Disclaimer: I don't own Fake or the characters and I don't make any money off of this. Well, if you would just write more real Fake manga we poor fans wouldn't have to resort to this, so don't you dare sue me, you corporate meanies, you!
Warning: Yaoi, lemony lemon, yum! :) That means male/male sex, so, if you don't like it, move along you, and don't let the door hit you in the ass! Language, violence, graphic sex, masturbation, Angst... I don't know if this is all actually going to be in it, but I'm covering my pattootie anyway just in case, he, he! Did I say graphic sex? GRAPHIC SEX!
Please take it, post it, archive it, play with it, give it a good home, and love Ryo and Dee like I do. :)
Missing You
"Two weeks?!" Dee swore, his hands clenching into fists as he slumped onto the bed. Dressed in his black, silk pajama bottoms, torso sparkling with water from a recent shower, and black hair falling into his angry expression, he faced his partner, his love, and tried to come to terms with the news.
"I knew you would react this way," Ryo sighed as he picked Dee's clothes up from the floor and began nervously folding them and dropping them onto a chair, acting as if they weren't dirty and he intended to put them away. He kept his dark eyes on the task as he chose his words carefully. "I didn't tell you at the station because I knew we would be discussing it. I didn't want interruptions."
"You didn't want me making a scene, you mean," Dee shot back.
"That too," Ryo replied. He finished folding the dirty clothes and then didn't have any choice but to face Dee squarely. "I knew, as soon as you heard that it was Rose who assigned the class to me, that you would think it was some plot to come between us."
Dee crossed his arms over his bare chest and glowered. "It isn't?"
"Everything isn't about you, or me, for that matter," Ryo snapped impatiently. "My skill as a sharp shooter is on record. There's nothing unexpected or suspicious about a police academy wanting a demonstration."
"Except that it's never happened until now," Dee replied pointedly. "Why don't you find it strange?"
Ryo crossed his arms over his chest in parody of Dee and glared. "All right, Dee Latener, you explain to me Rose's master plan."
Flushed with anger, his hair softly falling into his face in an amber wave, and his handsome face a study in patience, Dee couldn't help smiling at the vision that was his lover. "You're beautiful when you're angry, do you know that?"
Ryo blushed red and looked down at his toes. "I'm waiting."
Dee threw up his hands and then let them drop, hanging between his knees, as he sighed, "All right! I don't know what his plan is, but-"
"But nothing," Ryo retorted, cutting him off. "Trust me when I tell you that Rose won't be troubling us any longer."
"Why is that?" Dee wondered with raised eyebrows. "Did you finally file harassment charges like I told you to?"
Ryo turned away, shoulders stiff, but he was rubbing the knuckles of one hand and smiling slightly to himself. "We had a talk," he said, remembering the punch he had given Rose and the man's stunned expression.
There was a long silence, each lost in their thoughts, and then Dee said dejectedly, "I'm going to miss you."
Ryo turned back around quickly and saw Dee slumped and staring down at his hands. Ryo went to him and sank down on the bed beside him.
"I guess I'm trying to find a reason for you not to go," Dee admitted. "Pretty stupid, huh?"
"Yeah, pretty stupid," Ryo agreed. When Dee looked up with a scowl, he smiled to soften his words.
Dee stopped scowling. He wrapped a strong arm around Ryo's waist and pulled the man against him. "Sorry, Baby."
Ryo leaned his head against Dee's shoulder. Dee played with his hair absently as Ryo said, trying to comfort him, "We'll call each other every day and talk, okay? I'll take the laptop with me and the cam. That way you'll be able to see me as well."
Dee was embarrassed now. "You know I'm all thumbs around that computer stuff. I wouldn't even know how to turn it on."
"Bicky will show you," Ryo replied.
"Bicky!" Dee groaned and fell onto his back with a small bounce. "I have to take care of Bicky while you're gone? That's-That's just not fair!"
"Fair? You are an adult, Dee," Ryo reminded him in exasperation. "I'm going to trust you to act like one while I'm gone."
"Yeah, yeah!" Dee sighed with a dismissive gesture of one hand. "Count on me and all that. He just better not expect me to tuck him in at night and fetch him glasses of water, or anything."
Ryo went serious. "Dee, just keep him off the street, okay? Don't let him get into any trouble."
Dee went serious too, his green eyes full of memories of his own childhood on the streets. "I guess I know how to do that better than anyone."
"Yes, you do," Ryo agreed as he stretched out on the bed beside Dee. He timidly ran a finger along Dee's strong jaw. Dee captured it and kissed it.
"It's going to get messy around here without you to keep things straight," Dee murmured as he kept kissing Ryo's finger sensuously.
Ryo trembled, blushing at the sensation of Dee's lips and then at the soft lick of his tongue. Ryo had a feeling that Dee wasn't only
talking about the apartment getting messy, but maybe himself as well. "It's just two weeks," Ryo breathed.
Ryo was only wearing a robe. Dee slid a hand inside and ran it up along Ryo's side. As Ryo shivered, Dee said softly, "Two weeks without the feel of your skin." His hand touched a nipple and then kneaded it. "Two weeks without tasting these." His hand went down Ryo's slim, muscled stomach to his hardening erection. Dee teasingly brushed it. "Two weeks without making you cry out my name." His hand moved gently around to Ryo's ass, fingers sliding in between them to give the tender bud there a maddening, soft rub. "Two weeks without-"
Ryo moaned and grabbed Dee's lips with his own. He pressed his body against Dee and pulled him close with needy hands. "Samishi daro!" Ryo gasped as he broke the kiss and then nuzzled against Dee's neck. "I will miss you, Dee. I don't know what I will do without you either, but oki ni nasarazuni, Dee. Don't mind. Don't get upset."
"How can I not mind?" Dee grumbled as he let his fingers continue to tease between Ryo's legs. "You're my life now." He let one finger slide in dry and Ryo gasped, the roughness of it stroking sensitive nerves and giving Ryo unexpected pleasure. Dee humped Ryo with his thick, middle finger, watching his lover's face turn red and squeeze tight in embarrassment. Dee smiled at him like a tom cat spying a bowl of cream, licking lips as he said. "I'll give you something to remember me by."
"Ryo?!" Bicky's voice called from the living room.
