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Chapter List
- 1-Keep It Down
- 1
Ryo's
Journal part 1: Keep It Down

Pairing: Dee/Ryo

Rating: NC-17

Notes:   Sexual acts between two men in a
loving relationship.

Spoilers: All 7 volumes

Timing: Set in
Early October of their first year together

Summary: Dee and Ryo get sexy at the 27^th
Precinct.

Disclaimer:   I do not own these
characters. They are the property
of Sanami Matoh. I am not making
any money from this.

Thank you to
the wonderful Blue Simplicity for being my trusty beta.



Dee
and I have been working third shift for a couple of weeks now, which is pretty
unusual for us, and the lack of sleep is really starting to grind us
down. At this particular time we're working on a series of nightclub
shootings, which are looking gang-related. This means we often have to start
work two or three hours before the scheduled start of our shift. The people we
need to question are keeping late hours, and therefore, so must we. I
really wish we could crack this case and get back on first or second shift
again. I feel out of step with the rest of the world. The only good
thing about third shift is that I get home in time to get Bikky up for school,
and we're usually able to have dinner and spend a few hours together in the
evenings before I have to go to work. I only hope he's not wandering
around by himself late at night, as he has been known to do in the past.
I can't very well phone him at midnight and say, "Are you sure you're at
home, in bed and asleep?"

Another
reason, apart from lack of sleep, that Dee and I are both getting a little
frustrated is because it seems as though not only are we working all the time,
but we're never alone for longer than a few minutes. Almost everyone in the
whole C.I. division is pulling together on this case, except for Ted and Marty,
who are busy on a big case of their own. Someone's always popping their
head into our office to either ask for or provide new information on the
shootings. The commissioner alone came in to see us four times last
night.

On
his final visit, which was not long before 6 a.m., he asked to see what I was
working on, so I vacated my place in front of the computer and he took my
chair. I was standing behind him, pointing out details in one of the
pictures of the latest crime scene, when I heard Dee's chair slide back and he
came over to look, too. Dee mentioned something about the angle of the body,
and then he began stroking his hand slowly up and down my back. I responded
instantly -- I couldn't help it.   I think I must have made some
small sound, because the commissioner said, "Hmm? What was that,
Ryo?" and then I had to quickly think of something to say. I tried to get
Dee to stop, but as I was kind of caught between Dee at my back and the
commissioner in front of me, I couldn't get away. Dee reached forward and
pointed to the screen. His body pressed lightly up against mine. Was he
crazy? I thought Rose would be bound to notice,
but he didn't turn his head

"The
gun is on the wrong side of the body," he said. "According to
Umberton's daughter, he was left-handed."

Rose
was interested. "Are you sure it just didn't happen to fall there when he
was shot? Or perhaps the force of the bullet spun Umberton around before
he fell."

"Nope,"
Dee said, and now I felt his other hand on the back of my thigh.
"According to Perez, Umberton fired two more rounds from down on the
ground. Something's not right."

"Exactly,"
Rose said, and then he turned around to look at us. Fortunately, Dee had
anticipated that, and had melted subtly back.

Rose
continued. "Do you think Perez could be -- What's the matter Ryo?
You look somewhat feverish. Are you feeling all right?"

I
managed to stammer something about being a little under the weather, and the
commissioner looked at me all concerned and actually told me to go home an hour
early!

"Laytner
can finish this paperwork up for you," he said. "Get a little
rest. We need you back here in good form tomorrow. I feel like
we're getting close to a breakthrough in this case."

I
wished I could have turned around to see the look on Dee's face at the mention
of paperwork. Instead I just protested about how it wasn't necessary for
me to leave early, that I wanted to get the files put back properly anyway, and
an hour would go by in no time at all.

Rose
got out of my chair and faced me with a sigh. "You're such a
soldier, Ryo. I wish I had ten more like you." He gave Dee a
meaningful glance, and headed toward the door. "Go over Perez'
statement one more time, Laytner. It might be necessary to interview him
again tomorrow. Let me know if you've got anything."

