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Slave to a Gladiator

By Brit Columbia

Chapter Eleven

Fandom: Fake

Pairing: Dee and Ryo

Rating: Worksafe.

Spoilers: to Volume 7

Disclaimer: These are Sanami Matoh's characters,
not mine. I was not paid in any way for the creation of this story.

Summary: Dee and Ryo, dressed
respectively as gladiator and slave, attend Diana's Halloween party at the New
York Palace Hotel. Assorted shenanigans ensue.

Author's notes: Please
forgive any inaccuracies you may find about the hotel. It was much worse
before, but since the last chapter, I've done more research. Despite that, the
fact remains that I've never actually set foot in the place. I've been working
from pictures and descriptions. I chose to make the courtyard of the New York
Palace darker than it probably is. From the pictures I've seen, it seems to be
quite well lit at night, but I wanted it to be a little darker and more
romantic.

Thank you to mtemplar, moontatoo, and the_ladyfeather for beta-ing this.

Slave
to a Gladiator

Chapter 11

Partially
hidden behind a large, colorful arrangement of exotic hothouse flowers, JJ
peered through one of the arched glass windows that made up one whole wall of
the lobby. He had trailed Drake and that latex tart down the broad, sweeping
staircase, but had lost sight of them once they had gone out into the
courtyard.

JJ
was sure that Drake wouldn't have just left without a word to him. They had to
be still out there smoking, that was it. Where the hell had Drake gotten to? It
was dark out there and the courtyard was huge. There were items of patio
furniture scattered here and there, along with large potted evergreen trees,
their dense branches adorned for winter with fairy lights. It seemed as though
a few other couples had also gone outside to get cool or enjoy a smoke. JJ saw
the red luminescence of a cigarette flare in the darkness as someone took a
drag on it. Could that be Drake? It was too bad the man was wearing a totally
black costume, or he would have been easier to spot.

The
first thing he had to do, thought JJ to himself, was to get himself into a
suitably casual frame of mind and then stroll out through the door. Next on the
agenda was to find Drake. After that, he wasn't sure what he was going to do.

JJ
had no illusions as to why Drake had gone out there with that cat-eared
Jezebel. His gonads were probably in overdrive after two months with no action.
JJ couldn't quite imagine what that would be like. Since becoming sexually
active at the age of eighteen, he had never gone longer than three weeks
without a partner. In fact the only times he had been without one for longer
than six or seven days were times when he was either up to his neck in
overtime, or sick with a cold or the flu. Poor Drakey must be about ready to
explode, he thought with a certain amount of sympathy, his eyes still searching
for a familiar pair of upright bat ears.

Finally,
he squared his shoulders and stepped back a pace from the window. The longer he
stood here hesitating, the more likely it was that Drake and That Woman were
'bonding', or something. He could almost picture them huddling close together
under the Batman cape for warmth, sharing cigarettes and exchanging lame jokes.
JJ left the sumptuous shelter of the flower display and began sidling along the
lobby windows in the direction of the door.

It
was time to go Drake-hunting.

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"Ta-daaah!"
sang Diana as she, Todd the bartender, and Niko and his slaves arrived at
Berkeley's fancy palanquin. "Drinkies!"

The
litter bearers looked pleased at the news that they were about to be getting
drinks. Or maybe they were just pleased at the return of Diana. She flattered
herself that it was perhaps a little of both.

There
was one bearer, however, whom she was sure was only pretending to be happy. He
didn't seem to want to be here, and he kept looking at Berkeley and then
looking away. She thought she could understand perhaps a little of what he
felt.

But
that didn't mean for one minute that she would put his interests ahead of her
own.

She
noted that Niko was openly admiring of Berkeley, who lolled indolently upon red
velvet cushions with gold tassels, his arms around two passably gorgeous girls.

