Prompt: Silk

Summary: Leon finds out he has kink for silk…wonder what happens when D finds out, but that might be part of the sequel, because I'm having way to much fun exploring the kink before he realizes how much it's a turn on.

Remember curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back

Rating- NC-17 to be safe

Disclaimer: I don't own Pet shop of Horror, believe if I did, D would have took Leon with him, after all how could he leave his favorite pet behind.

Warning: This isn't for kiddies, this deals with adult language and has potential to have some graphic detail. If you don't know what a kink is or like yaoi then I ask you to please click the back space bar and wait until your of legal age.

Chapter 1- Curiosity

Personally Leon blames D.

Here he is sitting at his home computer thinking about the feel of silk against his skin. Wondering if it would be cool against his skin, would it embrace him, flow around him like it did with D?

Truthfully Leon can't understand why D, who through very beautiful most definitely a man, would wear something that was very much like a dress. Though maybe at first glance he might be mistaken as a woman, but Leon doubted anyone who was around him longer than a minute would doubt he was very masculine if small and delicate looking. But even in the beginning, Leon had long accepted that he just wouldn't be D without the cheongsam. He couldn't picture him in anything else, jeans were to crass for the snobbish shop keeper, and suits, *he chuckled at the thought* those were to restricting for him. Despite his best intentions, he couldn't help but to comment on the cheongsam as he was helpless not to notice the way it both flowed around him and at the same time, clung to D. But he didn't feel guilty for that, honestly, the elaborate designs and that they were rarely plain, always having deep rich colors and fancy designs on them that were clearly meant to catch attention.

No he didn't feel guilty. He actually felt irritated, because it was working. He was noticing them way too much, and had to stop himself from reaching out and feeling the fabric, to see if it was as silky as at it looked. Was it still just as kind and gentle to his callused hands as it was when it brushed against his arm briefly one time when he hadn't been paying attention had bumped into the pet shop keeper when the count was pulling his goat thing off him. Hell he was beginning to notice the wearer… okay he always wondered if the owner was just as soft, but that was a road he refused to travel down.

Leon rarely lied to himself, he was a detective after all, and even before that as a child he had always had this some sixth sense of knowing when he was being lied to. And with his career he was often lied to so much that he needed honesty to keep himself from drowning in all of the lies. Which may be added another reason to why he was always hanging out near the Count, he rarely lied, twisted and jumped around subjects yes, but he always told the truth. Even if he was ready to take those goddamn contracts and shove it down his throat one day, but that wasn't what he wanted to focus on right now. And he slowly let out a calming breath, unclenching his fists as he turned his throats away from work right now. He was trying to relax not get angry. Turning his thoughts back to where he had been before he had fallen into a tangent in his thoughts, he turned himself back to the lies.

Because, no he didn't allow himself to lie to himself, he tried to be honest. Lying to himself would only get in the way and bite him the ass later on when he really didn't need it too. Though lying to others or rather misleading them was something he was okay with. He didn't really didn't think it was anyone's business but his own if he was bisexual rather than straight, as he knew everyone assumed him to be. He was a homicide detective he had enough problems with getting cooperation, and knew that some people were too irrational; to realize that hey sexual orientation wasn't contagious. He just thought that being bisexual made him a bit more practical than most, because for him, everyone was eye candy, he had more variety to choose from him and he liked beautiful things.

Sometimes he needed gentle, something he found was rare for man to give him because they got caught up in this whole, 'if I'm gay then I need to be macho and full testosterone that everyone's choking', and sometimes he needed something strong and stable that could break him if they wanted and could take his bad days and just take control when he needed for once not to be in charge.

And with D, well when he allowed himself to fantasize, he knew that D could do both. D could look all gentle and fucking delicate and fragile as he liked, but Leon wasn't stupid, no matter how he appeared to be at times, he knew firsthand how strong some of those animals D had were, and he seen D handle them with ease, revealing that was far stronger than appearance masked.

He knew D could be the perfect partner for him. Strong enough to hold him as he raged and take the control that he needed desperately taken from him but was too scared to let go like he did with his animals, but could still treat him gentle and delicate, like the way the count held his fancy tea cups, when he was about to shatter. But he wouldn't let himself go and fantasize and even forced himself to keep D just as eye candy, because being friendly with a suspect was one thing, getting romantically involved with a suspect was a whole another story. Because he knew there was no way it could be just sex between the two of them, no matter how he might try to convince himself. He always knew what they could be.

And he was already half way there to falling, and it was only his stubborn will that kept from going over the edge. And besides that he found it just wrong to do more than wonder what it would feel, fantasizing to the point of jerking off was something he thought was completely wrong. It was okay to do it with a stranger, but with a friend, someone you talk to and see often, then going behind their back and picturing them in a state they haven't given you permission to see much less think about was almost akin to doing a peeping tom in his books.

