Russian Blue

Author's notes:  Doing this while waiting for my sister to come and pick me up. It's 2:37; she'll be here at 5:30. I'm supposed to be doing an English Spanish translation about Larynx for Horse Medicine, but don't feel like it. Anyway. Thank you all for reading and reviewing. It makes this all worthwhile.

Disclaimer:  FAKE belongs to Sanami Matoh. Other characters and plots belong to moi. The song, Crashing, is this story's song. It's by Gravity Kills.

Warning:  Hard core stuff that maybe kids shouldn't be reading.

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Two days before Christmas...

Ryo was all excited by the idea of having Gaiev over for Christmas Eve... and morning... and probably night. He had traded Drake and Joanna (two of his co-workers) days off a while back and now it was sweet payback time. Now, as he had been prancing around, sharing the Christmassy spirit, he was known as "The Ryo of Christmas Present" because no one seemed more "infected" (Author's notes:  Uuuuh! I love that word, "infected") by the Christmas spirit more than he was: he even managed to set up a nice little tree at the precinct's main office. No complaints made over by Berkeley. The man just seemed to be a bit off with the Order case, so much that he hadn't even try to make an effort of jumping on the "Opportunity to kiss Ryo" wagon all week. Ryo was thankful for this, yet busy with the case too. So far, five more murders had taken place, most of them of hookers and dealers. A conection?

"Most definitely," Drake told Ryo as they both where walking down the precinct's corridor towards Drake and Joshua's office, "We've found out some pretty interesting details about our Choir boys. They have... a catalog..."

"A catalog?"

"Yup... Say, where's your partner?" Drake looked around to see if he could spot Dorian anywhere near. Ryo shrugged his shoulders, looking somewhat indifferent.

"He said he'd be back in a while. His wife called over an hour ago - he didn't told any of the details...."

"Ass..."

"You don't get along with him, do you? Why? He seems like a good man..."

"A prick. He thinks he's some big-shot detective coming down to the misfit town to help us all and illuminate us with his merciful light. A prick that one. At least Dee was a lovable prick..."

Ryo chuckled at the thought of Dee being a lovable prick.  But yeah, the man _had_ been famous for these lovable ways. Ryo wondered what to cook that night as they both kept waking down the corridor. Maybe a nice pot-roast... or maybe turkey ... or ham... Gaiev said he liked pork. Ham it is! And what about the soothing candlelight? Oooooh last time he had soothing candlelight and cinnamon insense, they made kissy-face all night long, sheah baby!

"Ryo, you're turning red, is there something wrong?"

Once inside the office, Drake handed him a thick organizer folder covered in black leather, "One of our undercover boys managed to get this," Drake spoke, "He says it's mostly minors, but there are also other expensive and exotic flavors there..."

"Wow!" Ryo exclaimed, flipping through the laminated pages, "My, my, my.... aren't we with an expensive taste? 15 000 g's a night?!"

"Yup. Quite the youngsters too, hum? I bet you most of these kids have been abducted or sold by poor families...  Hey! Look at that one!" Drake pointed out at one of the pictures of a young man dressed in nothing more than a long, black satin long-sleeved shirt, "He kind of looks like Dee!"

Ryo's heart just stopped pounding....

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Mouth open tongue that I taste
No lover can kill you this way
Like poison I feel it drip down
Take over - insanity makes no sound

Devon (Author's notes: Hey! Remember Devon? Anybody?) blinked a couple of times at the pathetic sight in front of him. Gaiev was sniffling as he handed him the order and began to speak in a very low voice, dragged and aching voice, "Dad wid be a cup o' coffee and some bay..."

"Man, you look awful! You feel okay?"

"I feed as bad as I dook..."

"So, when's the funeral?"

"Ha - ha, vedy fuddy... Jus give me dhe fucking coffee, okay?"

"You should have stayed home, Gaiev," Devon said very seriously. Gaiev shook his head in a very doom-like expression.

"I can't. One more day off and I'm off fod dhe dest of dhe week. I don't want to be out of a job, Devon."

