Fake Fan Fiction ❯ The Consequences of Sin ❯ Act One: Alpha ( Chapter 1 )

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

*I do not own the movie Hannibal or any of it's characters… Too creepy if you ask me…* XP

The Consequences of Sin

Act One: Alpha

*Monday Evening*

“You turning in for the night, Dee?” Ryo asked his partner as Dee switched off the monitor. He opened his mouth wide and released a powerful yawn. “Uh, yeah. I'm friggin' beat. I haven't been getting much sleep lately,” he answered. Ryo smirked.

“Well, maybe if you would actually try and sleep for a change, you'd be better off.” Dee stood and flipped his jacket over his shoulder. He gave his partner a sly smile and leaned down close to Ryo's ear. “Hmm, can I help it if you're always on my mind?” he whispered softly. His breath tickled the edge of his ear, making Ryo shudder with a heavy blush. Dee saw his reaction, however subtle it was, and chuckled softly. He slid his arms around Ryo's broad shoulders very slowly, locking him in place. “Care to help me sleep better?” he continued even softer. Ryo shrugged his shoulder shyly and pulled slightly away from Dee. “Cut it out, Dee. We're at work,” Ryo responded softly, hoping that the blush on his cheeks wasn't intensifying. Dee chuckled again and touched the honey colored locks on the back of his head. “… So?” Ryo's face reddened even more and he turned away slightly. “… Dee, please, not toni-”

Dee had grabbed the back of his partner's chair and pulled it firmly towards him with ease. He swiftly, but gently tipped Ryo's head backwards before silencing his partner with a slow kiss. Ryo stiffened slightly before relaxing just enough for Dee to tease his lower lip. Dee heard the pen Ryo was holding drop to the desk, and then his hands in his hair. Dee cupped his face gently in his hands before gliding his tongue past his shy partner's mouth. He smiled in satisfaction as he heard a soft moan of protest as he ended it for the night. “See you in the morning,” Dee whispered before casually leaving the office. Ryo kept his head tipped back and closed his eyes. He dug the heels of his palms into his eyes with frustration. “Dammit…” God, why did he do thaaat? “I'm gonna be up all night now…”

“Got a moment, Detective?” Ryo turned his head to find Berkley leaning against the door to his office. Wonderful… At the mercy of the Commissioner now… “Yes, sir. I was just finishing up.” Berkley waltzed in rather slowly. His tie was all ready loosened. Frankly, Ryo thought he was going to have to defend himself again from his superior's advances. “How are you and Detective Laytner coming on those reports?”

“We just finished them this afternoon,” Ryo began and opened his desk drawer to remove the files. When he looked up, Berkley had made himself present beside him, a little too close for the younger Japanese-American's liking. Ryo tried to ignore it. “With this crime wave, we've been backed up like you wouldn't believe.” Berkley took the manilla folder and tossed it haphazardly on the desk without even a glance. He leaned down close. “It'll blow over…” he smiled. Ryo rolled away from his desk quickly and stood up.

“Sir. Unless there's something important you wish to discuss with me concerning work, I will have to be going. Bikky is waiting for me at home,” Ryo frowned. Berkley sighed and leaned on the edge of the desk. “In fact, there is, Randy, in my office.” Ryo was a little shocked.

Maybe there is a legitimate reason this time. … Better stay on guard… I don't need to explain blood all over the office to the Chief should Dee find out, Ryo thought and followed Berkley down the hall. Rose sat at his desk and put his feet up. “I need you to cover for J.J until he comes back from the hospital,” he said.

“Me? Of course, I'd be glad to help… budget's been tight since Bikky started school again,” he murmured. “But what happened to J.J.'s fill in?” Berkley nodded.

“His replacement had a family emergency… Actually, I'll be out on the street with you all. I'm changing partners around here until he gets back. Detective Laytner will accompany Drake on his rounds. He knows Drake's route better than I do. ” Ryo dared to open his mouth and ask.

