Revenge Exchange

A/N: Hi! Here it is…the last chapter. Thanks so much for the reviews, and for keeping up with reading!

Warnings:

FL--Foul Language
Y--Yaoi
L--Lemon

Chapter 8: Body and Soul

“You moved like honey in my dream last night…”
--Fiona Apple, “Slow Like Honey”

Leon looked up at his apartment building. It was so strange, being back here. He’d spent close to two months at D’s pet shop, recovering. Now having gone to the hospital for his final checkup with Dr. Morrison, his orthopedist, he was free to go home. For a long moment, he just looked at the windows as they winked in the afternoon light. Hefting his suitcase in one hand, he withdrew his keys from the pocket of his worn jeans. Walking with no indication of a limp—thanks to Verne, the world’s best physical therapist—Leon entered the front door. Mr. Hong stood in the lobby, talking to Mrs. Sybil O’Leary, an eighty-five-year-old woman that thought Leon was her grandson.

“Ah, Mr. Orcot!” Hong greeted enthusiastically, “I see you are fully recovered. D did not fuss over you too much, did he?” There was a knowing glint in the older man’s eyes that caused a pink tinge to come over Leon’s cheeks, and he tried not to stammer when he answered.

“Well…not especially, Mr. Hong. How are you today, Mrs. O’Leary?” The lady’s still-keen blue eyes brightened when she was addressed, and said that she was fine, and that he should call her ‘Granny’, the silly boy that he was. “Glad you’re doing well, Mrs. O’Leary. I’ll be heading up, then. Thank you for all your help, Mr. Hong. I really appreciate it.” The older man waved off his thanks, saying that he was glad to be of service, and that the next time D came over, he needed to pop by and have tea. Leon gave a small laugh and parted with a little wave, heading toward the elevator.

The ride up was short, and the little metal box didn’t shake quite so much as he remembered. Apparently, it had been repaired. Turning left out of the elevator, Leon went four doors down, and turned to put his key in the lock. The door swung open at the small pressure, and he immediately tensed. Licking his lips, Leon set down the case and slowly opened the door, wary of what might lie within. For the second time in ten minutes, he stood staring.

Half in, and half out of his apartment, Leon froze. The lights were off, replaced by what had to be at least a hundred candles littering the dining table and any other flat surface large enough to hold them. Standing next to the couch was D. He was wearing red again, and as Leon took in the sight of him, the Chinese man fidgeted, red-lacquered fingernails brushing over the fine silk of the long dress-like garment he wore. “Welcome home, Leon,” D said, beckoning him forward in spite of obvious nervousness.

Grabbing his suitcase, he did enter, and shut the door behind him, only to drop the case and move quickly toward the breathtaking image D presented. His skin glowed in the light from the candles, making him appear to be more than human. Leon nearly laughed. He was sure—and had been for some time—that D was certainly not human. No one could be so perfect. The real bitch of it was…he didn’t really care. Hell, I’ve seen a lot of weird shit in the past couple of months. I don’t know that D being an alien from another planet would faze me.

He reached the couch, and stepped close to D. “Hey, beautiful.” D blushed slightly, looking away.

“I…” D began, but stopped after a moment when he seemed to need to clear his throat, “I brought dinner.” Leon watched as the pale man moved distractedly to the kitchen. Following, he wondered what could be bothering D. “Tot-chan sends his regards…” D pulled the foil off of a large disposable pan, revealing vegetarian lasagna, “…and has asked me to tell you that he will be taking care of Christopher this evening.” The blush that was already on D’s face began to grow, and he said haltingly, “So…we…we have this place to ourselves…”

Leon could not help but smile widely. Holding out his hand to the other man, he said, “Come here, D.” The fluorescent lights did no justice to the expression in D’s eyes just then, as they relaxed into something that was indescribably beautiful. When he had the slightly shorter man in his arms he said quietly, “Thank you for this,” before he bent to kiss red-painted lips. D made a small sound of protest, and Leon pulled away. “What’s the matter?”

“The food…it’ll get cold.”

He wanted to roll his eyes, but held it back. “It was a thank you, D. I’ll eat, just…in a minute, okay?” D looked embarrassed, but nodded. “Now…I think we were right about here…” Pressing his lips firmly against D’s, Leon kept the kiss simple, not wanting to let it get too far. As his former host had explained some time ago, it would be rude not to eat Tot-chan’s food, and he really didn’t want the goat-thing to bite him again. Feeling long fingernails threading through the short hair at the back of his head, Leon sighed. If that didn’t feel so good, he would have been angry with D for cutting his hair. But as it was, he was not going to complain. Reluctantly, he separated himself from D. “Okay. Now let’s eat, and then we can laze about on the couch.”

