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FAKE
First Year Together: A New Day (May)

Pairing: Dee/Ryo

Rating:    Chapter 16 is NOT worksafe! Get yourself a pitcher of water and a
packet of sugar because there's a big ol' lemon coming. Do not read this at work or in the same
room as your mother. Unless she
wants to read it too, of course.

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 trying to find enough evidence to expose a crooked cop. This
story explores homophobic attitudes but is primarily a love story between two
men.

Disclaimer:   I do not own these characters.
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. I don't watch any police or
crime shows. In fact I barely
watch any TV at all. I don't even
read books about crime because I'm not particularly interested in the genre. However, I have done a certain amount
of research in the interest of realism for this story. I know that fingerprint matches and
drug tests in the police lab take longer in real life, and I'm sure the CSI
people wouldn't have whipped through their job so quickly, either. I am taking certain liberties with
these things in the interests of writing a (hopefully!) entertaining story that
I need to keep moving at a reasonable clip. So please forgive any inaccuracies you might find with
regards to police procedure, or feel free to point them out to me and I will
respond.

Please read
and review. Chapter 17 is already up on my Livejournal page at http://brit-columbia.livejournal.com/

Thank you to Blue Simplicity for all the praise, encouragement,
searching questions and your unparalleled eye for detail.

A New
Day chapter 16

"Grrr! Is that the best this stupid machine
can do?" snarled Dee, giving the AFIS computer monitor a good shake.

"Dee! Stop that!" Ryo hissed, looking
around nervously. "If Jeff
sees you abusing his computer like that, he'll ban us both from the lab. It took me a long time to get him to
trust me enough to let me use his workstation."

"But,
dammit---"

           "Simmer
down. It's not the fault of the
program if a print is smudged. It would have been nice to get some hard dirt on
Abernathy this early in the game, but I never expected it to be easy." Ryo
was regretting that Dee had decided to skip his cigarette because his irritable
partner clearly needed one.

Dee
muttered under his breath. He was
disappointed that the fingerprint check had only produced one print that was a
potential match for Abernathy's.
It had been found on the small bag marked 'Yours', but it wasn't clear
and it was only a partial print anyway.

Ryo
tried to cheer him up. "Hey, at least we've got Shaver. He didn't touch the drugs, but his
prints are all over the paper bag, along with Eddie's."

"Yeah,
that's something, ain't it?" said Dee, cheering up a little. "It's worth paying that bastard
another visit. You wanna go now?
Let's give Andrea a call and find out if he's at his desk."

Ryo
raised his eyebrows. "Is this
really Dee Laytner suggesting we go out on a call when it's already ten minutes
past quitting time?"

"Oh,
I'd work a weekend without pay just to see the arrogant look wiped off that
asshole's face," said Dee with a diabolical grin.

"No,
I think he can keep 'til tomorrow.
Remember the Chief asked us to work on the Lydgate case before we go
home today."

"Yeah,
and isn't it just like that damn walrus to give us another fucking deadline
twenty minutes before the end of our shift?" Dee's bad mood was returning, and Ryo didn't like the way he
was eyeing the AFIS computer.

"Come
on, let's just put in an hour."
Ryo hastily logged out and stood up.

"Okay,
but I need a cigarette first. I'm
going up to the roof, but I'll walk upstairs with you." Dee got out his cigarettes and put an
unlit one in his mouth.

They
exited the fingerprint room, and as they walked past the forensics lab, Dee
asked, "Hey, what time did you get the drugs into the lab? Liz was waiting for 'em."

"Just
before lunch," Ryo replied.
"It took Jeff and me almost two hours to lift all the prints, so I
couldn't get them to her earlier."

"I'd
better go visit her later and make sure she doesn't forget about them."

A
momentary look of irritation flashed across Ryo's face. "She's going to
think you've got a crush on her with the amount of time you spend in there
turning on the charm," he grumbled.

Dee
was pleased. Was that a jealous
note he heard in Ryo's voice?
"No way, dude. She's a savvy city girl. She knows I'm a one-man man."

Ryo
looked at him in alarm.

"No,
I didn't tell her," Dee said quickly. "Get a grip, doofus. The whole damn building knows I've been
chasing you for years. I can't
stop now. That would produce
suspicions for sure."

That
reminded Ryo of what Drake had told him at lunch and all the pent-up resentment
he had been holding inside him since then suddenly boiled up and over. Scowling
at his partner, he snapped, "Well, apparently every precinct for miles
around already believes I'm gay, and in fact did so long before I ever DID
anything certifiably gay, and I have YOU to thank for that!"

This
was hardly the time or place for this particular fight, however. He immediately repented his outburst
because he certainly didn't want to talk about this issue here, and now Dee was
going to demand an explanation. He
subsequently lengthened his stride to put distance between himself and Dee,
whose cigarette had just dropped out of his open mouth.

"Huh? What the hell are you talking
about?" called Dee, abandoning the attempt to keep up with him.

"Ask
Drake," Ryo shot back over his shoulder before disappearing around a corner.

Looking
perplexed, Dee retraced his steps and picked up the fallen smoke. He dusted it off and blew on it a
couple of times before tucking it back into his mouth and heading for the roof. He was going to smoke that sucker
before the day got any crazier and then he was going to find Drake and torture
him for information. And after he got it, he may or may not torture him some
more.

&^&^&^&^&

From
the thoughtful way that his foster-dad had been looking at him throughout
dinner, not to mention the oh-so-casual topics of conversation he was choosing,
Bikky had a pretty good idea of what was coming. Thomas had given him the heads-up last night before bed,
when Ryo had been reading in his room.
Bikky had let Dee believe his most recent fight had had something to do
with Carol, but it seemed that Thomas had blabbed that it had really been about
Ryo. Good thing he had asked Carol
to come over tonight. He hoped she
would get here soon. He did NOT
want to hear the inevitable lecture from Ryo; he knew what he was going to say,
and as much as he loved him and wanted to please him, he had a feeling that he
wasn't going to be able to agree to what Ryo would predictably demand.

