Chance Encounters

"Why, my dear detective!" D started as he made his way into the parlor from the back and saw Leon draped over one of his chairs. One of his expensive, antique chairs. D's eyebrow twitched. "And to what do I owe this distinguished pleasure?" he ground out.

Leon raised an eyebrow. "That was bitchy," Leon replied. "That time of the month, Count?"

As much as the detective deserved it, he would not murder the man for that comment. He would simply ignore it and have T-chan bite him on his rear on the way out. "That is hardly an answer to my question, Leon."

Leon slammed a foot down on the antique table in front of him and toed at a box. A box with a name on it that almost redeemed the detective for his rude treatment of priceless furniture, though if it wasn't chocolate, he'd have T-chan bite him next time. D smiled. "My, aren't we generous today. That is an expensive bakery. Another bribe?"

Leon smirked. "I was on my way over and they were getting ready to throw it out. Figured you'd put it to better use."

D pursed his lips dubiously. "Sweets do not taste very good once past their prime."

Leon shrugged and sat forward. "Alright. It's only a few hours old. But I guess I will have to enjoy this red velvet chocolate cake all to myself."

D placed a hard hand on Leon's shoulder as he started to stand up and take the cake with him. "But, you only just got here," he said quietly, smiling ever so politely. "Really, you must stay. I'll go make some tea."

Clearly shaken at speed with which D had moved but bravely covering it up, he glanced at the shop owner. "It's a little late for tea, don't you think? Especially the way you sweeten it. I don't need to be up all night with sugar shock."

D simply smiled guilessly at the detective. "I keep a special batched brewed for you in the fridge. Just a few moments."

D made his way into the kitchenette. He had started to keep the black tea some time ago, but had been unable to offer it to the detective since he was usually too high strung to bother offering any tea. That thought gave D pause for a moment as he was placing the kettle on the stove to warm. Leon was not high-strung at the moment. In fact, quite the opposite was true. He was as loose as a detuned harp’s string. That was very out of character for his dear detective. Strange...

D sighed and shook his head, chuckling to himself. Well it was obvious why the detective was so quite this evening. Given the late hour it was likely that Leon had just gotten off shift and was quite tired. D threw in a tea ball of chamomile to counteract the caffeinated affects of the tea. Chris was asleep after all, bedded down with Pon-chan at the moment and the detective would not want to be wired when he got home and wake the boy with his restlessness.

It wasn't much longer that the two kettles indicated that they were ready and D set the tray to bring out to the parlor. Once again Leon was showing his disrespect for age. His eyes were close and so thankfully he missed the murder gaze that D shot him. He'd leave with the cake after all, and then T-chan would be getting a full meal. D set the tray down with a clank and was gratified when Leon jumped.

"Damn, D," he muttered as he sat up and ran his hand over his face. "Make some fucking noise when you walk into a room, would ya?"

"I simply walked into the room, Detective. Perhaps, your skills are rusty and you should have been listening better." D smiled at him. "Would you serve the cake?" He indicated the plates and server before pouring the tea for both of them. Leon cut a D sized portion and slid the plate over once the slice had settled. He cut a smaller, more appropriate portion for himself and distributed the forks between them.

They sipped at the tea and enjoyed their cake in relative silence, broken only by D's appreciative noises. Though hours old, the cake was still moist and fluffy. "Thank you, detective," he said softly. "It's nice to know that you think of me when you past a pastry shop."

"Kinda hard not to, considering your damned sweet tooth," Leon muttered. "Never gave them a thought until I met you."

"Yes, they do provide such rich bribery," D replied. He paused a moment at Leon's derisive snort. "Is something the matter?"

Leon sighed and placed his plate back on the table. "No. Why would there be?" He took a final sip of tea before he stood. "I'll just get Chris and be on my way."

D furrowed his brows in confusion. This was quite out of character for the detective. No questions, no yelling, no derogatory remarks about his attire. Something was seriously wrong. Distracted completely from his treat now, D stood as well. "Detective, you are certain that nothing is wrong?" He moved and placed a light hand on Leon's elbow. "You don't seem yourself." Leon stopped. "Did something happen this evening?"

