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FAKE
First Year Together: A New Day
(May)

Pairing:
Dee/Ryo

Fandom:
Fake

Rating:
Okay, because you've all been such good
boys and girls, I'm going to take this
here Lovely Lemon that has just spent a week lowering the normally pure and
innocent tone of my LJ and post it for you here! Chapter 10 is NC-17 Coarse
language and explicit male-male sex. If you don't like that sort of thing but want to continue reading the
story, you'll find a cleaned up
version of this chapter on FFdotnet.

Spoilers:
To Volume 7

Timing:
Set in May directly after Book 7 ended

Summary:
Ryo is coming to terms with the changes in his relationship with Dee, as well
as his new sexual identity. Meanwhile, Dee and Ryo are searching for a young
runaway. This story explores homophobic attitudes but is primarily a love story
between two men.

Disclaimer:
I do not own Dee, Ryo, Bikky, Carol,
Drake, JJ, the Chief, Diana, or Berkely Rose They are the property
of Sanami Matoh. I am not making any money from this.

Author's notes: I believe in a strong and equal Ryo and Dee. The characters of Brian Webster, Mike Abernathy and
Thomas Abernathy were created solely by me and are not intended to represent
anyone living or dead. Dave McDormand is the guy in the striped shirt that was
playing cards with Bikky on the bus to camp back in Book 1. I just gave him a name. Chapter 11 is already up on my Live
Journal page if you want to go and check it out at http://brit-columbia.livejournal.com/

Thank
you Blue Simplicity. Your beta-ing is bettering my writing. I'm
so grateful to you!



FAKE First Year
Together: A New Day (May)



Chapter ten

"It's
Dork-head," said Bikky darkly, handing the phone to Ryo.

"Hello,
Dee?"

"Hey,
how's it going with the brat?"

"Oh,
it's much better now. We've
finished dinner and he's doing his homework."

"Did
you guys eat the rest of that spinach?"

"Well,
I did. B wouldn't touch it. If I want to get spinach into his diet,
I'm going to have to hide it inside meatballs or something."

"You
know I didn't mean it before, when I said that thing about how you overcooked
the spinach?"

"I
know," Ryo said softly.

"'Cause
it really was tasty, you know."

"Well,
I'm glad someone liked it. Did
you watch your games?"

"Oh
yeah! Friggin' awesome. The
Detroit/Cleveland game was really close.
And somehow I got through the day without anyone telling me the score,
which has got to be a first so far this year."

"Well,
I'm glad you got to enjoy your basketball games, and now Ted and Drake owe us
one."

         "Damn
right they do. Hey...Do you think
you might be able to come out and play later?"

         "I
-- I think so, but not for the whole night." Ryo instinctively dropped his voice and turned away from
Bikky, thereby missing the way the boy's eyes rolled up to the ceiling.

"Hey,
I'll take whatever I can get. Want me to come get you?"

         "No,
I'll come by train. But you can
run me back later if you like. The trains aren't fun late on a Saturday
night."

"Whatever
you want, my love. What time do
you think you'll get here?"

Ryo
looked at his watch, a small thrill running through him at having been called
'my love'. "About an
hour. Say, eight-ish?"

"Okay,
see you then."

As
Ryo replaced the phone in its cradle, he was aware of a soft smile on his face
and a dangerous tingling in his crotch area. However, he knew he was in Bikky's direct line of sight, so
he didn't dare glance down to check whether the front of his pants looked as
noticeably large as it suddenly felt.
Instead, he fled to the kitchen to find out if his casserole pan had
soaked long enough to be scrubbed.

