Pet Shop Of Horrors Fan Fiction ❯ The Gift ❯ The Gift ( Chapter 11 )

The Gift 11 by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: I make no profit from the characters of The Pet Shop of Horrors. They do not belong to me. Li, Shang, and Lynn, 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: Opposites attract don't they? See for yourself.

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Shang opened the door to his suite and frowned at the mess that greeted him. An odd, familiar scent assailed his senses.

"Lynn!" He called out to his companion.

The orange haired male came out of the bedroom and looked at him. He held a CD player in his hand. Loud music emanated from the headphones around his neck.

Shang took one look at Lynn's clothing and frowned. The young male was wearing a pair of tight, black leather jeans and a black sleeveless shirt. His feet were bare -Lynn hated wearing shoes.

"Hello, Lord Shang," Lynn smiled, greeting the dragon prince. "I trust that your visit with the count went well?"

Shang ignored his question and asked him, "Why is this room so filthy?"

Lynn shrugged. "We wanted to explore."

"I told you that it was too dangerous. Someone could have seen you."

"No one did," Lynn said softly and removed his headphones. He placed the noisy device on a nearby desk and stood before Shang. His amber colored eyes hungrily searched Shang's gaze. "You can punish me if you wish, my lord."

"You would like that, wouldn't you?"

Lynn laughed. He was innocent looking, but the young male was far from innocent. Shang used him to satisfy his urges and in turn, satisfied the little imp in the process.

Their tastes were a bit out of the ordinary. Violent one would say.

"You know me so well, my lord."

The young dragon lifted his heavy red mane off his shoulders and stretched languidly.

Shimmering dragon shaped gold earrings dangled from his earlobes. The eyes of the jewelry were tiny bits of amber.

Shang caught sight of his orange colored tattoo. Four thin scars ran across the neck of the vibrant colored beast.

Younger dragon males were weak, easy to bruise, and it appeared that someone had recently wounded him.

It was then that Shang realized what the smell was…blood, human blood.

"Was someone here, Lynn?"

"Maybe…"

"Lynn," Shang lowered his voice in warning.

"I went downstairs -to the bar I believe and invited someone back to our room," he said indifferently. "Or rather, the American suggested that we go upstairs and talk."

Lynn tilted his head in thought. "Isn't that a funny way to put it Shang? Why didn't he just come out and say what he wanted to do to me?"

Lynn had brought someone to the suite and killed him.

Shang narrowed his gaze. "How could you be so careless?"

Lynn laughed and closed the distance between them. He ran his hands over Shang's tailor made suit, frowning at his tie. He much preferred to see his lord in something more traditional -his bare skin. "Are you angry enough to punish me now, my lord?"

Shang gripped a fistful of the little dragon's hair and wrenched his head back. "I don't know why I bothered to drag you along with me."

Lynn's breathing became ragged. His face flushed. His eyes swam with lust.

The little dragon was in heat.

Shang licked the tip of Lynn's impertinent nose and heard the little imp moan.

He traced the scratches on Lynn's neck and whispered, "You lied to me."

"Yes," Lynn admitted with a smile. "I lied to you…I deserve to be punished."

He would punish him… so much that he would not enjoy it, and then he would take him, because by then, Shang would be overwhelmed with passion.

But while he disciplined his companion, he would imagine that it was the count that was at his mercy…

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"Hmmm."

Q-Chan's wings stirred as the count made the melancholy sound.

D reached for the vanilla beans again and took a sniff. They had always worked at taming his desires. The scent would usually put him in a trance and help him forget his malady. But the vanilla beans were useless to him now. His senses had grown accustomed to the aroma.

Perhaps he should change scents. He was getting partial to cinnamon and nutmeg. They were such sweet, comfortable smells.

D sighed. Jill would be coming over soon. Maybe there was enough time for him to…

But it had been years since he had resorted to that.

He argued with himself that he really needed the relief. Besides, what harm would it do?

The way that he was feeling right now, if he didn't do it, then he would surely lose all control.

"Down Q-Chan."

His precious companion hopped off his shoulder and sat on the counter. D handed him the jar of vanilla beans to play with -Q-Chan too enjoyed the scent.

"Stay here and keep an eye on the shop. I will return shortly."

Q-Chan purred and lightly swatted at the jar.

D went upstairs to his bedroom. His hands trembled as he worked some of the loops free on his black cheongsam, and then removed his silk trousers.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and let Leon's image fill his mind. His nipples instantly hardened. His member had been equally solid for hours.

D slipped his fingers between his thighs. He stroked his stiff appendage and pretended that Leon's hand was caressing him to his release.

Warmth rushed to his face and chest.

Leon, he thought, my dearest Leon.

The detective's image smiled seductively at him. "God, I want you…" His voice told him.

D fell back on to the bed, his mouth opening and releasing a small cry of pleasure.

"I want to be inside you…"

D arched his back. He was almost there.

The sound of Q-Chan hissing furiously alarmed him.

His eyes shot open. He quickly sat up and pulled his cheongsam back in place. He kicked his trousers beneath the bed. Just in time, because a second later, Leon appeared in his bedroom doorway.