Of course Leon didn't count dreams, dreams were something that was out of control, despite all the will power in the world, and you could only accept the good and bad in those and trying to exhaust yourself every night as not to dream, was idiotic after a while. But when your conscious mind was there, doing things even in a fantasy was rape to him. There was no consent given, couldn't be.

Still Leon knew that something had to give; he had to change something around him before he did something and actually decided to feel the silk against his skin. He was actually beginning to obsess a little too much about the feeling of silk. And so after working a little longer over time, he decided to get rid of the temptation. And decided to order himself a cheongsam after arguing with himself over the pros and cons. He did after all see it as a dress and though he was used to seeing it on the shop keeper he wasn't sure he was ready to wear one himself. Okay he knew he wasn't ready to wear one himself, but he was less than ready to give into the temptation of touching D's. Beyond being a suspect, there was always a large chance that his desire for D was one-sided and would be not welcomed.

Giving more proof that he wasn't stupid and there had been a reason why at the age of twenty that he became a detective, Leon didn't try to buy one in china town. He didn't want D to find out about it, and knew that he would find out if he brought there, no matter if asked for the matter to be quiet, he would still find out, D had sources everywhere. And the point of this exercise was so that D wouldn't ever find out, ever. One so he wouldn't be tricked into revealing his reasons and two because there would be endless mockery. After all the time he mocked D's 'dresses' this would be the perfect payback.

So Leon decided the next best way to order himself a damn 'dress' was to do it online. Which was a slightly more risky and difficult because of the chance of getting the wrong one or the measurements being off, but he really was left with no options, if he didn't like it, he could just give it to D and make some excuse up. Maybe saying it had been given to him as a gag gift or something, still inviting some mockery but it wouldn't be as embarrassing.

Of course as he was trying to find a site where he could buy one, he was already dying of embarrassment especially as most of these sites were geared to women. And he wasn't going to even consider the ones who said they were for women. It was making his cheeks constantly burn and he was ready to throw in the hatchet, before he clicked onto another link, and pictures were full of men modeling the cheongsam rather than the women. At first relieved to finally be on the right track, he let out a groan when he was forced to ask a bunch of questions, about what type, of whether he wanted it for, the event, the style and really all he wanted was a one that said here a cheongsam for an embarrassed American male who has a sex tease for a friend.

Finally after biting his lip he found one that he liked, okay so he found quite a few but most of them were what he wanted to see D in. Especially a dark red on with silver dragon spiraling along the robes and around the collar, closing his eyes he could picture him clearly in it, it have been perfect for him even if it was sleeveless, he knew summer was coming and the bare arms was another temptation for him. However as he was trying to stop himself from falling and keeping himself from acting like a lover and buying stuff for his sweetheart, the expensive sweets was enough, he moved on to find three that he liked for himself.

After pondering which one he wanted the most, he decided to put himself out of his misery and brought all three of them, along with the red one that he couldn't stop himself from adding to his shopping cart. After all he didn't really need to give it to him, and if he did, D's birthday had to be coming soon, either that or he had an early Christmas present. Pausing he went back and chose two small children size cheongsam because one his brother's birthday was coming up and two he knew his brother adored Count D and he didn't want him to feel left out and three it gave him the perfect disguise for searching for cheongsam, if D wanted to know how found the red one. After a quick run through he checked out, pulling is wallet out to find his credit card, as he waited for it to load.

The price made his cringe a little and be very grateful that he lived in a small apartment that he had first gotten when he moved here, and that he was no longer at entry level pay and was actually a senior detective and one of their better ones who used to work overtime constantly. And that before Chris and D's expensive sweet teeth, he rarely had anything to spend money on so he had plenty of money saved up.

That of course didn't mean he didn't cringe at the total and begin to curse and swear at D for his newest obsession. Though he did feel an odd feeling of a mixture of satisfaction and fear as he looked at the page that showed his receipt, there was no turning back now.

"¿Sí, usted dice que usted lo vio en el quinto, y usted tiene prueba?" [Yes, you say you saw him on the fifth, and you have proof?]

Leon let out a feral grin, he got them. He was glad he had gone with his first instinct and had investigated the boyfriend, before he had closed the case. They had practically handed him the case, all gift wrapped and air sealed tight. Damn, sometimes he loved his job! He began finishing up the conversation with agreeing to meet him within an hour and thanking him for his help as he sent a quick email to his boss letting him know where he was going and that he would be unavailable for a few hours. Enjoying the perks of his being lead detective and being able to do that without asking any more questions.

"I'm going to check out a lead." Leon announced placing his phone down, and standing up, reaching for his cell phone and wallet.

Jill looked up from her desk that was diagonal from him and gave a giggle, "don't forget to pick up some chocolate."

Leon paused in the midst of putting his jacket on and stared at her for a moment before shaking his head and finishing pulling it on, he grouched "I'm not going to go see D."