No
sooner was the door closed behind him, than I was opening my mouth to give Dee
a piece of my mind. I never got the chance. He fixed me with that
intense green gaze of his and pushed me backwards until I felt my shoulder
blades thump against the door.

"Dee!
What the hell are you doing?"

"Shut
up and kiss me before anyone else walks in here," he growled against my
lips. "Oh, and keep it down." Then his mouth was claiming mine
in that wonderful way he has of being tender and demanding at the same
time. I don't know why, but I can never resist him when he does that to
me. His hands were roaming over my body, continuing their earlier
exploration. I melted and clung to him, moaning into his mouth while he
sucked on my tongue.

After
a minute, he pulled back and chuckled huskily. "I thought I told you to
keep it down," he said, nudging his hip against my growing erection.

"I
can't, you bastard. Why do you always have to do this to me at work?"

Just
then, the door jolted against my back as someone tried to open it.

"Hey
you two, what's wrong with the door?" It was JJ's voice.

My
eyes flew to Dee's in alarm. His hand shot out and snatched my coat off
the rack next to the door. He thrust it into my arms, and pulled the door
open.

"Yo,
JJ, what the hell do you want?"

JJ
eyed us both suspiciously. I was glad I had the coat to hold over my
crotch.

"I
just wanted to cross-reference the file on the Harring Corners robbery with the
Umberton hit because it looks like ballistics got us a match. Are you
guys going somewhere?"

"Not
me, but Ryo is. He's not feeling well, so the commish is sending him home
early. I'm gonna finish up around here."

JJ
peered at me. "Yeah, you do look a little strange," he
said. "Well go home and take care and all that, and...don't worry,
Dee-Sempai, I'll give you a hand with all this paperwork it looks like you're
getting stuck with!" He laughed irritatingly. Sometimes that
JJ really tries my patience.

"Uhh,
thanks, but don't you have your own work to do? And your own partner?"

"Oh,
I'm sure he can spare me for an hour or so. Besides, I'd like to discuss
these two cases with you. It's always such a pleasure to work with you,
Mr. Sexy! I think we'd make a pretty good team, don't you?"

"Not
this side of Hell," said Dee flatly. He grabbed his smokes from the pocket
of his coat, and picked up a file from the corner of his desk. "I'm
going down to the street with Ryo. The Umberton file is somewhere on my
desk if you want to borrow it. Make sure I get it back, though."

He
followed me through the door and then said over his shoulder, "If you want
to get started on that paperwork on Ryo's desk, be my guest. I'll be back
up in a while when I've had a smoke."

I
felt rather than saw JJ practically explode with happiness.

"YOU'VE
GOT IT, MR. PERFECT! See? I always knew you needed me!" He scurried
back into the office to begin organizing paperwork for his hero.

"He's
probably going to jump you the minute you get back," I muttered
resentfully at Dee as we headed down the corridor.

"Yeah,
that'd probably be very true if I had any intention of going back in," Dee
smirked, and waved a bound manila folder at me. "But I plan on being
quite busy elsewhere until it's quitting time."

"What's
that you got there?"

"Perez'
statement, dork. I'll find myself a nice little hiding place to go over
it in, but I've got a couple more important things to do first."

"Like
what, for example?"

"You'll
find out when we get downstairs."

"Dee!"
I warned. "You'd better not be planning what I think you're planning.
It's not going to be quiet down there, you know. People are coming and
going all the time, even at six a.m."

"Ryo,
Ryo, Ryo. Why do you always think the worst of me? Even if my
intentions are pure, you always act like I'm up to something, and then I end up
getting ideas that weren't even there in the first place, and I think I have to
go ahead and try something just so you won't be disappointed!"

