Pet Shop Of Horrors Fan Fiction ❯ Dragon Ex Machina ❯ Chapter 15 ( Chapter 15 )

Dragon Ex Machina

 

DISC: I do not own Pet Shop of Horrors or its characters. These are the property of mangaka Matsuki Akino and publishing house Tokyopop (in the U.S., anyway). I make no profit from this story. Please don't sue.

 

 

Chapter XV

 

 

He ran through the bead curtains, laughing as he heard the detective growl and noisily chase after the Count. Down the hall, around the corner, he ran towards his own bedroom laughing happily as he ran. Slowing as he neared his room, he stopped short at the appearance of a new door. A pleased smile grew as he noticed the golden lion adorning the door. It was just prior to the door covered with vines which led to his own room.

 

Waiting until he saw his detective turn the corner, he opened the door and darted inside. A king-sized bed sat against one wall. The decorations in the room were sparse, but there was a large, flat-screened TV hanging on the wall opposite the bed. He sighed. Leon would love this. And it was apparent that the shop had accepted their new resident - with all his humanity. While he wasn't a big fan of television, the fact that it was here meant that his decision about his destiny could only be correct.

 

And then, he turned toward the door as Leon stalked in.

 

“Backed you into a corner now, Count. You're not going to run from me anymore.”

 

Smiling, he waited for the detective to reach him before he murmured, “No. I won't run anymore.”

 

At the affirmation, Leon bent and kissed him. D reached up to circle his arms around his love's neck, and returned the kiss passionately. The force of Leon's efforts caused D to back up a step, then another as the lion advanced, until he felt the bed hit the back of his knees and he sat with an, “Oof.”

 

Leon pulled back and said, abashedly, “Sorry, D-EEEE!” He was cut off as D slid backwards on the bed, pulling Leon with him along with him. As soon as Leon relaxed next to D on the bed, the Count began peppering him with little kisses.

 

“So, you're glad I caught you?” Leon asked. His tone was light, but D could sense the underlying seriousness of the query.

 

“Very,” the Count replied, drawing his fingernails lightly across Leon's chest in a zigzag pattern.

 

“And you aren't going to leave me again?”

 

“I won't leave you, Leon. I promise.”

 

A sigh of relief expelled, Leon felt himself relax. He looked around the room, noted the lack of decorations and the tv on the wall. “So… where are we? I know this isn't *your* room.”

 

D smiled. “No. My room is next to this one. This room is yours.”

 

Cocking an eyebrow at the deity, his tone as well as his expression displayed his incredulity. “You mean you were so certain I'd find you that you made up a room for me?”

 

“I wish I could say that were true, dear Leon, but I've been terribly lacking in faith of recent. No. The shop must have created this room while we were drinking tea. It most certainly was not here when I walked past to greet my evening caller.”

 

The Count paused, expecting Leon to make a comment about the impossibility of such a thing, but he just looked deep in thought. “Does that mean…?”

 

“The shop itself has accepted your right to be here. No one can ever question that again. Not even my grandfather.”

 

“I… D…”

 

“This is your home, for as long as you want to stay here, Leon. With me.”

 

No words. Leon turned and pounced on the kami, pushing him to the bed and kissing him as if his entire existence depended upon it.

 

When D wriggled beneath him, his arms wrapping around the tall man and caressing his, oh, his well muscled shoulders, Leon again felt the kami's erection grinding against his own. He broke from the man's lips, tracing D's jawline with his tongue, back to the god's ear again. As he sucked the lobe into his mouth, using his teeth to massage and his tongue to lap, D's moans crescendoed.

 

“You like that?” he whispered in D's ear. D whimpered as Leon's tongue traced the ridges, the moist heat burning and cooling at the same time.

 

“Oh, oh, Leon!” he cried.

