Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Loves Company ❯ One Moment of Heaven ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter Two-One Moment of Heaven

Warnings- Lemons ahoy. For the unwary, this means two males engaged in compromising situations. We give you credit for knowing whether you like this sort of thing or not. If you like it, by all means, proceed. If not, we respectfully indicate the back button as the place you should be headed. Thank you.
Still blood and ickiness involved, not to mention bad language. Not recommended for the weak of stomach or easily offended.

A/N- Thanks for the patience, friends. Things are still unsettled here at home, but we’re doing our level best to keep things flowing for our readers. Akita’s still working between fifty to seventy hours a week. (Last week she clocked a record seventy-nine point five hours! That’s almost two full workweeks in one.) We’re really hoping that they hire more people soon (and reliable ones-at that) to take the burden off of the few that are still trying to make things work. She says she’s really sorry that she hasn’t been around lately, but right now just finding the time to sleep is something of an accomplishment. So, anyway, here’s chapter two, freshly beta-read by one very sleepy lady.
(Sorry, Catti- I don’t think even a mocha with four shots of espresso would be enough to make her hyper right now. She had a candy bar and still yawned her way through correcting this chapter. Oh, and here’s a quote for you, from her. “Don’t eat things off the floor, Catti. That’s gross!” You can imagine my reaction when I heard that coming from the living room. --Subu-chan


“Drake-sempai?”

Drake blinked stinging eyes and raised his head from the cradle of his folded arms. “J-JJ?”

Suddenly, he was wrapped in warm arms and pulled tight to a slender chest that smelled of wind and rain with just the faintest hint of gunpowder. Some part of him wanted to wrap himself in that clean scent and burrow into JJ’s embrace. To hide there forever…

“Ted told me about what happened. Are you okay?” JJ asked softly.

“Fuck no! What do you think?” Drake heard his voice tremble on the razor’s edge of breaking and shut up. But JJ just held him closer and that was enough to bring the words in a flood. “S-she was just a kid, JJ! Her name was Angie and she was only fourteen. Still just a kid, with a silly anime character hanging from her cell phone.” His voice shook with emotion and he hated it, looking into his partner’s face. “Just a silly plastic charm…”

Drake could never say which of them made the first move, but suddenly his arms were around JJ too and their lips were pressed together. Drake told the part of him saying this was wrong to take a long walk off a short pier and pressed hungrily against JJ. JJ’s mouth tasted sweet and hot, making his whole body ache with need.

He wasn’t ready when JJ pushed him away, and a frustrated moan escaped his lips. “What the… JJ?”

JJ was breathing hard and his blue eyes were half-wild with a desperate desire that matched the one burning in Drake’s gut. “This isn’t a good idea.”

“No, it’s not.” Drake agreed. “I don’t care.” He pulled JJ close for another burning kiss. He wanted this, needed this fire to sear away the awful things he had seen today. Just the press of JJ’s lips to his own sent his whole body up in flames and right now, he needed the cleansing strength of that fire.

JJ broke the kiss again, panting. “Stop it, Drake-sempai. This isn’t you.” He pressed his face against Drake’s chest when the other man would have found his lips again. “You’re stressed and you don’t know what you’re doing. Stop - please!” He pled as Drake found his ear and sucked on the lobe. His pleas turned into incoherent moans that sent shivers through Drake straight to his groin.

“I know what I’m doing…” Drake growled against the soft skin of JJ’s neck. “I just don’t care.”

JJ shivered against him and let out a small, helpless cry as Drake nipped his throat gently. “I-I… don’t want this…”

Stung, Drake pulled back to where he could get his bearings, free of the intoxicating scent of JJ’s skin. “You don’t…? You’re the one who kissed me on the damned roof, JJ! You kissed me first!”

JJ clung to him, shivering and panting. “God, Drake… I want you so much it hurts, but you’re my best friend, and I-I don’t want you to hate me in the morning. And you will…” He made a small, helpless sound that caused Drake to tremble. “You’ll hate me and you’ll hate yourself for letting things get so out of hand!”

Drake kissed him again, hard this time, to shut him up. It worked like a charm, JJ melting against him. He broke the kiss just long enough to pant. “I won’t hate you, JJ. I could never hate you…” Some part of his mind knew he shouldn’t be doing this, but didn’t care, drowning in the sensations of the other man’s body pressed against his.

