Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner

DISCLAIMER: I don\'t own the show, manga, or anything affiliated with Pet Shop of
Horrors.

NOTES: This is my first ever PSOH fic, so I\'m a little nervous about sharing it.
9 times outta 10, I don\'t let anyone ever see my first go when entering a new
fandom. So please, be gentle when you decide to start casting stones in my
general direction ^_^ I would, however, love to hear some feedback on it.
Criticism is a writer\'s life-blood, and their most deadly poison. Hey, look at
me, little miss thrill seeker here! *snerk*

WARNINGS: OOC, obviously... well, maybe not. I guess it all depends on the
stance you\'re viewing it from. *cocks her head* Oooo... isn\'t that pretty?
*cough* anyway.... This is also, obviously a PWP, so that means lots of dirty
sex! Sex, sex, sex! Yes! >_< Touchy, feely, gropey, licky, sucky! Oh, and,
there\'s also inappropriate usage of every-day items... *giggles and tries to
look innocent* And, as the final warning, there\'s lots of naughty language in
here. Like \"fuck\". \"Fuck\" is such a useful word, isn\'t it? So expressive. Fuck,
fuck, fuckity, fuck fuck. Kind of like COCKpit. That\'s a word that should be
used more often. Who wouldn\'t want to use a lovely word like COCKpit, on a
regular basis?

Yea, ok, I\'m shutting up now. Please read and enjoy. ^_^



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Real love is a foreign concept to the wicked, the self-righteous, narcissistic,
and far-too-prideful people of the world. They all lack the ability stop from
focusing completely on themselves and their desires, to truly see what mental and spiritual peace could offer them. Their selfish ways would lead them no where, except to an early grave, where they could lay in the cold earth, eternally alone.

These sort of people were so irritating, so difficult to handle, and exactly
Count D\'s cup of hypothetical tea. For wasn\'t that the business he was in? Love and Dreams? To teach these poor souls lessons about life, and about themselves?

D sighed as he refilled his tea cup. What was that lovely little phrase he had heard so often, that so many of those more enlightened people he was surrounded by on this planet used?

You should practice what you preach.

Ah, yes. That was the one. Such a wonderful grouping of pronouns, verbs, and sentence structure. It was both wise advice, and shameful accusation wrapped up in a pretty little line, topped off with a commanding period, or exclamation point if the writer so desired. It could bring epiphany, or insult, depending on the reader. And at the moment, D found himself within conflict as he repeated the words over in his mind.

Practice what you preach....

Practice what? The ways of love? That was not his purpose, not his goal here. He was there, running his pet shop, in the hopes of bringing light to the otherwise closed off mind. He was a teacher, a guide to those who had lost their way on the road to understanding. That was all. Just a gentle shove towards the right direction.

He wasn\'t supposed to have any of the covetous envy he found bubbling within his stomach, when one of his sales went wonderfully.

He never begrudged his customers. Never. He was genuinely happy for them, on the border of ecstatic, but still.... Still, there was this sense of gnawing deep in the pits of his belly, ripping him apart piece by little piece, with each smiling face he saw. This only served to bring him guilt as he looked upon the bright, innocent faces of the many children coming and going through his door.

The children. All the Gods in Heaven, help him, he envied them the most.

They were so simple, so full of sinless light, it nearly blinded him on a daily basis. There lay so much hope in youth, so many things that life had not destroyed for them; so many dreams filling them to the brim, until they
overflowed. If anyone, they understood love the best, and they were the easiest to make happy.

They had yet to know the pains they would endure, due to the harsh realities that living would force on them. They didn\'t understand the agony heartache could cause, or the tears they would cry.

D wanted that for himself. Above anything he so desired, far surpassing his duty to bring to realization a person\'s faults and show them the right way, he wanted that love that only the children seemed to fathom and possess so easily.

The tea cup shook in his hand, the fine porcelain clicking together in an almost musical note as his brows drew down, and he sucked in his bottom lip.

This was not right. Nothing had ever felt so incorrect. This was not his place, to desire the paradise of mortal man. As much as he adored them all, each and every soul, D had always considered himself in a place above them. He was detached and surreal, nothing at all like them in terms of emotion.

But here he was, clawing at the blackness that surrounded his mind like every desperate, drowning man out there.

When had he become so human? And why, like nearly every human out there, could he not understand what he felt? He knew what he wanted, but couldn\'t seem to understand why. He didn\'t deal well with confusion, did not like being out of control of his own heart. It hurt, so horribly much, and it terrified him to no end. For if he could not control his own wants, his own desires, then what good could he be to those who suffered the same?

He had never known a single soul as confused and tormented about his feelings, other than....

D nearly smiled, as that face flooded into his mind like a picture on a movie screen.

Leon Orcot. Loud, obnoxious, unpredictable, and quite possibly the most
unwittingly charming man the Count had ever met. His brash, rough nature brought about so many questions: What was he like as a child? What were his real interests, the ones he would never show publicly? What were his favorite foods? Smells? Color? What really went on inside his head, when he was alone in his apartment, with only the night shadows to give him company?

D closed his eyes and leaned into his chair, allowing a sweet image to filter into his imagination. Leon was laying there, tangled beneath a set of off-white, linen sheets. His bare chest was rising and falling slowly, nearly on the verge of peaceful slumber, as one arm lay across his eyes, the other stretched out beside him. What would he be thinking then, just before sleep snuck upon him, and carried him into the world of dreams? A case? What to do the next day? A pretty girl he had walked past on the street? Or maybe...

The Count closed his eyes a little tighter, a small flutter tickling inside his
chest.

