by Brit Columbia
Pairing: Dee/ Ryo
Rating: NOT worksafe. No indeedy.
Spoilers: To Volume 7
Timing: Set in August of Dee and Ryo's second year together.
Summary: The usual. Dee seduces Ryo. Ryo likes it.
Disclaimer: I am not making any money for the writing of this work of fanfiction, nor do I own Fake or any of the characters created by Sanami Matoh.
Author's notes: Happy Birthday to my dear friend shelley6441. It's probably all over now, but I hope you had a lovely day and that someone baked you a cake!
This story has not been beta-read by anyone, so please forgive any mistakes you see. Actually, feel free to point them out to me and I'll fix them.
The phone rang where it lay on the coffee table next to Ryo's elbow. He checked the call display through his reading glasses, hesitated, and then ignored it, letting it ring itself out. While he did so, Dee's hand shot out and stole another forkful of cake.
"Dee, quit eating my cake. I gave you that huge piece you asked for. You shouldn't have gobbled it so fast."
"I know, but I couldn't help it. Your neighbor makes really good cake. What's her name again? Shelley?"
"No, that's not her name, but never mind. Yes, she makes excellent cake and you should tell her that the next time you see her. Now keep your fork off my plate, and concentrate on the game. It's your turn."
Dee glanced at his cards again, and quickly picked up a new one before discarding another. "What's the plan if you win?" he asked.
Ryo immediately looked at him through suspiciously narrowed eyes.
"What?" said Dee innocently.
"Why are you asking me that? Are you about to win, or something?"
"What's with the third degree? I'm just making conversation. Jeez."
Ryo's hand hovered over the discard pile for a moment before drawing a card from the deck. Dee could tell it wasn't the card he had been hoping for. Ryo just didn't have the face for playing cards.
"Well," said Ryo in answer to Dee's first question, "I thought we could walk over to Chinatown and pick up some groceries for dinner tonight. It's a nice day," he added. "Maybe we could stop at the shop where Carol works. I'd like to have another crack at growing an apartment herb garden. She told me they sell a kit that's impossible to kill."
"Bikky will find a way to kill it."
"Now Dee, that time with my rosemary plant was an accident. It was as much my fau..." Ryo's voice trailed off before taking on a note of nervousness. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Beca-a-u-use.... " Dee suddenly threw down his cards and crowed in triumph. "Hah! Read 'em and weep, baby."
Ryo frowned and peered from where Dee's cards lay scattered all over the coffee table to his own cards, which he still held carefully fanned out in both hands. His reading glasses slipped down his nose and he looked up over them at Dee. "Are you sure you didn't cheat?" he asked sceptically.
"Nope. I beat you fair and square. Besides, I don't have to cheat to beat YOU, you know. Bikky, yeah. Drake and Ted, sometimes. But you and James just can't win at cards."
"That's not true. I beat you twice last weekend."
"Ya think? That was just to lull you into a false sense of security. If I hadn't let you win, you never would have agreed to this game...and my terms..." Dee gave Ryo a look that he figured the other man would recognize right away, and started crawling around the side of the coffee table on his hands and knees toward Ryo.
"Hold it right there! What do you mean, you let me win?" Ryo threw out a hand to ward Dee off.
"What I said, dude." Dee batted Ryo's hand out of the way and reached for him again, only to encounter Ryo's foot, which proceeded to do a very efficient job of keeping him at bay. "If I hadn't let you win, you never would have agreed that the winner of this game gets to choose the activities for himself and the loser for the rest of the afternoon."
"Yes, and I had a very nice afternoon planned for us, back when I thought I had a chance of winning and didn't yet know that I'd been set up." Ryo was glaring at him.
"Yeah, well, I have a very nice afternoon planned for us, too. Come on baby, don't be a sore loser. Time to pay up. Get that foot down and your clothes off."
"Now, wait just a minute. Hey, let go!" Ryo shrank back against the sofa as Dee grabbed his foot and dragged him out from between the sofa and the coffee table.
Dee just laughed, and straddled Ryo's hips. He put his hands on Ryo's upper arms and leaned over him, enjoying the way that Ryo's pulse was suddenly jumping at the base of his throat. When he grinned down at Ryo, he noticed that his partner almost started to grin back, but then he seemed to catch himself, schooling his face into a disapproving expression instead.
"Dee," said Ryo somewhat sternly. "Can't we talk about this?"