His beeper went off and as Devon fixed the coffee, Gaiev walked himself over to the payphone and dialed fast. A couple of rings and the voice said, "You got a gig tonight..."

"I can't... I feed veddy bad... I dhink I'm coming down wid somedhing..."

"Then go to the doctor, get some pills and meet your ride at the same place at 9:00, got it?" and then they hung up. Gaiev sighed and walked slowly to the counter. Devon was looking at him with sympathetic eyes.

"Couldn't get out of working graveyard at that club?"

"No. 't's all right. I'll be okay. Maybe I will die before I get dhere and I will sleep for a change!" Gaiev smiled as he picked up the tray.

That's all I'm getting. It's all but fitting
You turn my meaning inside out


A "gig". Gaiev began to hate that word. "Gig". It was a fuck. Nothing more than that. Devon had been enthusiastic when Gaiev told him the dirty little details of the last encounter with Ryo and if he closed his eyes, Gaiev could still smell the sweet, masculine aroma his Ryo had. He began to feel all tingly inside, a warm feeling now that he was thinking about his Ryo and the way his face looked when they made love...

No, wait... the warm feeling was more like a fever.

His face felt all red and his head hurt. It hurt even more when he saw Dorian walk in to the restaurant and he had to be the waiter who had to tend to his customer. Dorian gave him a very peculiar smirk when Gaiev stood in front of him, eyes fixated on his, a false grin struggling to show.

"Welcome to dhe Lemon Tree, I'm Gaiev, how can I help you?"

"Yes," Dorian spoke with a big wide smile, "I would like a booth, please. I have a bit of work to do," he pointed to the laptop he was carrying around. Gaiev tried (Oh Gods did he try!) to smile politely.

"We 'ave wideless intednet as an extra sedvice t' our customers... would you like me to 'ook you up, Sid?"

"Yes, that would be lovely, thank you"

He followed Gaiev to an empty booth at the far corner of the place. Once there, Dorian placed the laptop on top of the table and turned to face Gaiev, who was taking out his order pad and looked a little shocked at Dorian's words, "I really need to use the bathroom, can you show me where it is?"

"Sure. It's at the far end, to the right."

"Thank you. Five minutes..."

Dorian walked with a firm step to the bathroom as Gaiev watched him disappeared walking to the counter. Five minutes? What did that me--- Oooooh... No. He couldn't possibly... Or did he? Gaiev walked to the bathroom shortly after these thoughts came in to his mind. It was a one-person bathroom, which it was usually closed whenever someone was in there. It wasn't. Gaiev turned the handle and opened the door slowly, feeling the hand tightly in his arm, pulling him inside just to feel the cold barrel of the gun in his throat.

"Good whore!" he heard Dorian comment as the door was being locked, "Now, suck me off..."

"Not 'ere!" Gaiev said, his voice a bit shaky as the gun was pressed against his skin. He had to restrain a painful groan when Dorian took him by the hair and forced him to kneel down, placing the barrel of the gun on top of his head. He wanted to cry but he wasn't going to give that fucker the benefit of seeing him do that.

He didn't know exactly how long they where there, but it seemed to be going on forever to Gaiev, who just wanted to go back on the floor, taking orders and greeting people. He liked that. He didn't like _this_. The silent moans Dorian gave just made him feel sick, gagging a couple of times because he felt his stomach twirl and wanted to suck the chunks in. At long last it was over, and Dorian gave him a patting on the head as a sigh of satisfaction while throwing a tight roll of cash next to where Gaiev was kneeling, and after that he was out, nothing to say, just left. Gaiev knelt there, unwilling to move. Never in his entire life had he felt so dirty.

And that, felt by someone like him, had to mean something....

He feels just a tad better when 9 o'clock comes rolling by. He's taken something for the cold and it seems to have been working perfectly because the sniffles are gone, yet he still feels slightly feverish as the limo parks in front of the usual place. Instructions given, he walks himself to the elevator door, where a nice lady gives him a polite smile. Room 908. 908... 908... 908... Damn this elevator is going too fast! I don't want to be there, please, let it snap or something... 908...

