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Pet Shop of Horrors is not mine. I'm not making any money from writing this fic. I’m only using the characters to have some fun! XD
Chapter 6
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Warnings: Sexual situation, swearing.
Chapter 6
A Policeman’s Problems
‘Idiot! A complete idiot! That’s who I am!’ thought Leon Orcot.
It was the middle of the night. He should be sleeping rather than being wide awake and indulging himself in shameful activities like he just had.
‘What the hell is wrong with me?! The Count is a man! A man! So why am I doing this?!’ thought Leon, irritated, while lying in bed and stroking his erection.
A short while ago Leon had woken up abruptly from a very vivid dream about a certain pet shop owner. The dream had been getting very interesting and hot and then Leon had woken up, much to his great anguish, or rather to his cock’s anguish. The first thing he had noticed when he awoke completely was the flaming hard on he had now. After just realizing that he had a very sexual dream about D, finding out that he had become hard from it was a shock for Leon. Even realizing that he had dreamed about D and gotten hard from it didn’t help his erection to subside. He still was painfully erect.
Leon contemplated waiting for it to go down, but after a while it became clear that he needed to do something about it himself because it wouldn’t go away. So now he was jacking off, wanting to end it as soon as possible, but no. Life was never that easy. Thinking about a hot and naked woman didn’t help him reach completion either, but thoughts about D most certainly did.
‘Why D? Why did I dream about the Count? And in those circumstances?! That’s just…’ Leon groaned, remembering his dream while his hand worked his penis.
“Fuck!” he cursed, feeling himself growing even harder from the mere thought of what he had dreamt about just minutes ago. Apparently his body wanted to come while he was thinking about D. Leon let out a resigned sigh, not wanting to fight with himself anymore and remembered the dream with every detail.
In it Leon was kissing the Count passionately while his hands roamed D’s backside. Leon was kneading the round ass cheeks and listening to the noises D made. He wanted to touch the skin covered by D’s garments, but the Count didn’t let him. He pushed Leon away and looked into his eyes, smirking seductively. The next moment D was kneeling in front of him with his hands reaching for Leon’s fly. Slim fingers worked with the opening of his jeans while the Count continued looking into Leon’s eyes.
He couldn’t look away. He didn’t want to look away from those beautiful purple and gold eyes, but then D managed to open his jeans and take out his cock. Leon closed his eyes and let his head fall back, savoring the feel of those delicate fingers as they held him and stroked his length. The grip was firm and applied just the right amount of pressure to make Leon groan and feel immense pleasure. He heard a chuckle and looked at the kneeling figure, noticing the desire in those mismatched eyes. The hand stroking his shaft sped up before stopping completely, leaving him unsatisfied and needy.
Leon remembered that he couldn’t avert his eyes from those sinful lips as they neared his member. He looked fascinated as D placed a soft kiss on the head of his erection and then parted his lips, taking the whole head into his mouth. The feeling was divine and he couldn’t stop his hips from snapping forward, wanting more of that feeling, but instead of finding himself buried in the wet cavern of Count D’s mouth, he found himself in his own bed alone and rock hard.
Leon groaned again, letting his imagination take over from there. ‘If I woke up there, then I can imagine what could have happened from that moment on,’ thought the detective, teasing the slit of his shaft while imagining that it was D’s tongue teasing him there. That made him moan. He wanted to see his cock disappear between D’s parted lips; he wanted to feel D work him to completion by sucking him off. Leon imagined D’s head bobbing back and forth on his shaft as the Count knelt in front of him and steadied himself by holding on to Leon’s hips or thighs. He wanted to bury his hands in that black, silky hair and hold D’s head in place as he thrust into D’s mouth.
Leon’s breathing was ragged, his hand stroking vigorously. He felt his orgasm nearing at lightning speed. With his eyes closed, all of his thoughts were focused on images of the eccentric pet shop owner that his imagination provided him with as the keeling figure swallowed his hot cum. That was what brought Leon over the edge and he spilled his seed, moaning D’s name as he did so. His orgasm was powerful enough that Leon didn’t care where his cum landed, and after coming down from the high he cursed as he noticed that not only his hand was covered with it, but also his chest.
‘At least I didn’t sleep with a shirt on, doing laundry is a bitch,’ thought Leon while searching for some tissues to wipe off the cum. After doing so he buried his face in the pillow, emitting a sound somewhere between a moan and a groan.
‘What the hell am I going to do now? It’s just wrong to lust after the Count. That won’t end well, not at all.’ He was exhausted enough to fall asleep and this time he slept undisturbed through the remainder of the night until the alarm clock woke him.
*** ***
“Orcot! Move your lazy ass over here!” the Chief bellowed from his office.