"Uh huh, right and so what's the lead then?" Jill asked shaking her head in disbelief and pity at what she thought was a terrible lie.

Leon didn't even bother looking at her this time, just secured his holster and his gun before letting jacket settle again and hide it and scowled, "I do have other cases you know."

Packing his cigarettes in his pocket as he walked away, refusing to entertain her anymore. He liked Jill really he did. He thought she was honestly a good person and he liked the occasional partnering with her. Leon thought she pulled her weight most the time, but there were times like these he knew why she was still just a police officer and hadn't been appointed a detective. Sometimes she was just too wrapped up in her own theories that she didn't realize that there were other possible ones. Either that or she really didn't know her own, well occasional partner and that made him nervous because they had been working together a little over a year before the pet shop cases and surely she had to know that him a little better.

Though sometimes he did wonder if he and the chief was he the only who realized that he had one of the heavier workloads in the precinct. Despite what Jill and because of her, along with apparently the majority of the precinct lately would believe, and even D for that matter, mysterious owners dying that had pets from D's shop weren't the only cases he had. Though they were all still active ones that he never could evidence for, that satisfied him. He was normally given multiple cases because he was damn good at his job and worked over ten hours a day as he had nothing at home for him. Of course adding his little brother Chris in his life had recently caused him to cut back on the amount of cases he took and the hours he worked. He admitted that D had a tiny bit of influence of cutting back his hours too, but that he would never admit even upon torture.

Climbing into his car, Leon checked the time and gave a nod, if things panned out, this tip would have closing a rather large homicide case that he had been working on the last month, and he would be able to finally pin it on the sister-in-law and close the case. Only needing to come back to if she didn't accept the guilty plea, which would mean he would have to testify. Something he really wasn't looking forward too, but he really didn't think it would come to that, he had found too much evidence against her. Only thing that was keeping her from being booked was her alibi, which if he was right was going to go up in smokes, as the guy she was supposed to be with at the time of the murder was apparently caught on tape elsewhere.

Pulling up to the Mexican restaurant that he had visited a few times before, that had really good authentic food, he turned off the car and got out. He felt his nerves again, and was tempted to light a cigarette but he always tried not to become one of those chain smokers who could smoke a pack a day, and needed to take half hour breaks for a smoke. And so he made it a personal rule of his not to smoke during work hours, only allowing himself four a day on an average day; two during his two breaks, one during lunch and one in the evening, unless it was a long day then he smoked until he was calm. But now that he thought about it he hadn't had to buy as much packs as often, as lately he had cut down to two as he didn't smoke in the evening as he didn't want Chris to start his habit and tried to keep it away from him, that and D would probably have his goat bite him if he tried to smoke in the shop, which he stopped by usually for lunch or tea time as D would say.

Taking a few breaths instead, Leon promised himself a long relaxing cigarette after he headed home for the evening, as Chris wanted to spend the night at the shop tonight, something about T-chan promising him something, and he really didn't want to know why or how an animal could promise anything, but with D's shop, he really didn't want to think much about it. There were some things he just didn't want to confront or ready to know just yet.

A quick walk from his car into the restaurant had his stomach growling as he smelled food that he was beginning to wonder if he could take to go. Shaking his head to dismiss the distracting thoughts and the scent of cooking beef, he glanced around before spotting the counter with the only one attendant there. Walking confidently to the cashier, Leon pulled out his badge and addressed the old woman that was manning the counter.

"Hola senora, mi nombre es Dectective Oscot. Es el Sr. Torres en?" [Hello ma'am my name is Detective Oscot. Is Mr. Torres in?]

Leon was grinning as he left his car parked in the garage. He had been able to leave the station early as he had finished typing up his report and turned it in while Jill gaped at him realizing that there had been actual case and not a 'lunch date' at the Count's, the case was sealed tight with the owner being not only able to identify the boyfriend but also have him on tape and clearly here with a group of his friends during the time the murder took place, proving the sister-in-law was clearly lying and she had been home during the time of the murder as the evidence had suggested. Before her lawyer had tried to dismiss it, claiming that her alibi had proven she hadn't been there. Ha, take that you blood sucker.

Walking up the three flights of stairs, he refused to become the stereotypical overweight detective and began to put a cigarette in his mouth, already excited about finally getting to enjoy a long relaxing secession and was startled when he almost tripped over a large package outside his door. Frowning, Leon picked it up wondering what it was, not remembering ordering anything until he caught the return address and his eyes widen, the cheongsam.

He had almost forgotten he had ordered them. Unlocking his door, he balanced the box against his hip, as he needed two hands to unlock the four locks, one set needed to be turned at the same time, the other two the bottom needed to be unlocked before the top, or it would set off a silent alarm to the police and refuse to unlock, he quickly pushed in. Being a homicide detective, he decided that it was better to be paranoid having been at too many home invasions that had cost lives because they were too stingy or too stupid to have more than one lock and actually use them. Feeling suddenly worried and not wanting to be seen with the box in public as if the package was some ill-gain rather than a legitimate purchase, he rushed inside and the door automatically locked itself again, except for the bolt, which he had to do manually.

