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Courting D
Chapter 6
by Neko Athena^o,o^
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^o,o^- "Well, well!! You still care? HUZZAH!!! ::the peasants cheer:: Thanks to Ewen and Yuki69 for your reviews, YOU ROCK!!!! Fairly soon (in the next month, kami willing), I'll have my own site up. This is VERY IMPORTANT, because if this fic is to continue, it will do so there. Stupid FF.net taking away NC-17 fics!!!! Now I don't know what happened at the end of "Flowing Through"!!!! *growls* Anyway, I'll explain at the end. Hope you like this last installment, school has been zapping my creativity, so if it sucks, gomen ne!"
Leon stared at the screen, weighing his options. D looked on, waiting for his decision. As the seconds stretched on, he began to fret that he had gone too far and that he was scaring his Detective away. However, with a small sigh, Leon stepped behind the screen. D expelled the breath he had been holding.
AH!! Detective, my Dear Leon, does this mean!!??
As D's heart fluttered, Leon found his new outfit hanging on the wall behind the screen. It at once fit and diverged from his expectations. Yes, there WAS a silk robe, but it was not the long, billowy, feminine garb depicting in the painting. Instead, the garment seemed to be cut nearly like a martial artist's robe. Leon reached out to touch the fine cloth. For a moment, he wondered if it was just meant to be displayed instead of worn. The top was black, sleeveless, and came with a sash. It appeared to hang to about the knees. It was decorated with a large purple dragon crawling over the shoulder and down the chest. The pants were a deep rich red, nearly the color of his own lipstick...
"Do mind you makeup when dressing, Leon."
Leon blushed furiously. Not only had he forgot his made-up face, but also the fact that D was waiting on the other side for him to dress. And once again, his heart jumped. For the second time that day, D had called him by this first name. Not trusting his voice, Leon mumbled his acknowledgment. He began to unbutton his shirt, but was having great difficulty concentrating. The screen did little to help the situation, he was practically stripping in front of D! But as he fumbled with the buttons, he recalled how easily the Count's thin fingers had opened them just a while ago. He remembered how those fingers fluttered over his skin, slowly undressing him. He let out a small groan and shook his head, clearing it out. Finally managing to finish the buttons, he removed the shirt and laid it neatly on the bench nearby.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the screen, D was thoroughly enjoying the show. Leon's shadow on the screen was putting on a very exciting striptease. The Count patted Q-chan's head, thanking him for a job well done. The babbit was perched happily on D's shoulder, munching on the pastry he had been awarded. The strategically-placed candles he had positioned on the wall did well to project Leon's sultry silhouette. Presently, D's eyes were glued to Leon's hands. He followed them to his waist, where they deftly undid the buckle and slowly pulled out the belt. D shifted in his seat eagerly and the pants fell from Leon's hips and slid to the floor. The detective then bent over to free his feet from the garment and pull off his socks. D's gasp was cut off when he bit his lip. Dear Leon, DO HURRRY!!!!
Now free of his clothing, Leon began to slip on the soft silk trousers. The cool silk whispered over his skin, only adding to his... unease. The trousers fit rather well, loose and comfortable, and gathered around his ankles like pajamas. He tied the drawstrings on the waist so that the pants hung comfortably from his hips. He then undid the frog clasps on the robe and slid it on. At first, he was afraid the thing was too small, but after some wriggling, managed to get it on straight. Refastening the clasps, he marveled at how the fabric seemed to hug his torso, yet did not restrict his movement. It seemed almost as if the clothes had be tailor-made just for him...
Leon looked himself over a bit more. He had remembered to keep the garments away from his painted face, and not a smudge appeared on them. Self-consciously, Leon ran his hand through his hair... and was suddenly reminded of the custom Q-chan style he had been subject to. Grumbling to himself, he began untwining the miniature braids one by one.
D began to shift uneasily, wondering what could be keeping his prey in hiding. Perhaps Leon is shy? What if he is having second thoughts? What if he slipped out and escaped?! No, no no! I am acting as if he is a prisoner here... he could leave if he wished to... Oh my, now I am starting to let my imagination get the best of me... he is probably just shy... Sweet, shy, adorable Detective....... JUST HURRY, LEON!!!!!!