Finally,
Ryo put his fork down and pushed his plate away. "B," he said. "We need to--"

Just
then the doorbell rang and Bikky sprang to his feet with alacrity. Thank God.
"That's Carol. I'd better let
her in."

"You
didn't tell me Carol was coming over," Ryo said with a frown. "You're grounded. You're not supposed to be having
visitors."

"Yeah,
but this is a special case," Bikky called as he unlocked the door. "Hey Carol! Come on in. Did you bring your mealworm notes?"

"Huh?" She was momentarily confused, but saw
the warning look on his face and caught on. "Yep, got 'em right here," she said cheerfully,
patting her backpack. "Hi
Ryo! I'm not interrupting dinner,
am I?"

"No,
no, we're all done."

"Oh
that's good," she said.
"I'm here to help Bikky study."

"Yeah,
I got a big biology test on Friday," Bikky added, looking hopefully at Ryo. "I wanna get a good
score." He was pretty sure
Ryo wouldn't send Carol home now that she was here. And if she stayed, he would be safe from the inevitable
interrogation for another couple of hours. If he was lucky, Ryo might even go to bed early.

But
he had reckoned without Ryo's determination.

"Carol,
would you excuse us for a little while?
There's something I need to talk to Bikky about. We'll just go into his room, so you go
ahead and help yourself to whatever you want in the fridge. There's milk and juice, or you can make
yourself some tea if you prefer."

"Uh...okay." She looked uncertain. "Or, you know, I could go and come
back later..." Her voice trailed away when she saw Bikky standing behind Ryo,
waving his arms and shaking his head violently. "How about I just have some milk!" she said
brightly, and headed for the fridge.

"Sure. We'll be back soon," said Ryo, who
caught Bikky's eye and jerked his head toward the boy's room.

Once
the door had closed behind them, Ryo moved a pile of books off Bikky's storage
chest and sat down on it, resting his elbows on his knees. "Sit," he said, indicating
the bed.

Bikky
sat, and Ryo took a deep breath.
"I had an interesting conversation with Thomas last night," he
said.

"I
know, and you're pissed about the fight all over again. But I'm already grounded for that,
remember? You can't ground me
twice for the same offense."

"I
don't intend to. This time I want
to talk about your reason for fighting."

Bikky
waited. He wanted to find out
where Ryo was going with this before he said anything.

"I
understand you've been having some trouble at school and it's because of
me."

Bikky
shifted uncomfortably. Okay, it
was what he had thought. "Ryo, I always had trouble at school. For lots of reasons."

"But
now it's because your dad is...in a relationship with another man, right?"

"Yeah,
but that's nothing new. That's
been goin' on for years. And the
shit I get for being a naturally blond 'jungle monkey'."

Ryo
looked shocked. "They call
you that?"

"Yeah,
all the time. And other things
too. I'm used to it."

"And
do you fight them when they say those things?"

Bikky
looked past Ryo at the door.
"Sometimes," he said.
"But I been trying to tone it down because you asked me to."

"Well
why couldn't you tone it down the other night? Why couldn't you just ignore the guy who was using me to get
a rise out of you?"

"Ryo...You
know, if it's just me they're dissing, it's not so bad. I can handle it most of the time."

"I'm
really sorry, Bikky. I'm sorry
that you have to go through this because of me." Ryo bit his lip.
"When you first came to live with me, you thought you were getting
a straight foster-father, and now I've gone and pulled the rug out from under
your feet. I don't know how to
advise you, except of course to say that you don't have to fight for me. I'm an adult and I can fight for
myself."

"Not
in MY school, you can't. Get real,
Ryo!" Nowadays Bikky often
found himself dumbfounded at the things that came out of his foster-dad's
mouth. Were they living on the
same planet or what? Ryo must have
had a sweet and innocent childhood like out of some old-time movie that had
left him unable to imagine what life was like for kids today.

"Bikky,
why can't you just let it go when the teasing starts and walk away? Is that really so hard?"

"Because
sometimes...walking away is the wrong thing to do." Bikky hesitated, just in case Ryo got
mad and started scolding, but when his foster father just looked at him
questioningly, he gathered his nerve and went on. "Look, I know I'm just a
kid, but in a few years I'll be a man.
I can't just stand by and let some scumbag talk disrespectfully about
someone I care about. I gotta call
'em on it, or I can't look at myself in the mirror, and if that leads to a
fight, so be it, even if I lose."

"Bikky--"

"Could
you?"

"Could
I what?"

"Could
you stand by while someone dissed a person you care about?"

"Well,
that would depend. It'd depend on
whether or not the 'dissing' was warranted or not. It would depend on whether the 'disser' was holding a gun...
It's not that simple."

"What
if it wasn't warranted, and there was no way you could die?"

"Well,"
Ryo paused uncertainly, not sure how Bikky had managed to turn the tables on
him like this. "Well, in that
case, I guess I would have to say something, but I think I could manage it
without getting into a fight."

"I
heard you talking to Dee. About
Thomas' dad. You kind of got into
a fight with him, didn't you?"

"Yeah,
kind of. But he wasn't dissing
anyone in particular. He was just
being a jerk."

"Well,
Dee seemed to be worried that your career might need emergency surgery. The
jerk guy you took on has more power than you, doesn't he?"

"Yeah."

"He
thought you were going to take sh-- I mean crap from him, but you didn't, did
you?"

"Bikky,
really, 'crap' is just as bad as 'shit'."

"No
it's not, they're totally different. 'Shit' is worse."

"Never
mind, we've gone off subject here.
The point I was trying to make is that I'm not some kind of weakling you
have to fight for. I don't want
you to fight for me. I can fight
my own battles."

