[Fic] Pet Shop of Horrors- Real Candy
Title: Real Candy
Author: sailorswift
Fandom: Pet Shop of Horrors
Request: Halloween fun for selena__wolf
Characters: Leon/D
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine =)
Note: Sorry it's so late! =(
Halloween- a festive holiday celebrated once a year by the majority of the human population of Earth. Up until now, the generally acknowledged monster scam that engulfed children had paid Count D no heed. This year, however, it wound its way into Chinatown, San Francisco.
An unimpressed Count found himself in the presence of two blonde children, holding identical, tacky, red buckets. Practiced patience held his features still as he regarded his guests. Good grace kept his tongue from betraying his thoughts on the two beings before him. Toilet paper hung hazardously from the smaller child’s head, revealing laughing eyes the count was tolerant of. The other child however, dressed in a large dark cloak that twisted somewhat sensually round his ankles, wore his usual cocky grin.
“Hey, D!”
“Trick or treat!” Chris pitched in.
Despite the intentions made clear, D stood firmly in the doorway, mentally refusing to allow such behavior into his shop.
A rustle and soft clutch of his leg alerted him to Pon-chan’s appearance. The badger peered out curiously at the two creatures, which she was certain were Chris and his brother.
“C-Chris?” The boy in question smiled at the young girl he perceived. She then blinked as she sensed another delicious scent, one she recognized all too well. “Candy!” Such a discovery had her restrained by the Count, who knew she would be crawling out the door and into the bucket if he didn’t keep a hold on her. Surrendering to the chill and the squirming girl, he invited the brothers in, wondering just how much he’d suffer for it.
Leon immediately relaxed, stretching out over a couch, as his younger brother rushed to the familiar animals littering the floor. He was amused, as always, by how attached the kid was to the beasts. He glanced back at the Count, still standing near the doorway.
“C’mon, D. Relax!” He was shot a look of annoyance coated in dignity as the Count scooted forward, spurred into motion by the man’s words.
Heated laughter caused them both to turn to the younger blonde. Curious animals were clawing at the ‘bandages’ he’d created, ripping the flimsy fabric and scattering squares around the new arrival. Leon snorted as the small, red-haired goat stumbled through the offending material, clearly confused. In response, golden eyes and sharp teeth were bared, before the animal leapt at the detective. Leon growled as he fought to control the attacking animal.
“T-chan, leave the detective alone. Detective, stop antagonizing T-chan.” D’s voice sung through them, effectively ending the fight. A murderous glance was thrown back at Leon as the goat skulked away. Leon shook his head, wondering for the thousandth time why D didn’t get a leash for the animal. Tussle with the beast complete, he turned to his host.
“So, D, trick or treat?” At D’s withering look, he grinned cheekily, adding “I want candy!” After a moment’s piercing stare, D picked up a plate of cake from the nearest coffee table, offering it somewhat hesitantly to the man. Leon’s grin grew wider as he dismissed the Count’s offer. “Nah, D, I want real candy.” D’s eyes flashed as he kept his scowl in check. Real candy? The forgotten buckets contained nothing that could be considered real candy. The gaudy baubles only satisfied for a moment, their sugar rush more of a mind-fix than actual submission. But knowing the detective’s mind meant he knew their opinions differed greatly most of the time- he wanted bucket junk.
“Why, detective, I don’t carry that kind of sweet in my store.” If he sounded smug, who was to blame him? Leon dismissed the tone and statement without a second thought.
“Oh, that’s too bad, D. Guess we’ll go for “trick” then.” D was slightly surprised by the spring the bulkier man possessed. His mind caught up with what was happening after Leon had pressed into his side and dragged the Count by tightly clutched arm to the hallway. Upon resurfacing, he immediately dug his heels in, protesting this indignity.
“Detective.” The warning resembled a growl. Said detective remained unfazed. Floating lights peered down at them, like fireflies buzzing with vigorous energy. A black cat emerged from the room they’d just left, watching curiously as his owner was controlled by the blonde man who always dropped in.
Sharp nails prying into flesh caused the detective to groan as he succumbed to D’s will. Hauling the Count upright, he glared at his captive. When he caught annoyance on D’s face, he grinned smugly, watching as it was quickly consumed by indifference.
