Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Three Little Words ❯ Stake Out ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Fiamma L'incendios(aka Flame Blazes) 
*blushes* Ano...my muses have hentai thoughts, I swear. But enough about them.
While Ryo and Dee are on a stake out, things get a little steamy.
Anime/Manga: Fake Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Police / / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.06.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 715 | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
*blushes* Ano...my muses have hentai thoughts, I swear. But enough about them.
While Ryo and Dee are on a stake out, things get a little steamy.
Anime/Manga: Fake Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Police / / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.06.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 715 | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
Author's Note: Reading too much yaoi is bad! *head spins* It even makes a muse who was currently on vacation come running back to a starved writer (ME!). Heh, I've just been recently introduced to FAKE so do forgive any mistakes I happen to make. And no, I'm not used to writing shounen ai, or any sort of yaoi. With that in mind, be gentle upon reviewing!
[Last edited Oct. 6. 2002]
Disclaimer: *pouts* No, I don't own FAKE. Sanami Mato does (lucky girl...)
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"Three Little Words"
Chapter One- Stake Out
Dee Laytner hummed under his breath, leaning back against the seat and resting his head upon folded arms. Dark green eyes surveyed the street, focusing on a dark shadow or bodily movement every so often. Two whole hours had gone by and not a single person had appeared save for some stray animals. Were they really in the right place for a stakeout?
"Dee…" The detective turned his head towards his partner. A lit cigarette dangled from his lips, and he pulled the cylinder from his mouth to speak. "Yea, Ryo?"
Ryo McLane sighed in exasperation. Well, at least he had stopped humming. "Nothing, Dee. I was just wondering if you'd dozed off."
"Naw, it's too boring to sleep. Why did Berkeley put us on this assignment, anyway? Nothing's happened since we got here. Not a soul to be seen…" Dee's words trailed off, and his eyes began to glint devilishly. A large smile soon followed suit.
Ryo eyed his partner warily, moving as close to the passenger door as he could. Metal grinded into his back as he saw Dee lean towards him. "Now, Dee, we're on this stakeout to catch any drug dealers. We can't very well-" Dee's mouth pressed against Ryo's, silencing the Japanese-American. His hands twitched helplessly, while Ryo tried to think of a way out of the situation but the feel of Dee's mouth against his was overwhelming.
Seeing the man put up little to no resistance, Dee licked Ryo's lips, asking permission to delve deeper. A small mewl issued forth from his victim's mouth, and Dee was startled. He leaned back, looking at Ryo closely. Eager hands grabbed his neck and pulled Dee against Ryo's chest, and a warm mouth silenced Dee's sound of protest.
As Ryo opened his mouth to Dee, the man suppressed a wolfish laugh. He was beginning to become a bad influence on Ryo. Growing bolder he was…
Even now, his partner blushed furiously as his hands clutched Dee's shirt tightly. Possessively…
Coming up for air, Dee unbuttoned Ryo's shirt, kissing the Japanese-American's neck. Ryo buried his hands in Dee's hair, his mind barely able to focus past the growing heat on his neck. The mouth traveled lower and a barely-contained tongue flickered out and licked his nipple. Then teeth gnawed on it, drawing a startled yelp out of Ryo.
"Dee! Stop!" Ryo grabbed Dee's shoulders and shoved him away trying to calm his suddenly pounding heart. He looked down at his chest, seeing bloody teeth marks. "What the hell were you trying to do, Dee?"
Dee picked up his still-burning cigarette, took a drag then pointed it at the Japanese-American accusingly. "Don't blame it all on me! You were enjoying yourself too," He informed with a mischievous grin.
Ryo couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. He straightened his shirt, and then crossed his arms, making a face at his partner. "I can't think when you do things like that," He admitted, face flushing a bit.
Dee laughed, grinding the cigarette into the ashtray on the dashboard. "Well, well, Ryo's thought processes stop when he's being kissed?" He winked at Ryo affectionately. "Good to know."
