The Face in the Mirror
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+M to R › Pet Shop of Horrors
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,771
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own Pet Shop of Horrors and I'm not making any money here either.
The Face in the Mirror
The Face in the Mirror
Flora Winters
I do not own Pet Shop of Horrors, and I’m not making any money here either.
Summary: Count D finds that he has competition for Leon’s affections. Just who is this boy trying to get at his dear detective? This story will contain boy love, strong language, and violence.
Prologue
Leon’s muscular golden flesh was drenched with glistening sweat. He moaned in his sleep, gripping the cotton sheets tightly with his large hands. His aching root was enveloped in a velvety soft heat that was so tight it caused his feet to squirm out from under the covers. His mouth gaped open as he grunted deeply, arching his broad back off the mattress, filling his boxers with a creamy warmth.
He slowly opened his dazed blue eyes, blinking them several times, and groaned in agitation. This had been the third wet dream in seven days. What the fuck was going on? This was also the third pair of boxers to be filled with a pearly mess, too. It was really starting to piss him off. He had not had wet dreams since he was 16. He ran his trembling fingers through his wild blond mane, noticing how sweaty he was. The sheets were sticking to him. He so needed a shower.
He threw off the covers, sat up, got to his large feet, and stomped like Godzilla to the bathroom. His heavy footsteps rattled his whole apartment. That was just how pissed off and agitated he was.
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Two molten mismatched eyes fluttered open like the beautiful wings of a golden and amethyst butterfly. Garnet red lips smirked as delicate nostrils sniffed the sweet smelling incense which was perpetually slithering through the air like winged serpents.
“Soon,” the honey sweet voice giggled as the fairest of them all gazed into a rose-red glass mirror held in an elaborate frame carved from cherry wood. “You will see what is right in front of your face, my dear detective.”
Thunder echoed and silk woven by a thousand-thousand moon spiders whispered across snowy white flesh, hissing with seductive promises. Hair the color of the darkest night sky shimmered almost blue in the pale light from the enchanted crimson candles.
“I desire him and only him,” the deity chanted into the glossy reflective surface. “I will possess him…flesh, blood, bone, heart, mind, and soul.”
Delighted laughter echoed all around. “Mirror, mirror, on the wall,” he said, gazing upon his immortal face. “Who is the fairest of them all?”
The rosy red surface fogged over with a shimmering sparkle. “You are. You are the fairest of them all.”
He laughed out loud in pleasure, dancing around in graceful circles before his stunning image. He had fallen for the handsome detective from the moment his deep voice had said, “You’re under an arrest, Count.”
Oh, he couldn’t wait to sink his talons into that golden flesh, making the man of the law scream his name. He wanted to know what the man’s blood tasted like. He poked Q-Chan and giggled.
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Leon stomped out of the steamed up bathroom with a large black towel wrapped around his narrow waist and decided to pay a visit to his favorite little Pet Shop of Horrors. He was in the mood for some of the sexy Count’s yummy tea, but he would never tell D he enjoyed it. Oh, no! He would never do that, not even in a trillion years.
He dropped his towel at his feet and began to put on clean clothes. Now, where the hell did he put that damn shirt? It was the only clean one left in the whole place. He really needed to do some laundry. He looked at the dirty clothes scattered all over the damn place. Hell, he needed to get a washer and dryer. Going to the Laundromat was such a bitch. He made a note to get a roll of quarters. He was going to need them. That was for damn sure.
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Silver dragon bells jingled and expensive silk hissed like a nest of snakes. “Good morning,” a kind voice said, changing suddenly like spring into a frigid ass cold winter. “Oh, it’s you again.”
“Nice to see you as well, D,” Leon grumbled, hunched over, hands in his pockets.
“Are you here to accuse me of somebody else’s unfortunate demise?” The Count asked. His eyes were so smoky and lovely. His was so beautifully spooky. “Or, are you just here to lounge about and eat my food?”
“Both,” Leon smiled, dropping down on the ornate sofa with lazy ease, ignoring the annoyed growl of the stupid goat monster. “A Mr. Hollow was found dead in his apartment early this morning, D. He was a frequent customer of yours, too.”
Those haunting eyes didn’t even blink. They were always so cool, calm, and collected. Well, they were always like that unless the beautiful murderer was beating him senseless with a rolled up newspaper.
“I wonder,” Leon said, leaning back, grinning up at him with straight white teeth. “Why is it that all my murder victims are clients of yours? This is the seventh one, D. All of his blood had been found in the bathtub.”
The Count seemed to float before him and held out his thin wrists. “Arrest me.”
Leon smirked. “Is that a confession?”
D rolled his startling eyes, sighing deeply. “I’ll get the tea and then you can tell me all about it.”
Leon watched him turn on his delicate heels. Was the man always wearing silk slippers? He was so damn illusive. “What?” He asked the perpetually pissed off goat demon thingy. Those razor sharp teeth snapped at him and he frowned. “What the fuck did I ever do to you, fuzzy ass?”