He placed the box on the bed, and trashed the unlit cigarette; suddenly no longer in the mood, as he was worried to smoke would leave a trace on the cheongsams even if it was in a box. And besides that, the box was like a siren, tempting and calling to him. Reminding him of his desires and fantasies to touch D's, hell to rub up against it, like a cat or something. Grabbing a box cutter, he carefully unsealed the box, to reveal the packaging paper and pulled it out, and then the bubble wrap wondering if instead of clothing they sent him china. Finally after suppressing a frustrated scream, he saw the cheongsams, and ran a finger along the clothing, and silkiness was what he remembered it would feel. Feeling it flow around his fingers like water, Leon dropped it back in the box realizing that he needed to wash his hands, hell he should shower so he could try it them on without dirtying them. He knew from D's grumbles that silk was almost impossible for him to clean and they were too expensive to be ruined now.

Immediately unhooking his holsters, he hung it up and placed his gun in the locked box along with the ammunition, Leon then untied and pulled his shoes off, leaving them next to the door, before he began pulling off his jacket and hanging it up in the closet. Contrary to the Count's belief he was living in a slob, yes he was bachelor and so he didn't always keep things neat and clean, and of course he managed to have the worst luck possible and the one time the Count comes over, is the time he hadn't been home long enough to do anything but sleep and shower in a week, before running out the door again. So of course the count thought he was the messiest man alive, and so what if he pictures of women in his bedroom, it was his sanctuary it wasn't like he was entertaining guest there, he didn't see why it was a sticking point with D.

As he mentally grumbled about the count, and a stray thought crossed his mind that for someone who was trying to stay unemotionally uninvolved he was thinking of him a little too often, he unbuttoned his shirt and walked into the bathroom turning the shower on. He felt ridiculous as he felt the water and walked back out to the living room, making sure his blinds were closed and windows secured. It was just clothing, he shouldn't be making such a big deal out of it, but he couldn't help it, he felt so well…before D he was really never understood the way people get turned on by some object. But silk seemed to have become a hot spot of his, even worse than his neck. He couldn't remember getting so hard by an inanimate sexless object in his life. Okay, any inanimate object beyond lube, maybe he was a little old fashion, but he had always preferred skin over toys. But now if the toys was a turn as silk was too him, he owed everyone he mentally insulted an apology, a groveling apology.

Making sure his couch was clear of clutter and nothing that could stain anything on it he decided that the shower had enough time to heat up, and finished yanking off his pants, tossing the discarded clothing into the hamper, he began to climb into the shower, before he paused and turned around and knelt before his sink cabinets pulling out what he affectionately labeled as his dating kit.

Something he hadn't had to use in months that he didn't want to number so he wouldn't depress himself and opened it.

If he was going to do this, and he already gone past pathetic anyway, he might as well do this completely. He then dropped it into the shower, before he got in himself. The heat was just what he needed to release the sudden tension that picking up the package had added, taking away his good humor of the day. And he stood there under the water allowing the dirt and doubts fade into his drain, letting him remain close underneath the faucet. He was sure that after ten minutes the water had to be running clean and a lazy arm reached for his wash cloth, not bothering to open his eyes and lose the loose feeling in his body. Another arm reached down in the kit for the soap he knew where everything was, as he found in his work routine helped make things go smoothly. After the cloth was nice and soapy he replaced the soap and using the cloth he began to slowly wash each of his body, making sure he was thoroughly soaped before rinsing off.

He replaced the cloth and ran his fingers though his hair trying to decide if he wanted or should wash his hair or if it was good for another day. But then again he already decided he was going to do this right, and he reached back into his kit and pull out conditioner. He only used it for dates, as he knew one of his assets was his hair that his dates liked to play with, other than that, he used shampoo it was cheaper after all. Carefully scrubbing it though to each and every lock, he let it rest for a few minutes and just enjoyed the feeling of the water again, before rinsing his hair, careful to leave a little in, and turned the water off.

Leon leaned against his shower wall, allowing himself to just drip and air dry a while, not really wanting to leave his shower for what he knew was going to feel unbearably cold for a while. When he had dripped enough, he grabbed a long fluffy towel that he had borrowed from a hotel a while back and just kept forgetting to return, cough*never*cough as he knew that stealing was wrong and as a detective he would never do such thing. And dried off slowly but efficiently, leaving only his hair still wet and glanced into the mirror, with a pained grimaced. He couldn't believe the lengths he was going, was will willing to go and once again he laid all the blame at D's feet.

