Disclaimer for FAKE

Fandom: FAKE

Pairing: Dee/Ryo

Rating: Not work safe. We have a very sad rape scene once again. Has been altered a bit for FanFiction. If you want to see the full story, look for me in LiveJournal under stallianna.

Spoilers: After Vol. 7

Timing: First year of being together. Just after the end of the last volume for sure. I think somewhere in the middle of May maybe since I want it to be spring. Probably just a couple of months after getting together.

Summary: Ryo feels betrayed by Hideo and Hideo seems to be feeling sorry for Ryo.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of FAKE. They belong to Sanami Matoh. I'm just a poor fan fic writer. I do own the characters of Hideo, Pedro, Tanisha, Shantaya, and Tanisha.

A/N: Wow how long has it been since I last typed in my story? I'm so sorry to all of my loyal readers who have been waiting patiently for me to finish. I've finally found some time in my new super busy life to type again. I've started online school so my time has really lessened now. So please be patient with me as I try to write my story more.

Beted by no one totally at the moment. Looked at by Vovo after it's up.

Trouble in Little New York Chapter 12

Bikky never noticed once he got off of the bus, when he got home, a black car that was following him ever since he left school. There was only one person in the car but they were talking in a cell phone the whole time they were following Bikky around the city. The car parks across the street from the apartment building and the figure behind the wheel just sits back to watch and wait.

This is still the same day from chapter 11.

By 4pm, Dee was itching to get out of the precinct. Everywhere he turned that day there was someone asking him if he was okay and if he wanted some company. He kept telling people that he was fine. Ted, Drake, and JJ were the worst of the bunch due to popping up around all kinds of corners or barging into his office and hanging out. Sure they didn't bother him while he was working, but the constant buzz of someone hovering around him was starting to ware on his nerves.

Down in the parking garage and finally in the confines of his car, Dee lets out a sigh of solitude relief. He lights up a cigarette and relishes as the heat burns his throat and the nicotine rushes into his lungs. He holds the smoke there for several seconds before blowing it out through his mouth and nose. He watches the swirling patterns for a couple of seconds more before starting the car.

Outside on the busy street, he reflects how the day went. Although it was only the first day of the hunt for Ryo, it was still frustrating that nothing got done. A person from the lab came to his office with Ryo's cell phone in a plastic bag, and by the apologetic look on the man's face; Dee knew they found no useful information to give. But the man still gave the same information that Ryo's fingerprints were the only ones on the phone. They took the liberty of cleaning off the phone for him as well. Dee thanked the man as he took the phone and watch the other man leave the office.

Before he knew it, he was home. He blinks in confusion as he recognizes his own apartment but then shrugs his shoulders in a 'what the hey' fashion. He goes inside and begins to pack an overnight bag since his suitcase was still at Ryo's apartment. He then goes to the fridge to check on the perishables. Whatever was still good, he packs to take to Ryo's place so it doesn't spoil. He gets his coffee from the cabinet because he didn't want to come back to stale coffee. He takes one last glance around his studio apartment and decides that the rest can wait until he comes back to check on it. He leaves his home, locks the door behind him and goes back to his car.

Back at Ryo's apartment, Dee takes his belongings inside and begins to unpack. He begins to prep for dinner by pulling some steaks out of the fridge. He fries the steaks, makes a pot of rice and a pot of carrots. While he waits for Bikky to come home, he begins a load of the boy's laundry.

Bikky comes home about ten minutes after Dee comes back from doing the laundry. "Hey," he says politely as he goes to his room. "I'm going to do my homework," he calls over his shoulder as he closes the door behind him. In the privacy of his room, he pulls out his cell phone and speed dials Carol's number.

"Hello?" says a distracted voice.

"Hey, Carol, it's Bikky."

"Oh, hey Bikky," Carol's voice snaps back to reality. "What's up?"

"I have some news to tell you and it's not good."

"What's wrong?" her voice begins to sound worried.

