Yakuza

Title: Yakuza
Date Written: 10/2/05
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 876
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Dee, Ryo/Alicia (wait, don\'t run!), Leo (mentioned)
Warnings: AU! (wait, please don\'t run again!) Which means major OOC on Ryo\'s part.
Spoilers: Book 7
Disclaimer: FAKE does not belong to me. I\'m not that talented.
Notes: This was a requested Ryo/Alicia, and this was the only way I could do it and make it consentual. Snicker.
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Alicia sat filing her nails, listening with half an ear to the story her young son was reading aloud. She crossed her legs under the floral print of her yukata, her eyes cutting across over to the clock on the mantle.

\"Dee, darling, it\'s nine-thirty, you should go get ready for bed,\" she told the boy.

The dark head turned around, slightly oval jade-colored eyes turning to her. \"Okay.\" The ten-year-old came over to press a kiss against the pale skin of Alicia\'s cheek. He gathered his book and crossed the large bedroom, opening one of the dark oak doors.

On the other side stood a young blonde man, around twenty-five, dressed in a black suit. He smiled down at the young boy before him, who immediately threw his arms around the man\'s waist.

\"Ryo! I translated a whole chapter into English!\" Dee informed the man in rapid Japanese, and Ryo ruffled the boy\'s dark locks with a hand.

\"That\'s great, bud,\" he replied in the same language, before looking up at Alicia. \"Mrs. Grant, is there anything else I can do?\"

\"After you put Dee to bed, please come back to me. I\'d like to speak about our schedule tomorrow.\"

The blonde bowed politely, ushering the chattering boy down the hall, shutting the door behind him. Alicia sighed. She so hated being around the brat; thankfully he wasn\'t hers. Her--shudder--husband had been in America for six months when his men had assassinated Dee\'s biological parents. Ryo had been the one to bring the infant back from the house, and Alicia had surprised Leo--the poor, dumb man--with \'his\' son.

Drug money and mob power could easily buy a birth certificate.

Anyway, he was half-Japanese; which worked, considering that Leo was Japanese and she was American. She came from one of the biggest mob families in America, but she had been forced by her father to marry a man she\'d never met and move halfway around the world. The only good parts about her life now were that her husband more or less left her alone (especially now that he thought he had an heir), and that she had Ryo.

Aaah, Ryo.

Ryo was a dream. Her own personal angel in Hell. Not only did he take care of the brat, but he was half-Japanese-American himself, so he understood how she felt in the closeted Japanese society. He was her personal bodyguard and translator.

And he could go for *hours*.

She smoked a cigarette as she waited for her bodyguard to return, watching the bluish-gray smoke curl up towards the ceiling. When the blonde slipped into the room, locking the doors behind him, she put the smoldering stick out in the glass ashtray, standing.

Within seconds, Ryo had crossed the room, taking her into his arms and kissing her, his taste overriding the fresh nicotine on her tongue. His mouth slid down her neck, hot and hard as his hands lifted her up onto the desk. Alicia blindly reached behind her, knocking the objects on top of it to the ground.

\"I love it when you wear this thing,\" Ryo confessed, his hands unwinding the obi around her waist while his mouth drifted up and down her neck.

\"What, you like it when I\'m looking Japanese?\" Alicia teased, her own fingers unbuttoning Ryo\'s white dress shirt. She ran five well-manicured nails down the bodyguard\'s chest, enjoying the way he shivered under her touch.

\"Fuck no,\" he replied, tossing the long wrap over his shoulder and throwing the lightweight kimono open wide. \"Easy access,\" he said with a grin, leaning down to bite one of her nipples.

Alicia nearly bit her tongue in two trying not to scream at the jolt of pleasure that ran through her body. Her fingers grew clumsy as she reached down to unzip his fly. She moved to reach down into his pants to grab him, but he took the initiative, taking a hold of her wrists and pinning her against the hard wooden top of the desk.

The blonde had her worked into such a frenzy with his mouth that she didn\'t even realize the exact moment he had penetrated her; just that her pleasure spiraled higher. She could feel him moving deep inside her body, his entire being invading all of her senses, giving her a greater high than any drug she had ever taken. Ryo knew just what to do to her body, and just what she liked. Her body shuddered as she came under him, his mouth swallowing her high-pitched cry.

Ryo didn\'t stay on top of her long afterwords, nor did he cuddle or kiss her--she didn\'t want it, and he knew it. They simply cleaned up as best they could, half-dressing before walking down to Alicia\'s bedroom.

\"Tomorrow I\'m meeting Leo for lunch between his flights,\" the brunette informed her bodyguard as she leaned against her bedroom door. \"We\'re going to meet him at the airport at eleven-thirty.\"

\"Yes ma\'am. Shall Dee be accompanying us?\"

\"Of course,\" Alicia replied, rolling her eyes. \"He has to see his son, after all.\"

\"Will that be all?\"

Alicia raised an eyebrow at Ryo. \"No. It won\'t.\"

With that, she grabbed him by the sleeve and pulled him into her bedroom.
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