Disclaimer: FAKE is not mine. I make no money off of writing these stories. This is purely for my enjoyment as well as yours. Don't sue me. I SWEAR I HAVE NO MONEY!

A/N: YESSSS! I'm going to have the BEST time writing this one! WOOHOO! As you may know, this is the sequel to my other story called "Insecurity". If you have not read that yet, please do so or YOU WILL BE LOST. Anyways, I was originally going to write my first DrakexJJ fic and leave it at that, but I got such rave reviews it spurred me to write this one. I got the idea and ran with it.

I'm changing my style a little bit. A few people have remarked that my emotional scenes went by too fast for them to be good. So, I'm putting in less angst, the same sap, and a LOT more humor. No one has really shot me down for that yet, so I'm guessing that it doesn't suck. Tell me if it does.

THIS STORY PICKS UP ABOUT A YEAR AND A HALF LATER OF WHERE "INSECURITY" STOPPED! PLEASE REALIZE THAT TIME HAS PASSED! Thank you.

Warning: THIS CONTAINS SHONEN AI/YAOI/SLASH. THAT MEANS TWO MEN SHARING INTIMATE MOMENTS TOGETHER! There will be limes so watch out people! And since you're reading FAKE, you should have already expected this.

Warning #2: I'm using some colorful language. Deal with it.

Pairings: Drake and JJ (the main attraction), Ryo and Dee, Ted and Janet, others maybe if I feel like it

Thoughts are in italics

So... let's get started ne?

Butterfly

Chapter 1:

Two weary officers stepped into their New York apartment. Sore and exhausted, they slid out of their shoes and shrugged off their jackets before collapsing onto their sofa. It had been aggravating enough that criminals always chose the hottest days of summer to commit their crimes, but on top of that, the air conditioner at the 27th precinct was broken. One stuffy room, filled with four sweaty men, was not their ideal working environment.

JJ turned his head to the right to glance at Drake. The blonde's eyes were closed and he was deep breathing to relax his over worked body. Only when the smaller man let out a snort of laughter did two hazel eyes blink open lazily.

"And what's so amusing hmm?" asked Drake.

JJ just grinned as he groped around for Drake's hand and then held it to his chest. "Us, Drake. We're so unexpectedly compatible."

"Oh, brother," Drake mumbled as he gave his partner's hand a fleeting squeeze, "Should I be flattered or insulted?"

"Well, neither really," JJ answered after a moment of contemplation, "We can both be grateful 'kay?"

Drake gave him a warm smile before he closed his eyes again.

They had been together for over a year and a half now. Their routines melded into one as they had worked with each other to adapt. Drake had agreed to move into JJ's apartment after very little debate. It was no secret that JJ had the better location, better facilities, better accommodations, and pretty much better everything, but Drake just wanted to be closer to him in any way possible. If he had to give up his current rat hole for the luxury of all JJ had to offer, then so be it. As long as he could wake up with his face buried in a mound of silver hair and the smell of coffee wafting in from the kitchen, the situation of sharing an apartment would be no problem.

Once Drake had completely moved into JJ's high-rise, it only took about a week for it to become common knowledge that they were boyfriends. Of course, it helped that Drake had posted a memo about his new whereabouts on the public bulletin board for everyone to see. He felt that it was important to JJ for him to make this relationship as open as possible. And hell, if I have to come out of the closet, might as well burst out with a bang.

Not everyone at the police department was pleased about their newfound attraction. It bothered Drake at first, when a few of his acquaintances gave him the cold shoulder, but he quickly got over it. No need to waste concern on those he really didn't like in the first place. Besides the few people who were ignoring the couple, there was only one outright retaliation. The incident being when someone had spray painted "FAG" on the side of Drake's car. JJ was furious and urged him to file a harassment report, but Drake just shrugged it off with a new paint job. Dee had told him that might happen and he was prepared to deal with it when the time came. What good would a report do when so many at Headquarters were prejudiced? It might just backfire on him by the committee replying that the accusation was unfounded, therefore putting a black mark on his record. In the end, Drake's car simply changed from blue to red and that was the last of the harassment.

