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FAKE
First Year Together: A New Day (May)

Pairing:
Dee/Ryo

Rating:
Chapter seven is NC-17.
Lemon alert! Man-on-man
lovemaking ahead.

Spoilers:
To Volume 7

Timing: Set in
May directly after Book 7 ended

Summary:
Ryo is coming to terms with the changes in his relationship with Dee, as well
as his new sexual identity. Meanwhile, Dee and Ryo are searching for a young
runaway. This story explores homophobic attitudes but is primarily a love story
between two men.

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

Author's
notes: I believe in a strong and
equal Ryo and Dee. Chapter eight
is done and I will be posting it on my Livejournal page either later tonight if
my family miraculously refrains from bugging me and wanting things, or tomorrow
night. Go to
http://brit-columbia.livejournal.com/

Thank you Blue
Simplicity for all the ways you help me.
And thank for letting me steal your line! You know the one.

Happy New Year
to all the people out there who are kind enough to read my work.

A New
Day

Chapter seven

"Well,
that was
illuminating," said Dee sarcastically, as he and Ryo exited questioning
room two.


"It was exactly what I expected," grumbled Ryo. "Urghh, if
I'd just caught that kid..."


"Come on, dude, give yourself a break. An Olympic sprinter couldn't
have caught that kid. I watched him go. I know I couldn't."


"Thanks Dee." Ryo flashed him a small grateful look.
"But I still feel responsible. I have got to start running
again."


"I dunno. That was how you met Meredith. Remember her?"


"Yes. She was very sweet. But apparently, sweet doesn't work
on me. I tend to go for annoying." Ryo gave Dee an arch look
from the corner of his eye.


"Yeah, you just keep going for annoying," Dee shot back.
"'Cause no one does annoying quite like me!"


"No one in this entire building would argue with you there," said
Ryo.


JJ suddenly fell into step beside them. "Argue with what?" he
asked innocently.


Ryo almost rolled his eyes, a bad habit that he was trying not to pick up from
Bikky. At the last second he was able to drag them back and look straight
ahead.


"Nothing," he sighed. "Just a career shoplifter with a
brain that's fried on crack whose principles are too high to allow him to
reveal any real information about a runaway he was sheltering."


"Oh! Well, good luck with that, you guys. Hey, Dee-Sempai!
Drake wanted me to ask you if the blood type on the Lydgate murder was B
positive, because we--"


"How the fuck should I know? Ask Ryo. He's the one who
actually reads the files."


"But I'm--"


"Later, JJ. I need a smoke. Ryo, I'll call you tonight,
okay?"


JJ hurried after Dee, exclaiming happily, "Oh, I'll keep you company up on
the roof, Dee-sempai. And I can fill you in on some stuff that's been
happening around here today..."


This time, Ryo really did roll his eyes as he turned off into the office he
shared with Dee.


Dee's voice could be heard all the way from the end of the hall, shouting
indignantly, "Dammit JJ, get off me! You're crushing my goddamn
cigarettes!"




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

The insistent
ringing of the phone dragged Ryo from slumber. He rolled over groggily
and knocked it off its cradle and onto the floor.

"Shit," he muttered, reaching
for it and scooping it off his slippers. "Hello?"

"Dude, it's
me. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah,
just sleeping, that's all," sighed Ryo.

"Sorry about
waking you up, and all," said Dee, "but isn't it almost
dinnertime?"

Ryo peered at the
clock. "Six-fifteen. I guess it is. I wonder why Bikky
didn't wake me up?"

As if in answer to
this question, there was a knock on the door. "Ryo? You
awake?"

"There he
is," Ryo informed Dee. "Yes, Bikky! Come on in if you
want."

"What's for
dinner?" Dee asked.

"I have no
idea," said Ryo, rolling onto his back and covering his eyes with his free
arm.

"What's for
dinner?" Bikky asked. "I'm hungry."

Ryo groaned.
He was getting dinner demands in stereo.

"Are you tired,
baby?" Dee's voice spoke softly into Ryo's ear.

"Yeah,"
Ryo sighed. "Beyond tired."

"How about I
show up in 15 minutes with Chinese?"

"Huh? How can
you get it and then get here in only 15 minutes?"

"Because I'm
paying the man now, and I'm only 15 minutes away from you," Dee chuckled.

"If that's that
idiot Dee, tell him not to come over! It's bad enough that I'm grounded,
without I gotta be stuck in this apartment with him all evening!"

"He's bringing
Chinese," Ryo informed him.

"Oh.
Well, tell him to get extra dumplings then."

"Dee, did you
--?"

"Yeah I heard
that. Tell the brat not to worry. It's all taken care of.
I'll be right there."

"Thanks, Dee.
Bye."


