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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,425
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3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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In the Line of Duty
Title: In the Line of Duty
Author: Gracelyn Musica
Date Written: 8/27/05
Word Count: 1,128
Rating: NC-17 Mature audiences only
Disclaimer: Not mine
Characters/Pairing: Dee/Ryo
Spoilers: Set post series.
Warnings: Death, Angst, Sap and Yaoi
Notes: This was originally a drabble on the 27th_precinct lj community (orignal drabble follows this story). Dedicated to yaoi_dork, for setting the plot bunnies on me.
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The phone was ringing.
Dee ignored it, cracking open another beer. It was probably Ryo or J.J., anyway, calling to check up on him. He wasn\'t really in the mood to talk to anyone, but for some reason he knew those two would just make it worse: J.J. would do something like go into hysterics and demand to come over to check up on \'his Dee\', and Ryo... Ryo would simply ask in his soft tone, gently, \"Are you all right?\"
Dee didn\'t know how he\'d reply.
\'Fuck it. The machine\'ll pick it up\', he thought to himself, taking a deep drink from his beer can, lowering the level by half. He could see the brownish liquid foaming slightly through the small metal circle, bubbles of air breaking on the surface of the froth. The taste of alcohol was heavy on his tongue, but the weight of the day\'s events was even heavier on his mind.
He had killed a man today.
\'No\', he amended mentally, \'a child. Barely older than Carol.\'
He and Ryo were working the street, trying to chase down the head of a crack ring, when the kid--stupid, young, and higher than the moon on coke--pulled a gun on Ryo. His response had been immediate, his gut instinct to protect his partner, his friend and his lover: He had pulled his own weapon out and shot the boy twice in the chest.
Those two shots seemed to stretch into eternity. He could practically see the Matrix-like shock waves traveling through the air, the sound three times louder than normal in his eardrums. And then, suddenly, it was an instant, and the boy was face down on the pavement, a growing puddle of blood soaking into his clothing and forming rivers of red down the pavement.
Dee had just looked at him before frantically calling for a bus and going to check on the victim. Dee was simply in shock, finally realizing that he had been taken to the precinct when Rose had told him to just go home.
That was an hour ago. He had been drinking non-stop since.
He and Ryo were definitely taken off that case; they\'d probably be stuck back in juvie for a while. Working in the juvenile department, now that was a depressing thought. Social deviants as young as the age of six and seven went through there, not to mention that Ryo blew a gasket every time Bikky or Carol turned up.
The phone stopped its song, causing Dee to come back to reality. He polished off his beer, placing it along with row of other empty cans before reaching with another one. He just wanted to forget, to drown his sorrows.
It wouldn\'t work, but it sure as hell felt good right now.
The phone started ringing again. Dee reached over the arm of the couch and unplugged the jack from the wall. The ringer fell blissfully silent, but Dee swore he could still hear its echo filling the apartment.
He turned his attention to his new beer and missed the sound of a key turning in the lock. Ryo peeked around the door, looking for his lover before hearing movement in the living room. the half-Japanese detective toed off his shoes at the door--pure ingrained habit--and went into the living room.
There was Dee, well-through a six pack and starting another, his back to the door frame. Instinctively, Ryo walked behind him, wrapping strong arms around his younger lover.
Dee jumped at the surprise, but relaxed when Ryo pressed a kiss against his temple. He opened his mouth to speak, but was shushed by the blonde. \"Let\'s not talk about it tonight, okay?\"
The brunette nodded, turning and burying himself into Ryo\'s embrace, his face pressed against the crook of Ryo\'s shoulder as he fought back tears.
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Later, much later, after Dee had cried himself out and Ryo had thrown away the empty cans and a shared shower, Dee\'s face was still pressed into the junction of Ryo\'s neck and shoulder, but this time to smother moans. His hands were gliding up and down the man\'s sweat-soaked back, relishing in the feel of Ryo slowly pumping in and out of his body.
His blonde lover had looked at him with confusion in his gorgeous dark eyes when Dee laid on his back, holding his arms out in a silent request to be held, but Ryo hadn\'t argued. The two had been lovers for over a year, and the two had fallen into the practice of taking turns topping, although that task usually fell to Dee. And while it was unusual for Dee to ask to be taken, it wasn\'t completely foreign to Ryo.