"Hey, Guys!" Cal's voice chirped in. "When's Dinner?"
"After I get done-" Dee began to shout.
Ryo slapped a hand over Dee's mouth in alarm. "Don't you dare!" Ryo hissed.
"I'll dare," Dee retorted as he reclaimed his finger. He rolled until he was on top of Ryo and Ryo was stretched out on his back beneath him. In one, smooth motion, he pushed Ryo's knees up and began to-
"Ryo?! Where's the juice?" Bicky's annoying voice cut through the passion like a bucket of ice water. "If that stupid jerk drank it all...! I'm a growing guy! I need my juice!"
"He hasn't even started dinner!" Cal's voice said, muffled from her position in the small kitchen. "Ryo! If you don't wanna cook, then let's order pizza!"
Dee stared down into Ryo's soft, beautiful face. His own face was burning with desire and frustration while Ryo's face was loving and accepting that the moment was gone. Dee growled and tried to continue anyway. "Don't care! Stupid kids!"
"Dee!" Ryo growled angrily and pushed him off. He rolled from the bed and began pulling on his pants. "Get dressed," he said to Dee. "I'll fix them something."
Dee groaned and slammed a fist into the bed sheets. "That kid! What is he, psychic or something? It never fails!" Dee reached a hand out towards Ryo's ass as his lover began shimmying it into his pants. "I wanna rain check!"
Ryo hopped out of Dee's reach and finished pulling up his pants as he said, "We have the whole night, Dee. Don't be so impatient."
Dee sighed as he sat up. "I wanted to take all night, Baby!"
Ryo blushed as he began sliding into a polo shirt. " We can't. I have to leave early."
Dee stood now, astonished. "You didn't tell me that!"
Ryo glowered. "You didn't give me a chance. We'll still have time."
"Not the way you pack," Dee snapped back. "It takes hours for you to get everything in alphabetical order, by color, and by percentage of poly cotton blend in your suitcase!"
Ryo took hold of Dee's arms suddenly and leaned close to give him a slow kiss. When he leaned back to look into Dee's green eyes, he smiled and assured him, "I will make the time for you, koi, don't worry."
"Okay, but make dinner something quick and then I'll get rid of Cal and Bicky," Dee ordered as he dropped his pajamas and pulled on a pair of cut off shorts. Bare from the waste up, he strode for the door. He turned at the last minute and winked at Ryo. "Stay ready for me. You won't be getting any 'headaches' tonight."
Watching Dee's lanky, handsome body go through the door, Ryo swallowed with difficulty. He was definitely 'ready' now and an excuse was the farthest thing from his mind as he followed Dee into the living room.
"Ah, hi, Dee," Cal greeted with wide eyes. "That's, uh, more skin than I'm used to seeing on you. It's... nice."
Dee grinned wickedly at the petite blonde in her mini skirt and high heels. She was not an innocent and she was as much a street punk as Bicky. Dee didn't have any reservation as he smoothed his hands down his washboard stomach and joked, "Wanna feel?"
Cal grinned back. She started to reach out a hand, but Bicky slapped it down and scowled at Dee. "Keep it to yourself, you pervert!" he yelled at Dee. "She's more than ten years younger than you!"
"Well, she's older than you," Dee pointed out. "Does that make her a pervert?"
Bicky showed Dee a fist. "Shut up, stupid!"
"You don't own me, Bicky!" Cal said angrily, putting one hand on her hip and jabbing a finger at Bicky's chest. "Don't you push me around ever again, ya hear? If I wanna grope Dee, that's my business!"
"No one is groping Dee," Ryo cut in, embarrassed and uptight at their crudeness.
"Except you," Dee finished.
Cal chuckled, but Bicky looked outraged. "Shut your hole, you freak!"
"Yamero!" Ryo snapped as he went into the kitchen and picked up an apron. He tied it onto his lower waist. "Anymore talk like that and you'll all go hungry!"
Bicky and Dee glowered at each other, but Dee replied. "Ryo and me already had dinner. We brought home take out. I don't see why he should make anything for you two at all. You're late, you're rude, and you're bothering me."
"Hey! Were you two going to do it?" Cal interjected with contriteness. "Sorry about that!"
"I'm not!" Bicky exclaimed, his part African American face seething and his eyes like blue lava. "I don't want him putting his paws on Ryo!"
"I don't want to hear anymore talk like that, I said!" Ryo shouted from the kitchen. "If you can't be nice, Dee..."
"Me?!" Dee huffed in outrage. "It's this little street punk that's-"
"Dee!" Ryo shouted back, but then quieted as he attempted a false calm. "Remember what we talked about?"
Dee slumped onto the couch angrily. "Yeah, yeah!" He grumbled as he picked up the remote to the television and began punching buttons. The television went on and began changing channels rapidly.
Bicky scowled. "What's he talking about?" he demanded.
Dee tried to ignore him but Bicky stepped between him and the television.
"What's he talking about?" Bicky repeated more forcefully.
Dee lowered the remote and replied uncomfortably. "Ryo's going away for two weeks to teach a class on sharpshooting. He's making me babysit you while he's gone."
"What?" Bicky exploded.
"Believe me," Dee growled. "I can think of a lot better things to do with my time than making sure you wipe your butt."
"Shut up!" Bicky snarled. "You ain't watching me!"
Ryo was suddenly there putting a hand on Bicky's shoulder. The boy turned, venting his anger on Ryo now. "You ain't leaving me with stupid!"
Ryo drew Bicky into the kitchen. Two cheese sandwiches were frying in a pan. Ryo deftly turned them with a spatula as he said,
"Dee thinks he's watching you, but you will, in fact, be watching him."
Bicky scowled. "I'm not four years old, Ryo!" He growled as he crossed his arms over his chest and hunkered down into them. "You don't have to lie to me."
"I'm not lying," Ryo replied as he began mixing up a salad.
Bicky eyed Ryo. "Don't you trust him? I thought you two were all lovey- dovey, kissy-kissy."
Ryo ducked his head and hid his blush behind a fall of honey colored hair. "We are."
"Then why am I watching him?"
Ryo gave the cheese sandwiches another deft turn. "Dee doesn't know how to take care of himself. When he was living alone... well, let's just say he never ate and he thought beer was a food group. I'm afraid he might revert to that while I'm gone."