"You
weren't there to fight your own battles.
And what would you have done if you had been? Punched out Aaron
Brody? I don't think so. Anyway,
it was not only all over school, but it was getting out of hand. I took care of it." Bikky looked at the door again. Carol was right behind it; he was sure
of that now.

"Bikky,
you should have talked to one of your teachers. Or told me. Or
just ignored them." Ryo was
wearing that stubborn expression that Bikky and Dee both knew so well.

"If
I had, I couldn't live with myself."

At
that point, the door opened and Carol stood there looking flushed but
determined. "Ryo, I'm so
sorry, but I've got to say something." The words tumbled out of her in a
rush, as though she expected to be momentarily interrupted and sent away.
"Firstly, most people are like sheep. They just follow whoever they think is a leader without
really thinking about it. They all
would have just joined in with Aaron and his gang if Bikky had ignored
them. And anyway, there were a
couple of unexpected benefits as a result of that fight. Now, the gay students
we have in our school, not that there's that many of them, are all breathing a
little easier. By standing up for
your right to be gay, Bikky advanced their cause a little. Second, you don't have to apologize for
being gay. We love you for who you
are, straight or gay. And please forgive me for interfering. I mean no
disrespect." She bowed her
head, aware that she had just taken a huge liberty with a man who had always
been kind and generous to her.

Ryo
blinked at her, not sure what to say.
First of all, it made Bikky sound so noble for brawling, and secondly,
Carol had just said he was gay. Am
I gay? he asked himself. Is that my new label? And am I
apologizing for it? With difficulty he forced his mind to
return doggedly to his point, which was no more fighting, or at least,
dramatically less fighting for Bikky.

"Carol,
Bikky, this conversation is over.
No more fighting, and I mean it this time." His voice had the ring of authority,
but in his heart he knew he had lost that round. He needed to go away and think about what Bikky had said. He also needed to think through what he
had learned from Drake earlier, so he could decide how to proceed. He stood up to gain the further
advantage of his height over them, and added. "You may as well get busy studying for that...mealworm
test, or whatever it is."

"Yeah,
Bikky's mealworms died," said Carol innocently, "so he's not going to
know how to answer the second half of the test questions. You want to know how they died? It's really funny." She ignored the way Bikky was glaring
at her.

"No
thanks," said Ryo. "I'm
sure I'd be happier not knowing."
He left the room and went to the kitchen, where he poured himself a
glass of wine. Congratulations,
super-dad, he told himself
dejectedly. You certainly
handled THAT well. He had to think. There just hadn't been any time for reflection in the last
few days. Everything was changing
so fast around him and he needed to know how to function in this totally new
life he had suddenly been plunked down in the middle of. If I'm really gay, I wish there was
some kind of manual because I don't know how to be gay. And apparently I don't know how to be an
effective parent either. He sat on the sofa, sipping his wine,
and his thoughts went to his IA nemesis, Mike Abernathy. But I do know how to be a good cop, he thought grimly. And I don't care how long it takes me, but I'm going to nail
your ass to the wall, Lieutenant.

The
phone rang loudly, disturbing his dark thoughts.

"McLean?" It was the Chief's gravelly voice.
"Better get your butt down to the Westington. We got a dead hooker here who seems to have OD'd snorting heroin
through a rolled up business card -- yours."

"What
the--? Black girl, young, yellow
dress?"

"That's
the one. CSI's going over the
scene right now, but I think they'll be done soon. I'm putting you in charge because you seem to know something
about it. Is that no-good partner
of yours there with you?"

"No,
sir," Ryo said, slightly defensively. "Why would he be? He doesn't live here, you know.
"

"Well,
give him a call and get him to meet you at the scene. You guys are going to be putting in some overtime
tonight."

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

Detectives
McLean and Laytner stood over the corpse of the girl whom they had talked to
just that morning. She was covered
in dried vomit and her once-beautiful brown skin was mottled with dark
purplish-red patches from the effects of livor mortis.

"So
it's an OD?" Dee asked the
nearest CSI tech.

"Yeah,"
she replied, giving his lithe but powerful form an appreciative look. "See
this?" She pointed to a
little plastic bag partially under Tammy's body. It appeared to contain a coarse white granulated powder.

Ryo
frowned as he took in the fact that the bag had a label on it. And he couldn't read the whole thing,
but he could have sworn it said 'Yo--' something. Yours. It
probably said 'Yours', like the bag he had dusted for prints earlier.

"Hey,
can we take that? Are you guys
done with the photography and all?"

"Yeah,
pretty much. We've swept for
fibers, dead skin cells and hair, and I think Gill has taken all the pictures
he's going to. What was that,
Gill?"

"I
said the coroner's people are downstairs.
They're coming up to take her away."

"Oh
thanks," she replied, and turned back to Dee and Ryo. "Hear that? You can have the dope."

Ryo
bent down and tugged it gently out from under Tamara with one gloved hand. He dropped it into a plastic zip-lock bag
that Dee held open for him, and tucked it carefully into his pocket.

"Did
she have any ID?" he asked the woman.

She
shook her head. "Not even a
library card. That'll make it hard
to contact her family."

Dee
was looking around. "He came
back after we left," he said to Ryo. "Some of his stuff is gone. There was a tool kit here
earlier."

"Yeah,
and a couple of laptops, too." said Ryo.

They
walked about carefully, their street shoes covered with protective
booties.

"Was
the door locked?" Dee asked the woman.

"Not
according to the manager," she replied.

That
meant Eddie had probably gone out the window a second time that day. But before or after this girl
died?   They'd need to find
out if there were any witnesses around who would sell what they knew for the
price of a pack of smokes. And they had to find Eddie, for a whole lot of
reasons.

"What's
your guess on the time of death?" Dee asked his partner.

"Ten
to twelve hours, but let's ask the coroner's people when they get here."

"I
think so too. I bet this happened
right after we left." He
turned to a cop in uniform who looked familiar. "Hey, buddy, this your beat?"

