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Disclaimer: I do not own Pet Shop of Horrors, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Desecration
- 2-Despot
- 3-Damask
- 4-Definition
- 5-Damsel
- 6-Dearth
- 7-Dirigere
- 8-Disturbance
- 9-Decadence
- 10-Disease
- 11-Draht
- 12-Darkness
- 13-Dva
- 14-Daguerreotype
- 15-Draconigenae
- 16-Deification
- 17-Deviant
- 18-Doyoubi
- 5
- 6
- 7
Disclaimer: I do not own Pet Shop of Horrors and I am making no money from this or any other fan related work.

WARNINGS: language, yaoi/lemon, NCS/rape.

This story contains explicit descriptions of nonconsensual sex which some readers may find disturbing.

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With affectionate dedication and infinite thanks to Koro-chan,

who wanted it very much,

and without whom this never would have been written. =]

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"Dearth"

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The light from the single lamp was dim; the shadows it cast over the room were long. Q-chan perched near it, turning to gaze up into a familiar face. The man whose face it was dropped the newspaper he was reading on the table. He met Q-chan's gaze; where the creature's look was apprehensive, the man's was predatory. "What a fascinating result," he said smoothly. "We shall have to see what else comes of it."

The light from the single lamp was dim; the shadows it cast over the room were long. Q-chan fluttered over to perch on a familiar shoulder and peered over at a familiar face. The man whose face it was dropped the newspaper he was reading on the table. He met Q-chan's gaze; where the creature's look was questioning, the man's was thoughtful. "Very interesting," he said, raising a hand to stroke it over Q-chan's furry back. "We shall have to see what happens."

Though it seemed that his evening was a repetition of the same moments, it helped to understand, as Q-chan did, that they were two very different men.

-o-o-o-o-

"Dammit D, I said no!" Leon stood angrily and looked around for something to throw. Tetsu, the nearest portable object, growled at him threateningly. Leon looked seriously tempted.

"Detective, I was not pressing the matter." D, in contrast to Leon's anger, was the very picture of calm, though a thin thread of worry and sorrow leaked through his serene expression.

Leon saw it; he growled under his breath. "D," he began, pleadingly, but D held up his hands, halting Leon's explanation.

"Leon," he said softly, "I mean that." He allowed his sorrow to show more openly, but he smiled softly at the detective. "It is your job. I could not ask you to act in a manner contrary to what you have chosen to give your life to. Indeed, I would not dream of asking it of you." He paused to sip his tea before setting the cup down on the table next to the newspaper. "I merely inquired as to what was to become of the animal."

Leon grumbled again and jammed his hands in his pockets. "Yeah, yeah. Well..." He trailed off for a moment. "I should go," he finished. He didn't really want to leave it like that, but he really did need to get going, and there was no way he was going to answer D's question. He turned pleading eyes on the Count.

D rose from his seat and came over to stand beside Leon. Reaching up, he took the detective's face in his hands. "Leon," he breathed. "It is alright." He tried to smile at his lover, but there was still a sorrow in his expression that he couldn't hide. Leon saw it again, but he knew, now, that it was not directed at him.

"I'll see you later," he returned softly, before leaning forward and kissing D lightly on the lips and then turning to leave.

Out in his car, Leon threw the machine violently into gear and pealed out into the traffic, allowing his feelings of anger and helplessness some outlet. Dammit! Why did this have to happen now!? He growled again, gritting his teeth viciously. It just had to happen the week after he got back from his suspension too... How he got to the station without killing someone was one of those miracles that often seemed to be a part of Leon's life, and which he never thought much about.

"You're late," the Chief growled at him, but Jill intercepted Leon, grabbing his arm and dragging him in the other direction, before he could respond.

"You're late," she said accusingly, sitting on the edge of her desk and sipping at her coffee.

Leon growled at her. "Jesus, Jill! If you were just going to give me that shit, why didn't you let me talk to the Chief?"

She smiled at him knowingly. "Because if you yelled back at him like that you might just get your ass fired, and then I don't think I could stand working here." She lifted one eyebrow and her lip curled sardonically. "There would be no fun left in it."

He grumbled, throwing himself down in the chair in front of her desk. "Should have let me do it," he mumbled. "I don't know if I can stand working here much longer."