Stretched
out on the living room floor, surrounded by textbooks and binders, Bikky
glowered at the TV. Ryo was going
to the Perv-Man's place, no doubt for some nasty naked-time. His mind jumped away from the
disturbing mental pictures produced by that thought. He was naturally jealous
that Dee now occupied a much more important place in Ryo's life, but he had to
admit that the doofus had put in some serious hours to get where he was now. He
had been suspicious of Dee from the start, dismissing him as a player who was
planning to seduce Ryo and break his heart. He had also been holding out a small hope that when push came
to shove, Ryo would try to stay straight.
Even when Bikky had realized that Dee's feelings were one hundred
percent serious, he had still opposed the whole idea on the grounds that Dee
simply wasn't good enough for Ryo.
But over time, he had slowly begun to accept that there was some kind of
bond between his shy foster-father and that pushy, obnoxious work partner of
his. Dee clearly had it bad for
Ryo, and now that Ryo had finally made up his mind to give him what he wanted,
Dork-head was likely on Cloud Nine.
And he had to allow that Dee had been pretty cool about letting him go
out to take care of that little problem with grody Brody. He had decided that it was okay with
him if his foster dad and Dee wanted to be together, as long as he didn't have
to watch or hear anything mushy.
And they'd better not embarrass him with anything like a PDA when his
friends were around, or he'd make them regret it!

"Uh,
Bikky?" Ryo's voice
interrupted his reverie. "I'm gonna take a quick shower and then head over
to Dee's for awhile. You got
everything you need?"

"Yeah,
except my friggin' freedom." He gave Ryo a sulky look.

"Well,
you did that to yourself, didn't you?
And I suggest you stop getting into trouble if you don't want to be
grounded until Christmas." Ryo strode off to the bathroom without waiting
for an answer.

Bikky's
sulk changed to a secret smirk.
Ryo would be gone soon and the Perv would make sure he was way too busy
to even think about picking up the phone to double-check that those who were
grounded were at home where they should be. Maybe he could interest Carol in a quick soda...


~%~%~%~%~%~%

Dee
opened the door with a sexy grin on his face and yanked Ryo close to him before
slamming it shut and then shoving his surprised lover back against it. He
pressed his lean, masculine body against Ryo's, and ran his tongue over his
ear. He was wearing a loose,
striped cotton shirt open low on his chest and he smelled faintly of cigarettes
and cologne. Ryo closed his eyes
and breathed him in. He felt Dee's mobile lips producing delicious tingling
shivers on his neck and was dimly aware that his lover's other hand was turning
the deadbolt behind him. When
Dee's mouth moved to his own, he met him halfway and gave himself fully into
the kiss, which went rapidly from tender and searching to hot and
impassioned. It was almost like
they were taking up where they had left off earlier. His arms went around Dee's hard body and he willed himself
to show a little self-control.

After
a minute, Dee stepped back, eyes full of mischief, and said, "I vote that
we skip the tea and the pleasantries and go straight to bed. What do you say?"

"What kind of host are you?"
asked Ryo, smiling. "You
should at least make a pretense of offering me something." He took off his jacket and handed it to
Dee, eyebrows raised.

"I'm offering you my smokin' hot
bod on a plate. And you want it,
babe, you know you do." Dee
brushed a knowing hand lightly over Ryo's almost fully erect penis, which
caused a little gasp.

         "I---um..." stammered Ryo, not
sure what to say. He didn't know
quite how to feel about the way his traitorous body had been reacting to Dee at
every turn recently. It offended
his sense of decorum to just run straight to the bedroom, but at the same time,
that was exactly what he wanted to do.

         Dee, however, seemed to know this and
simply grabbed his hand and pulled him through the living room, tossing Ryo's
coat onto the sofa on the way.
When they crossed the threshold of the bedroom, Ryo exclaimed in surprise. Candlelight glimmered from dozens of
points inside the darkened room. A
bottle of white wine stood chilling in a makeshift ice bucket on the nightstand
table, with two long stemmed glasses waiting beside it.

         "Ta-da," Dee said softly,
grinning widely at the expression on Ryo's face.

"Dee! Your bedroom looks...so
different."

         "All for you, dude. I dusted it and
everything. NOW what kind of host do you think I am?" Standing with his hands on his hips,
Dee looked exceedingly pleased with himself.

         "An
extremely romantic one," Ryo replied with a smile. "So are you going to ravish me
before or after you offer me a glass of wine?"

         "Before, after, and during, since
you asked," Dee advanced on him, his purpose written clearly on his face.