I
gave this some thought. Maybe he had a point. We had been together
long enough by this time for me to figure out that Dee's opportunistic-slacker
side was just as strong as his horn-dog side. Perhaps he just wanted an
excuse to come down to the street and grab a smoke. It was possible that my
expectations were, in part, creating his bad behavior. Hmmm... I looked at him
uncertainly.

As
we went down the stairs together, the early morning light coming through the
high-set stairwell windows showed me all too clearly the fatigue on his face,
and I immediately berated myself for suspecting him. I remembered that,
unlike me, Dee usually had trouble getting to sleep in the daytime. Napping was
never a problem, but real slumber seemed to be something he could only do when
it was dark. He looked like a man who needed to sleep for a week, not a man
with mischief on his mind. I felt a rush of affection and a strong desire
to just hold him and watch over him while he slept.

"Dee,"
I began.

"Ngh?"

"What
are you doing when you get off work?"

"Why?"

"Well,
you look really tired..."

"Me?
Tired? Nah! After work I'm thinking of going for a nice energizing jog in
the park, repainting my entire apartment, and then if I have any energy left
after that, I'll change the oil in my car. You?"

I
replied in the same spirit.

"Me?
Well, I thought I'd cook a week's worth of meals and freeze them, take my suit
to the drycleaners, and then if I have any energy left after that, I was gonna
ask you if you wanted to come over and fall asleep --JUST sleep-- with me at my
place."


"Just...sleep?" He affected a disgusted tone and fumbled for
his cigarettes.

"Yes,
just sleep," I said firmly. "That other naughty stuff can wait
until our pace is a little less brutal. The important thing for right now
is getting some rest, and...and being together."

We
went through the security gate side by side, and then suddenly we were standing
in the pale dawn light of the outside world. The sounds of the street and
our busy precinct suddenly intruded into the little bubble of privacy that I
hadn't even been aware had been around us since we'd left JJ in our office.

I
glanced in the direction of the nearest subway station, and then at my watch. The next train was in 10 minutes. I'd make
it, if I hurried.

Dee
was trying to light a cigarette, but there was a chilly breeze that kept
blowing out his lighter. Instinctively, I added one of my hands to the
shelter of his, and watched with a guilty satisfaction as his cigarette caught
and he took a deep drag of the smoke.

This
is one of my many dark little secrets: I like watching Dee smoke. I
know it's not good for his health, and I would be happy if he stopped, but the
way his lips fasten around his cigarette...the way he looks down at it all
intently while he's lighting it, and then up at me from under his lashes with a
kind of sensual fulfillment once he's sucking the smoke in...I can't really
explain. I don't know why it turns me on, but it does. I'll never
tell him this, because he really should quit.

"Well,
are you coming over or not?" I enquired, but there wasn't any real doubt
in my mind.

Dee
took a second drag and exhaled off to the side, away from my face.
"Whadda YOU think, Ryo? Nothing --and I mean nothing-- is more
important to me than spending time with you. If you say we spend our time
cleaning, okay, I'm there. Cooking, fine. Just gimme one of your stupid aprons. Going over defunct old
files, doing laundry, whatever. I'll do anything, even 'just sleeping', as long
as I can do it with you."

As
usual I was torn between pleasure and annoyance at Dee's somewhat caustic way
of expressing devotion. I asked him what was so stupid about wearing an
apron, and reminded him that not all of those files had been defunct. A
couple of them had, in fact, contained valuable information which we wouldn't
have gotten if we hadn't spent a couple of hours going through them! I was
prepared to continue in this vein, but my voice trailed away as I became aware
that he was grinning at me. He was pushing my buttons again. I couldn't help
grinning back.

"Okay,
what time can I expect you?"

Even
though he had a perfectly good, and as far as I knew, working, watch on his
right wrist, he chose to pick up my wrist and look at my watch. I looked
around nervously, but no one seemed to have noticed.

"I'll
be there in a little less than two hours," he said.

