Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner

JD: Phew... Welcome to part 2. Sorry to cut you guys off like that... And I\'m sorry if it feels weird to you (it sure as hell does to me, at least) but I couldn\'t find a good spot to stop and restart the damn thing... Oh well. I just hope ya\'ll haven\'t been too impatient with me *fidgets*


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D shivered again as Leon’s tongue continued to travel upward, reaching the crevice of his thigh, then quickly withdrew again. He could hear the man licking his lips, and nearly felt the hungry gaze that was sweeping over his naked body.

“As if you didn’t taste good already… fuck.” Leon’s voice had gotten much
deeper, gravely, filled with lust and want. It made D’s heart jump.

A covering of body heat hovered over the Count’s chest and stomach, and he felt a soft kiss delivered to his ear, “Hey, roll over for me, would ya?”

D forced his new blush away, and gave a gentle nod before carefully squirming onto his stomach, resting his head on his folded arms. He felt a soft hand cupping over his hip, urging his buttocks up. He obeyed Leon’s silent instruction, and soon felt two of his pillows placed below his pelvis.

“Fucking Christ…” Leon whispered again, both hands stroking over D’s bared backside. The touches made D tremble a bit, his thighs opening just a little to give Leon more room to work. Rough fingers made their way between his cheeks, the tips stroking briefly over his entrance, then retreating to sooth over his fuller skin. They repeated the gesture several times over, each pass over his anus growing longer and more insistent.

The strange, awkward feeling was disappearing into a craving for more.

“Leon…” D breathed against his bare arms, subconsciously nudging his hips a little further upwards, exposing more of himself to the Detective’s view. He felt a heated flush spread over his cheeks, but this was no longer from embarrassment. Strangely enough, he did not feel ashamed of his wanton display; his dignity seemed eons away.

It all came rushing back in a mere instant when he felt a cool, moistened finger gently probe at his entrance.

It wasn’t as though he were a complete dolt. He knew that this was where he and Leon’s… activities… would eventually lead. But going through the motions in his mind, and actually feeling the act happen to his person were two totally separate things.

He was caught between his own personal shock, trying to slow his heart down, and the mild curiosity as to how Leon was so well versed in this. Perhaps he’d ask him later.

At the moment, a liberally lubricated fingertip had managed to push past that ring of tight muscle, and was resting comfortably there. D tried to relax, not to squirm at the odd feeling intrusion, grateful when Leon’s calloused palm slid reassuringly over his left buttock.

“You okay?”

D inhaled a shaking breath, “I am fine, Keiji-san.”

“You sure?” Leon asked, a little more forcefully this time. D sure as Hell
didn’t seem ‘fine’ to him. The Count released what little air he had managed to take in, and chided his muscles for not relaxing on command.

“Completely sure, Leon. It is just… strange.”

The Detective snorted, but didn’t probe any deeper, “Yea, listen to you. Mighty Monarch of the freak-a-pets. Haven’t you ever done it with another guy?”

D’s body tightened even further, and Leon watched in astonishment as his
breathing stopped completely.

“D?”

“A… and if I were to say, no, I have not?”

Leon relaxed a little, and let out another soft snort, “I’d say I was either
shocked as all fuck, or that you’re lying. No offense.”

He could almost hear the Count rolling his eyes, “None taken.”

“So you’re sure about this then? Do you know what I’m doing?”

The look D managed to give Leon, even though it was sideways and the American only saw a small sliver of a glittering gold eye, could have set cities ablaze.

“Okay, okay. Point taken. We’ll take it as slow as ya want though, ok?”

“I would much appreciate that, Keiji-san…” D released the sentence on an exhale, making it sound heated, reflecting what he felt inside still. It made Leon grin.

The preparation was unhurried, just as Leon had promised, leaving no pain whatsoever. D was thrilled when he noticed the frightening feel of intrusion passed, leaving him with nothing but a lazy pleasure as his Detective’s fingers massaged the inside of his passage.

It wasn’t long before the Count was releasing soft, breathy moans with each in-thrust of Leon’s fingers. The time it took to get D to relax had managed to ease back the blonde’s arousal, but as each little sound escaped, he found his blood beginning to boil all over again. His cock found hardness once more, and shifting position onto his knees, Leon gently thrust it over the soft swell of D’s backside, teasing himself further.

“Mmmm… Keiji-san…” D hummed as he felt the hardened flesh slide over his own skin. Leon’s cock felt incredible, rubbing against him, so close to that point of warmth and comfort. He felt a tiny thrill begin to swirl in his belly, as the thoughts of that heated length stroking his inside as the fingers had, entered his mind.

The heave of excitement caused a deep, throaty wail to rumble in the back of his throat. Leon closed his eyes tightly, feeling a surge in his cock as it firmed fully, and bit into his lower lip as his own moan was voiced.

