Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Jazz & Other Vices ❯ Chapter 1

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: I don't own Dee and Ryo or Fake, except in my dreams...*sniffle*

"What are we doing here?" officer Randy 'Ryo' Maclean asked his dark-haired partner.

"If you don't already know, I don't think I can tell you now," the man across the table from him replied with a wink.

"I know what we're supposed to be doing, but what are we doing sitting here having drinks?" Ryo hissed, trying to keep his voice low so no one in the crowd would hear him.

It was 1922 and the two NYPD detectives had been sent undercover to follow a notorious gangster believed to be operating in New York city. Prohibition had begun two years prior and Ryo's partner, Dee Laytner, had not taken it well. "First the War and now this!" he had grumbled.

To ease his suffering, Dee had requested as many undercover jobs as possible, making it that much easier to surround himself with liquor, jazz and other indulgences that would normally be denied him. When Ryo had become his partner, it had taken some getting used to. Not only was it hard to concentrate on the job without staring into the dark depth's of the man's eyes, but Ryo was, to put it kindly, a prude. No doubt their chief had hoped that the by-the-book blond would lead Dee back to the straight and narrow. However, it soon became apparent that Dee's somewhat overbearing personality was influencing Ryo into the other direction. Instead of Dee dropping his vices, Ryo was beginning to pick some up.

Tonight they sat in yet another basement at a lively speak-easy. They'd been waiting for a couple hours and there was still no sign of the gangster's appearance. Although there were signs of Dee becoming intoxicated.

"Ryo, we're just doing what everyone else here is," the handsome man replied. Then he added in a low tone, "It would look a little conspicuous if we didn't have drinks in a place like this."

For a moment Ryo looked defeated, then he waved a waiter over to the table and told him something Dee couldn't quite hear.

"I'll show you how to how to keep our cover and not break any laws," he said. Smiling as the waiter returned with a glass of clear liquid over ice, Ryo raised it triumphantly to his lips and swigged the contents down his throat.

Then he almost threw up.

"I asked for water," he gagged, trying not to cough too loudly. The crowd around them erupted with laughter, thinking the attractive blond man had had one too many.

Dee gave a shrug to the onlookers, joking, "He never knows when to stop!" He leaned over and put a hand on the other man's back, patting him gently, "You ok?"

His face red from his coughing fit, Ryo sat back up in his chair. "I thought I ordered water, " he said quietly.

"You did, but it's prohibition 'water' you idiot! What did you expect?" said Dee, laughing to himself. As much as he loved the guy, Ryo could be a bit dense sometimes.

"I guess I forgot," he replied lamely, staring at the empty glass to avoid his partner's smirk. When he looked back up, Dee was still watching him with those shining green eyes. His smirk was replaced by a look more gentle, and more intense. It made the hair on the back of Ryo's neck stand on end whenever he saw that look in the man's eye. Had anyone ever been able to strip him bare in just one glance the way his raven-haired partner could? No one that Ryo could ever remember. Not that Ryo would ever admit that either.

As his shy partner avoided his gaze once more, Dee simply grinned to himself. He had to say that he rather enjoyed being able to make the man blush so furiously with just a look. Yes, it boosted his ego, but more than that. Every time he watched the delightful pink glow spread from ear to ear on Ryo's face, it was evidence of Dee's effect on the man. Just knowing that the fair-haired beauty was responding to him sent a thrill coursing through his body, causing his heart to pound against his ribs.

It gave him hope.

Dee's musings were interrupted as the band took the stage once more and began a fast-paced jazz tune. They were good, Dee thought. It really was a shame that so much good music had to be bottled up underground along with the booze. Dee always made it known that he disagreed with prohibition and prayed for the day it would be repealed. It was one of the reasons the commissioner hated him so much. Of course, there were many more, Ryo among them. But the demure detective had made it quite clear he did not return the flaxen-haired officer's affections. A fact that would've sent Dee rocketing to the sky with giddiness had Ryo not spurned his own advances as well.

Checking the time, Dee bopped his foot to the beat impatiently. The dance floor was filling once more with those bent on making a drunken spectacle of themselves. Dee winced, didn't anyone really appreciate good jazz? As the up-beat song wound to a close, the band started a somewhat slower, more sultry number. Glancing at his partner, Dee asked him, "Do you like jazz?"

"Hmmm? What?" Ryo asked in reply, shaking his head in an attempt to clear it. He was having trouble keeping his mind from drifting. Which wouldn't have been so disturbing if it hadn't kept drifting back to how awfully sexy his tall, dark and handsome partner looked out of uniform. Hmmm... Dee without his uniform on or anything else. Ryo shook his head again.

"Ryo?" Dee said with some concern as the sandy-blond's eyes stared off into space. Without a word his face turned an even deeper shade of pink and his head snapped to attention.

"Huh? Yes? What did you say Dee?" he asked, trying to sound as normal as possible as the room swam before his eyes.

"You sure you're ok?" Dee pushed.

"Yes," Ryo said smiling "now, please, what was it you were saying?"

