Fake Fanfic: Confusing Realities, Part 1
Title: Confusing Realities, Part 1
Fandom: Fake
Pairing: Dee/Ryo
Rating: for this part PG-13 to R
Words: 927
Notes: My first Fake fic! I’ve always been interested in the conflict underlying this manga…wow, I suck at these things.
As time passed on, the pressures upon my body grew more and more insistent, drawing me wearily from the murky depths of my dreams. The slight aches at my sides and my rapidly stiffening arms drove me to reach for the barrier that separated reality from the unconscious world.
I drifted upwards, finally breaking the surface to gasp the cool air and wince as a blinding light assaulted my eyes. A quick moment of blindness, and then I’m staring into intense emerald orbs. Dee’s eyes star down at me, dark and deadly as that of an adder. At first, I fall prey to that powerful glare, helpless and unaware of my dangerous position.
But the sharp, insistent pain in my sides refuses to go away, and I quickly realize that I am lying in my bed with Dee straddling me across my stomach. He is leaning over me, cool hands holding my wrists firmly above my head.
“Dee!” I gasp breathlessly in fear and confusion. The suddenness of this situation brings me close to panicking, shattering my calm facade piece by piece. This can’t be happening! He wouldn’t! He promised!
“Let me go!” I plead, hating and fearing the childish timidity coloring my voice.
Yet, he doesn’t respond to my trembling cries, never loosening his tight grip nor lifting his predatory gaze.
I feel something crack deep inside me as I stare up into his hungry eyes, that last burst of strength which floods the cornered prey. Though some part of my conscious realizes my helpless condition, I struggle beneath his weight. I strive to wrench my arms free from his grasp, and to twist my body away from his touch.
Still, Dee holds on throughout my frightened movements, his fingers slowly tightening their vise-like grip until I must stop my thrashing and gasp in pain. His legs now press even harder into my sides and I can’t help trying to shrink away from the sensation, as well as from the intense glare Dee has yet to drop.
“Why are you doing this?” I whisper into the flesh of an upraised arm, my mind reeling at the primal fear evident in the softly spoken words.
“Why?” Dee echoes. His voice sounds hollow, almost mechanic, and makes shivers creep down my spine. The faint sound of cloth brushing against denim reaches my ears as he moves to position himself between my legs. I watch from the corner of my eye as he slowly leans over me. My low moan cuts the air when Dee’s lips finally meet the hot flesh of taut abs exposed and charged even further by the previous frantic thrashing. “Why not?” He whispers against my skin, his lips sending jolts of pleasure racing throughout my body with each and every word. “Don’t you want me, Ryo?”
“N-No,” I finally manage to gasp, even as he traces the faint outlines of my abdomen with his tongue. “Please don’t,” I say, though my voice shakes with the blatant desire for his touch.
He ignores me, attention bent fully upon his task. Kisses and licks make their way slowly up my chest, hungrily tasting the skin his very teeth exposed. With every touch of those maddeningly soft lips, I could feel my resistance waver, my pleas crumbling uselessly into incoherence upon my tongue.
My lustful moans now highlight the cruel night air, even as my eyes burn painfully with sweat and unshed tears. How could he?, I ask the gods, though I arch into the warmth promised by his hot mouth.
Still stretched over me, he shifts slightly to reach an uncovered nipple, tongue lashing out to taste that unguarded victim of his desire. In the process, his thigh brushes roughly against my trapped erection, tearing a harsh cry from my sore throat and causing flashes of light to dance at the edges of my vision.
He pauses, his eyes wide and the tip of his red tongue peeking out from between parted lips.
For an eternity, we stare into each other’s eyes, with the only sounds in the room our ragged breathing and our pounding hearts. The beautiful green of his eyes had bled into his pupils, and I find myself pulled irresistibly towards the fascinating emerald stones.
Then, the ticking of a clock intrudes upon the scene. At first silent, its steady beat soon is pounding upon my eardrums, drowning out all other sense but sound. I scream silently into its all-encompassing clamor, as the beat’s wrath threatens to tear apart my mind shred by shred.
“Don’t fight it, Ryo!” Dee’s frightened voice calls through to me between the pauses. “Just let go!”
And so I give myself over to the infernal ticking and the drowning darkness. A blanket of black night rushes over me, salving my pain and taking me away from my both feared and beloved predator.
~ ~ ~
I awaken in his arms, finding myself pressed firmly against his chest as he embraces me in trembling arms.
“Are you with me, Ryo?” he whispers into the curve of my neck. His voice sounds frightened and uncertain, and I greedily latch onto speech bereft of the emotionless tone coloring that of my dreams.
Yet, I cannot answer, my throat closing painfully tight. I could only bury my face against his chest and breath deep the fragrance of his body.
This is my Dee: my caring, funny, handsome Dee. It is only my fear that gives life to the Dee pervading my nightmares.
Yet, night after night, why must I have this dream?
~ ~ ~
10 Things I Hate About You is on tonight! I love that movie!
Y’all feel free to comment and/or criticize.
