Disclaimer: I would be FAKE if I said I owned FAKE
Warning: Very Very Implied…fun
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Dee fingered his lover's belt loop, pulling the blushing uke closer to him. "Tell me, what do you wanna do tonight?" He purred, his steamy breath on his pink cheek.
"Uh..." The half Japanese man mumbled, glancing at the suddenly interesting, hotel floor. Ryo's hands dangled at his side, twitching faintly with excitement. "Did we solve that case...um...with that...uh...guy?"
"Yea, that was yesterday. I begged Boss to give us this vacation..." Dee snaked his hand up Ryo's stomach, watching in humor as his partner tried to suppress a moan and squeeze his eyes shut. "So we could take a break from...playing cops."
Realizing how dirty that sounded, Ryo bit his lip, drawing blood. Dee smirked and dropped his face so they were eye level. After a few agonizingly slow moments, he ran his hot tongue across Ryo's lips, licking the warm liquid and relieving him of the slight pain.
"Dee...the ki-kids..." Ryo mumbled as Dee kissed the crook of his neck tenderly.
Hearing the children's giggles outside, Dee smiled and ran his tongue up his cheek as his other hand unbuttoned Ryo's jeans.
"Let them listen..."
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"Told you," Cal smirked, removing her ear from the wall and flashing her smile at her best friend. "I knew he would get RyRo tonight." Her partner-in-crime didn't even need that announcement; the heavy pants and moans as well as the thumps from the other side of the door said it all.
"Ugh," Bikky groaned in aggravation. Brushing his blonde bangs back; he snatched a ten-dollar bill from his pocket. "Here."
Cal grabbed the bill just as one of the police-probably Dee-yelled out, "I didn't know you were this good!"
"God, I love our bets on their sex-lives."
"Hehe...me too."
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Oh, those little perverts! *smiles* This is my first FAKE fic, so be nice please. Should I make one with Cal/Bikky? Let me know!
