26-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 Four: The Taming

Leon was awakened by a smell. Almost, a heavenly aroma. It reminded him of Sunday mornings at his grandmother's house. Toast... eggs, and maple-cured bacon...

Blinking away one of the most restful sleeps he'd had in a very long time, Leon rolled to the edge of the bed, noticing that he now occupied it alone. He didn't bother throwing on his shirt as he followed his nose to those heavenly smells, strongly suspecting that where he'd find them, he'd find D. It seemed the man had been serious about that breakfast thing.

Leon did not have to go far. As he left the hallway and entered the room with the couch, chair and small table, D entered from another direction, carrying a tray. He was fully clothed in his customary fashion, the cheongsam in this case in colors of midnight blue, black, and silver with purple accents. His eyes widened in surprise upon seeing Leon, followed by a serene smile. He turned to place the tray on the table in front of the couch. "I hope you are feeling rested," he said politely.

"Yeah," Leon said, his eyes locked on the tray on food. He moved onto the sofa without much grace, taking in the veritable feast laid before him. A real, honest to god meal... how long had it been since he'd had one of those? This was miles above the little snacks the Count normally served him at 'tea', and he had to stop himself from drooling. Literally.

"This smells pretty good," he said, then raised one eyebrow at D. "There's not anything... funny in it, is there?"

D gave Leon a faintly reproachful look. "Nothing aside from the fact that it is a meal for a carnivorous animal," he said primly, but the comment lacked any bite at all. Setting plates out where they would be easier to get to - the tray *was* rather crowded - he set out a large plate with three eggs over easy, about eight slices of crisp bacon, the plate garnished attractively with fresh strawberries. Then there was a smaller plate with a stack of toast, little condiment holders with jam and marmalade, another plate of fruit including cantaloupe slices, grapes and apricots, as well as a plate of pancakes, a server for syrup, glass of orange juice, water, and a teapot with two cups.

The Count poured some tea into his cup and sat back on the couch to watch Leon eat.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Leon tore into a piece of toast to occupy himself while he considered where he was going to start on the meal. He looked up at D for a moment, and through his mouthful said, "You're not having any?" At the slight spray of toast crumbs, he recalled the last time he'd gone out to dinner with Jill, and remembered that he should swallow before speaking.

Once he'd cleared his mouth, he tried again. "You're not having any?"

Crinkles appeared at the corner of D's eyes and he covered his mouth by holding the teacup in front of it. "I'd rather watch you," he said simply. Something appeared in the air and Q-chan settled on his master's shoulder. The little creature eyed the fruit plate, then eyed Leon. His regard seemed faintly disapproving.

Leon shrugged his shoulders at D's comment in a 'suit yourself' manner, then pushed the fruit plate off to the side of his meal. Looking to the Count's little pet, Leon nodded towards the fruit, which he'd been looking to get rid of in a polite manner anyway. He didn't like all that 'extra stuff'.

"Consider these a down payment on the bushel," Leon said, then began to make his way through a stack of syrup soaked pancakes with astonishing speed, coming up for air every once in a while to ingest an entire strip of bacon in exactly two bites.

Q-chan stayed put at first, and D whispered something to the little rabbit-bat. Finally it flew over to the table and pulled a small bunch of grapes away, eating them at the far end of the table.

D sipped his tea and watched Leon consume his meal, his expression one of serene calm and some appreciation.

By the time Leon slowly eased away from the table and stretched his arms across the back of the sofa, he'd eaten just about everything offered him, save a slice of toast or two. He considered half a piece of bacon that he'd been unable to finish for a moment, contemplated leaning forward to grab it, then gave up, deeming it not worth the effort to move. He glanced at D with slightly narrowed eyes. "I wouldn't have thought you knew how to make this kind of stuff."

D shrugged slightly. "Then you underestimate me, Detective," he said, with a slight smile.

Leon 'humph-ed', then turned his head away. After a moment, he said quietly, "Thank you. It was good."

"Your are most welcome," D replied. A little silence followed. The silence was a bit of a reminder that, as normal as it might seem to be sitting here together, things had changed rather drastically in the last twenty four hours. It was broken momentarily by Q-chan, discarding the stem of the grapes and returning to D's shoulder.

