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Warnings: Guys having sex with guys. Graphic. Violence. language.
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"I really wanted to give you a ring," Dee said, staring at the rain drenched road ahead as he drove through the mountains.
"Just me?" Ryo wondered, piqued. He was curled up comfortably in the passenger seat, reading a book, his honey brown hair a tumble over his handsome face.
"Well, matching rings," Dee clarified. "But we already discussed that. It would be too dangerous if we were undercover or taken hostage. The bad guys would use that against us."
"I know," Ryo replied as he turned a page of his book. "You don't have to explain, Dee."
"Still, you could wear a ring," Dee continued thoughtfully. "The whole ceremony seemed off because we didn't do that."
"Off?" Ryo snorted. "The church was vandalized. We said our vows to each other with 'fags die' and other, less nicer things on the walls all around us."
Dee shrugged, but his face had tightened at the memory. "Your aunt was right. That didn't matter. Where we were, or what it looked like, wasn't what was important. The ceremony was. I wanted it to be perfect."
Ryo smiled as he looked up at Dee. He reached out and squeezed the hand on the wheel closest to him. "It was, Dee. Some of the things you said... I was very surprised. You told me I was the best thing that ever happened to you, the light of your life, and your reason for living. You told me you wanted it to be forever and beyond forever if you could arrange it with God. I wasn't expecting that. You told me we would only say the usual vows."
"They didn't say enough," Dee replied, looking embarrassed now.
"I wish that I could have said something equally as caring, Dee," Ryo admitted with a sigh, "but I'm not very good at being spontaneous. I just want you to know, that I feel the same way about you." He smiled softly. "This is so strange! Here I sit, married to a man and going off to my honeymoon with a man. I never would have guessed that my life would take this turn, but I'm glad that it did Dee. There isn't anyone I would rather spend my life with than you."
Dee smiled, but he still felt disappointed, "I'm glad you feel the same way, Ryo, not that I doubted it, but, still, a ring is important, a token of the promise we made to each other. I don't think I can get over missing that part of the ceremony. Are you sure-"
Ryo dropped his hand. "I'm not your wife, Dee. We're partners, lovers, best friends. If I just wear a ring, people will think-"
"Here we go again!" Dee grumbled, losing his good humor all at once. "Worrying about what other people think!"
"Why don't you wear the ring, then?" Ryo wondered pointedly.
Dee scowled, "Because..!"' He scowled even more. "Okay, I get it. I guess I don't want to be the 'wife' either."
They both fell silent, the sound of cars on wet pavement going by them, the pattering of the rain on the windshield, and the windshield wipers filling that silence.
"Matching tattoos!" Dee finally said brightly. "You can wear Dee and I can wear Ryo!"
Ryo frowned suspiciously. "I'm beginning to think that you want to 'mark' me so that people know I belong to you."
Dee grinned, "Well, yeah!" he said enthusiastically and then ducked and shouted, "Owww!" as Ryo's thrown book hit him in the shoulder.
"Everyone here is gay?" Ryo asked as he looked around the main room of the lodge. It was rustic, everything wood and overstuffed leather. A huge fireplace, with elk horns above it, adorned one wall. A few people were sitting in chairs in front of it laughing and talking. It looked comfortable.
"That's what Rose told me," Dee replied absently as he juggled the room key and part of their luggage. "Ryo!" he complained, "A hand, please!"
"Sorry, Dee," Ryo said as he took some of the luggage and followed Dee up a long line of rough hewn stairs. "It was nice of Rose to suggest this place, considering."
"Yeah," Dee said as he read the room number on the key and pointed down a hallway at the top of the stairs. "I was definitely suspicious. Penguin helped me with the wedding arrangements, but a nun doesn't know anything about where two men can get a room together without being hassled."
"Two o four, " Dee said and unlocked the door with the corresponding number. Swinging it wide, he dropped his luggage. Ryo crossed arms over his chest and glared. "Aw, Baby!' Dee complained. "It's traditional!"
"Not much about this marriage is-" Ryo began to growl, but Dee cut off his words with a kiss. Slipping his tongue in, he tasted Ryo. Ryo sighed and fell into the kiss, body relaxing against Dee's as something subatomic met and spoke to each other. It was so right. So sweet. So everything! Dee scooped Ryo up into his arms, carried him one step into the room, and then put him down just as he began to struggle in protest.
"There!" Dee said as he brushed his hands together in satisfaction and then turned to pick up his luggage again. "You really have to learn not to be so uptight, Ryo."
"It's beautiful," Ryo replied.
