Welcome! Unfortunately, I do not own FAKE. That honor belongs to Sanami Matoh-sama. But I will shamelessly manipulate her characters for the time being.
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Warning, this chapter contains YAOI- male on male action. If it bothers you, you shouldn't be reading M rated FAKE fic, you idiot. For everyone else with sense, I hope I don't disappoint you with this chapter! A closer look into what Ryo's been dealing with internally.


Ryo looked around the rather small room and immediately knew that something was not quite right about his location. There was no furniture whatsoever. The walls, where you could see them, were faded white. But more noticeable was the fact that they were covered in pictures- polaroid shots, photocopies, even framed black and white portraits. All of them had a common subject...Dee Laytner.

Examining the picture carefully, he was perplexed by their sheer numbers. Part of him was creeped out to see his lover's face used as wallpaper. Then again, there were scattered shots of Dee in rather...compromising positions that he couldn't help being turned on by, even if it was a little more than disturbing. Where had they all come from?

Ryo continued to scan the photos until he came to a poster-sized image that he had to back up to look at properly. This one stood out in prominence from the others, and it was the only one Ryo could see had two people. One was, of course, Dee. The other was JJ.

He felt his heart drop into his stomach. Where the hell was he? Suddenly all the pictures of Dee had him feeling nauseous.

Leaving the room through its only door, Ryo found himself in a long hallway. No pictures here, but it was painted in a deep green that reminded him of Dee's eyes. This was insane.

For a minute, he just stood there, the image of that picture burned into his memory. Dee's arms had been draped over JJ's shoulders, protectively and lovingly, and JJ reclined his head comfortably on Dee's shoulder. Their expressions had both been radiant and happy. When had that been taken? When had the two of them been so close?

Ryo's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of hushed voices farther down the hall. He followed the noise, feeling more confused and anxious by the minute. The voices grew louder- a subdued laugh, a sigh, a gentle shush. Then he was suddenly in front of a door, and the noise was coming from the other side.

His palms were sweating, but his blood ran cold. He knew that laugh.

Almost without thinking, he swung the door opened in a panic, desperate to be proven wrong. But the sight before him was worse than he could have imagined. There was a large bed covered in rumpled black sheets, becoming further tangled by the activities of the two half clothed figures sprawled out on top of them.

The face towards Ryo was JJ's, eyes glistening with desire and pleasure- eyes that couldn't see Ryo as he stood in the doorway. His hands were tightly twined through raven hair that covered the face of the man attached to his neck.

"No..."

The darker haired of the two was definitely in control, and began planting a trail of small kisses down JJ's bare chest, his companion relishing in the attention. He slowly worked off the smaller man's jeans, lips never breaking contact with skin.

Ryo stared as if in a trance- the way then man's hands lightly caressed and tickled. He knew those hands and their fiery touch.

"Stop it. Don't..."

Now JJ was busy working off his partner's pants. Conveniently, the man wore no boxers and Ryo got a full view of him from behind, never once seeing his face. But that muscular back and shapely ass were horrifyingly familiar.

Then the man took the reigns again and slowly laid JJ back down, whispering loving words that Ryo couldn't make out.

"Stop." He choked- he could barely breathe. He hadn't felt so much pain inside of him in so long. Why was he watching this?

JJ's legs had been spread wide and his larger partner loomed over him. The small man let out a whimper that immediately became a pleading groan. The two mens' bodies quickly established a rhythm that gradually built in intensity, as if they knew one another's desires as well as they knew their own. JJ let out intermittent cries and moans, while the other man murmured to him. Suddenly, Ryo could hear his deep, passionate growl.

"Hush, baby, it's all right. I love you JJ."

Ryo finally snapped out of it.

"Stop! DEE!"

Ryo shot up in bed, his face covered in sweat, his cheeks wet with fresh tears. He had to run to make it to the bathroom, his body convulsing as it rejected what little he'd eaten that day, attempting to deal with the dream yet again. It had happened every day for the past week, and twice just that day.

He leaned his head against the coolness of the toilet bowl, attempting to calm his breathing and heart rate. He berated himself for getting so worked up over a damn dream, but he couldn't help it. The thought of Dee and JJ together- Dee and anyone else together- made him ill (literally; and the realistic dream images hadn't helped).

Sighing, Ryo admitted to himself that he was addicted- Dee was like a drug he couldn't live without. It was what he'd been afraid of from the start, but he knew that he was fully dependent upon Dee's love, and it felt good to have so much on the line. But he wanted the same devotion from him, and not just in the form of sex. Was Dee completely loyal to him, mind, body, and spirit?

He had no reason to suspect otherwise, but these dreams...they kept shoving Ryo's worst fears into his face. Now they were getting in the way of his relationship. Like earlier at work. And now here he was in the bathroom while Dee slept on his couch. They hadn't spent time together all week, and hadn't slept together in longer. This was getting to be too much.

Forcing himself to get up, he left the bathroom on shaky feet and went into the living room. He laid down on the floor beside the couch wearily and grabbed the hand dangled over the edge. For the first time in seven days he slept dreamlessly.


I almost feel bad for doing this to Ryo. If he seems a little out of character in the dream...how to put this? Have you ever dreamed and felt like you weren't really yourself? Even if the circumstances are unbelievable, you don't question them? If not, you'll have to imagine what it's like, because that's the way Ryo dreams (well, the way I dream that I'm passing on to Ryo for lack of a better example). Anyway, reviews are loved! See you next chapter!