Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Surrender ❯ Chapter 2: Broken ( Chapter 2 )

**Disclaimer** I do not own FAKE. Or Dee. Or Ryo. Or Berkley. Whine whine whine.

A/N: story (actually, this chapter) contains a rape scene. And eventually self-mutilation, (but not yet…) Be warned.

Chapter 2: Broken

Berkley was just about to take a quick break when the phone rang.

"Hello, 27th precinct."

"Yes, I'd like to speak with Commissioner Rose, if that's possible?" It was a woman on the other end who sounded rather familiar.

"This is Rose. Who is this?"

"It's Officer Kira Olsen, from this morning. You sent two detectives down here to defuse a hostage situation?"

"Yes?" Berkley felt a small tug of anxiety. He didn't care one iota about that obnoxious Dee Laytner, but if anything had happened to Ryo…

"They've been taken as hostages themselves. We thought the suspect was out of bullets. But he… um… wasn't… They just left. We didn't dare follow. He said he'd shoot them if we did."

Berkley's heart skipped a beat. What had that bastard done to Ryo?! "Where did they head? I'll get my men on it right away."

"They were headed east as far as I could tell. Please find them, Rose. Alive."

"You could bet your life on it. I'm not letting them get away." At any rate, I'm not going to let that son of a filthy stinking whore do anything to my Ryo.

~*~

"Dee?" Ryo whispered into the darkness. "Dee?"

"Right here." Dee put his hand on Ryo's arm.

It turned out that Eric was buddy-buddy with they guy who's owned the motel. When the guy had died about two weeks ago, Eric had gotten it, and now it was pretty much a hideout for him and his little gang.

He'd thrown Dee and Ryo in a room not too far away and posted guards. Now the two cops were sitting in complete darkness.

Ryo slid closer to Dee. "I'm cold," he whispered.

Dee had to forcefully remind himself that that was not an invitation. He managed to keep his hands from wandering, but as he pulled Ryo pretty much into his lap, he couldn't help but nibble at his ear.

"Dee!" Ryo exclaimed. "You horny bastard!"

Dee stopped dejectedly. He knew this was neither the time nor place for that, but he was starting to worry that this could be his last night alive, and he wanted to show Ryo how much he loved him. "I'm sorry, Ryo."

Ryo whipped around. "You're really worried, aren't you?"

"Dammit Ryo!" Dee exclaimed. "They guy's a friggin' rapist! Not only that, he's a homicidal maniac! Of course I'm worried. And more about you then about me. That bastard keeps saying how beautiful you are… I'm scared shitless."

Ryo tensed. "I'd… forgotten… about that part."

"Baby, I won't let him hurt you," Dee whispered softly while caressing Ryo's chest. "I'd die first."

Ryo didn't say anything, just kissed Dee quickly. Tentatively.

Dee smiled. "I love you, Ryo."

The moon streaming in through the tiny window illuminated Ryo's entire slender body. As Dee greedily drank in that beautiful sight, he allowed himself to fantasize for a second Ryo replying, "I love you too Dee."

Ryo opened his mouth, and for one precious second, Dee thought that his wildest fantasy was going to become reality. His heart started beating double-time as his glowing partner looked at him.

"Don't worry Dee, we'll be fine."

It took all of Dee's self-control not to spaz out right then and there. He just held Ryo a little tighter and tried not to let his partner see his disappointment.

~*~

Dee awoke to the sounds of yelling in the next room. Then Eric stormed in with two bodyguards, both who instantly pressed a gun to Ryo's head.

"Get on the goddamned bed, Dee," he commanded.

Dee did it without hesitation, though inside his mind he was screaming and screaming loud.

Eric smiled at him. "Now, I want you to kiss me."

That took Dee by surprise. Usually a rapist wanted to be in control at all times. Wanted to be the aggressor at all times. "Wha-what?"

"Kiss me. Kiss me like you'd kiss your boyfriend over there, or your little girly-man gets it."

Dee gave a quick glance to Ryo, standing there panicked with two guns to his delicate honey-colored head. Little wisps of hair falling in to his eyes. I can't do anything that might hurt that. I'm so sorry, Ryo.

Dee ignored is gut, which squirmed at the thought of kissing this man, and did it anyway.

Then Eric took over. He roughly parted Dee's lips with his tongue and let the wet, oozing thing explore Dee's mouth. Dee tried not to vomit. Then Eric straddled him and pushed him down onto his back.

Dee's slight gasp of surprise was mirrored by Ryo's. And Dee didn't dare fight. Not when Ryo's life was on the line.

The man unbuttoned Dee's shirt slowly, caressing the skin underneath with a gentleness Dee would not have thought possible from a cold-blooded killer. He shuddered. It was disgusting.

The man then unbuttoned and unzipped Dee's jeans, leaving him in nothing but boxers and an undershirt. Dee fought down panic and revulsion at what he knew was coming.

"You're good at this, baby," Eric said. "You're all worried for Randy over there, so you won't fright me one tiny bit, but oh… I can tell you want to."

