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Sweet
Frustration

By Brit Columbia

Pairing:
Dee/Ryo

Rating:
NC-17

Notes:
Sexual acts between two men in a loving relationship.

Spoilers:
All 7 volumes

Timing: Set in
the month of June of their first year together, about 6 weeks after
Book 7 ended

Summary:
Dee and Ryo and a pair of handcuffs

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

Thank you to
bluesimplicity for your fabulous beta-skills and encouragement.


Sweet
Frustration

Dee's pants felt
uncomfortably tight against his crotch.

"Down boy," he
muttered to that part of his anatomy that was causing the
inconvenience. All day he had had sex on his mind. The morning had
been bad enough. Ryo had spilled coffee on his white shirt, and had
jumped up and gone off to the bathroom to clean it off. He returned
with a big wet patch over one half of his chest, his shirt sticking
lightly to it. His nipple was clearly visible through the thin wet
cotton. It was also slightly erect. Dee hadn't been able to take his
eyes off it.



But Ryo had been too
grumpy about the spill and the embarrassing wet mark on his shirt to
recognize the inherent sexiness of the situation, and had demanded
that Dee stop staring at him. Dee tried, but it was difficult. It put
him in mind of the time Ryo had fallen into a fountain along with a
much bigger and heavier purse-snatcher he had been struggling with.
He had been so sexy in his soaking wet clothes that had molded
themselves to his body... Now all he could think about was how much
he wanted to get his hands on his partner's body. He seemed to be
having one of those days where every mundane thing that happened made
him think of sex. If it had been at all possible, he would have gone
home and jerked off.



The afternoon was even
worse because it was spent without Ryo, who had had to go to court.
Dee was sent out on a call with Ted. Dee rolled his eyes in disbelief
that the gods would do this to him when he heard what the call was
about. A sex shop had been broken into and a supply of sex toys had
been stolen. The racks of magazines and toys did not help Dee's mood,
and to make it worse, Ted would not shut up about it all the way back
to the station.

"Didja see those
little outfits, man? Some of them were hot! Didja ever make it
with a chick dressed as a French maid?"

"Actually no,"
Dee replied. "But I once made it with a French chick."



"And how about
those dildoes, huh? Can you believe the size of some of those
suckers? I can't believe women actually go for something that big. I
mean, wouldn't that, like, hurt?"



"Some people like
that sort of thing I guess."



"Hey Dee, would you
ever--"



"Don't go there,
man."



"I was only gonna
ask you if--"



"Ted, don't make me
embarrass you later when I have an audience, okay?"



"Fuck, dude, you're
no fun today."

The end of the day
couldn't come quickly enough for Dee. He had been hoping Ryo would
return from court, but he never did. Dee assumed he had gone straight
home after. He debated whether he should invite himself over to Ryo's
place, or just go home and jerk off a couple of times. He wasn't sure
he would be able to control himself if he had to sit on the sofa all
evening next to his sexy lover, with the monkey brat in the same room
as them. The monkey brat, damn him, tended to get all pissy about
overt acts of cuddling in his exalted presence.



Before leaving the
office, Dee called Ryo, but no one answered. He decided to go home,
shower and change, and try again later. When he got home, there was a
message on his voice mail from Ryo. In it he let Dee know that he was
going to the gym and that he would be home by five if Dee wanted to
get together later. Dee brightened when he heard this message; he was
always happy when Ryo wanted to spend time with him. And if his baby
had been pumping iron, he might be in the mood for a little massage,
heh.

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

Dee dialed Ryo's number
on his cell phone. "Yo, dude, it's me. What are you up to?"

"Oh nothing much. I
just made a salad and I'm writing in my journal."

Dee's pulse actually
quickened at the sound of Ryo's voice. "What are you wearing
right now?" he asked, apropos of nothing.



"A three piece
suit, naturally! What else does a man wear when he's making salad and
writing in his journal?"



"Come on, I just
wanna get a mental picture of you here. If you don't tell me what
you're wearing, I'm gonna have to picture you naked."

