Perfect Shot
Chapter: one-shot
Pairing(s): Tsukasa x Uruha
Band(s): D'espairsRay & the GazettE
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Tsukasa took on the job to photograph a beautiful model.
Author's Notes: Here is another request I've completed during my summer break. I hope it meets musiquefille's approval for the pairing.
Uruha tossed his head back and let the breeze from the fan blow his semi-long blonde hair back. He slipped his fingers in the belt loops of his jeans and posed for the photographer. He had a serious, but sexy expression on his face and removed his sunglasses. He shifted his body some and opened his jacket some, showing off the designer shirt.
“Alright, I think I have the shots I need,” the brunette said, lowering his camera from his face and standing up.
Uruha smiled, slipped the jacket off, and headed off the set. “We still have one more scene to shoot, right?” he asked, looking at the photographer.
Tsukasa smiled back and started putting the equipment away. “Yeah, six o’clock still a good time?” he asked back.
He nodded and waved at the brunette. “I’ll see you in the morning then,” he said, before leaving the set completely.
After applying some natural make-up on his face and fixing his hair the following day, Uruha left his hotel room’s bathroom with his bath robe on. He smiled at Tsukasa and asked, “Did you get here alright?”
“Yeah, I had enough time to get some coffee on the way,” he smiled a bit shyly.
“So, what do you want me to?’
“I want to get some natural shots of you at the table with the food. Maybe a couple thoughtful shots with your coffee or something. Then a few shots on the balcony and that should be enough,” he answered, before taking a cautious sip of his coffee.
Uruha nodded and headed over to the table, beginning to enjoy his breakfast. He noticed Tsukasa getting his camera ready and started posing a little as he consumed his meal.
“Tsukasa-san, may I ask you something?”
“Sure, go ahead,” the brunette responded, lowering his camera and looking at his subject.
“What made you interested in photography?” Uruha asked curiously, before drinking his orange juice.
“When I was younger, I had an opportunity to travel different places with my father to take pictures of scenery and people interacting with their environment. At the time, I didn’t understand why he took pictures of such ordinary, everyday activities, but once I saw the outcome of his pictures, they were very artistic and beautiful. I wanted to follow in his footsteps and spread the beauty of people’s surroundings and actions to those who don’t see it,” he answered.
“Wow…that would make me interested in photography for sure,” Uruha smiled softly. He opened the newspaper and posed a little for the photographer, then picked the coffee cup up and held it to his lips.
Tsukasa smiled a little to himself and took a close-up shot of the blonde’s full lips. “You’re really good at this,” he commented.
“Thank you. I can’t wait to see the pictures when you develop them,” he said, taking a few more bites and wiping his mouth. He looked in Tsukasa’s direction and asked, “Ready fro the balcony shots?”
The brunette nodded and stood up on his feet.
“Mind if I smoke for this?”
“Not at all. The whole concept is to be as natural as possible,” Tsukasa pointed out.
Uruha got up from his seat, went over to his bag, and dug out his cigarettes and lighter. He put it between his lips, lit it, and headed out to the balcony. He leaned on the frame, letting his bare leg poke out his robe, and casually smoked for the camera.
He captured different angles of his subject and followed him out on the balcony. He paused for a moment, admiring Uruha’s posture against the railing, and resumed taking pictures of him.
The blonde put his arm on top of the rail and rested his elbow on it, looking off and taking a long drag. He turned to look at the photographer and asked, “Have you ever thought of being the subject instead?”
Tsukasa pulled away from his camera and looked back at him. “A-ah…I don’t think I would be able to model that well. I prefer being behind the camera than in front.”
“Can I take a few pictures of you?” Uruha asked with a smile, putting the cigarette out.
“M-me…?” he blinked a bit, biting his lip nervously.
The blonde nodded and led the photographer back inside his room, shutting the balcony’s doors behind them. He sat the camera aside carefully and removed the other’s jacket and shirt. He tossed it aside, bent over a little, and tugged at the brunette’s jeans, showing the hem of his underwear, then messed with his hair, making a slightly chaotic hair style.
Uruha smiled at him, picked the camera up, and said, “Move on the bed and try to be serious and sexy.
