FAKE Ficlet: Sharing Is Caring
Jun. 27th, 2025 07:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
badly_knittedTitle: Sharing Is Caring
Fandom: FAKE
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 503
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Dee has always been a bit possessive when it comes to his belongings, but he doesn’t mind sharing with Ryo.
Written For:
ravenlilyrose’s prompt ‘any, any, sharing drinks and/or plates of food,’ at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
threesentenceficathon.Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
It was almost funny how easy Dee was finding it to share with Ryo, especially since, having grown up in an orphanage where he had very few things he could call his own, Dee had developed a certain possessiveness when it came to his possessions.
It was most noticeable when it came to his food, because mealtimes back at the orphanage had often involved kids stealing food off each other’s plates. Many of them had suffered neglect, or poverty, so it was understandable that they’d grab whatever they could to eat whenever the opportunity arose, and despite never lacking for food himself, he supposed that attitude had imprinted on him from an early age. He’d been known to actually growl at friends, even dates, when they’d tried to sneak a couple of fries off his plate, and once, back in his police academy days, he’d decked a fellow cadet who’d tried to take his pickle, even though he didn’t have a particular love for pickles. He’d been lucky not to get a reprimand for that.
With Ryo it was different though. Perhaps it was because his lover had fed him so many delicious homecooked meals since they first met that Dee no longer had any fear, even the second-hand kind, of going hungry because there wasn’t enough to go around. Not that Mother would have ever allowed that to happen at the orphanage, she would have sooner gone without herself than let any of her charges suffer in any way, but still… money had been tight, and feeding the starving horde three good meals a day couldn’t have been easy.
But now, with Ryo, even if they ordered takeout, each of them choosing what they wanted, somehow they never stuck rigidly to their own meals. Instead, they usually snuggled together on the sofa, helping themselves out of each other’s cartons, or off each other’s plates, by some kind of unspoken agreement, feeding each other choice morsels, passing the last can of beer or bottle of soda back and forth between them, enjoying the sheer intimacy of sharing.
It was a revelation to Dee when he realised he didn’t do it out of some sense of obligation but because he actually WANTED to share with his lover. He honestly enjoyed it, and he felt no resentment when Ryo would take a few of his curly fries. In his turn, Ryo would willingly surrender some of his onion rings, even breaking the last one in half so they could share that too.
How could Dee possibly get angry with someone who gave so freely, in so many ways, without Dee even having to ask, and what was there to be angry about anyway? Sharing food, drink, or anything else with the man he loved felt as natural to Dee as breathing. He would happily share everything he owned with Ryo, holding nothing back, because his partner was the greatest treasure in Dee’s life, and all the things he owned were just unimportant objects in comparison.
The End
It was most noticeable when it came to his food, because mealtimes back at the orphanage had often involved kids stealing food off each other’s plates. Many of them had suffered neglect, or poverty, so it was understandable that they’d grab whatever they could to eat whenever the opportunity arose, and despite never lacking for food himself, he supposed that attitude had imprinted on him from an early age. He’d been known to actually growl at friends, even dates, when they’d tried to sneak a couple of fries off his plate, and once, back in his police academy days, he’d decked a fellow cadet who’d tried to take his pickle, even though he didn’t have a particular love for pickles. He’d been lucky not to get a reprimand for that.
With Ryo it was different though. Perhaps it was because his lover had fed him so many delicious homecooked meals since they first met that Dee no longer had any fear, even the second-hand kind, of going hungry because there wasn’t enough to go around. Not that Mother would have ever allowed that to happen at the orphanage, she would have sooner gone without herself than let any of her charges suffer in any way, but still… money had been tight, and feeding the starving horde three good meals a day couldn’t have been easy.
But now, with Ryo, even if they ordered takeout, each of them choosing what they wanted, somehow they never stuck rigidly to their own meals. Instead, they usually snuggled together on the sofa, helping themselves out of each other’s cartons, or off each other’s plates, by some kind of unspoken agreement, feeding each other choice morsels, passing the last can of beer or bottle of soda back and forth between them, enjoying the sheer intimacy of sharing.
It was a revelation to Dee when he realised he didn’t do it out of some sense of obligation but because he actually WANTED to share with his lover. He honestly enjoyed it, and he felt no resentment when Ryo would take a few of his curly fries. In his turn, Ryo would willingly surrender some of his onion rings, even breaking the last one in half so they could share that too.
How could Dee possibly get angry with someone who gave so freely, in so many ways, without Dee even having to ask, and what was there to be angry about anyway? Sharing food, drink, or anything else with the man he loved felt as natural to Dee as breathing. He would happily share everything he owned with Ryo, holding nothing back, because his partner was the greatest treasure in Dee’s life, and all the things he owned were just unimportant objects in comparison.
The End