                %^%^%^%^%^%

         Ryo
slowly returned to consciousness to find himself lying in a tangle of bed
sheets with Dee's sleeping head on his chest. His first thoughts were that the
room smelled pleasantly of hot candle wax with a hint of vanilla, followed by a
feeling of mild worry about one of the candles potentially falling and setting
the room on fire. But Dee's weight in the bed was solid and comforting and Ryo
smiled at the thought and feel of him. It occurred to him that they had fallen
asleep in exactly the same position the last time they had made love here,
which was about a month ago now.

         That
was the night he realized that he needed Dee.   And that was also the night he had learned how very
sweet surrender could be.

         But he had woken up conflicted and
overwhelmed, thinking, What have I done? He recalled a burning
need to get away, to be alone so he could think and to try to process the
ramifications of what his surrender was going to entail.

         Accordingly,
he had disengaged himself from Dee's sleeping form and had slunk out at dawn
leaving only a brief note behind.
At the time, he really hadn't understood that Dee would find that
insensitive. He was so used to
thinking of Dee as a tough cookie with a hard outer shell that was almost
inured to rejection. After all,
Dee had spent so much of his life pushing hard for what he wanted and hearing
the word 'no' over and over.

         But
now Ryo understood. Only recently
had he gotten some inkling of how much Dee loved and needed him too, and how
difficult all those rejections had been for him, especially in the last year or
so. At one point during those
first few heady nights together, Dee had woken up beside him in the wee hours,
and not feeling Ryo's sleeping form beside him, cried out his name in alarm and
had felt around frantically for him.
Although Ryo couldn't see his face in the darkness, the relief in Dee's
voice had been unmistakable when Ryo reached out for him and spoke soothingly.

         "Oh," Dee had said, burrowing
close to him. "I thought you'd
disappeared again, like that first time..." His heart had actually been pounding against Ryo's body.

         Unconsciously,
Ryo's arms now tightened around Dee.
Never again, he
thought. You're mine now. Forever. I won't let you go.

         Ryo
looked at the clock on the wall.
Dee had clocks everywhere.
He was so famous for being late that people were always giving him
clocks as gag gifts, although it didn't seem to help. He was relieved to see that it was only 10:15. That meant they had a little more time
together before he had to start thinking about heading home.

         He
found his thoughts going back again to that first night with Dee, in this very
bed, naked and with no further barriers between them. He'd been so lost and so hungry, yet frozen with fear. He felt afterwards that he had lain
there like a puppet while Dee did all the work. He wasn't used to taking such a passive role, sexually. But just saying yes had been
overwhelming enough, and so he had lain in Dee's bed and let sensation wash
over him. Everything Dee had done
to him that night had elicited an intense response. Good God, he had liked it. Dee had been so gentle and had taken things slowly for him.
It had been far better than the wet dreams and half-realized fantasies he had
had about what sex with Dee might be like. Even...even the much dreaded moment of penetration had been
mitigated by the love he had felt coming off Dee in waves. Dee's love for him had been practically
palpable, like a third presence there with them in the darkness. It had engulfed him totally, had
wrapped around him and penetrated far more deeply into his mind, heart and
understanding than any physical penetration of his body could have.

         And
afterwards, he had been afraid all over again, but for different reasons from
the ones he had walked into Dee's apartment with that night. It had taken him three weeks to sort
himself out. Dee had been jubilant
and expectant the first week, wary but still hopeful the second week, and a
pale shadow of his former self in the third week. But everything was fine now. The right moment had finally come, and Ryo had found the
courage to open his mouth and tell Dee how he felt. It was a harsh world out there, but they knew they could
count on each other. They'd always
had each other, but now their exchanged promises of love and commitment had
given them a solid foundation to build on, and a sense that they had a future
together.

Loving
Dee, touching him, giving him pleasure and taking it from him was coming a
little more naturally to Ryo with each passing day. So if this was happily ever
after, what had happened to his confidence? Suddenly he was questioning everything. He was screwing up at work. God, only yesterday he had put an
important paper in the shredder without thinking. He hoped that didn't end up coming back to haunt him. Furthermore, he now had an enemy at
Internal Affairs, a circumstance that could have easily been avoided had he
been feeling more himself. And why
couldn't he be a better parent? Nothing with Bikky went the way it was supposed
to according to the books he'd read. It seemed like every decision he made was
wrong and led to a further erosion of his authority.