Leon jumped in his seat. He hadn’t managed to do much work today. He couldn’t concentrate properly on it. After about an hour of frustrated annoyance Jill gave up and left him alone, noticing that her partner wouldn’t be of much use today. She settled on doing the work alone and making him pay for it later when he was in better condition. Apparently the Chief had different plans than Jill and after dragging his gloomy self of to the Chief’s office, Leon found himself face to face with one of the people he would rather avoid for some time.
He hadn’t told D about the little fight he had had with his superior the day after D told him about his involvement with the mysterious case. The first thing he had done that day after coming to work was confront his Chief, asking him why he had let D participate in it and voicing his opinion and displeasure regarding the matter. He had tried to be as polite and calm about it as he could, but apparently his superior thought that he had overstepped his bounds and he had received the lecture of his life before he could even ask the Chief to remove the Count from the ‘La Volupté’ case.
Leon was forced to declare defeat. The Chief had made it clear that it was not Leon’s business to decide who was on the case and who wasn’t. Since he wasn’t involved in the case he didn’t have anything to say about it. The Count’s help was not to be overrated; Leon should be happy that the Count wanted to help the police instead of frowning darkly and looking like somebody died or was about to.
The Chief didn’t understand that it was just that thought that made Leon look so grim and be so pissed about D aiding them with the case. People died in that club, or rather that was what they thought since they went missing and were never found again. There was no evidence that they were killed, but Leon’s gut was telling him that it was a really fishy case and his suspicions were only confirmed when D told him that he was helping the police with it.
Somehow D managed to get himself into the worst kinds of trouble and Leon highly doubted that this time would be different. He still shuddered at the thought that they could have been there only mere seconds later when the crazed cook had wanted to decapitate D. Considering Leon’s luck, this time D would end up poisoned, raped, vanishing just like the other members of ‘La Volupté’, or all of it at the same time.
‘Fucking hell! What am I thinking?!’ Leon was pissed as hell at himself for even thinking that way.
The most disturbing part was the thought of someone sexually harassing the Count. He still remembered how that cook had clung to D, having the nerve to kiss him and laying him out in bed before he tried to cut off his head.
And D had let him! Leon didn’t know what was worse. The knowledge that D had allowed that guy to lay his hands on him or that he was bothered by it so much even after so much time. Or maybe he was bothered by it again all of a sudden because of his dream and his own actions? He just recently remembered that D had had some weird encounters in the past with other men and he had been a witness to them: the blond guy who assaulted D in the shop and the crazed cook.
Recently he had caught himself thinking more and more about D’s sexuality. The last straw for Leon’s imagination was the picnic they recently had. Their teasing had left him unsatisfied and with thoughts and questions in his head about matters he shouldn’t even think about in regards to his weird Chinese friend.
‘Life with the Count is never easy,’ he sighed inwardly, focusing his attention back on the man sitting before him and he did it just in time because the Chief started to speak.
“Did you cool down, Orcot?” asked the man sternly as if daring Leon to say he hadn’t.
The Detective grimaced but nodded, knowing that he would not win this battle, at least not until he convinced D to back out of helping them.
“Good. I want you to go to the shop and ask the Count if he needs any help with getting into the club, or if he needs anything at all from us,” his Chief said.
Leon could tell that the man didn’t want to hear a word of protest, but he just couldn’t stop himself.
“What? Why? You said it yourself, Chief. I’m not on the case. You want me to butt in?” If his superior wanted him to participate in any way in this case he would either be included in it or have nothing to do with it. His nerves couldn’t endure it. Leon just couldn’t stand the though of D mixed up in something that dangerous.
His superior shook his head and said, “No. You’re not on the case and even if you wanted to hop on I wouldn’t let you. It’s a delicate case and you’re far from delicate and subtle, Orcot. It’s just that you go to the shop frequently and nobody would suspect anything if you went there. Everyone would think that you’re simply visiting the Count for your usual purposes.”
Leon noticed the last remark and was about to ask what his superior meant by it, but the Chief continued before he could even open his mouth.
“I’ll give you some files that Count D should read before going to the club and you can answer his questions if he has any.”
The Chief reached for a file that lay on the desk. There weren’t many pieces of paper in it.
‘D’ll read it in a jiffy and then he’ll go to that club,’ thought Leon darkly, taking the file in his hand and placing it on the desk again.
“How am I supposed to answer his questions when I’m not on the case? I don’t know anything more than the bits and pieces that are flying around here. I won’t be of much use to him if-“
“Don’t waste your breath, Orcot. I won’t assign you to the case even if you gave me hundreds of good reasons, so drop it,” the Chief said.
He sounded annoyed, but Leon didn’t back off. He’d be of much more use to the Count if he could be on the case as well. And even if not, he would be able at least to watch D’s back.
‘This guy won’t even think about that,’ Leon worried before trying to persuade his boss again.