Finally, the last of the braids was loose. Leon combed his fingers through his hair, fluffing it out into a halo of golden waves framing his face. He knew he had taken a long time, and now, with a deep breath, stepped from behind the screen. D found himself very lucky to have already put his teacup down. He certainly would have dropped it at the sight that greeted him. Even Q-chan's little jaw dropped when the timid officer emerged. Feeling like a deer caught in the headlights, Leon moved to the mirrors, eager to see the completed effect of the Count's efforts. He truly did not recognise himself... he felt like a prince straight out of the forbidden city, dressed to the hilt. It really seemed as if he had stepped out of another time and place, far removed from the big, noisy, dirty city on the western American seaboard. However, he could sense something out of place; the silence behind him was stretching on and on with no response from the Count.
"Uh... it's very comfy, D. And it fits well. I, uh... don't recognise myself, really... It's very... nice... This is SO awkward!!!! C'mon, D, Say something!!! I don't have a clue what to do next! Well, um... What do you, ah... think?!"
The words had barely escaped his lips, and before he could turn around, a pair of delicate but strong arms closed tightly around his waist. His answer came in the form of a deep, unearthly growl right next to his ear, prickling the nerves on his neck and giving him chills.
"My Dear Leon, I think you look absolutely DELICIOUS!"
*end Ch. 6*
^o,o^- "NYA!!! D made a move!! Or lost all self control, one or the other. Don't you think Leon-kun looks ravishing?"
Leon- "What the Hell?! RAVISHING??!! LEON-KUN!!!!!!??????" *sounds of .45 cocking*
^~,~^- *singing obliviously* "Gonna dress you up in my love, in my love... All over you body..." *stops singing* "Do you think D likes Madonna? Boy, I am really nutz. Anyhoo, now is the moment you have all been waiting for-"
Leon- "Yeah, the end of this insanity! Alright!!!"
^-,-^ -"Uh........ no? This isn't the end, Leon-kun!!"
Leon- "Wha? It's not?!" *cries*
^o,o^- "Of course not, silly!! I'm talking about announcing my plans to CONTINUE the fic!!"
Leon- "OH, GOD, WHY!!!!?????"
^o,o^- "Because, I am an OTAKU... that's what we do, y'know, Leon-ku-"
Leon- "DON'T CALL ME THAT!!!!!"
D- *purrs* "Deteeeeeeectiiiiiiiiiiiive......"
Leon- *snaps to attention* "Coming!" *runs off down the hall*
^o,o^- "Well, now that I can type in PEACE... Here is the scoop on all my ranting before. I would like to humbly ask YOU GUYS out there in OtakuLand to continue this little ficcie. What do YOU think happens next?"
*random loud crashings and animalistic noises from down the hall*
^@,@^- "YIKES!!! Anyway, I have a little theory of my own as to the destiny of our two star-crossed lovers. Hint: What kind of pastry was Q-chan eating? No, not strawberry, or cherry, or peach... but LEMON!!!!! Yes, I'd like to continue this with a little lemon, or a big lemon, or a lime, or whatever. It is up to you guys out there. However, you see, not only have I not the guts to write it meself, I also have school, which takes up about 45 hours a day of my time. Plus, I think since everyone seemed to like it so much, you guys might want to run with this one. It'll be fun!!! Personally, I think after all this, poor Leon-kun is destined for uke-dom, but it is all on you. E-mail me your fics, or post them on your own site, or a yaoi-friendly site, or whatever, just let me know where to read them. Since FF.net took away NC-17 fics, those are the only places it can continue. Hopefully soon I can get my own site up, and post them there. I VOW BY JANUARY, I WILL HAVE IT UP, SOMEWHERE!!!!! Whenever this happens, I'll update this story with my URL and post the names of anybody who took up my challenge. Well, Ja-ne, Minna-san!!! It's been so fun!!!! Happy writing!!!!" ^o,~^
Courting D
Chapter 6
by Neko Athena^o,o^
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^o,o^- "Well, well!! You still care? HUZZAH!!! ::the peasants cheer:: Thanks to Ewen and Yuki69 for your reviews, YOU ROCK!!!! Fairly soon (in the next month, kami willing), I'll have my own site up. This is VERY IMPORTANT, because if this fic is to continue, it will do so there. Stupid FF.net taking away NC-17 fics!!!! Now I don't know what happened at the end of "Flowing Through"!!!! *growls* Anyway, I'll explain at the end. Hope you like this last installment, school has been zapping my creativity, so if it sucks, gomen ne!"