She looked at him intently. "What was that Leon?"

He shook his head, rising from the chair and turning toward his desk. "Nothing."

She frowned. "Leon," she said softly, and he turned to look at her. "Take care of yourself, okay?" She smiled at him.

He returned the smile wearily. "Yeah. I'll try."

At his own desk, Leon dropped down into his chair and stared blankly at the papers that were strewn across the desk's surface. The ones on the top had to do with his latest case; he stared at them without reading them as he called the details of the case to the front of his mind. Some guy had gotten himself killed in a mugging; it was your normal everyday occurrence in LA, as regular as bad traffic or smog. Except this guy had had in his possession an animal, one that was about a half step from being on the endangered species list, and the Natural History Museum was claiming that he'd stolen it from them. To make matters more complicated, the dead guy's wife was demanding that he hadn't stolen the damn animal- he was a licensed wild animal rehabilitator apparently- and she wanted it back. The museum was fighting her tooth and nail on it- as if the animal in question was the fucking Holy Grail, so unbelievable precious and unique that not spending all the time and effort and money in the world on obtaining it was in itself a criminal act.

Leon shoved away from his desk suddenly, stalked over to the break room, and grabbed some coffee. He slouched back over to Jill's desk and plopped himself down in front of it. She immediately looked up from the report she was working on. He was silent a long time, but after a few minutes he said, softly, "Jill, you ever... think maybe it's not worth it?"

She was quiet, watching him, as the bustle of the station's other occupants seemed to move around them, shifted to another plane of existence. "Yes," she answered him, her voice just as quiet, as if to speak it aloud was to give the idea a power it shouldn't have. "I do think about that." She shifted in her chair, leaning toward him and resting her chin in a propped up hand. "Generally right after something goes really bad. What brought this on?" She frowned. "Did you know the victim?"

He shook his head. "No, it's not that. It's... just... What are we doing here? Do we just clean up after the psychos, or are we really trying to... to do something- to help people?" He glanced up at a worn sign on the wall, reading its faded letters. "'Protect and serve' huh?" He looked over at Jill's troubled expression. "Who are we protecting?" He leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling. "What do we serve?"

Jill was quiet a long time. "Leon," she said finally, "I can't answer that for you."

He nodded. Standing, he turned and went to the stairs, going down a few flights. The room he
finally entered had softer light than the hallway and most of the rest of the building, and was thankfully close to empty. Well... empty of people.

"Hey Leon," the man at the desk greeted him, looking up from the newspaper he was reading. Behind him, shelves upon shelves stretched, packed full of evidence from all the millions of cases the department looked into.

"Hey Charlie," he responded. "How's business?"

Charlie rolled his eyes. "Eh, usual I guess." He smirked.

Leon returned the grin. "Slower than a dead horse then?"

"That about covers it. Hey, congrats on the piece." He waved the paper; Leon snorted, familiar with the article recognizing his accomplishments in exposing the false Agent Meretrix.

"Come on Charlie, you know me. That shit's all made up."

"Yeah, I know you," Charlie said, his grin suggesting that he knew Leon well enough to know that his protestation was false. "Anyway, what did you need?" He gestured to the boxes of filed evidence behind him.

Leon shrugged. "Nothing. Just... a minute away from... people."

Charlie chuckled. "The Chief been giving you a hard time?"

Leon shrugged noncommittally. "I'm gonna hang out in the show room."

Charlie nodded, giving an exaggerated shudder. "Man, I do not know how you can stand to go in there with that thing."

Leon smiled humorlessly. "Practice," he muttered. Charlie looked at him oddly, but Leon turned and entered a side room without explaining further. The room was usually used to store evidence that was in the process of being used, usually in a case that was at trial, so that it didn't need to be hauled out of the depths of the room every day, however it was currently housing the animal that had been found on the mugger's victim. The station wasn't really set up to house animals, of any kind, but a hasty habitat had been rigged up as a temporary home as the proper ownership of the animal was hashed out in court. Leon made sure to shut the door firmly behind him as he entered the room; Charlie was petrified of snakes.

