Doughnuts at the 27th Precinct

By Brit Columbia

Part Two: The Hunted

Pairing: Dee and Ryo

Fandom: Fake

Spoilers: To Volume 7 & and beyond

Rating: teen. Kissing and talking about sex.

Timing: Set in March, toward the end of Dee and Ryo's first year together.

Summary: Dee corners Ryo at the 27th. Sparks fly.

Disclaimer: These characters belong to Sanami Matoh, not me. I make no money doing this. I love Dee and Ryo, so I write stories about them.

Author's notes: Read and review. This one is mostly Ryo's POV, but we skip back to Dee for the very end.

Thank you to mtemplar, the_ladyfeather, and moontatoo

Doughnuts at the 27th Precinct

(Part Two of Two)

Judging by the look on Dee's face, Ryo knew he had just made, in his partner's opinion, a typically airheaded suggestion.

"Why not both?" Dee complained. "A ten-second kiss now, and a ten-minute kiss later. I'll work better for it, you know."

"Not a chance. I thought I made myself clear last time you pulled this monkey business--no more kissing at work."

"I don't remember that conversation at all." Dee moved closer to Ryo, who hastily snatched up a sharpened pencil to ward him off. Unlike the ones on Dee's desk, Ryo's pencils were always sharp.

Dee batted it out of the way and insolently tweaked Ryo's nipple right through the thin fabric of his shirt without taking his eyes off his partner's. Ryo wondered indignantly how Dee could know the exact location of his nipples without even looking. He himself would have had to look. He raised his hands to protect himself because it looked as if Dee was going to try it again. Stepping quickly backwards, he suddenly felt his wheeled office chair strike the backs of his legs. He all but fell into it, and quickly looked up at Dee from his chair, the extent of his disadvantage striking him for the first time. As Dee took another step toward him, Ryo seized a second implement of self-defense. This time, it happened to be a calculator.

"Dee, I'm warning you..."

"Geek," said Dee. "What are you gonna do with that? Multiply me to death?"

"No, but I'll probably whack you with it if you don't back off."

"That little thing? It'll probably turn me on, not slow me down." Dee's grin was distinctly wolfish.

Ryo tossed the calculator aside in disgust, realizing Dee was right. Being whacked with a calculator would probably translate in his partner's twisted mind as a new and exciting method of foreplay. Ryo continued to roll backwards in his chair until he was brought up short by the wall. There was nowhere left to retreat to, and the fact that Dee was regarding him with an incredibly annoying expression of gleeful triumph brought a scowl to Ryo's face.

"You will kiss me," Dee informed him. "Resistance is futile."

Ryo raised a foot. "Don't make me kick you. And don't pretend you don't remember the 'no more kissing at work' conversation we had last week."

"I thought we were talking about blowjobs," protested Dee, eyeing the foot warily.

"You know perfectly well we weren't. Now are you going to back off, or what?" To Ryo's surprise, Dee actually did take half a step back, but his eyes were suddenly fixed disconcertingly on a spot on the wall. "What are you looking at?"

"Don't move, dude," said Dee softly, without taking his eyes off whatever it was he was looking at. He reached for Ryo's latest copy of Sharpshooter.

"Dee, if you think I'm going to fall for such a cheap trick, you've got another thing coming."

"Whatever. Just let me kill it." Dee came forward slowly, still looking at the wall.

Ryo fought the urge to turn around and look. What if there was really something there? He hoped it wasn't a cockroach. They gave him the willies. What if it jumped on him? He slumped down further in his chair, trying to suppress a shudder.

Dee raised the magazine. He was almost directly above Ryo, so close that Ryo could detect the smell of his own designer deodorant wafting down from Dee's armpits. That irritated him. Ever since Dee's first shower in Ryo's bathroom, Dee had apparently developed some kind of fixation on using, correction, using up any products he found there. Yet every time Ryo thought about speaking sternly to his partner on this topic, something always distracted him.

The magazine hit the wall with a tremendous whack. "Gotcha!" Dee cried.

"Did you get it?" Ryo asked anxiously.

"No, you adorable, clueless, hot-looking stud. I was talking about you." In a flash, Dee dropped down so that he was suddenly astride Ryo's legs, and was in fact pinning his partner's legs down with his weight.

"What?" Ryo was outraged. You mean there wasn't any damn cockroach?" He pushed hard at Dee's chest with both palms. Dee naturally resisted.