&^&^&^&^&

"Bikky, don't
wipe your hands on your pants. Use a napkin," Ryo said, passing him
one.

The boy used it to
give his hands a cursory wipe, and then stood up, still chewing.

"Where are you
going?" Ryo asked in surprise.

"My room.
I'm sure the perv's gonna be jumping you any minute now, and I'd just as soon
not be here when that crap starts. I've got homework, anyway."

He turned away, but
Ryo stopped him. "Bikky, Dee brought us dinner," he said
meaningfully.

"Yeah, but that
was just a ploy to --"

"Bikky!"

"Oh all
right. Thanks for dinner, perv."

"You're
welcome, dork."


Once Bikky was gone, Dee and Ryo unconsciously relaxed, each for his own
reasons. Dee got up off the floor where he'd been sitting at the coffee
table, and settled himself at the other end of the sofa from Ryo. Just
for a moment, Ryo seemed to look uncomfortable, so Dee opted to keep his
distance for the time being. Leaning back comfortably against the arm of
the sofa, trying to keep his knees up and his feet more or less off Ryo, he
talked about Eddie, who had turned out to have a string of warrants out for his
arrest, mostly for misdemeanors and failures to appear.

Eddie hadn't
surrendered much about Thomas Abernathy, even after Dee and Ryo had both
intimated that things would go easier on him on the shoplifting charge if he
gave them something about the kid they were looking for. His refusal to
cooperate appeared to stem from a genuine desire to protect Thomas�
privacy. The only real information
they had gotten out of him was that he'd seen bruises on the backs of Thomas'
legs.

"Someone at
home must be whaling on him," Eddie had added, and then refused to say
more, even when Dee had tempted him with the offer of a cigarette. Dee had looked at him a little
differently after that.
Unfortunately, Thomas Abernathy was just as gone today as he had been
yesterday, and they still had to face the Chief tomorrow about their failure to
catch his friend's son today.

A slower eater than
either Dee or Bikky, Ryo used his chopsticks to poke at a few bits of food
still left on his plate, glancing up at Dee every so often. He noticed
that Dee was watching him through heavy strands of his glossy black hair.
Usually by evening, and on stressful or hot days, a lot earlier, Dee's hair gel
or mousse had given up the fight and surrendered to the inherent unruliness of
the hair it had been asked to control. Ryo smiled to himself a little, as
he considered that Dee's hair was just a reflection of his personality:
generous, unwilling to accept authority, a little bit wild but somehow always
with a style of its own, and sexy as hell. Did I just think that? Ryo had surprised himself. But, it's
true. Dee IS sexy, he
thought. And unfortunately he knows it! He willed his cheeks not to get warm, but they
must have, because his partner suddenly nudged him with one foot.

"Hey.
What are you looking at? And more importantly, what are you thinking
about?"

"I was just
thinking that these leftovers ought to go in the fridge," remarked Ryo,
hastily standing up and starting to gather up containers.

"Heh, sure you
were. Hey, can you bring me something to drink when you come back in
here?"

"Certainly, hot
or cold?"

"Whatever
you're having is fine."

Ryo came back a few
minutes later with a damp cloth and wiped down the coffee table. Dee
tried to convince him that he'd missed a spot in a half-hearted effort to lure
him close, but Ryo just gave him a knowing look and returned to the kitchen.

Dee waited
patiently. He very much wanted to get his hands and mouth on Ryo's body,
to arouse him, and make him beg for it again, like he had a few days ago.
He could sense that his lover wanted exactly the same thing, but was feeling
self-conscious about doing anything with Bikky in the apartment. This
situation would need careful managing, and Dee knew he would need all his powers
of observation and seduction. He reasoned that eventually they would have
to make love when Bikky was at home. With the amount of time that kid
spent grounded, sex was likely to be a very rare activity if it could only take
place when he was out. He was pretty sure Bikky's desire not to hear any
noises of a sexual nature coming out of his guardian's bedroom were just as
strong as Ryo's desire not to be heard. He would lay odds that the kid
was in his room with headphones clamped to his ears already, in anticipation of
what he had pretty much said he expected them to be doing.

"Hey, dude,
what's taking so long?" Dee called out.

"Tea's almost
ready," Ryo called back. "Where do you think we should look for that
Abernathy kid tomorrow?"

"I thought we
could check out Central Park. It's possible he could be sleeping outside
down there."

"You think
so? It's still pretty cold at night, and I don't think this boy has ever
had to sleep rough before. Unless you count sleeping at
Eddie's 'pad'."

"Well, we could
try the shelters again. But I personally think he's not gonna go to one
of them unless he's ready to be found. What time is our appointment with
his parents again?"

"Four p.m., mom
only. Dad's at work, on second shift, like us. We'll pop over and
talk to him after we see her."

