Russian Blue
By Rainy
Author's Notes: Ok. New chapter now. I'm sorry about the shortness of the last one, but I can guarantee that this one is gonna be longer. Yes! Longer! I'm also working on a web page. Why? Because eventually this fic is gonna get some scenes that can be a little kinky and Fanfiction.net will not tolerate NC-17 rated stories anymore. So you'll get the "tone-down" version here. but you can get the director's cut over the page. along side a few other surprises I have there. So, as soon as I have a hosting, I'll let you know 'bout it, 'kay?
Disclaimer: Fake belongs to Sanami Matoh. Dorian and Gaiev belong to me. The song lyrics belong to Juan Luis Guerra, and the song is called - yup, you guessed it! - "Bachata Rosa" (Rose Song). Enjoy!
----------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 8
As they traveled to the crime scene, Ryo sat silently on the passanger's seat of Dorian's black Camaro, looking through the window at the rushing streets that seemed to pass as a blur before his eyes. Dorian, at the wheel, turned every once in a while to take a peek at Ryo's absence expression. There was something odd about the silence they both chared: it was like when you're alone yet you know there's something there with you - your guardian angel, your guardian demon. God. something. Dorian laughed softly at the thought of Ryo being a guardian. something.
"So, this is what it sounds like when there's a quiet spell between two people, hum?" Dorian spoke, making Ryo snap out of it and turn to see him.
"Hum?"
"You're too quiet," Dorian smiled softly, "I feel ackward in quietness between two people who are in the same car."
"I was just thinking."
"About Dee, right?"
"N-no, not exactly."
"Oh my God!" Dorian exclaimed in a very hurtful, cynical way, "Stop the presses! The boy has finally realized that there are some things not worth wasting time on!"
"Oh, stop it Dorian!" Ryo growled, "You're not the pick of the litter yourself, you know?"
"True," Dorian replied, "But at least I'm not Dee."
Ryo turned away again, grunting. Dorian sighed, "Sorry," he said, "Look, maybe we started on the wrong side here. I really don't want this hostile environment between the two of us, I mean, you're my partner for Christ sake! We should be able to get along. right?"
"You're right." sighed Ryo with a polite smile, "Just as long as there's no mention of Dee, right?"
"Seems to me that subject is the only one keeping us from having something close to a friendship, yeah."
"Ok. No Dee then."
"Deal. We're here."
Dorian parked next to a police car at the crime scene. An alleyway. A young man was found dead among some trash bags by a woman who claimed to be just passing by. The young man had to be no older than 26, brown hair, light skin. His clothes where torn, and you could clearly see the bruices and cuts all over his body.
"He's pretty messed-up," Derreck said once Dorian and Ryo got to the scene and started asking questions, "Looks like they've beaten him to death or something. pretty rough. He has a marking on his left hand, as if something burned him - The Choir leaves that mark, it's like a signature of some sort. we're gonna look in to that."
"Who is he?" asked Ryo.
"He had this wallet with him," Derreck pointed to a wallet inside a plastic bag, "Says here his name is Michael Jordestein, lives up in 78 Bellmont Street, Apt. B-12. We're checking him out to see if he has a record that might lead to suspicion."
"Anything else?"
"Just that. no weapon in sight. no witnesses to see who dropped him or killed him. just the old lady who found him. poor bastard."
"Alright, thanks."
Ryo walked over to Dorian, who was now inspectioning the body wearing his forensic gloves. There was blood all over the floor and walls of the buildings colliding the alley. It was messy, but still.
"No finger prints," Dorian said taking off the gloves, "No trails of who done it, no nothing. I did find a lesion in his right arm, but I think the pathologist should have a better idea of what that is."
"You think it's drug-related?"
"Possibly. The Choir is - after all - a drug operation.Did you see that?" he said pointing at the body's hand as the forensics where carrying him in a stretcher, "He had a burned thing on his hand."
"Yeah; a signature or something."
"Not just any signature," said Dorian lighting a cigarette, "It's Sariel's signature."
"Sariel?" asked a puzzled Ryo.
"Hmm-hum. Sariel is one of the top angels according to the Book of Enoch. So, if The Choir works like the angelic choir. then this guy was wacked by one of the top guys in the association."
