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Slave to a Gladiator, chapter 2

My hair is naturally wavy, but it waves in a messy kind of way. When I go to the trouble of styling it, it looks great for about five minutes, and then it starts messing itself up. Recently, I acquired a flat-iron, however.  When my hair is straight, it doesn't look messy. The neat look lasts for hours. I wish I had known this years ago. Plus, I seem to be getting lots of compliments, so I guess I should try to use my straightener at least once a week.

In other news, my friend came over last night and set me up with bit torrent. I'm currently downloading episodes 1-13 of Dr. Who's first season. All episodes with Captain Jack in them are set to be downloaded first. I understand that this process will take a couple of days, and it's slowing down my computer. But it'll be worth it!

Okay, now it's time for Gladiator goodness!

Slave to a Gladiator
Chapter Two

By Brit Columbia

Fandom:  Fake
Pairing:  Dee and Ryo
Rating:   Mature, so far. Restraints and groping.
Spoilers:  to Volume 7
Disclaimer:  Sanami Matoh created these characters, not me. I was not paid in any way for the creation of this story.
Summary: Horny gladiator and flustered slave boy in NYC.  
Author's notes:  Please read and review!  I wrote this story for mtemplar and jdr1124, who both pounced on a line in Fake First Year Together: A New Day (May), chapter 34.

Thank you to  mtemplar and moontatoo for beta-ing this.

Slave to a Gladiator
Chapter Two


"Oops," said Dee.

"What do you mean, 'Oops'?" Ryo whirled around and stared at Dee in alarm.

"I, uh, think I dropped the key somewhere."

"You WHAT?" Ryo took a threatening step toward him.

"Oh, wait, false alarm. There's the key. It seems to be stuck in your belt."

Before Ryo knew what was happening, Dee had hooked the center of the chain to a gold ring in the centre of the whip-belt, and Ryo's range of movement was suddenly dramatically restricted.

"Dee! What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm securing my disobedient slave boy," said Dee with a sexy grin. "And you know what? I'm not happy with this costume the way it is. You're wearing entirely too much clothing."

"Dee Laytner, let me remind you that even in chains, sandals and a goddamn mini-skirt, I am still a dangerous man who is perfectly capable of dislocating your shoulder."

"I know that, but I'm really hoping you won't." Dee gave Ryo a sharp push to the center of his chest and watched him tumble backwards onto the bed with a surprised yell. In a flash, Dee was on him, pinning his lover to the bed with his body weight.

Ryo struggled mightily and Dee was hard-pressed to hold him down without leaning the weight of his chest against him. He didn’t want Ryo to hurt himself on the breastplate.

"Dee! Get off me right now!"

"In a minute," said Dee, who proceeded to reach inside the skirt of Ryo's tunic and feel him up. "And really, it's not good for a slave boy to scold and threaten his master."

Ryo gritted his teeth and snarled wordlessly.

"Come on baby, play along with me here." Dee looked down at Ryo in entreaty.

" 'Play along' with you? What are you talking about?"

"My all-time number one sex fantasy, that's what." Dee looked away, and to Ryo's amazement, actually seemed a little embarrassed. "But if you don't want to...I understand." He slowly raised himself up off Ryo and knelt there quietly, looking down at the bed.

Ryo stared up at Dee, feeling thoroughly bewildered. Dee seemed hurt, and he instantly felt guilty for being the cause of that hurt. But at the same time, a more logical part of his brain was struggling to assert reason. Dee had rented him a skimpy costume that he expected him to wear to a party, and then had tricked him into wearing chains and manacles. It was really the outside of enough. And yet, here he was making a confession that these costumes were part of a sexual fantasy that was evidently important to him. Ryo suddenly didn't know what to think.

"Dee," he said, trying to reach out a hand to his partner, but not being able to because those damn chains were still attached to his belt. "You know, you really shouldn't spring these things on me...I mean, if this is your number one sex fantasy, couldn't you at least have talked to me about it? Given me some warning?"

Dee sighed and met his eyes. "I know I should have. But I was pretty sure you'd say no. So I took a chance and, uh, surprised you with it. I thought you might, you know, get caught up in it with me, see the potential of these costumes...I'm really sorry, Ryo. It was a bad call on my part. I've obviously made you uncomfortable, and I never wanted to do that."

"I'm still confused," Ryo said. "Is there or is there not a costume party tonight?"

Dee shook his head silently, trying to hide his disappointment at the way his plans had gone awry, but not really succeeding.

"No party? Then all this -" Ryo indicated Dee's costume and his own- "was just for me?"

"Us," Dee corrected. "Because, to be honest, a big part of it was about me fulfilling my fantasy. But I really wanted to see you in that costume. Been fantasizing about it for months."

He looked so downcast that Ryo's heart went out to him. "Dee," he whispered. "Don't look like that. You know I hate to see you looking sad."

"Sorry, babe." Dee forced a smile onto his face. "I'm okay, really. I just totally screwed this evening up, that's all. I need to feel sorry for myself for a while and then I'll have a beer and get over it. Don't worry, all right?" He climbed off Ryo and stretched out a hand to help him up. "Come on, let me unlock your chains, and then you can get out of those... those clothes."

"Dee, wait. Not so fast." The logical part of Ryo's brain tried to stop him. Wait a second, you idiot, what are you doing? Shut up, shut up!  He didn't listen to it. "If, um...if this is really your number one fantasy, then I'm glad you told me about it."

Dee paused, his hand on one of Ryo's. His facial expression had undergone a subtle change. There was a faint air of alertness about him, and Ryo thought he saw a little flicker of hope flare briefly in his eyes. Dee didn't speak, however. He just looked at Ryo and waited to see if he would add anything else.

Ryo took a deep breath. He could feel the heat slowly rising in his face as he looked back at Dee, resplendent in the hyper-masculine costume of a Roman gladiator. His lover really was a gorgeous man. And the sight of him in a studded breastplate and leather wrist guards was causing him to feel stirrings of desire that he had suppressed earlier in his anxiety about having to go to a party dressed as a slave boy. "As long as I don't have to actually appear in public dressed like this, um... I don't mind if you wanna, you know...fool around a little in these costumes..."

"Really?" Dee's face lit up like the sun.

"Uh-huh. But I never played this kind of game before, so you'll have to tell me what I should do." Ryo lay on the bed with his hair all mussed and the skirt of his tunic rucked up to reveal his bright blue boxers, feeling certain that he looked absolutely ridiculous, but hoping he was wrong. "And I don't want to do anything too embarrassing!" he added.

~End of chapter two~

Additional author's notes:  More in a week!  And don't worry,  jdr1184, Dee feels the same way as you do about slaves and their right to have underwear.


 
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