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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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A/N: Not many notes. THANK YOU for all the reviews last chapter! Sorry this took so long, I have been miserably sick. Here is the new chapter, I hope it makes sense (as I am on *so* many drugs right now).
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Chapter 9��..Problem #2: What We Want

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When Ryo returned to his apartment he noticed that Bikky was still asleep. He silently thanked god that he didn�t have to explain why he�d been out in clothes that didn�t fit him, or the magazines in his hand. He crept into his bedroom, placing them in a drawer, before changing and heading into the kitchen to make breakfast.
He�d only just started when Bikky, grumbling from sleep, came sauntering in.
�Mnn, what�s for breakfast?�
Ryo smiled at him. �Toast, eggs and juice. You can also have some cereal if you like.�
Bikky grumbled again and plopped his pajama clad form down at the table. �Jeez, Ryo I�m a growing boy. Why don�t we ever have bacon, or sausage?�
Ryo sat a glass of juice in front of the boy. �Because that stuff isn�t good for you.�
Choosing not to push the subject, Bikky sat quietly until Ryo finished. When his meal was ready Ryo slid him a plate and sat beside him, intent on reading the paper. His fingers had only just grazed the day�s headlines when Bikky�s voice cut through to him.
�So where did you go this morning?�
Startled, Ryo tried to keep a flush from creeping up his neck and onto his cheeks. �What do you mean?�
Bikky didn�t look up from his plate. �I heard you come in this morning, then I heard you leave�where�d ya go?�
Ryo knew then that Bikky must�ve been suspicious as to why he hadn�t come home from Dee�s until that morning. Offering his foster son a warm smile, he patted his blonde head fondly.
�I just went out to pick up some things�nothing to worry about.�
Bikky, ever the quick witted juvenile, was not going to be led off track. �So I�m guessing you guys got some of your shit worked out�since you didn�t come home last night.�
Ryo gave Bikky a harsh look. �Watch your language! And for your information, Dee wasn�t home when I got there last night�I kind of�fell asleep.�
He had expected Bikky to maybe laugh at him, or call him hopeless, but instead the boy just shrugged his shoulders. �Too bad�I was kinda hoping he�d help you out of this funk you�ve been in.�
Ryo rolled his eyes and swept Bikky�s empty plate from the table. �I am *not* in a funk.�
�Whatever you say. I�m getting in the shower and heading to Cal�s.�
As Bikky sauntered away, his day preplanned, Ryo found himself a little relieved that he could spend the day contemplating in peace. Less than an hour later, Bikky had gone, the dishes had been done and Ryo had no other excuses to lead him away from what he knew he needed to do. Regardless, he spent most of the day cleaning and trying to keep himself busy. Finally, hours later, he realized that the apartment was *spotless* and he felt angry at himself for putting off something so important due to fear. He took a few steps towards his bedroom. He told himself that the bed needed making�again. There were some clothes to be put away�again�or maybe the bedroom just needed vacuuming�again.
Whatever his reasons, Ryo found himself alone in his bedroom. He pulled his magazines out from their hiding place and gingerly sat on the bed, pulling his knees up with his back against the pillows.
After half an hour of sorting through the �guides� and coming up with nothing more than ideas for better abs and great new ways to get deodorant stains out of shirts he flopped back against the headboard, irritated � this was getting him nowhere. He sighed and leaned his head back, thinking.
