Disclaimer: No, sadly, I still haven't gained ownerships rights of the
Fake boys over the past few weeks.
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Drake lightly traced his hand through JJ's sweat-drenched hair, gently running his fingers from behind his earlobe to the side of his chin. Both men lay naked, face to face, panting somewhat irregularly. Drake could feel JJ's heart beating a mile a minute, which, considering wasn't all that unusual for JJ. There was a slight breeze, cool but not exactly uncomfortable, that kept blowing the hair in JJ's eyes. Far below them the murmur of the never-resting bustle of the city could be heard. JJ was pressed tightly against Drake, and Drake could feel every muscle, ever fiber of his being, against him. Everything was so perfect. Drake wished he could stay like this forever. JJ rolled over and nuzzled back against Drake.
"Could you stop fidgeting? You're ruining my happy moment," Drake complained to JJ, who had shifted positions three times in the last minute.
"Aren't I a part of your happy moment?" JJ asked innocently as he turned over on his side. JJ rested his chin on Drake's shoulder and looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes.
"What in hell gave you that idea?" Drake growled. JJ grinned and began to nibble on the still recuperating Drake's shoulder. Drake honestly didn't know how the guy could still be so energetic. "Aren't you even the least bit tired? You're such a kid sometimes."
"Hey, I'm 32 now. You can't call me a kid any more," JJ said defensively. That's right; it had been ten years since JJ had first come to the station, shortly after Ryo. Could it really have been that long already? Drake winced when he thought of all the time he had wasted. All those times he could have just reached over and.No, JJ had spent that time worshiping Dee, so even if such ideas had crossed his mind, Drake never would have stood a chance. Only two years ago did JJ finally decide to give up his perusal of the dark-haired cop. Drake smiled as he recalled one of the many times JJ had tackled Dee to the floor.
"Are you thinking about me?" JJ jabbed his finger at his thoughtful partner's face.
"Of course not," Drake lied as he pushed JJ off of him. JJ tried to resist, but Drake easily untangled his arms and pushed him down on the floor besides him. JJ winced as he sat up. Drake propped himself up on his elbow. "Are you okay?" he asked with genuine concern in his eyes.
JJ nodded dismissively and smiled. "I'm just a tad sore is all."
Drake grinned. "That's not surprising."
"Don't flatter yourself, it's just that that was the first time I happened to use that orifice," JJ teased. Drake frowned. JJ giggled and threw his arms around his partner's neck. "I'm teasing. You're plenty proportionate to the rest of your body."
"Proportional is the word you used when you don't have anything nice to say." Drake's truism caused JJ to giggle even more. His damp hair fell in his face and hung at the corners of his eyes. God he looked beautiful. Drake felt himself stirring again. He ought to learn to practice a little more restraint, though. He still had to work with the guy, and he would never be able to concentrate if he let his mind be filled with such primal earthly matters. Then again, Dee and Ryo didn't seem to be having any problems. That is, unless you count that one month's time span when they kept making frequent runs to the file closet.
"I still love you, though."
JJ's comment brought Drake back to reality. He looked up into his partner's laughing blue eyes. As soon as he did so, more naughty images began to flood his mind. He did truly love JJ, he was sure of it, but he couldn't make the words come out. He had never been good at voicing his feelings. Maybe that's why he had had so much trouble with women. Still, he wanted JJ to know how much he cared. Drake opted to show JJ, rather than tell him. Who needs restraint, anyway?
Drake pulled JJ's head back and began to kiss his neck passionately as ran his hand lightly over the man's chest. JJ grinned and responded eagerly as Drake slowly worked his mouth down his chest, detouring momentarily at JJ's right nipple, then back to his chest, down to his abdomen, down to his-
JJ gasped has Drake's mouth closed around him. JJ was caught completely off guard. He knew where Drake was headed, but he didn't actually expect.maybe he was just.What the hell was wrong with him? JJ had a cute guy licking his penis, and all he could think about were his possible motives? Who cares! Think happy thoughts. God, his mouth was so warm.
And so he did for a few minutes, until the two were oh-so- rudely interrupted by too very sudden, very bright lights.
"Freeze," a cold voice said from behind them. This was not so great a position to be frozen in. Drake briefly wondered if the owner of the voice would mind if he removed JJ's penis from his mouth. Slowly, Drake did so and turned. Behind him stood two city police officers, one with a stupid grin plastered over his face, and the other looking severely pissed off.
"I hoped you enjoyed it while you could, because you guys are under arrest."
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JJ bounced around the back seat of the patrol car eagerly. He slipped his fingers through the grating and asked the officers to turn on the sirens for the umpteenth time. Drake was too busy brooding to take note of JJ's antics. This was beginning to unfold like a cliché sit-com.
