Happy Halloween with FAKE fic!!
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rajPairing/Fandom: Dee/Ryo, FAKE
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30_lemons; Theme #7: The Wardrobe, or, "I Feel Pretty!"
Title: Costumes
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raja815
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 359
Disclaimerr: FAKE and all related characters (c) Sanami Matoh
Notes: Short PWP for Halloween. A little cracky, but then of course it's Halloween... Originally written to be posted tofake_100 but it went too long. Enjoy!
It was the damn mask that really did him in. To say nothing of the fucking tights …
All through the party, trying not to drag his Captain Jack Sparrow wig (‘cause that fucker Johnny Depp was not about to usurp Dee Laytner in hotness, thank you very much) through his beer, he simply stared at it. Who would’ve thought Ryo would’ve actually worn it? It had just been a gag purchase on Dee’s half, trying to get a rise out of his lover… and who would’ve thought it would look so good?
He spent most of the party shifting to hide his erection; damn stupid flimsy pirate pants, what the hell were they good for…
They barely made it into their apartment before Dee jumped him, knocking him to the floor, ripping the cheap fabric of Ryo’s cape in his passion, pulling at Ryo’s mask with his teeth. There was a moment of protest, until Ryo remembered Bikky was out at his own Halloween party, and then he relented, pulling Dee down and kissing him as hard as Dee could’ve wished. Dee’s makeup smeared as he kissed Ryo, leaving traces of his greasepaint beard on Ryo’s mouth and smears of eyeliner on Ryo’s mask, the darker black of the liner smudging the black of the mask.
He slicked him with the lotion Ryo kept on the phone table and entered, Ryo writhing beneath him, both of them gasping and moaning, setting a furious pace, the carpet beneath them bunching as Dee thrust and Ryo rocked back into him.
It barely lasted a minute; they came, hard, each within fifteen seconds of the other, and dropped into a sweaty pile, the costumes they hadn’t even managed to get off rumpled and torn. For a few moments, they lay there, coming down, Ryo’s hand idly straying up to play with the beads in Dee’s wig.
“Well…” Ryo mumbled, grinning easily up from underneath Dee. “That was… enthusiastic.”
“You’ve had it coming all night,” Dee grinned, finally reaching to remove Ryo’s mask completely, and kissing him once again. “After all… Who the hell could pass up a chance to fuck Batman?”
Theme: Written for
30_lemons; Theme #7: The Wardrobe, or, "I Feel Pretty!"Title: Costumes
Author:
raja815Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 359
Disclaimerr: FAKE and all related characters (c) Sanami Matoh
Notes: Short PWP for Halloween. A little cracky, but then of course it's Halloween... Originally written to be posted to
fake_100 but it went too long. Enjoy!It was the damn mask that really did him in. To say nothing of the fucking tights …
All through the party, trying not to drag his Captain Jack Sparrow wig (‘cause that fucker Johnny Depp was not about to usurp Dee Laytner in hotness, thank you very much) through his beer, he simply stared at it. Who would’ve thought Ryo would’ve actually worn it? It had just been a gag purchase on Dee’s half, trying to get a rise out of his lover… and who would’ve thought it would look so good?
He spent most of the party shifting to hide his erection; damn stupid flimsy pirate pants, what the hell were they good for…
They barely made it into their apartment before Dee jumped him, knocking him to the floor, ripping the cheap fabric of Ryo’s cape in his passion, pulling at Ryo’s mask with his teeth. There was a moment of protest, until Ryo remembered Bikky was out at his own Halloween party, and then he relented, pulling Dee down and kissing him as hard as Dee could’ve wished. Dee’s makeup smeared as he kissed Ryo, leaving traces of his greasepaint beard on Ryo’s mouth and smears of eyeliner on Ryo’s mask, the darker black of the liner smudging the black of the mask.
He slicked him with the lotion Ryo kept on the phone table and entered, Ryo writhing beneath him, both of them gasping and moaning, setting a furious pace, the carpet beneath them bunching as Dee thrust and Ryo rocked back into him.
It barely lasted a minute; they came, hard, each within fifteen seconds of the other, and dropped into a sweaty pile, the costumes they hadn’t even managed to get off rumpled and torn. For a few moments, they lay there, coming down, Ryo’s hand idly straying up to play with the beads in Dee’s wig.
“Well…” Ryo mumbled, grinning easily up from underneath Dee. “That was… enthusiastic.”
“You’ve had it coming all night,” Dee grinned, finally reaching to remove Ryo’s mask completely, and kissing him once again. “After all… Who the hell could pass up a chance to fuck Batman?”