"D-Detective," the count stuttered. "What are you doing here?"

"We have to talk D. Something weird is happening to me."

"Weird?" D raised a thin black eyebrow.

Leon stepped into the room.

D gasped. "Leon, what has happened to you?"

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Leon knew exactly what the count had been doing. It was apparent by D's nervous behavior and the pretty blush that covered his cheeks.

Well, well…

D handled his celibacy by pleasuring himself while Leon had to grin and bear it. "Leon…your hair," D said, his multi colored eyes filled with shock.

Leon scratched his shaggy mane and said, "Yeah, Jill noticed it too."

"Tell me what has happened to you," D insisted.

Leon told him about what had taken place when he had gone home for lunch and then what had transpired in the alley.

D's eyes widened at Leon's account of the strange occurrences.

"There's only one person responsible for this, isn't there?" Leon asked.

The count nodded and said, "Li."

Leon had suspected as much. "What's going on?"

"Li's spirit has apparently entered your body."

D's statement would have been hysterically funny to him if he had not believed it himself. But it made sense. The dragon prince had returned and had taken up house in his body.

Son of a bitch!

Strangely enough, he didn't feel any different. He was the same Leon as he had always been. So Li had inhabited his body, big deal. Leon was the one who was still in control.

"Does that mean that he's not actually dead?" Leon questioned, keeping a slew of other obscenities at bay.

"Yes."

"Why did he do this? How?"

D shook his head, "I do not know."

That was a disappointment.

Something suddenly occurred to Leon.

He stepped forward and knelt down before D. Placing his hands on D's arms, he moved his palms over the black silk. He wished that the count's arms were bare so that he could touch him.

"Then… since Li isn't really dead, does that mean that we can …?"

D blushed at his question and said, "I suppose."

Leon gently squeezed the count's arms in exhilaration. He chuckled and winked at D. "The three hundred day rule has been shot to hell, huh?"

"Detective…"

Leon kissed his forehead and eyebrows.

D reached for him and clung to his jacket.

"I've been thinking about you," he whispered into D's ear.

D's grip tightened on his jacket.

"Have you been thinking about me?"

"Yes." D blushed.

Leon smiled. "I bet your thoughts weren't as dirty as mine."

The count buried his face in the crook of Leon's shoulder.

Leon chuckled. "That bad, huh?"

"I would prefer that we not speak of it, detective."

"Oh, yeah?" Leon made him look at him. "Then what would you prefer?"

"We could take a bath," D suggested, "together."

Leon swallowed. A bath with D…sounded interesting.

"God, yes."

D stood and pulled Leon to his feet. He led the detective to his bathroom.

The count's lavatory was something to behold. It had a conventional Asian atmosphere to it even though its conveniences were quite modern. Elegant Asian vases and flowers adorned the room. A large red fan with the Chinese zodiac took up much of one wall. Various colored bottles sat on a small wooden table. Large Chinese symbols in gold adorned their surfaces.

Just as Leon had predicted, a tub, rather than a shower stall occupied the room. The inside of the wide, rectangular tub was gilded in gold. At least Leon thought that it was gilded. Who would have the time or the money to create such a thing? The gold had to be paint. Very top of the line paint.

The outside of the tub, sink, counter, walls, and floor were made of white marble. Leon noted that the fixtures of the sink and tub were made of ivory.

Thick white towels hung from an ivory towel rack. A few more sat on another wooden table near the tub.

Behind the marble sink and counter was an expanse of mirror. It took up the entire wall.

The count's fondness for fine things never stopped surprising him. He often forgot that D was from royalty and could afford such extravagances.

Leon lifted him on top of the sink's counter top and pulled him close to the edge.

D made a sharp sound of surprise.

Leon stood between the count's parted thighs and smiled when he felt beneath D's cheongsam. The count had forgotten to put on his silk trousers after he had tried to pleasure himself.

He was naked right where it counted.

Leon unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock free from his underwear. It was already wet with pre cum.

D helped him, drawing his cheongsam further up to his waist. The count's smooth skin glowed from the soft light in the room.

Leon groaned. He had been waiting so long.

"Now detective," D urged him, his frame shuddered with longing.

Leon embraced him, kissed his delicately shaped jaw.

D sighed and wrapped his arms around him. Leon moved his fingers up D's inner thigh, then pulled the away to steer himself into D's sheath.

Leon was right there on the verge of having him when he happened to look over D's shoulder into the mirror.

Li's image -not his own, looked back at him. His amethyst eyes were burning with lust.

No!

Leon halted and closed his eyes. He let D's arms support him against his slender body.

"I-I can't do this," he said. "I won't share you with him."

D caressed his nape and kissed the detective's blond, graying hair. "I understand."

Leon's hand reached around and languidly stroked D's spine. "Do you beloved?"

D stiffened at the Chinese accented words.

"Li?"

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That was longer than usual. I just could not stop typing.

Tell me what you think about Lynn and what you think is going to happen next. I assure you that I have already planned what is about to happen *its all on paper…* ^_^