Leon frowned; the room was cold. He moved over to the large table that, along with two chairs, was the room's only furniture, and turned on the lamp that had been placed next to a small aquarium with a wire screen fitted tightly to the top of it. The bottom of the container had been covered with sawdust; a bowl with water in it, a few dead bugs, and an empty Kleenex box shelter had been added to the impromptu cage. There was a soft rustling in response to the lamp being turned on, and a slender head was raised, reaching toward the slight warmth generated by the electricity.

The snake was maybe a foot long, and that was being generous, and about as big around as Leon's pinky. A broad, reddish orange stripe ran down the length of its back, and its sand colored scales were each marked by a dark spot. Its dark eyes looked up at Leon unblinkingly. He dropped himself into a chair next to the table, rested his head on his crossed arms, and stared back at the snake. It flicked out its tongue, tasting the air. Apparently deciding that Leon was interesting, it curled its way closer to him, its head weaving from side to side and its tongue restlessly darting back and forth. Intrigued, Leon reached a hand forward and pressed the tip of one finger against the glass.

The snake turned toward his finger instantly, flicking its tongue against the glass. It wants the warmth, Leon realized, pressing the entire flat of his hand to the glass. The snake twisted closer. He removed his hand, and the creature, tongue restlessly flickering, slithered away until it basked in the light of the lamp, reaching up toward the source as if it was the sun. "It's too cold for you in here," Leon observed, the snake turning toward the sound of his voice but not leaving the pool of light. "D said you're from the desert," he continued, conversationally. "When it gets this cold, I bet you're usually tucked away in some warm place
under a big old rock, right?"

Leon sat for awhile, staring at the snake as it tried to find warmth. The sorrow in D's eyes as he'd left rose in his mind, and Leon pushed it aside. "What are we doing this for?" he asked the snake abruptly. "Who do we protect? What do we serve?" Not surprisingly- or maybe it was a surprise, after everything that happened since he'd met D- the snake didn't answer him, instead curling up buried in a heap of sawdust in the corner. Leon could see the creature's eyes peeking out of the sawdust at him, that unblinking stare holding his own eyes; he knew, without having to be told, that the snake was going to die here, with no one to care about it while people who didn't give any more of a rat's ass about it debated in circles as to the proper ownership of the creature. He thought of D, of the quiet way he'd asked whether he might keep the animal while the courts decided what to do with it. Leon frowned; he'd already asked the Chief before that, pointed out that Charlie hated snakes as well as the fact that the department really wasn't capable of housing the thing properly. But apparently the order was, from higher up, that they were to keep it in the building. It was a stupid plan; every time he thought about it, Leon had to repress an urge to go find and smack whoever's idea it had been. He'd hated having to tell that to D; come to think of it, he hadn't really told D, just blustered loudly until he had to go to work. He sighed, his breath puffing against the glass. "There is," he told the creature, confiding what he'd been thinking since he first started investigating this case, "a serious lack of common sense in what they call the law these days." The creature flicked its tongue at him, and its eyes slowly blinked, its lids sliding sideways in a milky film that momentarily obscured the clear black orbs.

"Is it for the bureaucrats?" he asked the snake suddenly again. "For that old man you were with before he kicked the bucket? For his wife?" He paused. "For you?" A soft flick of the tongue was his only answer this time. "For the law?" Leon persisted, "or for 'justice'? Are they at all the same thing?" The snake raised its head, and Leon heard a knock at the door behind him.

Leon turned to see Charlie poking his head in. He made a face at the snake and said to Leon, "My shift's just about over. Thought I'd let you know." He cast a distasteful look over the aquarium. "Does it need to be fed?" The look on his face suggested that he thought such a process would entail sacrificing one of his limbs.

Leon snorted. "Charlie, it's as big as my finger. What the hell are you so scared of?"

Charlie leveled a glare at him. "Yeah, you just think it's harmless, the it up and bites you and bam, you're dead." He shook his head. "I'm keeping the hell away from that thing."

Leon shook his head, grinning despite himself. "Hey Charlie," he called as the man was about to leave. "Is there any way to make it warmer in here?"

Charlie snorted. "You're cold? Light something on fire. You know I can't adjust the thermostat from down here, and it's warm enough upstairs with all the power tripping going on up there."

