Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Yesterday's Feelings ❯ Chapter 7 Lemon Tart ( Chapter 7 )

I am back!!! I am scared too! 3 very quick notes and I will be silent.

1. Thanks to everyone that has reviewed and supported this ever growing story (It really wasn't suppose to be this long I swear).

2. For the full lemony tart version please proceed to mediaminer or if you are already there enjoy!

3. Happy belated holidays. Hope Santa was super nice to everyone.

 

Chapter 7 - Lemon Tart

 

Dee could feel hot hands working their way all over his body in a delicious rhythm, and he couldn't get enough. The pure heat of the things they were doing to him was intoxicating, and he couldn't wait for more.

 

He knew what was to come, and it fired his urges even more, causing him to whimper with desire and need. Dee had never felt so alive and so loved; only one person could make him feel like this. Only Ryo could tease him so badly, driving him to distraction and making him beg for more but still wanting those maddening touches to continue.

 

Things suddenly shifted, and Ryo wasn't teasing him anymore, but pounding into him at a dizzying pace that was making the burn spread and causing his toes to curl and his body to writhe. It was erotic; it was fierce, and it was pure bliss when Dee finally let the burn consume him.

 

Dee shot up with a start, breathing heavily, painfully aroused and sticky with sweat.

 

“What the hell was that?” Dee whispered quietly into the darkness.

 

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“Okay Dee, if you just want to lie down, I'll get those stitches out for you,” Dr. Jefferson told Dee gently. Dr. Jefferson was not a petite woman like the doctor that had attended to him at the hospital. Dr. Jefferson - or rather, Adria, as she insisted he call her - was as tall as Ryo, with curly cinnamon hair. Her features were sharp, and she would almost seem unkind, except that from the moment Dee had met her, she had been all smiles.

 

Dee lay down, happy to comply just to finally get those stitches out. They had been itchy and irritated for the whole seven days that they had been in so far.

 

“Okay, you are going to feel a slight tug, then I take each suture out. Just try not to move,” Dee heard Adria say. Dee jumped slightly when cool antiseptic was lightly rubbed over the smattering of stitches. The slight tug Dee had been promised ended up being a painful pinch, and Dee couldn't help but make a sound.

 

Ryo gave Adria a worried look when Dee made another noise as the second suture came out.

 

“I'm guessing the little tug turned out to be more like a pinch,” Adria stated, giving Dee a moment.

 

“It bloody hurt,” Dee said, sourly lifting a hand up to rub the area.

 

“Don't touch.” Adria gave Dee's hand a light slap before continuing. “You're lucky your pretty head wasn't shaved and stapled closed and not just sutured.”

 

“But I thought he just had a mild concussion,” Ryo said from his chair, which was beside the examining table.

 

“Don't let the name fool you; a mild concussion is a second level concussion. He hit his head pretty damn hard.” Adria went back to removing the sutures as she continued explaining. “And the only reason it wasn't diagnosed as a more severe concussion was because Dee was slightly responsive when paramedics arrived. Count yourself lucky - you got away with sutures and no permanent damage.”

 

Dee winced one last time as the final suture was finally removed. Adria quickly wiped down the pink skin with antiseptic again before putting on adhesive strips.

 

“Well, that's got all 14 of them. The adhesive strips have to stay on for 2 or 3 days, and try not to disturb the area. And I mean it this time, because you still have sub dermal sutures holding you together, and if those tear, you are going to come crawling back as a bloody mess,” Adria said firmly, giving them both a hard look.

 

“Of course we'll be careful!” Ryo said, coloring slightly in the cheeks. The last time Dee had stitches, they had gotten a little rowdy, and Dee had torn the wound slightly, having to get a few of them redone.

 

“I also wanted to ask how the medication was treating you, Dee.” Dee blanched slightly at the questions as he sat up.

 

“Not well, I take it. Has it been mostly nausea or vomiting as well?” Adria asked grabbing Dee's chart to make a few notes.

 

“Vomiting,” Ryo offered, getting up and sitting down beside Dee.

 

Adria nodded and wrote a quick note. “When was the last time you were sick Dee?”

 

“Last night,” Dee replied wishing he could just stop taking the stuff. But he was firmly told at the hospital that he could not stop his prescription, and it had to be finished.

 

“Well, the dosages will begin to get smaller starting today, so I am hoping that will make enough of a difference, and you will start to feel better.” Adria asked Dee a few more questions associated with a head trauma follow up.

 

“Things seem to be going well, so I don't think I will need to see you again unless you come across any problems,” Adria finished walking the men to the door.

 

“Thanks Adria - if everything goes well, we'll see you in a couple of months for our yearly,” Ryo said, giving the woman a warm smile.

 

“Let's just hope it isn't sooner than that.” Both of them chuckled, and Ryo and Dee left Adria to her next patient.

 

“Do you feel like grabbing some lunch?” Ryo asked his partner as they stepped out into the warm May air.

 

“That would be nice - it seems like hours since we had breakfast.”

 

“That is because all you had was a cup of coffee for breakfast.” Dee grinned sheepishly; he hadn't really felt like having something solid this morning because of his medication, but he didn't want to worry Ryo again with a little bit of nausea.

 

“I'll let you get away with it this time.” Dee just rolled his eyes at the comment.

 

“Yes, mother,” the dark haired man replied.

 

“My, my, someone is getting cheeky,” Ryo said teasingly, unlocking the car.

 

“I was born this way, you can't blame it on me.” Dee got into his side of the car, grinning.

 

“Oh, and how do you figure that?” Ryo asked, snorting lightly.

 

“Well, I don't remember learning how to be cheeky, so it must be ingrained into my genetics; therefore I can't help it,” Dee finished rather smugly.

 

“You know, if I didn't know you at all, I would have actually believed you. Nice try though. Now where do you feel like going for lunch?”

 

Dee quirked an eyebrow at the question, not really remembering anything about the city, let alone places to eat.

 

“Let me rephrase that,” Ryo said noticing Dee's facial expression. “What kind of food are you in the mood for?”

 

“Whatever you want, just no more Chinese for a long time,” Dee replied, thinking about his last Chinese food experience.

 

“That I think we can do.” Ryo leaned over and gave Dee a peck on the temple before starting the car and headed towards an Italian place they both enjoyed.

 

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“Ryo,” Dee called from the bedroom, struggling with his tie.

 

“What is it, Love?” Ryo asked, popping his head back into the bedroom, already dressed.