"Nothing to talk about, Ryo. I won; you lost, end of story. I'm hereby choosing the activities for the next couple of hours." Dee raised one hand from Ryo's arm to unbutton his own shirt as he said these words. "Now raise your arms above your head. Let's get you naked from the waist up, for starters."
"I might have known this would happen." Ryo sighed and did as Dee asked. A few noticeable goosebumps sprang up on his skin as Dee pulled his tee-shirt up over his head for him. The air conditioner was on at maximum, after all.
"God, look at you. You are an incredibly gorgeous man. You've got it all, baby." Dee began running his hands over Ryo's shoulders and chest, smiling when his words produced an instant flush on his lover's face. "Your nipples are still pink from last night, too." He passed his fingertips across one of them, and watched as both nipples hardened in response. He felt Ryo give a little shiver, and he also felt a faint stirring in Ryo's groin area. "Still sensitive, huh?" He began rolling Ryo's nubs between his thumbs and forefingers.
When Ryo closed his eyes and moaned softly, Dee knew he was right. He had sucked, pinched and fondled Ryo's nipples for so long last night that they had to be pretty sensitized today.
"Remember back when this didn't excite you?" Dee smiled down at him.
"Dee, I can't remember a time when you didn't excite me."
"Am I exciting you now?"
"Yes." His voice came out ragged and low.
"Can you guess what my plans for us are?"
"Do you want me to tell you anyway?"
Ryo nodded again. Dee knew him so well.
"My plans for us involve licking, biting, and some rough but sexy touching. I'm gonna give you some really great head..." Dee couldn't help grinning as he felt Ryo's cock hardening under him. "Now that sorta got your attention, didn't it?"
"You had my...attention...when you started doing this to my nipples," Ryo gasped, and began moving under Dee, undulating his hips and twisting his torso from side to side in tiny, tight movements.
"That's right, baby, squirm for me. Now where was I? Oh yeah, head. I'm gonna suck your cock, run my tongue all over it, take it in all the way to the balls...then I'm gonna lick them too. You like the sound of that?"
"God, yes," Ryo whispered, then cried out in protest as he felt Dee's hands leave his chest and his weight leave his hips.
"Don't worry, love. I'm not goin' anywhere." Dee quickly stripped out of his jeans, and knelt back down to divest Ryo of his sweat pants and the inevitable boxers underneath them. Then he laid his weight over Ryo's body, feeling his heart quicken at the sensation of Ryo's hot, velvety nakedness.
"What...what do you want me to do for you?" Ryo was still endearingly shy, even after all this time.
"I want you to open your legs for me, baby. Let me fuck you. I know you're still a little sore from last night, but I'll make it good for you. I'll make you love it. Come on, you know I can."
"Okay, Dee, do it. Make me love it. But first... kiss me, okay? Kiss me..."
Dee felt his lover's hand behind his neck, guiding his head down to where Ryo's mouth could capture his. He let Ryo control the kiss, and the other man started the way he usually did: hesitantly, a bit delicate in the movements of his mouth, his tongue careful not to come inside too soon. Dee nudged Ryo's lips with his own, asking for more, and Ryo obliged, increasing the pressure and letting his tongue slide a short distance inside Dee's mouth. Dee immediately captured it and sucked on it, then released it so that he could follow it when it retreated. Sure enough, that was exactly what happened as soon as he let it go. Dee pushed his tongue into Ryo's mouth, where it thrust and plundered until Ryo stopped it by sucking on it the same way Dee had earlier. A couple more deep, searching kisses later, and Ryo was murmuring Dee's name into his lover's mouth, nibbling his lips, and demanding more. Dee did as he asked; he loved hearing Ryo ask him for more.
Eventually, though, he had to move away. It wasn't that he didn't adore the kisses, it was more that Ryo's whole body was a smorgasbord of tastes, of sensations and irresistible, sometimes trembling responsiveness. Besides, he had already told him the menu, so it was time to start serving it up.
"Surely not better than beer." Ryo's hand came down and stroked the back of Dee's head.
"Aw fuck, way better than beer. Better than wings, better than sushi, better than apple pie." Dee licked and nibbled his way down Ryo's torso, and paused to breathe deeply of the musky male scent rising from his lover's crotch. The smell went straight to his dick. He was suddenly almost painfully hard, and he had to reach down and give himself a couple of quick strokes.
