24-Mar-2002
Pet Shop of Horrors: Blood
by bonnejeanne and cassiopeia
Title: Blood
Author: bonnejeanne (bonnejeanne@yahoo.com) and Cassiopeia (cassiopeia@gundamwing.net)
Archive: http://www.no-assumptions.com/gundamwing/
Category: yaoi, AU
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Series
WARNINGS: Lemon/Limey stuff, AU
Disclaimer: Pet Shop of Horrors characters and universe are the property of the copyright owners. Our stuff is ours. No money being made here.
As with all our fics, while our goal is to stay as in character as possible, any discrepancies are our mistakes.
Feedback: Any and all comments welcome, be they short or long.
NOTES: We started writing this based only on what we had seen in the anime. I hadn't done any research on the web and so was not aware of the information from the manga at all. Therefore this can be considered an Alternate Universe fic. It is kind of interesting that while I did not know anything about kami, some odd similarities showed up - they were entirely unintended. ^__^;;;;
Blood Part Two: Snare
Looking from Su Chin to D and back, Leon let out a curse. "I told Jill to..." he began, but stopped, suddenly worried for the woman's safety. "Who are you?" the detective demanded, trying to stand from the bench but failing, apparently a lot weaker than he'd thought.
The man ignored Leon. "A man who has discovered trespassers in his garden. Even in this liberal backwater, such a thing as self defense provides an adequate excuse. You, however," he growled, finally flickering a look at Leon, "Complicate things."
"Please, there is no need to involve the Detective," Count D said with dignity. As he did so, he reached down, dropping the little creature in his lap to the ground where it quickly disappeared in the foliage.
From his position on the bench, Leon's temper flared. "What do you think you're doing?" he spat at Su Chin. "This is an official police investigation! You'd be a lot better off if you just backed off." Leon felt that if he'd been able to stand up, maybe flash his badge for emphasis, things would be going better for them, but then again, Su Chin, or whoever he was, already knew that he was a police officer. And didn't seem to care.
Again ignoring the blustering American, Chin answered Count D. "I did not involve him. It appears you did. Too bad. He was supposed to serve his damned warrant. Find you, possibly call the ambulance. Report to his Chief. I would then be informed that you were paralyzed as I had planned, and the rest would be easy enough to finish. How the hell you are walking around..." He shook his head, sneering slightly. "However it doesn't matter, as things have worked out adequately anyway. All I need is a little time to figure out how to dispose of the incompetent and all will be finished." He took a step forward, his eyes roaming over D in a way that made Leon feel very uneasy. "Perhaps even better than before. Gods... you haven't aged a day."
D bowed his head, letting his hair cover his face as if shielding himself. "I do not understand what you mean," he replied. "I do not know you. Perhaps you were acquainted with my grandfather. I am told the family resemblance is remarkable."
Leon rose from the bench with a sudden burst of angry energy. "Incompetent?!" he exclaimed, but before he could continue, fell back down in his seat, his head swimming. He wanted to move forward off the bench, draw his gun, and arrest Su Chin. He wanted to go lie down somewhere until he felt like he had control of his body again. And he wanted to personally remove both of Su Chin's eyes to keep him from ever looking at the Count like that again. The detective felt helpless and resented it. Greatly.
Leon's sudden act almost cost him his life as Su Chin swung the gun towards him. As he fell back, D stretched an arm out in front of him, covering him with one shoulder. "Be still, Leon," he said urgently. The Chinese man who was about to shoot him laughed shortly. He jerked the gun slightly. "Both of you - up. Inside. Until I can figure out how to deal with his presence."
For once in his life, Leon took a friendly piece of advice and froze. Then, at Su Chin's command, he tried to stand up, but found it quite impossible. "I, ah..." he struggled to admit that he needed help, looking back and forth as he spoke.