Ryo's embarrassment was quickly lost in a wave of anger. "You think of me as just another conques-" The words dropped off, and he pointed towards the dark hooded figure that stood under the streetlight several feet away.
Dee immediately followed his partner's gaze, and watched as another figure (smaller, perhaps a woman?) approached the hooded man. He licked his lips, eager for some kind of action. Besides, Ryo had wakened the beast within, and only sex (which Ryo would obviously not agree to) or violence could sate it. His hands grasped the gun in his holster. Violence it was.
[Last edited Oct. 6. 2002]
Disclaimer: *pouts* No, I don't own FAKE. Sanami Mato does (lucky girl...)
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"Three Little Words"
Chapter One- Stake Out
Dee Laytner hummed under his breath, leaning back against the seat and resting his head upon folded arms. Dark green eyes surveyed the street, focusing on a dark shadow or bodily movement every so often. Two whole hours had gone by and not a single person had appeared save for some stray animals. Were they really in the right place for a stakeout?
"Dee…" The detective turned his head towards his partner. A lit cigarette dangled from his lips, and he pulled the cylinder from his mouth to speak. "Yea, Ryo?"
Ryo McLane sighed in exasperation. Well, at least he had stopped humming. "Nothing, Dee. I was just wondering if you'd dozed off."
"Naw, it's too boring to sleep. Why did Berkeley put us on this assignment, anyway? Nothing's happened since we got here. Not a soul to be seen…" Dee's words trailed off, and his eyes began to glint devilishly. A large smile soon followed suit.
Ryo eyed his partner warily, moving as close to the passenger door as he could. Metal grinded into his back as he saw Dee lean towards him. "Now, Dee, we're on this stakeout to catch any drug dealers. We can't very well-" Dee's mouth pressed against Ryo's, silencing the Japanese-American. His hands twitched helplessly, while Ryo tried to think of a way out of the situation but the feel of Dee's mouth against his was overwhelming.
Seeing the man put up little to no resistance, Dee licked Ryo's lips, asking permission to delve deeper. A small mewl issued forth from his victim's mouth, and Dee was startled. He leaned back, looking at Ryo closely. Eager hands grabbed his neck and pulled Dee against Ryo's chest, and a warm mouth silenced Dee's sound of protest.
As Ryo opened his mouth to Dee, the man suppressed a wolfish laugh. He was beginning to become a bad influence on Ryo. Growing bolder he was…
Even now, his partner blushed furiously as his hands clutched Dee's shirt tightly. Possessively…
Coming up for air, Dee unbuttoned Ryo's shirt, kissing the Japanese-American's neck. Ryo buried his hands in Dee's hair, his mind barely able to focus past the growing heat on his neck. The mouth traveled lower and a barely-contained tongue flickered out and licked his nipple. Then teeth gnawed on it, drawing a startled yelp out of Ryo.
"Dee! Stop!" Ryo grabbed Dee's shoulders and shoved him away trying to calm his suddenly pounding heart. He looked down at his chest, seeing bloody teeth marks. "What the hell were you trying to do, Dee?"
Dee picked up his still-burning cigarette, took a drag then pointed it at the Japanese-American accusingly. "Don't blame it all on me! You were enjoying yourself too," He informed with a mischievous grin.
Ryo couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. He straightened his shirt, and then crossed his arms, making a face at his partner. "I can't think when you do things like that," He admitted, face flushing a bit.
Dee laughed, grinding the cigarette into the ashtray on the dashboard. "Well, well, Ryo's thought processes stop when he's being kissed?" He winked at Ryo affectionately. "Good to know."
Ryo's embarrassment was quickly lost in a wave of anger. "You think of me as just another conques-" The words dropped off, and he pointed towards the dark hooded figure that stood under the streetlight several feet away.
Dee immediately followed his partner's gaze, and watched as another figure (smaller, perhaps a woman?) approached the hooded man. He licked his lips, eager for some kind of action. Besides, Ryo had wakened the beast within, and only sex (which Ryo would obviously not agree to) or violence could sate it. His hands grasped the gun in his holster. Violence it was.