“Why? If I have a point-“Leon tried to oppose him.
His superior interrupted him again. “I don’t think that you working with the Count is a good idea,” said the Chief.
The way he said it made Leon seriously think that the man wanted to imply something, but he couldn’t ask because his superior continued.
“The Count is intelligent enough to know what to do and how to act so I don’t think you’ll be of much use to him, but if he has any questions on how to handle the case you’re the best man to explain it to him. You don’t want him to get hurt in the club, do you?” the man that Leon wanted to kill right now asked seriously.
“You… What?! Chief! That’s low even for you!” Leon fumed. His boss was using his worries to make Leon act the way he wanted.
The detective became extremely angry. ‘Emotional blackmail, that’s something D would do. I don’t believe my own boss leads me around like that. I won’t let him! It’s something only D is allowed to do!’
“Calm down, Orcot. Nothing will happen to him. He takes care of himself better than you and you’re a police officer. If I may remind you, you were trained for the job. I wouldn’t ask him to help if I thought he wouldn’t be able to handle the danger he could be in inside ‘La Volupté’,” assured the Chief, this time more gently.
“…” Leon sat there and watched his boss, not able to say anything. He knew the man wanted to assure him that nothing would happen to D, but Leon still had his doubts. At last he managed to speak, “I hope you’re right, Chief.”
“I am. I know what I’m doing. Now take this file and give it to Count D after you get off duty.”
Leon nodded, took the file and stood up. He went to the door holding the cursed file in his hand and wanting nothing more than to burn the damn thing and bury the ashes so that no one would ever find it.
“And Orcot?”
He heard his Chief’s voice half way to his own desk.
“Yes, boss?” he turned his head and asked. ‘What more does he want from me?!’
“Move your ass and stop lazing around!” yelled his superior from his office.
“Yes sir!”
‘Shit! Does that man have bugs and cameras all over the place or something? How the hell did he know I wasn’t doing anything?’ Leon went to his desk and actually made some effort to work. He wasn’t successful. He was still thinking about his boss’ words.
‘I hope you’re right. I hope he’ll be safe.’ After about half an hour he gave up and went with Jill to question some witnesses.
*** ***
Leon sighed tiredly. The woman they interrogated turned out to be a very hard person to deal with. He and Jill had wasted a lot of time trying to get her to tell them what they needed to hear. After that they needed to go to the places the woman told them about. It took much more time than they had anticipated. Leon wasn’t happy at all about that outcome. He had planned to leave work a bit earlier than the last few days. He should give the file to D and answer any questions the Count may have so he needed to stay in the shop at least until D read it.
He wasn’t happy about staying so long it the shop, not in the least. After the dream he had and the jacking off he did after, he didn’t think he could face Count D as if nothing had happened. Technically nothing had happened between them. It was only Leon’s sick imagination, but he highly doubted that he could look at D and not blush while remembering his lecherous thoughts regarding the Chinese man.
It was bad enough that he went to the shop every day now, even if for a few minutes. He had to make sure that D didn’t go to that club. Leon was angry at himself for doing something so stupid like going to the shop every day, but he couldn’t stop his feet from going there. The Count had seemed very upset when he had visited him after his long absence and now after a few days of going into the shop everyday D acted as if he would rather be left alone.
‘Why can’t he make up his mind?! He’s really behaving like a woman sometimes. That’s so embarrassing! I can’t say no to him. Urgh… What a guy!’ Leon was irritated at the Count and couldn’t stop blaming him for everything. ‘He’s fucking with my mind again! Why did he even want to go on that picnic? If not for that weird conversation we had I would never have gotten hard and everything would be just fine.’
Leon groaned audibly and assaulted his hair with both of his hands. ‘Who am I kidding? I didn’t go to the shop because I wanted to avoid him and those feelings he makes me feel around him and he seems not even aware of it at all! I can’t believe he’s so clueless! He’s always so smart that it’s hard not to smack him for it and now he acts as oblivious as one can be. That’s just…’ He let his head drop on his desk with a loud thud, too deep in his thoughts to even notice the pain it caused him.
‘Is he playing with me? Is he really so ignorant or is he pretending not to notice anything? He likes to play games, but something like that? Is he really playing with my feelings? With my mind? That would be so like him if it were true. I don’t have any evidence, but I should get real. There’s just no way he would be so blind. At least not after the stunt I pulled two days ago. What was I thinking? Was I thinking at all? Going to the shop so late... Okay, that wasn’t a long visit and I don’t want him angry with me so I have an excuse, but the way I… I nearly kissed him, God damn it!’
He banged his head on the desk again. Leon couldn’t face his memory. That wasn’t a dream. If it was, it would be much easier to cope with it.