“Hmm,” D said, appearing like the pissed mist in a werewolf movie, setting the silver tea tray down on the wooden table. The china was made of fine porcelain. “I wonder.”
“I’ve not done a damn thing to this fur coat!” Leon snapped, pointing, and pulled his lucky finger back just in time to save it from angry jaws. He glared daggers at the damn thing. It looked as though it were smiling at him with those damn fangs. Oh, he would love to shoot it right between the eyes. That would teach it a thing or five.
D handed him a colorful teacup with a violet dragon and pink cherry blossoms designed on it. He had to admit it was a very pretty piece of china. He also had to admit that the whole set probably cost more than what he made in a year.
Another silver jingle came at the door and he turned his blond head to look. There was a young man who looked to be sixteen standing there in a pair of faded jeans and a light blue t-shirt. Leon would have whistled had the teen not been jailbait.
“Excuse me, Mr. Detective,” D said with a polite and very graceful bow. “But I have a customer. Please, enjoy the tea and sweets.”
“YOU!” The stunning youth roared at the top of his lungs, pointing right at Leon, causing the Count to freeze in stunned shock at such volume. “YOU’VE GOT SOME ‘SPLAINING TO DO!”
The teen stormed right by a shocked Count and Leon almost went for his gun in defense. Was the kid out of his fucking mind? You don’t just come waltzing into Count D’s pet shop, yelling like a maniac. Freaky shit might happen. Wow, the kid was hot. He had the greenest eyes he had ever seen before. They looked like a cats. Hell, they even looked gold in the right light.
“GOTCHA!” The gorgeous teen snapped, holding up T-Chan by his furry neck. “I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING, WONGY!”
“Wongy?” Leon and D both gasped at the same time.
The teen turned, holding the trembling T-Chan to his chest like a fanged teddy-bear. “My name is Jordan Potter and I want my Totetsu back.”
Leon was stunned. The damn goat looked scared to death of the kid. It wad comical. Wait? Did he call it Wong? Wasn’t that the name of a guy that had tried to cut up the Count to eat?
Leon and the Count looked at each other. He was full of sudden questions and D looked like his tongue was tied. Well, that was a first.
“Wow,” the extremely handsome teen smiled with crest white teeth, standing right in front of Leon. “You’re…hawt. Is your cock as loaded as your gun, officer?”
Leon gawked at the slightly shorter guy and D looked as if his magic mirror had just said something most unpleasant. Poor T-Chan was shaking up a storm. He looked scared to death.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.
Flora Winters
I do not own Pet Shop of Horrors, and I’m not making any money here either.
Summary: Count D finds that he has competition for Leon’s affections. Just who is this boy trying to get at his dear detective? This story will contain boy love, strong language, and violence.
Prologue
Leon’s muscular golden flesh was drenched with glistening sweat. He moaned in his sleep, gripping the cotton sheets tightly with his large hands. His aching root was enveloped in a velvety soft heat that was so tight it caused his feet to squirm out from under the covers. His mouth gaped open as he grunted deeply, arching his broad back off the mattress, filling his boxers with a creamy warmth.
He slowly opened his dazed blue eyes, blinking them several times, and groaned in agitation. This had been the third wet dream in seven days. What the fuck was going on? This was also the third pair of boxers to be filled with a pearly mess, too. It was really starting to piss him off. He had not had wet dreams since he was 16. He ran his trembling fingers through his wild blond mane, noticing how sweaty he was. The sheets were sticking to him. He so needed a shower.
He threw off the covers, sat up, got to his large feet, and stomped like Godzilla to the bathroom. His heavy footsteps rattled his whole apartment. That was just how pissed off and agitated he was.
0000000000000000000000000000000000000000
Two molten mismatched eyes fluttered open like the beautiful wings of a golden and amethyst butterfly. Garnet red lips smirked as delicate nostrils sniffed the sweet smelling incense which was perpetually slithering through the air like winged serpents.
“Soon,” the honey sweet voice giggled as the fairest of them all gazed into a rose-red glass mirror held in an elaborate frame carved from cherry wood. “You will see what is right in front of your face, my dear detective.”
Thunder echoed and silk woven by a thousand-thousand moon spiders whispered across snowy white flesh, hissing with seductive promises. Hair the color of the darkest night sky shimmered almost blue in the pale light from the enchanted crimson candles.
“I desire him and only him,” the deity chanted into the glossy reflective surface. “I will possess him…flesh, blood, bone, heart, mind, and soul.”
Delighted laughter echoed all around. “Mirror, mirror, on the wall,” he said, gazing upon his immortal face. “Who is the fairest of them all?”
The rosy red surface fogged over with a shimmering sparkle. “You are. You are the fairest of them all.”
He laughed out loud in pleasure, dancing around in graceful circles before his stunning image. He had fallen for the handsome detective from the moment his deep voice had said, “You’re under an arrest, Count.”
