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Slave to a Gladiator

By Brit Columbia

Chapter Thirteen

Fandom: Fake

Pairing: Dee and
Ryo

Rating: Maybe
'mature'. I don't know if this is considered worksafe or not. There's one M/M
kiss, but whips are also cracked and kinky stuff is referred to.

Spoilers: to
Volume 7.

Disclaimer: Dee, Ryo, Drake, JJ, Commissioner Rose, Diana and Ted
all belong to Sanami Matoh, who created the popular manga, FAKE. But James,
Lily, Niko, his EMO slaves, as well as Serena the cat-eared whip-mistress, Todd
the bartender, and Trevor and Cliff the palanquin bearers are mine. I was not
paid in any way for writing this story.

Summary: And the jeans are off! The swaggering gladiator and
his reluctant slave attend Diana's Halloween party in NYC, where a roomful of
people all have power struggles with each other.

Author's notes: Please read and review. I might be a few days late with the next chapter.

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

Slave to a Gladiator

Chapter 13

Commissioner
Berkeley Rose observed Diana and her latest paramour work the room with her
tray of candles. Not that her Beckham-clone was doing any work. His main job
seemed to be holding the candles. Or was it gazing grimly at the guests? It was
hard to tell. Diana, however, was doing a fine job. He admired her excellent
hostessing skills. She had a way of attending to every detail while lighting up
whichever part of the room she was in.

His
attention was drawn away from Diana by a sudden loud squawk from the direction
of his entourage. To his horror, he saw Pamela running frantically this way and
that, her lovely long hair on fire. Why was no one helping her? Slamming his
drink down on the coat check counter, he immediately stepped forward, only to
be brought to an abrupt halt by the billowing of a curtain he had only vaguely
noticed earlier. The person erupting through it nearly collided with him.
Berkeley batted the curtain out of his way and was momentarily shocked by what
he saw. Was that...Ryo sprinting
to Pamela's aid? But of course it was. His long, bare legs were a blur in the
candlelight. What had he been doing behind the curtain? And why on earth was he
half-naked like that?

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Niko's
whip cracked loudly as he used it to carve a second smile in one of the decorative
pumpkins. This feat was greeted by
squirms of excitement and sounds of admiration by his remaining slave.

Ted
studied the slave analytically. It was driving him crazy that he couldn't
figure out whether this one and its missing companion were male or female. He
was currently about 60% sure that this one was female. Well, okay, 55%.

"There!"
Niko said gloatingly to Dee. "I bet you can't do the same." He held
out the whip in challenge.

"Not
interested." Dee pushed the whip back toward him.

"Not
skilled enough, probably."

Niko's
voice was more than a little smug, and it grated on Dee, who was considering
the pros and cons of sucker-punching the bastard.

"Like
Serena said, this ain't an S & M par -- what the hell?"

Screams
from the direction of the palanquin drew everyone's attention.

"Fuck,
is that chick's hair actually on fire?" Ted yelped.

"Oh
my God, that's Pamela!" Dee exclaimed. "And is that ... Ryo?"

"Go
Ryo!" yelled Ted gleefully. "Look at that - he's putting out her hair
with his pants. Holy shit. That's one thing I never would have thought of doing
with pants."

"He's
an absolute hero," said Serena fervently. "That poor girl." She
touched her own hair unconsciously.

Pamela
could be seen sobbing in Ryo's arms, while the Commissioner reamed out his
palanquin bearers for horsing around like morons and not only causing the
problem, but then not being man enough to do anything about it. They took his
dressing-down without a word, too. What could they say in their own defense? It
was Ryo who had saved the day, when they had just stood there gaping, like,
well, morons.

Dee,
Ted, Niko and Serena all moved closer so they could hear better. Gwen was
assessing the damage to Pamela's hair with a professional eye.

"You're
going to have a couple of thin spots," she said, but you're really lucky
it didn't burn all the way up. You have no scalp damage. You're lucky your hair
was so long and thick."

"Was?"
Pamela started sobbing loudly again, rubbing her wet, sooty face all over Ryo's
tunic.

This
made Dee grit his teeth. At the rate they were going this evening, getting his
deposit back on the slave costume was going to be damn near impossible. Despite
having been given instructions to the contrary, JJ had also damaged the costume
by splashing punch on it near the front hem. Dee decided that he was going to
wring that little bastard's neck for him the next time he saw him.