 

“I can't remember how to tie this stupid thing.” Dee gestured towards the offending green strip that hung listlessly around his neck. The ebony haired man began to get frustrated with the cloth after three unsuccessful attempts.

 

Ryo positioned himself behind Dee and went slowly through the steps to tying a simple knot. Ryo pulled the tie tight and straightened it from the front before stepping back to admire his handsome husband.

 

“There, that should hold you over until you remember how to do it yourself.” Dee gave Ryo a sad smile before heading over to the bed to put his shoes on.

 

“Come on, Dee it will come back eventually. Look at how much you have remembered, and it has only been a week,” Ryo said gently, sitting down beside Dee.

 

“I know, I just miss the little things, you know. Like what's your favorite color?”

 

“And ruin the surprise?” Ryo said mischievously trying to lighten the mood.

 

“Ryo, don't tease me, I'm trying to be serious.” Dee sighed and run a hand through his messy locks, trying to rein in his frustration.

 

“I know, I just don't like to see you unhappy. Need a hug?” Dee gave Ryo a slight nod and leaded his head against Ryo's shoulder. Ryo pulled him close, offering some much needed comfort before letting go. Ryo was starting to feel that he and Dee were getting close to the emotional place that they were before the accident, and it warmed his heart even when Dee was feeling so down trodden.

 

“Now, if we don't show up with huge smiles and a larger pile of gifts the birthday girl (1) is going to kill us both.” Ryo helped Dee finish getting dressed and sent him off to the bathroom to fix his hair.

 

Ryo made his way back to the living room and found Bikky in the same position he had left him in, playing video games and sitting on the floor in his suit.

 

“What did Dee need?” Bikky asked, not even turning his head from the TV.

 

“He couldn't remember how to tie his tie.” Ryo checked the clock before sitting down, noticing that they had another 15 minutes before leaving to get Carol.

 

“Shitty deal, at least his tie won't look so sloppy with you doing it.” Ryo chuckled, because even though Dee knew how to knot his tie, it was usually crooked or had the skinny part ending up longer than the fat. Ryo ended up having to straighten it every time; it was a rather endearing quality in Ryo's eyes.

 

Dee finally came out of the bathroom, looking good enough to eat.

 

“Well, someone cleans up very nice,” Ryo purred, getting up and putting his arms around Dee's neck pulling him close. Dee looked down at this partner and smiled.

 

“Not bad yourself,” Dee replied feeling a bit bold.

 

“Ewww, you guys are so mushy sometimes, it's traumatizing!” Dee blushed slightly and tried to pull away from Ryo, fearing he had really made the kid uncomfortable, but Ryo's grip remained firm and Dee couldn't move an inch.

 

“Dee, relax he was just kidding.” Ryo turn his head slightly giving Bikky a `say something nice or you're grounded' look.

 

“Yeah, I was just messing with you man. But we better go and get Cal, you know how she hates waiting.”

 

“Whipped,” Dee whispered softly so only Ryo could hear him. Ryo laughed quietly, glad that some of Dee's personality was coming through more and more.

 

“Now that's my catty husband,” Ryo whispered back just as quietly as before, looking up at Dee and giving him a firm kiss.

 

“Guys!” Bikky yelled from the hall, already wearing his coat and holding his gift for Carol.

 

“I guess that is our cue to get moving.” Ryo let go of Dee and went to collect their gifts for Carol from the bedroom.

 

15 minutes later, the said trio was pulling up to Carol's house, with Bikky jumping out of the car to go get the birthday girl.

 

“Ryo, what did we get Carol?” Dee asked, looking down at the neatly wrapped boxes on his lap.

 

“The right one is a gift certificate for Bloomingdales; I think there is a new dress that she wants from there, but I wouldn't dream of buying it without her. Could you imagine if we bought the wrong size and it was too big? I don't think we would ever hear the end of it.”

 

“Women are scary,” Dee added looking towards Carol's house.

 

“Agreed, and in the second box I actually don't have a clue. You wouldn't tell anyone what you got her, you just gave me the box to wrap saying my corners are crisper than yours.” Dee looked at the box creasing his forehead slightly.

 

“I hope it's alright. I don't even have the slightest feeling I have seen this box before.”

 

“I'm sure she will love whatever it is. Look, here they finally come.” Bikky and Cal came out the house holding hands, with Carol smiling brightly. It never ceased to amaze Ryo how fast the time had flown since Carol had tried to pocket his wallet at the station. Carol had grown up a lot over the last four years and had turned in to a beautiful young woman, ready to face the challenges of college that were coming in the fall.

 

“Happy birthday, Sweetheart!” Ryo said warmly as Bikky and Carol climbed into the back seat of the car.

 

“Thanks, Ryo!” Carol leaned around Ryo's seat and gave him a light kiss on the cheek before turning to Dee waiting for a birthday greeting.

 

“Happy birthday, Princess.” Dee gave Carol a soft smile and quickly found himself being squeezed to death by the birthday girl.

 

“You remembered!” Carol squealed happily, while Dee gave Ryo a bewildered look, not exactly sure what was going on.

 

“Cal, sweetie. Let him breathe. `K?” Carol let go, but it didn't stop her from giving Dee a kiss on the cheek as well before smiling brightly as she got back into her seat.

 

“I don't get it, what did I say?” Dee asked tiredly. Dee was becoming sick of trying to figure out what the hell was going on when someone mentioned something he didn't remember. It was even worse when he mentioned something that he had apparently remembered but hadn't even realized he had remembered something or understood the context that it belonged in.

 

“Princess is a nickname that you use for Cal sometimes.” Ryo reached over and kneaded his partner's stiff shoulder for a moment. He knew that Dee was not in a great mood this evening, and he was going to do his best to keep Dee happy so Carol would have a good birthday. Heavens knows the poor girl had had a tough life over the last few years, and she deserved all the happy moments she could get.

 

Dee gave him an appreciative sigh before settling into his seat. For Carol's birthday, Ryo had made reservations at Aureole on the upper east side of Manhattan. Even if the plates were slightly pricey, Ryo found himself spoiling Carol more than necessary lately. With Cal going to university in the fall, Ryo knew she would be hit hard financially. Even with some of the scholarships she had won, Cal most likely still wouldn't be able to afford tuition to her first choice university, NYU.

 

Dinner was relaxing for everyone, with Carol obviously enjoying the experience of dining in a nicer restaurant than she usually did with her boyfriend. It gave Ryo a warm feeling to be able to do this for his family because he knew all of them but himself rarely went out to places like this. When his parents were still alive, they had often gone out together to places like Aureole or the Met for a charity dinner and an art show.