“So, then who-”

“You and I will work on whatever cases come up until J.J. returns.” Ryo felt his stomach churn. Dee was not going to be happy about this especially after it happening once all ready with Diana Spacey and the FBI were involved. Come to think of it, Ryo wasn't too excited about this turn of events either. It was hard enough to avoid his advances when Dee was around. Now that they were going to be split up once more… Ryo didn't even want to think about the possible situations that could happen. One of the major problems was that Berkley Rose was a very attractive man, and a very persuasive one at that. It was the same scenario with Dee. At least he had learned to handle it with Dee… on some warped level that always left him without some article of clothing…

“I trust you will tell him tomorrow about the changes. I've all ready informed Drake,” Berkley announced. Ryo swallowed.

“And this begins when?”

“Effective at six P.M. tomorrow night. I have business in Jersey I have to take care of first,” he stated. He stood slowly.

… Lovely, lead me to the lions why don't you? Dee is gonna shit bricks tomorrow. Now I'm really not going to get any sleep. Before Ryo knew it, Berkley had him trapped against the office door. Again Ryo's face colored. The scent of aftershave still lingered around Berkley even at the hour it was now chiming. Rose removed his glasses. His eyes were such a piercing blue. They sent a shiver of something down Ryo's spine. “I hope that this won't be a burden to you or the Detective. I'm willing to pay you both a handsome bonus for the inconvenience,” he said softly. Ryo nodded unsurely.

Why do I get the feeling that this is some twisted, indirect means of prostitution? “I-It's no trouble, sir. Now Dee, on the other hand, won't be pleased,” Ryo said with a nervous smile.Rose hummed absently in agreement and observed Ryo's features with more intensity. “… I do hope we can… get to know one another better,” Berkley murmured. Ryo hunted for the doorknob and grasped it firmly. “Y-yes, sir.” Berkley smiled softly and pulled away, putting his glasses back on. “Good… I won't keep you any longer. Dismissed.” Ryo saluted him and left the room and the office rather quickly. He found himself practically running down the steps and to his car.

He sat in the seat and banged his head on the steering wheel. His only invading thought made his gut wrench. “… God, he smelled good… Jesus… This isn't happening,” he groaned. His beeper vibrated madly on the dashboard. He picked it up.

*I'm starved. Chinese? Got a video for the monster. Dee…*

Ryo smirked and started the car.

*~*~*

Ryo climbed the stairs to his apartment. He had not even reached the second story (his was on the fifth), when he knew that Dee had all ready arrived.

“Dammit, you little earwig! Lemme in!”

“Blow it out yer ass! Ryo's not here, you fag!”

“You little shit!” Dee hissed a little less loudly. “I'm gonna kill you!”

“Shut the hell up!” Ryo sighed upon reaching the fourth floor. Mrs. Smith didn't sound too happy. He wasn't surprised that she could hear it, even with her old ears.

“Ah, go take yer poison, ya old biddy!” Dee spat.

Ryo ran down the hall.

“Ow!! Quit it, lady! I'll take you in for battery!”

“I'll sue fer trespassin'!”

“Whoa! Mrs. Smith!” Ryo called and rushed to them. The sight was pretty pathetic, to say the least. He could hear Bikky cackling from inside the apartment as Dee was forced to the ground at the mercy of the old woman's cane. “Dee. Get inside,” Ryo ordered.

“I can't! That monkey-kid of yours won't-” Ryo tossed him his keys and led his neighbor back to her place. Dee caught them happily. “Ohhhh, Bikky!” he sang. Ryo closed his mind to the new battle about to explode in his apartment. “I'm so sorry about that… Dee and Bikky can get a little carried away sometimes. I'll make sure it won't happen again.”

“It's all right dear… I know how hard it is to find a good man in this world.” She sighed heavily. “Gotta take what God gives ye… Poor Malcom, God rest his soul…” Ryo smiled nervously. “I, uh… right…”

“G'night, youngin'…” she smiled cheerfully and closed the door. Ryo stood there and hung his head. “Is it THAT obvious?” he moaned to himself and trudged back to the apartment. He felt a headache coming…

“Gimme my egg roll, asshole!” Bikky snarled and leaped over the couch onto Dee's back. They toppled to the floor as Ryo entered.

