Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Three Times A Charm ❯ Chapter 15

Title: Three Times A Charm

Author: JadeHeart

Archived: Found on AdultFanfiction. If anyone else would like it, please ask me first!

Fandom: Fake

Rating: X

Warnings: yaoi, lemon, masturbation

Summary: Secret desires are revealed in your deepest thoughts

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this, they belong to the creators of `Fake', nor am I making any profits from it.

 

 

Chapter 15

 

 

“Hey, sorry I'm late!”

 

Ryo looked up to see Dee at his side, breathing heavily. He smiled and pushed a steaming cup towards him as he sat. “Not a problem. Here.”

 

“Oh, man!” Dee said gratefully as he wrapped his hands around the coffee and bringing it to his lips. “Thanks a heap! I really need this!”

 

Ryo grinned as he raised his own cup. “I took the liberty of ordering you some breakfast also. It should be ready shortly.”

 

“Gee, thanks! You're a life saver! What did you get me?”

 

“Your usual - toasted bagel. Didn't think you would want something heavy.” Just then the order arrived.

 

“What's with the health-kick?” Dee questioned around a mouthful of bagel as he nodded towards the bowl of fruit salad before Ryo.

 

“It's not a health-kick exactly. I'm trying to get Bikky into the habit of eating a proper breakfast and to stay off the fast food, so I thought the easiest way was to set the example.”

 

“Yeah, but the kid's not here now.”

 

“No,” Ryo answered, slipping a cube of watermelon into his mouth.

 

Dee was fascinated as he watched the red portion slip between Ryo's equally red and luscious lips. The coolness of the watermelon would chill those lips, Dee thought absently, barely hearing Ryo speaking. I wonder what they would feel like pressed against my skin? Cool, moist, a little sticky from the juice, which Ryo would have to then lick clean….

 

Ryo continued, “But I may as well make it a habit of my own as well. It's not going to do me any harm, is it?”

 

“Ah,” Dee pulled his thoughts away from his fantasy so he could answer. “Yeah, I suppose so.”

 

Ryo aimed for the large green grape perched in the centre of his bowl. He thrust downwards to spear the fruit; however its flesh was firm and its skin was solid, and the plastic tines of the fork were unable to penetrate its defenses. The prongs slid across the curved, smooth, slick surface, and instead of skewering the said object, succeeded only in creating a catapult that sent the fruit rocketing skywards to strike directly under Dee's left eye.

 

Its momentum suddenly halted, it ceased its forward motion and dropped downwards to land with a soft plonk! in Dee's cup below, sending up a small geyser of coffee, leaving the grape to bob in the bed of dark liquid innocuously.

 

Both Ryo and Dee had watched this entire interplay from start to finish, seeming to see it all in slow motion. Ryo had watched in shock as the grape had arced through the air to hit Dee; watched the startled expression on Dee's face, the widening of his green eyes, and the slight flinch at the impact. Ryo followed Dee's glance as they both watched the small green object land unharmed in the coffee.

 

They sat there for a moment in complete silence, both watching the grape floating in the cup. Ryo looked up at the same time as Dee did, a stunned expression of disbelief still etched on Dee's face. Ryo felt his lips twitch with laughter. They twitched again, and then he could hold it back no longer as a droplet of juice that had been carried by the grape, slid slowly down Dee's face. Ryo laughed loudly as Dee scowled at him, beginning to look enraged.

 

“You….you just assaulted me!” he snarled, pointing a finger at the convulsing Ryo. “With a grape, no less!”

 

“So what?” Ryo managed to gasp out between laughter, “You're going to charge me with using deadly fruit!”

 

“You…!” Dee growled.

 

Still laughing, Ryo reached out with a paper napkin. “Hold still, you idiot!” he said, chuckling, holding Dee's face steady. “You've got juice all over you. You don't want to have it get on your jacket, do you? It's only the start of the day so you shouldn't be turning up to work with dirty clothes. It doesn't make a good impression.”

 

“And whose fault is it that it's like this?”

 

“It's not as though I did it on purpose!” Ryo was still chuckling as he finished wiping away the last vestiges of juice. “There, all done,” and he turned his hand over to rub the back of the knuckles over the silkiness of Dee's cheek.

