Fake Fan Fiction ❯ To Die For... ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 3 )

://Disclaimer I don't own Fake. Wish I did, but I don't. -pout- All I own is a copy of Shakespeare's King Lear, but even that's not mine. Oh, and I own all of the random characters and not-so-random characters that I introduce. Stealing is bad, but who would want to steal my characters? -blissfully naïve- There is a plot, somewhere… and the prologue does tie in. You'll just have to wait and find out what it is. Guess what? The rating just rose! Huzzah. This story contains yaoi, shounen-ai, and sexual content, which basically means if you don't like seeing two sexy men getting it on, you shouldn't be here, now should you? I thought as much. Enjoy.

Chapter Two…

Ryo sighed, softly closing the door to his apartment. He ran a hand through tousled honey brown locks, thankful that the day was finally over. Being in the precinct was growing steadily towards a new level of unbearable. It forced Ryo, who normally loved his job and his partner, to anxiously await the end of the day, when he could retreat into the solitude of his own apartment. Devoid of the bickering and bitching of his coworkers, his apartment ment peace. And at that moment, peace was exactly what Ryo desired.

Slipping out of his shoes, the blonde detective padded through the living space to his bedroom, dropping a thin stack of files onto the coffee table in passing. Bikky was not yet home from his tutor's, and probably wouldn't be so until closer to dinner. That suited Ryo perfectly, for as much as he cared and loved for the half-African American boy, sometimes his hyper and brash manners grated at Ryo's nerves. It wasn't like the boy intentionally did so; it was just how he was. He couldn't be blamed for Ryo having a bad day, and Ryo had enough control not to take his moods out on Bikky. Luckily, Bikky had developed some sort of sixth sense about when a day had been unusually horrid, and tended to leave Ryo in peace. This meant anything from staying at a friends' house overnight, staying out with Carol, or simply keeping the noise level to a reasonable level.

After divesting himself of his work clothing and donning jeans and an oversized sweater, Ryo reentered the living room. A pulsing red flash drew his attention towards the answering machine, and socked feet carried the lean male to the lighted contraption. He pushed the flashing button, allowing the computerized voice to fill the apartment, listing off the date and number of messages. Three total, one from his Aunt Elena, a wrong number for someone named Julie, and the final one from Bikky's English teacher. He rewound and replayed the last message, scribbling down the information on a yellow sticky pad as the front door opened.

Ryo looked up to find both Dee and Bikky standing in the doorway, removing jackets and shoes. Hey Ryo, I got some Chinese food on the way over. Ran into the squirt too” Dee retrieved the brown bags that wafted the smells of friend cuisine.

Bikky breezed past him, making a beeline for his room while Dee took the food to the kitchen. Ryo reached out, seizing his charge by the strap of his book bag. “Hold on a minute, Bikky,” The boy turned, bright blue eyes staring up at the blonde in feigned innocence. “But Ryo, I was going to go do my homework,” From the kitchen, Ryo clearly heard a snort of laughter.

 

“Bikky,” the mention of his name, laced with warning, brought a shuddering halt to the numerous excuses the boy was trying to form. “There was a message from your English teacher, requesting a meeting with me. Any idea what it might be about?” Blonde locks went flying as Bikky shook his head in the negative. “No, Ryo! I have no idea!"

 

“Bikky!” Ryo warned again, well aware of Dee's guffaws of laughter emanating from the kitchen. “Honest, Ryo! I didn't do anything!” Ryo sighed, running a hand through his hair. “If I find out differently, you're grounded for a week. And I will find out what you're feeling so guilty about,” Ryo eyed the boy, but let him go nonetheless. Bikky hastily retreated to his bedroom. Ryo turned, finding himself fae to face with his dark-haired partner.