Maybe the Detective was thinking of him, wondering the same things D had, wanting so desperately to break past the barriers and really see what was inside. Maybe he wanted to know the same things D did... what his favorite color was, his favorite smells, his favorite foods.... Maybe, he wanted..... Something a little more than.... this desire.

Finely manicured nails slipped between locks of silken black, the fingers
knotting the hair as they tightened into a fist, and a soft, helpless whimper
rose on the air.

There was so much desire inside of him, so strong he could scarcely contain it. He felt ready to burst, unable to hold it all within himself. How could one body host such a maelstrom of emotion, of want, of blinding need, and not simply combust? It went beyond all physical law, and the ache it left behind in his soul was almost too much for him to bear.

D arched his body, his chest pushed out as his other hand joined the first in tugging at his front locks of hair, and he drew a single knee up, sliding his inner thighs against one another.

His flesh felt hot, and he imagined it would surely catch aflame, should it come into contact with the flesh another. His no other.

He was lost, caught on the current of raging emotion and salacity as it swam through his veins.

So many times had he flung himself into it, like this. D let out a soft, wistful
moan, as his neck bent and his head lay over the back of his chair. He squirmed in the seat, legs alternately lifting and sliding back down, stoking the fire a little higher, a little hotter.

He could very nearly feel it, the soft tendrils of golden hair, laying over a
rough, cleanly cut face, as blue eyes glared down at him. A body, almost as hot as his own, would press down upon him with a startling weight, pinning him to clean sheets, compressing him between hard lines and soft mattress stuffing. The contrast would sting at his skin, and he would gasp, arching upwards - as he was doing now - wanting more of that painful difference.

And Leon would pant along with him, grinding their desirous bodies together in a primal, animal rhythm. His sweat would trickle down, splatter against D\'s milky white skin, and burn into it like lava. Calloused fingers would touch him harshly, pinching his chin and forcing a kiss from his passion-swollen lips. They would grope him shamelessly, scouring across his soft flesh like gravel, leaving reddened marks in their wake. Leon would handle him like the brusque man he was.

Leon was....

D arched a little harder, his whimpered cry carrying on the air like a howling Demon in Hell, and he slid his splayed fingers and flattened palms down his silk clad chest and stomach. His spine curled as he lifted his hips as well, and in a movement more suited to a snake, he gyrated into the air, into his fantasy.

\"...D?\"

His name.. spoken in a choked whisper, confused, lost...

The Count\'s eyes shot open, and he flopped back properly into his seat, sitting ramrod straight, staring across the dimly lit room. Even wider, startled blue eyes stared right back at him, as loose fingers released the gentle grip they had on a gift-wrapped box of chocolates. The candies slipped, and landed to the floor with a soft \'clunk\'.

Neither man moved, or even acknowledged the sound. Time seemed to stand still, and D was afraid to breathe, lest the sound startle his longing, and cause him to retreat like the frightened animal he was currently imitating.

Worry, and hysteria, began to coil in the Count\'s stomach, making the muscles tight and his chest pinch. He need not wonder how much Leon had seen. The look on his face was indication of that; He had seen enough.

The minutes stretched as they kept their eyes connected, millions of unspoken questions passing between the two. D feared, feared so very much, that Leon, his friend, his Keiji-san would.... Well, there were so many things that the man could do, and all of them felt so wrong to him. But, beneath his fright, a little voice spoke in streams inside his head. It taunted, played, and teased, reminding D of the most valuable lesson he had learned thus far.

You should practice what you preach.

Hadn\'t he always told his customers, those hungry for love and passion, to not fear or be ashamed of what they wanted? Unanswered desperation only led to despair, and continued longing. The \'what if\'s\' and \'should have\'s\' left blackened scars on the hearts of man, reminding them that the past could not be changed no matter how hard they tried.

This was a moment of clarity, where D was forced to decide whether or not he was to fall into the category of those who questioned their actions and choices once the now became the past.

He was forced to decide whether or not this was a risk worth taking. And
normally, he would have tried to rectify it, to forget it had even occurred, for
surely his Detective would be disgusted should it go on, should he actually do something about it.

But... then again...

Leon had been standing there for goodness knew how long, watching him fantasize, watching him as he cried out wantonly. He had been touching himself through the silk of his cheongsam, pushing his hips outward in sinful offering; he had nearly....

\"Leon.....\" D whispered huskily, giving in to what most could not, and reclined back against his chair, lifting his arms to grasp the soft cushioning beside his head, elbows bent above him. He slunk downward, and his legs spread the smallest bit, wanting, craving... inviting.

Leon\'s eyes grew a little wider, then narrowed, as a telltale glaze began to
spread over them.

D had never seen a grown man move so quickly. Leon had crossed the room in three long strides, his eyes blazing, determination written all over his handsome face. He stood between the Count\'s spread legs, glaring down at him with a feral passion, and D couldn\'t help himself.

He moaned, long and loud, turning his face to nuzzle against his arm as his eyes closed, and he thrust his hips upward as before. Leon was so close to him, he could feel the body heat through his silk pants, hard and unmoving as an island. Heaven save him, he wanted that body. He whimpered pathetically, his fingernails digging into the chair back, closing his eyes a little tighter as his desire began to burn triumphantly through him once again.

Leon watched him, his mouth dry, lips drawn in a tight line. D was exquisite; exotic beauty splayed out before him as though he were an offering, a virgin sacrificed to jealous Gods. He was practically pulsating, curling his hips up off the chair, the silk of his clothing brushing against his denim clad thighs. And the sounds... Hell could never hope to duplicate this sort of temptation.