"Yeah." Leon turned back to the cage, hearing the door shut behind him. The snake darted back under the sawdust. Without really thinking about it, Leon removed the tightly fitted wire lid from the aquarium. He lowered his hand into the enclosed space. A sinuous head lifted out of the sawdust, tongue flicking, as the slender body curled its way toward his hand. The creature's scales were cool and smooth against his skin as the snake coiled itself in the palm of his hand, fitting nicely. I'll just warm you up a bit, Leon thought. Already he could feel the creature's body warming from the heat of his hand. The snake's tongue tickled lightly against the skin of his palm, and Leon- well aware that anyone, himself included, was entirely within their rights to think he was delusional- imagined the light touch was a serpentine thank you.

-o-o-o-o-

D raised a hand to brush his lips where Leon had kissed him before the detective's hasty departure, repeating the action for what was probably the millionth time that day. T-chan snorted at him, and D leveled a quelling glare at the creature before sighing and sitting himself down on the chaise lounge in the front room of the shop. He leaned back against the chaise, his eyes drifting closed for a moment. He felt terrible, in a way that was entirely nonphysical. And it wasn't because Leon was being difficult, or because Leon's job was in conflict with his own, or anything like that. It was... that Leon was being torn between the two things he held dear in his life- and D dared to presume that he held as much a place in Leon�s life as his job- and there wasn't anything D could do to help him. He opened his eyes, tilting his head to the side so he could look over the shop. His gaze fell briefly on the newspaper lying on the table near him. It was opened to a brief article concerning the mugging that had resulted in the snake's being taken into Leon's precinct.

He sighed again, and was about to rise and shift the newspaper to the pile of them stacked with the cleaning supplies for the bird cages, when the door opened. He looked up, and managed to control the sudden influx of surprise and pleasure that filled him. "Leon," he said softly instead, standing and looking over at the detective. Leon was still supposed to be working- what was he doing here? "This isn't a... business visit," he asked suddenly, wondering if he should be apprehensive, "is it?"

Before he could worry about it too much, Leon shook his head. He came forward, swallowing and running his hand through his hair nervously as he approached. "D," he said, pausing as his eyes met the Count's oddly colored gaze, his hand coming up to brush against D's cheek.

D closed his eyes and raised his own hand to lay it against the outside of Leon's, their fingers intertwining gently. "Yes?"

Leon cleared his throat. "I... brought you something," he said finally, and he slipped his hand out of D's grasp to reach inside his coat to an inner pocket. He drew his hand out, his fist half closed around something, and opened his hand to reveal a small snake curled up there, looking as at home as it would have been in a burrow in the sand. It uncurled, raising its head to weave in a small dance before the Count, leaning closer to his face as Leon held it up higher. A smile of pure joy spread over D's face as he raised his hands, cupping them around the small creature. It stretched toward him, twining its slender body around his wrist and in between his fingers.

"Oh... Leon," D breathed. He looked up at Leon. "I... Thank you. Thank you." He shifted the animal to one hand and reached the other one forward to cup it around Leon's cheek, pulling the detective closer and into a kiss. They broke off, Leon smiling, and D brushed the hair back from the detective's face. "Leon," he had to ask, not because he really cared, but because it was important to Leon and that made it important to him, "Why?"

Leon sighed. "I..." He looked at the small snake, curled harmlessly in D's hand. He shook his head. "Because no one else gives a fuck," he answered. He took D's face in both his hands and looked deeply into the other man's eyes. "I was thinking again about what the Chief said to me, before, about why I do this... and I figured it's for the victims. Not the law. Maybe I uphold the law, maybe that's in the job description; but it's always been the people who get fucked that I... I want to help." His hands dropped to his side. "Sometimes I fuck it up, but that's why I put up with the other shit, all the frickin' bureaucracy and the self important bastards. It's for them. To protect them." He held a finger out to the snake and it curled around the appendage. "This guy's one of them tonight."

D nodded. He touched Leon's cheek again and kissed him, deeply, before breaking away to run a finger over the detective's lips. "I must take him home," he said. "Will you come with me?"

"Where's home?"

The snake's tongue flicked, in apparent excitement, and D said, "He is a creature of sun and heat. The desert is where he lives. A protected area would be best... Death Valley."

"Shit D, that's a hell of a drive." He shook his head. "I'm gonna... stay here and wait for you. Alright? I need... I really want to spend some time with Chris."