 

Silence filled the room as the two studied each other, Dee's laughter having dissipated with the removal of its focus. Something inside Ryo melted at the blatant expression on the handsome man's face, a look of mingled, unnamable emotions. A shock of black hair fell into verdant eyes, the lean, hard body resting against the doorframe. Dee had changed since work, now wearing something that suited his nature and attitude, not to mention fashion sense. He was wearing a white wife beater and a pair of worn, faded, ripped jeans. A picture of dark masculinity, in Ryo's midnight eyes, befitting of any woman's wildest fantasies. Not to mention Ryo's own…

 

A deep heat rushed through Ryo's body, turning him a brilliant shade of scarlet. A feral grin appeared on Dee' face as he reached out to Ryo. The blonde unconsciously met that hand with one of his own. Dee instantly pulled their bodies together, his lips crushing against Ryou's own. The blonde gasped, allowing Dee to force his tongue into the warm haven.

 

Ryo faintly acknowledged the wall materializing at his back. He moaned into the kiss, pulling Dee closer the feel of the other's hot, hard body against his own sent a thrill down his spine, causing a faint tremor to seize his body. Dee smirked, pulling back a breath, contenting himself with nibbling Ryo's perfect, luscious lower lip.

 

“Jesus! I'm blind!” Ryo jerked away in surprise, thudding his head against the wall. “Damned simian brat,” Dee growled, but pulled back nonetheless. “Shut it, you old pervert. What's for dinner, Ryo?” Ryo nudged Dee, indicating that he wanted to be released from the man's possessive embrace. Dee frowned, but moved away from the blonde, albeit with great reluctance. “Bikky, be nice. Dee bought dinner, so thank him.” The detective adjusted his shirt (which had fallen into a wrinkled disarray) as he moved to the brown paper bags containing dinner. “Bikky, get the plates and cutlery please. Dee, could you help me over here?”

 

 

Dinner passed with minimal disturbance, by normal standards, anyway. The outcome was that Dee and Bikky remained in their seats, and there was only a little bit of food on the floor from the impromptu food fight. The result of the food fight was decided when a piece of broccoli hit Ryo in the nose, and he had threatened to take away their fork “missile launchers” unless they behaved.

 

Dee sighed, watching his partner wash the dishes in elbow deep water. For himself, he was using a damp towel to dry off the clean dishes. One emerald green eye maintained a constant vigil on the blonde's face, not only for the handsome profile, but the minute grimaces and overall look of exhaustion marred that beautiful visage. The last of the plates was placed in Dee's hands, which he hastily dried off and placed in the drying rack.

 

“Baby? You feeling okay?” He inquired, catching Ryo's wrist as the man started moving towards the living room. “Yeah, I'm fine,” Ryo replied, running a hand up one cheek and through a clump of honey strands. “You sure?” Ryo nodded, but didn't protest when Dee pulled him into a gentle embrace. “Long day, huh?” He nodded again, rubbing a soft cheek against Dee's own.

 

“Jesus, can't you go five minutes without trying to jump Ryo's bones? Christ! I'm going out. See ya,” Bikky breezed into the kitchen, baseball hat on backwards. “Where the hell do you think you're going, ya brat?” Dee reached out, cutting off Ryo's protest and snagging the biracial child by the shirt color. “Out! Let go of me, ya pervert!”

 

“Bikky, where are you going?” Ryo cut in, leveling the boy with a penetrating stare. “I'm going to the arcade with Cal!” Bikky whined, turning large, puppy-dog eyes on his guardian. “I finished my homework, and I don't really want to be around when you two start boinking,” A bright flush coloured the half-Japanese man crimson at Bikky's blatant explanative. Dee shook an ebony crowned head, routing around in his back pocket. “Take Carol to a movie, and stop embarrassing Ryo like that,”

 

The boy scoffed, but took the proffered fistful of bills before scurrying out the apartment door. “And turn your hat around! You look like an idiot!” He shouted after, only to be answered by the slamming of the door. “He really needs to stop slamming doors,” Ryo sighed, padding into the living room. Dee silently followed, watching the honey-blonde's movements with a critical eye. “Baby, maybe you should call it an early night? You look like shit,”

 