The blonde was being slow and sensual, touching and caressing and kissing as much soft skin as possible while the two slowly made love. He could tell Dee needed both comfort and reassurance: Comfort from having to kill someone while protecting him, and reassurance that he was still loved. A pale hand slid up to cup the back of Dee\'s neck, tilting the man\'s head back so he could stare into deep emerald eyes. He smiled softly down at the brunette, mouthing \"I love you\" before capturing his lips in a long, drugging kiss. The hands on his back held him tighter, and his free hand slid down to caress the back of his upper leg.
After what seemed to be eternity--a mindless, timeless, wonderful, blissful eternity--Dee orgasmed, the sticky white cum spilling onto his stomach, smearing across Ryo\'s as he continued to move before cooling and sliding down to soak into the sheets. As he came he clawed at Ryo\'s back, leaving angry red marks that were pleasurable in the heat of passion but would hurt at any other time. Ryo arched his back, leaning into the touch and buried himself deeper into the contracting heat. A few hard, deep thrusts later and Ryo came as well, his seed spilling deep into Dee\'s body.
The brunette was still shaking when Ryo gently slid out of his body and took him into his arms, aftershocks of his orgasm wracking his body. Ryo pressed a kiss to his lover\'s forehead, smiling softly; the younger man had most likely been exhausted from crying. Dee\'s strong arms wrapped around the half-Japanese man, and onyx eyes meet deep emerald.
\"Thank you.\" The voice was soft, but sincere. Ryo could see that the fear of being unloved had been removed--it was shining in Dee\'s eyes, for all the world to see.
\"No need,\" he replied in an equally soft tone, smiling gently and pressing a fleeting kiss to his lover\'s lips. He pulled Dee back down, lying the brunette head on his shoulder and idly toying with the long strands. \"Now sleep, Dee.\" He smiled wider when emerald eyes looked up at his face questioningly. \"I\'ll be here all night.\"
And Dee slept.
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Author: Gracelyn Musica
Date Written: 8/27/05
Word Count: 1,128
Rating: NC-17 Mature audiences only
Disclaimer: Not mine
Characters/Pairing: Dee/Ryo
Spoilers: Set post series.
Warnings: Death, Angst, Sap and Yaoi
Notes: This was originally a drabble on the 27th_precinct lj community (orignal drabble follows this story). Dedicated to yaoi_dork, for setting the plot bunnies on me.
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The phone was ringing.
Dee ignored it, cracking open another beer. It was probably Ryo or J.J., anyway, calling to check up on him. He wasn\'t really in the mood to talk to anyone, but for some reason he knew those two would just make it worse: J.J. would do something like go into hysterics and demand to come over to check up on \'his Dee\', and Ryo... Ryo would simply ask in his soft tone, gently, \"Are you all right?\"
Dee didn\'t know how he\'d reply.
\'Fuck it. The machine\'ll pick it up\', he thought to himself, taking a deep drink from his beer can, lowering the level by half. He could see the brownish liquid foaming slightly through the small metal circle, bubbles of air breaking on the surface of the froth. The taste of alcohol was heavy on his tongue, but the weight of the day\'s events was even heavier on his mind.
He had killed a man today.
\'No\', he amended mentally, \'a child. Barely older than Carol.\'
He and Ryo were working the street, trying to chase down the head of a crack ring, when the kid--stupid, young, and higher than the moon on coke--pulled a gun on Ryo. His response had been immediate, his gut instinct to protect his partner, his friend and his lover: He had pulled his own weapon out and shot the boy twice in the chest.
Those two shots seemed to stretch into eternity. He could practically see the Matrix-like shock waves traveling through the air, the sound three times louder than normal in his eardrums. And then, suddenly, it was an instant, and the boy was face down on the pavement, a growing puddle of blood soaking into his clothing and forming rivers of red down the pavement.
Dee had just looked at him before frantically calling for a bus and going to check on the victim. Dee was simply in shock, finally realizing that he had been taken to the precinct when Rose had told him to just go home.
