Fake Fan Fiction ❯ FAKE in Love: Act XVII, Murder and Mayhem ❯ Chapter 4

Warnings and Disclaimers: I'm not Sanami Matoh. I'm not making any money off of this. This story contains adult situations and language as well as some `chicka-chicka-bow-wow' moments between men. This is set in the “FAKE in Love” time line, so if you haven't read the other posts, you might be a wee bit confused. And please review if you have time. Rat bastards.

 

 

Ryo was asleep on the couch, his breathing slow and soft as Dee padded through the living room behind him. The monkey was quietly studying at the dining room table and dinner was cleaned up and packed away. Dee ran a hand through his wet hair and then smiled as he clambered onto the couch and snuggled up close to Ryo. He felt Ryo wake up enough to fling an arm around his waist and shift to tuck Dee neatly beneath his chin. Dee leaned back into Ryo's body and smiled at the soft sigh that tickled over him.

“You spoiled little brat,” Ryo muttered. “Your hair's all wet.”

“I'm cold,” Dee said. “Warm me up.”

Ryo grumbled something and tugged the blanket off the back of the couch. He draped it over them and then tightened his arm back around Dee.

“Is that all I get?” Dee teased.

“I'll make you sweat later,” Ryo murmured sleepily.

“I'm not going to forget you said that,” Dee warned.

Ryo didn't answer. Dee sighed with contentment. He couldn't remember if there had ever been anyone in his life that he felt so complete with. Only Ryo got to see this side of him, only Ryo was allowed to wrap around him and hold him close. Only Ryo.

Dee fished around on the coffee table until he found the remote. An old movie flicked to life and Dee settled down to watch it. Ryo sighed again and tugged him closer, and Dee's smile curled happily. Peace seemed to fill the place and Dee chuckled quietly as Ryo absently nuzzled closer against him. Then the movie gave way to the evening news.

“In tonight's news, a disturbing new serial killer may be at large in New York City…”

“Goddammit,” Dee hissed angrily.

“What?” Ryo muttered. “What is it?”

“This,” Dee snapped and turned up the volume.

“Police aren't commenting tonight on the eerie similarities between a recent slue of murders and infamous crime scene photographs from some of the world's most notorious serial killers…”

“And that's why I hate reporters,” Dee growled. “It doesn't matter, they always get wind of everything.”

“Rose isn't going to be happy,” Ryo sighed.

“And in an ironic twist, this case has made its way to the desk of Detective Randall MacLean, a one time intended victim of the convicted serial killer Derrick Marsh. Marsh, currently serving consecutive life sentences, is up for parole at the end of next week…”

The television flashed a picture of Dee and Ryo pushing through the morning mob of reporters and then panned to stock footage from Marsh's apprehension. Dee felt Ryo stiffen behind him, and the arm around his waist tightened a little.

“Public sentiment about Marsh's jail time treatment helped to encourage officials to take another look at his living conditions, but with a new serial killer marking his territory in New York--”

Dee practically snapped the remote in half as he turned the TV off.

“Is that what you were so worried about?”

Both men looked up to spot Bikky leaning casually over the back of the couch, one crutch propped beneath his arm.

“Well it's not exactly something to celebrate,” Dee said darkly. “Is your homework done?”

“Yeah, yeah you perverted skank, here it is.”

Bikky handed Ryo a few sheets of paper and Ryo settled back around Dee to read them. Bikky hovered nearby, absently trying to look like he wasn't listening or trying to pick up how his `parents' were responding.

“Hey, I wasn't done with that page,” Dee said and tugged at Ryo's wrist.

“Fine, fine,” Ryo answered as he flipped the page back. “Bikky, do you have a pen?”

“Uh, yeah.”

Ryo jotted a few notes in the margins as Dee read, his lover tapping lightly at a sentence.

“This one too,” Dee said. “Write that about this one too.”

Ryo chuckled and wrote in another notation.

“Okay, now you can turn the page.”

“How much longer are you guys going to take to read that?” Bikky snapped.

“It's okay monkey brat,” Dee said chipperly. “It's not like you've got someplace to be.”

Bikky crossed his arms and leaned against the wall with an annoyed scowl. Silence ticked between them and then Ryo nodded, his chin lightly tapping the top of Dee's head.