"Yeah. Officer Perlman. Call me Mac. I know you -- Detective Laytner, right?"

"Yeah,
that's me. And this is my partner,
Detective--"

"Randy
McLean. I heard of you too."

As
Ryo shook hands with him, he couldn't help but wonder how the man knew of
them. He hoped it wasn't the
effects of the 'gay' rumor surfacing again. Dammit, he was starting to get paranoid about this.

"Yeah,
you guys got yourselves a rep for being quite the star detectives, huh?"

"We
do?" Ryo hoped his extreme
relief didn't show on his face.

"Hell,
yeah. When you guys solved the
Mueller case last year-- the one where that disabled kid had been missing for
years -- it just blew me away.
That was a dead file. The trail was cold enough to chill a beer
on."

Dee
and Ryo responded at precisely the same time, Dee saying, "It was all him,
man," and Ryo saying, "Well, it was Dee who figured--" and Mac
broke into a smile. It was clear
why this partnership worked.

"You're
going to want to know about witnesses, I take it," he said.

"Yeah.
Have you got any?" asked Ryo.

"You
bet. There are a couple guys downstairs who said they saw a junkie coming down
the fire escape around noon. I
told 'em not to go anywhere."

"How
about the desk clerk?" asked Dee.

"Oh
he didn't see nothin'. He's got it
in for the police, that one."

"Yeah,
I know the type. He'll change his
tune, just you watch."

"Come
on, guys, I'll take you down and point them out to you," Mac offered.

"Sure,
Mac. Just give us a second,
okay?" Ryo had spotted three
staffers from the coroner's office outside the door, accompanied by a wheeled
stretcher. The two detectives
conferred with them briefly and established that the autopsy would probably
take place Friday morning.

"You
can call for the results a couple of days after that," one of the men
said, handing Ryo a card. Dee made
a mental note to start phoning and bugging them around noon on Friday.

"Let's
get this into the lab right after we're done with the witnesses," Ryo
said, referring to the small bag of heroin. Dee nodded in assent and they left the depressing little
room for the second time that day.
It had gone from being a shabby and unappealing bedroom to a chamber of
death in the space of a few hours.
He offered up a silent prayer for Tammy as they went down the stairs. Lord, please take care of her. Forgive her and love her because she
sure didn't have an easy time of it down here. And
then he added a prayer for himself, his eyes on the light brown hair and broad
shoulders of the man walking before him.
Lord, please help me find a way to keep him. Don't let him push me out of his life.

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

When
they got to the lab, they were surprised to find Liz still working.

"Hey,
sweetheart, what's with the overtime?" chided Dee. "Can't a beautiful
woman like you get a date on a Wednesday night?"

"I'm
doing overtime for extra vacation days next month," she told him,
obviously enjoying having been called beautiful. Liz was not exactly beautiful,
but she did have an impressive pair of legs that she was not averse to showing
off. "I'm going to the
Bahamas with a couple of girlfriends.
We'd offer to take you along if you promised to wait on us hand and foot."

"Aw
come on, Liz, don't tempt me like that.
You know I can't leave my sweet, innocent partner alone with all the
wolves in this building."

"Why
don't you come too, Randy?" She smiled coyly up at him. "It'd be a blast."

"Nah,
he'd have to bring his kid and that little twerp would spoil everything. Trust me," said Dee. He noticed that Ryo was wearing the
blank expression that he always put on whenever he was irritated with a woman,
so he quickly steered the conversation in a more professional direction.
"I don't suppose you had time to check through that pack o' smack we
brought you this morning?"

"As
a matter of fact I did," she informed him. "It was actually rather interesting." She leafed through a pile of files on
her desk until she found the one she was looking for and flipped it open. "You had seventeen bundles of
B-grade heroin cut with the usual household products, but it was this little
one that really caught my attention." She reached into the plastic tray that contained their work
order and held up the small bag that had the 'Yours' label with a pair of
slender tongs.

Both
detectives looked at her avidly and it gave her great pleasure to be able to
tell them something that they really wanted to hear. These were the moments she lived for in this frequently
unrewarding job.

"There
was enough fentanyl in this one to kill a horse," she said. "Good thing you got it off the
streets."

Dee
and Ryo stared at each other and then Ryo mutely pulled out the matching bag
from his pocket.

"This
one killed someone today. Could
you possibly check it out for us?"

"But
be real careful with the bag," said Dee. "We need to tape it for prints later."

"I'll
do it right now, and you can take the bag," she said. "Now that I know what I'm testing
for, this shouldn't take long at all."

&^&^&^&^&^&

"What
the hell? You expect ME to do your
dirty work for you? This is
un-friggin'-believable. And aren't
I still grounded?" Bikky
stood mutinously in the ratty sweat pants and oversized T-shirt he usually wore
to bed. He had not had a
particularly successful evening.
The tight tank top Carol had been wearing had made it hard for him to
concentrate on his homework, and even when Ryo had cleared out and left them
alone together, she had rebuffed his, he now realized, clumsy attempt to kiss
her. In addition to that, there
was a party on Friday night for the basketball team and the cheerleaders to
celebrate their win over Tremayne, and due to the fact that he was grounded, he
would be the only person who wouldn't be there. And now here were Ryo and the perv, expecting him to run
down Eddie for them at their friggin' convenience, like a good little hunting
dog.

           Ryo
gritted his teeth. "Bikky, we
just want to talk to him. I swear
to you that I will not arrest him unless he commits a crime right in front of
me."

           "Well,
I may not even be able to find him, you know. You guys have busted in on him twice now. You can bet he's
gone to ground. Might take me a couple days..."

Dee
was not in a particularly patient mood.
"Cut the crap, punk.
You could track him down in an hour. Two, tops. Now do you think he'd be happier if you
find him for us, or if the whole of the goddamn NYPD starts looking out for
him?"