"Ryo's been kidnapped and we can't find him."

"What!?" Carol begins to stammer all kinds of questions in a high pitched voice and not once giving Bikky the time to answer any of them. Bikky just calmly waits for her to get her tirade out before speaking.

"I know how you feel. I'm really upset too. But, look, you can't tell your aunt about any of this."

"Yeah, I understand," she sniffles a little. "What can we do to help Dee and the police find him?"

"I'm already on that. I've asked some friends from the old hood that I feel that I can trust and they're going to do what they can to help me out. Other than that, I'm really not too sure."

"Well, I have no ideas to contribute at the moment, but if I think of something, I'll give you a call."

Their conversation then drifts to school and Carol helps Bikky with a little of his homework. Finally she gets off of the phone due to her aunt calling for her. Bikky somehow finishes his homework before his mind can take his focus away. Before his mind can take him to a dark place he's brought to reality by a soft knock on his door.

"Dinner's ready," comes Dee's muffed voice from the other side of the door.

The two sit at the dinner table in relative silence. They try to have small conversation about school, homework, and even Carol, but all come to a stop after a few words. After dinner, Bikky goes to the living room to watch T.V. while Dee cleans up the dishes. Dee finds himself watching the news once Bikky retreats to his room to go to bed. He changes the channel once he realizes that it's nothing but nonsense coming from the screen due to the fact that he's not paying attention at all. Suddenly his cell phone rings and he looks at it to see that Ted is calling. He sighs in frustration as he answers it.

"Yeah, Ted."

"Hey, Dee," comes a slightly excited voice from the other end. "I just had to tell someone about this girl I just met tonight…"

Dee sighs inwardly and holds the phone from his ear at Ted rambles off about something uninteresting. He brings the phone back when he hears a nervous chuckle on the other end to catch Ted asking him a question.

"How you doing bud?"

"I'm doing fine, Teddy," Dee tries to sound sleepy, "I'm just getting ready to go…"

"You wanna go to a bar with me tonight?" Ted interrupts.

"Nah, man. I'm just really tired and I want to go…"

"You want me to come over for some company?" Ted interrupts again. "I can call Drake and we can just chill with you for a while."

"No thanks, Ted. It's a school night for the kid and I really don't want too many distractions to keep him awake tonight."

"Oh," Ted sighs in defeat. When he speaks next, it's in a jovial manner, "Hey that's fine, man. I understand. I was just checking up on my buddy, you know? I'll see you tomorrow."

"Thanks for caring, Ted. See you tomorrow. Night." Dee hangs up his phone in relief. He goes back to the television screen when his phone rings again about twenty minutes later. He sighs again as he answers to Drake.

x x x

Ryo wakes in the early evening with a jolt. He senses that someone is in the room with him, but by being on his back in the bed, he can't see where the person is. He then hears the chair that's in the room creak as the presence stands up from it. He listens wildly for any kind of recognizable sound from the person as he tries hard to keep his breathing and heartbeat even. He silently prays that it's not Eric.

Unfortunately, his prayers are unanswered as the 6'2" man walks into his view. His curly hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail at the base of his neck. This time he's wearing a pair of designer dark blue jeans that fit very tightly around his well-muscled thighs and calves. They don't even hide the impressive budge in the front. His black, short-sleeved T-shirt is also tight fitting, showing his defined eight pack abdomen and toned stomach. "Good evening, detective," he says pleasantly with a smile on his handsome face that does not reach his hazel brown eyes which glitter coldly behind his rectangular frames.

Ryo keeps his mouth shut and his breathing even as he listens to the silky tenor voice speak. He also tries to keep his mind as blank as possible to keep from screaming out in fear of this man who is capable of so much horrid pain. He watches as Eric walks to the foot of the bed and for some reason, he couldn't help but watch as the muscles ripple in the arms, abdomen and legs as they moved. He continues to keep all emotion from his face as he watches Eric's eyes drink in his naked form again and this time he can't hold back a blush of humiliation and anger even though his face is still stony. His eyes are the only give away of this anger and he sees Eric grin coldly again.

