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Chapter 3

Pairing:
Dee/Ryo

Rating:
Mature

Notes:
Kissing between two men.

Spoilers:
To Volume 6

Timing: Set in
November a couple of months or so after the aborted "test drive"

Summary:
Dee guesses Ryo's secrets in exchange for kisses

Disclaimer:
I do not own these characters. They are the property of Sanami
Matoh. I am not making any money from this. I do it for love alone.

This is the
Third chapter of four. I'll post the rest either Saturday night or Sunday
morning.

Blue Simplicity,
my dear friend and fellow cat-lover, THANK YOU SO MUCH for agreeing to be my
beta.

         Ryo remained
standing by the door. "I
don't believe you know any of my secrets," he said softly, still mindful of
his foster son in the bedroom next to his.

         "Oh, but
that's where you would be wrong, Dr. Watson. I said dead-on and I meant it. How can you doubt me?"

         "Well, you
HAVE been wrong before, Dee. What about that time you got us all in trouble
with the commissioner because you said he'd never figure out that you rigged
the coffee machine to accept only nick-"

         "Okay, okay,
don't remind me." Dee shook
his head. "Point taken."

          But Ryo was
on a roll. "And remember when
you bet $50 that the person sending all those chocolates and flowers to Janet
was Janet herself, and really it turned out to be Alan from Records?"

          "Now
just cut that out. You sayin' I'm no good at guessing secrets and predicting
things? Well, those were just a couple of isolated times where I happened to be
a tad off base. I still say I've got a special talent for discovering people's
secrets."

          This earned
him a snort of amusement from his best friend.

          "All
right then. In that case, let's
make this a little more interesting.
You game?"

        "Depends."

        "For every one of
your secrets I guess correctly, I get a kiss. And I'm talking a REAL kiss, not one of those little pecks
you waste on the monkey brat."

        "Well, I don't
know..."

       "Come on, I've kissed you
lots of times before and you didn't grow fangs or claws, did you?

       "Well...no, but..."

       "Well get over here
then."

       Ryo approached warily. "Maybe I should get into my
pajamas first," he said.

       Dee waved a dismissive
hand. "Nah, not
necessary. This won't take
long." He pulled himself up
into a sitting position and grinned at Ryo, enjoying the thought of his
partner's naked body underneath his loosely tied robe.

       Ryo smiled back but after a
second or two of eye contact, the smiles fell away from both of their
faces. Dee's eyes, Ryo thought.
What is it about them?
Why do I feel like I'm drowning? He wrenched his gaze away
and exhaled shakily. It was only
then that he realized he had been holding his breath.

       Dee was pleased that Ryo had
allowed a few seconds of uninterrupted eye contact. It seemed like for the last couple of months, Ryo had been
finding any excuse to avoid really looking at him. He hoped it was a good thing, but he couldn't be sure. In any case, eye contact was integral
to his goal of eventually winning his skittish partner over. The trouble was
that whenever Ryo really looked at him like that, it took everything he had not
to jump him then and there.

       "Ready?"

       "Yeah. Tell me."

       "Okay, secret number
one. You haven't been laid for
almost three years."

      The blood rushed to Ryo's face and
the blush spread down his neck and onto his chest. "Wh--what?" He
sputtered. He stared at Dee in
shock.

        "On your vacation
to the Cook Islands? Approximately
six months before you made detective?"

         "You...you
remember that I went there? That
was before I knew you."

        "Yeah, but remember
when we got to talking and you showed me your pictures? It was that chick Margaret, the one
with the dark hair and the long legs."

         Ryo was
flabbergasted. "You know,
Dee, I never told you anything about her..."

         "Well? Am I right? Cook Islands, Margaret,
three years ago? And no nooky
since then."

         "How the hell did you
know?"

         Dee shrugged. "She was in most of your pictures,
more often than any of those other people you were hanging out with at that
resort. And you remembered her
name right away when I asked you.
It was the way you talked about her, dude, not what you actually
said."

         "And how do
you know I haven't...had sex with anyone since then?" Ryo asked defensively. He had been caught off guard and felt
irritated with Dee.

         "I just
know. I would know right away if
you did."

         "Because
hopefully it would be with you, right?" Ryo snapped.

         "Yeah,
hopefully." Dee smiled at
him, sweeping aside the challenging tone in the other man's voice with his open
admiration.

          Ryo simply
couldn't stay angry with Dee while he was looking at him like that. He tried to hold on to his anger
because it was a good defense mechanism for him, but it ebbed away before he
could contain it. He sighed and
looked down at the bed.

          "Had
enough?" Dee asked.
"Because I have more."


"Umm..." Ryo's voice was uncertain. "Well, maybe one more. And after that you really have
to get some sleep."


"First I want my kiss."


"Oh! Ehr...Um, okay, but make it quick. And just a kiss, no groping."

