Fake Fan Fiction ❯ FAKE in Love: Act II, Family and Stake-outs ❯ Chapter 2

Warnings and Disclaimers: Not Sanami Matoh, don't own FAKE. Still a little depressed about it. Love you all, warning, there be a bit of lemon in this chapter. Meow!

 

 

Ryo quickly fell back into the pace of police work, a little surprised at how relieved he was to be back on the job. Dee had, not surprisingly, fallen behind on his paperwork, and a few cases were beginning to pile up on the corners of both their desks.

 

“Looks like we're in for a busy time,” Dee said with a chuckle.

 

“It wouldn't be so busy if you did your damn paperwork,” Ryo snapped.

 

“Aww, Ryo, don't yell at me. I saved it for you because I knew you'd want to know about all the cases I've been working on since you got sick.”

 

“Yeah, that's going to work,” Ryo said as he shook his head. “I'll do half,” he thrust the top of the stack into Dee's hands. “Get to work.”

 

Dee mumbled something but started filling out the forms, Ryo's hands soon clicking hurriedly across his keyboard as he typed up some old case notes. By mid afternoon they were almost caught up, and Dee started grumbling about desk jobs and paperwork. He glanced over at Ryo and decided he had earned a little mental break, and so long as he didn't stare too long or too hard, Ryo probably wouldn't notice.

 

The brown-haired detective was again at work on their rickety computer, somehow coaxing it into smoothly working as he typed. His dark eyes flicked from an open case next to him to the burring monitor, hands slipping quietly across the keys. The dark rimmed glasses were in place, and Dee again felt the desire to kiss Ryo with the lenses still on. Maybe if he was careful…

 

The door clicked open and both looked up as Commissioner Berkeley Rose entered, his gaze scraping across Dee before settling back on Ryo.

 

“Detective MacLean, so nice to see you back at work. Are you feeling better?”

 

“Yes sir, thank you.”

 

“Good, good. I need your expertise. Are you familiar with the Downstreet Gang?”

 

“Yes sir, but I wasn't aware that they were operating in New York City.”

 

“They weren't,” Rose said with a smile. “But now that most of the members that you helped to put in prison are back out, they've decided to relocate. Fortunately for us, you transferred right into their new base of operations,” his eyes rested more heavily on Ryo and he leaned forward. “I thought you could help me to become more intimately aware…of the case details.”

 

“Er--” Ryo leaned back, his face hot. “O-of course s-sir.”

 

Rose chuckled and sat back up, rapping his knuckles lightly on the desk. “Good. Come to my office later and we'll start figuring things out.”

 

“We'll be there,” Dee said, his voice tinged with anger.

 

“Why would you come?” Rose said flatly.

 

“Why shouldn't I?” Dee said sweetly and smiled.

 

“Hmm,” Rose glared down at him. “Perhaps because you have work to do?”

 

“Ah, but remember Commissioner, all that extra paid training you sent me on last month? It was all about gangs, and gang life, and gang members, and did I mention gangs? After three days of sitting through it I'm qualified to help on this investigation. Wouldn't you agree?”

 

Rose's eyes narrowed. The training had been a convenient way to foist Dee off on someone else for a few days while Rose played cat and mouse with Ryo. He hadn't actually thought that it would ever give Dee an excuse to insert himself in on any of his cases. Unfortunately, he couldn't argue with the logic. The department had paid for the training, and if Rose didn't use the officer they had sent to it in a manner that specifically spoke to its content…well chances were pretty good that he would be looking at a few extra budget cuts.

 

“Oh, of course,” Rose said, forcing a smile. “I had completely forgotten. By the way, Ryo, this was dropped off for you today.”

 

Rose pulled a thick white envelope from his pocket and handed it to Ryo. Ryo stared down at it for a moment, tapping the edge on the desk before he tossed it, unopened, into the trash.

 

“What…” Rose frowned.

 

“I already know what it is,” Ryo said with a sigh. “I'm going for a soda. Dee, don't stop on that paperwork.”

 

The door clicked shut and Rose glanced over at Dee questioningly.

 

“Ryo's business,” Dee said with a shrug.