That was an hour ago. He had been drinking non-stop since.
He and Ryo were definitely taken off that case; they\'d probably be stuck back in juvie for a while. Working in the juvenile department, now that was a depressing thought. Social deviants as young as the age of six and seven went through there, not to mention that Ryo blew a gasket every time Bikky or Carol turned up.
The phone stopped its song, causing Dee to come back to reality. He polished off his beer, placing it along with row of other empty cans before reaching with another one. He just wanted to forget, to drown his sorrows.
It wouldn\'t work, but it sure as hell felt good right now.
The phone started ringing again. Dee reached over the arm of the couch and unplugged the jack from the wall. The ringer fell blissfully silent, but Dee swore he could still hear its echo filling the apartment.
He turned his attention to his new beer and missed the sound of a key turning in the lock. Ryo peeked around the door, looking for his lover before hearing movement in the living room. the half-Japanese detective toed off his shoes at the door--pure ingrained habit--and went into the living room.
There was Dee, well-through a six pack and starting another, his back to the door frame. Instinctively, Ryo walked behind him, wrapping strong arms around his younger lover.
Dee jumped at the surprise, but relaxed when Ryo pressed a kiss against his temple. He opened his mouth to speak, but was shushed by the blonde. \"Let\'s not talk about it tonight, okay?\"
The brunette nodded, turning and burying himself into Ryo\'s embrace, his face pressed against the crook of Ryo\'s shoulder as he fought back tears.
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Later, much later, after Dee had cried himself out and Ryo had thrown away the empty cans and a shared shower, Dee\'s face was still pressed into the junction of Ryo\'s neck and shoulder, but this time to smother moans. His hands were gliding up and down the man\'s sweat-soaked back, relishing in the feel of Ryo slowly pumping in and out of his body.
His blonde lover had looked at him with confusion in his gorgeous dark eyes when Dee laid on his back, holding his arms out in a silent request to be held, but Ryo hadn\'t argued. The two had been lovers for over a year, and the two had fallen into the practice of taking turns topping, although that task usually fell to Dee. And while it was unusual for Dee to ask to be taken, it wasn\'t completely foreign to Ryo.
The blonde was being slow and sensual, touching and caressing and kissing as much soft skin as possible while the two slowly made love. He could tell Dee needed both comfort and reassurance: Comfort from having to kill someone while protecting him, and reassurance that he was still loved. A pale hand slid up to cup the back of Dee\'s neck, tilting the man\'s head back so he could stare into deep emerald eyes. He smiled softly down at the brunette, mouthing \"I love you\" before capturing his lips in a long, drugging kiss. The hands on his back held him tighter, and his free hand slid down to caress the back of his upper leg.
After what seemed to be eternity--a mindless, timeless, wonderful, blissful eternity--Dee orgasmed, the sticky white cum spilling onto his stomach, smearing across Ryo\'s as he continued to move before cooling and sliding down to soak into the sheets. As he came he clawed at Ryo\'s back, leaving angry red marks that were pleasurable in the heat of passion but would hurt at any other time. Ryo arched his back, leaning into the touch and buried himself deeper into the contracting heat. A few hard, deep thrusts later and Ryo came as well, his seed spilling deep into Dee\'s body.
The brunette was still shaking when Ryo gently slid out of his body and took him into his arms, aftershocks of his orgasm wracking his body. Ryo pressed a kiss to his lover\'s forehead, smiling softly; the younger man had most likely been exhausted from crying. Dee\'s strong arms wrapped around the half-Japanese man, and onyx eyes meet deep emerald.
\"Thank you.\" The voice was soft, but sincere. Ryo could see that the fear of being unloved had been removed--it was shining in Dee\'s eyes, for all the world to see.
\"No need,\" he replied in an equally soft tone, smiling gently and pressing a fleeting kiss to his lover\'s lips. He pulled Dee back down, lying the brunette head on his shoulder and idly toying with the long strands. \"Now sleep, Dee.\" He smiled wider when emerald eyes looked up at his face questioningly. \"I\'ll be here all night.\"
And Dee slept.
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