A/N: Just a short vignette, essentially plotless, born of my frustration with the lack of Ryo on top. I can't write sex scenes to save my life, so you'll have to make do with innuendo. Takes place shortly after "Like, like, love" - in other words, Ryo and Dee have just moved in together, and Bikky has moved to Los Angeles to attend college.
Disclaimer: Ryo Mclean, Dee Laytner and the rest of the FAKE cast belong to Sanami Matoh.
Revenge
I hate these courses, Dee thought, moving on his seat in a futile effort to ease his discomfort. He loved his job, but every now and then someone higher up would decide that the detectives needed to learn about something or other, and then some boring "expert" would come and drone their ears off for hours. Dee had no idea what the man was saying, what his name was or ever what the subject matter was. Intellectually, he knew that he should be paying attention, but that was much harder in reality.
Dee cast a sideways glance at his partner (in every sense of the word, yes!). Ryo was bent over his notepad, dutifully taking notes. His light brown hair was obscuring the eye closest to Dee, who had to restrain himself from tucking it behind Ryo's ear. Dee squirmed in his seat again, and reminded himself that a lot of his discomfort was Ryo's fault.
Finally, the droner - sorry, lecturer - suggested that they take a fifteen minute break. Dee was out of his seat in an instant, wincing slightly at the soreness in his ass. He made his way out to the hallway and over to the water tank, drawing a plastic cup of cool, clear water.
Ryo sidled up to him. "Bored, Dee?" he asked neutrally.
Dee glared. "This is your idea of revenge, isn't it?" he asked pointedly.
Ryo looked at him innocently. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he said. "I didn't make you come to this course. It was compulsory."
Dee dismissed him with an impatient wave of his hand. "That's not what I meant, and you know it. I meant this morning."
"I thought you liked it both ways," Ryo replied. "If you were afraid of being sore when we were going to sit for so long, you could have said no."
That drew a short snort from Dee. "Yeah, right. When was the last time I said no?"
Ryo finally turned to face him fully, with a big smile. "Five months ago, and that was because you saw through me. I should know better than to try to get out of watching a Knicks game."
"So you admit that you planned this as revenge for the chocolate syrup?"
Ryo's smile faded. "Dee, if you have to be creative, do you have to use our only set of silk sheets? I would've thought they were enough by themselves. Now they're ruined. I can't get the stains out of them."
Dee grinned at him. "Next time, we'll use boring old sheets - throw-away worthy sheets. Then all you have to think about is me," he started circling around Ryo until he was behind him, "you," he leaned in close, "and chocolate," he whispered.
"Mind yourself in public," Ryo whispered back. "We've got to go back in."
All in all, Dee reflected as he took his seat again, he didn't really mind Ryo's idea of revenge.
THE END