The
only thing that seemed to be going right nowadays was his relationship with
Dee. And yet, even that was a
source of bafflement.

He
couldn't believe that he had refused to allow himself this simple but powerful
happiness for so long. Ryo was
able to admit to himself that for years he had denied his feelings, crushed his
desires and disguised them as something else. I was too weak
and fearful to face them, he told
himself. But at the same time, I thought of myself as a strong and together
person. He wondered uneasily if there were any other big
life-altering issues he might be hiding from himself.

Of course the discovery that he was
attracted to men, and specifically to Dee Laytner, had been an unsettling
one. But it was such a relief to
finally stop fighting that part of himself. He felt as if a door had opened for him, and the door led
into his own heart and mind. All
the things he hadn't permitted himself to see or feel for the last two and a
half years were flooding his senses now.
For example, he loved the way that Dee's face always lit up at the sight
of him. That had been going on for
years, but he had never consciously registered it until recently. And he loved just gazing at Dee,
drinking in the beauty of his hair, his skin, his lean, muscular grace. From the day that he first met Dee, he
had refused to see his partner as a desirable being. He recalled being aware that Dee was handsome, but he had
been careful not to let the dark-haired detective's face and body affect
him. It was necessary for him to
be vigilant about that because the few times he had relaxed his guard, Dee had
immediately sensed it and made a pass.

         Ryo
smiled to himself and kissed the top of Dee's silken head, a wave of affection
washing over him. The other man twitched slightly but did not awaken.

After a few minutes, as
if sensing his thoughts, Dee stirred in his arms. Ryo felt him yawn noisily against his chest, and then felt
those long legs stretching and flexing against his own.

"Ryo?"
he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the nearest dusky nipple before turning his head
to fix him with one sleepy green eye.

         "Who were you expecting?
JJ?" Ryo hoped his voice
sounded calm and slightly amused instead of that of a man who had just been
doing some serious soul-searching.

       The eye widened in horror and Dee sat up
in bed to glare at him. "Do
NOT ruin a perfectly good romantic moment by mentioning that name!"

       "Sorry. Couldn't resist.
How are you feeling?"

         Dee cracked his knuckles and looked
thoughtful. Then he smiled.

       "Alive, in love, and horny. And just a little bit hungry. What time is it?"

       "Twenty
to eleven," Ryo answered unnecessarily, since Dee's head had already
swiveled to look at the clock.

"How
much longer have I got you for?"

       "Hmm...Whatever
my answer is, I have a feeling it's going to get me jumped."

       "Yeah,
you got that right, so you might as well just accept it." Dee grinned and raised himself on one
elbow so that he could give Ryo a kiss.
It was slow and sensual and the affection in it chased away the
lingering shadows of Ryo's uneasy thoughts about himself.   He felt the slightly rough pads
of Dee's confident fingertips tracing the contours of his chest and stomach
with just the right amount of pressure. He gasped mid-kiss when one of his
lover's hands began to pinch and tug at his nipple. It still came as a surprise to him that his nipples had
turned out to be so erogenous. No
one had ever paid any attention to them before; nor had he ever thought to
touch them himself.

         Dee
chuckled at his reaction and said, "Oh he likes it now... So it's getting less 'embarrassing', is
it?"

         Ryo tried to smile back but couldn't
quite manage it because of the intensely erotic sensations that were spreading
outward from his nipple across his chest and sending little stabs of pleasure
shooting down to his groin. Dee
just watched his face for a moment while he pinched and rolled that nipple.

         "Ryo...you're
just so unbelievably beautiful," he breathed. Their eyes met in the flickering candlelight, Ryo's full of
arousal and pleasure, Dee's full of emotion. Ryo's body began to undulate slightly under Dee's. He wanted more contact. He wanted Dee to touch his other
nipple; he wanted to be able to wrap his legs around Dee. He wanted...He wanted Dee to enter him
again and fuck him into a state of delirium. But there was no way he could say those words out loud.

         "Dee...mmmnnnnhh...Dee..."

