PSOH Pet Shop Perpetual Chapter 4
Some uncertain time later, Leon groaned and tore his mouth away, breathing hard, head bowed down on D's shoulder. D felt the urgent erection pressed against his belly and shivered in anticipation as he panted softly in Leon's arms. A long-ignored warmth surged through him, melting the last of his doubts.
When Leon finally got his breath back, he spoke in a tone that allowed no denial.
"You've got yourself a new Pet, D. I'm not taking one fucking step out of this place without you. Not one. And you, you go nowhere without me – you're on a short leash, you Chinese Houdini." He pulled D closer, resting his chin gently on the silky dark hair, and continued, his voice mellowing but still steely. "You can stuff me in your goddamned suitcase if you have to, but you will never leave me again. Never again, you hear me?"
D nodded faintly into the warmth of Leon's throat, odd eyes closed in defeat…and relief. Well, he had tried to resist, but there was such a thing as fate. He had belonged to this man for such a long time; he could not bring himself to turn away again.
Hamlin took this opportunity to escape the breast pocket of Leon's jacket, where he'd nearly met an unpleasant death by squishing, and skitter up to perch on top of Leon's tousled head. He clung and peered nearsightedly around. After a moment the Count leaned back in Leon's arms and smiled up at both of them, his eyes alight with glittering amusement. He ruefully shook his head.
"What if I don't need another Pet, Leon? The Shop is rather full at the moment."
"Then you've got a guard dog, D. Or a lover--- or a mate. Whatever you want to call it – I don't give a shit. Somebody has to keep an eye on you and it's going to be me. Get used to it, D, 'cause I'm not leaving."
"I gathered that, Leon. I'm just not quite sure what to do with you now you're here." D's mouth curved in a teasing smile. "For that matter, where will you sleep?"
Leon chuckled in delighted amusement, still reeling at what seemed an easy victory, and set his mouth to D's finely sculpted ear once again. "Where do you think?" His low voice buzzed and the Count swallowed hard, shutting his eyes as Leon dipped his tongue into that delicate orifice. D sighed in sweet resignation. The few objections he had left were none of them likely to halt the inevitable. He may as well stop protesting and enjoy it, since Leon didn't seem like he was going to allow anything else.
Right on cue, Leon dragged his lips down D's long pale neck and nosed his way down D's chest, tonguing nipples through the matte black silk. He kissed the outline of embroidered dragon, and the Count clutched his blonde head tight, tortured and gasping. Practiced fingers slid over D's thighs, and stroked him into hardness through his trousers. The Count lolled back over Leon's arm, knees weak and jittery, overwhelmed by lust. So very delicious, to be touched by this man…so very...necessary.
"Mmm…nhh…oh!"
D shuddered, oblivious with pleasure, making needy noises that drove Leon insane, while Hamlin frantically ran up and down Leon's bent back, seeking safety. Spying the armchair, Hamlin leapt in a herculean effort, scrabbling up its back. He'd never seen his human experience mating season before but he certainly knew enough to get out of the way.
"D!" The Count's sweet scent tickled his nose as he feasted, his tongue dampening D's trousers, nimble fingers stroking ever faster. The Count arched in his arms, taut with the burgeoning fullness of his crotch, tears of pleasure seeping down his cheeks.
"Ah…Leon, Leon!"
Leon stopped the sound with his mouth, swallowing D's final cry of satisfaction.
Hamlin had to leap once again when D's knees gave way completely and he collapsed gently down on the chair, Leon following to crouch over him like a ravening beast. Hamlin took refuge on the tea table, happy to find cake, and did his best to ignore the sounds of ripping silk, scraping zippers and throaty groans.
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"-aid. Leon, do you remember?" Leon was almost asleep; the Count's soft question prodded him back to wakefulness. They were lying entwined on the Count's enormous four-poster bed, satiated for the moment, drowsing in the late morning sunshine.
"Remember what?" Leon asked, not opening his eyes. He ruffled D's hair and kissed his forehead, trying to pet him back to sleep.