He thought about Dee and how frustrating all this was. He thought of JJ and how thrilled the little bastard had to be about spending so much time with Dee. He thought of Berkley Rose and the man�s easy confidence, and was envious. He thought of Dee, who possessed the same confidence (if not the same refinement). He thought how Dee�s confidence seemed so natural, and how the man had a regal animalistic quality to him that transcended his somewhat bad behavior. He thought of how the confidence manifested itself in him, how Dee exuded it without even trying � in the firm lines of his shoulders, refusing to slouch. He could be standing next to God and the man wouldn�t carry himself as anything less than equal. It was in the way the muscles in his forearms tensed and became rigid when danger was near, like a cat sensing the hunt before it even began. The firm grip of his hands � even when giving the gentlest of caresses the strength of those hands could be felt anywhere he touched. His hands were rough and calloused � appropriate for such a strong man who�d worked hard all his life. Dee chewed on his fingernails, especially when he was nervous. Ryo thought that it might be pleasurable, if not a little painful, to have the course edges dragged along his skin � leaving angry red welts in their wake. They would swell, crisscrossing over each other and leaving flesh marked and more chaotic than before�but infinitely more beautiful.
Suddenly Ryo�s eyes shot open and he nearly fell off his bed. He�d never allowed his thought processes to go that far before. He�d always found some reason to open his eyes, something to clean or paperwork that needed to be done. But this time the thoughts had just come naturally, flowing to him from somewhere between the front and back of his mind. Magazines fallen forgotten to the floor, Ryo realized he had an erection. It wasn�t the mediocre type he�d grown used to, taking care of it in the shower almost as if it were a chore, this was intense; this was�demanding.
Ryo hadn�t felt this kind of burning pressure in years.
Not really allowing himself time to think about his actions, Ryo found his fingers deftly undoing his belt, followed shortly by the button of his pants and the metallic teeth of his zipper. When he looked down, his situation was as he had suspected it to be � and when Ryo finally reached a shaky hand out to touch himself he thought he might pass out from sensory overload.
A slideshow of images invaded his mind, some born of reality�some not. It began with Dee, scratching and stroking � his fingers leaving tiny bruises they gripped his hips *so* hard � somehow it progressed and the vision shifted � a strange melding of traits vaguely rememb � a � all belonging to one member or another of that sweaty wrestling team he�d thought forgotten. It was all very fast paced and there were points where Ryo was uncertain just *who* had decided to pop into his mind�s eye. He noted, in his brief moments of cognizance, that all the images were decidedly male.
In spite of his decent into lust induced madness, he knew where it had ended. When he threw his head back � sobbing and gritting his teeth, not caring as his skull slammed into the unforgiving headboard � it ended in the same place that it had started�
�Dee.
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Blowing his bangs out of his eyes with a �pffft� Dee looked out amongst the wash of people. This place had way too much energy for his tastes. It wasn�t that he didn�t think himself energetic � he just wasn�t as energetic as he used to be. And being surrounded by people who *were* full of such vitality made him feel�old.
Turning around so that he could lean his elbows against the bar behind him Dee took another swig of his beer and squinted his eyes in attempts to find the imp who�d dragged him there. Getting distracted, he thought back to earlier in the day and the events which led to him being in his current situation.
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FLASHBACK
�JJ�I am *not* going to a gay bar with you.�
Dee scowled, although he knew JJ couldn�t see him through the phone.
�Yes, you are. And it�s not a bar, it�s a club.�
�That�s great, JJ. I don�t care if it�s a four star restaurant and Jesus himself is the Maitre'D. I�m not going.�
It had been a long morning, and an even longer day (despite his morning rendezvous with Rosy) and no matter how hard Dee tried he couldn�t get rid of either of the nagging feelings assaulting him. They took turns, beating him senseless and without mercy. The first was the ache Ryo always left in his heart when the man pulled stunts like he had that morning. Dee knew Ryo meant no harm, but it was like seeing him could make the sun rise and then �poof� he was gone again � leaving Dee missing him more than ever just when he thought he�d started to learn to live without him. The second was a...different sort of ache. When pining over Ryo subsided, his neglected libido would take over, threatening mutiny if it didn�t get the attention it deserved.
Dee could *hear* JJ frowning. �What�s eating at you today? You sound way too pissed off for a rainy Sunday.�
Dee sighed before replying. �Ryo was on my doorstep when I got home this morning.�
Silence.
