Man-Eater

Disclaimer: I don't own Petshop of Horrors and I make no money from this or any other fanfic I write.
Pairings: Leon x D
Category: Supernatural/Drama
Rating: R
Warning: Shonen Ai/Yaoi. Language, Violence, Non-Con
Title: Man-Eater
Notes: Sequel to 'Denial' and Story Two in the Arc, which takes place before Volume 9's fourth chapter, Dynasty


MAN-EATER
CHAPTER EIGHT


The scent of blood – his blood – wafted fresh and hot to D’s nostrils as it spilled freely from the shallow cut Kuan Yin had drawn across his throat and soaked into the collar of his chiao-fu.

‘I’m going to have the Devil’s own time getting that stain out,’ D thought a bit irrationally.

“I said, ‘Is that perfectly clear?’” Kuan Yin repeated tightly when he received no immediate answer to his question. With savage force he shoved D’s wrist up even harder and higher than before.

Pain rolled over D, red and terrible as he felt the bone in his arm break. He actually heard it snap over the thudding of his heart. He screamed and for a moment the world faded into gray, dulling everything around him as he surfed helplessly along a throbbing wave of pain. His consciousness faded for a moment and he slumped towards the ground. With a strangled oath, Kuan Yin caught him by the shoulders and steadied him as best he could without releasing his weapon.

“Oh no, you don’t,” he grunted, “I’m not letting you off that easy, my friend.” He brought his free hand up and slapped D’s cheek sharply to rouse him.

D’s eyes snapped open and he shot a glare up at the man holding him.

“Wakey, wakey, rise and shine, pretty boy,” Kuan Yin sneered, his unpleasant grin twisting his lips. “Do you need a good morning kiss to get you to get your ass in gear, Count?”

D shuddered and brought his feet solidly under him so that he was standing under his own power. His raised his good arm and gingerly touched the cut Kuan Yin had inflicted upon his throat. It didn’t seem to be very deep and the blood flow was already slowing. Relieved, he let his hand fall away, the fingertips stained red. It wasn’t a serious wound and, with his healing capabilities, it would be better in no time. It wouldn’t even leave a scar.

His arm, however, was another matter entirely. It dangled by his side, useless. Already swollen, the flesh pressed tightly against the confines of his sleeve. This too would heal in time, he knew, but it would take a bit longer than the cut on his neck. Unfortunately, until it was healed, he wouldn’t be able to use it, which put him at a bit of a disadvantage.

Stubbornly, D pressed his lips into a thin line as he suppressed a small groan as he met Kuan Yin’s cold black eyes. Looking into those eyes was like looking into the fiery depths of Hell itself, and he knew this man, this demon, was incapable of kindness, mercy, or patience. Nothing would stop him from accomplishing his goals.

“So,” Kuan Yin continued conversationally, “Are you going to tell me everything I want to know, or do I have to knock you around a bit more?” He shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s your choice.”

D closed his eyes and allowed his head to drop forward in what he hoped was a convincing display of meek submission. Dark hair feathered down around his face. With a deep breath he settled on a plan of action.

He nodded slowly, “Yes,” he murmured, his voice low and hoarse, “I will tell you everything you want to know. Just… please… no more violence.”

“Well, that’s more like it.” Kuan Yin chuckled. “I knew you’d see things my way… eventually.”

The hands on his shoulders loosened their grip then fell away. In a burst of lightning speed, D drove his heel into the other man’s instep with as much force as he could muster. Kuan Yin cried out in pained surprise and D twisted away, hearing the metal clink of the Italian stiletto as it fell to the ground and bounced away into the darkness.

Kuan Yin roared in rage, “God damn you, son of a bitch! Get your skinny ass back here!”

Suddenly, pain shot up from D’s leg as something sharp and metallic pierce his skin. With a wordless cry he stumbled along the broken cement and fell, striking the ground with enough to knock the breath from his body. His teeth came together with an audible click.

Despite the pain that sang through his arm, D strained to regain his footing. A quick glance down revealed the source of pain to be some sort of dart that had lodged itself into his upper thigh. Gritting his teeth, he yanked it out and flung it aside with a grunt of effort. Unfortunately, before he could struggle to his feet, he felt the weight of Kuan Yin’s body upon him, crushing him to the ground and forcing the air from his lungs.

