Adult-FanFiction.org : Anime

FAKE First Year Together: A New Day (May)	By : BrittColumbia Category: +. to F > FAKE Views: 14597 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own FAKE, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 41
- 42
- 43
Fake First Year
Together: A New Day (May)

By Brit
Columbia

Chapter 42

Fandom:
Fake
Pairing: Dee/ Ryo
Rating:
Man-Sex! Not worksafe! All sex happens between two men who are in a
loving relationship. There is also some violence in this
chapter.
Spoilers: To Volume 7
Timing:
Set in May, directly after book 7 ended
Summary:
Ryo is coming to terms with his new sexual identity, as well as the
changes in his relationship with Dee. Meanwhile, Dee and Ryo
are trying to find enough evidence to expose a crooked cop. This
story explores homophobic attitudes, but is primarily a love story
between two men.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fake or
any of the characters created by Sanami Matoh. Lieutenant Abernathy
is mine however, along with Detective Fox, Detective Greenspan, Alan
Radley and his grandmother. I have not based these characters on any
living person.
Author's notes: I believe in a
strong and equal Ryo and Dee. It was the FAKE 2nd Chances RPG which
inspired the striptease. If you ever want to check out the RPG, you
can find it here: http://community.livejournal.com/fake_2nd_chance/2004/06/12/
Thank you to mtemplarand the_ladyfeather

A New Day

Chapter 42

"Dee!
Stop eating the cold cuts! If you give me two seconds, I can get them
in a sandwich for you." Ryo glared at his partner, who was
cramming slices of smoked turkey into his mouth.

Dee mumbled
something unintelligible and grabbed the pickle jar off the end of
the counter before disappearing into the living room.

Ryo
shook his head impatiently and resumed making sandwiches. Whole wheat
bread, meat slices, pickles--no, not pickles, since they had been
abducted-- sliced tomatoes, lettuce, mustard, mayo--

"I
thought you wanted lunch," protested Ryo, as Dee reappeared,
still chewing, and took the mayonnaise jar out of his hand before
replacing it on the counter.

Dee didn't respond. He just
stared at Ryo for a moment with an expression that Ryo knew well.
Before he could think of anything to say, Ryo found himself seized
and slammed back against the fridge, which seemed to rock under the
sudden pressure. The force of it sent the heavier magnets sliding and
coupons fluttering, although at least one of the magnets, a
particularly lumpy one, seemed to lodge itself in the center of his
back. Ryo immediately scrabbled frantically behind himself with his
left hand and dislodged it. Dee didn't notice.

"Hey! D--"
Ryo began to protest, but his voice was stilled by the sensation of
Dee's teeth fastening onto the skin and muscle at the side of his
neck. He could feel his lover beginning to suck a mark there, and a
long, shaky breath escaped him at the tingling burn of it. His
fingers spasmed on the handle of the mayonnaise knife, and a moment
later it clattered onto the floor, unheeded by his partner, who was
now licking a hot, wet trail firmly up his neck to his ear. "Dee,"
he repeated in a breathless and futile attempt to sound calm and
normal, "let me go, for Pete's sake! You don't have to seduce
me. I'm all for the plan. Lunch and then sex. Remember the
plan?"

Half-closed but alert green eyes glanced Ryo's way
for a moment before Dee started nuzzling Ryo's throat. "New
plan," he muttered. "Sex first, then lunch."

"Easy
for you to say," muttered Ryo resentfully. "You've had half
the turkey and most of the pickles. I haven't eaten anything."

Dee looked somewhat chagrined, but the intent look never left
his face.

"Are you hungry, love?" he murmured,
kissing Ryo's mouth lightly, but with a little parting nibble before
he disengaged. "You want a sandwich?"

"Well,
yeah," said Ryo, whose eyes had slid to Dee's withdrawing mouth.
"Early breakfast, you know..."

"Here, eat
this." Dee reached over to his right and picked up one of the
sandwich halves that Ryo had made, and waved it under Ryo's nose. It
was laden with turkey and greens and slices of juicy red tomato.
Despite himself, Ryo inhaled the scent of it appreciatively.

Dee
gave him an encouraging smile, and for a moment he imagined that Ryo
had showed signs of being tempted. But then his partner seemed to
collect himself. He turned his face aside and looked at Dee
disapprovingly.

"I don't want to eat it standing up and
squished against the fridge! Whatever happened to sitting down at the
table and eating a meal like civilized people?"

"That's
what people do when they're not horny as hell and constantly being
interrupted. Besides, I'm not civilized." Dee ground his crotch
in a slow circle against Ryo's, unashamed of the hot, heavy erection
between his legs. "C'mon, eat your sandwich and after you're
done, I'll throw you down on the kitchen table and fuck you on it."
He grinned, not only because Ryo was blushing, but because he could
feel his partner's cock starting to stiffen against his own.

"What,
you never had sex on the kitchen table before?" Dee poked the
sandwich against Ryo's firmly closed lips, leaving a trace of
mayonnaise behind.

Ryo's only answer was to raise a hand to
take the sandwich, but Dee knocked his arm down with his other hand.
"Uh-uh, no you don't. Lemme feed you." He leaned in and
licked the mayonnaise off his partner's mouth. "In between
kisses, of course..."

"You're-- mmph--"
Whatever Ryo had been about to say was forgotten amidst the sweet
magic of Dee's lips and tongue. Without words, Dee let him know how
much he wanted and desired him, and how very soon he intended for
them both to be naked.

When Dee pulled back, Ryo emitted a
little gasp and tried to follow his lover's mouth with his own. He
was met by the sandwich.

"Open up, babe. Let's get some
sustenance into you. You're gonna need all your strength to keep up
with me this afternoon."

"Me?" Ryo's mouth
dropped open in surprise. "I'm not the one who got himself shot
and knocked out only one short week ago, remember. In
fact--mmph!"

Dee had managed to get a corner of the
sandwich stuffed partially inside Ryo's mouth, and Ryo realized his
best course of action was actually to stop talking and start eating.
Accordingly, he took a small bite and chewed it slowly while glaring
at Dee.

Dee rolled his eyes. "Yeesh, I keep forgetting
what a slow eater you are. You don't have to chew every bite
fifty-three times, you know."

Ryo chewed a few more times
and then swallowed. As he opened his mouth to retort, the sandwich
was once more thrust between his lips. He had no choice but to bite
it again.

"Seven, eight, nine..." Dee counted,
watching Ryo's mouth closely.

