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gracie_musicaTitle: You Don't Wanna Know
Date Written: 11/5/05
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 292
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Dee, Bikky, Dee/Ryo (mentioned), Carol/Bikky (mentioned)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Through volume 7
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Inspired by a conversation with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
deeryofan, and dedicated to her.
"So let me get this straight," Bikky summarized, looking at one of his foster fathers. "You and Ryo have been working all week, and I've been over at Carol's because you don't want me home. And now that you have the weekend off, I have to go back to Carol's?"
"That would be correct," Dee replied, crossed his arms. This time, cash hadn't worked on the teen. And he also had a nagging feeling that if this routine continued, someone was going to jail for sleeping with a minor. Someone with pretty strawberry-blonde hair.
"Why? I haven't seen you two for a week, I want real food for once, I want to tell Ryo about me creaming the guys at basketball practice on Tuesday, and I want to kick your ass on the PS2!" Bikky protested.
"You're not going to want to know why we're kicking you out," Dee told him.
Bikky rolled his eyes. "Yeah, okay, you two are going to screw like rabbits. Just lock your door and I'll turn my music up before I go to sleep. It's sex, so frickin' what?"
Dee had to smirk. Their little boy certainly had grown up. Too bad his lover still couldn't realize that. "Our bedroom isn't... Well, let's just say that it's not the best place to conduct the activities we plan to do tonight."
Bikky raised his eyebrows. "What are you going to do, play Twister or something."
"Naked Twister, actually. With olive oil."
Bikky's face turned a very interesting color, and he was out of the apartment in five minutes.
Dee was very proud that he managed to keep the straight face until the apartment door slammed behind his and Ryo's son.
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Title: Switching Sides
Date Written: 11/5/05
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1137
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Dee/Ryo, Bikky
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Through to Like Like Love
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Requested by:deeryofan
Notes: Most of this was a huge plot bunny thatdeeryofan kept poking me with, and a lot of this is actually her ideas! I just wrote it. #^__^#
Bikky could hear the raised voices as he climbed up the stairs. He sighed to himself, rolling his eyes. Lately, his two foster fathers--not that he'd ever tell Dee he thought of him as his father!--had been working like dogs on their cases, and he had been hoping that once things finally calmed down they could be... Well, a family.
When Bikky had lived with his birth father, Richard, he had often been alone. Especially after his mother died when he was about six. He knew his father wasn't a 'good man' in the way most people saw it, but he had been kind. Every spare moment he had, he had spent with his son. Bikky knew his first father had loved him.
And he knew that his new fathers loved him too. It just... sometimes it got really lonely in an empty apartment at midnight.
He couldn't blame them, really: They were saving the world, one person at a time. He just really really missed them. And since it looked like he might actually get the scholarship to go to college in LA next year, he wanted to spend as much time with them as possible.
The door was unlocked, and the teen slipped into the apartment silently, sliding out of his shoes. It was probably best to just let them duke it out, fume for a bit, then make up. All couples fight, that was something he had learned himself through his relationship with Carol.
"I didn't say anything when you started going to the church choir again!" Ryo was yelling in the kitchen. "So what the hell is your problem? I'm not allowed to do stuff without you in my free time?"
Bikky sighed, leaning against the closed door. They hadn't heard him come in, he was going to wait until the storm had passed to grab something to eat.
"Of course!" he heard Dee yell back. "Damn it, Ryo, this is not about you doing this. It'd just been nice if you'd talked it through with me first."
"Why? Do I need your permission? That's bullshit, Dee. I'm my own person."
Something banged in the kitchen, and Bikky guessed that Dee had slammed his fists on the dining room table. "God dammit, Ryo! I'm just trying to say that it'd be nice to have us working as a team in stuff like that, too."
Ryo's voice was moving around as he replied. Bikky shook his head, picturing Ryo doing every little thing he could find in the kitchen so he wouldn't have to meet Dee's dark jade, penetrating gaze. "So, you're saying we wouldn't have this discussion if I had asked you first? What's with that, Dee? As I said, I don't think I need your permission to do stuff like that."
Dee moved, and Bikky could see him in the door frame that connected the kitchen to the dining room. "How can you be so damn stubborn?! When I joined the choir again, I discussed it with you first before I made that decision."
"I never asked you to!" Ryo snapped back. "It wasn't necessary!"
"But I did, because that's what people in a relationship do!" Dee's face was beginning to turn red with anger. Pretty soon, it'd deteriorate down.
"Oh great." The sarcasm in Ryo's tone was thick enough to cut with a butter knife. "Now, I'm not only doing things without your permission, but I'm lousy at having a relationship, too! Really, Dee, stop being a possessive jerk, damn it! You didn't need to ask me if it was okay if you'd start singing again! If you want to do that, fine! I don't fucking care what you do in your free time!"
