Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Easy FAKE Oven ❯ Random Affection ( Chapter 3 )

Title: Random Affections

Rating: PG (? Maybe?)

Written for: fanfic_bakeoff's "token" secret ingredient theme with bonus ingredient of all dialogue

Words: 300 on the nosey! XD

Summary: Dee-brand affection at its finest.

Pairing: Dee/Ryo

Disclaimed: I don't own FAKE or any of its characters. They belong to one Sanami Matoh and anyone she may have sold the legal rights to. I'm just playing with them for a bit.

Notes: It's probably safe to assume that this is set after the end of the seventh volume. The Bakeoff's bonus ingredient was "dialogue 'fics." I've never written one before. Not sure that I'll ever do it again. All dialogue makes me twitchy. O.o

 

Random Affection

 

“What is that?”

 

“Flowers for my sweetie?”

 

“Uh-huh. What are you up to, Dee?”

 

“Ryo, I'm hurt! Can't a guy give his hard-working partner a token of his affection without being interrogated?”

 

“Hm. Know what? No.”

 

“Aw, c'mon, dude! It's just flowers. No ulterior motives, I swear. (Well, maybe one or two, but hey, a guy's gotta try.)”

 

“Uh-huh. Su - What. Is. That?!”

 

“Ummm...”

 

“Dee, that's a - a - Oh God, I can't even say it!”

 

“You know, you're really cute when you blush like that.”

 

“…”

 

“Oh, wow! I had no idea a human being could actually turn maroon! Bwahahahahahaha! Ow! Damn it, Ryo!”

 

“Go ahead and laugh, jackass. Just get that - thing - out of here!”

 

“I'm sorry. Get rid of what, exactly?”

 

“That - that - thing!”

 

“Hmmmm, still dunno what yer talkin' about, dude. You're gonna have to be more specific.”

 

“COCKRING, damn it! That COCKRING needs to get off of my desk right n -Mmmmmmmmm…”

 

“…You said `cockring'.”

 

“Grrr! Dee, repeat after me: I will not pounce my partner! (You'd be surprised what you'd get if you'd just ask…) Now get to work!”

 

“…”

 

“Dee! Work. Now!”

 

“Oh, no, dude. You are crazy if you think I'm just lettin' that one go.”

 

“Don't know what you're talking about.”

 

“Uh-huh. Why you blushin', then?”

 

“…”

 

“So?”

 

“So, what?”

 

“You. Me. Kiss?”

 

“Will you get back to work if I say `yes'?”

 

“Hmmmm… Sure. Whatever.”

 

“Deeeee!”

 

“Okay, okay! I'll work if you let me kiss you.”

 

“O--Okay.”

 

“Yay -- !”

 

“Mmmmmmm…”

 

“…You know, I never get tired of that look.”

 

“Damn it, Dee! You've had your kiss! Now get back to work!”

 

“Fine, fine. Here's me, working.”

 

…

..

.

 

“Hey, Dee?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Your kisses are better than flowers.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“… And the cockring?”

 

“Grrrrrrr!”

 

“Ow! Damn violent bastard!”