“Get. Off!” D gasped and slashed blindly through the air with his uninjured arm. A shudder rippled through his arm as he felt his nails slice into flesh, strike bone then glance aside. Kuan Yin screamed and reared back, his hands flying to his face, blood flowing between his fingers.

D managed to knock his assailant off balance, but his strength was quickly fading. As the other man fell away, he rolled over and pushed himself to his knees with his uninjured arm. Just as he managed to get to his knees, a heavy blow from behind knocked him back to the ground. Blood flew from his nose in an alarming gush. His injured arm hit the cement, and blinding pain ripped through him as the broken edges of the bones ground together.

As consciousness wavered, he felt strong hands roll him over until he found himself staring up at a smiling Kuan Yin. Blood from a long diagonal gash across his face pattered onto his black leather jacket like rain. He withdrew a wrinkled white handkerchief from his back pocket, and pressed it against the wound. In a matter of seconds the white cloth turned red as it absorbed the flow of blood, but the smile never left Kuan Yin’s face.

“Not bad there, Count,” He murmured with a touch of real admiration in his voice. “For a moment there I thought you were actually going to get away.”

Suddenly a tall man with a shock of red hair was beside Kuan Yin, grinning hugely. In his large meaty hands he held some sort of gun that he tucked into the inner lining of his coat. The lenses of the horn rimmed glasses he wore flashed in the dim light. He produced the Italian stiletto from the same pocket and dutifully handed it to Kuan Yin.

‘Dart gun,’ D’s mind whispered. ‘They must have drugged me…’

“Here you go, man,” he said, “you lost this back by the alley.”

“What the fuck took you so long, Craig?” Kuan Yin demanded, acknowledging the man for the first time as he snatched the knife from his hands. “Can’t you see he almost got away from me?”

Craig’s grin disappeared only to be replaced by a worried frown. “Looked to me like you had everything under control,” he grumbled. “Hell, I hit him with enough shit to drop an elephant.”

“Does this look under control to you, you fucking idiot?” Kuan Yin roared, dropping his soaked handkerchief from his face and glared ferociously at his companion.

Craig stepped back with a muffled oath. Blood still flowed heavily down Kuan Yin’s face, the wound painfully visible. D’s nails had ripped open the flesh from the bottom of his jaw line, up across the meaty part of his cheek, and across the wing and bridge of his nose. The skin around the cheek gaped away from the rest of the flesh and there was no doubt that it would leave a horribly ugly scar.

“Jesus Christ,” Craig mumbled, visibly struggling with his gore, but to his credit, he didn’t even try to look away. “We’d better get you to the hospital.”

He reached into his own pocket and withdrew a large blue checkered handkerchief, but when he reached out to give it to the other man, Kuan Yin slapped it away with a snarl of disgust.

“You were rummaging around in an alley full of garbage, you fucking moron! What makes you think I want that nasty, germ ridden cloth any-fucking-where near my face?”

Cringing like a kicked dog, Craig jabbed his kerchief back into his pocket. “I was just trying to help,” he mumbled.

“Yeah, is that so? Well, you can start by dragging him-” With that, he delivered a sharp kick to D’s leg, which earned him a yelp and a glare, “-to his feet so we can take this somewhere a bit more private. We still have a job to do after all.”

Kuan Yin tuned his attention back to D. His black eyes narrowed as his grin became even more menacing. He traced his forefinger along the length of the wound. “And who knows, after we get the answers we’re looking for, maybe I can get me a little pay back.”

Jumping to obey, Craig hurried over to where D lay and crouched down beside him. He reached out and took hold of D’s chin, swiveling his head this way and that as he visually inspected his bleeding nose. “Doesn’t appear to be broken,” he mumbled. “Not like your arm. But when Kuan Yin’s done with you, a broken arm will be the least of your concerns.”

He reached into his pocket and produced his blue handkerchief but D turned his head with a moue of distaste and waved it away. Judging from the reek of garbage that came off the man in sickening waves and Kuan Yin’s earlier comment, he guessed that this man was the creature he had heard rustling in the dark alley.

“Fine, be that way. But you’re going to get blood all over that pretty outfit of yours.”

D bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from acidly pointing out that there was already blood all over the front of his expensive chiao-fu.

“Hurry up, asshole,” Kuan Yin growled, pitching his voice low. “We don’t have all night.”

“Right, Boss.”

Without ceremony, Craig gathered up a fistful of D’s chiao-fu and hoisted him to his feet. D ground his teeth as his right arm was carelessly jostled. His vision blurred as a sickening wave of dizziness engulfed him, and he wobbled unsteadily on his feet.

