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Dee's POV

I had spent months working undercover for the coke bust. I had worked my way up in the typical way, but of course some things I did I knew might have tipped them off I was a cop. The little automatic law-enforcer that had grown behind my eyeballs was the one to blame for the way I dutifully stooped to check for a pulse on one of the members of my "gang" after he had been shot in a firefight with a rival gang. Ryo had injected that crazy little beast in there with all his saintly behavior. I didn't think he would influence me to the point of borderline-endangerment on the job, but he had good intentions.

Aside from a few other instances, I had successfully played off the "coke-head gang member" character to a tee. That could have possibly been because of my childhood street smarts resurfacing. When offered a line or one of those little spoons full of cocaine, I was able to decline saying 'No thanks man, just had some on my way over.' Or something to that effect. I managed to keep my speech fast enough to pass off, and quite frankly deserve an Oscar for my performance of coming down. I had witnessed it once in some perp we had picked up and held in a holding cell until he was released to his parents, him being underage, and picked up for strange behavior.

It was obvious Ryo was worried about the whole situation, he had offered to go undercover in my place, but I had convinced him that he was too honest, his eyes always gave him away.

I thought of that night, the way he had pouted at me until I couldn't help teasing him further about his honesty, making him throw his pillow at me playfully. I sat around the table, playing drug-addict charades with the boss of the "company," and thought about the wrestling that had ensued, then of course, the way I couldn't resist bringing my lips to his soft, light shoulder, his mouth on my neck, his hot breath in my ear. I shivered appropriately, just as the suitcase of powder was turned so I could see it from my seat next to the boss.

Boss Man opened one of the bags, pulled the spoon out of his breast pocket, dipped it on in, as I had watched him do a dozen times, brought it to his nose and sucked it up gracefully.

"Good. That's good." He muttered, handing me the spoon and setting the bag in front of me. "Have some, kid."

"I'm good actually, sir." I said so only he could hear. Only he and the microphone taped to me. I had wormed my way in so tightly, the boss had told the men that were going to search me that it wasn't necessary; that he trusted me and that should be enough for them.

Boss stared at me as if I had been caught trying to murder his mother, whom he loved dearly, he constantly mentioned.

"Do you know how many street rats I've had sit next to me during such important deals, Dee? Do you know how many little cunts have been offered to use out of my bag? Show some fuckin' respect. Not to mention the fact you're offending our friends who were kind enough to come out of their way for us."

Rage flushed my cheeks. 'Screw your friends, you can take your respect and shove it-'

I almost punched him in the face, talking to me like I was no better than the assholes sitting across the table from us. Like I was lower than them. I almost blew my cover, but quickly regained my composure. Tossing my training and regard for the consequences aside, I scooped a small pile of coke into the spoon covered one of my nostrils and snorted it.

I had never done cocaine before. As a teen I had smoked my fair share of pot, but after Jess' death I straightened myself out substance-wise. I sighed when I sat back. At least I had done it right, judging by the way Mr. Pisshead was nodding at me while he took back his spoon. I hadn't spilled any, which could have completely given me away. My hands were shaking and I couldn't remember when exactly the boys in blue were going to be storming in. I unconsciously glanced at the doors I knew they would be coming from.

The suitcase was snapped shut, making me jump a little, and the money, which they had already viewed, was slid over to them. The instant the other guy touched the faux leather the doors slammed open, making me fly backwards in my chair as if I had stuck a fork in the light socket that was suddenly right next to my head.

In a flash I was on my feet, gun drawn, pointing it at whoever was closest, which was luckily the boss man that had insulted me, not one of the police officers now flooding the place, forcing the dealers into cuffs. Ryo was next to me, cuffing the boss.

"It's alright, Dee, you can put your gun away, it's over." He said gently to me. The other dealers were being led out, I stood there dumbly, heart racing behind my rib cage.

"Dee, what the hell is this?!" That piece of shit was yelling as he was being led away by Drake, who offered to take him from Ryo.

"A bust, what does it look like?" I snapped, "Show my co-workers a little 'fuckin' respect,' you little cunt!"