"Commissioner,"
Niko began, "It's really great to meet--"

"Not
now, Niko. I need to explain the drinks," interrupted Diana, with a warm
smile and a hard glance that added shut the fuck up already, although not precisely with words. "Ladies
first."

Gwen
sat up and said coolly, "Oh, I forgot to tell you. I only drink
Chardonnay." She and Pamela exchanged little smiles.

"Well,
how about you Pamela? Are you going to break my heart and refuse this gorgeous
girls-only chocolate martini I had Todd make specially for you?" Diana
tried to make puppy dog eyes, but did not quite succeed. The effect was more
like Doberman eyes.

"Well..."
Pamela hesitated. "We brought a couple of bottles of Cristal. I was
planning to stick to champagne..." Despite her words, she was eyeing the
martini with unmistakable interest.

"Aw
come on, just try it. You don't have to finish it if you don't like it."

"Well,
maybe just a sip. Does it really taste like chocolate?" She reached out a
tentative hand, ignoring Gwen's little nudge.

"M-hm,"
Nodding enthusiastically, Diana passed it to her, being very careful not to
look at Berkeley.

"Just
a moment," Berkeley held up one finger. "Dee-Dee, darling, this
wouldn't happen to be the same kind of chocolate martini you gave my cousin
Lana, would it?"

"Certainly
not!" Diana stared into his eyes, determined not to be the first to blink.

"All
the same," he said, taking the martini glass from the hand of the
disappointed Pamela, "I think we shan't risk it. Pamela, my dear, I
ordered this Cristal especially for you, you know."

Pamela
looked adoringly at him. "Should I believe you?"

"On
the subject of champagne, you should always believe me," he said with a
smile, handing the glass back to Diana, with a brief glance of warning.

She
tried not to grit her teeth like she wanted to because she knew that if she
did, a muscle might jump in her jaw, and she certainly didn't want anyone in
this group to see how tightly wound up she was. Damn that man. Why did he have
to have such a good memory?

"All
righty then," she said smoothly, calmly returning the chocolate martini to
the tray that Todd was holding. "Todd will bring you an ice bucket and
some champagne flutes shortly." Fuck Gwen and her Chardonnay.

"What
exactly happened to your cousin Lana?" Gwen asked the Commissioner with a
tiny frown.

"Oh
she just had a bit of an allergic reaction, that's all," he replied
soothingly.

"Berkie,
would you do me the honor of drinking a Bloody Caesar cocktail?" Diana
asked, trying not to look at where Pamela's fingers idly caressed the side of
Berk's chest that was left exposed by his toga. "I had Todd mix up a jug
for you and your party."

"How
can I refuse a drink with such a name? Certainly I'll have one, Dee-Dee, as
long as you can promise me that I won't have any...ah... allergic
reactions."

Diana
took a cocktail glass full of opaque red liquid off Todd's tray and presented
it to Berkeley with a little smirk. "Of course not, my darling. Your only
known allergies are to monogamy and settling down."

The
group erupted in laughter, including Berkeley himself. While they were distracted by
merriment, one of Niko's two slaves snaked out a surreptitious hand and whisked
the chocolate martini off the tray. Todd, who despite his youth was a longtime
veteran of banquets, conventions and special events in the hotel business,
didn't blink an eye.

"And
for your hard-working and handsome 'bodyguards', too," said Diana, holding
up the jug. "Drink one with me, boys!"

The
four bearers cheered and took the empty tumblers that Todd handed them one by
one. Diana poured the cocktail mix into each glass, saying "Wait, wait,
all together now..."and then poured the dregs of the jug into a glass for
herself. Todd immediately topped up her glass from a bottle of mix, earning an
approving smile from her. Todd was very well trained.

"Hail
Caesar!" shouted Diana, and she and the four bearers clinked glasses and
tossed them back. One of them started coughing and another one got very red in
the face. The one who had seemed tense and unhappy suddenly looked as though he
were feeling better.

"Damn!"
he said. "That's one killer drink, ma'am."