Leon pushed D's hand off. "Yes, something happened tonight, dammit," he growled. "I stopped at a bakery to buy you a goddamned cake.”

D, unable to see Leon's face, was uncertain of how to respond. He stepped back and clasped his hands together. "I...am sorry? I don't understand. You typically stop at a bakery to buy cake."

Leon turned around and glared. "No, I typically stop to buy you cake."

D was quite used to Leon being angry with him, but his voice was low rather than annoyingly hysterical with his mad attempt to catch D at something, and though his face was hard, there was a different kind of anger in his eyes; a different kind of frustration that D could not place a name to. "I don't catch your meaning, detective."

Leon sneered. "No, I don't suppose you do. What do you care, as long as you get your cakes, and your sweets?"

D furrowed his brows again. "That was unbelievably rude!" he said indignantly. "Do I have to watch Christopher? Do I have to give you information about your cases? No. I don't." D squared his shoulders. "I think purchasing sweets to repay me is a small price considering how invaluable I've been to you."

Jaw set, the detective took a step to D and closed the distance between them. "Oh, yes. Fucking invaluable. Do you think I like being indebted to a criminal? Do you think I like knowing I owe you so much?" Leon grabbed hold of one of D's wrists and pulled it up to examine his nails. "Do you think I haven't noticed what kind of men die after visiting your shop?" He lifted his eyes from his examination and held D's. "Do you think I haven't noticed how many people walked away from your shop better than when they walked in?"

D jerked his hand away and stepped back a few paces. "What on Earth are you talking about, detective?" he murmured. "You know exactly how I feel about the human race. Why would I help them?"

"Now that's the question, isn't it?" Leon asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "I do wonder about the smile that Chris has on his face when he finds out I have a late shift. I wonder about the snotty girls who come in here and then suddenly appreciate the things in their life."

"I have told you that I simply offer my customers pets. Why should their appreciation and love for those pets be reflected on me?" D turned away and crossed his own arms. Those eyes were starting to disturb him. "And I cannot help it if my animals like your brother. He helps me around the shop. It is a mutually beneficial arrangement."

"Then why am I standing here? Why am I not busting your ass for some crime?" Leon growled. "Why hasn't there been a reason for me to bust your ass?"

D turned, distracted momentarily at the fact that Leon had moved closer to him again. "Obviously because I am not a criminal," he replied, taking another step back and finding his legs hit the edge of the sofa behind him.

Leon chuckled. "Oh, you are a criminal," he said. "You're just a very good one. Somehow though, I still find myself buying you cake for no other reason than the fact that I know you like them. I like to see that stupid grin on your face when you see a pastry box in my hands."

Leon closed the space between them again, but D had nowhere to go. It wasn't that he couldn't move the detective out of his personal space by force if he wanted to, but something in him did want to do that. So he stood his ground. "And why do you like that," he asked, meeting Leon's glare with his own.

Leon smirked and took hold of D's chin in a rough grasp. "Fuck if I know," he grunted before he swooped down and placed a hard kiss on D's lips.

D's hands flew to Leon's chest and gripped the front of his shirt tightly. He couldn't help the soft whimper that caught in his throat or the slight tilt of his head that gave Leon all the permission he needed to continue. The hand on D's chin moved to the back of his neck while the other found its way to rest on his hip. The kiss only lasted a few moments, but they were both a little breathless when Leon pulled away.

They were both still glaring at one another. After a moment, Leon's hands slowly pulled away and he took a step back. They seemed to be at an impasse. It was a battle of will between them. They both knew a single look away would be a concession of defeat and neither wanted to be the first to do it.

"Why did you do that?" D murmured.

"Why did you let me?"

"You're the one who thinks I'm dangerous," D pointed out. He clenched his hands at his sides now that they were suddenly itching to pull the infuriating man back to him.