Leon put two servings of the lasagna onto plates, while D brewed the tea and brought the sugar container over to the stove. He watched D fumble with the stove for a moment before he helped him, using it as an excuse for physical contact. Leon’s hand covered D’s, turning until the knob until the burner lit with a pop. He could feel body heat coming through thick silk, radiating into his chest, and he inhaled the clean scent of D’s hair, letting it brush over his cheek as his arms wound around the man’s torso from behind.

He knew what D had meant this night to be, and he did not object, really. It was just still strange for him to think of going quite so far. It felt good to hold him, though, and he couldn’t get enough of the way they seemed to fit together like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. “Leon, the tea…” the weak protest came, and he released the other man, allowing him to complete the task he’d begun.

Ten minutes later found them seated at the bar, savoring the food that Tot-chan had made. D picked at his food, but did eat most of it, for which Leon was grateful. He never saw him each much other than sweets. Before he knew what he was doing, he himself had devoured the large chunk of lasagna on his plate. D cleared away the plates, rinsing them and putting them into the dishwasher, along with the rest of the dishes.

They retired to the living room, where the candles were burning down, a few having burned themselves out. Leon pulled D onto the couch, leaning his back against one of the arms, with the other man propped against his chest. He then wrapped his arms around D, holding him snugly. It was long before either of them spoke. During that long silence, Leon amused himself by comparing the differences in their skin tones, the length of his toes compared to D’s (D’s were longer, and well manicured), and feeling the texture of the brocade silk under his fingers.

“Leon,” D said hesitantly, “I…I have to tell you something.” The grip he had on D slipped as he sat up straight and turned to face Leon. His face was serious, and it made Leon a little apprehensive.

“Okay,” he said, feeling the silence that followed pressing down on him, the air heavy with omen.

D swallowed audibly. “Do you remember, on the day Christopher was taken…when I asked you what you would do to get him back?” Leon nodded slowly, watching D’s face. It was inscrutable, but for a slight hint of anxiety pinching the corners of his mouth. “You told me you’d do anything. And I made you drink something that caused you to see things you had not in the past…”

“Yes,” Leon replied, a tense knot forming in his stomach. If there was something D was trying to say, he needed to just say it and be done, not build it up until Leon went nuts.

Long fingers fidgeted with red silk, and D looked down at his hands. “It was…I only did it to save Christopher, Leon. There was no way to know that there would be side effects other than the one I intended.” He watched as white teeth took a dark red lip in, worrying at it. What was he trying to say? That his change in eating habits was due to that red stuff he’d had in his tea? Leon opened his mouth to ask the question, but D spoke first. “What I’m trying to say…is that it was my…you drank my blood, Leon.”

His mouth fell open in shock. Of all things, he had not expected D to say that.

But that wasn’t all…no, D continued to speak, his words coming in a rush while his face became more miserable with each phrase he spoke. “I’m not normal, Leon. I told you that before. You might even say I’m not human. My blood…I only meant for it to make you see, so that when we went with Ten-chan and Cordelia, you could know better what was going on.” To his horror, he watched tears form in D’s eyes. “I never meant for this to happen, Leon, I swear…” Voice cracking, D continued, “It acted like…I guess like gene-splicing…I don’t know that much about it; I’d have to ask my father, but I’m not speaking to him right now—“

D was babbling now, but Leon had gotten the high points of what he was trying to say. He’d ingested D’s blood. D wasn’t human. D’s blood had done something to him, making him physically incapable of eating meat, and causing him to crave sugar. He wondered briefly what else it might have done to him, but he didn’t need to ask. He didn’t want to. Leon put a finger over D’s lips, stopping the incessant stream of words that he’d ceased listening to.

“D,” he said softly, “Shhh.” His finger moved, and leaned forward, kissing D gently. “It’s okay,” he murmured against those exquisite lips, “I said I’d do anything. Whatever it took to get Chris back. And I did.”

D backed away, confusion painting his face. “You…you’re not angry?”

