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Modelling isn’t something Ingo is very keen on doing, since he doesn’t smile well for the camera. In contrast, Emmet is not so opposed to posing in front of the lens, and Ingo actually thinks the smiling twin would do a bravo-worthy job of it. Except, Emmet has no desire to do modelling on his own, always insisting that his big brother be with him.
So, basically, neither of them are willing to do any modelling, which is quite the disappointment for a certain supermodel who keeps bugging them about it.
But, somehow, Ingo and Emmet actually do find themselves in a photography studio one day, under the attention of a scrutinising lens. It’s all because they owe Elesa a simple favour, and of course she jumped at the opportunity to dress them up and shove them in front of a camera.
A little bit of makeup along with a brown wig each makes the brothers not as easily recognisable. It probably goes to show just how much their uniform and peculiar hairstyle defines their identity, and it’s a little weird for Ingo to see his brother with these different features. He supposes his brother feels the same way about him too.
Well, their faces aren’t that significant anyway because their job is to show off the clothes and accessories. They each have a neat suit, one black and one white, with contrasting accents of the opposing shade. It’s certainly a comfortable fit that suits their slim figures perfectly, like it was tailored just for them. And it only further emphasises how someone was eagerly waiting for this moment.
But, funnily enough, she isn’t even here.
Right now, it’s just the brothers and the designated photographer, while Elesa is nowhere to be found. Apparently she had to run off to deal with an emergency at the Nimbasa Gym, which is very unfortunate timing. At least for her.
Ingo is somewhat relieved to not have the supermodel’s dazzling attention on them for this, but it also means he and his brother won’t have her expert guidance. They’re just left with the photographer—an older man with shaggy black hair and some stubble around the chin—which admittedly doesn’t appear very promising. Well, hopefully the man at least has the experience to back it up, but he doesn’t seem like the conversational type.
At this point, they could wait for Elesa to come back, but simply standing around doing nothing doesn’t sit well with either twin and they share a glance.
“Excuse me,” Ingo says to the photographer after politely clearing his throat. “My brother and I would rather not waste any more time, so may we commence the photo session?”
“Sure,” the photographer simply replies with a shrug, and he gets into position with his bulky camera. “Let’s start with a simple pose.”
The brothers share another glance.
When it comes to poses, they only have one default stance in mind. Which is, of course, the Subway Boss pose. Back straight, heels together, arms raised and fingers pointing. A flawless pose that is perfectly mirrored, but it doesn’t seem to be what the photographer is looking for.
“Um… Can you try something else?”
So, the brothers comply, moving into their signature battle pose. Back leaning forwards, one leg bent, one straight arm swinging out while the other holds onto the brim of a conductor’s hat. Except neither of them are wearing a hat, so their hands just awkwardly float in front of their faces.
“Yeah, okay. This is not working. You’re all straight lines and right angles. How about relaxing a little?”
Ingo and Emmet shift back into a standing position, uncertainty written on both their faces regardless of the smile or frown.
“I am Emmet. I am not sure what to do. How to pose.”
Ingo nods along with his brother’s words. “I have to agree. We’re not exactly experienced with modelling. So, if possible, could you please provide us with some guidance on how to position ourselves?”
If Elesa were here, she’d be the one helping them with that, and it’s a little embarrassing to turn to the photographer with such a request. Still, it’s necessary for the job to go well, and even though this isn’t something Ingo is very enthusiastic about, he and his brother are still set on succeeding no matter what.
“Usually, I just let the models pose how they want. Feels more authentic,” the photographer mutters while scratching his head to get the gears turning. “But, well… How about you each put a hand on the other’s shoulder? Make it look casual.”
The brothers do their best to follow the instructions. Ingo lightly touches Emmet’s shoulder, while Emmet touches his, and they stand with perfectly straight posture, staring right into the camera lens. Crisp and sharp, but a little too stiff.
“Still not working.” The photographer shakes his head with a sigh. “You’re like robots. You need to, like… show off some charm and sex appeal.”
The twins glance at each other.
“Sex appeal.” Emmet repeats with an amused grin, and Ingo’s frown deepens.