"The Mermaid, Leon. Do you remember her?" D stared at him intently, unblinking.
There was a pause while Leon sorted his mental Rolodex.
"Evangeline Blue?"
"No, no, the other one, Leon, the one we met on our vacation with Chris. Shino's Mermaid." The Count was obviously not about to let this go, so Leon tried harder to concentrate. Who was this Shino, again? Trying to remember that gave him the light-headed feeling he always got when he thought about that trip. He'd been called a hero – that had been weird. And he had been told there was a volcano. Pity he didn't remember it. He did recall the Count's version of a swimsuit, but very little else. There was something about red flowers, he thought, but his brain shied away when he tried to recall details.
"Leon?" D prompted.
"Umm, no, I don't think so. I don't think I can, D. All I remember is you. And something about red flowers and ..and…maybe cake."
"I see. Cake." D sounded perplexed. "Then, Leon, why did you come? If you do not remember what happened there, why would you ever look for me?"
"'Cause I love you, asshole. Jeez, that's simple. Why else would I spend nearly 3 fucking years seasick and sunburned?"
"But you shouldn't. She made you forget." D's voice was fretful. "There's no reason—"
"She didn't make me forget that, whoever the hell she was. Hell, I didn't even realize I was in love with you till after you took off, D. That was what, a year later, right? It doesn't make sense, some woman making me forget what I didn't know in the first place."
"Mermaid, Leon, not 'some woman'. And you knew, Leon. You did know. You even asked me to help you remember….which I am trying to do, but without much success." D sat up, clutching his head, and Leon idly stroked his bare back.
"Well, does it really matter, D? In the long run, I mean? So what if I forgot one little vacation. We're together now and that's what counts." Leon watched D for a moment, searching for a way to cheer him, 'cause he looked vaguely disappointed.
"Hey, maybe my body remembered for me, you know? 'Cause I do seem to know all your sweet spots and I sure as hell didn't track you down just to arrest you. Think about that." Leon grinned at the frustrated Count, a hint of swagger in his attitude.
Defeated, D lay back down and sighed heavily. Leon pulled him close again and there was silence in the room for several moments.
"Oddly enough, I think you may be correct, Leon." D sounded as though he had considered it thoroughly. "You did forget, I am positive of that, but I often wondered afterwards if perhaps you still harbored some memory, even if it was incomplete. The way you looked at me sometimes---" He stopped himself, blushing. "Well, I suppose memory is not the only ruler of emotion. I wonder if she realized."
"It's got nothing to do with it, D. It's the heart that counts. Look, if you actually added up all those times I came to your Shop, it's kinda obvious it wasn't for the tea and cake or even my little bro'. I wanted to see you, pure and simple. Wanted to, needed to, whatever. It was necessary to me. You were necessary, even if I didn't get half of what you talked about or a tenth of what went on in there. Hell, I thought you running drugs, D. Selling kids. Not like that fucking mattered, though, 'cause I was still there every single goddamned day."
"It did matter, Leon. You were more often angry than not as I remember it. And my memory, at least, is completely intact."
"So, what about this Mermaid?" Leon asked, deftly turning the subject. "What'd I forget? Something good?"
The Count blushed beet red and buried his face in the pillow. "I can't tell you that!" His embarrassed voice was muffled by satin-covered down. Leon chuckled. D could be cute --when he wasn't being so damned annoying!
"Come on, D." Leon coaxed. "You just said you'd help me remember, right? So, help me." A firm palm turned D's chin till he was facing Leon again, still blushing furiously.
"I will not speak of that night, Leon! I'd appreciate it if you didn't force me." His frown was fierce but there was no real menace behind it.
"Then show me, D." Leon invited, running the finger across D's kiss-swollen lips. "Let your body do the talking, hmm? You don't have to say a single word if you don't want to…I bet I can guess." He rolled closer, bringing their bodies together. D realized with shock that Leon wasn't the slightest bit tired.