“I like it,” Ryo said. “Very interesting, very well thought out. You obviously did your research. I marked a couple of things, but it's starting to get to the point that I don't even know why you have me read these anymore. Your writing's getting so good.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Bikky muttered and snatched the pages away.

“Hey, bring that back!” Dee yelled.

“Read faster next time,” Bikky answered as he clomped into his room. “G'night.”

“Good night Bikky.”

“Go to sleep monkey boy.”

“Bite me.”

Dee chuckled and turned until he could peer back at Ryo from the corner of his eye.

“So, the kid's in bed…”

“Mmm-hmm,” Ryo agreed with a lazy smile.

“And we're back on swing tomorrow, so we don't have to be up first thing in the morning…”

“Yes,” Ryo nodded.

“So howz about I take you up on your offer to get me all sweaty?”

Dee enjoyed the faint pink that fanned over Ryo's cheeks and the way the hand resting at his waist lightly clutched at him. Ryo smiled then and leaned forward to catch Dee in a long slow kiss.

“Sounds good to me,” Ryo said breathlessly when their lips parted.

Dee chuckled again and quickly untangled himself from Ryo's body. He tugged his lover up to his feet and pulled Ryo close. Dee smiled and leaned forward to nuzzle against Ryo's neck.

“Then lock up,” he murmured between light kisses. “And meet me in bed.”

He dropped Ryo a quick wink as he headed towards the bedroom, quickly pulling of his shirt and tossing it on the floor. He chuckled quietly as he shut the door, knowing that when Ryo followed him in a couple of minutes he'd have the shirt in hand. Dee shucked his pants off and climbed into bed, a slow fire beginning to heat in his stomach.

It had been entirely too long.

Dee watched through half lidded eyes as the door opened and Ryo appeared, Dee's shirt casually tossed into the hamper as the other detective looked at him. Ryo smiled slightly, that same shy nervous smile he had been giving Dee since they had first met. Dee grinned hungrily back and beckoned Ryo closer.

“Come here,” Dee said, his voice a velvet purr. “I want to undress you.”

Ryo blushed darker but crossed the room without bothering to remove any of his clothes. He allowed Dee to tug him down into their bed, the dark haired man immediately running his hands up and down Ryo's body. Ryo shivered slightly and closed his eyes as Dee leaned forward to lap at his neck. A warm wet tongue traced over his pulse and then glided down to tease over his collarbones. Ryo moaned softly.

“I don't know if I could ever pick a favorite part about having sex with you,” Dee murmured as he began to open Ryo's shirt. “But I definitely like this.”

Dee's fingers darted over pale skin as it appeared, the pads of their touch slightly rough and yet soft and smooth against Ryo. Ryo's eyes closed for a moment as Dee circled around one flat nipple until it hardened and then opened to lock back on Dee.

“What else do you like?” Ryo asked softly.

Dee's eyes shifted to meet his and Ryo felt the desire and passion burning in those green eyes. A slow hungry smirk pulled at Dee's lips and he leaned forward for a long kiss.

“Are you asking me to talk dirty to you, Ryo MacLean?” Dee whispered.

He felt Ryo's breath hitch slightly and Dee moved to stretch out across Ryo's body. He watched Ryo's face flush vibrantly red and Dee couldn't help but smile happily.

“Sexy little Ryo,” Dee murmured.

He tugged Ryo free from his shirt and began to lightly brush his fingers up and down Ryo's chest. Ryo's eyes closed as he relaxed into the bed, Dee warm and heavy as he straddled Ryo's thighs.

“I like this,” Dee said quietly. “Just touching you.”

He splayed his palms across Ryo's skin and smiled as he leaned forward to lightly circle his tongue around one nipple.

“And I definitely like tasting you,” Dee said and slowly nibbled across Ryo's chest. “I like tasting you everywhere.”

His hand slid down Ryo's body to knead at his cock, Ryo moaning and thrusting forward a little for more contact.

“But maybe I'm not being specific enough,” Dee said as he sat up and opened Ryo's pants.

He tugged them down over sharp hipbones and smooth thighs, then yanked them free. Dee chuckled as Ryo stared up at him, the blush still amazingly bright and eyes expectant and hungry.

“Do you want more details?” Dee asked innocently.