"I thought you
usually did that anyway. What are YOU up to? Why does your voice
sound strange?"



Dee took the bull by the
horns and the words came out in a rush. "I'm horny as hell. I
need to fuck you. Or suck you. Or get sucked by you. Or all of that.
But mostly I need to turn you on, to see you get excited, to hear you
asking me, begging me... to do you."

"Dee!" There
was a shocked pause, during which Dee knew Ryo was processing how he
felt. He had been taken by surprise by this sudden change of
direction and he didn't know how he should respond.



"You're so
beautiful, baby." Dee continued. "Every part of you, inside
and out, excites me. I want you all the time, that's no secret, but
sometimes...sometimes I feel like I'm gonna explode if I don't have
you. This is one of those times."

"Dee, Bikky's due
home any minute. I...I don't know what to say."



"Yes you do.
Say, 'Come over, Dee. Come over and touch me, tease my sexy dark pink
nipples, put your hand down my pants, and make me hard, make me
shoot.' That's what you should say."



"Well, I don't know
about that other stuff, but...come over, Dee. I'd love to see you."



"I'll be right
there! Where's Bikky at by the way?"



"Basketball
practice."



"Okay, see you real
soon!" Dee hung up. Basketball practice. That meant he was
either at school or Dundarave. Dee gambled on Dundarave. He checked
his wallet. It held fifty dollars. Hopefully he could buy the
brat off with twenty or thirty. Since he was already sitting in his
car just around the corner from Ryo's apartment, he figured he could
get to Dundarave Courts in less than five minutes.

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

Dee showed up at Ryo's
door 25 minutes later. He always enjoyed that first sight of Ryo
after an absence, no matter how short. He loved looking at Ryo's
sleeping face if he happened to wake up in the middle of the night.
He loved it when Ryo opened his apartment door to him, or appeared at
his own door, he loved walking into the office they shared and seeing
Ryo sitting at his desk.

Now, as he waited for
Ryo to answer his knock, he wondered how he would look, what he would
be wearing. Sweats? Jeans? Something sexy? Would his hair be tousled?
Neatly combed? Damp from the shower?



Then the door swung
open, and Ryo stood there smiling up at him. The three-inch
difference in their heights was exaggerated this time by the fact
that Dee was wearing boots with heavy soles that gave him an extra
two inches, whereas Ryo was barefoot.

He was wearing jeans and
that sleeveless zippered top that never failed to turn Dee on. But
what was most exciting to him was that Ryo's hair was damp. That
meant that he'd taken a quick shower between Dee's phone call and his
arrival. That meant...



Dee stepped through the
door without speaking, and gathered Ryo into his arms, holding him
close and inhaling the scents of soap, shampoo, and underneath that,
his lover's own personal scent. His penis, which had been bothering
him for the last hour, was now responding rapidly to the nearness of
its target. He could feel it hardening and lengthening inside his own
jeans for what seemed like the tenth time that day. He wanted to rub
it against Ryo, but didn't dare. It didn't do to rush Ryo. With
Ryo, it was usually a slow build, followed by something exciting and
often noisy when Ryo would abruptly surrender to his own desire, and
to Dee's.



Dee stepped back a pace
and his eyes bored into the other man's. He ran his fingertips
lightly up the outsides of Ryo's bare arms, and then, turning his
wrists slightly, hooked his thumbs into the sensitive flesh of his
inner arms and made little circles with them. He made a mental note
to lick him there as soon as he could.

"Aren't you gonna
close the door?" he asked in a husky voice.

"No, I was going to
leave it open all night," said Ryo sardonically, moving around
Dee to close and lock it. "Can I offer you something? Coffee? A
snack?"

"Offer me your
body," Dee said with a grin. His eyes held a bit of a challenge,
but he didn't think for one minute that Ryo would do it.

"Offer me yours."

Dee blinked. Had Ryo
just said what he thought he'd said?

"What, no snappy
comeback for once, Dee?"



"Ryo, did you
just...?"

"Yes. You
heard right."