The detective turned his head back to D, his expression serious. "I've got to go to the station." As an afterthought, he added, "What time is it?"

"Just past midnight," the Count answered. He watched Leon, appearing to be completely back behind his mask of cool serenity. "I take it whatever you need to do can not wait until tomorrow."

Leon thought about the question for a moment, a little surprised to find that it was so late. The station really could wait until tomorrow. His chief already knew what was going on. But Leon had somewhere else he wanted to go, and that would *not* wait. He rose from the sofa, regretting that he could not sit and simply digest any longer. "No, it can't," he said, and walked over to stand next to D's chair.

Looking up, the Count raised elegant brows in inquiry. "You are not going to the station," he stated.

Starting a bit, Leon looked down at the Count. "How did you..." He shook his head rather than continue, his surprise quickly fading. He'd suspected D could read his mind for a while now. "No, I'm going to pay Mr. Chin a visit. I'm sure he's awake."

Rising gracefully from the couch, D said simply, "I would like to accompany you."

Leon wanted to refuse, but knew there was very little he could do to keep the man from following him, from doing anything he wanted to do, in fact. "Call us a cab," he almost sighed, then brought his hand softly to the side of D's delicate face. "Is there anything you haven't told me... that I should know?" Leon's words were no more than a breath, and he wondered in that instant how something so rare and wonderful as the Count could exist in his world. And how lucky he was that it did.

D's face turned into Leon's touch, his eyelids dropping a little. With a small sigh, he said, "Many things, Leon. I can not anticipate everything you need to know." He looked up tentatively. "But I have never lied to you. And I never will do so."

For reasons Leon did not understand, D's words made him want to crush the other man to his chest, pull their two bodies together in an embrace that would not end. That would be the best place from which he could keep the Count safe.

It was as if D trusted him, and that surprised Leon. Not many people did, not even the people he worked with. Not really.

Bending slightly, Leon brought their mouths together as he wrapped his arms around D's waist, fitting the other man against his body.

D tilted his head up and fitted his body against the detective's, placing his hands against his broad chest, touching the bare skin lightly. He settled into Leon's arms easily as if he belonged there.

After a few moments, Leon pulled back a little, swallowing hard. "I need to get dressed. And we need to go." He let his hands travel through D's black silk hair before pulling completely away, then made his way back to the bedroom to retrieve the rest of his clothing.

D waited in the room for him to return, though when he did, the tray and dishes had disappeared. Standing up from where he'd been seated, the Count walked towards the entryway, waiting for Leon to join him. As they passed through the outer shop, it was very quiet. There were only a few lights here and there and D did not turn any more on, presumably to disturb the animals' sleep cycles as little as possible. The creatures did not make the same kind of noises they usually did when Leon passed through, perhaps because of the time of day. As they crossed the dark room to the stairs that led up to the street, Leon began to have the impression of quiet, sleepy voices just on the edge of his hearing.

Tilting his head to the side, the detective tried to listen more intently, completely unsure of what exactly he was hearing. Looking to D, and then to the shadowy cages crowding the walls, and then back to D, Leon asked, his voice on the edge of nervousness, "You just keep animals here, right?"

A slender hand clasped around his. "Just animals. Pets." There was a faint trace of humor in D's voice. "A question that seems reminiscent of our first meetings together."

He drew Leon to the door and out of it, locking it as before, with Q-chan riding his shoulder. At the top of the stairs a horn blew - the taxi.

The ride to Su Chin's was quiet, and Leon found himself searching through his pockets purely out of habit. He knew you weren't supposed to smoke in city cabs, but that hardly ever stopped him. When he'd found what he was looking for and placed a single slim cigarette in his mouth, Leon's stomach flipped, and he couldn't have lighted it had he wanted to. For unfathomable reasons, the thought of what he was about to do sickened him, and he jerked the offending item from his mouth, letting it fly out a small crack in his window.

The cab arrived in front of Su Chin's compound/home/garden, and Leon thought about asking the driver to wait for them. They'd never get a taxi back to the shop at this time of night, and his cell phone had somehow gotten away from him. He hadn't seen it since trying to call an ambulance for D, and unlike his gun, it was not something he'd taken the trouble to search for. That would make the third one he'd lost this year. It wasn't like he had to pay for them.