Dee's jaw dropped at that. Ryo apparently had no idea just how much he had hurt his lover.
"Fine."
That one word was like a death knell, and the dark-haired detective stormed out of the kitchen, straight past Bikky, stopping only to pick up his shoes and walk out of the apartment in his stocking feet.
"Bikky! How long have you been there?"
The blonde turned to stare at his guardian. "Long enough. What's up with you, PMS?"
"You will not talk to me in such a manner, young man, I'm not in the mood for it," Ryo informed him.
Bikky scoffed. "Oh, but it's fine for you to talk to your lover in that tone?"
"That's none of your business."
"You two are my business, Ryo!" Blue eyes narrowed dangerously. "I don't want to know what you were fighting about, because frankly, I don't really give a damn at this point. And because you're being such a prissy little bitch today, I'll come clean on a few things Dee didn't want to tell you about the church choir: Yes, it is true that Dee used to sing in the church choir because Mother wanted him to, and yes it is true that he recently started up again because she asked him to. She asked him to because some of the kids wanted to try out, but were scared. She thought that if Dee was there, they wouldn't be as afraid because there'd be a friendly face watching them. But they had a three-day fight after the first time she brought it up because he didn't want to do it because he knew it would take away from his time with YOU."
Ryo had visibly shrunk against the door frame as his son gave him a dressing down. The tall boy stormed past his guardian, much in the manner his foster father had earlier, and stopped to peer down at the half-Japanese detective. "Also, just a little info for you, something you should know as an orphan yourself: NEVER TELL AN ORPHAN YOU DON'T CARE."
Ryo's dark eyes widened so large Bikky could see the whites of his eyes all the way around his guardian's almost black irises. He went pale as a sheet, the full weight of all he had said finally sinking in. "Oh God, what have I done?"
"Nothing you can't fix if you don't go after his ass NOW, Ryo," Bikky shot back.
The shorter detective took off out the door, calling out to his lover as he ran down the apartment stairway.
---
Bikky awoke later that night to a sound that was not unfamiliar to him: the steady, rhythmic creaking of mattress springs coming from down the hall.
The teen smiled to himself, glad his fathers had made up with one another. Carol would be happy to hear that tomorrow.
He turned his radio up a few notches before going back to sleep.
Date Written: 11/5/05
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 292
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Dee, Bikky, Dee/Ryo (mentioned), Carol/Bikky (mentioned)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Through volume 7
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Inspired by a conversation with
deeryofan, and dedicated to her."So let me get this straight," Bikky summarized, looking at one of his foster fathers. "You and Ryo have been working all week, and I've been over at Carol's because you don't want me home. And now that you have the weekend off, I have to go back to Carol's?"
"That would be correct," Dee replied, crossed his arms. This time, cash hadn't worked on the teen. And he also had a nagging feeling that if this routine continued, someone was going to jail for sleeping with a minor. Someone with pretty strawberry-blonde hair.
"Why? I haven't seen you two for a week, I want real food for once, I want to tell Ryo about me creaming the guys at basketball practice on Tuesday, and I want to kick your ass on the PS2!" Bikky protested.
"You're not going to want to know why we're kicking you out," Dee told him.
Bikky rolled his eyes. "Yeah, okay, you two are going to screw like rabbits. Just lock your door and I'll turn my music up before I go to sleep. It's sex, so frickin' what?"
Dee had to smirk. Their little boy certainly had grown up. Too bad his lover still couldn't realize that. "Our bedroom isn't... Well, let's just say that it's not the best place to conduct the activities we plan to do tonight."
Bikky raised his eyebrows. "What are you going to do, play Twister or something."
"Naked Twister, actually. With olive oil."
Bikky's face turned a very interesting color, and he was out of the apartment in five minutes.
Dee was very proud that he managed to keep the straight face until the apartment door slammed behind his and Ryo's son.
---
Title: Switching Sides
Date Written: 11/5/05
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1137
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Dee/Ryo, Bikky
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Through to Like Like Love
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Requested by:
deeryofanNotes: Most of this was a huge plot bunny that
deeryofan kept poking me with, and a lot of this is actually her ideas! I just wrote it. #^__^#Bikky could hear the raised voices as he climbed up the stairs. He sighed to himself, rolling his eyes. Lately, his two foster fathers--not that he'd ever tell Dee he thought of him as his father!--had been working like dogs on their cases, and he had been hoping that once things finally calmed down they could be... Well, a family.