"Maybe I like flirting with danger," replied Leon with an arrogant smirk that now made D's hands itch to wipe it off his face.

"That was considerably more than flirting."

Leon shrugged. "Sure, but you liked it." He shoved his hands in his pockets. "Didn't you."

"That's hardly the point." D moved to turn and get out of Leon's proximity, but evidently the detective had other ideas.

He pulled D back by the arm and kissed him again. Surprised by the motion, D found that his lips had been parted and Leon used his momentary distraction to invade his mouth. D's free hand gripped onto the side of his shirt as he let the man explore at his leisure. His tongue was adamant and demanding, leaving D without an opening to counter so all his could do was cling and let Leon devour him. Warm breath puffed hazardly against his cheek and he felt himself moan when Leon's hand gripped in his hair. When the onslaught ended on his mouth, it was only so Leon could move to his neck. His arm was released as the hard hand moved to the clips at his throat. One by one, the loops were undone and the snaps popped, leaving his throat and collar bone exposed to the warm mouth that slid over them

D tilted his head back giving Leon the access he wanted. His hands pulled Leon's shirt from his jeans, needing to touch flesh. Mindful of his nails, D slid his hands up Leon's spine and gently raked his nails down. It thrilled D to know that there would be welts and that later, regardless of what went on tonight or after, Leon would have that aching memory for days. Leon shivered and groaned softly as nails met belt, and D felt a chill as his chest was exposed to the air.

"Fuck," Leon murmured against D's chest as the count raked his nails down a second time. The detective shivered again and pushed D down on the sofa roughly. "Why does that turn me on when I know for a fact you could rip me to shreds with those damn things?"

D smirked, running his nails down Leon's chest now, more gently this time. "As you said, Detective," he murmured as he pulled Leon down to straddle his lap. He nicked the flesh just behind Leons ear with a nail and brought it to his lips before licking the drop of blood away. "You like flirting with danger."

Leon wrapped his hand lightly around the column of D's neck and squeezed lightly. "Seems to be the case. Considering even if I had both hands around your throat it wouldn't mean anything, would it?" Leon used his other hand to part the folds of D's robe. His other hand ran down D's chest.

D raised an eyebrow when Leon's eyes focused on his chest. "I don't have breasts, Detective. I doubt-"

"Shut up," Leon barked. He glared once again into D's eyes.

"I just wonder if you know what you're doing," D shot back.

Leon smirked again with that damned arrogance. "I'm sure the anatomy works the same," he said softly as he brushed a thumb over a nipple.

D sucked in a short breath as a small jolt went through him. Yes, indeed, anatomy seemed to work the same. Leon slid an arm around D's back and arched him before tilting his head and moving his mouth to the nipple. D's eyes closed and his mouth fell open as he emitted a soft moan. His hands threaded in to golden hair and he arched more fully against Leon's mouth. D licked his lips as Leon's rough tongue swirled around the now sensitive nub and his thumb moved over to the neglected one to mirror the treatment. D slipped a hand down to the hem of Leon's shirt and pulled it up to his shoulders while his nails scrapped deeper and came away with blood. Leon bit down in reaction and D cried out.

Leon pulled away and looked up at D. "You know," he said conversationally. "A sore back makes for sore running." He tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. "You should really watch how much you mark me up."

"I am sorry," D replied with a smirk that belied his words. "Animal instinct."

Leon move again to kiss D as he turned him to lay fully on the sofa, his head pillowed by the arm. D met Leon's lip with his own parted, taking his turn to delve into the warmth of the detective's mouth. He swirled his tongue around Leon's while blond man sucked gently on his. That surprised D. Leon was such an aggressive man that it was a rather delightful surprise to find Leon in a somewhat submissive role. D couldn't get enough of it. He held the back of Leon's neck while he devoured him. Leon moaned into D's mouth and settled fully against him. He pulled away to breath, but D needed more of him. He moved his mouth to the cut skin just behind Leon’s ear and sucked gently at it. The shop owner parted his legs and let the other man settle between them before wrapping his legs around Leon's. Leon groaned at the full contact and ground his hips into D's.

