Pet Shop Of Horrors Fan Fiction ❯ The Gift ❯ The Gift 8 ( Chapter 8 )

The Gift 8 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: I have just realized that in a previous chapter, 5 to be exact, that I mentioned that Shang would be entering chapter 6. Well, Shang did not enter chapter 6 and I do apologize.

No, he is not in this one either.

Is he?

*****

He didn't like the idea of using Jill as a go between. Already, the woman knew too much about his relationship with D.

Either that or she was making accurate assumptions.

It was a miracle that she wasn't pressing him for information. That aggravation Leon could do without.

He shoved a piece of paper across the desk towards her. "Here."

"What's this?"

"It's a list of all the pastries he likes."

"Oh." Jill placed it in her purse.

"Make sure that he locks up the store whenever he's in the backroom. He forgets that a lot."

"I will."

"Watch out for his pet, Q-Chan. He can be a real pain."

Jill gave him a questioning look. "Anything else?"

Leon scratched his head. What did she want from him, a confession?

"No," he said and fished for his cigarettes. Ever since he had stopped visiting D, he had started chain-smoking like mad.

Jill placed her hand over the packet and swept it into the garbage.

"That was a new carton," he told her.

"I know. You've had enough for one day. It is starting to smell like an ashtray in here."

Leon smirked. "Is that such a bad thing?"

"I've got a bag of pretzel sticks in my desk. Chew on those for a while," she suggested.

Leon made a face.

"They won't kill you. Now be a good boy until I get back."

He didn't want to be a good boy. He wanted to pay D a visit -a very naughty visit.

He was so hard that he was having trouble thinking. He accidentally snapped his pencil. The action cleared his mind somewhat. He had to be careful or he would have one of his D dreams at work.

That would not be good. Well, it would be very good for him, but it would be highly unprofessional to do something so obscene at work.

Leon had to try to remember to tell D about it some time. He could just imagine D's shock.

Detective, he would say, and blush scarlet, the same way he blushed whenever Leon tried to kiss him.

Yeah, Leon wouldn't mind telling him at all.

*****

Leon went home for lunch -a beer and leftover pizza.

He spilled some beer on his shirt and had to change it. When he passed by the mirror in his bedroom, a flash of gray caught his eye. Leon froze and stared at his image. He could have sworn that the flash of gray had been Li's hair.

"You've only had one beer. It's not as if you're drunk or anything," he chastised himself. "It was probably sunlight coming in from the window."

But the blind was pulled down over the window.

Yeah, he thought, and maybe I've inherited a million dollars.

It had definitely been Li, either that, or Shang was playing a bad joke on him.

Shang did not look like the joking type.

After all that had happened, was it so hard for him to believe that Li had come back from the dead?

"You're horny and delusional," he muttered and quickly changed his shirt. If Li was back from the dead, he did not want to end up having a one on one conversation with the dragon prince's ghost. They had not exactly been on good terms before his passing.

Before leaving, Leon said aloud, "Have a beer if you want, but don't touch my pizza, that's for dinner."

He closed the door behind him and heard something fall, then break.

"Crap," he said. "I don't need this right now."

He considered going back in and taking a look, but he figured that whatever it was could wait until he got back home, and so could the disgruntled Li, if that was who had caused the mess.

*****

Jill had returned by the time that he had got back to work. She had brought him a salad. It was what she called a healthy alternative to what he was accustomed to eating. Leon placed it on a stack of files and hoped that it would be buried under the tumultuous paperwork. God, he hated rabbit food.

"What's that yellow stuff?"

"Lemon zest."

Leon shuddered and made a face. Leave it to Jill to make something like a salad extra unappealing to him.

He leaned back in his chair and asked, "Well? How did it go?"

Apparently, D had been glad to have her visit him. The count wanted her to visit him more often.

"Really?" This peace of information interested Leon.

"Yes. The count says that female companionship is important, especially since he is in mourning."

Female companionship. That ticked Leon off. D had deliberately told Jill that knowing that she would tell him the very same thing. D was obviously expecting to while away the days by drinking tea and socializing with Jill. What did Leon have to look forward to everyday? Nothing but work, frustrating sexual dreams, and a hard on that was becoming immune to cold showers.

What did he do to deserve all of that?

"Q-Chan is adorable," Jill gushed.

"He's a little monster."

"He is not, Leon. He is the tamest pet I have ever seen."

Leon raised an eyebrow. "Are we talking about the same Q-Chan?"

Jill pursed her lips. "Maybe he just doesn't like you."

"That must be it," he mumbled.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Jill reached into her purse for a red envelope. "The count said to give you this."

Leon waited until Jill had moved on to her own desk before he opened it. D had sent him a letter. The words were written in a very neat pattern. Leon could smell the sweet incense from the shop wafting from the paper.

My Dearest Detective Leon,

Leon's cheeks warmed at that. Even when he addressed him formally, he still had a way of showing him his true affection.

I am delighted that you have sent Jill to keep me company.

The shop can be so quiet at times.

I hope that your day went well. Jill says that you can be very grouchy when you have a bad morning.

Damn it Jill, he gave her a glare. She was too busy to notice the unsavory look.

I have been thinking about you terribly, detective.

Do not smoke so many cigarettes. They are bad for you.

He sent Jill another look.

Q-Chan sends his love.

I bet he does. The little hellion probably wanted to see his carcass eaten by rabid dogs.

Sincerely Yours,

D

Leon closed the letter.

I have been thinking about you terribly, detective.

So, he wasn't the only one who was suffering. It was good to know. It would be interesting to see just how he fought his impulses. Did he take cold showers too? Nah, the count was more into baths. Poor D probably had to immerse himself in freezing water to get rid of his problem.

An image of D in a scented bath filled Leon's mind. The count's legs, too long for an ordinary tub, were bent at the knees. Leon saw himself slipping his hips between them to slide straight into D's warmth.

Hell, he would have that bath water heated up in no time.

He suppressed a groan and stared at the tent in his jeans. It looked like he would have to pay a visit to the mini fridge and get himself some ice. The little detective was out and ready for action. Too bad, he was going to be forced back to sleep the hard way.

*****

I got the ghost in the mirror idea from my own personal experience. Spooky, huh? Muahahahahaha! *Invader Zim style* ~_O