Su Chin laughed again. "Too many beers on your lunch hour?" he remarked. Then he snapped an order in Chinese back over his shoulder. At once, two young men, who looked like they could be gang-types, appeared from the house. They grabbed Leon and dragged him through the garden, with Su Chin pushing D along behind. Through the house, down some stairs, a few twists and turns and into a room where the door was slammed and locked behind the two.
Using more strength than he appeared to have, D helped Leon get up from the floor where he was dumped, and onto a four poster bed that occupied a lot of the room. It was fitted out as a spare bedroom or guest room. Once Leon was on the bed, D sat beside him, his expression one of open sorrow. "I am so very sorry, Detective," he said.
Shaking his head a little, Leon tried to sit up a little higher in the bed, failed, and settled for crossing his arms across his chest, finding even that small action draining. He was getting cold.
Brushing off the apology, the detective sighed and asked as casually as possible, "You know that guy?"
D sighed and ignored the question. His fingers slid around Leon's wrist, testing his pulse. "We can talk in a few minutes," he said. "Best not to wait any longer. Your body is reacting much more severely than I expected. Please, just be still. I am truly sorry for this but it is for the best, I promise you." Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Leon's mouth.
Leon gasped at the sudden action, unprepared as he was, and tried to remind himself that this was necessary, not for pleasure, that he didn't enjoy it on any other level than the fact that it was a life-saving measure. A voice in his mind that sounded suspiciously like Jill's spoke up, and he was reminded that he was seldom able to fool anyone. 'Aw fuck it,' he thought, and began to return D's kiss, softly at first, but then harder and faster, the swirl in his head making it easy not to think too much about what he was doing.
A pair of slender arms moved around his neck and the Count's mouth opened wider, allowing him to enter, in fact coaxing him to. The kiss prolonged, moving back and forth from one to the other easily, sometimes with D exploring his mouth, sometimes with Leon invading the Count's. The taste was so good... his body felt better in a few seconds, but the longer the kiss lasted, the better he felt. He wasn't cold any more, He was warm, but it wasn't the sickly feverish warmth, rather something from deep inside, as if his body were stoking to a higher requirement. He felt as if he were getting stronger.
As his mind began to clear, the detective found that he still didn't want to stop the embrace, even though he could no longer blame his behavior on the cloud fogging his head. He pulled the Count to him roughly, using a bit of his new found strength, and wrapped the man in an insistent embrace, breaking their lips apart so he could kiss D's neck, letting strands of his black silk hair come between them, the exotic feel causing his pulse to race.
The arms around his neck loosened only reluctantly. D sighed, unable to keep himself from stretching his neck a little under the delicious caress. Then he pushed gently at Leon's shoulders. "Leon... we do need to talk..."
At first, Leon did not hear Count D's words. He could only feel that black silk hair, the blood being pushed noisily through his body, the soft neck beneath his lips. Then it became clear that he was being pushed away, and he blinked in confusion, the other man in his arms suddenly seeming strange, foreign. "Talk," he repeated, voice still a little hazy, and then moved quickly from the bed, fairly dumping D on the mattress.
Leon paced to the other side of the room, studying the paneled walls, and began digging in his pockets for another cigarette. "You know that guy?" he restated his question from earlier, finally finding the item he'd been looking for. And of course, no lighter.
D sat up, brushing his hair with one graceful hand. A slight smile appeared on his face. "Poor Detective," he said. "This is new to you, isn't it?"
Tossing the useless cigarette on the floor, Leon stared back at the Count. "New? This? Poisonous dragons, crazy Chinese military officials, held hostage in a bedroom? Yeah, I'd say it's pretty new. But nothing I can't handle." With that, he turned away, moving rapidly towards the room's door to see if he could figure out a way to get it open. Fast.
Leaning back on his elbows, the Count's smile curved a tiny bit more. "No. I meant attraction to someone of the same gender. However, it can wait I suppose. For a little while."
Rather than answer, Leon began to loudly rattle the door. He'd really never been any good at picking locks, and in a final act of defiance, he banged his head against the wood. Anger seeped into his voice as he asked again, "So you know that guy or what? He sure as hell seems to know you."
