Fake Fan Fiction ❯ First Night ❯ Chapter 1

Title: First Night

Author: JadeHeart

Archived: Found on CLAMPesque Board and AdultFanfiction.net. If anyone else would like it, please ask me first!

Fandom: Fake

Rating: X

Warnings: Lemon, graphic sex, yaoi

Timeline: Vol 7 (manga)

Summary: Ryo finally gives in to his feelings for Dee.

Author's Notes:This story is how I see the first time these two get into bed. I don't think they got as far as completely `doing it' that night - based on some of the things said in Act 20 (Vol 7) where Ryo states he doesn't know what to do and Dee assures him he does. If they had already gone all the way, then there wouldn't be any need to make either comment. Also, at the end of Act 20, Dee comments that Ryo wouldn't be able to walk after what they had just done, and yet after the first time we see no evidence of Ryo having this sort of problem, and he had already left when Dee awoke. So I think they went a long way but Dee was still taking it easy and holding back a little. Which also makes sense when in Act 20 Dee states that now Ryo had confessed to being in love with him, he wasn't going to hold back anymore. Anyway, that is just my interpretation of things. Please take heed of the warnings as I don't wish to offend.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this, they belong to the creators of `Fake', nor am I making any profits from this.

 

 

 

I gave in. Finally, I just gave in.

 

When he cradled my head gently against his chest, I melted. I leant into his touch, wanting the comfort, the feeling of safety and peace that just being with him generated in my soul.

 

I couldn't remember how I reached Dee's apartment, didn't remember consciously making the decision to go there. My mind had been reeling from what Leo had said, confused thoughts rushing around inside my head, and when I had looked up, I had found myself outside Dee's place. My heart had lurched in my chest when the door had opened and I saw him standing there. Somehow, I knew everything would be alright now.

 

I felt his hand cupping the back of my head, fingers threaded through my hair. His other hand rose to lay gently on my cheek, his skin warm and smooth against my face. I felt his lips press softly against my forehead, a gentle pressure, and I leant further towards him. He placed another kiss on my cheek, and tears gathered in the corner of my eyes; tears of relief, of joy, of happiness.

 

I raised my face towards him, letting his lips find mine, pressing against them gently, but firmly. There was a coldness down my cheeks as my tears fell. His tongue traced the outline of my lips softly, and my lips parted to allow his tongue full access to my mouth.

 

The kiss was long and deep, stealing my breath away. I relaxed fully against him, feeling his firm body pressed against mine, his strong arms wrapped tightly around me; supporting me, holding me, sheltering me. Protecting me.

 

I gave into my feelings then, let go of my fears. I wound my tongue around his, pushing it forward into his mouth to return the gesture. I felt him press me backwards, the bed rising underneath me. He broke the kiss and looked me full in the face, watching me. I pulled him closer, feeling his body pressed against mine, clasping my arms around him, burying my face into the crook of his neck. I would do this because it was what I wanted - had always wanted.

 

He raised his head again, looking down at me. I held his gaze. He still remained seated next to me, arms on either side of my body. I kept my hands on his bare arms, holding him. It was almost ironic in a way. That I was holding him as though I feared that he would be the one to leave me.

 

“Are you sure about this, Ryo?” he asked me quietly, his green eyes gazing deeply into mine.

 

Was I?, I wondered, looking up at him. I looked at his face, let myself fall into those deep eyes, let myself be swept up in them. And, surprisingly, I didn't drown in them as I had feared. I didn't lose myself, and all that I was. Looking into his eyes, I realised that I had finally, truly, found myself.

 

I reached up to him, running a hand gently along the side of his face. “Yes, Dee…” and moved my hand to the back of his head, drawing him down towards me. I felt him move, stretching out, laying his long body over mine. “One hundred percent sure.” I whispered with a soft smile, as I drew his head down so our lips touched, drawing him back into a kiss.

 

I pushed my tongue across his lips begging for entrance. He obligingly parted them and I boldly delved inside, savouring the taste of him, of tobacco and beer. I had never taken the initiative before, at least not when I had been in my right mind, and doing so now excited me as I felt Dee's hands stroke my skin, his breath mingling with mine.

 

As Dee leant down to me again, I realised that this was the first time he had fully brought all his weight to bear on me. Sure he had pounced on me many a time over the year. Pushed me down, sat on me, straddled me, leant close to me. But there had only been one time that he had fully, and completely, laid over my body, and that had been during the John Hale case. That had been the time when he had once again tried to bed me, before giving up. And I had apologised for not being able to reciprocate his actions. How foolish I had been.