The way Drake figured it, he and JJ were pretty lucky that the two cops didn't happened to work at the same station they did. Then again, the results would end up the same either way. He was just going to have to make sure he could cling on to as much pride as he possibly could throughout this ordeal. There was no way he regretted what he had just done with, or rather to, JJ.no, he just regretted getting caught.
The red-headed cop in the passengers seat, the one who had been pissed off since he and his partner discovered the two, interrupted Drake's thoughts by smacking JJ's fingers with his stick (no not that. We're out of naughty sex mode now). "Didn't I just tell you to sit your ass down? Disobeying an officer, that's another one I can tack on the list of many things I could charge you with. Is there anything else you would like to add?"
"How about not wearing a seatbelt?" the red-head's partner, a fairly boyish looking brunette in the driver's seat, added helpfully.
"Yeah, how would you like that?" the red-head threatened. The brunette coughed, and the red-head hurriedly buckled his own seat belt. "I don't want to hear it," red told his partner.
JJ giggled as Drake grabbed the loop of pants and pulled the younger man back into his seat. "Settle down. Geez, you'd think you'd never been in a squad car before."
"Never in the back," JJ chirped. "Hey, aren't we supposed to be handcuffed? They always get put in handcuffs on the TV. How come I'm not handcuffed?" JJ asked in a stream of questioning.
The red-headed cop just snarled. "You'd probably enjoy it too much." JJ wasn't even paying attention to this. A new thought had now come to his attention.
"Hey, do we get mug-shots? If we do, can I have some copies to send in Christmas cards? That would be sweet!" The red-head began to grind his teeth, while his partner chuckled.
"Oh, what the hell? This is just great," the driver moaned. The traffic had come to a complete stop. It was beginning to look like they would all get to spend a little more quality time with each other than they had expected.
Drake banged his head against the side of the window, wondering why the gods hated him so. The red-head, in even more anguish, cursed out loud. The brunette sighed, and JJ requested that the siren be turned on again. It was going to be a long three blocks.
"Hey, does anyone else smell that outdoor candle stuff?"
Too fucking long. Drake smacked his forehead against the window again.
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Drake's feet felt heavy as he walked to what seemed would be his death in the office two doors down the hall on the left. The two officers lead the way, and JJ followed closely behind. Even JJ had grown quite. That was never a good sign. Drake expected to see the apocalyptic horsemen charging down the hall any moment now.
Before the door, the brunette, who had introduced himself as Shannon Calvasky, told them that their commissioner was going to decide what they would do with them, so it would help if they were cooperative.
The red-head, who had been introduced by his partner as Aden Smith, snorted. "Just lock'em up, is what I say. I'm sure they can enjoy all the fornication they could ask for in prison."
The brunette rolled his eyes and pushed his way into the office. Their commissioner, a man who looked to be in his late forties, seemed to take no note of them and was deeply engrossed by the newspaper that lay on his desk. The brunette nodded, and the red-head shoved the two forward. Drake and JJ dropped both of their open wallets onto the commissioner's desk. Drake supposed it was foolish to think he'd get off with a warning. He braced himself as the commissioner of the two cops looked from their badges, up to Drake and JJ, and back down to their badges again. "Oh, you're from that precinct. That explains it," the commissioner waved his hand dismissively and returned his attention to the newspaper. Drake and JJ hurriedly snatched up their wallets.
The red-haired cop gaped with disbelief. "No, way, you guys are." His partner nudged him. "Hey, wait? What do we do about them, sir?"
The commissioner shrugged. "What do I care? Just give them a slap on the wrist and let them go. Less paper work for me." With that, he pointed one of his fingers towards the door, signaling that he wanted them to leave. They were all happy to do so.
"You'd think the guy could at least pretend to show a little interest in his work," the brunette complained.
"Are we really just going to let them off?" the red-head whined. He was so looking forward to throwing the book at JJ, both metaphorically and literally.
"Sure, they've been good sports, haven't they?" the brunette grinned boyishly. "I guess you two are off on good behavior." Drake sighed. That was a relief. This guy wasn't so bad.
The red-head smirked. "You're going to have to get someone to pick you up, though." So much for relief.
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Dee tried to look cool as he slid past the doorway in his socks and underwear, a la Tom Cruise, but his attempts were shattered when he stubbed his toe against the door frame. "Damnit," Dee cursed under his breath as he rubbed his jarred toes.
Ryo, who had been flipping through a magazine on their bed, chuckled and wagged a finger at Dee. "You're drunk," he teased his companion.