Ryo stopped chewing long enough
to mumble, "Quit watching me eat!" He could sense his
cheeks getting warm again, and he felt just about ready to shove Dee
away.

"Why? You're cute when you eat. Twelve, thirteen,
forty-one...and he swallows!"

"Dee, back off,"
growled Ryo warningly. If Dee stuffed that sandwich into his mouth
again, he was going to be sorry.

"Kiss-break,"
announced Dee and nibbled the other side of Ryo's neck. To his
delight, it made Ryo quiver, as usual. His partner's neck was a major
erogenous zone, and Dee knew that if he could get his lips and teeth
on it whenever Ryo was feeling peeved or stressed about something, it
would have him moaning and shivering in practically no
time.

"Dee...Oh, jeez....Don't mark me there too, okay?
Mmmm..." He couldn't help writhing sensuously against his
partner's long, lean body.

"Why not?" Dee's voice
was husky against the lobe of his ear. "I'll mark you under your
collar line. No one will see."

"Bikky will see. And
my whole Karate class tonight." Ryo moaned softly as he felt
Dee's teeth gently moving along the line of his jaw.

"Bikky
will understand," Dee whispered teasingly. "And your Karate
class will be happy for you that you're finally getting some action
after not showing up with signs of love on your body for, like three
fucking years..."

"Dee, Bikky will NOT understand!
And I really don't want my Karate classmates to spend so much as one
second speculating about my sex life! How can you even--mmph!"

Dee's
lips had once more descended upon his, preventing him from finishing
his sentence. Ryo felt a hot flicker of tongue asking for entrance.
He found he didn't have it in him to refuse it, and a moment later,
Dee's tongue was sliding hotly into his mouth. Ryo kissed him back
hard, struggling for dominance as their tongues nudged each other
aggressively.

Dee withdrew again, licking his lips
mischievously. "Mmmm, turkey," he said.

Ryo
flushed bright red all the way down to his neck and under the collar
of his shirt. His eyes flashed and his palm shot out, catching Dee in
the center of his chest and moving him back a couple of paces.
"That's enough!" he said, and pointed imperiously at the
table. "We're sitting down to eat right now, and after we do, I
think I might just brush my teeth!"

"But you...
taste good," protested Dee weakly, already regretting the crack
about the turkey. Until he had gone that one step too far, he had had
Ryo on the verge of capitulation. He sat down warily at the kitchen
table, ready to do whatever Ryo wanted for the time
being.

&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&

Lieutenant
Mike Abernathy buzzed the number for Alan Radley's apartment,
and a woman's voice answered. She sounded old and tired.

"Good
morning, ma'am," he said. "Police. Would you mind buzzing
me up?"

"P-police?" The tiredness suddenly left
her voice, replaced by dismay and alarm. "What's this
about?"

"I'm looking for an Alan Radley," he
said into the intercom. "The hospital told me he'd been
discharged. It's customary for us to investigate matters of alleged
assault."

"Oh! Well... I'm not sure now is a good
time, officer," she said hesitantly. "You see, he's
sleeping. He was in a lot of pain and they sent him home with
something that would help him with that."

"May I
come in anyway? I'd like to chat with you for a minute and perhaps
leave my card."

"Well... I don't see why not,
although there's not much I can tell you."

&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&

An
elderly African-American woman leaning on a walker answered the door.
She was small and prune-like, and peered up at him through thick
glasses that made her anxious eyes seem unnaturally huge.

"You
don't look like a police officer," she remarked
suspiciously.

Mike duly flashed her his badge, along with a
perfunctory smile. "That's because I'm a plainclothes officer
now, ma'am. Me uniform days are long behind me."

"Oh,
yes of course. Like a lot of those TV cops," she said, nodding
her grizzled head. "Well, come in, then. I hope this won't take
long. My soap's coming on in about ten minutes."

"Thank
you, not long at all," he said shortly and stepped carefully
past the old biddy and her walker. A short, dim hallway led onto a
cozily furnished but old-fashioned living room, complete with
crocheted end-table covers and framed needlepoint pictures on the
walls. A large, modern, flat-screened TV, incongruous amidst the
shabby furnishings and old-lady clutter, energetically flashed images
and color from a corner. Mike noted that the sound had been muted,
perhaps in honor of his 'police' visit, or maybe it was so as not to
disturb the convalescing Mr. Radley. The lieutenant's eyes swept
around the apartment looking for doors. He had passed one in the hall
on the way in, which he had taken for a bathroom, and now he saw a
short hallway leading off the kitchen. There would be bedrooms over
that way, he'd wager. That would be where he would find the
troublesome Mr. Radley.

&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&

Dee
sat at the kitchen table, drinking mineral water and wondering what
was going through his partner's mind. Ryo suddenly seemed
self-conscious, even a little irritable, which was quite a big change
from the desire-filled creature he had been only five or so minutes
ago when he had been panting against Dee's neck, his dick hard in his
pants.

Now, unfortunately, there seemed to be a distance
between them. Ryo was eating his sandwich, seemingly with great
concentration, as though sex were the furthest thing from his mind.
Every so often, he glanced Dee's way, his eyes bright with suspicion,
his guard obviously up. He appeared to be expecting an attack
momentarily.

Dee briefly considered fulfilling his partner's
expectations for him in one mad, condiment-scattering lunge, but
dismissed the idea. Something was up with Ryo, and he wasn't sure
what it was, but he had a sense that his partner didn't want to be
manhandled right at the moment.

Before he could think through
the matter further, his cell phone startled him by ringing loudly in
the front pocket of his jeans.

"Jesus Christ!" he
exclaimed, digging it out. "If that's the Chief, I'm telling him
we both have the fucking stomach flu-- ah, it's Ted. He'd better not
want anything from us that involves work. Yo, Ted! What the fuck do
you want?"

"Nothing, asshole. I just thought I'd be
a nice guy and give you an update on developments with Shaver. But if
it's too much trouble--"

"Just fucking spit it out,
wouldya? Did you go to his place?"

"Yeah, man. Guess
where I am right now? Been stuck here for an hour. It's a washout.
Place is not only empty, but swabbed out and disinfected, too. The
manager said he evicted him as of the 31st."

"That's
right, he did," said Dee remembering the aftermath of Essien
Ibo's visit to Shaver last Monday. "I didn't think he was
serious though."

"He said Shaver told him he
wouldn't fight it."

"Did you get CSI in?"