"Okay,
I'll try to stay awake until you get there," I smiled at him, and then
dropped my voice. "I want to fall asleep with my arms around
you."

"Damn,
then I'll have to make sure I call you every 15 minutes just to keep you
awake!"

"I'm
sure Bikky will take care of keeping me awake," I said wryly.
"He won't be leaving for school until 8 a.m."

"Well
then, I'll wait till the brat's out the door before I show up. Hey," he
added. "I know you gotta catch a train, but you wanna come and say
hi to Henry for half a sec? He's the new surveillance guy.
Transferred over from the 19th."

"Well,
maybe." I looked doubtfully at my watch again. "If it'll
only take a minute, I don't mind welcoming a new transferee."

"C'mon,"
Dee said over his shoulder, as he headed toward an unmarked surveillance
van. He knocked on the back of it. "Yo! Henry, my
man."

There
was no reply. "Um, maybe he's not in there right now," I
ventured.

"Sure
he is," Dee said. "He told me he'd be out here training at 5:30
a.m. Oh, hey, maybe that's him over there." He nodded towards
the front steps, where a few guys were now standing. I looked, but I knew
them all. None were new, and none were named Henry.

"Dee,
I--" but the back door of the van was suddenly open and Dee was climbing
inside, calling out a cheerful greeting to Henry, who seemed to be in there
after all.

"Ryo!
Come in here for a sec, there's someone I'd like you to meet."

He
pulled me into the back of the van, and as my eyes registered that it was
empty, Dee yanked the door shut behind me. I stared at him in astonishment,
quickly putting two and two together. Of
course. He'd been planning this all along. To think I'd been feeling bad
about always accusing him of duplicity! I was momentarily speechless.

Dee
was suddenly on his knees in front of me, his amused eyes just about level with
mine. He was chuckling to himself, no doubt at my stunned expression.

"Dee
Laytner, this is the LAST time I fall for one of your tricks!" I informed
him. "The last time, do you hear me?"

"I
believe you said that LAST time, 'Ryo McLean'," he said, mimicking my
aggrieved tone. He brought a hand to the side of my face, and his eyes
flickered hungrily to my mouth. "In fact, you'll probably say that next
time, too."

His
lips and tongue were imbued with the bitter tang of tobacco, but it was
cancelled out by the sudden sensory whirl I experienced at his nearness and the
all-encompassing warmth of his body as it pressed against mine. I melted
under the power of his kiss, as I had so many times before. One large hand
gripped my right buttock and hauled my crotch forward to rub against his, while
his tongue worked its magic inside my mouth. All of my protests were
forgotten, and my desire ignited in response to him.

"Dee..."
I whispered shakily. "Why here? Why now? You could have
waited...ohhh..." He had transferred his mouth to my throat, where
his teeth and lips did things that sent tremor after tremor through my body.

"Well,"
he murmured between soft bites, "You did say 'just sleep'."

"Y-yeah,
but--" I suddenly cried out as he bit me harder.

"Shh,
baby," he whispered. "I'm gonna get you all hot and make you
come, but you gotta keep it down." He began loosening my tie and
tugging open the buttons at the top of my shirt. Before I knew it, I felt
myself being lowered to the rough carpet on the floor of the van, and my shirt
was half off me. I felt my nipples being pinched, licked and bitten
gently, and my chest felt cool where the cold air met the faint trail of his
saliva. I clutched at him and pulled his weight down onto me. He felt so
good, so alive and strong.

"Dee,"
I whispered again, and he raised his head in response and looked at me.
"Are we safe here? I mean... is anyone likely to suddenly come
in?"

"Nah,"
he grinned, his teeth gleaming whitely in the darkness of the van's
interior. "Henry and I have the only two keys, and he's not due on
duty until 7:00 a.m. We've got about 45 minutes; thirty if you wanna play
it safe."