The Detective made a deep, growling sound in the back of his throat, and fell to his knees.

\"Keiji-san!\" D gasped out, when the first touch was made. Leon had gripped him, hard, his teeth biting into his skin through the thin material of his cheongsam. Hands, as rough as D had imagined they would be, pinched and pushed at his sides, bringing the material up to bunch at his hips and across his ribcage. It would wrinkle terribly, but he couldn\'t bring himself to care.

He cared about nothing, except the musky smell of man surrounding his already overloading senses.

Leon growled in response, his hands gentling a little as they slipped down D\'s sides to catch his hips, stilling them in mid air. D let out a breathy sigh,
resting his hands on the chair arms, curling his spine a little further outward as Leon pressed firm kisses to his satin covered belly. Long, black lashes
fluttered open, and he glanced down to the blonde head that was bowing over him. He felt his stomach twist with longing, and he chewed his lower lip to keep himself from pleading his need out loud.

The blonde man made his way upwards, his teeth burying themselves momentarily in certain places, until he reached D\'s chest. With a talent the Count never thought he possessed, Leon immediately found one of his nipples, and descended upon it like a starving animal. He bit at it, licked it, pushed against it through his cheongsam, wetting the material with his saliva, making it sting from his attentions. D whimpered and ground his teeth together, long fingers burying themselves in Leon\'s hair, pressing him closer, desperate to make the hurt stop, but refusing to let it go. It was such a confused, complicated emotion. Pain had never felt so good.

D let out a mewling sob, sucking in a quick breath to hold the tears back. He had never imagined such a simple thing could bring so much intensity.

Almost immediately, those unforgiving nips and bites moved up to his slim
throat, latching onto him with a desperate fierceness, and D finally cried out in lost, confused passion. Leon sucked on his skin, taking in the fire and heat that rolled from his body, and swallowed it into his belly where it could fester and purify him. Long legs curled upwards and around his hips as dark, lavender nails dug into his denim clad back.

Their bodies rolled, pushed against one another, grinding in a savage imitation. Scalding breaths passed over barely exposed skin, making their pores sweat and their muscles ache. The need they both felt was agonizing, bringing forth trembling, wasted hearts.

The pounding in their ears was painful. The blood being forced through their veins could very easily kill them. And all they could think was that they wanted more.

Much more.

\"Keiji---\" The word ended in a high pitched whimper, as the closures on D\'s
cheongsam were ripped apart by a forceful hand, exposing his pale, slim torso to the stuffy air inside the pet shop. Leon exhaled heavily across his body, his blue eyes wide in awed disbelief for just a moment, before he slid his palms across that frail looking chest, just as D had done to himself mere minutes before. The calluses scratched at him, stung against his already erect nipples, and he couldn\'t help but wince.

Leon glanced up in time to see it, and his face twisted into a feral grimace.
With a growl better associated with some of the darker beasts kept inside D\'s shop, he threw his arms around the Count\'s waist, and pulled him from the chair to straddle his lap on the floor.

\"Ah, fuck...\" Leon mumbled as he buried his face into D\'s shoulder, his teeth and lips marking the soft skin, tasting the unique flavor, letting it roll
across his tongue, \"How the fuck-\" He punctuated his word with a rough roll of his hips, bringing their heated arousals into harsh contact.

D cried out, tossing his head back, hair spreading out and falling gracefully back down as Leon sunk his teeth in a little harder than he had expected. On impulse, his long nails dug into the American\'s shoulders, threatening to bend and break at any given moment. Leon didn\'t seem to notice, or didn\'t care. It only seemed to feed his animal qualities, drawing them out, baiting them; daring them to show the Count what Leon could really do to him.

The Detective growled loudly, more of a shout than anything, and D suddenly found himself flat on his back, most of the wind forced from his lungs. Leon had removed him from his lap with a rough shove, and immediately ripped his coat from his shoulders and arms, flinging it carelessly across the room. Without seeming care that D was gasping and panting, trying to retrieve his lost breath, Leon grasped his upper legs and drug the Count back to him, situating his buttocks atop his folded thighs.

\"What the fuck... are you doing to me?\" Leon hissed between clenched teeth as his eyes, blue like fire, burned a path across D\'s exposed body. The flames licked at him, stung the Count in thousands of places, making his skin flush and tingle. It was so hot, so sweltering, he could swear his inner self was simply boiling.

\"Leon... Keiji-san... Please, don\'t stop...\" D whimpered as the observation went on too long for his tastes, and he rubbed his inner thighs across Leon\'s hips in an effort to make him move, blink, take a breath, anything. Anything, as long as it involved more contact, more heat.

Leon continued to stare, and D felt suddenly cold.

\"Leo-o-o-on.... Please!\" D whined as he curled his spine upwards, his backside slipping easily over the Detective\'s denim clad thighs and up towards something that he could only describe as Heaven.

Leon choked, his fingers curling into D\'s hips to make him stop as his perfectly shaped, silk covered behind ground into his arousal. D gasped loudly as it connected with the cleft of his ass, and spread his legs a little wider, bracing his feet on the floor. That had felt so good, he simply needed more.

There was no way he would go the night without it, now.

\"D... shit, D, stop...\" Leon panted along with the gyrating Chinese man, his
hands gripping tighter to his hips, but making no effort to stop his sultry
moves. There was no will power in him to do so, and all he had were his words, hissed and breathed out heavily, and he new that they were only words. Just words, no conviction behind them. It felt so good, having that perfect little bottom rubbing against him like a Vegas stripper\'s lap dance, promising him tight, wet ecstasy.

