Cocked gun , hollow barrel canvas

/B a n gM eC a n v a s/

Outside in the dark New York streets, lights and sounds mingle to create one huge but familiar blare of everything but nothing throughout the city. It's night. Darkness overwhelms the looming figures and buildings surrounding the whole area, tucked into dark corners and alleys easily.

Farther down the dusky streets are rugged old buildings, a few shattered windows and dimmed lights seeping through. Shifting but shadowed forms move across the lights and windows, swerving movements and shadows against close figures and solids nearby.

Closed and shouldered is a low but large building. Two tall brown buildings flank it strictly, the buildings desolate and dark from what can be see. With a closer look, the flanked, low building is old itself but not so as the one's beside it. In large block lettering, splashed across the top of the building's surface reads: NYPD. 27th Precinct.

Here is where an array of plot ensues.

/W i t hS o l i dG r o u n d/

Knock, knock.

The two rapping but muffled knocks on our wooden office door, were what knocked me from my thoughtful reverie, causing me to look up. Dee raises an eyebrow, looking inquisitively over at the door.

Knock, knock.

The knocking was more insistent now, I could tell.

"Yo, Ryo, Dee! It's the briefings to the art case." Drake's familiar voice called from the other side of the door, I nodded.

"Come in, it's open Drake." After having said this, the door opens swiftly and Drake pops his head through the crack.

"Hey guys, got you some briefings, for you two." He tosses a manila folder over to Dee who was closest to the doorway, catching it easily and briskly with one hand and thankfully not allowing any of it's contents to fall out.

"Thanks man."

"Anytime. Enjoy." Nodding in acknowledgement, I raise my hand in greeting and salutations while Dee merely nods, before our office door is shut once again, leaving us with the manila folder.

"Guess we should start reading up on this crap, I have a feeling I'm gunna' get bored to death here." Dee complains… already, rolling his chair over to the desk and catching himself with the desk's edge, stopping.

"Stop whining, and pass it over." Saying this, I grab for the manila folder in Dee's hands, he dodges though and I miss it. He smirks in response while I merely clinch my teeth, holding back my slightly irked anger that'll start growing by the minute... I know it! "Give me the briefing Dee… " I muster this tightly, my hand outstretched and watching Dee impatiently, waiting for him to pass over the manila folder.

I know he's just doing that to irritate me – as always. I wish he wouldn't though, I mean, we just stopped fighting a little while ago, and can't he be serious for a change? Honestly, he's like a kid sometimes... and not a cute one either!

"Are you getting mad yet?" Dee questions me slyly, grinning knowingly, with the manila folder still in his hand.

"Oh, I'm way past mad at this point… " I grumble under my breath, attempting to ignore Dee now and fiddling with the pen in my hand. Anything to distract me from Dee, him getting me mad, that stupid manila folder, and anything else that may just cause me to jump over the desk and throttle Dee. And no. I do not have temper problems… stupid Dee merely knows how to push my buttons. And good.

"Jeez, calm down man… here, I'll read it to you." The rustling of papers breaks through the heavy silence from before and causes me to look up, but only slightly. I note Dee's green eyes trained on the papers in front of him, tossing the now empty manila folder aside and leaning back casually in his seat. He clears his throat gravelly, looking up intentionally and catching my stare.

I glower in response, pursing my lips and eyebrows furrowed. He grins smartly in return and I stifle a growl, holding myself back and simply waiting for him to read the contents of the documents out loud. Simple enough.

"Once upon a time, there was a handsome billionaire named Dee, but as handsome and rich as he was, he just wasn't happy. On the other side of the city, there lived a homeless bum named Ryo, but he liked people calling him Randy." The whole while, Dee's mischievous green eyes have been trained on my own, the wry upturn of his lips hinting at the smirk his mouth was growing to be. I simply watch him blankly, eyebrow raised, and waiting for him to continue.

I won't admit it but… I'm actually curious to where Dee is heading with this story of his – only because he seems to have an active imagination! Nothing else, and not because I like him or the story! Just curiousity at its best and that is all. Swear. Something twinkle's in his eyes though, something that causes me to look away as a warm flush seems to creep up my neck. Bastard.

"One night, Dee found himself driving through the other side of the city, the poor side of the city, enjoying his shiny corvette. He was on his cell phone, discussing plans of what he would do with his sex slaves at home when suddenly, out of nowhere, he hit something. A few minutes later and a few f words later, he found out it was more like a someone, and by the ragged clothes and scruffy hair, Dee knew this was a stupid homeless bum who had tried to cross the road. With guilt eating away at him, Dee took the homeless bum back to his home and began to nurse him, only because he was hot. The next morning, Dee called off from work and watched over the hot homeless bum in his bed, after a night of heavy sex. Or so Dee wished. The homeless bum soon woke up and lo' and behold, his name was Randy -- "

"Why am I the homeless person? Logically speaking, it'd be more likely that you would be the homeless person considering I do more of the work out of the two of us." I interrupt him swiftly, saying this, as Dee seems to only grin in return. Which exasperates me even more. I hold my slumped chin up with my left hand, resting my supporting elbow on the desk.

"I'm too beautiful for the streets." Dee replies easily, grinning slyly as his eyes capture that mischievous glint once again, I'm too used to it to care though. That was just any ordinary Dee answer, nothing to be surprised about.