The
few faint shreds of sympathy that Diana had previously felt for him went
fluttering out the window at the sound of that dreaded word ma'am. She could accept being called ma'am by her subordinates at work, but she didn't want to
hear it from random young hunks in a party situation.

Especially when the young hunk
in question couldn't have been more than five years younger than she was.

Ma'am,
huh? That did it; he was going down
with the rest.

"Todd,"
she called. "Please mix up another jug of magic for Caesar's muscle. And
bring champagne paraphernalia for Caesar and his, er... 'sisters'."

That
got another laugh, and she was able to bow out of the situation. It was time to
get Ryo out of his jeans. She caught Todd's eye and nodded her head at him. He
nodded back in understanding. Certain that a silent message regarding the
strength of the new jug of Caesar cocktails had been sent and received, Diana
retraced her steps to where she had last seen Dee and Ryo.

To
her secret pleasure, she saw Boris, her soccer player, trying his damnedest to
start a fight with Dee. Before she reached the little group, however, Ryo had
succeeded in wrenching the two men apart.

"Boys!" Diana called out. "What did I tell you about fighting?"

Dee
held up his hands in protest. "I controlled myself!" he said.
"The only reason this guy isn't out cold on the floor is because you said
that scary things would happen to anyone who got into a fight at your
party."

"Diana!"
said Boris. "This jerkoff claims that he's your friend, but I don't
believe he has any respect for you at all. He said - "

"All
I said was that my tongue would love to take you to the peak of Mount Olympus
three or four times," interrupted Dee looking as innocent as a man could
look while saying such words in mixed company. "Is that bad?"

"You
see? You hear?" Spluttering in indignation, Boris took a threatening step
closer to Dee. He topped the NYPD detective in height by about two inches, and
his whole body was quivering with the desire to punch somebody, preferably Dee.

"Agent
Brasov," said Ryo placatingly, "My partner is only kidding. He has
the greatest respect and affection for Diana, as do I. Dee's just pushing your
buttons, that's all."

Diana
widened her stance and put her hands on her hips. "Dee," she said
warningly. "You'd just BETTER be all about respect and affection here, or
so help me..."

"Of
course I am! I worship the ground you walk on, everybody knows that." Dee
silently congratulated himself for the convincing note of sincerity he inserted
into that last sentence, since it was one of the biggest lies he had ever told
in his life. But if it would help to get the Sea Hag into bed with this
asshole, it would be worth it. She was always sweeter and much less of a pain
in the ass when she was getting boinked regularly. "It's just that when
this nimrod here came over and demanded to know my intentions - like he's your
friggin' brother or something, I couldn't resist flipping him off."

Ignoring
both men, Ryo stepped forward and solemnly said, "Diana, would you please
have dinner with me on Tuesday night?"

For
a moment, she almost laughed at the pained expression on his face. Way to
make a girl feel special, Ryo, she
thought to herself, but she didn't let her amusement show. Ignoring Boris'
shocked look at this new and unexpected source of competition, she smiled
encouragingly at the shy detective and said, "Let's get you somewhere
quiet and private where you can change out of those sticky wet jeans, and we
can certainly discuss dinner, hon." Switching her attention to his
partner, she all but ordered Dee to go to the door and greet Ted, who was
hovering at the entrance wearing a rather threadbare-looking lion costume.

Once
he had been dispatched, she took a moment to bat her eyes at the brooding Boris
and tell him that he put her in mind of David Beckham in his costume, only
better looking, before whisking Ryo off to the little alcove she had mentioned
earlier to Dee. She fanned herself with a party napkin as they went. Managing a
room full of troublesome men was certainly an endeavor that required all of her
best multitasking skills. She hoped it would be worth it at the end of the
evening.

