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gracie_musicaTitle: Eavesdropping Part 2
Date Written: 11/12/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 584
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Dee/Ryo, Drake/JJ (mentioned), Ted/Janet (mentioned, possibly one-sided) Marty, Jim, Drake, Ted
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Up through book 7
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Sequel to Eavesdropping and dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
totally4ryo, for giving me the bunny.
"DEE!"
Dee looked up as Ted slid around the corner into his office, the other two men who had been down in the lab for blood work along with his lover hot on his heels.
"What the hell are you three up to?" he growled playfully at Ted, Drake and Marty, who were crowding around his desk.
"You won't believe what I heard~!" Ted said in an annoying sing-song that made Dee's fingers itch.
"How can I when I don't know what it is?" the dark-haired man replied in the same tone, not looking up from his papers.
"I heard Ryo and Jim having sex in Jim's office!"
Dee's pencil point snapped against the paper as he pressed down suddenly, looking up wide-eyed at his fellow officers.
It was at that point Ryo stormed in, his face red with excursion and panting hard--he had, apparently, taken the stairs from the basement up to the third floor while the others took the elevator. "They're lying and they have filthy minds," the blonde declared to his partner, pointing at the others.
"Oh? Filthy mind?" Ted asked innocently. "Let's survey the facts, shall we?" His hand came up to stroke his chin thoughtfully, sarcasm oozing from every move and word. "A man who is known to be in a homosexual relationship, in a closed office with another man yelling things like, Ow! Damn, can't you be more gentle with that thing!. I think anyone would jump to that conclusion."
"I did not say that," Ryo shot back, his cooling cheeks flaring back to red.
"Actually, I believe the exact words were damn it Jim that hurts and seriously, that has to be the biggest one I've ever had in me," Marty offered helpfully.
"Oh screw you, Marty."
"There was an oh God Jim thrown in there too," Drake piped up.
Ryo threw balls of screwed up waste paper at the lot until they fled from the office, locking the door behind him. "I was talking about the needle," Ryo informed Dee. "They just take everything out of context."
Dee gave Ryo an I don't believe you look.
"Look! I even have proof!" the half-Japanese detective protested, rolling up his sleeve and showing the band-aid on his inner arm.
"Aw, poor thing," Dee cooed, switching gears. "Does it hurt?"
Ryo put on a pouting face, nodding, and Dee pulled his lover into his lap to kiss the developing bruise blooming under his pale skin. "There. I'll kiss it better more later."
The blonde pressed a kiss to Dee's forehead and moved around to sit at his own desk.
After a few minutes of (rather productive) silence, Dee reached over and pushed a few buttons on the phone. Ryo looked at him, confused, until he heard the other person pick up on the other end of the line in the silence of their office.
"Jim Campbell."
"You are so frickin' dead, Campbell, do you hear me?" Dee threatened, and Ryo could hear Jim's laughter coming from the earpiece. He turned bright red and buried his head in his arms as Dee hung up the phone, then blindly reached over for his own desk phone.
"Who are you calling?" Dee asked.
"Janet, JJ and Marty's wife," Ryo replied, going through papers on his desk for Marty's home phone number.
"What are you going to tell them?"
"No idea. I'll make it up as I go along."
Dee sighed, leaning his cheek on one of his hands. "God, I love it when you get like this..."
---
Title: A Day in the Life
Date Written: 11/12/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Fandom: Saiyuki
Characters/Pairings: Kanan/Gonou
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Gonou/Hakkai arc
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Just a little something bouncing around in my head. :: chuckles ::
Cho Kanan's life was very interesting.
Sometimes she was a captain of a vessel, the swaying of the boat below her as she watched her crew work in the rigging. Other times, she was a woman of privilege, rebelling against the trappings of society while wearing a corset.
She was rich. She was poor. She was abused, loved, hated, adored.
And then the alarm would go off. The dark-haired man next to her would groan and roll out of bed for coffee after kissing her softly.
The best thing about Cho Kanan's life?
She woke up next to Gonou every day.
---
Title: Master and Apprentice
Date Written: 11/12/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 364
Fandom: DNAngel
Characters/Pairings: Dark, Daisuke (slight pairing)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Requested by:silvertales6
Notes: I hope you like this, darlin, it's the best I could come up with. #^__^# AU.
Daisuke Niwa was a heavy sleeper.