"But -- " I start, but Dee's hand shoots out and covers my mouth quickly, shutting me up effortlessly. My eyes widen in surprise, not expecting it or Dee leaning over the desk now, manila folder pushed aside. His eyes are watching me intently, lips smiling softly, which is what causes hesitance to crawl up my spine and get caught somewhere between my shoulders and the back of my head.

Dee's teasing grins are evil but his soft smiles… ? Those just confuse the hell out of me. At least with his grins you know it's something evil and more than just most of the time pertains to a naughty idea. But his smiles… they always catch you by surprise, and you just don't know what to expect, but you know something's coming at you.

"Wouldn't you agree, Ryo?" Dee asks me quietly but with a hint of sly knowing hidden in his words, the way he says it, the closeness of his face hovering in front of my own. And for those very reasons, a blush worms its way onto my cheeks, warm and bright from the boiling blood beneath my cheeks and the feel of it.

I glare in return, attempting to take back my blush with the furrowing of my eyebrows, and the stiffening of my whole body.

"Gah!" My complaint is muffled as I rear backwards, using my hands to pull Dee's off of my mouth, breathing hard and glowering now. "What the hell was that? You're an annoying bastard, you know that?" I spit, fidgeting with my hands, folding them across my chest and then unfolding them and allowing them to play with the top of my head. It's all over the place, just like I am.

"Only with you." Dee grasps my flitting hands, holding them still, standing up and leaning easily over the desk now, head drawn close to my own. "And when do you ever complain?" The question is soft, quiet… and the pit of my stomach balls in on itself. It does something to me… but then again, it may just be the deep greens of his eyes staring intently, but with a fleck of probing in his irises.

He moves in closer, the warm feel of his breath noticeable on my lips, but I don't move away, I just keep looking into his eyes, or do my best to do so.

"Always… " I whisper inaudibly, Dee's thumb stroking across my knuckles idly as he moves in to kiss me.

I let him.

Dee's lips press against my own, pushing my lips open with his tongue and eagerly claiming me once again. I kiss back breathlessly; my eyelashes fluttering as an electric tremble courses through me. The warms hands clasping my own, gently persuade me closer so within a few moments, I'm willingly playing with the kiss just as Dee is. With sudden building confidence that seems to blindside me, I sloppily push back into Dee's mouth, only pulling away as I brush my tongue with Dee's, sparking exciting new tingles that make me shudder again. Dee must have felt the positive reaction and breathes in sharply through his nose, seeming thrilled and surprised at my participation. But Dee took control of the kiss again, wet sounds echoing in the confined office, encouraging him to continue.

I abruptly gasp into the kiss, my eyes rolling upwards and closing in bliss as a hot hand skims over my sensitive stomach, Dee's hand having let go of my own and dragged beneath my suit shirt, kneading purposefully, tauntingly, something building within me that I'd never felt with anyone before.

Just as Dee's other hand goes to cup the side of my neck, someone knocks on the door.

"Get off." I whisper, forcing Dee off of me, trying to ignore the quiet whimper he releases. I swipe him off the desk, adjusting the hem of my shirt, sucking in a quick breath as I muster the strength to allow my blush to fade back. Dee falls off the desk, kissing the ground now and letting out a muttered grunt.

"Fuck! That hurt!" Dee's pained yell catches my attention, but I'm too caught up in fixing the desk and myself. "Fucking, bastard ground… thinks it's better than me… my ass… " For some weird reason, hearing Dee's swearing and husky growl causes me to chuckle quietly, and under my breath.

I continue to chuckle as another knock sounds.

"Dee? Ryo? You two ok in there? What's going on?" Drake's voice is concerned and inquiring from behind the doorway, a pregnant silence growing within the room. Dee groans in pain, getting up gingerly form the ground, black hair mussed and strewn over his head. "Uh… maybe this is the wrong time… just wanted to see how things were going but… maybe next time… "

"No, wait, Drake! It's not -- "

"Heh, erm… have fun… yeah… " Scurrying footsteps follow after Drake's awkward words, leaving me dumbfounded and embarrassed at the same time.

I immediately look down at Dee, who's still on his stomach but looking up at me with a full-fledged smirk. Strangles of black hair hang in front of his eyes, masking some of the green of his eyes, but his cunning glint still noticeable even through the hair.

"Oh… fuck you… " I grumble, walking over to Dee's prone form and cuffing the top of my dress shoe against his side. In one quick movement though, Dee's hand clasps onto my ankle and with another grin, he pulls me down.

I stifle a yell and one very bad swear word, as I fall down on top of Dee, amazingly having him straddle me just as quickly.

"Well then… when do we start?" Dee beams, green eyes darkening and glittering at the same time.

And then my stupid blush comes back again. Damn Dee.

S p l a t t e rT h eB l o o d/

end note: After a century and a half, I'm back. Writer's block, laziness, and just too many other stories caused this to not be updated untill... now. I hope you've enjoyed and if I were you... I'd kill me too. So go ahead, do your worst - it's the 'least I deserve. Does the slight lime make up for it? Just a bit... ? Please. Much thanks in advanced. And you guys rock. Not onlymy socks - but my bed too!

warning: This story contains: yaoi, so prewarning for any homophobes out there, m/m relationships, gay content and of the sort. It also includes: violence, inappropriate language, indecent exposure, police lingo, torture, abuse, and many other things that are unsuitable for childrens and people alike. Reader be advised.