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+. to F › FAKE
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
4,857
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter Five: The High Priest
Chapter 5, The High Priest
Date Written: 9/21/05
Rating: NC-17 (I swear I wasn\'t planning it, but it happened. Damn plot runnin\' away with itself.)
Characters/Pairings: Dee/Ryo
Warnings: Homosexuality, Murder, Hoodoo use
Disclaimer: Same as Chapter Zero
Spoilers: All the way through Book 7
Notes: Bourbon Street rocks. Although there is one place in it I\'ve never been down--the section that\'s all gay clubs. :: snort :: I kid you not. And another note: I honestly have no idea if the way I wrote the voodoo doll schematics are the real thing, it\'s just the way I\'ve heard. And, as always, a clean version can be found on FF.N
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Hurricane Drink Recipe
2 ounces amber rum
1/4 cup passion fruit juice, or 1 tablespoon passion fruit syrup
1 teaspoon superfine sugar
1/2 teaspoon grenadine
Juice of 1/2 lime
Cherries and orange slice to garnish
Ice cubes
In a cocktail shaker mix the rum, passion fruit juice and sugar until sugar is dissolved. Add the grenadine, and lemon juice and stir to combine. Add the ice cubes and shake. Strain Hurricane into a cocktail glass. Garnish with orange and cherries. Yield: 1 serving
Interesting tidbits of the origin of this famous drink:
The creation of this passion-colored relative of a Daiquiri drink is credited to Pat O\'Brien. He is reported to have invented the Hurricane in the 1940s in New Orleans. Rumors say he needed to get rid of all the rum that Southern distributors forced him to buy before he could get a few cases of other spirits. He poured the concoction into hurricane-lamp-shaped glasses and gave it away to sailors. The drink caught on, and it\'s been part of the celebration ever since.
Pat O\'Brien operated a speakeasy during prohibition known as, \"Mr. O\'Brien\'s Club Tipperary\". The password to get in was, \"storm\'s brewin\'\". In 1933, after the repeal of prohibition, he moved across the street, opened Pat O\'Brien\'s, and later down to the present location at 718 St. Peter, in the French Quarter. During W.W.II, it was difficult to get whiskey, but rum was in ample supply. With the help of the liquor salesman, this cocktail was born. It is served in a 26 oz. Hurricane glass, which is named after the shape of a hurricane lamp and the drink.
--from Cajun Cooking Recipes
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Bourbon Street was loud, crowded and flashy. Bars lined the street, studded with strip bars and voodoo shops. Drunks and cops mingled on the street, along with men and women (both usually dressed as women) hawking topless bars and prolonged Happy Hours.
Dee loved it.
Ryo, however, was watching everything with eyes the size of tea saucers, his hand firmly grasping Dee\'s.
They stopped momentarily at Pat O\'Brien\'s for a drink, and continued down Bourbon with large paper cups full of blue slush.
Dee watched Ryo shake his cup apprehensively. \"It kinda looks like a blue sno cone,\" the blonde told his lover, prodding at the vivid blue mixture with the clear straw they had been provided.
The green-eyed man shrugged, lifting the white cup to his lips. The powerful scent of rum and sugar hit his nostrils, and his eyes widened in surprise as the slush slid over his tongue.
Ryo laughed as Dee lowered the cup. \"That bad?\"
\"It tastes like battery acid,\" Dee replied, swallowing thickly.
Ryo chuckled, but took a sip anyway. Dee watched the bright blue drink travel up the straw and disappear between Ryo\'s lips. Dee shifted his weight from one foot to the other as the sight instantly aroused him. \"Well?\" he asked when the half-Japanese man pulled his mouth from the straw.
\"Sweet. Not too bad, actually,\" Ryo replied before sucking on the straw again.
The two continued drinking their Hurricanes and walking down the street, the alcohol relaxing their reserves. Eventually the two were walking down the street with Dee\'s arms around Ryo\'s waist (and a hand down one of the blonde\'s side pocket), ignoring all the looks they were getting.
At the end of Bourbon Street there was a small voodoo mom-and-pop-style shop, and the two climbed the stoop to enter the shop. A sign on the door displayed a voodoo doll stuck full of pins above the words \"shoplifters will be prosecuted\". The two snickered to themselves and pushed the door open.
The shop was brightly lit and slightly musty from the racks of incense and walls full of different herbs. Bookshelves were overflowing with books, statuettes of idols to worship and candles which were neatly lined up on the wooden shelves. A glass case by the cash register displayed necklaces and other oculist jewelry, along with packs of tarot cards. A young man, around twenty or so with a long brown ponytail, was leaning on the case, reading a newspaper. He looked up when they walked in, pushing his glasses up on his face. \"Hey, y\'all be careful with those Hurricanes, ok?\"
Dee and Ryo nodded, and the man grinned back. \"Y\'all lemme know if y\'all need anything,\" he replied before going back to reading his paper.