"Nope.
Shaver's lieutenant from the 51st wanted to, but the Commish pulled
rank.The official word is that CSI resources are spread too thin to
call 'em in on something that ain't a murder scene. Chief told us to
look for traces of gunpowder, diesel, crap like that. But apparently
a team from Momma-Maids went through this place yesterday and
scrubbed everything squeaky clean. We're waiting on them now."

"You
go through the dumpster yet?"

"You won't believe
this, but apparently it's garbage day in the South Bronx! The trucks
have been and gone."

"Fuck, lucky you, huh?"
Dee had had to sort through a few garbage dumpsters in his time with
the NYPD. A couple of times, it must have been the day before garbage
day, because the dumpsters had been full to overflowing. That had
sucked big time. Searching dumpsters was his least favorite way of
collecting evidence.

"Well, I dunno," Ted replied.
"We're scared the Chief's gonna send us to Harlem River Rail
Yard to pick through a mountain of garbage. If that happens, we are
so screwed. JJ will probably freak out, 'cause he's got a hot date
tonight that he won't shut up about."

Dee laughed. "I
bet you a case of beer that if the Chief sends you garbage-digging,
the Commish will say no to that one, too."

"What
makes you so sure?"

"Shaver's a dead hero and Rose
wants him to stay that way."

&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&

Ryo
returned from the bathroom looking a little self-conscious. Dee was
waiting for him, sprawled in his chair with a toothpick in his mouth.
One booted foot rested comfortably on Ryo's chair. He almost wanted
to laugh at the way Ryo's slightly uncertain expression changed to a
small frown of disapproval at the sight of Dee's foot in a place
where it shouldn't be.

"Dude, I can so read your
mind."

"You can not." Ryo pushed Dee's foot off
his chair and sat down.

"Yes, I can. Want me to tell you
what you're thinking?"

Ryo leaned back in his chair,
trying to look nonchalant. Even if Dee was right, he planned to deny
it. "Give it your best shot, Detective Laytner."

Dee
held up three fingers. "One: you're wondering about the kitchen
table as a potential sex location, but you think the dirty dishes
ought to go in the sink first, and maybe the table ought to be wiped
down, too. Two: you're not one hundred percent sure the kitchen table
can take it without collapsing under us, and three: above all, you're
worried about the neighbors, since the door's right over there."

Dee
raised his eyebrows and grinned in a way that Ryo found infuriating.
Or endearing. One of those two. He couldn't help laughing. "Dee,
you're something else. Have you always been this cocky?"

"Yeah,
but it definitely got worse after puberty. You wanna take a shot at
guessing what I'm thinking?"

Ryo snorted. "Gee, like
that's gonna be a challenge."

Dee tossed his toothpick on
the table and leaned forward in his seat. "Okay, fine, you don't
wanna guess. I'll tell ya. I'm thinking you're not totally down with
me being my usual, pushy, hot-to-trot self today. The anticipation's
kinda got you on edge."

Surprised, Ryo opened his mouth
to deny it, but then realized that Dee had a point. "Well...
maybe a little. Maybe we could just, um, slow down a bit?"

"Sure,
babe. We can slow it down as much as you want. See, I been
thinking.... It's always me grabbing you, me kissing you, me trying
to feel you up, right?"

"Er, right."

"You
never get to initiate things because I'm always right there ahead of
you, trying to drag your pants off before you've even decided if
you're horny or not."

Ryo didn't know what to say. It was
true. He was willing to admit that he had been very passive so far in
this relationship. Now, although Dee was rather tactfully putting the
blame on himself, his partner was obviously wanting him to take a
more active role. And of course his face was getting hot again,
naturally. Damn it. The fact that he tended to blush at inconvenient
moments was one of the few constants among all the unpredictable
events of his life so far.

"I..." he began, and then
took a deep breath before continuing, a trifle stiffly. "I take
it you're wanting me to initiate things from now on?"

"Naw,
sweetheart, you're getting the wrong idea. I'm not complaining. I'm a
man who's living his dream come true." Dee reached across the
table and took one of Ryo's hands in both of his. "And believe
me, the reality of sex with you has been twice as hot as my hottest
fantasies. I'll gladly seduce you every day for the rest of your
life, if that works for you. And if I could get away with it,"
he added, running his fingers over Ryo's palm, pressing gently into
the pad at the base of his thumb, and then moving over to the back of
his hand to trace the row of knuckles. "I just thought... you
might like to, you know, for your own sake, sometimes be the one to
get the ball rolling. Once in a while you act like that might be what
you want, but then I end up pulling you along with me at my pace."

He regarded the strong, masculine hand he was holding, and
then looked into Ryo's eyes. "Am I making any sense at
all, or am I just making a hash of this?"

Ryo tugged his
hand out from both of Dee's and gave one of his partner's hands an
affectionate squeeze. "I think I understand," he said.
"You're offering to hold still for a while and try to control
yourself so that I can...touch you in ways that I want without
expecting that any moment you're going to throw me up against the
fridge or down on the table."

"Yeah," said Dee,
nodding and grinning. "Yeah. Pretty much. I don't know how long
I can be a good boy, though, so don't take too long."

"Okay,"
said Ryo. "But don't distract me by talking. No smart-ass
remarks, all right?"

"You mean I should be a good
boy and keep my mouth shut? Only for you, babe. Only for
you."

Ryo gave him a doubtful look, so Dee added,
"Shutting up now."

Ryo rose and pulled Dee to his
feet. "Let's go to the bedroom," he said.

Dee let
Ryo lead him into the bedroom by the hand. His eyes were glued to
Ryo's small, muscular ass cheeks as they moved inside the confines of
the thin fabric of his slacks. It was showtime. Finally.

Dee
nodded approvingly as Ryo locked the bedroom door. Even though they
were alone in the apartment, he considered that a very wise
precaution to take. Sure, the monkey brat was supposed to be at
school, but hell, the little twerp had more or less made a career of
popping up at inconvenient moments. And then there had been that time
when not only Bikky, but also JJ had burst into this very bedroom and
caught Dee on top of a partially clothed Ryo. If possible, JJ had
seemed more traumatized than Bikky over the incident, but Bikky had
been so focused on Carol and the danger she was in, that for once, he
hadn't really taken in the details of what the two men had been
doing. It had been a long time before Dee had been able to get Ryo to
agree to another 'test drive' after that.

Stay there,"
Ryo said to Dee, and then crawled across the bed to lower the blind
at the window. Suddenly the room was dimmer and they had total
privacy.