Dee tried to discreetly hop over to bed, but he stumbled over his own feet and ended up hitting his face on the corner of the bed. "I'm only drunk enough to make me horny," Dee said defensively before grabbing a hold of Ryo and pulling himself onto the bed. Actually, Dee wasn't drunk at all. He was just acting like an idiot, but he didn't share that with Ryo. He liked tricking Ryo into taking advantage of him when he was pretending to be drunk. Nonetheless, Ryo still had to struggle to drag Dee onto the bed, and he "accidentally" pulled Dee on top of him.
Once he was on Ryo, Dee playfully bit his partner's neck and growled. "Dee!" Ryo squirmed and managed to push half of his needy lover off of his person. "You really are horny, aren't you?"
A wide grin spread over Dee's face in reply, and the dark haired man pounced back on Ryo. Dee began to finger Ryo's belt buckle.
"There's no arguing with you when you're in this state. I guess I'll just have to put up with you." Ryo yawned and made a feeble attempt to look uninterested. "Do what you will with me. Just don't wake me when you're through."
"You can be a real jerk when you want too, you know that?" Dee smiled fiendishly as he began to unbutton Ryo's shirt. Unfortunately for both of them (and for the readers who were dead set on seeing some Dee on Ryo action) the phone rang. Dee tried to ignore it, but the shrill noise was breaking the careful concentration that it took to undress Ryo. At the fourth ring, Ryo put his hand up to stop Dee.
"You should probably get that. Who knows, it may actually be important," Ryo told Dee, somewhat disappointed.
"How unromantic," Dee rolled his eyes as he picked up the phone. "This better be good," he snarled into the receiver.
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Dee sighed as he headed up the stairs to the police station. JJ had better have a good excuse for dragging him down here. Damn, it sure was out of the way, too, wasn't it? Why couldn't JJ get arrested in a more convenient location? JJ was such a pain in the ass sometimes. Then again, who knows? Dee might get some good blackmail material from all this. Ryo had been nagging at him to re-paint the living room for quite some time now. Damn, why were there so many steps?
When Dee finally reached what he assumed was the front desk, he rang up the clerk and asked for JJ. He could have sworn he saw a smirk on the clerk's face, but he dismissed that notion easily. Dee lazily looked around his surroundings. He felt some-what out of place in his new location. The function of the building was the same, but it was filled with completely different people. Dee briefly wondered about what soap- opera-esque lives the occupants led. He'd bet his lift that no one here was as pretty as Ryo, though.
The hairs on the back of Dee's neck rose. Wait a second, something was off here. He noticed people giving him a lot of sideways glances, whispering quietly to each other. He scanned each of their faces. Nope, none of them could even be placed in the same category as Ryo. Mmm, Ryo.Dee's mind began to play out various scenarios of what he would (or at least try to) do to Ryo. Right smack in the middle of the Ryo-in-a-French- maid-outfit fantasy, Dee felt two arms encircle his waist in an all too familiar death-grip.
"JJ, you asshole, let go of me!" Dee struggled futilely to unclasp the smaller man's grip. Amidst the struggle, Dee saw Drake and two other men come out to meet him. One of the men looked agitated, the other amused. Drake's eyes never left the linoleum floor.
"Oh, Dee-sempai! It was awful! They were going to send me to prison with all the scary men with a tattoos and I'd thought I'd never get to see you again and-" Dee clasped his hand firmly over JJ's mouth, but the latter continued to mumble something about cafeteria food and grapes.
The agitated cop looked like he was about to kick himself. "Why didn't I think of that?"
Dee sighed and released JJ once he had calmed down. JJ stood upright, fixed his hair, and tried to appear dignified. "I hope they didn't cause you too much trouble. What did they do, anyway?"
"They were sodomizing out in the open," the fiery cop snarled.
Out of all of the possible scenarios that Dee had planned on hearing, this one most defiantly caught him off guard. The opportunity for him to say something smart-assed and witty was lost the time he spent with his mouth agape. Drake's shoulders slumped, and he seemed to be staring clear through the linoleum into the depths of hell, where Drake's grandmother had always told him he would go if he misbehaved. A wide, slow grin spread itself across JJ's face. The little whore.
Dee blinked for a few moments, tried to regroup himself, and managed to emit a very poorly worded sentence. "That's.isn't that.that's illegal?"
"In public it damn well is," the short-tempered red head cop snapped. His partner snickered.
This was it. Dee couldn't hold off any longer. He exploded into a hysterical fit of laughter. Drake looked about ready to drop dead, but JJ had a look of smug satisfaction spread on his face. Dee's outburst had attracted the attention of those few who weren't already watching.
