Pet Shop Of Horrors Fan Fiction ❯ The Gift ❯ The Gift 6 ( Chapter 6 )

The Gift 6 by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: I make no profit from the characters of The Pet Shop of Horrors. They do not belong to me. Li however is of my own creation and does belong to me…, D…, and no one else...for now.

Warnings: This story contains suggestions of a Yaoi relationship. 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: I do believe that I am getting addicted to this story. I am starting to think that maybe I shouldn't have killed off poor Li. Am I a murderer? Oh, kami no! Just kidding. Anyway, Li's death has been on my mind. That poor chap…hmmm.

*****

He could not get D off his mind.

"You've lost it," he told himself.

D was in mourning and he had respectfully asked Leon to give him time. But Leon had decided three hundred days was too much time.

He didn't think that he was being selfish.

D had tried getting into his pants from the first day that they had met. Well, Leon was ready to concede, and boy was he ever.

Even Jill had noticed that he wasn't completely focused on work. After studying his behavior for far too long, she pulled a chair up to his untidy desk, sat down, and crossed her legs.

"What's the problem?"

Leon tapped his pencil point over a dusty, old notepad. He didn't even know that he had owned one. He had found the thing hidden beneath a pile of old receipts. Its wire spine was a bit rusted, but the paper was still good. He thought that he'd put the thing to use. So far, he'd made a sketch of Q-Chan falling into a black hole. Leon imagined that D wouldn't be too happy with the image.

"Absolutely nothing," he answered. "That's my problem. No action, nothing…for a very long time."

Jill seemed confused. "What about that homicide case that just came in?"

"I'm on it," he said, and showed her the file.

"It happened in Chinatown," Jill told him.

"Yeah."

"Well, aren't you going to go down there and hunt for clues?"

"Eventually, yes."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

Leon rolled his eyes. "I said that I'll go, all right?"

"You're awfully cranky," she noted. "What's eating you?"

His face flushed. "Haven't you got something else to do?"

Jill stared at him, adjusted her glasses, and then snapped her fingers, "Is this about the count?"

"Aw hell…"

"It is."

Leon had told her of Li's passing. Of course, he had lied about the true nature of the Chinaman's sudden death. He didn't think that Jill would believe that the gorgeous Li had been some weird dragon-carrying host.

Jill believed that Li's heart had given out, and that's just what Leon would let her continue to believe.

"He looked so young," she had said. "What a loss."

Leon hadn't responded.

"Are you feeling sorry that the count lost his friend?" Jill was saying.

"What?" Leon bristled. "No. I never liked the guy."

"That's true."

Why did she have to make it sound as if he was being mean? So Li was dead. What did she want him to do, weep for someone who wanted to skewer him for trying to invade on his territory?

"The count must be devastated. When was the last time you visited him?"

Leon mumbled something.

"What?"

"Three weeks."

Jill was appalled. "Leon, I can't believe you!"

"Before you get all upset, I think you should know that he told me to stay away from him."

"Well, why would he say that?" She narrowed her eyes at him. "You did something to him."

"No." But I wanted to, badly.

"Leon, you march yourself over there and make sure that he's all right," Jill ordered.

Was this what he had been waiting for, an excuse to go see D?

God, yes.

"And make sure that you apologize to him."

"All right already," he snapped.

Jill went off in a huff. It was clear that she was pissed at him.

Three weeks wasn't very long.

Who was he kidding? Three weeks had been an eternity. If D thought that he was going to wait three hundred days, then he had another thought coming.

*****

It had been a while since he had done it, but the strokes proved to be as smooth as they had been all those years ago. The image on the paper was coming together. The lean features, strong chin, and unkempt hair. He even added the stubble, wanting to give the figure an authentic look. Perhaps he had made it too authentic, because he found himself running his fingers over the chin, smudging it a little -all for the better.

He sighed and looked down at Q-Chan who was investigating a bottle of dried vanilla beans. The scent was intoxicatingly sweet. D often kept it as an aromatherapy aid. He had been using it lately in an effort to curb his desires. To his disappointment, it wasn't working. In fact, it was making things worse.