D nodded, a smile pulling at one side of his mouth. "I shall attempt to hurry."

Leon reached out to brush rough fingers against the snake's smooth scaled back. "Take your time."

D nodded again. He turned to leave, pausing to make a phone call. He'd barely made it out the front door when his ride was already pulling up.

The cab driver smiled at D, his expression bright despite the late hour. "Count! How've you been?"

D smiled back. "I have been fine Jeffrey. How is Annette?"

The cab driver's smile turned silly as an expression of sincere infatuation stole over his face. "Oh you know. She's great! She's out of the difficult stage now, so we're mostly just waiting to see how everything goes. I'm just happy she's not eating my shoes anymore! But she's the sweetest thing I've ever seen, Count. Thank you so much! She's absolutely the perfect companion for a guy like me.�

D's smile gained some real warmth as the man continued to expound on the magnificence of his dog, the topic keeping him occupied for a large chunk of the journey. The night was cool and the road refreshingly empty of other traffic. The snake curled inside the high collar of D's cheongsam, its head peaking out the front.

It was a long drive, but before too long they reached the desert which, upon the rising of the sun, would become one of the hottest places
on the entire continent. Getting out of the cab, D walked a ways off the road before kneeling down and, reaching inside his collar, transferred his burden to its rightful home. The snake paused, turning to brush against D's hand before slipping away over the sand, soon hidden in the wild maze of rocks and scraggly brush. D stayed there for a long moment, feeling the desert moving around him, life never still even now in the darkness. Indeed, the darkness lent the desert a different life than the one that was seen in the daylight hours; different but in no way lesser. The wind was cool, but the sand was still warm, remembering the feel of the sun that would return to caress it in the morning.

D rose and returned to the cab; Jeffrey, looking tired but alert, started the drive back to LA. While conversation was less energetic on this leg of the journey, it seemed more necessary in order for the driver to remain awake.

It was indeed late, or perhaps early if one wanted to
look at it that way, when D said goodbye to Jeffrey in front of the pet shop and
thanked him for the ride.
"It was nothing Count!" Jeffrey protested. "Glad to be able to help, after all you've done for me."

D paused a moment in the doorway and watched Jeffrey drive away. "It was not you I was helping," he said, but Jeffrey was long gone by that point.

Sighing, he slipped inside, headed for his room and the rest that waited for him there. And... Leon waited for him there too, he hoped. He smiled, his hand on the door, as, even through his weariness, an eagerness seized him. An eagerness to see Leon again; to touch him.

He pushed open the door to his room.

-o-o-o-o-

Leon spent some time with Chris before his brother went to bed. He stayed watching the boy sleep for awhile, then, when T-chan growled at him, he finally, after sticking his tongue out at the goat in an impulsive, childish gesture, slipped from the room, retreating to D's.

He passed Pon-chan in the hall. She yawned at him, then went and fell asleep on the back of the chaise in the front room as she waited for her master's return. Leon thought that sounded like a fantastic idea. Moving into D's room- which was actually starting to look like it should be called �D and Leon's room,� with Leon's clothing strewn carelessly around the floor- he took off his shirt and threw it over the back of a chair before taking a seat in the large armchair in the corner of the room. Leaning back against the comfortable surface, Leon was soon asleep.

A slender finger tracing the line of his cheek woke him and he smiled. "D?" Blinking heavy eyelids open, he peered up at the figure leaning over him, making out familiar features in the dim light. He raised a hand and let the back of it brush against D's jaw, following the line of it down to the other man's chin, where his hand turned and his fingers brushed lightly over D's lips. Leon smiled as those lips parted, drawing his finger in between them. He reached up with his other hand and pulled D down on his lap; withdrawing his finger from the other man's mouth, Leon kissed him eagerly.