 

When dessert was done, it was finally time for Carol to open her gifts. Bikky had got her a ring similar to the one he had been unable to afford the year before, which caused Cal to give him a soft knowing smile and a firm kiss. Carol squealed like a little girl in a candy shop when she opened her gift certificate for Bloomingdales. It was hard for everyone not to notice the dreamy look Carol got when she began to think about dress she was going to buy.

 

Cal finally attacked the last box from Dee and gave the dark haired man an odd look when she pulled out a crisp off-white envelope with her name scrawled across the front. Cal carefully split open the edge and pulled out a matching piece of paper. The first time she read over the paper her eyes got wide and she looked ready to faint. Cal read it over one more time before turning to Dee.

 

“H-how… did you d-do this,” Cal asked shakily before beginning to cry.

 

“What the hell did you do you jerk,” Bikky snarled before grabbing his girlfriend's hand a squeezing reassuringly. Dee looked slightly panicked at the heat in Bikky's words and he wished he knew what he had gotten Carol more than anything.

 

“Bikky, calm down, I'm sure it's nothing bad. Here, Sweetie, let me see it.” Cal passed the letter to Ryo with a shaky hand, still not believing what she had read. Ryo pulled out his reading glasses and began to read the letter. Ryo's face took on the same look Cal's had just before she began to cry.

 

“My god, Dee, I wish you remembered how the hell you did this,” Ryo said with amazement.

 

“What is it?” Bikky was getting impatient and wanted to what the hell was going and why his girlfriend was still crying.

 

“Dee has gotten Carol a private sponsor for her complete post-secondary education. This scholarship is huge; she can go to NYU if she wants.” When Ryo said it out loud it finally sunk in for Carol and she jumped out of her seat and gave Dee a bone-crushing hug.

 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Carol chanted over and over, her eyes still leaking slightly.

 

“You're welcome,” Dee said hesitantly returning the young woman's hug. When Carol had finally calmed down it was time to leave with the party, parting ways at the door. Bikky was going to take Carol to a movie, leaving Dee and Ryo to a quiet and empty apartment for the rest of the evening.

 

“You did an amazing thing for Carol tonight,” Ryo said tenderly as the pair climbed the stairs to their apartment, holding hands, with Dee initiating the contact this time. Dee was coming around, and Ryo was enjoying the added touches Dee had begun giving him.

 

“From what I can tell, she really deserves it, but I still wonder how I was able to get her a scholarship that big.” Ryo unlocked the front door, and the two detectives shed their coats and kicked off their shoes before heading for the living room.

 

“I guess you can always go play detective,” Ryo said, snickering at his comment; he could just imagine Dee getting into the real detective garb and sneaking around.

 

“Has, your humor always been this mediocre?” Dee asked, fiddling with his tie to try and to loosen the tight knot.

 

“I beg your pardon, it isn't that bad.” Dee gave him a strange look and motioned for him to come closer. Ryo was a little perplexed as to what Dee was up to, but Dee decided to humor his partner and moved closer.

 

“Look!”

 

“What?” Dee pointed up and Ryo looked up before he caught onto what Dee was doing he found Dee diving down for a kiss. Dee broken a way after a few moments and chuckled.

 

“Dee!”

 

“Your guard is still nonexistent - sorry, I just had to check.” When Dee had abruptly remembered doing that to Ryo a long time ago, he was struck with the urge to try it out again and see if his partner still had a completely useless guard.

 

`Yup, still completely useless, who would have guessed? For a cop, Ryo can be a real airhead sometimes,' Dee mused.

 

“You are such a horn dog.”

 

“Am not!”

 

“Just go make us some coffee and I might let it go,” Ryo said, sitting down on the couch, spreading out so there was no room for Dee.

 

“I don't remember how,” Dee countered; he really wasn't in the mood to make coffee.

 

“Don't bullshit me, you made coffee this morning. Go!” Ryo ordered firmly cracking a smile.

 

“Grouch,” Dee stuck his tongue out and left for the kitchen. Ryo heard a few bangs, probably the cupboards being closed too hard, before Dee came out a few minutes later with two mugs of coffee.

 

Dee passed a mug over to Ryo and sat down in the space that Ryo had made by tucking his feet towards his body.

 

“What did you put in this?” Ryo asked skeptically, looking at his cup, hoping Dee hadn't put tons of sugar in it like he did to his coffee.

 

“A small teaspoon of sugar and no cream, like usual.” Dee replied, taking a huge swig of his coffee, regretting it a moment later when he felt his tongue begin to burn. “Ouch, shit.”

 

“Burn yourself again?”

 

“No shit,” Dee hissed, fanning his tongue to relieve some of the sting.

 

“Want me to kiss it better?” Ryo asked setting his mug down leaning towards Dee. When Dee gave Ryo a slight nod Ryo planted a soft open-mouthed kiss over his partner's mouth. They fell backwards into one of the many pillows lining the couch, and Dee gave a soft grunt with impact.

 

Dee began to respond eagerly and led them into a deeper kiss, slinging an arm around Ryo's waist and pulling him closer. They went on like that for a few minutes, exchanging kisses with more and more passion until Dee popped open the first button of Ryo's dress shirt. This brought Ryo back to himself, and when Dee popped open a second and a third button, Ryo knew things were quickly getting out of control. Ryo pulled away slowly from his position on top of Dee, into a kneeling position between his partner's legs.

 

“Slow down Koi (2), we don't want to rush things,” Ryo said soothingly, rubbing his hands along Dee's arms. Dee just groaned and gave Ryo a perturbed look.

 

“I thought we had finished playing cat and mouse a long time ago, Ryo,” Dee responded with a hint of frustration in his voice, sitting up slightly. After that dream, Dee wanted more of what Ryo had to offer, but there was no way he was going to tell the other man about his erotic dream from the night before.

 

“What are you talking about?” Ryo wasn't exactly sure what Dee was hinting at, but he had a few guesses and all of them had to do with the two years Dee had chased after him before he could finally admit to himself and Dee that he loved him.

 

“I don't remember most of it, but I know that I chased after you for a long time. I know that you didn't want anything to do with me for most of it, but when we finally figured things out, I though that game ended.” Dee pulled his arms out of Ryo's grasp and turned his head away.

 

“Oh, Dee,” Ryo breathed sadly. “It wasn't like that.” Ryo grabbed Dee's hand and gave it a firm squeeze. He and Dee had never really talked about Ryo's reluctance to start a relationship with another man, but Ryo had thought Dee had understood why. Maybe he hadn't understood as well as Ryo believed.