"How much?" Bicky wondered with a mercenary air.
Ryo raised eyebrows at him in shock. "You're going to charge me?"
"Because it's Dee you want me to watch, yeah!" Bicky retorted.
"Ten dollars," Ryo offered reluctantly.
Bicky crinkled an eyebrow. "I'm not a chump, Ryo! A hundred."
"That's extortion!"
"So arrest me!" Bicky thumped down into a chair at the dinette and put hands behind his head as if he intended to brace himself for an all night argument.
Ryo gritted his teeth. "Twenty."
"Nah. I've got better things to do than babysit a grown man."
Ryo turned the sandwiches in the pan, but this time he slapped them down irritably. "Bicky.... all right thirty."
"A week."
Ryo glared.
Bicky shrugged. "That abandoned crack house down towards the slum looks like fun. Maybe I'll spend the two weeks there."
"Thirty a week, but you had better be glued to Dee's side the entire time I am gone!" Ryo demanded, waving the spatula at Bicky angrily.
"Sure thing, Ryo." Bicky grinned as he snagged a piece of dressing soaked lettuce and sauntered back into the living room.
Behind Bicky's back, Ryo sighed with relief and smiled, mission accomplished. Dee could take care of himself. It was Bicky that had made Ryo almost turn down the trip. The thought of the street brat having the run of the city, with only Dee's half hearted and slim knowledge of parenting to hold him back, had Made Ryo nearly frantic with concern.
"I could have watched out for him," a feminine voice said from the doorway.
"Hm, princess?" Ryo said as he slid the sandwiches onto a platter.
"You could have trusted me to watch Bicky for you," Cal told him. "It would have saved you sixty dollars and a lie."
Ryo frowned. "It wasn't a lie."
Cal frowned too. "How do you figure that, Ryo McLain, straight laced detective?"
"Dee does need a babysitter," Ryo replied. "Sixty dollars is pretty cheap for one, don't you think?"
Cal grinned. "Why not just put him in the pound?"
Ryo grinned back. "Then I would have to embarrass myself by claiming him when I returned."
They both laughed, but Cal grew serious again almost at once. "Why don't you trust me to watch Bicky?"
Ryo sighed as he picked up the bowl of salad and the platter of sandwiches. "I do trust you," he replied. "I trust you to tell Bicky when he's doing something wrong, but it's Bicky I don't trust to listen to you. He's too stubborn, too sure he can handle himself. The ugly side of the slum hasn't really tried to grab him and swallow him whole yet. 'Innocent' seems like the wrong word when describing Bicky, but it's appropriate."
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Cal was lost in memory for a moment, thinking of her own lost 'innocence'. "I hope Bicky never loses it."
"Me too," Ryo replied. "I would have paid a hundred dollars, you know, to help him keep it."
"Yeah, I know you would have," Cal said softly and pressed his arm with her hands as they left the kitchen. "You're a sweet guy, Ryo."
"It's not my fault that you fell asleep!" Ryo snapped as he straightened his tie and checked himself in a full length mirror.
Dee put hands on Ryo's shoulders from behind and then turned him around. "You're beautiful, now let's do it!"
"I don't have time, Dee!" Ryo slid from his grasp and went to pick up his suitcase. "I have just enough time to catch the subway to the airport. If I miss it-"
"You'll just have to take a later flight!" Dee cut in angrily. His black hair was a tangled mess in his green eyes and he was naked, having come straight from the bed when Ryo had bent over him to kiss him goodbye.
"They will be waiting to pick me up at the airport," Ryo replied regretfully. "Gomen nasai. I'm sorry, Dee... I don't want to leave you like this."
"You CAN'T leave me like this! It's-It's inhumane!" Dee wailed. "Two weeks...!"
Ryo slipped arms around Dee and pulled the man close. He looked into Dee's eyes. "You waited years for me. What's two weeks? We have a lifetime to be together, Dee."
Dee scowled petulantly. "I don't want to wait any more."
"Gomen, Koi," Ryo kissed Dee again and then broke away, picking up his suitcase once more. "I have to go. Please take care of Bicky."
Dee's hands went into fists and he glowered at Ryo from under his wild bangs. "You don't need to tell me to do that!"
Ryo sighed in frustration as he headed for the door. "I don't want a fight to be the last thing we do, Dee, but you are making it difficult!"
Dee caught Ryo's elbow and spun him back around. Leaning the man against the door frame, he captured Ryo's lips with his own and then licked them sensuously. Ryo gasped and made a small moan of desire as Dee slipped his hot tongue inside and made love to Ryo's tongue.
Ryo hung in Dee's grasp, feeling his knees go weak as his cock hardened with rising desire. Dee's large hand found it and held it tight through his pants. "Mouth says no, but this says yes," Dee breathed around their kiss. "Be late."
"I made coffee," a feminine voice piped up.
Ryo jerked away from Dee. His suitcase slammed against the doorjamb as he turned in shock to see Cal padding across the living room in a large shirt and a open bathrobe, two cups of steaming coffee in each hand. Her sleep mussed blonde hair hung coquettishly in her big eyes as she sleepily smiled at them.
"What are you doing here still?" Dee demanded as he yelped and hid behind the doorframe.
"It was too late to go home, so I slept on the couch," Cal explained and yawned. "I wanted to see Ryo off on his trip too." She handed Ryo one of the cups and he took it, blushing all the way to his ears. "Did I interrupt something?"
"Yes!" Dee exclaimed.
"No," Ryo said, right on his heels. "Arigatou for the coffee, princess. I'll take it with me. I have to be going." He bent and gave her a chaste peck on the cheek. "Take care of the baka for me."
"For how much?" Cal asked with mock innocence.
Ryo sighed and shook his head. She laughed to show that it was a joke and hugged him.
"Have a safe trip, Ryo," Cal told him. "They'll both be fine."
"I will NOT be fine!" Dee growled. "Ryo!"
Ryo smiled at Dee as he snagged the laptop in its case from a table. "Sayonara, koi. I'll call you as soon as I land."
"Ryo!" Dee dashed to find his robe. He hurriedly put it on and then ran out of the bedroom. He caught Ryo at the outer door and enfolded him in a tight embrace. He gave Ryo a very deep kiss and then broke it to lean his forehead against Ryo's. Looking deeply into his lover's eyes, he said, "Be careful, Baby, and... and I love you, you know that. Sorry for being a jerk, okay?"