After paying the driver and getting him to agree to wait for them with a couple of twenties and a flash of his badge (Leon was convinced the money was the deciding factor in that little exchange), the detective exited the cab, offering D a hand.

Accepting the assistance though he did not appear to need it, D stepped out. The gate was the same as it had been on their first visit, a small light throwing a yellow circle on the walkway in front of it. The house looked dark and still, no lights showing to the outside.

If Leon expected D to use the intercom at the gate as he had done before, it did not happen. The Count tucked his hands inside his sleeves and stood to one side, clearing the way for Leon to perform his 'police business' routine.

Leon sized up the gate for a moment, then roughly pushed the intercom's button, irritated that he did not have a door to bang on. He waited impatiently for a response to his call.

There was no answer from the intercom. As Leon became more impatient, he realized that the gate was actually unlatched and open a few inches.

Moving his hand to the cold iron of the gate, Leon pushed it gently so that it swung open a few inches more, then pushed it again until the opening was wide enough to walk through. He didn't like being ignored, and though he met the situation with suspicion, he found it hard to control his anger.

Leon walked through the gate with purpose, assuming D would follow, and headed for the front door.

When he reached the front door, Leon realized that the portal was also unlatched, and also open a few inches, the entryway beyond dark. If there had been more light, he might have noticed some signs on the wide covered porch but in the deep shadow details were hidden.

D stayed close to him but always a little to one side and behind, as if making sure to allow Leon full range of action.

His suspicion turning to mild alarm, Leon drew his weapon and entered the house, slowly sliding his free hand along the wall by the door. When he'd found a light switch he tried it, but it appeared that the electricity was off. Moving further into the entryway, Leon called out, "Chin! Come out!"

There was no answer, but a slim hand touched his arm gently. D pressed something into Leon's free hand - a penlight.

Leon took hold of the light and shone it along the wall, its beam coming to rest on a closed door. He thought he recognized it as the same one that had been open before, the one he and D had had to pass to escape the house. He nodded towards it, not sure if the Count could see the action in the darkness, and in two steps, he was close enough to lay his hand on the knob, turning it open.

The door opened easily enough, giving access to the room beyond. The first thing Leon noticed was a smell... musky, pungent. It was familiar from his first visit that day to the Pet Shop, and from later in the garden and the basement room in this house.

Leon let the light travel around the room, searching. Deflated, he sighed and lowered his gun to his side. He'd had himself ready for a confrontation of *some* kind, and there was no one here. Turning back to D, he said, "Well, it looks like your little friend's here, at least."

At almost the moment he spoke, the beam of the penlight, still moving around the room, encountered something on the floor behind a chair. A pair of feet, attached to a prone body.

As Leon moved cautiously closer, his gun trained on the still figure, the light revealed the identity of the body. Su Chin. He lay as if he had fallen. His expression was twisted in a wild grimace of pain, but he was... very dead. The floor around him and parts of his clothing had a few odd singe marks but the cause of death wasn't hard to spot. His head was turned and there was a livid bite mark on his thick neck, the puncture seeming very familiar to Leon, their edges a darker purple of the same shade he'd seen before.

Putting his gun away, Leon stood over the body. "That lizard did this," he said, his voice barely making it a question, then he added, his eyes settling on the bite mark, "Is this what you meant by 'loyalty'?" referring to the Count's earlier explanation of the nature of his blood.

D stood to one side, his hands again tucked neatly in his sleeves, his expression dispassionate. "It seems Su Chin recovered his shipment after all."

Leon shook his head, shooting a glance around the dark room. "Shouldn't you retrieve that thing? Before it gets loose again?"

The Count regarded Leon steadily. "I must ask first, if I do so, will you feel compelled to act within your responsibilities as a policeman?"

"The warrant was cancelled," Leon began slowly, reasoning as he went, "And I think you know what you're doing." The detective did not want to outwardly admit that he trusted D, at least, a lot more than he ever had anyone else. "I have other responsibilities," he said, turning to shine the penlight on various pieces of uncomfortable furniture, "than those of a police officer."

