Author's Notes: :;sighs:: what can I say? I like to challenge myself? Orororororoo
	Um, this will be multi-chaptered....not sure on length. Yea....

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					Sketchy & Frisky
		
						by Silver Miko


Chapter 1: Blue Velvet Stud



	As small wisps of clouds slowly moved through the bright blue sky of the incredibly warm May morning, Shinomori Aoshi adjusted his black sunglasses as he looked around the large university campus. All the buildings looked the same, large and red bricked. It was official....he was lost.
	He watched students pass by chatting on their phones or scurrying in a hurry, and refrained from asking for directions. He was smart, he could figure out where Shiro Hall was, right? Clutching the small duffel bag in his hand tighter, he let out a small sigh. He saw a girl walking by and relented.
	"Excuse me?" he asked softly.
	She stopped, glanced at him from head to toe and with a small smile walked closer to him.
	"Yes?" she asked, in a voice he could tell she was trying to make sound alluring.
	"Can you tell me where Shiro Hall is?" 
	She pointed to the building to the left.
	"Is there anything else I can help you with?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.
	'Yeah..no!' he thought, but simply shook his head and mumbled a thanks and walked towards the hall. He could tell the young girl was probably pouting, but simple shrugged it off. In a pair of jeans and a plain black sleeveless shirt, he wasn't surprised by the amount of girls ogling him. 
	Insanely hot with an ass of gold, that was how a girl once had described him a while back in high school. It was partly the reason he was here today. And the fact that he owned Sagara a favor and he had said it would be good pay for one day's work. He must've been drunk to have let the Rooster talk him into this.
	Still, he did need to pay his rent and his new job wouldn't be starting for a week. Desperate measures, and as much as Aoshi hated those, he had little choice. Climbing the three flights of stairs he hoped it wouldn't be that bad, or cold for that matter, in the room. The last thing he needed was anything deciding to pop up. 
	As he reached the cream colored hallway lined wit student artwork, he looked around once more, then climbed the small, three steps of stairs into another small corrider also lined with artwork. He looked to see a petite woman, at least he thought it was a woman, obscured by a large sketchbook. 
	"Excuse me, is this Room 228?" he asked.
	The sketchpad was lowered to reveal indeed a woman, and a pretty one at that. She had large sea blue eyes, long black hair that was braided, a pencil between her soft looking lips....Yes, she was quite pretty, Aoshi thought.
	"Yea." she said, her words muffled from the pencil between her teeth, which she removed as she stood up and began to walk inside the room.
	He could see she was wearing jeans and a lavender button up shirt as he followed her inside and looked around the classroom full of easels for the profressor. 
	He spotted what appeared to be a tall woman with brown hair setting up a backdrop of a blue material. 
	"Hello, I'm Shinomori Aoshi. I believe Sagara Sanosuke spoke to you about me?" 
	"Oh?! Yes yes! You're the guy Sano's sending out way. Shame about him being sick and all. He's a cutie." 
	Aoshi blinked. 
	He wasn't imagining the pale green skirt and shirt...and yet.
	This was NO woman.
	"I'm Professor Oogama Kamatari, but everyone calls me Kamatari-sensei."
	"Uh..nice to meet you."
	Kamatari smiled and uhsered Aoshi over to the corner of the room where a folded out screen was for him to change. He set down his duffel bag and sighed, trying to calm his slowly fraying nerves. 
	"First time huh? Sano mentioned you've never done this before. I'll go easy on you." Kamatari said, and somehow it only served to increase Aoshi's nervousness. A nervousness he didn't know he had. He stepped behind the screen and removed his shirt and then his jeans and boxer breifs followed until he was completely naked. Trying to mask the hesitation in his steps, he walked to the blue backdrop and stepped up to the small platform that was about a foot of the ground, feeling the soft padding beneath his feet. 
	"Kamatari-sensei, what kind of poses would you like me to do?" he asked, trying avoid eye contact with any of the students setting their materials up. They didn't seem to care or gawk at him, but then again, this was an Advanced Figure Drawing Class, and these students had seen naked people for semesters. 
	"We're going to start with three ten minute poses, a thirty minute pose, have a small fifteen minute break, and then an hour long pose."