"Come
and see me tomorrow," Gwen said confidently. "I'll give you a cute
little pixie cut."

Berkeley
left the shamefaced bearers and came to offer comfort to Pamela.

"Berk!"
she wailed, throwing her arms around his neck. "Look what happened to my
hair!" She then proceeded to sob and snuffle all over him, too.

"There
there, my dear. There, there," said Berkeley, looking helplessly at Diana.

"Take
me h-home, Berk, please! Take me home r-right now!"

"Certainly,
Pamela. We'll have someone take you home, immediately," said Diana firmly,
stepping forward.

"But
I want Berk-"

"Berk
has to go over some papers for a kidnap case I'm working on," said Diana
smoothly. "It's a matter of life and death. But Gwen will take you home,
won't she?" She looked piercingly at Gwen.

"Uh,
well, I don't even know where she lives," said Gwen, taken by surprise.

"You
don't have to," said Diana. "She can still speak. Just ride in the
taxi with her and offer her some feminine comfort and reassurance."

Gwen
glared at Diana. "I think Trevor ought to be the one to take her home.
After all, this is all his fault."

Trevor
was the young palanquin bearer who had 'dipped' Pamela so that her hair dangled
over a pair of candles.

"Yes,
but I'm sure you feel equally bad
for standing around doing nothing while this poor girl was on fire,"
retorted Diana with authority. "This is your chance to redeem yourself
somewhat, wouldn't you say?" She turned away from the open-mouthed Gwen,
transferring her attention abruptly to the Commissioner. "Berkeley, give
them some taxi money. I expect Pamela will feel better when she's at home
drinking some hot tea. Trevor, get them their coats, and hurry up." She snapped
her fingers, exactly like she did with her staff at work, and damn if it didn't
have the same effect. Trevor hastened off toward the coat check area, grateful
for any chance to make himself belatedly useful.

"B-but
Berk ... " Pamela looked at him in confusion.

The
Commissioner unwound Pamela's arms from his neck, and stood there holding both
her hands clasped in his. "I'm sorry, my dear, but Diana is right about
that er, kidnap case. Don't worry about a thing. You may have lost a little
hair, but you're still beautiful. Go and see Gwen tomorrow, on me, all
right?" He looked down earnestly into her tear-filled eyes. "She'll
have you looking like Audrey Hepburn in no time!"

"But
- but -"

"Oh
look, here's Trevor with your coat. And it has a hood, too! How fortunate." The Commissioner
hesitated, then picked the least sooty area on her face to kiss, which just
happened to be her chin.

"Trevor,"
said Diana sweetly. "Please help Gwen on with her coat, too. Thank you so
much."

Gwen
looked resentfully at Diana and muttered something under her breath.

"Thank
you both for coming to my party," Diana said graciously to Gwen and
Pamela. "I'm so sorry you have to leave early like this, but perhaps we
can try again next year, hmm?"

Then
she asked Todd the bartender, who was hovering nearby, to make sure the
concierge put both girls into a taxi. "And as soon as you come back,"
she added cheerfully to him, "I think we'll be needing another round of
cocktails for the boys here." She pinched the cheek of one of the bearers
sympathetically. "They look like they could use a little cheering
up."

"Include
me in that round, please," said the Commissioner with a weary sigh. He
flopped down in a sitting position on his palanquin.

"Of
course, Berkie. How can you think I would forget you?" Diana picked up an
empty champagne flute from the coffee table and poured Cristal into it.
"This should tide you over for now."

He
accepted it from her with a speculative look. "Why thank you, Dee-Dee. You
think of everything." He touched his lips quickly with his fingertip and
then looked at it.

"Well,
I try. Sometimes I even succeed." A secret smile briefly touched the
corner of her mouth. "And no, she didn't get any soot on your face. Would
you like to borrow my compact to make sure?"

Berkeley
just grinned at her and shook his head.

As
Diana started instructing Boris to move all the candles away from the vicinity
of the palanquin, the Commissioner finally felt able to turn his attention to
Ryo. The young detective was standing quite near him, and he found himself with
a truly magnificent view. His face was just about at the level of Ryo's hips,
and he realized that if he leaned back a little in the palanquin, he could
almost see up the back of the other man's extremely short tunic.