"How you know that?"
"I've done some research," Dorian shrugged his shoulders, "Of course, I could be wrong."
They headed back to headquarters to proceed with the proper paper work and analysis of the forensic report. Drugs. Heroine to be exact, where found in this guy's system.
"He didn't died of the beating, o though it was a very nasty one at that," Ryo reported to Berkeley in the staff meeting held later on that afternoon, "Blows to the head, neck, legs, back and chest, some broken bones, internal bleeding. but the thing that's peculiar also is the fact that he had a high level of heroin in his system. It's as if he drugged himself up before getting the crap beaten out of him."
"Or maybe somebody did it for him," Berkeley said, lost in his thoughts, "It wouldn't be the first time The Choir acts this way."
"We could hit the streets and find out if there's any word there," suggested Dorian, "I mean, lowlife atracts itself, right?"
"You do that."
After the meeting, Ryo was soon caught by Dorian, who had been acting nicer ever since that little talk in the car. The guy wasn't a total jerk, unless the subject of Dee floated around; otherwise he was a pretty much decent guy.
"Yo' Ryo! You off?"
"Yeah. I'm heading home now."
"Hey, you wanna get some coffee or something? We could talk about the sad state of our lifes and maybe gossip about the precinct. What do you say?"
"Sure. Ok" Ryo shrugged his shoulders but was intrigued by the invitation. At that particular point in time, Dorian's cell phone rang. The redhead anwered immediately, "Hello? Oh, hi! Yes!... Ok, ok. no problem, sure!... Have fun!... Say, humm. if you're doing that, then I'll go with my new partner to drink a cup o' coffee and maybe eat a doughnut. yeah, police stuff. (giggles) I know! So? Ok? C'ya later hun. Love you too, dear."
He hung up and smiled widely at Ryo, who looked at him with doubtful eyes, "The wife," he said showing the cell and waving it a while.
"You're married?!" Ryo seemed surprised. Somehow he never pictured Dorian as a married man, but when he saw the ring in his finger he felt a little stupid for not noticing it before: he always pictured Dorian as a bitter homo guy who didn't get some and that's why he acted like he did, but. married?!
"Ten years," the other smiled, "N' proud of it too. I luv the gal."
Ryo blinked a couple of times before getting out of his surprise. Dorian rubbed his hands together in an anxious display of excitement, "Now then, coffee. I need my coffee. Hand't had a cup since this morning. cafeine is running low.And I know this great place."
"Ok."
As soon as they parked, Ryo's heart started to pound harder than a drill.
The Lemon Tree.
"It's soo good you can actually taste God's lips in every drop," Dorian was saying, but Ryo wasn't really paying attention, "Besides, they have little booths where you can sit peacefully without being interrupted by harrasing people. We can talk calmly there. Ryo?"
"Oh? Yeah. yeah. booths."
The door was opened and Gaiev looked at Ryo half in shock, half in disbelief to see him there with another guy. Dorian was all smiles and Ryo was all nervous shakes. Gaiev tensed his lips, trying hard to smile.
"'ello. Welcome t' the Lemon Tree. You want table 'r booth?" he asked in the greatest effort not to show upsetness in history.
"Booth. We want to be able to chat in peace, if you don't mind. weitor..." said a very cocky Dorian, taking Gaiev's tag to read it up close, "Mr. Gaiev."
"Right. Come this way please." Gaiev walked in front of them and lead them to the same booth he and Ryo had chared not long ago. Ryo felt enourmously uncomfortable.
"I'll have the Capuccino Cinnamon, in a big cup. and you Ryo?"
"Coffee. just. coffee."
"Right," Gaiev was writing everything down, not looking at either one of them, "I'll 'ave them over in a bit." and left.
"Nasty manners these English folk have," Dorian complained looking at Gaiev's leave, "You think they'd be more nicer. Oh well. So, word around the precinct is that you have a kid?"
Gaiev got to the counter and slammed the notepad so hard it scared Devon, making him jump up.
"Jesus, Gaiev! Never ever do that again to a guy who is under the counter table!" and to see his friend's expression, "What's wrong?"
"Nothin'. I want a number two and a number seven. and pee on the number seven if you can."