 

It had been a completely involuntary action. Ryo hadn't even thought about it, but the soft touch of Dee's skin against his hand sent a bolt of hard desire right through him, to create a pool of molten fire in his groin. His hand shook at the intensity of the feeling and he suddenly realised what he was doing. He snatched his hand away, jerking back so quickly that his elbow jostled his own cup, spilling his coffee across the table top.

 

“Shit!” He grabbed for more napkins and frantically began to sop up the mess, keeping his eyes down. What the hell was he doing?! he fumed at himself in anger. He's in public, for gods' sakes, how could he act like that?! He's supposed to be sitting here having breakfast with Dee, and instead he's getting a hard-on and thinking about screwing his partner on the counter! How crass was that?! He angrily crushed the paper towels into the liquid, creating a sodden mass. With his head down berating himself, he didn't see the flash of hurt over Dee's face at his instant withdrawal.

 

“Ah, look, Ryo,” He looked up as Dee spoke, to see him pushing his coffee away from him to stand. “I'd better go.” Dee flashed a brief smile at Ryo. “Don't want to be late you know!”

 

Ryo thrust the wet napkins aside. “Do you have to already? You haven't even finished your drink.”

 

Dee looked down at his coffee where the grape was still floating. “Well, I'm not really into the fruit flavouring-type of thing, far too trendy for my taste! Anyway, I'd better go before you find something bigger in that bowl to throw at me!”

 

“Aw, come on, Dee, you know it was an accident.”

 

Dee pushed his chair in, “Yeah, sure, bet that's what you'd say to the coroner too, when they wheel me in! Catch ya later,” and with a jaunty wave he turned his back and left.

 

Ryo looked after him and absently picked at the rest of his breakfast before, with a sigh, pushing the bowl aside. He rested his head on his propped hand, watching the grape aimlessly bobbing in the cup. He had hoped to spend longer with Dee this morning. Maybe they could organize a longer lunch soon.

 

Dee shoved his hands into his pockets, searching for his cigarettes. Finding the packet he pulled it out and lit one, exhaling as he walked. He sighed. Things had been really good there for a moment. It had felt comfortable and relaxed between them, and every time they had met since his secondment, they seemed to be getting closer again.

 

It had been good to see Ryo laughing like that; the delight he could see in his partner's eyes making his own heart swell. Ryo was so serious most of the time that Dee was always delighted to see him when he laughed. It had been a long time since he had seen Ryo really and truly laugh at something in such a carefree and uninhibited manner. Dee felt his lips twitch as he replayed the antics of the flying grape. Oh, yes, even he had to admit that had been pretty funny!

 

He had been so surprised when Ryo had reached out to wipe his face. He would have expected his partner to just hand him the napkins and tell him to clean himself up, especially as they were in public. Yet instead of that cold, impersonal approach, Ryo had reached out and gripped Dee's chin in his strong warm hand, and with the other gently wiped away all traces of the accident.

 

Then, even more amazingly, Ryo had turned his hand over and given what could be called nothing else but a caress; soft skin sliding against soft skin, so gentle and smooth. It had sent fires shooting through his body and he had felt his hands clench in an effort to not reach out and crush the other man into a stifling embrace, and damn the fact that they were in public!

 

But then Ryo had pulled away; pulled away so suddenly he had managed to spill his own drink. Guess he is still so freaked by me that he can't stand thinking that someone would see us, Dee thought morosely as he continued slowly walking towards work. Doesn't look like anything's changed after all.

 

*****************

 

Now where could that Neanderthal be? Diana wondered, looking around.

 

“Hey, you!” she called out to a large man ahead of her in the corridor.

 

“Huh?” he turned, looking a little surprised at being confronted by her. Either that or he was momentarily blinded by the bright red checks of the dress coat she was currently wearing.

 

“Yes, you,” she affirmed to wipe away any traces of doubt. “Where can I find Detective Dee Laytner?”

 

“Dee?”

 

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, Dee. Where is he?”

 

“Ah, who are you?”

 

Diana sighed and reached in to pull out her badge. “Diana Spacey, FBI.”