Well, at least the harassment about his sexuality.

Apparently Drake snored, which he thoroughly denied, and JJ was a light sleeper. The combination triggered more than just a few heated arguments. They settled on a compromise, JJ would wear ear plugs and Drake would wear a nose strip. Neither were very attractive, bur if it meant that they would get a good night sleep in the same bed, they'd try it. And fortunately for them, it worked like a charm.

Then there was that other aspect of what they did in bed together. It had taken a while for Drake to work up the courage to go all the way, but JJ was patient enough. Through a progression of several nights, each time going a little bit farther than the night before, Drake found out all the joys of making love with another man. A little painful, a little uncomfortable, but all in all something that would definitely grow on him.

And now after a more than a year of experimenting and learning, he wouldn't have it any other way. In fact, he wouldn't want anything he had now to change. It was perfect the way it was.

"JJ," Drake muttered while he nudged him with his foot, "Go make dinner. It's your turn."

"Aw, Drake," JJ whined, "I'm too tired. You go cook something, you're better than I am anyways."

"No! Not only have I made all the meals for the past three days, I had to do laundry by myself again this week. Nope, it's your turn."

"But Drakey, I had to go and start the Webber case alone this morning because you had a doctor's appointment."

"Oh, by the way, how's that going?"

"It's frustrating. No evidence to lock him away, even though EVERYONE knows he's dealing ecstasy and meth," JJ sighed.

"Yeah, I head about that. Every single time we think we've got him possessing something, it disappears."

"Yup. So I was on the phone all morning trying to track down any leads."

"I'm sorry, sounds like you had a rough day," Drake drawled sarcastically.

"Does that mean you will-"

"No, get off your gorgeous ass and make something."

There were a few instances when Drake took his stubbornness to a whole new level. At first it had infuriated JJ to no end. He just fumed whenever Drake dug in his heels and refused to listen to reason. Most of the time it was about his music, but occasionally he would become immovable on other topics. It seemed that this was one of those circumstances. However, time had taught JJ how to deal with these situations. You only get what you give.

"Please, Drake," JJ complained, "I really don't want to cook. My arms feel like they're going to fall off."

"Don't care. You won't get this one past me."

"I'll make breakfast tomorrow."

"No."

"I'll make breakfast and dinner tomorrow."

"Not happening."

"I'll make breakfast and dinner for the next five days."

"Pft," Drake grunted with disbelief, "That's what you say ALL the time and somehow I STILL end up as the one in the kitchen. Well, I'm not falling for it. Nothing can change my mind, and that's that!"

And crossing his arms over his chest, Drake stared JJ straight in the eye. I am going to stop being his doormat! He thinks that I will do anything for him if he gives me that look. That stops, right here, right now. Nothing he says is going to make me...

JJ bit his lower lip before saying, "If you make dinner tonight... I'll be uke for a week?"

Silence.

JJ tried to contain the smirk that was threatening to surface. With as much noise and stomping as possible, Drake trudged to the kitchen. Grumbling all sorts of profanities under his breath, he began to pull pans from cupboards and food from the pantry.

God Damnit! I'm cooking AGAIN! How can he keep doing this to me?! If I didn't have such a weakness for his adorable little ass... Fine! I'll just make sure I get my fair share this week. Unbelievable... no one knows how to push my buttons quite like JJ.

JJ laid out on the sofa, quietly laughing to himself. Got him again. Poor baby, I really don't play fair. It's just too easy when your lover has an inner sadist fetish.

His thoughts were interrupted when Drake bellowed, "I hope you fucking like chicken!" from the doorway.

"Of course I do baby. I like anything you make," JJ yelled back to the general direction of the kitchen. After a moment he added, "I love you grouch!"

He stifled another wave of mirth when Drake commented back, "Yeah, yeah. I love you too, you lazy bum."

A/N: Oh! I'm so happy! I'm getting back into the swing of things after my two week or so break. YAY! I just LOVE when Drake and JJ are together. They're so PRECIOUS! And remember to review for me please! I like to know how many people like my ideas, or don't like them for that matter.

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