"Oooh, that's
right, we don't have to get up early tomorrow." Dee raised his
eyebrows suggestively at Ryo, who was setting two mugs of tea down on the
coffee table.

"Uhm...yeah,
that's true," agreed Ryo.

"We can stay up
a little later if we want," said Dee. "Or we could go to bed
early and I could finally show you what comes after a starter massage..."

"Are you going
to drink your tea, or what?"

"Well, not
right this minute. It's kinda hot, you know? And I might burn this
talented tongue of mine, which would be disastrous for both of us!"

Ryo couldn't help
smiling at Dee's cocky confidence. "But the point is, would it be a
little quieter around here?" he asked. "Just drink it
carefully."

"Hey, who's
supposed to be the smartass here, me or you?"

"Bikky,
probably," smiled Ryo.

"Do you think
maybe I should 'blow' on it? Like this?" Dee asked. His words were
innocent, but his voice was seductive.

"You do
whatever you have to do." But Ryo couldn't resist looking.

"I usually do,
buddy." He grinned. He knew he could make Ryo look at his mouth again if
he blew on his tea some more. Overt flirting and remarks heavy with
sexual innuendo had never worked this well on his partner before. Prior
to the consummation of their relationship, Ryo had exhibited extraordinary
willpower, which had been bolstered by fear and denial. Now, however,
this new sexually-awakened Ryo seemed not to have anywhere near as much power
to resist. Dee imagined himself as a fisherman who had hooked his fish
and was now slowly reeling it in.

He took a tentative
sip of his tea, and grimaced. "Don't tell me this is
chamomile!"

"Well, I
thought we'd both had enough coffee for one day, and chamomile would help us
sleep."

"Sleep!
Don't you go falling asleep on me this time, Ryo."

"What do you
mean 'this time'? You act like I'm always falling asleep or something,
when YOU'RE actually the one..."

In his bedroom,
Bikky cautiously lifted one headphone from his ear and took a listen. All
he was able to hear was the sound of them bickering in the living room.
He sighed in relief. Business as usual. They weren't on the train
to icksville. Well, not yet, anyway. Better put the headphones back
on though, just in case.

Back in the living
room, Dee was staring at his mug. "Oh shit!" He
exclaimed.

"Dee, I don't
see why you're making such a fuss about chamomile," snapped Ryo irritably.
"Your exact words, as I recall, were, 'Whatever you're having is
fine'."

"No, it's not
that. It's the mug. I promised I'd replace your mug today, but then
we got sidetracked by Eddie and the runaway kid...Damn! Sorry about
that."

"It's not a big
deal, really."

"Hey, I know,
let's go back to that same store before our shift starts tomorrow.
Bridget will be convinced that it's just an excuse for you to see her again,
and she'll try and eat you for lunch."

"Dee!"

"Well, you
gotta admit she's a hot chick. And she clearly thinks you got it going
on."

Dee's tone was light
and teasing, but Ryo had known him long enough, and had seen him question
enough suspects to recognize when he was trying to ferret out information.

"Yes," he
agreed. "She certainly was pretty. But she's a little late,
don't you think?" He smiled at Dee, who somehow managed to exude
relief without moving a muscle. "Besides," he added.
"The main reason we're not going back to that store is the ridiculous
price of their mugs. $24.99!" He shook his head in disbelief.

"Hey, nothing
but the best for my baby."

"Your baby
would be perfectly happy with a ten-dollar mug, or even five. It's time
you learned how to save money. Mother's right, you know, it's way
overdue."

Dee was pleased with
the way this conversation was going. First Ryo had as much as said he
wasn't interested in attractive women. Then he had made a bid to get Dee
to change his saving habits, which meant he hopefully had a long-term
interest. The fact that he had brought it up or backed Mother up on it
several times in the past meant nothing. Everything Ryo said or did had
special significance now. Now if only he could get over this nagging
little feeling that it was all going to go sideways on him, that somehow his
newfound happiness with Ryo was about to be snatched away, he would be able to
relax.

"Well, we all
know you're the great master when it comes to saving money. It's almost
like magic the way you do that. Would you consider accepting me as your
humble disciple?"

"You?
Humble?" Ryo snorted.

"Hey, whaddaya
mean by that? I can do 'humble'."

"Yeah, that's
exactly the problem."

"Aww, c'mon,
dude! We both know I'm not likely to listen to anyone else. You're
the only one who can help me here. Before it's too late, I mean."

"Well..."
Ryo's face was changing color again, which Dee had always found absolutely
fascinating. "I suppose there are things we could both teach each
other." His eyes, which had hitherto been jumping away from Dee's now met
his with steady courage. This was another thing Dee loved about
Ryo. He was such a big scaredy-cat about sexual and emotional topics, but
whenever he wasn't confused, he was capable of facing his fears and taking
risks. Dee knew, he truly knew, how much each of these small risks cost
Ryo.