Midnight black eyes focused on the dark-haired detective as the owner of those pitched eyes collapsed on the couch. “I feel like shit, but I know I won't be able to get to sleep.” He obediently moved his legs when Dee motioned for him too, the other man settling against the curve of his legs. “How about I give you that massage? Maybe if you relax enough, you'll be able to get some sleep,”

 

Ryo nodded, failing in hiding a yawn behind one hand. “I hope so. You staying the night?” Dee tilted his head, a sly smile curving sinful lips. “Do you want me to?” The blonde nodded, ever so slightly. “Might help me sleep a little better,” He whispered, fighting off the blush at what his bold words entailed. Dee smirked, leaning up the lithe body to place a quick kiss to Ryo's lips. “Go get ready for bed, I'll take care of things out here.”

 

Dee stood, holding out a hand to lever his lover to his feet. The blonde padded towards his room, uttering an indignant squeak when Dee made a fair grab for his rear end. He hastened around the tiny apartment, turning off lights and locking doors before approaching Ryo's bedroom door. Like walking up to the gates of Heaven, he thought with a smirk, closing the door quietly behind him. He turned, emerald eyes greedily taking in the sight before him.

 

Sprawled on the bed in only a pair of black cotton boxers and a brilliant scarlet flush lay his blonde angel. Honey-brown hair fanned out like a halo, wide, dark eyes shyly watching from beneath long, black lashes. A skeleton covered in sinuous muscle and whipcord, lithe and slender and hard and powerful all at once. Skin the colour of rose petals and the finest oriental porcelain. Absolutely beautiful.

 

“Dee?” He blinked, brought from his amorous appraisal by his angel's soft voice. “Yeah, Baby?” He purred, slinking across the expanse of hardwood flooring. Jade orbs watching with a predator's lustful eye, mentally sizing up and deciding which part of his prey to devour first. “You looked, kind of … well, odd,” The lecherous thoughts screeched to a halt, and verdigris eyes blinked in bewilderment. “Ryo.. Say.. What?!”

 

The blonde smiled, enjoying the look of shock on his lover's face. He grabbed one limp hand, effectively pulling the slightly taller man onto the bed with him. “You said something about a massage earlier?” The green eyes narrowed at the coy suggestion. “I'll get you. Way to spoil the mood, man.” Ryo giggled, only to yelp in surprise when Dee flipped him onto his stomach. “Dee! Could you be any cruder?”

 

“Nope,” Was the only reply Ryo got, verbally anyway. The blonde gasped as lips, tongue, and teeth assaulted the back of his neck, sending tiny shivers down his spine. A warm body spread itself atop his own, broad hands skating up and down Ryo's arms. “How's that feel, Baby?” Ryo moaned in response, enjoying the sensations for the moment. Dee was sending delightful little tingles through his body, miraculously easing the tension from his body, only to replace it with another sort of tension.

 

“Mmm, Dee…” The blonde twisted, squirming until he was once again on his back. Dee never failed in his ministrations, committing a similar attack upon Ryo's heated chest. Glazed black eyes took in the sight of his partner, divested of his clothing, laving attention on his sensitive nipples. His eyes fluttered shut again when Dee's fingers found the waistband of his boxers, slowly snaking the material over slender hips and thighs. Dee rose to hands and knees as they both worked to rid Ryo of his clothing. Lusting eyes roved over firm, masculine bodies.

 

“Did I ever mention that you're absolutely gorgeous?” Dee panted, one hand seeking out his lover's erection. Ryo only panted, arching into the sensuous caress, loving the feel of Dee's calloused hand moving over the pulsing flesh of his length. Dee forced his eyes open, watching the beauty beneath him writhing in ecstasy. The vision was like something out of his most erotic dreams. Dee bit down hard on his lower lip, releasing Ryo's length from his possessive grasp to frantically dig through the nightstand drawer.