"Gaiev! Not in front of paying customers!" he murmured at the sight of a disgusted old lady who had approached the counter and immediately left.
"Like I bloody care."
Devon leaned forward and was able to see Ryo and Dorian sitting at the booth. "Hey. What's your boyfriend doing with that other guy that's not you?"
"'es not my boyfriend," Gaiev growled, "An' 'urry up with those coffees, will you? I don't 'ave all bloody day."
"Sheesh! Calm down, girl!" Devon giggled as he turned around to tend to the order, "I'm not the one stealing your lover boy!"
'es not my lover boy, Gaiev thought looking at the table. He felt something suspiciously similar to pain just to see them laughing together.
A kiss is just a kiss.
"Holy shit! Look at the time! It's ten-thirty already!" Dorian exclaimed after the third coffee, looking at his watch. They asked for the check and payed up by the counter. Ryo was trying to get a hold of Gaiev's eyes, but he wouldn't even turn to look at him - he actually avoided them for the entire evening, spending only the necessary time in their table, taking orders, bringing coffee.
"Do you want a ride home?" Dorian asked Ryo once they where outside.
"Nah! My house is just a couple of blocks away from here," said Ryo pointing to the east, "I can make it okay."
"You sure?"
"Positive."
"Okay then. See you tomorrow, partner."
Ryo waved Dorian good-bye and actually stood there until he saw Dorian's car drive away in to the night, feeling relieved at the sight of him leaving, o' though they had a pretty good time talking about family, friends, ex-school mates, and all those little things that make life worth telling about. And as soon as Dorian was out of the picture, Ryo headed back in to the café. First, he needed to talk to Gaiev; second, he needed to call a cab because there was no way in hell his house was "just a couple of blocks away".
Excuses, excuses.
Gaiev was busy busing a table when Ryo came up to him. He felt his stomach give a tug, as if the entire world rested all of a sudden in it. Gaiev turned to face him before he could even speak, and Ryo saw that surprised look in Gaiev's eyes for the second it lasted.
"You forgot something?" was the cold, cold question.
"No. no. Actually, I wanted to talk to you. can you?" Gaiev looked at him for a couple of seconds before he nodded and headed to the counter, where he dropped off the dishes and told Devon he was going out back to take his ten minute cigarette break.
"Ten? I thought it was five." said Devon looking puzzled, but as soon as he saw Ryo walk behind Gaiev, he gave a comprehensive "Ooooh!" and returned to his duties.
The little alley behind the coffee shop was perfect for lonleyness and cigarette breaks. Sure, there was also the stinky dumpster, but Ryo had smelled worse in all the years he'd been working for the police department and Gaiev didn't seem to mind. He took out a cigarette and before Ryo could speak, he blurted out, "Got a light?" Ryo gave him his lighter.
"I wanted to talk to you about."
"Look," Gaiev interrupted blowing some smoke and returning the lighter, "I'm sorry 'bout the other day, with the kiss an' all. Really. Didn't mean anything by it."
"Oh. No. I. It wasn't about that. Well, yeah, it kind of was, but. no."
"Make up your mind."
"I. I was wondering if you would like to. go out some. time."
Ryo was unbelivably red by this point, looking at the floor for some confidence, and peeking up to see Gaiev's eyebrows arch up and give this lovely expression of a person who just got lost in the conversation. "Pardon me?" he asked.
"Well, is just that. I really like you and. well, I can't stop thinking about that kiss and. I was just wondering."
"Won't your boyfriend get mad?" Gaiev asked, upset at the memory of Dorian. Ryo immediately turned up.
"He's not my boyfriend!" he replied, "He's. just my partner."
Boy, did Gaiev felt stupid.
"Oh."
"Then."
"Then. you. would like to go out some time, right?"
"Yeah, that was the basic idea," Ryo smiled. Gaiev knew that that smile was contagious because it made him laugh softly and blush at the same time.
"Never been asked out by a boy before," he looked down to the floor, totally embarrased. Ryo laughed.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I'm usually the one asking the dates. Bu' okay. 'ow's Saturday for yeh?"
"Saturday night? Sounds great!"
"Good. We can go to a lil' place up north, real cute and real cool."
"Not another café."