 

The detective leaned to his left, rolled onto his side to face the kami. Running his hand lightly down, fingers running down from D's wrist, down his arm, over his ribs to D's left hip, he pulled, coaxing him to roll and face the human. Fingertips now traced up his front, dancing along the hollow of his throat, before brushing blue-black tresses behind his ear.

 

“God, D, you're so beautiful.”

 

The Count's eyes, which had drifted shut popped open in surprise.

 

“And your eyes. God, your eyes. Two years...”

 

D's eyes saddened in apology for lost time as he placed one finger on the blond's lips, tracing them. “Soft,” he whispered.

 

In an instant, Leon opened his lips just enough to suck the digit inside, tongue lapping at its pad as he sucked. “Mmmm.” D, shocked, pulled his hand away until Leon stopped him, quickly and firmly but gently grabbing his wrist and guiding it back again. “D, you taste good. I want to taste you.” Tongue sticking out just a tiny bit, he licked from the spirit's palm, up to the tip of the forefinger before sucking the digit back into his mouth, taking extra care around the long nails.

 

“I - Oh!”

 

Releasing the kami's finger, his free hand reached around to run up and down D's back, drawing him closer so that their bodies molded together.

 

“I want to touch you.”

 

D's head tilted toward the young American's shoulder, where he playfully bit, then licked the cloth of Leon's shirt. His hand slid underneath the hem and rose to play against the detective's tanned skin.

 

“This would be easier if you weren't wearing so many clothes,” he complained.

 

Without a second's hesitation, Leon sat up, whipped the shirt over his head, then reclaimed his position.

 

“Much better,” D sighed as he nestled up against the man. His perfect little mouth began placing tiny lip-softened bites against the detective's collarbone. Every scar that D encountered on Leon's body, he touched tenderly, then kissed, licked, then kissed again. There were more than he'd thought there would be. These were his badges of honor, each one representing his dedication to serving and protecting - not just humans, but everyone. He had proven that again and again.

 

Groaning, Leon's hands struggled to find the clasp to D's whatjamajinger-dress. “Can ya help me out here?” he muttered.

 

Smirking as he pulled back from where he had been tending to a scar on Leon's shoulder, D replied, “Do you have some objection to my cheongsam, detective?”

 

“Feh!” he breathed out in frustration. “Yeah, you're still wearing it! If you don't want me to… Damn. I don't wanna rip it, it's too… Just take the damn thing off already, wouldja?!”

 

“Alright,” the Count said slowly, sitting up and then rising to his knees.

 

“Right here,” he said, turning to the side slightly, “is the clasp. Once this is open, the whole thing pulls over the head.” He pulled the garment up slowly, revealing his radiant bare skin inch by inch. Once it was off, he folded it and set it on the corner of the bed before sinking down to lie next to his keiji.

 

“You see?” he whispered into Leon's ear. “Next time, you'll be able to take it off me by yourself.” D's warm breath tickled and Leon shivered.

 

“Mmmm. Next time.” That sounded good. But right now sounded even better.

 

Licking down the kami's neck, Leon placed open mouthed kisses along his collar bone, drawing down his front to the tiny, rosy nipple. As his tongue flicked the tip, he felt it pebble, heard D gasp and then moan as he breathed out across it.

 

His hands ghosted over the nature deity's skin. Soft. It was so soft. Like rose petals. He wanted to keep touching him. Never. Never before had anyone felt like this. He could get addicted to the feel of the Count beneath his fingertips. Touch had never captivated him before - not like scent, sound, taste, sight. Oh, but with the smoothness of D, he realized how powerful touch could be.

 

His wandering hand brushed over the deity's firm length. Without thinking, he wrapped his fingers around it lightly and with the merest breath of pressure, stroked up to the tip. D's head fell back and a heavenly moan issued from his lips. Leon watched, captivated, as the god's lips opened, his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

 

He was doing this to him. He was making D writhe. It was his hand wrapped around the god's cock, and as he touched him, D was responding. He wasn't distant, he wasn't above Leon. He was here with him. He wanted him.