In
the blessedly cool chill of the moonlight, Drake was leaning comfortably
against a huge, square, waist-high planter that held one of the evergreens. His
legs were spread, and his adorable long-legged cat woman was between them,
pressing herself up against the faux-abs of his costume, her arms around his
neck. A little earlier, he had gently settled his cape around her bare
shoulders, a move she had liked. The smell of latex rose between their bodies
to mingle with the woodsy, cedar smell that was coming from the tree.

"Serena,"
he whispered. "Such a pretty name..." Then he kissed her again. She
tasted like cherry coke and the cigarette he had given her, and she squirmed
sensually against his hard-on in a way that made him groan into her mouth. It
had been so long!

He
had initially cursed this skin-tight Batman costume for being too hot and
constrictive, but JJ had insisted that he rent it, flattering him by telling
him that not many men had the body to pull off such a close-fitting outfit. He
had soon regretted his vanity, however, when the sweating started, which was
about 37 seconds after he had squeezed himself into his black rubber prison.
But now, however, he was thrilled that the costume had attracted this lovely
woman. She had promised to get him out of it - at her place, which was
apparently a short taxi ride from this hotel.

"Shall
we go now, Drake?" she murmured against his lips, and he allowed his hand
to slide down her back until it was cupping one of her buttocks through the
thin skirt she wore under her bustier. No panty lines. No underwear. Oh God.

"Drakey!
THERE you are!" JJ's loud, perky voice split the velvet darkness so
disconcertingly close to his ear that he instinctively let go of Serena and
almost fell down.

"JJ!
What the hell? You nearly gave me a goddamn heart attack!"

"Sorry
about that," chirped JJ, sounding about as apologetic as a robot.
"But you see, I need your...your help."

"What's
wrong? What do you need?"

"I,
uh, need your help with Ryo. He's mad at me." JJ tried his best to assume
a worried expression, although he didn't actually care very much whether Ryo
was mad at him or not.

Drake
snorted in disgust. "Well, that
can certainly wait until tomorrow. If Diana was mad at you, I'd say you'd
definitely have a problem, but Ryo is pretty civilized."

"Yeah,
but wait 'til you hear what I did! And it was an accident, by the way. Dee
seemed to think Ryo might wanna deck me. Drake, you have to save me!" JJ
flung himself on his partner, effectively dislodging Serena, who had no choice
but to give way.

Drake
tried to disengage JJ, which as Dee had learned long ago, was an action that
only caused JJ's arms to tighten with desperate strength. "Come on there,
little buddy. Settle down. I want to introduce you to Serena." He looked
apologetically at her. "I'm afraid we're not being very polite."

"How
can I think about politeness when I'm in danger of getting my nose
broken!" wailed JJ.

"You're
not going to get your nose broken," soothed Drake. "I'll come with
you and help you straighten this out, whatever it is, all right? Now please let
go of me and say hello to Serena."

JJ
reluctantly unwound his one of his arms from Drake's neck and sullenly extended
a hand to Drake's latest hussy. "Hi Sabrina," he said.

"It's
Serena," insisted Drake. "Serena, this is my partner - my work partner, JJ."

"Pleased
to meet you, JJ," she said, staring at him with a wonderment that Drake
couldn't fault her for.

After
all, JJ was still partially coiled around him, and clinging on for dear life
with his remaining hand. If Drake hadn't had direct experience that JJ's normal
behavior was like this, he might have suspected that the younger man was
jealous.

"Drake,"
said Serena slowly, a hint of doubt creeping into her voice, "are you
two... together?"

"No!"
he said quickly, thinking Oh no, not again. That was how he had lost Megan about six months back. "I said he
was my work partner, didn't I? But JJ and I are also friends," he added,
somewhat guiltily. He didn't want to hurt JJ's feelings by appearing to
minimize their friendship. "He's like this with everybody. Aren't you, JJ?
Especially with 'Dee-sempai'?"