The two slightly inebriated detectives perused the shelves, giggling like teenagers at the books on sexual voodoo and moving along the scented incense and herbs. They parted momentarily, Dee taking his time reading about the uses of certain plants while Ryo went to another bookshelf to look.
\"Hey, Dee, c\'mere,\" Ryo called, his head popping out behind the bookshelf. Dee looked up from a glass jar full of rosemary (\'use in memory potions\') and walked over to Ryo, wrapping his arms around the blonde from behind. \"This candle smells really good,\" the detective told him, holding up a red candle for him to inspect.
Dee leaned over and inhaled, the scent of flowers mingling in his mind. \"Mmm, it does,\" the dark-haired man replied before burying his face into the crook of Ryo\'s neck. \"You smell better though,\" he mumbled against the pale skin, grinning inwardly at the way his lover squirmed under the movement of his lips.
\"Dee, for Christ\'s sakes...\" Ryo\'s protest trailed off as Dee pressed kisses against the sensitive skin along the blonde\'s neck.
\"Shhh...\" Dee replied, slipping a hand under Ryo\'s shirt to massage the soft skin of his stomach. Ryo whimpered under the touch, leaning back against the taller man.
\"If\'n dis keeps up, I\'m gonna hafta use all dis aura in a spell.\"
The two lovers jumped, and looked over to find Marie smiling at them, her lean milk coffee colored arms crossed over a black silk shirt. Instead of the usual distaste that most people viewed their relationship with, she was smiling. \"Damn, don\' stop. Trés chaud, ver\'y hot.\"
\"Why do I keep running into you?\" Dee asked as he saw Ryo\'s ears turn bright pink in embarrassment.
\"B\'cause \'m fond of y\'all,\" she replied, smiling and introducing herself to Ryo.
Ryo, in turn, frowned inwardly. She seemed familiar, from someplace other than du Monde\'s. He shook it off anyway, smiling and conversing with the girl. She explained how a voodoo doll worked (\"t\'ree strands \'o \'air and a personal item from da person\"), teasing them in a good-natured way about their relationship and suggested a few hoodoo aphrodisiacs (which Ryo quickly nixed, much to Dee\'s dismay) while she did her shopping, loading candles and incense into her arms before taking them over to the checkout. The two natives engaged in a friendly conversation that was laced with French (mostly on Marie\'s part) and local slang. The man smiled warmly at the girl, who blew him a kiss and informed him that she\'d be praying for him.
The three left the shop together, Marie curtsying politely to the two before turning a corner and disappearing into the crowds off Bourbon. Dee and Ryo headed back towards St. Anne\'s street, but Dee was surprised when Ryo pulled him into a side alley, pushing him up against the brick wall of one of the buildings, pressing up against his body to kiss him passionately. Ryo\'s fingers were digging into Dee\'s clothing, clutching at him with a force that was close to fabric-ripping, and Dee grabbed the older man\'s wrists, pulling the frantic man away from his body (which protested fiercely) to look down into his eyes. \"Not that I\'m complaining, but what the hell has gotten into you?\" Dee asked, his brows furrowed.
\"I don\'t know,\" Ryo panted, straining against the touch to try and kiss any part of Dee he could get in contact with him. \"But if I don\'t have you now, I\'m going to go insane.\"
\"Ryo,\" Dee said with a calmness he didn\'t feel. \"We\'re in a side alley of a VERY public street and you\'re looking at me like I\'m a freakin\' steak. Now I don\'t know if it was the drink or what, but can this at least wait until we get back to the hotel?\"
\"I don\'t know!\" the blonde replied, fighting against his lover\'s grasp. Dee spun them around so Ryo was the one with his back to the wall.
\"Then I\'ll give you a little something to tide you over,\" Dee replied, leaning up against Ryo, sandwiching between himself and the cold brick wall, kissing him hard. Ryo moaned into the kiss, kissing back with unusual--but not unwelcomed--ferocity. The blonde tried to wrap his long legs around Dee\'s, but the dark-haired man motioned for him to remain standing. Dee slid his hands up underneath Ryo\'s tee, his mouth moving down to suck on the blonde\'s pulse point, grinning against inflamed skin as Ryo panted with pleasure. The tips of his fingers skimmed lightly over Ryo\'s sensitized skin, scraping his fingernails over the tightened nubs, enjoying the way his lover arched into his embrace.