“Bad boy.” The admonishment put strain on the Count’s face. “Now be a good boy, and put this on.” Before the Count could protest, Leon shoved a large bag into his hands and gently propelled the Count through another doorway. As the door clicked shut, Leon mused over how the Count would react to this embarrassment, as surely he would consider it. Leon grinned once more. He loved the skittering of emotions over the usually condescending face. Digging under the Count’s skin and breaking down his suppressive walls thrilled the detective like nothing else did. There was nothing wrong with being a little sadistic. The Count was too uptight anyway.
When no sound emerged, Leon became slightly worried. He’d expected heavy dismissal of this task, not the calm silence that usually surrounded the Count. Was D becoming immune to him? Troubled by that thought, he tapped on the door a couple of times. “D?” Still no answer emitted. Slowly, he pushed open the door.
The Count stood deathly still, his back to the door. Leon cautiously stepped closer, placing a warm arm across the Count’s back. The action received a response, at least. D turned to look at him, trying to decipher what exactly the detective wanted from him. His hand was curled in soft black fabric, pulled from the bag, which he’d identified immediately as identical to the vampire cloak Leon was currently wearing. Leon sighed, gently pulling the costume out of D’s grasp. Turning the other man to face him, he threw the cloak around D’s shoulders. The two silken cords were easily knotted around a pale throat.
D was still wearing that haunted expression in his eyes. Leon gave the man a little nudge.
“C’mon, D. It’s Halloween. You’re supposed to dress up.” Something sparked D into moving again, and he reached delicately into the bag for the remaining item. Gently, he pushed plastic teeth into his mouth.
“So I’m a vampire, am I?” The edged Count was back, with his sharp wit and glowing eyes. Leon snorted.
“Yeah, we’ll call you Count D.” He couldn’t suppress his mirth at the unchanged name, doubling over in laughter.
“Is that so, Count Orcot?” D fell into the flow of the holiday with a sigh.
D started towards the door, cape swirling about his feet. He was dreading the confrontation with his pets. However, before he could get to them, he was stopped, an arm catching him around the waist. Leon had swept up beside him, a sultry grin in his eyes.
“I just wanted to thank you for doing this.” Curiosity crept unheeded into the Count’s gaze. The Detective was being unusually demure.
“No need to thank me, Count Orcon.”
Surprise raced through the man, before a predatory grin graced his lips. Swiftly, he discarded the teeth in both their mouths, before pressing his own firmly to D’s. Frozen with shock, D could only stare as Leon pulled away.
“I mean it. Thank you.” He murmured. Then, typical of the detective, he caused a rush of anger through a thoughtless comment.
“Chris will really appreciate it.”
The occupants in the main room turned when their favourite detective was thrust into their sanctuary, followed by a fuming D. A few cowered at the look in his usually tame eyes, but the majority sniggered at the outfit the Count had been forced into. T-chan leapt at the chance to corner the detective with a teasing “Can I eat him?” to the livid Count. As tempting as the offer was, D realized that he had to push his anger down, or he would give the goat-like boy an affirmative. Success of the task was helped by the adoring young boy who gazed at the outfit with a degree of jealousy.
“Wow, Count. You look like a real vampire!” The childish awe filtered patience through D, and he smiled down at the boy.
“Thank you, Christopher. I’m impressed by your costume. You look like a real mummy.” He pointedly ignored the fact that most of the toilet paper currently resided on the floor.
“He does, doesn’t he.” A smug-sounding detective stepped up beside D, his arm resting on the Count’s back again. D discretely nudged an elbow into the other man’s stomach, resulting in the man’s arm removed and a light groaning. As a brightly coloured parrot caught the young boy’s attention, Leon turned accusing eyes to D.
“Ow.”
D merely flashed the teeth accessory at him, before turning away.
“Wait.” Leon grasped the man’s arm again. Spinning the Count round he pushed in, pecking the cheek of the pale man. Desire forged through Leon’s eyes, begging the Count to understand what he wanted. When the Count made no attempt to move, he brushed the man’s long hair back, gripping it as he crushed his mouth to the others. For a moment, D allowed the action, amused by the squish of plastic teeth, before pulling back with a smile on his face. Leon let his grip fall from silky strands as he chuckled.
“Best candy I’ve ever tasted.”
As Leon guided him towards a couch, arm securely around his waist, D wondered if the detective’s aggravating personality was worth the warmth he provided.