"You...you pervert--! Stop that!" But Leon didn't stop.
"Did we do this?" He suckled D's nipples, nipping gently. "Or this?" he asked, trailing hot wet kisses down D's abdomen.
"Stop! Don't do that--!" D gasped out as Leon's mouth wrapped around the tip of his half-hard cock, causing it to swell and grow. D's hips began to rock in ancient rhythm as Leon sucked and licked him, fingers clenched on the sheets, lips compressed to keep from crying out. Shaking his head at D's passiveness, Leon slid his warm length up D's unresisting body, slipping a strong arm around him and prying his nails off the comforter with other hand. With a grunt he pulled the Count over to lie sprawled on top of him, and then firmly tugged D upright. He liked this position best, 'cause he could watch the expressions that crossed that gorgeous face, every one miles better than that fake smile.
D sat atop him, eyes glazing over with embarrassment and growing passion and Leon stroked his smoothness with delicate fingers, till D was squirming. Taking a deep breath and regaining some of his usual aplomb, the Count in turn ran teasing nails down Leon's chest, pausing to twist his nipples. Leon groaned and grinned and grasped D's cock once again, stroking it mercilessly till D cried out with pleasure, his thin cum spraying Leon's chest. Leon grinned, loving it. But this was all very familiar, somehow.
"I'm thinking you probably did that, D," he teased. "And then I must have done this."
Leon dampened his fingers in D's cum and slid one with gentle force into D, the other hand squeezing a firm buttock.
"Uhhh! Leon!"
The Count's eyes had snapped open when Leon spoke, now they slid slowly shut and he arched back, wriggling his knees apart, giving Leon full access. Leon held him steady and continued drubbing D's ass, inserting more fingers as the Count moaned and made unconscious little sounds of pleasure. It excited Leon immensely, the knowledge that he was the only one in the world - any world - who could make the self-possessed Count mad for his touch. Just watching the sensual D succumb to his eager hands and mouth made Leon rock hard and ready to cum himself.
D was a different man when he was aroused – innocent but strangely knowing, eager for Leon's hands, his mouth, his cock. He gave Leon back every passionate kiss, every little love bite, till he could bear it no longer and begged to be taken, an animal in heat. Leon had done this gladly three times already and he was more than ready for one more round. Rousing D from his lustful languor, he guided D's hips just so and shoved himself deep into the warmth, still slick with his own cum. D's face convulsed at each thrust and he swiveled his hips down to meet Leon's, fingernails scraping Leon's chest, on and on, ever faster and harder, till they both climaxed.
Leon pulled him down to kiss him deeply and lingeringly, and D smiled, odd eyes glittering with warm emotion. They relaxed, sated, and the Count nuzzled sleepily into Leon's damp chest, almost boneless in the aftermath of pleasure.
Sleep had nearly claimed them when Leon whispered, "D?"
"Hmm?"
"This is weird, but I gotta ask. Can we have kids?"
"Wha--? Children?! What are you saying, Leon – that's not possible!" The Count was wide awake now, rearing up to stare down at Leon as if he had multiple heads.
"No, no, D, think about it. Your dad, Count D, he had that baby just before he died – the one Q-chan took with him. And he must have had you at some point. There's gotta be chance I can get you pregnant – or whatever it is for you guys."
"Oh, my," D sounded dazed and amazed. "Oh my….!"
Leon smiled hugely at his lover's astonished face and hauled him back down, their damp bodies sticking together. Wearily, still smiling, he stroked the silken hair and felt D's breathing slow as he slipped into sleep. He, himself, was close to passing out from exhaustion, but something was buzzing around his head. Scraps of scenes from his various dreams, scarlet flowers and a dark scented night, faintly gilded by the crescent moon, the one he loved beyond death beneath him, moaning and mewling with passion, matching his every movement willingly, joyfully. The one he loved, his mate, his. And now he could see –knew-- that face very, very well.
"D. D, I remember…" Leon said, sleep clouding his voice. "I remember you."
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