Date Written: 11/4/05
Rating: K+
Word Count: 438
Characters/Pairings: Drake/JJ, Dee/Ryo
Warnings: None
Spoilers: All the way up through Like Like Love
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Sequel to Untitled.
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"Hey, uh, Dee?"
Dee Laytner looked over at his longtime friend, Drake Parker. Both of them were up on the roof of the 27th Precinct, smoking cigarettes. They were partners for the day, their respective partners (and lovers) on assignment in Chinatown as translators for another case in the department.
"What is it, man?"
"I have a really odd question to ask you."
Dee raised an eyebrow. "Drake, we've been friends for years. I think I can handle it."
"Well, it's a personal question, really."
Dee flicked his cigarette, watching a clump of ashes fall to the street below. "It's about sex with Ryo, isn't it?"
Drake nodded. The two of them, while they didn't talk about their relationships in front of their partners, would occasionally talk about the less personal aspects of their romances.
"Just don't tell Ryo I'm telling you, I'll be in the monkey brat's room for a month."
"Well... You know how JJ's part Chinese?"
Dee nodded, taking another drag off his cigarette.
"And since Ryo's part Japanese, I just wanted to ask... Sometimes during sex, does Ryo just start saying random things in Japanese?"
"JJ does that too?" Dee replied, pointing at Drake with his cigarette. "In Mandarin, of course."
"Why do they do that?" Drake wondered aloud. "It's good, but it is that good?"
"Hey, I happen to think it's incredibly sexy," Dee countered. "I mean, think about it: We can make our lovers regress back to a point where they can only think in the first language they were taught. Damn if that's not an ego boost."
"And it is a creative way to learn both terms of endearment and profanities in their native tongues," Drake said, nodding in agreement.
"I have a list about as long as my arm of Japanese words I know now," Dee said proudly.
Drake cocked his head from side to side, rolling his shoulders. "I've only picked up one term: wo ai ni."
"What's that mean?"
Drake nearly blushed. "I love you."
Dee smiled as he took another drag off his cigarette. "What's JJ's Chinese name?" he asked, changing the subject slightly.
Drake sighed. "I have no frickin' idea. He says the whole thing in one big go, I can't even decipher when one name stops and another starts. It's three names, last name first," the brunette clarified, flicking the butt of his cigarette over the edge of the building.
"Which is why Japanese is clearly the superior language," Dee teased, doing the same.
"Oh, I am so telling! JJ's gonna kick your ass for that one."
"He'll have to beat Ryo to it when he finds out"
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