Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: After a few weeks working undercover, Dee invites himself over to Ryo’s place to spend the night.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Prompt 612: Limits at slashthedrabble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
Eyebrow raised, lips quirked in a half smile, Ryo eyed his lover curiously. “I think I must have misheard. Would you mind repeating that?”
Dee rolled his eyes but did as requested.
“I thought that was what you said.” Ryo dropped onto the bed beside his partner. “Let me get this straight,” he teased. “You invited yourself to dinner, and you don’t want sex? Dee Laytner, eternal, unrepentant horndog, isn’t interested in getting laid? How can that be?”
Opening his mouth to reply, Dee found himself shushed, Ryo’s finger resting softly against his lips.
“No, don’t tell me; let me guess. Ah, you’re sworn to take one night off a year, but you forgot to tell me?”
Lightly swatting Ryo’s hand away, Dee scowled up at the man he loved.
“Haha, funny guy. I do have my limits, y’know, and I’ve reached ‘em. After the craziness of the last few weeks, I’m wiped out. All I wanna do is sleep for about a week.” Dee frowned. “Uh, you weren’t countin’ on gettin’ some were ya? ‘Cause I wouldn’t wanna disappoint if ya were. I don’t know if I can muster the energy, but I…” He trailed off as Ryo shook his head.
“No, it’s fine, I’m pretty tired myself, and I’m not surprised you’re beat. I know working undercover takes a lot out of you, having to be on your guard all the time in case your cover gets blown. It’s just… If you’re so tired, why didn’t you just go straight home to bed? Why’d you drag yourself over here?”
“I wanted to see ya. I hate bein’ away from you for so long.”
“You just wanted to be fed and sleep in my big, comfy bed.” Ryo was grinning.
Dee returned the grin, enjoying the comfortable banter between them. “Well yeah, that too. I’ve been livin’ on microwaved pizza and TV dinners for weeks. The thought of an actual meal…” He sighed. “Heaven on a plate.”
“As I recall, pizza and TV dinners used to be your regular diet.”
“That was the old me, pre-you. I’ve been thoroughly spoiled, and it’s all your fault.” Dee gazed drowsily up at Ryo. “You’re too good a cook. You know my cookin’ skills are still pretty limited, but I was too tired to make the effort anyway. Easier to just come to yours.”
“And be waited on hand and foot?”
“Fussed over,” Dee corrected. “You know you like takin’ care of me.”
“I suppose I do. So what would you like me to do now?”
“You should know the answer to that already. It’s late, the House Ape’s asleep, so get those clothes off, get into bed, and snuggle with me.”
“I can do that, but shouldn’t you think about getting undressed yourself?”
“Oh, right.” When they’d come into the bedroom, Dee had simply flopped onto the bed fully dressed.
“Come on, I’ll give you a hand.” Ryo reached to unbutton Dee’s shirt.
“Thanks, babe.” It was good to be loved.