"What.what," Dee gasped between laughs, "were you testing the beds in the department store, or something?" he managed to say, before exploding into a fit of giggles again. Drake mumbled something inaudible. JJ was about to say something, but his attention was caught buy a bowl of peppermints on the desk.
"Oh no you don't!" The red-head tried to cut JJ off at the pass, but JJ was too agile for him. He enthusiastically snatched the bowl and started to shove the slightly stale candies in his mouth.
Dee's chuckling began to taper off, and he turned his attention to the smirking brown-haired cop. "How much is this going to set me back?"
"Don't worry about it. If anything, we should be paying you. I can't recall the last time I've had this much fun on the job." The brunette smiled, and Dee figured him for a good-natured fellow.
"Yeah, well, we try to amuse." Dee reached over and grabbed the red-faced Drake by the ear. "Thanks for babysitting them for a while. I should probably take these two off of your hands now." Dee dragged the unresisting Drake towards the door and grabbed the back of JJ's shirt on the way out. Up until then, JJ had placed it upon himself to finish off all the sub-par mints, much to the other cop's displeasure. Dee turned to give a respectful nod of the head, and then dragged his co-workers from the building like children.
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"So, where are we going?" Dee asked his two companions. He wrapped his arm around Drake's shoulders. "Your place?"
"You're never going to let me live this down, are you?" Drake asked in what was the first intelligible sentence Dee had heard the man say all night. JJ was tightly latched onto Drake's right arm, but mentally he was a million miles away. Dee preferred not to know what the boy was thinking about right now.
"No way in hell. I can't wait until work tomorrow." Drake moaned. Dee grinned and ruffled the despairing man's hair. "Well, since I've been so nice to you and all, the least you two could do is walk me to my apartment."
"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" Drake asked wearily.
"Every damn minute of it," Dee teased. "We have so much to teach you. It's going to be rough, though, seeing as how you started so late."
"What, teach me how to be gay? I'm pretty sure I can figure that out for myself."
"Nah, it's a group effort. You're not just gay for yourself, your gay for the whole community. Besides, it takes two, you know. Then again, I'm sure you've already figure that much out." Dee chuckled as Drake turned his attention back to the ground.
"Oh, what? You're not going to give me a play by play retelling of your little misadventure?" Dee feigned disappointment.
"I wouldn't wan to bore you with the details," Drake muttered.
"Ah, that's not saying much for JJ. Or was it something you did?" Drake's hands clenched. "You didn't let him on top did you? Because once you give him that little taste of power, he'll never stop bugging you for more," Dee warned.
Why was he still talking? Dee could be rather irritating if he put his mind to it. Drake really wasn't in the mood to humor the man, and he really wished he would take the hint and drop the subject. Dee continued to drone on about something regarding to positions of some sort. Drake let out a frustrated growl. "Will you shut up already?" he snarled. Dee pretended to look hurt.
JJ snapped out of his own little happy world. He rested his chin against Drake's shoulder and looked up at his partner with big blue eyes.
Drake tried to avoid JJ's gaze, but eventually he could no longer resist and he slowly he turned his head to stare into the younger man's eyes. For some unexplainable reason, all the anger seemed to drain from Drake. Dee grinned, and removed his arm from Drake's back before picking up speed. He decided to give the two some much deserved alone time.
Nothing else was said on the way to Dee's home. The two leaned against the hand-rail of the staircase as Dee made his way up the steps. At the top, Dee turned a devilish grin. "Oh, by the way, you might want to consider in investing in a decent lubricant." JJ snickered, Drake coughed, and with that last thought the dark haired man disappeared mysteriously into the apartment complex, never to be seen or heard from again.
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Okay, so I lied. Dee threw his jacket on the couch and walked up behind Ryo, who was busy typing away at the computer. He looked so adorable, typing up reports in nothing but a bathrobe. He'd look even better with it off. Dee grinned and snuggled his face into Ryo's neck as he reached around to untie the cord of the bathrobe.
"Ah, Dee, razor burn," Ryo giggled as he tried to push Dee's face away from his neck. "So, what was it that JJ wanted?" he asked as Dee slid the sash off of Ryo's waist.
"I'll tell you about it later. Right now, let's get back to where we left off."
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I'm spent for now. I'll write some more later, if I can find time between studying for finals. I'm seriously considering adding my own character to the mix. No, I don't hate you. I promised you some Berkley, too, and I'll find a way to work him into the story. That's all for now. Don't forget about the review monkey. She'll eat your babies if you don't feed her properly. Ja ne.