When Ryo turned back to him, there was a new look on
his face, one that Dee couldn't define. He waited, his eyes burning
into Ryo's.

Come here and touch me, he thought,
hoping that Ryo would somehow get his silent message. Don't make
me wait.

Ryo didn't. He eased himself off the bed and
walked slowly and deliberately toward Dee. He stopped a couple of
feet in front of him, and Dee saw those dark eyes give him an
appreciative once-over before Ryo reached out a hand to caress Dee's
hard chest. Dee closed his eyes for a moment and covered Ryo's hand
with his own as it roamed from one pectoral to the other, and down
over his tautly muscled belly. He was acutely aware of Ryo's
nearness, his scent, his body heat, the hunger in his eyes. Dee's
skin felt electrified under his clothing. The fabric of his black
tank top bunched slightly under Ryo's hand as it moved over his body,
and he was conscious of a longing to be naked. He thought about
starting to take his clothes off, but rejected the idea. He had
agreed to let Ryo set the pace. For all he knew, maybe Ryo wanted to
undress him himself.

Ryo moved out from in front of Dee,
trailing his hand firmly over Dee's non-injured side before stepping
behind him and pressing up against his back. His penis was getting
hard in his pants, and he wondered if Dee's was, too. When he slid
his hand down to cup Dee's package, a jolt went though Dee, and Ryo
heard him suck his breath in sharply. Dee's penis was not merely
hard, it was rock hard and ready. Dee's compact buttocks felt
muscular and yet yielding against his groin, and Ryo rubbed his
erection against them boldly.

This was not the first time he
had actively touched Dee in a sexual way with foreplay on his mind.
About a week ago, he had massaged, stroked, kissed and touched his
lover all over before taking his penis in his mouth and sucking him
to completion. Ryo's motivation had been different at that time. He
hadn't really been in a sexual kind of mood. His feelings had been
more centered around relief and gratitude that Dee had not been
killed by the crazy skinhead who had shot him the night before. If
the decision had been Ryo's, he would actually rather have just
cuddled. But he had found it necessary to promise Dee a blowjob
earlier in the day to get him to cooperate at the hospital, and Dee
was adamantly determined to collect, especially once Bikky had gone
out to start collecting funeral money. While massaging Dee, Ryo had
enjoyed feeling like he was in charge for once, and he knew there was
no danger of Dee leaping up and throwing him down because his partner
was not only recovering from having been shot, but also suffering
from the aftereffects of a concussion.

Ryo had given him
pleasure with no expectation that the favor would be returned. He
just wanted to do what he could for Dee to ensure that he got as good
a night's sleep as possible. Dee, however, had insisted on being
allowed to reciprocate sexually. Ryo, who had known he was in no
shape for it, tricked him into submitting to another massage, in the
middle of which, Dee had fallen asleep.

Now, he smiled against
the back of Dee's neck and stroked his lover's penis where it
strained against his jeans. He had every intention of sucking it for
Dee again, and despite his desire to experience having the upper hand
for a while longer, he also had every intention of opening his legs
for it later. He had been thinking about it since he woke up this
morning.

My lover is a man, he thought, as he
anticipated the pleasure that no woman could give him.

Dee
tilted his head back against Ryo's. "Baby...?" he
whispered. "Can I open my pants?"

"Oh, you can
do more than that," said Ryo, continuing to stroke his partner's
rigid member. "I want you to undress yourself. Now,
please."

"Hot damn!" Dee's hands flew to his
button and zipper, but faltered when Ryo stopped him with his
hand.

"No," said Ryo. "Not like that. Slowly.
Stay where you are, okay?" He moved out from behind Dee and
strolled over to the bed as casually as he could, despite having a
hard-on in his own pants that was making walking difficult for him.
He eased himself down in a comfortable position on the bed and let
his eyes roam over Dee's broad-shouldered form once more.

Dee
stood there waiting, his hands still on the fastening of his jeans.
Ryo was acting calm and imperturbable, but Dee would have staked his
bottom dollar on it being an act. His beloved was a little nervous,
but he was also undeniably aroused, if that tent-pole in the front of
his pants was anything to go by. But in addition to that, it was
quite clear that Ryo wanted something, and he thought he knew what it
was. He would do anything for Ryo, and it seemed like right now what
Ryo wanted was to watch him take his clothes off.

"Slowly?"
he repeated.

Ryo nodded. "Yeah," he said. "Do
it...sexy."

Dee stared at him in amazement for a moment.
Ryo had just said the word 'sexy'! He was pretty sure he had never
heard his partner utter that word before. And Ryo seemed to want him
to...

"Just so I got this straight," he said, "are
you asking me to perform a striptease?"

"Yes,"
said Ryo huskily.

"If I perform a striptease for you,
will you do the same for me sometime?"

"No."
Ryo shook his head with no trace of hesitation. "Sorry."

"Well,
what makes you think I can actually do this?"

"I
heard about the fundraiser for the K9 unit in Brooklyn," Ryo
said, still in that same husky voice, "in your second year with
the force. So I know you can do it."

Dee tried, he really
tried to prevent himself from smirking, but the urge to smirk got the
better of him. "All right then," he said. "But if I do
this for you, keeping in mind that it's without important props like
music and tearaway pants, can I please get back in the driver's seat
again?"

Ryo smiled at him, a sex-charged smile. "I'll
think about it," was the only answer he gave. "Now strip
for me."

Dee grinned at him and started swaying on his
feet, his hands still on the button of his jeans. "I didn't take
it all off for the fundraiser, you know," he said. "Plus I
didn't go all out because I knew a few wives of the brass were
watching. But for you, I'm gonna do the sexed-up version." With
a flick of his wrist, he opened the button fastening of his jeans and
loosened the zipper a shade, just to give himself a bit of room to
move.

The first thing he took off was the blue shirt, which
hung open on his chest. He didn't have to unbutton it because he had
already done that when he had entered the apartment with Ryo. But he
moved his shoulders in it seductively, slipping it down over first
one, then the other, while looking back at Ryo with wickedness in his
eyes. When he finally removed it, he let it dangle by one sleeve and
played with it as though it were a feather boa. He draped it around
his neck and tossed his head flirtatiously at Ryo before turning
around and pulling it back and forth in a 'flossing' motion from
crotch to out-thrust ass.

Ryo fell back on the bed
laughing at the sight, and laughed even harder when the blue shirt
sailed through the air and landed on his face. When he looked back at
Dee, Dee was dancing with his hands inside his tank top, one going
down the scoop neckline and the other one coming up underneath. He
caressed his own chest and stomach while smirking lazily at
Ryo.