“Come on, you,” Craig grumbled, pushing him roughly in the back. “Move it.”

The push caught D off guard and he stumbled forward into Kuan Yin, who caught him easily by the shoulders. Hot bile burned its way up his throat and he struggled visibly with his gore, no doubt in reaction to whatever chemicals the dart had contained.

“If you puke on my leather jacket, I am going to fucking kill you,” Kuan Yin snapped.

D closed his eyes and willed the nausea away and, to his relief, it quickly passed.

“Let’s go.”

D’s eyes widened as a red Chevy Cavalier turned onto the street a few blocks up and slowly move towards them. Before D could even move a muscle Kuan Yin was dragging him deeper into the shadows. The hand holding the blood stained handkerchief clamped over D’s mouth and the other wrapped around his wounded throat. Kuan Yin leaned into him, fingers digging into his flesh painfully. His breath brushed warm and moist against his face.

“If they stop and get out of that car for whatever reason, I’ll kill them. And then I’ll make you wish you were dead. Is that clear?”

The scent and taste of blood was sickening and once again D found himself struggling against nausea. But he nodded his head and kept reluctantly silent.

“Craig, get over here,” Kuan Yin hissed to his partner, who was standing on the sidewalk staring at the approaching car like a deer frozen in front of automobile headlights.

Obediently, Craig melted into the shadows until he was at his boss’ side. The car slowed as it passed, the headlights seeming to probe the darkness. D’s heart beat wildly in his chest, loud enough to block out all other sound. As the car passed under the streetlight he could only make out that the driver was male and that the license plate belonged to some local car rental service. It passed slowly by and continued up without stopping.

When the car was a block away, Kuan Yin shoved D into Craig’s arms roughly. “Let’s move it before anyone else comes by.”

Without ceremony, D found himself being half dragged, half carried back to the alley. He offered no resistance as he was shoved into the darkness.

“Now, hold him.” Kuan Yin ordered.

“Y-yes, Boss.” Craig dragged D’s uninjured arm behind his back and wrapped one beefy arm around his throat in a half-assed wrestler’s hold.

For several moments Kuan Yin simply stared at D, his head cocked to one side in a disturbingly bird-like manner. With his smiling face covered in a mask of blood, he reminded D of a vulture inspecting a potential meal.

“It’s time we got back to the business on hand, don’t you agree, Count?” He didn’t seem overly concerned when D made no reply. “But first, I think I need to teach you a little lesson.”

Still smiling menacingly, Kuan Yin raised the hand that was holding the Italian Stiletto so that it caught and reflected the dim light cast from the streetlight directly outside the alley. Like a magician showing that there were no strings attached to his mysteriously floating partner, he slid the knife through the air in delicate swirls, admiring the play and flash of light along the wickedly sharp blade.

“You need to learn exactly who’s in charge around here.”

The smile never faltered as he reached out for D with both hands. One grabbed the collar of his robe; the other pressed the sharp tip of the knife against his throat. D closed his eyes, unable to make himself look into the smiling face. The loud sound of fabric being sliced open and the thin pain of the blade cutting through his flesh forced his eyes open. Hot blood spilled from the thin wounds.

Kuan Yin ripped and hacked at both the front of D’s chiao-fu and the soft undershirt beneath until they hung from his pale chest in tatters. The he stepped back to admire his handy work.

“Not bad work, if I do say so myself,” he chuckled.

Something seemed to catch his eye and he leaned toward D, eyes intent, hands reaching out. When his fingertips came into direct contact with his chest, D flinched back, a scarlet stain spreading along his cheeks as he realized what his tormentor was looking at.

“My, my, my, Count.” Kuan Yin clucked in a disapproving manner as he traced his fingers over first one hickey then another. Unable to move his head, D dropped his gaze, uncomfortable and embarrassed. Not for the love bites Leon had inflicted upon him, but for the fact that this lunatic was now privy to the more intimate details of his life. “It would seem that I underestimated the relationship between you and that third rate detective.”

“What could you possibly know about it?” D hissed, unable to control the anger that seethed through his body.

“Oh, I know plenty, my friend. I know where you live and I know who you talk to. We’ve been keeping tabs on you for a while now. But this,” he caressed his finger along one of the bruises, “I didn’t know about this.”

He leaned up close to D, leering. One hand swept down and cupped D’s crotch eliciting a strangled oath. “So, tell me, you two fuck?”