"Whatever,"
said JJ and abruptly let go of Drake. He could take a hint! Besides, it was
time to let go anyway. Despite Drake's reassurance that they were just friends,
JJ believed that this cat-ho had gotten the message that things just might be a
bit, well, complicated between ol' Batman and Robin.

"Can
we go find Ryo now?" he demanded, once more ignoring Serena.

"Sure,"
said Drake. "Let's do that, and after we've made sure that Ryo isn't gonna
hurt you, I'm, uh...I'm gonna be heading out with Serena, here." He took
her hand and kissed it, while looking at her a little anxiously.

She
smiled back and he thought she looked somewhat reassured.

"Come
ON," insisted JJ, tugging on Drake's other arm. "It's fricken' cold
out here."

"Well,
you're not wearing a hot latex costume," muttered Drake, as JJ towed him,
and by default, Serena, toward the doors.

"Sizzling
hot," Serena remarked and giggled. Drake grinned at her and squeezed her
hand. JJ rolled his eyes, but because it was dark and he was in the lead,
nobody saw.

After
the crisp, clean sharpness of the New York winter air, the heat of the lobby,
with its wafting smells of food, perfume, and flowers broke over them like a
wave, and to Drake's dismay, his body immediately resumed sweating.

JJ
continued to haul them along, through the lobby and up the staircase to the
second floor room that Diana had rented. "Argh," said Drake, tugging
once more at his collar. "Let's make this quick, huh? JJ, do you see Ryo
anywhere?"

"No..."
JJ had already spotted Dee, who was talking to a mangy-looking lion that just
HAD to be Ted, but Ryo, for once, wasn't standing anywhere near him.
"Maybe he's in the men's room. Or he might be in the coat check."

"Why
would he be in the coat check?" asked Drake.

"Well,
I kinda accidentally spilled punch all over his jeans, so he might have taken
them off and put his coat on rather than show a little leg. You know what a
prude he is."

"Oh,
is that...Dee Laytner! So it is," said Serena suddenly, gazing in Dee's
direction in bright-eyed surprise.

"You
know Dee?" asked JJ in alarm, hastily upgrading her in his mind from
Jezebel Cat-Ho to Dangerous Hussified Dee-Stealer, First Class.

"Yes,"
she said, still smiling. "Quite...intimately, in fact."

"And
you don't, er, want to kill him?" Drake was looking equally as uncertain
as JJ. "'Cause we met a couple of women that Dee used to date, and they
both wanted to kill him."

"Yeah,
that's right," said JJ. "Except one of them wanted to kill him by
screwing him to death...At least that was what she said after her fourth drink.
So, um, do YOU want to kill him?"

"No,
of course not! He was once a student of mine."

"Not
at the Academy, surely," said JJ, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully.
"'Cause I was there, too, and I don't remember you."

"No,
it wasn't anything formal like that," she said. "It was a small,
private night class, a little on the kinky side." She turned her head and
smiled challengingly at both men. "He asked me to teach him how to use a
whip."

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~end of Chapter 11~

Author's
notes: Well, that'll give 'em something to talk about at the water cooler the
next day! The next post will show up here in a week.

I
made some minor changes to the previous chapter (as in eliminating the balcony
and the velvet curtain) because I wanted my depiction of the New York Palace
Hotel to be a bit more accurate. Once again, I'm amazed at my luck! It turns
out that the ever-helpful mtemplar has actually been to this hotel, so she was
able to point out various important details that needed changing. If anyone
would like pictures of the lobby, the courtyard, and the party room, just ask.
ONE day, I'm actually going to go to New York!

If
you want to read chapter 12, it's on my LJ. Another good reason to go to my LJ? Fake animations created by the amazing JDR1184! Check out Chapter 10, my personal fave on account of it being total FAKE-PORN, which you will find nowhere else in the world. There's another one of Dee dancing in his undies in Chapter 11. Scroll down to the comments in both chapters. And if you laugh out loud like I did, be sure to send JDR1184 some love. (Then maybe she'll make me some more!)
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