Tsukasa blushed a little and sat on the end of the bed. He leaned back some, holding himself up with his elbows on the bed behind him, and casually sat there.
“Now try looking away like you’re thinking about something,” the blonde directed, before snapping a few shots, “Okay, keep that same look, but lay down.”
The photographer blinked a bit, stretched out on the bed, and moved on his side, resting his head on the pillow.
“Mmm…look at the clock boredly or something,” the blonde directed again, then smiled when Tsukasa took his direction and snapped a couple more pictures. “I have another idea, but you have to sit back up,” he said, “By the way, do you have your tripod and a timer on this?”
“I do. It’s by the closet and the timer option should be in the menu screen,” he answered, sitting up.
Uruha moved the tripod over, near the bed, and set it up, putting the camera on top. He messed with the menu on the camera and set the timer to go off every couple minutes, shifting it over at an angle. He moved over to Tsukasa, crawled between his legs, and slipped the robe off his shoulders some, then moved the other’s arm around his waist and loosely put his arm around the other’s neck.
Tsukasa blushed lightly and tried to relax in the pose. He looked up at Uruha as the camera captured the shot. Suddenly, he felt the blonde’s hands slide down his chest and his lips gently press against his. His eyes widen for a moment and soon relaxed, letting them shut.
The blonde removed himself from the photographer and moved the camera some, then changed the timing. “Ready for the next few shots?” he asked.
“I…I guess so…” he replied nervously.
“I want you on top of me,” Uruha said, moving back on the bad and slipping the robe further off his body.
Tsukasa looked at him in confusion and hesitantly crawled on top of the model. He breathed a bit uneasily and stared down at him.
“Relax. We’re still modeling for the camera,” Uruha reminded, “Just pretend we’re a couple. Keep the energy up…you’re doing good.”
The brunette nodded a bit, held the other’s hands on both sides of his head, and lightly pressed his lips on the model’s neck. He glanced at the blonde’s face and kissed his skin softly.
Uruha released one of the photographer’s hands and felt down his bare back gradually deepening the kiss. He parted his lips some and lured the other’s tongue in his mouth, sucking on it gently. He made a light noise, idly playing with the ends of his brown and black locks, and felt along his tongue for a moment, before pulling away.
“I think we got a lot of good shots,” Uruha murmured against his lips.
“Y-yeah,” the photographer stammered, moving off of the model. He got up and picked up his shirt and jacket, putting it on.
Uruha fixed the robe back over his shoulders and said, “I can’t wait to see the pictures when you’re done editing.”
“I’ll make sure you get a copy of the finish product,” Tsukasa promised, packing up his equipment.
The blonde smiled and escorted the photographer to the door, waving to him.
A few days later, the blonde returned to his penthouse. He stepped out his bathroom in a robe and went to the living room. He picked up the small stack of mail on the coffee table, sat down on the couch, and flipped through the envelopes, then noticed the magazine at the bottom. He lightly tossed the mail on the table and flipped through the magazine excitedly. He skimmed through the articles he participated in and looked at the pictures in awe.
“These are absolutely amazing,” he commented to himself, then heard a knock at the door.
He put the magazine on top of the neglected mail and went over to answer the door. He tightened his robe, opened it, and blinked at the delivery man, then signed for the package. He closed the door and looked at the package curiously, before taking his seat back on the couch.
He opened the package up, took it out with its protective bubble wrap, and unwrapped it, glancing at a few red rose petals fall near his bare feet. His eyes widen at the platinum frame and the black and white photo it was holding. His fingers ran over the design on the frame as he stared at the picture of his and the photographer’s fingers entwined with each other and the affectionate gesture he gave the model was out of focus
He took out the picture, admiring it more, and noticed a card fall on the floor with more petals. He leaned over a little and picked it up, reading the note.
Thank you for being such an inspirational model.
- Tsukasa
Uruha blushed lightly and turned his head at the door, once he heard another knock. He stood up, carefully put the picture aside on the couch, and said softly, “I wonder if that’s another package.”
He went over to open the door and stared at the familiar brunette on his doorstep, playing with a single rose. A smile gradually formed on his face and saw a slight sparkle in the other’s eyes.
