Pet Shop Of Horrors Fan Fiction ❯ Delirium and Lust ❯ Delirium and Lust ( One-Shot )

Delirium and Lust by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: I make no profit from the characters of The Pet Shop of Horrors. They belong to Matsuri Akino.

Warnings: This story contains suggestions of a Yaoi relationship, possibly a spoiler or two. If you don't like Yaoi, then you're not even supposed to be reading this warning because I previously warned you about it in the description!

Author's Note: Something very different from what I am accustomed to. I blame my bout with the flu for this tragedy. -____-''

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He could feel him. The scent of him was becoming as strong and as sweet as the tea he was drinking. Even Q-Chan felt him. The tiny babbit's fur ruffled and he hissed with displeasure. D placed a finger beneath his chin and stroked the soft fur to quiet him. Years of patience made him refrain from eagerly searching out the entrance of the shop, knowing that the detective was still some distance away.

A sensation of pure pleasure coursed through him at the realization that the detective was coming to see him again. He really looked forward to his visits, even if they were just poor excuses for the man to manhandle him with his accusations and brutish disposition. D blushed at that. His hand idly touched a frog closure at his throat.

Yes, the detective could be quite attractive when he was in a rage. An angry human was a very passionate human, one might say and Leon Orcot was a very angry man.

His mind had delved into analyzing the detective's passion for a little too long. His body had been stirred by his thoughts and now there was an obscene, small stain on the dark purple silk of his cheongsam. He pursed his lips in disgust at his carelessness and stood to take care of the problem. A quick change of clothing would put things to right. Leon would be arriving soon. There was no time to dawdle.

He made his way to his room and slipped out of the purple garment. He selected a dark lavender ensemble embroidered with pale pink flowers and tiny curling green leaves. The sleeves and frog closures were made of ivory silk, the cuffs -lavender. The soft sash that held his ivory silk pants in place were a darker shade of lavender. His slippers matched the lavishly decorated cheongsam. They were covered in the thinnest of ivory lace.

He knew that his choice would please the detective. Pale garments gave the count a more innocent appearance. A more protect me detective allure.

He smiled to himself. How deceitful he was to use the detective's weakness against him. A mere flick of his wrist and he could have the man bleeding to death on the oriental carpet. However, he could not foresee himself harming Orcot in any way. The man had rudely bullied his way into his heart and D rather liked the feeling.

He returned to the shop to await him. Speaking gently to his dear animals that lingered nearby, he bade them to go to their chambers to retire for the night. They were reluctant as children, but in the end they obeyed and D found himself quite alone. Q-Chan had made himself scarce. Perhaps he too had smelled the detective's familiar tobacco scent. The little babbit and the human had never gotten along. It was the strangest thing.

D hurriedly checked the couch to make sure that Q-Chan was not hiding in waiting to pounce on the detective in a hellish fury. The tinkle of the bell above the door cut his search short. He went to greet the detective, his steps as sure and graceful, as they always were when he greeted his customers. Inside he was wrought with excitement and joy at seeing the detective.

They stared at each other for some time each drinking in the other's appearance. The detective's eyes widened appreciatively at D's clothing. D in turn greedily took in the almost ancient black t-shirt with its red letters half gone from numerous washings and the old pair of faded jeans with the worn out areas on the knees, and the well-used, tan jacket with the patches at the elbows. Any other man wearing such a ridiculous ensemble would look terrible, but the detective wore it well. It was another reason why the count found him to be so fascinating.

Leon shifted uneasily from one foot to the other and D suddenly remembered that he had not yet welcomed him.

"Detective," he said.

"D," Leon replied just as briefly.

"It is very late," D pointed out.

"I know," he said. His fingers combed through his hair, disturbing the golden locks. "Look, I'm sorry for bothering you at this hour but..."

He seemed restless. It was most unlike the man. D was curious about his behavior. "Detective...why are you here?"

"I don't know," he breathed out disparagingly. "I had to come...I had to come here. I don't know why."

Most unusual.

"Please, sit down." D motioned him over to the couch that held his distinctive, human scent. Leon hesitated before sitting, checking the furniture for signs of a yellow rodent.

"Q-Chan is not there," D told him with a small smile.

"Oh? Where is he? Making little girls cry? Plotting out the next Apocalypse? Visiting his partner the devil?"

"Detective, you are very humorous," D laughed.

"That's me. Humorous..." he said and sat down with a sigh.

"Would you like some tea?"

"No thanks. I had pizza and be- ...uh, soda, for dinner," he explained.