"Thirty
minutes is more time than we've had alone together in days," I whispered,
and pulled his face down toward mine for another kiss. This time, I took
charge, flicking my tongue over his lips, and then sending it inside his mouth
to explore and take. I was torn between fear of discovery and excitement at the
illicit and risky nature of what we were doing. I would never have done
anything like this if it weren't for Dee. I could feel his erection
growing against my thigh. After a minute I broke the kiss so we both
could catch our breath.

"Dee,"
I murmured against his neck. "I want... I want to make you come,
too..."

He
made a strangled sound and slowly ground his cock against me.

"...but
you're gonna have to keep it down, Dee, okay?" I couldn't help
snickering a little.

"Yeah,
you're not gonna be laughing in a minute," he warned, as he unfastened my
pants and dragged them off me. When he pulled my boxers down, my erection just
kind of jumped into his hand and my excitement jumped to a whole new
level. Dee began slowly jacking me, and as he did that, he looked into my
eyes and told me exactly what he wanted to do to me. He knows that gets
me going. Pretty soon, I was writhing against him and trying to push my hips up
against his hand. When he finally lowered his head in the direction of my
penis, however, I stopped him. I had another idea.

It
was cold, so although we were naked from the waist down, we had kept our
jackets and shirts on but left them open for access. Dee's wonderful body was
really warm, as usual, and I reveled in the way it felt under my hands. I
pushed him down on his back and straddled him so that I was facing his crotch.

I
got on top because I prefer the top position in 69. It's harder to
control how much cock goes down your throat when you're on the bottom, and
since Dee's better at that than me, I thought he should be on the bottom.
I nibbled on his hipbones, working my way gradually to my target. He was
making little sounds and thrusting his hips up helplessly toward me, begging me
without words to lick or suck him. I resolutely ignored this, and
continued my slow lovemaking. I did, however, let my hair fall across his
engorged member, back and forth, a couple of times, just to see him
twitch. When I was finally ready to take it into my mouth, I inhaled
deeply, loving the smell of the thick, tufty dark hair that his erection sprang
from. It was pure, concentrated, sexual Dee, and it made me dizzy with
desire. Up until that point, he had been caressing my penis with his
hands, rubbing it against his face, and letting his tongue slide sideways to
lick at it, but he hadn't yet taken it into his mouth. Now he did, all at
once, and if my own mouth hadn't been full, I'm sure the noise I made would
have betrayed our presence to those outside. After a couple of minutes we
found our rhythm. It wasn't the best blowjob I'm capable of, but it's so
very hard to concentrate on efficiently giving pleasure when your own body is
being driven wild with it at the same time. I must have been doing all
right though because before long, Dee was giving every sign of a man rapidly
approaching his peak. Every time he moaned with his mouth full, it sent
extra vibrations of pleasure tingling along the sensitive nerves of my
cock. The tempo of his movements began to increase, and the muscles of
that beautiful body under me began to tense up until he was like a rock hard
statue, but a warm and mobile one. I gasped around his cock and moaned
onto it myself and rocked my own hips deeper into his throat. Our
movements became more frantic, more driven, and then I heard/felt Dee make a
series of urgent noises against the hyper-sensitive skin of my member.
Thinking he was perhaps choking, I started to pull out, but his hands quickly
came up to my buttocks and drew me back down into his mouth. He sucked me
in deep, rapid strokes, breathing as I went out, moaning as I went back
in. Oh God, I couldn't stand it much longer! It felt so amazing and
so right, and then suddenly his cock was bucking and swelling in my mouth,
trying to get in deeper and I felt him erupt at the back of my throat. I
almost choked, but got it under control and swallowed it down. The salty
taste and the texture of his hot, sticky seed and the forbidden naughtiness of
doing this in a police van on police property suddenly hit me all at once. As
Dee swallowed my whole length yet again, with his tongue working up and down
the extent of my cock inside his mouth, and his lips squeezing it at its base,
I knew my own eruption was imminent. It built inside me, and I wriggled
and pressed frantically against him and into him. When he fondled my
heavy, tightened balls and ran his fingers over the crack of my ass, I lifted
my head off him and exploded inside his throat, and for long moments everything
went white.