         "I know, love, I know." Dee's lips closed over Ryo's other
nipple and he sucked hard. Ryo's
back arched up off the mattress and he let out a sharp cry. The double nipple
stimulation was overwhelming. It pushed him quite suddenly into a greater state
of arousal and caused his sticky penis to unfurl so rapidly that it made his
head spin. One of his hands tangled in Dee's hair and tugged on it a little. Dee, who was aware of what was
happening between Ryo's legs, decided that his lover had to be set free from
the sheet that seemed to be twisted around his lower body. He set about doing this, even though it
meant he had to leave those tantalizing nipples behind. Ryo gave a soft moan of disappointment
as Dee's hand and mouth left his sensitized chest, but he seemed to accept the
necessity of getting his legs free if anything further was to happen. Dee
unwound the sheet from where it was restraining Ryo and then began caressing
his legs in long, leisurely strokes.
Periodically, he lowered his lips to the sensitive skin of Ryo's thighs
and pressed nibbling little kisses against them. When he moved to his lover's inner thighs and the inside of
his knees, Ryo moaned, and his erection twitched. Dee glanced at it, but didn't
pause in his ministrations. He'd
get to that later. He moved to
position himself between Ryo's legs, pushing his thighs apart with sure
hands. He ran his tongue wetly
from mid thigh to inner knee and then turned and did the same to the other
leg. He knew Ryo wanted him to go
higher, but instead he went lower, working his way down Ryo's calves with lips,
teeth and tongue. He became aware
that Ryo's hand had gone to his own penis and was pulling on it with urgent
strokes. Dee reached up and gently
removed it.

         "If
you keep that up, you're going to be finished soon. I want you to come when you're impaled on my cock.
Again."

       "Then do it, Dee.
Do it. Now." Ryo's
voice was husky with need.

         "Soon." Dee smiled and returned to Ryo's leg,
but he didn't relinquish his hold on Ryo's hand. He held Ryo by the ankle and bent his leg, lifting his knee
up in the air, opening his body up.
He kissed the ankle and the inside of Ryo's foot and then moved his face
to the back of Ryo's raised thigh.
He glanced down at the portal he would soon be violating for the second
time that evening. It was still
somewhat stretched and open from their earlier session and it glistened with
lubricant and ejaculate. It looked
a little sore, but not too bad. He
would have to be careful. And of
course he would use more lube. The
last thing he wanted to do was to hurt his beautiful, sexy Ryo. He blew air over Ryo's balls and
watched the skin on them contract.
Ryo struggled a little.

         "Dee...you're
doing all the work. Let me do something for you." His voice was breathy.

       "Like what?" asked Dee, not really anticipating a
response.

         As he expected, Ryo remained
silent. Dee knew there were all
sorts of things going through his mind, however. But he thought he understood the one thing Ryo wanted above
all. When he retrieved the bottle
of lubricant from where it had been warming itself next to a pair of candles,
Ryo emitted a little groan of excitement just at the sight of it. As Dee knelt between his legs,
spreading lubricant over his penis, he looked at Ryo with his sexy bedroom eyes
and said, "Guess what I'm gonna do with this?"

         Ryo's
pulse quickened and his eyes jumped back and forth from his lover's eyes to his
glistening cock. He couldn't
speak; he just waited breathlessly.

         "Yeah,
you know, don't you? I'm gonna
bury it inside you and pound you into the mattress until you come all over the
place."

         Dee
tentatively applied lubricant to Ryo, who flinched a little at the touch on his
slightly tender opening. He spread
lubricant all around the outside and pushed some just inside the entrance with
his fingers. He'd let his cock do
the rest.

         "It'll
only hurt for a moment, love, and not very much. Once I'm inside...well we both know how much you love
that."

         "Dee!" Ryo's voice was practically a whimper.

       Dee steadied his cock at Ryo's entrance and leaned gently on
its springy resistance, waiting for the inevitable yielding. After a moment it happened, as Ryo
pushed outward with the muscles of his orifice and forced himself to relax down
there. Dee eased the head of his
member in slowly and then stopped.
The tight ring that was Ryo's entrance throbbed urgently around his
cock, which increased its sensitivity and took him a couple of steps closer to
orgasm than he wanted to be at that point. He gritted his teeth with the effort of not just sliding
deeply inside where the throbbing would be less and the hold not quite as
tight. He waited for Ryo.

"Breathe,
love," he said, because he had realized that Ryo was holding his breath.

