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Slave To A Gladiator
Chapter 18
By
Brit Columbia
Fandom: Fake
Pairing: Dee and
Ryo
Rating: Still worksafe, sorry! However, we are working
our way toward the bedroom.
Spoilers: to Volume
7.
Disclaimer: Dee, Ryo, Commissioner Rose, Diana and Ted
all belong to Sanami Matoh, who created the popular manga, FAKE.
Serena the cat-eared whip-mistress, Cliff the palanquin-bearer, and
Niko and his EMO slaves, Rowan and Jordan, are mine. I was not paid
in any way for writing this story.
Summary: Dee has
promised to be Ryo's slave for the rest of the evening, but Ryo's
really got his hands full with this willful and headstrong
slave.
Author's notes: Please read and review. And, just in
case I haven't mentioned it recently, I believe in a strong and equal
Ryo and Dee.
Thank you to the_ladyfeather
and tripple_p for beta-ing this.
Slave To A Gladiator
chapter 18
"Ryoooo," sang Diana. "Berkie
has something he wants to say to you."
Dee's body
quivered and the muscles in his midsection tightened in response to
his great need to jump up and start throttling. Or pummeling.
Stomping would also have been extremely satisfying. Unfortunately,
Ryo somehow seemed able to sense these tumultuous feelings, and
responded by tightening his fist still harder on the leash. Dee felt
beads of sweat break out on his brow.
There
was a slight rustling beside him, and when he rolled his eyes to the
left to see who it was, it was evident that his newly masterful Ryo
appeared to have attracted another slave. It wasn't Jordan, the one
who had helped with the whip contest; it was the other one, the one
Niko was mad at for not being a very well-behaved slave. If not for
the fact that he was in kill-mode, Dee might have sympathized. It was
damn hard to have to be subservient and docile if every fiber of
one's being rebelled.
"What have we here? My, my, my."
There was a gloating smile in the Commissioner's voice, but Dee could
no longer see him once he had moved around the sofa and stood so that
he could face Ryo.
Ryo didn't answer, and for the first time,
Dee became aware that he was not the only person who was tense. As
gently as he could, he set Ryo's foot down and gave his rock-hard
thigh what he hoped was a heartening squeeze.
"Berkeley!"
Diana hissed into the growing silence, and elbowed the tall man at
her side sharply.
"Ow! Er, ahem," the Commissioner
said. "Ryo, it is my very great hope that you will do me the
signal honor of hearing me out. You see before you a man awash in
contrition."
At this point, he paused to try his best to
adopt a penitent expression, while ensuring that he had everyone's
full attention. He was certainly not averse to apologizing whenever
he felt he was in violation of his own code, which, in this case, he
certainly was. It was only when he found himself in contravention of
someone else's code that he didn't like to apologize. This had
been a recurring point of contention between himself and Dee-Dee for
as long as he could remember.
He was more than willing to
apologize to Ryo, who, rather interestingly, appeared to have ended
up in the gladiator costume previously worn by his partner. There had
obviously been some kind of role reversal since he was last in the
room. The Commissioner smiled with appreciation. Although he
preferred Ryo in the micro-short slave tunic he had been wearing
earlier, he had to admit that, as a gladiator, Ryo was probably
awakening fantasies all over the hotel.
His eyes flickered
over Laytner, who was on his knees before Ryo with what seemed to be
Niko's other slave huddled behind him. It took every ounce of
self-restraint he had not to burst out laughing at the sight. To see
the loud-mouthed, arrogant Dee Laytner brought so low was not
something he had expected to see this evening. The slave costume
formerly worn by Ryo didn't fit him at all. Not only was it very
short and very tight, but he was also wearing-- was that a collar and
some sort of abbreviated leash? Well, that idiot deserved everything
he had brought down upon himself. Imagine picking up a whip to
chastise one's enemy and whipping one's lover instead! There was just
no excuse for that kind of stupidity.
He wished that Ryo
would allow Dee to turn around and face him. There was a dark, black
and red part of him that felt that if he could just once, even for a
split second, make eye contact with Laytner in his newly-humbled
condition, he would be happy enough to ask no more of life for this
calendar year. Except, perhaps, a really good stock tip or two. At
that moment, another sharp prod from Diana knocked his thoughts off
those two tracks.
He brought his attention back to the
tight-lipped Ryo and took a deep breath. "I was rude and
insensitive earlier, Ryo," he said. "I did and said some
things that were highly inappropriate and out of line. Unfortunately,
what's done is done, and I cannot undo them."