Author's Notes: This is Miko the review monkey. Miko likes to be fed often, but the only thing she can eat are helpful reviews from an obliging audience. Food raises her self-esteem (yeah, her psychiatrist is working on that). Please be sure to feed Miko, or she will reign down a flood of terror upon all who dare cross her. Sank you in advance.
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Drake lightly traced his hand through JJ's sweat-drenched hair, gently running his fingers from behind his earlobe to the side of his chin. Both men lay naked, face to face, panting somewhat irregularly. Drake could feel JJ's heart beating a mile a minute, which, considering wasn't all that unusual for JJ. There was a slight breeze, cool but not exactly uncomfortable, that kept blowing the hair in JJ's eyes. Far below them the murmur of the never-resting bustle of the city could be heard. JJ was pressed tightly against Drake, and Drake could feel every muscle, ever fiber of his being, against him. Everything was so perfect. Drake wished he could stay like this forever. JJ rolled over and nuzzled back against Drake.
"Could you stop fidgeting? You're ruining my happy moment," Drake complained to JJ, who had shifted positions three times in the last minute.
"Aren't I a part of your happy moment?" JJ asked innocently as he turned over on his side. JJ rested his chin on Drake's shoulder and looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes.
"What in hell gave you that idea?" Drake growled. JJ grinned and began to nibble on the still recuperating Drake's shoulder. Drake honestly didn't know how the guy could still be so energetic. "Aren't you even the least bit tired? You're such a kid sometimes."
"Hey, I'm 32 now. You can't call me a kid any more," JJ said defensively. That's right; it had been ten years since JJ had first come to the station, shortly after Ryo. Could it really have been that long already? Drake winced when he thought of all the time he had wasted. All those times he could have just reached over and.No, JJ had spent that time worshiping Dee, so even if such ideas had crossed his mind, Drake never would have stood a chance. Only two years ago did JJ finally decide to give up his perusal of the dark-haired cop. Drake smiled as he recalled one of the many times JJ had tackled Dee to the floor.
"Are you thinking about me?" JJ jabbed his finger at his thoughtful partner's face.
"Of course not," Drake lied as he pushed JJ off of him. JJ tried to resist, but Drake easily untangled his arms and pushed him down on the floor besides him. JJ winced as he sat up. Drake propped himself up on his elbow. "Are you okay?" he asked with genuine concern in his eyes.
JJ nodded dismissively and smiled. "I'm just a tad sore is all."
Drake grinned. "That's not surprising."
"Don't flatter yourself, it's just that that was the first time I happened to use that orifice," JJ teased. Drake frowned. JJ giggled and threw his arms around his partner's neck. "I'm teasing. You're plenty proportionate to the rest of your body."
"Proportional is the word you used when you don't have anything nice to say." Drake's truism caused JJ to giggle even more. His damp hair fell in his face and hung at the corners of his eyes. God he looked beautiful. Drake felt himself stirring again. He ought to learn to practice a little more restraint, though. He still had to work with the guy, and he would never be able to concentrate if he let his mind be filled with such primal earthly matters. Then again, Dee and Ryo didn't seem to be having any problems. That is, unless you count that one month's time span when they kept making frequent runs to the file closet.
"I still love you, though."
JJ's comment brought Drake back to reality. He looked up into his partner's laughing blue eyes. As soon as he did so, more naughty images began to flood his mind. He did truly love JJ, he was sure of it, but he couldn't make the words come out. He had never been good at voicing his feelings. Maybe that's why he had had so much trouble with women. Still, he wanted JJ to know how much he cared. Drake opted to show JJ, rather than tell him. Who needs restraint, anyway?
Drake pulled JJ's head back and began to kiss his neck passionately as ran his hand lightly over the man's chest. JJ grinned and responded eagerly as Drake slowly worked his mouth down his chest, detouring momentarily at JJ's right nipple, then back to his chest, down to his abdomen, down to his-
JJ gasped has Drake's mouth closed around him. JJ was caught completely off guard. He knew where Drake was headed, but he didn't actually expect.maybe he was just.What the hell was wrong with him? JJ had a cute guy licking his penis, and all he could think about were his possible motives? Who cares! Think happy thoughts. God, his mouth was so warm.
And so he did for a few minutes, until the two were oh-so- rudely interrupted by too very sudden, very bright lights.
"Freeze," a cold voice said from behind them. This was not so great a position to be frozen in. Drake briefly wondered if the owner of the voice would mind if he removed JJ's penis from his mouth. Slowly, Drake did so and turned. Behind him stood two city police officers, one with a stupid grin plastered over his face, and the other looking severely pissed off.