"Samishi, Dee," Ryo breathed. Tucking his luggage awkwardly under one arm, he reached up to touch Dee's face as if he wanted to memorize every line. "I will miss you." he caressed Dee's cheek and then said lovingly, "Suteki-na."
"What's that mean?" Dee asked with a raised eyebrow.
Ryo smiled as he went out the door. "Find out. It will keep you busy until I return."
Dee stared at the closed door and then he turned and leaned his back against it dejectedly. "I can't believe he's gone."
Cal sighed as she sipped at the cup of coffee she still held. "If you're saying that now, you're gonna be a basket case in a few days."
Dee pulled himself together and frowned at her. "I'm okay. Old Dee was a bachelor for a long time, honey! I have two weeks to live the free life again and have some fun before Ryo comes back. I'm not going to sit and mope like some kid!" he said the last with a pointed look at her as he stalked back into the bedroom and closed the door.
Dee snagged a framed photo of Ryo and himself, hugging and looking lovingly into each other's eyes, from the dresser and flopped onto his back on the bed. He hugged the photo to his chest and tried to breathe through the pain in his heart.
"You got it bad for him, Dee," Dee sighed to himself. "Two weeks. I AM going to be a basket case." He lifted the photo so that he could see it and he touched a finger to Ryo's image. "Day one, Love, thirteen more to go."
"Smoking again?"
"Shut up, J.J."
J.J. leaned against the wall Dee was currently sitting on. He stared up into Dee's drawn features. "Gonna jump or what?" J.J. persisted.
Dee, his back to the very long drop to the pavement behind him and a breeze stirring his dark hair, looked out over the roof of the police station. He puffed idly on his cigarette and then flicked the ash as he replied. "Don't be stupid."
J.J. let the silence stretch for a moment and then he asked. "How about lunch?"
"Not hungry."
J.J. blinked. "If you're going to go on a hunger strike until Ryo comes back, then I'll have to call the mental hospital and have you committed."
Dee looked down then and grunted. "You would too, wouldn't you?"
J.J. smiled. "I would. Ryo's only been gone less than eight hours and you're already showing signs of clinical depression. As a police officer, it's my duty to keep you from harming yourself... so, you have a choice. You can either come to lunch with me, or you can spend two weeks talking to people who think they are space aliens."
"I hate you," Dee said matter-of -factly.
"Well, I love you," J.J. returned without a flinch. "So, what will it be, Latener?"
Dee hopped down from the wall, threw his cigarette down, and ground it out with his shoe. "You're paying. Let's go."
"I'm pay-," J.J. began, flustered, but then he smiled and shrugged as he followed Dee's retreating back. "Why not? Anything for love."
At the restaurant, Dee alternated between looking at his watch and pushing around a plate of food with his fork until it was unrecognizable. His cigarette was hanging out of his mouth and a slow trail of smoke was wreathing his head. On the opposite side of the booth, J.J. had finished his meal long ago.
"Are you going to count down every minute until he comes back, Dee?"
Dee looked up with bloodshot, green eyes. "Maybe," he growled.
J.J. leaned forward across the table and smiled sympathetically. "You need something to take your mind off of Ryo. Let me help...."
"This will be your room. Sorry, but it's not much."
Ryo smiled as he put his suitcase on the floor and eased his laptop onto a small table. "Arigatou. It's fine. Don't worry about it. When I went through the academy, I had to share my room with two other men. This is more than I expected."
The tall red head behind Ryo, in his academy uniform, frowned. "What was that word you used?"
"Oh, uh, I said thank you. I'm part Japanese," Ryo explained, a little flustered. "I grew up speaking mostly Japanese in my home. I guess I forget and it slips in sometimes. Sorry."
"Why did you speak Japanese in your home? Did you live in Japan?" the man asked, suddenly looking irritated.
"No," Ryo replied. "California. There is a large Japanese- American community there."
The man growled, "What good is speaking Japanese when the entire country speaks English?"
"I did learn English as well," Ryo replied and wished the man had never brought up the subject. It wasn't the first time he had been taunted for his slips. In school and in the academy, some fellow classmates had tormented him over it. Ryo had often wished that his parents had never insisted on Japanese, but his community and all of his friends in that community had spoken Japanese. Knowing the language had been a necessity.
"You don't look Japanese," the man commented sourly.
Ryo pasted on a smile and turned to the man, "Uh, O'Brien, isn't it?" The man nodded with a frown. "Okay, O'Brien, I'm really tired from my plane trip. I'd like to rest and clean up before dinner. Maybe we could continue this conversation later?"
"Yeah, sure thing," O'Brien grunted, but as he turned to leave he said under his breath, "Count on it."
Ryo closed the door and then locked it. He stared at the lock, surprised at his own insecurity. The young man was a first class jerk, but Ryo had been a detective on the streets of NYC for years. He had witnessed the ugliest of the ugly in men, inside and out, and he had managed to handle himself and serve justice. It was ridiculous for him to be nervous in a building full of police officers and police officers in training, he thought.
Ryo unpacked his clothes and hung them up neatly. Setting up the laptop, he positioned the cam on top and angled it so that it would show anyone sitting in the chair before it. Lastly, he picked up the photo of Dee, grinning impishly at some occasion, and set it on the side table beside the narrow bed.
Ryo stared at the photo and sighed. He reached out and touched the cold glass of the frame, tracing out the curve of Dee's cheek. Ryo missed him already. His heart ached in his chest. Two weeks without that man. Two weeks without Dee working beside him, laughing with him, talking, touching, and possessing him utterly. Ryo wiped his eyes and turned away from the photo, feeling stupid, but somehow, not stupid at the same time. He didn't like the weakness, the vulnerability, but he didn't feel ashamed to love Dee so much. He felt blessed even though the loneliness and the need was so painful.
Ryo kicked off his shoes and stretched out on the bed. It was hard and the springs were bad. It creaked alarmingly as his slim weight settled on it. Ryo felt exhausted. He had a round of scheduled meetings before dinner and then he was expected to sit and be pleasant. He couldn't be falling asleep through all of that.
