Disclaimer: I do not own Pet Shop of Horrors or any of its Characters
Author's Notes: As with Part 1, Dialogue within () denotes speaking in Chinese.
The Chase
By: Nova Starlight
Part 3:
From the moment his feet had touched Japan's soil, Leon had been itching to head for Tokyo and confront D. Somehow, he managed to restrain himself so that he could calmly sneak off the ship and blend in with the various people milling around on the dock. He knew that his focus needed to be on finding himself a source of income and a place to sleep. With his limited knowledge of the Japanese language as a barrier, he knew it would be an all day undertaking. He found himself asking for information and directions in Chinese until someone understood. He was directed to a Chinese commercial district.
As he walked the streets, he wanted to laugh at the relief he felt when the streets signs began showing familiar kanji. His eyes scanned the signs looking for one that would indicate rooms for rent. The man who had directed him here had mentioned a boarding house. While he scanned the signs, he found himself reflecting on the hours he had spent on the dock asking for information in Chinese. He had to wonder why he had not bothered to speak in English. Maybe all of these years of immersing himself in Chinese and speaking nearly every language except English had affected him. It seemed that the English language had become somewhat alien to him.
His thoughts changed course quickly as he considered whether D would be aware of his presence here in Japan. The bastard always did seem to have a way of knowing these type of things. Reflexively, he found himself watching the people around him; wondering if any of them were watching him. It was hard to determine if anyone was paying undue attention to him. He was, after all, a tall, blond, white guy; who just happened to be speaking fluent Chinese. Of course, everyone was going to watching him. He sighed as he saw the neon sign of the boardinghouse. He spoke with the man at the check in counter and was able to barter physical labor in exchange for a place to sleep for the night. Tomorrow he would be on the move again, bound for Tokyo.
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Over the next few weeks, Leon had managed to make his way to Tokyo. He offered work in exchange for his meals and a place to sleep along the way. He could not bear the thought of panhandling, but he was not ashamed to accept charity if he could give something in return. It had worked well for him while traveling and was now providing him with something more stable as he settled into NeoChinatown. He had approached a small streetside ramen vendor and offered to work in exchange for food. The elderly woman behind the counter had looked on him kindly. She later revealed that she had been having trouble running the little place by herself since he husband's death. She offered him an empty storeroom in the back to sleep and meals in exchange for working there. He had gladly accepted her offer.
He later learned that she had immigrated from China years before, to marry her husband. Her name was Suyin and she had no children, no one to talk to, after her husband passed away. For the first time in years, he thought about something other than finding and confronting D. He wanted to be a comfort and help to this woman. With this in mind, his life began to settle into a routine. By day, he would go out and investigate D and his shop. By night, he would work the second shift at the ramen shop.
So far, his daily investigations had not yielded much in the way of results. There had been plenty of strange occurrences tied to the shop; exactly what he had been expecting all along. It was all déjà vu for Leon, except for one little thing. There were not as many deaths reported as he had expected. When he had begun investigating the shop all those years ago, it had been a death that brought him to that mysterious little shop. From that moment on it had been one death after another. It had seemed endless and he became hopelessly frustrated by his lack of progress.
He did not take notice of it as it was happening, but looking back now, he could see that over time there had been less death. Or maybe he had just become more open to D's motivation. Trying to pinpoint exactly when it happened was difficult, but he would say it was around the time when Chris had come to live with him. He had not given a second thought to placing his little brother in the Count's care; at the very same pet shop he was investigating in relation to countless homicides. He could not help but laugh at how fully he had managed to delude himself.
Now he was working, serving the customers at the counter. Though the shop was busy, he still managed to scan the faces of passerby on the street whenever the door opened for an entering or exiting customer. He never allowed himself to relax, always aware that he had settled in D's new neighborhood. If he was not on guard he was afraid that he would run into D when he was not expecting it and not be able to handle the situation.
At the end of his shift one night, after he had closed up the shop, he should have immediately gone into the converted storeroom that had become his home. Instead, he decided to brave the late night streets for a little walk. This was not the first time he had gone out for a walk after closing, but tonight something felt different. There was a shiver running down in his spine in anticipation for something, but he did not know what exactly.