           Dee
moved in on him and gently took Ryo's jaw in his hand. "We agreed on a 'real' kiss,
remember? All real kisses include
a little bit of touching."

           Ryo's
protest was stilled by the descent of Dee's mouth onto his own. Panic flared up in him, only to be
pushed aside by excitement. Dee
was a good kisser. No, a great
kisser. How else to explain why a
straight man would find himself melting in the arms of another man? His heart sped up and thumped against
Dee's chest. Dee's right arm went
around him and sensuously caressed his back. Ryo knew he should pull away but...it just felt so
good. Dee's mouth left his and
went to the side of his neck.
Almost of its own volition, Ryo's head fell back to allow him access.

         "Dee,"
he murmured thickly.

         "Shh,
baby," Dee soothed


"Dee...mmmmmhh... stop, we should stop."

          "And we
WILL stop. For sure. In a minute." Dee hoped to keep Ryo's focus on his
neck long enough for him to slide the other man's robe down off one of his
shoulders. God, Ryo had sexy
shoulders.

          Ryo suddenly
understood that he was being undressed and a jolt went through his body. He
began trying to extricate himself from the embrace of his oh-so-pushy partner.
"Dee! Stop that! This is way more than a kiss!"

          "Aw
come on, dude. I wasn't gonna go
much further than that."

          "Like
hell. Now let go of me, or this
game is over right now."

          "Okay,
I will, but one more kiss, okay?"

          Ryo pushed at
his chest. "Definitely
not! You've had your kiss...and
more! Dee, I'm serious!"

           Dee
let go of him reluctantly, watching as Ryo scooted further away from him across
the bed. Their struggles had
loosened Ryo's robe to a fascinating degree. One shapely leg was completely exposed, almost to the
groin. His flat hard stomach and
most of his chest, which was heaving indignantly, was also on display. Dee looked at it wistfully and sighed.

          Glaring at
Dee, Ryo yanked the robe back into place so that he was even more covered up
than before.

          "I knew
I should have changed into my pajamas," he snapped and cast about on the
bed for them. Dee had arranged
things so that he was actually sitting on them, and was hoping Ryo wouldn't notice. He decided to try to distract Ryo,
because knowing that Ryo's body was nude and defenseless under the robe was
terribly exciting and he wanted to keep it that way. He hoped to delay the onset of the pajama moment for as long
as possible. Who knew -- he might
get another feel in on the next kiss.


"Dude, don't worry about it.
We're almost done anyway.
Besides, you're on your guard now, right?"


"I would just feel better if..."


"Come on, let's just do the next one. You ready to hear secret number two?"


"This one had better not be about sex." Ryo stared determinedly at the wall,
his mouth set in a prim line.


"Really? Okay, in that
case let's skip the second one and go straight to the third." Dee paused dramatically to force Ryo's
eyes back over to his. It
worked. Ryo looked at him
expectantly, his shower-damp hair hanging in silky tendrils around his
face. His skin looked positively
luminous in the low light. This
time it was Dee who looked away. His tongue flicked out to moisten lips gone
suddenly dry.


Although he pretended not to be, Ryo had been aware of the way Dee was
looking at him. It always confused
him when Dee looked at him like that with what appeared to be tenderness and
adoration in his eyes. He was so
used to classifying Dee as a bit of a lech, at least where HE was concerned,
anyway. He was aware of the need
to guard his body from unauthorized caresses, but occasionally he felt as
though Dee were caressing his very soul and he didn't know what to do with that
feeling. He pulled the robe even
tighter about himself and then crossed his legs. "I'm waiting," he reminded Dee.


"Okay. Here we go.
You, Ryo McLean, pacifist and by-the-book cop, have a serious gun
collection. And they ain't all of
them legal."

           Ryo
couldn't help the spasm of shock that went through him when he heard those
words. "WHAT the HELL?"


"Shh, Bikky's sleeping." Dee reminded him calmly. He couldn't help smirking a little,
though. "And close your
mouth, or I might start to get ideas."


"There's no way--Nobody--Wait a minute! Did my uncle Rick tell you?"


"So THAT'S where they are!" Dee was triumphant.
"Your uncle is looking after them for you, isn't he?"


Completely speechless, Ryo didn't know where to look.


"No, your uncle didn't tell me," Dee continued. "I've never met him, remember?   And neither did your aunt for
several reasons. I'm guessing that one of them is that perhaps she doesn't know
about the guns. Right?"


"Well, she knows about a couple of them," muttered Ryo. He had drawn his feet up onto the bed
and had his arms protectively wrapped around his knees in front of his body. He glanced at Dee almost shyly.


"Pretty good, huh?" Dee demanded, grinning in a very
self-satisfied way.


"How on earth did you figure that out? I'm quite sure I've never mentioned it to you or anyone at
work."