"Nah! This' one's a beach pub. or somethin' like tha', you'll see. So. go by your door around eight?"
"It's a date!" Ryo smiled widely.
"Ok." Gaiev laughed nervously.
"Ok."
"Ok."
"Ok. well, I guess I should get going."
"See you 'round then."
"Yeah. G'night."
Ryo felt all giddy inside. He had just asked a boy out! On a date! And he'd said yes! Oh joy! Oh rapture!
. What was he going to wear?!
It was pretty late (or early, depending on how you see it) when Gaiev stepped out of the cab and turned to see that Ryo was sitting on the steps. He walked in a hurry to him. It was freezing.
"What in bloody 'ell are you doing outside!?" he exclaimed outraged as Ryo stood up, almost blue from the cold weather, "It's bloody freezing and it's three o'clock in the morning! You're gonna get sick!!"
"I couldn't wait 'till Saturday." was Ryo reply.
"You couldn't wait 'till --?" but Ryo didn't let him finish the sentence, because without warning he had already wrapped his arms around Gaiev and was now kissing him deeply, his lips unfreezing at the touch of Gaiev's. The English boy was stunned at first but eventually got over it and held Ryo tightly. They kissed until they eventually had to breathe.
"I couldn't wait untill Saturday to kiss you." Ryo said, his eyes moving from Gaiev's eyes and to Gaiev's lips, inches away from his face, both of them breathing heavely.
"Then don't." Gaiev said before kissing him again. and again. and again.
Ay amor, eres la rosa que me da calor
Eres el sueño de mi soledad
Un letargo de azul, un eclipse de mar
Ay amor, yo soy satélite y tú eres mi sol
Un universo de agua mineral
Un espacio de luz que sólo llenas tú, ay amor.
(Oh my love, you're the rose that gives me heat
you're the dream in my lonleyness
a blue letargic, a sea eclipse
oh my love! I'm a satellite and you're my sun
a universe of mineral water
a space of light that only you can fill, oh my love.) ---------------------------- Whoop! There it is! How about that? Tell me what you think! Can you imagine what will happen on their date? And who is the babe who actually said yes to Gaiev? Find out on the next chapter!
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Author's Notes: Ok. New chapter now. I'm sorry about the shortness of the last one, but I can guarantee that this one is gonna be longer. Yes! Longer! I'm also working on a web page. Why? Because eventually this fic is gonna get some scenes that can be a little kinky and Fanfiction.net will not tolerate NC-17 rated stories anymore. So you'll get the "tone-down" version here. but you can get the director's cut over the page. along side a few other surprises I have there. So, as soon as I have a hosting, I'll let you know 'bout it, 'kay?
Disclaimer: Fake belongs to Sanami Matoh. Dorian and Gaiev belong to me. The song lyrics belong to Juan Luis Guerra, and the song is called - yup, you guessed it! - "Bachata Rosa" (Rose Song). Enjoy!
----------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 8
As they traveled to the crime scene, Ryo sat silently on the passanger's seat of Dorian's black Camaro, looking through the window at the rushing streets that seemed to pass as a blur before his eyes. Dorian, at the wheel, turned every once in a while to take a peek at Ryo's absence expression. There was something odd about the silence they both chared: it was like when you're alone yet you know there's something there with you - your guardian angel, your guardian demon. God. something. Dorian laughed softly at the thought of Ryo being a guardian. something.
"So, this is what it sounds like when there's a quiet spell between two people, hum?" Dorian spoke, making Ryo snap out of it and turn to see him.
"Hum?"
"You're too quiet," Dorian smiled softly, "I feel ackward in quietness between two people who are in the same car."
"I was just thinking."
"About Dee, right?"
"N-no, not exactly."
"Oh my God!" Dorian exclaimed in a very hurtful, cynical way, "Stop the presses! The boy has finally realized that there are some things not worth wasting time on!"
"Oh, stop it Dorian!" Ryo growled, "You're not the pick of the litter yourself, you know?"
"True," Dorian replied, "But at least I'm not Dee."
Ryo turned away again, grunting. Dorian sighed, "Sorry," he said, "Look, maybe we started on the wrong side here. I really don't want this hostile environment between the two of us, I mean, you're my partner for Christ sake! We should be able to get along. right?"