JJ pulled away, leaving him bereft on the cold bathroom floor. But that didn’t last for long, because JJ pulled him to his feet with a smile that still held just a hint of sadness and tugged him toward the bedroom. Drake followed eagerly; keen to listen to the demands of his body and block out the memory of the murdered teen.

JJ turned to face him just inside the door of his messy bedroom and stopped, his hand in Drake’s shaking slightly. He pulled free and unbuttoned his shirt, sliding his arms free of the material. He stood there, bare-chested, fists bunched in the pale lilac cloth. “You understand this is what you’re getting, Drake? I’m not a woman, and I never will be.”

Drake crushed JJ to his chest and pressed his lips down on JJ’s. They made it to the bed, fingers desperately vying to reach bare skin. JJ shoved Drake’s hands away from his own fly and concentrated on getting Drake’s pants off. Drake made a soft sound as JJ gripped him through the layers of cloth. His hips bucked helplessly beneath JJ’s (oh, so very skilled) fingers. “God…” The word was pulled from him, a mewling sound of desperate need.

JJ smiled up at him and pulled his pants and boxers down. Drake cried out as the warmth and heat of JJ’s mouth engulfed him. “JJ-ahhh-JJ…”

Drake shivered beneath the onslaught of sensation, fingers clutching the sheets so hard his knuckles were white. God, he’d never known JJ’s mouth was this skilled. His tongue danced around the crown of Drake’s penis and his hands stroked the shaft and the tightening sac of his balls. The gentle suction was enough to arch him off the bed as JJ slipped his mouth further down the length of his erection.

Drake panted desperately as JJ skillfully brought him to the edge before backing off. The loss of sensation was enough to wrench another low moan from him. Oh, god, JJ was driving him insane! Gentle fingers caressed the flat planes of his stomach and the gentle slope to his groin. “Drake, are you sure…?”

Drake groaned and glared down at him. “Don’t you dare stop now!”

JJ sighed, his warm breath feathering across Drake’s bare skin, sending fresh shivers down his spine. JJ pressed a kiss to the tip of his penis before taking him in his mouth again. Drake cried out, back arching off the bed as teeth gently scraped the sensitive skin on the underside of his erection. He was… he was… Drake bucked hard beneath JJ’s skillful ministrations as he came. JJ kept him in his mouth, swallowing the bitter cum as Drake collapsed, shaking and gasping.

As Drake fought to regain his breath, JJ licked the last taste of Drake’s cum from his lips and sighed. As much as Drake needed that, he was sure to be ashamed come the morning light. JJ knew it, heart and soul. Drake had only needed someone right then, an outlet for the pent-up emotions. It didn’t have to be JJ, just anyone who would let him vent. JJ knew it and yet, the last thing he wanted to do was let it be just this once. He kissed the tip of Drake’s softening penis and looked on in mixed consternation and delight as Drake groaned and started to harden again.

Drake reached down and frantically pulled JJ up for a kiss, pressing their lips together with an urgency that JJ wanted to believe was something other than just the frantic need to reassure himself that life still went on. JJ knew better though. Right now, all Drake wanted was another warm body beside him, easing the fear. So, he’d give him that. He’d let Drake have the reassurance he needed.

He pressed his lips to Drake’s throat and worked his way down to his bare chest. Drawing first one nipple and then the other in his mouth, he laved them with gentle attention. Drake shuddered beneath him, fingers clenching hard in JJ’s hair. Ignoring his own growing need, JJ devoted all of his attention to Drake, wanting to wear him out until sleep could ease his troubled mind, at least for a little while. And if a repeat blowjob would do the trick, he was more than happy to provide.

For just a little while he could pretend and he did, reveling in the slide of Drake’s skin against his, the taste of Drake in his mouth and the intimacy that he could pretend was more than just a release.

Drake came twice more to JJ’s careful ministrations before dropping into exhausted slumber. JJ rose from the bed and kissed his forehead gently before going into the bathroom. His own rock-hard erection wasn’t at all happy that Drake had gotten all the attention. Recalling the feel of Drake against him and the flavor of him on his tongue, JJ jerked off with efficient haste. It didn’t help. He wasn’t satisfied, but for now, it was all he was going to get. Hearing restless movement in the bedroom, he hurried back.

