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Slave to a Gladiator

By Brit Columbia

Chapter Fifteen

Fandom: Fake

Pairing: Dee and
Ryo

Rating: We might
be back to mature here, although there's quite a bit of violence.

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, Agent Boris Brasov the David Beckham look-alike, and Trevor and
Cliff the palanquin bearers are mine. I was not paid in any way for writing
this story.

Summary: Ryo and Dee attend Diana's Halloween party, dressed
as a slave and a gladiator. The Commissioner has been roused to new heights of
badness by the irresistible sight of Ryo in his skimpy tunic. Dee, naturally,
takes exception. Whips are cracked. All hell breaks loose.

Author's notes: I
believe in a strong and equal Ryo and Dee. My Ryo swears occasionally, but only under strong
provocation.

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

Slave to a Gladiator

Chapter 15

As
Ryo's fist sent the Commissioner reeling out of the alcove, Ryo himself lost
his balance and staggered forward after him. They went tumbling against the
curtain together and somehow managed to bring it down on top of themselves
before the astonished eyes of the other party guests.

"What
the - " Dee lowered his whip, his attention no longer on the can of club
soda Jordan had launched a half-second before. Todd, who had just handed Diana
a cell phone with one hand, stepped forward briskly and caught the descending
can of soda in his other hand before disappearing back into the crowd. No one
noticed because they were all staring at the heaving, roiling curtain on the
floor in front of them.

There
appeared to be two men under it, fighting...or something. The shrouded figures
seemed to be struggling with each other, one cursing and one laughing. Were
they wrestling? Then there was a thudding sound, like a fist making contact
with flesh, and the laughing abruptly stopped.

"Outta
my way!" Dee strode forward urgently. He had a feeling - a very strong feeling - that the
mystery as to where Ryo and the Commissioner had gotten to was about to be
solved.

"Berkie!"
called Diana anxiously. "Is that you in there?"

"Yes,
Diana," came the Commissioner's muffled voice. "If you would like to
be of assistance, kindly get this curtain off Detective MacLean and myself
before he does me an injury."

"That
skulking, low-down, weasely scumbag!" Dee exploded, his face flushing with
fury. "What the hell is he doing under that curtain with my Ryo?"

"When
will he learn?" whispered JJ, rolling his eyes at Drake. "That
sexless dried out stick of a man is nobody's Ryo. Dee-Sempai is just wasting his - "

"Shh!"
said Drake. "I think he's gonna - oh shit -"

Dee
took aim with his signal whip at one of the figures crawling on his hands and
knees toward the edge of the curtain. That was where the Commissioner's voice
had come from. Last time he had let the bastard off easy, but not this time.
That son of a bitch had clearly had his slimy hands all over Ryo, and now he
was going to pay.

"Dee,
no!" yelled Diana and Drake at the same time as the whip went hissing
toward its target, but they were too late. The end of the whip cracked as it
struck the raised buttocks of the man who was within a couple of feet of being
free of the curtain. This action promptly produced a loud
"Yeeeee-ow!" of pain. A quick backhand snap of the wrist and Dee
landed another blow. That asshole may have a fancy leather chair in his office,
but he wasn't going to be able to sit down on it for a week, he thought
maliciously.

The
savage grin of triumph on Dee's face gave way to one of ludicrous dismay when
he saw the face of his victim. Ryo shrugged the velvet curtain off his
shoulders and leapt to his feet, yelling and clutching his buttocks with both
hands.

"FUCK!!"
he yelled, and then swore a blue streak while jumping around in pain.

"Some
slave," muttered Jordan critically to Rowan, who nodded in agreement, arms
folded.

Behind
him, the Commissioner had also emerged from underneath the curtain, glasses
askew and hair standing up, and he was staring at Ryo with his mouth open. He
had heard the two whip cracks along with everyone else, although he hadn't been
in a position to see what was going on. What the hell had happened to cause Ryo
to start springing about, hollering, and holding his buttocks? Surely Laytner
hadn't.... Oh, but he had! Laytner was the only person holding a whip, and the
expression on his face was really something to see.