That\'s what D was projecting to him right now. A pretty little whore, glittering like gold dust in neon lighting, begging him to take him over the edge and into nirvana.

D was begging him...

Leon made a guttural sound deep within his chest, and pushed against D in turn, the pressure an almost unbearable sting against his cock. The Count wailed in joy, rocking back into the harsh thrusts, feeling his Detective push at his opening through the silk of his pants. Suddenly, all air was once again seized from his lungs, and he nearly sat straight up as Leon\'s rough, questing hand, rubbed over his arousal.

Leon felt his member pulse when D\'s eyes shot open, that perfectly painted mouth dropping open as he struggled to breathe. The Count\'s cock felt like stone beneath his palm, hot and alive. The sounds coming from D had stopped, and his body was strung as tight as a bow, almost ready to snap. He found himself fascinated, and hopelessly lost as he watched the pleasure play across that pretty face. D was beautiful like this, caught up in his passion, barely able to hold onto himself while Leon manipulated his body.

There was so much power in dominance. It thrilled and raced through his veins like quick silver, and he knew instantly that he was hooked.

He was addicted to D\'s body, his voice, and the smell of his sex. He was
addicted to being able to control it all. The look that crossed his own face was nothing short of feral.

\"Leon!\" D finally managed to scream, as he felt his orgasm begin to rise to
fruition. This was too much, far too much, and he knew he couldn\'t hold on for long. There was a short sense of guilt that it should be over so soon, that he would not be able to feel his Detective buried within his body as he came, but that feeling was quickly swept away as Leon\'s words began to breach through the rushing in his ears.

\"...so hot, D. You\'re so fucking hot like that...\"

D shut his eyes tightly, and bit into his bottom lip, a desperate cry making
it\'s way out of his mouth somehow.

\"Come on... Scream for me, baby...\"

He was helpless as those words left Leon\'s lips. Those words... who knew words alone could invoke such a feeling? D\'s eye lids closed tighter, tears falling from the corners as his mouth opened wide, a screeching wail tearing his throat to shreds as he felt his come surge up through his sack and into his shaft.

Leon\'s own eyes grew wide, when he realized what was happening. He could feel the throb beneath his hand, see the spots of moisture as they darkened the color of the silk below him. D was screaming, trembling, calling out his name in wild abandon. D was coming, and coming hard.

Panic swept through him. This was too soon, it wasn\'t supposed to happen like this. There was no way he was giving up this chance with D. No way in fucking Hell.

Immediately, he released the Count\'s cock, and scooted backwards, panting like an Olympic sprinter.

D voice was shrill as he sobbed, his limbs feeling like they were set upon
molten metal when he felt his stimuli suddenly disappear. He was so close, the orgasm demanding it be allowed to release, torturing his body in ways he had never thought possible. He whimpered like a pathetic, abused beast, as he felt the come burn inside his cock, slowly slipping from the edge and back down.

His eyes opened to slits, swimming with tears as he raised his head, staring at Leon. How could he do this?

D moved closer to the blond, squirming to gain more of the contact. Leon grabbed him by the knees, and quickly shook his head \'no\'.

\"Leon, please!\" D very nearly shouted as he struggled to make it past the strong hold on him, \"I need it, God, please!\"

Leon half smiled, and very gently slipped his hand down D\'s throat and chest, caressing him in a soothing way, \"Shhh. Calm down, baby. Let it go.\"

D whimpered, closing his eyes again. That soft touch felt like an abrasion
against him, a terrible tease of the things those hands could really do.

\"God damn, Count...\" Leon whispered as he lay over D, being extremely careful to not bring their lower bodies into contact, as he placed soft little kisses across that pale throat. D turned his head to the side, allowing him greater access, as he tried to calm his breathing. Leon moved his hand gently downward, trailing it across the taut, lower abdomen, and D hissed between his teeth.

\"Damn... you are ready, aren\'t you?\"

D managed to give him a withering look, and Leon just chuckled. With a quick kiss to his collar bone, Leon bent himself back, reaching for something.

\"What are you doing!?\" D demanded, his patience reaching its frazzled end at a quick rate. He had never though of Leon as such a cruel intentioned tease, and he found that he wasn\'t enjoying it one little bit. He tried to content himself, however, with taking in the view of his Detective\'s body.

He was still fully clothed, but... The way his shirt was clinging to the hard
lines of his body... Leon wasn\'t thin, but was a far cry from muscular. The only word that came to mind was \'sinew\'.

And suddenly, he was facing forward once more, and D\'s eyes widened in surprise.

Leon was holding the gift wrapped box of candies, and was carefully slipping the ribbon out of it\'s pretty little bow.

\"Keiji-san?\"

Leon grinned at him, and set the now bow-less box next to them on the floor.

\"Leon, what are you - ah!\" D peeped as he felt the sticky silk of his pants
begin to slide down over his hips, and his still throbbing erection sprang free. That simple slip of soft cloth had his blood burning all over again, and a thick drop of pre-cum eased it\'s way from the top of his cock to dribble on his belly. Leon stared, again amazed at the beauty he revealed. D was completely pale, clean shaven and smooth, like a prepubescent child. It was a gorgeous sight.

\"Stay still.\" He said in a far too cheerful way as he knelt over D\'s thighs, the
piece of satin ribbon pinched between his fingertips. He stilled for a moment, staring down at the shaft that lay before him, near purple, filled with blood and want. D watched his face carefully, a sudden fear that Leon was changing his mind about this all clouding through his soul. That fear was soon struck down when the Detective bent forward, and swiped his tongue across the little spot of precum on D\'s tummy, the side of it grazing over the head of his erection.