 

Ryo got another envelope that night. A fourth showed up at work the next day. Two more were waiting at his house for him. He started to get annoyed.

 

“What does he want?” Ryo moaned angrily. “You'd think he'd take the hint.”

 

“Maybe you should be more up front,” Dee said as he lit a cigarette and glanced around their office. “I mean, I know it's not your strong point, but seriously, tell the guy to fuck off.”

 

Ryo grunted and ripped open the latest envelope, the same thick card falling out into his hand. He read it and shook his head, sliding it back into the envelope and tossing it in the garbage.

 

“Well?”

 

“Nothing.”

 

“Ryo…”

 

“Dee…”

 

Dee rolled his eyes. “Don't play childish games with me Ryo, you know I'll win.”

 

Ryo grunted again and turned back to the latest folder on his desk, one hand pulling his glasses from a drawer as he ignored Dee and started working. Dee stared at him and then leaned across their desks, one hand pushing the file down so he could stare directly into Ryo's eyes.

 

“What?” Ryo said nervously.

 

Dee stared silently back and Ryo couldn't help but fidget a little under that gaze.

 

“Dee, stop it.”

 

Green eyes drilled into him and Ryo blushed.

 

“Dee get to work.”

 

Dee didn't blink. Ryo pulled the case folder away and started to read, trying desperately to ignore Dee, but he couldn't shake the feeling of those eyes. The blush spread and his hands shook a little.

 

“See?” Dee whispered, his lips suddenly hot next to Ryo's ear. “I thought you would've learned this already, but ignoring something doesn't make it go away. It just makes it harder on you.”

 

Ryo's skin reddened a little more and Dee sat back down, his fingers drumming on the desk for a moment before he reached into the garbage can and pulled out the now familiar envelope. It was a nice envelope, Dee noticed it immediately, very expensive, a little fabric mixed with the paper maybe. Hell, judging how stiff this is, it's probably a little paper mixed with the fabric. The guy must really want to see Ryo if he was willing to send out an invite like this.

 

Ryo remained silent as Dee pulled out the card and read quietly over the message. It had changed little over the last few days, and was written on the same high grade paper as the envelope. A small crest was at the top of the sheet, engraved and bumpy beneath Dee's fingers as he looked down at the firm handwriting.

 

Your presence is requested at Capeside Manor by Franklin MacLean Senior at your earliest convenience.

 

“Capeside Manor?”

 

“My grandfather's house,” Ryo grumbled.

 

Please accept this invitation as soon as possible, arrangements can be made by contacting…

 

“Ryo this is upstate back in the millionaire's playground. He's offering to pay for everything. Your family must be loaded.”

 

“I guess.”

 

“Jesus Ryo. Aren't you even curious about what he wants to say?”

 

Ryo sighed. “I don't want to be.”

 

Dee frowned and Ryo shook his head.

 

“Look, I asked my father about it once, just a couple years before he died. One of his sisters, my Aunt Clarice, was sick, and he tried to go and see her, but they kicked him out. Aunt Elena was really mad about it, and I overheard some of their conversation. They kind of spotted me, and everything came out. Apparently my dad was…well a bit of a handful when he was younger, so my grandparents decided to send him to Europe to calm him down.”

 

Dee snorted and Ryo shrugged with a small smile.

 

“Yeah, I don't think it would calm me down any either. But anyway, he got hooked on art there, and started touring museums and painting stores, the whole deal. He got really into it, and started buying and selling a few items. He started to make a name for himself, and he got invited to a big convention in Tokyo.”

 

“Where he met your mom.”

 

“Right. Pretty predictable story, isn't it? My mom said it was love at first sight, though my dad says that he was pretty sure she couldn't stand him the first time they met.”

 

“Sounds familiar.”

 

Ryo blushed but managed to continue.

 

“He stayed in Japan for a long time, I'm not sure how long really, but eventually she agreed to come back to America with him. He introduced her to his family, and well…” Ryo shrugged. “Things didn't go how he wanted them to. His parents gave him an ultimatum; leave the girl or lose his inheritance. He left with only the clothes on his back.”

 

“And your mother.”