	"Ok." Aoshi murmured, and stretched his limbs out with hopes he wasn't blushing or looked too embarassed to be posing naked in front of twenty people...and one cross-dresser. 
	He then sat down to the side, twisting so the upper part of his body faced most of the class, his arms extended as his palms lay flat on the soft blue material...velvet.
	"Ok class, we'll begin with our three ten minute poses, then one half an hour pose to be done in charcoal, and then an hour pose in soft pastels. Begin now!" Kamatari yelled, clicking his timer on. He began pacing around the room carrying what Aoshi thought was a large feather. He noticed occasionally Kamatari would use the feather and brush it across a student's sketchpad and lightly reprimand them to correct their mistakes. 
	He had heard about that from Sano, how this profressor carried a feather he had supposedly cut off of a goose laying dead on the road. Now he recalled why he avoided taking art classes, the teachers were generally INSANE! He glanced around the room, his eyes falling on the girl who had been sketching in the worn orange chair in the corridor. He noticed she seemed....quite flustered as she looked at him. She had to be at least a second year art student, and he wondered exactly why she would be so flustered. It was....cute.
	Misao blinked, feeling her face redden more. He was looking at her! The freaking model was looking at her. Why was she even blushing, she wondered. She had seen naked models dozens of times and hadn't gotten flustered since the first time she drew one, so why now? Well....all the other models, in her opinion, were most definitely not as good looking as this guy. He was tall, athletic with just the right amount of muscle and sinew. His hair was black and he had bangs that fell over his eyes in such an oh-so sexy manner. She couldn't see his eye color yet. 
	Breaking away from his staring, she picked up her piece of vine charcoal and began to sketch. She picked up her kneaded eraser every now and then to correct any small mistakes as she furiously sketched, glancing and studying him and trying not to blush everytime he caught her gaze. Soon the three ten minute poses were over and Misao stretched her arms and legs out, roll her hands to loosen up her wrists and she turned to a clean page in her sketchpad. She plopped down in the stool behind her and took a sip of her flavored water as she waited for the next pose to set up. 
	Ever since she was twelve, all she wanted to was draw. She had taken as many art classes as she could and began to dabble in paints and other mediums. It hadn't surprised her guardian Okina and the others at the Aoiya when she decided to pursue Illustration in college. She loved art, and when she wasn't in class or working her part time job as a delivery girl for the University, she was in her small studio sketching and painting. She watched Aoshi begin to get into a pose and stood up, charcoal poised.
	'His name is Aoshi, huh? He seems like it's his first time doing this, but DAMN! What a body. Oh, bad bad thoughts Misao. Focus! Just sketch, drool later.You're just going to keep picturing this guy naked for days anyway.' she thought.
	It was true, once she studied something long enough and concentrated, she could remember it in perfect detail for days. It was her 'artist's eye'. She was starting to feel QUITE thankful for that skill now. 
	"Psst, Misao-chan!" 
	She looked to her right to the girl slightly taller than her with dark violet hair pulled in a ponytail.
	"What?" Misao whispered back.
	"I think he likes you.."
	"Who?"
	"Who? Mr. Yum Yum there butt nekkid." Kaoru murmured.
	Misao rolled her eyes and gave Kaoru a glare. 
	"Please, you make it sound like I'm having mental eye contact sex with the Blue Velvet Stud."
	Kaoru snickered softly.
	"Blue Velvet Stud, eh? Good one." 
	Kaoru immediately took on a serious expression as Kamatari walked their way. 
	Misao closed her eyes and shook her head slightly. 
	Kamiya Kaoru, who was a year older than her, had transfered into the art department in her second year and was also in Misao's Painting 1 and Photography class. One of the interesting things about being an art major was that you generally had classes with the same people all four years. Aside from Kaoru she had also met Himura Kenshin, who was teacher assistant to Hiko Seijirou the Ceramics teacher...Himura was also Kaoru's boyfriend. Then there was Tsunan Katsuhiro, who was a very talented watercolor and printmaking artist and also a darn good drinking buddy. He was an old friend of Sanosuke, who modeled occasionally. He had been the first model Misao had drawn, and she had spent twenty minutes just gawking nervously. Anytime she saw him, he always poked fun at her for it. She liked her co-eds well enough, and Kaoru had quickly become her best buddy, sharing Misao's passion for martial arts and ninja movies. It was made Misao feel just THAT much better than Kaoru was less better at holding her liquor. Heck, the first time she'd gone to the bar with Kaoru and the others, Kaoru had ended up red faced and sobbing that she was sweaty, clumsy girl but was good at other things she couldn't say. Riiiiiiiiiiight. Misao was still thankful to this day Kaoru had not elaborated. With a quiet yawn she turned her attention back to Aoshi and her eyes widened slightly. 