D fought for release, too enraged to think straight. Unfortunately, all this succeeded in doing was rubbing his body against Kuan Yin’s firm grip. To his horror, his body reacted to the other man’s touch.

“Looks like someone’s enjoying themselves here,” Kuan Yin chuckled as he groped D boldly through the thick material of his robes. “I didn’t know you were so kinky, Count.”

“Stop this at once!” D choked.

“Or you’ll what?” Kuan Yin purred as his hands continued to fondle D roughly. “Huh, pretty boy? Or you’ll do what?” His grip tightened unbearably eliciting a low groan that was part pleasure and pain.

D bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood as a warm pulsating pleasure began to work its way through his body. Desperately he tried to pull away from Kuan Yin’s rough caresses but with the massive Craig holding him captive and the numbing effects of the tranquilizer burning its way through his veins, he was trapped. The pressure continued to build until he was reduced to helpless gasps and moans.

“That’s what I like to see,” Kuan Yin gloated. Then his mouth was on D’s, crushing, hurting. D felt his lips forced open and his mouth invaded as Kuan Yin kissed him. The noxious mixture of coffee, brandy and peppermint permeated his senses. The feeling of Kuan Yin’s tongue as it violated his mouth brought on a fresh wave of nausea.

“Come for me, baby,” Kuan Yin whispered against D’s lips as D shuddered helplessly, “Yeah, that’s right.”

D’s hand curled into a fist, long, manicured nails digging into the meat of his palm. He gritted his teeth, shaking his head in rapid denial, but the pressure building up in his body exploded and he cried out wretchedly. The strength and magnitude of his release exploded through his body, robbing the strength from his legs. His knees buckled and if he had not been held there by the immensely tall Craig, he would have collapsed to his knees with the very force of it.

Feeling the warm wetness that slowly seeped through the cloth at D’s crotch, Kuan Yin pulled away with a very satisfied grin. With dispassionate eyes he watched as D’s face crumpled. He felt no regret at what he had done, rather he felt alive, invigorated for the first time in forever. Killing had always given him an earth shattering rush, but it was nothing compared to the satisfaction he felt now as he watched D weep silently.

He raised the hand he had used to fondle D and brought it up to his nose. He inhaled the musky sent of his seed and shuddered in ecstasy. Once, then again, his hips shooting forward as he came without even touching himself. His knees buckled and he was forced to grab onto D to keep himself from falling. He rested his head against D’s quivering torso and the scent of his come was stronger now as the wet stain spread. It set off another shotgun orgasm that left him shaking and weak in the knees.

Craig’s voice floated to him as if over a very long distance. “Boss, Boss! Are you alright?” To his credit, he still held D trapped in a secure hold, though judging from the blank look on the smaller man’s face, he wouldn’t be putting up much of a fight. Shock and the drugs had finally taken their toll.

“I’m fine,” he managed, pushing himself to his feet. “In fact, I’m better than fine. I’ve never felt this good in my fucking life and that’s no lie.”

When he felt capable of moving without his knees buckling, Kuan Yin leaned forward and whispered into D’s ear, “Was it good for you, too?”

Without a word, D closed his eyes and turned his head away. Thin shoulders shook uncontrollably and his chest hitched as he struggled to find his breath.

“Hey, you two, leave that woman alone!”

Three heads turned toward the sound of this new voice, so full of righteous indignation. There, at the mouth of the alley stood a young Oriental man in a black suit. His hair, which at first appeared short, was pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. His hands knotted into fists at his side and his face was red with angry righteousness.

Craig released his hold on D, who slumped forward, and pulled a knife from a hidden sheath in the inner pocket of his leather vest. It wasn’t nearly as big or impressive as Kuan Yin’s monster Italian stiletto but a small knife would kill a person just as dead as a large one.

Kuan Yin caught hold of D before he could even think of breaking away, and yanked him back to his feet, ignoring the pained moan as his broken arm was jarred as he was pulled into a crushing one-armed bear hug.

“This don’t concern the likes of you, little boy.” Kuan Yin snarled. “So why don’t you just fuck off and mind your own business.”

The new arrival strode into the alley, head down and body tense. “I’m afraid I can’t do that.” His eyes flicked toward D and a brief flash of surprised recognition crossed his face only to be replaced by grim determination.