As
Berkeley got to his feet, his glasses in his hand, Diana glided over to him and
whispered, "Make yourself scarce for a while, Berkie. I'll do what I
can."

Although
he was loath to miss whatever was going to happen next, Berkeley deemed her
advice to be his best possible course of action at that time. After all, Ryo's
anger was positively incandescent, and although that fool Laytner appeared to
have sealed his fate by inadvertently whipping his partner, Rose was sure that
Ryo's thoughts would presently return to the role that a certain NYPD
Commissioner had played in his current state of discomfiture. Yes, disappearing
to the men's room at this point would perhaps be the wisest thing he could do.

Ryo
eventually stopped all the hopping as the horrible, shocking sting of the lash
simmered down from searing agony to a more bearable burn. At that point, his
eyes lighted upon Dee, whose stricken face was advertising his guilt like a
neon billboard in Times Square.

"Dee,
you complete dickhead! I take it you're the one who's responsible for the
un-fucking-believable pain I'm in right now?"

"Ryo,
I'm so sorry! It was an accident - "

JJ
listened indignantly as Ryo cussed Dee out. Couldn't that uptight, emotional
retard understand the concept of 'accident'? How dared he spaz all over poor
Dee like that! Dee's, and for that matter, the Commissioner's, attraction to
Ryo continued to be a great source of mystery to JJ. From his perspective, the
man had exactly two settings: dull, boring, self-effacing bump-on-a-log, and
angry, scolding, violent freak. When he was in that second mode, he sure let
loose with the swear words, though. It was always something of a surprise to
hear such language from Ryo. JJ wouldn't have admitted it, but he was actually
a little afraid of Ryo when he was in that state.

"Baby,
I'll do anything, only pl - "

"Don't
you 'baby' me! Give me that whip right now! This instant!"

Ryo
snatched it out of Dee's hand and said, "Do you have any IDEA how much
pain I'm in because of you?"

"Uh,
well, yeah - "

"You
think so? Well, you're shortly gonna be in that much pain, too! Turn
around!"

"Ryo,
no!" Dee's eyes widened in genuine fear, and he started backing away.
"Those things do real damage, you don't understand - "

"Oh
yes I do understand! My butt understands PERFECTLY! Now turn around!"

Dee
did, but only to make a run for it. He would have made it to the door too, if
Agent Brasov hadn't rather treacherously kicked a coffee table into his path,
which caused him to lose his footing and wind up sprawled on the hard floor.
Ryo caught up with him in a flash.

"Don't
try to escape, Dee! I mean it! I'm not giving up until your ass hurts as much
as mine. Turn over!"

"Help!"
yelled Dee. "Somebody stop him, for the love of God! He's gonna send me to
hospital!"

"You
big baby!" snapped Ryo. "You can dish it out, but you can't take it,
huh?" He swung the whip back, ready to strike.

At
that moment, JJ flung himself bravely between Dee and the whip, his arms out.

"Stop,
Ryo!" he cried passionately. "I can't allow you to hurt Dee-Sempai. I
will shield him with my body, if
necessary!"

An
appreciative murmur at this act of heroism ran through the crowd.

Ryo
regarded JJ through a jaundiced eye. "Fine," he said. "I owe you
some payback for throwing fruit punch all over me, anyway. I suppose THAT was
an accident too?"

"I
did it for love!" JJ's voice rose in fear as Ryo snapped the whip off to
one side a couple of times. "But love is something that a cold fish like you wouldn't know anything about!"

"You
did it for love? What the hell are you talking about?"

"JJ,
quit talking," said Dee quickly from his position on the floor.

"JJ,"
called Drake anxiously. "Come away from Ryo. Dee's a big boy, you know. He
can take care of himself."

Ryo
snapped the whip again, but more powerfully this time, and the crack it made
caused everyone to flinch, including JJ.

"Keep
out of this, Drake," he ordered. "JJ's not going anywhere until he
tells me why he tossed punch all over my jeans and what love had to do with it."

"Oh
my God," said Serena to Drake. "I feel bad now for thinking that JJ
was exaggerating when he asked you to save him from this Ryo person!"