"I asked if you like jazz," he repeated.

"Oh," Ryo paused and thought for a while. "I don't know, I guess I never really sat down and listened to it much," he said, resting his chin on his hand thoughtfully.

Dee had to hold in his laughter as he watched Ryo's slow, clumsy movements. He was drunk, there was no doubt about it. Wow, thought Dee, one stiff drink and he's hammered! He really must never, ever have alcohol. "Do you like this song?" Dee asked when Ryo fell quiet again.

"Well... yeah, I do," Ryo replied slowly, "It's, I don't know, kind of... sexy."

Mental note, Dee said to himself, Ryo gets off on jazz. "Come on then," Dee said, standing and holding out his hand, "Let's dance to it."

Suspicion written all over his face, Ryo turned his head, "I don't think so."

"Oh, come on!" Dee said, pulling the other man up and out of his seat.

"Dee! Everyone's watching!" cried Ryo.

"They don't care! They just think we're both drunk, not just you!" Dee teased.

"Hey!" Ryo said defensively, but it was too late to argue. Already, Dee had him in this embrace and after standing up so suddenly, Ryo was light-headed. He clung to Dee's strong frame for support and found himself moving instinctively to the seductive melody.

Was it the music? The liquor? Ryo felt so wonderfully warm in Dee's arms. As their bodies moved together, Ryo's inhibitions ebbed away. All the strength seemed drained from him and the only way he could stand was from Dee's willing support. Sighing, the usually-reserved man rested his head softly on the other's shoulder, then closed his eyes and let his thoughts drift away.

For Dee's part, he was in heaven. He relished every point of contact between them: his left hand lightly holding the other man's, his right hand gently about his waist, their chests pressed close. It didn't matter to him that Ryo's sudden compliance was liquor-induced. Or that he never normally would have set his head against the man's shoulder and allowed such vulnerability between them. All that mattered was enjoying the moment as they experienced it.

Dee tilted his own head and placed it against Ryo's. As much as he wanted to forget everything else, he kept his eyes open, scanning the room lest their target appear. Dee noted that no one seemed to notice the two of them in the smoky, crowded room. So much the better for them. The darkly handsome detective allowed himself to briefly close his eyes and drop a chaste kiss into his love's dark-blond locks.

It was hard to keep his mind on the room around him as Dee felt Ryo's body move closer and closer into him. One song had melted into another and this one was more intense and no less intoxicating. Dee knew submission when he felt it and Ryo's body was doing just that: submitting to the pulse of the music, giving itself to the move and sway of the moaning notes. Untangling his right hand, Ryo let it join his other around Dee's back. The tall, raven-haired man within his arms swallowed hard, trying to contain himself. He's drunk, he repeated in his mind, he doesn't realize what he's doing. Oh dear God! Dee's mind screamed as Ryo turned his head into his neck, his husky breath caressing the skin beneath his jaw line. Unable to help himself, Dee clasped the willing man's body tightly to him, feeling the labored raise and fall of his lungs.

And just as Dee was close to loosing himself, the song mercifully ended. "I think we should sit down," Dee whispered into Ryo's ear as he guided him to his chair.

The inebriated detective sat down hard, his eyes glazed and heavy-lidded as if he'd just awakened from a dream. "Sit? Sure...yeah," he mumbled, but he was beginning to come back to himself. His body was heated and flushed, but his mind was coming out of the haze.

"So, I guess you really like jazz after all," Dee said, trying to smirk. Ryo was surprised to see that Dee was avoiding his gaze and watched with curiosity as the man shifted in his chair uneasy, his legs crossing tightly.

Recognition dawning on his face, Ryo half-giggled, "Got a problem in your pants, partner?" Still giddy from the liquor, his own words struck Ryo as terribly funny, and coupled with Dee's indignant expression, he burst into a full-blown fit of laughter.

"Shut up, will ya!" growled Dee, crossing his arms. "It ISN'T funny!" he continued when Ryo doubled-over with laughter as his partner fumed.

After a few minutes, Ryo wiped the tears that had slipped from his eyes and rubbed his stomach. "Sorry, I haven't laughed that hard in a long time," he said.

"Feeling better now?" Dee asked, seeing that lucid look return to Ryo's eyes.

"Yes, actually. Thank you for that, " he replied with a teasing smile.

His raven-haired partner simply turned his head from him with a, "Hmph."

"Hey, I -" Ryo began, but stopped short as a small group of well-groomed men stepped down into the smoky room. Looking over his shoulder, Dee's eyes narrowed on the man in the center. A trench coat was draped over his shoulders and a bright, tailored suit shown beneath, with polished shoes of black finishing the ensemble, he looked every bit the gangster.

"That's our man," Ryo ground out, his nostrils suddenly flaring and his fists clenching involuntarily. "That's Leo."

~~~~~ Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! This story is only going to cover the rest of Ryo and Dee's evening, so it won't be as long as my other AU fics and will only have limes, but I hope you like it anyway! I just think it's fun to imagine Dee and Ryo during this time, don't you? ^_~