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Warnings: Male/Male sex. Graphic. Language. Violence. Oh! Really big lemon!
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The cigarette dropped out of Dee's mouth and his green eyes were on fire as he said softly. "Oh, my God!"
Ryo, going through his notes as he walked, turned to see what was wrong with his partner. Dee was staring in open appreciation at a long legged blonde, barely dressed in hip hugging shorts, high, red heels, and a shirt that showed ample cleavage. She was strolling by, oblivious to Dee's ogling.
Ryo frowned. It wasn't the first time that Dee had reacted to a pretty woman, but each time, Ryo had shrugged it off. Dee was never shy about his sexuality and tact wasn't part of his vocabulary. Ryo had long since grown used to Dee's 'rough around the edges' nature. This time though, Dee was staring for a lot longer, his appreciation lingering to the point of... 'real interest' was what Ryo was thinking, but he squelched it. Dee was bisexual. He did find both men and women desirable, but it hadn't occurred to Ryo, until that moment, that Dee might miss being with women sexually. Ryo didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to go where that realization was leading.
Dee sighed, and that didn't do anything to comfort Ryo, as Dee stuck hands into the pockets of his black jeans and hunched into his oversized tee shirt. "Well," he said. "Where to next, Baby?"
"Grunman's music store," Ryo replied, shaking himself out of his thoughts. "The informant said that they received regular deliveries from our suspect." There was a slight breeze. Ryo's honey colored hair whipped about his face in loose waves and he irritably brushed it back. "I need a hair cut," he muttered as he turned to lead the way down the street towards the store.
"Looks nice that way," Dee said absently as he lit up another cigarette and took a few puffs. "Makes you look soft and pretty."
"Dee!" Ryo grumbled, manhood insulted, but the comment had a deeper meaning now and Ryo felt his gut clench. Is that what Dee wanted? For him to look like a woman? "I'm going to cut it," he insisted stubbornly.
"Hmm," Dee replied wordlessly.
Ryo tried to read between the lines, tried to fathom what exactly that sound meant. In the next instant, he told himself that he was being ridiculous and that Dee certainly hadn't shown any signs that he was unhappy with him. It was stupid to mind Dee finding a woman beautiful. Dee was in a relationship, Ryo thought, not dead, and he was well aware that Dee had an overactive libido.
The street was run down, soot covering everything. A car back fired and the sound startled Ryo. It brought his mind back to the case. A drug distribution ring was working the old, hole in the wall, stores. With a clientele leading hand to mouth existences, with little extra cash to buy luxuries, the owners of the shops were often on the verge of going out of business every minute of the day. It wasn't a wonder that some of them had tried to supplement their honest sales with merchandise of the illegal sort.
"You look like you ate a lemon," Dee noticed suddenly. "What's wrong?"
"Nani?" Ryo smoothed out his expression. "Nothing, just thinking about the case."
"And?" Dee prompted.
Ryo stopped walking and turned to Dee. The taller man was looking down at him, his handsome face, under its rakish black hair, a study in attentiveness. He had green eyes a person could drown in, outlined by long, black eyebrows. Dee always called him beautiful, Ryo though, but Dee was entirely masculine and handsome.
"The shop owners are afraid," Ryo said, "I know that we hoped to find one of them, who wasn't dealing drugs, to give us information about those who are, but it's obvious that they are afraid for their lives."
"So, " Dee replied. "Do you think we're wasting our time here or something?" He sounded annoyed.
Ryo bristled. "You know that's not what I meant, Dee. I'm not a first year cadet!"
Dee puffed the last of his cigarette and then crushed it under his heel on the sidewalk. "Okay, then what are you getting at?"
"A little good cop, bad cop?" Ryo suggested.
Dee smiled and chuckled. "I get to be the bad cop. Nobody would believe you if you tried it."
Ryo bristled again as he retorted, "I can be bad!" Dee choked on laughter. "I can!" Ryo insisted, clenching his fists and glaring.
Dee quieted and, still smiling, he motioned Ryo to continue towards the music store as he conceded, "Okay, you try and be your bad self, then, Ryo, and I'll be the good cop this time."
It was Ryo's turn laugh. "Nobody will believe you."
Dee snorted. "If you can be bad. I can be good."
Ryo shook his head and began to reconsider. A case wasn't a joking matter. "I've changed my mind, Dee. I'll be the good cop, all right?"