 

“Then what the hell was it, because when I remember some of that time I feel lonely and rejected.” Dee tried to pull his hand out of Ryo's grasp, but Ryo wasn't letting go. Ryo wasn't going to let one of Dee's mood swings get the best of him; it was his turn to take control, and this time he wasn't going to back down.

 

“Before I met you, I considered myself straight, and when it came to how I saw my life it was with a wife, 2.5 kids, and even the house with the white picket fence. But the first time you kissed me, everything I thought I wanted wasn't so important. For the longest time, I denied that I wanted anything you had to give and that nothing had changed. I was scared and I had to push you away to protect myself, to protect what I thought was my dream.” Ryo took a deep breath, trying to center himself before continuing. Even though he and Dee were together, it had always bothered him how he had treated his partner before they got together.

 

“Every time you kissed me, it was easier to push you away and ignore you than to deal with what I was really feeling and how it could change my life. As long as I wasn't a willing participant, things wouldn't change and I wouldn't have to admit that I really liked you, that I was falling in love with you. It didn't last long though; when Rose kissed me, I knocked his lights out.” Dee snickered lightly; it seemed the poor Rose was always getting knocked around, not that Dee felt bad for him in the least.

 

“I couldn't help but wonder why I had punched Rose for kissing me but let you do whatever you pleased, short of having sex. I think that was when I finally admitted that no matter how much I pushed you away or pretended I didn't care, it wasn't going to work anymore, and in the end we would end up together. I still had a lot of things to work out, and I was still too shy for my own good, but things eventually came together.” Dee finally turned towards Ryo giving the other man a softer look, tightening his grasp on Ryo's hand.

 

“Two steps forward and one back right?” Dee smiled and pulled Ryo down beside him, wrapping his free arm around his partner's shoulders.

 

“One kiss at a time, alright?” Ryo asked, running a hand down Dee's side.

 

“Okay.” Dee turned his head slightly stealing a light kiss. “One,” another kiss “two.” Before Dee could steal a third Ryo placed his fingers on Dee's lips halting his progress.

 

“You enjoy being a smart ass, don't you?”

 

“Indeed I do, and you know you love it!” Dee dived in again but quickly found Ryo's fingers pinching his nose.

 

“Lemme go,” Dee said in a nasally voice, trying to wiggle free of Ryo's grasp.

 

“Behave and I will. Now what else have you remembered and managed to keep a secret, hmmmm?” Ryo let go of Dee's nose, letting the other man resume breathing.

 

“You hate broccoli but will never admit it because then Bikky would have a reason not to eat any vegetables.” Ryo chuckled in reply, knowing Dee was just being silly now, trying to relieve some of the earlier tension.

 

“And if he ever finds out, I will make you eat peas until you turn green.” Dee blanched at the idea…god did he hate peas.

 

“Touché, you win. I am completely beat, you ready for bed?” Dee asked, yawning. Traffic had been unusually heavy on their way home, and it was edging close to midnight.

 

“Time for bed,” Ryo concluded, pulling himself up. Ryo could have stayed on the couch all night with Dee, but he didn't need to experience kissing the ground again like a few days ago. He knew Dee was ready for sex even if the dark haired man thought he was. Ryo was not going to rush this and lose Dee because they were both overly horny; it just wasn't worth it.

 

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The dreams came in full force again for Dee over the next few nights with more and more detail every time. It was driving him absolutely crazy and by the fourth night Dee was ready to rip his hair out.

 

Dee woke up gasping for breath, finding he was painfully hard again.

 

“Damn it.” Dee looked over at the clock sitting on the night table, only to groan when he saw it was quarter past twelve. Dee ran a shaky hand through his sleep-ruffled hair, trying to calm his breathing down. At this rate, he was going to be up all night with a raging hard on, and it was becoming more and more difficult just to ignore it and go back to sleep.

 

Dee felt Ryo shift from his side of the bed and prayed the sandy haired man hadn't woken up with all of the movement from Dee's side. The younger man's hopes were instantly deflated when Ryo sat up and gave him a concerned look.

 

“Are you alright?” Ryo asked softly, fearing Dee had begun having nightmares.

 

“I'm fine. I'm going back to sleep, you should, too,” Dee said tightly. Dee did not want Ryo to catch him at the point; it would utterly embarrassing, and nothing would probably come of it.

 

“Stop lying to me!” Ryo spit back. “I thought we had decided to talk these things out. Don't you trust me enough to let me know what is going?” Ryo finished, sounding more hurt than angry.

 

Dee made a rash decision and knew that if he didn't confess something awfully fast, Ryo was going to be extremely hurt.

 

“Do you really want to know?” Dee finally said softly, not meeting Ryo's gaze.

 

“You know I do,” Ryo sighed heavily.

 

“Give me your hand,” Dee instructed in a low tone with a slight blush already beginning to tinge his cheeks.

 

Ryo offered his hand, assuming his partner just need some comfort and was utterly shell shocked when Dee grabbed his wrist and yanked his hand on top of his straining arousal. Dee let go of Ryo's wrist as quickly as he grabbed it and flopped back down on the bed taking comfort that he had been honest with Ryo, even if the other man still decided they needed to take it slow.

 

“Is this why you have been waking up the last few night?” Ryo asked gently, retrieving his hand from Dee's groin.

 

“What do you think?” Dee replied sarcastically, his mood was rapidly declining and he just want to go back to sleep.

 

“What can I do to make this better for you?” Ryo shifted so he was leaning against the headboard and pulled Dee up with him so the younger man's back rested against his chest.

 

“You know what you can do but you won't.”

 

“It's not that I don't want to, but I am so afraid that if I push you into something you're not ready for, you are going to wake up tomorrow morning angry at me and yourself. You are the most important person in my life, I love you, and I will not lose you because we pushed too hard too fast.” Ryo began tracing soft patterns along Dee's exposed stomach where his top had ridden up.

 

“I didn't realize that was how you felt about it - I'm sorry, Ryo. At the same time, I still am not going to back down. I'm in love with you, too, and remembering being with you is driving me crazy. At first I couldn't figure out why I felt so comfortable with you hugging me and kissing me, and why every time you came near me I felt my heart pounding like crazy. But when I was sitting in the car waiting for you to come back from speaking with Bikky's principal, it finally hit me that I let you do those things because I love you and would do anything to make you happy,” Dee finished, feeling like his emotions were getting away with his rational thinking.