"Baby, let it be
known that I hereby offer you my body. Do whatever you want to it,
but please let it be something sexual!"

"Okay, no more
talking. Go into the bedroom and take off your clothes. I'll join you
shortly." Ryo was suddenly wearing his game-face, his
hard-cop face.



Dee gave Ryo one
disbelieving look and immediately walked into the bedroom. What had
gotten into his Ryo? Whatever it was, he liked it! He divested
himself of his clothes in record time, and sat cross-legged on the
bed, watching the door and trying not to touch his throbbing
erection.



Presently Ryo walked in
and closed the door. He was carrying -- holy shit, were those his
handcuffs? Dee felt his heart begin to beat a little faster. Who was
going to end up getting restrained? Dee was too excited to care. He
couldn't believe that his shy Ryo was initiating something like this!
He uncrossed his legs and started to get up, but Ryo shook his head
and stopped him.



"Don't move unless
I tell you to. AH!" he held up a finger as Dee opened his mouth
to say something. "Don't speak, either."

Excitement and
frustration waged a battle within Dee. Excitement, which was
supported by curiosity and the sheer novelty of this kind of behavior
coming from Ryo, won out. He remained where he was, kneeling on the
bed, watching Ryo, waiting for further instructions.

He didn't have long to
wait. Ryo stood in front of him, handcuffs loosely dangling from his
right hand. He didn't say anything; he just looked at Dee for a long
time. His eyes flickered everywhere over Dee, as if he were examining
him. He walked around the bed and checked him out from the side and
from the back. Dee endured the inspection confidently because he knew
he was a good-looking and well-built man, and he knew that his lover
thought so too. Ryo would not find anything displeasing.

It suddenly occurred to
Dee that he hadn't yet had a chance to tell Ryo that he had given
Bikky $30 to go buy pizza for his friends.

"Ryo," he
began.



"What did I tell
you?" Ryo was back around front again, giving Dee a stern look.
Suddenly, all Dee really wanted to do was to seize him and kiss that
bossy look off his face.

"Bikky," he
said.



Ryo shook his head.
"Taken care of. No more talking."



Dee nodded in agreement,
wondering what he meant. Oh well, as long as Bikky wasn't going to
come home in the middle of all this and spoil everything, he didn't
care. He could ask about it later. Right now, his full
attention was on Ryo.



"Touch yourself,"
Ryo commanded.



Dee reached hesitantly
toward his erection, looking at Ryo with raised eyebrows. Was this
the kind of touching he meant? Ryo nodded and watched him as he took
his cock in his hand and began slowly jerking it.

Dee's breathing became
heavier. The sight of Ryo's eyes so intently following his movements,
and the way the street lamp from outside glinted on the dull metal of
the handcuffs aggravated the sexual tension that had been building
inside of him all day. He was so hard, so ready, and so close
actually, that he knew he couldn't last long. He let out a soft,
involuntary moan as each stroke of his hand took him nearer and
nearer...

"Don't you dare
come." Ryo's voice was soft, but it held steel.



Dee gave him a pleading
look, but Ryo just smiled at him. It was a sensual smile, and it
promised more torment. Dee's pulse was racing and his penis was
throbbing. He couldn't wait much longer, he simply couldn't.



"Ryo!"



Suddenly, Ryo was in his
face, one knee on the bed. His fingertips were tracing the outline of
Dee's lips. Dee couldn't control the way his chest rose and fell in
brief pants at this sudden nearness of his gorgeous, sexy, still
fully clothed lover. He closed his eyes to minimize his suffering.



"Shh," Ryo was
saying. "One more word, and I'll have to gag you. I'd prefer not
to gag you, because then your beautiful mouth would
be...inaccessible."

A small cry escaped Dee
as Ryo pushed two of his fingers gently inside the aforementioned
mouth.

"Suck,"
whispered Ryo. "Use your tongue."



Dee did, eagerly. To his
surprise, he realized he was trembling all over, shaking like a leaf.
Oh Ryo, Ryo, what you do to me, he thought wildly.