Dee smiled. "Yeah, wasn't it?"
"No, the room, baka!" Ryo retorted.
Dee turned with the luggage and entered the room. He had to agree. It looked as if a top designer had tried to win a hundred awards for being fashionable and comfortable. Leather chairs, blonde pine furnishings, fluffy white rugs over sand colored, low pile carpeting were arranged casually, but with an eye towards guests facing each other, being close and relaxed, and enjoying each other's company. The bed was separated by a smaller room. It was covered in a dark bedspread, but black and red silk sheets peeked out from underneath and the abstract painting of soft colors definitely had an erotic feel to it. When Dee put down the luggage and went into the bathroom, he wasn't met by white tile, but by dark blue tile bordered in red, the tub a Roman, sunken extravagance that Dee immediately imagined them both in and doing-
"Dee!"
Ryo's voice was unmistakably panicked and shocked. Dee rushed back into the main room and found Ryo in the small kitchenette, staring at the floor. Dee stopped in the doorway and stared. A dead man was sprawled out on the linoleum, eyes wide and staring and blood congealed all around him.
"Shit!" Dee burst out. "What the Hell? Call down stairs!"
Ryo nodded numbly, looking at Dee as he reached for the phone on the wall. "Dee?"
Dee, beginning to shiver in reaction, looked at his lover. "What?" Was all he could muster in a choked voice.
"I know him," Ryo said as he held the receiver tensely and raised a hand to the buttons of the phone.
"Know him?" Another shock. Confused, Dee tried to make sense out of that. "Who?"
"The missing person case," Ryo replied quietly. "He's the missing young man."
"Well, it's case closed, so stop thinking about it," Dee said grumpily as he sat on the bed. The room was identical to the old one, except the bedspread was white, the bathroom had red tile with a blue border, and there wasn't a dead body in the kitchenette.
Ryo was hanging their clothes in the closet, face thoughtful. "It's not case closed," he replied. "It's expanded."
Dee took out his pack of cigarettes, but Ryo said without turning, as if he were reading Dee's mind, "This is a no smoking room, Dee."
"Great!" Dee replied sarcastically. "Wedding ruined, honeymoon ruined, and now I can't even smoke! What's next? Is a car going to come through the wall while we have honeymoon sex?"
"Dee...," Ryo began anxiously.
Dee glared. "Let me guess, you're not in the mood now and you want to go solve this case?"
Ryo didn't turn, but he was twisting a shirt in his hands. "Maybe we should try again later? The mood is definitely gone. I don't think I want to remember our honeymoon this way."
"And you want to solve this case," Dee persisted.
Ryo was quiet and then he replied, "What are the odds that the very man we were looking for turns up at this lodge in the very room where we were supposed to stay?"
"One in a million," Dee replied and went thoughtful too. He was too much of a detective not to think about it, but he shook his head sharply and grew angry again. "Forensics has him now and this isn't our jurisdiction, Ryo! We have three days of bliss and I intend to have them even if a body shows up under every couch cushion."
"But, Dee," Ryo began to protest.
"Keep saying my name, Baby," Dee said in a low growl as he suddenly left the bed and strode to Ryo, "because you are going to be moaning it in a minute! I'm going to make you forget about work!"
Ryo fended Dee off and made space between them again. "Dee! I'm really not in the mood!"
Dee growled in frustration, raking hands through his dark hair. "Fine! Okay! Whatever! I need a drink!" he snarled. "I'm going down to the bar!"
"Dee...!" Ryo complained, but Dee was out of the room and slamming the door closed before he could react, reach out for him, or simply apologize.
Thunder and rain sounded outside. A vandalized church, a dead body in their honeymoon suit, an angry argument, and a thunderstorm. Ryo wasn't superstitious, but he couldn't help a cold thought that wondered if they were jinxed, doing something that was wrong, and being punished some how. Coincidences, the detective side of Ryo scoffed, but it was just too much chance to stomach without needing some reason, some higher... Ryo shook his head sharply. Was he upset about the church? Yes. Was he upset about the dead body? Of course. Was that all he was upset about? Ryo wondered. Maybe, a traitor thought surfaced, it was the marriage itself that was bothering him too. When he started to believe coincidences were punishments, if even in a small way, then he had to start questioning himself.
