Tragedy of A Porn Star
Disclaimer: I do not own DN Angel.
Warning: Extreme OOC-ness
Italics --Dark's and Krad's thoughts
Chapter 3: Did you say RAPE?
Previously. . .
"Need help?" Krad asked, trying very hard to contain the outbursts of mirth lining his smile. For the second time in that hour, Dark wanted to slap him again, if not for his occupied hands that were holding the skimpy material together at the sides.
Now. . .
"No!"
Hearing Dark's outburst, Krad could not contain his amusement and turn away from Dark's view to hide his laughs.
Dark scowled and narrowed his eyebrows heatedly at Krad. "Uncompassionate asshole…"
Just then, as Dark was still struggling to keep the torn thong on by clipping the frayed right side with his right hand, another set of camera lightings was turned on.
The strong spotlights shone widely on Dark's and Krad's flawless skin, lightening the tone and giving it a fair glow.
Dark squinted against the intrusive light and raised his free hand to shield his eyes. He could glimpse Krad through the slits between his fingers. The blonde was having his make-up touched up and hair set by various stylists buzzing around him.
He really is some big-shot huh. Dark commented dryly to himself.
Dark stood by the ivory armchair, awkwardly positioning his hands around the waistband of his thongs. A few amateur make-up artists strutted over with their make-up kits. However, before they could get as much as one metre away from Dark, an icy foreboding aura that was coming from him scared them away.
His mood was getting cranky, and with the issue of his torn thong bugging his thoughts, Dark was extremely edgy and temperamental.
And Funabashi, the assistant director, just had to make matters worse by saying those forbidden words in Dark's limited English knowledge;
"Last picture: We need them to kiss!"
Catcalls and whistles resounded through the studio.
Funabashi is going to get hell from Dark for saying this.
"WHAT?!?!" Dark exclaimed loudly, shooting daggers at the person who had given those commands. Fuck them all!
He was horrified, no… mortified rather, by the notion of… of… gosh he could not even form the words of this nightmare!
Dark stood there stunned, aghast and filled with trepidation. He furiously shook his head in disagreement, whether in straight disapproval or in disbelief self-denial, or both.
"Yes, Dark? Do you have a problem with it?" Keiji Saga said, waving a piece of paper in his hands.
Oh damn it! That's the cursed contract!
"And yes Dark, this is the contract, and if you void it, the penalty is just ten million." Keiji stated evenly with a malicious glint in his eyes.
Dark sunk down to his knees in despair. Why... why does this have to happen to me?!?
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After a long, very long, agonizing minute, Dark finally agreed to the shot, under the immense overloading pressure that Keiji had dealt him with like a gun to his head.
Dark squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to look at either Krad closing in for the kiss, or the crew of people staring at them.
He could not help but to scrunch up his face as he waited for what felt like the longest moments in his life in anticipation of the feel of Krad's lips against his.
At least Keiji Saga, the director, was kind enough to give in to Dark's pleading and have them have a closed mouth kiss. Dark cringed at the thought of frenching Krad.
Dark waited for the contact of Krad's lips…
And waited…
And waited some more…
Not that he was feeling anxious to get kissed by that conceited bastard…
But why is this taking so long?!
Suffering in the turmoil of waiting, Dark snapped his eyes open to find out what the hell is happening… and was met with feline inhuman gold eyes staring back at him angrily.
"Why didn't you kiss me?" Dark asked stupidly.
Krad snorted and answered, "You were making that disgusted face. How was I supposed to kiss you? I mean, with you looking sulky with such dread written all over your face."
"I AM dreading it…"
"Then act like you didn't at least. If not, I would have to give you a hell of a kiss to wipe that look off." Krad replied egoistically, lifting his head up high in that aristocrat manner. "I'm a good kisser you know."
"Well, I frankly don't care!"
Keiji Saga, who was standing by observing the scene purposefully, waved the contract in the air while giving Dark the you-know-what-I-mean smile.
The hidden message in that brightly disguised smile was too ominous to be ignored.
Dark sighed.
If it was to be done, then he rather it to be quickly get over and done with.
Looking at his smart-ass blonde co-actor, he suppressed the bile creeping up from his throat as he imagined the up-coming horrible kiss in his mind.
Don't think so much!! In fact, don't think at all!
Coughing awkwardly to get Krad's attention, Dark gently closed his eyes and leaned forward, capturing the shocked blonde's lips with his own.
He wanted to pull away, but Krad's arms caged him in as they wiped around his torso, hands softly grasping his purple locks and tilting his chin up for better leverage.
They lingered in that position as cameras snapped shots in every angle possible.
Click! Click! Click!
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This isn't that bad… and it kind of feels nice… NO! What the hell was I thinking?! I do NOT like it… yes… not… not... not… I don't like it… yes... I hate it... correct…
The kiss must have affected Dark's nervous system in some way or another, as he stood there squeezing his eyes shut gibbering in his mind about some irrational logic he just made up with his senseless chain of thoughts, talk about a major self-denial problem here.
Meanwhile, when Dark was dealing with his confusing internal conflict, Krad was smirking against Dark's soft lips, taking in the warmth from the flush and soaking in the bask of attention from everyone.
Then, he felt Dark squirmed. But Krad remained his grip on the bewildered male, continuously trying to coax the dazed Dark into another kissing spree.
