[Written between November 22nd through the 25th of 2002]
[Last edited on August 9th of 2004]
Disclaimer: Sanami Matoh holds all the rights.
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"Three Little Words"
Chapter Seven: A Little Piece of Heaven
"He's not going to show up," Dee muttered underneath his breath for the tenth time as his eyes scanned the crowd of bodies on the dance floor, narrowing his brow when their suspect obviously wasn't among them.
Ryo sat beside him on the bar, elbows resting on the counter as he too looked about the nightclub with some weariness in his expression, sighing lightly, he dipped a pale finger into the glass of water in his grasp, swirling the clear contents about then watching the tiny funnel dissipate from within. "Well, we shouldn't give up hope yet, he did show up at one of his frequent hang-outs a few days before this so he's bound to come here eventually."
"Or so we hope, we could end up spending who knows how many evenings in this place," The raven-haired man replied, absently rubbing his temple as a headache began to make itself known. He reached for his drink, downing it in one great gulp, and then turned from the bar to observe the masses on the dance floor and in the dark corners of the room.
Beyond Twilight doubled as both a nightclub and a dance club though it bordered on more of the former, most of the occupants on the dance floor were in their late 20's or mid-thirties, obviously looking for a distraction from their lives or just to have a general good time.
Set just outside the dance floor were small tables that were currently crowded with bodies, hence the reason why he and Ryo were sitting at the bar instead. The general atmosphere of the club was a bit on the exotic side as prints of vaguely drawn body parts and abstract art decorated the plush walls surrounding them.
The only good thing to come of this assignment was seeing the Japanese-American in something other than slacks and a dress shirt, currently, he was wearing a pair of low-cut jeans that dipped beyond the hips and offered a tantalizing glimpse of the smooth flesh of his stomach, not to mention part of Ryo's naval. The top half of his lanky form was covered in a crimson silk shirt. Upon first viewing this attire, Dee literally had to restrain himself; if the man had had things like that in his closet, their relationship certainly would stay interesting.
Dee, for his part, wore only a pair of black jeans and a leather vest of cerulean hue, which was nowhere near as interesting as Ryo's outfit. Feeling his eyes start to swing towards his partner once more, the detective jerked his head back to the dance floor, casting his fury upon the masses gathered before him, if only the Harrison bastard would show up so he could drag Ryo back to the apartment and take advantage of his recent compliance. As he was just about to turn to his partner and call it quits, Ryo jerked on his shoulder, violently turning Dee's body towards him.
Before Dee could inquiry about his actions, he whispered two words underneath his breath. "He's here."
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"Where the fuck did they go?!" Dee cursed out as he ran through the alleyway behind the club, feet pounding against the slick pavement in a frantic pattern; when Ryo had first spotted the suspect; they'd quietly made their way through the mass of bodies on the dance floor trying not to draw any attention upon themselves.
Their man had finally put in an appearance, and it wasn't hard to confirm their suspicions it was indeed Ronald Harrison, he stood at exactly 6 feet and 1 inch; with a somewhat lean body and long black hair that trailed in a ponytail down his back, and dark gray eyes set in a tan face. His face was anything but calm as he took notice of the two men slowly making their way towards him and he had taken a few steps back, heading towards the backdoor of the nightclub ever so slowly, a few moments later, he'd slipped out into the alleyway with Ryo in hot pursuit.
Dee hadn't been far behind, and was currently trying to locate the suspect and his missing partner, damned if he was going to take the loss of both so easily. A high-pitched scream of pain caught his ears' notice, and he continued on, following the sound until he'd come to a residential street.
The source of the commotion found, the detective took in the sight of Ryo kneeling against Harrison, knee buried in the man's back, and holding an ashen hand with one of fingers bend at an odd angle, a revolver lay about a foot away, and seeing as Ryo hadn't been armed in the first place, it could only be Harrison's.