Eric is enjoying himself immensely at the mental torture he knows he's putting the detective through. He watches all of the small body twitches made by his new toy. I like him, he thinks to himself, he really amuses me. I think I'll keep him around for a while. At least until I lose interest in him. He looks at the naked body in front of him and he feels a stirring in his nether regions. He is a rather handsome man, even though he's a cop. But I must not get caught up with him at all. He's the reason I've lost a lot of good men lately and being stuck with all of these newbies to train. He glares once more at Ryo before finally speaking again.

"Now it is time for me to give you the latest news that I've received about one of my best men in prison." Eric gives a sneer. "I was told that this man has been a victim of a very nasty gang rape earlier today and that he's in critical condition in the infirmary." His eyes flash gleefully when he sees that he finally gets a reaction from the object of his anger. "It's time for your punishment to begin."

When Ryo hears this last statement, he's unable to stop his eyes from growing wide in horror while he clenches his buttocks from the idea to try to keep the invasion from happening again. His hearing starts to become muffled as terror takes over his brain but he's still able to comprehend when Eric calls for both Hideo and Pedro to come into the room. For a while he barely notices as the two men enter until his brain finally wakes up and recognizes Hideo. He looks desperately at the young Japanese man, willing him to understand him with his eyes.

Hideo notices the wild look of terror in Ryo's eyes and that they were screaming for help but he remains emotionless as he waits for his next orders with Pedro.

Eric doesn't miss the look either and wonders if the two men might have some sort of connection towards each other. That's just ridiculous, he thinks to himself, My man is Japanese and the cop is American. They can't possibly have anything in common. He's pleased to note that his man is not fazed at all by any of the looks. "Okay boys," he says out loud, "flip him over to his stomach, re-tie him and leave the room."

"Please!" Ryo calls out to Hideo once again hoping to get some sort of help. "Don't let this happen to me again!" He tries to wrench away from the two men as they put his hands on him to flip him over. Finally his resolve fails him and he begins to sob uncontrollably as he lands on his stomach once more. His head whips around wildly as he searches for a sign of the man he feels to be his only hope. Once he spots him he yells out in Japanese, "Onegai!"

Even though his back is turned, Hideo stops for a few short seconds upon hearing that one word. But instead of turning around to look at the captive, he walks out of the room with Pedro behind him and closes the door since Pedro went to his position next to the door. For some reason, he feels funny about leaving the other man to be tortured by his boss, but the pit of his stomach feels as if it left him. Never before had it bothered him to hear of some random person being taken care of by his boss before today. Besides, he thinks to himself, he's a cop who's been messing with us for some time and he's American. He probably just learned a little Japanese in his life. He takes his place on the other side of the door and tries his hardest to drown out the sounds of anguish coming from inside the room.

Eric strips his clothes off once his subordinates leave the room and proceeds to climb on top of the sobbing man. "Now, now my pretty," he whispers in Ryo's ear, "I don't intend to torture you like I said. I intend to fuck you lovingly this time." Then, instead of being rough and hurtful, he gives a sensitive kiss to the back of Ryo's neck. He smiles to himself when he feels the body under him stiffen in surprise and he proceeds to kiss him more on his neck and trail down his shoulders to his back with a few soft bites here and there.

Ryo stops all of his pitiful, fearful noise when the first gentle kiss lands on the back of his neck. What in the hell is this man doing? He thinks wildly to himself. This man just told me that he wants to do harm to me and now he's trying to be loving? The tears that had stopped flowing from his surprise continued once again silently as his assailant continued this twisted form of 4-play. Suddenly he feels Eric's hands move towards his buttocks and he immediately clenches the muscles tight. He hears Eric sigh with frustration.

Once Eric saw the strong gluteus muscles tighten, he knew he was going to be a difficult time to get them to release.