When
Ryo had been running toward Pamela a short time ago, the Commissioner thought
he had caught a glimpse of what looked like bare buttocks. Surely he must be wearing underwear? But then, perhaps not.
The Commissioner had a feeling that Ryo had not intended to remove his jeans at
this party, and had in fact only done so because Detective Adams had managed to
cover him in punch. Therefore it was just possible that he had come out tonight
without anything on under his jeans. The Commissioner reflected that he had
gone out clubbing in a commando state himself once or twice, although he didn't
make a habit of it. Well, it would be so simple to find out Ryo's exact
underwear status. But...did he dare? He reached into his toga and withdrew the
cigar he had tucked there during the hair-on-fire debacle, stroking his fingers
sensually over its rough surface.

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"Well,
he's not in the men's room, either," said JJ. "I wonder where he's
hiding?"

"Let's
go back to the party and ask Diana, like you suggested," Drake said.

"Uhhh...I
have a better idea! Let's go ask the concierge if Ryo left in a taxi. That's
what he probably did. He probably went home to get some new pants."

"No,
JJ," said Drake firmly. "First I want to go back to the party and
check on Serena. I don't know if you noticed, but Ted was getting pretty
friendly with her back there."

"Oh,
that one doesn't want you to check on her. She's perfectly happy flirting with
all the guys in the room," sniffed JJ.

"Well,
when we were smoking outside, she was happily flirting with just ME. But then
you came along and..." He trailed off. "Hey, it was pretty dark out
there. How did you find us, anyway?"

"From
the irritating squeaking of your and her stupid latex costumes rubbing
together," muttered JJ.

Drake
was silent a moment, appearing to study the rather striking faucet fixtures of
the row of sinks off to his left, with a somewhat troubled expression on his
square, rugged face.

"JJ,
we're friends right?" He said this without looking at JJ.

           "Right."
There was a note of surprise in his partner's voice.

           "You
sure?"

           "Drake!"

           "Well...
you know, I gotta ask. What the hell are you doing, man?"

"What
do you mean?" JJ folded his arms stubbornly and leaned back against the
wall.

"This.
I got a woman out there who's interested in me. First nibble I've had in over
two months of nothing. If this dry spell goes on much longer, my dick's gonna
forget about its main job in life and start thinking that maybe pissing is all
there is. And here you
are...pulling me away, being rude to her, acting strange. I mean, what
gives?"

JJ
decided not to beat about the bush. "Drake, I'm sorry, but she's not the
right woman for you. She hangs with a fetishy crowd. Whips, leather, rubber,
spanking, sex parties..." By the sudden gleam in Drake's eyes, JJ realized
he wasn't exactly presenting a strong case. "Um...You wouldn't enjoy it,
Drake. You think you would, but the reality is a lot different from the
fantasy."

"How
would you know?" Drake's voice was edgy and challenging.

"I--I
don't, well not for certain. But I know you. You're not a kinky kind of guy. If
someone came at you with a riding crop, you'd jump up onto the dresser. And if
you think you're sweating in that latex suit now, wait until you're doing push
ups on top of another person who's also wearing hot, sweaty latex. Sure, it'll
be exciting, but it'll be stressful too. And in a few weeks, you'll end up
alone again, as usual, only this time you'll have a couple of pricey latex
outfits hanging in your closet that you'll never wear again."

Drake
wanted to be angry. But he also wanted to smile. When JJ put it like that, it
sounded, well, pretty unromantic.

"So
are you saying that I ought to actually turn Serena down? That I should go home
alone and once again have a little party with my right hand?"

"No,"
whispered JJ, taking hold of his bat-cape and pulling him closer. "I'm
saying you should come home with me."

"What?"
asked Drake, bracing himself against the wall with one forearm, while looking
down searchingly at JJ's upturned face.

"You
can spend the night. My new bed is super comfortable. And in the morning we can
go out for eggs benny."

"JJ,
do you seriously want me to give up a sure thing for a ... 'platonic' - I assume - pajama
party?"

"Who
said it was gonna be platonic?"