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"Sorry, but could we take a break? I want to have some private time with my co-star." Krad called out, dragging Dark away forcibly by the arm towards the fitting rooms area.
"Let go.. let go.. let go.." The repeated muttering of Dark's refusal to follow Krad to wherever he was taking him seemed to have no impact on the blonde.
The production crew fell into dead silence after Krad's own declaration of 'break'. Then like a video player put to play again, they quickly regained their enthusiasms over their break, gossiping over donut boxes and pack-out dinners.
"Here, this was bought by Tsuzuki from that famous donut bakery down the lane." The photographer said as he handed the donut boxes around. "Krad's 'break' always takes a long time. Like about an hour?" He added a wink.
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"Krad! Let go of me!"
"Sure."
Krad suddenly relaxed his grasp on Dark.
"Ahh!" The torn black thong without Dark's hands to support it, fell straight down to his feet.
Dark's hands immediately stopped its movements on hitting Krad and flew to cover his privates. Too late! Krad had already gotten a good long look at it.
He couldn't stop his blushing. Damn it!
"What are you looking at?!"
"Well, an embarrassed little kitty." Krad taunted him.
"Urghh!"
Krad slammed Dark against the mirror in the changing room.
"What are you doing?!"
"Gosh, you do love asking this rhetorical question don't you."
"That is because I expect an answer! And no, it is not a rhetorical question!"
"Well, then what do you think I'm going to do?" Krad's hot breadth tickled Dark's exposed neck as he continued to tease Dark in his very vulnerable state.
"I said, I wanted a damned answer!"
"My hands speak volumes…"
Krad's hands moved to the small of Dark's back and slowly caressed circles there.
Then, his hands started to move downwards…
"Back off!" Dark thrashed and rebelled against Krad's molestation.
However, his rebellion only seemed to make Krad more insistent. The fingers now traced a line down Dark's butt and stopped at the entrance.
Dark squirmed and thrashed even more wildly as the fingers probed him.
"Pervert! Get off me!"
"Ahh!" He gasped in pain as the fingers forcefully entered him.
Dark could not stand this anymore. His hands, which were shielding his privates, moved to hit Krad angrily. Bad move.
"No!" Dark lifted up his right hand up to attempt to strike Krad across his face.
Krad dodged his attacks and momentarily stopped his fingers' excursion.
"Getting rough eh?" He slurred in his seductive voice. The sleek voice made a shiver run down Dark's back.
Gosh.. tell me how did I get into this mess again…
And first I thought that modeling as a shameless adult video(AV) actor was like the end of the world.. and now I'm going to lose my virginity …to this.. this lecherous perverted ..erm.. human!!
"Eep!"
"Krad!"
"No! Stop it!.. Nhh.."
Krad pressed against Dark's torso roughly, making an attempt to rub against Dark's nude body. The bristle of Krad's demin jeans against Dark's uncovered member was creating such heated and aroused reactions to Dark, causing an uncontrolled low moan from his mouth.
Krad smirked at Dark's vocalization and latched down onto the angular of Dark's neckline, sucking at it mercilessly. The abused skin under Krad's vicious mouth turned an ugly red akin to the colour Dark had on his cheek.
Krad looked up when he was finally satisfied with marking his kitty and noticed the spotting blush on Dark's cheeks. "Are you shy, kitty?" He questioned and licked Dark's earlobe, his warm breadth entangling with the hot nerves on his ears, making his blush even redder.
Dark fainted.
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Krad stared down at the limp body of the pretty boy in his arms and sighed incredulously at the fact that his little kitten had just passed out before the fun had really begun! I wonder if he is a virgin.
Shrugging, he laid a blanket over Dark and carried him out.
"Where are Dark's clothes?" Krad asked coolly, while carrying the unconscious Dark in his arms. "And our dear kitten for the show is now knocked out, so our photoshoot will end for today. Thank you everyone for their hard work."
After picking up Dark's clothes, Krad strode out of the studio.
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Dark winced as the bright fluorescent light hit his eyes. His head hurt. And his ass felt sore.
Blinking away tears that lidded his eyes from the sleep, he leaned on an elbow to level himself upright.
And he immediately regretted even waking up, for before him was the last person in the universe that he wanted to see.
"Pervert." The first word that came to his mind when he saw the blonde just slipped out of his mouth.
"I see you are fully awake."
Still trying to make sense of his situation, Dark glanced around the unfamiliar room, taking in the posh and sleek interior designing of it.
The place was fitted with the lasted technology, having a 40-inch plasma television and sensor lightings and full cinema surround, and it was just a bedroom.
While Dark marveled at the enviable installments of the bedroom, it struck upon his hazy mind that he should really make sense of his environment, not just staring idiotically at it and worshipped the place with his eyes.
Firstly, how did he end up here?
Secondly, where is here anyway?
Wait.. he turned and looked at the blonde who was again acting cool and aloof, happily ignoring Dark and reading his Playboy magazine on a black leather recliner by the balcony window. Why is that hentai here?
And another unpleasant realization,
Then, a horrifying resolution to Dark, why the hell does his ass hurt?!
Bedroom… Krad… sore ass…
"…"
I writtened this like probably many months ago, but haven't had the time to link the story in this chapter together. Sorry for keeping you all waiting! I hoped that this chapter will provide you as much entertainment and yaoi thoughts for our little couple here!