Characters: Dee, mentions Ryo.
Setting: After the Manga, but spans Dee’s teens and adult life.
Summary: Dee’s thoughts on being bi.
Written For: The tw100 prompt ‘Rough’
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble and a half, 250 words.
Dee had never understood people who insisted they were straight, or gay for that matter. Why automatically exclude half of the world’s population from consideration when choosing a lover? Surely by doing that a lot of people were missing out on meeting their perfect match simply because the right person was the ‘wrong’ gender. Being bisexual seemed far more sensible to him.
There was a lot to be said for both sexes. Women were smooth, and soft, and smelled sweet. They had interesting curves, and they were mysterious, often hard to understand, conundrums to be explored and unravelled.
Men were far easier to understand, their bodies harder, heavier, more muscular, and less curvy. They didn’t expect the same kinds of tenderness that women thrived on. They were less complicated, more direct.
Guys were hairier too. There was something about the rough texture of an unshaven jaw that delighted Dee’s senses as much as the smooth swell of a woman’s chest did. Restricting himself to one of the other would be like saying he’d only eat pizza, not steak, or vice versa. Unnatural.
As he grew up, he alternated, dating a chick, then a dude, then back to the ladies again, just playing the field. For a long time, he believed that would be his life, never settling with anyone for long.
Then he met Ryo.
Dee still considers himself bisexual; he’s still attracted to both men and women, but these days he sticks exclusively to the man of his dreams.