The faintest of smiles curved D's lips. Bending down slightly, he held out his hand. "Ti-lung," he said softly. "Come... it's safe."

The creature appeared from the shadow at the edge of the dark room, beside a large potted plant. It quickly crossed the floor, avoiding Leon, and D gathered the mini-dragon in the crook of his arm, letting it crawl inside his sleeve. He petted it and murmured something that Leon didn't catch.

Then Leon heard a faint voice, something with a quality unlike any other he'd ever heard. It was a bit like the voice of a child, with deeper undertones. "The man hurt you," the voice said, its tone low but fierce.

At the sound, Leon drew his gun again and turned instinctively to the door. Nothing. He moved cautiously to the edges of the room, forcing the penlight's beam ahead of him, searching for whoever it was that lay hidden in the shadows. Again, he found nothing.

Confused, he moved back to D and Su Chin's body, still trying to determine the source of the odd voice.

The same voice, still faint and perhaps a little muffled, spoke again. "Your mate is foolish. There is nothing here."

"He is not foolish, he is cautious," D corrected softly, patting the creature hiding in his sleeve.

A little dumbfounded, Leon stared at the Count, trying desperately to put two and two together. Either D had taken to talking to his arm, or... or something very strange was going on with Leon's head. Hadn't D said something or other about his cure having some kind of effect on him?

"Did..." he started to ask, then stopped. If he didn't say it aloud, maybe it would go away.

"Leon, I suggest we leave," D said. "Then perhaps an anonymous tip to your station to check this address."

Leon nodded, trying to push the fact that he'd probably just heard a man and a lizard discussing his intelligence out of his mind. 'Anonymous tip'... The detective didn't see why it had to be anonymous, and didn't think that his chief would believe that he didn't have anything to do with it anyway, but if D wanted to stay out of it, then... Yes, Leon decided, he wanted to keep the Count as far out of this as possible.

"Let's get out of here," he said, and indicated the door with his gun, preparing to follow D outside.

The Count turned gracefully and made his way out of the room, through the short distance to the front door and out into the night air. He threw one look over his shoulder that seemed to carry a hint that he didn't feel too comfortable with Leon waving the gun around behind him, but simply waited for the other man on the walkway.

Oblivious to D's concern over his weapon handling skills, Leon stepped up behind the Count, pleasantly surprised to find the cab still waiting for them on the street beyond. He finally put the gun away, and, taking the other man gently by the arm, made for his taxi.

D permitted Leon to escort him, although there was a little unrest in the sleeve area and Leon smelled a small surge of that musky odor. Sitting in the cab, D acted as if he were simply out for a nice Sunday drive in the countryside, his eyes watching the city streets go by as if they contained a view.

"I should head home," Leon said from his side of the cab seat, and his voice revealed a portion of the regret he tried to hide. "After I take a look around your shop. To make sure everything's safe."

D glanced at Leon and looked out the window again, ducking behind the curtain of his hair. "Of course," he said softly. The little sigh was near inaudible and could have been Leon's imagination. As could the slight dimming of D's serene expression.

With a slight face of disapproval, Leon moved his hands into his pockets, giving a great show of being extremely put upon. "Of course, I could always stay on... just until we're sure this thing with Su Chin is settled. If you'd like."

A little curve appeared at the corner of D's mouth. "The gentleman in question is deceased," he mentioned. "I think it could be considered settled." The cab stopped and D got out without waiting for Leon to precede him. He stood on the sidewalk while the detective paid the fare.

Joining D, Leon frowned at the man. "I meant the investigation," he said, then sighed, letting his hands fall to his side. He obviously wasn't very good at the subtle approach. "Do you want me to stay or not?" he asked, irritated that he hadn't tried it that way to begin with.

Q-chan, who had been quiet and unobtrusive during the entire trip, decided to start flying around Leon's head and scolding him. He heard squeaks, but he also seemed to hear the squeaky voice saying, "Stupid! Stupid stupid stupid! Ruffian!"

D frowned and snapped a few words in Chinese to the little creature, who appeared to become very mildly annoyed with his owner at that point, flying off to perch on a lamp fixture next to the door at the bottom of the stairs.

