Title: The DeRo Virus
Summary: Deniz and Roman’s sex tape goes viral (I don't know where I get these ideas…). Crack.
Characters: Deniz, Roman, Vanessa, Bulle
Rating: MA (language, mentions of sex)
Warnings: sexual voyeurism.
Word count: 1159 words.
Disclaimer: RTL owns it all.


Deniz was swamped. All morning he had been chained to his desk, no closer to finishing the mountain of paperwork brought about by Axel’s recent machinations, and so it was with desperate relief that he reacted when Brigitte popped her head around the door.

"Brigitte, hey!"

"Hey Deniz." She smiled tightly and handed him a manila folder, but didn’t make eye contact. Deniz looked at her in bewilderment; usually she was so bubbly and friendly. "Everything ok?"
Brigitte stared at him for a moment then took a step back, blushing deeply. "Everything’s great," she said quickly, and fled in a cloud of ginger curls.

Deniz watched her go, his brow creased in confusion, but he had too much to do so he shook his head and turned back to his computer.

Vanessa was the next to bustle in, her features carefully schooled into a bland expression that didn't fool him for a moment. "Hey, what’s going on?" he asked.

Vanessa studied him closely and grimaced. "You don't know, do you?" She sighed, coming around to his side of the desk.

Deniz stared at her. "Know what? Did something happen? Why is everyone being so weird today?"

Vanessa looked Deniz in the eye. "Your sex tape ended up on the net," she said bluntly.

Deniz scoffed. "Yeah, whatever."

"Deniz, it made it into the newspapers too." Deniz gawped at her, still incredulous. Grimly, she nudged his hand away from the mouse and clicked on the Web Explorer icon, and began typing into Google.

"Male function skater sex?" Deniz asked, his voice rising an octave. "This isn't very funny Vanessa." Vanessa looked at him out if the corner of her eye, and his face fell. A video opened on the computer, the screenshot showing full, round buttocks splayed across the monitor, and Deniz almost jumped out of his seat in agitation. He would know the curve of Roman's arse anywhere.

"Ohmigod, what the fuck?! How the fuck did that get on there? Who the hell...?"

Vanessa reached out to pat Deniz’s shoulder, but he drew away from her, still livid. "Who the fuck would do this? I'll beat the shit out of them!"

"Deniz, calm down," Vanessa pleaded.

"Calm down?!" he screeched. "What about my job? It's not a good look, your father will kill me, oh fuck, oh fuck." He slumped back in his chair, head in his hands, muttering to himself.

Vanessa swiveled his chair around to face her, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Look, it didn't affect the Steinkamp brand directly. I mean, you and Roman are both involved with the Centre, but it's not like your wearing the Steinkamp logo while your..." she gestured at the computer. "Or wearing anything at all, really," she added, stifling the giggle that threatened to break free.

Deniz glared at her, and she hurriedly continued, hands held up in a gesture of peace. "Look, there are no grounds for dismissal; you haven’t breached your contract in any way, and it hasn't caused the brand any damage. The newspapers will latch onto something else soon enough.” Deniz watched her, unconvinced, and she carried on. “And they don't even mention you by name, or the Centre, it's just ‘ex male function model’ and ‘ex-skater.’ So it's ok."

"Okay? OKAY?!?" Deniz snapped at her. "It’s a sex video, and all my colleagues have seen it! And it'll completely ruin Roman’s reputation! You know how small the ice skating world is, no one will want to train with him after this. Bloody hell, these things follow u around Vanessa!"

"Ugh, spare me the pity party," Vanessa snapped back, her lip curling in annoyance. "You’re the ones that were stupid enough to record your sexy-times - now you'll just have to pay the consequences. And besides, people forget. My father’s sex tape is all but forgotten," she added, shuddering a little, and Deniz wrinkled his nose in distaste.

"Yeah okay, but how the hell did it get out?!"

"I don't know, who had access to it?" Vanessa leaned towards him conspiratorially. "It wasn't Florian again was it?”

Deniz suddenly sat bolt upright, staring at her in horror. "Oh my god!"

"What?!"

"It was on my laptop when I brought it to work that one time! It must have synced to the work system somehow."

Vanessa rolled her eyes.
Deniz turned to her, his face agonized. "What am I going to tell Roman?"

*

Deniz found Roman lying by the pool, shirtless and stretched out on a banana lounge, his nipples standing to attention on his chest, deliciously decadent as ever.

"Hey," Deniz said, kneeling down beside him, newspaper in hand, at a loss as to how to bring up the sex tape and the part he had played in the fiasco. Assuming his boyfriend hadn't already figured it out.

Roman opened his eyes and smiled up at him, pulling him down for a kiss. Deniz hesitated, feeling everyone’s eyes on them, watching, whispering, laughing, and Roman looked at him questioningly. He spotted the newspaper scrunched up in his tight grip and raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Looks like our amateur video has gone viral."

"You think it's funny?!"

"I think it's hot." He reached out and rubbed the side of his Deniz's neck, and Deniz jerked away.

Roman sighed and swung his legs around and sat up, his legs brushing against Deniz's thigh.
"Deniz, what else are we going to? Take out an injunction against the newspaper? The Internet? It's too late for that, the damage is done. Besides, we've got nothing to be ashamed of; we look good." Roman grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.

Deniz stared at him in disbelief. Roman was so highly-strung, at times so dramatic that he had expected at the very least a soap opera-grade hissy fit. "Man, our jobs..."

"It’s not a sackable offence-"

"My job is fine; it's your reputation I'm worried about."

Roman smiled grimly at him. "Doping didn't ruin my career, I hardly think a sex tape rates above that." He stroked Deniz's cheek. "Be strong baby, it'll blow over."

Slowly, reluctantly Deniz smiled and Roman leaned over and kissed him.

*

In a gaol cell in deepest Germany, Carsten Bullrich ground his teeth in frustration as the dial-up Internet connection slowly loaded a video. The grainy screen was frozen on a brunette's face, his eyes rolled back, his mouth slack, intense pleasure written across his features as another man thrust into him from behind, his dark blonde head just visible peeking over the other's shoulder.

Carsten tried desperately to hold out his orgasm, willing the video to continue, desperate to see them climax; but it was of no use. The screen remained frozen on Deniz's arching body as Roman plunged deep into him, and Carsten rubbed frantically at his cock, one last vicious squeeze enough to send him toppling over the edge, and he groaned long and desperate as his orgasm hit.