Laughingly, Leon reached out and ran fingers through the hair at the side of D’s face. “No. You know I’d do anything for my brother. I’d take a bullet for him. Hell, I got stabbed for him…that’s close enough.” D didn’t seem to believe how easily he was accepting the fact that he had probably edited his DNA to a point where Leon himself was only now partially human. His attitude wasn’t quite laissez-faire, but what was done was done, and he was pretty sure that no doctor could reverse it. So, why get all stressed out? He felt perfectly healthy, and unless there was some indication that he was not, then he just wouldn’t worry about it.

“So…” D said cautiously, “…you’re okay with this? With the sugar, the not eating meat, the strange hormonal surges—“

“Wait…” Leon interrupted, “What hormonal surges?”

D smirked, “You mean you didn’t notice how you tried to attack me every time I brought your lunch for the last week and a half?” Leon’s eyes widened, and then his face turned red, remembering. Attack was not quite the word Leon would have used…but it was relatively accurate. For the past two weeks, it had been nearly unbearable to be in the other man’s presence while the sun was up. It was strange, but lunchtime those first few days found him grinding his teeth and gripping his fork far too hard, just to keep from reaching out and grabbing D. After that, he couldn’t hold out. Leon had not been able to let D leave his room without kissing him thoroughly. A small laugh escaped D’s mouth, the sound tinkling through the room as two more candles went out. “My dear detective, I thought you were a bit more aware of your body’s workings…”

“Bite me, D,” he grumped, glancing sullenly at the Chinese man, who was still smirking.

And then D was leaning forward, licking at his lips, and saying in a seductive tone, “I don’t eat meat, Leon.” The tiniest nip came at his lower lip, “But I can make an exception for you, if you really want me to bite you.” He could hear the smile in D’s voice, “Tot-chan says it is really quite useful in…these situations.” Leon was simply too shocked by the image that rose in his mind to respond, not to mention the fact that a significant amount of the blood that should be supplying his brain with oxygen had begun migrating to southern regions.

He could do nothing but make a soft whimper when D’s lips trailed over the skin of his cheek to his jaw, where they planted a few light kisses, which grew to become open-mouthed abuse of his neck. Then he felt sharp pain just at the place where his neck joined his shoulder, and let out a gasp, unsure of whether he minded the way it hurt, but didn’t. “Leon,” he heard D murmur against the skin of his neck, “the couch is small.”

D’s tongue wound its way over his throat, and Leon’s head fell back, baring more skin for those torturous lips to taste. He threaded his fingers into shining black hair, groaning, “My bed is bigger,” and gasping when D’s teeth grazed over a very sensitive bit of flesh just above his collarbone.

“Mmm…” the pale man agreed, “…let us migrate to your bedroom, then.” He didn’t particularly want to move at the moment, but as he saw it, there was little choice. They wouldn’t be comfortable staying there on the couch.

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D pulled away from Leon’s neck, dropping one more kiss onto that very receptive area just over his collarbone. The sounds the detective made were positively delectable, and it was with effort that he rose from the couch. He quite looked forward to hearing more such noises, and from the glazed quality of Leon’s expression, the man enjoyed making them. Leon got up from the cushions as well, following dazedly as D made his way to the back hallway.

There were fewer candles here, but they had not yet been lit. D paused to do this, taking his time. After a moment, he felt Leon’s breath on his neck. “D,” the larger man’s voice was thick, clouded with desire, “you wouldn’t be stalling now, would you?” A tiny smile quirked at the edge of his shapely lips as strong arms wrapped around him; Leon’s lips grazing his cheek now.

“I would never do something so cruel, Leon.” Setting down the box of matches once all of the candles were lit on the bureau, D turned in the detective’s arms, winding his own around Leon’s neck. “I was merely trying to set the mood.”

The look Leon gave him was not a little wry before attempting to kiss him breathless. D’s back pressed painfully into the pulls of the bureau, and he winced, but did not voice this discomfort. Leon was now fumbling with the clasps that held closed his cheongsam. After nearly a full minute of large hands being unsuccessful, the blonde man pulled away, growling in frustration. “If you don’t want me to rip your dress, D, you might want to undo those things. ‘Cause I’ve about had it with them.”

D sniggered, slapping Leon’s hands away and stepping a couple of paces away, deftly opening each tiny frog. “Thank you for not ripping my clothes,” D said smoothly, shrugging out of the red silk that he’d had made especially because he knew Leon liked it when he wore the color. The nearly transparent layer of silk that lay beneath was black, and held closed by no fewer than twenty small buttons that had his would-be lover groaning in dismay. Holding back his laughter this time, D popped open each button slowly, pulling open the sheath of fine silk as he did.