“Agh!! Back off you simian brat!” Bikky snatched the mangled roll in a bittersweet moment and pouted. Dee scrambled to his feet, remembering the definition of gracefulness. “I, uh… got you extra snow peas,” he said. Ryo murmured as he peered into the boxes of food. “I know how much you like `em…”

“Hi, Ryo,” Bikky greeted. “Rough day?” Ryo remembered the conversation he and the Commissioner had less than an hour ago. “… Yeah,” he replied and loosened his tie. Dee munched on a large shrimp. He watched his partner bee line for the wine rack, open a bottle, and chug a full glass of wine in the span that took him to chew and swallow. “Somethin' on your mind, Ryo?” Ryo poured another glass.

“I'm fine, Dee.”

Chug.

Dee frowned. Yeah, right… “Fine” like I'm gonna put away a whole bottle of expensive wine just for the hell of it “fine”… Before he could protest, Ryo escaped to his room. Like clockwork, Dee was all ready on his way to lick his partner's wounds… or something to that effect when…

“BANZAI!”

Bikky tackled him…

“Ow!! What the hell is wrong with you?! Did you forget to take your Ritalin again?!” Dee snarled, face eating hardwood floor.

“I don't have A.D.D., you retard! Where do you think you're goin' anyway?” Bikky demanded, plopping down on the larger man's back. Dee frowned. For an small kid, he sure did weigh a lot.

“I'm gonna go see what's up with my partner, brat. Get off!”

“Make me!!” He clamped down on him tighter. Dee sighed. He didn't need this shit. Not tonight. “Look. I'll cut you a deal: I got you that movie you've been dyin' to see-”

“No, shit! You rented Hannibal?!” he gasped.

“Shh!!! Dumb ass! He'll hear you!” Dee hissed. “If you leave me and Ryo alone, for once, I won't tell him, okay?” Bikky remained on Dee's back and thought.

And thought…

And thought some more…

“God dammit, Bikky! Get the hell off!!” Dee shouted.

“Okay, fine!! But you better not pull none of your sleazy shit on him, you big homo!” Bikky stood and folded his arms. Dee growled.

“Hn… Go! Before I change my mind and tie you to a tree!” he hissed. Bikky snagged the movie and slumped off to his room. He flipped Dee the bird before slamming the door behind him. “Sheesh, not even a thank you… little rabid hnn…” he muttered.

He turned his attention back to Ryo's room. The light was still off. He got the feeling that something was definitely wrong this time. He knocked lightly on the doorframe as he saw his partner on his bed holding his head in his hands. He had all ready changed for bed. “Yo, Ryo. What are you sittin' here in the dark for?” Dee asked and switched on a lamp.

“… Nothing, Dee… I… have a headache…” he said. Dee raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Do you know the best cure for a headache is?” he asked with a grin, barely daring to hope.

“If you say sex, I'm gonna stab you to death with a chop stick,” he muttered. Dee's smiled faded.

“… Want anything? I got an emergency stash of meds in the car. It'll kill any pain…”

“No, Dee. Thanks, though.” Ryo looked up at him and flushed lightly. Dee's light green eyes sent chills down his spine as they stared back at him with such concern. Dee sat beside Ryo. He put his hands along the sides of Ryo's temples and massaged gently. Ryo murmured softly. His head was pounding. “…Dee?”

“Sh, it doesn't work if you talk…” he said softly. He coaxed Ryo to lie in his lap.

“… No, about tomorrow… Since J.J. is in the hospital and Drake now doesn't have a partner… Rose… changed a few things.” Dee stopped his hands, growing tense. “Liiike…?”

“You'll be with Drake for a while… until J.J. is back at work,” he replied softly. “Rose is giving you, me, and Drake a nice bonus for the “inconvenience”,” he added. Dee leaned back on the bed and sighed heavily. “Great… When does this start?”

