[FAKE] Favors, PG, Humor/Romance, Dee/Ryo
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chineseinkEmi's birthday.
08.12.2005
Considered raising the rating for Dee’s mouth but what the hell, you should know what you’re getting into. Also decided to stick with the English manga’s version of “Carol” rather than “Cal.”
15. favors; Dee/Ryo, fake, pg
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Dee swore, kicking the box out of his way and leaning down to rub his bruised shin. He lifted an accusing glare at the teen lounging on the sofa, laughing at him. “Shut up, monkey. What the hell are all these boxes for?” Indeed, Ryo’s apartment was liberally scattered with cardboard boxes, all crammed full of odds and ends, some neatly packed (clearly Ryo’s handiwork) and others chaotically overflowing (just as clearly Bikky’s touch).
The blond-haired idiot in question was stretched out on the sofa, flipping through channels on the TV. “Why should I tell you?” he asked in the most annoying manner possible, grinning obnoxiously.
Dee growled and navigated through the sea of boxes to smack the upstart teen upside the head. “Where’s Ryo?” There, at least, was someone guaranteed to answer his questions. He took off his coat and slung it across the back of the couch.
Bikky shrugged. “Dunno,” he lied between his teeth, putting a bored expression on his face. He focused his attention on the TV, ignoring the frustrated breath Dee exhaled behind him.
“Goddammit,” Dee muttered, moving through the apartment to the kitchen. Bikky heard him rummaging through the fridge, presumably for the beer he’d intentionally stocked Ryo's place with. Bikky’s sharp ears also caught the sound of footsteps up the staircase outside of the apartment. Quickly, he rolled off the sofa and tripped across to the door, where he jammed his feet into his sneakers and pulled open the door.
“Goin’ to Carol’s,” he announced loudly, “where I’ll probably get lucky, unlike some of the losers around here.” He grinned widely and slammed the door shut behind him, cutting off Dee’s outraged shout. He looked up at Ryo, who’d just arrived at the top of the steps. “You owe me,” he needled, making his way around his guardian to clatter down the steps.
Ryo smiled at him. “Thanks, Bikky,” he said to the teen’s retreating back. “Say hi to Carol for me.” Still balancing the bakery box, in one hand, he tucked the brown bag holding a bottle of wine into the crook of his arm, and eased the door open.
“Dee?” he called, stepping inside.
Dee poked his head out of the kitchen, beer in hand. “Ryo?” He looked surprised. “Where were you?”
Ryo indicated his packages in response. He walked over to the kitchen and set down the box, Dee hovering behind him. “It’s a cake,” Ryo said with a smile. “Since it’s your birthday. And some wine,” he added, pulling out the California merlot.
Dee breathed in deep and nuzzled his face against Ryo’s neck, arms sliding around Ryo’s waist. “You remembered.”
“Of course I did.” Ryo was indignant.
A fleeting kiss along his jaw line. “Thanks.”
Ryo relaxed into the embrace, content to stand there even in his jacket, cake still in the box, wine uncorked, with Dee wrapped around him. Small pleasures, he mused to himself. They even had the apartment to themselves for the night, thanks to Bikky’s albeit reluctant favor. “Dee,” he murmured after a moment.
“Hmm?”
“Want some cake?”
“Yeah.” Dee backed off a bit, taking another swig of his beer and grinning at Ryo. Then he paused, recalling his earlier curiosity when he’d stopped by to see if Ryo was free. “Hey. What’s with all the boxes?”
Ryo shrugged out of his jacket and handed it to Dee. “Spring cleaning,” he said. “Can you get some glasses?”
--
First time writing FAKE, ever. And haven’t read much for them, either, fanfic-wise. Ignore the whole spring-cleaning-boxes part. It had no import at all. I’m an idiot.
08.12.2005
Considered raising the rating for Dee’s mouth but what the hell, you should know what you’re getting into. Also decided to stick with the English manga’s version of “Carol” rather than “Cal.”
15. favors; Dee/Ryo, fake, pg
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Dee swore, kicking the box out of his way and leaning down to rub his bruised shin. He lifted an accusing glare at the teen lounging on the sofa, laughing at him. “Shut up, monkey. What the hell are all these boxes for?” Indeed, Ryo’s apartment was liberally scattered with cardboard boxes, all crammed full of odds and ends, some neatly packed (clearly Ryo’s handiwork) and others chaotically overflowing (just as clearly Bikky’s touch).
The blond-haired idiot in question was stretched out on the sofa, flipping through channels on the TV. “Why should I tell you?” he asked in the most annoying manner possible, grinning obnoxiously.
Dee growled and navigated through the sea of boxes to smack the upstart teen upside the head. “Where’s Ryo?” There, at least, was someone guaranteed to answer his questions. He took off his coat and slung it across the back of the couch.
Bikky shrugged. “Dunno,” he lied between his teeth, putting a bored expression on his face. He focused his attention on the TV, ignoring the frustrated breath Dee exhaled behind him.
“Goddammit,” Dee muttered, moving through the apartment to the kitchen. Bikky heard him rummaging through the fridge, presumably for the beer he’d intentionally stocked Ryo's place with. Bikky’s sharp ears also caught the sound of footsteps up the staircase outside of the apartment. Quickly, he rolled off the sofa and tripped across to the door, where he jammed his feet into his sneakers and pulled open the door.
“Goin’ to Carol’s,” he announced loudly, “where I’ll probably get lucky, unlike some of the losers around here.” He grinned widely and slammed the door shut behind him, cutting off Dee’s outraged shout. He looked up at Ryo, who’d just arrived at the top of the steps. “You owe me,” he needled, making his way around his guardian to clatter down the steps.
Ryo smiled at him. “Thanks, Bikky,” he said to the teen’s retreating back. “Say hi to Carol for me.” Still balancing the bakery box, in one hand, he tucked the brown bag holding a bottle of wine into the crook of his arm, and eased the door open.
“Dee?” he called, stepping inside.
Dee poked his head out of the kitchen, beer in hand. “Ryo?” He looked surprised. “Where were you?”
Ryo indicated his packages in response. He walked over to the kitchen and set down the box, Dee hovering behind him. “It’s a cake,” Ryo said with a smile. “Since it’s your birthday. And some wine,” he added, pulling out the California merlot.
Dee breathed in deep and nuzzled his face against Ryo’s neck, arms sliding around Ryo’s waist. “You remembered.”
“Of course I did.” Ryo was indignant.
A fleeting kiss along his jaw line. “Thanks.”
Ryo relaxed into the embrace, content to stand there even in his jacket, cake still in the box, wine uncorked, with Dee wrapped around him. Small pleasures, he mused to himself. They even had the apartment to themselves for the night, thanks to Bikky’s albeit reluctant favor. “Dee,” he murmured after a moment.
“Hmm?”
“Want some cake?”
“Yeah.” Dee backed off a bit, taking another swig of his beer and grinning at Ryo. Then he paused, recalling his earlier curiosity when he’d stopped by to see if Ryo was free. “Hey. What’s with all the boxes?”
Ryo shrugged out of his jacket and handed it to Dee. “Spring cleaning,” he said. “Can you get some glasses?”
--
First time writing FAKE, ever. And haven’t read much for them, either, fanfic-wise. Ignore the whole spring-cleaning-boxes part. It had no import at all. I’m an idiot.
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