"Ryo's
usually not like this," said Drake. "Only when he's really, REALLY
pissed off. This is the first time I've seen him this mad. Most of the time
he's a super nice guy."

"Man,
this is the best Halloween party ever!" sighed Ted happily.

"Run
for it, Mr. Sexy," JJ stage-whispered loudly to Dee, trying to sound more
confident than he felt. "I'll
cover for you."

Dee
glanced at the door and saw that Agent Brasov had taken up an unobtrusive
position next to it. There would be no quick escape that way. Damn it, he was
going to get revenge on that FBI cocksucker if it was the last thing he did,
and to hell with Diana. There was a large potted plant nearby, however. Maybe
he could take refuge behind that. He just needed to keep himself shielded until
Ryo's blood cooled. Man, his beloved could be scary at times.

"Ready,
JJ?" Ryo raised the whip. "You still wanna take one for Dee? Here it
comes!"

"EEEEEEEEEEK!"
JJ's resolve abruptly crumbled and he scuttled off to one side, hurling himself
straight into Drake's waiting arms.

Ryo
snorted with contempt, and turned his attention back to Dee, who had slithered
behind some kind of potted shrub and was now cowering there instead of coming
out and facing him.

"Dee,
get out here and take it like a man!" Ryo cracked the whip at the plant,
shearing off the top twelve inches of its foliage.

"Not
'til you calm down, dude! Ack!" Dee ducked as low as possible as the whip
next severed a branch near his head, sending a small shower of vegetation down
on top of him.

Ryo
tried to raise the whip again, but found that something was stopping him. He
turned to see what the whip had gotten caught on, and saw a beautiful, slender
woman wearing cat ears and a latex bustier facing him. One high-heeled black patent pump was
firmly pressed on the tail of the whip.

"Detective
MacLean," she said, inclining her head respectfully. Her voice was gentle
and feminine, and her eyes were full of compassion. She held half of a raggedly
severed soda can in her hand.

"Ma'am,"
said Ryo guardedly. "Would you mind taking your foot off my whip?"

"In
just a moment, Detective. I certainly agree that Dee deserves a bit of pain for
what he did to you - "

"A
lot of pain!"

"All
right, a lot of pain. But I can't allow you to cut his flesh open and leave him
permanently scarred."

"What
are you talking about?"

"A
whip, especially one wielded in anger, can do serious damage. Easily. I'm
talking stitches and scars. Do you really want to see your partner's blood all
over the floor?"

"What?
No, of course not..."

"Look
at this." She held up the sliced soda can. "That whip you're holding
did this while you were out of the room." Serena knew that wasn't technically
true, as it had been the bullwhip that had done it, but she didn't think Ryo
needed to be acquainted with that detail. Plus, from her own experience, she
was aware that if cracked hard enough, a signal whip could do almost as much
damage. "This soda can is made of metal and the whip cut it clean through.
Imagine what it would do to human skin. Dee's skin."

Ryo's
reddened face suddenly drained of its color, and his stricken eyes darted from
the cat-lady to Dee to the whip in his hand. Abruptly, he flung it from himself
as though it had burned him. "Oh my God," he breathed, his hand
flying to his mouth. "Dee..."

Everyone
crowded forward, all talking at once. Serena put her arm around Ryo and led him
away, after asking Ted to keep the other guests back. Dee tried to follow them,
but she gave him a look that warned him to keep his distance for now. She
guided a dazed-looking Ryo to a nearby sofa and settled him down on it. Almost
immediately, he sprang back up with a soft cry of pain, his hand once more on
his backside.

Todd
materialized with a packet of ice cubes wrapped in a linen napkin that was
monogrammed with the initials of the hotel. He handed it wordlessly to Ryo and
melted away.

"Let
me see your injuries," Serena said gently, but Ryo shook his head rapidly.
This night had contained enough humiliation already. He wasn't about to expose
his thong-clad ass to a strange woman he had just met, no matter how nice she
seemed.