That's right, bastard. If Ryo wasn't here, you'd be dead, Dee thought. A part of his mind hoped Ryo hadn't heard that. He didn't need Ryo feeling guilty. But that part was being drowned out by mental screams of panic and wild death threats Dee wasn't sure were anatomically possible, but boy would he like to try…

Eric flipped the button of his own jeans and proceeded to rather unceremoniously yank of Dee's undershirt. But the boxers he took special care with. Dee could feel them sliding down his skin, inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter. Feel Eric's hands were they didn't belong. He started shaking, not hard, but Eric could feel it.

"You scared?" he asked mockingly, kissing Dee again. "That's good."

Dee tried to shut everything out. Tried to hole up inside himself, but he couldn't. Eric pushed him onto his stomach and straddled him again, creeping his face up next to Dee's, whispering in Dee's ear. "I wanna hear you scream."

And scream he did. Dee was caught off-guard by the first thrust. He tensed, not moving, and after he bit off his scream, not making a sound. He could feel the other man on top of him. He wanted so badly whip around a kill him barehanded. But this man had him by the balls, literally and figuratively.

He pressed his face into the disgusting mattress, tears streaming down his face. He could feel Eric trailing slimy, wet kisses along his spine. He tried not to shudder in revulsion.

Eric tensed, and climaxed as he removed his sex for the last time. Dee could feel warm, wet semen dripping down into his inner thigh and mixing with blood. Eric, now sated, sighed contentedly.

"You're good, Dee, real good. I might have to come back for a second helping." And he left.

With him went his bodyguards to their former posts outside the doors and windows, and Dee and Ryo were left alone.

"Oh… god… Dee…" Ryo moved forward instantly, wanted to be by Dee's side. Wanting to help him in any way he could.

Dee had curled into a small ball, his wet, naked form shivering from cold and revulsion.

"Don't touch me," he whispered. He looked up a Ryo, his angel-face twisted in concern. I don't deserve you, baby. You're so perfect, and I'm so… dirty… He shuddered.

"Dee?" Even Ryo's voice was full of worry.

Dee peered through his raven bangs around the room. There! The bathroom! Shower! He stood up silently, quickly, and walked to it. Opened the door. There was no lock. Ryo wouldn't come it. A lock wouldn't stop Eric.

Dee's thoughts were no longer coherent as he immersed himself in the water. First icy, then warming to scalding. He scrubbed himself violently with the tiny sponge that was provided. He used the entire bar of soap and his skin was an angry red when he was finished. He washed his hair, trying to get every trace of Eric Tomita off of him.

The water was freezing again by the time Dee could bring himself to get out of its cleansing stream. He toweled himself vigorously, still trying to remove Eric. But Eric's kisses had left burn marks; his hands still touched him where only Ryo would be allowed to touch, when Ryo was ready. He could still feel Eric's arousal as he straddled Dee. Dee toweled himself even harder to remove that feel.

He pushed open the door slightly and saw his clothes folded neatly for him. He smiled and pulled them on. Ryo was sitting in a corner, staring out the window, but he was up in a second when Dee came out.

"Dee." Ryo walked over to him. Dee brushed his golden hair of his pale brow

"Ry-" He stopped himself. Someone as dirty as him shouldn't be able to say `Ryo'. He was not to profane Randy's Japanese name. Just like Eric couldn't. "Randy," he said. The name felt funny on his tongue. He couldn't remember ever calling him Randy before.

Ryo looked horrified. "No Dee. No." He refused to believe that anyone could do this to his Dee. He didn't want to believe it. But it was true. Oh god it was true.

He couldn't help himself. He slowly, gently put his arms around Dee like he'd wanted to do so many times before. Instead of reciprocating with a kiss, or at least a return of the embrace, Dee simply leaned on Ryo and cried.

Ryo reminded himself that rape victims usually couldn't stand human contact after a rape. That by letting Ryo hug him, Dee was doing much better then the majority of rape victims. But he wanted his Dee back. His Dee that would have taken advantage of the situation. His Dee that would nibble his ear and say `I'm fine, babe. It's all a dream.' And he'd wake up in Dee's arms.

"Dee, Dee," he kept murmuring. "Dee, it'll be okay."

Dee could hear Ryo muttering in his ear. He couldn't discern words, but just that voice made him feel better. He desperately threw his arms around Ryo, pulling the smaller man closer to him. Clinging to him like he was a lifeline. And Ryo didn't mind.

"Randy, I'm so sorry," he murmured. "This is all my fault."

Ryo was taken aback. "What the hell, Dee? You know this isn't your fault. There was nothing you could have done! If anything it was…" the relization stung him. "My… my fault…"

Dun dun dun!!!!

Ooh…I'm really getting into this. (Don't get me wrong, my head is not usually filled with scenes from violent rapes. I'm usually pretty normal actually… (yeah, right.) Anyway, there's chapter two. Now, let's see if I can get chapter three done…

I really like the story, even if it's a bit horrific. (a bit?!? You call that a bit horrific?!?!) I hope you all are liking it too….