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Negotiations	By : BrittColumbia Category: +. to F > FAKE Views: 3209 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Negotiations

Chapter three

Pairing:
Dee/Ryo

Fandom: Fake

Rating:
Mature

Notes:
Kissing between two men. Coarse
language.

Spoilers:  To
Volume 7

Timing: In my
vision of Fake, Dee and Ryo become a couple in May. That's when the wonderful RPG Fake 2^nd Chances
had their relationship begin, so I went along with that start time, even though
it looks like dead winter in the manga. (But Bikky and Carol had gone off to 'summer'
camp! Go figure) Negotiations
takes place in July of that same year, so Dee and Ryo have been together for a
couple of months at this point.

Summary:
Rose extracts concessions from Ryo in exchange for canceling Dee's suspension
from duty.

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

This is the
final chapter. If you liked it,
let me know.

I have already posted a sexy 'postscript'
to this story –what happens between Dee and Ryo after Rose leaves their
office. However, it's only available on my livejournal page, so you'll
have to go there to find it. The general address to my LJ is http://brit-columbia.livejournal.com/
which is where I post my works of fanfiction, plus other things that I�m
thinking about. The specific link for the sexy epilogue to Negotiations
is here: http://brit-columbia.livejournal.com/27920.html#cutid1   If you are a child, please don't
go there and read it.

Blue
Simplicity beta'd this for me and for all of you. Thank you Blue!

Negotiations

Chapter 3

Commissioner
Rose smiled his special superior smile, the one he reserved for Dee Laytner and
others of his loutish breed. Then
he turned to Ryo with raised brows.

This
time, it was Ryo who took hold of Dee's tie. "Come on, you idiot, let's get it over with. How long?" he asked Rose.

"One
minute. That's sixty seconds of
non-platonic kissing. I expect
this to look as real as possible, considering the circumstances. Anything over
one minute and any extra touching or fondling is up to you." The Commissioner tapped his watch and
looked at them pointedly.

Ryo
gave Dee's tie a yank, which brought his partner's lips down closer in line
with his. Dee was quite surprised
that Ryo was willing to do this.
Ryo was normally so shy and so private. But this time, although the other detective's face was
flushed with embarrassment, Dee thought he saw something else lurking behind
Ryo's eyes. He suddenly realized
that his partner was looking at him with a 'Let's show HIM' expression on his
face. He looked stubborn and
annoyed and... Yes, aroused.

Yeah,
let's show the bastard, Dee
thought. Aloud, he breathed,
"Kiss me, baby."

And
Ryo did. Holy fuck, was that a hot
kiss. If they'd been on the top
floor of the building, Dee believed it would have blown the roof off.

         It
started slow and sensual, their lips coming together, clinging slightly, and
then moving apart. Before too
long, their tongues came into play and the kiss began in earnest. To the Commissioner, who was observing
intently, it wasn't just one kiss.
It was a whole series of intimate mouth to mouth caresses that mounted
in suspense and tension as the two lovers built gradually to a crescendo that
he knew was coming.

What
a beautiful pair they were. Even
Laytner, who while not quite his type, would be considered drop dead gorgeous
by anyone's standards. But Ryo. Ryo was his ideal. And, the fact that both of them were
fully clothed notwithstanding, Ryo was actually making love to Dee Laytner
right there in front of him.

          As
he watched, he came to a reluctant understanding that although the act of
kissing highlighted a blazing sexual attraction between them, there was an
energy there that transcended the physical. It was clear that an emotional and
deeply spiritual bond existed between the two men.

           Long
seconds since, they had forgotten his presence and had surrendered to their
hunger for each other. The skin of Laytner's face darkened to a blush as deep
as Ryo's as his blood pressure went up.
He was moaning into Ryo's mouth. His arms were wrapped around the
slender waist of the man before him. He was actively running his hands over the
muscles of Ryo's taut back, holding that perfect body tightly wedged against
his own. Ryo's hands were
entangled in raven hair and to the amazement of the raptly watching
Commissioner, he heard Ryo murmur Dee's name urgently several times between
kisses, and the way he spoke it-- with such love and reverence in his voice--
affected the Commissioner deeply.

He
reflected rather plaintively that he had never in his life been kissed like
that. It was as if the raw power
of love in its purest and best form had exploded inside the room and he, a mere
bystander, had been caught in the crossfire. Whereas it rained abundantly on the two detectives, it
drained away from him, leaving an inexplicably poignant sense of loss in its
wake. He wondered why he felt
loss, when Ryo had never been his to lose. Oh, but there had been a time, back when they first met in
England, and again in his first weeks at the 27th, when he had felt that Ryo
might have been somewhat drawn to him.
But Laytner had been on it right away. If only I'd separated them...transferred Laytner to another
precinct...Ryo would have been mine,
he thought.

Suddenly,
he couldn't stand it anymore. He
had to make them stop, but without letting them see how hollowed out and bereft
he suddenly felt.