D returned the kiss, hesitantly at first but with a
growing familiarity. Leon broke off and looked at his partner, wondering at the
hesitation, but he couldn't see D's face very clearly in the dim light. D stood
and pulled Leon toward the bed, leaned down next to it and turned on the lamp
there. He stood back up straight with an enigmatic smile, and Leon examined his
face in the light, a strange suspicion laid to rest as he raised both his hands
and took D's face in between them, tilting it back and looking deep in his eyes.
Leaning forward, he kissed D deeply, once again slightly puzzled by the way that
D responded. But D laid his hands flat against Leon's bare chest and gazed up
into the detective's eyes from behind the half curtain of his hair and Leon's breath caught in his throat.
He kissed D again, his arms coming up around the other man's slender body and holding him close. He bent his head against D's neck, kissing his throat, inhaling the familiar scent of his lover, grinning at the familiar gasp of pleasure. D's fingers curled around Leon's upper arms, his nails digging into the other man's biceps, as he shoved him back against the bed. Leon caught up against the edge of the bed and sat down upon it, pulling D with him as he nuzzled the other man's throat; he released D from his grasp for a moment, so D could undo the catches on his cheongsam, which Leon still hadn't figured out, but D seemed to miss the subtle cue, moving forward to kiss Leon again. Leon frowned slightly. "D," he said, "you know I can't undo those damn hooks. Take off your clothes."

The feeling of oddness flowed back through Leon as D leaned back to look at him. "Ah," he said, and it occurred to Leon that he hadn't spoken since he'd come back. "I suppose that would help the process." He smiled, a sudden, hard expression, and leaned forward to kiss Leon lightly before unhooking the complex clasps of his garment with barely a second thought. His voice was entirely familiar but Leon frowned; there was something... not right about D tonight. He lifted a hand to cup D's chin, forcing the Count to look at him.

Familiar purple and gold eyes gazed back at him questioningly. "D," he asked worriedly, "are you alright? You..." And for some reason he suddenly felt that mentioning the reason for his worry wouldn't be the best course of action. "You haven't said anything about your trip. How was it?"

A flash of incomprehension passed quickly over D's face before he answered smoothly. "I returned the snake to his home in the desert. The process ran smoothly. Were you expecting complications?" He leaned forward, bending over Leon as the detective lay back on the bed and running his fingers through Leon's hair.

Leon shook his head. "What's it like- the desert at night?" He leaned back further, raising a hand to trace the line of D's face with one finger.

"If you wanted to know, you should have come with me." Though it was said with a smile, Leon felt a thrill of warning run down his spine at those words. He slid his hand inside the open neck of D's cheongsam, easily feeling his way over the smooth skin.

He looked up to meet the other man's eyes; everything about this person, this body, was exactly the way it should be. Leon pulled his hand away and asked, his voice calm, "Who the fuck are you?"

Those familiar eyes looked at him from that familiar face, and suddenly an entirely unfamiliar smile stretched across the mouth. The expression was hard and callous; even when he'd talked about his customers who broke their contracts and deserved whatever sad fates they brought on themselves, D's face had never been so unforgiving. "I am D," he replied, suddenly straddling Leon and pinning him to the bed, grabbing his wrists and trapping them easily over Leon's head. Swearing, Leon tried to twist away but found himself unable to break the other man's grip.

"The fuck you are," he spat back, but the resemblance really was amazing, and that stifled his further denials. D grinned, leaning forward to lightly kiss Leon's neck and Leon turned his face away.

"Believe it or not as you desire," he continued, the hypnotic familiarity of his voice unnerving as he caught and held Leon's gaze, "but I am none other than Count D. Though," his eyes narrowed in dark humor as the corner of his mouth pulled into a smile, "it is my father who was bestowed with that rank."

Leon's eyes opened in surprise as several details fell into place. "'Your father'..." He shoved against the smaller man again, trying to break his hold. "You're D's old man," he affirmed, the disquiet that he had been feeling growing in him.

"Old man?" The face that leaned over him smirked. "That has such an odd ring to it." He shifted his grip, twisting Leon's arms underneath the detective's body so that he could hold them both with one hand, leaving the other one free to trace its way down over Leon's bare chest.

Leon shivered. "Get the fuck off me you degenerate pervert," he hissed, twisting wildly in his effort to evade the other man's touch.