Author: sailorswift
Fandom: Pet Shop of Horrors
Request: Halloween fun for selena__wolf
Characters: Leon/D
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine =)
Note: Sorry it's so late! =(
Halloween- a festive holiday celebrated once a year by the majority of the human population of Earth. Up until now, the generally acknowledged monster scam that engulfed children had paid Count D no heed. This year, however, it wound its way into Chinatown, San Francisco.
An unimpressed Count found himself in the presence of two blonde children, holding identical, tacky, red buckets. Practiced patience held his features still as he regarded his guests. Good grace kept his tongue from betraying his thoughts on the two beings before him. Toilet paper hung hazardously from the smaller child’s head, revealing laughing eyes the count was tolerant of. The other child however, dressed in a large dark cloak that twisted somewhat sensually round his ankles, wore his usual cocky grin.
“Hey, D!”
“Trick or treat!” Chris pitched in.
Despite the intentions made clear, D stood firmly in the doorway, mentally refusing to allow such behavior into his shop.
A rustle and soft clutch of his leg alerted him to Pon-chan’s appearance. The badger peered out curiously at the two creatures, which she was certain were Chris and his brother.
“C-Chris?” The boy in question smiled at the young girl he perceived. She then blinked as she sensed another delicious scent, one she recognized all too well. “Candy!” Such a discovery had her restrained by the Count, who knew she would be crawling out the door and into the bucket if he didn’t keep a hold on her. Surrendering to the chill and the squirming girl, he invited the brothers in, wondering just how much he’d suffer for it.
Leon immediately relaxed, stretching out over a couch, as his younger brother rushed to the familiar animals littering the floor. He was amused, as always, by how attached the kid was to the beasts. He glanced back at the Count, still standing near the doorway.
“C’mon, D. Relax!” He was shot a look of annoyance coated in dignity as the Count scooted forward, spurred into motion by the man’s words.
Heated laughter caused them both to turn to the younger blonde. Curious animals were clawing at the ‘bandages’ he’d created, ripping the flimsy fabric and scattering squares around the new arrival. Leon snorted as the small, red-haired goat stumbled through the offending material, clearly confused. In response, golden eyes and sharp teeth were bared, before the animal leapt at the detective. Leon growled as he fought to control the attacking animal.
“T-chan, leave the detective alone. Detective, stop antagonizing T-chan.” D’s voice sung through them, effectively ending the fight. A murderous glance was thrown back at Leon as the goat skulked away. Leon shook his head, wondering for the thousandth time why D didn’t get a leash for the animal. Tussle with the beast complete, he turned to his host.
“So, D, trick or treat?” At D’s withering look, he grinned cheekily, adding “I want candy!” After a moment’s piercing stare, D picked up a plate of cake from the nearest coffee table, offering it somewhat hesitantly to the man. Leon’s grin grew wider as he dismissed the Count’s offer. “Nah, D, I want real candy.” D’s eyes flashed as he kept his scowl in check. Real candy? The forgotten buckets contained nothing that could be considered real candy. The gaudy baubles only satisfied for a moment, their sugar rush more of a mind-fix than actual submission. But knowing the detective’s mind meant he knew their opinions differed greatly most of the time- he wanted bucket junk.
“Why, detective, I don’t carry that kind of sweet in my store.” If he sounded smug, who was to blame him? Leon dismissed the tone and statement without a second thought.
“Oh, that’s too bad, D. Guess we’ll go for “trick” then.” D was slightly surprised by the spring the bulkier man possessed. His mind caught up with what was happening after Leon had pressed into his side and dragged the Count by tightly clutched arm to the hallway. Upon resurfacing, he immediately dug his heels in, protesting this indignity.
“Detective.” The warning resembled a growl. Said detective remained unfazed. Floating lights peered down at them, like fireflies buzzing with vigorous energy. A black cat emerged from the room they’d just left, watching curiously as his owner was controlled by the blonde man who always dropped in.
Sharp nails prying into flesh caused the detective to groan as he succumbed to D’s will. Hauling the Count upright, he glared at his captive. When he caught annoyance on D’s face, he grinned smugly, watching as it was quickly consumed by indifference.
