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The Time For Change Is Now	By : Reika Category: +. to F > FAKE Views: 3033 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Please don�t sue my pants off�they�re all I have. I don�t own this.
A/N: Well, my lovelies�here it is. This chapter is really short, but I wanted to get it up today. There�s still a lot more to come. Thanks to everyone for their support while Mike (my husband) was home, and for sticking with me. Please review�I *need* it. I am *terrified* that I�ve lost something after not writing for two weeks. (Longest I�ve gone since I started.)
Mike left today�and I�ll tell you�we were a *sorry* sight at the airport. Both of us were crying�it was really sad�in that short-bus to school kind of way. It was an odd two weeks, since I hadn�t seen his face in eight months, but we got through it. I�m glad to be back though, and hope this new chapter is up to par. ^.^

Chapter 7��..Can you do it?

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Dee awoke some time later. He was a bit disoriented and had to give himself a moment to remember where it was he had fallen asleep. A movement to his right caught his attention and when he looked over he couldn�t help the smile that graced his lips at the sight of JJ sleeping peacefully, curled next to him. He noticed that the early rays of the sun were just beginning to peak through JJ�s curtains, giving the sky a soft blue-pink glow.
Although he did not wish to disturb the other man, he found himself rather uncomfortable. Stretching as little as possible, he gently lifted himself up into a sitting position. JJ stirred a bit, but did not wake. Dee felt himself yawn, and wiped the sleep from his eyes before scooping the smaller man into his arms and heading for what he presumed to be JJ�s bedroom.
The sight was unexpected. JJ�s room was�decadent, almost. It appeared as though he had taken a great amount of time to decorate the room in which he chose to lay his head every night. He had a sleigh bed, far too large for one person�it was the same size as Ryo�s. He wondered�somewhere�in the back of his brain�if JJ had such a large bed for�entertainment. It bothered him, although minimally, that he seemed to care at all. Before he had gotten to know JJ, the thought of entering the man�s bedroom would have frightened him, as he would have been convinced that there would be pictures of himself strewn about.
There weren�t�except one.
The one picture JJ had of his Sempai � small and in a modest frame beside his bed � was, oddly enough, of Dee with Ryo. It was nothing special, just a candid snapshot of the two partners getting ready to leave the station. Dee had his arm thrown over Ryo�s shoulder, and his usual goofy grin plastered on his face. Dee wondered why JJ chose that picture, but was unwilling to wake him to get his answer�and thus�it would have to wait.
He laid the smaller man down on top of the covers, before scurrying out to the living room and sweeping up the throw quilt the two of them had been using on the couch. As gently as he could, he placed it over him and smiled as JJ screwed his face up a bit in his sleep, wrinkling his nose slightly.
Before Dee could step away, JJ reached his hand out and gripped the hem of Dee�s shirt possessively. Try as he might, Dee was unable to pry the younger man�s fingers from his garment. He slipped out of his shirt, and left it to JJ, who curled up with it immediately. Dee grumbled a bit, but figured he could always get it back later. He put his jacket on and zipped it up, grimacing when the cold metal zipper touched his bare sleep-warm skin.
Looking in once more to make sure JJ was sleeping soundly; he slipped out the door, intent on walking home, despite the chill of the morning. He figured he would find his way back to Drake�s sometime later to get his car.
He finally made it home, his fingers numb and stiff from the cold. Clumsily jamming his hand into his warm pocket, he rooted around for his keys. He kept his head low, sifting through them, until he had found the correct key which would let him into his apartment. When he looked up, and saw a sleeping Ryo at his doorstep he was shocked, at first. The shock, however, quickly gave way to worry.