\"Aah!\" D gasped, his cock twitching in whole hearted agreement. He glared at the American through half closed eyes, finding a smug smile on his lips.

\"Didn\'t want to get the ribbon messed up.... at least, not yet.\"

Slowly, carefully, Leon slipped the length of ribbon under D\'s shaft, letting
the soft cloth slide over his heated skin, all the way down to the base. Just as gently, he wrapped it around the base once, pulling it tight as he crossed the lines in a careful knot. He moved the slack downwards, and with a concentrated touched, he lifted the Count\'s testicles, and wrapped the ribbon twice around them, and his hard-on.

D hissed, his fingernails digging into the plush carpeting as Leon tied the knot snugly, the ribbon biting the littlest bit into his skin; enough to irritate,
but not really hurt. He breathed heavily, enough to send white spots dancing across his vision as the sensation overwhelmed him.

It was tight. Very tight, and excruciatingly intense. He managed to look down his body, eyeing Leon\'s handiwork.

His cock was pulled up from his belly, standing nearly straight up into the air, his balls pushed almost as high. The color of them both was a startling thing; the blood pulsing beneath a superficial barrier of flesh, making it throb and beat like a metronome. The ribbon, the color of emeralds, was in stark contrast to his enflamed skin. He looked like a gift, waiting to be opened and played with.

He whimpered, and his head fell back to the floor with a soft \'thump\'. Leon\'s hand felt cool as it stroked across his flushed forehead, pushing some of his hair back and out of his face.

\"Too much?\" he asked, concern and something like morbid curiosity in his voice. D managed to shake his head in a negative motion, desperately trying to calm his breathing. It was a little painful, yes, but too much, no.

\"Cool...\" Leon mumbled, and watched as his hand tracked back down the Count\'s belly, his fingertips ghosting over the lines of his restrained shaft.

\"Aaah!\" D squealed, automatic response bringing his legs up in an effort to push his knees together, to retreat from the touch even when his body thrilled to the stinging sensation. Leon drew his hand quickly away, staring at D\'s flushed cheeks as the man sucked down great gulps of air. When nothing else was said, nothing to indicate displeasure, and the Count\'s body relaxed, he returned to his exploration full on.

D swore he saw stars. Little black, white, and green stars, dancing a ballet
across his eyes as the world imploded, the touch on his cock the center of a black hole he was quickly being sucked into. His completion returned, singing praises to the one who was drawing it out, urging upwards once more.

Only to scream in agony as it found itself blocked, locked away inside his body, and pushed back down.

\"Leon... it hurts!\"

\"Shhh... it\'ll be ok. Do you want me to stop?\"

He felt wrung out, spread far too thin and forced to endure and suffer. His
balls ached and his cock throbbed in paced agony. Did he want Leon to stop?

\"No... don\'t stop. Never stop...\"

Leon shifted his body to lay along side D\'s shivering form, and he placed gentle kisses across his shoulder as his fingertips continued their soft exploration of the lines of the trapped erection, \"Tell me when you\'re close...\" he whispered.

\"Now, Keiji-san! Now!\"

Leon settled his weight onto his elbow, and fully gripped D\'s cock. The Count sucked in a tight breath, and his frame went rigid. The trembling increased tenfold, and Leon swore the poor guy would burst a blood vessel.

But he never came.

With a grin, he swept his fingers up and off of his soon-to-be-lover\'s member, and leaning forward to press their foreheads together, he curled his hand with D\'s, \"Very good. What do you say we get this show on the road?\"

D took large gulps of air, swallowing away the dryness in his throat, and
managed a nod. With his eyes closed, he nearly began to sob as he felt his
aching body suddenly pulled from the floor, and lifted into the air. Leon held
him tightly against his chest, one hand braced at his back, the other under his bent knees.

\"You gotta show me where your room is.\"

\"Hmm?\" D\'s eyes barely opened, looking beyond tired. Leon huffed, the breath he
expelled ruffling his bangs.

\"You\'re room, Count. I don\'t think you\'d want your customers to walk in on
this?\"

D moaned gently, and buried his face into Leon\'s neck. With an absent wave of his hand, he pointed towards one of the doors on the left, and Leon quickly headed for it. He\'d be damned if he didn\'t get to have D as soon as possible. He just hoped getting to the bedroom didn\'t involve needing a map and a compass.

Thankfully, neither of those were needed, as it was only a short hallway leading to a single, double-door room. Leon, in his normal way, kicked the door open, both of them banging against the walls. He felt D wince, but the man said nothing at all.

Taking in the sheer splendor of D\'s room took all of three seconds for Leon. His lust hazed brain hardly noticed the antique furnishings, such as the beautiful, hand carved vanity, or cherry wood wardrobe. His feet didn\'t feel the soft, almost bouncy carpeting as he stalked across the wide expanse. His eyes never took in the dim lighting from the traditional Chinese lanterns hanging from the ceiling, or the cool blue of the early moon spilling in from the paned glass windows.

His newly formed tunnel vision was focused solely on one thing: the king-sized bed placed on the opposite side of the room.

Shuffling the Count\'s body in his grip, Leon swiped out his now free hand to push back the gauzy curtains, and dumped his precious load onto the soft mattress. D bounced a little, and glared up at Leon with a sharp wince of pain as his trapped cock bounced along with him. His irritation quickly fled, however, as he watched Leon yank his old t-shirt over his head, and whip it across the room.

The American was, for lack of a better term, amazing. His fair skin was slightly flushed, and just beginning to glitter with a fine sheen of sweat. The muscles carried over into each other in arching waves, knitting together perfectly. Not a spare inch was wasted.