Before him, he would never would have even dreamed of going such lengths or been at such desperation in the need too. And reached where he kept his kit and what was normally hidden there, where he could pretend and deny it ever existed and pulled out a simple hair dyer. Something he never had sunk low enough to buy thankfully, he did have some standards but had been a gag gift when he first started at the prescient because of all that hair he had. It had been a hint to cut his hair but he had always refused to go shorter than what he had too, and had always answered back that the ladies liked having something to hold, to quiet the insults.

This was something he rarely used but had to admit that he had on some occasions found it useful, though normally it was because he needed to dry papers that he spilled something on, but occasionally it was used for his hair. And he knew that this time it was going to be used for his hair. But first he quickly combed his hair of any tangles or snarls; it was always easier to do when it was wet and freshly washed.

Fifteen minutes later, Leon was satisfied that his hair was as dry as it was going to get and shut off the hair drier. He ran a comb though his hair again and was pleased that it was still easy to comb though and tangle free, before he took a deep breath. There was nothing else he could do, no more stalling he was ready as he was ever going to be. And replacing everything, he turned and walked back into the living room, picking up the package once more. Shakily reaching inside for the cheongsam he closed his eyes, feeling the silk against his skin even if was just hands and gentle tangled his hands into the fabric. Just letting himself breath with his eyes closed and eyes tilted back as his hands played with the fabric, feeling the silk wrapping around his fingers as if he welcoming him.

The detective couldn't tell you how long he sat there, just exploring the fabric and to be honest the fact he lost track of time playing with clothing made him question his sanity. But when he finally pulled his fingers free, he quickly pulled all the cheongsams out. He needed to put the ones that were meant for Chris and D aside, and then choose which of the remaining ones was he going to experiment with tonight.

He folded them carefully, the ones for Chris not as tempting as the one for D which made him wonder if it was all silk that affected him or there was just things that not even his subconscious could pervert and things that belonged to his younger brother were safe, and placed them neatly in a drawer underneath his bed. When the drawer was closed he was out of breath and felt like he had chased down a suspect after a two mile sprint, wondering and fearing the strength of his desire, he got up from his knees and looked at the three cheongsams left on his bed, each laid out neatly so he could clearly see them.

Looking at each of them carefully, he felt no regret for his choices and was torn equally for all of them, but he finally decided to choose the blue one, and hung the other two safely hidden way at the back of his closet beginning to be amused despite himself of his paranoia. The last one was like a siren calling from his bed, now there was no decisions to make, the only left was his putting it on. First he put on the dark colored pants or were they trousers because they went underneath, feeling the cool feel of the silk against his skin, causing him to gasp and struggle for composure. Then he slowly and carefully he put on the cheongsam, tying each fog carefully and slowly until the one was tied. And his careful control lapse a little as he groaned at the feeling of the silk touching each part of him.

If this was how D felt then no wonder he wore nothing else despite the insults and derogatory comments. Leon was beginning to wonder if he should have invested in a cock ring despite his dislike for toys so that he could keep in control of his body and not ruin his brand new clothing just a few minutes of wearing it. He snorted, from the way he was already rock solid hard he would probably gain a new appreciation for at least the ring so that he wouldn't coming like some teenager again who was just discovering the true meaning of hormones and why 'girls have cuties' thoughts were gone as if they never existed by twelve. Resuming his carefully controlled breathing, Leon forced himself to walk, even it was somewhat stiffly, over the full body mirror, and froze stun at his reflection, for a moment his control was not a concern.

He now knew another reason D never wore anything else. The reflection, for he had a difficult time believing it was really him was undeniably beautiful. Soft locks of blonde hair framing his face, neck and reaching for his shoulders but his eyes were a even darker but more stunning blue and almost matched the cheongsam that the reflection was wearing. Dark blue with a blue just a shade lighter shaped swirls decorated the pattern, the sleeves were billowing giving an appearance of endless arms, but the top from the neck collar down to his hips were tighter not giving clinging but almost embracing, before it flared out to the floor past his ankles but stopping for it touched the heels of his feet. The reflection was exotic and appeared wise and unearthly. The reflection made him feel attractive and in between beautiful and handsome.

Leon gave a smile and the reflection smiled back just as tentative but also peaceful and he knew that no matter how crazy he been feeling, he couldn't regret making the choice of buying the cheongsam. No he never could reveal or wear it to anyone but his reflection but in the secrecy of his home he could and would.

Leon couldn't believe how gullible he had been.

When he had first brought the cheongsams he had done so in hopes that they would help lessen his desire, that it would help his self-control so he wouldn't reach out and snag D when he was within range and just cling to him and his silk clothing, but all it seemed to do was make them stronger and made it so that he had to check to make sure that he wasn't alone with the count when he came over.