 

The man's eyes widened. “What the fuck has Dee done now?!”

 

“Well, nothing as far as I know. Although it could just be that he's managed to keep it all hidden and not get caught yet.”

 

“Eh?”

 

Oh, we have a bright spark here, Diana thought to herself. Where do they find some of these guys?

 

“So where is Dee?”

 

“Well, that's our office there,” and the man pointed two doors down, “but he's probably at lunch at the moment.”

 

“Your office?” She looked the man over again. He was about 6 foot 2 inches, twice the width of her, with a balding head and bristly moustache.

 

“Yep, Dee's my partner.”

 

“Oh, you poor thing! What the hell did you do to get lumbered with him?”

 

“Hey, I don't care if you are FBI, you can't go bad-mouthing my partner!”

 

“Okay, okay, honey!” Di said, holding her hands up in mock-surrender. “I'm sorry to hurt your feelings.”

 

“So what do you want with Dee?” The man almost growled at her. She mentally sighed to herself. How did Dee always manage to find partners who were willing to defend him so stoutly?

 

She smiled crookedly. “Oh, Dee and I go way back now. I've worked with him a few times when he was back in the 27th.”

 

“Oh,” The frown disappeared from the man's face as something seemed to click. “Oh, so you're the sea hag!”

 

“Whaaaaat?!” the screech echoed through the corridor.

 

The man clapped his hand over his mouth and backed up from the fire flashing in woman's eyes before him. “I'm sorry, honest! I….didn't mean to say that!”

 

“Is that what Dee called me?” Diana grated out.

 

“Ah….yeah?” The man was pressed up against the wall now with no where to run and a bead of sweat trickled down his temple.

 

Diana narrowed her eyes for a moment and then smiled sweetly at the cowering figure before her, although the smile didn't reach her eyes. “Don't worry. I'll take this up with Dee at a later time. By the way, what's your name?”

 

“John,” the man said with an audible gulp, still eyeing her warily as though expecting her to suddenly change mood and pounce on him. “John Patton.”

 

“Pleased to meet you, John!” Diana said in a sing-song voice and a bright smile.

 

“Ah, yeah, same here.”

 

“How about showing me where to get a cup of coffee since Dee's not here to greet me?”

 

“Sure. This way.”

 

“So how long have you been working with Dee now?”

 

“Oh, about 6 weeks.”

 

“And how are you finding him?”

 

“Great. He's a good guy and he knows his stuff. It's been great having another experienced officer in the precinct whilst we get ourselves back up to full strength.”

 

“So you haven't had any problems working with him?”

 

John threw her a side-long glance. “If you're fishing for something, I'll tell you now that I don't rat out a partner.”

 

“Oh, I'm not after anything of the sort.” Diana assured him airily. “Like I said, I knew Dee and his old partner before. I just know that Dee doesn't particularly like paperwork, so I wondered if he had decided to turn over a new leaf now he's in another precinct.”

 

“Well,” John scratched at his chin with a sheepish grin. “Actually, he still doesn't like paperwork.”

 

Diana let out a peal of laughter. “I knew it!” she chuckled. “I can't wait to tell Ryo that someone else is getting stuck with all the work again!”

 

“Ryo? That's Dee's partner, isn't it?”

 

Diana looked over at him. “So Dee's told you about him?”

 

“Well, sure, he's talked about the guy. I understand they're pretty tight, went through some tough times together. I almost didn't believe the guy was real.”

 

“How come?”

 

John shrugged. “Well, Dee made him sound almost like a saint. Said he even took in a street kid they had met on the first case they had together.”

 

“That's absolutely true.”

 

“No shit!” John said in amazement. “Really?”

 

“Really. Ryo truly is a very nice guy. Sometimes I think too nice.”

 

“Wow! I just thought Dee was bull-shitting me, to make me feel like a lousy partner.”

 

“Nah,” Diana drawled. “Don't take it to heart. The two of them were just something special.”

 

“Must have been. I'm surprised now that Dee accepted this move. I know that it's only a few months, but still he would have been leaving his partner in the lurch.”

 

“Don't sweat it. I'm sure Dee had his reasons.”

