Desires Of A Model


Chapter 6


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A shower had been all he had wanted when he first woke up. After what had happened the day before, he had wanted to clean himself as soon as possible. Going a day without showering felt foreign to him. Now that he had gotten into the bathroom, he wasn't sure if he wanted to shower anymore.

In front of him stood Hiei. Hiei stood in front of him with nothing but a towel around his middle. The man hadn't said anything to him, but Kurama knew he was there. The question was why hadn't he shouted at him. When Yusuke had walked in on him, he had.

The towel dropped to the floor, exposing the man's bare front side. It was a sight that Kurama could not help but blush at. "I-I'm sorry. I'll just leave now," he said, trying to avoid looking at Hiei. The model, however, did not respond right away.

"You don't have anything I haven't seen," Hiei said to him, smirking at his discomfort. Kurama nodded, still not looking at him. "Since you're here and no one else is, it makes for a perfect opportunity. What happened last night, it was from the drinks. I'm not going to go out on a limb for you and save your ass again."

"I understand. Although, I never asked for your help, not that I don't appreciate it." His words went unheard, since the model exited the bathroom and left him alone. "So much for a relaxing shower," he muttered, glaring at the closed door.

After the much needed shower, he had gone to eat breakfast with the rest of the contestants. It was there that he learned that the problems they had been having the day before had not been repaired. Most of the models cheered for the day off, while others, who were still suffering from yesterday's effects, groaned. Yusuke had been one of the ones that had groaned.

"Why?" he moaned, holding his head. If Kurama had to guess, he would have said it was the alcohol. "Damn technical difficulties. What idiots do they have working here?" he asked, still holding his head.

Trying to soothe his friend's pain, he placed a hand on his shoulders. "Why don't you sleep in? You could use the break," he suggested. Yusuke nodded in agreement, stood up and left. "Feel better soon," he shouted after him.

Alone now, he couldn't think of anything to do. There hadn't been plenty that he had packed. "I'll read something," he decided. He stood up from the table and went to his room. Opening the door, he made sure it had been done with as little noise as possible. Yusuke was already asleep on Jin's bed.

Smiling at the scene, he entered the room, closing the door behind him. As he was about to grab his bag, he took notice of one of Touya's books. It was rather small for a book, but without a second thought to it, he grabbed it.

Although he had meant to ask Touya for permission, he was unable to find him. At least he was until he asked around and found out the model had gone out with his boyfriend. Shrugging, he took a seat outside, near the pool they had and began to read.

His eyes widened by a fraction. "It shouldn't shock me," he said, smile on his lips. The book was all in all smut, gay smut to be exact. For a moment, Kurama wondered if he should be reading the book in a very public area. However, upon looking around, he realized that many of the models had begun to leave the house. With one last look around, he opened the book and began to read.

Numerous minutes later, he found himself so caught up in the book that he had failed to notice his growing problem. It wasn't until he noticed a shadow blocking his reading light. "You don't look like the type to be reading smut." Hiei raised an eyebrow at him before snatching the book away from him.

Rather than saying anything back, Kurama kept his mouth shut. When Hiei had gone through most of the book, he closed it and tossed it back at him. "Hoping to get laid?" As usual, his voice was attention-grabbing and deep. It took him seconds to become conscious of the fact that he had been insulted. "Anyone in particular?" At that Hiei neared him.

Kurama shook his head. "Since when did you take an interest in what I desire?" The question made Hiei smirk again.

"I'm only interested in what I want and in what benefits me," he answered, intertwining his fingers in Kurama's hair. "Are you a benefit or a desire?" he asked, pulling him much closer than Kurama had expected. The dark-haired model trace his index finger along Kurama's face.

There was not mistake. What he saw in the man's eyes was desire. After all, there was nothing to gain from him. Hiei had made it clear that he had no desire in winning, but he had also said he was not interested in making friends. "Neither," he answered, eyes locked in with Hiei's.

Hiei's lips formed a small smirk before kissing him. "Think you're clever?" he asked before pulling him out his chair from his hair. Kurama had expected to be pushed away, but the man pulled him closer until they were standing face-to-face. There was another brief kiss before Hiei lowered him to the ground.

Within seconds, he was underneath Hiei. His head was kept still by the raven-haired man's fierce grip. In an odd way, he found it to be the most relaxing thing in the world. Part of him knew he could have shouted for help, or even fight him off, but he didn't. Instead, he admired the way Hiei's hair looked in the bright sun.

They leaned into each other, sharing another kiss.

"Well, looks you were right, Yomi. Hiei does have a new bitch." The voice had interrupted them before they could do anything else. "It's a pleasure to see you again, Kurama."