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Slave
to a Gladiator

Chapter
Two

By Brit Columbia

Fandom: Fake

Pairing: Dee and Ryo

Rating:   Mature, so far. Restraints and groping.

Spoilers: to Volume 7

Disclaimer: Sanami Matoh created these characters,
not me. I was not paid in any way for the creation of this story.

Summary: Horny
gladiator and flustered slave boy in NYC.

Author's notes: Please read and review! I wrote this story for mtemplar and
jdr1124, who both pounced on a line in Fake First Year Together: A New Day
(May), chapter 34.

Timing: Set in October during Dee and Ryo's
first year together. This story takes place after Keep it Down, which is posted
on AFF and Mediaminer.

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

Slave
to a Gladiator

Chapter
Two

"Oops,"
said Dee.

"What do you
mean, 'Oops'?" Ryo whirled around and stared at Dee in alarm.

"I, uh,
think I dropped the key somewhere."

"You
WHAT?" Ryo took a threatening step toward him.

"Oh,
wait, false alarm. There's the key. It seems to be stuck in your
belt."

Before Ryo knew
what was happening, Dee had hooked the center of the chain to a gold ring in
the centre of the whip-belt, and Ryo's range of movement was suddenly
dramatically restricted.

"Dee! What
the hell are you doing?"

"I'm
securing my disobedient slave boy," said Dee with a sexy
grin. "And you know what? I'm not happy with this costume the way it
is. You're wearing entirely too much clothing."

"Dee
Laytner, let me remind you that even in chains, sandals and a goddamn
mini-skirt, I am still a dangerous man who is perfectly capable of dislocating
your shoulder."

"I know
that, but I'm really hoping you won't." Dee gave Ryo a sharp push to the
center of his chest and watched him tumble backwards onto the bed with a
surprised yell. In a flash, Dee was on him, pinning his lover to the mattress
with his body weight.

Ryo struggled
mightily and Dee was hard-pressed to hold him down without leaning the weight
of his chest against him. He
didn't want Ryo to hurt himself on the breastplate.

"Dee! Get
off me right now!"

"In a
minute," said Dee, who proceeded to reach inside the skirt of Ryo's tunic
and feel him up. "And really, it's not good for a slave boy to scold
and threaten his master."

Ryo gritted his
teeth and snarled wordlessly.

"Come on
baby, play along with me here." Dee looked down at Ryo in entreaty.

" 'Play
along' with you? What are you talking about?"

"My all-time
number one sex fantasy, that's what." Dee looked away, and to Ryo's
amazement, actually seemed a little embarrassed. "But if you don't want
to...I understand." He slowly raised himself up off Ryo and knelt there,
quietly, looking down at the bed.

Ryo stared up at
Dee, feeling thoroughly bewildered. Dee seemed hurt, and he instantly felt
guilty for being the cause of that hurt. But at the same time, a more
logical part of his brain was struggling to assert reason. Dee had rented him a
skimpy costume that he expected him to wear to a party, and then had tricked
him into wearing chains and manacles. It was really the outside of
enough. And yet, here he was making a confession that these costumes were
part of a sexual fantasy that was evidently important to him. Ryo suddenly
didn't know what to think.

"Dee,"
he said, trying to reach out a hand to his partner, but not being able to
because those damn chains were still attached to his belt. "You know, you
really shouldn't spring these things on me...I mean, if this is your number one
sex fantasy, couldn't you at least have talked to me about it? Given me some
warning?"

Dee sighed and
met his eyes. "I know I should have. But I was pretty sure you'd say no.
So I took a chance and, uh, surprised you with it. I thought you might, you
know, get caught up in it with me, see the potential of these costumes...I'm
really sorry, Ryo. It was a bad call on my part. I've obviously made you
uncomfortable, and I never wanted to do that."

"I'm still
confused," Ryo said. "Is there or is there not a costume party
tonight?"

Dee shook his
head silently, trying to hide his disappointment at the way his plans had gone
awry, but not really succeeding.

"No
party? Then all this -" Ryo indicated Dee's costume and his own-
"was just for me?"

"Us,"
Dee corrected. "Because, to be honest, a big part of it was about me
fulfilling my fantasy. But I really wanted to see you in that costume.
Been fantasizing about it for months."

He looked so
downcast that Ryo's heart went out to him. "Dee," he whispered.
"Don't look like that. You know I hate to see you looking sad."

"Sorry,
babe." Dee forced a smile onto his face. "I'm okay,
really. I just totally screwed this evening up, that's all. I need to
feel sorry for myself for a while and then I'll have a beer and get over it.
Don't worry, all right?" He climbed off Ryo and stretched out a hand
to help him up. "Come on, let me unlock your chains, and then you can
get out of those... those clothes."

"Dee, wait.
Not so fast." The logical part of Ryo's brain tried to stop him. Wait a second, you idiot, what are you
doing? Shut up, shut up! He
didn't listen to it. "If, um...if this is really your number one
fantasy, then I'm glad you told me about it."

Dee paused, his
hand on one of Ryo's. His facial expression had undergone a subtle change.
There was a faint air of alertness about him, and Ryo thought he saw a little
flicker of hope flare briefly in his eyes. He didn't speak, however. He just
looked at Ryo and waited to see if he would add anything else.

Ryo took a deep
breath. He could feel the heat slowly rising in his face as he looked back at
Dee, resplendent in the hyper-masculine costume of a Roman gladiator. His lover
really was a gorgeous man. And the sight of him in a studded breastplate
and leather wrist guards was causing him to feel stirrings of desire that he
had suppressed earlier in his anxiety about having to go to a party dressed as
a slave boy. "As long as I don't have to actually appear in public
dressed like this, um... I don't mind if you wanna, you know...fool around a
little in these costumes..."

"Really?"
Dee's face lit up like the sun.

"Uh-huh. But
I never played this kind of game before, so you'll have to tell me what I
should do." Ryo lay on the bed with his hair all mussed and the skirt of
his tunic rucked up to reveal his bright blue boxers, feeling certain that he
looked absolutely ridiculous, but hoping he was wrong. "And I don't
want to do anything too embarrassing!" he added.

~End of chapter two~

Additional author's
notes: There'll be another chapter
in about a week! If you want to
read chapter three now, though, just go to my LJ at   http://brit-columbia.livejournal.com/    Thanks for reading.
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