Disaster

Chapter Five:

No, I didn’t die. I just got busy then forgot! Sorry! No one reads this anyway… I think I am going to really drag this out to a real story. You know, with a plot and character development. Here’s hoping. By the way, reviewers go straight to Heaven.

I own nothing. D, Leon, PSOH. All Akino Matsui’s. Please don’t sue.

D relished the attention Leon was giving him. Leon’s hands kept moving up and down his back, roughly passing over the flesh through the fabric, as if trying to somehow deepen their kisses. Leon’s mouth crushed D, applying short forceful kisses to D’s lips, chin, cheeks, and neck. No kiss felt accidental. There was so much emotion, so much conflicting emotion, D almost wanted to stop everything and give Leon another moment to consider what he was doing, no matter how wonderfully he was doing it. Instead, D leaned back into the couch, parting his legs to give Leon a little more space on the small sofa as well. Leon leaned in with D, bracing his weight on one elbow, while his other hand was entwined in D’s above D’s head.

Each competed for dominance of the other’s mouth, their tongues lapping and rubbing against the other’s. Every so often Leon would break their kiss to taste D’s neck with the tip of his tongue or the indentation behind his ear. D would in turn nibble on the detective’s neck or bite on his ear. Hearing Leon grunt or sigh or gasp only made him apply more pressure on his next pass. And while Leon’s hands were spoken for, D’s right hand was free to drag its nails up and down Leon’s back and sides. When Leon began mouthing and kissing the space between D’s collarbones, D had scratched Leon a little too hard, not causing blood but leaving parallel lines of welts. Leon sucked air quickly between his teeth and looked up at D from where he was. D’s hand wiggled free from Leon’s grasp and he began pulling at Leon’s shirt. Leon shifted his weight again, so as not to crush D below him, and pulled off his shirt. Leon sat back on his ankles and, breathing heavily, held onto his shirt looking at D. D pushed himself back up and took Leon’s shirt away, draping it over the side of the couch. He ran his hands over the detective’s bare chest.

At first all D saw was the muscle definition. His hands felt the firm flesh under his palms, loving to watch gooseflesh appeared. There was some golden hair as well, darker than Leon’s head but still blond. Not much either, really. D smiled pulling at a few hairs, pleased. As he continued to examine Leon’s chest he notice more features. There was a green blotch, a fading bruise from some past injury. A scar that ran near Leon’s shoulder. Vaccination scars on his upper arm. D’s long nails traced these marks. Leon lowered his head slightly and watched D’s hands, once or twice looking at D’s face.

“Leon,” D said. It trailed off there for a moment. He kept his hands on Leon’s chest, though they had stopped moving, and looked into Leon’s face. Leon put a hand to his own face, covering his mouth and was silent for a moment. He rose then, awkwardly, and stood next to the couch. D kept his own face blank.

“Uh…” Leon began. He scratched his forehead inattentively. “Maybe we should, uh…” D tilted his head back slightly and barely narrowed his eyes. Leon looked at him and sighed uncomfortably.

“This is just fucked up.” Leon thought to himself. The thought passed through, seemingly fitting, and was replaced. “Look, D, I don’t know what to do when you’re just sitting there like that.”

D maintained his stare. “Did you want me to leave?”

“Hell, no! I was standing so-” Leon bounced his head around a few times looking at the ceiling. “I mean, it’s a small couch and uh, let me just get some shit off my bed and…God!”

D chastised himself briefly while smiling openly. Leon, despite all his owns airs, was adorable after all. D stood. “Good. If you asked me to leave now, I don’t know what sort of punishment I would have to administer.”

Leon grinned, sighed, and then shook his head. D kissed Leon’s shoulder, his mouth open and then closing, soft pulling on the skin. Leon’s body twinged slightly. Leon pulled D softly with him to his room. D smirked a little when the entered Leon raised his hand and contorted the fingers oddly as if he used to know sign language for “give me a minute” but couldn’t remember. Leon quickly gathered all the papers, clothes, and miscellany off his unmade bed. D looked about the room. It was a disaster. It probably hadn’t been tidied, much, much less cleaned, in weeks. Boxes from Leon’s move weeks, or months ago now, were still in piles. Most of the pornography D detested hadn’t reappeared on the walls or ceiling yet. Most. There were still Leon’s linger favorites. Women with obscenely large breasts were on the inside of Leon’s door. While Leon finished piling the last of the things on his bed onto the floor D looked around the room with a new purpose.

Leon finished and looked over at D. “Yeah, it’s sty…”

D turned his head back toward Leon. “Yes, it is. I would be surprised if it was not.” He stepped closer to Leon. “Leon, I would not expect you to have any sort of oils would you?”

D managed not to laugh when Leon’s eyes bulged and his face turned a new shade of crimson. “Well, I assumed you leading me to your room…”

Leon turned, looking around. “Well, YEAH, but you can’t just SAY it like that…!”

D again tilted his head, this time noticing the welts his nails had made on his soon-to-be lover’s back. They were one of the most erotic things he had ever seen. Leon’s body was just about perfect. Leon was just how D imagined and preferred. Seeing the marks earlier had been something of an odd turn-on before but now seeing that he too had physically marked, albeit temporarily, Leon’s body was blissful. D reached out and traced his mark. “Lotion? Oil? Anything?”

Leon was having a hard time thinking at the moment. His erection had suddenly passed from present to painful. “I’ve got some Vaseline in the bathroom…?”

D’s voice was almost husky. “Get it.”

Leon completely thrown by how suddenly D had gone from sitting blankly on his couch to… almost thrown. Leon scrambled to get the tub and returned to his room to find D sitting calmly on the edge of his bed.


“Leon,” D started again from where he had left off in the living room. “I want to see you.”

Leon couldn’t get over the effect D’s words were having on him. Leon was by no mean a virgin, that is, he had been with plenty of women, but he was always the aggressor and there wasn’t much TALKING involved. This whole…talking…thing… it was rough. Leon put the tub on the floor near his bed, not wanting to suggest any pressing need to rush into anything, and began taking off the remainder of his clothes. It was remarkably hard to do with D sitting there fully dressed watching him so intensely. When he got down to his boxers he hesitated, not looking at D who quickly reached out and pulled Leon closer. He put his hands on top of Leon’s and guided Leon’s hands, removing the last bit of clothing. D kept his hands on Leon’s hips and then place three quick kisses around Leon’s navel.

Leon reached out and touched D’s…whatever you call it. He never did catch any of that Chinese culture stuff D threw out at him. D looked up at him, his eyes charged and reflecting any light that entered the room most unnaturally. Leon watched as D pulled off his clothing, D already knowing the effect this caused and Leon staring at D with the same intensity D had given him. How odd it was to see the fabric ripple and climb upwards and not reveal the chest of a woman but a man. The visual was both terrifying and at the same time… Leon couldn’t think of a decent word. Leon reached out to take the items as D pulled them off finally putting them carefully on top of his workspace. He turned back toward D and sat next to him. His mouth suddenly missed the feel of D’s while has hands learned the differences of D’s body with and without fabric.



TBC

I need to sleep. Sorry to end there. Seemed like an okay place to stop. Anyway, I’ve never written a sex-scene really and I am a girl so… never experienced gay-sex. I am trying to piece this together. I hope my lack of knowledge in this one isn’t so poor it is distracting. Actually, I was so worried about how to write those two that I stopped and then I forgot! Sorry you three people out there that read this...