 

“Suppose so. Here we go.” By this time they had reached the cafeteria.

 

Diana glanced around. “I don't see Dee here. Thought you said he was at lunch.”

 

John poured a coffee and held it out to her, before pouring one for himself. “Dee rarely eats here. Most times he lunches out somewhere.”

 

Diana raised an eyebrow. “What did they do? Give him a pay rise? That bum was broke half the time!”

 

“Nope, he just likes taking the ladies out!”

 

Diana choked a little at the last statement. “What…what do you mean?”

 

“Ever since he got here he's had every eligible, and some of the not-so-eligible, females in the precinct swarming around him like bees to the honey.” John sighed mournfully. “No one else can even get a look in!”

 

“And just what is that gold band around your finger?” Diana said icily.

 

John had the grace to blush a little at the barb but rallied. “Hey, I'm allowed to look, can't I? I never said I would ever touch!” He took a sip of coffee. “But you can barely get a smile out of any of them now. They're always on the hunt for Dee. How he can manage to be so damn charming to every one of them is beyond me. Not one of them has said a bad word about him so far!”

 

Let's put the cat amongst the pigeons, Di thought. “You do know that he's bi?” Diana watched closely to see John's reaction.

 

“No way!”

 

“Oh, yes, he swings both ways if it takes his fancy.”

 

“Damn, doesn't that just suck!”

 

“Huh?” Di was a little confused.

 

John turned a broad smile towards her. “That means that if there's a hot chick, or a hot dude, any where in this precinct Dee's sure to get a date and the rest of us are stuck with the left-overs. That just sucks big time!”

 

Di began to chuckle and then let out a laugh. John smirked at her. “Do I pass? Did you think I was going to get all prudish and shocked when you told me that?”

 

Di shrugged. “Just wanted to see what reaction I would get. So did Dee tell you?”

 

“Not in so many words, but I guess I picked up on it a little. My room-mate in college was bi, so I guess I'm sort of already inured to it.”

 

“So it really doesn't bother you?”

 

“Nah. It's not like he goes hitting on me or anything. Like I said, since coming here he's been pretty much focused on the girls from what I've seen and I don't think Dee's the type to keep things hidden.”

 

“That he isn't,” Di tossed her empty cup into the waste basket. “Well, thanks for the coffee, John. Tell Dee I dropped in and I'll catch up with him later. And you can tell him that I'll get him back for that `sea hag' comment one day!”

 

John grinned back at her. “I most certainly will. Want me to embellish the threat a little?”

 

Di smiled back at him and winked. “By all means, embellish away! I'll do my best next time to live up to everything you say!” John laughed and waved as she left.

 

She walked down the precinct steps and turned right into the street. Hmm, so Dee's settled in fine here, she mused, automatically scanning her surroundings for danger. Her eyes were pulled back to the window frontage of a café on the corner just ahead. She paused and looked carefully. Sure enough she hadn't been deceived. There was Dee, there was no mistaking him. Sitting across from him was woman; petite, judging from her sitting position, long blonde hair fashionably styled, elegant clothing.

 

As she watched, the woman reached out and laid her hand possessively over Dee's where it rested on the table, leaning forward closer. Diana turned away and continued walking in the opposite direction, feeling a little upset in the stomach.

 

She had been so surprised when she had dropped by the 27th and found that Dee had been seconded to another precinct. Ryo hadn't been in at that time either, and Berkley hadn't really been forthcoming with information, not that he ever was. She still wasn't quite certain if he had fully realized just how far his two top detectives had come in their relationship, and she wasn't about to be the one to tell him. So she had kept her own counsel but had wished that she could have spoken with Ryo to find out just what was going on.

 

Failing that, she had headed over to try and see Dee, to see if he would shed some light on the situation. She had never thought she would see the day that Dee would leave Ryo's side, not after everything the two of them had been through, so this had completely caught her by surprise.

