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FAKE First Year Together: A New Day (May)	By : BrittColumbia Category: +. to F > FAKE Views: 14597 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A
New Day

Pairing:
Dee/Ryo

Rating:
Chapter two is Mature. Coarse language

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
searching for a young runaway. 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
will try to post the next chapter ASAP.

Thank
you to my beta, Blue Simplicity, for your encouragement and support.



         Chapter
two

Bristling
with rage, Dee faced the two sneering men in the parking lot.

"Yeah,
a faggot with attitude. What the fuck is the world coming to,
huh?" Frank snickered.

"Shit,
yeah, I got a problem," Larry said to Dee. "I just
saw something so fuckin' disgusting that I can't eat this chili d--
OOF!"

He
bent double and dropped to his knees as Dee's fist slammed into his
stomach. The chili dog went spiraling out of his hand.

A
veteran of many a street fight, Dee ducked reflexively as the other
man's fist passed harmlessly over his head, and came up with a solid
left hook to the jaw before the guy had time to recover. As the
first one rose to his feet with a muffled curse, Dee stepped neatly
between them, and seizing each man by the collar, cracked their heads
together with a well-timed jerk. Both cried out and tumbled to the
pavement.

Towering
over the two men on the ground, who were clearly having second
thoughts about getting back up to challenge him, Dee became aware
that several pairs of eyes were on him. A white-faced Ryo
hovered by the open car door, a few paces off to his left.
Bikky and Carol stood in the open doorway of the convenience store,
with several other interested patrons of the establishment. It
came to Dee that he'd better finish this up and that they should all
get the hell out of there ASAP. He addressed the two on the
ground.

"You
two dipshits got anything else to say?" Dee cracked his knuckles
suggestively.

They
shook their heads, mumbling, "No, man," and "Nah",
respectively.

"Go
on, then get the fuck outta here!"

They
scrambled to their feet and shambled off without looking back. Dee
was tempted to yell after them a reminder to tell all their friends
they'd got the shit kicked out of them by a faggot, but one look at
Ryo's face and he knew he was in trouble enough already.

"Dee,
are you out of your mind? Do I have to remind you that you're a
grown man and a police detective?" Ryo ground out between
clenched teeth. "You can't allow yourself to be caught
brawling in convenience store parking lots. What the hell do
you think you're doing?"

"Way
to go, Pervert! We can always count on you to lose it and liven up a
dull evening." Bikky's words were dismissive, but he was
grinning and his eyes sparkled at Dee.

"Lay
off him, Bikky," said Carol. "I'm sure those two creeps
deserved it, whatever they did. Why didn't you arrest them, Dee?"

"What,
and spend an hour at the station filling out paperwork when I could
be eating ice cream with you?" Dee winked and held open the car
door for her. "Come on rugrats, hop in. Let's get home
before it melts."

Ryo
was grimly silent for the rest of the short drive home, but it was
made less apparent by the lightly insulting banter that Bikky and Dee
instinctively kept going between them. They continued it through the
lobby of Ryo's apartment building and all the way up the stairs,
before Carol finally put a stop to it.

"Enough,
guys!" she complained. "If I have to listen to this
for one more minute, I'm going home, ice cream or no. I'm serious!"

Bikky
immediately fell silent, and Dee grabbed the opportunity to twap the
kid's head from behind with his thumb and forefinger, knowing that
there would be no retaliation.

"Want
me to get some bowls out, Ryo?" Carol asked as she headed into
the kitchen with one of the shopping bags.

"Sure,
Carol, thanks." Ryo gave her a smile that was trying to be
bright as he shrugged out of his jacket.


           %^%^%

Bikky
and Carol had taken their third bowls of ice cream into Bikky's room
so that Carol could help him unpack. Dee sat at the kitchen
table, long legs stretched out before him, licking ice cream off his
spoon and watching his lover as he put the rest of the ice cream
away. Instead of returning to the table, Ryo started frowning
over the contents of the freezer, picking items up and checking them,
then putting them back. He could feel Dee's eyes on him.

"Ryo,"
Dee said.

"Are
you sure there's something wrong with my freezer?" Ryo asked.