 

Ryo smiled. “And my mother. He said he never regretted it, but I know that he was sad about it. Aunt Elena was the angry one, she stormed out after him and she just never bothered to go back. I didn't meet any of them, not until my dad's funeral. A few of his aunts showed up, but they…well I didn't really want to talk to them. My grandmother died a few years ago, Aunt Elena and I went to the wake. It wasn't pleasant. That pretty much sealed it for me. I never got anything from my dad's family, except for Aunt Elena, and I don't know that I want to get anything from them now.”

 

Dee nodded. “I understand, but I don't think your grandfather will just drop it. Whatever's bugging him, he sounds stubborn enough to keep after you about it. So let's go, we'll go see him. Bikky'll love it.”

 

“You actually want to go somewhere with Bikky?”

 

“Sure,” Dee said with a grin. “Bikky's a juvenile still. If your family starts acting like bastards, he'll get a lighter sentence for killing them.”

 

“Holy shit,” Bikky breathed as he stared out the window at the huge mansion slowly growing on the horizon. “That's your grandfather's house?”

 

Ryo sighed in answer as Dee pressed up against the window next to Bikky, both gawking openly now. Maybe this was a mistake, it wasn't the first time he had thought it, but now as Capeside brooded over them, the worry was much louder.

 

“Jesus Ryo, you could fit our whole building into half of this house,” Bikky said.

 

“The place has wings,” Dee said. “I didn't know that they actually built houses like that. Where do you think we'll get to stay?”

 

“They'll probably throw you in the servants' quarters,” Bikky said with a grin.

 

“So long as they have a nursery for you,” Dee said back.

 

“Oh good, you're going to start bickering. Things will go much smoother now.”

 

Bikky and Dee both sat back at the irritated sarcasm in Ryo's voice. The car rolled to a halt and Ryo wrenched the door quickly open before the driver could dart around and do it. He already felt uncomfortable, and he hadn't even entered the house yet. Maybe they should just go, he could live with getting the envelopes everyday for the rest of his life. It wouldn't be a problem. The house door opened smoothly and an elderly man dressed in an immaculate black suit exited, his eyes surveying the three of them for a moment before he spoke.

 

“Please follow me. Your luggage will be brought to your rooms shortly.”

 

Oh let's go home, Ryo thought desperately, but then Dee and Bikky were shoving him forward and he was numbly following the aging butler into the house and up plush stairs. The man showed each of them their rooms, bowing courteously and speaking with the barest twang of an English accent.

 

“Is there anything else you require?” he said finally, but the three just stared at him and he bowed once more. “Dinner will be served promptly at six. We dress for dinner. Feel free to wander the grounds at your leisure, and do not hesitate to ask if you need anything.”

 

With that he turned and left and Dee and Bikky stared at each other. They were seated in Ryo's `room' warm sunlight filtering in through the tall balcony doors.

 

“Dress for dinner?” Bikky said. “What the hell does that mean? How do they think we eat?”

 

“He means that you need to wear a suit,” Ryo said tiredly.

 

“What? Screw that.”

 

Dee snorted. “Suck it up monkey boy. You can play nice.”

 

“Ryo, how long are we staying?”

 

“We can leave right now for all I care,” Ryo said and sighed. “I should probably find my grandfather. The sooner I talk to him, the sooner we can get out of here.”

 

“So that's what you're going to do?” Bikky said lowly.

 

Ryo shook his head. “You don't need to come with. Go ahead and look around, but don't break anything. And be changed and ready by five thirty.”

 

“Thanks Ryo,” Bikky grinned and shot out of the room.

 

“What about me?” Dee said and snaked an arm around Ryo's waist. “Do I get to come with?”

 

“Dee…”

 

Dee sighed and let go. “Don't bother. I get it. Hands off.”

 

“I'm sorry.”

 

Dee shrugged. “Look, I'm not worried about it, okay? You told Elena, and since she's the only one you think of as family, that's all that matters, alright? These people… they're strangers, so it'll just be like going out to dinner with you in a restaurant. I mean, I'd certainly like to be able to grope you up in public, but I can understand you don't want that, and I don't want to make this any harder on you than it already is.”

