as they faced each other, cigarettes
creating a halo of smoke around them. Damned leather became even more
uncomfortable. He risked flicking his eyes down to Ryuichi's crotch
to see if the man was equally affected, but he couldn't tell.

His question was answered a moment later when Ryuichi stepped very
close, insinuating one leg between Umeda's. Nothing else touched but
the barest rub of his groin against Umeda's leg, but it was enough.
He flicked his cigarette butt away, taking Umeda's for one more drag
before doing the same. One large hand tilted up Umeda's chin, and the
doctor let him. The darkening swirl of Ryuichi's heavy brown gaze
trapped him, happily lost in the heady emotions.

A few final soft clicks, and Akiha's voice slid over them.

"Done. Thank you gentlemen."

Umeda flicked his eyes towards the blonde photographer, who took the
camera off its stand and headed towards another room. He felt, rather
than saw, Ryuichi retreat from his form. His body ached slightly at
the loss of heat.

"Well, now, that was interesting."

Umeda snorted a little, catching Ryuichi's eyes before turning back
towards the dressing room. He ruthlessly stamped down disappointment
at seeing the heat shuttered behind the enigmatic expression. What
did he expect from the teasing man, something different?

Once inside the dressing room again, Umeda reached for another
cigarette with shaking fingers. The erection in the leather was near
painful, but he didn't want to take care of it here. The soft click
of the door lock caused him to turn. The unlit cigarette froze
halfway to his lips.

"Don't think you're getting away from me that easily," the
ebony-haired fortuneteller smirked. "You were part of the deal after
all."

Umeda hid his surprise behind a casual lean against the counter and
his wry smile.

"Collecting on your payment?"

Ryuichi's smile was feral and dashing at the same time. Umeda felt
his body heat under that look. Ryuichi flowed towards him, casually
unzipping the sweater as he approached.

"Hardly." He was close enough now that Umeda felt warm breath on his
face. "I consider it a bonus."

Firm lips crashed down onto Umeda's, and the doctor lost himself in
the scorching heat of the kiss. The amount of want poured through him
like liquid fire. Ryuichi's tongue dominated his mouth, devouring and
commanding him to respond. After a moment of passivity, he did, hands
clutching at the hot skin of Ryuichi's shoulders under the sweater.

Impatience quickly drew him to pull down the offending garment from
the man embracing him, both groaning at the feel of more skin to skin
contact. Umeda felt the buttons of his shirt give way, his top
similarly dropping to the floor. Ryuichi's hands spanned his lower
back as his mouth dropped to Umeda's neck, the strong bites and hard
kisses causing the doctor to arch his hips into the other man. Both
panted at the friction between their clothed groins.

Umeda's hands reached lower to squeeze Ryuichi's firm ass, kneading
the powerful muscle as talented lips continued to assault his neck.
Ryuichi responded in kind, grinding himself harder into the smaller
man. Umeda gasped further as the man's large hand palmed his hardness
through the soft leather. He thrust mindlessly up into the firm
caress, lost in the heat of the touch. He groaned as the pants were
loosened, a warm hand gripping the bare skin of his ass.

Normally, Umeda was the aggressor in his sexual encounters. But he
was completely dominated by Ryuichi's presence. He wanted the man so
badly, he didn't care how he got him. All the teasing and longing
made the surrender bittersweet under the current of passion he was riding.

Ryuichi turned him around to face the mirrors, slightly larger frame
encompassing him from behind. Umeda groaned at the sight of them in
the glass, catching the heated, possessive look in Ryuichi's eyes in
their reflection. The man pushed down the leather slightly, enough to
completely encompass Umeda's erection in a slightly calloused fist.
Umeda's head rolled back against Ryuichi's shoulder, gasping at the
delicious sensation racing through his body. He barely felt the
slicked digit enter him, lost in the tug and pull of the heated hand
around his dick.

He felt the second finger, and moaned as the third was added.
Ryuichi's preparation was thorough, but not slow. Umeda nearly came
on the spot as fingers curled and twisted, hitting that intensely
pleasurable spot inside. The firm grip on his erection prevented it,
but just barely. He flushed at the dark chuckle in his ear.

"Ryu. . ." he gasped, ". . .now."

A smirk, light fumbling, and something larger entered him, setting his
nerves on fire. Umeda gasped a bit, relaxing around the intrusion as
Ryuichi's large hand stroked his erection lazily. Lips latched onto
his neck and sucked again, hard enough to leave a livid bruise.

"Open your eyes and watch," the dark voice in his ear commanded.
Umeda hadn't realized that he'd closed his eyes.

It was painfully erotic to watch their reflection as Ryuichi started
to thrust. Every groan, every flash of emotion on both of their faces
swam before him in their reflection. He was braced wantonly against
Ryuichi's body, hands gripping the man's hips behind him. Their pale
bodies pressed together, one slightly darker hand gripping his
erection, the other splaying across his chest. Dark, smoldering eyes
locked with his in their reflection.

Ryuichi's thrusts increased, hitting the spot inside Umeda every few
thrusts, causing stars to dance in front of his eyes. Umeda struggled
to keep them open, wanting to imprint this sight in his brain forever.

Finally, it became too much. The sensation coiled like a serpent
within him, striking without warning. He jerked and came in Ryuichi's
embrace, spurting all over his chest and the mirror in front of him.

"Hokuto. . ." breathed across his ear, and he felt Ryuichi follow him
in climax, twitching hotly inside him.

They both collapsed forward a bit, Umeda bracing arms against the
counter, Ryuichi leaning against him. Long panting moments followed
while each worked to regain their senses.

Finally, Ryuichi pulled out, leaving Umeda feeling strangely empty but
satisfied. Umeda felt more loss from the heat of the other man's
presence around him.

Neither said anything as Umeda lit two cigarettes, passing one to the
other as he tucked himself back into the pants. Umeda leaned against
the counter, watching Ryuichi clean himself and zip his trousers,
pulling the sweater back on but leaving it open. Even satisfied, he
was a feast for the senses.

Ryuichi finished the cigarette quickly, and leaned in towards Umeda
with those maddeningly teasing eyes. He kissed him once more as he
stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray beside him. There was a hint
of promise in that kiss, enough to feed Umeda's hope that this might
happen again.

Ryuichi's eyes were unreadable as he pulled away.

"You should wear leather more often."

With an enigmatic grin, he turned and left.