Dee bent down and shook Ryo gently, calling his name. When he got no response, he shook a bit harder and called Ryo�s name more sternly. The other man stirred, but did not wake. Relieved that Ryo seemed to be okay at least, Dee slapped his cheek without force and Ryo�s eyes shot open. He immediately closed them when the pain in his neck registered. He reached a hand around to rub the knot that he developed at the top of his spine from sleeping upright with his head against Dee�s door. Dee was just about to ask him what he was doing there, but instead opted to get them both inside first. He extended his hand to his former partner to help him to his feet and unlocked the door.
�Come on inside and have some coffee�then you can tell me what you�re doing asleep at my door.�
Ryo nodded and allowed Dee to lead him inside. Once the darker man had satisfactorily put on a pot of coffee, he motioned for Ryo to sit, which he did.
�So you wanna tell me why I come home at 6:30 in the morning to find you sleeping at my door?�
Ryo flushed a bit at the realization that he had been there all night. �I�I needed to talk to you, so I came here�but you weren�t home, obviously. I guess I fell asleep waiting.�
Dee grew worried suddenly. �Why? Is something wrong�is Bikky okay?�
Ryo was surprised at Dee�s concern and waved his hands to try and calm the other man. �No, no�nothing like that�I just�wanted to talk to you.�
�Oh�� Dee checked the coffee�s progress over his shoulder before unzipping his jacket and tossing it aside. Standing shirtless, he looked around for a semi-clean shirt. �So, what did you want to talk about?�
Ryo blinked. �Where�s your shirt?�
Dee turned around and crossed his arms over his chest. �It doesn�t matter. I doubt you came here last night to ask about my clothes.�
Ryo was slightly irritated that Dee had not answered his question, but chose not to pursue it. �I�wanted to apologize�for last night��
�I told you not to worry about it.� Dee�s scowl belied his words.
With a sigh, Ryo stood to pour Dee and himself a cup of coffee. �I know�but bringing Sarah was�insensitive of me.� He paused then, thinking. �Where did you stay last night?�
Dee knew this game, and telling Ryo that he slept at JJ�s was only going to start an argument, or chase the other man away. So instead, he chose to stand his ground. �That doesn�t matter either. Was that all you wanted? To say you�re sorry? Because somehow I doubt you�d wait outside my door for just that��
Ryo groaned inwardly. As daft as he seemed at times, Dee was sharper than most people gave him credit for. �I just wanted to talk to you�I miss�seeing you��
Dee was undeniably happy to hear that Ryo missed him, however, he wasn�t about to get his hopes up, yet again. �Really?�
Ryo blushed. �Yeah, I do.�
A silence fell over them. Dee was unsure how to respond, and Ryo found himself embarrassed that he had admitted missing his former partner. Having already taken the first step, Ryo gathered his courage and moved in a little closer to Dee. �I need to see something.�
Dee quirked a brow and waited for Ryo to continue.
�Would you�kiss me?� Ryo�s felt his eyes drift to the floor, unable to look at Dee after asking such a thing. His gaze snapped upwards, though, when Dee�s arm came up by his head, almost pinning him to the wall.
�I have a better idea.� Dee�s eyes narrowed, he looked�predatory. �Why don�t *you* kiss *me*?�
Ryo felt his cheeks go red as his eyes doubled in size. It was true that he had kissed Dee before�but never on command. All though he was unable to admit it, or maybe even recognize it, the situation had now gone beyond a mere request. To begin with, he had wanted to see how he reacted to Dee�s kiss�and now�somewhere�he *wanted* Dee to kiss him. In spite of all this, however, Ryo felt himself hesitating.
Dee was growing impatient. He grabbed the front of Ryo�s shirt and pulled him forward into a bruising kiss. Ryo, lost in thought and caught off guard, was unresponsive. By the time his brain had figured out what was going on, Dee pushed away roughly. Ryo noted, vaguely, that he had enjoyed it, despite his delayed reaction.