Exiting through the shops back door and into the alley, he had only gone a few steps and was preparing to step out onto the street, when he looked up and nearly screamed at the sight. There he was, his target for all these years, D. He was walking down the street with a young Chinese businessman; obviously this Woo Fei person he had heard some much about. They were walking together; D was smiling and Woo Fei looked serious, but somewhat flustered, by whatever D had just said. Leon watched them covertly. He wanted to get closer, to follow them, as they continued their walk. They moved farther and farther away and Leon felt the urge to run out after them and grab hold of D. Watching them, he began to think about the pair and their relationship.
Had this Woo Fei developed feelings for D the way Leon had? If so, Leon could only hope for his sake that he was just as far in denial as he had been…if he had any. He watched them until they were out of sight. Leaning against the building and taking deep, deliberate, breaths to calm himself, he was no longer in the mood for a walk. As he reentered the building he realized that after seeing D tonight, he would not be able to hold back his confrontation much longer.
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Days later, Sofu D held the hand of his young charge as he made his way into his grandson's pet shop. He was apprehensive as to what he would find on the other side of those door and unconsciously gripped his son's hand tighter. It had been years since he had seen his grandson, devoted to raising his son and teaching him the ways of compassion. His apprehension today was due to a presence he had sensed here in Tokyo: The presence of Leon Orcot. He had rushed to his grandson when he first sensed Leon's presence drawing close to his current location, and was not sure what to expect when he arrived.
Knowing how his grandson felt for that human, despite his persistent denials, he had to wonder if seeing him again would finally tear away the last of his resolve? If that was the case he knew his grandson would be lost to him. He took a deep breath and opened the door; telling himself that he was prepared for anything.
The sight that greeted him was his grandson, calmly sitting on one of his intricate sofas and sipping tea. When he noticed his presence he exclaimed, "Grandfather! What are you doing here?"
Sofu managed to recover quickly, "Can a Grandfather not simply come to see his grandson for a visit?"
"Oh," D seem surprised. "I apologize for my rudeness," he continued quickly. "I am not quite myself this afternoon."
"Hmmm," he responded noncommittally. "Did something happen…'Like Leon Orcot showing up in Japan'…?" the last part spoken only in his mind.
"I just…" D began explaining before trailing off. After a few moments of silence he changed the subject. "Never mind, it is nothing important. So, you decided to simply come to Japan for a social visit?"
Sofu D found himself studying his grandson carefully. He seemed distracted, lost in his thoughts, but not shocked. Certainly not like he had just been confronted by the human he loved. Could it be possible? He asked himself. Had Leon not made his presence known? He suddenly realized that he had gotten caught up in his own musings, while D had been awaiting an answer to his question.
"I just thought I would come check in on you," he replied. "It has been years since I saw you last." He took a seat at the sofa opposite his grandson and finally relinquished his hold on his young son's hand. The young boy quickly made his way towards the animals that had gathered around their meeting and spoke with him in a proper tone befitting a much older child. He smiled slightly at the sight and then turned back to face his grandson. He was speaking about the shop and relating various stories, but he listened with only half attention while his internal dialogue and thoughts continued. Why had Leon not come forth? If he was here, he had to be searching for D; so what was taking him so long to come forward?
He reflected back to all the times he had seen the way his grandson and the human had interacted with each other. He had spent two years disguised as Q-chan, watching them, and learning. In that span of time, he learned many things but two that were the most important were that the pair definitely held an affection for each other and that they were both too prideful to ever admit it. It was the denial of their feelings for each other that he had clung to, and the reason he had not disposed the detective the moment he had become a nuisance.
As time progressed, he had found his anxiety about their budding friendship increasing. With the appearance of the detective's younger brother, Chris, Leon had spent more and more time around the shop. He had debated countless times, whether to reveal himself and move his grandson away before he could truly fall in love with the human. But before he could put such a plan in to action, he realized that it was too late.
He had been watching Chris and PonChan play from his perch on his grandson's shoulder. He glanced at his face and saw the adoration in his grandson's eyes that caught him by surprise. There was something in that gaze that he had not been able to distinguish at the moment. It was not just an admiration for Chris and his gifts…there was more to it. Then the bell over the door had rang and D's eager gaze had flashed to the shop's entryway. He stared almost longingly at the door until Leon called out, "Anyone home?"
At the sound of the human's voice, his grandson's gaze had turned away quickly. He had been able to clearly see all the emotions that he had been trying to hide; to put back in to place that mask of aloofness. It had become clear to him at that moment that D's adoration for Chris was partly due to no greater reason than his relationship to Leon Orcot. His fear had been realized, his grandson was in love with a human.