He moved to again straddle Ryo, their bodies fitting tightly together as he gently rocked forward. Both moaned then, Ryo's hands flying to Dee's hips to pull him forward again. Dee picked up the rhythm and began to slowly ride against Ryo, his hips rolling in a long sensuous circle as he began to pinch Ryo's nipples. Ryo cried out and his hands tightened on Dee's body.

“Do you want to hear about how I love to push my cock up into you?” Dee asked, his voice a low husk. “How I want to ride you until you can't walk? How I love taking you in my hand and making you cum?”

“Dee…”

Ryo's back arched sharply and Dee smiled. He leaned forward to slowly nuzzle against Ryo's neck, his hips slowing now despite Ryo's hungry moan. Dee drug his tongue up Ryo's jaw and grazed his teeth over his lover's ear.

“Why don't you ask, Ryo?” Dee whispered. “Ask me to fuck you.”

Ryo's hands clutched at him, both feeling a jolt of electricity running through their veins at the words. Dee circled his tongue up Ryo's ear and then slid back to stare down into Ryo's eyes.

“Give me that and I'll whisper all the dirty things I can think of into your ear,” Dee whispered.

Ryo's eyes closed a moment and then opened to burn Dee with lust.

“Fuck me,” Ryo whispered.

Dee groaned and leaned forward for an almost savage kiss. Their tongues tangled together, both frantically touching and sliding against the other as Dee fumbled for the lube. Their lips pulled apart as Dee scrambled off of Ryo and helped to pull one leg up. One finger began to lightly work at him as they fell back to kissing, Ryo's hands running all over Dee's body now.

“God,” Dee murmured as Ryo began to nip at his ear. “I love it when you say that.”

Ryo's tongue drug a flat wet strip down his neck as a second finger slid in.

“Why?” Ryo asked.

Dee pulled back a little to let his eyes run down the long expanse of Ryo's body. His partner stared up at him through murky dark eyes, every pore radiating lust and desire. Dee couldn't help the shiver of anticipation that ran down his spine and he gave Ryo a hungry smirk.

“Why indeed,” he said softly.

He pressed a third finger in as he leaned down for another kiss. Ryo's arms locked around his neck and pulled him closer. Dee delved into Ryo's mouth, pressing and searching. Why? After years of waiting, years of a blushing, embarrassed, hesitating, skittish partner, Dee Laytner loved finding the wantonness in his lover. His Sexy was gorgeous and hungry for touch, and Dee loved that Ryo would tell him that, that Ryo would ask for something with so much abandon. Yes, the words were crude and even harsh, but the message beneath them made Dee shiver.

I love you, I trust you, and I want you, completely.

“Ready?” Dee murmured as he slid between Ryo's legs.

Ryo smiled softly and nodded. Dee hooked his arms beneath his lover's knees and slid slowly inside. Ryo arched up from the bed, his fingers locking in the blankets as Dee pushed forward.

“Dee!”

Dee leaned forward and hitched one of Ryo's legs higher, driving steadily deeper. Ryo moaned his approval and his fingers uncurled from the bed to thread through Dee's hair.

“Do you want to hear how much I love this?” Dee ground out. “God you feel so good!”

Ryo blushed, a smile pulling at Dee's lips as he spotted it.

“Sexy, you're killing me,” he said happily.

Dee began to thrust then, Ryo's body easily matching every push with vigor. They moved together, and as Dee felt the fire in his stomach begin to build and stretch out through his entire body he smiled again. They were perfect together, they fit so well together. He pushed in deep, burying himself in Ryo as he came suddenly, Ryo's fingers digging down into his scalp as Dee poured fire into the brunette's body. Ryo moaned and then cried out as Dee's hand slid down between their bodies and wrapped firmly around his cock. It only took a few strokes before Ryo arched hard and sprayed heat between them. Dee collapsed against Ryo, carefully pulling free and then wrapping tightly around his lover. Ryo sighed softly and closed his eyes.

“What happened to all those dirty things you were supposed to tell me?” he murmured.

Dee chuckled and lightly kissed Ryo's ear.

“I didn't say when I'd do it,” he said. “I thought I'd save them for work.”

“You wouldn't dare.”

Dee smiled.

“Can we be sick tomorrow?”

“No.”

“Please? I promise not to get out of bed all day.”

Ryo was silent a moment.

“I'll think about it.”