 

“Is this what you really want?”

 

“Yes,” Dee replied firmly, knowing that if he showed any indecision Ryo would back off immediately.

 

“I know what it feels to be in love. Now show me what it is to be loved,” Dee said huskily. Turning his head back so he could kiss his husband's lips. Tongues dueled, and the passion increased with the two men, only breaking for air when Ryo felt light headed.

 

“If you want to stop, tell me and we will.” Ryo brushed a few raven locks away from Dee's face and looking deeply into his lover's passion-glazed eyes. “There's one more thing I need to ask you. How do you want to do this?”

 

“What do you mean?” Dee gave him a bit of a blank look, and Ryo knew he was going to have to elaborate. Even though Ryo was finally becoming comfortable in his own skin, it still embarrassed him slightly when he and Dee talked about the nitty gritty parts of sex.

 

Ryo colored slightly before responding. “Do you want to take me or do you want me to take you? We have done it both ways, it is really up to you and what you feel comfortable with.”

 

“Every memory I have is of you in me and that is how I want to do it tonight. I don't remember the others, and I honestly don't think I could take control like that right now,” Dee responded, trying to be honest with Ryo and show his partner he knew what he was asking for and what his limits were.

 

“Alright, you just relax tonight and I'll take care of you.” Ryo smiled and pulled Dee closer to him, grasping his chin lightly and titling Dee's face up to envelope him in a warm and inviting kiss. Dee responded eagerly in return and helped deepen the kiss by parting his lips and swiping a nimble tongue across his partner's moist lips. Without breaking contact Ryo shifted slightly so he was in front of Dee so both men had full access to the other's body.

 

Gentle hands on both sides began light and teasing explorations, with Dee's being slightly more hesitant in their movements. The couple finally broke for air with Ryo continuing his trek downwards as he began an assault on his partner's neck.

 

Dee's breaths went from even to heavy pants with the slight moan escaping when Ryo hit a particularly sensitive spot.

 

“Christ,” Dee whimpered as Ryo began to suck on his collarbone. “Are you always such a tease?”

 

Ryo let go of Dee's neck, blowing on the damp skin causing his lover to shiver before replying. “Not going to tell, I guess you are just going to have to wait and see.” Ryo gave Dee a mischievous grin and slid his hands under his partner's tank, running his nails along the darker haired man's abdomen.

 

“I don't have to wait, I already know.” Dee mirrored Ryo's actions and began to remove his lover's top, grazing his fingers not only along Ryo's chest but taking the caress one step further by giving a dusky nipple a quick pinch.

 

“Now who's the tease,” Ryo gasped, softly pulling his partner's hands off his chest and doing away with both of their shirts, finally achieving the pure skin-to-skin contact Ryo had been craving.

 

Dee wrapped his arms around Ryo's broad shoulders and pulled his husband down for another fiery kissed that he begun to love to receive. Ryo's hands once again strayed downwards but this time caresses went past Dee's navel, ending with Ryo hooking a thumb on each side of Dee's bottoms, pulling them down in one fluid movement. Dee shivered slightly as a cool air assaulted his skin, but he started to feel his cheeks burn again as Ryo bit down on his ear lobe.

 

“Oh god,” Dee groaned softly, grabbing Ryo's ass and grinding their straining arousals together. “Get your pants off now!” Dee hissed as Ryo gave Dee's length a firm squeeze.

 

“Whatever you want ,lover,” Ryo quickly stripped himself fully and continued to methodically work over his husband's body, causing Dee to make the most tantalizing and delicious noises, only fueling his passion further. Ryo leaned down for another deep kiss, allowing the pair's erections to brush lightly, increasing the burn in both of their stomachs.

 

“Finish it, Ryo,” Dee panted, knowing if his sandy haired lover made him wait any longer he was going to go crazy with need. “I need you to make love to me in the worst kind of way.”

 

Ryo gave Dee a soft smile of understanding before adjusting his angle slightly so he could pull the lube out of the top drawer of the nightstand.

 

“Where do you want me?” Dee asked hesitantly feeling slightly uncomfortable with his lack of experience. Dee knew what he wanted, and could feel the desire engulfing him, but his memories were sketchy at best, and to Dee this was like his first time with Ryo all over again.

 

“Where are you is fine,” Ryo replied huskily popping the top of the chilly gel and squeezing out a generous amount onto his fingers. Ryo warmed the gel between his fingers while cupping Dee's face with his free hand, dotting the younger man's face with light kisses.

 

“Pull your legs towards you and spread them a little more, babe,” Ryo requested in a loving tone when he felt the gel was warm enough. Dee complied, slowing exposing himself to Ryo's hungry eyes.

 

“I love you, and if at any time you want me to stop, just say so, okay?” Ryo asked running a firm finger along Dee's stiff member and up to his crevice.

“Love you too,” Dee mirrored, sighing gratefully at the touch. Ryo teased Dee's entrance for a few moments before sliding a slick finger into Dee's tight heat. Dee clenched slightly at the evading finger, not used to the sensation. It wasn't painful, but a little odd and filling.

 

“Come on and get relaxed for me, babe.” Ryo rubbed Dee's side soothingly, waiting for his partner's muscles to give. “That's it,” Ryo encouraged when he felt the walls around his finger loosen. Ryo laid a few butterfly kisses along his partner's face and neck, slowing beginning to pump his finger.

 

“Good, that is good,” Dee moaned fiercely as Ryo added a second finger and started a scissoring motion, lightly grazing Dee's walls.

 

Dee couldn't believe how good he felt, and was beginning to become impatient with Ryo's slow ministrations. With every additional motion Ryo made a sense of familiarity would tingle along Dee's spine and heighten his desire to be totally possessed, totally loved.

 

Dee was just about to ask for a fast pace when Ryo gradually inserted a third finger and curled all three digits up to hit Dee's prostate.

 

“Christ.” Dee pushed into Ryo's touch hoping to feel that amazing sensation again. The burn in his stomach was getting hotter and more urgent, with Ryo feeling much the same way, trying to curb his desire to keeps things gentle.

 

Ryo leaned down for another sultry kiss and was momentarily taken by surprise when Dee wrapped his arms around Ryo's neck and forcefully pulled him down, taking control of the kiss.

 

“I need you now,” Dee hissed urgently as Ryo pulled away from their kiss to catch his breath. Ryo didn't bother to ask the other man if this was what he really wanted; instead, he quickly lathered some of the chilly gel over his aching arousal and gently lifted Dee's legs over his shoulders.