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JJ bounced around the back seat of the patrol car eagerly. He slipped his fingers through the grating and asked the officers to turn on the sirens for the umpteenth time. Drake was too busy brooding to take note of JJ's antics. This was beginning to unfold like a cliché sit-com.
The way Drake figured it, he and JJ were pretty lucky that the two cops didn't happened to work at the same station they did. Then again, the results would end up the same either way. He was just going to have to make sure he could cling on to as much pride as he possibly could throughout this ordeal. There was no way he regretted what he had just done with, or rather to, JJ.no, he just regretted getting caught.
The red-headed cop in the passengers seat, the one who had been pissed off since he and his partner discovered the two, interrupted Drake's thoughts by smacking JJ's fingers with his stick (no not that. We're out of naughty sex mode now). "Didn't I just tell you to sit your ass down? Disobeying an officer, that's another one I can tack on the list of many things I could charge you with. Is there anything else you would like to add?"
"How about not wearing a seatbelt?" the red-head's partner, a fairly boyish looking brunette in the driver's seat, added helpfully.
"Yeah, how would you like that?" the red-head threatened. The brunette coughed, and the red-head hurriedly buckled his own seat belt. "I don't want to hear it," red told his partner.
JJ giggled as Drake grabbed the loop of pants and pulled the younger man back into his seat. "Settle down. Geez, you'd think you'd never been in a squad car before."
"Never in the back," JJ chirped. "Hey, aren't we supposed to be handcuffed? They always get put in handcuffs on the TV. How come I'm not handcuffed?" JJ asked in a stream of questioning.
The red-headed cop just snarled. "You'd probably enjoy it too much." JJ wasn't even paying attention to this. A new thought had now come to his attention.
"Hey, do we get mug-shots? If we do, can I have some copies to send in Christmas cards? That would be sweet!" The red-head began to grind his teeth, while his partner chuckled.
"Oh, what the hell? This is just great," the driver moaned. The traffic had come to a complete stop. It was beginning to look like they would all get to spend a little more quality time with each other than they had expected.
Drake banged his head against the side of the window, wondering why the gods hated him so. The red-head, in even more anguish, cursed out loud. The brunette sighed, and JJ requested that the siren be turned on again. It was going to be a long three blocks.
"Hey, does anyone else smell that outdoor candle stuff?"
Too fucking long. Drake smacked his forehead against the window again.
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Drake's feet felt heavy as he walked to what seemed would be his death in the office two doors down the hall on the left. The two officers lead the way, and JJ followed closely behind. Even JJ had grown quite. That was never a good sign. Drake expected to see the apocalyptic horsemen charging down the hall any moment now.
Before the door, the brunette, who had introduced himself as Shannon Calvasky, told them that their commissioner was going to decide what they would do with them, so it would help if they were cooperative.
The red-head, who had been introduced by his partner as Aden Smith, snorted. "Just lock'em up, is what I say. I'm sure they can enjoy all the fornication they could ask for in prison."
The brunette rolled his eyes and pushed his way into the office. Their commissioner, a man who looked to be in his late forties, seemed to take no note of them and was deeply engrossed by the newspaper that lay on his desk. The brunette nodded, and the red-head shoved the two forward. Drake and JJ dropped both of their open wallets onto the commissioner's desk. Drake supposed it was foolish to think he'd get off with a warning. He braced himself as the commissioner of the two cops looked from their badges, up to Drake and JJ, and back down to their badges again. "Oh, you're from that precinct. That explains it," the commissioner waved his hand dismissively and returned his attention to the newspaper. Drake and JJ hurriedly snatched up their wallets.
The red-haired cop gaped with disbelief. "No, way, you guys are." His partner nudged him. "Hey, wait? What do we do about them, sir?"
The commissioner shrugged. "What do I care? Just give them a slap on the wrist and let them go. Less paper work for me." With that, he pointed one of his fingers towards the door, signaling that he wanted them to leave. They were all happy to do so.
"You'd think the guy could at least pretend to show a little interest in his work," the brunette complained.
"Are we really just going to let them off?" the red-head whined. He was so looking forward to throwing the book at JJ, both metaphorically and literally.
"Sure, they've been good sports, haven't they?" the brunette grinned boyishly. "I guess you two are off on good behavior." Drake sighed. That was a relief. This guy wasn't so bad.
The red-head smirked. "You're going to have to get someone to pick you up, though." So much for relief.
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Dee tried to look cool as he slid past the doorway in his socks and underwear, a la Tom Cruise, but his attempts were shattered when he stubbed his toe against the door frame. "Damnit," Dee cursed under his breath as he rubbed his jarred toes.
