Fan Club

Fan Club

Warnings: Yaoi lovin’, which means yaoi lemons. Kind of OOC, AU, and all that good stuff. BD/SM mentioned, but Dee and Ryo aren’t included. Ryo is still a cop although Dee isn’t.

Pairings: Dee/Ryo, maybe some JJ/Berkley if I’m in the mood, but I don’t like the pair much.

Notes: I love this freakin’ manga man, and I seriously need to get the shows on tape/DVD, so if anyone knows where I can buy/order them I would much appreciate it if you told me.

Thanks: To PrimalPleasure69 for helping me bounce ideas fer this plot. GO READ HIS STUFF NOW!

NEB: Eep! *runs off to hide*

-…- = Ryo’s thoughts.
“…” = Normal talk. (der)

~*~ (Ryo’s POV)

I sighed silently, rubbing my forehead as I leant back in my work chair. It swiveled slightly with my weight, creaking wearily and mirroring my fatigue. It was closing in on nine at night, and along with the fact I hadn’t slept in days I hadn’t gotten the chance to consume anything but a random cup of coffee. My current case was driving me up the way, the joker killing people leaving riddles and clues purposely, throwing us off track at every turn and every dead body. There’d been four victims already.

“Yo, Ryo the Head wants yah in his office in five.”

I looked up and nodded towards Odin, letting him know I’d heard him, but instead of waiting I stood immediately and walked slowly towards the door to Berkley’s office. I tried to stifle a yawn behind my hand, but couldn’t, and failed to notice the warning sounds coming from behind the door I was blindly opening.

The first step I took into the office ended in a stumble at the unwelcome sight of JJ and Berkley climaxing and falling in a sweaty heap on the commissioner’s desk, both panting and half naked with their pants and boxers hanging around their ankles. I groaned and rolled my eyes; walking back out and doubting the two horn balls had enotinoticed my presence before I’d closed the door.

“Now I know why Rose had saiVE mVE minutes…” I grumbled under my breath, stuffing my hands into my pockets and looking towards the door when a flushed JJ rushed out, hair still tussled and outfit crooked.

He smirked at me before walking off happily, a small bounce to his step that made me want to rip his legs off. You just didn’t realize how annoying that man could be until you’ve known him for a while, just long enough for him to successfully get under your skin.

I waited a total of three minutes before attempting to enter the office once more, peeking in cautiously anund und Berkley behind his desk, going through paperwork as if what had just taken place in this very same room hadn’t happened at all. Grimacing inwardly at the thick smell of fresh sex I entered anyway, closing the door behind me and standing in front of it.

“You wanted to see me Sir?” I asked, voice quiet in my sinesiness.

The man looked up, and smiled that vice little smile that had become his trademark and he sat back in his chair. His large hands set the files he had on his clean desktop and met my eyes seriously.

“Yes, actually. Take a seat.”

I did, and although I had to resist the temptation to collapse into the cushioned armchair I sat stiffly. The man’s presence for some reason always seemed to make me uncomfortable.

“I’ve read through your case files, the recent reports, and as much as I enjoy using the more brash approach to these things when it’s so incredibly obvious, I think a more subtle action is being called for.” He paused, making sure I heard everything. “I want you undercover.”

I blanched for a moment, and then frowned.

“Sir?”
”You heard me right MacLean. This nightclub seems to be his work place. I want you to check it out tonight before you head home, but nothing funny until it’s been scoped. Understood?”

He left no room for an argument, and although it took me a moment I finally gave up and nodded, sighing again in defeat. He grinned a bit wider before dismissing me with a few more details, and I left hurriedly. All I wanted was sleep, and as I picked up my jacket and checked the safety on my pistol I could just picture falling face first into my mattress at home before being lost to unconsciousness.

That, however, was something I wouldn’t be able to experience for at least a few more hournd ind indirectly that caused me to curse the job I had originally thought I would enjoy.