“Well, at least that’s a theme to go with, but we’re not exactly charming…” Ingo admits. As far as he knows, the two of them are usually considered more dorky like a pair of clowns, rather than actually attractive as men.
“What are you saying? You do have charm,” the photographer says with a surprisingly firmer tone. “With your pretty boy faces and ideal proportions you can definitely make this work. You just need to loosen up some.”
“Oh.” Both Ingo and Emmet blink in surprise, neither of them expecting to hear such a response. They exchange yet another look and the younger twin tilts his head in thought, actually considering something.
Leaning closer, Emmet lets both hands rest loosely around the older twin’s shoulders, and Ingo turns to place his hands naturally on the other’s waist. It’s like they’re about to do a slow dance, and Emmet experimentally shifts his weight to get his legs into a casual position.
“…What are you doing, Emmet?” Ingo questions, feeling rather conscious about having his twin so close. Well, they’re usually pretty close to each other when no one is watching, but right now there’s a camera directly pointed towards them that he can’t simply ignore.
“Relax,” Emmet whispers, and he shuffles even closer to let his forehead rest against his twin’s.
Ingo finds himself naturally welcoming the contact, this particular position always so comforting to them both. There’s no worry of hats bumping against each other since they aren’t wearing any, and so their faces can be much closer to each other. He breathes out a sigh, feeling the subconscious tension in his shoulders melt away, and he’s tempted to close his eyes…
Snap.
The sudden sound of a shutter almost makes Ingo flinch, and his alert eyes turn towards the photographer who’s poised to take another shot.
“That looks much better,” the older man comments, giving a quick thumbs up. “Can both of you have one hand resting on the other’s shoulder and the other on the waist? Make the pose more symmetrical.”
As the twins do exactly that, the photographer takes another few shots, each snap making Ingo more and more self conscious. Even though he has no issues with being the centre of attention at work or amongst a crowd of people, there’s something about the cold lens of a camera that disturbs him. The permanence of the image, showing all the flaws and imperfections…
“You’re getting tense,” Emmet observes, his words a soft whisper against Ingo’s lips. “Is it the camera? …Or am I just that pretty?”
Ingo resists the temptation to snort, and his eyes naturally meet his brother’s identical ones. Pure silver. Twin moons framed by pale lashes. Being this close, it’s like he can count each individual one, so delicate and fine.
“The… makeup certainly accentuates your features,” Ingo remarks with a distracted hum. He adjusts his hold on Emmet, sliding his hand up to the back of the other’s head, careful not to push the wig out of place. “I wasn’t sure at first, but you look good as a brunet.”
“So do you.” Emmet smiles, though it’s not as sharp as his usual ones. It’s more relaxed. Maybe even a tad flirty.
Snap.
“Could the two of you look here for a moment?” the photographer asks with a beckoning hand, and two silver gazes slide over to the camera, a strange glow illuminating their irises.
“Yeah, that’s perfect.”
Snap.
The air is starting to feel a little charged with rising tension and warming skin, and the twins momentarily part to take calming breaths. It’s about time they do a different pose anyway, and this time the photographer directs them to show off their accessories more.
While Ingo faces the camera, Emmet is beside him, posing like he’s in the middle of whispering a secret into the elder twin’s ear. His hand is raised to show off the watch sitting on his wrist as well as the metal band around his ring finger, the sleek accessories glinting under the lights.
Those accessories are certainly attention-grabbing, yet Ingo’s gaze is only drawn to his twin, that devious smile on his face holding so much mystery behind it. And those lidded eyes sparkle with mischief while long eyelashes cast a shadow on pale flawless skin. It draws out a certain feeling in the older twin, the urge to pull his twin closer and feel that identical body against his…
He isn't even aware that he’s making quite the sensuous expression of his own, eyes dark and alluring along with a cool stoic frown. But Emmet certainly notices, and a little smirk dances at the corners of his smile as he softly whispers into the other’s ear,
“Like what you see?”
Snap.
“…Perhaps,” Ingo vaguely responds, and the two of them naturally shift their poses so that the older brother is now the one whispering into his little brother’s ear. A mirror of their previous position, but not necessarily an exact reflection.