"You're right." sighed Ryo with a polite smile, "Just as long as there's no mention of Dee, right?"
"Seems to me that subject is the only one keeping us from having something close to a friendship, yeah."
"Ok. No Dee then."
"Deal. We're here."
Dorian parked next to a police car at the crime scene. An alleyway. A young man was found dead among some trash bags by a woman who claimed to be just passing by. The young man had to be no older than 26, brown hair, light skin. His clothes where torn, and you could clearly see the bruices and cuts all over his body.
"He's pretty messed-up," Derreck said once Dorian and Ryo got to the scene and started asking questions, "Looks like they've beaten him to death or something. pretty rough. He has a marking on his left hand, as if something burned him - The Choir leaves that mark, it's like a signature of some sort. we're gonna look in to that."
"Who is he?" asked Ryo.
"He had this wallet with him," Derreck pointed to a wallet inside a plastic bag, "Says here his name is Michael Jordestein, lives up in 78 Bellmont Street, Apt. B-12. We're checking him out to see if he has a record that might lead to suspicion."
"Anything else?"
"Just that. no weapon in sight. no witnesses to see who dropped him or killed him. just the old lady who found him. poor bastard."
"Alright, thanks."
Ryo walked over to Dorian, who was now inspectioning the body wearing his forensic gloves. There was blood all over the floor and walls of the buildings colliding the alley. It was messy, but still.
"No finger prints," Dorian said taking off the gloves, "No trails of who done it, no nothing. I did find a lesion in his right arm, but I think the pathologist should have a better idea of what that is."
"You think it's drug-related?"
"Possibly. The Choir is - after all - a drug operation.Did you see that?" he said pointing at the body's hand as the forensics where carrying him in a stretcher, "He had a burned thing on his hand."
"Yeah; a signature or something."
"Not just any signature," said Dorian lighting a cigarette, "It's Sariel's signature."
"Sariel?" asked a puzzled Ryo.
"Hmm-hum. Sariel is one of the top angels according to the Book of Enoch. So, if The Choir works like the angelic choir. then this guy was wacked by one of the top guys in the association."
"How you know that?"
"I've done some research," Dorian shrugged his shoulders, "Of course, I could be wrong."
They headed back to headquarters to proceed with the proper paper work and analysis of the forensic report. Drugs. Heroine to be exact, where found in this guy's system.
"He didn't died of the beating, o though it was a very nasty one at that," Ryo reported to Berkeley in the staff meeting held later on that afternoon, "Blows to the head, neck, legs, back and chest, some broken bones, internal bleeding. but the thing that's peculiar also is the fact that he had a high level of heroin in his system. It's as if he drugged himself up before getting the crap beaten out of him."
"Or maybe somebody did it for him," Berkeley said, lost in his thoughts, "It wouldn't be the first time The Choir acts this way."
"We could hit the streets and find out if there's any word there," suggested Dorian, "I mean, lowlife atracts itself, right?"
"You do that."
After the meeting, Ryo was soon caught by Dorian, who had been acting nicer ever since that little talk in the car. The guy wasn't a total jerk, unless the subject of Dee floated around; otherwise he was a pretty much decent guy.
"Yo' Ryo! You off?"
"Yeah. I'm heading home now."
"Hey, you wanna get some coffee or something? We could talk about the sad state of our lifes and maybe gossip about the precinct. What do you say?"
"Sure. Ok" Ryo shrugged his shoulders but was intrigued by the invitation. At that particular point in time, Dorian's cell phone rang. The redhead anwered immediately, "Hello? Oh, hi! Yes!... Ok, ok. no problem, sure!... Have fun!... Say, humm. if you're doing that, then I'll go with my new partner to drink a cup o' coffee and maybe eat a doughnut. yeah, police stuff. (giggles) I know! So? Ok? C'ya later hun. Love you too, dear."
He hung up and smiled widely at Ryo, who looked at him with doubtful eyes, "The wife," he said showing the cell and waving it a while.
"You're married?!" Ryo seemed surprised. Somehow he never pictured Dorian as a married man, but when he saw the ring in his finger he felt a little stupid for not noticing it before: he always pictured Dorian as a bitter homo guy who didn't get some and that's why he acted like he did, but. married?!