Dee was stubborn. "No. " he said and then reached into his wallet and pulled out ten bucks. "Ten bucks says I make an excellent good cop."
Ryo frowned, but he took up the gauntlet. "All right. I'll take that bet, but on one condition."
"That being?" Dee wondered.
"That, if it's not working, we forget about it immediately," Ryo demanded seriously.
"Of course," Dee agreed, but then he smiled. "Get ready to pay ten dollars to me, Ryo. I'm not going to lose the bet." Dee shoved the ten dollar bill back into his wallet as he snarled at someone blocking their way to the music store. "Get the Hell out of the way, buddy!"
As they entered the music store, Ryo smiled and began planning on what to spend the ten bucks on. A coffee latte or maybe some classical music? Those thoughts ceased as Dee looked back at him grinning.
"I'm definitely NOT going to lose," Dee whispered back at Ryo with an anticipatory gleam in his eyes.
Ryo looked past him to see what had inspired his confidence, and then felt that clenching in his gut once more. A dark haired, beautiful woman, was behind the counter of the music store. She looked all of twenty and her breasts were stretching a skin tight, black shirt with the label of a band splashed across it. Her dark hair was a soft tumble of curls all around her. Her eyes were very large and blue and her lips were painted in deep, red lipstick. Those red lips smiled at Dee and Dee smiled back. Suddenly, Ryo didn't care about the bet any longer.
Dee sauntered up with a soft smile and leaned on the counter. He opened up his badge. "Dee Latener, Detective. Is it all right if we ask you a few questions?"
Ryo frowned and he didn't have to fake a bad mood. The woman's flirtatious smile turned down and she straightened, looking nervous. "Sure, I guess. The owner isn't here right now. Are you sure you don't want to talk to her instead?"
Dee gave her the full force of his sexy green eyes. "I think I'd like to talk to you."
The woman relaxed, but only marginally. "Okay, Detective Latener. What would you like to know?"
"We're investigating some drug trafficking," Ryo cut in impatiently. "We'd like to know if you've seen any unusual deliveries to the stores in the area."
The woman's blue eyes widened at Ryo's tone. "Are you a detective too?"
"Detective Randy McLain," Ryo said curtly. "Are you going to answer the question?"
"Calm down!" Dee said to Ryo, assuming the good cop persona. He smiled at the woman again. "Sorry about him, uh, what's your name?"
The young woman looked from Ryo to Dee nervously. "Sharon... Sharon Hue."
Dee took the woman's hand and gently shook it. "Pleased to meet you, Sharon. Like I said, don't mind him." He winked as if sharing a joke with her and leaned close. Ryo noticed that he was looking down her cleavage as he whispered, "He just doesn't like drug dealers or people who associate with them."
Ryo glared at Sharon. "We're wasting time!" he snarled. "Answer the question, Ms. Hue!"
"I... You don't have to yell at me!" Sharon's face crumpled as if she were about to cry. Dee patted her hand and Ryo felt bad for her. His face almost softened. He almost decided that he couldn't do it, be angry and forceful with such a nice... and then he saw her eyes shift, and her smile at Dee, and Ryo knew that it was all an act. She was doing it to get Dee's attention and sympathy.
"If you're going to be uncooperative, Ms. Hue," Ryo barked, "Then I won't have any choice, but to take you down to the station." He didn't say for what. She wasn't charged with anything. Legally, he couldn't do a thing to her. Seeing her playing up to Dee. Ryo almost wished that he could.
"McLain!" Dee said in an angry, protective voice. "I won't let you abuse another suspect!"
The woman's hand tightened in Dee's. "Suspect?" She echoed, beginning to panic and eyes going wide. "Am I a suspect?"
"Cooperating now will convince the judge to be lenient," Ryo growled back, "but, if it was up to me, I'd make sure the sentence was life without parole!"
"B-But, I haven't done anything!" The woman shouted in full panic now, pulling frantically at Dee's sleeve. "You have to help me, Detective Latener! He's made a mistake! It was Joe's Mart down the street, and the pizza joint on the corner... they're the crooks, not me! You have to believe me!"
"Ease up, McLain!" Dee snarled. "You don't have any proof this good woman did anything wrong. If I have to report your behavior again to the Commissioner, it'll be your badge!" He turned to Sharon and leaned close. "Don't worry," he reassured her in a soothing voice, "I'll take care of him. I won't let him make trouble for you."