 

“Thanks Dee.”

 

Dee shrugged and grinned at Ryo. “You can make it up to me when we get home.”

 

Ryo blushed and Dee laughed.

 

“So cute,” he teased quietly.

 

Dee was struck by how much Ryo looked like his grandfather. It really was amazing, and had him glancing between the two as they spoke quietly in a warm library. They started out with all the standard pleasantries, as though they spoke together on a regular basis and this was just the usual update. Mr. MacLean asked Ryo about his work and commented on the articles he had recently seen about violent crime rates. Ryo politely nodded and spoke with some intelligence about the financial trading that his grandfather was involved in. Dee sat in silence.

 

“Mr. MacLean,” Ryo said finally. “Why am I here?”

 

The older man grew quiet then, and stared flatly at Ryo before opening his desk drawer and lightly tossing an envelope to Ryo. Ryo opened it, half expecting something cruel, but it was just a stack of pictures, all of his father. He smiled a little as he looked at them, Dee peering over his shoulder.

 

“I found them a few weeks ago,” Mr. MacLean said softly, his voice slow as he spoke again. “I have made very few mistakes in my life, but with Frank, I think I made the worst I could have. I miss my son Randy, I miss him more than I can really even admit.”

 

Ryo's hands paused and he looked up from the pictures, the man behind the desk wiping at his eyes for a second before he spoke again.

 

“I lost my son because I was too stubborn and too stupid to reach out to him. I don't want to make the same mistake with my grandson. I want to get to know you Randy, that's all. If you think it's too late, I understand, I've never been in your life before, and you did just fine without me, but I hope you'll at least consider it.”

 

“I see,” Ryo said softly. “Why now?”

 

“The pictures…”

 

“These were enough to make you miss your son, but his funeral wasn't?”

 

Dee glanced at Ryo with surprise, the cool sadness in the man's voice a little chilling even to him.

 

“Randy…”

 

“My father loved you very much,” Ryo said quietly. “He never said anything bad about you or about this family. He missed you, and he wanted to see you. He died without ever getting that. Without ever being able to introduce you to your grandson. Why not then? Why didn't you say anything when I really did need your support, when I really wanted a family?”

 

Ryo's voice remained soft and steady, his eyes resting heavily on his grandfather.

 

“I don't know,” MacLean answered.

 

“Something's wrong,” Ryo said. “You're not telling me everything.”

 

Suddenly MacLean laughed quietly and shook his head. “I should have known you wouldn't be fooled. You're Frank's son for god's sake. Randy, your father's death wasn't enough to scare me into just getting over my stupidity, but mine is. I'm not going to live much longer, and I wanted to make what amends I could before I died.”

 

“Ah,” Ryo said. “Pity.”

 

“No,” MacLean said forcefully. “I don't need to pity you. You're a good strong man. A sharpshooter, a decorated policeman, a foster father…”

 

“And you know all that how?”

 

“I've kept tabs,” MacLean said and shrugged. “I may not have ever met you Randy, but you're still family. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have waited this long, but I…I don't know. I couldn't ever bring myself to do it before now. I'm sorry.”

 

Ryo nodded. “I see. I don't know what to say. I don't know what you hope to get out of this, but I'll stay through the weekend, just to see how things go. My father would have wanted it. I'll reconcile with you because he never got the chance.”

 

“Fair enough,” MacLean said. “Welcome to Capeside.”

 

There was a light rap on the door and it quietly clicked open, the butler entering with Bikky in tow.

 

“Does this belong to you?” the butler said patiently.

 

“Bikky,” Ryo groaned.

 

“Hand to god, Ryo, I didn't do anything. I swear.”

 

“He was lost,” the butler said and Bikky blushed a little. “I thought you might be looking for him.”

 

“You got lost!” Dee said with a laugh.

 

“Bite me freak,” Bikky snapped.

 

“Bikky,” Ryo said sharply.

 

“Oh right, shit, sorry.”

 

MacLean laughed and shook his head. “This must be your foster son.”

 

“Yes, Bikky this is Franklin MacLean, my grandfather.”