Ryo
did, glad to be reminded. A few
more heartbeats went by and then suddenly the tight grip was loosening
slightly, and Dee understood that it was time. He slid another inch inside, and when Ryo let out a low,
sexy moan, he knew they were in business.
Slowly, carefully, he inched forward until just over half of his length
was sheathed inside Ryo's hot, slick passage. He paused and then just as
carefully, he eased back again until just the head remained inside. Ryo began to pant and squirm, his
movements telling him that he wanted more, looking directly into Dee's eyes,
and forgetting all shyness.

         "Dee...oh! So good...move...move now,
please."

         Needing
no more encouragement than that, Dee drove deeply into him, eliciting a loud
cry in response. Strong internal
muscles twitched madly all over his length, and Dee prayed to the Almighty for
the strength to hold back the floodgates on his orgasm until he had managed to
satisfy this bucking, wanton creature under him.

         Fortunately,
it didn't take long. He knelt
tall, pulling Ryo's legs up over his shoulders and lifting his buttocks off the
mattress. From this positon, he
pistoned in and out of Ryo's body with long, powerful strokes. Every time he passed over Ryo's
prostate, it produced an unrestrained cry and a spasm inside. In this position, he didn't have a free
hand to get Ryo off, but as he had expected, Ryo's naughty hand crept back to
his own cock and he began working on it himself.

         "Dee! Nnngh! Don't
stop, don't stop..."

         "Come
for me, baby. Come with my dick up
your ass. Show me that you like
it."

         These
words tipped Ryo over the edge.
His mouth opened into an "O" of surprise and pleasure as an
intense climax tore through him, his cries coming out almost as sobs. The
powerful internal contractions that accompanied his orgasm were what finished
Dee.

         "Jesus,
Ryo!" he groaned as his cock began to swell and throb inside his partner's
tight hold. Then he was emptying,
shuddering as his hot male effluence flowed from his body deep into Ryo's. He came so hard that he was sure Ryo
could feel the powerful spurts, the spreading wet warmth inside him.

         Dee
lowered Ryo's buttocks to the bed, and sagged over him, breathing hard, waiting
for his heart to slow somewhat. He
was still partially buried inside Ryo.
It was so much wetter in there than it had been a minute ago. His cock was still semi-hard, although
the softening process had begun.
He wanted to remain inside for as long as he could, to stay joined to
this amazing man under him. The love
he felt for his partner welled up in him until he felt he would burst with the
effort to contain it. There was
nothing he wouldn't do for him, nothing he wouldn't give him. Overwhelmed by
emotion, he shuddered, needing with every fiber of his being to hold him close
to his heart. But he didn't want to bother or upset his lover by lowering his
sweaty body down onto the streaks of semen that were arrayed across Ryo's
chest. He withdrew carefully from
Ryo's body and lay down beside him

"What
are you doing?" Ryo's voice sounded as unsteady as Dee felt. "Come
close to me. I know you, you big ball
of mush."

Dee
didn't wait to be told twice. He
wrapped his arms around Ryo and held him tightly, a long, happy sigh escaping
him.

                                    &^&^&^&^

"Hey,"
said Dee, as they rolled up to a red light at the intersection of Lumley and
15th. "I had an idea about
the Bikky situation."

Ryo
sighed. "Which Bikky
situation?"

         "His
little attempt to buy drugs."

         "Oh
yeah, that one." A pained
expression crossed his face. "What's your idea?"

         "Well...I'm
not sure whether he might end up trying to pull that same shit again. Maybe not. But even if he isn't the one buying it, he could easily end
up at a party where people are smoking it. I wouldn't bet money on him saying no."

         "Yeah, I've been worrying about
that too. If he does it again,
he's going to be a whole lot sneakier next time. I might not find out about it."

         "Right. So I have a plan, but you may not like
it."

         "I'll
consider anything at this point."

         "Well,
I've got a couple of, er, 'friends' who're doing time. One of them is for drug offenses. I gave him a call yesterday, guy by the
name of Brian."

       "Go on."

"Well,
he's serving his sentence at The Brooklyn Correctional Facility right here in
the city. They have visiting hours
tomorrow. I thought we could run
Bikky up there, maybe give him a first hand look at what the future might hold
if he doesn't shape up."