His pushed his fingers faster into the Count, hearing no complaints or sensing no sign of discomfort as the muscle loosened even further around them. Soon, he could spread his digits even wider, opening D’s passage on the back stroke. With a fumbling, desperate empty hand, he scooped up a liberal amount of the massage cream, and spread it over his aching cock.

Able to take in the sights and delicious sounds no longer, Leon removed his fingers from D’s anus, and quickly juggled the man’s hips into a more
comfortable position.

D, in turn, hoisted himself up onto his elbows, and spread his legs a little
further apart. He held his breath as he felt strong hands spread his cheeks, and the head of a rather large, enflamed cock nudged against him.

His hands fisted the soft bedding, and he tried to breath. Leon wasn’t having much luck, either.

Frantically, he tried to keep his hands from bruising that beautiful white skin as the swells of sensation rode along his spine. Even with all the preparation, D was still impossibly tight, and so fucking hot inside. It made his nerves feel raw and open as that unyielding channel pulled him in even further.

“Sweet… Jesus… Fuck!” Leon panted against the back of D’s neck, as he was fully seated within the Count’s body. His arms wrapped around the slighter man’s torso, holding onto him tightly as they each gasped for breath, waiting for their bodies to become accustom to this incredible feeling.

Carefully, as though he feared shattering the body below him, Leon arched his hips back, allowing himself to slide out a few millimeters. D shivered, and tried to push that cock back inside of himself, but Leon refused to let him move.

“Shhh. Take it slow, huh? That’s what you wanted, right?”

The Count whimpered, and let his head drop. Leon kissed his shoulder, and just as slowly, pressed himself back in.

Each time Leon moved, the stroke grew in length, pushed a little harder into the willing flesh. The two lovers’ lower bodies rolled together, moving around one another in a slithering fashion. D sighed in ecstasy as Leon pulled against his waist, situating him onto the man’s lap.

The Count squirmed to make himself more comfortable, and cried out suddenly as Leon’s cock probed deeper than it had before, and struck something inside himself that made the world spin with shocking color.

Leon grunted against D’s throat as the passage constricted around him, squeezing his cock tightly. Mindlessly, he bucked his hips up further into it, making D’s startled yelp carry on into a continuous wail.

D wrapped an arm around the back of Leon’s head, and braced his knees on the bed. With a spark of adrenaline feeding his desire, he pushed himself up, and quickly forced himself back down. He impaled himself over and over, his speed increasing with his airy moans and helpless whines as he rode his Detective as fast and hard as his position would allow.

Leon howled, his strong hands gripping D’s narrow hips, helping to lift him up and slam him back down over his raging shaft. White teeth bit into even whiter skin, marking it with red welts across D’s neck and shoulder. The Count gasped each time Leon’s teeth sunk into him, and felt himself pushed higher.

Suddenly, he found himself back on his hands and knees, Leon’s hips pistoning against his own. Their flesh smacked together, ringing out into the otherwise silent night. A strong hand rounded his flank, scratched across his hip, pinching and groping mindlessly at him. It pulled back, only to fly forward at a startling speed, the palm cracking against the Count’s fleshy backside.

“Leon!” D squealed, chagrin adding extra color to his already flushed skin. He felt his fingernails finally cut into his expensive bedding, but was unable to focus on it as Leon’s hand struck him again, gentler this time, making the first spank sting a little more.

The Detective slowed his thrusts, letting his hand soothe over the tender skin, admiring the way it glowed under the dim lamp light. He felt a minimal twinge of grief that he had caused the pain, and the marring of such beautiful skin, but that was cast aside at the knowledge that his hand had done the damage.

He had marked D, the skin was burning hot, and nothing felt better.

“Keiji-san…” D’s tight whimper directed Leon’s senses back to the present, and with an affectionate pat to the sensitized flesh, he slowly pulled himself out. Before D could jump to any more conclusions, he wrapped his arms around him, and whispered against his skin.

“Roll over for me.”

Leon had to resist the temptation to whistle low between his teeth. D’s fair
skin was now a healthy shade of pink, the color reaching from his cheek bones all the way down to his belly. His eyes, duel colored and always a little creepy Leon thought, glittered brightly in the soft light, catching the little bars like sunlight on moving water. Full, kiss swollen lips were parted slightly, allowing heavy exhales of breath to pass; you could see the tops of D’s teeth, like that.

Leon licked his own lips, clearing the dryness for a moment, before easing his body on top of D’s.

Resting his weight on his elbow, Leon brushed back some of D’s now messy hair, smoothing it against his scalp. Slowly, he let his eyes wander over that fair face, taking in everything, from the curve of his brow, to the fullness of his lips. His fingertips touched gently, as though afraid of destroying his beauty, and grazed over too long lashes, down round cheeks, and across his chin.

He knew this face so well.

