Peace Offering
Title: Peace Offering Follows Five Minutes
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters/Pairing: Dee/Ryo
Rating: PG13
Word count: 730
Written for: Birthday gift for ragnarok_08, who requested Dee/Ryo, forgive, banter, mistake. I'm afraid you got more bickering than banter.
Warnings: Workplace naughtiness
Summary: Dee has some serious making up to do.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of Sanami Matoh, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Dee took a moment to enjoy the last delicious shudder that wracked his body before he took a step away from his baby. Ryo's face was reddened, and Dee hoped it was due to the remnants of passion, rather than embarrassment, or worse, anger. He found out when Ryo lit into him.
"Dee! How could you?!" he snapped, tugging at his rumpled clothing.
Dee enjoyed seeing him so disheveled. It made him want to whisk Ryo off somewhere that they could spend the rest of the day slaking their passion. By the expression on his lover's face, however, that was not going to happen.
"Aw, can I help it if I can't keep my hands to myself around ya?" Dee cajoled. "You're just so sexy, babe."
"And you're just so...horny!"
"Forgive me if I find you irresistible," Dee smirked, reaching to straighten Ryo's tie.
Ryo slapped his hands away. "Don't touch me again," he growled. "We're lucky we didn't get caught. A mistake like that could cost us our jobs."
"Eh, the Badger ain't going to fire us for dry humping in the morgue," said Dee, waving off Ryo's concerns. "Tell ya what, babe. Why don't I go upstairs and get some of those hand wipe thingies for you so you can get all nice and clean again?"
Ryo stared at him, clearly suspicious of his motives, before nodding once in agreement. Dee smiled, more than willing to make the walk of shame if it would improve Ryo's mood. After all, he hoped to have some naked fun times later this evening, and that wouldn't happen if Ryo still had a burr under his saddle.
Dee saluted his partner and legged it up the stairs. He went to Ryo's desk and rummaged through drawers until he found the wet wipes. Hoping no one would notice what he was up to, he strolled casually back through the precinct on his way to the stairwell.
"Need a diaper change, Dee?" drawled Marty.
"These are wet wipes, not diaper wipes, ya dope," said Dee. "I'm gettin' 'em for Ryo. He's down in the morgue and pitching a fit about how filthy everything is." Especially himself.
"Yeah, he's a bit of a neat freak, ain't he?" chuckled Marty, eyes flicking back to his computer.
Dee didn't bother responding; he ducked out of the precinct room and trotted back down the steps to the morgue. Ryo scowled when he saw him. Dee extended the wet wipes.
"Peace offering?"
Ryo harrumphed and snatched them from his hand. He set the canister on top of a filing cabinet and unbuckled his belt. Dee's body tightened in reaction, and he leaned back against the lone table in the room to enjoy the show.
Ryo caught him staring. "What are you doing?"
Dee grinned at him. "Never mind me, babe."
Ryo yanked his zip down, pulled a couple wipes out of the top of the container, then threw it at Dee
"Oof!" Dee grunted as he automatically caught the plastic missile. "Whadja do that for?"
"You need to use them, too," snapped Ryo. "And get away from me while you do it."
"Aw, yer no fun."
"We're at work, Dee. We aren't meant to be having fun."
"Stick in the mud."
"What did you call me?"
"Nothin'," muttered Dee. He undid his own belt and zipper and used a wet wipe to clean himself as best he could. "Screw this, we should just hit the showers."
"And how are you going to explain that?" demanded Ryo. He tossed the used wet wipes into a nearby trash can and zipped back up.
Dee had nothing witty to say in response, so he kept his mouth shut. Ryo was already riled up at him; there was no sense in pissing him off any more. He attempted another peace offering.
"Do ya want to go out to dinner tonight?"
"No."
Dee winced. "Want me to pick up some Chinese on the way home?"
Ryo's eyes narrowed, but he appeared to be considering it.
Dee sweetened the deal. "I'll do dishes after."
"What dishes?" scoffed Ryo.
"Er, well, our glasses?"
Ryo flung his hands out to the sides. "Yeah, alright," he conceded. "Now get out of here. I have some more research to do." He turned his back in obvious dismissal.
Dee grinned triumphantly. Oh, yeah, he was so gonna get lucky tonight!