"Now, did I at any time say the word 'cockroach'? Be fair, my love. I think I've more than earned my kiss." He brought both hands up under and between Ryo's straining arms and knocked them down onto the armrests on either side of the chair. Then he quickly leaned his weight on both of Ryo's forearms, holding them in place.

Ryo swore, and struggled mightily, feeling himself go red in the face. How the hell did his partner think these things up so consistently, and why couldn't he see them coming? Maybe Dee was right and he did have a nonexistent guard. Or could it be that Dee was just a conniving, manipulative, sneaky, self-serving son of a bitch? Yeah. He liked that one better.

"Dee, let me go," he snarled, glaring up at Dee, whose face was now only inches from his own. His partner's breath smelled rather distractingly like cinnamon. Despite himself, Ryo's eyes were drawn to the other man's mouth, and most specifically his full lower lip. It blurred slightly in his vision as he felt Dee pluck his reading glasses off the bridge of his nose before setting them carefully on a nearby filing cabinet. He belatedly realized that Dee's action had freed one of his own arms - he could use that arm to push him away! His agitated brain sent the message down to his arm: push Dee away. But his arm didn't listen. Instead, it stole around the back of Dee's neck and pulled him down toward Ryo's suddenly-impatient mouth and waiting tongue.

The kiss was glorious. Kissing Dee always was, and for the past year or so, it seemed to Ryo that every time Dee kissed him, it went straight to his penis and stirred it to life, no matter where he was, or what he was doing. He knew that Dee, from his position on Ryo's lap, could probably feel the effect he was having down there between Ryo's legs, and was probably already getting ideas. Ryo knew he ought to stop, knew he was behaving recklessly, but had no more success with getting his mouth to obey him than he had with his arm. The taste of Dee's mouth and the masculine-sexy smell of his body were absolutely intoxicating.

Finally, it was Dee who broke away, panting, his pulse leaping at the base of his throat. They looked at each other almost wildly, their breath mingling.

"You complete and utter bastard," breathed Ryo.

Dee climbed off his lap and blew him a teasing kiss. "Love you too, babe! You were magnificent in your surrender, by the way."

"Oh? Well, you're going to be magnificent in yours tonight. And equally magnificent in your inability to walk properly tomorrow. We may even have to stop at the drugstore and get you an inflatable doughnut cushion."

Dee gave a shout of laughter. "Is that a promise? Should I start looking forward-- er dreading it, then?"

"I wouldn't look forward to it, if I were you," said Ryo firmly, hoping his penis would decide to return to its normal resting state sometime soon. "I'm totally in the mood for revenge."

"Revenge? Hey, now. YOU kissed me first, remember?"

"I did not! You kissed ME. At work, like I specifically told you not to. And you're gonna pay for that tonight. Now get back to work. You can start by unlocking the door."

As if on cue, Ryo's phone rang, and he turned away from Dee dismissively to answer it.

After obediently cranking the lock back on their office door and leaving it partially ajar, Dee returned to his desk, trying not to let a big shit-eating grin creep over his features while he was in Ryo's line of sight. "I'm gonna need a... doughnut cushion?" he muttered to himself disbelievingly. "Dude!" He proceeded to finish off Drake's discarded doughnut while dreaming of the night to come.

Finally, something to look forward to.

-end-

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Author's notes: Of course, Ryo is kidding about the doughnut cushion! He's not really going to hurt Dee. But he's certainly going to teach him who's boss. And that person is not Dee.

Also, re 'another thing coming' versus 'another think coming', I'm one of the 'thing-ers'. I've never liked 'think'. To me the meaning of the phrase changes significantly, depending on which word one uses. 'Think' implies that you ought to think it over or think again, but 'thing' seems to have more of a threat to it, in that someTHING other than the thing you were expecting is coming toward you as a result of your erroneous thinking! Anyhow, it seems to be subjective. By all means, contribute your two cents. As with anything grammar or language-oriented, I have a great deal to say about the subject, but Peacewish was the only person who was willing to enter into it on my LJ. (Thanks Peacewish! That was fun.) Everyone else was like, Thing? Think? Who the hell cares? *Sigh. Puts soapbox away.*

Regarding the Drake/JJ lemon, I think you can expect to see the first installment in about a week. I'm hoping that on the weekend of the 6th I'll be able to get it posted on my LJ. Of course, it will be a bit longer before it shows up here, but that's only because I reeeeally want you to go to my LJ. (I has cookies…)

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