 

“Ready?” Ryo asked tenderly watching Dee's dazed emerald eyes crack open.

 

“Yeah.” Dee nodded, relaxing into Ryo's light touches along his thigh.

 

“Love you,” Ryo sighed as he positioned himself and began to slide into Dee's divine heat.

 

“Love you too.” Dee winced slightly at Ryo's girth; it burned a little, but it wasn't painful, just an odd, filling sensation that he wasn't used to.

 

Ryo halted, about half seated, beginning to think this wasn't the best idea and that Dee should have taken him. The week before the accident Dee had topped Ryo with Ryo not taking his younger partner for over two weeks at this point.

`Too late now,' Ryo thought ruefully, continuing to press onwards but messaging Dee's thigh more firmly to help his lover to relax.

 

When Ryo was finally fully seated, he stopped all of his movements except for the massage, which seemed to help Dee to relax enough to calm his breathing into even breaths. When Ryo felt Dee roll his hips, he thrust slowly, giving the younger man a taste of the pleasure to come.

 

Dee moaned at the sensation and pushed back on the second thrust. Ryo began a steady rhythm, making sure to graze Dee's prostate with each push, causing Dee's legs to tense with pleasure.

 

This is what Dee had been hoping and waiting for, and finally it was happening; he finally felt as if the feelings he had experienced about Ryo over the last week had solidified into something solid, something he could feel and touch. Dee felt loved, wanted, and at last he felt complete. It didn't matter if he never remembered another thing; he was home.

 

“Ryo,” Dee gasped as his train of scattered thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt when Ryo nailed his sweet spot solidly, causing Dee to squeeze his partner's arm in pleasure.

 

The mood shifted with Dee's cry from one of tenderness to move of pure desire to finally stoke the persistent heat in both of them to a raging inferno and finally a fine release in one another. Ryo's thrusts began to become less measure and more erratic as he began to be lost in moment.

 

Ryo snaked a hand down to meet Dee's arousal and began to pump in time with his rapid thrusts, matching Dee in volume when he began to make small sounds in the back of his throat. Ryo could tell they weren't going to last much longer, with the heat in his stomach beginning to spread, and with Dee increasing the pressure around his length.

 

With one final thrust on his sweet spot, Dee finally gave into the intense feeling coursing through his body and let his orgasm over take his senses. He could feel himself pulse around Ryo's length, and with two more hard thrusts Ryo was coming inside of him.

 

When both men's powerful spasms finally abated, Ryo pulled out of Dee, and they shared a few slow, lazy kisses. After a few more gentle caresses on both sides, Ryo dragged his fingers through Dee's sweat soaked hair and pulled them into the mattress. Dee sighed in contentment as his whole body began to tingle, feeling even better when Ryo pulled the comforter over their cooling bodies, wrapping his arms around his ebony haired lover.

 

“God that was… I can't even describe that, wow,” Dee murmured into the darkness, beginning to feel himself falling in a sated sleep.

 

“Hot, I know,” Ryo replied softly, relaxing into the mattress, giving way to his exhaustion.

 

“Good night, Dee.”

 

“Night, Ryo.”

 

The pair finally slid into a deep and content sleep, with neither of the men being interrupted by dreams.

 

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“Do you feel like breakfast, or should I say lunch?” Ryo asked, glancing at the night table clock. He and Dee had spent a lazy morning in bed, waking up late, lounging with each other when they were finally pulled from sleep.

 

“What are you offering?”

 

“Eggs, toast and bacon if you are helping, otherwise cold cereal.” Ryo rolled over pulling the blankets with him.

 

“Make it pancakes and you have yourself a helper.” Dee replied before retaliating, wrapping his freezing feet around Ryo's exposed ankles.

 

“Get off of me! You are cold.” Ryo shivered before trying to pull his ankles away but Dee just locked his feet.

 

“And you are warm.”

 

“Fine, you can have pancakes, but let's go have a shower first before we both freeze. Now let me go.” Ryo ordered firmly prying his feet away and sitting up to stretch. Ryo slipped on his robe from the door and threw its partner over to the man still lounging in the old, oversized bed. Dee copied Ryo's actions and the couple set off to the bathroom for a hot shower and a bit of afternoon fun.

 

An hour later, Ryo was flipping pancakes while Dee was setting the table and defrosting some berries he found in the freezer. After finishing setting two places, Dee took up a comfortable position behind Ryo, wrapping his arms around the smaller man's waist and resting his head on a shoulder.

 

“I could stay like this forever,” Dee sighed into Ryo's shoulder, relishing the warm skin-to-skin contact.

 

“Me too.” Ryo flipped the last pancake, leaning back into Dee's arms while the gooey underside cooked. Being together like this and unguarded was what Ryo had been waiting for. As supportive as he had been since the accident, Ryo was glad to finally have the chance to have his husband hold him just like he had done many nights before when he had been making dinner. Ryo finally came back to himself and put the slightly darker pancake on the serving plate.

 

“Let's eat.”

 

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“Stupid dust balls,” Dee complained to himself as he began to pull out various boxes and folders from under the bed. Ryo had insisted they get some cleaning done, as they had been ignoring it for the last few weeks. Dee did have to admit it was a bit dusty under the bed - okay, really dusty, Dee realized when he sneezed again.

 

Apparently, the bedroom had been on Dee's chore list for sometime, and he had obviously ignored the underside of the bed and the closet for an even longer amount of time. It was a big bed, and there was a lot of stuff; it took Dee a lot longer than he expected to actually pull everything out. By the time that the dark haired man was done, he was ready to take a break and got distracted by a box of novels he had pulled out. Cleaning had turned into reading, and Dee became totally distracted, not even hearing the phone ring or Ryo answering it in the other room.

 

“Cleaning, huh?” Dee nearly jumped out of his skin when Ryo was suddenly right in front on him.

 

“Ummm, got distracted…” Dee said sheepishly scratching the back on his head and shrugging his shoulders characteristically.

 

Ryo gave him a slightly perturbed look before his face tightened considerably.

 

“What's the matter?” Dee threw his book back into the box it came from and gave Ryo his full attention.

 

“The station called; they need an extra sharp shooter, and they need me to go in for a few hours - is that okay?”

 

Dee gave Ryo a soft smile. “Why wouldn't it? I think I can survive for a few hours alone.”

 

“Are you sure?”

