Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Portrait Without Sin ❯ 'Bye Ryo ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: FAKE, nor any of it's characters belong to me…* sigh *… those rights all belong to Sanami Matoh.

Warning: Not your 'nice' everyday fanfic of your favorite couple. Very strong language / Humiliation (depending on how you look at it) / Angst / Lime, Lemon / Yaoi

Rating: NC-17

Summary: How would it be if the one person you trusted with your heart was found to have betrayed it? Seeing him there, with… 'him' was nearly more than he could bare. He never thought that he would do something like this. He never thought that he would be betrayed by him.

Take above Warning seriously.

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Italicized words = stressed emphasis

Bold Italicized within apostrophes 'like this' = thoughts

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Portrait Without Sin

By: Ryoan

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Part 2: 'Bye, Ryo

"Please, Dee…" Ryo begged.

It hadn't taken long for Ryo to respond to Dee's kiss; kissing him back with as much fervor. With the change of response, Dee released the wrists he had pinned to the wall, and, in doing so, his lover's hands eagerly sought the breath of his shoulders to curl around his neck. Dee's own hands slid downward, over Ryo's sides to come to rest upon his waist. Maneuvering them to the couch, he shifted the mixed Japanese onto the cushions and then stretched out along side of him.

Dee fondled and pumped Ryo to erection, but other than that he had not done anything else except kiss him. He felt Ryo's hands reach up and fumble with the buttons on his shirt, intending to have him as naked as he was, wanting to put his hands on his bared skin. Dee did not stop him.

"What is it you want, Ryo?"

"You." His voice husky with need. "I want you, Dee."

The dark haired man smiled almost as pleased as a cat being stroked. With his other hand he traced his half Asian lover's lower lip with two of his fingers. When he edged them into Ryo's mouth, the dark eyed man took hold of them, wrapping his lips around them as he had many times upon Dee's stiff cock, imitating the sucking and stroking of it.

Dee watched in fascination. These were the things that he had taught him to do, more in deed that actual words, and Ryo had learn most well. Since it had been a while -- a good couple of weeks, at least -- that they had been together, Dee's play nearly had him succumbing to his own want for his lover.

"Ryo…"

"Please, Dee." Glazy eyes of warmth gazed up into his sparkling emerald ones. "I want you so much."

Dee leaned forward, moving his wet finger lower to his partner's more southern area. As he brushed his lips against Ryo's in a feathery touch, he teased the puckered rim of his partner's ass, feeling the muscles respond to his touch.

"Dee," Ryo's voice entreated once again. "please. I want… something else. I want something more than just your finger and hand."

"You want my cock inside you, Ryo?" Dee purred silkily, pushing his own jean covered hardness teasingly against him, belying to the other his intent. His partner nodded as a blush crept into his cheeks; the brashness of his dark haired companion was still able to embarrassed him.

With seductive gentleness, Dee kissed him, pulling from Ryo the desired wantonness in a hoarse groan, and also earning the arch and thrust of his body before he drew himself away.

Ryo laid there and watch his lover stand beside him, waiting for him to undress. He waited, but as moments went by, and Dee hadn't even attempted to remove his clothing, his senses alerted him to an unprepared yet sobering awareness.

"Go find your new 'friend' to shove it up your ass." Dee said cruelly, the glittering hardness back in his eyes. "Is this what it took to get that look you had earlier with what's his face?"

Ryo was totally incapable of speaking.

"You fucking whore." He repeated in a tone that didn't seem to have as much rage as before, yet still had the effect of a harsh bite. "You deceiving little slut. As if I ever want the taste or the feel of you on me again." He wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeved arm, displaying how much he loathed, at that moment, to have the taste of him in his mouth. "You took me for a fool, Ryo. I told you to never take my feelings for you as a joke!"

"Dee, I haven't… You don't understand…" He raised himself to sit up, reaching a hand out to him. "Please,…"

Dee knocked his hand away, and stepped back out of his reach.

"Did I walk in with you sprawled out naked on his couch?"

Ryo could only stare mutely up at his angry lover's face. He knew where this was leading to, but how was he to convince Dee of something different in this state.

"Damn it, answer me!"

Ryo nodded.

"Say it."

"Yes."

"Did I not SEE that man touching you? Stroking his hand down your back?"

Again Ryo could only nod.

"Say the fucking word!" Dee snarled again.

"Yes!"

"Did I not see the two of you kissing?"

Ryo refused to answer further, but when Dee looked ready to snap again, he shot back, "YES, but I…"

"You've been going to his place every couple of days for the last few weeks, haven't you?"

"Yes." he admitted weakly.

"You think I wouldn't find out?"