         Ryo's
response was silence, so Dee said, "Or... we can just forget I said
anything! Don't want to traumatize
the brat..."

         "I
think that's a fantastic idea," said Ryo firmly. "What time are visiting hours?"

                                    ^&^&^&^&^&^&^

"What
the f-- I mean, hell? I'm supposed
to be meeting the guys for a practice!
Carol said she was gonna come watch."

         "You
can practice basketball just about anytime, Bikky. We're doing this and that's final."

       "Why don't you ask Carol if she wants to come
along?" Dee asked with an evil grin.

         Bikky turned
shocked eyes on Dee. "A girl
visiting a prison for men? Are
you--- Oh I get it. This was YOUR
fucking idea, wasn't it?"

         "Guilty as
charged, twerp. But you're gonna
find it so...educational."
Dee's voice dripped sincerity.

         "Eat shit,
geezer." Bikky whirled and
glared at Ryo. "I suppose you
think this is gonna 'scare me straight' or something? 'Oooooh, poor little Bikky's gonna be SO scared by the bad
place'. You think I've never
visited a jail before? I been to
Riker's Island AND the Brig to see my dad! I don't know what you think you're trying to prove."

        "I think you
need a reminder, and that's exactly what you're gonna get," said Ryo
briskly. "Now quit whining
about it and suck it up. We're
going, and that's that."


"Fuck!"


"Bikky! To your room,
now!"


      ^%^%^%

"You're
going to a friggin' PRISON?" hollered Dave. "That's so cool!
But what about the game?"

"Ryo
says no game," Bikky growled into the phone. "I gotta do this.
Hey, uh, you wanna come along? It might be interesting."

        "Really? I can come? Awesome! When?"

        "We're leaving
about 1:00 today. If you can get
to my place earlier than that, you can come with us. Huh, what's that, Ryo?"

         There was a pause
and then Bikky added, "Ryo says if you'd like to eat lunch with us, you
should be here at 12:00."

"Uhh...your
dad's not still mad at me, is he?"

"What
the fuck for?" Bikky dropped
his voice. "He probably
thinks I'm the one leading YOU astray.
I can't do anything right nowadays."

"Well,
if you're sure it's okay, I'll be there for lunch, and prison after. Man, this is gonna be great."

Bikky
hung up the phone and turned to Ryo.
"Well, he's coming," he said. "And he's stoked about it for some reason."

Ryo
looked a bit surprised, and said, "Well maybe it won't be as much fun as
he thinks."


&^&^&^&

Brian
Webster was a baby-faced man with bad skin. He was about 5 years younger than Dee and Ryo, a fact that
Ryo was glad about. Maybe Bikky
would be able to relate to him somewhat.

They
sat on cheap plastic chairs in the communal visiting room around a small,
laminated table. The room reeked
of stale cigarette smoke and sweat.

Brian
seemed pleased to have visitors.
He sat back in his chair, and smoked Dee's cigarettes, while they
laughed and gossiped about old times in the neighbourhood. Ryo observed that Brian was
unconsciously mirroring Dee's body language. Bikky sat sullenly with his head down, periodically kicking
the table leg with small but jarring thuds. Dave's head was swinging this way and that as he gaped at
everyone there and took in every small detail of his surroundings.

"So
Brian, how'd you end up in here?" Dee finally asked. "Last I heard, you were going
straight, looking for work."

"Aw
man, I was fuckin' stupid, that's what happened. I had me a job in a movie rental place, you know Vidalis up
on Gates? And everything's hummin'
along nicely --there was even a girl for awhile there-- and then that fuckin'
Christopher comes along with an offer I can't refuse."

Bikky
and Dave sneaked sidelong glances at each other.

"What
happened, man?" Dee stubbed
out his latest cigarette in the overflowing ashtray.

       "Well,
you'll forgive me if I don't go into too much detail considering where we
are...and what you are, brother."

"Fair
enough," said Dee.

"But
if I hadn't gone and got myself caught, I could've taken my girl to the
Caribbean for a week and bought myself some wheels. And if I hadn't listened to that bastard in the first
place...Shit."