Sharon sniffled and her eyes shone at Dee. "Thank you... Dee. Can I call you Dee?"
"Sure." Dee smiled warmly.
The woman wrote a phone number on a slip of paper and put it into Dee's broad hand. She let her fingers linger. "You are such a nice, man, Dee. Call me some time, okay?"
Dee closed his hand on the phone number and replied, "Count on it, Sharon. I have to go now. Will you be all right?"
Sharon nodded. Dee smiled and put the phone number into his pocket.
Ryo stalked out of the music shop and back out onto the street. A light rain had started. He stood in it, not noticing it, until Dee joined him. Ryo felt ill. He wanted to confront Dee then and there, but he was working a case. He didn't have the luxury. Instead, he shoved his emotions down deep, locking confusion and hurt in a tight box until he was done being Detective McLain for the day.
"Ten bucks," Dee said in satisfaction, holding out a hand.
Ryo pulled the cash out of his wallet and slapped it into his partner's hand. Dee winced as he folded up the bill and tucked it into the same pocket that held Sharon's phone number.
"Let's get lunch before we check out our two new leads," Dee said and then smirked, unaware of Ryo's pain. "I'm buying."
They sat in a restaurant booth by a window. The rain had stopped and the sun was streaming through the glass pane and warming them. A beam was playing in Ryo's honey colored hair, glinting in his dark eyes, and making his pale skin gleam. He looked like an angel, a troubled angel with a frown marking his handsome face.
Ryo poked at his chicken salad with a fork, staring down into it as Dee wolfed down a hamburger and then began finishing off french fries with pleased noises. Ryo started when the noises stopped and something poked at his lips. He narrowed his eyes and saw that it was a french fry held by Dee.
"You're going to waste away," Dee said seriously. "Eat some fat!"
Ryo stared into Dee's eyes and then slowly opened his mouth. Dee gently pushed the french fry inside. Ryo closed his lips and then, with Dee still holding onto the french fry, he sucked the ketchup off of it and then pulled back until the french fry was sliding out of his mouth again. He did this several times, Dee's eyes going glassy and his mouth opening slightly in astonishment as he watched.
"Want to order some more fries so you don't have to share?" The waitress asked with a raised eyebrow and pencil poised over an order pad. A button on her uniform had come undone. A lace, pink, bra peeked out. Dee glanced at her in a daze, saw the bra, and then stared for the space of a few heartbeats, before dragging his eyes back up to the waitresses' face.
"Uh, no thanks," Dee stammered.
The waitress looked from Dee to Ryo and then shrugged as she walked away. Ryo couldn't help the anger that washed through him. As Dee looked back at him, Ryo leaned forward and bit the french fry in half. Sitting back, he swallowed it and lowered his eyes to his salad again, feeling angry, embarrassed, and confused.
Dee was quiet. He wasn't eating any more. "What was that?" Dee demanded softly at last. "You die of embarrassment when you burp in public, so I know that something's wrong when you decide to deep throat my french fries in the middle of a restaurant and then act like you hate me." He shoved his plate of food aside, and leaned towards Ryo earnestly. "You know I'm thick headed about all of this emotional stuff, Ryo. You know you have to tell me when I'm pissing you off. Is it about losing the bet? Do you think winding me up and then ignoring me is some kind of revenge?"
Ryo shifted uncomfortably in his seat, not sure whether he could bring himself to tell Dee what was wrong. How could he accuse Dee of wanting women? It was the same as accusing him of wanting to cheat, and that wasn't an insult Dee would take without getting very angry. Ryo didn't relish making a scene. The incident with the french fry had exhausted all of his daring for the day.
Ryo shoved his salad aside. "I guess I am upset about the bet," Which wasn't much of a lie. "Sorry, Dee. Let's get back on the case and check out our new leads."
Dee grunted sourly as he slid out of the booth. "I didn't know you were such a sore loser." He smiled as he draped an arm over Ryo's shoulders as Ryo slid out of the booth to join him. "I'll have to remember to let you win the next bet."
Ryo snorted, but found an unwilling smile. "LET me win? I usually win all of our bets, Dee. I have the most common sense, remember?"
Dee replied, in a tone of voice that made Ryo wonder if Dee suspected his true thoughts, "Not all of the time."
They split up to question their two leads. When they met up at an old liquor store much later, Dee was scowling, hands jammed deep into his pockets and smoke wreathing him from his cigarette, as he leaned against the store front in defeat. Ryo wasn't feeling any better.