Leon stared at the screen, weighing his options. D looked on, waiting for his decision. As the seconds stretched on, he began to fret that he had gone too far and that he was scaring his Detective away. However, with a small sigh, Leon stepped behind the screen. D expelled the breath he had been holding.
AH!! Detective, my Dear Leon, does this mean!!??
As D's heart fluttered, Leon found his new outfit hanging on the wall behind the screen. It at once fit and diverged from his expectations. Yes, there WAS a silk robe, but it was not the long, billowy, feminine garb depicting in the painting. Instead, the garment seemed to be cut nearly like a martial artist's robe. Leon reached out to touch the fine cloth. For a moment, he wondered if it was just meant to be displayed instead of worn. The top was black, sleeveless, and came with a sash. It appeared to hang to about the knees. It was decorated with a large purple dragon crawling over the shoulder and down the chest. The pants were a deep rich red, nearly the color of his own lipstick...
"Do mind you makeup when dressing, Leon."
Leon blushed furiously. Not only had he forgot his made-up face, but also the fact that D was waiting on the other side for him to dress. And once again, his heart jumped. For the second time that day, D had called him by this first name. Not trusting his voice, Leon mumbled his acknowledgment. He began to unbutton his shirt, but was having great difficulty concentrating. The screen did little to help the situation, he was practically stripping in front of D! But as he fumbled with the buttons, he recalled how easily the Count's thin fingers had opened them just a while ago. He remembered how those fingers fluttered over his skin, slowly undressing him. He let out a small groan and shook his head, clearing it out. Finally managing to finish the buttons, he removed the shirt and laid it neatly on the bench nearby.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the screen, D was thoroughly enjoying the show. Leon's shadow on the screen was putting on a very exciting striptease. The Count patted Q-chan's head, thanking him for a job well done. The babbit was perched happily on D's shoulder, munching on the pastry he had been awarded. The strategically-placed candles he had positioned on the wall did well to project Leon's sultry silhouette. Presently, D's eyes were glued to Leon's hands. He followed them to his waist, where they deftly undid the buckle and slowly pulled out the belt. D shifted in his seat eagerly and the pants fell from Leon's hips and slid to the floor. The detective then bent over to free his feet from the garment and pull off his socks. D's gasp was cut off when he bit his lip. Dear Leon, DO HURRRY!!!!
Now free of his clothing, Leon began to slip on the soft silk trousers. The cool silk whispered over his skin, only adding to his... unease. The trousers fit rather well, loose and comfortable, and gathered around his ankles like pajamas. He tied the drawstrings on the waist so that the pants hung comfortably from his hips. He then undid the frog clasps on the robe and slid it on. At first, he was afraid the thing was too small, but after some wriggling, managed to get it on straight. Refastening the clasps, he marveled at how the fabric seemed to hug his torso, yet did not restrict his movement. It seemed almost as if the clothes had be tailor-made just for him...
Leon looked himself over a bit more. He had remembered to keep the garments away from his painted face, and not a smudge appeared on them. Self-consciously, Leon ran his hand through his hair... and was suddenly reminded of the custom Q-chan style he had been subject to. Grumbling to himself, he began untwining the miniature braids one by one.
D began to shift uneasily, wondering what could be keeping his prey in hiding. Perhaps Leon is shy? What if he is having second thoughts? What if he slipped out and escaped?! No, no no! I am acting as if he is a prisoner here... he could leave if he wished to... Oh my, now I am starting to let my imagination get the best of me... he is probably just shy... Sweet, shy, adorable Detective....... JUST HURRY, LEON!!!!!!