From the twisted look on Drake’s face, he knew it was a nightmare that dragged a soft sound of distress from his partner’s kiss-swollen lips. JJ slipped into the bed and cradled Drake against him, pressing Drake’s head against his chest. The steady thud of his heartbeat seemed to do the trick and Drake relaxed against him, falling deeper into sleep. JJ held him for nearly an hour, until he was sure the dreams wouldn’t return to trouble him.

Sighing, he turned off Drake’s alarm clock and called the station. He got lucky when Leon answered the phone. Leon owed him for covering for him the other night and he knew it. “Hey, Leon, it’s JJ. Put Drake Parker down for tomorrow, wouldya? He had one hell of a day and I don’t think he’s gotten more than an hour’s sleep. Chief can bitch about it later, but Drake really needs a sick day.”

Leon chuckled softly. “Yeah, I heard about it. Chief Smith is going to have plenty to say tomorrow. Marty’s wife called in for him. Said he’s been sick since he got off.” JJ chuckled with him (even if he didn’t feel like laughing) and bid him goodnight. He found Drake’s notebook and scrawled a note on a blank page. ‘Called in sick for you. Get some rest. I’ll get the forensic reports from Jim and go over them. JJ.’ He placed the note directly on top of the alarm clock where Drake would be sure to see it when he woke.

Then he rose and found his shirt. Pressing a gentle kiss to Drake’s forehead, he slipped out. Maybe he was being a coward, but he didn’t want to be there in the morning when Drake woke. He laughed softly at himself. Bitter recriminations weren’t his style.


The next morning…


Ryo glanced up as JJ came into the office he shared with Dee. He was holding a large file and a single glance told Ryo that it was most likely the murder from yesterday. “JJ? Did you need something?”

JJ glanced up from his study of the file. “Ryo-sempai, how good are you with mythology or symbolism and stuff like that?”

“Depends. I’m pretty good with most Japanese mythology. Mom always used to tell me stories from Japan when I was a kid. I’m okay with Greek and Roman. I know a few Native American myths and a handful of others… why do you ask?”

JJ turned one of the chairs and sat down, resting his chin on the back of the chair. “Do you know anything about auguries?”

Ryo scratched his head, wondering what brought about this line of questioning. “Uhm, weren’t those ways of telling the future? Predictions?”

JJ looked a little pale. “Yeah. Predicting the best outcome and things like that. You know anything about the specifics of auguries, though?”

He shook his head. “Not really. That wasn’t my kind of thing. Why?”

JJ shuddered. “I did a paper on different fortune-telling methods back in college. Auguries were usually done by gutting an animal and reading the entrails. Sometimes, the animal would have magical or mystical symbols painted on its hide or occasionally, cut into it.”

JJ flipped the file open to a pair of photos. The first was of the girl as she had been left at the crime scene, her viscera spread on the carpeted floor of the hallway, and the second of the girl’s body on the slab in the medical examiners office. In the latter the blood had been carefully cleaned away from an area of her skin, showing very clearly the marks that had been cut into her flesh. It was a pattern of odd, angular marks in a clear arrangement running from her wrist to the top of her breast.

Ryo squinted at the photo. “What is it?”

JJ’s voice was toneless. “Those are runes. Our killer was trying to send a message.”

“Can you read them?” Ryo asked.

JJ held up a slim black book with a golden symbol on the cover. “With a little help. Picked this up from the library on the way over. Think I can borrow you for a little while to help me figure this out? I need someone to take notes while I translate and your handwriting is much better than Dee-sempai’s.”

Ryo chuckled at the face JJ made. Dee’s handwriting, especially when he was in a hurry, made chicken scratch look neat. “Sure, but where’s Drake?”

JJ looked a little sheepish. “Didn’t you hear the chief bellowing this morning? Drake and Marty both called in. Ted’s off or I think he would have called in too. From the photos and what I heard, the crime scene was epically not a pretty sight.”

Ryo winced. “Okay. Forget I asked. Just let me warn Dee and I’ll meet you in the archive room. That’s about the quietest place in the precinct.”

“Thank you, Ryo-sempai.”