"Dee, you can put your gun away." Ryo said calmly, touching my arm. My gun was still clenched in my fist, hanging at my side. I moved to return it to where it had been tucked into the back of my pants. My hands were shaking so badly I felt like I was going to accidentally pull the trigger and shoot my ass off. "Are you okay, Dee? You look tense."

"I'm fine. That asshole made me use that shit." This sentence came out in a rush, then Rose came up to us. "What do you want?" I growled, anything but prepared to have to swap banter with him.

"I heard it on the microphone, you know protocol." Berkley said coolly, pissing me off with his attitude and the way his eyes seemed glued to Ryo, even when he spoke to me.

"Well, it was either that or blow my cover!" I was yelling, about to lunge forward, his throat between my hands, and for an instant I got such a vivid mental image of Rose struggling while I strangled him that I thought I was actually doing it, until I felt Ryo's cool hands on my shoulders.

"Look, Rose, let me just take him home. He really needs a little time to himself. This case has been so rough on him…" Ryo gave Berkley a pleading look and Berkley faltered.

"If you think its best, Ryo." He answered, turning dismissively to watch while the evidence was taken from the table.


"Can you believe that guy?" I was ranting at Ryo in his car on our way to his apartment, mine being too messy for his taste. "He acts like he's so high and mighty- I worked my ass off on this case, you know that! If it had been anyone else- first of all, he wouldn't have said anything about protocol, it's like taking a bullet, but not as painful, I can't feel nose, or my face. Secondly, before I get too far off topic, shit I forgot what I was saying." I ran my hand through my hair in frustration, then ran it through my hair again. Keeping myself moving felt like my goal because every time I moved I felt a wave of well-being. I went quiet, feeling the back of my throat going cold. "The drip," I'd heard that called.

"You should take it easy, Dee." I watched Ryo for a moment and we pulled up to his apartment.

"We're here already?" I asked. "Oh, I remember what I was going to say! If it was anyone but you who said they wanted to take me home instead of going through all that ridiculous shit, he would have said no!"

We were climbing the stairs but I couldn't remember getting out of the car, or if Ryo had responded to what I had said. I watched him struggle to find his key in the dim lighting of the hall, and he had the sweetest face, frustrated and quizzical, it gave me the strongest urge to watch those lips on me, around me, sucking, that soft chin dripping with my cum.

I had him against the wall in an instant, his keys hit the floor and my hands were at his belt, fighting with it.

"Dee, wait!" Ryo cried, trying to get my hands off of him, "Dee, cut it out! Dee!" He managed to squirm away from my claws and my ravenous mouth.

"What? What's wrong?" My words came out like a demand and Ryo gave me a hurt face while he wiped my sticky saliva off his face.

"'What's wrong?'" He repeated. "You know I don't want my neighbors to know-"

"Fuck your neighbors, what do they care? What do you care that they care?" I tried for those lips again. Ryo tried to hold me back.

"Dee! I do care!" I abruptly took my hands off him. I had upset him. Ryo bent down to get his keys and I grabbed his hips roughly, but stopped because I didn't want to piss him off any more than I already had. "Let me go." He said softly, and I obeyed.

He pushed the door open and flicked the lights on. Not even looking in a mirror, I knew my pupils had not reacted to the light against the lighting of the hall because I didn't even blink. Ryo had gone into the kitchen, I watched while he pulled his jacket off, his strong shoulders straining his gun holster. I kicked the door shut and locked it.

"Ryo, come here." I cooed. He wasn't at all as eager as I was, so I was going to have to seduce him tonight. I needed it.

"Just a moment, Dee." I listened while he took off his holster and he came around the corner. "Yes?"

"Come here." I beckoned him to me, pulled him close, ran my trembling fingers through his hair and met his lips with mine. Ryo pulled back and laced his fingers in mine, trying to pull me to his bedroom. "No, here." I said, pulling him back.

"Here?" He quizzed. I nodded and tried to guide him down onto his knees. "Wait, Dee, what are you trying to do?"

'Mm, I want you to suck me." I breathed into his ear.

