Disclaimer: Me own FAKE? Yes, and I also own a bunch of ompa lompas that go out at night to do my evil bidding. (Hey, you lawyer, that was a joke!)
Warnings: Shonan-ai and some content that is suspiciously fluffy. Hmmm…
Summary: Wakey, wakey time for Dee, but well, one part drinkey plus another part drinkey equals a BAD morning. :P
Chapter two: Bell Pepper Omelet
"Uh….Huuuaackkguhh…oh….huuagguuhhh"
What in the world?
"Ohh, I'm gonna die! Get the shovel; say a prayer to St. Michael or whoever…"
Oh, yeah…Dee.
Ryo pulled the cover off of his head and blinked at the sunlight shinning through the windows. Stretching and popping his back, Ryo reached for his robe. Tying the waist closed and stumbling through the bedroom door, he tried to get his eyes to focus as he staggered toward the partially open bathroom door. Steeling himself to the mess he knew he would have to clean up, he put on an annoyingly cheery face.
"Well, good morning Dee!"
"Ahh, don't yell like that you big meanie."
Ryo smirked and stepped full into the bathroom where he was surprised to see very little mess. Digging through the medicine cabinet, he smacked a bottle of Aspirin into Dee's hand.
"Take two and I'll go make you some coffee and dry toast."
After Ryo left the room Dee dry swallowed about eight pills and washed his face and mouth.
Holding his head in both hands, Dee went into the living room to grab his duffle bag he had had with him at work the day before. Digging through it he found his workout suit he had planned on using at the station's gym before plans of drinking had popped up.
"I feel disgusting…I'm gonna take a shower, 'kay Ryo?"
"That's fine," came the response from the kitchen.
Dee grinned. He couldn't help it; every time Ryo spoke to him he couldn't help smiling.
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
Ryo was glad Dee was distracted but, he, Ryo, couldn't take his mind off the events of last night.
What's wrong with you today? Stop thinking like that. Dee's your friend, that's all. That's ALL.
But no matter what he thought in his mind, his heart was telling him a different story. Every time Dee touched him, his heart would tell a tale that varied greatly from the one his mind was trying to impose.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Ryo continued cutting up bell peppers for his omelet.
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
Dee's face contorted into a mix of sly cunning and horny lust as he snuck up on his would-be life partner in the kitchen. Snaking his arms around Ryo's back, Dee began to nuzzle against Ryo's neck. On retrospect, Dee thought he should not have snuck up on an officer of the law while said officer was holding a rather large knife.
Ryo spun around with such a shocked expression it would have been comical if he hadn't been holding the before mentioned knife.
"Jesus fucking Christ Ryo!"
"Oh, my God, I'm so sorry Dee! You just surprised me; its not like I did it on purpose," Ryo said as he guided Dee's forearm under the sink to run water on the not-so-horrible cut that appeared with bloody accuracy on Dee's precious body.
"Come on; first aid kit's in the bathroom"
While Dee whined and moaned that he was bleeding to death, Ryo dug out the disinfectant and a large roll of bandages.
"Oh, hush, your fine…it's just a scratch."
"It's gonna scar, I just know it. My beautiful arm!"
"Jeez, could you be anymore full of yourself, Dee?"
Dee grinned, "You know you love it, baby."
Just as Dee had meant it to, that last word immediately painted a red hue on Ryo's cheeks.
"Um, there, all patched up."
"Aww, aren't you gonna kiss it and make it feel better?"
"You're not five, now come on, I'm hungry and now I have to grab a new knife since you infected my favorite one."
As Ryo went to leave the bathroom, Dee grabbed him with his good arm and pulled Ryo to himself.
"But, my arm still hurts…"
"Dee, cut it out; besides don't you have a hangover?"
"Hmmm, I bet you could cure that."
"Somehow I doubt th-"
Dee planted his lops firmly on Ryo's with as much passion as he could muster. As per usual, Ryo fought at first, but eventually gave in and pulled Dee closer to him. Dee's tongue licked over Ryo's bottom lip, and Ryo opened his mouth just enough so Dee could enter. Sucking on Dee's tongue, Ryo's hand moved up to Dee's hair and began to stroke it. Dee's hand did the opposite and went lower down Ryo's body.
"Mmmm, Dee- stop. I said STOP!"
Ryo pulled away slightly so he could look into Dee's eyes.
Blushingly he said, "Your hands need to stop roaming."
Dee just grinned, "Sorry."
"Yeah, I just bet you are."
Dee kissed the tip of Ryo's noise and released him, "What d'ya know, my hangover's all gone and now I'm starving."
"Food and sex; that's all you think about."
"Well, not exactly in that order. Former before the latter. Gotta work up to that appetite."
"You're a pig."
"You know you love it. What's for breakfast then?"
"Bell Pepper Omelets a'la Me."
"And what makes them so special?"
"Well, you don't have to cook them, how about that?"
"Ahh, good point."
"I thought so. Now, stay out of my way. You don't want a matching cut on the other arm."
TBC?
A/N: I can't help but try to write funny. FAKE is a funny series, not to mention HOT!
Well, let me know what you think…they WILL have that talk from chap. 1 eventually. If I continue this, you, the reader, may have to disregard the last manga all together.
P.S. What's with the new rating system? Oh, and also, can someone tell me what WAFF means? Thanks muchly!