‘Okay, I only wanted to give him a good night kiss. That wouldn’t be real kissing, right? And I even stopped myself.’ Leon shook his head in denial without removing it from the desk. ‘He looked just so…’ he smiled slightly at the memory. D had been about to go to sleep and Leon wondered what the Count looked like when sleeping soundly. Was he surrounded by his pets? That was possible. Knowing the Count, Leon could safely assure that at least few of his pets slept with him.
‘I shouldn’t have even thought about kissing him good night. I really am an idiot. And to top it all I even wanted to ask him if I could! Something must have possessed me that evening. It’s a good thing that I managed to stop myself before I blurted something embarrassing out.’ He sighed helplessly.
The next day he had visited D. They didn’t mention anything that happened the previous evening, but Leon saw that D was more withdrawn than before. When he asked, the Count said that everything was all right and that he shouldn’t be worrying himself about him. After that D seemed like himself again. They shared a piece of cake and a cup of tea and then Leon went home. He was slowly returning to normal after the intense few weeks filled with nothing but work and he was starting to relax.
He wanted to avoid going into the shop today, but his Chief thwarted his plans with those cursed files D should read before going to the club. ‘I don’t know how I’ll face him. He’ll know! He’ll know for sure. And that’s not the only thing I should-‘ His thoughts were cut off when he heard Jill’s voice.
“What are you stressing yourself out about now, Orcot?”
He picked himself up from his desk and looked at his partner. Jill had an expression on her face that was something between curious amusement and worry. He could always talk to her if he had problems, but right now he didn’t feel like talking. What would he tell her anyway? That he had had an erotic dream about the Count? That was just… Leon didn’t even know how to categorize it.
“Take a guess,” he grumbled, picking up some things he wanted to take with him. He made sure to take the file for D. He stared at it before placing it in a small bag he kept in the police station, willing it to spontaneously combust. To his great misery it didn’t.
“Let me see…” Jill smirked, “Count D.” She smirked even more when she heard Leon growl at her and look positively distressed.
“Don’t tell me I’m that easy to read,” he pleaded. If Jill could read him so well, he must be an open book to D. That thought made Leon pale a little. There was no way he was going to hide anything from Count D.
“If it’s about the Count then you’re very easy to read. No one else can get you so worked up as him. It’s always like that and you should know I always know when you two are on a bumpy road,” Jill said casually, letting herself sit on her desk. She noticed how grim her partner looked. ‘There is something going on between those two. Are they finally realizing what everyone else has known for so long? Finally.’
“…” Leon didn’t know what to say to that. He had had enough.
“Go on. Talk to him. Whatever you two are fighting about now can’t be that bad, right?” Jill tried to cheer him up a bit seeing that her friend was still in a bad mood.
“D’s helping us with the ‘La Volupté’ case,” said Leon, his face wearing a dark expression, his voice grim.
Jill cursed. She had heard about that case and was happy she wasn’t the one working on it. It was a lost cause, she thought. The club was out of their reach. Not one of the officers could go inside there without anybody knowing that they were from the police. Without an undercover agent they wouldn’t be able to achieve anything. Now Jill knew why her friend was so edgy lately. D was the most perfect undercover agent for the case that she could imagine. She couldn’t blame her friend for brooding, either. Every time Count D was involved in something regarding the police it didn’t end pretty.
“I see,” she said softly. Jill watched her friend closely now, but he didn’t give her time to say anything more.
“Look, Jill. I have to go. I need to visit the Count,” said Leon and picked up his bag. He was at the door in no time and left without saying anything more.
“Good luck, Orcot!” she shouted after him.
*** ***
Leon made his way through Chinatown with his bag on his shoulder and a small paper bag of sweets in his hand. Maybe if D was in a good mood he would be more docile, hear Leon out and agree to back out from his intentions of helping the police.
‘He’s a criminal, damn it! He shouldn’t be helping the cops! What is he thinking?!’
Leon was still irritated and he knew he should calm down before going into the shop. D once told him that the animals were very sensitive when it came to human emotions and Leon didn’t need T-chan biting him. At least not today. He had enough on his plate. He didn’t need extra worries.
‘When did it even start? When did I start noticing D as someone more than just a friend? Do I ever acknowledge him in that way? I have to stop! This madness must stop! Even if D takes some sort of sick pleasure from it, I refuse to play his game any longer. Maybe if I show him that I don’t react to him he’ll grow tired and stop… whatever he’s doing?’ Leon hoped that would help. If not, then he would be in serious trouble, falling into D’s trap or whatever the other had planned.
With that simple plan of ignoring the Count as much as possible, if it even was possible, Leon strolled to the shop. ‘It will even help me hide my embarrassment from D, if I can even hide anything from that damn guy.’