When Bikky had lived with his birth father, Richard, he had often been alone. Especially after his mother died when he was about six. He knew his father wasn't a 'good man' in the way most people saw it, but he had been kind. Every spare moment he had, he had spent with his son. Bikky knew his first father had loved him.
And he knew that his new fathers loved him too. It just... sometimes it got really lonely in an empty apartment at midnight.
He couldn't blame them, really: They were saving the world, one person at a time. He just really really missed them. And since it looked like he might actually get the scholarship to go to college in LA next year, he wanted to spend as much time with them as possible.
The door was unlocked, and the teen slipped into the apartment silently, sliding out of his shoes. It was probably best to just let them duke it out, fume for a bit, then make up. All couples fight, that was something he had learned himself through his relationship with Carol.
"I didn't say anything when you started going to the church choir again!" Ryo was yelling in the kitchen. "So what the hell is your problem? I'm not allowed to do stuff without you in my free time?"
Bikky sighed, leaning against the closed door. They hadn't heard him come in, he was going to wait until the storm had passed to grab something to eat.
"Of course!" he heard Dee yell back. "Damn it, Ryo, this is not about you doing this. It'd just been nice if you'd talked it through with me first."
"Why? Do I need your permission? That's bullshit, Dee. I'm my own person."
Something banged in the kitchen, and Bikky guessed that Dee had slammed his fists on the dining room table. "God dammit, Ryo! I'm just trying to say that it'd be nice to have us working as a team in stuff like that, too."
Ryo's voice was moving around as he replied. Bikky shook his head, picturing Ryo doing every little thing he could find in the kitchen so he wouldn't have to meet Dee's dark jade, penetrating gaze. "So, you're saying we wouldn't have this discussion if I had asked you first? What's with that, Dee? As I said, I don't think I need your permission to do stuff like that."
Dee moved, and Bikky could see him in the door frame that connected the kitchen to the dining room. "How can you be so damn stubborn?! When I joined the choir again, I discussed it with you first before I made that decision."
"I never asked you to!" Ryo snapped back. "It wasn't necessary!"
"But I did, because that's what people in a relationship do!" Dee's face was beginning to turn red with anger. Pretty soon, it'd deteriorate down.
"Oh great." The sarcasm in Ryo's tone was thick enough to cut with a butter knife. "Now, I'm not only doing things without your permission, but I'm lousy at having a relationship, too! Really, Dee, stop being a possessive jerk, damn it! You didn't need to ask me if it was okay if you'd start singing again! If you want to do that, fine! I don't fucking care what you do in your free time!"
Dee's jaw dropped at that. Ryo apparently had no idea just how much he had hurt his lover.
"Fine."
That one word was like a death knell, and the dark-haired detective stormed out of the kitchen, straight past Bikky, stopping only to pick up his shoes and walk out of the apartment in his stocking feet.
"Bikky! How long have you been there?"
The blonde turned to stare at his guardian. "Long enough. What's up with you, PMS?"
"You will not talk to me in such a manner, young man, I'm not in the mood for it," Ryo informed him.
Bikky scoffed. "Oh, but it's fine for you to talk to your lover in that tone?"
"That's none of your business."
"You two are my business, Ryo!" Blue eyes narrowed dangerously. "I don't want to know what you were fighting about, because frankly, I don't really give a damn at this point. And because you're being such a prissy little bitch today, I'll come clean on a few things Dee didn't want to tell you about the church choir: Yes, it is true that Dee used to sing in the church choir because Mother wanted him to, and yes it is true that he recently started up again because she asked him to. She asked him to because some of the kids wanted to try out, but were scared. She thought that if Dee was there, they wouldn't be as afraid because there'd be a friendly face watching them. But they had a three-day fight after the first time she brought it up because he didn't want to do it because he knew it would take away from his time with YOU."
Ryo had visibly shrunk against the door frame as his son gave him a dressing down. The tall boy stormed past his guardian, much in the manner his foster father had earlier, and stopped to peer down at the half-Japanese detective. "Also, just a little info for you, something you should know as an orphan yourself: NEVER TELL AN ORPHAN YOU DON'T CARE."
Ryo's dark eyes widened so large Bikky could see the whites of his eyes all the way around his guardian's almost black irises. He went pale as a sheet, the full weight of all he had said finally sinking in. "Oh God, what have I done?"
"Nothing you can't fix if you don't go after his ass NOW, Ryo," Bikky shot back.
The shorter detective took off out the door, calling out to his lover as he ran down the apartment stairway.
---
Bikky awoke later that night to a sound that was not unfamiliar to him: the steady, rhythmic creaking of mattress springs coming from down the hall.
The teen smiled to himself, glad his fathers had made up with one another. Carol would be happy to hear that tomorrow.
He turned his radio up a few notches before going back to sleep.