Presently, Ryo replaced
his fingers with his mouth. He held Dee's head firmly and kissed him
hard, almost painfully, forcing his tongue past his lover's lips and
deep into his mouth. Dee, still obedient, sucked on it, released it,
caressed it with his own, and sucked on it again. He
tentatively raised a hand to Ryo's chest, and suddenly almost before
he knew what was happening, the handcuffs were closing around his
wrist. Guess it's me, he thought.

Unfathomably dark eyes
gazed steadily into his. Without speaking Ryo jerked his head toward
the bed's headboard. Dee looked there too, and began to slowly move
himself backward toward it. He suddenly realized that he didn't want
to be restrained. It meant he wouldn't be able to touch Ryo and it
also represented a loss of control that he was unfamiliar with. This
was not the first time he had ever engaged in sex play that involved
restraints, but it was the first time he'd ever allowed himself to be
on the receiving end.



His hesitation must have
shown on his face, because Ryo stopped and looked at him, piercingly.
Not only was his face still hard and closed, so unlike his usual
caring and affectionate expression, but there was also a measuring
kind of look there now. With an undercurrent of panic, Dee realized
that, despite all his knowledge and understanding of Ryo, he couldn't
at this moment be sure what his partner was thinking. He had
always known that there was depth upon depth to Ryo, but he prided
himself on usually being able to stay one step ahead of his lover. It
was how he had kept up, kept Ryo interested, kept him coming back for
more. Now...he realized he was powerless.

But this was Ryo. Sexy
Ryo, kind Ryo, the man who loved him. Despite the coldness, the
distance in his manner, it had to be an act, because he knew deep
inside himself that Ryo did love him.

Dee settled himself back
against the headboard and raised both his hands behind his head. His
eyes looked steadily into Ryo's. In that moment, he
surrendered. Neither of them had spoken. Ryo nodded and slid the
remaining handcuff around behind one of the vertical bars on the
headboard and then snapped the remaining handcuff around Dee's other
wrist.

Now that he had Dee
firmly restrained, Ryo seemed inclined to take his time. He began by
pushing Dee's hair out of his eyes.

"No hiding,"
he said. "I want to see your eyes this time."

Dee looked back at him
warily, his gaze hooded. He had never felt so helpless, or so excited
in his life. His breath was coming hard out of him. He felt Ryo's
hand caress the side of his face and run slowly down the length of
his body. It was faintly electric and left a tingling trail of fire
along the edges of his nerves. As Ryo's hand approached his groin, he
groaned aloud and tilted his hips toward his lover, but the hand
moved away and circled back up towards his ribs. Ryo grinned at Dee's
little whimper of disappointment.



He moved between Dee's
legs, pushing them apart as he did so. Then he initiated a leisurely
exploration of Dee's body, using his hands and mouth, teeth and
tongue to further arouse and titillate the writhing, groaning man
beneath him. Periodically he ran his tongue or his fingers over Dee's
erect and throbbing penis, which responded by jumping needily against
his touch. Finally he began to focus more and more of his
energies there, handling Dee's swollen, heavy balls with just the
right amount of pressure, then jacking his shaft lightly. He did this
for a while, aware of and enjoying the escalating tension in his
dark-haired lover's body. The raw, helpless craving that he saw on
Dee's face fascinated him; it was an expression he had never seen
before. He decided to take advantage of the situation to do something
he had been thinking about for some time. He got off Dee, ignoring
the cry of dismay that emitted from him, and moved to the edge of the
bed. Opening the nightstand drawer, he removed the bottle of
lubricant that he knew would be there. He returned to Dee, who was
looking from him to what he held in his hand through wide and
startled eyes. To Ryo's well-hidden relief, however, Dee did not seem
to be suffering any diminution of his desire.

"Open your legs."

Dee did, and opened his
mouth also, presumably to speak. Ryo quickly pressed two fingers to
Dee's lips in warning.



"Uh-uh," he
said, shaking his head at Dee. "No speaking until I tell you
that you can. Not yet."