When his undershirt joined his cheongsam on the floor, D crooked a finger at Leon. “Turnabout is fair play, detective,” An adorable look of hopeless desire ignited in blue eyes, and D watched Leon approach before he grasped the bottom of the black t-shirt the man wore, “and you are wearing far too many clothes.” The cotton was yanked out of Leon’s pants and over his head before the detective could make any move to help, leaving him blinking in surprise.

He began work on the belt that needlessly held up those old blue jeans, and he heard Leon’s sarcastic voice, “Have you been having hormonal surges, D?”

The shopkeeper smirked, and turned his eyes to look up at Leon. “I have had them since I was fifteen, detective. But I am more accustomed to how they should be dealt with. Have you never wondered why my shop is closed and locked between the hours of noon and one?” Leon’s eyes widened at the suggestion that in addition to taking lunch, D used that time to ‘deal with’ the hormonal spikes that occurred daily. His hands ran over Leon’s chest, enjoying the way those blue eyes tried to flutter shut. “But I have been in utter torment for the past two months, since you were at the shop.”

“You mean all that time—“ D nodded, forestalling the obvious question. “Well, I’ll be damned. What about before that?”

Now, D was growing weary of so much talk. The detective need not know how he had very nearly taken advantage of him on several occasions, and how the revelation of their mutual attraction had only made things worse. “Leon,” he said testily, “Never mind that. Let us focus upon the current situation. I believe that I was about to get rid of these wretched pants before you interrupted me.” The detective nodded dumbly, apparently unwilling to annoy D any further. A smile stretched at his lips as his fingers worked at the button and zipper, then let the heavy denim drop to the floor.

Leon was wearing those clingy boxer-briefs, and they were oddly similar in color to his eyes. The blue cotton cloth was stretched to its limit by the sizable erection straining to be freed. Taking pity on the poor man, D ran a teasing finger over the clothed hardness, drawing forth a hiss, and he watched Leon’s eyes slide shut as a visible shiver ran through his body. “Do I have your undivided attention, Detective?” A moment later, when Leon opened his eyes, D found that he wanted to back away from him.

He had never seen such an intense shade of blue, and now that Leon was staring at him with a predatory gleam in his pale eyes, D could not swallow hard enough to get moisture back into his throat. One calloused finger hooked into the waist of D’s silken pants, and pulled. Leon was backing toward the bed, never taking his eyes from D’s surprised face, and he was smirking. Oh, D wondered, what have I gone and gotten myself into?

As they neared the bed, the grip on his pants changed, and Leon took hold of the tie that held the material closed over his hips. “You have my attention,” came the growling reply, “all of it…” Hypnotic eyes rendered him speechless, motionless, and nearly incapable of breathing as they grew larger, Leon’s face lowering to capture his mouth roughly, his hands pulling at the knot on D’s pants only a little before it opened. Was it even possible for a heart to beat as fast as D’s now did? It felt as if it were merely vibrating, like it would start to hum if it thrummed any faster.

A highly undignified sound escaped his throat when the tongue invading his mouth dragged over the soft palate on the roof of his mouth, only for the sound to be muffled by Leon’s mouth, when the detective let his pants slide to the floor, baring him to the relative chill of the room. D shivered, not entirely from the cold, since the detective’s mouth had left his, journeying over the line of his jaw to graze teeth over sensitive skin just below his ear. “Leon…” he breathed, barely audible, and buried his hands in blonde hair. It felt so good, and he was not sure, but he thought his heart might just stop.

Slowly, torturously, D the felt hot wetness of Leon’s tongue slither down his neck, accompanied by the occasional application of teeth. Each time Leon nipped at his flesh, he let go a small gasp. It did not take long before his knees began to weaken under such treatment, and he clung to the other man’s broad shoulders for support. When that malevolent mouth reached his chest, and licked a broad path over his breastbone, D’s legs gave out entirely. He braced himself for the fall, but it never came.

Leon held him in his arms, his legs thrown over one arm, while the other cradled his back. Gently, he set D down on the bed, smiling wickedly. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” said the smirking blonde, “but I don’t want you fainting on me. We haven’t even gotten started.” D was about to deliver a cutting reply—something to the effect of how Leon should not be so full of himself—but he had just noticed that the blue underwear the other man had been wearing were nowhere to be found. Apparently, the policeman was good at multi-tasking.