When the realization had come, he had instantly regretted his decision to not take D to another city at the first sign of their attraction to each other. However, after a little thought, the regret faded away. He began to take note of the positive change in his grandson's personality; he judged mankind but retained more humanity and kindness. So in the end, he was left to watch the covert glances and subtle flirting of his grandson with the clueless response of the human. He could only hope that when the day came for them to separate, it would not be too hard on his grandson.
Weeks later, when his son had reappeared with a plan to cause harm to humans, he had been unsure of the path D would take. When the dust settled, he had set off with his newly reborn son, and left his grandson to make his choice. Seeing the broken detective there on the floor, he had known that D would save him. After that, he had expected D to take him with him, and leave behind the world his grandfather had offered him. He had not been able to hold back his own tears as he thought that it would be the last time he would see his grandson.
Not long afterwards, he had discovered what had actually happened after his departure. He had sensed D's presence in Berlin, but Leon's remained in Los Angeles. Months later, when his grandson moved the shop again, he realized that Leon was on the move as well, leaving Berlin. It seemed that the human had finally come to terms with his feelings and was in pursuit. He remembered visiting D's shop at the time out of concern. By the time he had left he had learned something else about his grandson. Despite his feelings for Leon Orcot, he had no intention of ever revealing them.
Though his resolve was firm, Sofu had to wonder how it would withstand Leon's sincere confession? Perhaps that was the real reason that his grandson kept moving the shop, kept dodging the detective, because he would be unable to turn him away again. If that was what his grandson really wanted, than he could assist him now in his goal. All he had to do was tell his grandson that Leon was here in Japan and he could relocate his shop once more. As he considered the option, he continued to study his grandson sitting across from him. Looking at his grandson, he noticed a sadness in his eyes that held the truth of his emotions, despite the smile on his face. He remembered a time when his grandson's smile had reached his eyes and knew that he could be that happy again. The detective could make him happy. If he had come all this way, searched for all this time, he had to be ready to admit his feelings. With these final thoughts he concluded that the best thing he could do for his grandson was to keep his mouth shut.
His focus returned to the conversation and saw that the D was smiling and speaking with the child his father had become. It reminded him once again of the adoring gaze he had bestowed on Christopher Orcot. He cleared his throat and stood. "Excuse my rush, but I am afraid we must depart."
"But you only just arrived," D commented.
"Yes, I know," he responded in a tone that did not allow for further questions. "However, I should be getting the young one back home and leave you to your business."
D did not argue, just smiled and stated, "Of course, I understand." Sofu noticed once again that it was not a truly happy smile, but the false polite smile that he gave customers. As he exited the shop, he once again wondered if this would be the last time he saw his grandson.
Once his grandfather had made his exit, D had given a deep sigh of relief. He had been distracted and rattled throughout the entire visit, and had hoped that it had not been obvious to his grandfather. Of all the days he could have picked for a visit, he had to pick the day after he had seen Leon on the street. Correction, the day after he believed he had seen Leon on the street. He had been walking with Woo Fei through Chinatown the night before, on his way back to the shop from a bar. His attention had been caught by a quick flash of gold in the alleyway. Subconsciously, he had turned his head away but found himself sneaking a covert glance back to see a white man that looked a lot like Leon staring at him. He had no idea how he managed to look away and maintain his composure as he continued walking with Woo Fei. He raised his hands to his temples and began to massage them as he closed his eyes. It was all a figment of his imagination. There was absolutely no way that Leon was wondering around NeoChinatown.
…
Days later, Leon took a deep breath as he approached the doors of D's new shop. He speculated as to what scene would be waiting for him on the other side of these doors. Would D be seated on that intricate sofa expecting him for teas; as he always had before. With a deep breath he gathered his determination and pushed the doors open. The image was a familiar one, incense burning faintly in the background and a table that was laid out with a veritable buffet of sweets and tea sandwiches. There were two teacups placed on opposite sides of the table.