Finally, the last of the braids was loose. Leon combed his fingers through his hair, fluffing it out into a halo of golden waves framing his face. He knew he had taken a long time, and now, with a deep breath, stepped from behind the screen. D found himself very lucky to have already put his teacup down. He certainly would have dropped it at the sight that greeted him. Even Q-chan's little jaw dropped when the timid officer emerged. Feeling like a deer caught in the headlights, Leon moved to the mirrors, eager to see the completed effect of the Count's efforts. He truly did not recognise himself... he felt like a prince straight out of the forbidden city, dressed to the hilt. It really seemed as if he had stepped out of another time and place, far removed from the big, noisy, dirty city on the western American seaboard. However, he could sense something out of place; the silence behind him was stretching on and on with no response from the Count.
"Uh... it's very comfy, D. And it fits well. I, uh... don't recognise myself, really... It's very... nice... This is SO awkward!!!! C'mon, D, Say something!!! I don't have a clue what to do next! Well, um... What do you, ah... think?!"
The words had barely escaped his lips, and before he could turn around, a pair of delicate but strong arms closed tightly around his waist. His answer came in the form of a deep, unearthly growl right next to his ear, prickling the nerves on his neck and giving him chills.
"My Dear Leon, I think you look absolutely DELICIOUS!"
*end Ch. 6*
^o,o^- "NYA!!! D made a move!! Or lost all self control, one or the other. Don't you think Leon-kun looks ravishing?"
Leon- "What the Hell?! RAVISHING??!! LEON-KUN!!!!!!??????" *sounds of .45 cocking*
^~,~^- *singing obliviously* "Gonna dress you up in my love, in my love... All over you body..." *stops singing* "Do you think D likes Madonna? Boy, I am really nutz. Anyhoo, now is the moment you have all been waiting for-"
Leon- "Yeah, the end of this insanity! Alright!!!"
^-,-^ -"Uh........ no? This isn't the end, Leon-kun!!"
Leon- "Wha? It's not?!" *cries*
^o,o^- "Of course not, silly!! I'm talking about announcing my plans to CONTINUE the fic!!"
Leon- "OH, GOD, WHY!!!!?????"
^o,o^- "Because, I am an OTAKU... that's what we do, y'know, Leon-ku-"
Leon- "DON'T CALL ME THAT!!!!!"
D- *purrs* "Deteeeeeeectiiiiiiiiiiiive......"
Leon- *snaps to attention* "Coming!" *runs off down the hall*
^o,o^- "Well, now that I can type in PEACE... Here is the scoop on all my ranting before. I would like to humbly ask YOU GUYS out there in OtakuLand to continue this little ficcie. What do YOU think happens next?"
*random loud crashings and animalistic noises from down the hall*
^@,@^- "YIKES!!! Anyway, I have a little theory of my own as to the destiny of our two star-crossed lovers. Hint: What kind of pastry was Q-chan eating? No, not strawberry, or cherry, or peach... but LEMON!!!!! Yes, I'd like to continue this with a little lemon, or a big lemon, or a lime, or whatever. It is up to you guys out there. However, you see, not only have I not the guts to write it meself, I also have school, which takes up about 45 hours a day of my time. Plus, I think since everyone seemed to like it so much, you guys might want to run with this one. It'll be fun!!! Personally, I think after all this, poor Leon-kun is destined for uke-dom, but it is all on you. E-mail me your fics, or post them on your own site, or a yaoi-friendly site, or whatever, just let me know where to read them. Since FF.net took away NC-17 fics, those are the only places it can continue. Hopefully soon I can get my own site up, and post them there. I VOW BY JANUARY, I WILL HAVE IT UP, SOMEWHERE!!!!! Whenever this happens, I'll update this story with my URL and post the names of anybody who took up my challenge. Well, Ja-ne, Minna-san!!! It's been so fun!!!! Happy writing!!!!" ^o,~^