Oh, he couldn’t wait to sink his talons into that golden flesh, making the man of the law scream his name. He wanted to know what the man’s blood tasted like. He poked Q-Chan and giggled.
00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
Leon stomped out of the steamed up bathroom with a large black towel wrapped around his narrow waist and decided to pay a visit to his favorite little Pet Shop of Horrors. He was in the mood for some of the sexy Count’s yummy tea, but he would never tell D he enjoyed it. Oh, no! He would never do that, not even in a trillion years.
He dropped his towel at his feet and began to put on clean clothes. Now, where the hell did he put that damn shirt? It was the only clean one left in the whole place. He really needed to do some laundry. He looked at the dirty clothes scattered all over the damn place. Hell, he needed to get a washer and dryer. Going to the Laundromat was such a bitch. He made a note to get a roll of quarters. He was going to need them. That was for damn sure.
00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
Silver dragon bells jingled and expensive silk hissed like a nest of snakes. “Good morning,” a kind voice said, changing suddenly like spring into a frigid ass cold winter. “Oh, it’s you again.”
“Nice to see you as well, D,” Leon grumbled, hunched over, hands in his pockets.
“Are you here to accuse me of somebody else’s unfortunate demise?” The Count asked. His eyes were so smoky and lovely. His was so beautifully spooky. “Or, are you just here to lounge about and eat my food?”
“Both,” Leon smiled, dropping down on the ornate sofa with lazy ease, ignoring the annoyed growl of the stupid goat monster. “A Mr. Hollow was found dead in his apartment early this morning, D. He was a frequent customer of yours, too.”
Those haunting eyes didn’t even blink. They were always so cool, calm, and collected. Well, they were always like that unless the beautiful murderer was beating him senseless with a rolled up newspaper.
“I wonder,” Leon said, leaning back, grinning up at him with straight white teeth. “Why is it that all my murder victims are clients of yours? This is the seventh one, D. All of his blood had been found in the bathtub.”
The Count seemed to float before him and held out his thin wrists. “Arrest me.”
Leon smirked. “Is that a confession?”
D rolled his startling eyes, sighing deeply. “I’ll get the tea and then you can tell me all about it.”
Leon watched him turn on his delicate heels. Was the man always wearing silk slippers? He was so damn illusive. “What?” He asked the perpetually pissed off goat demon thingy. Those razor sharp teeth snapped at him and he frowned. “What the fuck did I ever do to you, fuzzy ass?”
“Hmm,” D said, appearing like the pissed mist in a werewolf movie, setting the silver tea tray down on the wooden table. The china was made of fine porcelain. “I wonder.”
“I’ve not done a damn thing to this fur coat!” Leon snapped, pointing, and pulled his lucky finger back just in time to save it from angry jaws. He glared daggers at the damn thing. It looked as though it were smiling at him with those damn fangs. Oh, he would love to shoot it right between the eyes. That would teach it a thing or five.
D handed him a colorful teacup with a violet dragon and pink cherry blossoms designed on it. He had to admit it was a very pretty piece of china. He also had to admit that the whole set probably cost more than what he made in a year.
Another silver jingle came at the door and he turned his blond head to look. There was a young man who looked to be sixteen standing there in a pair of faded jeans and a light blue t-shirt. Leon would have whistled had the teen not been jailbait.
“Excuse me, Mr. Detective,” D said with a polite and very graceful bow. “But I have a customer. Please, enjoy the tea and sweets.”
“YOU!” The stunning youth roared at the top of his lungs, pointing right at Leon, causing the Count to freeze in stunned shock at such volume. “YOU’VE GOT SOME ‘SPLAINING TO DO!”
The teen stormed right by a shocked Count and Leon almost went for his gun in defense. Was the kid out of his fucking mind? You don’t just come waltzing into Count D’s pet shop, yelling like a maniac. Freaky shit might happen. Wow, the kid was hot. He had the greenest eyes he had ever seen before. They looked like a cats. Hell, they even looked gold in the right light.
“GOTCHA!” The gorgeous teen snapped, holding up T-Chan by his furry neck. “I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING, WONGY!”
“Wongy?” Leon and D both gasped at the same time.
The teen turned, holding the trembling T-Chan to his chest like a fanged teddy-bear. “My name is Jordan Potter and I want my Totetsu back.”
Leon was stunned. The damn goat looked scared to death of the kid. It wad comical. Wait? Did he call it Wong? Wasn’t that the name of a guy that had tried to cut up the Count to eat?
Leon and the Count looked at each other. He was full of sudden questions and D looked like his tongue was tied. Well, that was a first.
“Wow,” the extremely handsome teen smiled with crest white teeth, standing right in front of Leon. “You’re…hawt. Is your cock as loaded as your gun, officer?”
Leon gawked at the slightly shorter guy and D looked as if his magic mirror had just said something most unpleasant. Poor T-Chan was shaking up a storm. He looked scared to death.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.