Ryo glanced at his watch. Five hours. Five hours until he could turn on the laptop and see Dee again. It seemed a lifetime away. Ryo glanced at his watch again. One hour until his first meeting.
Ryo needed to take a nap and recover from the plane trip, if even a little, but he found himself glancing at his watch once more, as if time might have speeded up and given him a reprieve from waiting. No such luck. Ryo lowered his watch and sighed. Five hours, he said to himself. It wasn't that long. It would pass before he knew it. All he needed to do was immerse himself in the meetings and keep busy. Ryo glanced at his watch again. One minute had ticked by. Four hours and fifty nine minutes to go.
"I'm loosing it," Ryo muttered self deprecatingly. "This is going to be the longest two weeks of my life!"
Ryo napped fitfully and then gave up on it all together. He showered, changed his clothes, and then sat in the one chair, staring at Dee's photo and waiting. When the knock came on his door, he was out of his chair like a shot and opening it.
A young man stood there with a hand still poised to knock. He lowered his hand to shake Ryo's hand, smiling engagingly and eyes widening appreciatively at Ryo's beauty. As he entered the room, he introduced himself. "Kevin Darrow."
"Ryo McLain," Ryo replied impatiently.
The young man smiled. "I know." He had a fall of gently waving, chocolate hair and cornflower blue eyes. He had a strong , very handsome face and an experienced air about him. He took in Ryo's meager possessions at a glance as if assessing Ryo completely by them in the space of a heartbeat.
Ryo stayed by the door, eager to go and escape his longing for Dee in work and socializing. "You're here to be my escort, aren't you?"
"That's right," the man said with a congenial nod. He turned on his heel and 'accidentally' toppled Dee's photo. He caught it deftly and then studied it as he brought it back to its place on the side table. "Who's this?"
Ryo blushed and replied as neutrally as he could, "My partner."
Kevin raised an eyebrow and turned to Ryo. "You must be close, keeping a photo of him by your bedside."
"Yes," Ryo replied tightly. The man knew. He must, Ryo thought. He looked far too intelligent to miss the significance of a man keeping a photo of another man so close to where he slept. Ryo shifted uncomfortably.
Kevin didn't sneer or look disgusted. Instead, his smile changed subtly. It was knowing and sensual now, but Ryo was too nervous to notice, too busy wondering what impact it was going to have on his demonstration after Kevin told everyone that he was gay.
"I won't tell anyone," Kevin assured Ryo, as if reading his mind. Ryo looked up gratefully. "But you should put that photo where someone else won't see it. We have some real cavemen here and they don't like having people like us around."
Ryo blinked, blushing again. He stammered, "Y-You're, uh..."
"Gay? You bet!" Kevin grinned. "Which is a good thing, because I'm going to be your aide while you're here. I'll personally see to it that no one bothers you and that you have...," he paused for emphasis, "a good time, Detective McLain."
"Thank you," Ryo replied with relief. "You're very kind, Officer Darrow."
Kevin approached Ryo and took him by the elbow as he led the way from the small room. "Kevin, call me Kevin. May I call you Ryo?"
"Yes, please."
Kevin smiled excitedly. Ryo was perfect. Those big, dark eyes were full of naivete and good nature, the man was drop dead gorgeous, and he was definitely lonely. It was an unfailing combination ripe for conquest. Soon, Kevin thought, he would have that beautiful face pushed into a pillow and he would be ravishing a body he was suspecting was as beautiful as Ryo's face. It was going to be a wonderful two weeks!
Time was standing still, Dee thought frantically, sweat running down the side of his face. J.J. was sitting at Ryo's desk, situated in front of Dee's, because Dee had been staring at that empty chair for nearly an hour, as if Ryo might suddenly appear there. J.J. was speaking to Dee, but Dee had stopped listening a long time ago.
Finally, the large hand on Dee's watch touched the twelve and the little hand touched the five. Quitting time. Dee shot up from his desk, gathered his laptop and cam from the dust covered corner where he kept it, and stood up with it in his hands.
"Come with me!" Dee ordered J.J. briskly.
J.J. stood up as well, excited that Dee wanted him to go anywhere with him, but puzzled as to the reason. He followed Dee as the haggard man dashed into the break room. Shoving everything off of a low table, Dee plopped down behind it in a plastic chair and set up the computer on the now cleared table.
J.J. hovered, mouth open at the mess on the floor, but Dee didn't let him stand idle for long. "Make it work," Dee ordered and shoved a slip of paper into J.J.'s hands. In a neat script that could only be Ryo's, was a web address.
J.J. felt black depression grip him, but he didn't refuse. He connected the cords, found a phone jack, and started the program running. "All right," he said to Dee. "It's dialing."
"Get out," Dee growled, but then, as J.J. turned dejectedly towards the door, he grumbled, "Thanks, J.J."
J.J. smiled as he closed the door. He had a chance. He could feel it. He just had to wait for his moment. He paused to catch the first words of the conversation.
"Ryo," Dee said through the mic excitedly.
"Dee," Ryo replied lovingly.
J.J. scowled. No, he told himself firmly, don't give up. He had thirteen days without Ryo. Video phone calls weren't going to fill the void that J.J. was ready to fill.
The conversation ended. Ryo was gone. Dee had a hand spread across the blank computer screen, the one that had been filled with the lively, beautiful face of his lover not a second before. Now it was blank and cold, as blank and cold as his heart. "I am a complete basket case," Dee muttered.
Gathering the computer and equipment in his arms, Dee left the break room. J.J. popped up by his side immediately. "Everything okay?" he asked. Start with sympathy, he thought..
"Fine," Dee replied distantly, a frown between his green eyes.
"Ah, Dee," J.J. began. "You look kind of sad. Why don't we go out for some drinks?"
Dee shook his head as he stopped by his desk and picked up a few folders and his car keys. "I'm supposed to take care of Bicky. Ms. Hanover only watches him until five thirty."
"Bicky? Oh, yeah, the kid," J.J. replied and swore to himself. He had forgotten all about the brat. "Isn't he old enough to take care of himself?"
Dee glared impatiently. "Jeez! J.J. You're worse than I am! Of course he can't take care of himself! He's a kid!"
J.J. tried to recover. "Sorry, Dee, I didn't remember how old he was. Uh, well, could I come over to your place and keep you company? It'll take your mind off of Ryo."
