A/N Yay! I’ve almost finished reading all of the FAKE manga. I’ve read up to six. So with that being the case, I’ve decided to write a fic taking place after the sixth manga. So the seventh manga never happened. Since this is FAKE, there may very well be some lemony action, lime, fluffy cute stuff and all that jazz. So keep that in mind. And FYI, I’ve never written a cop type fic before so, this may suck, because I don’t know cop terms and whatnot. Well on with the fic.
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Dee Laytner the cocky, confident cop of the NYPD 27th precinct was sitting at his borrowed deck, in the Bronx station, shuffling paper. God, he hated this part of his job; writing the report from a case. Usually if he was lucky he could get his partner, Ryo Maclean to do this for him. But as luck would have him, Ryo didn’t show up for work; which had the dark-haired cop worried beyond believe. He cared so much for Ryo and wanted to be with him more then anything. He just wished Ryo would open up and tell him how he felt about him. Ryo is so shy about things, Dee knew.
Dee grinned, remembering the first time they had almost had sex. Ryo had freaked out when Dee started to lick his nipple, saying, ‘W..what the heck do you think you’re licking? That’s just totally embarrassing! Shesh.’
Since that time, Dee hasn’t been able to get Ryo to try that again. Ryo always found an excuse to get away from Dee, usually by hollering for Bikky. Dee grumbled, writing more. Bikky was a pain in his dearie air. Why Ryo took him in was beyond him. Dee shook his head, a fond smile on his face. No, he knew why Ryo did that. It was because he had such a kind heart.
"But shesh, he could show some of that kindness to me and not that brat," Dee yelled out loud, startling Drake, who was sitting at the next desk.
Smirking, Drake rested his elbows on his desk, looking at Dee, "thinking about someone?"
Giving Drake the finger, he went back to his work. It seemed Dee wasn’t in the mood to be teased. He was just too worried about Ryo.
"Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Dee jumped, cursing. He looked at Drake, a look of horror on his face. "Distract him. I was never here," he said, running out the side door, as J.J came in the front door. He looked around with a pout on his face.
Drake got up from his desk going over to J.J, "why don’t you give up on him?"
J.J looked at Drake, "but, I love my Dee."
"Yes, and he doesn’t feel the same way about you. He’s in love with Ryo. Come on J.J, there’s plenty of other fish in the sea. Go on a date or something."
J.J looked down at the ground. "But, nobody is interested in me."
Drake smiled kindly at J.J, "you might just be wrong about that."
With an unreadable expression on his face, Drake went back to his desk, sitting down.
Berkeley rose from his desk chair and walked over to Dee, "he’s staying home to care for that delinquent of his. He’s sick or something." Berkeley explained.
Dee made an ‘o’ face, relived that Ryo was okay. Deep down, Dee also was worried about Bikky.
"Can I leave early? Please!" Dee asked, "here’s the report on the last case." The case of Carol’s kidnaping. "Turns out, he kidnapped and killed thirteen teenage girls. Carol got really lucky."
Berkeley nodded, "ah, yes. You two always seem to turn up at the right time. Good thing for the girl and that boy. They always find their selves in harms way." Berkeley took the report from Dee, opening it and leafing threw it. He waved a hand, as if saying ‘you’re dismissed’ "go visit your boy toy."
Dee grinned. "Really! Great. Thanks."
Dee ran out of Berkeley’s office, and back to his desk. He grabbed his coat, putting it on.
Looking over at Drake, he frowned, seeing that the younger man seemed upset. "Hey. I’m leaving early. Bikky’s sick." He walked over to his desk, peering down at him. "You okay?"
Drake looked up at Dee, faintly smiling. "Yeah. But I understand how you feel when Ryo won’t return your feelings for him, like you want him to."
Dee blinked confused. "You mean . . . you like someone?"
"Yeah, but they don’t even see that I’m alive. They’re too hung up on someone else."
Dee smirked, "want me to rough this someone else up? Tell them to leave your girl alone."
Drake snorted, which turned into hysterical laughter. "No, I don’t think you’d want to do that." Drake continued to laugh.
"What, why?"
"Unless you have a fetish for beating up yourself."
"Myself..me . . . " Dee’s eyes went wide, and he let out a small surprised gasp. "I didn’t know you swung that way. You like," Dee lowered his voice, "J.J?"
Drake nodded, "yeah, but it’s a lost cause. Hey on second thought, why don’t you beat up yourself; it might make me feel better."
"Hey! Don’t say it’s a lost cause. Be open with him. He might surprise you. I don’t think he’s really in love with me or anything. He has more of a school girl crush on me then anything."
Drake nodded, "okay. Thanks. Now get; go see Ryo," Drake said, in a teasing voice.
Dee grinned, "you don’t have to tell me twice."
After they both said goodbye, Dee ran out of the station.
Walking through the apartment, Dee looked for any signs of Ryo and Bikky; seeing none, he guessed they were in Bikky’s room. He silently walked through the house, till he came to Bikky’s door; which was slightly ajar.
Peeking in the room, Dee smiled. Ryo was sitting at Bikky’s bedside, running his fingers through the sick boy’s hair. It was such a sweet sight. Dee looked at Bikky, noticing that he did in fact look sick. His face was red and a little puffy, and he was breathing hard. Looking closer, Dee saw that he was also asleep, which was a good thing.
"Knock Knock," Dee whispered, watching as Ryo turned his head to look at him. "How is he?" He asked, trying to mask that he was actually worried; but failing horribly.
"Better. I gave him medicine; it knocked him out." Ryo smiled kindly at Dee, able to tell that he was really worried. "What are you doing . . . " Ryo blushed, he had almost said, ‘home.’ "Here?"
"Berkeley told me Bikky was sick."
"You were worried?"
Dee waved a hand, "nah, I wasn’t worried about that brat." He lied.
"Dee, I can tell you’re lying."
"Okay, well, maybe I was worried just a little bit." Dee walked over to Ryo, "but mainly I missed you."
Blushing, Ryo looked up at Dee, "you did?"
"Yeah. I was worried, cause you didn’t show up for work." Dee bent down, getting on eye level with Ryo, "Please call me next time, so I don’t get sent to an early grave from worrying to death."
"You were worried that much?" Ryo said, blushing even more.
"Of course, when the guy you love is nowhere to be found, you’re going to be pretty worried."
"I’m sorry for worrying you, Dee. Next time I will call you." Ryo said, once again, avoiding Dee’s words of love.
Dee smiled, "good." He said, leaning down further to kiss Ryo on the mouth. Ryo jumped surprised, still as shy as he was the first time they’d kissed.
"If you’re going to do that," a weak voice moaned, "go somewhere else, you perverts. Trying to disturb me?"
Ryo pulled away from Dee, making him whin.
"Bikky, we’re sorry," Ryo apologized.
Dee just rolled his eyes; Bikky had already fallen back asleep. "Let’s take the brat’s advice." Dee grabbed Ryo’s hand, pulling him to his feet.
Ryo looked at Bikky one last time then followed Dee out of his bedroom.
A/N Please review!
Chapter 2