Ryo went to the window with a sigh and stared out at the rain. Lightning lit up the tall trees and the nearby mountains intermittently. He supposed what bothered him the most about the marriage was Dee's unconscious slips, his repeated assumption that Ryo would wear the ring, wear white, and , finally, that Dee would consummate their marriage by taking charge and, essentially being the 'groom'. It pricked at Ryo's masculinity. He had accepted the marriage believing that it was an affirmation of their relationship. Now he was beginning to wonder if Dee wasn't trying to make it something else; perhaps an opportunity to force Ryo to play a role that he couldn't accept, that made shame and guilt gnaw at the edges of Ryo's happiness.
It was easier to shy away from the knowledge that their relationship had caught on a snag so soon, and to think again about the dead young man. He deserved more than to be thought of as a last in a string of mishaps, a story to tell as entertainment years later, and an incident that, with time, would seem even humorous. Yes, he deserved more than that and Ryo wished he could make things right. They had three days. The coroner would take one, maybe two to decide what had killed him. One day wasn't long enough to join the local investigation and draw any helpful conclusions.
The honeymoon was over, Ryo thought bitterly as he picked up the phone and pushed buttons. There was a case to solve and he needed more time.
Ryo regretted the phone call an hour later. The storm was still going strong and Dee hadn't returned. Ryo wondered what he had been thinking to even consider making the call. Why had he given up so easily? Isn't that what Aunt Elena had raked Dee over the coals about, thinking that any mishap, even an ugly one, could stop them from loving each other and being a couple?
Ryo rubbed at his eyes and hated himself for being weak, for not taking the time to cool down, and for disappointing himself and Dee. When Dee found out... Ryo could imagine the scene already.
Ryo decided to take a shower to wash away the long car trip and to pull himself together. He needed to be fresh and clear headed when De returned and he needed to make another phone call. Dee had been right, he told himself, the case had moved out of their hands. Forensics had the body and another jurisdiction would be investigating the case. Forget it, he ordered himself. File a report in the morning and leave it at that. Dee needed him. Dee needed everything to turn out right. He didn't need something so important to him to be abused so badly. He didn't need the man he loved to give up so easily.
The bar was full of lovers, smoke wisping every where, glasses clinking, and voices soft in conversation, as warm as the fire in the fireplace. Dee nursed his drink at the bar, trying unsuccessfully not to notice the couples, his body hunched over and hair hanging down and hiding his sour expression. It wasn't until he was into his fourth drink, that Dee realized that he couldn't avoid the truth either. Ryo was right. He hated that realization. He didn't want it to be true.
A man had turned up dead at their feet, a man they had been looking for. Maybe things had been going pretty badly for them luck wise, but that kind of bad luck was against the odds. Something was up. To ignore it, especially when it was a case they had been assigned and unable to solve, was against either Dee or Ryo's nature. The honeymoon WAS over and it was time to do their jobs and solve the mystery no matter how they felt about it.
Dee smashed out his cigarette butt into an ashtray and almost stood, intending to talk to Ryo, but then he thought of the room and what it signified, the end of a perfectly miserable experience, and he settled in his chair again, ordered another drink, and lit up another cigarette. Ryo wasn't going anywhere. He'd made it plain that he wanted to be left alone. In retrospect, Dee didn't blame him. They saw victims every day, both dead and alive, but it was something different to have it land on their own doorstep. After everything that had happened, Dee thought, the more sensitive Ryo was probably a basket case.
"Alone?" A body settled into the chair next to Dee's.
"Taken," Dee grumbled automatically and then flushed. This wasn't a regular bar. This was a bar in a resort catering to gay couples wanting to get away for some romance. The likelihood of someone going there to pick up miserable detectives was nil. "Sorry," Dee apologized. "Habit."
"I bet," The man said. He paused to order a drink and then turned in his seat towards Dee. "You're a good looking man. You probably hear pick up lines all night long."
Dee looked at his new companion then, curious. Lanky, Dee noted, with a face like a hatchet and scarred from a bad bout with acne. Blue eyes. Thin lips. Almost bald. The combination should have gone against him, but he was wearing a dark turtle neck sweater and he filled out a pair of blue jeans very well. It made him look fashionable and rugged.
"Thanks," Dee grunted, took a long pull from his cigarette, and then blew the smoke across the bar as he reached for his drink.
"I guess I suffer from an over developed curiosity," the man said sheepishly, "I heard about the dead body in your room and I thought maybe I could buy you a drink and you could tell me about it."
"Reporter?" Dee wondered with a grunt of disgust.
The man smiled. "That transparent?"
Dee shrugged and took a burning sip of his drink. "I'd like to help you out, but I'm a detective," Dee told him. "I can't divulge information during an investigation."
"But it's not, technically, your investigation," the man pointed out., "and, technically, you aren't working."