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters/Pairing: Dee/Ryo
Rating: PG13
Word count: 730
Written for: Birthday gift for ragnarok_08, who requested Dee/Ryo, forgive, banter, mistake. I'm afraid you got more bickering than banter.
Warnings: Workplace naughtiness
Summary: Dee has some serious making up to do.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of Sanami Matoh, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Dee took a moment to enjoy the last delicious shudder that wracked his body before he took a step away from his baby. Ryo's face was reddened, and Dee hoped it was due to the remnants of passion, rather than embarrassment, or worse, anger. He found out when Ryo lit into him.
"Dee! How could you?!" he snapped, tugging at his rumpled clothing.
Dee enjoyed seeing him so disheveled. It made him want to whisk Ryo off somewhere that they could spend the rest of the day slaking their passion. By the expression on his lover's face, however, that was not going to happen.
"Aw, can I help it if I can't keep my hands to myself around ya?" Dee cajoled. "You're just so sexy, babe."
"And you're just so...horny!"
"Forgive me if I find you irresistible," Dee smirked, reaching to straighten Ryo's tie.
Ryo slapped his hands away. "Don't touch me again," he growled. "We're lucky we didn't get caught. A mistake like that could cost us our jobs."
"Eh, the Badger ain't going to fire us for dry humping in the morgue," said Dee, waving off Ryo's concerns. "Tell ya what, babe. Why don't I go upstairs and get some of those hand wipe thingies for you so you can get all nice and clean again?"
Ryo stared at him, clearly suspicious of his motives, before nodding once in agreement. Dee smiled, more than willing to make the walk of shame if it would improve Ryo's mood. After all, he hoped to have some naked fun times later this evening, and that wouldn't happen if Ryo still had a burr under his saddle.
Dee saluted his partner and legged it up the stairs. He went to Ryo's desk and rummaged through drawers until he found the wet wipes. Hoping no one would notice what he was up to, he strolled casually back through the precinct on his way to the stairwell.
"Need a diaper change, Dee?" drawled Marty.
"These are wet wipes, not diaper wipes, ya dope," said Dee. "I'm gettin' 'em for Ryo. He's down in the morgue and pitching a fit about how filthy everything is." Especially himself.
"Yeah, he's a bit of a neat freak, ain't he?" chuckled Marty, eyes flicking back to his computer.
Dee didn't bother responding; he ducked out of the precinct room and trotted back down the steps to the morgue. Ryo scowled when he saw him. Dee extended the wet wipes.
"Peace offering?"
Ryo harrumphed and snatched them from his hand. He set the canister on top of a filing cabinet and unbuckled his belt. Dee's body tightened in reaction, and he leaned back against the lone table in the room to enjoy the show.
Ryo caught him staring. "What are you doing?"
Dee grinned at him. "Never mind me, babe."
Ryo yanked his zip down, pulled a couple wipes out of the top of the container, then threw it at Dee
"Oof!" Dee grunted as he automatically caught the plastic missile. "Whadja do that for?"
"You need to use them, too," snapped Ryo. "And get away from me while you do it."
"Aw, yer no fun."
"We're at work, Dee. We aren't meant to be having fun."
"Stick in the mud."
"What did you call me?"
"Nothin'," muttered Dee. He undid his own belt and zipper and used a wet wipe to clean himself as best he could. "Screw this, we should just hit the showers."
"And how are you going to explain that?" demanded Ryo. He tossed the used wet wipes into a nearby trash can and zipped back up.
Dee had nothing witty to say in response, so he kept his mouth shut. Ryo was already riled up at him; there was no sense in pissing him off any more. He attempted another peace offering.
"Do ya want to go out to dinner tonight?"
"No."
Dee winced. "Want me to pick up some Chinese on the way home?"
Ryo's eyes narrowed, but he appeared to be considering it.
Dee sweetened the deal. "I'll do dishes after."
"What dishes?" scoffed Ryo.
"Er, well, our glasses?"
Ryo flung his hands out to the sides. "Yeah, alright," he conceded. "Now get out of here. I have some more research to do." He turned his back in obvious dismissal.
Dee grinned triumphantly. Oh, yeah, he was so gonna get lucky tonight!