	Aoshi was standing with his back facing the class as he was leaned forward slightly with his palms down resting on one of the blue velvet covered pieces of furnature. The pose reminded Misao of someone being frisked by the cops in a way. It was then Aoshi had turned his head to look slightly over his shoulder, making Misao gulped as she saw his eyes for the first time. Blue eyes that seemed to go from icy to smoldering quickly. Misao could swear he was gazing at her again. Biting her lip she began sketching, ignoring the fact that she was practically drooling.
	Aoshi hid his smirk and was definitely glad he had thought of this pose. It was like he was waiting to be frisked, in a sort of naughty manner. It was also a bit more comfortable for him to hold for half an hour. But truthfully, he had chosen to pose because he was dying to see the black haired girl's reaction. He saw her eyes widen and how she pretended to not be so darn unsettled. He was actually starting to enjoy himself, as long as he forgot about the other people in the room and focused on her he wasn't as anxious. Glancing away briefly he allowed himself a quick smirk when he had noticed her gaze moving towards his backside.
	'Goodness!!! This guy's got the best butt I've ever seen! So..firm...Oh my God! Woah! Calm down, Makimachi, get a gripppp!!! Do not, I repeat, DO NOT start lusting so much over the model!' 
	Misao watched as Aoshi flexed his back slightly, watching the muscles ripple slightly over his smooth, tan skin. she gulped.
	'Start?! Hell, I'm way past starting to lust. I never had this problem with Rooster Head! Oh geeeeeeeez! Sketch! Must...sketch...oh...must not..ogle his perfect ass..' 
	Misao began to draw, capturing the lines and countours of his backside as she wiped her forehead with her hand. Setting her charcoal down, she unbuttoned her lavender shirt and set it aside, leaving her now in a black tank top. She picked up the charcoal and went back to work, drawing the lines of his legs, the curve of his spine...and soon she began to shade, getting the shadows and the highlights caused by the dim light lit on Aoshi. 
	"Okay everyone, we're going to take a fifteen minute break now!" Kamatari announced. 
	Aoshi exhaled and shook out his stiff limbs and walked over to the screen, grabbing the navy colored robe he had brought with him. Once it was securly covering his nudity, he glanced around the room and frowned slightly as he saw Misao quickly scurry out of the classroom. With a slight shrug he walked around to look at the sketches quietly, and breifly stopped at Kaoru's.
	"Not bad." he murmured.
	"Oh? Thanks! You're the first model we've had that I like drawing. All the others are usually old and fat, well, except Sano, but he's like an older brother who never pays you back."
	Aoshi smirked at her comment and moved to look at Misao's drawing. He studied it, tilting his head as he took in the mixture of hard and soft lines. 
	"Hey Misao-chan, I think he likes it." he heard Kaoru say to the girl as she walked back towards her easel slowly, blinking. 
	Aoshi glanced at her with a small smile on his face. 
	"It's good. Like the way you captured my backside. Pretty accurate." 
	Misao's cheeks reddened and Kaoru began laughing.
	"Misao-chan...oh man! If you could only see your face...soo..funny.." 
	Misao narrowed her eyes at Kaoru and stepped past Aoshi to lightly punch Kaoru in the arm.
	"Shut up." 
	"Sorry! Really! Heheh.."
	Misao turned her attention back to Aoshi, who was still looking at her work. He was taller than she had thought, and she only to came up to his chest. She fidgeted in her spot, tapping her fingers against her leg.
	"Umm...you're a pretty good model." she muttered.