 

Now, not only had she found out that Dee had seemed to settle quite comfortably into his new precinct, and had what appeared to be a pretty good partner here as well, but was apparently openly dating women as well. She had been inclined to disregard the last, but seeing him just now and the way that woman had leant in close to him in that possessive and suggestive manner, lead her to believe that there could be more here than she had thought. The actions of that woman indicted someone who was in the throes of lust and positively oozed sex appeal, and Dee hadn't been pulling away. Diana was only too well aware of just how much sexuality that Dee himself exuded so she imagined that things were pretty much sizzling at that table just at this moment.

 

Had Dee decided to make a break from Ryo, she wondered, frowning worriedly. She was fond of Ryo, even of Dee though she would never admit it openly. However, it was Ryo that she felt the closest to and was more worried about. She had been aware of how Ryo had struggled with his attraction for Dee and the difficulties of developing a relationship with the man. Had Dee got tired of Ryo already? Or had Ryo left Dee? That could be why Dee was now dating women, steering clear of men whilst he got over Ryo.

 

She chewed her lip as she walked. What the hell had happened between those two?!

 

********************.

 

Ryo threw himself onto his bed, not even bothering to try and pull the covers over himself. It was hot tonight, too hot for a covering, in fact it was so hot he hadn't even put his pyjamas on.

 

He lay there naked, window open and feeling the light puff of cooler air flutter the curtains and ghost over his slick skin. He shivered a little. He had deliberately not dried himself properly after his shower, leaving droplets of water over his body, allowing the evaporation of the water into the warm air to cool his heated body. He shivered again. Hmm, it felt good.

 

He closed his eyes, feeling another touch of breeze. So soft, he thought, following the flow of air over his body with his mind. Almost like someone touching me. A slightly stronger gust touched his skin making him gasp at its unexpectedness. His body automatically responded, almost arching into the touch. Oh, that felt good!

 

He wriggled a little on the bed, fingers clenching and unclenching in the covers. He raised a hand to push back his hair from his sticky forehead. Another ghost of a touch. Ah…a shiver ran down his spine and he felt a familiar burning begin deep in his stomach. The breeze dropped then, leaving only the heated air around him, settling over him. Like another body hovering so close as to almost be touching his but not quite. He could almost imagine the feel of someone's hot breath caressing his face. No, not someone's… Dee's.

 

Yes, it would be Dee. He would be there with him. His hands would gently caress his skin, ghosting over his body just as those soft touches of cooling breeze did. Another such gust touched him and his whole body began to shake. Ah…

 

He leant his head back further, his hand falling away from his face. Yes, Dee would touch him gently like that, tracing the outline of his body, trailing his fingertips down his arms and legs, down his chest.

 

Ryo's hand involuntarily followed the path his mind was taking; down his chest, moving out to his nipples. Dee would gently circle them, before running his palm across the top of the nipple, applying a little pressure. Ryo mirrored this action, feeling the nub begin to harden. Dee would take it between thumb and finger and slowly roll, squeeze and rub at it, making it harden further and further.

 

Ryo was beginning to pant now as he caressed himself. Dee would then be kissing and licking down Ryo's neck whilst he did this, and as he squeezed a little harder on Ryo's sensitized nipple Dee would fasten his lips to the pulse point and suckle.

 

Ryo groaned as he squeezed his nipple, feeling the sensation of pressure against his neck. Yes, oh, yes, he knew that Dee would do that.

 

He stretched his neck back further, as his hand roamed to the other nipple to minister the same attention. His body was beginning to grow hotter, internally he could feel himself beginning to shake.

 

Another gust of breeze entered his window and danced across his body, the feather-light touches sending jolts through his senses, making him moan softly and squirm. He could hear his own voice, loud in the stillness of his room. His voice was saying something, he tried to listen but couldn't make out the word as his long supple fingers continued to fondle his nipples and excite him further.

 

His other hand reached up and settled on his stomach. He could feel it rise and fall rhythmically as he breathed, could feel the sheen of sweat on his skin. His flesh felt so hot under his palm. He spread his hand wide, stretching his fingers out across his body and slowly began to slide it lower. He gasped as he squeezed his nipple a little harder and felt a jolt of pleasure shoot straight into his hardening shaft.

 

Ohhhh…he moaned into the darkness and bit his lip as he quivered with building desire. Lower his other hand moved. His fingers moved through his pubic hair and the skin underneath shook at the pressure. Then his fingers bumped against the hardness of the base of his shaft.