His heart was pounding wildly in his chest, while he continued to examine the room. Increasing his sense of déjà vu was the fact that it seemed to be the same furniture, the same china, the exact same décor he had once known. It felt as if he had truly stepped back into time, back to when he was in Los Angeles, when he stepped inside the shop. But it was not LA, he was here in Japan, chasing after D for nearly six years. He suddenly realized that D could have been expecting him; maybe he had laid out this spread for his arrival. Though he did not consider it for long, he realized that it was most likely laid out for Woo Fei, that Chinese man he had heard so much about while in China. His nervousness vanished in a flash to be replaced by anger and frustration. He was supposed to be the only man that D cared for, the only one he would make tea for. God, he felt like an idiot hearing his thoughts play back in his brain.
Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by D entering the room with a teapot. Leon watched the reactions play out over D's face; shock and a look resembling horror.
He could only speculate as to what D was thinking at this exact moment, but he did not give it too much thought. He was too busy taking in the view before his eyes. It was a feeling of déjà vu more intense than the one he had experienced entering the shop. Looking at D, he looked exactly the same as when they had last seen each other. His mismatched eyes shone brightly as ever. Those lips that usually formed an arrogant smirk looked as soft as satin and red as cherries. With his realization of his attraction to D, the sight of those eyes and those lips was having a discernable effect on areas of his body besides his pounding heart.
As much as Leon was appreciating that D looked the same as he remembered him, D, however, found himself staring at the man before him in awe. He could not believe that this man standing in his shop was Leon Orcot. He was definitely handsome, but time and hard labor had left their marks on him. Lines had appeared in his facial features that made him seem more rugged, mature, than he remembered. His hair was as golden as ever, but it was shaggy and unkempt; falling all around his face. The man that stood before him looked as if he had been leading a rough life.
Finally the silence was broken when Leon spoke, "(Hello D, long time no see.)"
The fluent Chinese gave D another start. It must have been visible on his face, because he saw Leon smile. The flash of amazingly bright teeth caused his heart to start pounding wildly in his ears. He forced himself to take deep breaths and regain his composure. "(Why detective, what on Earth are you doing here?)" he asked in his most condescending tone. "(At least it seems you picked up some language skills along your journey.)"
D's response to him caused Leon's blood to boil in very different way than the first sight of him had. He was frustrated beyond compare at the arrogant attitude D exhibited. After all the time, after everything he had been through, for him to act this way. Well, he had been searching too long, waiting too long for this moment, he would not be discouraged. "(Well, I needed a hobby to occupy my time these past few years,)" he continued.
D's expression faltered for only a second, but his affable mask was back in place quickly. "(Why detective, I presumed you would have used the time to pursue your own interests; like hitting on beautiful women in bars around the globe, or expanding your collection of pornography with more exotic fare.)" He looked away as he spoke the last sentence, taking the opportunity to place the tea pot on a small buffet table nearby. He remained standing, not trusting himself or Leon enough to take his usual seat. In fact, after he had sat down the teapot, he maneuvered his body behind the sofa; seeking to put some sort of barrier between them. Leon remained silent for a few moments and D began to question whether Leon had been able to understand his words.
"(You really see me that way?)" he inquired thoughtfully. "(Or are you simply trying to push me away again?)" There was a small pause before he continued; almost as if he were carefully choosing his words. "(You could not possible believe that I am that ignorant man you once knew, not after everything I have done. After all the years I have spent looking for you?)" His posture and tone exuded a confidence that was striking. His gaze was firm and never strayed from his eyes, and it was affecting him. He watched as if in a trance as Leon began to slowly, deliberately, make his way towards him. After a few steps, he was surprised as he realized that he had begun backing away.
In that moment, he was saved from the confrontation. Woo Fei burst into the room with his usual air or ownership and arrogance; obviously arriving for what had become their routine afternoon tea. He could not explain how the idea popped into his head, but suddenly he knew exactly how to dispose of Leon. Woo Fei looked surprised by the presence of a tall, very rough looking, American in D's shop. This would be too easy, D concluded to himself.
"Oh Woo Fei! I am so glad you are here!" he exclaimed with feeling. Then he dashed towards his landlord held out his arms. Once they were close, he wrapped his arms around Woo Fei and drew him into an embrace.
"Now wait a…D…," He seemed unable to gather his composure.
"Just play along," he whispered into his ear. "I am trying to dispose of a stalker." D cringed a little at the word 'stalker'. Although it was a somewhat fitting term for a man that had spent years trying to track him down, he did not really see Leon that way. Woo Fei's muscles relaxed and his arms made their way around D's body in a relaxed embrace. "(As you can see detective, there is no reason for you to have come here,)" he stated, turning to face his uninvited guest.