"My lead was nervous and tight lipped, "Ryo reported as he flipped through his notes. When he reached the last page, he began making more notes. "He said that he didn't know of any illegal activity and that he ran a clean business."
"The exact words mine used, except that he was shouting them at me in Korean and hitting me with a broom," Dee grumbled as he touched a bruise on the side of his face. "I guess he didn't like his honor questioned."
Ryo reached out and touched the bruise. Dee grabbed his hand and kissed Ryo's fingers. Ryo smiled. Dee smiled. It was a warm moment. Out of the corner of his eye, Dee saw something flying towards them. He jerked Ryo out of the way by the hand that he was kissing. Ryo stumbled and fell. The missiles flew over his head and splattered over the front of Dee's shirt. Eggs.
"Fags!" voices laughed derisively and the sound of running feet alerted Dee to the fact that his attackers were children.
"I thought that I was having a good day, " Dee muttered as he helped Ryo back to his feet. "Are you all right, Baby?"
"Yes," Ryo replied shakily and then looked with big, dark, eyes full of astonishment and guilt at the front of Dee's shirt. "Dee! Why didn't you dodge? What if it had been something besides eggs?!"
Dee grunted. He retrieved the still burning cigarette he had dropped and took a long puff. Blowing out a plume of smoke, he replied tersely. "I was too busy saving you to worry about myself."
That struck Ryo hard and he felt even more guilty. Dee hadn't known what was being thrown. He had risked himself to save his life. Doubting Dee's fidelity, doubting his total love and commitment, was worse than wrong, Ryo felt now. He hugged Dee hard. Dee grunted in surprise and hugged Ryo back one handed as he held his burning cigarette out to one side.
"Uh, Baby," Dee said at last. "You just smashed eggs all over you."
Ryo smiled as he broke the hug and looked down at the mess on them both. He felt a tear in his eyes. "I don't care."
Dee chuckled. "Okay.... well, I guess we're done for the day. No one is cooperating. The area has become hostile. We've taken a direct hit. I think we deserve to knock off early." Dee put an arm around Ryo's shoulders, partly in defiance of the people who might be watching and, like the children, disapprove, but mostly out of a need to reassure and calm himself. He was trying to look calm and matter- of- fact, but his heart was hammering. Ryo was right. It could have been worse than eggs.
Ryo was calling the station and checking out for them both. Dee watched the light play on his beautiful features as the sun slanted towards evening, soon to be blocked by the dilapidated buildings. Something had been troubling Ryo, he felt, but he didn't know what that could have been. Now, Ryo was relaxed and Dee felt himself forgiven. Dee was glad, even though he didn't know what he had done wrong. Ryo was the other half of himself and he couldn't stand for that half to pull away from him, to be angry, to act as if he were on the verge of... Dee shook that thought away. No, he couldn't even entertain that thought, the thought that he could make Ryo upset enough to leave him.
"Dee?" Ryo was looking at him, had been standing and looking at him for some time.
Dee blinked, smiled, and tried to find the words he wanted so much to say to Ryo, but they were tangled up, as usual, and he found himself pressing his lips hard together to keep from saying something incoherent and stupid. At last, he gave up and said. "Let's go home, Ryo." Ryo smiled at him as if he had rattled off poetry. That confused Dee even more, as if Ryo had read his mind, taking his thoughts of love straight from the source and understanding. God! he thought. They were made for each other. No one else, but Ryo could ever understand him like that!
Ryo walked beside Dee towards their parked car. He had seen in Dee's eyes an unmistakable look of love. He hadn't looked at women that way. He hadn't risked his life for them. He hadn't said, in a tone that was warm and so full of his commitment and love, 'Let's go home.' It was all for him and only him, Ryo felt, and he was happy and content.
Their car was parked in front of a seedy sex shop. Women's lingerie decorated the soot covered window. A red teddy was highlighted on a headless, female dummy. Dee smirked as he looked at it. He jerked a thumb at it and winked at Ryo. "I think you'd look good in that little number, Baby."
Ryo went cold all in an instant. He stared, blushed to his ears, and didn't know what to say. The moment of love and understanding was suddenly blown away and he felt naked and exposed to a cruel wind. Dee saw his stunned expression and laughed... laughed at him as he opened the car door for him.