At any other time, Dee would have been furious and annoyed, but the thought of spending the evening without Ryo, of being in the apartment and then in the cold bed without him in it, was something Dee didn't want to face. He wanted to put it off as long as possible.
"Sure," Dee said with a dispirited shrug.
"Tomorrow," J.J. suggested, quickly on the heels of that conquest, "you can find a babysitter for the kid and we can go out on the town. Sound good?"
"Yeah, maybe," Dee replied noncommittally. "Come on, if you're coming!"
J.J. grinned behind Dee's back. It wouldn't be long now.
Ryo had his forehead pressed to the computer screen, trying to keep Dee's face there in his mind's eye as long as possible. When the knock came on the door, he barely had the motivation to go and answer it.
"Hi, Ryo." Kevin was dressed in black jeans and a dress shirt. His blue eyes were friendly as he invited himself into the room.
Ryo, still standing by the open door, tried to bring himself out of his confusion. Finally, he remembered to be polite. "Hi, Kevin. Uh, is something wrong?"
Kevin turned to Ryo, putting his hands deep into his front pockets and posing with his hips a little forward. "No, nothing's wrong. Everything went well today, don't you think? Everyone is eager to see your shooting tomorrow on the range. I have to warn you though, there are a few who want to challenge you."
Ryo pulled himself reluctantly away from thoughts of Dee as he nodded and replied, "That happens a great deal. I don't mind the challenges. It keeps me sharp."
"I took a peek at your rifle in lock up," Kevin admitted. "I hope you don't mind that either. Very nice weapon. You keep it very well too."
"Arigatou," Ryo replied. He sighed and ran a hand through his honey colored hair. He actually didn't like anyone touching his
weapons. Ryo made a mental note to recheck the rifle before the demonstration.
"You ARE Japanese," Kevin said suddenly. Ryo blinked at him. "O'Brien was telling everyone that your were oriental, but I didn't believe it until now. You don't look Japanese.... maybe around the eyes. They are very dark."
"O'Brien didn't act as if he liked the fact," Ryo recalled.
"Oh, he's one of those cavemen I was telling you about," Kevin said dismissively. "Don't worry about him. He talks big, but he's harmless."
Ryo didn't believe that for a minute, but he wasn't up to questioning Kevin's statement. He supposed the man was just trying to keep him from being anxious.
"This room is so small," Kevin observed and then smiled engagingly at Ryo as he rocked slightly on the balls of his feet. That made his hips jut a bit suggestively. He rocked back and sat on the bed as if he had lost his balance. The bed springs made alarming sounds. He chuckled. "And the bed is so hard. You almost need someone else in it to be a cushion."
Ryo closed the laptop and replied, "It's not that bad."
Kevin's smile faltered, but he managed not to show his disappointment. He hadn't expected such a quick turndown. He was handsome and he knew it. Ryo could at least have shown a bit of regret- but, no, wait a minute, Kevin thought as he watched Ryo hang up his coat. Could it be that the man hadn't understood his offer? Was he that naive?
"I'm really tired," Ryo was saying as he turned back to Kevin. Kevin let his knees slide open and he inched his butt upwards, making
a slight thrusting motion. His smile said volumes. He might as well have been invisible. Ryo pulled off his tie and slung it over the chair back. "If you don't mind. I'll need to be rested for tomorrow if I'm going to shoot well. We can talk afterwards, if you like."
Kevin felt a moment of anger and then he sighed as he stood up. He slid a hand over his crotch, making it look unconscious. "If that's what you really want..."
Ryo didn't notice that either. Maybe the man WAS tired, too tired to see Kevin's obvious come ons. That salved Kevin's pride. Ryo had offered to talk with him after the demonstration. That was something, at least. He intended to take the man up on it.
"All right then," Kevin replied as he headed for the door. "Until after the demonstration. Get a lot of rest, Ryo. You'll need it."
When Ryo had closed the door on Kevin, he undressed and slipped into his pajamas. Climbing into bed, he pulled Dee's photo out from under his pillow. Lying on his back, Ryo stared at Dee's smiling face. It was hard to finally turn out the light and impossible to part with the photo. Ryo kept it beside him long after he had fallen asleep.
"What is this?" J.J. asked as he forked a plate of brown noodles and... something around his plate.
Bicky looked as if he were trying to remember, finally he shrugged. "Dunno. It was in a plastic container in the fridge. I just added the noodles. Eat up. There's plenty."
"Aren't you going to eat?" J.J. called after Bicky as the boy went to flop down on the couch with a comic book.
"Naw! I ate pizza at Cal's house!"
J.J. shot a look at Dee. Dee was seated across from him at the dinning room table. He was eating the strange tasting substance on his plate automatically, eyes distant. "You're taking an awful chance," J.J. told him with some forced humor. "I might have to call an ambulance if you try and have seconds."
Dee looked up vacantly. "Huh?"
"The food is awful, Dee," J.J. told him with real sympathy. He fished the plate away from the man and stacked it on top of his own. "Let me make you something decent."
"Not really hungry," Dee replied and levered himself up from the table. He went to join Bicky on the couch. J.J. followed and sat as well, not liking that his only seating option was between Bicky and Dee.
Dee used the remote to turn on the television. He found a ridiculous sitcom and slumped into a near catatonic state of depression as he watched it without really watching it.
Bicky leaned close and whispered in J.J.'s ear. "I know what you're doing, pervert. He's Ryo's! I ain't gonna let you put your paws on Dee, so you can forget it."
J.J. flushed and didn't reply. He was afraid that Dee had heard, but the man was oblivious. "This is Ryo's favorite show," Dee murmured as if to himself. "I hate it, but he always makes me watch it."
"Shut up, stupid!" Bicky growled as he spread his comic on his upraised knees. "I'm trying to read."
"Yeah, Yeah," Dee grumbled lifelessly.
J.J. sighed and settled himself. Thirteen more days, he said to himself, refusing to give up hope. Bicky couldn't possibly ruin every one of them.
Behind his comic, Bicky smirked.
"I can't take this anymore!" J.J. shouted.
Bicky paused in his daily insults and Dee sat, as usual, slumped on the couch with the remote in one hand. They both looked at J.J., Bicky in triumph and Dee in muddled confusion.