"(So, he is the one you choose, huh?)" Leon asked; the smile on his face not disappearing but changing. "(I guess it does not really surprise me, guess I missed my chance a long time ago.)" He shrugged his shoulders and made his way to the exit. As he passed, D caught the scent of him and felt himself losing his resolve. He was really going to leave, but it was the best for him. He did not trust himself to loosen his hold on Woo Fei as he approached and paused at the door, mere inches from him. "(Hey D, can you promise me something?)"
"(What?)" he asked quickly.
"(Promise you won't leave Japan for a while,)" he asked softly.
The emotion in his words, pulled at D. He resisted the effect by reverting to condescension as he answered. "(I have no intention of leaving Japan,)" Leon did not say anything else, just nodded and left the shop.
"What was all of that about?" Woo Fei asked just moments after the door had closed. D did not answer him, just slipped from his arms and returned to where the teapot sat on the buffet table. The tea inside, most likely already gone cold. He picked it up in his hands, as his brain replayed the scene that had just transpired. Had Leon really come all this way to give up so easily? It had hurt to see him again, his heart was still racing and his skin felt as if there were little jolts of electricity running through it. He barely notices as the tears begin to trickle down his face, landing on the teapot before he allowed it to slip from his fingers and crash to the floor.
…
It had been weeks since Leon had come to the shop and D had begun to notice the effect his visit had on him. He was reclined in one of his favorite chairs, with his favorite book sitting in his lap. He had brought it to his eyes many times, but it failed to catch his interest for more than a few moments. He could admit, at least to himself, that he had missed Leon; that he cared for him. He cursed his foolish heart for becoming so attached to him, though he did not understand why. He had met many amazing creatures, why had he fallen in love with a human?
His memories shifted to the day his grandfather had taken him from his father to raise. He had been angry at his son, called him a fool for his desire to use human genetics to enhance his offspring. He had blamed mankind and their conquest desires for his son's motivation. At the time he had been young, barely a toddler, but his grandfather had explained it to him later on. The lesson from this had seemed clear to him; humans had corrupted his father and that he should resist corruption as well. Now, he was no longer sure of anything; his beliefs or his motivation. When his father had been reborn his grandfather had spoken of his father's wish for humanity. Was it possible that he had forgiven him? Forgiven mankind? He shook his head and tried to clear his thoughts. He guessed it did not really matter anymore, Leon was gone.
…
Leon scrubbed at his face and hit the snooze on the little alarm clock beside his cot. As he began to stretch and continue waking from a restless sleep, he thought about D. These past few weeks he had set his alarm early and gone out searching for information on the pet shop, but it was pointless now. All he had to do was work, and he had hours before his shift. It had been weeks since he had met with D and had been encouraged to go home. He should have gone, he knew that, but he had no desire to return to the way he had been before. So now he was left still rising earlier than he needed to and heading out into Chinatown; not in search of information, but simply hoping to catch a glimpse of D while he was out with Woo Fei. It was pathetic and he knew it. All he had to do was frequent the high class sweets shop and try to stay out of sight.
Today, was not his lucky day. He had been standing in the alley, a hat pulled down over his face, watching D as he purchases a box of sweets to take back with him to the shop. He should have remained in the shadows of the alleyway, but he had not been able to help himself. As he took a small step out into the street, the movement caught D's attention. As the realization of just who had been standing there hit him, D's expression of shock was plain to see on his face.
Seemingly ignoring Woo Fei's presence, he approached him. "(Why are you still here?)" he asked incredulously. His voice felt as if it were on the verge of breaking. He tried to mask it with his arrogant smile, but it just looked twisted and unsure. "(Why did you not go home?)"
Leon could not stop himself from laughing sarcastically. It seemed that he was busted and there was no point in hiding his emotions anymore. "(What home?)" he demanded.
"(Back to America. Back to your job and your family; where you belong.)" he asserted, placing emphasis on the word 'belong'.
"(I have not had a home to go back to for a while. The only place I ever had in all of my adult life that felt like home was your shop.)" He looked away, embarrassed by his admission. "(As for family, the only one who wants me around is Chris. The problem with that is that I am the last person that my aunt and uncle want around him. They don't want to lose Chris now that he is speaking again, and were ecstatic about my indefinite trip around the world. Not that it matters, Chris is better off with them.)"