The fish had just
jumped into his boat. But he didn't care. That wasn't the point.
He scooted closer, fighting a powerful need to seize Ryo in his arms and devour
him, to somehow become one with him.

"Is there
anything in particular you'd like me to teach you?" His face hovered
close to Ryo's and, as always, he was already starting to become intoxicated by
the other man's nearness, his sweet breath, the smell of his hair and skin.

Ryo blushed deeper
and didn't answer right away. Dee nuzzled him and prompted,
"Mm?"

"W-well, maybe
one or two things," he finally said.


"Oh? Like what?" There was a smile, a bit of a purr
actually, in Dee's voice.

"Oh, just...you
know, sex things..." mumbled Ryo.

"Sex
things! My specialty. But let's get a little more specific.
Which" -- Dee picked up Ryo's hand and sank his teeth gently into the side
of his palm--" 'sex thing' would you like to learn first?"

Ryo panicked and
tried to squirm away, but Dee pulled him back.   "Oh no sexy,
you're not going anywhere. Not till you tell me what you'd like to
learn." He bent his head to Ryo's and kissed him, once, twice, with
just a hint of tongue.

"Dee,
I...I...don't ask me right now, please." His eyes were twin obsidian
pools that were somehow full of light. "I feel--I don't..."

Courage had fled and
confusion had returned. Dee knew it was time to fall back on action.

"Sshh,
baby. You don't have say anything. Just let me love you."

Another kiss, a long
one that produced soft gasps and a different kind of squirming from the
escape-oriented kind. Dee's left hand was busy slowly pulling Ryo's
tucked-in shirt out of his jeans, one tug at a time. Yes, he had learned
that slow was still the way to go with his skittish Ryo, at least until he got
him past the point of no return. Dee broke the kiss and began to gently nibble
and suck his way along his lover's jaw and down the side of his neck to his
shoulder. Once there, he gave him a good bite, a little bit rough. Ryo was well
protected by muscle there, and Dee knew from experience that it was a sensitive
area for him. Ryo responded by shivering and shuddering, and a hoarse cry
broke out of him. Suddenly, he realized what he'd done, and clamped a
hand over his mouth, staring up at Dee in alarm.

Dee got off the sofa
and said, "Come on, let's move this into the bedroom."

"But, what
about Bikky...I don't want him to..."

"So, we'll be
real quiet. And we'll put the radio on. Come on, the brat could be
out here any minute and catch you with that look on your face."

Ryo put a hand to
his heated face. "What look?"

"Three guesses,
dude. Want me to spell it out for you?" Dee pulled his partner
to his feet and started guiding him gently out of the living room.
Outside the bedroom door, Ryo hesitated, his eyes flickering anxiously toward
Bikky's closed door. "Maybe we should wait until tomorrow," he
suggested in an anxious whisper, "when he's at school."

"We'll be
quiet," repeated Dee firmly, aware that he was lying through his teeth.
After all, Ryo had been anything but quiet during their previous encounters.
Ryo nodded and allowed Dee to draw him into the bedroom. Once there, one
look at the bed and then at Dee brought back a rush of memories. He
recalled how excited he had been the last couple of times he had been in here
with Dee, and what pleasure his vibrant, passionate lover had given him.
At that moment, Ryo knew he was a goner. Bikky wasn't entirely out of his
mind, but he had been pushed to the furthest reaches of it by his need for
Dee. He locked the door, and turned back to his partner, who was
one-handedly unbuttoning his own shirt. There was a prominent bulge in
the front of the younger man's jeans, which immediately sent Ryo's focus down
to his own stiffening erection. He started to undo the buttons of his
denim shirt, but Dee reached out and stopped him. Ryo looked down at Dee's
powerful hands as they undressed and caressed him. It was still a little
strange for him to see a man's hands, instead of a woman's, on his body.
But it was exciting. And it felt so amazing. Ryo observed that not only was Dee
trembling slightly, but he was also struggling to control his breathing, which
had become heavier since they had entered this room. Ryo's apprehension
about Bikky faded still further as he processed the information that his
handsome lover was in a wild state of desire for him, and was trying not to let
him see the full extent of it.

A brief urge to take
control of the situation, to tease and torment Dee until he was begging for
release rose up in Ryo, but was quickly driven down by uncertainty. He
wasn't sure exactly how to achieve that condition in his lover, and he didn't
want to embarrass himself. Best to let Dee take the lead for now, which
he was doing very ably anyway.

