Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Negotiations, chapter 1 ❯ Negotiations chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

 

I don't know if anybody reads these notes, but does anyone out there know how I can change the title of this story on MM, short of deleting the whole thing and reposting? Somehow I ended up with a “Chapter 1” right in the title and I would like to take it out. I emailed MM for help, but no one has responded. If anyone can tell me what to do, I'd appreciate it.

 

Blue Simplicity beta'd this for me and for all of you. Thank you Blue!

 

 

Negotiations

Chapter 3

 

Commissioner Rose smiled his special superior smile, the one he reserved for Dee Laytner and others of his loutish breed. Then he turned to Ryo with raised brows.

 

This time, it was Ryo who took hold of Dee's tie. "Come on, you idiot, let's get it over with. How long?" he asked Rose.

 

"One minute. That's sixty seconds of non-platonic kissing. I expect this to look as real as possible, considering the circumstances. Anything over one minute and any extra touching or fondling is up to you." The Commissioner tapped his watch and looked at them pointedly.

 

Ryo gave Dee's tie a yank, which brought his partner's lips down closer in line with his. Dee was quite surprised that Ryo was willing to do this. Ryo was normally so shy and so private. But this time, although the other detective's face was flushed with embarrassment, Dee thought he saw something else lurking behind Ryo's eyes. He suddenly realized that his partner was looking at him with a 'Let's show HIM' expression on his face. He looked stubborn and annoyed and... Yes, aroused.

 

Yeah, let's show him, Dee thought. Aloud, he breathed, "Kiss me, baby."

 

And Ryo did. Holy fuck, was that a hot kiss. If they'd been on the top floor of the building, Dee believed it would have blown the roof off.

 

It started slow and sensual, their lips coming together, clinging slightly, and then moving apart. Before too long, their tongues came into play and the kiss began in earnest. To the Commissioner, who was observing intently, it wasn't just one kiss. It was a whole series of intimate mouth to mouth caresses that mounted in suspense and tension as the two lovers built gradually to a crescendo that he knew was coming.

 

What a beautiful pair they were. Even Laytner, who while not quite his type, would be considered drop dead gorgeous by anyone's standards. But Ryo. Ryo was his ideal. And, the fact that both of them were fully clothed notwithstanding, Ryo was actually making love to Dee Laytner right there in front of him.

 

As he watched, he came to a reluctant understanding that although the act of kissing highlighted a blazing sexual attraction between them, there was an energy there that transcended the physical. It was clear that an emotional and deeply spiritual bond existed between the two men.

 

Long seconds since, they had forgotten his presence and had surrendered to their hunger for each other. The skin of Laytner's face darkened to a blush as deep as Ryo's as his blood pressure went up. He was moaning into Ryo's mouth. His arms were wrapped around the slender waist of the man before him. He was actively running his hands over the muscles of Ryo's taut back, holding that perfect body tightly wedged against his own. Ryo's hands were entangled in raven hair and to the amazement of the raptly watching Commissioner, he heard Ryo murmur Dee's name urgently several times between kisses, and the way he spoke it-- with such love and reverence in his voice-- affected the Commissioner deeply.

 

He reflected rather plaintively that he had never in his life been kissed like that. It was as if the raw power of love in its purest and best form had exploded inside the room and he, a mere bystander, had been caught in the crossfire. Whereas it rained abundantly on the two detectives, it drained away from him, leaving an inexplicably poignant sense of loss in its wake. He wondered why he felt loss, when Ryo had never been his to lose. Oh, but there had been a time, back when they first met in England, and again in his first weeks at the 27th, when he had felt that Ryo might have been somewhat drawn to him. But Laytner had been on it right away. If only I'd separated them...transferred Laytner to another precinct...Ryo would have been mine, he thought.

 

Suddenly, he couldn't stand it anymore. He had to make them stop, but without letting them see how hollowed out and bereft he suddenly felt.

 

"Gentlemen, you passed your 60 second limit some time ago. Don't keep going on my account." He had been going for light sarcasm, but the tone came out wrong. His voice emerged oddly flat.

 

Laytner eyed him with more than a suggestion of triumph. "We'll stop when we're ready, SIR," he purred. "Since this is a fully-sanctioned kiss. It might go on for a while. But feel free to leave if you've got things to do, huh?"