"You broke his finger?" Dee asked in disbelief as he kneeled beside the pair, glancing at the suspect's pained face and sparing no empathetic feelings for the man. "Hardly, I'm trying to keep him from injuring himself farther. He tried to climb up a fire escape, and this happened when I attempted to pull him down."
Seeing Dee acknowledge the information with a curt nod, Ryo was relieved to see the beginning of flashing lights, obviously back up arriving to take the suspect off their hands.
The man beneath Ryo bucked, muttering curses underneath his breath as he struggled to get the Japanese-American off him, Harrison drew his leg up and kicked at the man's knee, drawing a pained groan from his captor but little else. Gritting his teeth, Ronald rolled, suppressing a scream when another of his fingers cracked upon itself as he tore his hand away from the cop's, and managed to get to his feet, breathing heavily. The flashing lights were getting closer, and Harrison set off on a frantic run, completely forgetting his weapon that laid not two feet away.
The night sky let out a low rumble before drops of rain began to cascade upon the residential street, slowly encasing the pavement below in sleek wetness, biting back yet another curse, Dee drew his weapon and closed one eye, forcing his breathing down to an even level, as he began to concentrate. Ryo had told him to pursue the suspect, and he would eventually catch up after informing back up of what had taken place, though Dee wished his partner was in his place instead of him: he was the sharpshooter after all. Praying his aim was true; he fired, receiving a satisfying howl of pain as the body ahead of him collapsed.
Coming nearer to Harrison, Dee allowed himself a smug smile as the knee he'd set his sights on were bleeding heavily, allowing the suspect no more use of it, he wouldn't be running anytime soon.
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Two days later. Friday evening�
"Are you sure he's not going to take advantage of my absence and molest you?" Bikky asked with a suspicious glare thoroughly grounded in Dee's general direction, when the detective has offered him two tickets to a movie theater nearby, his sixth sense had screamed foul play. His heels were dug into the small hallway leading to the front door, and he gazed at Ryo steadily as he waited for an answer.
Said man heaved a sigh as he stood in the kitchen doorway, leading against frame before he knelt in front of the teenager. "He'll do nothing of the kind, I promise. Now, hasn't Cal waited long enough?"
Bikky glanced at the watch on his wrist, double taking when he saw the time; then casting one last glower Dee's way, he exited the apartment.
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The bed mattress compressed with the sudden weight of another body, and ever so slowly, Ryo turned his head to watch Dee from the corner of his eye, the man sat just a few feet away, on the other side of the bed, invisible from the knees down as his legs were dangled just over the covered edge. Ryo himself was seated on the far right of the mattress, back pressed against the board of the bed as if the world was on the verge of collapsing and this was the last refuge, the last support that was in existence.
A head full of raven locks shifted, and dark emerald eyes met his gaze from across the small space between them, a question buried in those depths; the devil-may-care attitude and ever-present sarcastic nature was no long evident in his body language, he looked very solemn, which was quite unlike Dee.
Ryo choked on the words before they stumbled out, cleared his suddenly sore throat, and hazarded a try once more, they came out clear this time, despite the fact he was trembling inside with anticipation and more than a little anxiety, unlike his partner, he had absolutely no experience in this area, and couldn�t fathom what to expect.
Dee had been gentle in his ministrations before, mostly because Ryo had become a little skittish the past few days. �Yes, I�m sure.� Then a long moment of pregnant silence before he spoke again. �I trust you.�
The ends of Dee�s mouth slowly quirked upwards, and twisted in a sly smile, before Ryo could scarcely draw in a breath, he was suddenly on his back, both of his partner�s hands just resting on the sides of his skull; Ryo looked up into Dee�s gaze, and met a pair of green eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness surrounding them, much like a cat�s.
He looked as if he had just successfully cornered a mouse, and was about to consume his quarry with all the gusto he�d expended catching it, why did Ryo suddenly feel like he was the metaphorical mouse?
