BTW, there's now a third macro illustration for this story over in the comments at chapter 7, and once more we have jdr1184
to thank for that. It's hot Ryo and Dee action and it's not worksafe, but then the whole of chapter 7 is so not worksafe that it would curl your boss's hair! The first two macro illustrations are in the comments to chapter 6.
Slave to a Gladiator
By Brit Columbia
Pairing: Dee and Ryo
Rating: Teen. The naughtiness is over for now.
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: 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. Please read and review
Thank you to mtemplar, moontatoo, and LadyFeather for beta-ing this.
"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."
"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, 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?"
"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-