~*~

The place was dark and hazy with the fog of smokers, the smell that of burning nicotine, alcohol and sex, but I was not intimidated. I was used to this kind of atmosphere, in a way, I’d worked in bars to get through college and the academy so what I witnessed between the people and what I heard in the conversations was nothing new to my unvirginized ears or eyes.

I had tried to quite smoking a while ago, but the habit was hard to drop, and I grimaced even as I lit my own Marlboro Light. I was here on business tonight, strictly, keeping a sharp eye out for the suspect I was here for as I tried to ignore the advances passed to me by a few of the patrons, women and men alike. There were a couple I had wished now that I hadn’t turned down, but my work got in the way of my hormones unfortunately.

I was leaning against the bar counter lazily, my badge and gun safely tucked away and the drink I had ordered sitting untouched in front of me. I didn’t like liquor all that much, but occasionally I did enjoy a glass of Scotch or wine for a meal that called fo. Th. This, however, didn’t call for it. I needed to be clear headed in the line of duty, otherwise I could be killed, or worse, someone else could be killed. The man we had been trying to track down for the past month had already murdered four innocent young men after raping them, and I intended not to let the number get any higher.

I sighed deeply, trying to stay focused and alert. It was too late for me to be up, I usually fell asleep around ten at night, and it was already midnight at least, but I had the feeling this one would be an all-nighter.

The music surrounding the place in waves of bass and sound, the lyrics hardly audible if there were any, pounded on my eardrums mercilessly, almost making me feel as if I had gone deaf. I wouldn’t be so lucky though, and even though I hated Rap or R/B I could live through it, no matter how much torture it put me through. The tempo was suddenly slow though, an aura of sensual lust floating through the room with the borderlining mellow tune and the accented words of a British vocalist adding to the sexual appeal of the song’s meaning. I stopped to listen to it for a moment, closing my heavy eyelids in order to regain my relaxed posture and hopefully keep myself awake a little longer.

It had been a bad idea to let my guard down though, even for those short seconds, and I nearly jumped out of my skin, let alone reach for the butt of my pistol, when someone’s firm, long fingered hand fell on my shoulder. The stranger chuckled as I snapped my head around, eyes now wide as I ran face to face with a man who reeked of raw dominance and pride. He had loose black hair that fell to rim around his ears, slightly uneven as a few strands flowed just over his intense chocolate eyes, and I found myself immediately attracted. The man was smirking, his broad shoulders relaxed in his familiarity with the club even as his visible muscles stretched and strained against the leather, sleeve-less shirt he wore. Without being able to control myself I looked down to see he also wore black leather pants, fitted comfortably to his powerful thighs loosely and not nearly as skin tight as his shirt.

“Hey.” He spoke, voice just as deep and smooth as the rest of him, and I swallowed the lump that had grown in my throat before beginning to stutter and stumble over my words.
“Hello.” Was what eventually fell off my tongue, and the mystery man only smiled wider, if not more smug.

He took a seat in a stool next to me without asking if it was taken already, and leant on his elbows over the counter. He ordered something, a shot of straight Tequila I think I heard, before he turned back to me and continued to grin casually.

“Haven’t seen you around here before, so I’m guessing this is your first time here at ‘Second Silver’, eh?”

I could only nod.

“That’s cool, first time for everything right.” He stated more than asked, and I found a blush threatening to drain into my cheeks at the double meaning hidden in that simple sentence. Was it that obvious that I had never gotten that far with another man? It almost seemed as if I had it written on my forehead that I was a virgin when it came to homosexual love-making the way this stranger had easily been able to read me.

When his drink was served, faster than mine I might add, he tossed it back effortlessly; obviously used to drinking because he hardly even winced at the burn I knew he felt making its way to his stomach. I was having the same sensation at the moment, but instead of it stopping at my stomach it went straight towards my groin.

He hesitated for a moment, before standing in a resolute fashion and held his hand out in invitation.

“Dance with me.”