 

“Hello,” Bikky held his hand out. “Nice to meet you.”

 

“Nice to meet you too, Bikky. How did you enjoy the house?”

 

“It's nice.”

 

MacLean laughed again. “Boring, isn't it?”

 

“Very.”

 

“Well, not many children come to visit me anymore. Make sure you explore the grounds more thoroughly tomorrow, there are still a few fun things hiding outside.”

 

Bikky knew that the man must think he was some innocent little kid, but he couldn't help but smile back. Franklin MacLean looked so much like Ryo after all, how could he be irritated with him?

 

The door clicked open again and a tall man with dark red hair entered the room, his eyes angrily locking onto Ryo immediately.

 

“Well, well, look who we have here,” he said coldly, a bitter smile on his face.

 

“Ah, Martin,” Franklin MacLean smiled at him. “What are you doing back so soon? I thought I wouldn't see you until next week.”

 

“Hmmm, I was called back on business and heard that you were having a family get together tonight.”

 

“No, no, I just invited Randy and his family up for a few days.”

 

“Oh? I'm sorry grandfather, I told everyone that they should come for dinner tonight. How rude of me to have invited them without checking with you first.”

 

“Yes,” MacLean said dryly. “Did you need something?”

 

“I need to speak with you about the latest report from Dayin Company, the numbers don't look good.”

 

“Bah,” MacLean waved a hand at him. “They're trying to convince us not to buy. Something's coming for them, I can feel it in my veins. Randy, would you like to buy in on this with me? Martin's got cold feet when it comes to risky investments.”

 

“Sorry sir, I don't think I've got the money to invest.”

 

“Yes,” Martin said, his eyes icily sliding back to Ryo. “I hear policemen don't make very much, but then I'm sure they just pay you what you're worth.”

 

“Dick,” Bikky breathed and Dee bit his tongue.

 

Ryo smiled at him and took a careful breath.

 

“Excuse us Mr. MacLean, we'll see you at dinner. Martin, nice to see you.”

 

“Was it? I'll have to try harder next time.”

 

 

“Who the fuck was that guy?” Bikky snapped as they walked own the hall.

 

“My cousin Martin,” Ryo said.

 

“And here I thought Rose was a prick,” Dee muttered.

 

“Actually that was remarkably polite for him,” Ryo said and shrugged. “Maybe we should bow out of dinner though, if the whole family's going to show up.”

 

“You're going to run from them?” Bikky said.

 

“Well no, but I can behave myself. Some people seem to be having a hard time holding in their insults.”

 

Bikky scowled. “Sorry Ryo, but I call `em how I see `em.”

 

“It'll be fine,” Dee said. “Bikky and I will be fine. Everything will be fine. Besides which, I like your grandfather.”

 

“Yeah, I think I do too.”

 

Dee kept cautiously glancing over at Ryo to see if he was doing anything right. He had never seen a table set with so many forks, and Ryo seemed to know exactly which one went to every dish. God he just wanted to give up and slap a sandwich together with the fancy bread and salty nasty meat they had given him. He wrinkled his nose as he poked at it a little and turned his attention back to the conversation.

 

Franklin MacLean was seated at the head of the table, with Martin to his left, then Ryo, Dee, and Bikky. Other than that, Dee couldn't name any of the people who had descended upon the house, all of them coldly ignoring Ryo. They talked around him, over him, and now, most annoyingly, about him.

 

“A policeman,” one of the women at the end of the table said lowly. “In New York City of all places. You know they're all crooked there.”

 

“Frank couldn't take care of himself and Elena was never much better. How could either of them have been expected to raise a well-behaved child?”

 

Dee heard Bikky's fork scrape angrily across his plate and he gently rested a reassuring hand on the boy's shoulder. So far Bikky had managed to keep everything in check, but Dee knew that it wouldn't take much more before one of them blew.

 

“So, Randy,” Martin said, his voice cold. “How exactly did you acquire, well, the boy?”

 

“Bikky?” Ryo said looking up from his plate. “Oh, I met him at work actually. I couldn't leave him to take care of himself, so I brought him home with me. One thing led to another and I ended up with my foster care licensure and a son.”