D sighed. "Yes, he believes he does." Sitting up, he smoothed a wrinkle out of his robe. "I suppose I should tell you the whole story. But you don't seem to be in much of a mood for it. May I suggest you stop banging the door and drawing attention to this room? Q-chan will not be able to slip in unnoticed if you continue to make such a dreadful racket."
Leon let out a laugh that ended in a drawn out sigh. "The whole story... that would be a change of pace, wouldn't it?" The detective moved away from the door as requested, and came to sit on the edge of the bed again, as far away from D as possible. "Your little pet's on his way, huh? Well, at least he's good for something."
"You wound me, Detective," Count D said, looking anything but upset. "I have told you many stories in the time we have known each other. Many things you would not have been able to learn on your own."
"Oh yeah, lots of useful stuff. About mermaids, lizards that turn people to stone... all kinds of things I could put on file at the station." Leon snorted and shook his head. "How about telling me a true story for a change?"
D glanced at Leon through the partial veil of his silken hair. "Everything I have ever told you has been true," he said mildly. "Most of it I have seen with my own eyes... but then perhaps my eyes see different things than yours after all."
The detective sighed, knowing that if he wanted to hear the story, he had to make nice nice. And not liking the idea that he might have offended the Count. "Fine. Tell me... what your eyes have seen. I want to hear."
"Many things, Detective. Many things," D replied, watching the blond American. He sighed. "That man believes I am someone he knew in his youth. He was once stationed in Singapore, I mentioned to you. He was also once stationed in a remote area of his homeland. A sleepy village with few remarkable features. There he met another young man, or so he thought. His new acquaintance had a talent for taking care of animals, usually wild creatures. They may have had some encounters with one another. Something unfortunate occurred. In his youth, Chin Su was really no more kindly than he is now, I suspect. The acquaintance... was forced to flee. Perhaps that is why Chin seems to carry a grudge."
Leon turned on the bed slightly to look at D. "Unfortunate? Like what? Something bad enough to make him run off... all the way here? To America?"
Turning his head away slightly, D said, "Perhaps. Perhaps it is that it was only one among other unfortunate things that might have happened to that man. America is known as a good place for starting over."
Sighing in frustration, Leon thought the Count's words over. "So your grandfather... we are talking about your grandfather? He came here running away from something. From Su Chin?"
"It would be rude of me to discuss my grandfather in such a way, Detective," D said coolly. "However... it is possible that Su Chin detects our family resemblance. As I mentioned to him, I have been told it is remarkable. Perhaps even uncanny."
Leon stared a little closer at D's face for a moment before replying. "I bet. Your grandfather must have been... pretty attractive." As he finished speaking, the detective turned his head away and continued quickly. "You don't have any matches on you, do you?"
D slid a secretive look at Leon upon the compliment to his grandfather. Secretive but pleased. Then he shook his head. "Alas, no, Detective."
Sighing, Leon shook his head. "No, I didn't think so. Well," he said loudly, "I thought you said your pet was on the way to break us out. It's about lunch time, isn't it?"
Tilting his head, D smiled. "Of course - you must be hungry. I'm certain it takes a great deal of fuel to nourish such a healthy body." He rose from the bed and paced over to the door. Placing his hands on it, he leaned close as if to listen. "If Q-chan succeeds I think you will need to reward him with a pint of strawberries."
"If he gets us out of here, he can have a whole goddamn bushel. And he'd better hurry. I don't think we want to find out what happens once Su Chin figures out what to do about me." Leon paused before finishing on a softer note. "Or you."
The Count did not reply to this remark. He appeared to be listening to the door or the hallway outside.
Suddenly Leon also heard some soft scratching noises.
The doorknob moved, as if someone were trying it. Then more scratching. After a short time, a very soft squeak could be heard.
The Count frowned. "The key was not left in the lock. And the lock is old and stiff. It could be a problem."