"You're not going to get mad are you?" Dee smirked, but then laughed and winked again, "Don't let your masculinity get in a bind, or nothin', but you would look real good in red silk." As Ryo slid into the passenger seat, still numb and not sure what to think, De leaned in after him and kissed him, slipping in his tongue. Ryo melted. He closed his eyes. An awful picture formed in his head of himself wearing the red teddy and Dee laughing. He jerked away from Dee and put a hand to his mouth, hiding a trembling of lips behind it.
Dee stared. He scowled. "I'm in the dog house again, aren't? What the Hell did I do now, Ryo?" He glanced back at the teddy and then at Ryo again. "That?! Is that what you're mad about? I was just joking!" As Ryo continued to sit, stiff and still, he sighed in exasperation and slammed the door closed. "Okay, whatever! Let's deal with this at home, not on the freakin' street!"
As Dee climbed into the driver's side and started up the car, Ryo looked toward the passenger side window. He saw the children, street punk, teenagers in gang clothes making crude gestures. More eggs flew and splattered on the window. Dee swore, began to get out again, but Ryo stopped him.
"Forget it. Just... let's just go," Ryo begged.
Dee growled. "All right, but they'll be here tomorrow when we come back. You can't ignore shit like that, Ryo."
"I'm not... not ignoring it," Ryo replied. "I just don't feel like dealing with it now... Tomorrow, okay?"
"Yeah, fine," Dee snapped back and put the car in gear. As he pulled away from the curb, he said under his breath. "I swear, women aren't as moody as you are!"
They couldn't stand the smell of eggs long enough to reach home. They stopped at the station, showered and dressed in spare clothes, and then went home from there... all in silence.
"Okay," Dee said as he slung his keys onto the dinette in the kitchen of their apartment. Reaching into the refrigerator for a beer, he cracked it open as he sat down heavily in a chair. "I'm all ears, Ryo. Tell me what has you so hot."
Ryo picked up a rag, wet it under the tap, and began to clean the sink counter with it, avoiding Dee's eyes. He was surprised when Dee pressed up behind him and pried the rag out of his hand.
"Now I know you're upset," Dee said. "The first thing that you always do is lock up your gun and mine. You've done that without fail for years. Tell me what's going on Ryo."
"Kamaimasen," Ryo replied with a pinched mouth as he still tried not to look at Dee.
Dee groaned. "Crap! Japanese! You REALLY are upset. This has got to be the worst. You forget to lock up our guns, you're cleaning, and you're breaking into Japanese. That means you're angry, embarrassed, and unwilling to talk to me about what ever's eating you."
Ryo clutched at the counter with both hands, wondering how to avoid the confrontation. It would have made it easier if he had been sure that he was right about how he was feeling, but he wasn't. It was too much like jealousy, possessiveness, and plain fear, fear of losing Dee to a need he couldn't ever fill.
"Bicky will be home soon," Ryo said in a last ditch effort.
Dee checked his watch and then held it in front of Ryo's face. "We came home early, remember? We have two hours."
Ryo broke out of Dee's embrace and headed out of the kitchen. Dee followed on his heels. "Ryo! I know you! You're going to stick your head in the sand and hope it all goes away... whatever it is..., but it won't. You know I don't know something's wrong unless it hits me with a sledgehammer!"
Ryo went into the bedroom and opened the safe. He took off his shoulder holster and slipped out the gun. Checking the safety, he put it into the box and then held his hand out silently for Dee's gun. Dee complied, simmering impatiently, but Ryo took his time and did it right. Once he had the safe locked and put away again, Ryo sat on the bed and slowly took off his shoes. Dee stood, staring, wondering, and then becoming surprised when Ryo began unzipping his pants as well.
Ryo knew, ultimately, how to distract Dee completely from whatever thought he had in his mind. He wasn't ready to talk about what was troubling him. Like any good detective, he wanted to be sure of his facts first before he offered an accusation.
Ryo slipped his pants down and then off, flipping them away to land untidily on the floor. He fell back onto the bed, stared at Dee in a longing manner, and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He didn't know if Dee was fooled or not. It wasn't in Ryo's nature to ever initiate sex. He had such a slow libido, he often needed days of coaxing from a needy Dee before he could 'get in the mood' enough to oblige him. This bold advance was something new and he could see from Dee's dark flush that it was exciting him as well as puzzling him.
"Are you... changing clothes?" Dee asked in a tight, disbelieving voice, wanting to be sure before he allowed himself to truly get excited.