He tilted his fingers, softly drawing in a kiss as he let his other hand bury
into D’s fine tresses. D’s hands smoothed across Leon’s shoulders, sighing
quietly into his Detective’s open mouth as their tongues slid against one
another in a slow, tender way.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you before…” Leon whispered into D’s hair, still petting it
back in an almost automatic gesture. The Count couldn’t deny he enjoyed it, and nuzzled against the sweet touches.

“The apology is unneeded, Detective.” He purred in return, slowly lifting his
right leg so he could rub the inner thigh across Leon’s hip. The blonde smiled against D’s shoulder, and lifted himself up. It seemed the Count wanted to get on with this.

Effortlessly, he slid his dripping cock into D’s ready opening, the passing
slick and fast. D’s breath caught, and he shuddered as Leon stilled inside of him.

Their joining was slower this time, leisurely, relaxed and comfortable. Leon rolled his hips forward in a gentle motion, sighing appreciatively as D
countered his slow thrusts by lightly dragging those long-ass fingernails down his chest and across his nipples.

They held out as long as they could, but eventually the need for release grew too high to ignore, and their bodies began to slide quicker against one another.

D’s neck arched, pushing his head back into the mattress as Leon quickened his pace. He panted harshly, the gusts burning D’s skin, making it hotter and harder to breathe. The Count whined loudly, the end coming out in a strangled sob. Leon licked some sweat from his temple, and whispered tightly into his ear.

“D… baby… I want to see you…”

D managed to open his eyes, the confusion and curiosity clear in them. Not knowing exactly how to say it, without feeling foolish, Leon sat himself up on his knees, drawing the Chinese man’s hips up onto his lap, stilling the thrusts momentarily.

“Here, D.” He groaned, continuing his pushing as his fingers curled around the base of D’s shaft. The Count moaned quite loudly from that, and Leon had to stop; it resulted in a harsh glare, and a few curse words practically yelled in Chinese.

“Come on… Let me see you…” Leon whispered again, knowing full well he was the one begging this time, but it didn’t seem to matter. At the moment, all he could think of was how fucking hot it would be, to watch as he buried himself in that delicious body, while D got himself off.

“Please?”

D’s blush intensified again, but did as he was bid. Dual colored eyes fluttered closed as his cool hand wrapped around his own shaft, and gently stroked upwards.

“Yea, baby… just like that…” Leon growled, lifting D’s hips to get a better
angle. His thrusts were vicious, fed by his desire and the display below him. D howled, his hand tightening and pumping faster. He was close, he could feel the release clawing its way up, seeking freedom. White was starting to eat at the corners of his vision, the result of blood moving to quickly, without enough oxygen.

“Keiji-san!!” He wailed, so many words he wanted to speak (and some rather inappropriate) to convey how good it felt, how much more he wanted.

“Fuck yes. Keep doing that, baby… Nnng!”

Leon fell forward, bracing himself with one hand, the other clutched desperately at D’s hip, and he gave him his all. Their foreheads were nearly pressed together, and almost as though the thought passed between them, both sets of eyes opened, locking onto each other.

“Leon…” D whined, his voice rising up several octaves, throat raw from his vocal performance thus far. He was hurting, burning, begging for the final thing that would send him over the edge. He was hurting so wonderfully good. Leon saw it all in the different colored depths of his eyes, and knew that it was reflected in his own. He growled, forcing himself to move faster, harder.

“Come on, D. Let me see it… I can’t - Ugn… I’m gonna come, baby… Let me see it-”

Leon’s words halted, his eyes growing wide in wonder as D’s entire body
stiffened, then began to tremble violently. His inner muscles clamped down
around his shaft, squeezing tighter than his self control could handle, and with a savage yell he slammed into that tense body, feeling his orgasm ripped from him just as brutally.

Pure. Fucking. Bliss.

Senses returned slowly, making both men’s vision and awareness feel terrible muddled. Gradually, they realized that Leon was laying over D, like a security blanket; he was still inside D’s entrance.

“…Leon?”

“Mmm… What?”

“As… As good as this feels, could you kindly allow me to breathe properly?”

Leon blinked the haze from his eyes, then again a few more times for good measure, before he comprehended what D was talking about.

“Oh. Sorry.” He mumbled, carefully pulling his limp sex out, feeling a thrill as D shivered from the feeling.

D couldn’t help but admit that he was a little sad. This encounter with his
Detective was incredible, exquisite, “mind blowing” to coin the phrase Humans seemed so fond of… but, was this all it was to be? He had never known Leon to have a serious relationship with anyone, and his sexual activities were quite crass if his stories and comments were anything to go on.

The idea that this was merely a release, nothing more, was very depressing, but D decided immediately that he would carry the sweet memory with him for the rest of his life.

