Title: Under Cover
Author: badly-knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG-15
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Dee has been roped in at the last minute for an undercover gig.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt 'Cover'.
Disclaimer: I don't own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.
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Dee wasn't a slave to fashion the way JJ was, but he was still a stylish man. He knew what suited him, and he dressed accordingly. Today, however, walking into the men's locker room before his shift, Ryo took one look at his partner and had to wonder whether he was having a really bizarre sex dream. He surreptitiously pinched himself, which hurt, so he figured he must be awake, despite all evidence to the contrary.
"Dee? What on earth are you wearing?"
"Not my choice, okay?" Dee scowled at him, as if daring him to laugh.
That response had never crossed Ryo's mind; his lover looked edible. Dee was wearing skintight, and extremely short, black Lycra shorts that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and a red mesh crop top that was mostly holes, ending just below his pecs and showing off his abs. The term 'Not Safe For Work' came immediately to mind, especially since Ryo was positive Dee didn't have any underwear on beneath the shorts. There wouldn't be room.
"Someone else dressed you?" he asked, not sure how he should feel about that.
"Not physically, but this was the outfit I was given to wear. I'm goin' undercover."
Ryo shook his head. "You're not under much."
"Yeah, well, like I said, not my choice. Plus it's all kinda last minute. The guy who was supposed to be doin' this gig went out drinkin' last night, fell down the stairs at the subway, and busted his goddamn ankle, so narcotics roped me in to take his place. Are you even listenin' to me?"
"Huh?" Blinking, Ryo tore his gaze away from the shorts. "Did you say something?"
"Yeah, I was explainin' why I'm dressed like this."
"Doesn't matter. Just make sure you get to keep those shorts."
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The End