Title: Make Yourself at Home
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: LeonxD
Word Count: 469
Warning/s: No spoilers, no nothing. Probably more AU than anything else. XD;;
Summary: Fluff drabble- Leon is a guest in D's home.
Dedication: Requested by ignipotent on my lj.
A/N: The theme requested was "Ownership."

It wasn't his home, but he walked right through the front door without knocking anyway.

Similarly it wasn't his chair, wasn't his table, wasn't his china set (like hell he'd own something so frilly), wasn't his food. But all the same, he sat, plopped, drank, and ate like they all were.

None of this was his, but he came like clockwork every day, acted more at home here than he did in the place he really lived.

"Detective, as a guest I would expect even you to act with a certain sense of decorum," D chastised him on his snootier days, and scoffed all delicate and holier-than-thou like when Leon did something ruder than would be normally expected from him.

Leon belched and nibbled on tea sandwiches and didn't apologize to D once. "Yeah, well," was all he said, before D threw him a look that said he'd be kicked out on his ass if he kept trying to talk with his mouth full.

Wasn't his place after all. D's place. D's rules.

D's chair, table, china set (that just figured), D's food.

Only had one thing that belonged to Leon in this little Chinatown pet shop of nightmares, really.

Which was fine by him—was the only thing that mattered anyway.

D looked at him as if sensing the turn of his thoughts. "Detective…"

Leon grinned and pulled himself a lapful of D then; leaning back in the fancy chair he was in like it belonged to him too.

D sniffed, but didn't pull away. "There are crumbs on your face."

"Yeah, well," Leon responded, and squeezed D's ass. He put his feet up on the coffee table and leaned back a little more, tried to get a mouthful of that throat, that jaw, that earlobe. All the things that—as far as he was concerned—did belong to him.

"Feet off the table," D warned lowly, and arched his neck into Leon's kisses anyway. "You're a guest after all, Detective."

Leon chuckled and did as he was told, feet right back onto the floor. "Alright Mister Host," he murmured, and smiled against white, white skin. "Do your job'n welcome me properly then."

D sighed. "Welcome, Leon," he whispered, and looked like he was trying very hard to hold back his smile.

"'s more like it," Leon grunted. Standing, he hefted D up in one big arm and promptly headed to the bedroom that wasn't his own, plopped D down onto the bed that wasn't his either.

Par for course, he used them like they were anyway.

And D-- ever the good host-- humored Leon with infinite patience, doing his best to make sure that his guest felt quite at home during his stay here.

Just because Leon practiced bad manners didn't mean D would too, after all.

END