"Technically," Dee echoed irritably as he took a long drink. He swallowed, put his empty glass down, and then stood up as he flipped bills onto the bar counter. "Technically, mister, I'm always on duty, just ask my partner."
Dee strode out of the bar, oblivious to the angry look the reporter exchanged with another man nearby. That man nodded and stood up as well. He checked something in his coat pocket and then slowly followed after Dee.
Ryo was asleep on the bed, a robe half open, a towel wrapped about his neck, and not much else. It looked as if he had taken a shower and then had fallen asleep drying off. The glimpse of long, pale limbs, toned, yet not hard, and the slightly darker member nestled in the curve of his legs was enough to make Dee's heart hammer even as his thoughts turned bitter again. Why couldn't it have been perfect? Why couldn't they have had a sweet, hot, loving honeymoon? Now he was going to be lucky if Ryo allowed him to hold his hand!
"Baby?" Dee murmured as he tossed off his jacket and sank onto the bed next to his lover.
Ryo stirred, yawned delicately behind a languid hand, and stretched his beautiful body like a cat. He blinked dark, liquid eyes at Dee and then smiled a slow, sweet smile that was all for him.
It was hard to talk when Ryo looked at him like that, but Dee made the attempt, knowing the words had to be said. "I'm sorry, Ryo. You were right. We need to investigate this case. As much as-"
"Nani?" Ryo said, startled, and sat up on one elbow, facing Dee with wide eyes. "I was going to apologize to you, Dee! We are off duty. This is our honeymoon. We are out of our jurisdiction. I was wrong to get upset, to insist that we work when I knew how important this was to you."
Dee scowled and went cold. "Important to me? What about you?"
Ryo blinked. "I..."
His lack of an explanation hurt Dee even more. He turned away, fists clenched and head bowed. "Yeah, okay, I see where this is going. I thought you were with me on this. I thought you wanted it as much as I did. Guess you were just humoring me, right?"
Ryo sat up all the way and inched forward until he was pressed against Dee's back, robe falling open all the way. He wrapped his arms around Dee's long waist and rested his cheek on Dee's shoulder blade. "I love you," Ryo replied. "I know you needed the wedding to prove to everyone that you weren't the bad boy you used to be. I know you needed it for your own sense of what's right. You were raised catholic. You were taught that being together with someone you love, without benefit of the church, is wrong. I do understand that, Dee."
"Yeah, well..., " Dee struggled. His brow clenched over his green eyes. He wasn't good at expressing himself with words. "I wanted to promise you that I'd always be there for you, officially, in front of witnesses, too. I know you doubted me in the past. I didn't want you to have to doubt me in the future."
Ryo heard something between the lines. He asked, carefully, "Did you want my promise as well? Did you doubt me? Dee... maybe you're doing it subconsciously, but I keep feeling as if you want to... posses me, mark me, show me to everyone and say, 'he's mine'. Maybe you're feeling that you have to make us more traditional, like husband and wife, because what we have doesn't seem safe or permanent enough."
Dee felt a wave of heat go through his body. "I-I just..., " he struggled again. "I don't want to lose you, Ryo, ever!" Those words surged up from his heart, said with hesitation and embarrassment. Dee didn't like revealing his insecure side, the orphan that was always left behind, passed over, rejected as too tough and to much a part of the slum. "Sometimes, " Dee forced out. "I wonder why you're with me. I wonder if you'll leave. I- I just wanted to know that it's forever by making it traditional. I guess I thought that was the only way I could finally believe that we were going to stay together."
Ryo kissed his shoulder and held him tighter. "I didn't choose you lightly. You know that, Dee. I made absolutely sure you were serious, committed, and faithful, because I knew, once I gave all of myself to you, that it would be forever and that I would never want to be apart from you again. Dee... this isn't our wedding night. Our wedding night was the first time that we made love. That was my promise that it was going to be forever. Don't you know that? I married you that night. I didn't need a piece of paper, a church, or anyone's official sanction. I made a decision and I won't regret or revoke it."
Dee turned and brought Ryo into his arms and Ryo straddled his lap, nuzzling his neck with a smile. Dee blinked back tears and whispered hoarsely. "I don't deserve you."
"You do," Ryo replied as he leaned back and brought Dee with him until his back touched the cover of the bed and Dee was positioned on top of him. Ryo was blushing already, but he as determined to be bold. "Make it seem like the first time, Dee."