Pairing(s): Tsukasa x Uruha
Band(s): D'espairsRay & the GazettE
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Tsukasa took on the job to photograph a beautiful model.
Author's Notes: Here is another request I've completed during my summer break. I hope it meets musiquefille's approval for the pairing.
Uruha tossed his head back and let the breeze from the fan blow his semi-long blonde hair back. He slipped his fingers in the belt loops of his jeans and posed for the photographer. He had a serious, but sexy expression on his face and removed his sunglasses. He shifted his body some and opened his jacket some, showing off the designer shirt.
“Alright, I think I have the shots I need,” the brunette said, lowering his camera from his face and standing up.
Uruha smiled, slipped the jacket off, and headed off the set. “We still have one more scene to shoot, right?” he asked, looking at the photographer.
Tsukasa smiled back and started putting the equipment away. “Yeah, six o’clock still a good time?” he asked back.
He nodded and waved at the brunette. “I’ll see you in the morning then,” he said, before leaving the set completely.
After applying some natural make-up on his face and fixing his hair the following day, Uruha left his hotel room’s bathroom with his bath robe on. He smiled at Tsukasa and asked, “Did you get here alright?”
“Yeah, I had enough time to get some coffee on the way,” he smiled a bit shyly.
“So, what do you want me to?’
“I want to get some natural shots of you at the table with the food. Maybe a couple thoughtful shots with your coffee or something. Then a few shots on the balcony and that should be enough,” he answered, before taking a cautious sip of his coffee.
Uruha nodded and headed over to the table, beginning to enjoy his breakfast. He noticed Tsukasa getting his camera ready and started posing a little as he consumed his meal.
“Tsukasa-san, may I ask you something?”
“Sure, go ahead,” the brunette responded, lowering his camera and looking at his subject.
“What made you interested in photography?” Uruha asked curiously, before drinking his orange juice.
“When I was younger, I had an opportunity to travel different places with my father to take pictures of scenery and people interacting with their environment. At the time, I didn’t understand why he took pictures of such ordinary, everyday activities, but once I saw the outcome of his pictures, they were very artistic and beautiful. I wanted to follow in his footsteps and spread the beauty of people’s surroundings and actions to those who don’t see it,” he answered.
“Wow…that would make me interested in photography for sure,” Uruha smiled softly. He opened the newspaper and posed a little for the photographer, then picked the coffee cup up and held it to his lips.
Tsukasa smiled a little to himself and took a close-up shot of the blonde’s full lips. “You’re really good at this,” he commented.
“Thank you. I can’t wait to see the pictures when you develop them,” he said, taking a few more bites and wiping his mouth. He looked in Tsukasa’s direction and asked, “Ready fro the balcony shots?”
The brunette nodded and stood up on his feet.
“Mind if I smoke for this?”
“Not at all. The whole concept is to be as natural as possible,” Tsukasa pointed out.
Uruha got up from his seat, went over to his bag, and dug out his cigarettes and lighter. He put it between his lips, lit it, and headed out to the balcony. He leaned on the frame, letting his bare leg poke out his robe, and casually smoked for the camera.
He captured different angles of his subject and followed him out on the balcony. He paused for a moment, admiring Uruha’s posture against the railing, and resumed taking pictures of him.
The blonde put his arm on top of the rail and rested his elbow on it, looking off and taking a long drag. He turned to look at the photographer and asked, “Have you ever thought of being the subject instead?”
Tsukasa pulled away from his camera and looked back at him. “A-ah…I don’t think I would be able to model that well. I prefer being behind the camera than in front.”
“Can I take a few pictures of you?” Uruha asked with a smile, putting the cigarette out.
“M-me…?” he blinked a bit, biting his lip nervously.
The blonde nodded and led the photographer back inside his room, shutting the balcony’s doors behind them. He sat the camera aside carefully and removed the other’s jacket and shirt. He tossed it aside, bent over a little, and tugged at the brunette’s jeans, showing the hem of his underwear, then messed with his hair, making a slightly chaotic hair style.
Uruha smiled at him, picked the camera up, and said, “Move on the bed and try to be serious and sexy.