"I'm
an expert on whips." There was confidence, but also kindness in her voice.
"You're looking at the three-time winner of the Tri-State Whipcracking
Championships. I've also whipped rather a lot of consenting human beings,"
she added. "Recreationally, not professionally."

"Um..."
Ryo's face got even hotter as he tried to digest this information. "All
right," he finally said. "But not here, not with everyone so
interested. Let's go to the coat check area where we can maybe find a bit of
privacy. I think I'd like to put my coat on, too. I don't think I've ever felt
so... exposed."

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

"Thanks
a LOT, JJ," snapped Dee sarcastically. "'I did it for love!' Why the hell did you have to say that? Ryo's not
stupid, you know."

"Hey,
give JJ a break!" Drake protested angrily. "He was facing down an
irate guy with a whip. Who cares what he said?"

"Thanks
to you, I'm in even MORE trouble now," grumbled Dee.

"Thanks
to yourself, you mean. I don't know how you get yourself into these messes. I
know you were aiming for the Commissioner when you had whatever brain wave made
you swing that whip, but if you'd gotten him, you'd be unemployed right now! At
least there's a possibility that Ryo will forgive you. And you have the nerve
to bitch at JJ for saving your sorry ass?"

"It
was Serena who saved my sorry ass," muttered Dee ungraciously.

"Yeah,
she may have scored the goal, but it was JJ who made the assist," said
Drake, who was fond of hockey analogies. "And I think you owe him an
apology." He folded his arms and waited.

"It's
okay, Drake," said JJ meekly. "Dee's right. I shouldn't have opened
my mouth like that. I was just so scared! I couldn't think straight."

"Okay,
okay," said Dee irascibly, rolling his eyes. "I apologize, JJ. Thanks
for tryin'. But next time, keep your mouth shut, okay?"

"Okay!"
JJ brightened up considerably and gathered himself for a pounce. He stopped
however, when he felt Drake's hand on his shoulder.

"Ahem!"
Drake said meaningfully, a slight pinkness to his cheeks.

That
reminded JJ of the night ahead, so he pounced on Drake instead. "Thanks
for sticking up for me, Drakey! Come on, let's go. The night is yet young and
we've got things to do."

"We
sure do," murmured Drake in a husky voice that made Dee look twice at him.
"Should we say good night to Diana?"

JJ
shuddered. "No, let's just take this opportunity to escape. I wouldn't put
it past her to hand me a mop and make me start cleaning up the spilled
soda."

"You're
right. Let's just get the hell out of here. Ciao, Dee! Good luck getting Ryo to
forgive you!"

"Yeah,
whatever. Fuck off, you guys."

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

"It's
not too bad," Serena said encouragingly. You've got a couple of nasty
stripes that are already starting to bruise, but he didn't break the skin.
You're lucky you had that thick curtain protecting you, or you would have been
cut for sure."

They
stood between two aisles of coats in the coat check area. The lighting was not
the best, but at least they had a certain amount of privacy for Serena to
examine Ryo's weals away from prying eyes.

"That
bastard! What the hell was he thinking?"

"I'm
sure he wouldn't have done it if he'd known it was you," she said.
"But it was a really stupid
thing to do, and I don't think he should be allowed to get away with it, do
you?"

"No,
but what can I do? I don't want to injure him." Ryo spread his hands.
"By the way, thank you for stopping me. I don't think I could have ever
forgiven myself if I had really hurt him."

"You're
welcome," she said. "But don't be thinking that there's nothing you
can do." She leaned a little closer and dropped her voice just in case
someone was lurking nearby and listening. "Don't forget that I'm an
encyclopedia on the subject of punishment without permanent marks or health
complications."

"Er...
" Ryo blinked at her, feeling his face go pink again. "I suppose you
are."

"Would
you like a few suggestions?"

His
mouth tightened, then twitched in a half smile. "Yes," he said.
"I believe I would."

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

~end of Chapter 15~

Chapter
16 is on my LJ. If you want to
read it, go to http://brit-columbia.livejournal.com/

Thank you for reading. Season's Greetings! I hope 2009 is a
great year for all of you.
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