"Gentlemen,
you passed your 60 second limit some time ago. Don't keep going on my
account." He had been going
for light sarcasm, but the tone came out wrong. His voice emerged oddly flat.

Laytner
eyed him with more than a suggestion of triumph. "We'll stop when we're ready, SIR," he
purred. "Since this is a
fully-sanctioned kiss. It might go on for a while. But feel free to leave if you've got things to do,
huh?"

To
his fury, Rose realized that he was not only blushing, but also at a loss for
words. He turned on his heel and
strode toward the door.

Just
as he reached it, he heard Ryo's voice, sounding a little lower and throatier
than usual.

"Sir! About the suspension..."

"Rescinded,"
he replied shortly, and left the room without a backward look.

"Bastard
left the door open," muttered Dee, reluctantly disengaging from Ryo. "Don't move baby. Daddy just has to lock the
door..."

"Dee,
I can't believe we just—"

"Shh,
love. Don't start
thinking." Dee shot the bolt
and and quickly caught Ryo in his arms again. "Let's just go back to
feeling. I'm not quite done with
you."

Back
in his office, Rose sat at his elegant mahogany desk and fumed. He opened a drawer and withdrew a
bottle of aged whiskey, from which he poured himself a measure. He tossed it down in the hopes that it
would calm his jangled nerves. He
had never hated Laytner more than he did right then. Or anyone, actually.

         He
regretted having goaded his two detectives into doing his bidding. He had initially enjoyed making them
nervous, extracting an apology from Ryo, and forcing him and his partner to
perform for him like that to escape his wrath. Now however, he felt
simultaneously tense, aggrieved and sexually aroused, and that was one hell of
an emotional cocktail. He knew he
needed to process his feelings before the phone rang or someone came looking
for him. It wouldn't do for anyone
on the staff to see him in this agitated state.

Commissioner
Berkely Rose was a man who took pleasure in the trappings of his position and
his privileged life. Tall, handsome and successful, with a corner office, and a
house in a fashionable upper west side neighbourhood, he had reached the top of
his profession at the relatively young age of thirty-six. He had serious money in the bank, as
well as the ear of the mayor and all his influential cronies. To answer the
demands of his ego and powerful sex drive, he had countless admirers of both
sexes. But suddenly, all his
accomplishments seemed much smaller and emptier than they had an hour ago.
There was something that he now needed, a hitherto unrealized yearning of the
body and spirit that had been shown to him today. A bitter taste in his mouth confirmed that no amount of
money or power under heaven could obtain for him what he had seen blossom and
then blaze between Detectives McLean and Laytner.

Laytner,
that bastard, that nobody. Always
guarding 'his' partner like he was some precious virgin prince. At least no one could accuse him of not
understanding and appreciating what he had. Rose too, had he been in possession of anything as
intoxicating and magnificent as the love of Ryo Mclean, would have done his
best not to let anyone take it away from him. Laytner was one lucky S.O.B. He actually couldn't fault the man.

Ryo
however, was a different story. Rose felt Ryo to be just like him: calm,
professional and ambitious, with a measured way of speaking and interacting
with people. They were both steady in a crisis, and had analytical minds. He had always suspected that underneath
Detective McLean's coolly polite exterior lurked sexual urges strong enough to
match his own. They belonged
together. But the young detective
had been determined to keep him at arm's length, politely declining all his
friendly attempts to further their acquaintance. He wondered if Detective McLean realized he probably could
have been promoted twice over by now, if he had just been willing to take the
hand that had been offered to him in friendship and more. He believed Ryo most likely did. The man was intelligent enough. He still couldn't believe that Ryo had
chosen that asinine bastard over him.
And today he had flaunted his choice quite shamelessly. Rose had been rather surprised that Ryo
had not only agreed to his outrageous proposition but had gone on to writhe in
unconcealed pleasure in Laytner's obviously far from unwelcome embrace. He knew
he ought to forgive Ryo, but what he really wanted to do was somehow exact
retribution from him.

He
poured himself another shot of whiskey and sipped it slowly and reflectively
this time. Someday Ryo would need
his help. Someday he would come to
him in trouble and in supplication.
When that day came, he would make Ryo pay. He would answer for every slight, every rejection, and every
minute of frustration, sexual and otherwise that Rose had ever gone through on
his account.

The
Commissioner leaned back in his chair.
He was in the habit of thinking of himself as a kind and just man, so he
would have been surprised to learn that his eyes held a merciless expression
that rendered his tight, satisfied smile cruel. Patience was one of his hard-won qualities. He would not take any actions that
would result in bringing Ryo to a state of crisis. No. He was not a
bad person. He would just bide his
time and trust that his chance would come.

I'll
rescue you, Ryo McLean, he thought.
I'll give you everything you ever wanted. But before I do that, I'm going to punish you for today.

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