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" Sex is like when you mix red paint in blue.

Red defines passion, desire, hunger, the  fire inside you. Something spontaneous, drastic euphoria, reckless excitement. Basically everything Bikini Kill was about."

They laughed.

Igor Kowalski knew exactly what he was talking about. Art to him was all about concept and mostly channeling your feelings into creating something that would evoke new emotions you never thought you even had.

' It's self discovery', he often said. 'Art is inside you, an infant growing. And after the nine months that the baby has  fed inside you and needs to explore the world, instead of you pushing it out of your vagina, no offense to the ladies', he'd point his hands up in mock surrender,  'you need to let the child come out through you. The child morphs and becomes a person in you and that very person is art.'

"Now the blue part in sex is the part no one talks about. The sadness attached to it. sex is lonely, temporary, infidel, pain and melancholy. "

Igor ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair, "Grief, it has got a Lana del Rey vibe you know."

"Didn't know you were a fan Mr . Kowalski."
Someone blurted.

Igor shrugged, " you need to keep yourself updated when you teach a bunch of teenagers, right , er?"

"Jason Stewart, sir."

"Mr. Stewart, ah, yes. Moving on."

The seniors stared at him expectantly, they worshipped Igor , a renowned name in the art industry, they could kill for the passes to his art exhibition. A legend he was.

Igor deserved the fame. He had earned it all the man was known for a reason and besides art it was his looks. Even in his early fifties he looked around thirty his hair swept back and the smile, of course, the million dollar insurance worthy smile.

"But why are you telling us all this Mr. Kowalski?"

"Good question. Now, I want you to paint, channel that inner painter, paint your desires, your emotions, I want you to paint what you think of sex."

"You want us to paint dick pics?"

Igor scowled.

He had students in a swarm this year, like every year. Rich brats, he thought as he sighed and stared at the crowd, first impressions did matter to him and none seemed to strike his interests until his eyes met a tall lean figure leaning next to the marble pillar, his brooding eyes directly staring into Igor's pale green ones.

Igor clapped his hands, " I absolutely forgot," a smile creeping onto his flat lips," Dmitri."

Dmitri got his cue as he took long strides  to the front of the class. He screamed perfection, his golden skin shining under the white ceiling lights, his black mane however seemed messed up perfectly as if he woke up looking like that.

Igor was impressed, the boy was six feet something. Usually getting models this young for the class was a task but he couldn't have thanked Elizabeth enough to have found him this boy who could strike a chord with the majority of students.

There was low whistling.

There were gasps.

"Do you always get that reaction, Dmitri ?" Igor chuckled.

Dmitri smiled digging his hands into his pockets, " you get used to it ."

*

At the back Allison eyes widened as she stared at this walking god of a man striding to the front. He was standing just a few feet behind her during all this time and she had barely noticed him.

You get used to it.

His voice was deep and throaty, honey coated in fact. A faint hint of some accent flashed but he was fast enough to hide it.

"Holy shit," Maria fanned her face. Sitting right next to Allison, she gripped her arm trying to get her attention, " Did you see that ? Did his biceps just flex? Oh my god.  "

He looked casual in his black t-shirt and jeans , but god, to Maria did he look delicious and there was no denying that.

Maria raised her hand.

This bitch is making a full move, Allison thought, nudging Maria but she clearly ignored it.

"Yes, Ms Garcia," Igor said.

She looked at Dmitri, twirling her hair, " I think I've seen you somewhere ?"

Allison glared at Maria, knowing exactly what she was doing.

Dmitri shrugged, smiling slyly, " must be those underwear commercials."

"Is that all you wanted to ask Ms Garcia?" Igor grinned as he motioned for Maria to sit down. Maria could feel her face burning as she nodded, sitting down.

Allison smirked and leaned in an inch so that only Maria could hear to her, " is it just me or is it  really hot in here now ?"

*

All canvases were out.

Dmitri made sure not to make an eye contact , he stripped down to his underwear and stood on the pedestal a brooding, bored  look  in his eyes as they painted him. He never knew what they painted about him and sex.

He wouldn't want to know.

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[ A/ N ] : updated at last ha. Vote + comment ! Idk what to think of this , idk where I'm headed w this :/
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