Note: There you have it. I know you’re waiting for D to go to the club and I can tell you that it will happen very soon. ;) Thanks for reading! Now you can tell me what you think. :)
Thank you for reviewing! I love to know what you think! XD Now enjoy. This time there is something in it, not much, but still. ;)
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Warnings: Sexual situation, swearing.
‘Idiot! A complete idiot! That’s who I am!’ thought Leon Orcot.
It was the middle of the night. He should be sleeping rather than being wide awake and indulging himself in shameful activities like he just had.
‘What the hell is wrong with me?! The Count is a man! A man! So why am I doing this?!’ thought Leon, irritated, while lying in bed and stroking his erection.
A short while ago Leon had woken up abruptly from a very vivid dream about a certain pet shop owner. The dream had been getting very interesting and hot and then Leon had woken up, much to his great anguish, or rather to his cock’s anguish. The first thing he had noticed when he awoke completely was the flaming hard on he had now. After just realizing that he had a very sexual dream about D, finding out that he had become hard from it was a shock for Leon. Even realizing that he had dreamed about D and gotten hard from it didn’t help his erection to subside. He still was painfully erect.
Leon contemplated waiting for it to go down, but after a while it became clear that he needed to do something about it himself because it wouldn’t go away. So now he was jacking off, wanting to end it as soon as possible, but no. Life was never that easy. Thinking about a hot and naked woman didn’t help him reach completion either, but thoughts about D most certainly did.
‘Why D? Why did I dream about the Count? And in those circumstances?! That’s just…’ Leon groaned, remembering his dream while his hand worked his penis.
“Fuck!” he cursed, feeling himself growing even harder from the mere thought of what he had dreamt about just minutes ago. Apparently his body wanted to come while he was thinking about D. Leon let out a resigned sigh, not wanting to fight with himself anymore and remembered the dream with every detail.
In it Leon was kissing the Count passionately while his hands roamed D’s backside. Leon was kneading the round ass cheeks and listening to the noises D made. He wanted to touch the skin covered by D’s garments, but the Count didn’t let him. He pushed Leon away and looked into his eyes, smirking seductively. The next moment D was kneeling in front of him with his hands reaching for Leon’s fly. Slim fingers worked with the opening of his jeans while the Count continued looking into Leon’s eyes.
He couldn’t look away. He didn’t want to look away from those beautiful purple and gold eyes, but then D managed to open his jeans and take out his cock. Leon closed his eyes and let his head fall back, savoring the feel of those delicate fingers as they held him and stroked his length. The grip was firm and applied just the right amount of pressure to make Leon groan and feel immense pleasure. He heard a chuckle and looked at the kneeling figure, noticing the desire in those mismatched eyes. The hand stroking his shaft sped up before stopping completely, leaving him unsatisfied and needy.
Leon remembered that he couldn’t avert his eyes from those sinful lips as they neared his member. He looked fascinated as D placed a soft kiss on the head of his erection and then parted his lips, taking the whole head into his mouth. The feeling was divine and he couldn’t stop his hips from snapping forward, wanting more of that feeling, but instead of finding himself buried in the wet cavern of Count D’s mouth, he found himself in his own bed alone and rock hard.
Leon groaned again, letting his imagination take over from there. ‘If I woke up there, then I can imagine what could have happened from that moment on,’ thought the detective, teasing the slit of his shaft while imagining that it was D’s tongue teasing him there. That made him moan. He wanted to see his cock disappear between D’s parted lips; he wanted to feel D work him to completion by sucking him off. Leon imagined D’s head bobbing back and forth on his shaft as the Count knelt in front of him and steadied himself by holding on to Leon’s hips or thighs. He wanted to bury his hands in that black, silky hair and hold D’s head in place as he thrust into D’s mouth.
Leon’s breathing was ragged, his hand stroking vigorously. He felt his orgasm nearing at lightning speed. With his eyes closed, all of his thoughts were focused on images of the eccentric pet shop owner that his imagination provided him with as the keeling figure swallowed his hot cum. That was what brought Leon over the edge and he spilled his seed, moaning D’s name as he did so. His orgasm was powerful enough that Leon didn’t care where his cum landed, and after coming down from the high he cursed as he noticed that not only his hand was covered with it, but also his chest.
‘At least I didn’t sleep with a shirt on, doing laundry is a bitch,’ thought Leon while searching for some tissues to wipe off the cum. After doing so he buried his face in the pillow, emitting a sound somewhere between a moan and a groan.
‘What the hell am I going to do now? It’s just wrong to lust after the Count. That won’t end well, not at all.’ He was exhausted enough to fall asleep and this time he slept undisturbed through the remainder of the night until the alarm clock woke him.
“Orcot! Move your lazy ass over here!” the Chief bellowed from his office.