Turning to Leon, D smiled, although he seemed a little sad. "Of course I would like you to stay. But you are not a pet... I have no right to keep you."

Rather than answer, Leon pulled D into a slow embrace, resting his chin on the other man's shoulder. When he spoke, his voice was rather miserable. "I need to lie down for a minute. I keep... hearing things. Animals keep telling me I'm stupid."

D reached up with his free hand (the one not holding Ti-lung), and brushed a few of Leon's yellow curls back. "You are not sick," he said reassuringly. "I will tell them to be quiet and not bother you. You can come in and lie down. But when you need to go... you must go."

Leon remained silent for a moment, then tightened his arms around the Count's waist. "Then I am hearing... I..." Leon wasn't sure what he'd started to say, and he released D from the embrace, walking to the front door of the pet shop.

Unlocking the door, the Count went inside, Q-chan ducking around him and flying past muttering (or squeaking) something that sounded like, "Stupid master, stupid man, bipeds..."

Bending down inside the door, D released the little lizard/dragon, murmuring, "There's a place in the back you might like. See if you can find it - I'll make you a proper nest in a little while."

The lizard looked at D and then his small eyes, which seemed to glow in the dark shop, fastened on Leon. After testing the air a few times with his tongue, he disappeared.

Straightening, D reached back and took Leon's hand, towing him through the outer shop and through the conversation room, down the hall, and into the bedroom. The candles were still shedding light there. Letting Leon's hand go, D turned to fuss with the covers which were tumbled as Leon had left them.

The detective watched D fixing the bed, and he didn't like the distance he could feel between them, the distance that had not been there when they'd last occupied this room. He wanted to make it go away, but did not know how.

Walking to where the Count stood, Leon stilled the man's efforts, then sat down on the edge of the bed. Without really thinking before he spoke (which was usually the way he went about it), he asked, "Are you glad he's dead?"

D's eyes widened and flew to Leon's. He was still for a moment and then he slowly shook his head. "No," he said softly. "Any more than I would be glad if he were still alive." He sighed, and then after a little struggle with himself, moved to Leon, sliding his arms around the man's shoulders as he moved up in between his knees. "He was destructive even as a young man. He liked to use sharp knives on humans and lick the blood off them." His voice sounded tired.

Leon moved his arms around D's waist, staring up into mismatched eyes before tugging him closer. Softly, his voice muffled by D's clothing, he spoke the one thing he'd hoped wasn't true. "He hurt you, didn't he?"

Fingers carding tenderly through Leon's blond curls, D didn't answer right away. "It was a long time ago," he said finally. "What he did hurt himself more than it..." he couldn't quite finish the sentence, it wasn't entirely true. "I think he was already mad, or going that way, but the poison finished the job, and I think it tormented him every day of his life."

"Good," Leon said, taking Su Chin's suffering as small consolation, but realized that it was better than nothing. Even though the man deserved... a lot worse.

He drew his face away from the Count's body, staring up into the other man's eyes once again. "Lie down with me," he said, more of a refutable statement than a question.

D nodded, letting the detective make the first move so he could fit himself beside the other man.

Leon wrapped his arms around D's waist, pulling the other's back against his chest, and dropped several soft kisses along that pale white neck, brushing black silk hair aside, the feel of it sliding over his fingers sending electricity down his spine.

D tilted his head down, offering more of his neck to Leon's attention. His arms slid over Leon's, hands twining fingers with the detective. He felt himself relaxing and recognized what an odd phenomena it was. Settling into Leon's presence, but facing away, his gaze paused on a flickering candle flame. When he heard his own voice in the quiet room, he listened to it, surprised.

"We don't cry, Leon," D murmured, his voice trembling a little. "We don't cry and we don't... love. I'm.... afraid...."

Against the skin of D's neck, Leon breathed, "I don't want you to cry," and he tightened his grip on the other man's hand, not ready to let it go any time soon. The next time he spoke, his words were a little awkward, but as honest and undiluted as his heart. "Don't... be afraid. Not while I'm here."

D turned in his arms, until they were face to face. His odd-colored eyes looked deeply into Leon's crystal blue ones. "Will you protect me, Leon? Will you protect me from myself?" he said softly, his eyes crinkling slightly. "With your gun and your intimidating presence..."