He squeezed a little of
the lube onto Dee's penis and gave him a couple of strokes just to
spread it around. Then he poured some more onto the fingers of his
left hand and reached down to the cleft between Dee's athletic
buttocks. Dee flinched a little when he felt the cold wetness touch
him there. Holy shit, was Ryo really doing this? Is he actually
going to...? Dee thought. Then he felt a gentle pressure on his
tightly puckered opening, and Ryo's fingers were pressing and
exploring all around the rim. Dee's breath left him in ragged gasps,
and he wished that Ryo would put his other hand back on his cock,
because he knew that if his light haired lover did that, he would
blow his load right then and there. He had never in his life needed
the release of orgasm more than in that moment.

But Ryo was intent on
what he was doing, and before long, he was applying more lotion and
pressing a finger inside Dee's tight channel. Dee's breath hissed in
sharply as he felt the penetration of a part of him that had not had
any attention for many years. Ryo looked questioningly at Dee for a
moment, to check that he was okay. Dee responded by squirming against
the finger and tightening his inner muscles on it a couple of times.
Encouraged, Ryo began slowly moving his finger inside Dee's
passageway. It felt incredibly hot and narrow in there. He was
looking for a certain something, a sweet spot that he roughly knew
the location of. He wanted to find it and give Dee the same pleasure
that he himself had experienced so many times from his lover. A
second later, he felt the bump he had been looking for and when he
pressed his fingertip against it, Dee arched his back and let out a
cry. Yes, that had to be it, all right. He did it again and got
a similar response. His lips curved upward in a secret smile of
triumph. He kept his finger moving inside Dee's body, and reached
forward with his right hand to torment his partner's cock some more.



Dee was straining
against the handcuffs, panting, and wincing from a combination of
pleasure and torture. Ryo was keeping him teetering on the brink of
orgasm, taking him right to the edge with rapid strokes and then
backing off at the last possible second, squeezing the base of Dee's
cock to keep his climax at bay. Every time he thought Dee was getting
too close, he also withdrew his finger completely from Dee's ass,
reinserting it only when the danger had passed.



"No speaking,
remember. Not until I tell you. You can answer my questions by
nodding or shaking your head. Understand?"



Dee groaned and nodded.

"Would you like me
to let you speak, baby?"

Dee nodded again
rapidly, noting even amidst his extreme frustration that this was the
first time Ryo had ever called him 'baby'.

"Would you like me
to let you come?"

Dee nodded even more
frantically, eyes wide with hope and need.

"Well then, first,
I give you permission to speak, but only to beg."

Dee's voice immediately
joined forces with his eyes, which had been begging all along. He
burst out, "Ryo, please! Let me come. Let me shoot. I can't
stand it any longer. Please, I'm begging you. Ryo!" He
twisted in his bonds, arching his hips toward Ryo, trying in vain to
rub his erection against some part of his lover. That would be all it
would take. A little rub, a swipe against that perfect
body..."Please," he whispered hoarsely.



Ryo gave in and lowered
his head to Dee's now purplish member. He fondled Dee's balls with
one hand and used his lips and tongue in the ways he had learned from
Dee. Dee's cock, wetly sheathed in Ryo's mouth and throat,
began to throb and twitch. Then Dee was yelling incoherently and vast
amounts of hot, liquid seed were filling Ryo's mouth. He tried,
but wasn't able to swallow it all. He moved his lips off the now
sensitive head, and slowly jacked Dee's shaft until he was sure that
all of the excess liquid had been squeezed out of it. Then he lowered
his mouth again and lapped up what he had missed, looking into Dee's
eyes while he did so. Dee stared back at him, mouth open, head
shaking slowly from side to side in disbelief at what Ryo had just
done to him: the handcuffs, the domination, the finger, hell, the
sensuality of it all. Mostly though, it was all the bold eye contact
that had really knocked him sideways.

Ryo moved up the bed and
kissed Dee deeply and tenderly, knowing he was forcing Dee to taste
his own semen, but knowing that Dee would find that incredibly
erotic.