Ryo, who had been flipping through a magazine on their bed, chuckled and wagged a finger at Dee. "You're drunk," he teased his companion.
Dee tried to discreetly hop over to bed, but he stumbled over his own feet and ended up hitting his face on the corner of the bed. "I'm only drunk enough to make me horny," Dee said defensively before grabbing a hold of Ryo and pulling himself onto the bed. Actually, Dee wasn't drunk at all. He was just acting like an idiot, but he didn't share that with Ryo. He liked tricking Ryo into taking advantage of him when he was pretending to be drunk. Nonetheless, Ryo still had to struggle to drag Dee onto the bed, and he "accidentally" pulled Dee on top of him.
Once he was on Ryo, Dee playfully bit his partner's neck and growled. "Dee!" Ryo squirmed and managed to push half of his needy lover off of his person. "You really are horny, aren't you?"
A wide grin spread over Dee's face in reply, and the dark haired man pounced back on Ryo. Dee began to finger Ryo's belt buckle.
"There's no arguing with you when you're in this state. I guess I'll just have to put up with you." Ryo yawned and made a feeble attempt to look uninterested. "Do what you will with me. Just don't wake me when you're through."
"You can be a real jerk when you want too, you know that?" Dee smiled fiendishly as he began to unbutton Ryo's shirt. Unfortunately for both of them (and for the readers who were dead set on seeing some Dee on Ryo action) the phone rang. Dee tried to ignore it, but the shrill noise was breaking the careful concentration that it took to undress Ryo. At the fourth ring, Ryo put his hand up to stop Dee.
"You should probably get that. Who knows, it may actually be important," Ryo told Dee, somewhat disappointed.
"How unromantic," Dee rolled his eyes as he picked up the phone. "This better be good," he snarled into the receiver.
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Dee sighed as he headed up the stairs to the police station. JJ had better have a good excuse for dragging him down here. Damn, it sure was out of the way, too, wasn't it? Why couldn't JJ get arrested in a more convenient location? JJ was such a pain in the ass sometimes. Then again, who knows? Dee might get some good blackmail material from all this. Ryo had been nagging at him to re-paint the living room for quite some time now. Damn, why were there so many steps?
When Dee finally reached what he assumed was the front desk, he rang up the clerk and asked for JJ. He could have sworn he saw a smirk on the clerk's face, but he dismissed that notion easily. Dee lazily looked around his surroundings. He felt some-what out of place in his new location. The function of the building was the same, but it was filled with completely different people. Dee briefly wondered about what soap- opera-esque lives the occupants led. He'd bet his lift that no one here was as pretty as Ryo, though.
The hairs on the back of Dee's neck rose. Wait a second, something was off here. He noticed people giving him a lot of sideways glances, whispering quietly to each other. He scanned each of their faces. Nope, none of them could even be placed in the same category as Ryo. Mmm, Ryo.Dee's mind began to play out various scenarios of what he would (or at least try to) do to Ryo. Right smack in the middle of the Ryo-in-a-French- maid-outfit fantasy, Dee felt two arms encircle his waist in an all too familiar death-grip.
"JJ, you asshole, let go of me!" Dee struggled futilely to unclasp the smaller man's grip. Amidst the struggle, Dee saw Drake and two other men come out to meet him. One of the men looked agitated, the other amused. Drake's eyes never left the linoleum floor.
"Oh, Dee-sempai! It was awful! They were going to send me to prison with all the scary men with a tattoos and I'd thought I'd never get to see you again and-" Dee clasped his hand firmly over JJ's mouth, but the latter continued to mumble something about cafeteria food and grapes.
The agitated cop looked like he was about to kick himself. "Why didn't I think of that?"
Dee sighed and released JJ once he had calmed down. JJ stood upright, fixed his hair, and tried to appear dignified. "I hope they didn't cause you too much trouble. What did they do, anyway?"
"They were sodomizing out in the open," the fiery cop snarled.
Out of all of the possible scenarios that Dee had planned on hearing, this one most defiantly caught him off guard. The opportunity for him to say something smart-assed and witty was lost the time he spent with his mouth agape. Drake's shoulders slumped, and he seemed to be staring clear through the linoleum into the depths of hell, where Drake's grandmother had always told him he would go if he misbehaved. A wide, slow grin spread itself across JJ's face. The little whore.
Dee blinked for a few moments, tried to regroup himself, and managed to emit a very poorly worded sentence. "That's.isn't that.that's illegal?"
"In public it damn well is," the short-tempered red head cop snapped. His partner snickered.
This was it. Dee couldn't hold off any longer. He exploded into a hysterical fit of laughter. Drake looked about ready to drop dead, but JJ had a look of smug satisfaction spread on his face. Dee's outburst had attracted the attention of those few who weren't already watching.