Dee knew he shouldn�t have said anything, and was about to apologize when JJ, back to his chipper self, piped up.
�That�s *exactly* why you should go with me. Great people, great music�it�ll cheer you up. Besides, I get my drinks for free there.�
Before he could analyze it Dee found himself asking �Just how do you do that?� in a voice that sounded a little more scandalized than he�d intended.
JJ chuckled, observantly, before quickly answering. �I�m a sniper. With a gun. End of story.�
Dee found himself laughing. �If I knew that would get me free drinks I�d try it every now and then!�
He hadn�t expected JJ�s �You have to be a *good* shot, Sempai�err�Dee. So�anyways�say you�ll come with me tonight. I haven�t been out in ages and I don�t want to go alone. C�mon�c�mon c�mon c�mon c�mon.�
With a resigned sigh and a roll of his eyes Dee relented.
END FLASHBACK

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And so, here he was�alone. He�d blatantly refused when JJ had tried to prod him into dancing. If there was one thing Dee Laytner did not do, it was�vacuum. But if there were two things Dee Laytner did not do�.well�dancing was in the top five. It wasn�t that he was a poor dancer, he had in fact, been told the opposite. More so, he felt like people scrutinized him when he danced. He knew, of course, that most people couldn�t care less, but he had trouble doing something if he didn�t absolutely *know* he did it well.
JJ had begged and pleaded with him but Dee stood firm; telling the other man that he was *there* at least and not to push his luck. Finally, and not without a pout far too much like that of a schoolboy, he�d relented and been dragged off to the dance floor by some tall kid with too many tattoos.
Dee did not regret his decision not to dance, although it looked like those participating in it were having fun. He was content to stand at the bar; sucking alcohol down like it was going out of style and watching the pretty boys wander by. Soon enough though, he began to lose interest in the scenery and leaned back, closing his eyes. The music washed over him, its subtle pulse falling in rhythm with his own natural beat. The lights flashed about on his face�but he hardly noticed. He was too busy thinking of Ryo and how his hips swung from side to side when he cleaned the house, driving Dee crazy. The only thing sexier than Ryo�s swiveling hips was the fact that the other man had *no* clue just how tempting he was.
He pred red Ryo, the music aiding his fantasy, and suddenly the house disappeared. It was just the two of them, out in the blackness of space and surrounded by music. He felt the stirring in his groin as he continued to fantasize�figuring that no one in this particular establishment would care or even notice. The place had more back room than front room, after all. Just as the music reached a pinnacle, slowing down to an almost silent thump before exploding into an unholy melody of sounds Dee smiled to himself. The fantasy Dee had just reached out to run one hand along a fair, alabaster torso and then up into�silver hair?!
Shaking his head, as he was certain some alien had flown into his brain; Dee tried to clear his thoughts. Ryo was again the center of his attentions but he couldn�t put the same effort into it that he had before. The thought that JJ had somehow usurped his daydream was upsetting him greatly.
To make matters worse, when he opened his eyes the sight that met him was�provocative�to say the least.
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JJ felt better than happy. JJ felt�euphoric.
He�d gotten Dee to come out with him, even if the stubborn ass refused to dance. He�d reluctantly bounced away with another man, not illegally young, but no older than twenty. The man/child smelled like soap and fresh cut grass�and he flooded JJ�s senses.
Perhaps he�d had too much to drink�.perhaps there was no �perhaps� about it.
The alcohol swimming through his veins made him feel tingly and put a rose tinted flush on his cheeks. His mood was unbreakably high � he was just inebriated enough so that his brain shut up and more interesting parts of him took over. It had been a long time since JJ had felt this way, and he missed it. Of course this kind of behavior any more than occasionally was out of the question. He knew that as well and also knew how it ended up when it became a habit � hazy memories and waking up half clothed (if clothed at all) in a stranger�s bed.