 

“Hmmm,” the corners of Martin's mouth curled slightly upward. “How interesting. You met him at work, you said? So his parents were criminals just like yours?”

 

Ryo's fork clattered out of his hands and he took a long slow breath.

 

“Careful,” Dee growled lowly.

 

Martin's cold eyes flicked to him and then rested back on Ryo.

 

“Martin, I really think you're out of line,” Franklin said softly.

 

“I doubt anyone else would agree with you. Here you sneak this black sheep into our family home without so much as a word to us and now you expect us to just ignore his past. He's come for his share of the money, hasn't he? A little beggar showing up with a half-breed brat and a punk to threaten it out of you. I don't know why we should be surprised. After all, what else could be expected from the son of a criminal and an Asian whore?”

 

Dee was out of his chair at that, his arm reaching back, right fist clenched and ready. His eyes flashed angrily and Martin squeaked with fear as the punch flew forward. Ryo stepped in the way. Dee tried to pull it back, a small gasp of surprise escaping him as his fist slammed into Ryo's jaw, bouncing the man sharply against the table.

 

“Ack, Ryo!”

 

His hands brushed lightly over Ryo's face, gently caressing his cheeks, touching his hair, thumbs passing over his lips.

 

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!”

 

“It's alright,” Ryo said softly, and brushed his own hand against Dee's face. “I'm alright.”

 

Martin stared at them and then the small well pleased smile returned.

 

“Oh I see,” he said quietly staring at Ryo. “You're a fag. A little fag.”

 

Silence filled the room and Ryo turned and faced his grandfather.

 

“It was nice to meet you. I'm leaving now,” his eyes passed over Martin and his voice didn't shake as he spoke again. “And yes, I'm gay.”

 

Bikky summed it up best.

 

“Holy shit.”

 

Ryo didn't say things like that. He didn't really deny it, not anymore, but he always just said “I love Dee” or “I'm with Dee.” He didn't make declarations about his sexuality, ever, after all it was nobody's business but his own. Dee's mouth dropped open with surprise as Ryo grabbed his arm and led him out of the room, Bikky trailing after them.

 

“Your parents were lucky they died before they found out.”

 

Ryo froze at Martin's words and he glanced back darkly over his shoulder, but didn't say a thing. Dee however, had no plans to leave with any kind of dignity.

 

“Don't make the mistake of thinking he'll always step in the way,” Dee said lowly as he flipped the man off.

 

“Stay away from our Ryo,” Bikky snapped. “Shithead!”

 

“'Our Ryo'?” Dee said as they waited outside for the car, their baggage (which had never been unpacked) magically appearing around them.

 

“You got a problem with that?” Bikky said, his hands on his hips.

 

“No, I guess I can share my Ryo with you.”

 

“Screw you, you perverted bitch.”

 

Ryo rubbed a little at his jaw and Dee winced.

 

“I really am sorry Ryo. Why'd you step in the way?”

 

Ryo shrugged. “I don't know.”

 

“Because it was the decent thing to do.”

 

They turned as Franklin stepped out of the tall door, his face tired and a little haggard as he approached.

 

“I'm sorry Randy, this isn't how I wanted this to go.”

 

“These things happen sir,” Ryo said. “It's alright.”

 

Franklin smiled and shook his head.

 

“You really are a lot like your father, that's probably for the best. Now I'm not suggesting that you should move up here, that much exposure to your cousins would probably taint even you, but I do hope you'll come visit more.”

 

“You don't…”

 

“Well, I can't say that I'm thrilled about it. Did you tell your Aunt?”

 

“Yes, of course.”

 

“And what did she say?”

 

“That as long as I was happy, she would be happy for me.”

 

“Smart woman,” Franklin sighed. “I'll make you the same agreement. I still want to get to know you Randy, and your…family. So here, take these.”

 

He handed Ryo two formal looking invitations, the MacLean seal again stamped on them, the writing carefully engraved.

 

“They're for the company ball next month. You and Dee are welcome to come. Martin and the others will have to behave themselves, there'll be too many clients there for them not to. And if you show up I'll hopefully have someone to talk to who won't just smile and nod. Did you know that was your father's job? He used to argue with me because no one else would.”