Dee did feel a tear slip out then and run down his cheek. It glistened as it dripped down onto Ryo. Ryo caught it with his finger and kissed it. Dee was capturing Ryo's mouth with his own then, while his and Ryo's hands struggled to pull off his clothes. They ended up slung everywhere, Dee's shirt on top of a lamp and the rest scattered all around them.
Like the first time, Dee thought, and moved slowly, as If Ryo were the tender, shy virgin he had been and Dee the experienced lover preparing him to be deflowered and loved liked he had never been loved before. Awe. He felt it again, just like the first time, touching Ryo's skin gently, caressing nipples, kissing his delicate belly button, running a hot tongue along Ryo's creamy neck, marveling at his beauty, at his trust, and at the heavy responsibility he had been gifted; to make Ryo's first time as painless as possible and the most wonderful experience of his life.
It had been hard, Dee remembered. Ryo had been very sensitive. Even with care, it had hurt. Ryo had born it with courage, opened for Dee willingly, and trusted him when he had whispered that the pain would stop in a moment, that it would feel wonderful. Dee whispered those words again as he cupped Ryo's ass in his broad hands and pulled him into position.
Dee slipped a hand under his pillow, to the tube of lube he had left there, hopeful. Now he used it, taking his time, entering Ryo slow and careful, watching his lover's face as Ryo arched his back and gripped him with a virgin's desperation and fear. It was like going back in time, listening to Ryo's short, soft gasps, feeling Ryo's erection hard between them, rubbed to excitement by both of their hot bellies.
"Love you," Dee breathed into Ryo's ear, and began to thrust with long, slow movements. He was able to control himself for a few brief moments, but, just like the first time, he soon lost control, every fiber of his being centering on his swollen cock and the need to push into and fill Ryo's hot tight sheathe.
Dee pounded into Ryo and Ryo cried and sobbed into his shoulder, falling into the past, as he gasped the words he had back then, "HN! Hurts! No, don't stop! Dee! Love you! So'kay! Keep... yes, keep doing it! Hurts, but... good... feels good! Love you, Dee!"
Dee didn't pull out as he came, instead, he pushed deeper, as deep as he could go, wrapping arms around Ryo and pulling him up and against him, cradling him as he thrust spasmodically, emptying hot, thick seed into Ryo, claiming him, making his lover his in a very base, animalistic way. Ryo came as well as that fluid hit his sweet spot. They both cried out, thrashing and locked together, bodies shuddering as waves of pleasure coursed through them.
Afterwards, they stayed locked together, pulling the blankets up over them and snuggling down into the warmth of a goosedown mattress. Ryo fell asleep at once, honey lashes soft on his flushed cheeks. Dee smiled as he kissed Ryo gently, murmuring as he fell asleep as well, "Perfect."
A phone was ringing. Dee sleepily groped for where he was used to leaving his cell phone on a side table at home. His hand felt empty air. Opening blood shot eyes, he realized where he was and reached up to the top of the headboard. On the flat shelf there he found his cell phone. Pulling it down, he flipped it open and mumbled, "Latener here."
"Dee?" It was J.J.
Dee sat up, one hand raking back his dark hair as he growled low and threatening, drowning out whatever J.J. was saying next. "This had better be an emergency, J.J. or you're dead!"
"Huh?" J.J. was startled and confused. "It's ten o' clock in the morning, Dee! I didn't think it was rude calling this late. Besides, you called off the Honeymoon, right? That's what Ryo told the night shift, that you had a case to investigate and that you wanted to update your information."
Dee glared sideways at the sleeping form of his lover at his side. Like an angel, Dee though, soft hair falling into his beautiful face and his lashes like delicate fans over his closed eyes. So, innocent... so pig headed! He had made up his mind last night to pursue the case, without even waiting for Dee to get back to the room, and had called the station without consulting him. Even if they hadn't been lovers it was still an insult to Dee as Ryo's partner.
"Okay," Dee said tightly. "I'm awake. What's your information?"
"That's just it," J.J. said. "There isn't any. The Chief did give you clearance to work with the locals though, and that's all I have to give you right now."
"Not much...," Dee grumbled.
"So," J.J. asked in a false tone of nonchalance. "How's the honeymoon going?" It was obvious he was hoping it was turning out as badly as the wedding. He still had hopes of winning back Dee.
"Wonderful," Dee replied hotly. "I just screwed Ryo's brains out last night and he loved it! I-"
Dee's revenge was curtailed, his explicit description cut short by another voice talking to J.J. at the station.
"Did that guy catch up to Dee and Ryo?" Dreig's voice.
"What guy?" J.J. replied.