“Effective tomorrow evening at six.” He frowned.

“What else happened?” Ryo flinched slightly, confirming Dee's suspicions.

“… He kinda came onto me again… I stopped him so-”

“So are you attracted to him?” Dee interrupted him and sat up abruptly. Ryo froze and stared up at his partner. This was so unlike him. Dee gave him a look that left no room for argument or avoidance to the question. “I, uh…”

“I want the truth Ryo… Please…” Ryo looked away and sat up.

“… A little… I-I'm not used to this type of thing, Dee. I've known you a long time, and I still… I'm just inexperienced and confused,” he finished lamely and flopped on his back beside Dee. A small chuckle came from him.

“Heh… I know how you feel. It's not something that you just decide… It just happens, and you gotta just experiment,” he murmured. “It can be scary, I know… You don't know what's out there or who'll just rip your heart out… Then there's that whole religious factor, ugh… Love is love… You can't control how you feel about someone.” He fell silent and laid beside Ryo. Ryo didn't say anything in response for a long time.

“Ryo?” Dee began again.

“Huh?” Dee turned to him. He suddenly found the down comforter rather interesting. He then spoke in a voice that Ryo had never heard before out of him.

“… I won't… I'm not gonna pressure you to do anything you don't wanna do-”

“Just like you said the last eight or nine times you've spent the night?” Ryo frowned. Dee flicked his nose. “Ow!”

“No, dammit!” he snapped. “I'm serious… this time. See the thing is… at first I just pulled all that crap because you were so damn uptight about being straight and all… then… I dunno… You grew on me. I got to see another side of you than just this hot cop with a gun-” Ryo blushed.

“Dee-”

“Lemme finish!” Dee's cheeks heated lightly, which was rare, very rare. “The other side of you… just… I can't explain it… I just found myself always wanting you … near,” he said softly. Ryo propped himself on his elbows, shocked.

“Dee?”

“… Dammit…” Dee roughly wiped his eyes. “I didn't get like this when I practiced,” he grumbled to himself. “Anyway… I care about you too much to ruin what we all ready have, so… I'm gonna back off a while, and let you make up your own mind. I just want you to feel like I do…” He sighed heavily, glancing at him. “If Rose tries anything, I won't put a bullet in his head. Hell, I'd do that without a good reason!” he chuckled. “But, if you find that if you like him, fine. If you don't, hey, even better! You do what you need to do. Experimenting is the better part of life… But, hey, we all know what you plus me equal…” he smirked, looking back at his partner.

“… You realize what you're saying, Dee? Say I do find that-”

“I know the risk. But… he doesn't love Bikky, or Carol, or …you like I do…” Ryo felt his cheeks get hot as Dee pinned him gently. He smiled softly as Dee's words sank in. “… Thanks, Dee… That means a lot…” Dee lifted his hand to Ryo's face. It was all ready warm from the alcohol coursing through his veins. He leaned down and gave Ryo a surprisingly innocent kiss. It made Ryo catch his breath in his throat. The change of pace from when he left the office earlier was absolutely out of character. Dee lifted slightly from Ryo and just stared at him. Ryo saw a very different look in those jade green depths. It wasn't hunger or lust. There was a passion and almost pleading emotion rooted deep within the tough exterior… and even a little bit of loneliness hidden behind those eyes. Eyes that he had looked into everyday for the past few years that expressed the fire of hate, to fear and almost… dare he think it, love? Dee again lowered his lips against Ryo's and proceeded to kiss him as gently and as deeply as he could. He felt Ryo shudder beneath him as he timidly returned the gesture in his own innocent way. Ryo buried his hands into the soft ebony locks and murmured softly. Dee ended the kiss slowly and leaned up, kissing his forehead. “… Ryo?”

