Fake Fan Fiction ❯ FAKE In Love: Act XXI, Above And Below ❯ Chapter 1

Warnings and Disclaimers: I don't own FAKE. I make no money off of this. This is yaoi with adult situations included. Huzzah!

 

Dee walked his fingers lightly across the curve of Ryo's waist and smirked as Ryo shifted a little beneath the blankets. He was spooned up behind Ryo, dark head propped up in one hand as he stared down at his lover. Ryo looked the same when he was asleep as he did when he was awake; so trusting and calm--and so damned sexy.

Dee watched as one of Ryo's hands lightly closed and then opened. Next, Dee knew Ryo's face would scrunch up a little, his eyes and lips tightening as he lingered in sleep. Dee chuckled as he watched, Ryo burrowing down into the bed as his face shifted. In a minute, if Dee didn't do anything about it, Ryo would wake up completely and slide out of bed, most likely to indulge in some running or some other wasted physical activity. Dee would have to make sure that his lover woke up for something worthwhile. He chuckled again and his hand slid slowly around Ryo's waist.

“Morning, Sexy,” Dee murmured and lightly palmed Ryo's cock through the blankets.

He felt a long shudder run through the other man and Ryo's eyes blearily blinked open even as his hips rolled forward. Dee squeezed slowly, drawing a throaty moan and another languid rock from his partner. Warm lips ran up over Ryo's neck, pausing a moment at the base of his jaw to let Dee lightly lick.

“Good morning,” Dee whispered again.

They kissed slowly, Dee leisurely thrusting forward as he felt Ryo really wake up. His lover's tongue coaxed his in deeper, toying over it as Ryo began to suck. Dee moaned into Ryo's mouth and rubbed a little harder. Their lips popped apart and Ryo let his head roll back.

“What a way to wake up, huh?” Dee asked and turned back to Ryo's neck.

One of Ryo's hands was tangled in his hair now, squeezing in the same rhythm as the hand on his cock. Dee ran the flat of his tongue down Ryo's neck and nibbled down one pale shoulder.

“It's convenient having you already naked,” Dee murmured.

“It doesn't take the fun out of it?” Ryo asked teasingly.

“No,” Dee answered before he bit down.

Ryo moaned and pushed back, rubbing against the cock slowly thickening against his buttocks. Last night…Ryo couldn't help flushing as he thought about it. God, he didn't think he'd ever get enough of Dee, enough of them together. His eyes closed as Dee pushed down the blanket and slid one hand down to his thigh. He didn't ever want to feel like he'd had enough of this.

Dee lifted his leg, pulling it back to hook over Dee's thighs and Ryo impatiently pushed backwards. Dee chuckled against his skin and wormed his other hand under Ryo's body, pulling him back flush to Dee's chest.

“Ready?” Dee murmured as he pinched one nipple.

Ryo bit his lip and then let out a long shuddering breath.

“Yes,” he answered.

One finger lightly prodded at him and Ryo moaned with frustration and arousal.

“I'm ready,” he panted as Dee thumbed across his other nipple.

“Don't care,” Dee answered and nuzzled down into his hair. “I like this part.”

Ryo moaned as Dee rubbed his finger in and out, pushing in deep and swiping across something that made Ryo clutch at the blankets and shudder with pleasure.

“Dee,” Ryo moaned.

A second finger scissored inside and Ryo practically growled with frustration. He thrust back and Dee bit his ear in answer. Ryo could feel Dee rubbing against him, could feel the tension winding up in Dee's body, and he couldn't help but wonder what kind of sadist Dee was to make them both suffer like this. Ryo buried his face against the pillow as a third finger stretched him open. He was ready, still ready from last night, and he bit down into cotton as Dee pushed his fingers in as deeply as they could go.

“Sexy little Ryo,” Dee panted over him.

Ryo found himself rolling onto his stomach, rubbing against the bed as Dee leisurely stroked in and out. He moaned and arched as Dee pinched his nipple again.

“So damned sexy,” Dee breathed.

“Dee,” Ryo husked and pushed his hips up. “Do it.”

Dee chuckled and curved his body over Ryo's, his fingers still moving in and out. Ryo moaned and his hand shot down to catch the palm rubbing over his chest. He drug it up, enjoying the feel of its rough smoothness running over his skin before his lips found it. He began kissing, licking, biting, sucking at anything he could pull into his mouth. He felt Dee's moan run down his skin, his lover's mouth warm against his spine. Ryo rolled his hips again, pushing back as he dug his teeth down into the flesh of Dee's palm. The fingers withdrew, and Ryo almost sighed with relief as Dee began a slow push into his body.

Dee pulled Ryo's hips up a little more, and draped himself over the sweat sheened skin of his lover's body. He panted against the nape of Ryo's neck and then drug his lips down the other man's shoulder.

“I love you,” he breathed.

