FAKE Quadruple Drabble: House Rules
Title: House Rules
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, Bikky.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Dee and Ryo teach Bikky a couple of lessons.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Knock’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
Bikky glared at his nemesis as Dee walked into the apartment.
“Don’t you ever knock?”
“Why would I when I’ve got a key?” Dee dangled the keyring Ryo had given him from one finger.
“That doesn’t mean you can just walk in whenever you want to.”
“Actually, it does,” Ryo called from the kitchen, where he was making dinner. “When I gave Dee a key, I told him not to bother knocking, just to come straight in.”
“Why’d you do that?” Bikky sounded appalled at the whole idea.
“Because this is my apartment and Dee is my boyfriend. You have a key as well, and I don’t make you knock before coming in.”
“That’s different. I live here!” A horrible thought struck Bikky then. “He’s not moving in with us, is he?”
“No, he’s not. Staying over once or twice a week is one thing, but this place isn’t big enough for three, not the way you two are always at each other’s throats. It would be a permanent battle zone, and I get enough of that kind of thing at work. I prefer things to be a bit quieter at home.”
Bikky gave a relieved sigh. “That’s okay then.” He glared at Dee again, just because he could, then went back to doing his homework.
“Y’know, I’ll knock if it makes things easier for ya,” Dee murmured, joining Ryo in the kitchen, and washing his hands at the sink, ready to help his lover with the meal.
“No. My place, my rules. Bikky’s never going to adjust if I keep giving in to him, letting him make the rules or ignore any he doesn’t like.”
“Whatever you say, babe. What d’ya need me to do?”
OoOoO
Three days later, Bikky arrived home from school to a seemingly empty apartment. Dropping his book bag on the floor and kicking off his shoes, he made for Ryo’s room, throwing the door open. Then his jaw dropped.
“Doncha ever knock?” Dee scowled at Bikky from beneath the bedcovers.
The boy made a disgusted sound and fled, slamming the door behind him.
“I feel a bit mean doing that to him,” Ryo said, sitting up and pushing the covers back, revealing that he and Dee were both wearing sweatpants.
“We’re just makin’ a point. He’ll be more likely to knock in future.”
“I hope you’re right. There’re some things I don’t want him seeing.”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, Bikky.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Dee and Ryo teach Bikky a couple of lessons.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Knock’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
Bikky glared at his nemesis as Dee walked into the apartment.
“Don’t you ever knock?”
“Why would I when I’ve got a key?” Dee dangled the keyring Ryo had given him from one finger.
“That doesn’t mean you can just walk in whenever you want to.”
“Actually, it does,” Ryo called from the kitchen, where he was making dinner. “When I gave Dee a key, I told him not to bother knocking, just to come straight in.”
“Why’d you do that?” Bikky sounded appalled at the whole idea.
“Because this is my apartment and Dee is my boyfriend. You have a key as well, and I don’t make you knock before coming in.”
“That’s different. I live here!” A horrible thought struck Bikky then. “He’s not moving in with us, is he?”
“No, he’s not. Staying over once or twice a week is one thing, but this place isn’t big enough for three, not the way you two are always at each other’s throats. It would be a permanent battle zone, and I get enough of that kind of thing at work. I prefer things to be a bit quieter at home.”
Bikky gave a relieved sigh. “That’s okay then.” He glared at Dee again, just because he could, then went back to doing his homework.
“Y’know, I’ll knock if it makes things easier for ya,” Dee murmured, joining Ryo in the kitchen, and washing his hands at the sink, ready to help his lover with the meal.
“No. My place, my rules. Bikky’s never going to adjust if I keep giving in to him, letting him make the rules or ignore any he doesn’t like.”
“Whatever you say, babe. What d’ya need me to do?”
OoOoO
Three days later, Bikky arrived home from school to a seemingly empty apartment. Dropping his book bag on the floor and kicking off his shoes, he made for Ryo’s room, throwing the door open. Then his jaw dropped.
“Doncha ever knock?” Dee scowled at Bikky from beneath the bedcovers.
The boy made a disgusted sound and fled, slamming the door behind him.
“I feel a bit mean doing that to him,” Ryo said, sitting up and pushing the covers back, revealing that he and Dee were both wearing sweatpants.
“We’re just makin’ a point. He’ll be more likely to knock in future.”
“I hope you’re right. There’re some things I don’t want him seeing.”
The End