Drake
froze, staring at JJ in shock. He felt paralyzed. He groped for a witty
rejoinder, but his brain felt paralyzed, too.

"You
liked it before, remember?" The voice at his ear was slightly breathless.

Drake
felt JJ's hand on his ass, under his bat-cape.

Drake
found his voice. "Yeah, but you apparently didn't."

"What
do you mean, Drakey?" JJ bit Drake's earlobe gently, enjoying the quiver
that this small action produced in the larger man.

"You
never came back for more." Drake pushed himself back from JJ so that he
could look at him.

"You
never asked for more."

"What
if I ask you now?"

JJ's
only response was to pull Drake's head down and kiss him deeply.

When
their lips finally parted, Drake's head was spinning and he felt as though his
lungs were not pulling in enough oxygen for his body's needs. He also had a
prominent erection announcing itself in the front of his latex 'bat-briefs'.

"I'll
be straight with you, Drakey. We're not gonna have a relationship, 'cause I
don't do relationships with straight guys. Or even 'bi-curious' guys, which I
think just might be your new category." JJ smiled up at him mischievously.
"But we're gonna have a hot night that blows your dry spell to
smithereens. And in the morning we'll still be friends, unlike Miss
Way-Too-Much-Make-Up over there."

"Okay,"
said Drake, panting a little. "Just let me go break it to her, okay? When
my dick goes down, that is."

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"So,
Serena, tell me all about this stuff you and Niko here are so into." Ted
grinned at her and tossed back the first of the two drinks he had managed to
snag, although not without a certain amount of luck. That guy Todd, whom Diana
had sent to find a taxi for the the Commish's two female dates, had needed a
place to put his tray of Long Island Ice Teas before he left and Ted had been
only too happy to take it off his hands.

"I'm
sure it wouldn't interest you in the slightest," Serena responded
absently, but without looking at him. She seemed to be scanning the room for
someone.

"Sure
it would. Like, what the hell is a 'tawse'?"

"Something
you wouldn't want to be on the business end of."

"Come
now, Serena, give the fellow a chance," said Niko. "Perhaps he would." He pursed
his lips sensually and gave Ted an appraising kind of look that made the
younger man feel alarmed, hostile and creeped out all at the same time.

"Oh,
hey, look, here comes your slave back from the john." Grateful for a
distraction, Ted gestured with his empty glass, and Niko turned around to look.

The
slave Niko had earlier addressed as 'Rowan' walked slowly toward them with a
rather unsteady gait.

"Are
you feeling better now?" Ted asked kindly, thinking that he had been wrong
earlier. THIS one had to be female. Well, maybe. Now that he could see the two
slaves together, the other one looked more male than he had previously
supposed, although they both had this androgynous EMO thing going on.

Serena
laughed at his perplexed expression, and he grinned back. The Latex Goddess was
reading his mind; he was sure of it.

Rowan
rubbed his/her stomach and grimaced a little before smiling timidly up at both
of them.

Meanwhile,
Dee was staring at Ryo with mixed feelings. His lover, facing a small crowd of
admiring men and women, was busy downplaying his daring rescue of Pamela. He
looked utterly adorable in his skimpy slave tunic, with those shapely legs of
his on display. The trouble was, Dee thought to himself, he was not the only
person who had noticed how very perfect Ryo's legs were. While two of the women
held up and exclaimed over Ryo's stained and now singed jeans, two more were
looking him over as if they were crocodiles who were waiting for a particularly
clueless zebra to wander just a little closer to the waterhole. Dee was almost ready to kick himself for ever
having come up with that totally stupid idea of trying to get Ryo out of his
jeans. But wait a minute - hadn't
it been Diana's idea? Hopefully Ryo would never find out about the scheming
that had gone on behind his back.
And if he did, Dee thought, he would make sure he blamed it on Diana.

Dee
felt a hand on his shoulder and realized it was Serena. She looked from him to Ryo and back
again and then smiled at him. "Is he yours?" she asked.

"Yeah,"
he said with simple pride. "Best thing that ever happened to me." He
glanced at where Ted was attempting to engage the two bashful slaves in
conversation. "But not all of our co-workers know about it, okay?"

Serena
made a little zipping motion with her finger and thumb against her lips and
then laughed. "I'm happy for you, Dee. Really I am. You and Kelly had such
an up and down relationship, and the way she broke up with you was ... not very
considerate, to say the least."

