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Courting D
Chapter 4
by Neko Athena^o,o^
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Leon was upset. Leon was shocked. Leon was baffled. Leon was thinking how none of these words came close to describing his true amazement and horror at the sight before him. After all, who'd a thunk there'd be a full-service beauty salon in the basement of a petstore in the middle of Chinatown? Then again, who'd a thunk there'd be a flying bunny with horns, either? Leon's view of the room was momentarily interrupted by the appearance of said creature flittering in before him. He watched, slowly regaining his wits, and noted that Q-chan seemed to be entirely too excited about this little adventure. Literally shivering with delight, or perhaps little babbit giggles, the adorable petshop mascot alighted on the back of large leather chair in front of a row of enormous lighted mirrors. Finally, Leon decided it was time to get it together and yank everyone back to reality.
"All right, Count, there is no way--"
"Come along, now, Detective... Don't be shy," D hissed, moving in front of Mr. Orcot and pulling him through the door. He caught the detective's eyes, and gave him a stern, cold stare. Oh no, you don't! I've got you now, and you're not getting out of this!! I'm enjoying myself much too much to let that happen!!!! "Don't be ashamed, I'll teach you how to apply your makeup."
The look in the Count's eyes stopped Leon in his tracks. Or in mid-argument, at least, for he soon found himself being led toward and consequently sat in the chair.
That... that look... he's... really freaking SERIOUS about this!!!!! What am I gonna do? What... what is this?
D spun the chair around so that Leon was facing him. And once again, the look in the Count's eyes derailed his train of thought. But this time, it was a thousand times hotter than the last one. D was fighting his own inner battle trying to keep his own thoughts concentrated on torturing his prey instead of giving in to his own excitement. Keeping his face straight and his movements slow and sensual, he approached the bewildered detective. As Leon's eyes grew wider and wider as his newfound love reached out and caressed his cheeks with cool, silky palms. He felt his throat tighten and his pulse quickened and those hands traveled down his neck to his collar. He couldn't swallow, he coudn't speak, he couldn't even think.
"Just relax, my Dear Detective," D purred in a deep, smooth voice that sent a pleasant thrill up Leon's spine. D began to unbutton his collar. "Everything is well... in hand..."
"Ah... mmmmmmmmm..." for fear of what was to come, or more likely to keep the involuntary pleasure sounds from escaping, Leon bit his lip and shut his eyes tightly. This, in turn, gave the Count pause.
Oh MY! Leon, you just don't realize how ADORABLE you are... I'll just have to show you...
Regaining his own composure, D grabbed a handful of tissue and began to stuff them into Leon's collar. Leon cautiously opened one eye and then the other. D moved off to the counter in front of the mirrors, where Q-chan was still in the process of unpacking the makeup bag. He gave the babbit a flustered look, then surveyed the products. Everything was clearly chosen for the fairest of complexions. The Count's expression softened a little when he thought about Leon's good intentions. After a moment's consideration, D decided the foundation was entirely too pale, but chose to begin instead with the rouge. He began to hum to himself as he swished the long brush around in the crimson powder. He watched with amusement in the mirror as Leon craned his neck, leaning this way and that, trying to see what the Count was doing. Q-chan was getting quite frustrated with the squirming detective as he was trying to bobby-pin his bangs out of the way. With a firm squeak, he grasped Leon's chin in his tiny paws and forced him to straighten up.
"Oops. Uh, sorry..." Leon stuttered, unsure as to whether he should risk invoking the little creature's wrath. Trying not to move a muscle, Leon spoke through stiff lips to his tormentor. "Uh, Count, you really don't have to go to all this trouble--"
"Nonsense!" gushed D, whirling around and straightening his expression. "I am more than happy to!"
"But, really, you don't understand--OW! Why you... That's attached, y'know!"
"SQUEAK!!! Squeak-squeak!"
"Oh, Detective, I understand completely! No just hold still..." Q-chan fluttered to the back of Leon's chair as D closed in on his prey.
Leon gulped. "B-b-but, really, that makeup isn't even mine..."
"Oh? Is that so, Detective..."
"You... you see, it... Deep breath, Orcot- It's... yours."
D stopped a moment to regard his companion. Leon looked terrified. Utterly, adorably terrified. He was blushing furiously and had quite a death grip on the arms of the chair. He refused to meet D's eyes at all. D sighed and gave the brush and rouge to Q-chan for a moment. He took one of the tissues from Leon's collar and, ever so gently, dobbed the sweat from the flustered detective's brow. Leon closed his eyes again, waiting for the Count's reaction.
"Oh, Leon... it is very sweet of you, but I do not use cosmetics."
Leon's eyes popped open. "Oh," was all he could say. Not only did he feel foolish, but a little fluttery inside. After, he couldn't remember the last time the Count had used his first name.