 

“You worry way too much sometimes! Anyways, Bikky will be home in like 2 hours. Unless I fall onto a kitchen knife or something stupid like that, I will be okay. Now go save the world or whatever police officers actually do besides eating donuts and drinking coffee.” Dee poked his partner in the stomach and smiled again, trying to reassure Ryo he could be left alone.

 

“You think all we do it eat donuts and drink coffee?” Ryo asked dubiously.

 

“Yes, now don't ruin my blissful ignorance. I'll see you in a few hours! Oh, and bring me a donut.” Dee gave Ryo a soft kiss and got back to the dust balls when Ryo had left. But of course, not before eyeing his partner up just a tiny bit as he changed into his work clothing.

 

It took another hour before he began working on the closet. The upper shelf was the part that needed the most attention, with bins and boxes askew and a few lids not snapped on properly. As Dee pulled out a rather large box, it seemed to unsettle a few of the smaller ones as a few moments later they came tumbling off the shelf with their contents spreading out onto the rug.

 

“Lovely,” Dee grumbled as he began to pick up papers, a scarf, an old package of cigarettes (this must have been his secret stash), and a few odds and ends, with Dee finally scooping up the last item, giving it a closer look than everything else he had picked up. It was a compact leather book, no bigger than a holiday card with no markings on the cover or the spine. Dee tossed it onto the bed; his interest caught, and finished packing up the fallen boxes and quickly arranging the last of the things on the shelf.

 

“Now what do we have here?” Dee cracked open the cover to be met with a rather interesting rendition of a skull and cross bones complete with a snake sticking its head out of an eye socket and the skull giving the finger with the words KEEP THE HELL OUT! PROPERTY OF DEE LAYTER written in black sharpie.

 

“Jeez, wasn't I a little angel.” Dee decided even though he didn't remember owning the book, it was still his, and he had every right to paw through the pages. Anyways with a warning like that it just screamed, “Read me, even though I might get the shit beaten out of me!”

 

The first few pages weren't filled with anything terribly exciting, just more lewd doodles and the odd food stain here or there. The next 5 or so pages were devoted to a few jokes most of again crude nature and some actually decent quotes cited from books, magazines, and even one from the bible. These were followed by a very strange written portion with nonsense phrases like “I love cheese” and “Goats say baaahh” over and over again. Dee could not figure out what the point of this book really was until he finally came to the first real page of writing that was dated and had a small red check in the far right corner.

 

Well, Penguin has finally caught me and put a stop to the abuse of this journal. I got an hour long lecture about how this was suppose to be my emotional outlet so I would stop doing naughty things blah blah blah. I swear, if she talked any longer, her face would turn purple from the effort, and she would finally kneel over and meet the lord.

 

Dee snickered and continued; this was actually interesting.

 

She told me that writing dirty jokes and gibberish did not constitute for a constructive journal entry, and I should focus my talents on something far more productive. I personally find having quick fingers an invaluable talent and not “punkish”. And as I'm being monitored for “correct usage,” I am gonna write something other than the usual “Tommy smells”. Actually, I beat the crap out of Tommy today for stealing my last smoke; that will teach the friggen bastard for trying to lift off of the king. Haven't seen Barry or Aaron for most of the week.

 

“Why is that name so familiar?” Dee asked himself quietly before continuing.

 

Probably due to the grounding but watching the minister get covered in corn syrup and feathers was worth a few weeks of doing the shopping and jail time. SUCKER! This is a page and I refuse to waste anymore time here. Later.

 

“Weird.” Dee read a few more pages, finding them filled with amusing stories of the day's thefts and conquests. Dee was halfway through an entry about an attempt to hide a stray cat in the attic when he heard Bikky get home from school and calling down the hall, seeing if anyone was home.

 

Dee marked his page with a scrap from the night table and headed down the hall to locate his son with his book nestled safely under his arm.

 

Dee found Bikky in the living room, with the Playstation already turned on and a Popsicle dangling from his lips.

 

“Where's Ryo?”

 

“He got called into work for a few hours. How was school?” Dee sat down onto the couch and moved his journal to his lap, watching Bikky blow a few cars up.

 

“The usual. Wanna play Grand Theft Auto with me?”

 

“Rain check? I am actually in the mood for some reading. I found some old books when I was cleaning the bedroom,” Dee lied slightly. He wasn't ready to share his little find with anyone right now until he had read the whole journal, and he might share it with Ryo later if anything really interesting turned up.

 

15 minutes of reading and entry after entry, it was just the same kind of things, Dee was about ready to leave it for later and play some video games when he came across a strange page. The writing was a lot neater than any other of the previous pages and there was no check mark in the corner. The entry even stared in a strange way…

 

I will find those bastards that did this to Aaron and kill them! Mark my words I will not let anyone get anyway with this. He was my best friend…

 

Dee paused for a moment thinking this entry was more chaotic and random than the rest but it also seemed like a great deal of care was taken even with the small watermarks here and there.

 

… I will find the fucking bastards that got to Aaron. I know it has something to do that with candy bar. I won't let Aaron's murder go without revenge.

 

Dee's eyes went wide with realization, and it all clicked for the ebony haired man. Images of officers pushing him away and seeing Aaron's bloody body with his eyes still open in a sickening expression made Dee stomach churn in protest. He head throbbed, and he knew he had to get out of the room and have something to drink before he lost it right in front of the kid. Dee quickly got up and ignored Bikky's questions about whether he felt all right and headed for the kitchen.

 

Dee tossed the journal onto the counter, snagging a glass, not caring if it was clean. He pressed the glass against the front of the dispenser and watched the water trickle into the glass, taking a few deep breathes. Dee drank the whole glass with his hands shaking the whole time before filling it up again and grabbing the journal off the counter. There was more to this than he remembered, and he couldn't just ignore it. It was teetering on the edge of his mind, almost within his reach.

 

Dee flipped passed the rest of the entry and a few more before he came to another odd entry. The noticeable difference this time was that this time the writing was hurried with strange stains adorning the sides of the pages. Dee blanched as he read the first line; this entry was to the point. The hurried scribbles bluntly explained that Jess had died in his arms that night.

 

More images caught the man off guard again; these were worse than the previous ones because more than just seeing Jess die, he felt the agony that ripped through as the man he had known as his only father died with his blood pooling around his feet. Dee swayed on his feet and dropped his glass with a splitting crash as it hit the floor, breaking into a thousand shards with the journal hitting the counter. His head began to pound again with a feeling of blinding needles being pushed into his temples.

 

Bikky slid into the kitchen, barely missing the glass, after he had heard the crash from the living room. Dee looked like shit and was clutching his head with his thumb and forefinger tightly.