“Keiji-san?” D asked, shocked as his body was suddenly wrapped in Leon’s arms, and pulled tightly against the American.

“What? You got a problem with snuggling?”

D tried really, really hard not to laugh, and for the most part was successful. A small giggle did escape him though.

“Detective, I am going to pretend you did not just use the word ‘snuggle’. And to answer your question, no, I have no objections to this.”

“Good. And if you ever tell anyone I did use that word, I’m gonna kill you.
Deal?”

“Deal… Leon?”

The Detective nuzzled into D’s shoulder, humming in response.

“May I ask… where did you… that is, how did you…”

“Know how to fuck a guy?”

D groaned again at Leon’s lack of tack, and nodded his head. The American sighed, rolling onto his back and taking D with him, letting his head rest upon his chest. He took another deep breath, before answering.

“Well, to quote one of the greatest shows on cable: ‘There’s a time and place for everything. And it’s called College.’”

D seemed satisfied with that answer for now, and cuddled against Leon’s side, sighing happily. Slowly, they both drifted off to sleep, wrapped up in each other’s warmth, the morning after a worry forgotten for the time being.

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When D opened his eyes, he fully expected to find himself alone in bed, the night before falling under something never spoken of, but not forgotten. Perhaps even a wonderful dream, if he wished to use his imagination and really push the denial.

His surprise was great when his vision cleared, and he saw a pair of bright blue eyes staring down at him.

“Was wonderin’ when you’d wake up.”

“Keiji-san?”

“Yea, what?”

D sat up, the bedding falling down his chest to pool around his hips. Leon must have covered them both, sometime during the night.

“What are you still doing here?”

The second the question left his mouth, D regretted it. Leon’s eyes widened marginally, the color shifting to something a bit brighter, a sure sign of inflicted pain. He didn’t bother to answer the Count; instead, he rolled over onto his side, scooting towards the edge of the bed.

“Detective-”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, D. It’s cool.” Leon mumbled, scanning around the dimly lit room for a sign of his clothing. Hadn’t he dropped them near the bed last night? Huh.

“Leon-”

“No really. Don’t worry. Shouldn’t have assumed anything, ya know?” Ah ha. There were his jeans. He must have kicked them further away than he had thought. Unworried about his nudity (Hell, he’d just fucked the guy senseless last night) he reached for them, and stood up, shaking out the leg that was inside out.

But before he could manage to even get one foot in, he found a pair of pale arms wrapped around him like a vice.

“D? What the Hell?”

“Forgive me, Keiji-san. It was I who should not have assumed!” D voice came out cracked, on the verge of tears. For some reason, it made Leon’s heart panic.

“Hey, hey. Calm down, man. Shhh. Breathe, ok?” Leon rambled on like that for a minute or so as he managed to turn around in D’s tight grip. He crouched on the floor before him, his hands brushing back hair and wiping away falling tears as D stared down at him from his kneeling position on the bed.

“I - I am sorry, Leon. I didn’t want you to leave. I just-”

Leon rolled his eyes, and pulled the Count into a tight hug. D was half off the bed, his balance bad, and in an most uncomfortable position for his back, but Leon’s arms around him made it worth while.

“Shut up, man. It’s cool. I never gave ya the impression I’d stay. Hell, I
didn’t even ask. Can’t blame ya for thinking that way.”

“So… so you will stay?”

“Sure, what the Hell? I think you’re at least obligated to cook me breakfast,
right?”

D pulled back, enough to glare for a second, before Leon kissed his harsh retort away. Their lips parted, tongues sliding against each other as Leon slowly pushed D onto his back on the bed. Their fingers laced together, resting by the sides of D’s head.

When they finally broke apart, their breathing was heavy, their blood warmed considerably.

“Ok… scratch that. Lunch work for you?” Leon panted.

“Perhaps dinner.” D answered on a soft, heated whisper, drawing Leon back down for another kiss.

Several minutes later, T-chan let out an enraged howl, as he fought to untangle himself from the set of sheets that had been carelessly tossed on him from a quickly open and shut bedroom door.

Sylvia giggled at him, her long tail swishing behind her, “Having fun?”

“God, that’s so fucking gross!!” Tetsu raged, scooting himself back against the wall, his feet finally free of the sticky mess of linens.

“Serves you right for eavesdropping, T-chan. You’re lucky Mr. Orcot didn’t see you out here.”

“Like I’m really scared. Fuck him.”

Sylvia giggled again, and began to saunter back down the hall, towards the main room of the shop, “Actually, I think D’s taking care of that well enough by himself!”

Tetsu almost shouted a comment back, but that little statement made his curiosity peak. Careful to keep the physical contact as minimal as possible, he pushed the soiled sheets away from the door, and pressed his ear against it once more.

This he had to hear.

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JD: Is this better, guys? See? I DID finish the silly thing! The site was just being jerky.


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