He had not seen Leon for three weeks. D had not thought that the detective would have taken his entreaty seriously.

He missed him.

The bell above the door tinkled.

D knew even before he looked up who had entered the shop.

Leon.

He dropped the charcoal pencil, closed the book, and tried to ignore the rapid beating of his heart.

It's only been two hundred and seventy nine days. Surely, he could have waited a little longer.

D saw the small package in his hand and melted.

Another gift.

Didn't he know what all his gifts meant?

No, he wouldn't.

Their traditions were so different. Giving a gift may seem normal to Leon, but to the count, it was so much more.

To D's horror, Leon approached the counter.

"Keep your distance, detective," D warned him. "I do not wish a repeat of what happened the last time you were here."

Leon chuckled, "You little liar. Your face is red. You want nothing else but a repeat of what happened between us."

"It's been…very warm lately," he claimed.

"Right," Leon crossed his arms.

D attempted to change the subject. "How was your day?"

"Boring, uneventful." He set the package down on the counter. "I spent most of it thinking about you…and what I want to do to you."

"Leon you promised." The count's blush darkened.

"No, I didn't." He stared intensely into D's eyes.

Q-Chan flew up on to D's shoulder, breaking their stares.

"Maybe we could go into the back room," Leon suggested, throwing Q-Chan a scathing glance.

"We will do no such thing, detective. I cannot believe how persistent you are on this matter. One would think that it is all that you care about."

"That's not true. I care about other things."

I care about you.

He did not say the words, but his eyes said them all the same.

Q-Chan growled.

D stiffened. He had been captivated by Leon's words.

"Two hundred and seventy nine days," he said aloud.

Leon came around the counter.

D didn't move.

Leon touched the count's temple. "I'm sorry if I'm making things hard for you." He passed his fingers through D's satiny hair.

"You are not."

Leon grinned. "No, I'm not."

"Detective," D held his wrist. "The things you say."

Leon eased him into his embrace. "Just one kiss, D, and I'll leave."

"I don't think that we should."

"It won't hurt."

After a moment of hesitation, D gave in and tilted his face upward. Leon claimed his lips. He sought out the smooth flesh of D's arms beneath his sleeve. D stiffened and then relaxed.

Leon lifted the back of the count's cheongsam with his right hand and splayed his fingers over the lower part of his spine.

Leon secretly cursed the black fabric. He hated what it represented and what it denied him.

"Leon…" D was panting heavily. His fingers clutched his shirt.

Leon silenced him by attacking his mouth with more arduous kisses. The force behind them made D's knees weak. He would have collapsed had Leon not held him close.

Burning desire overwhelmed him. He knew that if he did not stop the detective, then he would perish in the flames of his passion.

He made a weak attempt to push Leon away. His heart was not in it. His body had turned greedy and lustful. It wanted what Leon was offering. It wanted to be tamed.

Before he knew what was happening, his cheongsam, sash, and trousers were on the floor.

Leon lifted him and licked his pink nipple. D gasped and wrapped his arms around the blonde detective's neck.

Leon nipped the taut little peak, and then turned his attention to the other.

"Leon…" The count lowered his head to kiss his golden locks.

"I want to be inside you," Leon said, voicing what he had kept secret for so long.

D clenched his hair and tugged it, pulling his head back. He dipped his head and kissed Leon, thrusting his tongue into his mouth.

Leon slid a hand down to the count's thigh and hitched it up and over his hip. He did the same with the other, and then guided D into locking his legs around his waist.

The position was so unrefined, so not D. Leon loved it. He had always wanted to see the count flounder from his noble shell. It seriously turned him on.

The prospect of turning him into an awkward lover prompted him to ask, "Where is your bedroom?"

D took a moment to register what he was saying. "This way," he said and nodded towards the back.

Leon growled and carried his prey, ignoring the flustered Q-Chan who was flying around them.

Muahahahaha! No Yaoi in this one. I am saving it for chapter seven. That is…if I allow it to happen in chapter seven! Am I the evilest? I think, yes! ^_^