FAKE Triple Drabble: Pain Stops Play
Title: Pain Stops Play
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Dee thought Ryo was enjoying their make-out session, but apparently not.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Stop’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.
“No, stop, Dee!” Ryo shoved at his partner, who was pinning him bodily to the sofa. That wasn’t unusual; Dee would pounce anytime, anywhere, without warning. It never seemed to matter whether Ryo was in the mood; he’d been dealing with his handsy partner practically since they’d met.
“C’mon, baby! I know ya want me; that ain’t a gun in your pocket.” Dee groped, squeezed, and Ryo gasped, but didn’t stop trying to push Dee away.
“Stop! I mean it!”
Dee was taller and heavier, which wouldn’t usually be a problem for someone as experienced in martial arts as Ryo was, but one of his arms was pinned beneath Dee’s weight, and he couldn’t get any leverage with the other. He brought his legs into play, groaning with the pain it caused, but it worked. Dee yelped as a knee jabbed him somewhere painful, and he tumbled off the sofa onto the floor.
“What was that for?”
Wincing, Ryo sat up. “Sorry, but I told you to stop, and you wouldn’t listen.” Ryo picked up one of Bikky’s game controllers, which had been wedged between the sofa cushions, and glared at it. “I wondered what that was! I was lying on it, and with your weight on top of me I thought my ribs were about to cave in.” He rubbed awkwardly at his back with one hand.
Dee looked horrified. “I didn’t know! Sorry, babe. Here, lemme take a look.” Dee untucked Ryo’s shirt and examined his back, probing gently. “Damn, you’re gonna have some crazy lookin’ bruises, but I don’t think anything’s broken.”
“No, it’s just a bit sore. I’ll be fine now I’m not lying on this.” Ryo put the game controller on the coffee table. “Come on, let’s go to bed and finish what you started.”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Dee thought Ryo was enjoying their make-out session, but apparently not.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Stop’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.
“No, stop, Dee!” Ryo shoved at his partner, who was pinning him bodily to the sofa. That wasn’t unusual; Dee would pounce anytime, anywhere, without warning. It never seemed to matter whether Ryo was in the mood; he’d been dealing with his handsy partner practically since they’d met.
“C’mon, baby! I know ya want me; that ain’t a gun in your pocket.” Dee groped, squeezed, and Ryo gasped, but didn’t stop trying to push Dee away.
“Stop! I mean it!”
Dee was taller and heavier, which wouldn’t usually be a problem for someone as experienced in martial arts as Ryo was, but one of his arms was pinned beneath Dee’s weight, and he couldn’t get any leverage with the other. He brought his legs into play, groaning with the pain it caused, but it worked. Dee yelped as a knee jabbed him somewhere painful, and he tumbled off the sofa onto the floor.
“What was that for?”
Wincing, Ryo sat up. “Sorry, but I told you to stop, and you wouldn’t listen.” Ryo picked up one of Bikky’s game controllers, which had been wedged between the sofa cushions, and glared at it. “I wondered what that was! I was lying on it, and with your weight on top of me I thought my ribs were about to cave in.” He rubbed awkwardly at his back with one hand.
Dee looked horrified. “I didn’t know! Sorry, babe. Here, lemme take a look.” Dee untucked Ryo’s shirt and examined his back, probing gently. “Damn, you’re gonna have some crazy lookin’ bruises, but I don’t think anything’s broken.”
“No, it’s just a bit sore. I’ll be fine now I’m not lying on this.” Ryo put the game controller on the coffee table. “Come on, let’s go to bed and finish what you started.”
The End