Tsukasa blushed a little and sat on the end of the bed. He leaned back some, holding himself up with his elbows on the bed behind him, and casually sat there.
“Now try looking away like you’re thinking about something,” the blonde directed, before snapping a few shots, “Okay, keep that same look, but lay down.”
The photographer blinked a bit, stretched out on the bed, and moved on his side, resting his head on the pillow.
“Mmm…look at the clock boredly or something,” the blonde directed again, then smiled when Tsukasa took his direction and snapped a couple more pictures. “I have another idea, but you have to sit back up,” he said, “By the way, do you have your tripod and a timer on this?”
“I do. It’s by the closet and the timer option should be in the menu screen,” he answered, sitting up.
Uruha moved the tripod over, near the bed, and set it up, putting the camera on top. He messed with the menu on the camera and set the timer to go off every couple minutes, shifting it over at an angle. He moved over to Tsukasa, crawled between his legs, and slipped the robe off his shoulders some, then moved the other’s arm around his waist and loosely put his arm around the other’s neck.
Tsukasa blushed lightly and tried to relax in the pose. He looked up at Uruha as the camera captured the shot. Suddenly, he felt the blonde’s hands slide down his chest and his lips gently press against his. His eyes widen for a moment and soon relaxed, letting them shut.
The blonde removed himself from the photographer and moved the camera some, then changed the timing. “Ready for the next few shots?” he asked.
“I…I guess so…” he replied nervously.
“I want you on top of me,” Uruha said, moving back on the bad and slipping the robe further off his body.
Tsukasa looked at him in confusion and hesitantly crawled on top of the model. He breathed a bit uneasily and stared down at him.
“Relax. We’re still modeling for the camera,” Uruha reminded, “Just pretend we’re a couple. Keep the energy up…you’re doing good.”
The brunette nodded a bit, held the other’s hands on both sides of his head, and lightly pressed his lips on the model’s neck. He glanced at the blonde’s face and kissed his skin softly.
Uruha released one of the photographer’s hands and felt down his bare back gradually deepening the kiss. He parted his lips some and lured the other’s tongue in his mouth, sucking on it gently. He made a light noise, idly playing with the ends of his brown and black locks, and felt along his tongue for a moment, before pulling away.
“I think we got a lot of good shots,” Uruha murmured against his lips.
“Y-yeah,” the photographer stammered, moving off of the model. He got up and picked up his shirt and jacket, putting it on.
Uruha fixed the robe back over his shoulders and said, “I can’t wait to see the pictures when you’re done editing.”
“I’ll make sure you get a copy of the finish product,” Tsukasa promised, packing up his equipment.
The blonde smiled and escorted the photographer to the door, waving to him.
A few days later, the blonde returned to his penthouse. He stepped out his bathroom in a robe and went to the living room. He picked up the small stack of mail on the coffee table, sat down on the couch, and flipped through the envelopes, then noticed the magazine at the bottom. He lightly tossed the mail on the table and flipped through the magazine excitedly. He skimmed through the articles he participated in and looked at the pictures in awe.
“These are absolutely amazing,” he commented to himself, then heard a knock at the door.
He put the magazine on top of the neglected mail and went over to answer the door. He tightened his robe, opened it, and blinked at the delivery man, then signed for the package. He closed the door and looked at the package curiously, before taking his seat back on the couch.
He opened the package up, took it out with its protective bubble wrap, and unwrapped it, glancing at a few red rose petals fall near his bare feet. His eyes widen at the platinum frame and the black and white photo it was holding. His fingers ran over the design on the frame as he stared at the picture of his and the photographer’s fingers entwined with each other and the affectionate gesture he gave the model was out of focus
He took out the picture, admiring it more, and noticed a card fall on the floor with more petals. He leaned over a little and picked it up, reading the note.
Thank you for being such an inspirational model.
- Tsukasa
Uruha blushed lightly and turned his head at the door, once he heard another knock. He stood up, carefully put the picture aside on the couch, and said softly, “I wonder if that’s another package.”
He went over to open the door and stared at the familiar brunette on his doorstep, playing with a single rose. A smile gradually formed on his face and saw a slight sparkle in the other’s eyes.