 

To his fury, Rose realized that he was not only blushing, but also at a loss for words. He turned on his heel and strode toward the door.

 

Just as he reached it, he heard Ryo's voice, sounding a little lower and throatier than usual.

 

"Sir! About the suspension..."

 

"Rescinded," he replied shortly, and left the room without a backward look.

 

"Bastard left the door open," muttered Dee, reluctantly disengaging from Ryo. "Don't move baby. Daddy just has to lock the door..."

 

"Dee, I can't believe we just—"

 

"Shh, love. Don't start thinking." Dee shot the bolt and and quickly caught Ryo in his arms again. "Let's just go back to feeling. I'm not quite done with you."

 

Back in his office, Rose sat at his elegant mahogany desk and fumed. He opened a drawer and withdrew a bottle of aged whiskey, from which he poured himself a measure. He tossed it down in the hopes that it would calm his jangled nerves. He had never hated Laytner more than he did right then. Or anyone, actually.

 

He regretted having goaded his two detectives into doing his bidding. He had initially enjoyed making them nervous, extracting an apology from Ryo, and forcing him and his partner to perform for him like that to escape his wrath. Now however, he felt simultaneously tense, aggrieved and sexually aroused, and that was one hell of an emotional cocktail. He knew he needed to process his feelings before the phone rang or someone came looking for him. It wouldn't do for anyone on the staff to see him in this agitated state.

 

Commissioner Berkely Rose was a man who took pleasure in the trappings of his position and his privileged life. Tall, handsome and successful, with a corner office, and a house in a fashionable upper west side neighbourhood, he had reached the top of his profession at the relatively young age of thirty-six. He had serious money in the bank, as well as the ear of the mayor and all his influential cronies. To answer the demands of his ego and powerful sex drive, he had countless admirers of both sexes. But suddenly, all his accomplishments seemed much smaller and emptier than they had an hour ago. There was something that he now needed, a hitherto unrealized yearning of the body and spirit that had been shown to him today. A bitter taste in his mouth confirmed that no amount of money or power under heaven could obtain for him what he had seen blossom and then blaze between Detectives McLean and Laytner.

 

Laytner, that bastard, that nobody. Always guarding 'his' partner like he was some precious virgin prince. At least no one could accuse him of not understanding and appreciating what he had. Rose too, had he been in possession of anything as intoxicating and precious as the love of Ryo Mclean, would have done his best not to let anyone take it away from him. Laytner was one lucky S.O.B. He actually couldn't fault the man.

 

Ryo however, was a different story. Rose felt Ryo to be just like him: calm, professional and ambitious, with a measured way of speaking and interacting with people. They were both steady in a crisis, and had analytical minds. He had always suspected that underneath Detective McLean's coolly polite exterior lurked sexual urges strong enough to match his own. They belonged together. But the young detective had been determined to keep him at arm's length, politely declining all his friendly attempts to further their acquaintance. He wondered if Detective McLean realized he probably could have been promoted twice over by now, if he had just been willing to take the hand that had been offered to him in friendship and more. He believed Ryo most likely did. The man was intelligent enough. He still couldn't believe that Ryo had chosen that asinine bastard over him. And today he had flaunted his choice quite shamelessly. Rose had been rather surprised that Ryo had not only agreed to his outrageous proposition but had gone on to writhe in unconcealed pleasure in Laytner's obviously far from unwelcome embrace. He knew he ought to forgive Ryo, but what he really wanted to do was somehow exact retribution from him.

 

He poured himself another shot of whiskey and sipped it slowly and reflectively this time. Someday Ryo would need his help. Someday he would come to him in trouble and in supplication. When that day came, he would make Ryo pay. He would answer for every slight, every rejection, and every minute of frustration, sexual and otherwise that Rose had ever gone through on his account.

 

The Commissioner leaned back in his chair. He was in the habit of thinking of himself as a kind and just man, so he would have been surprised to learn that his eyes held a merciless expression that rendered his tight, satisfied smile cruel. Patience was one of his hard-won qualities. He would not take any actions that would result in bringing Ryo to a state of crisis. No. He was not a bad person. He would just bide his time and trust that his chance would come.

 

I'll rescue you, Ryo McLean, he thought. I'll give you everything you ever wanted. But before I do that, I'm going to punish you for today.

 

~end~