"Crap," Leon cursed and sprang from the bed, immediately regretting the rapid movement. He swayed for a moment then found that he was okay, moving to the door. "We could just beat it open... break one of the posts off of that bed and knock it down." He realized the suggestion was ludicrous, but he really couldn't stand to be in one place for so long. Especially without food or nicotine.
D placed a restraining hand on Leon's shoulder. "Wait. There may be another possibility." His delicately sculpted nose flared ever so slightly. Suddenly Leon detected the musky odor he'd detected in the shop, and then again in the garden.
The Count placed his fingertips against the door, then turned and quickly pushed Leon back several feet from it.
Startled by the action, Leon nearly lost his balance but recovered with a few strokes of his arms. "What the hell," he began but stopped, too intent on the Count's actions.
The odor seemed to become stronger. Then suddenly the brass of the door knob and plate began to glow red as if hot. There was a sizzle and a pop, and the door burst inwards as if pushed by a giant's hand or a small, silent explosion. A puff of warm, acrid air followed it immediately. There was a bit of a haze in the air, and for a moment Leon though he saw the figure of a slim young boy with wild red hair and snapping black eyes. Then the image dissolved and something much smaller darted into the room - the little lizard/dragon creature they'd found in the garden. A second later, Q-chan darted in and flew to D's shoulder with a soft, agitated cry.
Leon stared in disbelief for a moment at the scene, by no means the strangest thing he'd ever seen (where the Count was involved, anyway), but quite possibly the most welcome. He smiled then broke into a grin. "Pint of strawberries for you," he said, nodding at Q-chan, "Dozen eggs for him," he continued, nodding at the little dragon thing. Then he looked to D, and wanted to add in a reward for the Count, but couldn't think of anything he felt comfortable saying aloud. "Let's get the hell out of here," he finally said in a remarkably quiet tone.
D was hastily bending to scoop up the mini-dragon in one arm, his own expression reflecting the need for all haste. Moving more quickly than Leon had ever seen him, he left the room, leading the way down a dark hall that ended in a set of stairs going up. He put a finger to his lips almost unnecessarily as they climbed the steps to the main floor of the house.
Voices could be heard beyond the top of the stairs, not too close but not very far off at all.
Following close behind D, Leon stopped the man for a moment, whispering softly in his ear, "Do you know where you're going?"
A pair of odd colored eyes flashed at Leon and then a quick nod followed. Taking the last step, D turned sharply to the left. That was the direction of the voices but also the direction of the front door, their only real way out, since the back was well fenced. He moved quickly and near silently, stopping before he passed an open doorway that led into a front room or parlor. That was where the voices were, Su Chin's, and several others, apparently arguing in Chinese.
The door was plainly visible from where D stopped, and the open doorway would have to be passed to get to it.
Leon took in the situation and cursed under his breath. He figured maybe one of them could get out without being seen, but both? He wasn't so sure, especially since one of them was hauling along two passengers. Maybe a diversion of some sort was in order.
The detective nodded towards the voices and then indicated the small lizard, hoping D was understanding what he meant. The best diversionary tactic he could think of was to shoot through the ceiling, but he didn't have his gun, so maybe this would work instead.
D cocked his head to one side but did not appear to get the message. His slender hand, the one unoccupied with holding the lizard/dragon, closed on Leon's shoulder and he gave the larger man a distinct push to go. It was a strong enough push that Leon didn't really have a chance to refuse.
Once he'd been pushed, Leon made for the door quickly, cursing the Count as he went. Of course D should have been the one to go first, but it was too late now. His hatred of Chinese who wouldn't let him do his job was growing, and he planned on letting D know it once they were outside.
The detective managed to make it to the door undetected, but he paused before opening it and turned back to the Count, waiting.
D darted quickly but luck did not stay with them and an exclamation was heard from the room beyond the open doorway, followed by other voices and abrupt movement.