"Bet you wish these were your hands on this
hot bod, hey babe?"

"Soon, it will be my hands,"
Ryo informed him, and then held up a warning finger. "No! Not
yet. Don't stop dancing. This is the best show ever."

"Well,
as long as you're enjoying yourself." Dee slid his tank top up
so that one pectoral was completely exposed. He began to roll and
pinch his nipple while caressing his still-erect cock through his
jeans with his other hand, a combination that seemed almost to wipe
the smirk from his face. He kept dancing in a sultry way throughout.

When Dee had teasingly lifted the tank top and let it fall
several times, he finally deemed it time to bare his chest
altogether. He pulled the tight fitting shirt up and over his head,
shaking his hair back out of his eyes when he had done so. He twirled
the tank top around his head like a lasso before tucking it through
the center belt loop on the back of his jeans.

Before Ryo had
time to wonder what he was doing, Dee had turned around and started
undulating his behind so that the tank top attached to the back of
his pants swished like a tail. Then he swung it in a circular motion,
grinning back at Ryo, his hands on either side of his head. Ryo
rolled onto his belly, shaking with laughter. He hadn't known it was
possible to be so amused and yet so aroused at the same time. He
couldn't help grinding his erection into the mattress as he watched
Dee's antics.

His partner had a very sexy body, and he knew
how to move it. He danced with self-assurance and playfulness,
leaving Ryo shaking his head with admiration. He never could have
done such a thing, never. Not even to save his life. He could have
either danced or taken off his clothes, but he didn't think he would
ever be able to do both at the same time, especially as some kind of
show. And how did Dee think up all these imaginative moves? Even with
time to consider it, Ryo didn't think he could have come up with more
than one or two ideas.

No, he was certainly never going to
perform a striptease for Dee, but he was going to make sure Dee
danced like this again for him soon. Perhaps even with music and
those tearaway pants Dee had mentioned.

As Ryo watched, Dee
dropped down gracefully to the floor, where he lay on his back,
thrusting first his chest and then his hips into the air, while
caressing his bare torso boldly. Stroking his hand slowly up and down
his penis, he raised his legs into the air, and using the toe of one
foot against the heel of the other, he eased his boots off smoothly,
one by one. When they were off, he rose fluidly to his feet and
pulled the zipper of his jeans all the way down. A tantalizing
glimpse of dark, tufty hair appeared, which caused Ryo to smile
wryly because it meant that Dee was not wearing underwear, a sometime
habit of his that Ryo disapproved of. He craned forward, hoping to
catch sight of something more. However, the real prize, the bulging
length of Dee's cock, remained obscured, still held in place by his
hand.

Dee turned around, hips rotating slowly, and let the
jeans fall halfway down the crack of his athletic ass a couple of
times, jerking them up again, before letting them fall even lower the
next time. Then he turned back to face Ryo again and peeled his
denims down over his hips, proudly displaying his erection while
continuing to dance. There was a slight flush to his cheeks and a
sparkle in his eye. His teeth looked very white as he flashed a
confident grin at Ryo.

Ryo sighed and stared at him. "Ah,
Dee," he said. "I can't believe you're mine."

Dee's
flush deepened somewhat, but he never broke eye contact with Ryo as
he sensually pushed his jeans down over the front of his thighs,
finally stepping out of them and kicking them away. He stood straight
and tall with his hands on his hips, a vision of exhibitionistic male
beauty. "Well? Good?"

"Magnificent,"
agreed Ryo, applauding from where he lay on his belly.

"Okay,
baby, time's up. The captain's back on the bridge and he's got a date
with that hot little ass of yours. Let's get you naked." Dee
strode toward the bed, his erection bobbing.

Laughing, Ryo
allowed Dee to undress him, which he did efficiently and
expeditiously. When all of Ryo's clothes right down to his socks had
been removed and tossed onto the floor, Dee lowered his long,
powerful body onto Ryo's, emitting a sensual groan as he felt their
dicks rub against each other. "Finally, finally,"
he breathed, moving against Ryo's maleness. "Gonna fuck you,
Ryo. Gonna fuck you hard for making me wait."

"Yes,"
murmured Ryo, kissing his face. "Yes, do it. But first,
I...I..."

"What?" Dee kissed his mouth, giving
him a little tongue, a little nibble.

"I want to...you
know..."

"Aw, sweetheart, you don't have to,"
Dee said affectionately, correctly guessing what Ryo was most likely
referring to. He knew that sucking dick was not Ryo's favorite thing
at all, but he was touched and grateful that his partner desired to
give him pleasure in that way.

"But I want to," Ryo
replied, and then surprised Dee by adding, "I, um, thought about
it in the shower this morning."

Intrigued, Dee stared at
him. "You did? Really?" His baby was full of surprises
today.

"Yeah." Ryo lowered his eyes.

"I
gotta know. Did you beat off while you were thinking about
it?"

Ryo's eyes flew open. "Wha--? That's none of
your business!"

"Sure it is. See, if you jerked off
in the shower this morning, you've taken some pressure off, which
means you're gonna take a little longer to unload, whereas if you
didn't...well, that means you're not gonna last as long once I get
busy with you. That's valuable intel for the guy who's in charge of
satisfying you." Dee continued to rub his cock against his
lover's. His slit was weeping, and making Ryo's length all
sexy-sticky.

"While I appreciate the fact that you've
taken on the job of satisfying me, what a man does or doesn't do in
the shower is his own business," Ryo said firmly, if a little
breathlessly, rubbing back against Dee.

Dee chuckled against
Ryo's hair. "I'll get you talking dirty yet, you know," he
murmured, reaching under Ryo to grip one of his buttocks and subtly
change the angle of contact between their bodies.

"Don't
hold your bre--" Ryo gasped softly as the tip of Dee's
cock pressed even more insistently against his own, and rode up the
length of it to the sensitive spot under its head.

"Feels
good, huh? Like that?"

Ryo just moaned and moved against
him.

Dee chuckled. "Sweetheart, I appreciate your very
sweet offer, but could I get a raincheck on the blowjob until a
little later?"

"Um...sure," Ryo got out.

"It's
just that I wanna do you face to face, wanna be inside you, ASAP."
He squeezed Ryo's buttock again and looked down into his eyes. "I
love watching your face while you take it, baby."