"I--" Eyes that had been warm with desire and love now began to burn again as the salt from unspilt tears started to weld once more.

"Don't lie, Ryo."

Looking off to the side, he responded, "I had hoped to keep it a secret until it was finished."

Dee features took on one of shocked surprise. "Until you were finished?" he repeated quietly almost in a daze.

"It was only going to be about another week."

Pain welded up inside Dee's chest. Another week? His partner… his lover had a set time when an affair was going to be over? And he did so with such ease. Had Ryo been able to do this before and he not even notice?

"I would have told you about it then."

'Would have told you about it then,' The words echoed in Dee's head. 'And then what, Ryo? Given me the 'I'm sorry, I'll never do it again' routine?'

"Guess the cat's out of the bag a bit sooner, huh?"

"Dee, I didn't mean to deceive you about what I was doing, but I didn't want you finding out about before…"

'Before what, Ryo?' Dee's mind raced in silent question again.'Before you could make a decision on which one of us you wanted to be with?'

"Funny how things turn out that way." Dee cut him off, then turned and moved away, grabbing his jacket from the chair as he continued to walk toward the door.

"'Bye, Ryo."

"Where are you going, Dee?"

"That's none of your business anymore."

"Dee!" Ryo shot up off the couch, despite his nakedness, and rushed to grab the leaving man's arm. "Don't leave! Please! You still don't understand why…"

Twisting around, Dee jerked his arm away from Ryo's grasp.

"I don't need to understand why," he snarled again. "It's enough just to know! It's over between us. The sight of your pretty face makes me sick. If I don't leave now,…" He squeezed his eyes shut, making a grimace as he snapped his head to the side. Raising his arm, he flexed his fist near his own head, but Dee only made the motion of wanting to strike before he lowered it, and faced his lover once more.

"It's not that I don't want to knock you on your ass…… It's not that I don't want to push you down and ream your ass so hard…… But I'm not doing something I'll wind up regretting later. You want fucked, go see your new 'friend'! Just don't come sniffing around after me anymore, you got that?!"

"Dee,…" Ryo tried to grab the man once more when he made a move for the door again, and found himself up against the wall with the other man's forearm across his chest.

"Don't touch me again!"

"…you don't understand," Ryo pushed desperately onward. "It's not what you're thinking! I don't care for Armon in that way, Dee. There's only you! I only love you!"

The harsh sting made to the side of his cheek caused the welded tears to flow down his face again. A trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I don't want to hear those words coming out of your filthy mouth again! So what if you don't 'care' for him that way. That's your problem now, isn't it? Should have thought of that before."

Dee stepped away, reaching for the door knob.

"Don't do this, Dee." Ryo begged quietly. "Please don't leave."

"I am leaving, Ryo, and I'm not coming back. I don't want to be with a fucking whore."

"You're wrong, Dee. I'm not…"

"Yes, you are."

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Author's Comment:

I put this fanfic up for the very reason of hitting readers with something so different and intense that they might even hate it or me. I cannot help that some people may not like what I've done, but that's the way in life. It can be as cruel, and hard, and as mean as what I've portrayed so far, even with the most loving of people. It doesn't mean things can't get better, nor does it mean things can't get worse. This story is my idea, and I know exactly what I'm doing with it and where it's going.

I gave CLEAR and FAIR warning in the beginning, before anyone went on to read the story. I gave FAIR warning by the summary of what the story was about. And I GAVE my feelings for the couple, so in no way am I bashing the series or the characters. If I have to repeat it, I will: I LOVE IT AND THEM!

Actions and speech in my story are found within the manga series. I went through the books and looked up every bad word spoken so that I could use those very same words. Maybe not directed as such that I have done, but, still……

I think Dee, believing he just caught the love of his life with another man -- naked and kissing -- that my version of his reaction is just as fitting a behavior -- and maybe even more so -- as he had in the book over simple words when he backhanded Ryo. Who's to say how a person (character) will react in certain situations or what they will do because of it?

As I stated previously, people may hate this story or me for writing it, so I'm prepared for flames. Opinions are a persons right to have. You are free to write an opinion as I am to write my story. Haters will be taken with a grain of salt, and if people want to write something mean, I can't prevent it, YET it is at my discretion that if they are TOO sick and depraved, I DO HAVE the power to rid them from my review listing.

I do not mind corrective criticism. It points out something that I've missed, or had not thought of, and allows me to contemplate or correct the error. I do spell check my work, however sometimes things still get by, and there are times that I misspell it on purpose to fit my writing (usually I will mention it in author notes when I do.)

However, this story will go on to completion, whether people like it or not. I do thank you for your time, especially if you've came this far, in reading "Portrait Without Sin." I would very much appreciate your review.