Day eight had found J.J. not any closer to Dee's heart than day one. The man was catatonic with depression, his feet resting in a discarded, crumpled pile of beer cans and his hand flicking a cigarette into an ashtray overflowing with ashes and butts. His green eyes were lifeless and bloodshot. His clothing was wrinkled and obviously several days old. J.J.'s attempt to engage the man and to pry him away from the insufferable Bicky had been a failure. The man hardly knew he existed.
"Something wrong, pervert?" Bicky wondered sarcastically. "Not getting something you want?"
"You are a very unpleasant young man!" J.J. stormed, jabbing a finger at Bicky's chest.
"So are you," Bicky shot back.
J.J. stood up and motioned to the apartment. It was strewn with empty fast food containers, discarded dirty clothes, and bits and pieces of unidentifiable trash. "Look at this place, Dee! It's a pig sty!"
Dee smiled distantly as he ground his cigarette butt into the ashtray. That made its contents spill out onto the coffee table. "Ryo always use to say that!"
J.J. took a steadying breath. He had heard that phrase so much during the last eight days that it was making nightmares when he slept. "Dee, you have to pull yourself together! The Chief is ready to put you on report and give you a psych evaluation! I don't blame him. You're making yourself ill!"
"Can't help it," Dee sighed blackly. "It's like... I don't know. I'm not good with words. Half of me feels like it's gone."
"You talk to Ryo every night!" J.J. argued sensibly. "He will be back in six days! I don't understand why you're so upset!"
Dee stood up suddenly, fists clenched and emotions plain on his handsome face. "It doesn't matter!" he exploded. "Ryo isn't HERE! I can't touch him. I can't see him at home or at work. My day isn't filled with Ryo... and... I need that." Dee's shoulders slumped. "Sounds stupid when I say it, crazy even, but there's a hole in my heart the size of New York. It hurts like Hell and I feel like I'm slowly bleeding to death!"
Shaken by his own outburst, Dee sat down heavily again and lit a cigarette. He puffed on it and looked embarrassed. J.J. glanced at Bicky. The boy was frowning, clearly concerned, but unwilling to let on. It wasn't good for the boy, even as obnoxious and street wise as he was, to be subjected to a man on the edge of a breakdown. The professional in J.J. shoved aside all of his plans to seduce Dee, weren't they useless anyway? Instead, he slipped into his cop shoes and took charge of the situation, even though it twisted his gut with anguish.
"Go to him," J.J. said suddenly. Dee looked up quizzically. "Go to Ryo," J.J. repeated. "You're useless at the station, useless to Bicky," and useless to me, he thought to himself with a pang in his heart. "Buy a plane ticket, pack a bag, and go to Ryo. I'll tell the Chief that you're ill, it's true anyway, and request some personal time for you."
Dee still had his pride. J.J. saw his mouth set. "Ryo will think-"
"Who cares?" J.J. retorted cutting him off. "You need him. You need your other half." his voice quavered despite himself when he said that. "Go to him."
"Go to him," Dee echoed, but then paused to look at Bicky. "I promised to take care of the street rat."
Bicky snarled, "The street rat can stay at Cal's house with Cal's Aunt. Jerk-face is right! You're useless, stupid! Get outta here!"
Dee stood up, puffing excitedly at his cigarette. "I will!" he said at last. "I'm going!"
Dee's face lit up. He came alive in an instant, looking suddenly as young and as fresh as Bicky. He pulled at his dirty, wrinkled clothes and ran a hand through his wild, matted hair. "I have to clean up! I can't go like this!"
J.J. sighed. "I'll call the airport for you. You shower and change."
"I'll call Cal," Bicky said and then grinned as Dee rushed into the bedroom. The grin became serious as he turned his attention on J.J.
"Thanks, man, he was creeping me out."
"He was 'creeping me out', as well," J.J. sighed and then he picked up the phone to make the call to the airport with a heavy heart.
"I can't take this any more!" Kevin exploded suddenly.
Ryo looked up from his detailed description of bullet velocity vs. wind factors and blinked in confusion. "What's wrong, Kevin?"
"What's wrong?" Kevin stood up from his seat on the bed, scattering diagrams and math equations. He was wearing a pair of jean cut offs that were so tight a person could tell whether he was cut or uncut. They high legs showed the bottom of his ass cheeks when he bent over even slightly. The top button was undone and all he was wearing over that was a fishnet tank top that let his hard nipples peek through. He might as well have been wearing a full length, three inch thick, priest habit for all that Ryo noticed.
"You're angry," Ryo said in concern as he stood as well.
"Damned right, I'm angry!' Kevin exploded. "I've spent nine days hanging on you and you don't even care!"
"Care?" Ryo was confused. That made Kevin even angrier. The man didn't even know what he was talking about!
"Do you have the libido of a dead man?" Kevin shouted. "I've done everything short of sticking my hands down your pants and you don't even understand what I'm talking about! I want to FUCK you, Ryo McLain! Is that understandable to you and your dense, little brain? I want to throw you on the bed, make a wish with your legs, and FUCK you! Do you get it now?"
"I get it," A chill voice said behind Kevin. Kevin saw Ryo's embarrassed face light up as bright as an angel's as he looked behind Kevin's shoulder. Kevin slowly turned and faced the man who had posed for the image in Ryo's photo, only the man wasn't smiling and his eyes glittered with fury.
"Uh, y-you must be Dee," Kevin stammered, feeling the blood drain from his face. Dee was tall and his fists looked rock hard. Even in a dress coat and tie, he still managed to look wild and dangerous.
"Get out," Dee said, measuring out each word, "Get out before I forget we're in an academy full of police officers."
Kevin flushed and then he drew himself up, daring to say as he edged towards the door. "Yeah, fine. We didn't do anything though, tough guy. I don't think your 'partner' here even knows what sex is. You're more than welcome to Mr. Frigid."
Dee wasn't one to be eloquent, but his actions were. Kevin reeled as the man's fist connected with his cheek. He stumbled, almost fell, but Dee had a tight grip on him and he found himself being thrown from the room instead. The door banged shut behind him and Kevin felt himself lucky to have gotten off so lightly for his big mouth. Grumbling over his wasted nine days of fruitless pursuit of Ryo, Kevin stumbled into his room next to Ryo's, slammed his door shut, and collapsed onto his bed holding his face and groaning.