                "Well, I didn't really
have any evidence. It was mostly a
hunch because of two things I noticed about you. First, you're always looking
for an excuse to polish your rifle, and second, you're so much more
knowledgeable about firearms than the average cop."


"I think all sharpshooters are."


"Yeah but not like you.
For example, JJ doesn't know half of what you know. I tested you a couple of times by
dropping the names of obscure handguns.
He didn't pick up on them, but you knew all about them. I figured there had to be a collection
somewhere, but I was pretty sure it wouldn't be here in this apartment."


"Am I really so obvious?"


"Nah. Only to me. That's because learning everything I
can about what makes Ryo McLean tick is my life's work..." Dee's voice
dropped and became huskier.


"Dee! What are you
doing?"


"Claiming my kiss, stupid."


"I want your hands where I can see them."


"Dude, if you're planning to keep your eyes open, then this kiss
doesn't count. In a REAL kiss,
both parties have their eyes closed." He nuzzled Ryo's jaw.


"Okay, well, put your hands behind your back, then."


Dee's lips traced along the opposite side of Ryo's jaw now. "How 'bout I put one behind my
back and just keep the other one down here on the bed for balance?"


Ryo gritted his teeth at the audacity of his partner, determined not to
respond this time. But Dee's warm
breath was on his face and the other man's teeth gently tugged at his lower lip
and he suddenly found himself eager for the kiss to progress. Dee's lips moved teasingly over his
from side to side, and then his tongue slid up under Ryo's upper lip and traced
the line of it from the inside.
Ryo's tongue came out to meet Dee's and the kiss began in earnest. Ryo usually tried not to put his arms
around Dee when they were kissing, opting to cling to his partner's clothing
instead, but occasionally he just couldn't help himself and his body refused to
obey the strictures of his mind.
One of his arms stole around Dee's neck; the other went around his back,
and he pressed his chest almost wantonly against Dee's. Dee's tongue was in his mouth now,
exploring the set of his teeth and the underside of his tongue. Ryo captured it and sucked on it, then
Dee's tongue withdrew and Ryo's followed it into the other man's mouth, where
Dee returned the favour. Somebody
was making little gasping and moaning sounds, and distantly, Ryo came to the
realization that it was him.

         He was awash in a
tide of desire. He could feel it
in the way his heart was pounding and his breathing had become heavier. The air
felt different, thicker somehow, and his head seemed to be spinning. Blood coursed through his veins with
every thump of his heart and he realized to his chagrin that his penis was
fully erect. How could that be? He was with a man. He wasn't gay! What the hell was his body telling
him? Suddenly he felt afraid. He was pretty sure that Dee had already
figured out that he had an erection.

         He tried pulling
away, but it didn't work because Dee was pushing him down on the bed, and now
the other man's weight was partially on him. If he didn't escape soon, something terrible would
happen. He would give in and lose
his identity, lose his heart, lose his dignity and ultimately lose his best
friend. A wave of panic washed
over Ryo.

        "Okay, Dee,
enough!" Was that his
voice? He didn't sound like
himself. Dammit, suddenly he
didn't know himself.

         "What was
that? Can't hear ya," Dee's
voice was muffled because he was once again working on Ryo's neck. One of his hands began to travel down
Ryo's torso. Ryo stopped it with
desperate strength. That was
enough to arrest Dee's attention, and he stopped what he was doing and took a
good look at Ryo.

        "You're freaking
out, aren't you?"

         Ryo nodded.

         "Is it
because your dick got hard?"

         "Shit,
Dee!" Ryo exclaimed in shock,
anger and humiliation.

         "Well, is
it?"

         "Look, Dee, I
keep trying to tell you. I'm...I'm
not gay. Nor am I bi. I don't know why I have these reactions
when you kiss me. It's one of the
mysteries of the universe. Now get
off me, please. It's late and I'm
tired and I want to go watch TV and forget that this happened."

           Ryo
was unprepared for the sudden hurt that flared in Dee's eyes, as well as the
rare blush that spread over his cheeks.
Dee hid the hurt immediately by tossing his head so that his hair fell
forward over his eyes. He pulled
back from Ryo and Ryo was aware of an inexplicable sense of loss as the warm,
hard body left his. He sat up and
pulled the robe around himself again.
He felt a little awkward. He
felt like he should say something to lighten the moment a little, but nothing
good came to his mind. Just then
he spotted his rumpled but still folded pajamas under one of Dee's thighs. He reached for them, and Dee silently
moved out of the way so that Ryo could pick them up.

          Dee
spoke. "You can change
here," he said. "I'm goin' for a smoke anyway." He swung his legs over the bed and
headed for the door. "Don't
lock me out, 'kay?"

         " 'Kay,"
Ryo murmured softly.



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


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