Still, he was excited � his inhibitions gone. The young man he�d been dancing with grabbed him unexpectedly, grinding their hips together. He felt his midsection pick up more motion, the dancing becoming more like writhing than anything else.
Somewhere, in the back of his mind, JJ realized he had issues he needed to work out. He had work in the morning. He had problems that were far more pressing than the human drill he was currently mashed into.
A voice that sounded suspiciously like his brain told him that this behavior wasn�t good for him. It was like drugs � providing a deceptive high that only seemed higher when it was gone and out of reach. The voice reminded him of all the days he�d longed for something more � something not found in the slickness of a stranger�s mouth or the bottom of a bottle.
Another voice (that also sounded like his brain) told him to forget about what was and wasn�t good for him. It told him to forget about wanting anything more than the sweet nothingness he felt at that moment�because what else was there? It told him that he wasn�t overdoing it, as he did in his younger days, and to simply have *fun*. It told him that no matter what happened to him he would always have these moments (sober and otherwise) where nothing existed except the pleasant feeling of just letting it all go.
It told him that everything would be *okay*.
He continued on with what he was doing � because it felt good, because he wanted to, and simply because he *could*.
Yes�vodka was a very good thing, indeed.
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Dee watched, transfixed, as JJ practically dry humped his dance partner.
He had taken notice of the other man before they had arrived, dressed in clothes that would no doubt get him fired at the precinct, but he had been rather distracted by Ryo and the day�s earlier events. Now, already confused and not just a little bit drunk, Dee wondered if his jaw would need sterilizing after dragging along the sticky floor.
The kid JJ was dancing with was attractive, and he looked at the sniper as though he wanted to devour him and then suck his bones clean *right there*. Dee thought this would unnerve him, but so far it had only intrigued him. When the kid grabbed JJ by the hips and slammed against him, Dee almost got up, ready to help his friend if he needed it. He saw quite soon, however, that help was most definitely *not* needed. JJ began to grind against the youth just as hard, one hand slung over the young man�s shoulder and the other buried in his hair.
Dee had never denied his inner voyeur. He assumed most people had it in them�somewhere. This was something different though�the young man he�d come to think of as a friend was eliciting something from deep within him � something that made him terribly uncomfortable. Something that made it impossible for him to tear his eyes away; and there he stood�staring.
He wondered if the pair would head for the infamous backroom, and he chose not to wonder why the thought bothered him. It really was none of his business, and yet he found himself snarling like some wolf, his favorite tree invaded.
JJ seemed to have no idea he was being leered at so intensely�and looked all the better for it.
Slamming his beer down in complete confused frustration, Dee headed for the door. This was not how things were supposed to go. This was not something he�d expected or planned on and it most certainly was *not* something he wanted to try and figure out while less than lucid.
He needed to think things through.
He needed to sober up.
He needed to see Ryo.
From several feet away a very disappointed young man tried again to coax his slightly older dance partner into the back with him�but he kept ignoring him and looking around. He was just about to ask if they could get another drink when the silver haired kitten darted towards the door saying something like �Oh no you don�t, Dee Laytner�.
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TBC

Bwhahaha. Evil cliffie.

One quick note: about JJ�s inner voices. I didn�t want it to come off as though he was crazy, but rather, I took from times that I�ve felt the same way. The feeling one gets when the alcohol sets in and you know you�re about to do something you wouldn�t have dreamed of otherwise, or you *know* you have bigger things to worry about�but you don�t care because you realize just how inconsequential you are and how fleeting life can be. I think that those are some of the most honest moments we humans experience. It�s Zen-like�almost. I just wanted to try and get that across
Sorry this took so long. I have a sinus infection so bad it feels like a jackhammer is in my skull. Dragged my sorry carcass to the computer for this though.
I�m still not telling which pairing(s) I will be going with. Guess you�ll have to read and see.
Thanks for reading, and please review.
Love and Kisses,
Reika
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