Ryo
nodded and met his eyes. His heart was beating fast, his penis was
leaking preseminal fluid all over the place, and he felt a hungry
ache of anticipation down below his balls. The most private, personal
part of his anatomy wanted to have a dick shoved up it. He couldn't
believe that a couple of months ago, he had been scared and appalled
at the very thought, whereas now he seemed to have become
addicted.

Ryo ran his hands up and down Dee's body as Dee
reached over to the nightstand to fetch the lube. "Dee, you feel
so good," he whispered.

"I'm all about feeling
good." Dee pushed the nightstand drawer closed and raised
himself up from Ryo's body, the tube of lubricant in his hand. "Now
spread 'em, sweetheart. I want in."

Ryo didn't hesitate.
He wanted Dee in, too. His breath came faster at the cool, slick
touch of the lube, and even though he knew what Dee was about to do,
he still made a little startled sound of surprise when Dee's index
finger abruptly slid into him.

Dee bent his head and licked
Ryo's shaft and balls while he worked that tight, puckered opening
beneath them, adding a second finger, and then a third when the
sphincter muscles stopped resisting him. He continued massaging the
sensitive gland just inside his lover's body, stroking the inner
walls, sliding his fingers in deep and then pulling back to spread
them wider at the entrance. Ryo's dick was as big as he'd ever seen
it, and as hard too, like hot, velvet-covered steel. He recognized
that Ryo was actually getting quite close to coming, so he backed off
on the licking, just giving him an occasional flick of the tongue.
The man beneath him was moaning and panting, close to losing control.
Maybe he hadn't jerked off in the shower, after all.

"Dee,
no more!"

"I agree," muttered Dee, withdrawing
his fingers. He squeezed more lubricant onto his cock, which jerked
pleasurably at his own touch. "Lift your legs up for me...Yeah,
like that. God, you're beautiful."

He mounted Ryo and
nudged his erection against his partner's well-stretched and
well-lubed entrance. "Ready, love?"

Ryo looked up at
him and nodded quickly. He seemed a little anxious, so Dee said,
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

"It...always
hurts a little at the beginning," Ryo admitted. "But after
that, it feels good, really good. Just do it, Dee. Come on."

"All
right, then. Here we go." Dee pushed forward, feeling the
resistance of tight muscle, followed by a slight yielding. It wasn't
total surrender, but it was enough to enable him to shove the head of
his dick inside.

Ryo sucked in his breath sharply as he was
breached, and he closed his eyes tightly, his mouth twisting, as he
forced himself to relax and get used to the intimate invasion of his
body. Before he was quite ready, he felt Dee slide in a little
further. He squeezed Dee's biceps and muttered,
"Wait--agh!--wait..."

"Sorry. I wanted to make
sure I didn't accidentally pop back out." Dee's hands now rested
on the mattress on either side of their joined bodies. "Baby,
don't forget to---"

"Breathe," gasped Ryo,
finishing the sentence for him with just a ghost of a grin. He took a
deep breath through his nose, followed by another. "Thanks for
reminding me. It does...help. Oh God..."

Dee felt some of
the tension go out of Ryo's hands where they were gripping his
arms.

"Better?" he asked.

"Yes. Dee.
It's good. Move. Move, now. Give me more." Ryo's voice was low
and breathy as he issued these demands.

"With pleasure,"
said Dee, who loved receiving such orders. He obeyed immediately,
sinking slowly forward into Ryo's hot, willing channel until he was
buried to the hilt. He was rewarded for this action by a hoarse cry
from Ryo, and he knew it for a sound of excitement, rather than
distress. He ground in a little bit more, before pulling back a
couple of inches and pushing in again. Ryo responded with that same
noise and ran his hands urgently over Dee's chest and shoulders. He
was tight inside, tight and slick from the lubricant, aroused and
receptive, one hundred percent in the moment. Dee knew what his lover
wanted. He wanted friction, he wanted sensation, he wanted to be
fucked hard and deep. He wanted to come with his ass stretched wide
and full of cock.

Dee pumped him slowly at first, long deep
strokes, in and out, watching Ryo's face as his body was filled with
hard dick, over and over. A pink flush lay across those perfect
cheekbones and his half-closed dark eyes glinted up at Dee with a
slightly unfocused look. Ryo panted with effort and excitement,
occasionally making a soft sound of pleasure when the head of Dee's
erection rubbed against that sensitive little nub inside his
body.

Dee held Ryo's legs while leaning down and kissing him
sensually, taking his mouth with the same masterful thoroughness with
which he was taking his ass. Ryo's arms went around him and he
responded eagerly, kissing back with a demanding passion that Dee
interpreted as a need for more rigorous handling. He reluctantly
withdrew from his lover's sweet mouth and bit his neck and shoulder,
not too hard, but hard enough. Ryo bucked under him and cried out his
name.

"Ryo, baby. Jesus, you make me hot," growled
Dee, giving him several hard, fast thrusts, which produced mewling
sounds and a couple of delightful internal spasms. Dee shifted his
knees on the bed, positioning himself for greater stability and then
immediately set to thrusting, fucking Ryo hard, as promised. Luckily
for him, Ryo came spontaneously and noisily after about fifteen
strokes at that tempo, and Dee, who had known he couldn't hold out
long at that pace, followed suit soon after. He held Ryo close to his
chest, his heart hammering out a message of love and desire as his
balls emptied their contents down the length of his shaft and out
into the furthest reaches of Ryo's beloved body.

He stayed
inside him after, his arms wrapped tightly around Ryo as his cock
gradually softened, rocking gently against his lover's male strength.
He closed his eyes at the blissful sensation of Ryo's hand tenderly
stroking his hair, and must have drifted off to sleep, because the
next thing he knew, Ryo was stirring under him and nibbling his
ear.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," said Ryo with a soft
chuckle. "What was that you were saying earlier about how I was
going to need all my strength to keep up with you this
afternoon?"

"Huh?" Dee blinked at him sleepily,
but in the next moment Ryo shifted under him again, and Dee's mind
returned to full alertness at the realization that Ryo's dick was
hard again and was twitching hopefully between their still-sticky
bellies. He reached down between their bodies and took hold of it
before kissing Ryo's cheek.

"Have I ever told you how
much I love you?" he said with a smile.

"Oh, I think
so, maybe once or twice." Ryo was grinning at him. "But you
haven't said it for a couple of days, so I was beginning to think
you'd stopped."