Dee was now sliding
his shirt off his shoulders. Ryo helpfully shrugged his arms out of
it. Both men were naked from the waist up, and when Ryo let Dee pull him
into his arms, they both reacted to that first thrilling shock of skin on skin.

For Dee, the
sensation of Ryo's willing body pressing up against his, and the feel of his
partner's hands roaming hesitantly over his back and shoulders, gripping and
squeezing his biceps, was heaven. It was what he had wanted for so long.
He was so in love with this beautiful, sexy, soft-hearted man in his
arms. He had been in love before, but not like this. He had never
even imagined it could be like this.

Dee was kissing
Ryo's hair, ear, and neck with such demanding tenderness that Ryo almost forgot
about the music. He reluctantly moved his head back so he could look at Dee.

"What about the
radio?"

Dee stepped backwards
towards the bed, pulling Ryo with him. "I know just the thing," he
said softly, flipping open a jewel case and inserting a CD into the small
bedside stereo, all while keeping one hand on Ryo.

Ryo climbed onto the
bed as new age strings filled the air around them. "Is this okay?"
Dee asked.

"It'll
do. But turn it up a bit, will you?" Ryo lay down next to
where Dee was sitting.

Dee did, and turned
back to Ryo. "I love you, baby," he whispered, and kissed him before
Ryo had a chance to reply. Dee poured so much love, passion, and skill
into that kiss that the room spun round for Ryo and he was glad he was lying
down.

When their lips
parted, Dee quickly stood up and removed his jeans. Ryo followed suit
after a moment of self-consciousness. He folded his jeans, not quite
ready to look at Dee, and tossed them onto a chair near the bed.

He turned back to
find his lover advancing on him, eyes intently staring into his as if he were
looking deep into Ryo's very soul. Even now, after so much had changed
between them, Ryo still found it disconcerting. Then the green gaze was
gone, and Dee's long body was stretched out on top of his, his hands reaching
for Ryo's and entwining their fingers together.   As Dee's heart
thumped heavily against his, Ryo freed one hand and traced his fingertips
lightly down Dee's sides, and paused at the other man's hips. Ryo could
feel by the extremely hard and throbbing state of Dee's member that he wasn't
likely to last long, but he also knew from their previous lovemaking sessions
that Dee had a quick recovery time.
Ryo, who was not at the same level of arousal as his partner, felt he
wanted to take care of Dee first, and then slow things down. He turned
his face toward Dee's, and kissed him almost aggressively, lifting his head up
off the pillow to gain more control, more access to the other man's mouth.
Dee's body was moving sensually and urgently against his -- Ryo could feel
Dee's erect cock sliding against his thigh in a silky, wet patch of its own
precum. He could feel how excited his lover was, and yet he knew Dee
would do his best to put his own pleasure on hold in order to make Ryo come
first. His right hand slid down the curve of Dee's back until it reached
the swell of his lover's buttock. Ryo gave it a squeeze and then pulled
it against him, so that Dee's slippery erection rubbed a little harder against
his body. Dee gasped in pleasure and surprise. Ryo repeated the
action several times until Dee tried pulling away.



           "Stop
that," he half-laughed, his voice breathless. "If you keep that
up, it'll all be over before we start."

"No it
won't," Ryo murmured, "Because it only takes one or two kisses to
bring you back to life." He continued his rhythmic pressure on Dee's
buttock and moved his own hip against Dee's erection from underneath.



"Ohhh, you noticed that about me,
did you? No really, babe, better stop."



"Don't want
to," whispered Ryo, kissing Dee again and pressing the tip of his tongue
against his lover's. He enjoyed making Dee moan into his mouth like that.



"Stop it, Ryo,
I don't want to come just yet..." He moved off Ryo and onto his
side. For a moment, Ryo didn't know what he should do, but then he
followed his instincts, which told him to also roll onto his side, facing
Dee. Their erections bumped against each other.


"But, what if I want you to, Dee?"


"Huh?....You want me to...what?"


"You know," Ryo ducked his head a little. "Come."


"You want me to come?" There was wonder and considerable excitement
in Dee's voice.


"Yes. Now...and later...again."


"Are you going to make me come? Or..." -- Dee was grinding his
erection against Ryo's-- "...do you want to watch me make myself
come?"

When Dee talked
about sex like this, it turned Ryo on and made his inhibitions drop just a
little. Not that he was ever planning to admit it.

"I want to do
it," he whispered.

Dee's breath gusted
gently against his hair and his temple, as his lover nuzzled him in both
places. "How do you want me to come?" he asked Ryo quietly.


When Ryo was silent, Dee tried again. "Would you feel comfortable
sucking me?"


"Yes," said Ryo, still not looking at Dee. "I could probably use
the practice anyway," he added. But he didn't move, because he
suddenly felt embarrassed and nervous about his lack of experience.