A few minutes later, Ryo found JJ in the archives, already hunched over the book and a series of photos. Nodding a greeting to Hinata, the undisputed ruler of the archives, Ryo joined JJ at the table. Nearly an hour and a half later, Ryo’s hand ached from scribbling notes and JJ was yawning and rubbing at reddened eyes. “You look like you could use some sleep.” Ryo commented as he organized his notes.

JJ shrugged. He certainly wasn’t about to tell Ryo why he was short of sleep. “Probably. What have we got?”

Ryo studied the noted he had hastily scribed as JJ read the meanings of the runes that had been incised into the girl’s skin. “Which was the first one again?”

“Uhm, that one was Ur. The Auroch. Reversed.”

JJ flipped pages in the book as Ryo read aloud. “Reversed, the auroch represents a major change, and not for the better. The degree of trouble is determined by the next runes in the set.” He paused and looked for his notes on the next mark. “Th, the thorn… also reversed. Faced with a difficult situation, unable or unlikely to make good. Next up is Ken, the torch… reversed. Ken signifies a loss, either personal or business-related.”

JJ sighed. “Then there’s the break in the pattern, a blank space before the next mark.”

Ryo shook his head. “Something doesn’t feel right. I think… I remember something from when I was back in high school. Let me see the book for a second.”

JJ passed over the slim volume and Ryo rapidly flipped pages. “There used to be girl in my class. We all called her Spookie, because she was always wearing black and all this silver jewelry full of things like pentacles and dragons. She used to do the fortune-telling tent whenever we had a school event. She would read tarot cards or the ‘bones’ as she called them. I thought these looked familiar. It’s the same set of symbols as was on her ‘bones.’ There was one… here it is! The blank tile… Wyrd, or fate. The essential meaning of Wyrd is that of immutable fate or karma.”

JJ scowled at the pattern of runes. “I don’t think this was a prediction, Ryo-sempai. Why use only the reversed runes, and why in such a strange pattern. It’s the same on both of her arms, starting at the bend of her wrist down to the top of her breast.”

Ryo frowned at the layout of photos. “Then there’s Mann, the man reversed. The symbol means someone who does not have the querent’s best interests at heart. The last rune in the pattern is Peorth, ‘original meaning of the symbol unknown,’ in reverse, meaning exposure of dark secrets or revelations of an unpleasant nature.”

They studied the photos and notes in silence for a long moment. Ryo frowned thoughtfully. “What if the killer was trying to influence the results of the divination with the pattern of runes? Kind of like casting a curse, for lack of a better word?”

JJ blinked and considered the pattern in that light. “In a sick, twisted way, it makes a kind of sense. If he wanted bad things to happen to Bryant Richmond, what better way, in his demented mind, than to influence the results?”

Ryo was nodding agreement when JJ’s cell phone chirped. JJ glanced down and read the number displayed. Drake! His stomach twisted with anxiety. God, he didn’t want to hear Drake’s uneasy and doubtless bitter words. He pressed the button to silence the phone. Ignoring Ryo’s quizzical glance, he started gathering up the photos.

“Thanks for your help, Ryo-sempai. I-I really need to get going. I’m supposed to talk to forensics, y’know, about the lab results - and, ooh, what do you know, it’s later than I thought. Gotta go, byebye!”

Ryo stared thoughtfully after JJ as he fled the room. Something must have happened to make JJ spaz out like that. He hadn’t been quite that spastic since he’d given up on Dee. Ryo glanced down at his own phone and thought of calling Drake, but decided against it. He and Dee had done enough interfering in their friend’s love lives.

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*yawns.* me go sleepy now. Beta done, Subu-chan. Good sex scene… more soon? nighty-night

Message from Subu-chan- (I thought you might get a laugh out of how Akita signed off on finishing the beta-reading for this chapter, so I left the message she left me here and intact as I found it. She’s cute when she’s half-asleep.)


A/N- So, what did you think? (For the curious, yes, all of those were real runes and brief descriptions of their reversed meanings. The book JJ was using for reference is also real. It’s called simply “The Runes” and it’s by Horik Svensson. It was part of a Barnes and Noble gift set.) We don’t own that anymore than we own Fake. The auguries are a real and rather gruesome way of foretelling the future. I don’t know if anyone ever tried to influence them as our perp did, but I thought it might have been a reasonable assumption to make. And if you’re far enough off your rocker to kill a teenager for an old grudge, you might try anything. Ciao for now --Subu-chan (and a sleeping Akita)