 

“Ryo, baby. I'm sorry, but I need you so badly…” Emerald eyes squeezed shut as his fingers closed around the item he so desperately sought. Dee felt a gentle touch to one cheek, the press of soft lips against his own. “It's all right, Dee,” The blonde whispered, kissing his lover again. Dee opened his eyes, taking in the gentle smile on Ryo's swollen lips.

 

Ryo straddled Dee's thighs, pressing their sweat-slicked bodies together. His hands mapped the other's solid back, memorizing the feel of the flesh there. Dee gasped when those questing hands found a sensitive spot, the sound encouraging Ryo to continue teasing the area around Dee's shoulder blades. The dark haired male poured lubricant onto his fingers before setting out on his own cartography. He fully enjoyed the surprised gasp that issued from his partner when his fingers found their goal and teased it.

 

“Nn, Dee..” Lips and teeth closed over an earlobe, eliciting a throaty moan from Dee at the wave of endorphins that flooded his system. He slipped his fingers into the pliant body, relishing the sudden jerk of Ryo's hips. He chuckled, twisting his digits inside the tight orifice. Ryo jerked again, then pushed against Dee's hand. “Please Dee,” The husky words tickled something within the ebony-tressed male just like the blonde's breath tickled his hair and ear. “Please.. Onegai,”

 

“God, Ryo..” Dee whispered, letting his fingers slip from Ryo's body. The blonde whimpered at the loss, but obediently broke away from his lover's body. “How do you want it, baby?” Dee barely got the inquiry out, now pumping his own turgid length, coating it with the remaining lubricant. “Don't care.. Just need you,”

 

Dee fell forward, gathering Ryo's long legs in his arms. The blonde moaned, arms circling Dee's neck, fingers twining in dark strands of hair. Dee shivered, blindly seeking out the entrance to Ryo's slight body and pushing his throbbing erection within. He sighed as the tight heat surrounded him, mentally preparing to begin the sweet thrusts that would bring both men to their climax. Ryo moaned, pushing against Dee's hips and tugging gently at his hair.

 

He couldn't take it anymore. There was something about this man beneath him that drove him to an animal lust, a wild rut. There was only so much that his body could stand before it took over, and never before had Dee ever wanted to rein it in. There wasn't anyone who had made him feel like that. Ryo was a paradox to his body, conflicting his lust and his love, pitting his heart and his need against one another. And it was wonderful.

 

Dee thrust into the arching body, soothing away his crude animal lust with gentle kisses and caresses. Ryo panted and moaned beneath him, squared nails biting into the muscles of Dee's back. He grunted, straining to bring pleasure to his blonde lover, angling to hit that certain spot that would have Ryo screaming out his name.

 

“Dee!” Ryo gasped, clutching at Dee's shoulders as his back arched up, erection exploding between their glistening bodies. Dee moaned, teeth clamping down on Ryo's shoulder, assuredly leaving a mark. He arched, spilling himself into the blonde's heaving body, before the tension vanished from his body, leaving him as limp as a rag doll.

 

“Dee… You're heavy,” Dee grunted, rolling off Ryo with all the energy he could muster. “Thanks babe,” He turned onto his side, burrowing under the blankets. Silence hung in the air for a moment, a moment in which Dee easily felt dark eyes studying him. With the mind numbing effects of sex wearing off, lurking thoughts surged to the surface of Dee's mind. Thoughts of how Ryo didn't want him except for sex, something that wouldn't have bothered him when they had first met, but now… Now he just didn't want that. He didn't want to settle for just sex, he wanted everything that Ryo had to offer. If Ryo was willing to offer it.

 

Movement brought his attention back to the here and now. He opened his eyes in time to feel a warm body press against his back. He sighed, turning over to wrap his arms around Ryo. The blonde instantly molded his body to Dee's, sending a simmering heat through the dark-haired male's body. Face it Laytner. You're damned if you do, damned if you don't. He could rip your heart out and you'd beg for more. He gathered the blonde close, kissing the tousled honey-brown hair affectionately before letting sleep steal him away from his self-deprecating thoughts.