	"Thanks. I'm glad someone drew me to my liking, otherwise I'd be pretty upset at having posed naked for nothing. Although, it hasn't been as bad as I thought it would be." he remarked, and then gave her a quick wink as he walked back towards the screen to take off his robe and walked back over to the backdrop and platform.
	"Oh man, he was so flirting with you." Kaoru whispered.
	"What?! Oh no way! And anyways, models and students usually don't get involved anyway!" 
	"But Misao-chan, we do hang out with Sano and I think I heard Kamatari-sensei saying this was a one-time gig for Aoshi-san."
	Misao blinked. 
	"One-time?"
	What a shame. Despite her flustered state he was a beautiful model, probably the most gorgeous looking man she had ever seen to be exact. Like a stoic, Japanese Adonis. She snorted softly. 
	'Right, and I'm hardly Aphrodite here.' 
	To say she was little self-conscious was hitting the mark. She was shorter than most girls, and not as well built. Still, some had commented that her eyes were pretty, as was her hair and complexion. A complexion usually smudged with paint or some other medium. And then there was the fact that she smelled like turpentine often. Yep, she was steps away from being branded flammable. 
	Taking out her box of pastels, Misao picked out a few colors and went to task as she glanced over at Aoshi to study his final pose. 
	Her jaw dropped.
	Aoshi was laying on back with his right leg bent up slightly and his arms raised behind his head, grasping onto some of the blue velvet. His head was slightly thrown back and Misao couldn't but think he looked like he was being tied up or something. 
	'DAMN DAMN DAMN HENTAI MIND!!!! WHYYYYYYYYYYY?!!!! So unfair...must...focus! FOCUS! Do not imagine tied up Aoshi...oh..crap...draw..come on, pick up that blue pastel.' 
	Closing her mouth she colored in the blue, capturing the folds of the blue velvet as she discreetly fanned her face quickly. She had heard of love at first sight, but lust at first sight? 
	Aoshi in the meantime couldn't help but notice how nice the velvet felt against his skin, all soft and somehow sensual. Suddenly he pictured Misao there with him on the velvet and furrowed his brows.
	'Oh shit oh shit, do not get turned on!!! Do not let the 'little kodachi' reveal itself..craapppp..must get turned off....think Shinomori...what's the most unsexy thing you can think of?!'
	And suddenly he pictured it.
	'Saitoh..Saitoh!!!'
	The law student who was an acquaintance of his, Saitoh Hajime was to best sum it up, an Alpha Asshole who resembled a wolf. With his hard amber eyes, chronic smoking, and unearthly addiction to soba, Saitoh was the definitely the biggest turn off ever. It stumped Aoshi eternally, as it did with Sano, as to how Saitoh ended up with a girlfriend, Takagi Tokio. Then again, it was largely suspected Tokio was the boss in that relationship. Though getting Saitoh to admit it was like getting him to give up smoking. Not fucking happening.
	Soon the hour was up and Aoshi stood, and went to change back into his clothes. He noticed students walking out and was disheartened to see Misao leave. He felt he wanted to talk to her more, but refrained. Grabbing his duffel bag he put his sunglasses on and walked out. 
	'Guess I'll never see that Misao girl again. Damn...she was cute too.' he lamented.
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	Walking into the small coffeeshop near his apartment, Aoshi instantly was assailed with the smell of coffee and baked goods and could feel his mouth watering.
	'Teaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...' his brain groaned out, desperate for his favorite warm beverage.
	walking to the counter he ordered a medium green tea with honey and a slice of cappucino cheesecake. It was rare for the coffeeshop to make it, and whenever they did he made sure to buy a slice. Paying and taking his order, he looked around the wood furnished room for a place to sit, and then smirked.
	Sitting in the corner with a sketchbook drawing was none other than Misao, her braid pinned up loosely. Without hesitation, he walked towards her. 
	Misao sketched lightly with her mechanical pencil, recalling in perfect detail the curves and planes as she did a sketch of Aoshi. Ever since the class days ago, she couldn't help but keep drawing him. She was inspired, and had furiously began doing dozens of sketches at home. 
	"Wow, good memory." 
	Misao stiffened when she heard the deep voice and silent gasped when she saw Aoshi slide into the seat across from her, setting down his cup of tea and slice of cheesecake.