Leon jumped in his seat. He hadn’t managed to do much work today. He couldn’t concentrate properly on it. After about an hour of frustrated annoyance Jill gave up and left him alone, noticing that her partner wouldn’t be of much use today. She settled on doing the work alone and making him pay for it later when he was in better condition. Apparently the Chief had different plans than Jill and after dragging his gloomy self of to the Chief’s office, Leon found himself face to face with one of the people he would rather avoid for some time.
He hadn’t told D about the little fight he had had with his superior the day after D told him about his involvement with the mysterious case. The first thing he had done that day after coming to work was confront his Chief, asking him why he had let D participate in it and voicing his opinion and displeasure regarding the matter. He had tried to be as polite and calm about it as he could, but apparently his superior thought that he had overstepped his bounds and he had received the lecture of his life before he could even ask the Chief to remove the Count from the ‘La Volupté’ case.
Leon was forced to declare defeat. The Chief had made it clear that it was not Leon’s business to decide who was on the case and who wasn’t. Since he wasn’t involved in the case he didn’t have anything to say about it. The Count’s help was not to be overrated; Leon should be happy that the Count wanted to help the police instead of frowning darkly and looking like somebody died or was about to.
The Chief didn’t understand that it was just that thought that made Leon look so grim and be so pissed about D aiding them with the case. People died in that club, or rather that was what they thought since they went missing and were never found again. There was no evidence that they were killed, but Leon’s gut was telling him that it was a really fishy case and his suspicions were only confirmed when D told him that he was helping the police with it.
Somehow D managed to get himself into the worst kinds of trouble and Leon highly doubted that this time would be different. He still shuddered at the thought that they could have been there only mere seconds later when the crazed cook had wanted to decapitate D. Considering Leon’s luck, this time D would end up poisoned, raped, vanishing just like the other members of ‘La Volupté’, or all of it at the same time.
‘Fucking hell! What am I thinking?!’ Leon was pissed as hell at himself for even thinking that way.
The most disturbing part was the thought of someone sexually harassing the Count. He still remembered how that cook had clung to D, having the nerve to kiss him and laying him out in bed before he tried to cut off his head.
And D had let him! Leon didn’t know what was worse. The knowledge that D had allowed that guy to lay his hands on him or that he was bothered by it so much even after so much time. Or maybe he was bothered by it again all of a sudden because of his dream and his own actions? He just recently remembered that D had had some weird encounters in the past with other men and he had been a witness to them: the blond guy who assaulted D in the shop and the crazed cook.
Recently he had caught himself thinking more and more about D’s sexuality. The last straw for Leon’s imagination was the picnic they recently had. Their teasing had left him unsatisfied and with thoughts and questions in his head about matters he shouldn’t even think about in regards to his weird Chinese friend.
‘Life with the Count is never easy,’ he sighed inwardly, focusing his attention back on the man sitting before him and he did it just in time because the Chief started to speak.
“Did you cool down, Orcot?” asked the man sternly as if daring Leon to say he hadn’t.
The Detective grimaced but nodded, knowing that he would not win this battle, at least not until he convinced D to back out of helping them.
“Good. I want you to go to the shop and ask the Count if he needs any help with getting into the club, or if he needs anything at all from us,” his Chief said.
Leon could tell that the man didn’t want to hear a word of protest, but he just couldn’t stop himself.
“What? Why? You said it yourself, Chief. I’m not on the case. You want me to butt in?” If his superior wanted him to participate in any way in this case he would either be included in it or have nothing to do with it. His nerves couldn’t endure it. Leon just couldn’t stand the though of D mixed up in something that dangerous.
His superior shook his head and said, “No. You’re not on the case and even if you wanted to hop on I wouldn’t let you. It’s a delicate case and you’re far from delicate and subtle, Orcot. It’s just that you go to the shop frequently and nobody would suspect anything if you went there. Everyone would think that you’re simply visiting the Count for your usual purposes.”
Leon noticed the last remark and was about to ask what his superior meant by it, but the Chief continued before he could even open his mouth.
“I’ll give you some files that Count D should read before going to the club and you can answer his questions if he has any.”
The Chief reached for a file that lay on the desk. There weren’t many pieces of paper in it.
‘D’ll read it in a jiffy and then he’ll go to that club,’ thought Leon darkly, taking the file in his hand and placing it on the desk again.
“How am I supposed to answer his questions when I’m not on the case? I don’t know anything more than the bits and pieces that are flying around here. I won’t be of much use to him if-“
“Don’t waste your breath, Orcot. I won’t assign you to the case even if you gave me hundreds of good reasons, so drop it,” the Chief said.
He sounded annoyed, but Leon didn’t back off. He’d be of much more use to the Count if he could be on the case as well. And even if not, he would be able at least to watch D’s back.
‘This guy won’t even think about that,’ Leon worried before trying to persuade his boss again.