 

“Dee, are you okay?” the teen asked warily noticing the broken glass for the first time.

 

“Fine,” was the stiff reply Bikky received, knowing the other man was not fine.

 

Dee knew if he didn't go lie down soon, he was going to pass out right in front of Bikky. It was too much for him to handle, and he could feel the lightness in his head begin and the tell tale signs of black spots invaded his vision.

 

“Could you please sweep up the glass for me? I need to lie down.” Once Dee received a hesitant nod, he headed off to the bedroom unsteadily, feeling like every step could be the one to take him down.

 

Dee shut the door firmly gave way to the pain and exhaustion as he hit the edge of the bed and tumbled onto the mattress. Back in the kitchen, Bikky's only thought was `Call Ryo now.'

 

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“That wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be,” JJ said as he rummaged through his locker, looking for his dress shirt. He and Ryo had just come out of the showers after the four-hour hostage situation, leaving them both feeling tired and gritty.

 

“Just be glad the guy turned out to be a complete chicken or we would have been there another four hours.” Ryo began fiddling with his own lock, giving a sigh of relief when it clicked open on the first try. Ryo had always had problems with his locker at the new precinct and longed for the old rusty one from the early days with the 27th.

 

“Do you need a ride home?” Ryo asked when he remembered that JJ and Drake had begun to drive in together as he and Dee had for the last few years.

 

“Yeah, sure, if it's not out of your way. I told Drake just to go home when his shift was over because I had no clue how long we were going to be on stand-by.” JJ was halfway through knotting his tie when he heard the distinct chirp of a cell phone. He quickly checked it, finding that the battery was thoroughly dead.

 

“Hey Ryo, is that your phone?” Ryo pulled it out of his locker, noticing there were nine missed calls flashing across the display.

 

“Mystery solved,” Ryo said, flipping open his phone and going through the missed calls finding all nine of them were from home. Ryo gave the phone a sour face, catching JJ's attention.

 

“Problems?”

 

“Not yet, but every call is from home, meaning either those two have broken or burnt something. But in their defense at least they decided to call me this time. Last time they broke a lamp rough housing and instead of telling me they tried to glue it back together. It shattered the first time I switched the damn thing on. I guess I better call them back and see if they deserve leftovers or a pizza.”

 

Ryo dialed home and got Bikky sounding rather anxious, just as he had expected. JJ caught Ryo's end of the conversation and it sounded liked someone wasn't feeling well, probably Dee.

 

“Hey bud what is going on… Not feeling well what do you mean… A journal? No I haven't seen one before… Damn it… Yeah I am leaving right now see you in about 30… Bye.” Ryo snapped his phone shut with a sharp action, speeding up his motions so he could get out of the station and home.

 

“Is Dee not feeling well?” JJ matched his pace to Ryo's feeling an uneasiness settle in the locker room.

 

“I am not really sure what is going on, from what Bikky told me. Ready to go?” Ryo asked diverting the topic. JJ could tell that if Ryo had wanted him to know exactly what was going on he would have told him. Ryo always reverted back into his shell when something was bothering him, and usually JJ didn't worry because Ryo had Dee to talk to. But with Ryo missing his companion, he really wondered if Ryo was doing okay.

 

“If you ever need to talk…” JJ left as an open offer.

 

“Thank you, but right now I think things are best left between Dee and myself.”

 

“I understand. Now let's go home, I have had enough of this place for today.”

 

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Thirty minutes later, Ryo was back at his apartment and finally at the front door. Bikky greeted him, passing him the journal he had found on the counter and quietly told Ryo that Dee was in their bedroom and had been for the last few hours.

 

Ryo made his way to the bedroom and found Dee tossing and turning, making small noise of distress between heavy breaths. If Dee had been sleeping peacefully, Ryo would have left him alone, but he could not just stand there watch his husband so clearly distraught.

 

Ryo made his way to the bed, perching on the edge and setting a hand down on his partner's shoulder. Dee didn't even need Ryo to wake him up, snapping up from his slumber as Ryo set a gentle hand on his shoulder, sitting up in a blind panic.

 

Ryo quickly noticed Dee couldn't catch his breath, and knew if Dee didn't stop hyperventilating he was going to pass out.

 

“Dee, look at me, love, it is all right, I'm here.” Ryo turned Dee's face so they were facing each other and began running a soothing hand over his partner's cheek. “Slow deep breaths. Dee? You need to relax, or you are going to pass out. That's it, slow, deep breaths.” Ryo took Dee into his arms when his breathing had slowed enough that he wasn't in danger of passing out. Ryo began to rub Dee's neck in small soothing circles.

 

“Can you tell me what is going on?” Ryo asked softly, noticing the tension return to Dee's shoulders that he had worked so hard to sooth out over the last few minutes.

 

“Jess and Aaron…”

 

“You remember?”

 

“That they are dead, yes,” Dee replied bitterly.

 

“Dee, I…”

 

“Don't bother,” Dee cut Ryo off. “Nothing you say is going to make it any better than the first time. Just stay with me, that is all I need right now.” Dee tightened his arms around Ryo, trying to convey what he wanted in more than just words.

 

“Whatever you want, love. Why don't you get changed into something more comfortable while I give Bikky some money for dinner.” Ryo was back in less than 5 minutes, changing into a pair of old sweats and joining Dee under the covers.

 

After a few minutes of warm touches and caresses Dee finally spoke up. “I love you, Ryo. I don't know what I would do with out you.” The darker haired man laid his forehead against his partner's, sighing gently at the contact.

 

Ryo smiled softly, knowing how difficult for Dee this must be. On one of their many tea sessions, Mother Lane had spoken to Ryo about how hard for it had been for Dee to move past Jess and Aaron's death. He had lost 2 very important people from his life within a few weeks, and Ryo compared it with the death of his parents. It was just another hurdle along the way and they would get over it. All he could do now was to hold onto Dee tighter, hoping that with time this would just be a distant memory, never forgotten but not all consuming.

 

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1. I know Carol's birthday really isn't in May but it made for a cute few pages so clobber me if you feel it was the severe of a misdemeanor.

2. Koi = Koibito = lover

 

Okay and that is a wrap for chapter seven finally appearing on a computer screen near you! Once again I appreciate the support and reviews. They brighten my day and give me that little push I need to keep going even when I am really busy.

 

A reminder that the full lemony version can be viewed at mediaminer. org under the same pen name and title or if that doesn't float your boat or you can't find I will email it!

 

Happy new semester!