I
returned to my senses and gradually became aware of voices right outside the
van.

"Did
you just hear something, Jake?"

"Hear
what?"

"It
sounded like a cry of pain or something."

Dee
was lying very still. I could feel his heart beating against me -- or was
it mine beating against him? I didn't know whether it was from the orgasm
or the fear of discovery. I started to rise, but Dee's hands came up and
stopped me. "Stay still," they seemed to say.

"Which
way did it come
from?"

'Well,
you know, it seems crazy, but it sounded like it came from inside this
van."

"No
way, man, no one could get in there. These suckers are locked up tight
every night."

"Well,
let's try it and see."

I
closed my eyes in terror, abjectly hoping that Dee had locked the door behind
us.

He
had. They tried the back door, and then the front doors, but none of them
opened.

"It
was just your imagination, man. Don't sweat it."

"Maybe.
I dunno. Oh, look, here comes Henry. He's early."

Dee
had not moved a muscle while the men outside were trying to open the doors, but
at the mention of Henry's name, a sudden jolt went through his body and he
frantically patted my thigh to move. Looking anxiously at each other, we
quickly pulled on our pants and buttoned up our shirts.

"You
go out the front door, passenger side," Dee whispered into my ear, giving
me a kiss on the cheek and a little push. "I'm gonna create a
diversion."

"What?
Dee, no, you'll--"

"Just
trust me, okay?"

I
did as he said, because, quite frankly, I was too afraid to do otherwise. As I
slipped out the door, I heard his voice behind me, saying loudly, "Shit,
Henry, can't a guy hide from the commish around here without some keener like
you showing up fucking early?"

"Whoa!
Laytner, you scared the shit outta me!"

There
was a burst of raucous laughter behind me as I hurried away. As usual, Dee was
working the crowd, naturally assuming his rightful place at the center of any
gathering. I wondered how many times he had 'created a diversion' for
someone else's protection. Most likely, he did it as a necessity to protect himself
from the fallout of his own risky behavior. And his risky behavior was
becoming my risky behavior. I pulled out my cell phone to give Bikky a wake-up
call as I walked to the subway. My God, the cell phones! What if either
mine or Dee's had rung while we were inside the van? I couldn't believe we had
been so careless! I boarded the train, shaking my head. I also
couldn't believe I had actually just done something I could have been fired
for. It was very, very exciting, but it must never happen again.

Our
little adventure in the surveillance van happened this morning. I wanted to get
this down in my journal in case the details of this amazing day ever fade from
my memory. Someday, I'll be old and grey, and hopefully Dee will still be right
here beside me. When that time comes, I will be glad that I kept this
journal of the kind of things we got up to in our youth together!

Dee
said once that there's a wild, sexual animal that sleeps inside me, and that
his goal in life is to wake it up as often as possible. Well, it was still
awake, and quite ravenous, actually, when he arrived at my place at ten after
eight this morning. I dragged him inside and practically ripped his
clothes off. We spent most of the morning making passionate love, and
then slept the dead sleep of the truly exhausted. When Bikky tapped on
the door at 6 pm looking for supper, Dee was still in my arms.

It's
eight p.m. now, and I've just gotten off the phone with the Chief. He called
with a lead we should follow up downtown. Apparently, Umberton had a
sometime girlfriend, and we'll probably find her at The Red Box, but we don't
have to show up there until about ten p.m.

Bikky
and I are quietly watching TV together. He grumbled a bit about having to
keep the volume down, but I don't want to wake Dee up. He's still asleep,
which I'm really glad about. In a little while, I'll get him out of bed and
give him some dinner. I'm looking forward to kissing him awake.


~end~
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