 

He paused for a moment, that hardness pressing against his fingertips, his erection completely upright with need. Dee, he murmured to himself, Dee would take him then. He would reach out and stroke him to completion, make him wild with desire. An image of his partner's face drifted into this mind. That dark hair falling down into his eyes, those deep green eyes that could look to the bottom of Ryo's soul and flash with such fire of passion, the softness of his skin rubbing against Ryo's, the way his body seemed to mould to Ryo's as they lay together.

 

He remembered the soft touch of Dee's hand as he reached out to brush back a lock of Ryo's hair from his face, the trail of fingertips down the side of his face, the caress of hot breath across his ear as Dee's voice dropped to that low, sensual tone that he would use when they were alone together and lying naked in bed. Oh, he missed that, he missed it so bad!

 

His body began to shake harder at every new image; the vision of Dee's naked body lying next to him, or hovering over him before slowly lowering so their erections touched and then rubbed together, bringing them both to a heady climax. Dee's hot flesh covering his, strong arms encircling him, supple firm fingers wrapping around his hardened member…

 

He closed his fingers around the base of his erection and moaned loudly at the contact, clamping down on the flush of desire that shot through him. Slowly, he thought, Dee would do it slowly, and Ryo slowly slid his hand upward toward the head. Dee would make this last, taking delight in every motion, savouring the moment of drawing Ryo's pleasure out as long as he could.

 

Ryo's hand reached the apex and he swept his thumb over the slit, gathering the beading precum that had built there, swirling it around the head, moaning again as a hard shiver shook him. Then wrapping his hand firmly around the circumference, drew his hand downwards in a firm stroke, sliding the lubrication caused by the precum down his full length. He arched his back as he reached the base, moaning loudly. Ahhh, Dee….

 

He turned his head to one side, his chest beginning to ache with his hard pants. His hand moved again, stroking upwards, then back down. He couldn't prevent himself from thrusting upwards into his touch.

 

Dee….Dee's hand was strong but it never hurt. He knew exactly how to touch Ryo, and where to get the best response from his partner. Ryo stroked again, and couldn't prevent the motion from speeding up. He didn't want it to end too soon, but the thoughts of Dee, how Dee would touch him, and his need to be touched like that again, kept pushing him closer and closer to the final culmination.

 

He tossed his head from side to side, sweat beaded his face, trickling from his temple. He could feel it building all over his body as he writhed on the bed. His legs opened further as he continued to pleasure himself. He could remember how it felt to have the weight of Dee's body nestled between his legs, the touch of his hands all over his body, the feel of his lips trailing over his skin leaving burning paths in his wake. Paths of fire that scorched his soul and made him moan with ecstasy, and burnt their way directly into the pit of his groin.

 

He was moaning now, over and over again, louder and louder as his hand continued to get faster, pumping him harder, his hips thrusting upwards with every stroke, seeking to push into something far warmer and tighter than his grip could ever be. Dee…he moaned, Dee….Dee….Dee….

 

His hand pumped faster, his body unable to hold still, his muscles quivering and shaking with building need. Dee…oh, Dee…

 

He felt the cry building in the back of his throat, felt his muscles clenching, the feeling drawing up from his toes threatening to arch him completely off the bed as his balls tightened. Ah…ah…..ah….AH!! DEE!!!, and with a loud cry he thrust once more and climaxed, spurting his seed upwards so it arced before falling down to spatter over his stomach and chest.

 

Argh!! He groaned as his body shook violently once more as the last of his release burst from him and he collapsed limply, panting harshly.

 

After a time he was able to take in the state he was in. The semen left sticky, trailing ribbons across his body, some of it drying in the cooling air. The sheets beneath him were damp, sweat-soaked and clammy. He could feel his hair sticking to his face, and his pubic hair was matted as well.

 

He didn't want to move though, as an image of Dee swam before his exhausted mind again. Dee looking pleased at bringing such pleasure to his partner, or Dee slumbering contentedly after Ryo had pleasured him in a similar fashion.

 

Ryo closed his eyes and continued to focus on that image as he drifted towards sleep.