"Never," said Dee fiercely. He
knew his partner was joking, but the very idea that he could ever
stop loving Ryo was absolutely alien to him. "I'll never stop
loving you, no matter what. Even if you break my heart." He
looked away for a moment and then looked back trying to summon up his
usual jaunty smirk. "And by the way, please don't break my
heart, all right?"

Ryo was not fooled by the smirk. He
understood that in spite of the short nap, Dee was still in that
post-sex emotional state that he was frequently subject to, and that
humor was not the best way to handle him at the moment.

"I
won't break your heart," he said softly. "It's mine
and I take care of what's mine."

&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^
&^&

"Officer, would you like a glass of
lemonade?"

Mike turned around to see the old girl staring
earnestly at him through those heavy glasses of hers.

"Yes
ma'am, that's surely most kind of you," he said, producing
another of his casual smiles. "Here, let me give you a
hand."

Overriding her protests, he strode into the
kitchen ahead of her. Once there, he began opening one cupboard after
another, hunting for glasses, and occasionally glancing down the
hallway at the two bedroom doors. One of them was closed.

"Officer,
please...let me do it! I'm perfectly capable, you know."

Well,
and it's not that I'm doubting you, Mrs...?" Mike set a glass on
the arborite counter, followed by another one.

"Mrs.
Wright is my name, sir. And you are...?"

He ignored her
question. "Alan is one lucky man to have you takin' care of
him," he remarked. "Living in a nice place like this, with
lemonade and home cooking, probably." His easy smile was still
in place. A smile and some friendly banter usually smoothed the
way.

"Oh well, I'm afraid I'm not much for cooking
anymore. It's Alan who does most of the cooking now. He's a good boy,
never any trouble." She shook her head sadly. "I just can't
believe someone would do this to him. And a police officer, too! Alan
thinks that race was an issue in this case, and it certainly seems
that way to me, too."

"Well, that's what we want to
find out about, Mrs. Wright. I'll be wanting to take a statement from
him at some point. Did he tell you what happened?" He stepped
around her and opened the fridge. Sure enough, there was a clear
plastic pitcher of lemonade there with lemon rings floating in
it.

"Not much so far. I wasn't able to meet him at the
hospital, and we only talked briefly after he came home because of
the medication he was on. He believes it started out as a case of
mistaken identity. He also believes that the police officer who did
this to him may have been on drugs. Apparently, the man's behavior
was very erratic. Deranged, even. Alan...feels lucky to be alive!"
She looked at him uncertainly after these words left her mouth, as
though she regretted saying so much about one of this man's brothers
in blue.

Mike's smile never faltered, although the muscles
around his eyes seemed to harden for a moment. "Does he,
now?"

"Perhaps you could give me your card,
Officer," she said. "You mentioned that you wanted to leave
it with us. When Alan wakes up, I'll have him call you."

"By
all means, Mrs. Wright." Mike reached into an inside pocket of
his jacket and produced an NYPD business card, which he handed to
her. "Call me anytime."

"Thank you, Officer,"
she said, peering at the card through her thick glasses. "I'll
keep this for Alan."

A sleepy voice called out from one
of the rooms beyond the kitchen. "Who's there, Gram?"

"Ah!
Sounds like he's awake, after all." Mike reached for the pitcher
of lemonade.

"I'll be right there, honey," Mrs.
Wright called back. "It's just a--"

Mike
interrupted her with a firm hand on her arm. "No need to
announce me, ma'am. I'll just whistle in there and introduce
myself!"

"What? But---but---"

In a
flash, Mike had pushed past her and walked purposefully to the door
the voice had come from, the lemonade still in his hand. He thrust
open the door and snapped on the light, revealing a room that was
strewn with musical equipment. The slim black bastard, Mr. Radley,
lay in a single bed in the corner, wincing and shielding his eyes
against the sudden assault of light.

"Hey-ho, me boyo,"
Mike said softly. "Remember me?"

Radley made a
choking sound and his eyes widened in fear, the whites showing all
round the dark irises. He struggled to sit up, and the blankets
fell away, revealing white bandages on his torso.

"Officer!"
called Mrs. Wright anxiously, still in the kitchen. Mike cocked an
ear. She was a slow mover with that walker of hers. He needn't worry
about her. Nonetheless, he shut the door. It didn't seem to have a
lock on it.

"I'll be out in a minute, ma'am," he
called. "Right after my little chat with your boy."

"Gram!"
called Radley hoarsely. "Don't come in here!" To Mike, he
added in a trembling voice, "Don't you hurt my grandmother, you
son of a bitch."

"Big words from a fucked-up
douchebag," scoffed Mike in a low voice, advancing on him.
"You're fucked up, boy. Haven't you noticed? Flat on your back,
you are. Weak. You can't do shit. Not now, not tomorrow, not next
month."

"What the f-fuck do you want?" Radley
was shaking so hard that his headboard was actually bumping lightly
against the wall it was pressed against. He grabbed a pillow and held
it protectively against his injured chest.

Mike flung the
contents of the lemonade pitcher violently in his face. Radley gasped
and sputtered, rubbing frantically at his eyes. His hair was
practically standing on end.

"I want to give you a
friendly warning, boy. They said at the hospital that you've been
spouting some delirious shit about police brutality. Well, you know
what? Me and my friends at the station don't like that at all. We
don't take kindly to biased, unfounded allegations that serve no
purpose but to make us look bad." Mike regarded the terrified
young man through narrowed eyes. "D'ye think you think you can
take on the whole NYPD with that black skin of yours and your police
record? You think you and your sweet, frail little grandma have got a
hope in hell?"

"Alan!" Mrs. Wright's voice was
marginally closer.

"Gram!" Radley shouted. "Go
back to the living room, okay?"

"We're almost done,
Mrs. Wright," added Mike pleasantly.

"Okay, okay, I
get it," Radley said quickly to Mike in a low voice. "I
wasn't gonna make trouble anyway. I'm a low-profile kind of
guy."

"That's good," said Mike, sitting down on
the side of the bed, and reaching for Radley's protective pillow,
"because I wouldn't want to have to come back here again with
some muscle."

Radley desperately tried to maintain his
grasp on the pillow, but failed. He just didn't have the
strength.

"What--what more do you want?" Radley
asked, his voice rising in his fear.

Mike held the pillow
bunched in one fist. "Think of me as a teacher, boy. This is a
lesson that all powerless cockroaches like yourself should learn. No
matter how bad you think it is, it can always get worse."