Dee
listened angrily, breathing heavily through his nose, his lips
clamped together against the torrent of angry and sarcastic words
that were threatening to fly out of him. That damn rat-bastard with
his oily apologies and his fake regrets! He wasn't sorry at all. But
he was going to be, if Dee got even the faintest shadow of an
opportunity. But how? He could feel the strength with which Ryo held
his leash. If he tried to jump up now, he would pull Ryo with him,
and he wouldn't get even two steps toward Rose before Ryo probably
took him down with one of those Karate throws he did so well. Dee was
so frustrated he felt like he was going to explode.
Now wait
a second...what was Niko's little slave doing? Something interesting
was happening at the nape of his neck. It seemed that somebody's
nimble fingers had crept up his back and were now slowly, subtly,
working loose the buckle of the collar around his neck. A glimmering
of hope stirred within Dee. Meanwhile, Rose continued his little
speech, going on about the respect he had for Ryo and how he hoped
bygones could be bygones, yada, yada, yada, while Dee held his
breath.
Ryo, whose attention had been on the Commissioner
along with everyone else's, suddenly, to his astonishment, found
himself holding an empty collar and leash as Dee surged to his feet
and lunged at the Commissioner. Fast though he was, Diana was faster.
She intercepted him just before he reached his target and
successfully used his momentum against him to toss him against the
opposite sofa, which, fortunately, was unoccupied. He crashed into it
with such force that it tipped over backward, taking him with it, and
spilling him onto the hard marble floor.
There was a stunned
silence for a moment following this sudden and unanticipated blur of
physical violence, and then Serena let out a cheer. "FBI! FBI!"
she cried, and every woman in the room broke into applause for Diana,
who grinned and performed a slight curtsey.
"Thank you,
Dee-Dee," said the Commissioner mildly, removing his glasses and
polishing them with a fold of his cape. "Laytner, you're
fired."
"No, he's not," said Diana.
"I
beg your pardon?" Rose attempted to skewer her with an
autocratic stare.
She rose to the challenge and locked eyes
with him, putting all the force of her personality into it. For a
moment, it appeared as though she were going to say something else,
but then the moment passed and she tossed her head. "Berkie,"
she warned in that little-girl voice she often used with him, "don't
you dare fire anyone at my party! Especially after you've been
drinking, you bad boy."
"Very well, I'll fire
him tomorrow morning."
"If you do, you'll have to
deal with Ryo," she said guardedly, and the Commissioner's gaze
automatically went to where Ryo stood regarding him with the coldest
eyes he had ever seen. Ryo, in a flushed and angry state, he had some
experience with, but this icy, controlled fury was something entirely
new. It struck him like a physical blow; he felt a small, odd pang
just above his heart.
While the two men stared at each other
in silence, Dee clambered onto his knees behind the overturned couch
and opened his mouth to speak. He got as far as "Hey, asshol--"
before Ted seized him in an NYPD-approved hold and quickly clapped a
lion paw over the lower half of his face. Muffled swearing and
scuffling ensued and they disappeared back behind the toppled
sofa.
"Sir," said Ryo quietly, "as I'm sure you
can imagine, I have a great deal to say to you about your behavior
toward me, not only tonight, but over the years I've known you. If
you feel you have the right to fire Dee for his conduct while
expecting to be forgiven for your own, then I consider that to be the
height of hypocrisy."
"Detective MacLean, in case it
escaped your attention, your partner just attacked me! And not for
the first time, either. I believe I am well within my rights to fire
him, if not bring him up on charges--"
Ryo interrupted
him. "Ah, charges!" he said. "That would be the
operative word, wouldn't it? Because if you'll recall, you've done
some attacking of your own this evening."
The
Commissioner hesitated, speechless. Was Ryo actually threatening
him?
A loud yell from Ted distracted everyone. "Ow! You
bastard, that fucking hurts!" He popped up from behind the
fallen sofa and tried to clamber over the front of it, but Dee yanked
him back by his lion-tail.
"Oh, Ryo, sweetie," said
Diana. "I think you'd better go take charge of your slave before
he does any damage to Ted. I did my best not to hurt him last time,
but if he goes after Berkie again..." She shrugged casually, but
her meaning was clear.
Ryo nodded grimly, and strode around
the back of the sofa to where Dee was straddling a prone and groaning
Ted, while twisting his arm.
"You gonna jam me up again,
Teddy-boy? Huh?" demanded Dee.
"Dee, let him go and
get off him right now!"