Dee lowered his head, brushing his nose against Ryo�s briefly as his mouth lightly kissed the corner of the Japanese-American�s. Ryo shivered at that small tentative touch, very glad he was lying down at the moment, for if he hadn�t, he was quite sure his legs would have crumpled beneath him; as if to counteract that gentle caress, Dee almost violently pressed his mouth against Ryo�s, demanding entry with near bruising pressure, the sharpshooter complied before he could form thoughts about the task, his libido crushing his consciousness with brutal determination.
So lost in the sensation of the meeting of the two mouths, tongues teasing each other, delving deeper still into the wet cavity above him, Ryo nearly started when a warm hand pressed against the base of his spine.
Dee�s mouth slipped over Ryo�s chin and slid down his throat leaving a moist trail and playful little nips as it traveled, pausing only at his top of his buttoned shirt. Using his spare hand, Dee freed Ryo�s chest from the confines of his shirt and immediately took advantage of the bared skin, planting his talented mouth on a half-erect nipple.
Ryo struggled to breathe normally as he gasped, unable to hold back a cry as Dee continued that tortuous deed, pausing only to torment the other nub with the same treatment, by the time, Dee had moved to his stomach, Ryo�s hands compressed of their accord, and clutched the sheets covering the bed with a death grip, fingers nearly ashen.
Once Dee had discarded the jeans that denied him sight of the proof his ministrations were actually taking effect, he stopped for a moment to take it the sight of this willing body beneath him, Ryo�s head was thrown back, and his breathing was bordering on the uneven side though it was slowly returning to normal.
His pale face was flushed, skin nearly translucent with the amount of blood compressed beneath the surface, Dee obliged himself to a self-contented smile, then tucked a thumb into the rim of Ryo�s boxer shorts, retrieving his other hand from the man�s back.
My heart�s going to hammer itself into pieces, Ryo thought as slightly frigid hands moved away from his heated body to toss the piece of clothing whenever it happened to land, he�d only had just begun to piece together another thought when a tongue licked against the tip of Ryo�s manhood, and suddenly everything went blank, wiped clean within a second�s time.
The world centered on that warm gifted mouth in the middle of his legs, hands caressing the sides of his thighs lightly, and the building pressure that gathered within him; Ryo was murmuring underneath his breath, whether the words were in English or Japanese, he couldn�t tell, couldn�t bring himself to care actually. He saw shredded streams of white ribbons when that pressure released swiftly, violently, tearing a strangled cry from his throat.
Licking his lips, Dee propped himself up on his elbows as he observed the heaving chest of Ryo�s, a slight sheen of sweat glistening on the skin, the pupils within Ryo�s eyes had rapidly expended, creating an oddly alien gaze that met his from across the valley of the pale man�s flesh. Unable to withstand the urge anymore, Dee straddled the body beneath him across the hips, kissing Ryo roughly, very aware the proof of the sharpshooter�s seed still lingered on his lips.
Ryo, however, was too dazed to care as he fought to crawl down from the pedestal of pleasure, and leisurely contentment, he wanted to return these feelings but hands on his wrists prohibited him from shifting one inch of his body. A light kiss was laid on the corner of his mouth, and as Dee chuckled on top of him, it briefly occurred to the sharpshooter that Dee had abandoned his clothes long ago. �We�ve got all night to experiment, Ryo.�
However strongly Ryo was reacting to his attentions, this was the real ordeal, pulling the wet fingers of his hand from his mouth, Dee latched an arm underneath Ryo�s left leg, and positioned him closer, lightly skimming his back as he near his partner�s buttocks, after taking a quick glance at his partner�s, Dee braved on, running a thumb over the sensitive opening and prodded it lightly.
A sharp gasp escaped his throat as a finger entered him, and Ryo squirmed battling the urge to not push back upon the invader, and clamber away in haste, then fingernails scraped down the line of his spine, and the dilemma was promptly solved as his body arched, welcoming the feeling as yet another finger joined the one within him already.