“Bad boy.” The admonishment put strain on the Count’s face. “Now be a good boy, and put this on.” Before the Count could protest, Leon shoved a large bag into his hands and gently propelled the Count through another doorway. As the door clicked shut, Leon mused over how the Count would react to this embarrassment, as surely he would consider it. Leon grinned once more. He loved the skittering of emotions over the usually condescending face. Digging under the Count’s skin and breaking down his suppressive walls thrilled the detective like nothing else did. There was nothing wrong with being a little sadistic. The Count was too uptight anyway.
When no sound emerged, Leon became slightly worried. He’d expected heavy dismissal of this task, not the calm silence that usually surrounded the Count. Was D becoming immune to him? Troubled by that thought, he tapped on the door a couple of times. “D?” Still no answer emitted. Slowly, he pushed open the door.
The Count stood deathly still, his back to the door. Leon cautiously stepped closer, placing a warm arm across the Count’s back. The action received a response, at least. D turned to look at him, trying to decipher what exactly the detective wanted from him. His hand was curled in soft black fabric, pulled from the bag, which he’d identified immediately as identical to the vampire cloak Leon was currently wearing. Leon sighed, gently pulling the costume out of D’s grasp. Turning the other man to face him, he threw the cloak around D’s shoulders. The two silken cords were easily knotted around a pale throat.
D was still wearing that haunted expression in his eyes. Leon gave the man a little nudge.
“C’mon, D. It’s Halloween. You’re supposed to dress up.” Something sparked D into moving again, and he reached delicately into the bag for the remaining item. Gently, he pushed plastic teeth into his mouth.
“So I’m a vampire, am I?” The edged Count was back, with his sharp wit and glowing eyes. Leon snorted.
“Yeah, we’ll call you Count D.” He couldn’t suppress his mirth at the unchanged name, doubling over in laughter.
“Is that so, Count Orcot?” D fell into the flow of the holiday with a sigh.
D started towards the door, cape swirling about his feet. He was dreading the confrontation with his pets. However, before he could get to them, he was stopped, an arm catching him around the waist. Leon had swept up beside him, a sultry grin in his eyes.
“I just wanted to thank you for doing this.” Curiosity crept unheeded into the Count’s gaze. The Detective was being unusually demure.
“No need to thank me, Count Orcon.”
Surprise raced through the man, before a predatory grin graced his lips. Swiftly, he discarded the teeth in both their mouths, before pressing his own firmly to D’s. Frozen with shock, D could only stare as Leon pulled away.
“I mean it. Thank you.” He murmured. Then, typical of the detective, he caused a rush of anger through a thoughtless comment.
“Chris will really appreciate it.”
The occupants in the main room turned when their favourite detective was thrust into their sanctuary, followed by a fuming D. A few cowered at the look in his usually tame eyes, but the majority sniggered at the outfit the Count had been forced into. T-chan leapt at the chance to corner the detective with a teasing “Can I eat him?” to the livid Count. As tempting as the offer was, D realized that he had to push his anger down, or he would give the goat-like boy an affirmative. Success of the task was helped by the adoring young boy who gazed at the outfit with a degree of jealousy.
“Wow, Count. You look like a real vampire!” The childish awe filtered patience through D, and he smiled down at the boy.
“Thank you, Christopher. I’m impressed by your costume. You look like a real mummy.” He pointedly ignored the fact that most of the toilet paper currently resided on the floor.
“He does, doesn’t he.” A smug-sounding detective stepped up beside D, his arm resting on the Count’s back again. D discretely nudged an elbow into the other man’s stomach, resulting in the man’s arm removed and a light groaning. As a brightly coloured parrot caught the young boy’s attention, Leon turned accusing eyes to D.
“Ow.”
D merely flashed the teeth accessory at him, before turning away.
“Wait.” Leon grasped the man’s arm again. Spinning the Count round he pushed in, pecking the cheek of the pale man. Desire forged through Leon’s eyes, begging the Count to understand what he wanted. When the Count made no attempt to move, he brushed the man’s long hair back, gripping it as he crushed his mouth to the others. For a moment, D allowed the action, amused by the squish of plastic teeth, before pulling back with a smile on his face. Leon let his grip fall from silky strands as he chuckled.
“Best candy I’ve ever tasted.”
As Leon guided him towards a couch, arm securely around his waist, D wondered if the detective’s aggravating personality was worth the warmth he provided.