Dee, to his credit, understood exactly how Ryo was feeling. No one knows you
better than I do, baby, he thought affectionately. "I love the
way you suck me,� he said, and added,
�Do you want to choose the position?"


"No. You choose it."


"Okay, let's do one we haven't done yet. You kneeling on the floor, and me
sitting on the bed." Dee gave Ryo a gentle push to get him moving.


Ryo got down on the floor, feeling momentarily bereft as he broke contact with
Dee's warm body. But when Dee sat up and swung his legs over the side of
the bed, he bent forward and reached for Ryo. They hugged and caressed
each other in that position, Ryo's face pressed against Dee's stomach, his face
almost in contact with... A part of Ryo still couldn't quite believe he was
about to suck a man's cock. But not just any man, he told himself. The man I love more than
anything on this earth. And it's not like I haven't done this
before. I've done it twice. This is the third time, now.


Recalling his own past sexual
experiences where he had been on the receiving end of this particular service,
Ryo began by licking Dee's shaft. The licking was the easy part. He
could do that almost with confidence. He licked it up and down, front and
sides, and made the executive decision to move lower and lick Dee's sac and
balls instead. Dee sucked his breath in sharply; he liked that. Ryo
suddenly remembered that Dee had reacted this way once before. He filed
that away in the back of his mind for future reference. After licking for
as long as he dared, he knew it was time to move on to the more difficult part
– taking the head and the shaft into his mouth, as deeply as he could,
and giving his lover pleasure if possible, without scratching him with his
teeth. Oh, and without gagging, of course. He remembered how he had
gagged the last two times. He was determined not to this time.


He opened his mouth to Dee's cock, and took in just the head, moving his tongue
all over it, paying special attention to the sensitive spot on the underside.
He had found that it really helped that he had the same equipment as Dee.
It was not wholly unfamiliar to him, after all. He knew how a blowjob should
feel, even if he didn't really know how to perform one.


If Ryo couldn't believe that he was actually sucking a cock, Dee was also
having trouble believing that it was Ryo kneeling between his legs, Ryo's warm,
wet mouth that was encasing his sex. After all, hadn't he jerked off to
this particular fantasy at least a hundred times? He caressed his lover's
hair, pushing it back out of his eyes.

"Ryo,
sweetheart, don't stop...That feels so fucking good.... Ahhhhhhh! Do that
again! Take me in deep again...Mmmmhh... Shit, baby, you're a
natural."


Ryo attempted to take Dee as far in as the back of his throat several more
times, but was forced to stop when it triggered his gag reflex. He moved
his head up and down over the top two inches of Dee's cock, and then had the
idea to jack the base with his left hand. That worked like a charm,
because suddenly Dee was groaning and thrusting upward into Ryo's hand and
mouth. Another thirty seconds of that, and Dee was issuing a warning.

"Watch out,
Ryo, I'm--I'm--"

Ryo knew very well
what was about to happen. The first two times he had done this, he had
chickened out about letting Dee shoot in his mouth. This time he decided
to keep his mouth in place. The first jet caught him on the back of his
throat and totally filled his mouth with hot, musky liquid. It caused him
to panic a little because there was so much of it and he wasn't sure whether he
intended to swallow it or not. He pulled his head up off Dee's erection,
leaving his hand around it, and the second jet hit him in the face. He
closed his eyes, hesitated, and swallowed what was in his mouth. A third,
smaller jet splashed across his lips. It was kind of overwhelming.
He didn't know if he liked swallowing semen and having it all over his face.


"Ryo, look at me. That was fucking amazing," Dee gasped.
"C'mon look at me; I wanna see your face. Aww, dude, you're a
mess. An incredibly sexy mess. No, no, don't wipe it off yet.
Just let me look at you for a moment, with my come all over your face.
God you're sexy. C'mere, come on up here with me." He pulled
his partner up onto the bed and wiped his beautiful face with a corner of the
sheet. "You swallowed some, didn't you?"


Ryo nodded.


"Did it freak you out?"


"Just a bit."


"Did it gross you out?"


"No," said Ryo. "But I don't know if I like the taste."


"Well you don't have to swallow it next time, you know. Lots of
people don't."


"But you do," said Ryo softly


"Yeah, I do," murmured Dee, bending his head to kiss Ryo's lips.


"Then I will," whispered Ryo.