 

I remembered now how nice it had felt to have his arms wrapped around me then, even though I had shied away from that thought at that time. Now I thought it again, felt it again, as I held him close in the kiss, arms wound round his neck, as he moved to stretch out fully along the length of my body.

 

One of his legs slipped between mine, hip pressing into my groin. He moved his lips to my neck, trailing paths of fire over my skin, making me shiver in delight. It still amazed me how he could create such sensations in me, such desire. I was still afraid, that hadn't fully gone away. This was all so new, so different, so unexpected. But I no longer wanted to escape it.

 

I leant my head back further, granting him greater access to my throat, feeling his lips close over the skin at the pulse point and suckle. I gasped in pleasure, hands clenched on his arms, back arching a little, as I pushed into his touch. He brought his lips back to mine. Those warm full lips, soft and sensual, tongue sliding into my mouth, exciting me. I wrapped my tongue around his, duelling for supremacy, but he won, pushing deeply inside.

 

I felt a tugging on my shirt as his deft fingers undid the buttons. Dee was quite accomplished in how easily he could manage that one handed. I doubted I could do it. He pushed the cloth from my chest, the satiny fabric cool on my over-heated skin. I felt like I had a fever. My whole body seemed to burn.

 

I shivered again as a hand swept upwards and brushed over a nipple. The fingers gripped it gently, rolled and then squeezed it. I moaned. I couldn't help it, as the sensations began to build in that one spot.

 

Dee moved above me and brought his bare chest into direct contact with mine. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, feeling the play of muscles under by hands, the silkiness of his skin as I touched him. My breath caught as I absorbed the full skin contact of our bare torsos, the hands touching me, the warm mouth covering mine.

 

Those lips left mine again, trailing down my throat, licking a line across my collar bone. His hands moved to my shoulders and continued to push my top off. As the pyjamas were borrowed from Dee they were a little large on me. He was broader in the shoulder than myself, so they were rather loose anyway. I could easily slip my arms free with little struggle.

 

Once I had done so, those hands trailed up my bared arms, making the hairs stand up as though charged with electricity at their passing. They moved to run down the sides of my body, trailing over ribs, leaving a trail of fire across my body. Dee had large hands and he spread them wide across my skin, wrapping from my waist and over my stomach.

 

His lips closed over my right nipple, tongue laving across the hard nub. I moaned at the contact, arching up into it. The first time he had done this had felt weird - or so I had thought at that time. Now I knew it hadn't been because it felt weird; it had been because I had been so frightened of how good it had felt. I could feel the silky touch of his hair as it trickled over my skin as he moved, the soft feathery touches sending sparks shooting across my flesh.

 

His mouth moved to my other nipple; licking, kissing, circling, nibbling. His lips suddenly closed firmly over it, sucking it up into his mouth. I gasped loudly, hands automatically grasping his head, tangling my fingers into his hair, and pushing that delectable mouth closer to my burning flesh. It was so incredibly good!

 

He finally released the nipple, placing one last lick across the aching nub, then trailed his tongue down the centre of my chest. His tongue dipped into my navel, sucking at my hip bone, hands stroking fingertips across my skin.

 

I felt a tugging at the waistband of the pyjamas, sliding them down lower. His warm tongue followed their path, ghosting across skin that rarely saw the light of day. I could feel his hands flat over my hips, felt his tongue trail across the top of my pubic hair. I knew he could feel my erection. How could he not? I had been hard for a long time now, growing harder with each new sensation he had created in my body. I could feel his chin brush across its rigidness, his hot breath caressing it through the thin fabric.

 

We hadn't spoken since my answer to his question. There were no more questions to ask, no more answers required. I wanted this. He wanted this. I wanted him. All of him. That was all.

 

My breathing was faster now, my hands still tangled in his hair as his head dipped lower. That soft touch was intoxicating, raising goose-bumps across my skin. I felt the pants pulled lower still over my hips, and I lifted slightly to assist Dee as he pulled them down further. His warm mouth trailed down one leg, as he slithered backwards, dragging the pants with him. I was forced to relinquish my hold on his head as he moved lower, unable to maintain contact as he slipped further down my body.