"Ten years," the other smiled, "N' proud of it too. I luv the gal."
Ryo blinked a couple of times before getting out of his surprise. Dorian rubbed his hands together in an anxious display of excitement, "Now then, coffee. I need my coffee. Hand't had a cup since this morning. cafeine is running low.And I know this great place."
"Ok."
As soon as they parked, Ryo's heart started to pound harder than a drill.
The Lemon Tree.
"It's soo good you can actually taste God's lips in every drop," Dorian was saying, but Ryo wasn't really paying attention, "Besides, they have little booths where you can sit peacefully without being interrupted by harrasing people. We can talk calmly there. Ryo?"
"Oh? Yeah. yeah. booths."
The door was opened and Gaiev looked at Ryo half in shock, half in disbelief to see him there with another guy. Dorian was all smiles and Ryo was all nervous shakes. Gaiev tensed his lips, trying hard to smile.
"'ello. Welcome t' the Lemon Tree. You want table 'r booth?" he asked in the greatest effort not to show upsetness in history.
"Booth. We want to be able to chat in peace, if you don't mind. weitor..." said a very cocky Dorian, taking Gaiev's tag to read it up close, "Mr. Gaiev."
"Right. Come this way please." Gaiev walked in front of them and lead them to the same booth he and Ryo had chared not long ago. Ryo felt enourmously uncomfortable.
"I'll have the Capuccino Cinnamon, in a big cup. and you Ryo?"
"Coffee. just. coffee."
"Right," Gaiev was writing everything down, not looking at either one of them, "I'll 'ave them over in a bit." and left.
"Nasty manners these English folk have," Dorian complained looking at Gaiev's leave, "You think they'd be more nicer. Oh well. So, word around the precinct is that you have a kid?"
Gaiev got to the counter and slammed the notepad so hard it scared Devon, making him jump up.
"Jesus, Gaiev! Never ever do that again to a guy who is under the counter table!" and to see his friend's expression, "What's wrong?"
"Nothin'. I want a number two and a number seven. and pee on the number seven if you can."
"Gaiev! Not in front of paying customers!" he murmured at the sight of a disgusted old lady who had approached the counter and immediately left.
"Like I bloody care."
Devon leaned forward and was able to see Ryo and Dorian sitting at the booth. "Hey. What's your boyfriend doing with that other guy that's not you?"
"'es not my boyfriend," Gaiev growled, "An' 'urry up with those coffees, will you? I don't 'ave all bloody day."
"Sheesh! Calm down, girl!" Devon giggled as he turned around to tend to the order, "I'm not the one stealing your lover boy!"
'es not my lover boy, Gaiev thought looking at the table. He felt something suspiciously similar to pain just to see them laughing together.
A kiss is just a kiss.
"Holy shit! Look at the time! It's ten-thirty already!" Dorian exclaimed after the third coffee, looking at his watch. They asked for the check and payed up by the counter. Ryo was trying to get a hold of Gaiev's eyes, but he wouldn't even turn to look at him - he actually avoided them for the entire evening, spending only the necessary time in their table, taking orders, bringing coffee.
"Do you want a ride home?" Dorian asked Ryo once they where outside.
"Nah! My house is just a couple of blocks away from here," said Ryo pointing to the east, "I can make it okay."
"You sure?"
"Positive."
"Okay then. See you tomorrow, partner."
Ryo waved Dorian good-bye and actually stood there until he saw Dorian's car drive away in to the night, feeling relieved at the sight of him leaving, o' though they had a pretty good time talking about family, friends, ex-school mates, and all those little things that make life worth telling about. And as soon as Dorian was out of the picture, Ryo headed back in to the café. First, he needed to talk to Gaiev; second, he needed to call a cab because there was no way in hell his house was "just a couple of blocks away".
Excuses, excuses.
Gaiev was busy busing a table when Ryo came up to him. He felt his stomach give a tug, as if the entire world rested all of a sudden in it. Gaiev turned to face him before he could even speak, and Ryo saw that surprised look in Gaiev's eyes for the second it lasted.
"You forgot something?" was the cold, cold question.