"Look, Randy," he says quietly with no menace in his voice, "if you let me just do this without a fight, I promise it will not hurt and we'll be done in no time."

He gives the other man a few moments to make up his mind but when he realizes that his captive is not about to let him in, he loses his temper and instead of threatening, he lets loose with his fists into the sensitive areas of Ryo's back. He hits with such venomous that Ryo cries out with a new kind of pain and his muscles loosen up. He seizes his opportunity to grab the ass cheeks and pull them apart and cause massive pain. he smiles in satisfaction at the fact that the man under him cries out more with this kind of pain that he's caused. He continues to thrust slowly but angrily inside of Ryo all the while talking with an angered voice.

"Next time," he emphasizes with thrusts, "I tell you to just let me in and that I'll be nice, you had best do what I say." He gives an extra hard thrust with the last word. "Don't you ever disobey me again."

Ryo continues to sob into the pillow in pain and more anguish than he ever believed to be possible. Why did I even bother to call out to that man, he thinks miserably through his pain, Damn me for even thinking that he could have cared enough to help me out because he's a part of this horrible gang. I wish to God that they all get what they deserve. He cries out again as his rapist thrust angrily into his already bleeding and violated orifice. Suddenly a new though penetrates its way through his pain clouded brain. I've been tainted. I can't go back home like this. I'm a victim. I wasn't strong enough to keep myself from being raped. They're going to hate me once they find out about this. They might even leave me when I need them most. With this new thought, he begins to cry hysterically into the pillow. I would rather be dead than face that kind of rejection from my family and friends, he thinks as he continues to cry. Suddenly, he feels Eric's movements quicken and then his body tense in the pleasure of his orgasm. He even felt the hot spurts of semen enter his body. Still crying, but much softer now, he's relived when he feels Eric withdraw his member from him. He can hear Eric speak somewhere above his head but the words are all muffled and muddled and he doesn't comprehend any of their meaning. He just continues to wish he were dead right then and there.

Eric cleans himself and re-dresses himself. He takes a look down at his handsome captive. He sees ugly purple bruises start to show on the pale skin and the blood on the equally pale buttocks. He feels no remorse for the damage he's done to the man. But one thing that he sees gives him mild concern. He noticed that Ryo didn't hear what he said to him and that wasn't the biggest bother to him. What did bother him was the fact that the body was laying there limp in the bed. His eyes were open, but they had glazed over and showed hardly any signs of life. I don't want to have this man's death to be on my hands, he thinks to himself as he walks to the door. What about that Hideo? He called out to that man. I even saw how Hideo responded when he heard that last word. With this new idea on his mind, he unlocks and opens the door.

"Pedro," he looks at the ugly Hispanic, "go and prepare a meal for our special guest." He waits until Pedro is out of sight before turning his attention to Hideo. "Look, I see that he speaks a bit of your language. I saw you respond to him when he shouted out that word."

"It was just a shock, sir," Hideo says calmly in his thick accent.

"Whatever the situation is, I want you to be his fulltime caretaker. I want you to be the only one to touch him, clean him, feed him, make his food, and even talk to him if you have to. I'll make sure that the others will take up the slack from you. You'll also have some help for your charge, but for the most part, you'll be with him. I'll double your pay for this because this is a twenty-four seven deal here and you'll be sleeping here now, but I'm sure that won't be a problem for you. And also, as long as he's kept alive, there are some nice bonuses for you."

Hideo listens to the proposition in silence, nodding when appropriate. "Yes, sir. I'll stay with him," he finally says once Eric stops talking. He knows that he has no choice in the matter. He watches as his boss smiles in satisfaction and walks away. Once he feels that he can't be heard, he lets out the air that he didn't realize he was holding. "How in the hell do I get myself into these situations?" he mumbles to himself as he opens the door to the small dingy room. Just before he looks at the bed, closes his eyes and prepares his mind, hopefully, for what he's about to see. When he opens his eyes, he looks straight to the bed and takes in a sharp breath of air. The man before him, on the bed, was in a terrible state. He first sees the large, ugly purple and blue bruises on the rib cage. It was amazing that the bones weren't broken. He moves closer and finally sees the spatter of blood on the pale buttocks. His shocked mind finally comprehends what had taken place and he feels bile begin to rise into his throat. Swallowing it down, he tries to harden himself as he begins the job he agreed to do.