Resettling D against his body, Leon replied, in all seriousness, "Yes." Then he smiled and brought their mouths together as he closed his eyes, sure that this was where he wanted to be. Wanted to stay.

Even if it meant strange things were likely to happen to him on a daily basis, even if it meant animals were going to criticize him, even if it meant... everything would be different now. He didn't mind at all.

Leon saw D's eyes turn into smiling crescents for a moment before they kissed. The Count's arms sought to wind around his neck as D melted against him. It wasn't the sex, although that was certainly building a true hunger inside D. It wasn't the chemistry. But the emotions... he couldn't remember feeling emotions like these before, and was starting to be more and more certain that he never had. He was beginning to understand cryptic warnings that had been handed down among his scarce kind. After Chin, he'd thought he understood why humans were considered dangerous. Now he realized Chin had been no where near as dangerous to him as Leon was. He'd looked into an uncounted number of human hearts in his lifetime and judged them each dispassionately. But every glimpse he had of Leon's heart only seemed to blind him for a while.

Closing his eyes, he gave himself to Leon through his mouth, body, his arms anchoring him as if he were afraid of being swept away.

Leon deepened the kiss, rolling over, partially atop D, and he pushed his hands softly through silken hair before catching a handful, close to the scalp, which he used to gently pull D's head back a little, exposing his beautiful throat to Leon's demanding caresses. That he had the Count, the rarest and most precious of all the creatures in the pet shop, in his arms and for his own, did not cross Leon's mind at that moment, but settled into a back corner, waiting. In fact, he could only think of one thing just then, and that was to be as close as he could be to the Count.

"D," he breathed into the man's neck, then moved his hand to the collar of the odd... dress? that the Count wore, beginning to undo the top closure there. He'd watched D opening it, last time, so he thought he knew what he was doing this time.

D lay back, watching Leon steadily. His fingers did tend to entwine in the thick curls at Leon's neck, his tongue did touch his lower lip from time to time. As Leon began to peel the silk away, he saw that D had not put the silk camisole on like before. In fact the full skirt of the garment had adequately hidden the fact that he was not wearing the silk trousers underneath either. The dress over bare skin was actually quite risqué for D. He'd argued with himself over it when dressing but current happenings seemed to indicate he'd made the correct choice.

When Leon had the Count bare, letting the rich silk garment slip off the bed to the floor below, his hands traveled across D's chest and downwards to rest on a single slim hip. From there he made a swift trail to the other man's hardened flesh, curling his fingers possessively around the shaft, then stroking him with a rough tenderness, his eyes never leaving D's.

D's mouth opened in a soft gasp, his hands tightening on Leon's shoulders. His eyes lidded almost shyly, head turning to one side to let his hair cover half his face. His hips moved in answer to the touch of Leon's hand, rocking him into the fingers and palm curled around him. He kneaded the muscles at the back of Leon's neck, his actions becoming almost frantic.

The hands at his neck urging him ahead, Leon moved faster. He wanted to see that look of ecstasy, the one D had shown him the first time, to see the cool mask slip and fall away completely. His friction-filled caress continued to move the Count towards release as Leon brought his lips down on D's again, invading the other man's mouth in a heated kiss.

D whimpered softly into the kiss, sucking Leon's tongue hungrily into his mouth and teething on it. The whimper was repeated when their lips parted, D's arms holding Leon's neck close as his mouth traveled along Leon's jawline and down to his neck, licking and nibbling along the pulseline as if he were trying to devour the American in tiny portions. His body writhed and rocked under Leon, the movement of his hips becoming urgent. His teeth bit into Leon's shoulder, not enough to hurt really, but a couple of sharp points pierced the skin as D began to shudder and his body erupted wetly in Leon's grasp.

Leon let out a gasp at the feel of D's teeth on his shoulder, and he pushed the man back down to the fabric of the bed, kissing him hard enough to bruise as he felt something wet coat his hand. When D had stilled, Leon moved his lips down the man's soft neck and to his chest where he feasted greedily, slowly, on a rose-colored nipple, while his hands caressed various body parts, seeking.

