At My Mercy
Title: At My Mercy
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters/Pairing: Dee/Ryo
Rating: R
Word count: 585
Written for: Birthday gift for badly_knitted, who asked for Dee/Ryo, shock, shiver, delight
Warnings: Sexual situation, cop out
Summary: Someone is slow on the uptake, and for once it's not Ryo.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of Sanami Matoh, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Ryo stepped into the apartment he shared with Dee, placed his keys and wallet on the small side table just inside the door, and shed his jacket. He toed his shoes off and carried his coat to the closet, hanging it next to Dee's. Where was his partner anyway? It wasn't like him not to meet Ryo at the door for a kiss and a grope or two.
"Dee?"
"In here, babe!"
The bedroom. Why was that not surprising?
Roy poked his head in, fully expecting to see Dee sprawled across the bed wearing nothing but a leer. Instead, his lover was wearing a pair of boxers and a faded T-shirt that was rucked up enough to display a strip of skin. He looked rumpled, sleepy, adorable, and incredibly sexy. Ryo didn't realize his feet had carried him closer until he bumped into the edge of the bed.
Dee yawned and stretched, causing the shirt to ride up higher. He turned to Ryo and smiled. "I guess I fell asleep. Sorry, babe. I know I was s'posed to be puttin' the dishes away."
"Take off your shirt." Ryo's voice came out husky with rising desire.
Dee blinked up at him. "Why? It's not laundry day."
Ryo rolled his eyes. "Now who's being an airhead?"
"Huh? Oh. Oh!" If this were a comic strip, a lightbulb would have appeared over Dee's head. "Are you feelin' frisky, babe?" He sat up and tugged the shirt off over his head.
"No, I thought I'd get an early start on the laundry."
"What?!" Dee squawked as soon as his head emerged.
Ryo was done playing. He pounced, knocking Dee flat on the bed once again.
"Oof," grunted Dee. "Ah, so it is hanky panky yer interested in. Damn it, my arms are stuck. Hold up, Ryo. Lemme just...ah!"
Ryo was peppering Dee's chest with tiny, nipping kisses, pausing to tongue one taut nipple. He smiled against Dee's skin when he felt him shiver with delight. "I like having you at my mercy," he rumbled before licking a path to Dee's other nipple.
Dee groaned. "You're killin' me, babe. Wanna touch you."
Ryo ignored Dee's plea in favor of bringing his hands into play. His fingertips skated along Dee's sides, drawing a yip out of Dee and causing him to squirm. "Ticklish?" teased Ryo.
"I'll...mm...I'll tickle you one. Sit...sit up so I can get this shirt off."
"Nuh uh," Ryo mumbled against Dee's chest. He raised his head and mustered a glare. "Do you want me to get out the handcuffs?"
Dee froze, and his eyes widened in shock. He recovered quickly, eyes now crinkling at the corners as he smirked up at his lover. "Why, Officer MacLean, are you going to get rough with me?"
"That's Detective MacLean, and it depends on how well you cooperate," Ryo growled. He could feel Dee's heart rate pick up.
"I'll be good, promise," murmured Dee. The wicked sparkle in his eyes belied the words.
Ryo's gaze was drawn to his lover's lips. "What if I like it when you're bad?"
"Oh, babe," moaned Dee. It was all he got out before Ryo captured his mouth in a hot kiss.
Ryo slid his hands up Dee's torso to his arms. He used the motion to push Dee's T-shirt off completely. He swatted away Dee's attempts to touch him.
"Hands up and keep them where I can see them."
"Oh god, babe, what you do to me," whined Dee. He flung his hands to the pillow his head was resting on. "Be gentle."
Ryo broke character as he snickered. He sat up straight, undid the top three buttons of his shirt and yanked it over his head. He tossed it to the side, uncaring of where it landed. Next, Ryo snagged the edge of Dee's boxers and tugged them down, revealing his prize.
Dee reached for him.
"No touching!"
"Ungh," groaned Dee, returning his hands to their position beside his head. "Get naked and ride me, baby."