D's father laughed coldly. He raised one hand to pull the wig from his head, shaking his long hair free of its restraint so that it fell around him. "I suppose there's no need for pretenses anymore. Now where were we? Ah yes, you call me a degenerate??" His hand returned to Leon's chest and rubbed roughly against the hard nub of one nipple. Leon managed to suppress the gasp of pleasure that tried to escape him as his body responded to the touch. "I rather resent that," D's father continued conversationally as his hand shifted to cup Leon between the legs for a moment before slowly undoing his jeans, pulling the heavy cloth away and running his fingers through the tight curls of the thick hair
there. Leon shivered. What the fuck was going on? He shoved against the longhaired man's hold again, applying all the advantages of his heavier weight and twenty plus years of experience manhandling criminals, but once again achieved exactly nothing. He'd always known D was stronger than he looked; apparently it was a family trait. He moaned as the man touched him and wondered why, when his mind was far too aware of what D's father seemed about to do to him, did his body seem to want it so badly?

"From my point of view," D's father continued easily, not even pausing as he flipped Leon over, so that he was facedown on the bed, "it is you who are the degenerate. Do you have any idea what you've ruined with your presence here?" He leaned over Leon, bending down so that his mouth was near the detective's ear; long fingers wrapped around Leon's biceps pinned his arms as long hair trailed over his back. "I don't suppose you could." D's father paused a moment, then leaned even closer and traced the curve of Leon's ear with his tongue. "You," he whispered, Leon shivering as the soft breath of the word ghosted over his cheek. "You did something to him." Long fingernails scratched deep lines over his shoulder and Leon hissed in pain. "You... perverted him." Leon could hear the sneer in the man�s voice. "He doubts our cause; he cares about you humans." D's father shook his head in puzzlement, the motion causing the long strands of his hair to ripple across Leon's back, cool against the heated skin. Leon could identify with his attacker's incomprehension; Leon hadn't the least idea what he was going on about.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" he demanded, trying to pull his arms out of D's father's grip, but he felt hard fingers close tightly on his wrists and wrench his arms behind his back, twisted up against his shoulders painfully and held tightly with a single hand.

"So modest." A hand was suddenly in his hair, twisting his head around so that he faced his attacker and Leon flinched at the hatred he saw on that face. "You are supremely annoying, my dear detective," D's father hissed quietly, his expression changing again to one of confusion. "Why?" he murmured. As he continued his voice grew stronger, as if affirming why he had come to this place. "Why is he so... intrigued? I can't help but wonder- what is the fascination?" He kissed Leon's shoulder softly.

Leon tried to pull away, but he moaned, and he could feel his body becoming even more aroused as he was surrounded by the scent and the feel of D. He shuddered; Fuck, he thought, panicked, it's not D, but he couldn't seem to convince himself of that as a familiar voice moaned in his ear and the feel of familiar fingers was on his skin.

He could barely move, his arms secured tightly behind his back and his legs trapped beneath the weight of the other man's body, and Leon shivered with repressed desire as he felt those familiar fingers easing his jeans down his legs. He felt cool air against the skin of his ass, and then long fingers stroking across that flesh, followed by cool lips and wet tongue tracing a line down the hollow of his spine to the opening just below that. He moaned, feeling his cock hardening underneath him; he thrust down against the firmness of the bed, delighting in the friction against his oversensitive flesh. His legs spread, instinctively, and he arched up closer to the erotic touch above him as he turned his face against the bed, refusing to look at what he was doing.

The familiar voice above him chuckled, and a firm pressure shoved his legs back together while the hold on his arms tightened. He felt dimly D's father straddling him, and he felt long fingers on his ass, guiding a length of hardened flesh into his opening.
Leon shuddered, gave one last weak attempt at breaking away, and suddenly D's father was inside of him, shivering with anticipation and moaning softly as he moved against Leon, delighting in the pleasure his movements brought him.

Pain filled Leon's perception at first. "Fuck!" he screamed wildly, except that the force of his attacker's entry had driven the breath from him and he could only form the word with his lips. For a moment, it felt like he couldn't breathe at all, then, suddenly, pleasure threaded through the pain, and he groaned, the combined onslaught overwhelming him. D's father thrust deeply inside of him, his each movement eliciting another wave of mingled pain and ecstasy; unexpectedly he brushed against that sweet spot, and Leon trembled all over as bliss exploded inside of him. His eyes were shut tightly, his face buried in the bedcovers, and he moaned, "D!"
He felt the body above his shiver and moan in response.

Long fingers stroked their way heavily through Leon's hair; he felt lips kissing his shoulder and the back of his neck as long hair tickled against the bare skin of his back and fell around his face. He realized suddenly that his hands were free, and he reached up to pull the other man closer to him, claiming his mouth in a fierce kiss.