"Ryo," Dee
whispered, when his partner had ended the kiss, "I need the game
to be over now. Please release me. I need to touch you."



His face was so open,
awed, and vulnerable. Ryo understood what he was really asking
and silently reached into the bedside dresser to retrieve the key to
the handcuffs. He straddled Dee to unlock them, and the minute
Dee felt them yield, he was wriggling his wrists free and reaching
for Ryo, pulling him down into a tight embrace, kissing and nuzzling
his hair and murmuring impassioned endearments that were barely
audible. After a few minutes, Dee relaxed his hold somewhat, which
left Ryo able to raise his head and tell his lover what he knew he
needed to hear.

"I love you so
much, Dee. So much."

"I love you too,
baby. Don't ever leave me, please."

"I can't imagine my
life without you in it," Ryo told him. "You're my whole
world, you know that?" He pressed a kiss onto Dee's chest. "Are
you okay? I know I kinda sprang that whole handcuffs thing on
you..." He was examining Dee's wrists for damage, a small
concerned frown on his face.



"Yeah, I'm more
than okay," Dee said. "I'm fucking amazed! No one's ever
made me feel like that before. You made me crazy, absolutely crazy.
There were several points there where I would've sold my soul for a
chance to come. Where on earth did you get the idea to do that?"



"Oh, it's a
standard issue cop fantasy, isn't it? I mean, from the time they
issue us these handcuffs, we start thinking about it. Um, didn't
you?"

For the second time that
evening, Dee's wit deserted him. All he could do was stare at his
partner with his mouth open for a few moments.

"Have you done this
before?" His voice was incredulous.



"No! All I did was
think about it. This is the first time I've ever used my handcuffs
when I wasn't actually arresting someone."



"Do you have any
more of these 'standard-issue cop fantasies'?"

"Uhrm...Nope! That
was the only one."



"Liar,"
grinned Dee affectionately. "You know I'll get them out of you
sooner or later." He started caressing Ryo's sides and back, and
reached a hand down to squeeze his lover's buttocks. Suddenly an
unpleasant thought struck him and he froze.

"When exactly is
the brat due back?"



"Eleven. He's
having dinner and doing his homework at Carol's place."

"What? Shit, and I
gave him $30 bucks not to come home for a couple of hours!"

"Well, he called on
Carol's cell just after you did, so I took the opportunity to arrange
a little time for us...mmm Dee, do that again..."



Dee, who had just given
one of Ryo's nipples a gentle tug, immediately hastened to obey.



"Ryo--"



"Mmn?"



"Call me 'baby'
again..."



Ryo felt a little shy
suddenly, but he couldn't resist the look of appeal on Dee's face.
"I love you, baby," he said.

Dee looked so happy that
he was glad he hadn't chickened out.

"Okay," Ryo
said to him. "Now you have to call me something." He
was grinning.

"What's that?"

"Master, of
course!" Ryo laughed softly.



But Dee was looking at
him seriously. "Love is my master," he finally said.
"And you are my love. You've been my master since I first laid
eyes on you, don't you know that?"



This almost undid Ryo,
whose eyes softened with love and admiration. "Ah, Dee," he
sighed. "You really are a true romantic, aren't you?"



"Yeah, but don't
tell anyone. I got a tough guy image to maintain, y'know?"



Ryo shifted his body
sensually against Dee's. "If I'm really your master..." he
began.

Dee's cock, which had
not really gone completely soft since the last encounter, twitched
purposefully against his hip. "Tell me what you want me to do to
you," he said in his most seductive voice.

Ryo hesitated. He was
still embarrassed about sex talk and it was difficult for him to tell
Dee what he liked. However, it really hadn't been necessary thus far
because Dee understood him so well and had always been very alert to
physical cues.

"Um, if I'm truly
your master, then it's your job to figure out what I want," he
said shyly.

"Yes Master,"
said Dee, amused, right before he pulled Ryo's head towards his with
both hands and kissed him with both pleasure and expertise.



Ryo's eyes closed
and he surrendered to the ministrations of his love slave.

   ~end~
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