While one thumb teased a nipple, the other skimmed down Ryo\'s stomach, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Dee knelt before Ryo, lowering his pants to rest on Ryo\'s thin hips, reaching between the fly and pulling his lover\'s cock out of the gap between his boxers. He was surprised to find Ryo already very hard and leaking a generous amount of precum. He looked up into Ryo\'s dark eyes, slowly pumping the hard organ in his hand. \"Something sure as hell got into you, didn\'t it?\" he murmured, leaning forward and touching the tip of his tongue to Ryo, some salty precum dancing across his taste buds.
Ryo groaned and his head fell back against the cold brick. Dee wrapped his tongue around the leaking head of Ryo\'s cock, rubbing the sensitive, velvety skin with his tongue. He took his lover\'s shaft deep into his mouth, the head of it touching the back of his throat as he suppressed his gag reflex, deep throating the writhing man above him with quick, fast strokes.
Above him, Ryo was going bat shit, his hands tangling in Dee\'s hair, tugging at the strands as he thrust his dick into Dee\'s mouth again and again. His pleasure spiraled so incredibly quickly it was almost painful, and when he came, he smacked his head against the stone wall.
Dee drank down Ryo\'s cum, the slightly bitter taste of his lover\'s pleasure sweet on his tongue. He rolled his tongue underneath Ryo\'s softening cock as his lover came down from his climax. He tucked Ryo back within the confines of his clothing, zipping up the fly of his jeans as he stood to take Ryo into his arms, pressing sweet kisses across the man\'s face. Ryo reached back to rub his head, but didn\'t feel any bleeding as he leaned into Dee\'s gentle caresses.
Dee smirked as he pulled back far enough to smile into his lover\'s face. \"We\'d better get back to that hotel room.\"
Ryo smiled as looped his arms around Dee\'s neck. \"Let\'s run.\"
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Dee and Ryo tore out of the alley, Ryo in the lead, their hands linked. Underneath a pinstripe awning, someone dressed in a black suit and a fedora was smoking a cigarette. The two lovers nearly ran into the man, Dee calling out an apology as they continued on their way to the privacy of their hotel.
A gloved thumb pushed the fedora up enough to reveal eerie black eyes. An evil grin contorted the face.
Unnoticed, hanging out of Dee\'s back pocket, a silver charm clinked inaudibly.
Date Written: 9/21/05
Rating: NC-17 (I swear I wasn\'t planning it, but it happened. Damn plot runnin\' away with itself.)
Characters/Pairings: Dee/Ryo
Warnings: Homosexuality, Murder, Hoodoo use
Disclaimer: Same as Chapter Zero
Spoilers: All the way through Book 7
Notes: Bourbon Street rocks. Although there is one place in it I\'ve never been down--the section that\'s all gay clubs. :: snort :: I kid you not. And another note: I honestly have no idea if the way I wrote the voodoo doll schematics are the real thing, it\'s just the way I\'ve heard. And, as always, a clean version can be found on FF.N
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Hurricane Drink Recipe
2 ounces amber rum
1/4 cup passion fruit juice, or 1 tablespoon passion fruit syrup
1 teaspoon superfine sugar
1/2 teaspoon grenadine
Juice of 1/2 lime
Cherries and orange slice to garnish
Ice cubes
In a cocktail shaker mix the rum, passion fruit juice and sugar until sugar is dissolved. Add the grenadine, and lemon juice and stir to combine. Add the ice cubes and shake. Strain Hurricane into a cocktail glass. Garnish with orange and cherries. Yield: 1 serving
Interesting tidbits of the origin of this famous drink:
The creation of this passion-colored relative of a Daiquiri drink is credited to Pat O\'Brien. He is reported to have invented the Hurricane in the 1940s in New Orleans. Rumors say he needed to get rid of all the rum that Southern distributors forced him to buy before he could get a few cases of other spirits. He poured the concoction into hurricane-lamp-shaped glasses and gave it away to sailors. The drink caught on, and it\'s been part of the celebration ever since.
Pat O\'Brien operated a speakeasy during prohibition known as, \"Mr. O\'Brien\'s Club Tipperary\". The password to get in was, \"storm\'s brewin\'\". In 1933, after the repeal of prohibition, he moved across the street, opened Pat O\'Brien\'s, and later down to the present location at 718 St. Peter, in the French Quarter. During W.W.II, it was difficult to get whiskey, but rum was in ample supply. With the help of the liquor salesman, this cocktail was born. It is served in a 26 oz. Hurricane glass, which is named after the shape of a hurricane lamp and the drink.