He moved slowly, thrusting in and out with long purposeful strokes. Ryo's tongue swiped over his palm and Dee moaned lowly. He tugged his hand free, and slowly ran it back down Ryo's body. They both knew where he was headed, and as he paused at the tense skin just beneath Ryo's stomach, he felt his lover shiver with anticipation. He glided lower, a sharp intake of breath escaping him as he found one of Ryo's hands already there. He smiled against his lover's shoulder and his fingers joined Ryo's.

There was no more teasing now, no breathless words as they moved together. Their bodies knew what to do, and they gave in to the rhythm that was building between them. Dee forced his eyes to stay open and watched as Ryo's free hand clutched at the pillow, the knuckles white and whole hand tight as he moaned and met each of Dee's thrusts. His Ryo, his Sexy little Ryo.

Dee threw his head back and a hoarse shout ripped from his mouth as he found his release. Ryo's body seemed to tighten, greedily pulling him in deeper, flexing and warming around him as Dee shuddered and desperately pushed forward for more. His hand convulsed against Ryo's, and then he felt thick warmth spattering over his fingers. Ryo came silently this time, his spine tensing and head bowing up from the bed as he rocked through his climax.

Dee slumped forward, kissing and caressing almost sleepily as they moved through the aftermath. They stilled slowly, and then stretched back out in the bed, Ryo again pulled tightly in Dee's arms as he nuzzled into light brown hair.

“Was that a good way to wake up?” Dee murmured.

Ryo chuckled lazily and tugged Dee's hand up to plant a light kiss on it.

“The best,” he answered.

 

Dee's nose wrinkled as the smell of coffee registered with his brain. He sat up slowly, the other half of the bed empty now, and ran a hand back through his hair. Dark green eyes glanced at the clock and Dee shook his head a little. Still too early to be out of bed. He smiled slightly and pulled a cigarette free from the pack on the bedside table. He flicked his lighter over it and took a long drag before he kicked around on the floor for a pair of pants to tug on. Yesterday's clothes were still scattered everywhere, and Dee couldn't help smirking a little at the shirt sprawled over the dresser on the other side of the room. What could he say; he'd been in a hurry to find all that delicious pale skin.

He scrubbed his hand over his face as he headed out into the living room, the news on the TV set to mute and the morning paper spread over the coffee table. Ryo looked up, thick framed glasses in place, and smiled.

“Morning.”

“Morning,” Dee answered and plopped down on the couch next to his partner.

He took another slow pull from his cigarette as he stared at Ryo with open appraisal. His partner was showered, dressed, and probably on his third cup of coffee for the morning.

“You do know we have the day off,” Dee said lightly.

“Yes,” Ryo answered with a laugh.

“You could have stayed in bed longer.”

Ryo glanced up, one eyebrow lifting as his coffee paused against his lips.

“It's almost noon, Dee.”

“Nothing wrong with that.”

“And I think you were the one who woke me up early this morning,” Ryo pointed out. “I was all set to sleep in.”

Dee grinned.

“I don't like sleeping through my days off,” Dee said with a shrug.

Ryo glanced at the clock and Dee shrugged a little.

“Yeah, yeah,” the dark haired detective said.

He smoked in silence, Ryo turning up the volume on the TV just in time for them to hear about the latest political scandal. The newspaper rustled as Ryo read, his dark eyes running over the lines as he lounged back against the couch. They'd spent the last two weeks working a string of robberies that had been scattered all over their precinct. They'd barely had time to stop and grab a bite to eat, let alone spend any time together. Most of their nights were spent either passed out at their desks for a few hours, or staking out a possible site for the thief's next heist. Then their shifts had been split, and then they'd only passed each other in the hallway as they headed in different directions. It had been as close to hell as Dee wanted to get.

Dee watched quietly, his eyes wandering over the silk of Ryo's hair and down the side of his face. He watched Ryo pause to take another drink of coffee, and couldn't help shifting a little as Ryo swallowed. Dee's mouth opened.

“Maybe we should go back to bed,” Ryo suggested quietly.

Dee watched the light blush work over his partner's cheeks and he couldn't help grinning. Apparently his partner had missed him just as much.

“Sounds good to me,” Dee said, his cigarette now abandoned in the ash try as he climbed across the couch and all over Ryo.

The paper crunched between them, Ryo tossing his glasses aside just before Dee's lips found his. Foiled again. Dee couldn't help the slight laugh that escaped him, but then Ryo was licking his lips and squeezing his ass, and Dee didn't care. His fingers pulled up the worn cotton of the t-shirt Ryo wore and found the soft skin underneath. He felt Ryo's hands tighten and Dee pushed back into them. Ryo sighed with pleasure and pushed his hands under the thin pants Dee wore.

“I love this,” Ryo panted as their mouths tangled together. “And I love you.”

Dee plunged his tongue into Ryo's mouth and swiped hungrily back and forth. God, he loved it when Ryo said things like that. When they'd first met, and even after Dee had started actively pursuing his partner, there had been times when he'd wondered if Ryo MacLean was simply a sexless being. It had been so frustrating to find himself getting such fantastic responses to his kissing only to have Ryo shy away from anything else. But now, whenever he had Ryo in his arms like this, he couldn't help but wonder just how his Sexy little Ryo had managed to restrain himself so completely.