"I
got over it." Dee shrugged, and then grinned at her. "But she sure
was hot, wasn't she?"

Serena
sighed and pretended to fan herself. "Stunning," she agreed.
"Now are you going to introduce me, or what?" She indicated Ryo with
one graceful hand.

"I'll introduce you, Serena," boomed Niko's familiar,
self-important voice. "I met him earlier. His name is Randy MacLean and
he's an NYPD officer. Did you see his belt?" A chuckle rumbled out of his
broad chest. "To think I believed I'd be the only man here with a whip
tonight. Detective Laytner, are you SURE you won't take me up on my
challenge?"

Dee
whirled around and glared at Niko with something very like hatred, although his
anger was more for himself. How could he ever have been such an idiot as to
allow his gorgeous, innocent Ryo to appear in public in a slave costume with a
whip tied around his waist? From getting Ryo into the slave costume, to getting
him out of his jeans, Dee thought, this had definitely had not been one of his
more brilliant nights.

At
that moment, Ted offered a welcome diversion. "Hey, Niko!" he called.
"What's wrong with your friend?" He pointed at Rowan, who was once more
shooting across the floor in the direction of the restrooms.

"I
wish I knew," muttered Niko, looking rather worried.

Because
he was interested to see which restroom Rowan chose to go into - the men's or
the women's, Ted was therefore watching when Rowan nearly collided with the
returning Todd. The bartender managed to spring aside at the last minute, a
slight widening of the eyes being the only outward sign that his composure had
been even a little bit shaken.

Diana
had noted the near collision too, and after assuring Ryo that Todd would be
back in a minute to take his jeans, she slid over to where Todd was mixing up
Caesars at the bar.

"That
slave of Niko's keeps running to the washroom," she remarked.

"Yup."
Todd was a man of few words.

"Hmm.
Chocolate martini?"

"Yup."
Todd poured liberal amounts of vodka into the cocktail mixture, and then added
several dashes of Tabasco. After a moment, he raised his eyes to see that she
was grinning at him, and he flashed her a quick, relieved smile as he stirred
the jug.

"Collateral
damage," she said, and shrugged. "At least it didn't happen to
someone I consider a friend."

"Agent
Spacey, I hope to never be off your list of friends," said Todd dryly,
which made Diana laugh.

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"Okay,"
said Dee to Serena. "I'll introduce you, but don't say anything about
Kelly and the stuff we all used to do together, all right? I don't think he's
ready to hear about that."

"Don't
worry," she said. "I can tell just by looking at him that it would
probably make him blush six shades of red. Hey - what's that toga-guy
doing?"

Dee
looked where she pointed and was instantly seized by rage. The fucking Commish
- damn his rat bastard ass to hell - was surreptitiously extending a long,
thick cigar toward the hem of the oblivious Ryo's tunic! Another couple of
seconds, and his partner's mostly naked ass would be exposed. Well, not if he could help it.

Without
a lot of time to consider his options, Dee acted purely on instinct. He turned
and snatched Niko's whip from the astonished man's hand. In a flash he had
shaken the whip out behind him and lined up on his target. Niko and Serena,
understanding what was about to happen, quickly stepped back out of the way.

Ted,
who had been alerted to the impending moment of drama by the way Niko's
remaining slave was suddenly clutching onto his arm excitedly, looked up just
in time to see the whip jerk up off the ground and snap toward Commissioner
Rose and Ryo.

~end
of Chapter 13~

Additional author's
notes: For those of you who
haven't read FAKE First Year Together: A New Day (May), Drake and JJ first had sex in my Fakeverse about
five months before this story takes place. They went up to Canada for a couple
of days to investigate a murder suspect that they didn't have enough evidence
to convict, and during that time, JJ introduced Drake to the pleasures of
man-sex. Nothing about their trip to Canada was described in detail because A
New Day is basically Dee and Ryo's
story, but the sex was referred to in Chapters 35 and 36.

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Another good reason to go there is that there are illustrations by
JDR1184 on the comments section of Chapter 13, one of them X-rated, plus a mini
Berkeley/Ryo lemon, written by me. You can't see/read this stuff anywhere but
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