"A guy showed up and wanted to know who was working on that missing person case, " Dreig replied. "He said he had some information for Dee and Ryo. He wouldn't give it to me. Said they'd been good to his mother, or some such crap, so he thought he could trust them."
Dee scowled. "So you gave him the name of where we're staying?" Dee demanded.
"Yeah," Dreig replied. "I knew Ryo was all wound up about not solving the case. I thought you'd be happy to get some leads."
"Not on my honeymoon!" Dee snarled back. He calmed himself with an effort. "Okay, done is done. What did this guy look like?"
Dreig described the victim to a tee. Dee blinked, feeling a coldness sink into his belly. Their missing person had come looking for them! Kind to his mother; Dee understood then. Ryo had been very solicitous with the victim's mother, making her tea and listening to her pour out her sorrow, offering her as much comfort as he could. That kindness had not gone unnoticed.
There was only one conclusion that Dee could draw. The missing man had been in hiding. He had sought out their help because he was in trouble. In the area of town where he had originated, Dee didn't have to think hard to come up with good reasons. Drugs and gangs topped the list.
"Okay, well, thanks, guys, for capping off a perfectly lovely honeymoon," Dee growled and hung up on Dreig and J.J. He glowered, arms crossed over his chest. He glared down at Ryo. As if his look had some effect on Ryo, the handsome man stirred, and then opened his dark eyes. Dee waited for those eyes to focus and then he grunted, "We have to talk."
"Talk?" Ryo mumbled sleepily as he turned on his back. He smiled lovingly up at Dee and then reached up to touch his face. Dee caught the hand and pressed it hard in his.
"You called the station last night," Dee informed him. "They just called back. I need to know, Ryo, why you made that speech last night, about not getting involved in the case, when you had already decided to?"
Ryo looked suddenly alarmed and guilty. He sat up. "D-Dee! I'm so sorry. I was going to call them back last night and tell them that I had changed my mind. I-I fell asleep and then you came back to the room and made me forget all about it!"
Dee was relieved. He hadn't wanted to think that Ryo had lied to him. "Okay, Baby, I'll swallow that one, but, I've got some news that won't give us that option any more."
"What is it?" Ryo rubbed at his eyes to clear them of the last vestiges of sleep. The look he gave Dee after that was pure detective.
"Our dead friend asked Dreig where we were staying," Dee told Ryo. "He was looking for us, said he trusted us because we had been kind to his mother."
"Looking for us," Ryo echoed thoughtfully. "And then he died. We'll have to wait for the coroner's report to determine cause of death. Otherwise we won't know whether it's a homicide, suicide, or drug related."
Dee nodded. He raked his hands through his dark hair, releasing Ryo as he stood up and stretched. "Time for work, I guess." He turned and smiled at Ryo. "Well, at least last night was special."
Ryo smiled in return, his heart in his eyes. "Very special," he breathed. "I won't ever forget it, Dee."
Dee reached out and cupped Ryo's chin, he leaned down and captured Ryo's lips with a deep kiss. His hand trailed down Ryo's slim neck, along his shoulder, and to one nipple. Dee kneaded that nipple and felt it go erect as Ryo moaned into his mouth. Dee smiled against Ryo's lips and pulled Ryo up, guiding him by that hot, hard, pink bit of sensitive flesh. Ryo continued to moan.
"Bath," Dee breathed, breaking the kiss and grinning. "Let's get cleaned up. I'm sure we can do a better job... together."
"Together," Ryo agreed with shinning, dark eyes full of desire and allowed Dee to lead him into the bathroom.
"You are not going to believe this, Detective Latener," the coroner said over the phone. Dee was rubbing a towel through his wet hair, seated on the bed with just a pair of black, silk, pajama bottoms. He was still a little winded and flushed from more than just the bath.
"Try me," Dee replied.
"Your victim died from hemorrhaging and heart failure, caused by several bags of cocaine in his gut," the coroner replied, "I found something else in his gut as well. A very small, metal bottle with several papers in it."
Dee sat up and draped the towel across his shoulders, face astonished. Ryo came from the bathroom, smiling sweetly and looking like a sated angel in his bathrobe. He paused when he saw Dee's expression and he came closer, curious.
"The cocaine bags burst?" Dee clarified as he reached for note pad and pencil from Ryo's side of the bed.
"Yes," the coroner informed him. "Classic problem with most couriers who try that stunt."
Dee scribbled the note and Ryo frowned as he read it. "So much for a simple missing person case," Ryo murmured and turned to get dressed.
