"Count, you're under arrest!"

"Really?" Count D raised an eyebrow at the young officer. Leon never went a day without his annual arrest. It got rather tiring.

"Don't you have anything more pressing to do than bothering a simple pet shop owner like myself?

"Simple my ass! You should've been in jail by now with those pets of yours," pouted Leon.

He plopped down on the silk couch with a humph and proceeded to fold his arms. Count D took his natural place beside him having gotten used to serving the rude American tea.

"You have no evidence," the Count replied quietly, pouring the fragrant liquid with the utmost grace. His fingers, long and slender, made Leon wonder what it would be like to hold those beautiful hands in his own.

His mind wandered as he took in the Count's slim frame further, his shrewd eyes, pitch-black hair and smooth skin. He had chased this man for months in the hope of bringing him to justice. Somewhere along the way he had come to respect the man, perhaps even care for him.

He flushed.

"Not yet, but I will."

Count D shook his head in amazement, "You know you never will."

Certain that he had won the conversation, D passed a cup of tea to Leon. The officer took it with hesitation, but in hesitating made the mistake of touching Count D's fingers that had mesmerized him so.

Leon jumped.

"Officer?" the Count's eyes grew strangely wide. He put down his cup.

What was he thinking? This was the Count! He didn't get surprised. He didn't cause Leon to jump and blush. This wasn't him!

"Is something wrong Leon?" D's hands on his arms set Leon's' mind scattering. He couldn't think strait. His mind was racing in so many different directions he had no idea what to do.

"D, I-" Leon cut himself off before he could say it. His hand flew to his mouth instinctively, shaking off Count D's worried hands.

"You what?" the confused Count forced Leon to look at him, holding his cheeks in his hands.

However, the Count had no idea of the repercussions.

Leon frantically kissed him causing the Count to take a few steps back.

His mind went blank. What was he doing? Was he really kissing the Count?

"I love you!" Leon's voice echoed in the hall.

The Count stared.

"You love me?" he seemed so shocked.

"Yeah," Leon looked away embarrassed.

"I don't know what to say," D fell back against the couch. Leon followed him.

"Say you'll be mine."

"But you-"

"But I what?"

"You hate me."

Leon laughed, "I thought so too."

Taking D's hands Leon kissed them gently. He moved to the Count's neck, eyes, ears and yet avoided his lips.

He stared into the Count's eyes, his lips inches away.

"I thought I hated you. All I wanted was to send you to your proper place. But it seems I've gone and fallen in love with you. I hope you can accept that."

Count D didn't move. He was deathly quiet.

Leon waited.

"Shall I get a contract?"

Leon chuckled.

"No, this is our contract," Leon sealed their pact with a kiss, drawing D into his arms.