--from Cajun Cooking Recipes
----------
Bourbon Street was loud, crowded and flashy. Bars lined the street, studded with strip bars and voodoo shops. Drunks and cops mingled on the street, along with men and women (both usually dressed as women) hawking topless bars and prolonged Happy Hours.
Dee loved it.
Ryo, however, was watching everything with eyes the size of tea saucers, his hand firmly grasping Dee\'s.
They stopped momentarily at Pat O\'Brien\'s for a drink, and continued down Bourbon with large paper cups full of blue slush.
Dee watched Ryo shake his cup apprehensively. \"It kinda looks like a blue sno cone,\" the blonde told his lover, prodding at the vivid blue mixture with the clear straw they had been provided.
The green-eyed man shrugged, lifting the white cup to his lips. The powerful scent of rum and sugar hit his nostrils, and his eyes widened in surprise as the slush slid over his tongue.
Ryo laughed as Dee lowered the cup. \"That bad?\"
\"It tastes like battery acid,\" Dee replied, swallowing thickly.
Ryo chuckled, but took a sip anyway. Dee watched the bright blue drink travel up the straw and disappear between Ryo\'s lips. Dee shifted his weight from one foot to the other as the sight instantly aroused him. \"Well?\" he asked when the half-Japanese man pulled his mouth from the straw.
\"Sweet. Not too bad, actually,\" Ryo replied before sucking on the straw again.
The two continued drinking their Hurricanes and walking down the street, the alcohol relaxing their reserves. Eventually the two were walking down the street with Dee\'s arms around Ryo\'s waist (and a hand down one of the blonde\'s side pocket), ignoring all the looks they were getting.
At the end of Bourbon Street there was a small voodoo mom-and-pop-style shop, and the two climbed the stoop to enter the shop. A sign on the door displayed a voodoo doll stuck full of pins above the words \"shoplifters will be prosecuted\". The two snickered to themselves and pushed the door open.
The shop was brightly lit and slightly musty from the racks of incense and walls full of different herbs. Bookshelves were overflowing with books, statuettes of idols to worship and candles which were neatly lined up on the wooden shelves. A glass case by the cash register displayed necklaces and other oculist jewelry, along with packs of tarot cards. A young man, around twenty or so with a long brown ponytail, was leaning on the case, reading a newspaper. He looked up when they walked in, pushing his glasses up on his face. \"Hey, y\'all be careful with those Hurricanes, ok?\"
Dee and Ryo nodded, and the man grinned back. \"Y\'all lemme know if y\'all need anything,\" he replied before going back to reading his paper.
The two slightly inebriated detectives perused the shelves, giggling like teenagers at the books on sexual voodoo and moving along the scented incense and herbs. They parted momentarily, Dee taking his time reading about the uses of certain plants while Ryo went to another bookshelf to look.
\"Hey, Dee, c\'mere,\" Ryo called, his head popping out behind the bookshelf. Dee looked up from a glass jar full of rosemary (\'use in memory potions\') and walked over to Ryo, wrapping his arms around the blonde from behind. \"This candle smells really good,\" the detective told him, holding up a red candle for him to inspect.
Dee leaned over and inhaled, the scent of flowers mingling in his mind. \"Mmm, it does,\" the dark-haired man replied before burying his face into the crook of Ryo\'s neck. \"You smell better though,\" he mumbled against the pale skin, grinning inwardly at the way his lover squirmed under the movement of his lips.
\"Dee, for Christ\'s sakes...\" Ryo\'s protest trailed off as Dee pressed kisses against the sensitive skin along the blonde\'s neck.
\"Shhh...\" Dee replied, slipping a hand under Ryo\'s shirt to massage the soft skin of his stomach. Ryo whimpered under the touch, leaning back against the taller man.
\"If\'n dis keeps up, I\'m gonna hafta use all dis aura in a spell.\"
The two lovers jumped, and looked over to find Marie smiling at them, her lean milk coffee colored arms crossed over a black silk shirt. Instead of the usual distaste that most people viewed their relationship with, she was smiling. \"Damn, don\' stop. Trés chaud, ver\'y hot.\"
\"Why do I keep running into you?\" Dee asked as he saw Ryo\'s ears turn bright pink in embarrassment.
\"B\'cause \'m fond of y\'all,\" she replied, smiling and introducing herself to Ryo.