His patience was rewarded when the body against him shuddered as his fingers glazed that sweet spot all men seemed to possess, speculating it was now or never, Dee made sure he was coated generously, and after positioning his painfully erect member, he pushed the tip in hesitantly, afraid of tearing Ryo but after a pregnant moment continued, driving farther and farther until he was buried up to the hilt.
Ryo took several moments to allow his body time to re-master the art of breathing, inhale, exhale, repeat, repeat, and repeat. It had hurt; a deep burning sensation when he�d first pushed in, but that soon faded and strangely enough, it was comforting to be joined against Dee�s body.
Then Dee began thrusting, and each and every time, he withdraw, Ryo begun to feel a void, a wide deep chasm that was filled to the rim with ice. Upon every union, some of the ice would melt and fall to the ground, and upon climax, would no doubt create a hot streaming puddle of liquid underneath them.
Ryo was mewling, grasping, making every little sound his lungs could muster under the onslaught of Dee�s momentum, words came to his lips, were half-formed and then died after one uttered syllable. If you had inquired what his name was, he wouldn�t have been able to tell you, much less form a coherent response.
Some of the noises the man was creating (or trying to) were muffled as Dee�s mouth pressed against his, with a bruising intensity that Ryo gladly returned. Finally, his body deigned him entry into the gates of paradise and he felt the release of his seed splutter across both his and Dee�s bellies.
Dee soon followed suit, panting wildly as he struggled to get his breathing under some sort of control, he nearly collapsed right then and there in exhaustion, but out of consideration for the body in front of him, he managed to roll to the left side of Ryo, flinging an arm over his forehead as his eyes came to rest on the ceiling above him.
�Can you give a repeat performance?� Came the nearly inaudible whisper, and Dee could only laugh half-heartedly, turning his head to regard Ryo questionably. Half-lidded eyes met his gaze, and Ryo merely nodded at his unvoiced inquiry. Yes, he had enjoyed it.
�Ryo, can you get up?� Dee asked only to find his limbs wouldn�t cooperate in facilitating him with the task of sitting up, when Ryo beside him made no response, he slid off the bed, padding across the bedroom floor, breaking off only to find a towel to cover himself up with.
When Dee had momentarily exited the room, and stopped becoming a distraction, Ryo put some thought in the matter of his feelings for his partner, and as more and more instances, signs, and such made themselves in his slow recollection of memory, the Japanese-American laughed to himself for a moment, then smiled, whispering �of course, why didn�t I realize it before?�
As Dee wandered back into the bedroom carrying a wet towel, Ryo sat up, somewhat sore body making its damages known, he was merely dead weight when his boyfriend, well, lover ran the warm cloth over his thighs, wiping away all the bodily fluids. �You bastard,� Ryo cursed out playfully, jerking the moist cloth away from Dee�s grasp and hauling him onto the bed.
�I know how you managed to win me over now,� He elaborated, echoing raven-haired man�s earlier actions as Ryo ran the wet towel over his lover�s body.
�Oh, and how did I do that?� Dee inquired; playing along with Ryo�s game as the sharpshooter discarded the soiled towel and then lay down on Dee�s right shoulder, pulling the sheet and covers over the pair.
"Each and every time you stole a kiss from me, you took a piece of my heart with it, until in time you'd managed to accumulate enough slithers to make up the entirety of my heart."
"�And that means?"
A soft sigh of exasperation slipped from Ryo's lips as he lightly pinched a portion of Dee's flesh in retaliation. "It means I love you, idiot."
"Ryo�" The American pulled the man nearer, burying his face in the crook of Ryo's shoulder; then Dee noticed his boyfriend's breathing began to deeper, and even out, he lightly poked the Japanese-American�s shoulder.
Ryo blinked slowly, taking in the tan expanse of flesh embedded against him, though Dee, however, seemed to have forgotten what he was about to say, and merely pressed his mouth to his partner�s, apparently determined to say in his message in actions instead of words, and Ryo couldn�t bring himself to be terribly bothered by that.
To Be Continued�
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