           "You're
bluffing, loser! You don't have
that kind of clout!"

           "Just
try me, scum-monkey. And when they
haul him in for us, I'll be sure to tell him about how you could have helped
but didn't give enough of a shit to spare him some aggravation."

           "Dee,
stop pressing his buttons," said Ryo. He turned to Bikky.
"Look, we think Eddie might be involved in something that's gonna
get him into some pretty bad trouble.
We just want to talk to him and find out how deep he's into it,
okay? No arresting, no trips to
the station."

"What
kind of trouble?" asked Bikky warily.

           "I'm
sorry, but that's all I can tell you."

           "Lemme
think about it," muttered Bikky.
"I'll let you know in a little while." He stalked off to his room and
defiantly gave Dee the finger before shutting the door with a bang.

           Ryo
put a hand to his head. "I'm
really not happy about involving Bikky," he said.

           "Me
neither," said Dee. "But
it looks like someone's decided that Eddie has outlived his usefulness. What happened to that hooker was meant
for him. It'd be in his and our best interests if we found him first and got
him to cooperate." He stretched and his eyes ranged in the direction of
the kitchen. "Got anything to
eat around here?"

"Didn't
you eat dinner?"

"Yeah,
but it was only a couple of slices of really old leftover pizza."

"There's
stew in the fridge, if you want it.
And bring that bottle of Chianti that's on the kitchen
counter." Ryo sat wearily
down on the sofa and picked up the glass of wine he had abandoned a couple of
hours before.

In
the kitchen, Dee rooted around in the fridge until he found the stew. Things were looking up. He was back in Ryo's apartment on a
night when he had expected not to be, he had been given permission to make himself
at home in the kitchen, and his lover wanted to drink wine, which definitely
opened up possibilities for later.
Best of all, Ryo didn't seem to have enough energy to continue the fight
he had started earlier.

           Ryo
drank wine while Dee polished off the stew, and they discussed the case. First thing the next morning, they had
to go talk to the Chief and tell him about the fentanyl-laced heroin. What had initially appeared to be an
overdose was now looking like murder.
And if they didn't find Eddie soon, there was likely to be another
death. Eddie was suddenly an
important witness to a murder case, if not an accessory. And then there was Ned Shaver. They had to catch him early and scare
him into talking. Liz had
confirmed for them that the second 'Yours' bag contained the same deadly
mixture as the first. Unfortunately, it had not yielded any useful prints, but
they still had the partial print on the first bag that had a 28% probability
factor of being Abernathy's.
Inadmissible in more ways than one. They decided that if they could get
Shaver to bring up Abernathy without being prompted, they would exaggerate that
percentage in an upward direction.

"Then
again, the Chief might not want us to talk to him," Ryo said
thoughtfully. "He might want
him put under surveillance for a while.
Abernathy too."

"Too
risky. Someone would talk. Besides, they're cops. I'd know in five seconds flat if I was
under surveillance. Wouldn't
you? Nah, I think our best chance
is to go full-frontal on Shaver and see if a murder one charge will be enough
for him to sell out Abernathy."

They
heard Bikky's door bang open, and he came back into the living room and stood
regarding the two men with his arms folded across his chest.

"Okay,
I thought about it. Here's the deal. I'll find him for you and I'll put him on
the phone. If you can talk him
into a meeting, then go for it.
But at least you can say what you gotta say and maybe get a few of the
answers you need. Is that good enough?"

Ryo
nodded. "Thanks Bikky."

"And
even though doofus here thinks I can find him in an hour, there's no way I
can. I got school tomorrow and
basketball practice at four. I'll head out after that, and I ain't making any
promises. Got that?"

"What
about dinner?" Ryo asked.

"Just
gimme some money for a burger and I'll grab something on the way. Right now I gotta make some phone calls."

"Go
for it, Bik." Dee handed him
the phone, which Bikky snatched with a withering glare. He turned around and marched back to
his room.

Ryo
glanced at Dee. "At least he
didn't slam the door this time," he remarked.

"More wine?" suggested Dee,
picking up the bottle. Ryo was starting to look relaxed, which was a good
sign. Plus, he was kind of excited
about the new developments of today and the chance to turn the tables on Mike
Abernathy. Dee hoped that was
going to add up to some sweet moaning and pounding later. They hadn't had sex
since Saturday night, and now it was Wednesday. In Dee's opinion, that was three days too long. Above all, he wanted the closeness, the
intimacy. The last couple of days
had been really tough. He wanted
another opportunity to remind Ryo how good he could make him feel.

He
was used to Ryo's mercurial moods.
He accepted it as part of the territory, but today he felt that Ryo had
gone through every mood in his repertoire. But the worst moment was when he'd
flared up in resentment about an alleged rumor going around that he was gay,
which he considered to be all Dee's fault. Dee had subsequently gotten the details from Drake. He scowled at the memory. That idiot
Drake had to go making trouble by telling Ryo something that he probably never
would have found out on his own, and Dee had told him off for it.

"What
the hell did you have to go and do that for?" he had complained bitterly
to Drake. "Are you trying to
jam me up here?"

"Sorry,
man. I just thought he had a right
to know."

"Yeah,
that just totally sucks!" Ted interjected. "Quit laughing, Marty. This is no joke.
I haven't been laid for months and it's probably all your fault, Dee.
And you, JJ! Quit fucking flaming
all over the city! Or at least
tell 'em you're still Bronx."

"I
do NOT flame," protested JJ, offended. "And if you haven't been laid for months, it's probably
due more to your own shortcomings than to a half-baked rumor which I think
everyone's blowing out of proportion."

"Yeah,
you can afford to think that because you're already gay," put in James,
Eliza's partner. "But what
about those of us who aren't, huh?"
But he was laughing.
"Oh well, at least now I have a good excuse when my mom asks me why
I don't find a nice girl and settle down."