"What.what," Dee gasped between laughs, "were you testing the beds in the department store, or something?" he managed to say, before exploding into a fit of giggles again. Drake mumbled something inaudible. JJ was about to say something, but his attention was caught buy a bowl of peppermints on the desk.
"Oh no you don't!" The red-head tried to cut JJ off at the pass, but JJ was too agile for him. He enthusiastically snatched the bowl and started to shove the slightly stale candies in his mouth.
Dee's chuckling began to taper off, and he turned his attention to the smirking brown-haired cop. "How much is this going to set me back?"
"Don't worry about it. If anything, we should be paying you. I can't recall the last time I've had this much fun on the job." The brunette smiled, and Dee figured him for a good-natured fellow.
"Yeah, well, we try to amuse." Dee reached over and grabbed the red-faced Drake by the ear. "Thanks for babysitting them for a while. I should probably take these two off of your hands now." Dee dragged the unresisting Drake towards the door and grabbed the back of JJ's shirt on the way out. Up until then, JJ had placed it upon himself to finish off all the sub-par mints, much to the other cop's displeasure. Dee turned to give a respectful nod of the head, and then dragged his co-workers from the building like children.
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"So, where are we going?" Dee asked his two companions. He wrapped his arm around Drake's shoulders. "Your place?"
"You're never going to let me live this down, are you?" Drake asked in what was the first intelligible sentence Dee had heard the man say all night. JJ was tightly latched onto Drake's right arm, but mentally he was a million miles away. Dee preferred not to know what the boy was thinking about right now.
"No way in hell. I can't wait until work tomorrow." Drake moaned. Dee grinned and ruffled the despairing man's hair. "Well, since I've been so nice to you and all, the least you two could do is walk me to my apartment."
"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" Drake asked wearily.
"Every damn minute of it," Dee teased. "We have so much to teach you. It's going to be rough, though, seeing as how you started so late."
"What, teach me how to be gay? I'm pretty sure I can figure that out for myself."
"Nah, it's a group effort. You're not just gay for yourself, your gay for the whole community. Besides, it takes two, you know. Then again, I'm sure you've already figure that much out." Dee chuckled as Drake turned his attention back to the ground.
"Oh, what? You're not going to give me a play by play retelling of your little misadventure?" Dee feigned disappointment.
"I wouldn't wan to bore you with the details," Drake muttered.
"Ah, that's not saying much for JJ. Or was it something you did?" Drake's hands clenched. "You didn't let him on top did you? Because once you give him that little taste of power, he'll never stop bugging you for more," Dee warned.
Why was he still talking? Dee could be rather irritating if he put his mind to it. Drake really wasn't in the mood to humor the man, and he really wished he would take the hint and drop the subject. Dee continued to drone on about something regarding to positions of some sort. Drake let out a frustrated growl. "Will you shut up already?" he snarled. Dee pretended to look hurt.
JJ snapped out of his own little happy world. He rested his chin against Drake's shoulder and looked up at his partner with big blue eyes.
Drake tried to avoid JJ's gaze, but eventually he could no longer resist and he slowly he turned his head to stare into the younger man's eyes. For some unexplainable reason, all the anger seemed to drain from Drake. Dee grinned, and removed his arm from Drake's back before picking up speed. He decided to give the two some much deserved alone time.
Nothing else was said on the way to Dee's home. The two leaned against the hand-rail of the staircase as Dee made his way up the steps. At the top, Dee turned a devilish grin. "Oh, by the way, you might want to consider in investing in a decent lubricant." JJ snickered, Drake coughed, and with that last thought the dark haired man disappeared mysteriously into the apartment complex, never to be seen or heard from again.
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Okay, so I lied. Dee threw his jacket on the couch and walked up behind Ryo, who was busy typing away at the computer. He looked so adorable, typing up reports in nothing but a bathrobe. He'd look even better with it off. Dee grinned and snuggled his face into Ryo's neck as he reached around to untie the cord of the bathrobe.
"Ah, Dee, razor burn," Ryo giggled as he tried to push Dee's face away from his neck. "So, what was it that JJ wanted?" he asked as Dee slid the sash off of Ryo's waist.
"I'll tell you about it later. Right now, let's get back to where we left off."
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I'm spent for now. I'll write some more later, if I can find time between studying for finals. I'm seriously considering adding my own character to the mix. No, I don't hate you. I promised you some Berkley, too, and I'll find a way to work him into the story. That's all for now. Don't forget about the review monkey. She'll eat your babies if you don't feed her properly. Ja ne.