Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge.
                        -Paul Gauguin (1848 - 1903)

Dee stopped the car and put the parking brake on.

"He hates me. You have no idea."

At the comment, the dark haired man looked across to see the other occupant of the car with his arms folded defensively across his broad chest. Dee sighed. He should have known that his earlier attempts at placation wouldn't work.

"He doesn't hate you, Ryo, you're imagining it."

Hard, dark eyes turned to glare at him. Clearly Ryo didn't appreciate not being believed.

"You've never met him," he argued. "He's obviously homophobic."

Dee rolled his eyes, hating that word. He couldn't care less what people thought of him, his lifestyle, anything. He was certain it was the best way to be; at least he wasn't stressing like Ryo.

"I must say Mr McLain, that your lifestyle in general concerns me," Ryo said caustically, mimicking the man they were talking about, wanting to prove to Dee that his observations were correct.

"Okay, want me to pretend like I'm just your lodger? I can take my wedding ring off," Dee suggested, trying to be helpful. Another glare.

"He knows about you, Dee, so you're just being ridiculous. Maybe I should just go in on my own."

"Hold on, I thought I was 'moral support'. Are you worried I'll embarrass you?"

"You answered the phone when he rang with 'McLain Taxidermists; you snuff 'em, we stuff 'em'. How could you possibly embarrass me?"

Dee looked genuinely contrite at his lover's sarcasm. "I didn't know it was Bicky's principal!" He huffed, crossing his arms in annoyance. "If the little shit didn't get into trouble so much then he wouldn't be ringing us and asking us to come into school, would he?"

Ryo didn't respond as he looked out to the main school entrance. "Come on then," he said in resignation. "No point being late."

Before he could open the car door, Dee took hold of his hand. His bright green eyes had lost their trace of amusement as he looked straight at his husband. "Just be confident. If he is a homophobe then it'll get right up his nose if you look like you don't care what he thinks. Anyway, this is about Bicky, not us."

Ryo nodded eventually as they both exited the car. The chief hadn't been hugely pleased when Ryo had explained that they needed to leave early in order to keep their appointment with Principal Riley. Dee hadn't exactly been thrilled either; he'd presumed Ryo would want to go on his own. After all, he was much more adept at dealing with Bicky and the many problems that seemed to follow the boy around; pure coincidence of course if you were naïve enough to believe Bicky's version of events.

Dee had tried to argue that he wouldn't be much help when Principal Riley had called asking Ryo to come into school for a chat, but the blond now had Dee's legal guardianship over the boy to add weight to his argument. Eventually, Dee had conceded defeat, getting into the car before Ryo did something unthinkable like put him on a sex ban. Throughout the journey, he had listened to his lover's complaints, realising that Ryo felt Bicky was receiving unfair attention because of his unorthodox parentage. Dee had played the good listener as he drove, never once commenting although that was mainly because he didn't agree; he was on the principal's side. Bicky was trouble.

They walked in silence through the endless corridors towards the principal's office. The janitor had given them directions and Ryo had been too embarrassed to tell him that they were unnecessary, he'd been so many times before. The children had left for the day; indeed Bicky would be ensconced in an armchair at home, blissfully unaware that the two men were now in the chief's bad books because they had had to leave work early to make this meeting.

The principal's secretary looked up from her work and smiled as she saw them approach. She'd buzzed the intercom before Ryo had even had chance to say who they were, indicating again that he had been in this situation once too often. On the principal's instruction, she showed them through into his office, where the man in question was sat behind his desk. "Principal Riley, this is my husband, Dee. He is also Bicky's legal guardian."

"For my sins," Dee said with a wry smile; immediately regretting it when Ryo shot him a withering look. The two men shook hands before the educator invited them to take a seat. From behind his desk, Principal Riley pushed his wire rimmed glasses further up his nose before he laced his fingers on the surface in front of him. Look at him, Ryo though to himself crossly, so goddamned smug. He's loving this; the gay detective that has no control over his son! With effort, he moulded his face into a suitably pleasant expression as the older man started to speak.