"Not like this, it's humiliating."

"No one's around."

"It's demeaning; I don't want to do it like that."

"Ryo-"

"Look, Dee, I know you're on cocaine, so it's not really you talking right now, so I wont get angry, but its not right to do it like that, okay? Let's just go to my bedroom, okay? It'll be better in there, I promise." I nodded again, hungry for anything I could get.

I hurried in there, Ryo in tow, and shut the door. I pushed against him and kissed everything I could reach, leaving streaks of spit across his cheeks, up his neck.

I pushed him onto the bed.

"Whoa! Careful Dee, you could have hurt me." I stood over him, unbuttoning my shirt, unzipping my pants.

"Sorry." I said, but I didn't mean it. He wouldn't have gotten hurt; he landed on a mattress for god's sake! I dropped my pants, finally letting my painful erection free. I felt a tug at my chest and Ryo laughed. The microphone and the recording device hung from me.

"You still have the microphone taped to you, silly." He moved to come up close to pull it off. I winced as his hands reached for the tape.

"Shit, I got it, I got it." I muttered, batting his hands away and roughly ripping the cold object off my skin. I didn't feel a thing and it hit the ground with a thud. I crawled up to hover over Ryo, panting into his neck while I pulled at his buttons.

"Shouldn't we turn the mic off?" Ryo worried.

"No, just leave it." I kissed him to take his mind off it, so I wouldn't be interrupted.

Ryo's hands worked at his own fly while I heaved myself against him, my breath was getting heavier and louder, and I finally managed to get his shirt off. I attacked his nipples with a ferocity I hadn't even known I possessed. After a few fierce seconds of my mouth on him he had dark red patches across his chest and those pink little nubs were nearly raw. "Touch me." I moaned, bringing his hand to where I needed him most. Ryo caressed me gently for a moment before stroking the fire that was consuming me.

"Dee-" He groaned. With a little wiggling and tugging his pants and both of our pairs of underwear were shed.

"Suck me now." I demanded. Ryo rolled onto me and slipped himself off the side of the bed, linking my knees over his shoulders. When he took me in his mouth I nearly choked on all the liquid the glands in my mouth were producing. I thrust up into his mouth, staring, watching while he tortured me with his tongue. I felt the tight, hot knot deep in my belly- the sign of an impending orgasm- but I couldn't let everything I was feeling go that easily. "God, Ryo- I wanna fuck you- ah- Let me- Let me-"

Ryo obediently climbed up and I set him the way I wanted him, facing me, legs up over my hips. I was slick enough from his mouth, so I was able to sink right into him without all the lubrication nonsense.

"Dee- Dee-" Ryo groaned. "God, you're so hard- "

"You're so beautiful…" Every time I opened my mouth to grunt or moan a line of thick ropey spittle dripped down onto Ryo's light chest. "So gorgeous-" I was actually groaning about what I was feeling, but Ryo figured I was talking to him, so he smiled a little, telling me he loved me. When he sighed for me to go deeper I had no complaints. I sunk in to the hilt. I felt the knot again, and started pounding into Ryo as hard as I could; the only thing on my mind was reaching that place. I knew I was reaching the point of physical exhaustion; I always seemed to get there just before I come, but I didn't feel it coming on. My muscles, my entire body burned with the effort of keeping myself going, the burning almost distracted me, then Ryo guided my hand to his dripping cock and I pulled at him, hoping he would come with me. I thrust hard and fast, until the leftover spit that had been allowing our pleasure was no longer quite enough.

"Ow, Dee, wait-"

"I can't- I'm close, baby-" I panted, trying to push deeper.

"Dee, you're hurting me!" I ignored him, even though I knew I should stop, I was just so close-

"Wait, wait, I'm almost there-" I thrust again and again, but I didn't seem to get any closer to the end.

"Dee! Stop!" He yelled at me. That's when I got a brilliant idea. I stopped pushing and sped up the hand I had been stroking him with.