 

I felt the cloth slide off my feet, baring my body fully. I shivered. I didn't feel embarrassed by my nakedness. I shivered in anticipation, in wanting. What I wanted I didn't know yet, but I still knew I wanted it.

 

Dee's tongue had returned to my skin again, this time to trail up the other leg, hands following slowly behind. He mouthed the flesh at the join of groin and thigh, tongue gliding along the crease, then doing the same on the opposite side.

 

Unconsciously, my legs parted as that hot breath sent answering fires through my body, and Dee's body nestled fully between them. I felt that mouth draw closer to my erection, closer still. I could feel myself growing hotter, so hot. I began to writhe under his touch, unable to lie still.

 

“Dee,” I moaned breathlessly, pleading for …something.

 

Dee responded to my plea, leaning down, and ran his tongue up the underside of my shaft from the base to the tip.

 

“Ahh!” I cried out, throwing my head back at the contact, my hands blindly reaching again to his head to hold him there. That tongue continued to stroke me firmly. Gods, he was talented with that mouth of his!

 

I moaned again, unable to prevent my body moving at the motion as the fires banked. His tongue returned to the tip of my erection, as a hand settled on the inside of my left leg. I felt him pushing the leg upwards until it was at right angles, my body opening up further to his gaze and ministrations.

 

The touch of his hand on the soft inside of my thigh sent further sparks through me, as did the thought of how revealed I was to his gaze and touch. It was the most erotic and exciting thought I had ever had. So much so, that I felt my erection harden further and lift in response. Seeking, and finding….

 

Finding a warm moist cavern that encompassed the tip, a firm tongue stroking over the slit and circling the head, before that engulfing warmth crept lower and lower. The heat slowly encasing my erection was almost unbearable. I moaned again and again at every downward movement, until Dee had swallowed my entire length.

 

I could feel my back muscles beginning to ache a little as they remained arched, as my body tired to push into that warmth, into that feeling. Dee began to move his head, sliding upwards, lips still gripping me firmly, and then down again.

 

I lay back, savouring this feeling; feeling that heat, the wetness across my erection. I knew I was panting. I couldn't stop. My whole body was aching with need, with desire. I wanted him. I wanted more. I needed more.

 

I could feel all these sensations beginning to centre in my groin, as a familiar feeling grew. I was going to come soon, very soon. Suddenly Dee's mouth left me, my pulsing erection sliding from that pleasurable touch.

 

“Dee?” I questioned breathlessly, feeling bereft. Had I done something wrong?

 

Dee placed a gentle kiss on the head of my shaft, receiving an answering twitch at the contact. “I don't want it to end just yet,” he said in a husky voice, looking down at me from where he knelt back on his knees between my legs.

 

The look in his eyes sent further fires of want through my body. His green eyes were dark with passion and desire, a look that was so much more intense than any he had ever given me before. And they were possessive, as I saw them rove across the full length of my naked body. I knew that I was flushed, not just my face, but my entire body as well. My lips felt swollen from our kisses, just as his were.

 

He looked beautiful in the moonlight. I saw his hands reach out and stroke the inside of my thighs, ghost across my stomach, brush over my erection, still unfulfilled.

 

“Man, you are so beautiful,” he said in a wondering voice, once more echoing my own thoughts of him.

 

I shivered at his touch, and with delight at his words. I didn't mind being admired like that. Not by him.

 

I watched as he knelt up and brought his hands to the front of his sweatpants. He continued to look at me, never taking his eyes from my face. I couldn't resist glancing down to see him slowly undo the drawstring, loosening the material around his waist. As the material fell away, I could see that he wasn't wearing anything underneath. Not surprising, as I had caught him just after having a shower and simply relaxing at home.

 

He hooked his fingers in the waist and pulled them down over his hips to his knees. Then leaning forward on one outstretched arm, he slipped them past his knees, and I soon heard them land with a soft thud to the floor.

 

He knelt there above me, now completely naked. I gazed at him. He was like a beautiful statue of a Grecian god, the moonlight making his skin look sleek like marble, every muscle defined perfectly. His dark hair fell over his eyes as it was wont to do, half hiding those piercing green eyes that looked right to the bottom of my soul.

 

I let my eyes wander down his chest, lower, until I looked fully upon his manhood. It wasn't the first time I had seen Dee naked, but never had I seen him like this. Fully erect, upright, and even in the darkness, I could see the engorged tip. As I watched, I caught the glisten as a drop of precum emerged. The sight made my own erection weep, and I could feel the moistness slide onto my stomach.