D did not know what to say. The raw emotion in Leon's voice and body language was causing pain in his chest. The words of comfort he wanted to provide were stuck in his throat, his condescension took control once more. "(So what will you do here?)" he asked. "(What will you do when I leave Japan?)"
Leon's sad expression became one of furry in a flash. D was not sure what to expect but was still surprised when Leon grabbed his hand and pulled him towards his body. When they reached each other, Leon's head swept down to crush his lips against D's in a powerful, claiming, kiss. D felt himself being drowned in heat that flooded his body and overwhelmed his senses. It was not the first time he had ever been kissed, but it was the first time a kiss had made him feel like this. Neither of them were aware of the changing expressions on their observer's face.
Woo Fei experience many different emotions while he watched them kiss; shock, disgust, and embarrassment. Finally, he managed to speak. "(That's more than I can take Count D. I do not know what happened between the two of you, but I am not playing your little game anymore.)" His words seemed to break the spell over the two and both were looking at him in surprised.
"(What game?)" Leon asked.
"(Pretending to be the Count's lover to dissuade you,)" he answered quickly. He turned to walk away, pausing for a moment to comment, "(Sorry Count.)"
D chanced a look at Leon after Woo Fei's revelation and saw that the anger was still visible in his expression tinged with something else…conviction. "(You had him pretend to be your lover to get rid of me huh?)" Leon ruminated. He grabbed his hand once more and began to pull him along. D did not ask where they were going, Leon's determination silenced his resistance. Within moments, he realized that they had returned to Woo Fei's building, Leon was taking him back to the pet shop.
Once inside, D prepared for Leon's anger, for his bitter words of reproach. Instead, Leon just pulled D back to him and brought their lips together once more. D's body did not seem to listen to his mind's commands to resist. His arms snaked their way around Leon's neck and pulled him closer. Leon's lips were soft despite his rough exterior. The tongue that glided into his mouth to duel with his own was hesitant for a moment before becoming forceful with passion. Oh! Leon's kiss was melting him. His entire body became weak and D found his entire weight being supported by his arms around Leon's neck.
When their kiss broke for the pair to breath, Leon leaned in and touched his forehead to D's, not loosening the hold he had on his body. "(You are not getting rid of me D,)" he whispered softly. "(If you leave, I will just find you again. No matter how long it takes me to chase you down, I will never give up.)"
D hung his head. This was not how he had expected this whole thing to play out. Then again, he had not expected Leon to continue to search for him month after month, year after year, either. "(Why did you have to be so persistent?)" he mumbled quietly. "(Why could you not just go home and forget about me?)"
The words were cliché but Leon's tone expressed his seriousness as he responded, "(You are unforgettable, D.)" Leon's lips searched for his once more, pulling him back into the passionate haze that had nearly swallowed him just moments before. Leon did not prolong the kiss, pulling away just as D began to abandon himself. "(D, I…,)" he struggled to find the right words. "(I have changed, because of you…changed for the better. Now, I'm here and I want to be by your side.)" He was quiet for a few moments, as if debating whether he should continue. "(If you really don't want me to stay. I will leave you alone, but I am not making any promises to go back to the states.)"
D looked into his eyes carefully. Leon was giving him an out. All he had to do was to gather his composure, look in his eyes, and send him away once more. He remembered pushing him away on the ship, it had seemed difficult at the time, but this was much worse. It was not as simple as a little push anymore. He carefully considered everything that Leon had said. He believed Leon when he said that he would not go back, stay nearby and in the shadows. Faced with this, he found his resolve crumbling. There was just one more thing he needed to know. "(Leon, why did you come looking for me? What do you want from me?)" Leon's blush revealed much about his answer but D needed the words. "(I want to hear you say it.)"
Leon looked into his eyes and simply said, "(I want you. I want to be with you. I…I love you.)"
D's pulse was racing, just from the passionate look in Leon's eyes and hearing Leon's words caused his body temperature to rise and his heart to pound. "(I give up Detective; you win, you can stay.)"
Leon frowned and looked at him reproachfully. "(Really, you are just giving in to me?)" With a sigh he continued, "(You know D, you are not the only one who needs to hear the right words, and do you think you could call me Leon?)" His look became playful, flirtatious.
"(I love you too…Leon,)" he murmured.