Fandom: Fake
Pairing: Dee/Ryo
Rating: for this part PG-13 to R
Words: 927
Notes: My first Fake fic! I’ve always been interested in the conflict underlying this manga…wow, I suck at these things.
As time passed on, the pressures upon my body grew more and more insistent, drawing me wearily from the murky depths of my dreams. The slight aches at my sides and my rapidly stiffening arms drove me to reach for the barrier that separated reality from the unconscious world.
I drifted upwards, finally breaking the surface to gasp the cool air and wince as a blinding light assaulted my eyes. A quick moment of blindness, and then I’m staring into intense emerald orbs. Dee’s eyes star down at me, dark and deadly as that of an adder. At first, I fall prey to that powerful glare, helpless and unaware of my dangerous position.
But the sharp, insistent pain in my sides refuses to go away, and I quickly realize that I am lying in my bed with Dee straddling me across my stomach. He is leaning over me, cool hands holding my wrists firmly above my head.
“Dee!” I gasp breathlessly in fear and confusion. The suddenness of this situation brings me close to panicking, shattering my calm facade piece by piece. This can’t be happening! He wouldn’t! He promised!
“Let me go!” I plead, hating and fearing the childish timidity coloring my voice.
Yet, he doesn’t respond to my trembling cries, never loosening his tight grip nor lifting his predatory gaze.
I feel something crack deep inside me as I stare up into his hungry eyes, that last burst of strength which floods the cornered prey. Though some part of my conscious realizes my helpless condition, I struggle beneath his weight. I strive to wrench my arms free from his grasp, and to twist my body away from his touch.
Still, Dee holds on throughout my frightened movements, his fingers slowly tightening their vise-like grip until I must stop my thrashing and gasp in pain. His legs now press even harder into my sides and I can’t help trying to shrink away from the sensation, as well as from the intense glare Dee has yet to drop.
“Why are you doing this?” I whisper into the flesh of an upraised arm, my mind reeling at the primal fear evident in the softly spoken words.
“Why?” Dee echoes. His voice sounds hollow, almost mechanic, and makes shivers creep down my spine. The faint sound of cloth brushing against denim reaches my ears as he moves to position himself between my legs. I watch from the corner of my eye as he slowly leans over me. My low moan cuts the air when Dee’s lips finally meet the hot flesh of taut abs exposed and charged even further by the previous frantic thrashing. “Why not?” He whispers against my skin, his lips sending jolts of pleasure racing throughout my body with each and every word. “Don’t you want me, Ryo?”
“N-No,” I finally manage to gasp, even as he traces the faint outlines of my abdomen with his tongue. “Please don’t,” I say, though my voice shakes with the blatant desire for his touch.
He ignores me, attention bent fully upon his task. Kisses and licks make their way slowly up my chest, hungrily tasting the skin his very teeth exposed. With every touch of those maddeningly soft lips, I could feel my resistance waver, my pleas crumbling uselessly into incoherence upon my tongue.
My lustful moans now highlight the cruel night air, even as my eyes burn painfully with sweat and unshed tears. How could he?, I ask the gods, though I arch into the warmth promised by his hot mouth.
Still stretched over me, he shifts slightly to reach an uncovered nipple, tongue lashing out to taste that unguarded victim of his desire. In the process, his thigh brushes roughly against my trapped erection, tearing a harsh cry from my sore throat and causing flashes of light to dance at the edges of my vision.
He pauses, his eyes wide and the tip of his red tongue peeking out from between parted lips.
For an eternity, we stare into each other’s eyes, with the only sounds in the room our ragged breathing and our pounding hearts. The beautiful green of his eyes had bled into his pupils, and I find myself pulled irresistibly towards the fascinating emerald stones.
Then, the ticking of a clock intrudes upon the scene. At first silent, its steady beat soon is pounding upon my eardrums, drowning out all other sense but sound. I scream silently into its all-encompassing clamor, as the beat’s wrath threatens to tear apart my mind shred by shred.
“Don’t fight it, Ryo!” Dee’s frightened voice calls through to me between the pauses. “Just let go!”
And so I give myself over to the infernal ticking and the drowning darkness. A blanket of black night rushes over me, salving my pain and taking me away from my both feared and beloved predator.
~ ~ ~
I awaken in his arms, finding myself pressed firmly against his chest as he embraces me in trembling arms.
“Are you with me, Ryo?” he whispers into the curve of my neck. His voice sounds frightened and uncertain, and I greedily latch onto speech bereft of the emotionless tone coloring that of my dreams.
Yet, I cannot answer, my throat closing painfully tight. I could only bury my face against his chest and breath deep the fragrance of his body.
This is my Dee: my caring, funny, handsome Dee. It is only my fear that gives life to the Dee pervading my nightmares.
Yet, night after night, why must I have this dream?
~ ~ ~
10 Things I Hate About You is on tonight! I love that movie!
Y’all feel free to comment and/or criticize.