“God damned little pup!” Kuan Yin turned to face the intruder fully for the first time, stiletto flashing blue-silver in the night. “Wait a minute…”

He pulled back for a moment then squinted at the young man, his dangerous smile playing along his lips. “I know you,” he muttered. “You’re Jin Li, the bastard street urchin that geezer Sung took in all those years ago.”

The young man was visibly taken aback by this statement. A flood of emotions swum across his face in quick succession – confusion, sorrow, then finally rage. “And how do you know me, ruffian?”

“By name only, pup.” Kuan Yin admitted. “But I knew your father very well. I was, after all, with him when he died.”

Jin Li’s face worked as his rage took over. With a wordless cry, he surged forward, fist raised. But before he could reach his target, Kuan Yin shoved D forward roughly, directly at the young man. D staggered a few paces then stumbled as his foot snagged on one of the many fissure-like cracks along the cement. Caught off guard, Jin Li caught him by the shoulders and quickly lowered him to the ground next to an overflowing trashcan.

“You okay?” he husked.

D, unable to find his voice, nodded then winced. His face, still covered in blood, was pale and drawn.

“I’ll get you out of here soon,” Jin Li whispered fiercely. “I promise.”

Kuan Yin sheathed his stiletto then turned and yelled to his companion. “Take care of them, Craig.”

Craig blinked in bullish surprise, “But what about you?” He demanded. His voice was sullen and petulant as he cast a distrustful glance towards the stranger.

“Don’t you worry about me and just do as you’re told, asshole.”

Obediently Craig lumbered toward Jin Li, knife high and at the ready.

Catching movement from the corner of his eye, Jin Li straightened and turned to face his oncoming opponent, his reactions fast as lightning. Taking a few steps forward to meet the red haired man, he then planted his feet shoulder’s width apart, stepped forward with his knee bent then simultaneously he shifted his weight forward and lifted his back leg high, snapping it forward with as much strength and speed as he could muster.

The kick, which was delivered with such speed and precision, caught Craig completely by surprise. Unable to stop his own forward momentum in time to avoid it, he recoiled as Jin Li’s foot caught him high in his right shoulder. He grunted in pain and dropped his knife. It bounced along the ground and slid under one of the massive trash containers. Now, weaponless, Craig stood there, one arm gripping his injured shoulder, uncertain of how to proceed.

Jin Li smiled at the other man, really little more than a fierce baring of teeth. “Not that we’re even, why don’t you show me what you’ve got, huh?” he taunted with a contemptuous ‘come hither’ gesture.

“What in hell are you waiting for, Craig?” Kuan Yin roared, “You’re not at a fucking dance hall! Get him!”

Spurned on by his leader’s words, Craig rushed forward, fist raised. Unfortunately, while he may or may not have had some skill wielding a knife, it soon became quite apparent that he, unlike Jun Li, had next to no knowledge or experience when it came to street fighting let alone martial arts. In a matter of seconds, Craig was down on the ground, moaning in pain and barely conscious from a series of lightning fast punches that caught him in the face and along the temples.

“God damn it!” Kuan Yin yelled. His face was a red mask of fury. He raised one arm and pointed defiantly at Jin Li, “This isn’t over between us,” he yelled. He whirled around and disappeared into the darkness, his footfalls ringing hollowly down the ally.

Jin Li raced forward, “Hey, wait! Come back here, you!” But before he could reach the end of the alley, he heard a car engine roaring to life. With a scream of a powerful engine and a sweep of headlights, Kuan Yin was gone.

“Damn it!” In a fury, Jin Li kicked an overflowing garbage can, tipping it over and spilling garbage onto the already littered ground. His shoulders slumped in defeat. Slowly, he walked back to where he had left D.

“We better get out of here before he decides to come back with reinforcements,” He muttered darkly, and held his hand out to the other man.

“Thank you,” D murmured quietly and clasped Jin Li’s hand with his uninjured hand and allowed the other man to pull him to his feet.

“Hey, are you hurt?” Jin Li broke off feeling like a complete idiot. The man had blood covering his face, his neck, and the front of his outfit and he was asking if he was hurt. “I mean, are you hurt anywhere badly?”

“My arm…”

“Here, let me take a look at it.” Jin Li reached out and took hold of his arm, accidentally grabbing where the bone had been broken. The pain was incredible, huge as D felt the broken ends of the bone grind together.

“No, don’t-”

This was all D managed to say before the combination of pain, trauma and drugs finally dragged him into darkness.


TO BE CONTINUED…