�I thought so. So you come here, ask me to kiss you�but can�t do it yourself? Is this how it�s always gonna be, Ryo? Is it always going to be me kissing you, hoping that you just respond?�
Ryo found himself both hurt and insulted at Dee�s words. �That�s not fair! Do you think just because you snap your fingers and say �now� I�m supposed to just get over everything and dive into your bed?�
Sighing, Dee ran a hand through his hair. �No�not dive, Ryo. But I shouldn�t have to push you��
�Why does it have to be one or the other, Dee? Why do I have to jump, or you have to push me? Why can�t things just go on naturally?�
�Damnit Ryo�things *have* been going naturally. I�m sure you see how far it�s gotten us��
Dee couldn�t help his hurt feelings. For the life of him he just couldn�t figure out why any mention of sex, or anything having to do with it was like kryptonite to Ryo. His partner was a young man in his twenties. He seemed healthy in all other aspects; surely his libido would be the same. Granted, it had been a long while for Dee too�but he was pretty vocal in his displeasure of that fact. He�d made it through�but not without a lot of complaining and trips to the bathroom. Sure Ryo was na�ve, and surely he didn�t have quite the carnal nature Dee, himself, did�but what could be so scary to Ryo that he avoided sex altogether? He was a healthy, red blooded male�
Suddenly a thought occurred to Dee. He knew Ryo was uncomfortable with the fact that they were both men�but it never struck Dee that it could be the root of his problem. He had struggled with wondering what it was that was wrong with him for so long�but what if it really didn�t have to do with him at all?
Dee forced himself to calm a bit before continuing. �Listen, Ryo, I know this isn�t just about me�it�s about you, too. I know there are things you don�t want to admit�not even to yourself.� He saw Ryo�s mouth open, and lifted his hand to cut him off before Ryo had the chance to speak. �If you deny it, you�ll only prove me right. I know you�re confused about me�but you�re even more confused about yourself�obviously. So before you show up here, asking me to kiss you�why don�t you do what I told you to, and figure some things out.�
Ryo�s stung masculinity wanted him to retort that he was *not* confused�but he knew as well as Dee did that it would be a lie. �What about you?�
Dee wanted to tell Ryo that he would be right there, waiting, but then he thought of how oddly liberating his recent period of *not* waiting had been, painful as it was. It could take years for Ryo to be comfortable admitting his sexuality�and Dee just couldn�t find it within himself to promise to wait that long.
�I�don�t know. But this isn�t about me�remember? Don�t think about me�just try to figure out who *you* are�okay?�
Ryo slowly nodded his head. He wanted to say something�anything�but couldn�t find the words. Instead he turned, and draggingly made his way toward the door. Dee held it open for him, leaning against it on one arm, still shirtless. As he passed, Ryo let his gaze wander over the man he still considered his partner. Gingerly, he leaned up and placed a short, chaste kiss to Dee�s lips. Dee was stunned, and happy; but like all the other times, Ryo had kissed him, it was over before it ever really began.
As Ryo strode down the hall, Dee stuck his head out, and called his name. He knew he should stick to his guns�but was unwilling to give up all hope.
�Ryo! If�if I asked you to do that again�could you do it?�
Ryo�s eyes widened before he turned back around, hanging his head. His voice was small, and Dee barely heard it. �Probably not��
With nothing else to say, Dee went back inside. He downed what remained of his coffee, setting the mug down on the counter. He calmly fished the crushed pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, put one to his lips and lit it, inhaling deeply and letting the smoke curl in his lungs. After the first, long drag, he found himself moving back to the mug. He lifted it up and looked at it a moment, not sure what he was trying to see. Without preamble, the mug was hurled across the room. It collided with the door, sending sticky ceramic shards downward, to the floor.
Dee estimated that the severed handle, lying cracked on the floor, probably felt better than he did at that moment.
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TBC
Okay, I know this chapter was *very* short�but I wanted to get *something* posted today. I�ve had a lot of time to think about this story, and a lot more ideas�so there will be *a lot* more, and soon, I promise.
Thanks for waiting for me.
Love and Kisses,
Reika
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