 

“Oh, more,” he gasped, shuddering.

 

And before he could think what he was doing, Leon's lips wrapped around the count's staff, sucking and licking as he went.

 

“Leon!” D exclaimed, his hips involuntarily thrusting into the detective's mouth.

 

This was what he'd been so afraid of? Really? Because D tasted just like he smelled, of spicy honey. And the sounds and movements of his count were making him harder than he'd ever been before. It was a thrill, he realized, giving this kind of pleasure. Leon was in control, for once, and D was at his mercy and begging - he could hear the pleas over the sounds of his own making, the wet slurps and laps.

 

And then, somehow, he found himself on his back, with D above him, and it was D's mouth around his own hard-on. Those beautiful plum lips, he had to see - and the sight, D's eyes closed in bliss as he suckled, his fingers delicately stroking his balls - was enough that he would have come right then and there, except D had anticipated it, used the supernatural strength of his grip to form a sort of cock ring with his thumb and forefinger. His eyes rolled back in his head as he called the god's name over and over again.

 

Suddenly, he felt something wet and smooth yet firm pressing against his anus and he started. But D's fingers were magic as they massaged his cock and he found that all he could do was moan as the god entered him.

 

It wasn't how he'd ever pictured it. He'd always assumed he'd be the one fucking D, not the other way around - not that he would have ever admitted he'd dreamed of fucking D. He would have expected himself to freak out. But instead, he just thought, `Oh. D's in me,' and then a feeling of overwhelming bliss exploded all thought, all ability to see or think or do anything other than shout the god's name, as his seed spilled between them.

 

And before he could even recover, D's lips were around him again, coaxing him into hardening one more time.

 

This had never happened before. It had always been one time, then done and sleep. But with D, nothing was as it had ever been before. He felt himself grow, felt himself grow right down the kami's throat, which convulsed, swallowing around him.

 

And then, D released his cock, peppered kisses up his body until he reached the detective's mouth. Their tongues battled.

 

Vaguely, Leon thought, `I should be grossed out. That's the taste of my own cum.'

 

But D had climbed on top of him, and he felt the spirit lowering himself onto his now ready-again staff.

 

Tight and soft and perfect. He thrust up, feeling himself bottoming out against something that had just a touch of give. Every time he thrust against it, D's moans turned into cries of pleasure.

 

He lifted the deity, flipping him onto his back, his cock never leaving the tight confines of D's ass. Oh, God. He was… He was fucking D. He really was.

 

“Leon! Leon! Oh! Leon!” The god's cries in time with his thrusts, and that perfect little mouth, the mouth that had looked so perfect around his cock, now looked perfect in it's little “O” shape as he cried out, “Oh, Leon. Love. My Lion. Oh, Oh, Oh! I love you Ohhhh!”

 

Love. He'd actually said it. “Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” The detective screamed as he dissolved into the cosmos for a second? Three? An eternity? And then reappeared, reformed, reborn with the kami he'd loved for so long.

 

Breathing. That was vital to life. He gasped in some air, blew it out slowly as he slid out of his lover. These actions exhausted the last of his stamina and he collapsed to the side of the god.

 

“D.”

 

“Yes, Leon?”

 

“Promise me.”

 

The kami rolled over toward his very own heart, his beautiful, so beautiful love. How had he ever left this man? “What do you wish, my love?”

 

With an effort the American turned to look at him as he spoke. “Promise me that I can stay with you, that you won't leave. Even if you get sick of me. That you won't leave without talking to me.”

 

A warm smile graced D's lips and Leon felt his heart skip a beat. “If you will promise me the same.”

 

X

 

 

“Do you think D will remember to come back and show us the new cheongsam?” Junrei asked.

 

Kanan and Shuuko shared a contented smile.

 

“Probably not until tomorrow, Junrei,” Shuuko answered. “Probably not until tomorrow.”

 

 

END