Ryo nuzzled down his neck and then eagerly began to nose at one flat nipple. Dee's hands swiped up and down his partner's sides, encouraging the soft exploration as Ryo panted across his chest. Suddenly, Ryo froze.

“I didn't hear it,” Dee growled. “And neither did you.”

The phone rang again.

Dee felt Ryo swallow uncertainly and he looked down, Ryo now staring up at him with tired and resigned eyes. Dee sighed and slumped forward to rest his head against Ryo's for an instant. Their bodies untangled and Dee leaned across the couch to grab the phone.

“What?” he snapped into it.

“You're as pleasant as ever,” Berkeley Rose said wryly.

Dee resisted the urge to snarl and glanced at Ryo.

“It's the ass,” Dee said loudly, not even bothering to cover the phone.

Ryo frowned and shook his head.

“Detective,” Rose sighed. “You're making me wonder why I keep you employed.”

Dee rolled his eyes and flopped down on the couch.

“You realize it's our day off?” Dee asked.

“I know,” Rose said. “But something's come up.”

“I don't care.”

“We've got a body.”

“Sounds like a case for homicide,” Dee said dismissively.

“Laytner, I shouldn't have to explain the mechanics of your job to you by now. You know Criminal Investigations exists as a floating task force to help out whichever division needs them--”

“Blah, blah, blah,” Dee answered. “I was there when it was created.”

“And yet, you seem to need regular explanations to remind you to do your job,” Rose said. “Now, since homicide is stretched thin, they've passed us this case.”

“Then give it to someone who's on the clock today,” Dee answered as he lit another cigarette.

“We're out of people,” Rose said. “Get down to the morgue and check it out.”

“The body's already in the morgue?” Dee snapped. “What the hell are we supposed to get from that? We don't even get to see the scene? We should have gotten the call before it was even moved.”

“How nice to hear that you're taking the case,” Rose said smoothly. “A CSI will meet you at the morgue to go over scene details.”

“Wait a minute,” Dee snapped. “I never said--”

“Making accusations about the way a case has been handled implies ownership over said case,” Rose said. “I'll expect a report before the end of the day.”

“You little--”

Rose hung up.

“--Bastard!”

Dee glumly tossed the phone aside and glanced over at Ryo.

“We've got a case.”

 

“Oh, right,” the coroner said as he waddled back across the room. “The homeless kid.”

He yanked open one of the drawers and tossed Dee the file resting on the corpse's chest.

“Cause of death was a single blow to the base of the skull.”

His hands roughly closed on the sides of the young man's head and lifted it enough to let them see the strike. The coroner set the head back down and leaned against the wall of refrigerated drawers.

“No other marks, no defense wounds, nothing. The details are in the file. His possessions are in holding.”

“Alright,” Ryo said.

“Homicide probably just wants you to tie up the loose ends,” the big man said boredly. “Fill out the paperwork and file everything away. I sent his fingerprints down to ID. He might be in the system now. Maybe his parents carded him before he ran away from home.”

He shrugged and headed out the swinging doors.

“Turn off the lights when you leave,” he called back.

Dee scowled and glanced at Ryo.

“I hate cases like these,” he muttered darkly.

Ryo nodded and looked down at the kid carefully washed and pressed beneath a thin sheet. His face was young looking, his hands lightly resting at his side and eyes closed. He almost looked like he was sleeping.

It wasn't something that a city that made so much money off of the tourist trade ever talked about. Homeless people died in New York, and no one really wanted to admit how many of those deaths weren't from natural causes. It was one of those dirty little secrets that people turned a blind eye too. Just like most of the homeless people in the city.

Ryo frowned and stared down at the kid's hands. His nails were perfectly manicured and almost obsessively clean.

“No way was this kid homeless,” Dee muttered.

“His hands?” Ryo asked.

“Hair,” Dee said, nodding towards the kid's head. “The cut looks expensive.”

Ryo nodded and Dee glanced at the white half moons of the kid's nails.

“Those aren't the hands of someone living in the streets,” Dee agreed.

The big double doors swung open and a young man in glasses and with a short blond ponytail walked into the room. He smiled at them and stuck out his hand.

“Jack Parker,” he said. “I'm your CSI for this case.”

“Laytner and MacLean,” Dee said. “This kid isn't homeless.”

Jack blinked and then fished out one of the files from under his arm.

“You're right,” he said happily. “This is Alex Cage, of the Wall Street Cages.”

Dee frowned as he took the paperwork and stared down at the ID slip for the young man on the slab. Alex Cage, son of the head of one of Wall Street's most powerful investor groups. He could get a visual match just from looking at the picture and the kid's face, but identifying fingerprint logs had been included.

“What made them think he was homeless?” Ryo asked as he took the file.

Jack shrugged.

“Where he was found,” the CSI said. “What he was wearing.”

Both detectives looked up and Jack shrugged again.

“Maybe I should take you down for a little tour of the scene.”