D\'s eyes wandered down the planes of his chest and stomach, mentally counting the toned six-pack, and greedily drinking in all the lines and planes. He nearly smiled as he noticed the definition of Leon\'s hip bones, peeking out from under the waste band of his blue jeans. His mouth watered, and he licked his lips.

Leon caught the sight with hooded eyes, and he couldn\'t help but grin.
Devilishly slow, he flipped open the button of his pants, and pulled on the
edges of the fly, forcing the zipper down. Leaving them open, he drew his hands up his abdomen and chest, up to his neck and around to the tie on his pony tail. He pulled the band off, and ran his fingers through his hair, tilting his head back. He let his lips part the smallest bit, and exhaled.

D whimpered, and pulled himself up onto his knees. With shaking hands, he reached out, sliding his palms over Leon\'s sides, letting his fingertips dip
down into the open waist of his jeans. With little effort, the loose denim slid
down over the American’s slim hips, dragging with it the comfortable pair of
boxer shorts. D’s eyes shot downward, taking in the site with greedy eyes.

Leon was… magnificent. Cut, and hard, nearly pressing against his belly.

The blonde man brought his face down, and pushed the hair from D\'s face, tilting his chin upwards. The Count felt a rushed surge of excitement speed through his veins as it occurred to him. Leon was going to kiss him.

They had come this far... Leon had touched him practically everywhere, stroking intimate places on him that sent shivers down his spine... his lips and tongue had traveled across his body... He kneeled before him, nude from head to toe, unashamed and wanton... and yet, this one prospect, of being so intimate with this man to let their lips meet...

If his heart could leap from his chest, it would have.

\"Leon...\" The name whispered from his lips, a soft breath of air across Leon\'s face, moments before they met. D inhaled sharply through his nose, and his eye lids dropped closed. He wrapped his slender arms about Leon\'s shoulders, and they tipped back, the Detective\'s body blanketing his, the warmth they gave off enclosing them in their sweet embrace.

Leon\'s lips were surprisingly soft and gentle; even romantic, if D dared to
think about it enough. They moved across his in sweet strokes, coaxing him to submission, and he gladly gave in. With a whimpered mewl, he opened his mouth, and swallowed his Detective down.

The flavor of Leon\'s mouth was exquisite; everything D had dreamed of, and never expected. The sweet taste of some unknown pastry lingered somewhere, along with the bite of black coffee. Hovering through that was the sting of cheap tobacco, dominating his lips and teeth. But underneath all that was the single most wonderful thing D had ever known - The pure taste of Leon Orcot.

So taken with all the sensations, D almost didn\'t notice the moment when Leon pulled gently away. Blue eyes looked down over flushed cheeks, fine hair that was spread around the Count\'s crown like a halo. He felt such a strong pull within him, a tenderness he could not describe, as his calloused fingertips reached upward to push sweat slicked hair from D\'s warm brow. He really was beautiful like this.

\"D...\" the single letter was nothing more than a puff of breath, warm and kind against the Count\'s lips as Leon pressed their foreheads together. Leon\'s hands framed D\'s cheeks as he rest on his elbows, and he breathed in the moment as deeply as he could. D sighed gently below him, his own hands running comfortingly up and down his Detective\'s forearms. Both men tilted at the same
moment, their mouths meeting gentler than they had before. This time, their kissing was not the desperate, drowning need. It was everything the other ever felt, ever dreamed of feeling.

It brought tears to D\'s eyes, and Leon could never admit the same.

The kisses remained soft, passionately chaste, as Leon slid to lay along D\'s side, holding him close. His warm hands petted across even warmer skin, down shoulders and arms, rounding a firm hip to cup and knead a toned buttock. D moaned softly into Leon\'s open mouth, scooting himself closer as Leon\'s hand remained on his behind, the little circles he massaged into his skin becoming wider, stronger. Leon\'s hand casually slipped down to grip D\'s thigh, and pulled it over his hip, bringing their ignored erections into startling contact.

The effect was electrifying.

D hissed sharply, tossing his had back, breaking their kisses as he thrust
forward, the sting against his cock close to unbearable. The blood had been trapped so long it was something akin to pain, and he felt burning tears beneath his eye lids. Leon gave a desperate sound of his own, mouthing at the Count\'s exposed throat, and rolled onto his back.

D panted, bracing himself atop Leon\'s thighs, hands splayed across the
Detective\'s chest. His eyes were wide, the pupils dilated, and his mouth hung open with each breathy cry.

\"Keiji... san?\" D breathed, struggling to keep himself upright, and from coming apart at the seams. Leon grinned up at him, trailing his fingertips up and down D\'s thighs, making gooseflesh rise.

\"Don\'t worry. I just want to watch you.\"

D\'s brow pinched in the middle, \"What are you- Ah!\" His sentence was effectively cut off as one of Leon\'s hands tickled at the lines of his hard-on, sending icy shivers down his spine. All words were forgotten as he tilted his head back, and let the sensations speak for him.

Leon chewed his lower lip, resisting the primal urge to buck his hips upward in an effort to relieve some of his own ache as he watched the glorious sight before him. D was lolling his head from side to side, that pretty black hair swishing along with him. Gone was the elegance that the Count seemed to thrive on; all that was left was unbearable need, articulated by small, whimpered cries, and needy tears rolling down his blushing cheeks.

He hoped to God he could hold himself back from coming right then and there.