"No," Ryo affirmed and opened his shirt. He blushed and looked aside in embarrassment as he slowly lifted his knees until he was exposed. "I really want to be with you, Dee. You... You aren't too tired, are you?"
Dee smirked. "Never!" He exclaimed and threw his clothes off. Naked, he clambered onto the bed and kneeled by Ryo's knees, taking in the sight of his willing lover with the same attitude a child might have when presented with a whole candy jar. He licked his lips in anticipation.
Ryo dared to look at his lover and was reassured. The sight of Dee's bobbing, dripping erection was proof positive that Dee's desire wasn't fading. Wanting men, wanting Ryo, wasn't a passing fancy. Dee stroked his own erection with a broad, erotic motion, his other hand sliding along his washboard stomach. His green eyes, under their long, dark brows, were almost glowing with desire.
"Want me?" Dee asked in a sultry voice. "Tell me you want me, Baby."
Ryo blushed deeper. He was never comfortable in the first part of lovemaking. He supposed it was residual guilt that he was about to do with another man what everyone had told him lifelong was wrong. Perhaps that deep seated guilt was another reason that he doubted that Dee could want only him, that he wouldn't try and revert back to a more normal lifestyle. For Ryo, there wasn't a choice. His few, brief relationships with women, had been lacking in something important. They had all seemed hollow, responses automatic and lacking in desire. With Dee, Ryo had found his true desire, his true love, and a self knowledge that wouldn't allow him to pretend again that it was women he wanted. He was gay. It was men that he wanted. It was Dee's twitching, dripping cock that he desired, his masculine scent, his rough skin against his, and his strength above him and in him.
"I want you," Ryo replied at last, very serious, so serious that Dee frowned a little. Ryo reached down the length of his body and closed his hand around Dee's swollen member. The soft, hot skin under his fingers sent a wave of painful desire through Ryo.
Dee groaned low in his throat and bent over Ryo. Ryo kept a hold on his cock, stroking it gently, driving Dee wild as the man claimed his mouth and darted his tongue inside to dance with Ryo's tongue. He was so strong, Ryo thought, so hard and muscular; so in command of their lovemaking. Ryo felt very submissive and it thrilled him. He liked surrendering himself to Dee, being willing and pliant under Dee's broad hands and demanding body. Lifting his legs, having Dee plunged inside of him and claim him utterly, watching Dee's face twist and screw up with pleasure, gave Ryo a sense of completion, two halves becoming one, a gift being bestowed. He never tired of it, never wanted it differently, and never wanted to give it up or doubt that Dee felt the same.
Dee broke the kiss and asked breathily. "Want a taste?"
Ryo whispered in his ear, "Yes."
Dee sat up and straddled Ryo's upper body. Resting his hands on the backboard of the bed, he angled his dripping cock at Ryo's lips. Ryo closed his eyes and dared. His tongue flicked out and took up a dollop of precum. Swirling his tongue over the head of Dee's cock, Ryo coated it and then gave it a small suck, swallowing the saltiness that was all Dee.
Dee shivered. He looked down at his beautiful Ryo, pre cum, dripping from pink lips, face red with a blush under his fair skin, and honey brown hair tousled and framing his face, making him look enticingly feminine and masculine at the same time. Dee pressed the tip of his cock against Ryo's soft lips, begging silently, and Ryo oblige with a smile that was as warm as sunshine. His lips parted and the long length of Dee's cock slid inside to warm, wet, rasping tightness.
Dee groaned. He was going to cum and he was determined not to allow it. He pulled out. Ryo's eyes opened in surprise as the large intruder withdrew, leaving a string of precum trailing between Dee's cock and Ryo's lips. Ryo's tongue licked out and took it in, breaking the wet bond.
As if released, Dee moved down, hands rubbing and pinching Ryo as he felt an overwhelming urge to posses his lover, pull him inside of himself somehow, and make him a permanent part of himself. It was a confusing, powerful feeling, and Dee wasn't sure how to satisfy it. He pulled on Ryo's nipples, squeezing the hard nubs and kneading the flesh of each pec. Ryo winced and groaned as pain and pleasure intermingled. Dee bent and nipped at them with his teeth, grazed them, suckled them hard while his hands slid behind Ryo's back and cupped a buttock in each broad hand. He squeezed hard there too, possessively pulling Ryo's ass apart and exposing him, letting the air touch and tickle that sensitive, vulnerable part of his lover.