"You are sober?" D asked inquisitively.

Leon seemed to grimace at that. "Fairly so, yeah. Jesus. I am sober."

He was telling the truth. D couldn't smell that much alcohol on his breath. He sat down in the chair across from him and noted another scent on him. This one was alien to him, but quite intrusive and unsettling. It was very feminine -sickly sweet perfume as the humans called it. D stiffened in his chair as the scent's presence became clear to him.

"I see," he said, his violet and amber eyes empty of the jealousy that he felt knowing that Leon had just been intimate with someone. "Why are you here?" he repeated testily. Why are you teasing me?

"I had to see you."

He had muttered the words so quietly that the count wasn't sure that he had heard them. Thankfully the count was blessed with exceptional hearing abilities, but that didn't stop him from saying, "You what?"

"I wanted to see you, all right?" he said angrily. "I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. I haven't dated in years and finally this woman, no, this goddess bumps into me and we have dinner together. Nothing special -pizza and a few beers. We get to talking and the next thing you know, I'm at her place."

D really did not want to hear anything more about his outing with this goddess. They could both share their mortal existence with one another and die happily together for all he cared. But no, the detective would not keep quiet. He was too far gone in his tale to stop now.

"It was easy enough to get her naked. She wasn't wearing much to begin with," he said dryly. "We ended up in her room and she was willing, I was willing, but my mind was somewhere else, you know."

No, I do not know! D wanted to shout. Get out! Do not ever return, betrayer! His fingers clenched tightly in his lap.

"I was...doing what I was supposed to do and when I...when it was almost over I..."

Annoyed by constant pausing, D took matters into his own hands and asked him, "What did you do?"

Leon shook his head and nervously rubbed his palms together. "I can't believe that I'm telling you this."

"You do not have to tell me if you do not want to, detective. In fact, I would much prefer it if you didn't. It is very rude to-"

"I called out your name."

"-talk about your explorations with another..." The count's words trailed off as what Leon said began to sink in. "W-What?"

"Damn it, D!" The man swore.

He looked unhappy and irritable with the predicament. D was overjoyed. He still managed to remain cool and collected even when he asked, "How did she take it?"

"She wasn't too glad about it. Told me that I shouldn't be sniffing around her when I'm thinking about someone else. I realized that she was right."

"Detective? Do you know what you are saying?"

"Will you shut up and let me finish, D? This is already hard enough as it is!" he snapped.

D flushed at his display of anger. He could feel his aroused member growing moist at its tip again. The count's lusty expression was not lost on the detective. All it took was one glance at the beautiful Asian's lap for him to see what had prompted the change in his features.

"God...you're even worst off than I am," he said and leaned forward to pull D into his lap. The press of his own erection against the count's small bottom caused D to lick his lips in anticipation. Leon groaned and told him, "Unbelievable. I haven't been this hard in my life."

"It is...very rude to compare me to...others," D scolded him, "but I will not find fault with it as you are only trying to compliment me. That is what you are doing, yes?"

"Oh, yeah," he answered, lifting his hips to press himself more fully against him. "This," he fingered the silken sleeve of D's garment, "its nice. Feels good on you."

"Thank you," D told him, moving his lips closer to Leon's mouth. "I wore it just for you," he confessed and darted his tongue out to taste the soft area just beneath Leon's bottom lip.

"Hmmm..." Leon hummed and lowered his head to taste him, but D pulled away. Flustered by his action, Leon cupped the back of his head in an attempt to draw him forward, but D did not move an inch. It was as if the slender count was made of lead. "What the fuck?"

D slid from his lap and turned his back to him. "Please detective, such course language is completely unnecessary and most unbecoming of you."

"What? What is this? Why did you stop what you were doing?"

"Perhaps you should have some time to think about what has happened here between us."

The silence that greeted his suggestion was uncomfortable. He heard the couch groan under the weight of the detective as the man stood up and approached him. "Like hell am I going to go home and leave this unfinished. I want you, and you want me. Why would I need to think about it?"

"You said yourself that you were drinking. Surely, you are not yourself right now. I do not want you to regret your actions in the morning," the count replied.

"I won't. Damn it, will you look at me?" He grasped D by the arms and turned him around. "You can't just do that thing you did and then expect me to go home. That's inhumane."

"Please, detective, I would feel more assured if I knew that what you think you are feeling is real. Is it?"

Leon's grip on him tightened. He closed his eyes and shook his head. "I don't know."

"Then the discussion is over. You are not to return here for two weeks."

"That's unacceptable."