"Ryo!"

"Because
everything seems to be frozen normally."

Dee
sighed and got to his feet. "That's because I reset it
colder after I cleaned up the ice cream mess," he said. He
took the freezer door from Ryo's hand and closed it firmly.
"Talk to me."

Ryo
shifted his feet. "It does feel a little sticky on the
floor down there..." He looked down.

"Look,
Ryo, I understand that you're pissed. I shouldn't have mixed it
up with those two guys in the parking lot like that. I lost my
temper, all right? That has occasionally been known to happen
in the history of Dee. I'm sorry, OK? Why don't you just
yell at me and get it over with, already?"

Ryo's
eyes fastened on Dee's chest. "You have ketchup on your
shirt," he murmured.

"Well,
that's what happens when you punch out a guy armed with a chili dog,"
Dee said carefully, not taking his eyes from Ryo.

Ryo's
mouth hardened a little, and he looked away. "I think I
should mention the freezer to the superintendent," he said.

Dee
sighed, deflated. "Translation: 'go home, Dee, and throw
your shirt in the laundry. Don't come back tonight. See you at
work tomorrow.'   Okay, all right. Not a problem. I'll drop
Carol off at home on my way." He started to turn away, but
Ryo's hand came up and took hold of the collar of his shirt.
Dee looked at him questioningly.

"Yes,
by the way," Ryo said, finally raising his eyes to Dee's.
There was the barest hint of mischief and warmth in them, which had
an instant heartening effect on the other man.

"Yes,
what?"

"Yes,
I'm pissed. Yes, I'll probably forgive you. And, yes, I still
love you." Ryo pulled him closer and kissed the tip of his
nose. "Now, go. I'll see you at work tomorrow."


___%%__%%__%%__

After
saying goodbye to Dee and Carol, Bikky headed back into his room.
Ryo followed him to the door, and hesitated. Should he talk to
the boy now? Ryo had so far not voiced his concerns about his
suspicions concerning Bikky's latest activity, because he was still
hoping he was wrong.

        "Yeah,
Ryo?"

"You
must be pretty beat, huh?" Urgh. That
was not exactly what he had intended to say.

"Yeah,
but it's a good kind of beat. Besides, I'm young and strong, so
no problem."

"Bikky,
I --"

"So,
is everything okay between you and the moron?"

Ryo
blinked in surprise. "Uh...yeah."

"You
guys talked and all while I was gone?"

"Yeah,
we did." Ryo was a bit nonplussed because this was not at
all the conversation he'd been planning on having. However,
this particular conversation was important, too. Bikky was opening
drawers with apparent casualness and pulling out clothes for school
tomorrow, but Ryo could sense that his mood was anything but casual.

"How
did he react when you told him that for some strange reason you love
him?"

Ryo
snorted in amusement. "I'm sure you don't really want to
know the answer to that one. You know him."

"Ick,
yeah, you're right. Sorry I asked. So, uh...he's not showing
any signs of heading for the hills, now that he finally got what he
wanted?"

Ryo's
eyes met Bikky's. "Of course not," he said.
"Don't you understand, yet? We love each other.
We're both in it for the long haul."

"Well,
good then," Bikky said, inspecting one of his T-shirts. "'Cause
I thought about it a lot while I was at camp, about what you said
before I left. And I thought, either way, whether he stays or
leaves, it's good for me. But...I want you to be happy."

"I
am happy, B. Thank you," Ryo said softly. He pulled the boy into
a hug, and was pleased when Bikky briefly hugged him back. In
the last 6 months or so, as he had been approaching teenhood, Bikky
had become less touchy-feely than he had been when he was younger,
and Ryo missed the hugs.

"Is
it OK if I watch TV for half an hour or so before bed?" Bikky
asked.

"Yeah,
sure, as long as there aren't any pressing homework assignments that
I don't know about."

"No,
because they made us do it at camp! Can you believe it?
We had to bring our textbooks and everything! Like we didn't
have enough to carry, already."

Ryo
grinned. "Camp seems to have changed a lot since I was a
kid. Go watch TV, but don't get stuck into any movies or
anything. Just half an hour, okay?"