"It appears I don't have Bicky's file. Excuse me one moment." The principal made his way to the door, leaning out to speak to his secretary who unfortunately had left for the day, minutes earlier. "I'll be back shortly," the principal explained apologetically to the two men. "Unfortunately, the students' files are not kept in this building at the moment, so if you'd like to help yourself to some coffee while I'm gone." He gestured to the coffee maker on a side table before he left the room.

Once he'd gone, they sat in silence for a few minutes before Ryo snorted and leaned back in his chair. "Good to know he's organised."

Dee looked surprised at yet more sarcasm as he stood and went to make himself a drink. As he passed the window, he looked out to see Principal Riley crossing the yard before entering another building. "He's really not your favourite person, is he?" he chuckled, glancing back at Ryo before he grinned. "Tell you what. We'll make him a cup of coffee and I'll spit in it. Will that make you feel better?"

"Dee!"

"Well," the other protested. "Revenge is good for the soul."

Ryo raised one eyebrow as he made his way over to the coffee maker to stand next to his lover. "You're an evil man, Dee."

Dee grinned back. "Maybe you should punish me. I'm sure there must be a cane around here somewhere."

If possible, Ryo's raised eyebrow seemed to get even higher. "Or maybe I should just bend you over that miserable bastard"s desk and punish you properly."

Dee laughed before the sudden wickedness in his lover's expression caused him to falter. "You were kidding, right?"

"Maybe," Ryo replied, taking the freshly made cup of coffee from Dee's hands and placing it back on the set of drawers. "Maybe not."

Dee inhaled sharply as Ryo cupped his balls through his trousers and massaged them firmly. He had a hard-on in seconds.

"Ryo..." he started to say until he found a finger on his lips.

"What's wrong, Dee?" Ryo asked with a sly smile. "You said revenge was good for the soul and what better revenge than knowing we've christened his overpriced, over polished mahogany desk?"

Dee's eyes couldn't have got any wider as he let Ryo lead him by his tie over to the item of furniture in question. Even he, who had done some crazy things over the years and had been caught in some compromising positions in his younger days, knew that common sense was telling him to force his lover to sit down and drink a strong cup of coffee before they did something they'd both regret. He however would admit that he was a slave to his libido and right now, Ryo was making him as horny as hell. Common sense didn't even get a look in.

"I don't think..." he started to say before the hand that seconds before had been tugging impatiently at his zipper suddenly found its way into his underwear and wrapped around his hardened cock. "I... nng... Ry... oh God..."

His incoherent ramblings were smothered by an aggressive kiss as his lover continued to stroke and tease his arousal. When Ryo finally let him up for air, Dee didn't need any convincing.

"Get your pants down now," Dee growled, unable to contain himself any longer.

"Uh uh," Ryo said shaking his head. "This is my show."

Dee's eyes widened as he was attacked again; another deep kiss that found Ryo's tongue wedged at the back of his throat. Pinned to the desk with Ryo holding his hands down on either side of his body, Dee did his best not to shoot his load right there and then. This was Ryo at his best.

"Holy shit," he murmured as Ryo ran his tongue around and over his ear, his warm breath stimulating the fine hairs on his neck. "You are one sexy son of a bitch, Ryo."

"You better believe it," the other man replied with a smile as he unbuttoned a couple of the buttons on Dee's shirt and reached through the gap to caress one of his nipples.

At that moment, Dee wanted nothing more in the world than to be naked so his lover could have full play of his body but he was well aware of the fact they would have to make themselves presentable very quickly if someone was to come to the door. He knew Ryo would be aware of that too, hence their staying semi-clothed. Of course, common sense was trying to tell him that if they were caught doing what they were doing, all the clothes in the world wouldn't make a difference. His pang of conscience was rudely interrupted as one of his nipples was pinched and he yelped in surprise.

"Pay attention," Ryo said sharply as Dee was about to protest at the painful treatment. The grip on his swollen nipple changed to caresses once again and Dee's level of arousal was heightened by the combination of pain followed by pleasure. He sucked in a lungful of air as Ryo, this time with his teeth, went to work on his neck, alternating between kisses and playful nips. With his wrists still pinned firmly to the desk, Dee threw his head back and allowed his lover access to more flesh, shuddering as Ryo's warm tongue ran across his Adam's apple, sucking the thyroid cartilage as if it were his hardened penis.