D hadn't expected Leon to follow his instincts and threw his head back as he cried out again. After a moment of reaction, D realized how silly that was. After all, even humans were animals and mating was something all animals knew how to do instinctively. D tilted his hips forward and slid a hand down to Leon's rear to grind him more firmly into his own groin. He moaned as the silk of his kuzi slid decadently against his hardening member just right.

"Christ," Leon whispered harshly. One of his hands was gripping the fabric of the arm next to D's head while the other held him up as the rest of his body writhed against D. D's hands were free to roam over Leon's chest. He had never noticed just how fit Leon was. There were a lot of things that he never realized about Leon. D was beginning to enjoy this lesson.

On impulse D's hands moved to Leon's belt and quickly unfastened it and the jeans he wore before slipping and hand in. Leon's hand flew to D's wrist and held him firm, all movement stopping. When D looked back up there was uncertainty in Leon's eyes. D smiled and leaned up to whisper in Leon's ear. "We are well beyond modesty as this point, my dear detective," he whispered, before pausing to snake his tongue out for a lick of that scratch again. Leon's grip loosed and D was gratified by the hiss he got when his cold fingertips touched the head of Leon's length. D gripped him fully and slowly stroked him.

"Shit, D," Leon whispered. "You are too good at this."

D chuckled and let himself enjoy the feel of Leon in his hand and the way that Leon's hand left the arm of the sofa and began roaming over D's chest and stomach. He was so distracted by the way his body was reacting that it took him a moment to realize that Leon's hand paused over his lower abdomen. D opened his eyes and saw in Leon's that he was trying to think around the pleasure and figure out what was missing from D's lower stomach. Startled, D didn't give him a moment to think. He sped up his pace on Leon's shaft and milked him more firmly. Leon's eyes closed instantly and he closed his lips to hold back the groan that started to irrupt from his throat.

Satisfied that Leon was well and truly distracted from his thought, he took Leon's hand from his stomach and slid it to the laces of his kuzi. Leon got the message and quickly loosed them before slipping his own hand in to touch D directly. His motions were not as fluid as D's, but that was reasonable enough. D moaned and sighed softly to give Leon confidence. Once his touch became surer D didn't have to pretend anymore. Without pulling out of D's hand, Leon straighten enough to keep his balance while he tugged D's kuzi down enough so that D was fully exposed to the air. D shivered as the chill air touched his heated flesh and he cried out loudly a moment later with Leon's length pressed against his. D's eyes flew open at the unexpected touch and he let his hands be guided to their lengths. After a moment he understood what Leon wanted and he wrapped both hands around the two of them. His hands started quick pace because he felt the urgent need for release and it was likely that Leon did as well.

The way that Leon's mouth crashed against his in a searing kiss, D knew that was exactly what Leon wanted. It was a hard, rough kiss, and D felt his lips bruising, but he didn't care. Leon's hands were gentle on his face as he kissed him, exploring all of his mouth with his tongue, drinking D in like he was a man dying of thirst. As the hard kiss lingered on, both the men moaning and hissing into the other’s mouth, Leon moved hand down to stabilize before he started thrusting his hips in time with D’s strokes. The combination of D’s hands and Leon’s member stroking and rubbing against his was almost more than he could handle and he quickened the pace just a notch.

This seemed to be the catalyst for both of them and Leon broke the kiss before he shoved his face into D’s shoulder, muffling his voice. D, for himself tumbled right over the edge after the detective bit down on his own groan as he climaxed. The two men lay there together, trying to catch their respective breaths. Leon had collapsed atop D, but settled between the shop owner’s legs as he was, it wasn’t overly uncomfortable. Quite the contrary, D found that he rather enjoyed the feel of Leon over him. He spared a thought to wonder what actual sex would be like with the blond if he was this passionate when there was only touching involved.

