Pet Shop Of Horrors Fan Fiction ❯ The Gift ❯ The Gift ( Chapter 7 )

The Gift 7 by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: I make no profit from the characters of The Pet Shop of Horrors. They do not belong to me. Li and Shang however are of my own creation and do 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: Wow, that last one was intense at the ending. It even had me surprised. Honestly! Leon is so aggressive…I like that! I could get used to writing that! Without further ado, let's get on with the loving. ^_^!

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To Leon's delight, the count's canopied bed was covered in gold silk. He had dreamt of taking D on silk. In the past three weeks, the color of the silken sheets in Leon's dreams had changed, sparking new thoughts of cheongsams for the count. Leon had the urge to see him in a vivid cherry red. He would have to call in another favor if he wanted to see D swathed in that.

Leon set him down in the center of the large bed and began removing his jacket, t-shirt, and jeans.

D's eyes widened as he saw the detective's boxer briefs.

Leon raised a blonde brow and smiled. "You like?"

D blushed and said, "It is very interesting, detective."

"Do you want to do the honors?"

D sat up and shyly slipped his fingers beneath the elastic band of Leon's underwear.

Leon affectionately stroked the count's shiny black hair.

D peeled the white cotton briefs down. Leon stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

His hardness stood proudly before him, surrounded by a nest of golden curls.

D ran his fingernails lightly over his shaft. Leon inhaled sharply. D wrapped his slender white fingers around it and without hesitation, pulled it into his mouth.

"Oh, god…"Leon watched his entire length disappear between the count's tiny lips.

He placed his hands on D's shoulders. The contrast of his tanned fingers against D's pale skin was like a jolt to his system.

Leon wanted to examine the count's slender, attractive form. He was so delicate. His body was youthful looking -just out of the awkward stage.

Leon knew that he was far from young. Sometimes, he displayed a side of him that was wise beyond Leon's comprehension.

The mystery that surrounded D and his shop could make a grown man die from contemplation. What Leon was certain of was that D was no ordinary Chinaman and that he had found his way into Leon's very soul.

Leon closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He buried his fingers in D's hair. He loved feeling the heavenly soft strands cascading through his fingers. It was almost as erotic as what D was doing to him.

His mouth drew on him, moved over him hungrily. Such a voracious appetite the count had. His tongue caressed Leon's shaft, titillated it with its languid licks.

Leon let loose a husky sigh.

He had not known that D was so talented. Had Li enjoyed this privilege from the count? Leon's hands tightened on D's hair at the menacing thought.

He opened his eyes and looked down at his lover's flushed face. D was gorging himself on him.

Leon moved his hips meeting D's own forward motions. The count slid his fingers over Leon's flanks and lightly scored them with his nails. Leon gasped and tensed. His cock twitched in D's mouth.

"God D…" he couldn't believe how sensitive his flesh was. If he weren't careful, he would erupt right into D's mouth.

The count grazed his teeth over Leon's length. He made a small sound of pleasure, something that rattled Leon's senses and sent a small vibration throughout his shaft.

Leon gritted his teeth and bit back a curse. He didn't want to ruin things by making D upset with his vulgar language.

D's lips were now securely fastened around the head of his member. His tongue fluttered over Leon's sensitive knob. Leon shuddered.

D released his cock. The angry red thing was saturated with a mixture of precum and saliva. D blew gently on the tip. Leon groaned and watched as D took it back into his recesses.

Leon felt the constricting muscles of the count's throat. He forced himself not to shove into him.

The experience was too good for words.

He slowly rocked back and forth, feeding him his member. He fought the urge to come. He wanted the moment to last, and he wanted to find his release inside of D.

"That's enough, D," he said hoarsely.

He could feel his body straining for liberation.

"D…"

The count continued to entice him.

"D, you're going to…"

D flicked his tongue over his slit.

"Oh, shit…"

Leon came.

D ravenously took everything that he had to give, prolonging Leon's climax. It wracked his body, and sent his thoughts adrift.

When he returned to his senses, D had already released him and was sitting back on his heels.

One look at the count told Leon exactly what he had suspected.

"Damn it, D! You did that on purpose!"

D stared guiltily at him.

"Well, I've got news for you," Leon smirked, "I'll be ready again in a few minutes."

D blushed and said, "Please detective, won't you see reason?"

"So it's back to detective, huh?"

D wrapped a sheet around him. He, went to an elegantly ornate wooden chest, and pulled out another one of his black satin cheongsams. This one had white embroidered lilies on it. He slowly worked the white loops over the black frog closures.

"You may not understand why I am postponing our union," he said, "but I am doing it for us. I have no intention of hurting you or stringing you along as it were."

He pulled his hair free from the high collar. "You know that I care strongly for you. Shouldn't that be enough?"

"What?" Leon looked at him as if he had lost his mind.

"What happened here cannot happen again," D told him more firmly. "Not until my mourning is over."

"Aw hell!" Leon said through his clenched teeth, and then held up a hand to wave off D's admonishment. "At least let me have this, okay?"

D raised a dark painted fingernail to his lips. "You are upset."

Leon laughed at his deduction.

"Come and drink some tea with me. We'll talk."

The last thing that Leon wanted right now was to talk. "I've got to get back to work," he said.

The count nodded and led him downstairs to the shop.

An insanely hyperactive Q-Chan was whizzing around the room, giving Leon what he thought was an evil glare.

Leon disregarded the animal's unusual behavior.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he told D.

D seemed startled. He politely guided Leon towards the door and said, "Please detective, for both of our sakes, do not return until my mourning has passed. I beg of you."

I beg of you?

"D -"

"Please detective." His violet and amber eyes were filled with such emotion that it stunned Leon. D was begging him to have some control over his own passions. The count was helpless around him and he needed one of them to be strong, but Leon had shown no such will. In fact, he had pushed D into their intimate act.

"I'm sorry D," he apologized. "I won't bother you again."

"Thank you, detective," D said softly.

Leon wanted to hold him, to tell him that everything was going to be all right between them, but he elected to leave. Holding could lead to many other things, and he didn't trust himself right now.

The door of the shop closed behind him. He got into his car and rooted around in the dashboard compartment for his cigarettes. He found the half-crumpled box.

God, I'm such a bastard, he thought, taking advantage of D like that.

The blasted box was empty. He threw the packet on to the back seat and groaned.

He felt like such a heel.

D had clearly done what he had to do to get him away from him. D had practically begged him not to kiss him. Nevertheless, what did he go and do? He kissed him. After he kissed him, he had to touch him. Then after he touched him, he really had to taste him. After that, he had to be inside of him.

Just thinking about it made him all tense.

He needed another pack of cigarettes. He needed to get back to work and he needed to be with D.

He almost wished that Li had not died. The Chinaman would have given him a good outlet for his anger.

Leon's thoughts wandered to Li's brother, Shang. He wondered if he was as possessive as Li when it came to the count. Perhaps he was more volatile than Li, abusive, and that was why D was so afraid.

Leon grew angry at the thought.

If that son of a bitch laid a finger on D, he'd live to regret it.

Like hell, Leon was going to go through the remainder of the three hundred days completely unaware of what was going on with D. He had to be certain that the count was okay without him around, and he knew just the person to recruit to take over his job.

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Yes, I know. You're thinking, AAAAAHHHHHH! But do not despair. Leon and D's lack of intimacy in this chapter has an important role in the entire story. It will all be explained soon enough. Just think how much more fun it will be when Shang returns and Leon tries to convince D to be naughty with him *OOPS!*. I think that I've said too much already. ^_^!