A small part of both Ryo's and Dee's mind understood what was happening. Dee was satisfying his need to dominate and Ryo was satisfying his need to be dominated. He was unresisting in Dee's hands, blushing and trying not to let embarrassment ruin the moment or make him resist from stung masculinity. He allowed Dee to lift up his hips and work a thick finger inside of him, bending his legs back and exposing himself to that invasion completely. Ryo turned his face away and even pulled up a part of a blanket to hide behind as Dee worked him hard.
Dee pulled his finger out and pulled the blanket down. He smiled lustfully at Ryo and said, as if Ryo had any will left to resist. "All right?"
Ryo nodded and then hissed with pleasure as Dee bent and began licking him between the legs, teasing his genitals with a devil tongue that didn't relent no matter how much Ryo arched and squirmed under the assault. He was enjoying Ryo's manhood thoroughly, rubbing a face rough with five'o' clock shadow against tingling skin, suckling and nuzzling with abandon.
"You taste so good, Baby!" Dee breathed as he pushed Ryo's knees far apart and exposed him in another way. Ryo complied, throwing back his head and panting as he felt himself culminating, readying for an explosion. "Come for me, Baby. Let me see your face when you shoot."
Dee suddenly deep throated Ryo and Ryo couldn't hold himself back. He thrashed and bucked, feeling a tear run down the side of his face as he rode the waves of an incredible orgasm. Dee didn't pull up. He sucked hard, taking in and swallowing every drop.
Ryo collapsed, limp, and spent, every nerve singing Dee's praises. He smiled lazily and reached out for Dee as he lifted his legs. "Come here, koibito."
Dee wiped at his mouth and licked his lips as he positioned himself between Ryo's legs. Ryo reached out to the side table, opened a drawer, and pulled out a tube of lube. He tossed it to Dee with a slow flick of one wrist and Dee caught it with a sensuous grin. Smearing the lube generously over his cock, he tossed the tube aside and then gripped Ryo's knees.
Ryo gritted his teeth as Dee pushed his knees back to his chest. He knew what that signaled and he braced himself for a deep penetration. Dee didn't waste any time. He was swollen and ready to burst almost coming as he put the tip of his cock against Ryo's entrance and then pushed past the ring of muscle. Ryo hissed, but the lube did its work and Dee's thick length seated inside of him all the way to his prostate. That sensation was almost unpleasant after already coming, but, when Dee began to thrust, that unpleasantness turned to pleasure.
Dee slid hands underneath Ryo and cupped his ass once again. He squeezed Ryo's ass hard and lifted him up and back as he used that position to piston in an out of his lover hard. The hot, tight sheathe of Ryo's body, the scratchy ring of outer muscle, sent Dee to heaven in an instant. He shot cum in a burning gout, emptying himself, claiming his lover and his mate as he cried out hoarsely and spasmed.
Panting hard, Dee relaxed and kissed Ryo deeply . He smiled into his lover's face and sank fingers into his honey colored hair. "Love you, Baby," Dee sighed.
"Love you, Koi," Ryo breathed back and rested with his eyes closed and Dee stretched out between his legs, enjoying their closeness.
Dee finally moved reluctantly, rising up and grimacing as the stuck together at certain points on their skin. "I need a shower," he said as he climbed off of the bed and bent to gather his clothes off of the floor.
Ryo enjoyed the show, watching a naked Dee bending and straightening as he retrieved each piece of clothing and then dropped them onto a chair. He dug around in his pocket and pull out his notepad, change, and wallet. The change he threw into a bowl, the notepad he set aside carefully for later, and his wallet he opened and began rummaging through.
Ryo smiled and continued to lay, stretched out languidly amid the tumbled pillows and sheets. His smile dropped when Dee took out a slip of paper, looked at it seriously, and then slipped that paper into his notebook. It was the scrap of paper with Sharon's phone number.
Ryo went cold as ice. Dee turned, saw his expression, and went very still. "Ryo? What's-" he stopped and looked back at the notepad, remembering what he had just done, going over previous actions in his head, and, the good detective that he was, putting two and two together. He turned back to Ryo, jaw clenched and angry. "You think I'm cheating on you, don't you?!" he snarled out at last.
Ryo winced and withdrew into the bed, curling up and pulling the sheets and blankets around him, feeling miserable. Dee pursued him, climbing rapidly onto the bed and jerking his covers away. He glared down into Ryo's face, capturing his chin, and pulling his head around until they met eye to eye. Dee's expression was very angry, but there was a deep seated bitterness to, the look of someone who had expected certain things to happen and was sorry that he hadn't been disappointed.