Dee
admitted to himself that he was a little hurt that Ryo still seemed so
horrified about being thought gay by other people. To him, it was so straightforward. He never had been a guy who could live life in the closet,
always trembling lest his shameful secret be discovered. But he had known many people over the
years who had made the choice to keep their sexual orientation personal, so it
wasn't totally outside his thinking.
Ryo had made no bones about the fact that he was not ready to be out,
that it was too soon. He wanted
time to get used to his new life first before he told the world about it. Dee accepted this. He was so happy to have Ryo's beautiful
body surrendering to him in bed, and more than that, to have his love on an
emotional and exclusive basis. He
had been willing to accept Ryo on just about any terms he chose to set.

He
wondered for the hundredth time if Ryo loved him enough to withstand the
pressures of living a gay lifestyle in an often homophobic world.

Well,
faint heart never won sexy man, he told himself and joined Ryo on the
couch. Once there, he reached down
and picked up Ryo's feet, gently pulling them up onto his lap.

"Whoah--what
are you doing?" Ryo hastily
set his wine glass down on the coffee table with a clink.

"Did
I ever tell you about my foot fetish?" asked Dee, removing his partner's
slippers and then his socks.

"No,
but perhaps now would be a good time." The corner of Ryo's mouth was curved in a slight smile.

"Well,
it's been a great embarrassment to me over the years." Dee held Ryo's right foot with one hand
and began pressing slow but firm circles into his heel with the fingers of his
other hand. "Whenever I see a
beautiful set of feet on a man or a woman, I immediately get the urge to get
them somewhere near my dick."

Ryo
chuckled and thumped his other foot up and down on Dee's lap, dangerously close
to his crotch. "Could be
dangerous."

"Yes,
but the danger is an important part of the allure." Dee smiled and continued to work Ryo's
foot rhythmically. He was gratified
to note that his partner's face was starting to assume an expression of
bliss. "I don't know why the
good lord saw fit to heap so many indecent perversions on one man, but heap he
did, and here I am making love to your right foot."

"Don't
forget the left foot," murmured Ryo sleepily. "That's the jealous one."

"Well,
I just might have to suck the toes of the left one, in that case."

"Don't
you dare. No toe-sucking."

"We'll
see," whispered Dee, switching his attentions to the other foot. Ryo let out a soft groan of
appreciation and let his head fall back on the sofa cushions. This was not the first time Dee had
used a foot massage to get close to Ryo.
He had learned about 6 months ago that Ryo couldn't resist having his
feet rubbed after a long day. He didn't always give in to temptation in those
days, but there was nothing to stop him now.

Dee
didn't move off Ryo's feet and on to more interesting body parts, because he
was betting on one more visit from the monkey-brat before the night was
through, even though it was pushing ten o'clock, which was close to bedtime.
The whole household rose early whenever Ryo was on second shift because
although he started work earlier than Bikky started school, he didn't trust
Bikky to get himself up and out to school on time. This had been a point of contention between them for as long
as Dee could remember.

Almost
as though Dee's thoughts had summoned him, Bikky padded back into the living
room with the phone. He took one
look at the tableau on the sofa and rolled his eyes. "I brought the phone
back," he announced loudly, and Ryo opened his sleepy eyes and
instinctively began to jerk his feet off Dee's lap. Dee held on to them firmly, and Ryo's impulse subsided.

"Thanks,
Bikky," he said. "Going
to bed now?"

"Right
after I check my email," muttered Bikky, with a resentful look at
Dee. "I got some info on
Eddie. I think he's in Queens. I got a couple of neighborhoods where I
can ask about him from one of the guys."

"Call
my cell if you need a ride," said Dee.

"Uh,
thanks. Maybe for the way home if
it's late. Now quit talking to
me. I gotta concentrate."

"Oh
certainly, Your Majesty." Dee
turned his attention toward Ryo, who was blinking sleepily. "Can I stay?" he whispered.

Ryo
nodded. "You might as
well," he murmured. "But
just for sleeping. I'm beat."

"I
can hear you," Bikky said
from his place at the computer, and gave them a quick glare over his shoulder.

Dee
cursed him inwardly, and resolved to do his utmost to change Ryo's mind once
they got into the bedroom. In
order to have a shot at that, there was no way he could let Ryo take a shower
first. If Ryo showered first, he'd
be fast asleep by the time Dee had had his turn, and Ryo could be incredibly
grumpy if anyone woke him up from a deep sleep.

"Hey
Ryo, mind if I have a shower?"

"Go
ahead. Help yourself to a towel
from the linen closet."

"You'd
better not be in the shower tomorrow morning when I'm trying to get ready for
school, doofus," grumbled Bikky warningly.

"YOU'D
better not be in the shower when I'M trying to get ready for work, brat,"
retorted Dee.

"Just
cut it out, you two," said Ryo.
"It's too late for this."

When
Dee disappeared off to the bathroom, Ryo straightened up the sofa cushions and
looked a little wistfully at Bikky's back as the boy tapped away on the
computer keyboard. He remembered
the days when Bikky always used to come to him for a hug and a kiss
goodnight. As a lonely, orphaned
ten-year-old, Bikky had been starved for affection when he first came to live
with Ryo. They used to touch a lot
more in those days than they did now.
There had been many an evening spent sitting close together on the sofa
while watching TV, or presenting a united front as partners against Dee and
whichever one of Bikky's friends was there during board or card games. Bikky
had recently had a birthday at the end of April and at thirteen was now
officially one of those surly teenagers Ryo had heard so much about. But even
when he was still only twelve, he had already started pulling away and
demanding more autonomy. Ryo
wondered if he would ever get a hug goodnight from his foster-son again, or if
those days were over for good.
Change was inevitable of course, but for a creature of habit like Ryo,
it was sometimes hard to accept.

He
got up and cleared away Dee's empty stew bowl and took his wine glass and the
remaining Chianti back to the kitchen.
He was just jamming the cork back into the bottle when Dee stepped out
of the bathroom and called out, "It's all yours, bro."