Leon cursed again, this time quite loudly, and surged forward to grab the Count's arm, pulling them both through front door to the outside, the commotion behind them pressing against their backs. He immediately began to run for the front gate, still pulling the Count after him.
There were five steps going down from the open front door to the walkway, and, perhaps unbalanced by Leon's pull, D stumbled on the last one, bending to recover and not to lose his small passenger, Q-chan having taken to the air. It allowed just enough time for the doorway to be filled with jostling pursuers, several of which (the streetgang looking types) pulled weapons out. Making his feet, Count D ran to catch up with Leon and make the gate. To get it open, Leon had to press a button inside which he'd spotted as he was making it there. The gate began to open, allowing him to squeeze through as soon as there was enough room. D was right behind him.
Then shots were fired.
Stumbling a second time, D dropped the little creature, which darted off and disappeared. Looking up, D reached out a hand, his expression suddenly quite stiff.
The detective did not have time to hesitate. In his line of work, hesitation was death. Knowing this and knowing it quite well, he still couldn't stop himself from turning at the sound of the gunshots.
He saw D behind him, reaching up as if for a hand. Q-chan shrieked and darted back towards the house, diving into the faces of the men in the doorway.
Leon bent to help the other man up. "You okay?" he asked, flinching a little at Q-chan's shrill cries. The little thing was brave, he had to give it that.
The hand in his closed with a tighter grip than he expected. Burgundy lips pressed together in a line, D did not answer, simply pulled himself up and urged Leon with his body to move away from the danger and quickly. His hand did not let go of Leon's, continuing to hold it tightly.
There actually were a couple more shots fired in their direction, but Su Chin's bellow could be heard and the weapons were put away and the door shut, almost slamming on Q-chan, who flew away and back to where the two were making their way down the street.
Still continuing to pull the Count along behind him well after it was necessary, Leon moved to flag a taxi to take them to the station. Attempting to get a cab at lunch time a ridiculous practice, the detective spotted a well-dressed man about to step into one of his own, and made for that direction.
He flashed his police badge in the man's face, knocking him aside. "Sorry," he said without much sincerity, helping D into the cab first, then climbing in after him. "I need this," Leon continued to explain to the man, then slammed the door, blocking out a string of indignities.
Once the two were settled inside and heading for the police station, Leon kept his voice level as he asked, "What the hell was that?"
The Count's expression was remarkably still, his odd colored eyes turned inward. "What was what, Detective?"
"Back at the door. I don't need your 'assistance'. That's my job, remember?" Leon scowled, remembering something, and instructed the cab driver to make a detour by the pet shop so he could pick up his gun on the way to the station.
D's eyes flickered at that and he seemed to relax a little. "Ah. I see. I apologize," he said softly.
Leon relaxed a little as well, the physical exertion of escaping from Su Chin and his men starting to catch up with him. "Any idea why they didn't follow us?" he asked, watching the street whiz past his window as he contemplated the question himself.
"That would make it more difficult to deny the entire incident occurred," D replied, petting Q-chan who had settled in his lap.
The detective nodded, thinking that sounded right. The cab pulled up in front of the pet shop, and Leon hopped out. "I'll be right back," he muttered, then turned back to the vehicle. "Is it locked?"
"Of course," D replied, emerging from the cab as well. He bent to say something to the driver in Chinese - which the driver was also. Then he shut the cab door and the vehicle took off as D walked towards the steps down to the main entrance.
Leon followed, annoyed and confused. "We're going to need that to get to the station... aren't we?"
"You can call another when you leave," D said, pulling a key from his sleeve and unlocking the door. "I'm afraid I am feeling a bit too fatigued to go with you this time, Detective."
"Now listen," Leon exclaimed, grabbing D by the shoulder. "You're involved in this and you're not going to weasel your way out of it! You're going to come with me down to the station and at least give a statement. Then you can rest!"