Just as Dee thought the pressure couldn't get any worse, Ryo began to grind against him; now orchestrating a full body assault against his near-helpless husband. As he sighed at yet more tortuous pleasure, Dee could only think that this had been going on for many minutes; too many minutes, since Principal Riley had said he would return 'shortly'.

"Uh, Ryo?" Dee managed to gasp. "We should stop... he might... might come back."

He was certain this would make Ryo see sense, make him see what they were about to do and stop him before things got out of hand. With any luck, Dee thought, we can get out of here quickly and then continue this back at home; hell, a horny Ryo should not be allowed to go to waste. Ryo did stop as he spoke, but it had far from the desired effect.

"You're worried about him coming back?" the blond asked, to which Dee replied with a timid nod. He was relieved when Ryo let him up but before he could start to fasten his pants, he found himself on the receiving end of a self defence move that flipped him around so that he was now facing the desk, with Ryo behind him.

"Now you can watch for him coming back," he heard Ryo say as the blond pushed firmly on the back of his head, bending him over the large piece of furniture so his chin was resting on the Principal's desk diary. Ryo was right though; from this position he could see out into the school yard.

Although Ryo wasn't really pinning him down anymore, Dee did little to try and get away as he secretly enjoyed the experience of being dominated. Sure, Ryo had taken him plenty of times but the danger of this situation was an exciting new dimension and Dee wasn't sure he would want Ryo to stop even if he could persuade him. Unable to see what was going on behind him, Dee reached out to brace himself, certain of what was coming next as he felt hands clawing excitedly at his pants.

"Spread 'em, McLain!" Ryo growled, chuckling slightly at the position his lover was in. Dee did as he was told, eyes still flicking towards the window every couple of seconds, although it was hard to maintain a watchful vigil when a hand reached between his legs and began to massage his testicles. He was just about managing to cope with that pressure on the fleshy sacs when the warm wetness that could only belong to a tongue, swept up from between his legs, across his sensitive entrance where it lingered for several firm strokes before it brushed upwards along his back. The sensation made Dee's body buck, so violently that he almost headbutted Ryo who was still leaning over him.

"Holy shit!" Dee gasped, certain he'd died and gone to heaven as Ryo used his saliva slicked fingers to prepare him quickly.

"Ready?" Ryo asked, the smile transmitting in his voice.

"As I'll ever be."

Ryo sighed blissfully as he worked his swollen arousal deep inside his lover's tight channel. As he gazed down on the satin-smooth skin of Dee's ass, rising and falling in the motions that he was controlling, Ryo knew that this ranked as the horniest and easily most stupid thing he had ever done, period. He gathered Dee was enjoying it too as he grunted and gasped until eventually he swore loudly, his stomach rising up from the desk.

"Oh crap, Ryo!"

"That's it, baby," Ryo replied assuredly, presuming his lover was reaching his climax.

"No!" Dee said quickly, trying to twist around to face his husband despite still being impaled on the other's cock. "He's coming back!"

The panic was only a temporary distraction as Ryo passed the point of no return, just as Dee pulled away from him. The resulting mess was exactly that. Seed spattered up Dee's back and past him, onto the cover of the leather bound desk diary sat with pride of place on the principal's desk.

"Shit," Dee ground out between gritted teeth; torn between pulling up his pants and cleaning up the mess. "Ryo, do something!"

The blond reacted swiftly, grabbing a handful of tissues in one hand as he yanked up his trousers and zipped them shut with the other. Dee was in the process of tucking his shirt back in as Ryo wiped over the desk, grinning broadly at his lover's panic.

"Crap, shit, crap!"

"What's wrong, lover?" Ryo said teasingly, adrenaline and elation at feeling he was more than one up on Bicky's principal fuelling his humour. "Scared you'll get caught?"

Despite their panic, Dee paused to look at his lover in disbelief. "Ryo, I don't know what's gotten into you but I hope it's permanent!"

They'd both just made it back into their seats as the door opened and Principal Riley stepped in, smiling apologetically at the two men.

"I"m sorry that took so long," he said coming around his desk and sitting down in his chair. Ryo cringed as the older man ran his hand across the freshly cleaned desk diary before he set Bicky's file upon it.