Ryo
took one last look at Bikky who was deep in concentration at the computer, and
gave up on having any more contact with him that evening.

Bikky
felt Ryo's gaze on his back but did not turn around. Damn Ryo for bringing the perv-man back here tonight. No sooner was Tom out the door than Dee
was right back in like a dirty shirt.
It was so friggin' hard being grounded and stuck in this prison of an
apartment with those two. He fantasized about the day when he'd have his own
place and there wouldn't be any damn homework or chores, and he could have
parties whenever he felt like and stay out as late as he wanted with no one to
tell him what to do and make him get up early.

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

In
the shower, Ryo soaped himself down efficiently, and felt nothing at all when
his slippery hands passed over his flaccid sex. He just wanted to retreat into
his former non-sexual persona until he had had a chance to process recent
events. Life had been simpler back
when he had kept a tighter lid on his sexuality. Tonight, because there was no time to think and his body and
mind were weary, what he wanted most was to lose himself in sleep.

He
ran a comb through his damp hair and loosely buttoned up his pajamas and
thought that if he could manage to fall asleep in the next 15 minutes, he just
might get close to seven hours' sleep. But when he opened the door of the
bedroom and heard soft jazz music playing and saw Dee waiting for him in bed
with an expression on his face that was both expectant and seductive, all at
once he knew that despite his discouraging words in the living room and despite
his fatigue, his body wanted that man in his bed. He didn't know why or how, especially when he was so tired,
because he didn't understand himself at all. It was just that suddenly it didn't matter whether he was
straight, gay, bi, or asexual: just looking at the planes of Dee's face, his
eyes, his lips, the silky skin on his naked hairless chest, was making him
hard.

Their
eyes met and Dee understood. A
slow grin broke over his face, and he stripped back the blankets to reveal that
he was already naked. Ryo walked
toward the bed as though drawn by a magic spell, unbuttoning his pajama top and
casting it aside as he went. He
put one knee on the bed and reached out a bold hand to Dee's chest, and the
next thing he knew, Dee had grabbed him and hauled Ryo astride him. Ryo rested his hands on his knees and
Dee's hands slid up and gripped his elbows. They looked at each other in total silence for a few
moments, eyes ranging over each other's faces and bodies in mutual admiration
and desire.

"Dee,"
Ryo whispered. "I don't want
to think anymore tonight. Take my
stress away, please."

Dee
just nodded and pulled him down into a hungry kiss, to which Ryo responded with
instant passion. It was hard and
clean and an honest expression of how much they just plain wanted each other.
It wasn't long before Dee had rolled Ryo onto his back and divested him of his
pajama bottoms. He didn't waste
much time on foreplay. That wasn't
what Ryo wanted. He needed a good,
hard fucking and he was making that perfectly clear. Dee went straight for the gold, wrapping his hand around
Ryo's erection and jacking it skillfully while kissing Ryo briefly again. When he dragged his lips off Ryo's and
buried his face against the side of his neck, the scent of his lover in that
wonderfully sensitive place nearly drove him insane. He gasped and bit, giving one quick suck, before suddenly
remembering how pissed off Ryo had been the day after a make-out session a few
months back when Dee had left a love bite on him that peeked above his shirt
collar. He moved lower and bit him
again and was incredibly turned on when a low growl rumbled out of Ryo. He was going to be noisy, Bikky or no,
Dee just knew it. He would try and
fail to be quiet. The bedsprings
were going to creak mightily and the headboard was going to thump against the
wall when Dee got down to business, which was pretty damn imminent by the feel
of things. Without slackening the
rhythm of his pumping hand, he moved lower on Ryo and used his teeth and tongue
to arouse him further, loving the way the other man was panting and thrusting
upward into his hand. When Ryo's
hands pushed down against Dee's head and shoulder, he obeyed the command
instantly; it had been his destination anyway, and his mouth was ready and wet,
so wet with the wanting of Ryo. He sheathed almost half of that wonderfully
hard, taut-skinned erection in his mouth and reveled in its musky taste and
velvety feel. He was rewarded by
an edgy cry from Ryo, which was repeated a moment later when Dee firmly pressed
his tongue against the underside of Ryo's penis, and wiggled it back and
forth. He felt the swollen head
bumping against the back of his throat, demanding the entry he had taught it to
crave, and feeling his own craving to have his mouth and throat deeply
penetrated by this beautiful man that he loved so much. Fuck me baby, come inside me, were the words that he shouted inside his mind
because he could not say them aloud, as he forced his throat muscles to relax
and expand around Ryo's cock. He
took it all inside himself, every inch, in one unwavering slide and Ryo cried,
"Dee! Oh God..." in a
broken voice while his hips and legs trembled under Dee's arms. When Dee began to move, deep
penetration in and out, swallowing his lover's erection over and over, Ryo
jammed a fist into his mouth to try to muffle the groans that were trying, that
needed to escape from him. Dee kept up a fast and steady rhythm,
holding the base of his lover's organ in position so as to protect him from his
lower teeth, as he enjoyed Ryo's inexorable build to orgasm. Just before the moment came, Dee
swallowed him deeply and ran his tongue out in front to slither over the other
man's rapidly tightening balls, causing Ryo to gasp violently and clutch at
Dee's shoulders. As the first
contractions began, Dee gripped him tightly with his throat and undulated its
well-practiced muscles against his lover's throbbing length. His own erection
dripped precum onto the bed between Ryo's legs, but he didn't dare rub it on
Ryo's leg or the sheet, because he was too turned on and he needed it for part
two of this extremely hot session of sex, which would be coming up
shortly. Ryo was making sounds of desperate
pleasure and effort through lips that were clamped tightly closed, but was
forced to open his mouth and let some of those sounds out, softer now, toward
the end, due partly to a need for oxygen.