He
thrust the pillow over the other man's face and pressed him down hard
into the mattress. Then he proceeded to beat him about the body with
the base of the plastic pitcher, paying special attention to his
bandages. The pitcher wouldn't break bones, but it would hurt like
hell, which was his intention. Radley made muffled sounds of pain and
tried feebly to protect himself. When he did, Mike just beat at his
hands and fingers. If the man was some kind of musician, he would
likely want to keep his fingers in good working order.

After a
goodly amount of time had passed, Mike stopped beating Radley and
removed the pillow from the tear-stained face beneath it. A little
trickle of blood ran from Radley's nose, and he gasped for breath,
his chest heaving.

Abernathy leaned over him like a lover,
their faces close together. "Look at me, you piece of shit. Take
a good look. Do I look like a man that it's safe to
cross?"

Radley shook his head rapidly, obviously scared
witless.

Abernathy rose from the bed and pulled the sheets up
over Radley's bandages. A couple of them were showing red stains.

At
that moment, there was a bumping sound at the door, probably the old
woman's walker. The handle turned and the door scraped open across
the carpet. She stood there, eyes wide with fright.

"Alan!
Are you... What... Dear Lord..." She looked as though she might
faint.

Cheeks flushed from exertion, Mike's glittering eyes
swung enigmatically from the frail old lady to the defeated man in
the bed and then back to her. He wasn't entirely sure why, but at the
sight of her, his grip tightened on the handle of the pitcher.
Perhaps it was because he was done here and she was blocking his
exit.

Radley reached a reddened hand to tug piteously at the
hem of Mike's jacket. "Please," he whispered. A tear slid
down his cheek.

Mike shook off the beseeching hand with
contempt. "What do you take me for, boy? Some kind of monster?"
What did the lad think---that he was going to knock the old woman
down?

"Gram...Please move," Radley said. "Let
him go."

She blinked at him in distress for a moment
before his words sank in. "Oh! Yes. Yes, of course." She
and her walker ponderously backed up a few paces, and Abernathy
squeezed past her.

"Thank you both for your cooperation,"
he said solemnly to her. "I'll see myself out."

He
smiled quietly to himself as he walked down the hall of the apartment
building, straightening his tie as he went. There'd be no more
trouble from that quarter, he'd wager a month's wages on that. And if
either Radley or his old granny changed their minds in the future for
any reason, they'd have a wee bit of trouble tracking him down. A
good day's work, all in all.

In Mrs. Wright's apartment,
however, terror and confusion still reigned.

"Let me call
911! You've been hurt-- you need medical attention---I just can't
believe---"

Alan grabbed the phone from his grandmother's
hand. "Gram, I told you, no! It's too dangerous. You don't
understand. If you call 911, the police are bound to show
up."

"Well, I think it's about time we talked to a
real police officer," she said querulously. "That
awful man must have had a fake badge. I'm so sorry, dear. I never
should have let him in..." Her sentence ended in a sob and her
frail shoulders shook for a moment before she managed to get control
of herself. She wanted to be strong for her grandson. She didn't want
him to see her cry, not now when he was in so much pain
himself.

"Gram, he WAS a police officer. I was in his car
the other night. He had a police radio, cherry lights, the whole nine
yards. We can't call the police."

"I think his
commanding officer might like to know---"

"No! They
all stick together, you know that! And who's gonna listen to me? I'm
not an upstanding citizen, as far as the police are concerned. That
bastard knew all about my record, you know."

"Alan,
you wouldn't even have a record if you hadn't had to take a fall for
Tyrone. I still don't understand why you did that."

"Yes
you do, and you know there was no way around it. Tyrone would have
gone to jail, and his old man would've been pissed at me, and I think
HE'S even more scary than the crazy cop."

"Yes, but
it left you with a criminal record that you don't deserve. It's...
it's so unfair."

"Yeah, I know. Life is shitty
sometimes." A wave of weakness swept over him, reminding him of
how much pain he was in. The visit from the cop had totally
overwhelmed the pain-blocking effects of the drugs the hospital had
sent him home with. "Gram, I need my meds."

"Oh,
let me get them for you. Sit. Sit down there. I'll be right back."
She and her walker thumped slowly down the hall to the
bathroom.

When she returned with the bottle of pain pills,
Alan swallowed two of them with a gulp of water from a bottle he kept
by his bed.

"Are you sure you won't reconsider calling
911?"

"Gram, no." Alan sighed and closed his
eyes. They ain't gonna believe us. No witnesses, no evidence. We're
not their favorite color, either. Pretty well every time someone gets
shot by a cop in this city, it's a black man.You know that as well as
I do. Better, in fact." He reached out with a shaky hand and
patted her arm.

"Oh Alan, don't remind me about Bobby.
Your poor mama. Oh dear." She leaned heavily on her walker,
trying not to cry.

"There's nothing we can do, Gram. We
gotta let it go."

"Maybe we could write an anonymous
letter," suggested Mrs. Price hopefully. "Or get ourselves
a good lawyer. It just doesn't sit right with me, you being
victimized in this way."

"We ain't got money for a
lawyer, and a letter would just bring the trouble right back here on
the double. Besides, we don't even know that bastard's name. He never
gave me any information at all. I don't even know what precinct he's
from."

"Oh but, dear, he gave me his card."
Mrs. Price wiped a tear from her eye and fumbled about in the pocket
of her slacks. "I've got it right here."

"He
gave you his card?" Alan stared at her incredulously. The guy
was obviously pretty damn sure of his untouchability if he calmly
handed out his card before terrorizing his victims.

Mrs. Price
found the card and handed it to Alan, who took it eagerly. Finally,
he was going to be able to put a name to the man who had brutalized
him. He wasn't about to tell his grandmother, but he hadn't given up
on the idea of retaliation, not by a long shot. He didn't know how or
when, but he was going to find a way to take this psycho cop down.
Asking Tyrone for help was one possible option, but he didn't know if
he would ever be ready to take that step. He felt safer having Tyrone
in his debt, and he wasn't in a big hurry to dispense with that
particular safety net.

He read the name on the card, quietly
memorizing the information. Detective Randy MacLean of the 27th. He
would remember that name. He didn't think he had ever hated anyone
more in his life.

I'll make sure that you pay for this,
Detective MacLean, he thought to himself. One way or
another, you corrupt son of a bitch.

end of chapter
42

Additional author's notes: Chapter 43 is on my Livejournal
page now.

http://brit-columbia.livejournal.com/
Thanks for reading. Feedback is always appreciated.
- 41
- 42
- 43
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

FAKE First Year Together: A New Day (May)