He goes to the bathroom and locates a rectangular bucket that he fills with warm, soapy water. He then retrieves a washcloth and frowns at how rough it is, but knows that he has to deal with it at the moment. He comes back out with his items and goes to Ryo's head he sees that the dark eyes are still open but glazed over in pain and anguish. They have a look of wanting to give up on life all together. He listens to the labored breathing rattling in Ryo's chest and he begins to speak clearly and softly in his accent. "I'm here to clean your body. It's me, Hideo." He moves into Ryo's range of vision. He watches as the eyes give a slight response towards him. "Is it okay if I touch your body?" He waits for some sort of response as he looks down at the dark eyes still glazed over. He begins to fear that he might lose Ryo when he notices that the eyes begin to clear up a little and return to the real world and begin to tear. He sees a slight nod of the head.

Even though he hears Hideo talk to him, it's hard to understand or comprehend anything that the Japanese man is telling him. All he can say that he understood was that this man was going to clean him up. And even though he didn't want this man, who had ignored him and let these horrible things happen to him, touch him, he remembered his will giving up and just agreeing that he could be touched. Through the thick fog of pain and self-loathing, he flinches at the unfamiliar touch of Hideo's hands and the warm washcloth on his shoulders. He finally relaxes when his mind understands that there was no pain coming from this man. He sighs at the feel of the rough washcloth as it cleanses him. He feels it moving down his back and towards the area of so much pain. He clenches his muscles again to avoid more violation to his already painful rectum.

"It's okay," he hears the soft accented voice from somewhere behind him, "I promise I won't hurt you. I just need to clean you here. I'll go slow and be as gentle as possible."

Ryo finally relaxes as best as he can while the other man cleans him.

Hideo begins to feel sorry for this man that's tied to the bed before him. He carefully places a hand on a cheek and pulls it to the side. The sight that greets him almost makes him want to cry out in shock. He feels sickened by the sight of the very torn and abused anal channel. He could see the torn skin still oozing some blood and some white liquid that he already knows what it is. Still holding the cheek to the side, he takes the washcloth and, as gently as possible, begins to wipe away the blood and semen. He hears hisses of pain and watches as muscles jump and twitch in anticipation to protect the vulnerable area. Finally, after what felt like forever, he finished his task and felt good that it was done right. He looks at the water in the bucket that's stained red when he hears the door to the room open. He looks up to see Pedro's greasy face enter the room with an ugly, toothy grin. He sees that the Hispanic man is carrying a tray of food that was told to be brought here. He also notices a funny look in the other man's eyes and goes to relive Pedro of his burden.

"What are you doing?" Pedro demands angrily in his own thick accent as the tray is taken from him.

"Doing what the boss told me to do," Hideo replies calmly, "Eric-san told me that I'm the primary caretaker of this man, so I am the one to feed him. I'm just following orders. Thank you for the food. You can go now." He watches as Pedro leaves with a sour look on his face.

Ryo, feeling a little better after the cleaning, watches Hideo inspect the food that was brought.

"Kuso," Hideo curses under his breath as he finds gob saliva in the sandwich. "I'll be right back with some proper food. Please do not worry. I will not let anyone in here who is not supposed to be in here."

Feeling relived upon hearing those words, Ryo, still on his stomach, watches as the Japanese man leave the room.

More A/N: And this is it for Chapter 12. I'm actually working on chapter 13 now. I do have school first but I'll do my best to finish this story. I really did not abandon it. I was just having a life crisis kind of thing. Feedbacks are always welcome.