The fingers in his hair tightened, and D's father pulled Leon's head to the side so that he could kiss his way down the other man's exposed throat. Leon moaned, shifting his arms to prop his body up as he tried to reach under himself and attend to his desperately aching cock. His legs spread slightly again as his balance shifted; as Leon reached for his cock he felt the long fingers of the man behind him brush his away and wrap themselves
tightly around that aching flesh. Leon shuddered, a deep, hissing moan pulling from him. "D," he groaned, shivering as he leaned back against the body behind him. D wrapped
an arm around Leon's shoulders pulling him closer as he pressed lips to that shoulder. Long hair
flickered against Leon�s skin, but this was a small detail, and his brain didn't want to isolate that one detail and examine it... not when all of his other senses were telling him the same thing. "D," he moaned again, his hands reaching behind him to trace the line of familiar thighs as he turned his head and sought out familiar lips. He felt D's body shiver, and when Leon broke the kiss D moaned, leaning against Leon's body, still for a moment.

But neither of them could remain still. With a shuddered moan, Leon thrust against the hand that held him. He felt
the tight grip tighten further, and he thrust against it even more eagerly, feeling something building in him, burning in him...

Leon fell forward on his hands and knees, an almost continuous shudder wracking his body. His eyes were closed and he called out in his mind D, but he felt long hair trailing over his back as the man behind him moved against him, and this was the thought in his mind as he came, his warm essence spilling over familiar fingers that were not familiar. And Leon's eyes opened and he looked up, right at the doorway, noticing that at some point the door had opened, and now D stood there.

The utter shock on his face seemed to say he hadn't been standing there long. Leon blinked, wishing the sight away, and shuddered in revulsion as he felt long hair moving
across his skin and long nails digging into his shoulders as, with one final thrust, D's father came inside of him.

He sighed, a deep contented sound, and looked over at his son. Slowly, he pulled out of Leon, the detective swallowing the bile that rose suddenly in his throat as he flinched away from the other man. "Well," D�s father said, sliding from the bed and stretching languorously for a moment before flicking his hair over his shoulder and getting dressed in a swift, businesslike fashion. "That was entertaining. Though," he raised one eyebrow at D, "I must say I cannot see what the attraction is." He didn't even glance at Leon as he moved toward where his son stood in the doorway; grabbing him by the chin he forced D to meet his gaze. "I trust you learned your lesson this time," he said softly.

D stared at him, horror and shock not allowing him to comprehend what his father was saying at first. His expression cleared; rage filled him as he ruthlessly broke his father's grip on his chin, but as he raised his hand to strike the other man, he hesitated. His father smiled knowingly as D stood there, shaking with impotent fury, unable to strike him. Without saying anything else, his father slipped from the room.

D stared after him briefly, but abruptly he whirled around. "Leon," he whispered desperately. He moved to the bed, where Leon was curled up, shivering. "Leon," D said again, reaching out to touch him lightly on the shoulder. Leon flinched; D withdrew his hand, his expression sorrowful but not surprised. "Leon," he said again, grief in his voice.

"Get away from me," Leon whispered. D flinched, but retreated. Leon pushed himself up from the bed and pulled his pants back on. Moving blindly, like a man in a dream, or a nightmare, he walked to the door and left.

D stared after him. Slowly, his legs collapsed underneath him, and he sank to the floor staring at the empty doorway. Pon-chan crept out of the shadows and sat beside him, but she knew there was nothing she could say, so she remained silent as her god grieved.

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Pet Catalog (& notes):
- Sonora Ground Snake- A small desert snake that comes in a variety of colors and patterns. While considered "rare," the Ground Snake is not endangered and can be found in several different desert regions of North America, one of them being Death Valley. Ground Snakes eat insects and other invertebrates, and while it is believed that they are mildly venomous they are not a danger to humans.
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  : It�s about a 5 hour drive from LA to Death Valley. (according to Mapquest� I�ve never been to California.) Death Valley can reach temperatures of 134 degrees Fahrenheit and is also the location of the lowest elevation in the United States, Badwater, 282 feet below sea level. Death Valley covers about 1.3 million acres and is the largest national park in the contiguous US.
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