Before, when he had only felt the barest touch of the silk against skin, he had really just wondered what if he had just imagined how wonder it felt like and had wanted to touch it again this time on purpose, had just wanted to satisfy his curiosity. Now though he knew what if felt like. Knew what cool touch of silk against his skin would make him feel. It was as if he had been so hungry and for so long that he had just slowly forgot and ignored the hunger. But now, his appetite was stirred but this time it wasn't as easily clenched with a sip of water, he needed the real thing.

He had tried the cheongsams and though they no longer helped but made him fight not to touch D's now that he knew what they felt like and not just his imagination. He found he loved the feel of them against his skin, it set him on fire and his blood roaring each time he put them on. But now just the occasional evenings of feeling silk caress him was no longer enough. Leon found himself needing to touch silk more and more, to feel it flowing around his fingers and so he found himself buying more silk clothing that he could get away with wearing more openly and often.

It had gotten so bad that in the past three months he found himself with new routine after he finished working. Around seven he would drive to the nearest clothing store which was Macys and walk normally feigning interest in the DVDs or any of the other electronics, and by trial and error he found out that twenty minutes was the limit of his control. Before he would find himself in an aisle running his fingers along a silk article, he also had to use a lot of will power, and he was shocked just how much will power he actually had, not to go shopping crazy and buy everything and anything, silk.

To keep himself in control, he didn't always buy anything on the shopping trips, and when he did buy something he tried to keep his purchases down to one article at a time. And so far he ended up with three silk shirts; one white, one black and the blue, four silk ties, this time the three former colors and a stripped one of varying blues, twelve boxers of assorted dark colors except for two white ones and four silk sheets, two sets were black, one set was red and the other was green. He was beginning to have to go other stores as the cashiers knew him by name now and he even had his own Macy's card.

Hell even thinking about silk had him half hard and when he was touching it, he was completely aroused and helpless against it. His cock alert and so full that it hurt and he half to sit on his couch without the pants with his legs spread so that he could feel some relief.

And before he would get up and change so he turn in for the night, he would have to lift the cheongsam up and bundle it against his arms, placing a towel like it was a bib against the silk, as he stroked himself off. Not even really needing even that, as the silk was more than enough.

It was hard for him to suppress D from his mind, to stop the image of D being behind him with him half naked or all the way, leaning against the silk of his cheongsam as he touched him just right, so sure and firm…sometimes he had to yank his hand away and think of the most disgusting and un-arousing thoughts possible, which was easier said than done as it seemed D could make anything arousing. So far though thinking of his great grandmother and his chief seemed to work the best.

Sometimes though he was too far gone in his pleasure and to aroused to realize that in his mind it was no longer his callous hand but a softer and smaller hand with long painted finger nails that would tease him and beg and moan. And that the other identical hand would be the one fingering his opening and pushing in him, as he pictured kisses and bites reigning down his throat as he laid helpless in his embrace. And despite that those orgasm were far strong and physically more appealing, it would leave him feeling sick and disgusted with himself. Tears running down his face as he thought about how cruel and terrible a friend that he was and that he basically raped that person in his mind, to get off. Those thoughts afterwards helped him not have those fantasies for a long time. But eventually the fant…no the perverse thoughts would come back.

Again, he had no problems admitting he liked D, was even physically attracted to him, and that the count would be his ideal lover. Leon had relationships with both genders before, though with amount of male relationship it was far less than the female and shorter because the stress of hiding would become too much. But he didn't believe in fantasizing about someone you knew and cared about. It was perversion of trust, after all wouldn't a friend change in front of you, how would they feel to know that the trust they gave you, turned into be used as porn, as they pictured your body being used by them in different ways that they themselves might find offensive?

The lack of self control with the fantasy D's was beginning to make his love for silk, painful and humiliating. He couldn't stop himself from touching silk, and rolling around on his silk sheets, but before when he was left with feeling sated and good, now he was sated but painfully guilty too.

Groaning Leon pulled into the crime scene and parked his car. There were four news vans there and looking past the vans towards the large house, a big crowd was already forming around the yellow caution tape and at the lead was the reporters that the vans belonged too. He could already tell this was going to be a long tiring day and had woken up feeling like crap, his mind had another fantasy about D before he could stop it, they were becoming more and more frequent and every time he stopped by the tea shop he felt ashamed, fuck, the last few times he couldn't even look at him. The visit at the beginning week had him sitting like a statute staring had his tea cup as if it was the answer to life. The fact that D enjoying his newest sweets and sounded so much like his fantasy D's orgasm, made it even worse.

He hadn't even finished his tea, just gave a quick hug to Chris with an excuse he had too much work to catch up on, but he'll make it up to him later and stay longer the next time. Refused food which he knew had D getting on to his feet concerned and like a coward had ran out of the door with a fast goodbye. Not once looking at D's face the entire visit, which was a record short one of seven minutes, that had was even counting their worst arguments that normally had storming out early.