Once again, D’s mouth went dry. He had, in past weeks, dreamt of (and once felt in a darkened bathroom) what he now saw, but the reality was something entirely different. A flush instantly sprang up on his cheeks from the mere thought of what something that large would do to him. When he was able to tear his eyes away from Leon’s manhood, he looked into the other man’s face, trying to seem a bit calmer than he was. He found pale blue eyes drifting, taking in his own body, and in them was an expression of utter reverence. One large hand reached out, a finger tracing down D’s chest to outline shallow indentions of abdominal muscles, glide over his navel, and tickle at his hipbone.

Leon slid onto the bed beside him, lying on his side. His hands played lazily over D’s skin, drawing pleasured sounds from full lips and determinedly ignoring the areas that needed attention the most. This treatment was driving D to distraction, and he began voicing this frustration with whimpers and little almost-squealing noises when Leon’s hand skirted close to (but cruelly did not touch) his painfully erect member. In a low, dark tone, Leon said near his ear, “I think I finally found something to arrest you for, D.”

Through the erogenous haze, D heard this, and his eyes widened in surprise. The fog in his mind cleared, and his head lifted from where it had fallen on the pillow. “What?”

Leon’s eyes twinkled in amusement before they disappeared when he bent to nibble at D’s ear. Hot breath and a wet tongue nearly made him forget the detective’s previous statement, but he heard the explanation. In a heated whisper, Leon said, “I might have to look it up, but there must be some law against anyone being as beautiful as you are right now.” D felt a laugh bubble up in his chest. It soon escaped his mouth, quiet giggles shaking his body until Leon leaned over him, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Is something funny?”

Sobering a little, D craned his neck to place a kiss over the frown. “Would you arrest me, Leon?” He then dragged his nails down the skin of Leon’s chest, and watched the change that came over his face. The muscles at the corners of bruised lips relaxed, and blue eyes drooped close to shutting. “Do you know what I think, Detective?” D allowed his long nails to drift into the wiry hair just above Leon’s erection, eliciting a shameless (and quite erotic) moan from the larger man. “I think that you just want me in handcuffs.”

This was a rather interesting theory, in D’s opinion. Leon Orcot had been attempting to put those handcuffs on him at every turn, coming up with bogus excuses to arrest him. Though it was mentioned in levity, it could be possible, couldn’t it? And the groan that rumbled from Leon’s chest at the very mention of D being restrained seemed to lend the idea credence. Or, it at least told him that such was one of the detective’s less than standard fantasies.

The question that rose now in D’s mind was: how often had Leon thought of it? How many times had he imagined metallic restrains cinched around slender wrists, the metal clinking rhythmically against the iron headboard of his bed as he took advantage of D’s subdued state in every way possible? As D ran a teasing finger over the detective’s very impressive erection, he admitted to himself that he would not be completely averse to that very thing, so long as Leon let him out of the cuffs as soon as they were through.

“Would you like that, Detective?” D watched, amused, as Leon’s eyes flew open to study his face, trying to figure out if he was serious, or putting him on. He simply held up both hands, saying, “Not too tight, Leon.”

Blue eyes blinked at him in disbelief. “You’re not serious.” One of D’s dark brows rose in a sarcastic gesture. “Okay, so maybe you are. Are you sure you want to do that?” Leon asked, still reluctant to believe that D would be willing to be restrained. “I mean, you wouldn’t be able to move, and—“

D interrupted him, smirking, “If I really wanted to get out of a pair of handcuffs, Detective, I would find a way. I could always pick the lock. Or I could make you do it.” He had little doubt that he would fail to cause Leon to open the restraints if he truly wanted out of them enough. “Stop making excuses for why you should not do it, Leon. I’ve already said that it’s fine. Now, where do you keep the beastly things?”

To his surprise, Leon merely reached across his body and opened the drawer of the night table. At a questioning look from D, he laughed nervously, attempting an explanation. “Spares?” D smirked, not buying that excuse for a moment. In the blink of an eye, Leon had expertly tightened the handcuffs around D’s wrists loosely enough to allow for movement. His arms were then lifted, and the short chain of the cuffs was attached to a heavy steel carabiner that he had not noticed before, which was situated at the center of the headboard.

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Leon knelt now between D’s spread legs, admiring his handiwork. It was as neat a cuffing as he had ever done, and he was suddenly glad that his last girlfriend (Marcy, a flight attendant) had enjoyed being restrained. She had even purchased the extra handcuffs from a police supply warehouse, as well as the carabiner from the sporting goods store a few blocks away. But he had to admit, D was much more attractive in this position than Marcy had been.