"Well... what can I say about Bicky..." the older man started, shaking his head slightly as he flicked through a couple of pages in the boy's records.

"With respect," Ryo said quickly, cutting across the other's words. He could feel himself growing defensive and knew that Dee was looking at him. "He's been trying much harder lately. He's been doing his homework and..."

"Mr McLain, Bicky isn't in trouble if that's what you're thinking."

Ryo looked surprised; Dee, downright stunned.

"In fact, the reason I called you here is Bicky's teachers have nominated him for this semester's most improved student. I have the final decision and I'm pleased to say I'm inclined to agree. His work has been of a much higher standard and there have been far fewer "incidents" generally." He paused and passed Bicky's file across for the two men to see. On the open page were a list of Bicky's grades for recent assignments; all a vast improvement on previous efforts.

"He'll be presented with an award at the end of the semester."

He stopped, clearly waiting for their reactions. "That's... wonderful," Ryo said finally, his pale cheeks flushed that he had gotten it so wrong. Just when he thought his guilt couldn't get any worse, it did.

"And also Mr McLain, I feel I owe you a sincere apology for what I said last time we met. I had no right to insinuate that your relationship was the cause of Bicky's poor behaviour and I'm truly sorry. If anything, the stability of your relationship has been the making of Bicky."

"I er... I mean..."

"Thank you," Dee said, coming to the blond man's rescue. "We really appreciate you saying that."

Principal Riley nodded and smiled. "Well, I'll let you go. I'm sure you're both very busy and I'm sorry I couldn't make this meeting any later. I'm afraid I have to get off to a school board meeting."

He stood as the two detectives did the same. Hands were offered and shaken. Suddenly, Principal Riley seemed much more amenable.

"Well, have fun." Dee said with a grin. "I'm not really a meeting man myself."

"Me neither," the older man replied, rolling his eyes in a gesture that indicated a sense of humour; something Ryo would have sworn didn't exist. "But I have to try and convince the board to approve the plans for building work so we can have some extra storage facilities. We're hoping to have somewhere for the students' files within this building so we don't have to go so far to access them," he explained. "It's a nuisance at the moment and I don't like having to leave my office for so long, although I feel more confident now that we've had a security camera installed."

Ryo could feel Dee's expression without even looking. "Security camera?" he said in a small voice, feeling the blood rushing to his cheeks.

"Up there," the principal said, pointing to the wall mounted camera; the unblinking eye. When he received no response, the older man frowned at the blond's blank expression. "Mr McLain? Is everything okay?"

"Fine," Ryo squeaked, barely able to find his voice. "Just fine."

Riley smiled. "Well, thank you again for coming and keep up the good work."

"Oh we will," Dee said with a grin, glancing at Ryo's beetroot like features. "And thank you."

Once they were alone in the corridor, Ryo turned to his lover, his dark eyes wide. "Oh my God, Dee, what have we done?"

"What d'you mean?" the other asked innocently.

Ryo frowned before his face did a huge contortion. "What d'you mean, what d'you mean? We've just-" he paused and the next words came out between gritted teeth; barely audible. "Had sex on his desk with a security camera recording everything! Oh God, we are so..."

"Screwed?" Dee volunteered helpfully, unable to resist a smile.

Ryo shook his head in disbelief before he huffed and strode off down the corridor, leaving his husband in his wake. As he disappeared around the corner, Dee could hear him muttering to himself, no doubt panicking about the next phone call he would be receiving from Principal Riley. Alone in the corridor, Dee smiled. Poor Ryo. He wasn't to know that the security camera wasn't on. After spending a year installing the devices for a security firm while he was completing the college course he needed to get into the academy, Dee knew that the camera was most definitely not active, the essential wiring not yet in place. He'd seen the camera as soon as Ryo had started to jump on him, quickly realising that it wouldn't be recording their activities and therefore they were safe to continue. Ryo didn't know however and Dee knew he really should tell him so he could stop worrying. Still, Dee thought as he started off towards the exit, Ryo nowhere in sight, it was amusing to see his strait-laced lover so flustered. The dark haired man smiled. He'd tell him when he got in the car.

Or over dinner.

Or maybe tomorrow...

End.