Dee uttered a low moan and kissed him deeply, sliding his tongue into Ryo's
mouth to taste the evidence of his own passion. It was there, tasting of
sex, tasting male, tasting like the bottomless desire he had for the man
beneath him. He kissed him again and then held his lover for a few moments,
eyes tightly closed, lips moving silently against that tousled chestnut hair.
But not for too long, because Ryo was still hard, well semi-hard anyway, and no
doubt waiting patiently for his turn. Dee knew what he wanted to do, which was
to work Ryo into a state of incoherent excitement, and then bury himself inside
his lover's hot, tight channel. Raising his weight off Ryo, Dee went to
fish out the tube of lubricant from Ryo's nightstand. It took him a minute or
two to find it, because Ryo seemed to have buried it at the very bottom of the
drawer, with his journal, some letters, his glasses, and a packet of tissues on
top of it.

Recognizing his
intention, Ryo's hand came out and stopped him. "I'm still a little
tender down there," he said. "And Bikky's on the other side of
the wall."


"You just sucked my dick with Bikky on the other side of the wall,"
Dee reminded him. "What's the difference?"


"There's a big difference," said Ryo, rather primly.
"Besides, I really am sore. We did it almost every day for 5 days,
remember?"

"That
was two whole days ago!"


"Yeah, only two days.
Dee! What are you doing? Put that lubricant back. I told you I
don't want to do that right now."


"Just a finger," said Dee. "I promise I won't stick
anything else up there unless you change your mind and want me to, okay? Just
one finger to make things interesting for you while I blow you." He
grinned as he rubbed lubricant up and down the crack of Ryo's ass.


Ryo stared, mesmerized, as Dee's hand came back up and the other hand squeezed
some more lube onto the first hand's fingers. Then the hand went back
down again, and Ryo unconsciously opened his legs and closed his eyes.
Suddenly Dee's finger was penetrating him, pushing inside him, aggravating his
soreness just a little. But the next minute, Dee's mouth descended onto
his penis, the finger wiggled a little deeper and found that special place, and
Ryo let out a gasp and opened his eyes wide. It felt incredible. What Dee was
doing was an electric combination, and definitely a new experience for
him. Unable to stop himself, he began moaning softly. Dee's head
rose briefly off Ryo's erection, and grinning, he reached forward past his
lover and turned up the sound on the stereo with his free hand.

Dee made it last a
long time. He wanted to blow Ryo's mind while he did the same thing with
his dick, and firmly establish himself as the best purveyor of sexual pleasure
that his beloved had ever had. Above all, he wanted to hear Ryo say
'please'. After two and a half years of being pushed away, he reveled in
the feeling of finally being desired, perhaps even needed.

The moment finally
came when Ryo couldn't take it anymore. He raised himself on his elbows
and looked at Dee with such an imploring expression on his face, that Dee took
pity on him.

"Dee,
please..." he said in a low urgent voice. "Finish me... I need
you to... N-now!"

Dee nodded and
applied the full flow of his considerable talent in this area to fulfilling his
lover's request. Ryo had been trying to keep the noise down, but in the
crucial moments before his release, he was a man out of control. A series
of three escalating cries were torn from him as he felt Dee's throat muscles
purposefully contracting around his erection. Dee let the first two jets
go right into his throat, but he pulled back for the third one and any
remaining dribbles so that he could feel them splash across his tongue.
He loved the taste and texture of Ryo's ejaculate and wanted to feel it in his
mouth.

His hand had been
busy pumping his own cock for the last few minutes, and now he needed to climax
again, himself. He straddled Ryo's limp, sated body and looked down at
the other man's beautiful flushed cheeks and dazed eyes.



"Watch me,
Ryo," he said. "Watch me come just from looking at the sexiest
human being alive. That's you, baby."



Ryo did, his eyes
traveling up and down Dee from his face to his steadily moving hand. Dee
jerked his own penis with no trace of the self-consciousness Ryo would have
felt in his stead. The sexual tension evident in his face and body was
fascinating to Ryo, and exciting too. He caressed Dee's spread thighs
with both hands and thought how incredibly handsome Dee was. Dee's
prominent abdominal muscles tightened, along with those of his chest and arms
as he began to approach orgasm. The tempo of his movements increased, and
the rapid breaths he was taking got heavier.   Those breaths almost
imperceptibly changed to soft moans, which continued until Dee suddenly gasped
out Ryo's name and let fly. To Ryo, it seemed as though the long stream
of Dee's ejaculate hung suspended in the air between them for a moment frozen
in time before falling in hot, wet threads across Ryo's chest and throat.
Another one landed on his stomach. Dee's hand continued to move, but much
slower now, squeezing the last drops out of the tip of his penis.

Their eyes met
sensuously, as Ryo's right hand left Dee's thigh and traced lightly, slowly,
through the warm, wet trail Dee had left on his body. His hand continued
to his mouth, and when his pink tongue appeared and slowly licked the tips of
his fingers, Dee understood what his lover was telling him. It was the
single, sexiest thing he had so far seen Ryo do, and it hinted at still
untapped depths of what Dee instinctively knew was a highly passionate nature.


