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Slave
to a Gladiator

By
Brit Columbia

Chapter
Eight

Fandom: Fake

Pairing: Dee and Ryo

Rating: Teen. The naughtiness is over for now.

Spoilers: to Volume 7

Disclaimer: Sanami Matoh created these characters. They are not mine. I was not paid in any way for the creation of this story.

Summary: A
gladiator enters into negotiations over costume details with his slave, while
getting ready to attend a Halloween party in NYC.

Timing: Set in October of Ryo and Dee's first
year together. This story takes place after Keep It Down.

Author's notes:
I believe in a strong and equal Ryo and Dee, even when they're playing with whips and chains.

Thank you to
Mtemplar, Moontatoo, and Ladyfeather for
beta-ing this.

Slave to a
Gladiator

Chapter 8

"I dunno," said Dee doubtfully as he looked over the
slave tunic that had just come out of the dryer. "I think it shrunk."

"Quit making excuses," said Ryo impatiently. He was
trying to tighten the buckles on the leather breastplate of the gladiator
costume.

"No, really, it's smaller. Look at this."

Ryo looked up from the breastplate fastenings and discovered that
Dee was indeed correct. He had the costume on, but just barely. It was
straining at the seams of the shoulder and chest.

"Ryo, I can hardly breathe. Look, I can only lift my arms to
here!"

Ryo sighed in annoyance. "You! You did this on purpose!"
he accused.

"How could I? YOU were the one who said to put it in the
dryer. Even though this thing didn't really fit me before, I was willing to
wear it. But now it's impossible."

           Ryo
rolled his eyes. "I might have known this would happen. All right, take it
off."

           "Disappointed?"
Dee smiled suggestively at Ryo. "I would have been a reeeeeal obedient
slave, you know."

"Hmph. I'm sure your ideas and my ideas of appropriate slave
duties are totally different." Ryo consulted his watch. "What are we
going to do about the costumes then? We're already running late. Diana's going
to be cranky."

"Who cares if that witch is cranky? She spends the better
part of every day being cranky about something or other. We're damn lucky she
doesn't live in New York." Dee struggled out of the tight slave tunic and
tossed it onto the bed. "Hey, have you got something else that I could use
as a costume?"

Ryo gestured at the closet and said sarcastically, "Oh sure.
I've got tons of costumes left over from my former careers in the theater and
the circus. Help yourself."

"No need to get all snarky. I was just thinking that if we
got creative, we could come up with something."

"Like what?"

           "I
don't really know, but maybe with a little glue and a little
imagination..."

           "There's
no time, Dee." Ryo sighed.

"Well...Now don't freak on me for suggesting this, but I
remember that the slave tunic was a tad big on you before we washed it. I bet
you could still fit into it."

"Dee, I already told you I wasn't going to appear in public
in that thing! Just forget it."

"Okay, sure, whatever. It's just that switching costumes
would solve our problem quickly, that's all. Then we could hit Diana's party
and make nice over drinks before getting the hell out of there and coming back
home in time for the nine o'clock news." Dee tried to look and sound
casual, hoping against hope that Ryo wouldn't suddenly remember that it was
fairly easy to make a Roman toga out of a white sheet.

           "Hmm..."
Ryo frowned at the slave tunic, his lower lip between his teeth. "Maybe if
I wore it with jeans..."

           "Jeans!
Come on now, nobody wore jeans in Roman times."

           "Well,
I'm certainly not showing that much skin to a bunch of strangers. I told you I
wasn't going out like this in public, and I meant it. IF I wear this thing,
it'll be with jeans, or not at all," Ryo retorted firmly.

           "Aw,
baby, you'll never see any of these people again. Just once, couldn't
you...?"

"Dee, have you even considered that the Commissioner might be
there? There's no way I'm going to let HIM see me like this."

"As a matter of fact, I HAVE considered it, and no he won't
be there. Diana was bitching
yesterday about how he had blown off her party in favor of staying an extra day
in DC. Hell, if it was up to me, I'd tell him to stay an extra month."

"Well, Rose or no Rose, I'm still wearing my jeans."

           "Okay,
if you say so. Try it on again with jeans and we'll see how dorky that looks." Dee folded his
arms and waited, one eyebrow raised.

           Ryo
took off the gladiator breastplate and tried on the newly washed slave tunic.
It was just a little tight on him, but it basically fit. Out of the corner of
his eye, he saw Dee unfold his arms and move a step closer. He seemed to be
getting excited all over again, which made Ryo think that the sooner he got
some jeans on the better. The briefs he had put on after his shower wouldn't
offer much protection against a determined Dee.