Dee looked up and said "Uh-oh,"
at the sight of Ryo's wrathful expression. He reluctantly got to his
feet, his eyes immediately darting about in search of the
Commissioner, who seemed to be having an urgent tete-a-tete with
Diana some short distance away.
"Don't even think about
it," warned Ryo. "Ted, are you all right?"
"No,
not really, but don't worry about me.... I've got private insurance
on top of Blue Cross," groaned Ted.
"He's okay,"
said Dee dismissively. "If I'd really wanted to hurt him, he'd
be too busy screaming to think about cracking jokes."
"Dee,
do you realize that the Commissioner wants to fire you?"
"What?
I never even got a shot in! If I'm gonna get fired, I might as well
go and break both his arms so I've got something to show for it."
He spoke in tones of bravado, but Ryo thought he looked a
little worried. However, he didn't feel that he could trust that
Dee's desire to remain employed by the NYPD would trump his almost
primal desire to assault Rose. He decided the best thing would be to
get Dee back into that collar and leash again as soon as possible,
before anyone's limbs got broken. He had no idea how Dee had gotten
free, but he wasn't going to let it happen again.
Serena
noticed Ryo casting about for something, and she correctly guessed
what it was. "If you're looking for the collar and leash,"
she said, "I think you'll find it over there."
His
eyes followed her pointing finger to where Rowan peeked out from
behind a pillar. "Ah-ha," he said softly, and then asked
Serena, "What's that one's name again?"
"Rowan,"
she said. "Niko's been having a little trouble with that
particular slave. Jordan is much better-behaved."
"Rowan,"
called Ryo kindly. "Would you mind coming back over here with
that collar?"
Rowan's head shook rapidly and
mutinously.
"Ryo." Serena met his eyes patiently.
"Politeness and a soft voice won't be terribly effective in this
situation. Rowan will only obey if you speak like a master."
"I
understand," said Ryo and looked at the recalcitrant slave with
the same hard eyes he had used on Dee. "Rowan!" he barked.
"Get your butt over here right NOW!"
Several heads
turned, and the vehement conversation between Diana and the
Commissioner faltered.
Rowan slunk over to Ryo, eyes cast
down.
"Kneel," ordered Ryo, and watched in
satisfaction as the slave immediately dropped to the floor, both
hands clutching the leash. "You've created a great deal of
trouble this evening, Rowan. In fact, you've been extremely
disobedient. Why did you remove this collar from my slave?"
"My
collar," mumbled Rowan.
"Not right now, it isn't.
Your master told me that you would have to earn back your collar and
leash because your behavior has been very bad and-- and--
un-slave-like," said Ryo, who was groping for the kind of words
that a master might use. "He gave it to me for my use for
the next twenty-four hours."
Rowan's lower lip protruded
and began to quiver.
"Take it off immediately and put it
in my hand," Ryo demanded, "or you can be sure your master
will hear about your latest, um, piece of naughtiness."
Rowan
sniffled pitifully and complied, shoulders hunched in
dejection.
"Now, go and stand in that corner and wait for
your master to return," said Ryo, and quickly turned away to
find and secure Dee.
He was not a moment too soon. Dee was
stalking purposefully toward the Commissioner like a dominant buck
who had spotted another rack of antlers in his territory. Diana was
in the process of inserting herself between the two men, and Ryo,
frankly, feared for Dee.
In four quick strides, he caught up
to his partner and spun him around.
"Ryo," growled
Dee warningly.
"Master," corrected Ryo, and, seizing
the fabric of the slave costume, he used his right foot to sweep
Dee's legs out from under him, producing a very satisfying yell of
surprise from the larger man. He kept hold of Dee's sleeve to control
his descent somewhat, and then brought his knee down firmly on Dee's
hip to hold him in place, rendering him immobile. He still had the
collar and leash in his left hand, but he made no move to fasten it
in place just yet.
"Slave," he said, "were you,
by any chance, thinking of fighting me?"
"Um, no,
Master," said Dee cautiously.
"That's good because
you gave me your word that you would obey me for the rest of
the evening, and you haven't exactly been doing that, have
you?"
"Well... not really, Master. I'm sorry."
Dee, hyper-conscious of the presence of the Commissioner just a few
feet away, was grateful that he couldn't see Rose's face, because if
he detected a smirk there, he was going to have to kill
somebody.
"We'll soon find out how sorry you are,"
said Ryo. "I want you to understand something. If there's any
more trouble from you at this party, I'll be moving into the CI room
tomorrow and booking my vacation with Aunt Elena by the end of the
day. Is that quite clear?"