D was candy for the eyes, what with all of that smooth, flawless skin, and long legs. His mouth was sin itself, and his hands left fire in their wake. And that was before he even looked at D’s eyes. Leon wondered suddenly why it had taken so long for him to realize how beautiful D was, but then shoved the thought aside. However long it had been, he knew now, and he wasn’t going to let him go. He had been having far too many of those disturbingly vivid dreams—not a few of which resembled this situation—and he wanted to see if he could make D feel the way he had in those nightly visions.

He looked for one or two more moments, and then leaned down, grasping a piece of the ironwork headboard for balance. “Are you comfy, baby?” The way D looked at him said that comfort was the last of his worries. Leon chuckled slightly before he teased D’s mouth with his tongue. “I want you to be comfortable, D…you’re going to be in this position for a while.” He planned on torturing every moan and sigh he could out of the unusually beautiful creature, and the handcuffs were just there to ensure that he was able to do so.

“I can handle it, Leon. Now, if you please, there are parts of my body that are craving a bit of attention.” D had such a strange way of asking to be touched that Leon nearly laughed. He did not, however, when he glanced down at the way D’s erection was beginning to wane. That needed a remedy, and since there were erogenous zones he had yet to explore, Leon went to work finding them and giving them thorough treatment.

His hand slid over D’s ribs, while his mouth wreaked havoc with the man’s right nipple. He traced over the light brown skin surrounding the sensitive spot, his tongue leaving a wet trail behind it. The groan this produced was lovely, as was the gasp he heard when he took the hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking at it before giving it a small nip. “Ah!” D cried out at the bite, and Leon repeated this action, but now held the small bit of flesh between his teeth as his tongue flicked over it repeatedly.

All the while, his hand had not been idle. D began panting from the way his nipples were being abused, but Leon had other plans to torture ever more sensitive areas. When his hand reached the skin surrounding the base of D’s slender erection, he ran his fingers over it, barely touching the hairless flesh. The pale man’s back arched, and he gave a whimper. “Leon…” the handcuffs rattled on the bed frame as D pulled at them. “…please…”

Letting D’s now-abused left nipple slide from his lips, Leon moved upward, taking the other man’s mouth teasingly in a slow kiss that drove even him insane. Pulling a way momentarily, he asked with undeniably false innocence, “What? Please what?” He barely kept himself from smiling. “How am I supposed to know what to do if you don’t tell me?”

A growl erupted from D’s throat, and he glared at Leon. “You are an absolutely horrible actor, Leon.”

The detective smiled broadly, allowing his fingers to brush the side of D’s erection, bringing a hiss to the other man’s lips. “That may very well be,” he said against D’s mouth, “but I want to be sure you enjoy every moment. Now, tell me, D. What should I do?” His hand strayed lower, fingers gliding over D’s hairless scrotum. This produced a lovely sound, but Leon liked the one that came from those red lips when he wrapped his hand around the man’s erection. Oh, he liked that much better. The moan that escaped D was long, low, and accentuated by the way his back arched, drawing the sound out until it died in whimpers.

Though D said not another word on the subject of what he wanted, it was easy enough for Leon to decipher his body language. When D’s hips moved into his hand, Leon obliged by replacing that movement with a sliding motion of his own hand. D’s head was now resting on one raised arm, panting. His eyes were closed tightly, and he let out a moan when Leon swiped his thumb over the little bit of moisture that dripped from the slit at the tip of his erection. It took all of Leon’s will power to stop looking at the way D’s face was otherwise completely slack in his euphoria.

Sliding down the bed a little, Leon bent low, gently running his fingers over the delicate skin of D’s inner thighs. The muscles beneath his hand trembled, and he squeezed a bit harder with the hand that caressed the hardened flesh. The handcuffs made a violent clanking sound as he bit at the skin near where D’s right leg joined his hip, and he heard a muttered, “Sadist,” from above. He soothed the spot needlessly with his tongue, knowing he had not hurt D at all.

“I’m sorry,” he said, allowing his breath to fan over D’s erection. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He heard a scoff, but it was cut off when his tongue grazed the tip of D’s erection with his next words. “Let me make it up to you.” D gasped, and Leon grinned. “Can I?”