"However," D smiled, "Since you have given them to me, and they are officially mine now, I can do whatever I please with them. And since you do not have anywhere pressing to be..."
Leon's eyes widened. "Uh... well..."
"Then I believe I'd like to put them to use... But I truly appreciate the gift, Detective, I have not had this much fun in ages."
Leon looked up and caught the devilish, predatory look in the Count's eyes. He opened his mouth to protest, but it was shut just as quickly as D began to brush on the rouge, humming happily again. Leon had no choice but to just sit and wonder what was going to happen next.
Great, now I'm more confused than ever. I can't believe he doesn't... no way he looks like that NATURALLY?! Wow... Ack, God, let's not get into that... Mmm... that brush tickles... NO, STOP IT ORCOT, THIS IS NOT THE TIME!!!! Good grief, I'm getting turned on while someone's putting MAKEUP on me?! I'm such a FREAK... Okay, new subject. He knew the stuff was for him... but did he GET it? Does he get the hint? Or does he just think I'm bribing him again for information? Does he really think I love my job enough to go through this for evidence? HA! I think not... Boy, I bet if Jill could see this, she'd be rolling on the floor... no, scratch that, she'd be HELPING... Okay, brush is gone, is he done? Should I dare to hope?
No sooner had Leon opened his eyes that he wished he hadn't. D had put away the rouge and was now approaching with what appeared to be...
"Hold very still, Detective, and try not to blink..."
"Oh, no way! You gotta be kidding! You're gonna put that stuff in my eyes?"
"Of course not. It goes around them. However, if you move suddenly or blink, it may end up in you eye. Now, just relax..."
"*gulp* Yeah right..."
*end ch. 4*
^o,o^-" Well, I know it's been TOO long since I updated. My desktop at home is old, slow, and riddled with viruses. It is just too frustrating to mention, SOLITARE doesn't even work right. Anyway, now I have my laptop for school and the school's super-fast LAN internet connection on my side, so I can update regularly now!! HUZZAH!! ::the peasants cheer:: I've got one more chapter for you this update, I hope you are all still interested in reading this!!! I know I am a horrible authoress for not updating, please have pity!!! PLEASE KEEP READING!!! Things are getting interesting... What is going on in D's head? Is he just bored and using Leon to kill time? Has he taken Leon's hints? Is Leon really a gigantic freak? And who is watching the pet shop while all of this nonsense goes on? These answer's and less in the next thrilling chapter!!!"
Courting D
Chapter 4
by Neko Athena^o,o^
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Leon was upset. Leon was shocked. Leon was baffled. Leon was thinking how none of these words came close to describing his true amazement and horror at the sight before him. After all, who'd a thunk there'd be a full-service beauty salon in the basement of a petstore in the middle of Chinatown? Then again, who'd a thunk there'd be a flying bunny with horns, either? Leon's view of the room was momentarily interrupted by the appearance of said creature flittering in before him. He watched, slowly regaining his wits, and noted that Q-chan seemed to be entirely too excited about this little adventure. Literally shivering with delight, or perhaps little babbit giggles, the adorable petshop mascot alighted on the back of large leather chair in front of a row of enormous lighted mirrors. Finally, Leon decided it was time to get it together and yank everyone back to reality.
"All right, Count, there is no way--"
"Come along, now, Detective... Don't be shy," D hissed, moving in front of Mr. Orcot and pulling him through the door. He caught the detective's eyes, and gave him a stern, cold stare. Oh no, you don't! I've got you now, and you're not getting out of this!! I'm enjoying myself much too much to let that happen!!!! "Don't be ashamed, I'll teach you how to apply your makeup."
The look in the Count's eyes stopped Leon in his tracks. Or in mid-argument, at least, for he soon found himself being led toward and consequently sat in the chair.
That... that look... he's... really freaking SERIOUS about this!!!!! What am I gonna do? What... what is this?
D spun the chair around so that Leon was facing him. And once again, the look in the Count's eyes derailed his train of thought. But this time, it was a thousand times hotter than the last one. D was fighting his own inner battle trying to keep his own thoughts concentrated on torturing his prey instead of giving in to his own excitement. Keeping his face straight and his movements slow and sensual, he approached the bewildered detective. As Leon's eyes grew wider and wider as his newfound love reached out and caressed his cheeks with cool, silky palms. He felt his throat tighten and his pulse quickened and those hands traveled down his neck to his collar. He couldn't swallow, he coudn't speak, he couldn't even think.
"Just relax, my Dear Detective," D purred in a deep, smooth voice that sent a pleasant thrill up Leon's spine. D began to unbutton his collar. "Everything is well... in hand..."
"Ah... mmmmmmmmm..." for fear of what was to come, or more likely to keep the involuntary pleasure sounds from escaping, Leon bit his lip and shut his eyes tightly. This, in turn, gave the Count pause.