Unfortunately for him, his master was not.
"Up and at 'em!" Dark Mousey cried, rolling his young apprentice out of bed.
Daisuke glared up at his master, rubbing a fresh bump on his head. "You know Master Dark, just shaking me would suffice."
"Ah, but opponents don't gently wake you up. They just slit your throat as you sleep."
"Then why didn't you kill me?" Daisuke grumbled.
"Come now, Dai, if I did that who would I get to do all my chores?" The long-haired man laughed at the look the younger was giving him. "Come now, Apprentice, time for morning training."
Daisuke groaned, but started getting dressed.
---
Morning training was Mousey-speak for beat the shit out of Apprentice Niwa, Daisuke decided. He was already filthy, bruised and bleeding from two places.
And they'd only been sparring for fifteen minutes.
"Get up, Daisuke, or you'll get the flat of my blade across your backside again," Dark warned the boy.
"I'll get it anyway," came the defiant reply.
Dark lowered his blade. "What's wrong, Dai? You're doing horribly today."
"I'm tired," Daisuke replied, climbing to his feet. "You kept me up past midnight last night fighting and now here we are again, and before sunrise even!"
"It's called training for a reason," Dark said, leaning on his sword. "Once you leave my house, I have no idea what situations you'll find yourself in. I have yet to lose a former student; you will not be the first."
"But I'm going to die if we keep this pace up!" the boy protested.
Dark sighed and sheathed his sword, but he was smiling. "Fine. We'll pick up here tomorrow."
"Thank you Master Dark!" the apprentice cried, rushing back into the house for a bath and to crawl back into his cooling bed.
Dark watched the back of his apprentice disappear down the hall from the doorway, rolling up a cold slice of ham that had been put out for breakfast. What was wrong with him? Maybe he was getting old; normally he'd never let an apprentice talk to him with such disrespect, much less let them off easy.
But he sure was fond of this apprentice...
Date Written: 11/12/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 584
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Dee/Ryo, Drake/JJ (mentioned), Ted/Janet (mentioned, possibly one-sided) Marty, Jim, Drake, Ted
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Up through book 7
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Sequel to Eavesdropping and dedicated to
totally4ryo, for giving me the bunny."DEE!"
Dee looked up as Ted slid around the corner into his office, the other two men who had been down in the lab for blood work along with his lover hot on his heels.
"What the hell are you three up to?" he growled playfully at Ted, Drake and Marty, who were crowding around his desk.
"You won't believe what I heard~!" Ted said in an annoying sing-song that made Dee's fingers itch.
"How can I when I don't know what it is?" the dark-haired man replied in the same tone, not looking up from his papers.
"I heard Ryo and Jim having sex in Jim's office!"
Dee's pencil point snapped against the paper as he pressed down suddenly, looking up wide-eyed at his fellow officers.
It was at that point Ryo stormed in, his face red with excursion and panting hard--he had, apparently, taken the stairs from the basement up to the third floor while the others took the elevator. "They're lying and they have filthy minds," the blonde declared to his partner, pointing at the others.
"Oh? Filthy mind?" Ted asked innocently. "Let's survey the facts, shall we?" His hand came up to stroke his chin thoughtfully, sarcasm oozing from every move and word. "A man who is known to be in a homosexual relationship, in a closed office with another man yelling things like, Ow! Damn, can't you be more gentle with that thing!. I think anyone would jump to that conclusion."
"I did not say that," Ryo shot back, his cooling cheeks flaring back to red.
"Actually, I believe the exact words were damn it Jim that hurts and seriously, that has to be the biggest one I've ever had in me," Marty offered helpfully.
"Oh screw you, Marty."
"There was an oh God Jim thrown in there too," Drake piped up.
Ryo threw balls of screwed up waste paper at the lot until they fled from the office, locking the door behind him. "I was talking about the needle," Ryo informed Dee. "They just take everything out of context."
Dee gave Ryo an I don't believe you look.
"Look! I even have proof!" the half-Japanese detective protested, rolling up his sleeve and showing the band-aid on his inner arm.
"Aw, poor thing," Dee cooed, switching gears. "Does it hurt?"
Ryo put on a pouting face, nodding, and Dee pulled his lover into his lap to kiss the developing bruise blooming under his pale skin. "There. I'll kiss it better more later."