 

Dee then moved forward, arms reaching out to rest on either side of my body. He began to lower his body slowly, keeping eye contact. He supported his upper body, bracing himself and holding it above me, but I felt the lower portion of his body touch mine. I felt his hip bones touch, but most gloriously of all, I felt his hot erection suddenly pressing directly against mine.

 

I felt my eyes widen in delight at this new feeling. “Oh, gods!” I gasped, hands reaching around his back, pressing my hips upwards as he continued to press his down. The feelings grew intense, and I grasped the back of his head to hungrily bring his mouth back to mine. I could taste something slightly salty, a little bitter, and suddenly realised that I was tasting myself. It was the taste of my precum, still in Dee's mouth. I almost pulled away but Dee was holding me tightly, and he slid upwards a little, and then back down, and all other thoughts fled my mind as that small motion and friction made me moan and push towards him.

 

The kiss continued. Deep, hot, fevered, as we both seemed to want to devour each other. Dee was still making small movements, increasing my desire. I could feel Dee's back slick with sweat, making the surface so smooth to run my hands across the skin. I knew that I was the same, could feel a trickle from my temple. My whole body was beginning to shake, aching with need.

 

I tried to pull Dee closer, feeling that I wanted to almost crawl under his skin, become one with him. My arms were wrapped tightly across his back and I drew my legs upwards, spreading them wider to wrap around his hips and press his pelvis tighter against me. I could feel the muscles in his buttocks clenching with his motion…contract, relax, contract, relax.

 

Dee lifted himself sightly and grasped my arms, dragging them back down to the bed. I felt his fingers laced with mine, holding me there, his mouth pressed to mine, my knees almost touching his shoulders as I opened my legs wider and pushed my pelvis higher against him. My hands gripped his, held on, wanting to pull him down to me further.

 

Dee dragged his mouth from mine and began a fevered trail down my body. I could hear his ragged pants in the stillness of the room, echoed by my own. My hands were clenched in the quilt, body writhing, squirming, craving.

 

Dee didn't stop at my erection this time, except for one swift lick across the tip, lapping up the pool of precum that had settled there. His tongue trailed down the underside of my shaft and I lifted my hips in response. I felt his tongue slide lower as his hands slipped under my lifted hips, and held them there.

 

He licked around my testicles, suddenly sucking one into his mouth and rolling it around. I jerked in response, crying out at the pleasure. He repeated the gesture to the other side, then tongued down the tight ridge of skin below them. He followed that pathway and I suddenly felt his tongue push against my anus.

 

I jumped in surprise, my pleasure dazed mind struggling out of its stupor. I didn't know what to do about this. Dee must have sensed my uncertainty for he lifted his head and looked up my body, catching my eyes as I gazed down at him.

 

“Trust me. Just enjoy it. I am,” and still keeping his eyes on my face, he moved one of his hands and clasped it firmly around my erection and stroked.

 

“Ohhh,” I moaned, and could no longer keep my eyes open as he continued with that motion. I barely noticed when he dropped his head and returned to what he had been doing.

 

I soon became aware though of a new sensation beginning in my body, and it was centred on what Dee was doing. I still couldn't stop myself moaning or writhing from Dee's motion on my stiff shaft, but now I felt another sensation of pleasure beginning from the warm moistness of his tongue sliding in and out of my body, swirling around, pushing, plunging inside. It was strange, and yet at the same time, felt very, very good.

 

I gave into the sensation then. Letting my body enjoy what it wanted to enjoy - and it did. I could feel myself drawing closer to climax again. I was hoping against hope that Dee wouldn't notice. I didn't want him to stop again. I needed this release so badly!

 

I moaned deeper, my hips thrusting upwards into his touch. Dee began to speed up his hands motion, stroking me faster, harder, all the while his tongue plunged faster and deeper inside my body. I was gasping now, almost struggling to get enough oxygen into my lungs. My body was beginning to shake, my muscles beginning to clench, tighter, tighter.

 

Suddenly Dee shifted, his tongue left my body, and a part of me regretted that loss. I opened my eyes to see him descend upon me, chest to chest, head burrowing into the crook of my neck, his hot breath coming fast and hard against my skin as his tongue lapped my sweat soaked skin. His body pressed against my straining erection, and I felt his own firm against mine.