It, to me, sounded like a demand, and although I knew I should have turned him down to stay on track with what my original intentions of being here were, I took him up on the offer anyway. My body moved on it’s own as he grasped my hand tightly, surprising me by linking our fingers and I followed in his footsteps out into the tightly weaved crowd of sweaty people, all of them grinding and groping.
did didn’t wait this time, and once we reached close to the center of the floor and near the walkway designed mainly for Friday night strippers he spun and wrapped strong arms around my lower waist. I blanched for a moment, before my fried brain came back to reality and common sense. I expected to see myself push him away forcefully, but a small glint in his gorgeous eyes told me to do otherwise. I vouched for gripping his shoulders tightly, and he smiled again in intense satisfaction with himself. I was just another catch.

Oddly enough, that fact didn’t bother me as it should have, seeing as how strict I had kept my morals up, unlike a certain JJ or Rose Berkley, and the shame I held in myself to not dance like this public vanished. Without warning I felt his hands run further down my body and into the back pockets of the jeans I was wearing, gripping my bef before I found my leg around his hip and both his palms flexed firmly. I bit back a moan when he rubbed his member into mine, and felt my body betray me and harden as he moved and swayed with the rhythm of the people around us.

His eyes stayed with mine, and my will power to walk away had abandoned me instead in my time of need. I didn’t want to be taken advantage of, but at the same time, whatever this man was doing to me was having an incredible effect on my system and the way I was thinking. I felt drugged, but in a good way, and on impulse and a rush of odd adrenaline I surged forward and kissed the man, my mind wandering off.

Although I heard a small squeak of shock escape him, he soon took over to easily dominate my mouth, thrusting his tongue inside to search and claim. I allowed him the privilege of hearing my groan of satisfaction, before he dropped my leg.

I pulled back to see his cheeks flushed lightly, his breathing a tad bit off and his eyes rich with colorful lust and cruel intentions. I knew what he wanted, and although I had just initiated the idea I was scared, and I didn’t want it to really happen. I was eager and my body was demanding more in such a way that should have pushed me to the floor with the power of it, but instead it only turned me on further, just watching the man watch me.

In my trance I forgot where I was, why I was here in the arms of an Adonis, and what I had done to deserve it. But the moment his fingers pulled my shirt from my jeans in the back and found their way to my heated skin all thought melted, and everything conscious stopped dead in its tracks. I gasped slightly, and the man smiled again, only multiple times darker and I shivered.

He pulled me flush against him, our legs somehow intertwining and keeping us standing at the same time, and he leant back down to capture my lips once more. I felt my entire body weaken completely, his taste musky and incredibly masculine, but there was something in it that seemed off, something different. I couldn’t place it, but I just figured it was liquor or nicotine or something related. It didn’t really matter to me, I was drowning already in the erotic sensations that were eating at my insides, the touch of the man slowly moving his palms further up my back.

He pulled back for a moment, “I-…”

He stopped, and I saw something in his expression that faltered, and his entire demeanor was put on pause. His hands stilled, and although I coueel eel his erection pushed firmly into my hip it seemed as if the pervious lust he’d been responding to vanished.

“I’m sorry.” He finally got out, and not a moment after that a mask fell back over a picture of his inner self, his true personality. His previous façade returned full force, and without warning, he pulled his hands from my work shirt and grabbed me by the shoulders tightly.

I was pulled to him quickly, and with out any hesitation this time he forced his tongue into my mouth to claim the space once more. I noticed, however fortunate, that he kept his eyes open, and a harsh cruelty dripped into the dark brown color as he glared menacingly at someone else over my shoulder. I felt fear in that moment, and broke away sharply.

“Who are you?” I demanded, just loud enough so that he was the only one to hear it, and he looked thrown off.

“Answer me!” I nearly shout, and this time clench his arms in order to keep him away from my body.

He opened his mouth a couple times, strangely resembling a fish, but he never answered, and I never had the chance to try and force it out of him. Instead I pitched forwas sus sudden dizziness fell over my consciousness, and landed on his chest as the world failed to spin any longer.

~*~

TBC

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Well, how’d you like it? I know, it sucked right? Well, that’s ok, cause I don’t particularly care.