The blonde pressed a kiss to Dee's forehead and moved around to sit at his own desk.
After a few minutes of (rather productive) silence, Dee reached over and pushed a few buttons on the phone. Ryo looked at him, confused, until he heard the other person pick up on the other end of the line in the silence of their office.
"Jim Campbell."
"You are so frickin' dead, Campbell, do you hear me?" Dee threatened, and Ryo could hear Jim's laughter coming from the earpiece. He turned bright red and buried his head in his arms as Dee hung up the phone, then blindly reached over for his own desk phone.
"Who are you calling?" Dee asked.
"Janet, JJ and Marty's wife," Ryo replied, going through papers on his desk for Marty's home phone number.
"What are you going to tell them?"
"No idea. I'll make it up as I go along."
Dee sighed, leaning his cheek on one of his hands. "God, I love it when you get like this..."
---
Title: A Day in the Life
Date Written: 11/12/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Fandom: Saiyuki
Characters/Pairings: Kanan/Gonou
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Gonou/Hakkai arc
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Just a little something bouncing around in my head. :: chuckles ::
Cho Kanan's life was very interesting.
Sometimes she was a captain of a vessel, the swaying of the boat below her as she watched her crew work in the rigging. Other times, she was a woman of privilege, rebelling against the trappings of society while wearing a corset.
She was rich. She was poor. She was abused, loved, hated, adored.
And then the alarm would go off. The dark-haired man next to her would groan and roll out of bed for coffee after kissing her softly.
The best thing about Cho Kanan's life?
She woke up next to Gonou every day.
---
Title: Master and Apprentice
Date Written: 11/12/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 364
Fandom: DNAngel
Characters/Pairings: Dark, Daisuke (slight pairing)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Requested by:
silvertales6Notes: I hope you like this, darlin, it's the best I could come up with. #^__^# AU.
Daisuke Niwa was a heavy sleeper.
Unfortunately for him, his master was not.
"Up and at 'em!" Dark Mousey cried, rolling his young apprentice out of bed.
Daisuke glared up at his master, rubbing a fresh bump on his head. "You know Master Dark, just shaking me would suffice."
"Ah, but opponents don't gently wake you up. They just slit your throat as you sleep."
"Then why didn't you kill me?" Daisuke grumbled.
"Come now, Dai, if I did that who would I get to do all my chores?" The long-haired man laughed at the look the younger was giving him. "Come now, Apprentice, time for morning training."
Daisuke groaned, but started getting dressed.
---
Morning training was Mousey-speak for beat the shit out of Apprentice Niwa, Daisuke decided. He was already filthy, bruised and bleeding from two places.
And they'd only been sparring for fifteen minutes.
"Get up, Daisuke, or you'll get the flat of my blade across your backside again," Dark warned the boy.
"I'll get it anyway," came the defiant reply.
Dark lowered his blade. "What's wrong, Dai? You're doing horribly today."
"I'm tired," Daisuke replied, climbing to his feet. "You kept me up past midnight last night fighting and now here we are again, and before sunrise even!"
"It's called training for a reason," Dark said, leaning on his sword. "Once you leave my house, I have no idea what situations you'll find yourself in. I have yet to lose a former student; you will not be the first."
"But I'm going to die if we keep this pace up!" the boy protested.
Dark sighed and sheathed his sword, but he was smiling. "Fine. We'll pick up here tomorrow."
"Thank you Master Dark!" the apprentice cried, rushing back into the house for a bath and to crawl back into his cooling bed.
Dark watched the back of his apprentice disappear down the hall from the doorway, rolling up a cold slice of ham that had been put out for breakfast. What was wrong with him? Maybe he was getting old; normally he'd never let an apprentice talk to him with such disrespect, much less let them off easy.
But he sure was fond of this apprentice...
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Date: 2005-11-13 02:07 pm (UTC)The Kanan one made me nod all the way through .... and I'm going to send it to K-chan
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Date: 2005-11-13 05:01 pm (UTC)How's your tooth feeling?
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Date: 2005-11-13 11:35 pm (UTC)WHOOT! *kisses and lurve* It was muy cute. Thanks so much!
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Date: 2005-11-14 12:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-14 12:22 am (UTC)Make JJ take Drake home to meet JJ's family. A family dinner or something. Add some embarassing baby stories and you've got a drabble.
Good luck! :)