 

Dee began to move on top of me, thrusting his erection against mine, pressing into my body and creating delightful friction for us both. I could hear his breathing in sync with mine; faster, faster, panting, gasping. I could hear him moan, could feel the muscles in his own body tensing, tightening.

 

I was so close, and if I knew anything at all about men, then so was Dee. Very close. I felt the tension continue to build, knew it was coming soon. I felt Dee's right hand slide under me and suddenly felt a finger slide inside my body, where moments before his tongue had been.

 

This new sensation was firmer, harder, and completely different to his tongue. It sent hot fires through my body as I had not felt before. I could feel him pump his hand within me, harder, faster, and my body was responding as he continued to thrust against me, our erections tight against each other.

 

I had never felt these sensations before in areas that no-one had ever touched, but I didn't mind them, not at all. How could I when my whole body was begging for release, and anything that brought it closer to that was welcomed. Dee pressed harder against me, both with body and with hand, and my own body was thrusting up to meet his motion as I gripped his shoulders tightly, pressing him against me.

 

Suddenly a bolt of fire shot through my entire body, centred on Dee's hand. He had touched something deep inside me and it completely blew me away. I couldn't control myself any longer as I cried out, throwing my head back into the pillows, my body spasming. I felt hot ribbons of liquid pulse from my erection, smearing between our moving bodies, and even more ecstatically, I heard Dee's own cry of release and I felt his own release jerk from his body, and more liquid joined mine.

 

With a last final thrust, Dee groaned and shuddered, dropping his head to my chest, body still shaking. I was breathing heavily, my own body still quivering with the after shocks. I felt the feeling of pressure remove itself from beneath me, and realised that Dee was sliding his fingers from my body. For now I could feel that there had been more than one pressed inside. It was still a strange feeing, but not entirely unpleasant. Especially not when it had been coupled with what we had just done.

 

Dee moved slightly, trying to get his arms under him to lift himself off, but I wrapped my arms around him to hold him still.

 

“Just lie still. You don't have to move.” I whispered to him, stroking his hair, lifting it from the back of his neck where it was moist with sweat.

 

“Don't want to squash you,” he rasped out.

 

“You're not.” I assured him quietly.

 

“You okay?” he asked, after a moment of silence, not looking up.

 

“Yeah,”

 

“You sure?” This time he raised his head to look me in the eyes.

 

I looked back steadily. Never again would I turn my gaze away from his. No longer did I fear being swallowed in his gaze, for I knew exactly who, and what I was. And I was his - always.

 

I reached up and cupped the side of his beautiful face. “I'm sure.”

 

“Even with…..” he motioned down my body and I knew he wasn't referring to the evidence of our release that was liberally smeared across both our chests and stomachs.

 

“Even with that,” I said, stretching up to brush a light kiss across his lips.

 

“I didn't hurt you, did I?” He was so concerned for my well being, it was touching.

 

I stroked his hair from his forehead, and smiled at him. “No, you idiot. You didn't hurt me. It was all okay. So stop worrying, all right.”

 

He looked at me intently, looking to see if there was a lie, and when finding none, I heard him let out a sigh of relief. He really had been worrying about what he had just done.

 

“Good. Didn't want to do anything to spoil this for you.”

 

“Well, I hope you enjoyed it too.” I said teasingly.

 

“Bloody hell! Course I did! Think you can tell much!”

 

“Then that should be your answer as well.” I pointed out to him.

 

“Okay, okay, point taken. I'm a dope. I know.”

 

“Yeah, you are. But you're a loveable dope.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Really. Now, go to sleep.”

 

He stretched, rolling off me, to the side. He yawned hugely. “Jesus, I'm tired! So much for my early night. Wasn't exactly planning on this.”

 

“Sorry to spoil your plans.” I said, making as though to turn away from him.

 

“Hey! That's not what I meant…” he reached out and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me back to face him, concern written all over his face.

 

“Geez!” he let out, when he saw my smiling face and realised that he had been played. “Don't do that to me, Ryo! I thought you were about to leave!”

 

I snuggled into the pillows to get comfortable, yawning myself. “Nah. I wouldn't do that. I'm too tired to go.”

 

Dee settled back down, pressed up against my chest, and yawned again. “Good. Don't want you to go.”

 

“I'm still here,” I pressed a soft kiss against the top of his head. “Good night, Dee.”

 

“Night, Ryo.”

 

I began to drift off to sleep.

 

“I…love you.” I heard Dee whisper, before slumber stole any other conscious thoughts.

 

~End~