"And the bottle?" Dee prompted the coroner.
"That's the odd part," The coroner replied. "The papers were reduced photocopies of account ledgers for a business."
"A drug front?" Dee wondered.
"You're the detective," the man replied with a chuckle. "I've handed the evidence over to some men we have here. You can coordinate with them."
The coroner gave Dee their names and he scribbled all of the information down. After he had hung up the phone, he began to dress as well. "Looks like we have a dead informant," Dee told Ryo. "I think he was trying to give us the lowdown and kept the proof in his gut for safekeeping."
"So, his death was accidental?" Ryo guessed as he pulled a comb through his honey brown hair.
"Looks like it," Dee replied as he slung on his coat. "If he was that afraid, then someone must have been on to him. Still, pretty stupid to chase all the way after us instead of just going to the station."
Ryo frowned. "I don't know about that. If someone knew that he was trying to give evidence, he might have been afraid that they had the police stations staked out. Finding out that we had gone upstate to a lodge, might have seemed the perfect solution to him, to get to officers he trusted and not endanger himself."
Dee moved up against Ryo, putting strong arms around his lover. "You're so sexy when you're thinking deep."
"Doukeshi!" Ryo snapped, pushed Dee off, and turned away. "We have work to do."
Dee came up behind Ryo and pushed his pelvis against Ryo's backside. He kissed the back of Ryo's blushing neck and held him close again. He made several small thrusts with his hips and Ryo blushed even hotter. "Case this morning and then Honeymoon again after lunch," Dee suggested.
"Hm...'" Ryo sighed, almost succumbing to Dee's sensual movements, but then he recovered with an effort and wriggled out of Dee's grasp with a frown. "I'm sore and we are not rabbits. Besides, I don' think the other officers will understand if we only work a half day."
"Sore?" Dee was nibbling at Ryo's neck again. "If you hadn't been so wild in the bath tub, I could have prepared a bit more."
Ryo turned cherry red and ducked his face in embarrassment.
Dee chuckled sexily. "Just like a virgin, so shy," he said. He slipped a hand along Ryo's hip and then lightly cupped a growing erection. "Naughty virgin," he chuckled again, playing the role to the hilt. "Are you sure this was your first time, Ryo, Baby? You were so good and you are so ready for more, aren't you? Let's be late, then we won't have to worry about leaving early."
Dee kneeled and nuzzled Ryo's hardness through his lover's pants. Ryo gripped his shoulders as if he intended to push Dee away, put the hands gripped convulsively instead as Dee opened his mouth and found the sensitive head. He sucked. Ryo made a strangled sound and pulled Dee closer. Dee grabbed Ryo's ass in both hands and squeezed.
"Z-zipper," Ryo gasped.
"Beg me," Dee smirked.
"Dee!" Ryo moaned as Dee suckled again. "P-Please... Zipper. We-We can- we can be a little late."
"Very naughty, little virgin!" Dee breathed around Ryo's erection. "Why should I take down your zipper? What do you want me to do?"
"Dee!" Ryo complained.
"Tell me," Dee demanded. "Tell me what you want."
Ryo hid behind his fall of hair, head lowered and turned to one side, as he whispered, "Unzip my pants, take it out, and s-suck it, Dee."
Dee began to obey, unzipping Ryo's pants with warm hands and a satisfied smile. "One day, Ryo, you're going to say all of that without being embarrassed."
"Dee," Ryo moaned impatiently.
"My, what's this?" Dee said in mock amazement as he freed Ryo's erection and stroked it. "Say it," he urged and his hand stopped. "Say it or I won't-"
"Penis," Ryo choked.
Dee shook his head. "I think it's called something else..."
"Cock," Ryo corrected himself.
"And you want me to do what with it?" Dee teased.
Ryo was quiet, shivering.
"Baby?" Dee prompted.
"Suck my cock, Dee," Ryo whispered.
"I think I can do that," Dee smirked and swallowed Ryo's erection whole.
Ryo cried out, hands clutching and body shaking.
There was a firm knock on the door. Dee paused, Ryo's erection still near his tonsils. His green eyes rolled in shock and irritation at the door. Ignore it, he decided and pulled up, sucking hard, to the very tip of Ryo's erection. He licked the slit there and the precum, salty and thick. The knock came again, harder.
"Dee," Ryo breathed, eyes opening from their half closed ecstasy.
Dee frowned and deep throated Ryo again, making his lover moan long and loud and forget about the door.