Dee sighed in defeat. "Yes,
Master."
Satisfied, Ryo let go of Dee's sleeve and used
both hands to buckle the collar around his partner's neck. He was
finding this whole master/slave-business quite wearing. Both Dee and
Rowan were behaving like overgrown children. Obviously that spanking
had not had any kind of significant or lasting effect on Dee. He
really wanted to leave, but he suspected that Diana had been trying
to talk the Commissioner out of his decision to fire Dee, and he felt
that he couldn't go home until that issue had been resolved.
Before
he took his knee off Dee, he decided to take a precaution that would
hopefully head off further trouble with the Commissioner. "Slave,"
he said, "we are about to stand up. I order you to keep your
head bowed and your eyes on the floor. If you raise your eyes and
look at anybody, it will constitute disobedience, and you will have
to endure some very embarrassing consequences. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, Master," said Dee in a
subdued voice.
"Good." Keeping tight hold of the
leash, Ryo rose to his feet and directed his slave to do the same. He
saw that the Commissioner and Diana were both regarding him with
admiration. Ryo didn't like the way that Rose was looking at Dee,
however. If Dee disobeyed him by looking up and happened to catch
sight of the delighted derision in the other man's eyes, it might be
next to impossible to control him.
"Nice take-down, Ryo,"
said Diana approvingly.
"NYPD! NYPD!" yelled Ted,
pumping his fist in the air. This brought a smattering of applause,
but it seemed as though most of the NYPD guests had gone
home.
"Berkie, maybe this is a good time for you to tell
Ryo what you've decided." Diana gave him a gentle nudge.
"Ah,
yes, Dee-Dee. Indeed, you're right." The Commissioner took a
step toward Ryo, looking rather misty-eyed. "Ryo, my dear,"
he said, "I want you to know that I value my association with
you every bit as much as you hope. I--I had no idea you felt the way
you do about me. You're always hiding your true feelings from me, and
I don't know why. I hope you realize that I was only joking when I
threatened to fire your partner."
"What.... Sir?"
Ryo was both confused and alarmed by the Commissioner's words. What
was that about hiding his true feelings? Also, had he heard right?
Had the Commissioner just addressed him as 'my dear' in a public
place?
"See, Ryo?" said Diana encouragingly. "It
was all just a silly Halloween joke. Kind of like a trick instead of
a treat, you know what I mean?"
"Um, yes, um, I
think so." Ryo frowned in confusion and looked from her to the
Commissioner. "So, you're definitely not going to fire
Dee?"
"Certainly not. I have no wish to cause you
any more distress than I already have." The Commissioner gazed
at him benevolently, his expression almost, well... tender. Ryo began
to suspect that Diana may have told Rose a couple of ego-stroking
things that could conceivably bring difficulties for him at a later
date.
"So, Ryo, will you shake my hand to let me know
that you forgive me and that I am no longer occupying a place of
shameful distinction in your bad books?"
For the moment,
Ryo withheld his hand. "You're not going to fire Dee next week
or next month or anytime in the near or far future?"
Rose
shook his head. "Not unless he does something serious like
shooting the mayor," he said with a smile. "And perhaps,
not even then. Deal?"
"Deal," said Ryo firmly,
feeling the warmth of Rose's large, masculine hand as it clasped his
own. Just as Niko had done earlier, the Commissioner held on a little
too long, while gazing silently at Ryo with a meaningful look in his
eyes. He seemed to be trying to communicate something without words,
something new. Ryo had no idea what that was, but it was making him
quite uncomfortable. He had to talk to Diana as soon as possible.
When the extended handshake was interrupted by the sudden ringing of
Rose's cell phone, Ryo was unable to stop a little sigh of relief
from escaping him.
"Excuse me." The Commissioner
reluctantly let go of Ryo's hand in order to check his call display.
"Ah," he said as he recognized the name he saw there. "I
was wondering where he had gotten to." He turned away, saying,
"Hello, Cliff? Are you still in the hotel?"
"What
did you tell him?" Ryo hissed at Diana.
"Never mind.
I just embroidered the truth a little. At least, I think it's
the truth. Anyway, the main point is that he's not going to fire Dee
now. You can thank me by buying me lunch next time I'm in
town."
"Sure I'll buy you lunch, Diana. But I really
need to know what you--"
"Diana!" said Niko in
his booming voice, as he strode toward them. "I seem to be
missing a slave. Have you seen my Rowan?"