"Ryo... My love..." he whispered and abruptly lowered himself down
onto his partner, heedless of the sticky, wet seed that still covered him, and
was now all over both of them. Ryo emitted a half-hearted protest, and
tried to push him away, but then he sighed and his arms went around Dee
affectionately. Dee held Ryo tightly, savouring the moment, praying that
it would always be this way between them.

For some time
afterwards, the two men lay in each other's arms in a sated haze. Ryo
felt sleepy and relaxed. He wanted to get up and have a shower, but he
didn't want to leave Dee. Just then, he heard the toilet flush, and that
reminded him of Bikky.

"Hey, do you
think he heard us?" he asked Dee.

"Nah," his
partner replied reassuringly. "He saw the writing on the wall at
dinnertime. You can bet his headphones haven't left his ears since."

"Well, I hope
you're right," said Ryo a little doubtfully. He was blushing.
Even in the darkness, Dee knew it, because Ryo's face was pressed against his
chest, and he could feel it getting warm.

"We had our own
music, too," Dee reminded him.

"Yeah, and what
made you choose Aunt Elena�s relaxation CD?" Ryo complained.

"That's
not relaxation music, it's sex music. I'm just glad we finally got some mileage
out of that sucker. Come on, don't you think it was perfect?"

"Yes, it
was," Ryo admitted. "But now I can never use it for relaxation
again, because every time I hear it I'll think of sex."


Dee laughed softly. "Come on, dude, like that'd be a bad thing! You
don't need a relaxation CD anyway, now that you've got me!"

As if on cue, the
music stopped.

"See?" Dee
added.

Ryo raised his head
and looked at his grinning partner. "Oh Dee, I do love you," he said.

Dee's grin
disappeared and his eyes softened. "I love you, too," he said
simply. "More than you know."



Ryo moved forward
and kissed him tenderly, and as he did, he felt Dee's penis stir underneath
him. He broke the kiss and stared at Dee in surprise. "What, twice
wasn�t enough?" he demanded.

"What can I
say? He responds to love! C'mere, you sexy thing..."

A little while
later, Ryo spoke, his voice low and breathy. "Dee. Hit play.
"

%^%^%^%^%^%^%^%^%

Not long after after
one a.m., Dee was roused from sleep by the sound of someone tiptoeing past the
bedroom door. There was something inherently stealthy about that sound,
which aroused his cop instincts, and brought him suddenly fully alert. It
had to be Bikky and he had to be up to no good. Dee extricated himself
from Ryo as carefully and as quickly as possible. If the kid was on his
way out, he'd best catch him before he made it out the door and down the
stairs. Once his feet were on the floor, he cast about for something to wear,
and found his jeans. He knew they were his and not Ryo's because unlike
him, Ryo never threw his jeans on the floor, even if he had a hard-on and a
willing partner. As he opened the bedroom door, he heard the front door click
quietly closed. He hurried after the departing Bikky, and exited the apartment
just in time to see the brat, fully clothed and with his rollerblades slung
over his shoulder, starting down the stairs.

"Yo," said
Dee softly, and pulled the apartment door shut behind him, to prevent any noise
from waking Ryo.


      Bikky
started and stared back at Dee in dismay.

"Aren't you
supposed to be grounded?"

Bikky looked at his
feet. "I gotta go fight someone."

           "You
gotta, or you wanna?"

"Both.
It's a matter of honour."

Dee recognized the
look on Bikky's face. "Oh, something to do with Carol?" he asked.

"N-- Something
like that." Bikky looked away.

"You wanna talk
about it?"

"Fuck, no. Just
lemme go do it. Or school's gonna be impossible tomorrow."

"Are you in
trouble?"

"Nah. It's just
a smartass loudmouth a couple of years older than me. He doesn't know it,
but I can take him."

Dee looked at Bikky
thoughtfully for a moment. He knew what he should do as a responsible
adult and as the co-parent that he secretly saw himself as, but he also
understood what he thought Bikky was up against, better than most people would.

"Go," he
said. "But don't hang around when you're done. Get back here ASAP.
And don't damage the other guy too much. Remember, you're going for
respect, not injuries that could bring parental involvement. If you get
brought back here by any of our brothers in blue, you're on your own with
explaining that to Ryo. As far as I'm concerned, this conversation never
happened. Got it?"

"Thanks,
man," Bikky gave him a brief grin of surprised relief before turning and
running softly down the stairs.



Dee let himself
quietly back into the apartment, wondering if he had done the right
thing. Ryo would probably never forgive him if anything happened to
Bikky. But his gut told him that Bikky had more than his fair share of
street smarts and could take care of himself.


                                 ~~ End
of chapter seven~~
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