 

Ryo chuckled. “That sounds like dad.”

 

Franklin stared at him quietly for a moment. “They would have been proud.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

“I hope you'll think about it Randy, and I'm sorry that they aren't willing to give you a chance.”

 

Ryo nodded and sighed. “I might see you there, I don't know.”

 

Franklin smiled. “Have a safe trip.”

 

Bikky fell asleep about half way through the car trip, his head resting lightly against the door as they sped along the freeway. Dee glanced over at him once then threaded an arm behind Ryo's neck and pulled him close.

 

“So,” Dee said softly. “You're gay.”

 

“You hadn't noticed?”

 

Dee bit back on a laugh and lightly kissed Ryo's cheek.

 

“Does this mean I can make out with you the next time our fast food order is taking too long?”

 

“N-no,” Ryo said, blushing at the idea. “I still don't think that I want it to be that, that public.”

 

“Well,” Dee sighed, pretending to be disappointed. “As long as it's still okay in private I guess I can survive.”

 

“Oh it's very definitely okay in private.”

 

Dee leaned forward to whisper in Ryo's ear.

 

“Would this count as private enough?”

 

“Ack Dee!”

 

Dee laughed at the dark blush and leaned his head gently against Ryo's.

 

“You're so warm Ryo,” Dee said quietly. “So warm.”

 

Bikky gulped down the rest of his breakfast and stretched.

 

“Well, I'm off to Carol's,” he grinned wickedly at Dee. “Wait till I tell her you punched Ryo, she's gonna kill you!”

 

“You tell that story in context you little shit!” Dee bellowed.

 

Bikky's laughter trailed after him as the door slammed shut. Dee yawned and poured a cup of coffee, heading back into the bedroom to dig out some clothes. Ryo came out of the bathroom, one hand rubbing at his jaw a little and Dee immediately sagged. He pushed Ryo's hand away and flinched at the dark bruise that was spreading down the side of his face.

 

“I'm sorry Ryo,” he said quietly.

 

“You said that already,” Ryo laughed.

 

“But I'm really sorry.”

 

Dee sat down on the bed and shook his head. “I'm really, really sorry.”

 

“Hmm.”

 

Ryo sat down on the bed and gently pulled Dee's right hand into his. He rubbed at it slowly, his thumbs digging deep into the muscles as he massaged Dee's thick palm. Dee closed his eyes and sighed, Ryo's fingers tickling over his skin; it really was wonderfully relaxing. Now Ryo lifted his hand and lightly kissed it, his lips scraping across the smooth palm then darting lightly over each fingertip. He pressed his cheek firmly against Dee's palm, his eyes locking with Dee's for an instant before he blushed and looked quickly away. Dee started to speak, but then Ryo was sliding his middle finger into his mouth, sucking at it lightly, his tongue running over the smooth skin.

 

Dee stared dumbfounded.

 

Ryo's thumbs massaged his palm a little more as Ryo sucked a little harder, and Dee felt his breath hitch slightly. Ryo's eyes were closed, the blush amazingly dark as he pulled Dee's finger free and nuzzled his face against the hand. God, had his Ryo just done that? His shy conservative Ryo? Ryo ran his hands down Dee's arm and pressed lightly against his chest, eyes still downcast as he pulled off Dee's shirt. Dee started to reach for him, but Ryo gently pushed his hands back onto the bed and began to pull Dee's pants off. Dee gasped a little, already growing hard as Ryo slid off the bed and between his legs.

 

“Oh God,” Dee whispered as Ryo's breath puffed lightly against him. “Oh Ryo.”

 

Ryo's hands rushed up and down his thighs, massaging and rubbing against the tender skin as he blew small blasts of air against Dee's body. Dee moaned and watched as Ryo slowly licked his lips, that small beautiful tongue darting slowly over them. Dee felt his chest tighten, his whole body straining with anticipation. Ryo's mouth slid open, wider, closer, and Dee moaned again as he slid his cock into Ryo's perfect mouth.