“Why? If I have a point-“Leon tried to oppose him.
His superior interrupted him again. “I don’t think that you working with the Count is a good idea,” said the Chief.
The way he said it made Leon seriously think that the man wanted to imply something, but he couldn’t ask because his superior continued.
“The Count is intelligent enough to know what to do and how to act so I don’t think you’ll be of much use to him, but if he has any questions on how to handle the case you’re the best man to explain it to him. You don’t want him to get hurt in the club, do you?” the man that Leon wanted to kill right now asked seriously.
“You… What?! Chief! That’s low even for you!” Leon fumed. His boss was using his worries to make Leon act the way he wanted.
The detective became extremely angry. ‘Emotional blackmail, that’s something D would do. I don’t believe my own boss leads me around like that. I won’t let him! It’s something only D is allowed to do!’
“Calm down, Orcot. Nothing will happen to him. He takes care of himself better than you and you’re a police officer. If I may remind you, you were trained for the job. I wouldn’t ask him to help if I thought he wouldn’t be able to handle the danger he could be in inside ‘La Volupté’,” assured the Chief, this time more gently.
“…” Leon sat there and watched his boss, not able to say anything. He knew the man wanted to assure him that nothing would happen to D, but Leon still had his doubts. At last he managed to speak, “I hope you’re right, Chief.”
“I am. I know what I’m doing. Now take this file and give it to Count D after you get off duty.”
Leon nodded, took the file and stood up. He went to the door holding the cursed file in his hand and wanting nothing more than to burn the damn thing and bury the ashes so that no one would ever find it.
“And Orcot?”
He heard his Chief’s voice half way to his own desk.
“Yes, boss?” he turned his head and asked. ‘What more does he want from me?!’
“Move your ass and stop lazing around!” yelled his superior from his office.
“Yes sir!”
‘Shit! Does that man have bugs and cameras all over the place or something? How the hell did he know I wasn’t doing anything?’ Leon went to his desk and actually made some effort to work. He wasn’t successful. He was still thinking about his boss’ words.
‘I hope you’re right. I hope he’ll be safe.’ After about half an hour he gave up and went with Jill to question some witnesses.
Leon sighed tiredly. The woman they interrogated turned out to be a very hard person to deal with. He and Jill had wasted a lot of time trying to get her to tell them what they needed to hear. After that they needed to go to the places the woman told them about. It took much more time than they had anticipated. Leon wasn’t happy at all about that outcome. He had planned to leave work a bit earlier than the last few days. He should give the file to D and answer any questions the Count may have so he needed to stay in the shop at least until D read it.
He wasn’t happy about staying so long it the shop, not in the least. After the dream he had and the jacking off he did after, he didn’t think he could face Count D as if nothing had happened. Technically nothing had happened between them. It was only Leon’s sick imagination, but he highly doubted that he could look at D and not blush while remembering his lecherous thoughts regarding the Chinese man.
It was bad enough that he went to the shop every day now, even if for a few minutes. He had to make sure that D didn’t go to that club. Leon was angry at himself for doing something so stupid like going to the shop every day, but he couldn’t stop his feet from going there. The Count had seemed very upset when he had visited him after his long absence and now after a few days of going into the shop everyday D acted as if he would rather be left alone.
‘Why can’t he make up his mind?! He’s really behaving like a woman sometimes. That’s so embarrassing! I can’t say no to him. Urgh… What a guy!’ Leon was irritated at the Count and couldn’t stop blaming him for everything. ‘He’s fucking with my mind again! Why did he even want to go on that picnic? If not for that weird conversation we had I would never have gotten hard and everything would be just fine.’
Leon groaned audibly and assaulted his hair with both of his hands. ‘Who am I kidding? I didn’t go to the shop because I wanted to avoid him and those feelings he makes me feel around him and he seems not even aware of it at all! I can’t believe he’s so clueless! He’s always so smart that it’s hard not to smack him for it and now he acts as oblivious as one can be. That’s just…’ He let his head drop on his desk with a loud thud, too deep in his thoughts to even notice the pain it caused him.
‘Is he playing with me? Is he really so ignorant or is he pretending not to notice anything? He likes to play games, but something like that? Is he really playing with my feelings? With my mind? That would be so like him if it were true. I don’t have any evidence, but I should get real. There’s just no way he would be so blind. At least not after the stunt I pulled two days ago. What was I thinking? Was I thinking at all? Going to the shop so late... Okay, that wasn’t a long visit and I don’t want him angry with me so I have an excuse, but the way I… I nearly kissed him, God damn it!’
He banged his head on the desk again. Leon couldn’t face his memory. That wasn’t a dream. If it was, it would be much easier to cope with it.
