Wire Challenge: FAKE: Fanfic: Getting Wired

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Title: Getting Wired
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted 
Characters: Dee, Ryo, OC.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Dee is getting fitted with a wire for an undercover operation.
Word Count: 517
Content Notes: None needed.
Written For: Challenge 309: Amnesty, using Challenge 21: Wire.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.


Dee hated wearing a wire. It wasn’t so much the danger of being made as an undercover cop, it was just that the damned things were so uncomfortable. He far preferred when a mike could be incorporated into something he was wearing, maybe a belt buckle, or a fancy bolo tie; at least then he didn’t wind up with tacky adhesive all over his chest, or worse, inside his shorts.

There was a particular indignity to being forced to wear a wire down there, something he’d had to do on a couple of occasions when he needed to be able to strip to the waist without revealing anything incriminating. To make things worst, on both occasions the person responsible for getting him wired up had been Ryo, which had caused a different kind of problem to rear its head. Literally.

Ryo’s long fingers working away, getting the equipment in place, and Ryo’s hot breath against him, had been a delicious kind of torture, although removing the wire later had been excruciating and had resulted in several bald patches where the hair had gotten torn out by the roots. He shuddered at the memory. Thinking back on it made Dee glad that at least his chest was naturally smooth and hairless; wearing a wire must suck even more for the guys with hairy chests.

“We about done here?” he asked the tech guys impatiently. Why did they always have to spend so much time fiddling about? Couldn’t they have made all the adjustments before sticking the damned wire to his bod? He just wanted to fasten his shirt and get out there; the worst part of any undercover gig was the preparation, all the waiting around made him nervous.

“Almost; you don’t want this falling off, or worse, shorting out.”

That was true enough; losing the connection to his backup would be bad, and potentially very dangerous.

“Fine, just hurry it up, will ya?”

“I’m going as fast as I can; this equipment is very sensitive.”

“Yeah? Well so am I.” He was probably going to have a rash from the adhesive by the time this was over. Why’d he even agreed to go undercover again? He’d sworn last time, never again, and yet here he was…

Oh yeah, the extra pay, that was why; some of the kids in Mother’s care needed new shoes and they were so damned expensive. Well, this gig should only last three or four days, tops; he could put up with being wired for sound for that long when it was for a good cause. Things worked out the way everyone hoped, they’d get another vicious scumbag off the streets into the bargain.

“Okay, you’re done.” The tech straightened up.

“Finally!” Dee buttoned his shirt and tucked the tails in, reached for his jacket and slipped it on, checked his appearance in the mirror and smirked, seeing how good he looked. He was ready to go to work. Dee Laytner, fashion icon; no way he wouldn’t draw attention dressed like this. His mark would never realise he was talking to a cop.


The End