	"Er..um..hello." she murmured, setting her pencil down. "Good to see you again."
	"Hmm, fully clothed too." Aoshi replied, taking a sip of his tea.
	'Ahh...caffeine.'
	Misao's eyes widened slightly and she laughed softly, the tension broken.
	"Did I really look so flustered in class?"
	"A little. I had thought upper level art students didn't get like that anymore."
	Misao put her sketchbook back into her back and took a sip of her vanilla chai.
	"Well, I normally don't. You're the exception." 
	Aoshi smiled. He definitely liked this girl.
	"If this is odd I can move to another table."
	Misao held out her hand.
	"No no! It's fine! Really."
	"Hmm..good. I didn't feel like getting up. We weren't really introduced properly, I'm Shinomori Aoshi." he said, extending a hand.
	"Makimachi Misao." she replied with a smile, shaking his hand and thought to herself she was paranoid and that he had not just lightly stroked her hand with his thumb.
	 "Interesting, I've never introduced myself to a girl after she's seen me naked."
	Misao arched an eyebrow.
	"Never had a one-night stand before or anything?"
	"No, it's not my style. I don't want to end up being stalked or anything."
	Misao giggled. 
	"I suppose not. Yeah, I suppose this is a little odd."
	"Still, you are proving to be good company." he murmured, then took a bite of his cheesecake, closing his eyes and savoring the taste. 
	"Having a chocolate orgasm?"
	His eyes shot open and looked at her startled, the words that had slipped out of her mouth causing his imagination to run wild.
	"Sorry, sorry! That's what me and Kaoru-chan call it with that expression and all. She asks me that all the time."
	'Stop talking now!!!!' her mind screamed. 
	"Interesting way of putting it." he mused.
	Misao looked down at her hands, her fidgeting het leg back and forth as she suddenly looked up.
	"Would you, um, maybe model for me?" 
	Aoshi paused in taking a bite of his cheesecake and set the fork down.
	"Model for you, a sketchy girl?"
	"Ha ha, funny frisky boy. I mean, I know the class was a one-time thing, but it's just you're a really good model and I wanted to do a painting. I mean I can pay you."
	'She wants me to model for her...in her studio....naked...alone...with her...why am I still thinking this over?!'
	"All right." he murmured, and Misao seemed to be surprised by his response.
	"You will? Great! I mean, it would be probably for a day and I can't pay as well as the school but.."
	"Don't wory about it. Consider it on the house since you're providing me with company."
	"Really?! GREAT!! Thank you soooo soo much!!!" she said, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen and scribbling on it.
	"Is Monday okay?" 
	"Yeah, that's fine." Aoshi replied, and took the piece of paper as she offered.
	"That's my address and cell phone number. Show up around...noon. I'm not really a morning person and that would give me time to set up."
	"Okay." Aoshi said with a nod and watched as she stood up and collected her belongings.
	"Thank you, Aoshi-san, I'll see on Moday at noon then. Have a nice day." 
	And with that she was gone.
	Aoshi looked at where she had been sitting, then returned to his cheesecake and tea. Monday at noon. Had it been anyone else, he would have swiftly declined the request. But this Misao....
	He most definitely wanted to see her again. And spending an entire day with her naked, well him naked at least, was some progress. 
	His day was definitely looking up.
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	AN: Hmmmm... kinda vaguely know where this is going, I dunno. I have to get up at six am tomorrow to go to NYC for the art department trip. Mouuuuuuuu..
	So yeaaaaah..ok. The inspiration for this fic is based on the fact that my university has NO goodlooking male models. NONE! It's soooooo sad. So I was online with Shin I think and I suddenly thought, now Aoshi would be a model I'd wanna draw. And I was like..wait. FIC! 
	LOL. So you guys get the title right? Sketchy and Frisky?
	Misao sketches, and Aoshi did the naughty frisk pose. Well, and he's frisky. Tee hee.
 Oh speaking of, credit for the naughty frisk pose goes to shin-no-shibo, who suggested it when I asked her if she had suggestions.
	The last pose is based on a very nice naughty fanart my friend found of Kakashi from Naruto. Oh man, hot! So yeaaaaaaaaaaaaahh.. hrm...guess that's all I have to say..
Later.