Ryo, in turn, frowned inwardly. She seemed familiar, from someplace other than du Monde\'s. He shook it off anyway, smiling and conversing with the girl. She explained how a voodoo doll worked (\"t\'ree strands \'o \'air and a personal item from da person\"), teasing them in a good-natured way about their relationship and suggested a few hoodoo aphrodisiacs (which Ryo quickly nixed, much to Dee\'s dismay) while she did her shopping, loading candles and incense into her arms before taking them over to the checkout. The two natives engaged in a friendly conversation that was laced with French (mostly on Marie\'s part) and local slang. The man smiled warmly at the girl, who blew him a kiss and informed him that she\'d be praying for him.
The three left the shop together, Marie curtsying politely to the two before turning a corner and disappearing into the crowds off Bourbon. Dee and Ryo headed back towards St. Anne\'s street, but Dee was surprised when Ryo pulled him into a side alley, pushing him up against the brick wall of one of the buildings, pressing up against his body to kiss him passionately. Ryo\'s fingers were digging into Dee\'s clothing, clutching at him with a force that was close to fabric-ripping, and Dee grabbed the older man\'s wrists, pulling the frantic man away from his body (which protested fiercely) to look down into his eyes. \"Not that I\'m complaining, but what the hell has gotten into you?\" Dee asked, his brows furrowed.
\"I don\'t know,\" Ryo panted, straining against the touch to try and kiss any part of Dee he could get in contact with him. \"But if I don\'t have you now, I\'m going to go insane.\"
\"Ryo,\" Dee said with a calmness he didn\'t feel. \"We\'re in a side alley of a VERY public street and you\'re looking at me like I\'m a freakin\' steak. Now I don\'t know if it was the drink or what, but can this at least wait until we get back to the hotel?\"
\"I don\'t know!\" the blonde replied, fighting against his lover\'s grasp. Dee spun them around so Ryo was the one with his back to the wall.
\"Then I\'ll give you a little something to tide you over,\" Dee replied, leaning up against Ryo, sandwiching between himself and the cold brick wall, kissing him hard. Ryo moaned into the kiss, kissing back with unusual--but not unwelcomed--ferocity. The blonde tried to wrap his long legs around Dee\'s, but the dark-haired man motioned for him to remain standing. Dee slid his hands up underneath Ryo\'s tee, his mouth moving down to suck on the blonde\'s pulse point, grinning against inflamed skin as Ryo panted with pleasure. The tips of his fingers skimmed lightly over Ryo\'s sensitized skin, scraping his fingernails over the tightened nubs, enjoying the way his lover arched into his embrace.
While one thumb teased a nipple, the other skimmed down Ryo\'s stomach, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Dee knelt before Ryo, lowering his pants to rest on Ryo\'s thin hips, reaching between the fly and pulling his lover\'s cock out of the gap between his boxers. He was surprised to find Ryo already very hard and leaking a generous amount of precum. He looked up into Ryo\'s dark eyes, slowly pumping the hard organ in his hand. \"Something sure as hell got into you, didn\'t it?\" he murmured, leaning forward and touching the tip of his tongue to Ryo, some salty precum dancing across his taste buds.
Ryo groaned and his head fell back against the cold brick. Dee wrapped his tongue around the leaking head of Ryo\'s cock, rubbing the sensitive, velvety skin with his tongue. He took his lover\'s shaft deep into his mouth, the head of it touching the back of his throat as he suppressed his gag reflex, deep throating the writhing man above him with quick, fast strokes.
Above him, Ryo was going bat shit, his hands tangling in Dee\'s hair, tugging at the strands as he thrust his dick into Dee\'s mouth again and again. His pleasure spiraled so incredibly quickly it was almost painful, and when he came, he smacked his head against the stone wall.
Dee drank down Ryo\'s cum, the slightly bitter taste of his lover\'s pleasure sweet on his tongue. He rolled his tongue underneath Ryo\'s softening cock as his lover came down from his climax. He tucked Ryo back within the confines of his clothing, zipping up the fly of his jeans as he stood to take Ryo into his arms, pressing sweet kisses across the man\'s face. Ryo reached back to rub his head, but didn\'t feel any bleeding as he leaned into Dee\'s gentle caresses.
Dee smirked as he pulled back far enough to smile into his lover\'s face. \"We\'d better get back to that hotel room.\"
Ryo smiled as looped his arms around Dee\'s neck. \"Let\'s run.\"
----------
Dee and Ryo tore out of the alley, Ryo in the lead, their hands linked. Underneath a pinstripe awning, someone dressed in a black suit and a fedora was smoking a cigarette. The two lovers nearly ran into the man, Dee calling out an apology as they continued on their way to the privacy of their hotel.
A gloved thumb pushed the fedora up enough to reveal eerie black eyes. An evil grin contorted the face.
Unnoticed, hanging out of Dee\'s back pocket, a silver charm clinked inaudibly.