\"Leon!\" D managed to cry out, his nails clawing mindlessly at his Detective\'s chest as the blonde man rounded the head of his cock with his thumb, spreading the precious droplets that managed to escape the confines, lubricating the action as best it could. His hand stroked smoother, slipping easily over the skin, gaining speed and changing the angle until D thought his world would tip on it\'s axis and he\'d be lost forever.

All the small sounds he was making gathered together into one long, keening wail, his hips thrusting forward into Leon\'s hand as he arched over him. His tears splashed down onto Leon\'s cheeks, the heat in his body threatening to consume him.

Leon knew it was time.

With an effortless pull of his free hand, he slipped open the bow at the top of D\'s cock, loosening to restriction just enough. The other squeezed at the base, and pushed up.

The eruption was nothing short of ethereal.

D\'s body convulsed, his thighs clamping over Leon\'s as his cock spasmed in his hand. Bloody rivulets tricked down Leon\'s sides when the fingernails broke his skin, but the tiny marks were well worth the outcome. Hot jets of white shot out to him, some reaching far enough to strike his chin, the others painting his chest and belly. D\'s eyes were screwed shut, the tears flowing endlessly as he sobbed his completion in the greatest relief he had ever known.

As quickly as the release had been granted to him, it ceased, and he was left to fall helplessly onto Leon\'s warm, sticky body. Their skin stuck together, the still hot come squishing between them, and he panted heavily against the man\'s chest. His world still spun, the dizziness refusing to release him. He wanted to smile, wanted to cry, wanted to hold the man closer to himself, get up and clean himself off, all at once.

\"You ok?\" Leon asked gently, as his hands skimmed up and down D\'s sweating back. They traced the ridges of his spine, almost curiously, before resuming their tender exploration.

\"Mo-\" D\'s throat constricted, he swallowed, and tried again, \"More than ok, my dear Detective...\" The words were breathy, panting, as D tried to catch his breath. His body continued to relax, his bones turning to butter as he soaked in the warmth and comfort he found there, curled up on his Keiji-san\'s chest and belly.

But there was something that felt.... wrong.

\"Leon?\"

\"Mmm?\" The blonde answered, sounding just as drowsy as D felt. The Count lifted his dark head, viewing his companion through half lidded eyes. Leon looked tired, content, and warm. So where did this feeling come from?

D shifted his body, a ruse to seem like he was trying to be more comfortable, when he found it.

Or rather, felt it.

Leon was still erect, hot and hard, practically pulsing against his backside. The Detective hissed between his teeth, and gripped D\'s shoulders.

\"Keiji-san... you have not finished?\"

Leon opened his eyes, jaw agape, \"What you mean \'you have not finished\'?! I was kind of busy, you know!\"

D blinked at him, completely confused at the Detective\'s annoyed outburst. Was his question really that stupid? Suddenly, he felt his stomach drop, and a great shame spread through him. Without another word, D scooted off, and rolled to the edge of the bed, where he plucked his robe from a hook on the corner bed post. He stood, and drug it over his arms, before Leon finally registered that he was covering himself.

\"D? What the hell? Where are you going?\"

\"I am going to clean up, Keiji-san. I apologize.\"

D continued to fold his robe, as Leon blinked at his back, \"Apologize? What the fuck for?!\"

D\'s shoulders fell, and his head dropped, his fine fingers curling into tight,
ashamed fists. \"I have failed to please you, Leon. I apologize.\"

D let out a sharp, undignified yelp as he was suddenly pulled back, and flung onto the mattress. Leon loomed over him, his brows drawn together in a deep scowl, as he pinned his wrists to the bed.

\"You\'re one stupid fucker, you know that?\"

D was ready with a quick retort, until he felt the burning evidence of Leon\'s persistent arousal sliding over his thigh. His shame swept over him once more, and he turned his face away, flexing his hands in Leon\'s grip.

\"Keiji-san... I have apologized for my lacking duties. Please, let me end this
embarrassment with my dignity somewhat intact.\"

Much to his dismay, Leon did not release him. Instead, the man gave a loud laugh, pressing his forehead to D\'s chest. By the time the fit was through, D was beyond mortified, and Leon had tears in his eyes.

\"D, you\'re one Hell of a trip.\"

Before the Count could ask Leon what he meant, his lips were caught up in another deep kiss, stealing away his words. He wanted to fall into that kiss, forget his failure, but they still lingered in his mind, bit into his pride like wild beasts, and it made him want to crumble. Leon pulled away with an annoyed grunt, and nudged the Count\'s chin with his nose.

\"Hey. Knock it off, man, or you\'ll really harsh my boner.\"

The lack of tact in Leon\'s words riled D\'s irritation, but Leon kissed away the words again.

\"Dumb shit, did you really think that was it? Just some touchy-feely and we\'re good to go?\"

D felt the blush spread over his nose and cheeks, and he tried to look away again, but found it impossible with Leon a breath away from his face.

\"Well... I had hoped... But... You wouldn\'t stop touching... and I... I couldn\'t
stop and...\"

Leon snorted, and rolled his eyes, \"You think that matters? Don\'t tell me you can only get it up once in a night?\"

This time, it was D\'s turn to snort, and he turned indignant eyes back up to his Detective\'s, \"Of course not. My stamina could far surpass yours, in a contest of such things.\"

Leon rolled eyes, and grinned, \"This ain\'t a contest, D. And it ain\'t a game,
either,\" Leon\'s face turned serious, his voice falling down an octave as he
slowly loosened his grip on D\'s wrists, \"Though, I really wouldn\'t mind playing with you again.\"

D\'s blush intensified, and he sucked his lower lip between his teeth.