Leon's face was instantly lit up with a beaming smile. There were no more words after that, he claimed D's lips once more in their fervent kiss, and wrapped him in a clinging embrace. D was usually levelheaded and logical; able to think through any situation. Though in this situation, he was at a loss, he found himself giving over control completely to Leon. It was almost as if he were watching himself from above, watching how Leon moved and manipulated him to keep their lips locked together, their bodies pressed up against each other. It was exciting to him to feel the way Leon took control, it was refreshing to let himself go and submit to his advances.
Though Leon was maintaining his control, he was unsure of exactly how he should proceed. Kissing was great, kissing he was good at; it did not matter if he was kissing a man or a woman. The rest would not be so simple. He gathered his determination and moved his hands from D's waist down over his firm ass, groaning with pleasure as he cupped it with both hands, causing their evident arousals to rub against each other. D's moan came out more like a whimper and it effected Leon like a lightning bolt racing through him. Then the sweet agony as D broke their kiss and instructed, "(Come with me.)"
D pulled Leon down the hallway to his bedroom. His body felt as if it were on fire. Once inside of his bedroom, his hands went to his collar and began to undo the intricate buttons. Leon simply watched him transfixed. Once the chenogasm hit the floor, Leon's trance was broken. From that moment on it was a flurry of clothes. As their hands sought each other's flesh underneath.
Leon's hands that held D lifted him easily and carried him to the opulent bed. He laid him down and though he had never held a man this way, he was no longer nervous or frightened; D's words of love had been all the assurance he needed. There was no more searching, he had what he wanted, right here in his arms. D's gaze met his and it seemed that they were able to communicate without words. The love and desire that were coursing through him intoxicated him, overwhelming his senses. He had never responded to anyone like this before, and they were only naked.
D grasped Leon's hand and brought it to his lips. He brought two of his fingers together and slid them into his mouth. Leon's response sounded reminiscent of a feral growl. D's eyelids fluttered as he closed his eyes and focused on sucking on Leon's fingers. When he finally pulled them away, they were coated with his saliva. If he had thought his hard on was pressing before, the urgency within him had increased tenfold.
Leon could not hold back any longer. Bringing those slick fingers down to D's opening, he gently pushed past the tight ring of muscle. D gasped and buried his face into his shoulder. He was so turned on that he really did not believe that he was so in control as he prepared D for him. Little shivers of excitement ran through him with every little gasp that escaped D's lips and the nails that dug into his shoulders.
As Leon's fingers pushed their way into him, D could not meet his gaze. He heard the breathless little gasp he gave, and he knew there would be no more pushing Leon away. The human had become a part of him, his life intertwined with his own forever. They were now as connected spiritually as they were about to be connected physically. He continued to cling to Leon and gasp in pleasure until Leon's fingers withdrew completely.
"(D, I love you…,)" he began breathlessly. "(I promise to be gentle, but I cannot hold back any longer. Are you ready for me?)"
All he managed to respond was, "(Yes,)" It was all that Leon needed to hear. Their bodies became one as Leon slid into the tight heat of D's body. There was a flash of pain that consumed D's senses for a moment until he relaxed and allowed his lover to come deeper and deeper into his being. Leon raised D's legs up and thrust gently but painstakingly; searching for the secret pleasure spot hidden within him. His body became out of his control and he found the words he had kept locked up inside of him spilling out. "(I…I love you…oh…Leon….Leon…I have loved you for so long…Oh!…Detective!)" As his pleasure reached its peak, he felt Leon's climax inside of him. There was only a feeling of warmth and satisfaction as his eyes closed and he slipped into sleep.
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When D woke in the morning, his hands reached out for his lover. Leon was sleeping soundly in the bed beside him, his arms wrapped securely around D's waist. It was as if he was trying to ensure that D would not run away again. As if he could ever leave him now, after the night they had spent together. Feeling this pleasure, this closeness to Leon, he could not imagine how he had ever pushed him away. He brushed the golden hair from his sleeping face and knew that their lives were forever changed, but no matter what came in the future, he would never leave Leon's side. As much as he had tried to deny it, tried to run from it, Leon was his mate. Their lives were now bound to each other, forever.
The End
Author's Notes: I apologize to any readers that were expecting this installment to debut last week. It ended up being a few pages longer than I expected. I am both excited and sad to see this story to its completion. I hope everyone enjoyed this story, please review. I have another D & Leon story brewing in my brain, but it will most likely not debut until after Christmas. So keep checking my profile and blog for updates and info.