D’s voice cracked as he panted, “Yes…for the love of—agh!” Leon wasted no time. His mouth closed on the reddened skin, suckling gently on the flared tip. The taste of this bit of D was intoxicating…sweet, but a little salty as well. Leon took more of it in, pressing his tongue against the under side and rubbing experimentally. “Oh, my…” D gasped, his eyes flying open in surprise. Leon looked up at him, and saw how the pale man trembled, his mouth working open and shut. Lowering his head and sliding his mouth farther still, he worked to make that look of ecstasy return to those fine features. He sucked a bit harder at the hardened flesh, pulling back until only the very tip remained in his mouth, before taking it all in again. “L…Le—ahhhhhh…Leon…I can’t…I’m…oh please…”

Now, Leon had seen enough porn and had this done to him enough to know that there were two options at this point. He could stop, let D get really pissed at him, and make it up to him, or he could risk allowing the man to climax now, and have him fall asleep. That was a no-brainer. Leon was far too worked up by now, simply watching and listening as he did these things to D, and he was not going to let the guy just fall asleep on him. So, he released the erection from his mouth, squeezing slightly at the base. Not too tightly, but just enough to hurt.

“Leon…” D whined, “…What do you think you are doing?” The unspoken, I was so close! was there in his voice.

Smiling, Leon slid back up D’s body, hissing when he felt his own hardness graze the one he had just released. Kissing the man’s mouth, he said in a seductive tone, “This ain’t the Indie 500, baby. Wait for me, okay?” D just rolled his eyes. “I promise I won’t stop again…not really stop, but I want to make sure you stay with me the whole way.” Deciding that there was a bit of distraction needed to take the man’s mind off of his former disappointment, he settled his hips onto D’s, sliding, and creating friction. His left hand reached into the drawer again, rummaging around until it retrieved a small bottle of lubricant that Marcy had left. As he remembered, it was edible, and strawberry-flavored. Lastly, he found a couple of flat foil packages, which would also come in handy.

These things he shoved under the pillow so that he could easily get to them. Now he could turn his attention once again to D’s pleasured gasps, and that lovely friction that burned between them. The heat in his stomach started to grow, making his arousal distractingly painful, and he was sure that this was not the way he wanted to finish the night. Leon reached up and opened the carabiner, pulling D’s arms free from their elevated position. The shopkeeper instantly used the chain of the cuffs, putting his arms on Leon’s shoulders and pulling with the cuffs to bring their mouths together roughly. Chaotic sensations assaulted Leon’s body as D climbed into his lap, legs wrapping tightly around his hips, moving against him at a fevered pace.

Leon gasped, unable to cope with the wave of pleasure that broke over him. “Mother of God…” He breathed into D’s hair as the pale man continued to writhe against him. Damn it, he did not want it to end so soon! Not like this. With a supreme effort, he found the strength to say in a breathless, pleading voice, “D, baby…stop…oh God…” D was now biting and sucking at his neck, making feral, animalistic sounds, and Leon couldn’t take it anymore. He threw the pale, slender arms off of his neck, ripping those evil lips from his skin, and shoved D face-down into the sheets. Breathing heavily, raggedly, he held the man’s shoulders down when he tried to move. “No,” he commanded, “You aren’t going anywhere.”

D’s purple and gold eyes peered over a pale shoulder at him, and he said, nearly sobbing with frustration, “But you promised…you promised, Leon…you said you would not stop!”

Leon reached under the pillow, retrieving the items he had stashed. “Selective hearing, D. I said I wanted you with me the whole way. If I had let you keep that up, I would have lasted another ten seconds, tops. This way, we’ll both be satisfied, and it won’t be over so quickly. It’ll be okay. I promise.” He then popped open the bottle, squeezing out a liberal amount of the viscous red liquid onto his fingers. “You’ll like it,” Leon said soothingly, smearing the stuff in random spots down D’s spine and into the cleft of his buttocks, where most of it was massaged into the sensitive pink ring of muscles leading to territories still unexplored.

D moaned heavily. “Leon, I swear…if you stop again, I will have to let Tot-chan eat you. I will…” The shopkeeper’s voice trailed off when Leon began licking up the pink smears on his back, sucking at the newly cleaned skin once each patch was gone. “I…I will…” Leon’s tongue entered the top of the crevice between D’s buttocks, and the man’s voice rose half an octave. “I swear…I’ll kill you myself, Leon…do you understand me?”