"No. no. Actually, I wanted to talk to you. can you?" Gaiev looked at him for a couple of seconds before he nodded and headed to the counter, where he dropped off the dishes and told Devon he was going out back to take his ten minute cigarette break.
"Ten? I thought it was five." said Devon looking puzzled, but as soon as he saw Ryo walk behind Gaiev, he gave a comprehensive "Ooooh!" and returned to his duties.
The little alley behind the coffee shop was perfect for lonleyness and cigarette breaks. Sure, there was also the stinky dumpster, but Ryo had smelled worse in all the years he'd been working for the police department and Gaiev didn't seem to mind. He took out a cigarette and before Ryo could speak, he blurted out, "Got a light?" Ryo gave him his lighter.
"I wanted to talk to you about."
"Look," Gaiev interrupted blowing some smoke and returning the lighter, "I'm sorry 'bout the other day, with the kiss an' all. Really. Didn't mean anything by it."
"Oh. No. I. It wasn't about that. Well, yeah, it kind of was, but. no."
"Make up your mind."
"I. I was wondering if you would like to. go out some. time."
Ryo was unbelivably red by this point, looking at the floor for some confidence, and peeking up to see Gaiev's eyebrows arch up and give this lovely expression of a person who just got lost in the conversation. "Pardon me?" he asked.
"Well, is just that. I really like you and. well, I can't stop thinking about that kiss and. I was just wondering."
"Won't your boyfriend get mad?" Gaiev asked, upset at the memory of Dorian. Ryo immediately turned up.
"He's not my boyfriend!" he replied, "He's. just my partner."
Boy, did Gaiev felt stupid.
"Oh."
"Then."
"Then. you. would like to go out some time, right?"
"Yeah, that was the basic idea," Ryo smiled. Gaiev knew that that smile was contagious because it made him laugh softly and blush at the same time.
"Never been asked out by a boy before," he looked down to the floor, totally embarrased. Ryo laughed.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I'm usually the one asking the dates. Bu' okay. 'ow's Saturday for yeh?"
"Saturday night? Sounds great!"
"Good. We can go to a lil' place up north, real cute and real cool."
"Not another café."
"Nah! This' one's a beach pub. or somethin' like tha', you'll see. So. go by your door around eight?"
"It's a date!" Ryo smiled widely.
"Ok." Gaiev laughed nervously.
"Ok."
"Ok."
"Ok. well, I guess I should get going."
"See you 'round then."
"Yeah. G'night."
Ryo felt all giddy inside. He had just asked a boy out! On a date! And he'd said yes! Oh joy! Oh rapture!
. What was he going to wear?!
It was pretty late (or early, depending on how you see it) when Gaiev stepped out of the cab and turned to see that Ryo was sitting on the steps. He walked in a hurry to him. It was freezing.
"What in bloody 'ell are you doing outside!?" he exclaimed outraged as Ryo stood up, almost blue from the cold weather, "It's bloody freezing and it's three o'clock in the morning! You're gonna get sick!!"
"I couldn't wait 'till Saturday." was Ryo reply.
"You couldn't wait 'till --?" but Ryo didn't let him finish the sentence, because without warning he had already wrapped his arms around Gaiev and was now kissing him deeply, his lips unfreezing at the touch of Gaiev's. The English boy was stunned at first but eventually got over it and held Ryo tightly. They kissed until they eventually had to breathe.
"I couldn't wait untill Saturday to kiss you." Ryo said, his eyes moving from Gaiev's eyes and to Gaiev's lips, inches away from his face, both of them breathing heavely.
"Then don't." Gaiev said before kissing him again. and again. and again.
Ay amor, eres la rosa que me da calor
Eres el sueño de mi soledad
Un letargo de azul, un eclipse de mar
Ay amor, yo soy satélite y tú eres mi sol
Un universo de agua mineral
Un espacio de luz que sólo llenas tú, ay amor.
(Oh my love, you're the rose that gives me heat
you're the dream in my lonleyness
a blue letargic, a sea eclipse
oh my love! I'm a satellite and you're my sun
a universe of mineral water
a space of light that only you can fill, oh my love.) ---------------------------- Whoop! There it is! How about that? Tell me what you think! Can you imagine what will happen on their date? And who is the babe who actually said yes to Gaiev? Find out on the next chapter!
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