‘Okay, I only wanted to give him a good night kiss. That wouldn’t be real kissing, right? And I even stopped myself.’ Leon shook his head in denial without removing it from the desk. ‘He looked just so…’ he smiled slightly at the memory. D had been about to go to sleep and Leon wondered what the Count looked like when sleeping soundly. Was he surrounded by his pets? That was possible. Knowing the Count, Leon could safely assure that at least few of his pets slept with him.
‘I shouldn’t have even thought about kissing him good night. I really am an idiot. And to top it all I even wanted to ask him if I could! Something must have possessed me that evening. It’s a good thing that I managed to stop myself before I blurted something embarrassing out.’ He sighed helplessly.
The next day he had visited D. They didn’t mention anything that happened the previous evening, but Leon saw that D was more withdrawn than before. When he asked, the Count said that everything was all right and that he shouldn’t be worrying himself about him. After that D seemed like himself again. They shared a piece of cake and a cup of tea and then Leon went home. He was slowly returning to normal after the intense few weeks filled with nothing but work and he was starting to relax.
He wanted to avoid going into the shop today, but his Chief thwarted his plans with those cursed files D should read before going to the club. ‘I don’t know how I’ll face him. He’ll know! He’ll know for sure. And that’s not the only thing I should-‘ His thoughts were cut off when he heard Jill’s voice.
“What are you stressing yourself out about now, Orcot?”
He picked himself up from his desk and looked at his partner. Jill had an expression on her face that was something between curious amusement and worry. He could always talk to her if he had problems, but right now he didn’t feel like talking. What would he tell her anyway? That he had had an erotic dream about the Count? That was just… Leon didn’t even know how to categorize it.
“Take a guess,” he grumbled, picking up some things he wanted to take with him. He made sure to take the file for D. He stared at it before placing it in a small bag he kept in the police station, willing it to spontaneously combust. To his great misery it didn’t.
“Let me see…” Jill smirked, “Count D.” She smirked even more when she heard Leon growl at her and look positively distressed.
“Don’t tell me I’m that easy to read,” he pleaded. If Jill could read him so well, he must be an open book to D. That thought made Leon pale a little. There was no way he was going to hide anything from Count D.
“If it’s about the Count then you’re very easy to read. No one else can get you so worked up as him. It’s always like that and you should know I always know when you two are on a bumpy road,” Jill said casually, letting herself sit on her desk. She noticed how grim her partner looked. ‘There is something going on between those two. Are they finally realizing what everyone else has known for so long? Finally.’
“…” Leon didn’t know what to say to that. He had had enough.
“Go on. Talk to him. Whatever you two are fighting about now can’t be that bad, right?” Jill tried to cheer him up a bit seeing that her friend was still in a bad mood.
“D’s helping us with the ‘La Volupté’ case,” said Leon, his face wearing a dark expression, his voice grim.
Jill cursed. She had heard about that case and was happy she wasn’t the one working on it. It was a lost cause, she thought. The club was out of their reach. Not one of the officers could go inside there without anybody knowing that they were from the police. Without an undercover agent they wouldn’t be able to achieve anything. Now Jill knew why her friend was so edgy lately. D was the most perfect undercover agent for the case that she could imagine. She couldn’t blame her friend for brooding, either. Every time Count D was involved in something regarding the police it didn’t end pretty.
“I see,” she said softly. Jill watched her friend closely now, but he didn’t give her time to say anything more.
“Look, Jill. I have to go. I need to visit the Count,” said Leon and picked up his bag. He was at the door in no time and left without saying anything more.
“Good luck, Orcot!” she shouted after him.
Leon made his way through Chinatown with his bag on his shoulder and a small paper bag of sweets in his hand. Maybe if D was in a good mood he would be more docile, hear Leon out and agree to back out from his intentions of helping the police.
‘He’s a criminal, damn it! He shouldn’t be helping the cops! What is he thinking?!’
Leon was still irritated and he knew he should calm down before going into the shop. D once told him that the animals were very sensitive when it came to human emotions and Leon didn’t need T-chan biting him. At least not today. He had enough on his plate. He didn’t need extra worries.
‘When did it even start? When did I start noticing D as someone more than just a friend? Do I ever acknowledge him in that way? I have to stop! This madness must stop! Even if D takes some sort of sick pleasure from it, I refuse to play his game any longer. Maybe if I show him that I don’t react to him he’ll grow tired and stop… whatever he’s doing?’ Leon hoped that would help. If not, then he would be in serious trouble, falling into D’s trap or whatever the other had planned.
With that simple plan of ignoring the Count as much as possible, if it even was possible, Leon strolled to the shop. ‘It will even help me hide my embarrassment from D, if I can even hide anything from that damn guy.’
Note: There you have it. I know you’re waiting for D to go to the club and I can tell you that it will happen very soon. ;) Thanks for reading! Now you can tell me what you think. :)