That was an order that Ryo was only too happy to obey.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters/Pairing: Dee/Ryo
Rating: R
Word count: 585
Written for: Birthday gift for badly_knitted, who asked for Dee/Ryo, shock, shiver, delight
Warnings: Sexual situation, cop out
Summary: Someone is slow on the uptake, and for once it's not Ryo.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of Sanami Matoh, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Ryo stepped into the apartment he shared with Dee, placed his keys and wallet on the small side table just inside the door, and shed his jacket. He toed his shoes off and carried his coat to the closet, hanging it next to Dee's. Where was his partner anyway? It wasn't like him not to meet Ryo at the door for a kiss and a grope or two.
"Dee?"
"In here, babe!"
The bedroom. Why was that not surprising?
Roy poked his head in, fully expecting to see Dee sprawled across the bed wearing nothing but a leer. Instead, his lover was wearing a pair of boxers and a faded T-shirt that was rucked up enough to display a strip of skin. He looked rumpled, sleepy, adorable, and incredibly sexy. Ryo didn't realize his feet had carried him closer until he bumped into the edge of the bed.
Dee yawned and stretched, causing the shirt to ride up higher. He turned to Ryo and smiled. "I guess I fell asleep. Sorry, babe. I know I was s'posed to be puttin' the dishes away."
"Take off your shirt." Ryo's voice came out husky with rising desire.
Dee blinked up at him. "Why? It's not laundry day."
Ryo rolled his eyes. "Now who's being an airhead?"
"Huh? Oh. Oh!" If this were a comic strip, a lightbulb would have appeared over Dee's head. "Are you feelin' frisky, babe?" He sat up and tugged the shirt off over his head.
"No, I thought I'd get an early start on the laundry."
"What?!" Dee squawked as soon as his head emerged.
Ryo was done playing. He pounced, knocking Dee flat on the bed once again.
"Oof," grunted Dee. "Ah, so it is hanky panky yer interested in. Damn it, my arms are stuck. Hold up, Ryo. Lemme just...ah!"
Ryo was peppering Dee's chest with tiny, nipping kisses, pausing to tongue one taut nipple. He smiled against Dee's skin when he felt him shiver with delight. "I like having you at my mercy," he rumbled before licking a path to Dee's other nipple.
Dee groaned. "You're killin' me, babe. Wanna touch you."
Ryo ignored Dee's plea in favor of bringing his hands into play. His fingertips skated along Dee's sides, drawing a yip out of Dee and causing him to squirm. "Ticklish?" teased Ryo.
"I'll...mm...I'll tickle you one. Sit...sit up so I can get this shirt off."
"Nuh uh," Ryo mumbled against Dee's chest. He raised his head and mustered a glare. "Do you want me to get out the handcuffs?"
Dee froze, and his eyes widened in shock. He recovered quickly, eyes now crinkling at the corners as he smirked up at his lover. "Why, Officer MacLean, are you going to get rough with me?"
"That's Detective MacLean, and it depends on how well you cooperate," Ryo growled. He could feel Dee's heart rate pick up.
"I'll be good, promise," murmured Dee. The wicked sparkle in his eyes belied the words.
Ryo's gaze was drawn to his lover's lips. "What if I like it when you're bad?"
"Oh, babe," moaned Dee. It was all he got out before Ryo captured his mouth in a hot kiss.
Ryo slid his hands up Dee's torso to his arms. He used the motion to push Dee's T-shirt off completely. He swatted away Dee's attempts to touch him.
"Hands up and keep them where I can see them."
"Oh god, babe, what you do to me," whined Dee. He flung his hands to the pillow his head was resting on. "Be gentle."
Ryo broke character as he snickered. He sat up straight, undid the top three buttons of his shirt and yanked it over his head. He tossed it to the side, uncaring of where it landed. Next, Ryo snagged the edge of Dee's boxers and tugged them down, revealing his prize.
Dee reached for him.
"No touching!"
"Ungh," groaned Dee, returning his hands to their position beside his head. "Get naked and ride me, baby."
That was an order that Ryo was only too happy to obey.