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Look At Me	By : BrittColumbia Category: +. to F > FAKE Views: 3189 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Look at
Me

Chapter four

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
final chapter.

Thank you Blue
Simplicity for beta-ing my work for me.

Look At
Me

Chapter
4

Ryo sat on the sofa
flipping channels aimlessly and waiting for Dee to come back. It took a long time. There was probably more than one
cigarette being smoked out there on the fire escape at the end of the
hall. He felt bad about what had
happened, but didn't know how to make it right. He realized his behaviour must be frustrating for Dee. Even he had to admit that he was
sending his younger partner mixed messages. He just...he just didn't know how to stop doing that. After all, it wasn't like he was doing
it on purpose.

       When Dee re-entered the
apartment, he hung up the coat he had thrown on over his bare chest and kicked
off his shoes. A glance at the
sofa told him that Ryo had fallen asleep in front of the TV, the remote held loosely
in one hand. Dee padded
noiselessly into the bedroom to retrieve his original clothes.

      Ryo started awake just as Dee was
putting on his coat for the second time.

      "Dee, don't go," he called
out softly.

      "I think it's best if I
do."


"No it's not. It's
better if you stay."

      "Look, Ryo, you don't have to
go feeling all guilty. It's not
your fault."

       Ryo rose from the sofa and
approached him.

       "It is," he
said. "It's at least half my
fault."

       Dee paused and looked at him.

       "How's that?" he
asked.

       "Well you do your
seduction thing, and I respond.
That encourages you and you do it some more. Then I freak out and throw cold water all over you."

        "I'm a big boy; I
can handle it."

        Yeah, but for how
long? thought Ryo.
Aloud, he said, "Hey, I'm a guy too. That's happened to me before. I know what it feels like and it isn't fun."

         Dee was silent.

        Ryo reached out and
tentatively touched his arm.
"I'm sorry," he said simply. "I'm...confused.
It's a big decision. I
don't know what to do."

         Dee's eyes
softened. "I know baby,"
he whispered. "And I don't
want you confused. I want you
sure. And whatever you decide, I'm
still here, you got that? 'Cause
you ain't never getting rid of me."

         Ryo stepped a
little closer and said, "So you forgive me then?"

         Dee sensed that he
wanted a hug. "Only if you
forgive me," he said and opened his arms. Ryo stepped into their comforting circle.

        It wasn't a brief, macho
guy-hug. It was more like an
embrace between lovers. Ryo rested
his head on Dee's shoulder, and Dee rested his face against Ryo's hair. He
could feel Ryo's arms around his back. Time stood still for the time it took
for all the tension to drain out of their bodies.

       Presently Ryo stirred and
stepped back a pace.

       "So you'll stay
then?"

       "Well..." Dee
pretended to be hesitant.
"Can I cuddle you?"

       "Umm...okay, but I don't
want to wake up in the middle of a porn scene, do you hear me?"

        Dee looked offended, as
though he'd never even so much as thought about putting the moves on his
partner before.

         "I said I
wanted you willing, didn't I?
Don't worry. I'll behave. Cuddling's good."

         "Let's hit
the sack then," Ryo suggested.
"You have to get up in only four hours."

          As Ryo's
bedroom door closed behind them Bikky's opened and the kid staggered sleepily
toward the bathroom. As he went
past Ryo's room, he heard Dee's voice saying,

         "Hey, does
the cuddling come with a good night kiss?"

         Ryo's voice
replied, "Not this time. Now go to sleep."

         Good on ya,
Ryo, Bikky thought to himself. Keep up the good fight.
Damned pervert should keep his lips to himself.




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         The alarm went off
at seven fifteen.   Ryo's
first thought was that Dee was going to be late and he rolled over to shake his
partner awake. Dee's side of the bed was empty. Well, not completely empty. There was a folded piece of paper there that said
"RYO" on it in block letters.
Curious, and perhaps with a little apprehension, Ryo picked it up. Just
then he realized the alarm was still beeping and that it wasn't even in his
room.

        Bikky's voice was heard
cursing in the room next door. Ryo
quickly stuffed the unopened note under his pillow and got up to see what was
happening.

        Resentfully, Bikky
thrust the alarm clock into Ryo's hands.

        "Tryin' to tell me
something?" he snarled.