The Count winced at the rough grip. He reached up and attempted to pry Leon's hand off of his shoulder just about the time Leon realized that the smooth silk of his garment was marred with a torn furrow, something red seeping underneath. "Please remove your hand, Leon. I would not want you to get blood on it. A second exposure so soon, even topical, might be difficult to deal with."
Leon did not remove his hand immediately, but loosened his grip, and felt his stomach jump at the sight of the blood. "I guess the hospital's out, huh?" he said, and slowly placed one of D's arms around his neck. "Lean on me," he said, though is wasn't really an order, only a statement of necessity, and he began to help the man through the front door.
D turned his head, looking at the now much closer face next to his. For a moment his expression was unreadable, then a slight smile lightened his features. "Again you display your true nature as one of kindness," he murmured. "But please take me seriously - do not touch the blood."
Using Leon's offered assistance, he allowed the policeman to bring him inside, but did not close the front door all the way. Q-chan had already flown inside and was hovering around them, making little concerned noises. D pointed to the doorway at the back where he had taken Leon before. "A hospital is unnecessary," he said calmly. "It is what you would call a graze. Not serious."
Heading in the direction D had indicated, Leon felt a small bit of relief at the 'not serious' comment, but a larger amount of trepidation at the thought of the Count's wound. He really couldn't much stand the sight of blood.
In the small "kitchenette" area, D removed his arm from around Leon's neck, a small smile returning to his face as he did so. Reaching up, he began to unfasten the frogs at the neck and side of the cheongsam. Turning demurely away from Leon, he slipped the garment off his right arm, exposing the angry red furrow about four inches long and perhaps an eighth or a quarter of an inch deep. Turning on the water, he took some small cloth pads from a cabinet and began to carefully sponge the area. It was awkward, with his left hand but he seemed to be managing.
Leon watched D cleaning his own wound and felt his stomach flip flop and the blood draining from his head. Matters were not helped by the fact that the length of D's exposed skin was doing strange things to his body. Nevertheless, he moved forward unsteadily, reaching to take the cloth sponge from the Count... and caught sight of the wound, oozing a dark crimson color. The next thing Leon knew, it was dark, and he was on the floor, a sharp pain at the front of his head.
The Count was bending over him, dressed in a different robe, patting his forehead with a clean damp cloth. "Leon..." When he saw the man's eyes open, he shook his head slightly. "Some day perhaps you will explain to me how you do your work as a homicide detective..."
Blearily, Leon blinked, the cloth on his forehead extremely welcome. "It's not usually this bad," he began slowly, wondering if he should try to get up. "Today's just not been... my day."
D did not reply to this declaration. Instead he took Leon's hand. "Do you think you can make it to the divan? You'd be able to rest more comfortably there."
Leon thought the floor was *just* fine of a place to rest, but he figured the Count was right, and began to attempt to get up. It was difficult but not impossible, especially with D's help, and he soon found himself stretched out comfortably, though he was dizzy and felt his fever returning. "How long before I shake this stuff off?" he asked, greatly disliking not being able to rely on his body to work properly.
Returning after a brief absence, D placed a tray on the nearby table and poured hot liquid into a cup. "Drink," he said. Sitting on the edge of the table beside the tray, he watched Leon for a moment. His expression was serene enough but there seemed to be a troubling under the calm mask.
"I don't know how long," he said. "It depends on many things. There is even a chance, a small one, that you will never 'shake it off'. But whatever happens, I will do my best to make it as bearable as possible."
Leon took the hot cup in his hands, inhaling the familiar fragrant liquid before taking a slow sip. "I've been through worse," he finally said, not about to elaborate, and continued to drink until he'd finished off half of his cup. "I should call the station," he said into the drink, then added as an apparent afterthought, "And you should probably dose me again..."
A slender hand reached down and lifted his chin slightly to look into D's amused eyes. "Yes, I probably should," he agreed. "I did call your Chief. I informed him a very little about the events, and that you were not feeling well. He has agreed to give you the day off." Reaching down, he gave Leon's hand around the tea cup a little pat to urge him to drink the rest. "The warrant, incidentally has been cancelled."