Dee felt the pressure of Ryo's hand on his head subtly increase.
"Dee, do it," he whispered.
"Do what?" Dee pressed kisses into Ryo's pubic hair on either side of his erection. He heard Ryo take a breath as if he was going to answer, but then there was only silence. Glancing questioningly up at Ryo's flushed face, he showed Ryo his tongue, sliding it out to lap at a droplet of sweat that had appeared near Ryo's groin. Ryo's hips quivered gratifyingly under him when he did that.
"Don't play innocent with me," Ryo said breathlessly.
"I'm an innocent Catholic boy who was raised by nuns," said Dee in an amused voice, lazily licking a fraction of an inch closer to where Ryo wanted him to go. "You gotta spell it out for me."
Ryo flung an arm over his eyes and made a sound of frustration, so Dee encouraged him by flicking his tongue against Ryo's dick in the briefest of touches. Then he blew on it for good measure. It got him the response he wanted.
"Suck me," Ryo groaned suddenly, pushing harder on Dee's head. He added, "Now. Please. Or I'll-- I'll... You'll be sorry," he finished lamely.
Dee smirked to himself. Ryo never could handle any kind of banter when he had a hard-on. He became a creature of feeling and sensation, wrapped up in need.
"Oh, well, there's a threat I gotta take seriously," said Dee, and ran his tongue wetly up the length of Ryo's cock.
Ryo's body tightened; he arched his back and made a strangled noise in his throat.
Dee watched him reverently as he worked. He loved giving Ryo head every bit as much as Ryo loved receiving it. As near as he could figure from stray bits of information Ryo had let slip, the guy had hardly gotten any blowjobs in his life. Certainly not any good ones, anyway. Well, he was going to remedy that, as often as possible, for the rest of their lives together.
He felt a thrill of excitement when Ryo raised himself up on his elbows and looked at him. Their eyes locked as Dee swirled his tongue over the sensitive spot on the head of Ryo's dick, and he watched Ryo's features twist in reaction. He took it in deep again, letting it slide in and out of his throat a few times, before pulling his head off it altogether. He jacked Ryo with his left hand for a few minutes while he licked his partner's balls, sucking first one, then the other, then both of them into his mouth. Before long, his hand and tongue had changed places, and Ryo was groaning his name urgently with each hard lick.
"Inside again, Dee, please. Inside!"
Dee obeyed instantly and let Ryo fuck his throat. His partner's hands were in his hair, caressing and urging as his hips pumped powerfully up and down. After a minute or so of this, Dee needed oxygen and he quickly pulled his head up high enough for a quick breath before moving back down again. In another ten or twelve strokes the tempo of Ryo's ragged, panting breaths began to escalate and his cock swelled inside Dee's throat. Dee quickly pulled back again. He wanted to taste Ryo's orgasm. He wanted to feel it splashing on his tongue, his lips, his face.
"Dee! Oh God! I'm gonna-- I'm gonna-- OH!"
Grasping Ryo's shaft, Dee pumped it with a little twist of his thumb near the top. He kept his tongue lapping at the underside of its purplish head as the first jet of Ryo's seed abruptly came surging out. It spattered across his cheek and the bridge of his nose, and was followed rapidly by the second jet which fell into his open mouth, landing squarely on his appreciative tongue. There was one more little rush of liquid that didn't shoot any distance; it just came up and out and flowed down over Dee's thumb. He was quick to lap it up, moaning through his open mouth while his other hand busily stroked his own cock. Oh God, after a show like that, he wanted to come so bad.
What stopped him from finishing himself was the sight of Ryo lying limply, trembling through the aftershocks, trying to catch his breath. Even his closed eyelids seemed to be trembling. His legs were open and his cock, though going soft, was still fat and sticky. He was expecting more; he had been promised more. Dee didn't want to disappoint him. Make me love it had been Ryo's words, and Lord knew that wasn't going to be difficult. Ryo loved getting fucked, had from the very beginning, and Dee knew that his partner sometimes got hard at inconvenient times just from the suggestion of it.
"Ready for part two?"
Ryo opened his eyes and looked at him through slightly unfocused eyes. A slow smile spread across his face. "M-hm," he said. "But let's clean up your face first, okay?"
~end of part one~
Part two to come in about a week if I can make it, two weeks if I can't. I've got 6 assignments and a quiz to complete in the next ten days, PLUS a birthday party and a wedding to attend. But I will do my best!