        Ryo looked perplexedly
from Bikky to the alarm clock and back again. It dawned on both of them at the same time what Dee had done. Ryo's reaction was to throw back his
head and laugh, much to the indignation of Bikky, who just cursed harder.

       "Are you on the
dorkhead's side, or what?" he demanded.

       "Well, B, he does have a
point. You're gonna be a teenager
in the next few months. Maybe it's
time you started getting yourself up for school."

        "What the
hell?"

        "When I was only a
little bit older than you, I had to get myself up in the mornings and do a lot
of things for myself. My parents
were away on business a lot. I
learned to be self-sufficient."

          "Jesus,
here we go again," muttered Bikky, rolling his eyes. "Tell me later, Ryo. I'm gonna
take a friggin' shower. Gotta get
ready for friggin' school."

          When he
heard the water running, Ryo hurried back into his bedroom to read the note.

Dear Ryo,

     I wrote this down
because when I try to talk it often comes out all wrong and ends up not being
what I wanted to say. So I'm
writing this while freezing my ass off on the fire escape. When I described the Boy Scout in you,
I left a couple of things out.
Here they are with details.
This is how I see you.

      Yeah, you're a
team player, but underneath you're competing with all of us. But you'll never leave me in the dust
because I plan to be your partner for as long as possible, and wherever you
transfer, I'll follow.

      Clean cut,
punctual, and dutiful, that's true. Can't argue there. Respectful...only up to a point and
only because you think it's good career politics. Deep down you don't have as much respect as you pretend,
either for the people or even the law itself.

     Obedient: now there's
an interesting one. I'd like to
find out someday.

     Honest? Mostly yeah. But not with me and more importantly, not with yourself.

     The biggest secret:
when I said you're going for a 'butter wouldn't melt' image? Well you're not fooling me, Ryo
McLean. Don't ever eat any butter
in public because it will instantly turn molten from the heat of your mouth and
will spill down your chin and run down your chest and then someone will have to
lick it off you.

     I got a few more to
add and then I'm done. Kind,
helpful, handsome, absolutely one hundred per cent beautiful inside and
out. Passionate, devoted, funny,
smart, brave, loyal. I'm so proud
to be your partner. And your
friend. Whether or not we ever
become more than friends, I just want to be near you, be a part of your
life. I know you don't want to
believe me, but I'm in love with you, body and soul.

     I hope that someday you will look at me
and see that it's true.

     The note was unsigned, but Ryo would know
Dee's scrawl anywhere. It was a
love letter, he realized. A bit
abrasive, like Dee himself, but a declaration of feelings nonetheless. He read it through again and then
folded it up and tucked it thoughtfully inside his diary in the nightstand
drawer. This would bear thinking
about.

      When Bikky stalked out of the
bathroom, leaving a trail of wet footprints behind him, Ryo was waiting.

      "There's oatmeal on the
stove," he said, "and sandwiches in your book bag."

       Bikky called out a thank you
just before slamming the door to his room.

       Ryo took his turn in the
shower, moving and thinking in slow motion. He had several errands to run before his shift later at 3:00
p.m., and he wanted to get out the door and get on with them. But he found his thoughts kept turning
toward work.

      I hope Dee
managed to get us an appointment with the Newton assault case witness, he thought.
And I wonder if he remembered to get those photos back down to evidence.
I don't think he ate any breakfast.
I bet he's not making any progress on those files. He couldn't help fretting about the details of the various cases they
were working on.

     By the time he finished his shower, though, he had come
to a decision. He was going to
head into work a little early.
Maybe if he got there by one p.m., Dee wouldn't have eaten lunch
yet. Cheered, he returned to the
bedroom to dress.

     "Bye, Ryo! " The door banged behind Bikky and Ryo
heard his feet thundering down the stairs outside his apartment door. He shook his head slightly. That boy was always rushing, always
late for something. The only thing
he was never late for was basketball.

       Ryo checked his appearance one
more time in the mirror over the dresser.
Not bad at all. His eyes
fell on the nightstand beside his bed.
He opened the drawer, withdrew the letter from Dee and tucked it into
his wallet.

       Chuckling to himself a little,
he left his apartment and walked toward the subway stop.

       He thinks I'm funny? He thought to himself. I
guess he doesn't know me as well as all that.

       But he was smiling to himself all through the train
ride downtown.


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