Oh MY! Leon, you just don't realize how ADORABLE you are... I'll just have to show you...
Regaining his own composure, D grabbed a handful of tissue and began to stuff them into Leon's collar. Leon cautiously opened one eye and then the other. D moved off to the counter in front of the mirrors, where Q-chan was still in the process of unpacking the makeup bag. He gave the babbit a flustered look, then surveyed the products. Everything was clearly chosen for the fairest of complexions. The Count's expression softened a little when he thought about Leon's good intentions. After a moment's consideration, D decided the foundation was entirely too pale, but chose to begin instead with the rouge. He began to hum to himself as he swished the long brush around in the crimson powder. He watched with amusement in the mirror as Leon craned his neck, leaning this way and that, trying to see what the Count was doing. Q-chan was getting quite frustrated with the squirming detective as he was trying to bobby-pin his bangs out of the way. With a firm squeak, he grasped Leon's chin in his tiny paws and forced him to straighten up.
"Oops. Uh, sorry..." Leon stuttered, unsure as to whether he should risk invoking the little creature's wrath. Trying not to move a muscle, Leon spoke through stiff lips to his tormentor. "Uh, Count, you really don't have to go to all this trouble--"
"Nonsense!" gushed D, whirling around and straightening his expression. "I am more than happy to!"
"But, really, you don't understand--OW! Why you... That's attached, y'know!"
"SQUEAK!!! Squeak-squeak!"
"Oh, Detective, I understand completely! No just hold still..." Q-chan fluttered to the back of Leon's chair as D closed in on his prey.
Leon gulped. "B-b-but, really, that makeup isn't even mine..."
"Oh? Is that so, Detective..."
"You... you see, it... Deep breath, Orcot- It's... yours."
D stopped a moment to regard his companion. Leon looked terrified. Utterly, adorably terrified. He was blushing furiously and had quite a death grip on the arms of the chair. He refused to meet D's eyes at all. D sighed and gave the brush and rouge to Q-chan for a moment. He took one of the tissues from Leon's collar and, ever so gently, dobbed the sweat from the flustered detective's brow. Leon closed his eyes again, waiting for the Count's reaction.
"Oh, Leon... it is very sweet of you, but I do not use cosmetics."
Leon's eyes popped open. "Oh," was all he could say. Not only did he feel foolish, but a little fluttery inside. After, he couldn't remember the last time the Count had used his first name.
"However," D smiled, "Since you have given them to me, and they are officially mine now, I can do whatever I please with them. And since you do not have anywhere pressing to be..."
Leon's eyes widened. "Uh... well..."
"Then I believe I'd like to put them to use... But I truly appreciate the gift, Detective, I have not had this much fun in ages."
Leon looked up and caught the devilish, predatory look in the Count's eyes. He opened his mouth to protest, but it was shut just as quickly as D began to brush on the rouge, humming happily again. Leon had no choice but to just sit and wonder what was going to happen next.
Great, now I'm more confused than ever. I can't believe he doesn't... no way he looks like that NATURALLY?! Wow... Ack, God, let's not get into that... Mmm... that brush tickles... NO, STOP IT ORCOT, THIS IS NOT THE TIME!!!! Good grief, I'm getting turned on while someone's putting MAKEUP on me?! I'm such a FREAK... Okay, new subject. He knew the stuff was for him... but did he GET it? Does he get the hint? Or does he just think I'm bribing him again for information? Does he really think I love my job enough to go through this for evidence? HA! I think not... Boy, I bet if Jill could see this, she'd be rolling on the floor... no, scratch that, she'd be HELPING... Okay, brush is gone, is he done? Should I dare to hope?
No sooner had Leon opened his eyes that he wished he hadn't. D had put away the rouge and was now approaching with what appeared to be...
"Hold very still, Detective, and try not to blink..."
"Oh, no way! You gotta be kidding! You're gonna put that stuff in my eyes?"
"Of course not. It goes around them. However, if you move suddenly or blink, it may end up in you eye. Now, just relax..."
"*gulp* Yeah right..."
*end ch. 4*
^o,o^-" Well, I know it's been TOO long since I updated. My desktop at home is old, slow, and riddled with viruses. It is just too frustrating to mention, SOLITARE doesn't even work right. Anyway, now I have my laptop for school and the school's super-fast LAN internet connection on my side, so I can update regularly now!! HUZZAH!! ::the peasants cheer:: I've got one more chapter for you this update, I hope you are all still interested in reading this!!! I know I am a horrible authoress for not updating, please have pity!!! PLEASE KEEP READING!!! Things are getting interesting... What is going on in D's head? Is he just bored and using Leon to kill time? Has he taken Leon's hints? Is Leon really a gigantic freak? And who is watching the pet shop while all of this nonsense goes on? These answer's and less in the next thrilling chapter!!!"