"Why yes,
Niko, darling. Look over there in that corner and you will see a
sniffling and repentant little person who was absolutely crushed by
the horrible experience of being ignored by you."
"Oh
dear," said Niko, his eyes concerned. "Rowan does tend to
be emotional. But SO full of mischief. I think the trouble is that
I've gone too easy on..."
"Yes?" prompted Ted
who was suddenly standing beside Diana, listening with evidence of
great interest. "Him? Her? What? I'm dying to know."
"What
do you mean?" demanded Niko, looking offended on Rowan's behalf.
"Isn't it obvious?"
"Yeah, Ted." There was
amusement in Serena's tone of voice. "What's the matter with
you?"
"Ted always was dense that way." Diana
grinned and smacked his shoulder.
"Oh, come on! "
Ted's eyes went from one woman to the other. "Don't pretend that
you can actually tell which sex those two slaves are. No one
could!"
"Detective, you are an extremely rude man!"
declared Niko, while patting a crestfallen Jordan comfortingly.
"There, there, Jordan. Don't listen to this ignoramus."
"But,
what's wrong with androgyny?" asked Ted helplessly. "Did I
say it was a bad thing? I just want to know what sex they are, that's
all."
"Ted, Ted, Ted." Serena sighed. "We'll
forgive you because you're a detective and of course it's your job to
ask nosy, prying, and occasionally hurtful questions. But some
questions are definitely not okay in a social setting. Didn't your
mom ever teach you that?"
"Yeah," said Diana.
"Would you ask someone how much money they make? Would you ask
someone you didn't know well how much they weighed or who they voted
for?"
Ted spluttered in his own defense, but Diana wasn't
really listening. The fact was that she had one uneasy ear on the
illuminating conversation that Berkeley seemed to be having with
Cliff. Uh-oh. She knew what that sharp look in Berkeley's eyes meant.
He was probably putting two and two together.
"Excuse me,
Diana," said Ryo, "but it's getting late and Dee and I have
to go to work tomorrow morning. We just wanted to thank you for a
wonderful party and say good-night."
"What? You're
leaving?" asked Serena. "But what about Dee's latest
disobedience?"
"Yeah," murmured a couple of
other female guests who had been sticking fairly close in case Dee
got bent over a sofa again.
"Aren't you going to... whip
him?" one of them asked hopefully.
"No, I'm not,"
said Ryo firmly. "I've already demonstrated that I am not to be
trusted with a whip."
"Maybe Serena could whip him
for you?" suggested the nearest woman, a middle-aged blond who
was dressed like a pop star. She licked her lips and glanced at
Dee.
Dee dared to raise his eyes and look appealingly at Ryo.
Please, no, his mute face seemed to be saying.
Ryo
looked back at him while he pretended to consider it. "Hmm,"
he said thoughtfully. "Slave, I bet Serena could teach you how
to behave in a more obedient and submissive way than you have so far
tonight. And unlike me, she could use that whip to give you some
wonderfully educational pain without permanently damaging you."
"Oh
yes," said the blond breathlessly. "Educational, that's
what it would be! He still hasn't learned his lesson, has he?"
"No,
he hasn't," giggled her companion. "He's been so
baaaaad."
"Well?" Ryo asked Dee. "Should I
ask Serena to punish you?"
"No, Master!" Dee
said quickly. "Your slave would much prefer it if you would
punish him yourself."
"Keep your eyes downcast,
Slave," Ryo reminded him sternly.
"Perhaps you could
whip him again with your sword," suggested the blond
hastily.
"No, your leather sword-belt," said the
other woman. Then she looked at her friend and they both tittered
excitedly.
"What's this?" asked the Commissioner,
who had snapped his phone closed and stepped forward. "What's
this talk of whipping? And did I hear you say you were
leaving?"
"No, no, we hope he's not," said the
blond pop star. "He's just deciding how best to beat his
slave."
"I voted that he should use his sword belt,"
added the other woman.
"But we'd really like to see him
get whipped," added the blond, glancing hopefully at Ryo once
more.
"He kept pretty quiet when you whacked him with
the sword," said Serena, playing along with Ryo. "I bet I
could get some noise out of this tough guy."
"Oooh!"
exclaimed the blond woman, looking around her for support. "Wouldn't
that be exciting?"
"Why, yes," murmured the
Commissioner, a slow smile spreading across his face. "It
certainly would be."
&^&^&^&^&^&^&^
~end
of chapter 18~
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