"I was keeping the phone number so that I could call Sharon tomorrow before we headed out," Dee explained tightly. "So that I could arrange a private interview with her. I thought that , if she was away from the store, she might give up some more information. Why did you think differently?" Dee grimaced. "No, you don't have to answer that. You thought that, because I'm bi, that I'll lay anything. Isn't that right? That I can't be satisfied with just you, that I have to have some snatch on the side?"
Ryo flinched at the crude term. He replied in a small voice. "I saw you looking at women. I- I can't compete with that Dee. I know that. You want both men and women."
Dee let out an exasperated sound, hands leaving Ryo's face as he pulled at his own disordered black hair in frustration. "Why do people always think that about bisexuals? Why do people think bisexuals can't keep it in their pants and be monogamous? Men... women... what's it matter? Sex is sex and the only person I want to have sex with is a certain black eyed detective who doesn't even trust me!"
"I-I," Ryo swallowed hard. "I'm sorry, Dee. I just thought.... "
"That I'm a slut?" Dee finished harshly. "I waited a long time for you, Ryo. Years! Did you think I was banging women all of that time? I wasn't with anyone! Not anyone, Ryo! I was so celibate I was a candidate for sainthood! I only wanted you. I still only want you. Jeez, Ryo! I just had my face in your balls and your trying to tell me I don't want you!"
Ryo snickered at Dee's crudeness and put a hand to his mouth in shock. It didn't seem appropriate to the seriousness of the moment, but he couldn't help it. He snickered again and hid his face against his pillow in acute embarrassment.
"Are you laughing or crying?" Dee wondered with a frown. He took hold of Ryo and pulled him up into a sitting position facing him. He caressed Ryo's cheek and saw Ryo trying to suppress a smile. "You are impossible, sometimes, you know that?' Dee told him. "When are you going to get it through that pretty head of yours that this is for life, me and you, till death do us part, and all of that?"
"Now, I think," Ryo said and hugged Dee against him, resting his cheek against Dee's heart as he became more serious. "I'm sorry. I guess I was jealous and... stupid. I just love you so much, Dee. I don't want to lose you. I'm sorry that I assumed that, because you desire both men and women, that you would want to have both."
"Jameson."
Ryo blinked and looked up at Dee in confusion. "N-Nani?"
Dee widened his eyes in mock astonishment. "You don't know his name? Tall, muscular, rock, solid chin, blue, blue eyes, and he wears those dark suits that make him look like a wet dream?"
Ryo blushed to his ears. "Ah..."
"I see you remember what he looks like," Dee drawled and grinned down at Ryo with a twinkle in his eye.. "He's in records, by the way, because when I saw you watching him with your tongue on the floor every time he walked by your desk, I made it my business to check out my competition."
"Competition?" Ryo echoed and then quickly shook his head, hands on Dee's chest as he sat up and reassured him anxiously, "No, No, Dee, he's not completion for you!"
Dee raised eyebrows. "Why not?"
"Because I don't want him... not really... I," Ryo floundered and then understood. "I just like to look at him," he finished lamely.
"You lust after him, don't you?" Dee accused. "He makes you stiff when he bends over to give someone a file, doesn't he? Why don't you want him to do you?"
Ryo burst out, knowing the answer with all of his heart, "Because I don't love him!"
Ryo panted, emotionally exhausted and totally ashamed of the way he had treated Dee. Dee nodded, knowing he had made his point. He cupped Ryo's chin in his broad hand and looked deep into Ryo's eyes. "I may look, Ryo. Hell, I know I always will, but... I don't love them. I love you. I only want to be with you... okay?"
"Yes, wakarimasu, Dee. I understand now. I am so sorry for doubting you. Please, forgive me?" Ryo begged.
Dee tipped Ryo backwards by the chin until Ryo lost his balance and landed on his back on the bed. Dee crawled on top of him and nuzzled his neck. "We both were stupid. I shouldn't ogle other people in front of you and you shouldn't not tell me when something is wrong. Let's... ," He licked at Ryo's earlobe as he slid between Ryo's legs. Ryo shivered and gasped. Dee smiled and said, ever the opportunist, "Let's make it up to each other."
Owari
Phew! (shakes sore fingers) very sappy and sweet, but I love those kinds of endings. ^_^