He cringed in remembrance as he thought of their worst arguments. Just yesterday he had tried to make up from his short meeting only for D to lose it suddenly while they were in the middle of tea and just rage at him. Shaking his head to dismiss the remembered argument, he ordered his mind to focus on work. He could revisit the meeting later, right now, he had a job to do, and telling his bosses that he was having relationship problems with a friend and suspect wasn't likely to endear him to them.

Reaching into his dashboard Leon pulled out a pair of medium size sun glasses and put them on, before getting out of the car. The detective hoped he wouldn't be spotted and tried to blend with the shadows as he began to walk to the scene, but of course his luck had decided to abandon him, as he hadn't even taken more than five steps and reporters were already turning from the caution tape and heading towards him, microphones stretched out.

Putting on his best scowl that said 'I rather tear your heart out, rather than talk to you' he let go of subtly and stormed forward. He was very glad that he had remembered to grab his sunglasses when bright lights indicating that his picture was being taken as he brushed past the reporters, forcing them to scatter instead of keeping in boxed in like they had hoped. He may be young but he had been a detective for over six years, he had learned how to handle the press by now and knew that if he hesitated they would launch themselves at him like vultures finding a dying animal.

Ducking under the tape, he stopped himself from doing a crazy triumph yelling 'freedom' and only allowed a quick smirk before he strode forward to the first officer he saw and recognized demanding "Officer David, what happened?"

"The Lee's they've been killed."

Leon was glad for his glasses hiding the fact that he just closed his eyes and clinched out, "shit."

The Lee's were a high classed and well known family of four, the parents and the two grown sons. They gave generous to charity every year and made appearances on television asking for donations for the charities they ran for helping the down trodden and the environment. Of course anyone with half brain also knew that they had their fingers in multiple businesses, and not the legit either. And that half their money came from a gang that their great grandfather had been in and that they still were heavily involved in the gang but there was just no proof, as any time someone came out to try and testify, the witness mysteriously vanished. Worse though, the Lee's were close friends of the mayor and had helped put him and keep him in office.

"You said it." David smirked, the older man looked a decade younger from his forty year old self before he went stern again, "the press arrived almost the same time the police did."

Leon groaned that he meant he had to actually talk to the vultures to see if they had any relevant information, pulling out a notebook and pen he asked "What can you tell me?"

"Well they've been dead for at least two days and was found by their house cleaner, a Maria Rosa an hour ago, she doesn't speak any English, so there hasn't been any questioning done with her yet."

Leon nodded jolting down what he needed, knowing that meant he was to question her, and wincing at the bloody scene he continued "okay, is forensics done?"

"Not the last time I checked, it's apparently very gruesome scene so they've been taking breaks to get air."

Leon nodded not blaming them, knowing what he could glimpse was just a small portion of the true gruesomeness, "Okay first thing where is Maria?"

He was led inside to the entry hall where a young woman sat in tears, with two officers on each side of her, clutching her hands together looking moments away from a complete breakdown.

"Hola señora, soy el Dectective Oscot. Esta el ?"

"Senorita Rosa, soy Oscot, detective. ¿usted era la criada de los Lees correcto?"

"Sí."

-¿Puede usted decirme qué sucedió? ¿Cuándo los encontró?

[Ms. Rosa, I am detective Oscot, you were the Lee's maid is that correct?

Yes.

Can you tell me what happened? When did you find them?]

"I've been cleaning their house for five years now, and I clean only three times a week, unless they have a party, Monday, Wednesdays and Friday no earlier than twelve."

"Yet you're here on a Tuesday morning."

She nodded looking wary but truthfully determined, "A few weeks ago they told me to come only on Tuesdays and Thursdays and no later than five in the morning."

"Do you know why."

"No," She answer shaking her head, before biting her lip, "But they had been acting strange."

"Strange?" Leon asked raising his eyebrow, he learned that most who innocent and only a witness to a crime needed only encouragement and they would tell everything they knew and well everything they didn't know.

"Well yes, they brought this animal." Leon closed his eyes briefly in dread feeling his luck turn for the worse, "But they refused to let anyone see it, we were told that if we looked we would be fired…"

She continued speaking and Leon would write it down, but only the notes later would let him know what she said.

Wrapping up the interview Leon asked one more question, hopping beyond hope that his instincts was wrong, "Do you know where the Lee's brought this animal?"

"From some pet store in Chinatown, I think it was Count D's."

Leon sighed feeling his hopes dashed, he really didn't Count D involved in this one. He was going to need real answers to report so that the mayor would be content to burn and punish someone, but he knew with D involved that it was only going to bring up more questions.

Leaving Maria with the usual 'your free to go as long as you don't leave town' speech, he headed to where the forensic team was waiting, already knowing what they were going to say, before they said it.

"Well it looked like some type of an animal killed them, but I don't know what species could do something like this."