“…Y-yes?” Dee buried his forehead into Ryo's neck and stared out the window. Ryo's arms draped over his back and Dee felt a hand in his hair. “… I mean it. I do love you,” he whispered. A yawn filled his senses as Dee closed his eyes. Ryo stayed silent for a moment. … Dee… “I-”

“… zzZzz,” came lightly as Dee fell asleep. Ryo smiled softly and switched off the lamp. “Good night, Dee…”

*~*~*

Diana's mouth dropped open in absolute shock and a little bit of disgust. She narrowed her blue eyes, glaring daggers of ice down at the man between her legs. “… I hope I didn't… hear what I thought I heard, Rose,” she snapped, still panting from their most recent “session”. The clapped hand over his mouth and the sudden widening of the eyes confirmed it. Diana slipped off of Berkeley with a grumble. “Diana,” he began. She shrugged away from him as he tried to pull her into his arms. “Oh, so now it's `Diana'? You've got a lot of nerve thinking about Ryo!!” she exclaimed and slapped him. Remorse and shock immediately followed. She didn't mean to slap him actually. Berkeley winced and clutched his cheek. “Ow… I deserved that.”

“You're damn right, you did! I can't believe you!!” she snapped. “You know maybe I should pay Laytner a visit-”

“Now, Dee-Dee. Don't be like that,” he pleaded. “It was an accident!”

“Bullshit… I've seen the way you zone off in the middle of a report when you ask those two into the office. Jesus, Berk…” she sighed and flopped onto her stomach, feeling the hurt rise in her. Rose stayed silent and stroked her hair gently. “I'm sorry, Diana…”

“You know you're just wasting your time, Berkeley. Ryo loves Dee. A woman can see these things easily. And this little office swap you've divulged? Tactless, really. This is a new low, even for you,” she spat.

“I don't know what you are talking about!” he defended.

“Oh, please! I could bed Laytner faster than you could even get Ryo to!” she laughed. Rose frowned with an embarrassed blush. She was a quick one. He was damn glad that the girls at the office weren't as such. “You got over that one quick,” he pointed out. Diana turned over and glared up at him. “Over it like a junkie, you arrogant son of a bitch,” she muttered.

“Touché, Dee-Dee,” he smirked. “Of course, I did almost forget the time a few weeks back, that I wasn't the only thing on your mind…” Diana looked away, some what miffed. “That doesn't count. I have an excuse.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes, in fact! P.M.S.! Ever heard of it?! And I'm ready and willing to go postal on your ass in about thirty seconds.”

“Why don't you put that ruthless charm of yours to good use?” Berkeley purred, looking down at her with very dark and deep bedroom eyes. He knew his strong points and his eyes were one of those things that drove her crazy. Like magic, she blushed and turned away shyly. “Not now, Berk… I'm sleepy,” she murmured. She still couldn't shake what had just happened to her from her mind.

“Care to make a bet, my dear?” he asked and kissed her shoulder.

“… Will you shut up if I listen?”

“Maaaybe,” he smiled as she turned over. “Do you really think you can make Dee do a one-eighty and fall for you?” Diana began to laugh.

“'Think'? Oh, no, my dearest Berky. I can and before you could with Ryo, but…”

“'But' what?”

“You're playing with people's lives, Berkeley. It isn't right…” she murmured softly. “And I don't appreciate you discussing your twisted plans to get into someone else's pants with your girlfriend!” she frowned.

“Oh Diana… Where's your sense of… adventure?”

“Went right out the window when you referred to a colleague instead of me, dear.” Berkeley sighed heavily.

“Okay. If nothing happens, I'll scream your name all you want,” he whispered huskily against her mouth. She moaned softly in response to his fire-like touch. “Life's an experiment you know,” he added.

“… Fine. But I don't like it and I swear to God, Rose,” she warned. “I will never forgive you if you hurt Ryo!”

“I thought it was Laytner you liked?” he blinked. Diana rolled her eyes,

“… Yes. I am so in love with Dee,” she muttered. Jesus, Berkeley. What's gotten into you?

“Diana?”

“Whaaat?” she grumbled. Berkeley reached over to his nightstand and touched the handle on the drawer. He paused and instead switched off the light. “Good night, sweetheart.”