           "Sweetheart,
I totally love you in that thing." Dee stretched out a hand toward Ryo,
who gave him a stern look and stepped back out of his reach. The younger man
understood what that look meant, and took it in stride. "It fits better
than before," he added. "It used to be looser in the waist, but now
it's perfect. Shows off your chest better, too."

           Ryo
took a look in the mirror. "At least it didn't shrink lengthwise," he
said. "If this tunic was any shorter, it would qualify as a
tee-shirt." He opened a drawer and sifted through his jeans until he found
the pair he wanted, a slightly faded pair of button-fly Levis. He pulled them
on under his tunic and did them up, while resolutely not looking at Dee.

           "Good
enough," he said, checking his reflection in the mirror.

           "Good
enough? You look like a hippie," Dee complained.

           "Better
than looking like a slave with my butt practically on display."

           Dee
sighed. "I LIKE it when your butt is practically on display. I don't
understand why a gorgeous man like you always wants to cover up. If you've got
it, flaunt it, I always say."

"Dee, have you forgotten what we've recently been
doing?"

"Dude, how on earth could I forget something like that?"

"Think about it, then. I have to cover up. Not only is my
butt still bright pink, but... there's the other thing, too."

"Huh? What other thing?"

"We just had sex, dimwit. With ME on the bottom! Perhaps you'll understand why I
want to have a couple of layers on."

           "All
the more reason not to have layers!" Dee grinned wickedly. "Come on,
don't you think that's just the slightest bit hot?"

"No, I certainly do not," snapped Ryo. "And neither
would you if it had been YOU who got five gallons of – of -"

"Yes?" prompted Dee.

"Oh, never mind. You know what I mean. And I'm definitely
wearing both underwear and jeans, so you might as well stop bugging me about
it."

Dee sulked for a moment, but then his eyes brightened with hope as another idea took form in his mind.

"What now?" said Ryo warily.

"Baby, how about wearing just the jeans and not the
underwear?

"No! I know YOU do that all the time, but I personally think
it's more hygienic for people to wear underwear under their jeans.'

"Won't you even think about it?"

"No, and stop bugging me. I'm wearing underwear and that's
final."

"Okay, okay, I accept that you're determined to wear both
jeans AND underwear. But...dude, could you please do me one itty bitty harmless
little favor?"

"That depends."

"Could you please wear...this?" Dee held out a skimpy
black thong.

"What the hell is that? It's tiny! I can't believe you wear
underwear like that, Dee, for Pete's sake."

"It's not mine, Ryo. It's yours."

"No it's not. I've never seen it before in my life."

"Yes you have. Remember that Beachwear and Lingerie party
that Diana suckered us into attending?"

"Uhh...yeah." Ryo winced at the memory. "But I
don't recall buying anything, and even if I had, I certainly wouldn't have
bought anything like that."

"This was a party favor, dude. Remember how we all had to pop
a balloon? Well, this thong was in yours. You tried to stuff it down the side
of the couch, but I fished it out and brought it home." Dee stretched it
in front of Ryo. "Look! It's stretchy. It covers more than you think. It feels pretty nice too.
It's one of those silky microfibers."

Ryo took it in his hand and stretched it himself. "I don't
know..."

"Come on, don't be a spoilsport. Just try it on! If it
doesn't fit, we'll forget all about it. Just show me how you look in it, that's
all. I've never seen you in anything quite so skimpy."

"You've seen me naked."

"Yes, and a beautiful sight that always is. But, you know
what I mean. We're both guys. Sometimes a guy likes to see a sexy bod that's
encased in some sexy undies. Is that so hard to understand?"

Ryo sighed in exasperation. "Dee, I don't know how you always
do this to me." To his partner's delight, he started to undo his jeans.
"I'm beginning to think maybe Bikky was right when he said you should be a
car salesman. You could sell ice to Eskimos."

Nah." Dee sighed. "If I could sell ice to Eskimos, you'd
be attending the party with no jeans OR underwear."

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

-end of Chapter
Eight-

Additional author's notes:
Chapter Nine is on my livejournal already, if you'd like to read it now.
On Halloween night, I'll post Chapter Nine on AFF and Chapter Ten on my
LJ. I will also be posting an
unrelated lemon one-shot on my LJ this weekend. It will eventually appear on
AFF, but I don't know when.

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