A little surprised by D's words, Leon didn't know what to say. He knew 'thanks' probably would have worked, but that usually left a sour taste in his mouth. Instead, he finished off the tea in a couple of gulps, then set the cup back on D's tray. "Old Man's generous today," he commented, then added with thinly veiled apprehension, "Did he mention anything about Jill?"
D nodded. "It seems she had a headache and had to lie down for a while. She was relived to know you were all right for some reason."
Leon didn't comment, only nodded once as a frown turned down his lips. He moved further into the soft piece of furniture beneath him, and closed his eyes, the hot sting dissipating only after several moments. Through the throb in his head, he heard himself say something aloud that he probably should have only thought. "I'm not letting you out of my sight." Once he'd realized that D had heard what he'd said, he opened his eyes and tried to clarify. "You're not safe, with that Su Chin guy running around the city. You need police protection."
A cool hand stroked Leon's head gently. D's expression was no longer amused, now it seemed more concerned and the troubling had returned. "Thank you, Detective," he said quietly. Then he said, hesitating ever so slightly, "Do you find this... dosing... terribly objectionable?"
Turning his head to look at the Count, Leon opened his mouth to speak, but then shut it, barely stopping himself from replying 'no'. "It's necessary, right?" he said, the harsh edge he'd meant to give his voice not quite carrying through. "Unless I want to die or something."
A soft sigh escaped D's lips. Without answering, he bent down and kissed Leon. This kiss was as invasive as the first, and as warm as the second. Leon could feel his delicate fingers with their long nails sifting through his blond curls as their mouths and tongues mingled.
Leon didn't react at first, only let D kiss him, but he couldn't maintain that for more than two seconds, and as he felt his symptoms abate, fresh strength coursing through his body, he grew more aggressive, pulling the Count down to lie atop him on the divan. He let his hands run through that black silk hair, and pushed his tongue down that soft, yielding throat. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Leon realized that D's 'doses' had indeed become necessary, but in more than one way.
The body in his hands yielded easily, settling above him without much weight. He could feel a slight wince one time when he touched the now bandaged and covered bullet graze, but the response of the lips and tongue mingling with his did not withdraw or abate. It seemed to lead him deeper, allowing his aggressiveness and even encouraging him.
It was quite a long time before Leon found himself looking up at the creature perched above him, both of them breathing a bit more heavily. D regarded him with one gold and one amethyst eye, both beautiful. The burgundy color of his lips wasn't smudged or faded somehow, and a brief touch of tongue to lower lip resembled a small child seeking the last of a favored treat.
The detective moved a hand up to grasp the side of D's face, his thumb running across one of those dark lips, and he pulled the man back down to kiss him again, unable to stop himself. His body was reacting to the contact, and a voice inside that he seldom bothered to listen to told him he might want to stop this. Seeing no reason to upset the trend, he ignored the voice once again, and began moving his hands rapidly over the Count's body, trying to figure a way inside of the strange garment he wore.
He could feel the curve of those dark lips into a smile as he proceeded. D allowed this to go on for a while, then lifted his head, looking down at him again. Before he could be pulled down a second time, D said, "You want more..." The question in it was ever so faint, but present. "The divan is very narrow... there is a more comfortable place..."
Leon didn't answer the question, only pulled the other into one more savage kiss before moving them both off of the divan. "Where," he said, breathless, and contemplated finding out if he was strong enough to carry D to their destination. He needed to get there. Now.
A nod of the head indicated another doorway, this one covered with a token beaded curtain. "Down that hallway, a door at the end..."
Without waiting for further instruction, Leon grabbed D, only vaguely aware that he should avoid the man's wound, and hauled him down the hallway, through the curtain and into what appeared to be a bedroom. Not that it mattered, it could have been the goddamn kitchen for all he cared. As soon as an available surface presented itself, this time, very conveniently a large bed, Leon pushed D firmly down upon it, following him shortly.
TBC