Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Dee has come to realise that ‘familiar’ isn’t the same as ‘boring’.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Familiar’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble and a half, 350 words.
Once upon a time, Dee had been a man constantly in search of newness. As soon as he grew accustomed to the person he was dating, as soon as they started to become known and therefore predictable, he started to grow bored with them, and when that happened his eyes would begin wandering as he looked for whoever would be his next conquest. No matter how much he liked the one he was with, he was always plagued by the idea that there might be someone, better out there and so he felt compelled to go and find them.
He soon gained a reputation for being the love ‘em and leave ‘em kind, a handsome charmer who was fun to be with as long as you didn’t expect anything more than a fling. That was okay though; there were plenty of beautiful people out there who weren’t looking for anything serious.
Looking back on those days, Dee finds it hard to remember why he’d ever thought the grass was greener on the other side of the fence, or that new automatically meant better.
He knows Ryo inside out, just the way Ryo knows him, but far from being boring, he finds that depth of familiarity to be a constant joy. Ryo still surprises him sometimes, and Dee is all for being surprised, but his life with the man he loves is settled and comfortable. He never has to wonder if he’ll have someone to share important moments with, because he knows Ryo will be there, celebrating beside him.
He loves the warm contentment he feels when he lays down at night breathing in the familiar scent of his lover, and wakes the next morning to Ryo snuggled against his side.
Newness has its place in any relationship; going places they haven’t been before, trying different foods or pastimes, experimenting with different positions in bed, but the familiar has a special kind of pleasure all its own.
When you find someone who makes you happy, the only sensible thing to do is to hold on to them with all your might.