It wasn’t much longer before Leon levered himself up on his hands and looked down first, at D’s flushed face, then at the mess the two of them had created. “Glad I took the shirt off,” he mumbled, almost slurring as if he were drunk.

D’s robes on the other hand were completely messed as a result of their mutual desires. He would have to take it to the cleaners now. How unfortunate. “Well, perhaps the leaving of clothing on what a little unwise, however, I do not feel too strongly about it.”

Leon licked his lips as he looked back up at D’s face, his eyes looking conflicted. Perhaps he regretted what had just transpired between them? That would be more than unfortunate.

“So…” the detective said as he sat up more fully and tucked himself back into jeans.

“Do you regret what we just did?” D asked.

Leon raised an eyebrow. “I can’t say that I regret it exactly. I just don’t know where to go from here.”

D smirked. Oh, he could think of quite a few things that would follow such a display of sexuality, but it was not entirely sure how his thoughts would be received, so he kept quiet and his thoughts to himself.

Another blond eyebrow joined its twin and D reflected that perhaps his thoughts might be mirrored on his face. “Now, don’t get ahead of yourself with whatever dirty little things you’re thinking of, D,” he said seriously. “You haven’t even bought me dinner, yet.” The last was said with a slight smile.

D laughed delightedly. It seemed that if such an encounter happened again, Leon would not be all that adverse to the idea. With a sigh the detected stood and retrieved his shirt, pulling it back over his head. He glanced back at D who was also sitting up and pulling his robe over his head and finding that the thin hip-length robe he wore under it wasn’t messed as the ornate ankle length one was.

“I could pay for the dry cleaning,” Leon offered awkwardly.

D waved a dismissive hand at him. “I did not think to remove it either, and it was not only you that created the mess. I quite thoroughly enjoyed myself, in fact.”

D was delighted when Leon blushed. “Yes, well, I like it too,” he replied gruffly. “I think I might like it again.”

D smirked again. “Oh, I’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement when you have the time and Christopher is not sleeping in the next room.”

Leon stared blankly at him. “Oh, Christ…I’m completely forgot that he was here.”

D chuckled. It was at that moment that they both heard a door open, D was hard-pressed not the laugh again, when Leon ran hasty hands though his rumbled hair. D likewise ran his nails through his only black hair and quickly untangled it as he sat up in a more dignified position. The boy in question entered the room, rubbing an eye with his fist.

“When did you get here, Leon? Are we going home?” Christopher asked.

“Uh, yeah,” Leon said hastily. “I was just talking with D before I came in and got you. Are you ready to go?”

The boy nodded. “I just need to get my stuff and say bye to T-chan and the others.” He headed back to the room he had been sleeping in.

“Take your time, Christopher,” D said as he exited the room.

“Definitely without him sleeping over next time,” Leon said.

“Why does it smell like sex in here?” T-chan asked coming into the room.

D schooled his features and reminded himself not the laugh as all that Leon saw enter the room was a strange goat-like creature.

“I’m going to go wash up,” Leon said and left the room.

“Oh, gross! You had sex with him?!” the totesu cried incredulously.

D rolled his eyes. “I did not have sex with him. It was merely mutual masturbation.”

“Ugh,” T-chan gagged. “I would have thought you had more taste than to mess around with someone who’s better off being food.”

“I nearly had sex with your predecessor who at the time was trying to eat me, so I don’t see the distinction,” D retorted folding his robe carefully to hide the mess without making more of it.

“Oh, he wouldn’t have eaten all of you. At least not right away. You have more uses than that.”

D only shook his head. Christopher and Leon returned to the room at the same time. “Ready to go, Chris?” Leon asked.

The child nodded, and the two of them headed for the door. “Bye, T-chan,” Christopher called.

The totestu waved absently and left the room, muttering about the smell.

“I’ll see you around, D,” Leon said, pushing the boy before him. He raised his eyebrow inquiringly at the shop owner.

D smiled slowly. “I look forward to it, Detective.”