After a few moments, he moved across to the other side of the Count's chest, and slowly, as slowly as he could manage, Leon slid a finger inside D, picking up a bit of the man's essence as he went.

From a boneless relaxation after his climax to a near-instant return of tension, D moaned and his hands beat against Leon's chest and shoulders. Panting, his hands moved down Leon's body and found a purchase below his belly, at first through the material of his jeans, then clawing at the snap and zipper. A soft half-whimper, half-growl vibrated the man's throat as he penetrated the clothing and captured Leon's intimate flesh. Long delicate fingers wrapped around his shaft as the other hand delved further, taking possession of the heavy sac beneath. His thumb massaged the ovals gently as his other hand slowly squeezed his prize, Leon's cock, with the same torturous pace the American was using on him.

A loud moan slipped out of Leon's mouth, against his will, and he moved forward to capture D's mouth in another kiss, even as he unhurriedly added another slick finger to the first. His hand thrust deeply, as deeply as it could go, and he found that his tongue copied the movement in D's mouth. The heat surrounding his body, both of their bodies, was too much, and he wanted to take his clothes off, but refused to move away.

D squirmed beneath him, hips thrusting up against his hand. His fingers began to milk and squeeze Leon's shaft, wanting something entirely different. D wanted the joining. He felt incredibly out of control, almost angry with Leon for holding out on him. Sucking Leon's thrusting tongue, he suddenly bit the other man. His odd-colored eyes flashed demandingly. Leaving Leon's erection unattended, he began pulling mindlessly at the jeans to get them off.

Leon jerked away, cursing, though he knew he may have deserved the treatment. He did not feel repentant, however, the look in D's eyes more than worth an injured tongue. Catching the waist of his jeans, he helped remove them, then coated his erection in the last of the fluid he could remove from D.

Before entering the man, he lay full atop him, pinning him to the bed. "You're kind of vicious, aren't you?" he asked, smiling, kissing the side of D's mouth, not making the mistake of letting the man at his tongue again.

Leon received a look for his trouble that was a combination of sulky and needy. "Now!" D demanded, his voice a low growl. "Now! Now!" His legs parted and wrapped around Leon's thighs, trying to draw him down.

Leon obliged, moving inside D in one slow thrust. His breath caught in his chest, his flesh surrounded by the Count's body, and he pulled part-way out, only to come crashing back in, taking the man with all the force he could find within himself. The bed shook, Leon's body shook, but he would not stop until he heard the Count cry out, the promise of that sound more exciting to him than anything, even making an arrest.

At the first entry of Leon into his body, D's hands fastened on his lover, settling on his solid shoulders, anchoring there. His back arched, presenting his body at an angle that made for even deeper penetration, his head flying back to splay his dark hair across the bed. In an instant he went from demanding to compliant, surrendering totally as Leon moved, lifting his body to each thrust. The friction between them built swiftly, soft little cries emerging from D's throat preceding the last one, the one which coincided with a wild shudder that rippled through his body, his inner muscles dancing around Leon's cock in spasms as he was shaken over the edge.

The tension in Leon's body finally erupted with one last thrust and he came, the direct cause of which the detective could not determine - either D's body or D's voice, both making every nerve in his body come alive. He collapsed a little afterwards, by no means crushing D, but letting the other man support a portion of his body weight.

Leon lay in this manner for a time, burying his face in the soft, warm spot behind one of D's ears.

D wiggled a little, settling a little more comfortably, one arm across Leon's back, the other against his chest. The solid body of the detective made a wonderful shelter to curl into. Easing little by little into lethargy, D's eyelids drooped, as his muscles relaxed. He had the oddest feeling in the back of his thoughts. Something about being owned, but it didn't seem to cause any of the reactions he would have expected.

Moving to the side a bit, Leon brought his arms around the slender form next to him, the feel of D's body curled against his own almost as good as being inside the man, maybe better. Especially when he was this tired. A small smile curved his lips as he kissed the hollow at the base of D's neck, and he asked, "Can I stay? Or do I have to... go."

D's hands tightened possessively. He pouted sleepily. "Be lucky if I ever let you go," he muttered, trying to pull Leon closer.

~owari~

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