Dee faced Ryo as if Kevin's actions were his fault, but it was his violence he apologized for. "Sorry about that," and then, uncomfortably, "Sorry for coming here like this. I just couldn't-"
Ryo was in Dee's arms in an instant and cutting off his words with a deep kiss.
It was like fire, Dee thought, all through his veins, sizzling with love and need. His soul filled up, his heart found its other half. His entire mind and body said one word as loud as the world, "Ryo!"
"Dee," Ryo said around the kiss and then it was like a dream, the best dream either of them had ever had.
Clothes scattered, bodies touched, and hands gripped and guided. Tongues danced together as they lowered themselves onto the bed.
Dee grabbed Ryo's cock and swallowed it whole. Ryo bucked and cried out, hands twisting into Dee's dark hair. Japanese words of endearment, encouragement, and pleasure burst forth from perfect lips as Ryo's being centered on Dee's talented mouth and tongue as they slithered, licked, and suckled with abandon.
"Love you!' Dee managed around his mouthful. "So sweet. So hot. God, I missed this, missed you, love."
Dee gave Ryo's cock a last swirl inside the opening at the top. Ryo shuddered and almost screamed. He thrashed in need as Dee pulled his mouth away. "No, Dee!" he moaned. "Don't stop!"
"Say it," Dee urged, a low animalistic growl. "Beg me, Baby."
Ryo didn't even blush. He needed too badly. "Suck me, koi. Suck me good and hard!"
Dee obliged. He made a suction out of his mouth and rapidly drew his lips up and down Ryo's length while he massaged Ryo's balls. Ryo did scream then, bucking upwards and cumming in a hot, thick gout down Dee's throat. Dee swallowed, but he saved a bit, put it on his finger, and then slid that finger into Ryo's mouth. "Lick it," he commanded and Ryo did, slow and sensual, tongue rasping on the skin of Dee's finger.
Dee withdrew his finger and raised himself up onto his knees. His cock stood up at attention, dripping precum. Ryo stared at it in anticipation and licked his lips. Dee stifled his own groan at that. It had been too long, but he wanted to enjoy every second of their reunion.
"What do you want now, Baby?" Dee asked softly, almost purring the words. "Did you miss my hard cock? Did you miss wrapping those beautiful hands around it and licking it with that sexy tongue?"
Ryo did blush then, but his eyes never left Dee's cock," Yes," he whispered.
Dee smiled. "I didn't hear that, Ryo. What did you say?"
Ryo blushed to his ears. "Yes," he repeated louder.
"Still didn't quite-"
"Yes!" Ryo shouted and bent forward to capture Dee's cock with his mouth.
"God!" Dee exclaimed as Ryo sucked him. "God that feels good, Baby! Suck it hard! Yeah, come on, Ryo. Deep. Deeper! Use that tongue! God, I love your tongue on my cock!"
Dee almost came, but he wasn't ready for that. He pulled out of Ryo's disappointed mouth, a trail of precum dripping between them.
"Ready, Ryo?" Dee bent down and fished a tube of lube from the pocket of his discarded pants. Ryo's eyes widened and he fingered the precum on his lips. He sucked his fingers down to the last joint and Dee almost came right then and there. "God, you're sexy, Ryo. You're going to be even sexier with my cock in you. Do you want it, Ryo?" Dee smeared lube onto his hot, hard cock. "Show me. Show me how you want it."
Ryo turned onto his stomach and threw his ass into the air. His hands gripped the bed sheets and he moaned. Dee had a perfect view of rounded ass cheeks, pink bud between them, and Ryo's sex hanging down enticingly. Dee buried his face there, nuzzling with abandon, loving the smell of semen and Ryo's musky man scent.
"Tell me, Baby," Dee urged as he came up on his knees and gripped Ryo's ass with both hands. "Tell me how you want it."
"Fuck me" Ryo groaned into the mattress.
"Louder," Dee urged as he slid his cock head around Ryo's anus, smearing the lube there generously.
"Fuck me!" Ryo groaned as if he were going to die. "Put your cock in me and fuck me!"
"You got it, Baby!" Dee exclaimed, white hot with passion, and shoved his impressive length into Ryo's tight body with slow, but persistent in and out motions. When he was seated up to his balls, he leaned over Ryo's back and clasped his arms tightly around his lover's waist. "I'm going to fuck you blind, Ryo!"
"Hai!" Ryo panted and groaned. "Yes! Do it! Do it, Koi!"
Dee obliged. He began fucking Ryo with frantic slaps of his hips, eyes filling with colored lights as his blood rushed to one point on his body, the part that was pounding the tight ring of flesh beneath him, his lover, his world.
The bed springs made a horrible sound. The headboard of the bed slammed against the wall with every one of Dee's thrusts. Ryo's cries of pleasure filled the room along with Dee's grunts of effort and passion.
Dee exploded into Ryo at last. The hot cum splattered against Ryo's sensitive prostate, sending him over the edge as well. He came against the bed sheets, shouting Dee's name. They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, sweating and panting, holding each other as close as possible.
"Dee," Ryo sighed.
"Ryo," Dee purred back. Everything felt right. He was where he was supposed to be, in Ryo's arms. Two halves had made a whole again.
In the next room, Kevin stared at the cum smeared over his hand. He was naked from the waist down, back against the wall where the headboard of Ryo's bed had just recently been pounding. His sex was satisfied, but his mind was seething. "Frigid!" he swore at himself. "I thought he was frigid! Dumbass!" he swore at himself. "I almost had the best tail in the world and that jerk had to come and ruin my chance!"
"Love you." Ryo's voice floated through the paper thin wall. "Aishite iru, Dee. A piece of me shrivels up and dies when you're gone. A big piece. I think it's my heart."
"I felt the same way," Dee answered. "I can't live without you, Ryo. Promise me..."
"Promise," Ryo replied. "Always. I'll always be with you, Dee."
Kevin wiped his hand on his bed sheets and rolled over, miserable. No, he had never had a chance with Ryo, he realized. Ryo hadn't been frigid. He had been completely uninterested. Kevin could have offered Ryo everything he had and it wouldn't have been enough. Nothing he had compared to the greatest treasure of all, true love.
***Owari***
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