Ryo's
cock had softened slightly, but not much as Dee eased his head off it slowly,
savoring each moment that he still had it inside him. When it was out of his throat but still in his mouth, he
pumped the shaft gently a couple of times to squeeze out the last little bit of
ejaculate for him to taste. Dee
loved the taste and feel of semen inside his mouth, always had, and Ryo's
tasted better than anybody's. He
was careful not to touch the hypersensitive head of his lover's dick as the
final lazy surges of seminal fluid drooled onto his tongue. He swallowed them and licked his lips,
while looking into Ryo's eyes. Ryo
stared back, his face looking slightly awed. Dee chuckled wickedly.
Ryo always had that expression on his face after receiving one of Dee's
blowjobs; that was how he knew that Ryo was getting above and beyond the best
head of his life in this relationship.
Ryo then surprised him by flinging out his left hand and fumbling with
the drawer to his nightstand, all without breaking eye contact. He wants to
be fucked, Dee's mind told him, which
is good because I was planning on fucking him anyway, whether he wanted it or
not, and soon, because I'm about ready to explode. He
fetched out the lubricant and prepped Ryo's tight little hole as efficiently
and briefly as he dared, and by the time he had finished doing that, his
partner's semi-erect cock was back at full hardness. He withdrew his dripping fingers and even as he did so, Ryo
was opening and raising his bent legs in a blatant invitation. His eyes met Dee's with nothing short
of a demanding expression in them and Dee groaned through his slightly
sensitized throat and averted his gaze.

"Don't
look at me like that," he whispered hoarsely, or I'll blow my load all
over the bed right now."

Ryo
obligingly closed his eyes, and seconds later Dee was holding his own swollen
erection firmly against the slightly loosened entrance to his lover's secret
passage. He leaned on it and it
all but sucked him in; in a very short time Dee was buried in him almost to the
balls and Ryo was trying once again to be quiet. There was no holding still, no waiting while the discomfort
passed tonight. The man beneath
him was already squirming, already wriggling his butt and squeezing his inner
muscles tightly over Dee's length to feel it better and to encourage it to move. And moving was something Dee really had
no choice about. He knew he should
wait and try to back himself off from the brink of orgasm somewhat, but Ryo's
wanton behavior was making that impossible. Instinct took over from higher brain functions and he
descended to the level of a rutting animal, burying himself deeply, again and
again in the hot, tight channel that his lover had offered to him. He couldn't even focus enough to pull
on Ryo's dick for him. He could
feel it, all slippery with precum, pressing against his stomach on every
in-stroke. Yes, wanton. There was no other way to describe Ryo at this moment
as he matched his rhythm to Dee's and fucked back with all his strength and
energy. Dee was dimly aware that
the headboard was making a hell of a racket, but he didn't care, couldn't care,
couldn't even see straight as Ryo's importunate body sucked jet after jet of
seed from him in a white haze of blinding pleasure. Even after he was finished, he doggedly kept going because
he could feel Ryo's second orgasm getting ready to add to the general mess they
were busy making of the sheets.
His lover's hands were on his ass, dragging Dee into him, grinding
against him, gasping and moaning, not able to be quiet at all. Dee was amazed and enthralled because
this was a totally new side of Ryo that he had not yet experienced until
tonight. Dee had fucked him less
than a dozen times since the sexual part of their relationship had begun, and
though it had been apparent that Ryo loved it from his very first time, Dee had
not expected this level of aggression to surface for several more months. He
shifted his weight to his right elbow and snaked his left hand in between their
slippery bodies to help Ryo along, which dislodged one of Ryo's tugging hands
from his butt. He could feel
himself starting to soften and he wanted to get Ryo off as soon as
possible. When he pressed his face
into Ryo's neck and whispered, "Come on, shoot for me, you sexy
thing. I'm gonna lick all that
come off your belly for you," it sent Ryo off the deep end.

"Don't
stop -- Don't stop..." Ryo's remaining hand came off Dee's ass and both
arms wrapped tightly around his upper back and clung to him. The moment had arrived and all Ryo
could do was to turn his face into Dee's neck and muffle his final cry of
release there. "That's my baby," Dee soothed as Ryo's cock emptied
copiously between their bodies, the excess spilling down his sides and soaking
into the sheets.

When
the quaking had subsided, Dee gently pulled out and kept his promise, licking
Ryo's stomach and loins clean. When he had finished, Ryo rolled sleepily away from him,
saying "Owww..." and squeezing his thighs and buttocks together.

"Does
it hurt?" Dee asked, concerned.

"Yeah,
but not enough that I can't sleep.
Make sure the alarm clock's on, okay?" His voice was starting to thicken as his body relaxed.

"Hey
how come you're on my side of the bed?"

"Big
wet spot... on mine..." and Ryo was gone.

Oh,
Ryo...Dee thought ruefully. You're gonna be sore and embarrassed
when we meet Bikky at the breakfast table tomorrow. He
chuckled to himself. Bet that brat
had to scramble for his earphones tonight. Oh well. No
doubt it was an education for him.

He
lifted one cold, sticky hand and looked down at the sheets in the soft
lamplight. Ryo was right. That was one honkin' big wet spot. He got up, stretched, and went to get a
couple of spare towels from the closet. He used one of them to wipe the sticky
mess off his own stomach, and then used the same one to gently clean between
Ryo's legs where his own cum was starting to leak out of that sweet little hole
he had just used and abused. Ryo
responded by grumbling incoherently and swatting him away. Dee then picked up
the second towel, which he spread over the clammy wet area of the bed. He pressed the 'on' button for the alarm
clock, turned off the lamp and then lay down and snuggled up to the unconscious
man beside him. What an awesome
ending to an up and down day. He
sighed in contentment, his nose buried against Ryo's hair.

As
long as he could go to bed every night next to his beloved Ryo, he wouldn't
mind sleeping on the wet spot for the rest of his life.

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