The door opens and Gaiev finds himself inside a dark room. He fears dark rooms because they make him remember things he just wants to forget.... He closes his eyes to drown those memories, but the fact of the matter is that it's too late - one of them comes up like a flash of lightning bolting through his brain, making him quiver and shake unwillingly. He can hear the screams of agony and pain... He can feel the heat... He can smell the blood...

And just as fast, the memory dies. He has succeeded in repressing it once again. Good. It's good. He needs to continue to live and in order to do that he has to repress a lot of things going on in his mind. Suddenly, the light goes on - soft light of the nightstand next to the sofa in the little living room. Gaiev gasped and felt his entire soul being drained from his body at the sight of Ryo there, looking at him with murderous eyes.

When it all comes crashing down
Comes crashing down
Your spirit dies inside
When it all comes crashing down
Comes crashing down
Your spirit hides inside your dream

He can't breathe all of a sudden. God! This has to be one of those dreams when you dream that you go to school naked and you have a surprise pop-quiz or something! Please let it be a dream!

"So, it's true then," Ryo´s voice was drowning in anger - an undertone Gaiev felt to the core of this being.

"I-I can e-explain..."

"What?!" Ryo got up, trying hard not to lose control but failing miserably as he walked dangerously close to Gaiev until he was inches away from his face, "_What_ are you going to explain to me, Gaiev? That you're a hooker?! That you sell yourself to the highest bidder?! Hum?! That you're nothing more than a WHORE?!"

"Please, Ryo - it's not like that!!" Gaiev shouted back.

"It's bad when I call you Dee, right? Because he's my former lover, right? How many do you have, hum? One, two, three hundred? HOW MANY DO YOU FUCK, GAIEV?! TWO, THREE, FOUR A NIGHT?!" Ryo said, clenching his teeth as he grabbed hold on to Gaiev´s right arm.

"Let go of me!" Gaiev shouted, pulling his arm free, but Ryo grabbed the other one, pulling him even closer, "IT´S NOT THE SAME!" Gaiev shouted, "IT'S NOT THE SAME!"

"HOW? HOW IS IT NOT THE SAME?!"

"I DON'T LOVE THEM! I don't want - I don't want to do them... I don't love them..." Gaiev began to cry, "I - I love you..."

Fear nothing lips turning blue
So quiet whispering sex to you
Far too busy for me to ignore
Skin crawling, I want you to be my whore

Ryo´s eyes where cold and soulless as they could possibly get. He'd taken hold of both of Gaiev´s arms, so close to him he could practically be kissing him at that moment. "I don't believe you," he hissed, "Everything you've ever told me has been lies, Gaiev... Nothing more than LIES..."

He kissed him. But it was a blunt and violent kiss, a kiss Gaiev didn't want. He tried to free himself from Ryo, yet the man had a strong hold even if he didn't look like it. They broke the kiss when Gaiev began to move a whole lot more, trying to escape the grasp of Ryo´s hands.

A look so pretty, so fucking pretty
I know you're ready to give me more

"What's the matter?" Ryo said with a hurtful undertone, "I'm a customer, right?" he was pushing Gaiev on to the bedroom even though the dark haired man was trying to resist it, "Not so willing with me? I thought you had to fuck customers?!"

"No!" Gaiev exclaimed, "You're not my customer!"

"Yes I AM!" Ryo shouted as he pushed Gaiev in to bed, releasing him as he went down. He felt betrayed, frustrated, angry, bust mostly hurt for what had been going on behind his back. He was breathing heavily when he said, "I'm more than that! I'm the IDIOT who fell in love with a LIE!"

Ryo walked out and slammed the door behind him. Inside, Gaiev saw everything crumbling down.


When it all comes crashing down
Comes crashing down
Your spirit dies inside
When it all comes crashing down
Comes crashing down
Your spirit hides inside your dream

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