 

Dee had one last clear thought before he just stopped trying to think; his finger hadn't seen half the things that Ryo's mouth could do.

 

Ryo's tongue teased over him, sliding and pulsing as his mouth roved up and down, lips tightening then loosening. His teeth grazed lightly over Dee's skin, teasing at it, then biting it lightly, Dee falling back against the bed as he moaned again. His fingers twisted in the blanket as he felt his hips buck, Ryo's hands rising to steady them, rubbing at them lightly as Ryo slid him deeper. The muscles in his throat worked quickly as he swallowed hard, Dee crying out now, Ryo barely able to keep his hips pinned to the bed. Now Ryo's lips slid up him again and Ryo pulled away.

 

Dee let out a long quavering sigh and slowly sat up as Ryo stood and stepped back. He looked at Dee again, the dark blush still on his face as his eyes slipped away and he began to unbutton his pajamas. Dee stared as smooth milky skin was slowly exposed, Ryo's fingers running lightly over his body as he stripped. He came back to Dee so slowly, so demurely, his face so brilliantly flushed. Dee felt a deep dizziness pass over him as Ryo straddled his lap, his hands running lightly over Dee's chest. Dee started to touch him, but Ryo pushed his hands down again and sucked at Dee's neck. Dee closed his eyes and leaned his head back, allowing Ryo to work every inch of skin, his tongue darting smoothly over it. God this felt good.

 

Ryo was so gentle, so careful with him. Even at times like this when he took control he was still so submissively dominant. Every touch, every caress, it thrilled Dee, caused him to shiver and shake a little. Now Ryo paused and sat back a little, again pulling Dee's right hand to his mouth, rubbing his lips against it lightly. He kissed it, pressed it to his face, moaned against it, Dee's mouth dropping open silently as he stared. Ryo sucked lightly at Dee's palm, then he spread lubricant over Dee's fingers, massaging it in with every touch. He finished and one arm wrapped around Dee's neck as he leaned closer, his eyes now locked with Dee's as he guided Dee's hand down. Dee slid one finger in and Ryo moaned, his eyes closing again and he leaned against Dee, his body arching as Dee touched, explored, teased every muscle within him.

 

Small sounds began to escape Ryo, wonderful whispering sounds that made Dee slide a second finger in, Ryo gasping a little with pleasure. Dee started to slide his other hand up Ryo's leg, but the brown haired man pushed it away, his eyes locking with Dee's and then looking down. Dee followed his gaze and his breath sped up as he watched Ryo stroke himself. Dee found himself becoming amazingly hard, and as he stared down at Ryo's hand he felt like he was going to explode.

 

“Oooh please,” Dee whispered and a third finger darted inside Ryo.

 

Ryo moaned, one arm again sliding around Dee's neck as he buried his face against Dee's shoulder, playfully biting at the skin there. Dee's whole body bucked at that and Ryo shuddered as Dee's fingers grazed something deep inside of him. He rocked against Dee for a moment, his body enjoying the touch, then he let go of his cock and wrapped his other arm around Dee.

 

“Now,” he whispered.

 

Dee didn't need to be told again. They shifted slightly and Dee slid smoothly into Ryo, the smaller man tensing for an instant then bucking hard with Dee. They slammed together, both grunting and yelling, bodies rubbing, caressing, Dee's hands flying all over Ryo now. He couldn't last much longer, he was in such excruciating ecstasy now. His hand rubbed hard against Ryo and the man cried out, the scream muffled against Dee's throat. The hot breath on his skin pushed him to climax and Dee bucked sharply, his body tensing with the long release.

 

Ryo's head threw back, his eyes closed as the long line of his neck stretched. He whispered, that wonderful soft whisper that he never heard, his arms loosening around Dee as he leaned back, his entire body arching with pleasure. He screamed then, a wonderful fulfilled cry, his hands digging into Dee to steady himself. Dee slid a tongue over his nipples and Ryo shuddered, slumping back against his lover as his body finally relaxed. Dee held him close, softly caressing him, his mouth lightly clamping against Ryo's neck.

 

“Now I forgive you,” Ryo breathed.

 

“Sexy, sexy, little Ryo,” Dee whispered.