While D was ranting, Leon had spread D’s legs a bit wider, and pulled at his buttocks, revealing the lubricant-slicked area he had been aiming for. “I understand,” he confirmed, just before letting his tongue flick out to retrieve a dollop of strawberry-flavored lubricant. “And I promise, D. I will not stop until you are completely satisfied.” His tongue swiped over the spot again, drawing a ragged moan from his lover. Continuing this tongue bath, Leon pressed forward, allowing the slick muscle to penetrate into the other man. D cried out, a wordless, keening sound that struck deep into the detective’s arousal, causing his tongue’s movement to become more urgent.

The cries issuing from D’s mouth grew louder as he continued to drive his tongue into the other man, and Leon’s mind became hazy with the need to end this. He pulled away, earning an exceedingly rare curse from D. “Damn you, Leon Orcot! If you even think of stopping—“

“Jesus, D, I’m not stopping. Just switching gears…”

“Ah.” The pale man grunted as Leon applied more lubricant to his fingers. He rolled D onto his back, and moved to a more comfortable position. From this spot, he could tease at D’s erection, but he could also press a finger into his lover, which slid in easily. Working efficiently, the first digit was soon joined by another, and this apparently still caused D no pain. Only when a third finger entered did the man wince. Leon stopped, waiting. D made an annoyed noise after a few seconds, and Leon took this as the ‘stop and die’ sound, so he continued to prepare D, distracting him by running his tongue along the underside of his already over-stimulated erection.

After a few moments, D relaxed, the passage of Leon’s fingers becoming easier, and it seemed as if he was ready. He pulled the fingers slowly from the other man, and quickly broke open one of the foil packets, carefully smoothing the latex sheath onto his erection, and holding back a groan. The hardest part was applying lubricant as well. He had focused so much on D that nothing had been done to ease his own arousal. When he finally pulled one of D’s legs up to hook over his arm, he was more or less ready to burst. “Ready?” He asked.

“Yes, Leon. Please,” D begged, almost in tears. Leon nodded, trying to keep a level head. This proved to be impossible. He pressed himself against that tight, sensitive opening, and D gave a choked sound before urging him on. “Please, please…oh, please…now…I…” Leon watched D’s face contort into a mask of need, any sense of propriety completely absent as he squirmed beneath him. “I need you, Leon…”

Leon nodded again. He needed D, too. More than he could say. He lowered his body slowly, a steady pressure, until he broke through the resisting outer ring. “Oh, God…” he gasped, unable to contain himself. “D…you okay?” The man nodded, not showing any signs of discomfort, if he felt any. Leon pressed forward again, slowly, watching D’s face. All he saw there was unbelievable euphoria, right up until he felt his hips come into contact with skin.

D groaned loudly. His eyes drifted shut, and Leon heard him murmuring in Chinese. Even if he couldn’t understand what was being said, the urgent tone was all he needed. Pulling back, he pushed in again harder than he meant to, and at first, he thought he’d hurt D. Purple and gold eyes burst open, as did D’s mouth, and his face was tense. “D? D, did I hurt you?”

Shaking his head in the negative, D replied breathlessly, “No…I would very much like it if you did that again…” Leon obliged, thrusting hard, at exactly the same spot. D found his voice this time, letting loose a scream that was all the encouragement Leon needed to continue this treatment. After a moment or two, D’s voice—now hoarse from screaming—came again, “Faster, Leon…please…I can feel it…”

Faster he went, and harder when D begged for that, as well. D’s inner muscles tensed, squeezing so hard on Leon that he was sure he would die. With a final cry, D’s release coated the pale man’s stomach, causing internal muscles to spasm and quiver. Leon bit back a cry of his own, feeling his orgasm surging forward and finally ripping him away from all reality, into a world of white, and weightlessness.

When he came to, he was lying on his back, and D was draped over his left side, the coverlet pulled up over them both. They were cleaned of sweat and semen, and the shopkeeper was tracing nonsensical patterns over the skin of his chest with one long, crimson fingernail. Contentment settled over Leon’s mind, his body more than fatigued, and he felt sleep creeping up on him. Then, a thought occurred to him. “D, how did you get out of the handcuffs?” He hadn’t taken the key out.

D’s voice sounded exasperated. “I picked them with a safety pin, Leon. Now go to sleep.”

“Only if you stay with me.” He held D tightly, enjoying the feeling of closeness. D made an affirmative sound, and snuggled closer.

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A/N: Well, it’s over now. I hope you’ve enjoyed the story as much as I have. Hugs, and I’ll see you next story.