"Promise!"
said Bikky, heading toward the living room.


             &*&*&*&*&*&*&*&

Alone
in his bedroom, Ryo got undressed for bed. It felt strange not
to have Dee there, especially now that everything had changed between
them. He looked over at his parents' bed. It had
certainly seen a lot of action in the last few days. He
wondered what they thought about this, up there wherever they were,
and if they were surprised that their son had turned out to be gay.
He got some clean pajamas out of his dresser, frowning a little in
thought.

Was
he truly gay? He was still wondering about that. Apart
from a couple of flings, there had only been three real girlfriends
in his life, but none of them had captured his heart the way Dee
had. He walked to the mirror and looked at himself. There
were...marks
on his neck
and chest, put there in passion by his male lover. That man had
done other things, too, had taken him to heights of pleasure and
abandon that he had never thought possible, not with anyone, male or
female.

Ryo
was far from sexually inexperienced. He had enjoyed having sex with
women. He liked their curves, their high, breathy voices and
the way they got wet when they got excited. Most of them were smaller
than him, and he enjoyed being gentle with their soft, female bodies.
He had always been a man who appreciated femininity.

But,
Dee. No femininity there. Dee was tall, taller than him, and he
outweighed him, too. His body was all hard muscle, angles and
planes. He also had curves, but they were masculine curves.
Ryo still remembered his shock the very first time Dee had ever
kissed him in the park outside Richard Feldman's house.
Although covered in multiple bruises and suffering from a broken arm,
his partner had used his strength to yank Ryo toward him and take his
lips in a brief, searing kiss. Every detail of that moment was
permanently etched in Ryo's memory: the distant sounds of the sirens
coming toward the house, the oxygen-rich night smell of the trees and
grass, the scratchy feel of Dee's stubble brushing against the corner
of his mouth as he moved his face away. But mostly the look of
naked and intense desire that his partner had fixed him with in those
heart-stopping moments after the kiss had ended. Ryo had been
struck speechless. He had never felt a man's mouth on his
before. And the most appalling thing was that for a second or two, he
had actually wanted to kiss Dee back.

And
now, he freely admitted to himself that he loved kissing Dee, and in
fact, loved the fact that his partner's body was male, and even loved
what was between his legs! Dee's body was beautiful to Ryo, and
so was his face, especially his eyes, because they held all the
feeling that that smart mouth often denied.

How
could this happen? Ryo asked himself. How could he suddenly go
from being straight to being gay like that? Except that it
hadn't been sudden. His mind went back over various times in
the past two and a half years when he had been conscious of Dee's
attractiveness. There had been a hundred such moments, all
ruthlessly fought down. I do not like him like that, I am not
gay, had been his oft-repeated mantra to himself. But his body
and his feelings had finally betrayed him for the fraud that he was.

He
wondered, and not for the first time, if he might actually be
bisexual, like Dee. He made a mental note to ask Dee about that
at some opportune future time.

His
pajamas securely buttoned, he lay down in bed and pulled the covers
up over himself.

Dee.
Best not think about him right now. He was still annoyed with
him, he reminded himself. How dare he go brawling in a
public place like that, in front of the kids? And how dare he
do it on MY behalf? Ryo
asked himself indignantly. What am I, some fragile creature
to be protected? Is that how he sees me?
He turned
over angrily onto his side and burrowed his face into the pillow,
which smelled like...

"No,
that's not possible. I changed the sheets." He said aloud,
blinking into the darkness. For a moment he had thought the
pillow smelled like Dee. Yeah, sure, he
thought, smiling slightly at his own foolishness, but hugging the
pillow nonetheless. As his mind and body relaxed, a flurry of images
swirled around him and chased his mind into oblivion: Dee's
tongue licking ice cream off his spoon, Dee throwing his head back as
climax broke over him, Dee's confident hands inserting a magazine of
bullets into his gun, those same hands clenched into white-knuckled
fists, a red stain, like blood, blossoming on a white shirt.
Ryo's dreams, like his heart, were impassioned and unquiet.

~~End
of chapter two~~
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