Len "Present idea for Leon: bandages and a large bottle of ointment. For the scratches. Not for use as lube. No. Of course not." Dedicated to Pagemistress for giving me that idea.
Lemon Three
"I am sorry, my dear detective."
"God, D! That hurts!"
"My apologies." D lightly dipped the cotton swab in the bottle again and applied it to the second set of deep, long scratches.
"What happened to you last night?" Leon asked D, who shook his head.
"I'm not sure what came over me, My Dear Detective. I was in quite the mood, I'm sure."
"Ow!"
"I'm sorry." D said. He put the bottle of stinging antibacterial liquid to the side, to Leon's relief, and took out a role of Japanese bandages and a large bottle of ointment. Leon glanced at the new materials.
"You know, D...I don't mind if you scratch me up and down, as long as it's for sex and you don't use that." He pointed at the first bottle D had used.
"It could get infected." D said in his defense.
"What is that?" Leon asked, pointing at the bandages.
"Oh...these are Japanese bandages. I"m afraid the American ones just won't do in this case, Officer. In fact, I would have to say that I'm going to have to wrap your entire arm with this..."
"Great." Leon said enthusiastically. "You better be glad I don't have work tomorrow. Not that it will fade by Tuesday. You know, D, I'm going to have to where long sleeve shirts all week."
"I'm sorry you can't dress in anything reveling in the summer." D said bitterly.
Leon judged his look quickly. "Oh...jealous of everyone looking at my arms daily?" Leon asked.
D began to apply ointment to the scratches. "My Dear Detective," He began "I am jealous that anyone except me has to look at you. I would much rather prefer you stay here."
"Well, that's not an option."
D looked up at him. "Why not?"
"Huh? You can't be serious."
"You don't take care of Chris anymore, so you don't need to be a police officer any longer. You don't do anything with your money...I can easily take care of anything you do need-"
"Yah, well..." Leon said, but he didn't continue.
"I do hope I haven't made you angry." D said quietly after a long pause. Leon shook his head. He'd been staring at the ointment on his arm. How D applied it with careful fingers that had left sharp gashes in his skin the night before. How sticky and soft it was...
"No..." He said absentmindedly. "You haven't...." Leon looked at the ointment bottle sitting on the table as D wrapped his arm in bandages. "Is that full?"
"Hm? Yes, Detective. I don't often scratch things." D replied. Leon picked up the ointment bottle and examined it. "I need that arm now." D said, trying to gently take Leon's arm so he could fix it up. "Leon?" Leon squirt some ointment onto the hand with the wrapped arm and set the bottle down. "Oh, thank you detective..." D said, dipping a finger in and obviously thinking Leon would let him use it on his arm.
But the detective grabbed D's wrist before he could use the sticky clear substance. "Wait." Leon said, letting go and dipping his own fingers in. D looked confused until Leon's hands slid into his robe bottom.
"Oh!" He said in shock, but Leon's fingers were already gently caressing D's hole. The count squirmed. "Oh, my! Leon!" He tried to scold, but Leon's finger pushed gently inside. D tightened and squirmed further. "Detective! Let me...ah..."
A second covered finger dipped into D and the Count gasped. "You're tight, D...relax." Leon told him. The Count obeyed slowly. And slowly, Leon pushed a third wet finger into D. "I couldn't resist...we never use lube.."
"That is no excuse.." D fought pathetically.
Leon pushed a fourth finger inside and D moaned loudly. "Feels good, doesn't it D? Nice and sticky? You're warm..."
"You're so...dirty!" D said, both upset and heated.
Leon began to feel around inside. He pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in slowly. D wiggled terribly and layed out on the bed stomach down, obedient to the feeling of pleasure. Leon moaned and pushed the fingers in and out again.
D moaned this time and thrust up against Leon's digits as he pushed down until they hit his prostrate. D half-screamed in pleasure and did it again. Leon drove the fingers in roughly this time. D began constant noises to match the sounds of Leon fingering him. He bucked upwards several times and came.
D lay panting with his robe halfway up, exposing his lower area, with his head in the blankets of his bed. Leon smiled as he took out the fingers one at a time. D tightened as they were removed slowly, begging for more with his body. He moaned when the last one was removed, leaving him empty. He wasn't satisfied.
"Leon..." He moaned out, and Leon obliged. He handed the now dubbed lube bottle to D, who seemed to get the point. He squirted a generous amount onto his hand and rubbed it nicely over Leon's hardening member, running his nails gently along it at the same time, to Leon's contentment. Leon pushed his erection into D just as slowly as he had entered a finger and began to push in deep. D moaned hard into the blankets.
And this time, it was blankets that were torn to shreds.
Rea: Haha! Len you love to stop just when things are getting good!
Len: I like people to use their imaginations. This is most likely the last lemon for this...but don't worry. Two stories, and we'll have another D/Leon up for you all.
Rea: Criminal Fantasies, our Axel/Roxas, is next. Then we have a Hikaru No Go. Enjoy the break from our posting. Thanks for reading!