Leon\'s hands slid down D\'s arms, over his shoulders, and pushed away the thin silk barrier between them. D\'s body lay beneath him, exposed on a sea of black, beautiful and looking more fragile than Leon had ever seen him. It all felt so surreal to him, to be laying over this perfect body, not once marked by a single blemish or scar. D was like a piece of stained glass; lovely and almost too fantastic to be real.

\"You looked great, you know. Hottest fucking thing I ever saw...\" Leon whispered against D\'s skin, trailing his lips across the man\'s chest in feather light touches. D shivered, and let his eyes drop closed again as Leon\'s hands skimmed down his sides to his hips, the sensitized skin trembling beneath rough fingertips.

\"Keiji-san... Leon..\" D whispered, squirming beneath him as the gentle caress sent tiny tingles along his nerves. A chaste kiss was delivered to his hip bone, making him suck in a tight breath.

\"Yea, D. Keep saying my name... I want to hear it, as many times as you can say it.\" Leon husked against D’s flushing skin, his breath warming it even further. D nodded fiercely; anything to keep these feelings there with him.

“Aaah! Leon!” D whined desperately, his upper back arching off the bed as the wet, warmth of Leon’s tongue snaked around the semi-soft head of his cock, the saliva slowly falling down the sides. He was given no time to inhale his stolen breath as the blonde’s mouth completely descended upon him, capturing his awakening sex in a cavern of Hellfire.

Long fingers threaded in golden hair, fisting, clenching, unsure where this
urgency arose from. The feelings before were wonderful, but these were nothing short of phenomenal.

“Leon! Oh my.. My… Ta ma de… Shang Ti! Shang Ti!”

Leon tried to wrap his mind around the obviously foreign words spilling from the Count’s frantic mouth, but soon gave up. All he knew that though he couldn’t understand what they literally meant, that soft voice gasping out each syllable, panting them like a marathon runner was one fuck of a turn on. He absently wished D would speak in Chinese more often.

As it was, it seemed D was becoming just as turned on as Leon was, again, if the feeling in his mouth was any indication. The Count’s cock had hardened quickly, the throbbing inside making his tongue ache. He could taste the salty beginnings of the rising orgasm, and decided that the foreplay from earlier was plenty enough for him.

After all, he refused to be the only one getting off, that night.

Slowly, he withdrew, letting the raging head of D’s cock pop from his pursed lips, and gave it one more lick, just for good measure. He turned his eyes upwards, almost laughing at the half heart-broken, confused look in the man’s eyes. D’s hands had still not released his hair, but were easy enough to remove with a little tug.

“Sit tight. Do you keep any lotion or anything in this damn palace?” Leon asked, finally taking a quick glance around the room. When he finally turned back after not receiving an answer, he was treated to one of the most interesting sights in his life.

D lay there, his hands covering his eyes, a tell tale blush of pure
embarrassment creeping its way down his neck, to his chest.

Oh… This was way too good.

Grinning, Leon braced himself above D’s body, “Awww, does D have lubrication?”

“Leon, shut up!” The Count grumbled from behind his hands. Still grinning, the Detective dipped his head down, giving an exposed section of collar bone a teasing nip.

“Oh come on, Count. Where’s your good stuff? Ya got any flavored lubes? I hear Cherry is awesome.”

He couldn’t help but laugh when he rolled off of D’s body, having received a fierce slap to his shoulder. His grin turning into a real smile, he turned and looked at his companion. D was still hiding his eyes, but his body was less tense, and the blush was finally going away.

At last, the Count raised a hand, and pointed towards his vanity top. Leon
pushed himself up on his elbows, and looked over towards it.

Surprisingly enough, the Count kept barely anything there. From the semi-long distance view he was getting, Leon only saw one bottle of…. Something - He guessed it was hair products - a single vial of perfume, and one small tub with gold lettering. He would have figured the thing would be covered with cosmetics and hair brushes, or maybe even fifty types of facial masks.

At least, that was what women normally had on their dressers.

Regardless of his surprise, Leon rolled his way completely off of the bed, and stood over the small vanity, eyeing the three things there.

He was right. The bottle was some kind of organic shine-enhancer… or something.

He completely ignored the perfume, and picked up the little tub. Turning it over in his hand, he laughed out loud, and D groaned again.

“Kama Sutra? Jeez D, could ya get any more kinky?”

“It’s technically not for sex, Leon! The girl at the shop assured me it was
excellent for dry skin!”

“Uh huh, suuuure, “ he held up the jar, catching the minimal lighting from the lamps on the ceiling, “’Kama Sutra Massage Cream. Perfect for relaxing the body and awakening the senses. Let this smooth, arousing cream transform your lover into a tasty treat to enjoy at your leisure.’ Right D. Totally innocent.”

“I liked the smell.” D pouted childishly, finally letting his hands drop, though
he kept his eyes closed. He soon felt the bed dip next to him, and the sweet smell of honey and almonds filled his senses.

“You’re right, it does smell good.”

D shivered as he felt cool, moistened fingertips glide over the top of his
thigh. Leon gently rubbed his hand over the cream, letting it soak into D’s skin in several leisurely strokes. Once it had all disappeared, he leaned forward, and glided his tongue across the area. The sweet flavor hit his taste buds, and his mouth began to water.


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JD: Argh.... *beats head against desk* Sorry to cut ya\'ll off like that. Are ya still here? Are you? Hello? *listens to the echo* Oh well... I\'m going to assume you\'re just the quiet type, so I\'ll direct you on to the next section. Just click that little arrow at the bottom of the page, to scroll down to chapter 2... which would technically be part 2, but who\'s counting and really taking this thing seriously? Not me....