"That is my wish. If you do not comply, I will be forced to speak with your captain."

Leon chuckled. "What are you going to tell him? I refuse to keep my hands off you for a couple of weeks?"

D tilted his head, the soft fall of his dark hair sweeping one thin shoulder. "He would view it as sexual harassment, would he not, detective?"

Leon stopped laughing and straightened up, scowling at the count. "You lying little bastard. I can't believe that you would take it so far!"

"To get what I want from you, yes, I will resort to such tactics," he admitted. "This too you will learn. Are you still enamored with me?"

"No!" he barked out angrily. The count gave him a knowing smile and touched the coarse material of his jacket.

"Who is being untruthful now, my detective?"

"Damn you." Leon was on him in an instant. He forced his mouth upon him, thrusting his tongue past the lovely dark colored lips. D did not resist. He hungrily met the man's tongue with his own, caressing and tasting the essence that was Leon. His fingernails scored lightly over the detective's back, leaving small welts on his skin -even though he was still wearing the shirt and jacket.

Leon pulled away briefly to mutter against his lips, "You fucking tease."

"You're language is atro-"

Another assault on his mouth soon silenced him. Leon used the opportunity to work on his cheongsam. His long fingers awkwardly undoing the frog closures at D's throat. D could have stopped him, he probably should have, but he was feeling very wicked and wanton. What harm would it do to let the man play with him for a little while?

Rough play, he thought when Leon became too frustrated to bother with the rest of the closures. The blonde detective ripped the cheongsam open, baring the count's pale chest. His work-roughened hand moved over the creamy expanse of skin, rolling a hardened nipple beneath his large palm. The count shuddered and ran his own hands up and down Leon's arms. He could feel the man's muscles tense under his touch.

"You're..."

"Is something wrong?"

"No...Never. Not now anyway." Leon dipped his head and suckled the pink nipple into his mouth. D gasped and threw his head back reveling in the infusion of heat on his skin. The pressure of Leon's teeth nipping into him made him gasp in surprise.

"Mmmm..."

This was...quite unexpected.

"We must stop," he said, the words sounding far too soft to have been heard by human ears, but he could feel Leon's mouth widen on him in a grin. The familiar sensation of teeth piercing his body ripped through him and he cried out in pain. "What...what are you doing?"

Leon's groans of desire had turned into animalistic purrs as he sucked on the rich blood that flowed from the count's wounds. D sank his nails into the detective's arms, uncertain of what was happening.

"Leon...Leon, stop this! You are not...no!"

He was draining him, taking all that he had to give and more and D could do nothing to stop him. Who was the monster that had come in the guise of his detective? Who was the beast that had cloaked himself with Leon's scent? Who was the creature that had made D burn with lust one minute and cower with fear in the next? It was certainly not his Leon, and when the monster raised his head to smirk at him -his mouth dripping with blood, D saw twin eyes of gold staring at him, mocking him.

He struggled with the imposter and winced as he landed on the floor on his rear. The fall had shaken him greatly for he'd had little time to gather himself as the being descended upon him. It grasped his ankles and brutally wrenched his legs apart. The sound of his silk pants being torn echoed obscenely in the room, but not as obscenely as the impostor's next words.

"I'll show you not to tease me you fucking bastard."

He shivered as he clearly saw the prominent fangs in his mouth and closed his eyes against the next wave of pain as the monster bit into the flesh of his abdomen...

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He wakened, but not with a jolt or a cry. His eyes simply opened and stared at the darkness that encompassed his room.

Why had he dreamt the entire scenario? Surely, the detective would not have hurt him. It was impossible for any human to hurt him, but... Could loving a human produce such a tragic outcome for him? Was that why he had been shown that terrible vision of a monstrous Leon?

Q-Chan stirred at his side and he ran a comforting hand over the small ball of fur.

'This wouldn't be an attempt on your part to keep me away from him, would it?" he asked the darkness. Silence answered him. He expected nothing less.

"I give you credit for your originality," he continued. "The eyes were the perfect touch, but Leon is not my father. They are nothing alike. If I choose to see the detective, there is nothing that you can do about it. I trust that this will not happen again."

A clap of thunder sounded over the pet shop. D's will was final. The count easily slipped back into slumber. Beside him, the small ball of yellow fur opened an eye and hissed in anger. What a stubborn grandson he had raised. All of his efforts had been for naught. It looked like he would have to go back to physically attacking the bothersome detective. As long as Sofu D was around, he would make sure that he kept D and the human's uncontrollable lust in check. It was his duty as a concerned and sometimes malevolent parent.

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