When Leon walked the crime scene with the forensics they all thought it was a miracle and good training that kept him from losing his stomach, as he walked around the bodies making sure to contaminate nothing as he noted and asked questions. Trying to do his best and not unperturbed at the guts hanging out of the old man that was far from its' body. They could see how pale and sick he looked, and the dismay was clear on his face. What they didn't know was that it wasn't the case that had him sick. He had been sick even before he came to the crime scene that only got worse on hearing that it was animal attack, and that according to the maid, came from the Count D's Pet shop. And that he really was unperturbed by the gruesome scene, but only because his mind was whirling on how he was going to deal with D and get answers that would satisfy the major. He knew there was no chance he was going to be able to arrest him, but that didn't mean he was going to give up either. Not yet.

A few hours later had him stopping at one of the few sweet stores that sold good desserts and chocolate but didn't kill his wallet with buying a pound. He really didn't want to go see D today but with the most recent homicide being a prominent and well known family who had been close friends and supporters of the mayor and he was screaming for blood for answers to this terrible and horrific 'tragedy' that had been fallen them.

Frankly Leon thought the only tragedy was that they hadn't been killed earlier, but he knew better to voice that statement despite already whispers of similar thoughts going around. He may not always like his job but it was his job and he wasn't supposed to sympathize with crime and turn a blind eye because he agreed with them, at times.

"Fuck D!" Leon yelled as he pulled back into traffic, his purchase lying on the floor of the passenger seat, "Why didn't you just target the damn mayor while you at it!"

"Shit," Cars honked as he jerked his wheel to the right to avoid a car that only missed him due to sheer luck, and he yelled, "Learn how to drive bastard! Before you kill someone."

His steering wheel hummed as weaved through traffic, though he far more careful than the earlier one, he really didn't want to get into an accident, and it would be far too embarrassing for him to get pulled over, he would never be able to live it down.

After what was either too long or way to short Leon found himself pulling into what he had deemed his spot over a year ago, and that others seemed to agree with him as it was always open, no matter how crowded to the side of the Pet shop. And turned off the ignition, instead of reaching for the chocolate and storming through the doors as normally did with cases like these, he just leaned forward onto the wheel.

There was no way he was going to win today and he didn't see the point in even going into the shop to question D. He needed to be on top form to get any answers, no matter how useless they were, and he was far from fighting form. The only reason he was here because his job required him to go in and try, but damn it, if he went in, he was going to have to honor his promise to Chris. And D, well he could see smell weakness like a shark smelled blood in the water, and he had no qualms about kicking a man when he was down, in that sense.

Shaking his head, Leon began to sit up and reach for the ignition, ready to say screw it and find something, anything that could lead him to another clue without D, when he caught sight of a figure out of the corner of his eyes. Feeling dread well inside him, he turned to look at the figure and let his hand drop from his keys as he found himself staring at the very being he didn't want to see. Looking as usual perfectly beautiful in another of his cheongsam, watching him from the gates' doors.

Cursing under his breath, Leon reached up and pulled his keys out of the ignition and bent to grab a box of chocolates. Taking a deep breath he opened his car door, and got out, not bothering to lock the door. No one ever dared to steal from him when he was in front of D's shop. He didn't kid himself into thinking it was because he was a detective and they didn't want to steal from the law, he knew it everything to do with the mystery that was D, that many of Chinatown knew.

Turning to look at D, Leon swallowed, he didn't want to be here and he wondered if he still had time to run, maybe come back later and come up with an excuse then. D's smile changed for a moment as if he knew his thoughts, and Leon knew instantly running was no longer an option, if he ran he would be hunted. Giving his best scowl he stormed past D, and down the stairs. Fear and trepidation leading his storming true to form.

"Detective!" Count D called out sounding pleased turning and following him acting unperturbed and as if he didn't know the detective was seconds from turning on heel and running, "You're just in time for tea."

Any who didn't know D well or well who hadn't spent the past years investigating his every move, would have thought he didn't notice. D sounded normal even, pleased and pleasantly surprised of his arrival if a bit cynical of his arrival in time for free food. But Leon noticed that his voice was more sensual and he could feel his eyes narrowed on his back, watching him as he did when he had a new puzzle.

End of Chapter 1

I'm really a bit nervous about this story, and asking for any feedback, well except for flames. I thought about not even posting it, but decided that as much fun as I'm having writing it maybe someone might enjoy it too. I'm not asking you to be nice, but I'm asking that if you give me back information about why don't you like it or agree with it, give a reason so I can fix mistakes or see what I missed but your seeing.

Quick notes

I have read on different sites at three different alternative names for the cheongsam, some say that's the name of the female version. And guys are changshan, others' have said women are qipao and it's men that's cheongsam, since I think it cannon that it's cheongsam, I'm sticking to it.

Use of Spanish, it will be mentioned later how Leon speaks Spanish. I don't speak or write Spanish beyond the basics, so it's been translated online. I like to try and make the reader believe that there. Adding a bit of language so that they can pretend their ease dropping on the conversation.