"You're still full Ryo, I'll just watch, come for me, babe." Ryo's body writhed under me, flexing and he thrust himself up into my hand, his dark eyes clouded over in ecstasy. I used both hands, one to hold his head toward me, so I could watch each pearl of pre-cum as it dripped out of the slit, the other to side his foreskin back, pulling the slit into a small O. If I had been flexible enough, my tongue would have been right there alongside each drop, but I didn't have to bother because soon Ryo's voice was heightening, begging for me to finish him off. A few moments before I assumed he would come I started to push, trying again to get myself off. His voice took on another quality and he came hard, his cum smattering my chest and neck. The tightening of his muscles around me and that sexy, pained look under those sweat-soaked bangs finally pushed me over the edge. I exploded inside my precious Ryo and dropped off to his side.

My heart was pounding harder rather than slowing, like it should have been.

"Thank god Bikky's not here tonight." I grunted.

"Oh my gosh, Bikky!" Ryo cried. "I completely forgot he was here!"

"He's here?" I asked dumbly.

"He's supposed to be. Stay here, let me check." Ryo pried himself off the bed, pulled on a pair of sweat pants and headed to the next room.

The little brat was probably traumatized after listening in on Daddy Dee and Daddy Ryo having crazy, drug-induced sex. My throat was suddenly parched and I felt like it was absolutely necessary to consume a particular colorless, nearly flavorless liquid.

I went into the bathroom that was joined with Ryo's room and cleaned myself off before donning a towel. I wandered out just as Ryo came out of Bikky's room, Bikky not far behind.

"Ew! At least put some clothes on afterward!" Bikky shrieked upon seeing me.

"Shut up, monkey! I know you think I'm drop dead sexy!" I growled, pulling him into a headlock and giving him a noogie.

"Get off me, pervert!" I laughed loudly, letting him go.

"Guys, the neighbors." Ryo warned.

"Jeez, that hurt!" Bikky was saying, rubbing his neck while I got myself a glass of water. "Don't get one for me or anything." The brat complained, elbowing me out of the way while I downed the whole glass.

I was sweating more than I ever have making love to anyone, aside from the first time with Ryo. But that was nerves, not drugs. I hadn't even been quite that horny since puberty. I liked it. And being able to keep going for so long, and how fantastic every movement had felt. It was almost like everything, every touch, the feeling of each muscle moving- was like a miniature orgasm in itself.

"How are you feeling, Dee?" Ryo asked concernedly from where he leaned at the counter with his glass of juice.

"I actually feel damn good." Bikky made a face at me.

"Hungry?" I filled my glass again.

"No." Ryo shook his head and stared hard at me.

"But you're always hungry after sex."

"OK!" Bikky yelled, "I'm going to bed before you can talk any more about the gross things that sicko does to you. G'night Ryo." Bikky kissed him on the cheek, making me snicker.

"You don't want know what I did to Ryo's face tonight." I told him.

Bikky gave me a horrified face and wiped his mouth furiously before gargling with his water and glaring at me all the way back into his room.

"That wasn't very nice, Dee. Poor kid."

"That 'poor kid' happens to hate me. Maybe you've forgotten."

"He doesn't really hate you. He's just trying to be tough."

"I know." I did know, It was exactly the way I was when I was his age. "So." I started, leaning next to Ryo. "Did he hear everything?"

"No, I found him with his headphones on full-blast, and his hands over them."

"Poor kid." I smirked, then shivered. "Ooh, its cold in here. Could I turn up the heater?"

"It's not cold. You're probably starting to come down." I rubbed my arms, trying to generate heat in them only to find the cold had somehow seeped under my skin. My skin was hot, but underneath it I felt like I was freezing.

Ryo guided into his room, under the covers. It was no warmer there. I shivered while he cuddled with me. My stomach started hurting after a while, but by that time Ryo had drifted off and I didn't want to disturb him. I didn't sleep at all the whole night, but when Ryo's alarm woke him and I sat up to shower with him I felt fine, as if I had slept the whole night through.


TBC…

Hey hey! So we made it through chapter one pretty good, eh? Hope all you kiddies enjoy-ed it mighty good. R&R please!