Brian suddenly swung his attention to
Bikky and Dave.

"Hey,
you kids got girlfriends?"

Dave
shrugged and said, "Not me, man.
Girls are trouble. Not to mention expensive. But HE does. An
'older woman'." He smirked
and nudged Bikky's foot with his shoe.
Bikky's only response was to scowl. He was evidently not enjoying his outing to the Brooklyn
Correctional Facility as much as Dave was.

"No
shit. She pretty?"

Dave
started to say, "Pretty? Try
friggin' gorgeous all ove--" but his sentence ended in a yell of surprise
as Bikky hooked the legs of his chair out from under him and sent him crashing
backwards onto the floor.

"Bikky!" Ryo was appalled.

"Sorry,
Ryo, but he had it coming.
Didn'tcha Dave?"

"Uh
yeah, guess I did," mumbled the red-faced Dave who was being helped back
up by a snickering Dee.

A
guard stuck his head in through the door and said sternly, "No horseplay,
people, or you'll have to leave."

Ryo apologized for the group and
promised that it wouldn't happen again. After the guard left, he fixed his
foster-son with an ominous glare and threatened to remove basketball privileges
indefinitely if Bikky managed to get them all kicked out of a prison.

"Yeah,
yeah, yeah," sighed Bikky in resignation and returned his eyes to the
floor.

"So,
what was that you were saying, Brian, before we had a rugrat down and a guard
taking an interest in us?" said Dee encouragingly.

"Oh,
uh, just that I miss my girl, that's all."

         "Does she come visit you?" Ryo
asked.

Brian
sighed. "Nah," he
said. "She was really pissed
at me when I got arrested. I
thought she'd come around, but I heard she's with a new guy now."

"That's
harsh, man," said Dave.
"Hey, Biks, did you hear that? Brian lost his woman. Shi--- I mean sheesh." He glanced anxiously at Ryo, hoping his
near-profanity hadn't been noted.

Bikky
transferred his gaze from the floor to the ceiling.

"You
people are driving me nuts," he muttered through gritted teeth.




&^&^&^&^&

         On
the ride home, Bikky and Ryo were quiet, but Dave had a lot to say and Dee was
the only one who seemed willing to give him any kind of response.

         "Hey Dee, do you think he has to
wear a hair net when he works in the kitchen?"

         "Oh,
for sure. And an apron, too."

         "Did
you guys see that one guard with the scar on his face? I bet some inmate shanked him or
something. Didn't Brian say they
all have to get up at 6:30 a.m.? Even on weekends! I'd wanna shank someone too, if I had to get up that frig—that
early."

         "Yeah,
it sucks, but I'm sure he's used to it by now," said Dee, blowing his
smoke out the window to hide his smirk.
He was thinking that inviting Dave along had been a stroke of genius on
Ryo's part. The kid was bringing
up all kinds of things that Bikky would have just refused to listen to if
they'd come from either his foster-dad or his foster-dad's evil accomplice.

       "Hey, Dee," Dave leaned forward from the back seat
and dropped his voice a little.

       "Yeah, Dave?"

       "Do you think Brian's still straight?"

        Dee quickly blew smoke out of the window again, before replying in a
casual tone of voice.

        "Straight how?"

        "Well...uh, no offense but..." Dave's voice dropped still lower. "Sexually."

"Couldn't
tell ya. It didn't exactly come up
in the conversation."

"Oh
come on! Don't tell me you guys
don't have some kind of special 'radar' about sh-- er, stuff like that."

         "Well, what
do YOU think, Dave?" Dee asked innocently.

        "I think a lot of
guys don't have a choice about stuff like that in prison."

         "Guess not,"
Dee agreed. "But he'll be out
in a couple months. You'll be able
to ask him yourself." This
time he grinned, because he just couldn't help himself.

         "No way,
man. I ain't gonna ask him
that! But everyone's sure gonna be
thinking it."

         Not quite as amused
as Dee, Ryo wanted to ask, "And does that make him less of a
man?" But then he stopped
himself because even to his own ears it would have sounded defensive. If the thought of that made Bikky think twice about knowingly getting
within a city block of a drug deal ever again, it would be worth it.


~~~end of chapter 10~~~
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