Ingo rests one hand on Emmet’s shoulder and, following his urges, he reaches up with the other hand to touch his brother’s face. He slides up to cup the cheek, tilting it so that he can better access that pretty face. It’s almost like he’s about to kiss Emmet, but he simply pushes his head closer to the ear, briefly smelling the light fragrance of makeup.
Snap.
His eyes land on a clip-on earring that his brother is wearing, holding white gems that sparkle prettily under the lights. It’s perhaps a little too flashy for Emmet, but it seems the younger twin has a preference for things that glitter and shine.
“Do you enjoy feeling pretty for the camera, brother? Or do you just want me to say that you’re prettier and more attractive than anyone else?” Ingo asks with a low smooth tone, and he smirks when he sees the tip of his twin’s ear turning a shy pink.
Snap.
Very amused, Ingo stares at Emmet’s face, wondering just how far that blush will spread. And he notices that his brother seems a little stuffy in his white suit—all buttons of that black shirt done up to the top and a white tie settled tightly under the collar. Every piece is formal and professional, but way too restricting.
So Ingo decides to do his brother a favour. His hand comes down to grab the knot of the tie and he tugs it lower, appreciating the smooth loosening slide. Then, he undoes the top two buttons of that dress shirt with ease, pulling that collar open to show more of his brother’s pale skin.
Snap.
“How’s this, Emmet? I noticed you were looking a little warm…”
“And whose fault do you think that is?” Emmet replies, his sharp eyes boring straight into Ingo’s, and something seems to click between them.
They can both see it clearly. The want and need reflected in each other’s gazes. The natural attraction. The tempting heat. The pure desires.
And with a widening smile, Emmet grabs Ingo’s black tie, loosening it while also yanking the older twin closer, their identical faces less than inches apart.
Snap.
“Sorry I’m late guys!” Elesa says as she bursts through the studio doors. “There was a whole issue with the Nimbasa Gym coaster which took, like, forever to get fixed and–”
The supermodel cuts herself off as she registers the position the twins are in. The two of them are on a red velvet sofa, Emmet lying down on it while Ingo is on top, pinning him down. With one hand, Ingo holds Emmet’s wrists above the head, while his other hand is holding the base of Emmet’s tie, pressing his frowning lips against it with a sultry gaze.
Meanwhile, Emmet has a relaxed yet excited grin while lying under his brother. His dress shirt has been mostly unbuttoned and is pulled open, exposing the smooth skin of his chest. And to add to that, his head leans back against the round armrest, showing off his pale neck like he’s asking to be claimed.
Snap.
Of course, with Elesa barging in, two pairs of silver eyes snap to her like they’ve been caught in the middle of something. And there’s an awkward beat of silence before an amused look comes to the supermodel’s face, electric blue eyes sparkling knowingly.
“…Well! I’ll just come back when the two of you are done having fun~”
“Wait, Elesa!” Ingo yells after her in panic. “It’s not what it looks like!”
Following the rather eventful photo session, it doesn’t take long until the brothers start to see the results of their modelling popping up in the subways and stations.
The ads all have this monotone filter, giving a modern look which shows off the clothes and accessories while not drawing too much attention to the twins’ features. Sometimes the eyes and hair can be seen, but most of the time the photos are framed below the nose, only a smile and frown being visible.
Ingo wonders whether that’s still too telling of who the models are, but he’s already very thankful to the photographer and editors for doing such a good job. He’s overheard comments from passengers and staff alike as they pass by the ads, and it’s all been positive feedback to a surprising degree.
He supposes he and his brother do look rather handsome and charming in those photos… and perhaps they really do have some sex appeal after all…
Meanwhile, just outside the Nimbasa City Gym is a large advertising board, displaying a very… provocative image of the twin models on a velvet sofa. One brother on top of the other, shirts unbuttoned and skin exposed, while the two exchange an intense, erotic gaze… As if they’re going to do it then and there.
Without a doubt, Elesa chose to put that ad there, regardless of the consequences.
And those consequences are going to be verrry juicy indeed.