Again a knock, much harder now, a pounding that made Ryo pull out of Dee's mouth. "Dee, answer the door!" Ryo prompted as he turned away and tried to find a way to get his zipper up with a stiff erection. Failing that, he ducked into the bathroom.
"Shit!" Dee exclaimed with fists clenched. He wiped his mouth and stood up, his own erection a tent in his pajamas. Snatching his towel from where it had fallen, he held it so that it hid his hard on as he walked awkwardly towards the door. He didn't need to bother. He was already going limp, anger replacing desire. "You better be saying last rites, who ever you are, 'cause I'm going to kill you!" Dee muttered.
Dee opened the door and a gun was stuck in his face. He froze and looked down the barrel at a big, burly man in a sports coat, blue jeans, and t shirt. His face was a hard slab with a bent nose and his eyes were little and as deadly looking as his gun. He scowled impatiently. "Get back in... move slow," he growled.
Dee backed up and the man followed, closing and locking the door behind him. He faced Dee and did what Dee hoped that he wouldn't, glanced around and then narrowed eyes at the bathroom.
"Get out here! I know there's another one of you in the bathroom!" The man snarled.
"Why don't you tell me what this is all about?" Dee interrupted moving between the man and the bathroom door.
"Come off it!" The man snapped and shoved the gun barrel into Dee's gut. "You know! You took the drugs off Lenny! I know you didn't give them to the police. There wasn't any report on 'em! I want 'em back. Nobody takes from my syndicate! Lenny was my mark, too. You cost me some cash killing him. I'll make you pay me back in spades!"
"I didn't kill Lenny and I didn't take your drugs," Dee explained, looking for an opening, but not seeing any chance of one while the gun was pressed up against him.
"Yeah, right!" The man drawled derisively. He looked towards the bathroom again. "Get the Hell out here now! I had enough of waiting for you dumb fags to come out of this freakin' room! Get my drugs, fancy pants," he said to Dee, "while I get your freakin' fag boyfriend out here. Dumbass is probably peeing his pants."
Holding the gun on Dee, the man stepped towards the door of the bathroom. Bad move on his part, Dee thought, and waited, tense and wound like a spring. His opening came at once. As the man came up to the doorway, Ryo's foot came lashing out, catching the man in a judo move to the head. The man sprawled, gun flying from nerveless fingers. Dee shoved the gun further away and then grabbed the man up by his shirt. Looking into Dee's burning, angry eyes the man, dazed, went pale.
"You, dumbass, have just made the biggest mistake of your life!" Dee snarled, dark hair a rakish fall over his furious face. "I was just getting this honeymoon back on track and then you had to come along and ruin it again. I'm going to-"
"Dee," Ryo said softly in Dee's ear.
Dee paused in his tirade, not taking his eyes off of the now terrified hit man. "Yeah?"
"He didn't ruin it," Ryo said softly.
"Huh?"
"He just solved the case for us," Ryo explained. "We can drop it now in the local's lap and finish up where we left off."
Dee narrowed his eyes, nostrils flaring. "Right where we left off? Promise?"
Ryo laughed, soft and sensual. "Promise."
Dee dropped the hit man and the man fell heavily to the floor. Dee paced over to the gun and picked it up. He checked the chamber and found it full of bullets. "Tisk, tisk," he said mockingly to the man. "Looks like you're heading for a jail cell." He flipped open his cell phone and dialed the local station. He glared down at the man who was just grasping that he had not only failed, but that he was going to jail for a long time.
Still holding the gun on the hit man, Dee snagged Ryo by the waist and pulled him in close. Keeping his eyes on his prisoner as the phone dialed, he demanded, "Promise me again, Ryo. I want a chance to make this honeymoon perfect. I'm determined. I don't intend to fail. Promise me, after shithead here is taken away, that we'll forget about all of this and try again."
"I promise," Ryo said and then lovingly as he touched Dee's arm reassuringly, "but you don't have to try anymore to make it perfect, Dee."
Dee spared a glance of surprise. "Why not?" he was ready to be bitter, ready to be angry, but Ryo's next words made his heart clench with happiness.
"Just being with you," Ryo told him, "made the wedding and the honeymoon perfect, Dee. You are the only thing that matters to me. You are the only thing I need to make me happy."
"God you're beautiful!" Dee sighed passionately, "Inside and out. Jeez! I think I'm going to cry!"
"I think I'm going to be sick!" The hit man groaned.
"Shut up!" Dee and Ryo both said at the same time and then smiled at each other. Partners and lovers, it was perfect, what they had together, and they really didn't want it any other way.
OWARI...........
*_* Faints from sappiness overload.....