Fiction: Obvious Assumptions
Leon had come to the pet shop on his day off, during the store's usual business hours. As usual, it was time for tea the moment D opened the door to find him standing there.
It wasn't surprising that a customer showed up after everything had been set out on the table.
A man, about Leon's age and build, or maybe a little more muscular, with long black hair tied back in a ponytail and emerald eyes, stepped in with an air of caution.
"Welcome to Count D's pet shop," D recited his usual greeting, "Our store offers a wide variety of pets including rare and exotic. Is there something specific you were seeking?"
The man's distracted expression caught Leon's attention, and he stood up, snatching up his jacket and heading towards merchant and customer. "I'll come back a little later, so you can...do business."
The customer's eyes locked on Leon with intense interest. “What would it cost me to take home this exquisite creature.”
Leon's only response was to raise a skeptical eyebrow.
“Detective Orcot is not for sale.” D stated with a teasing smirk cast at Leon.
Leon's other eyebrow joined its twin, and it seemed as though he'd chosen to tease right back. “And just who made you qualified t’say that? Last time I checked, I was totally self-owned-and represented.”
D was too shocked to formulate a reply.
The customer was quick to grab the opportunity. “So then, you’re wild and free until captured?”
Leon seemed to consider the man's interest, then answered with a rare pleasantness, “I guess it’s safe enough t’say that.”
The customer smiled slyly, almost smirking, "In that case, give me a call if you'd like to get together. I'd love to get to know more about you over a nice dinner-my treat.” He deftly extracted a card from the pocket of his suit jacket and held it out to Leon.
Leon took the card as if he were actually considering taking up the offer, but merely told the man, "Thanks."
"My pleasure," the man told him, before turning on his heal and sweeping out the entrance.
Leon watched the man exit, then tucked the card into the back pocket of his jeans. "Fuckin' john," he growled contemptuously.
"You weren't actually open to his advances, then?" D's voice had a dangerous sharpness in it that was barely perceptible.
"Asshole probably thought I worked for you." Leon spat out bitterly, his eyes met D's, and there was a strange painful brightness in them.
D's next question was carefully worded, "Then, you would never really...become involved with another man-intimately.”
"I'd never set myself up for an obvious crash'n burn. A risk like that isn't worth taking if it's just chasin' phantoms made with smoke and mirrors." Leon’s voice was soft, but he was looking at D almost accusingly.
So that was it? Not an issue of being intimate with another male, but risking trust with someone who didn't seem sincere. D felt a lancing pain in his chest at the idea that Leon believed his interest to be feigned.
In the blink of an eye, D was pressed against Leon in a desperately passionate kiss. It was a moment before Leon was of the mind to pry D off.
"Don't fuck with my head, D!" Leon's command didn't succeed in disguising the actual desperate plea. Not to D anyway.
"Very well, my dear detective." There was an honest sweetness in D's answer, and in his eyes.
It took a few moments before Leon's defenses came down enough to let D gently pull him to the back of the shop, through a corridor, and into D's bedroom...
Once there, Leon warily allowed D to begin touching and kissing him, but only after looking like an animal that expected to be captured and brutalized. He seemed to be expecting it to stop, or become something threatening or something other than enjoyable, or perhaps something other than genuine.
D felt another lance of pain flash through him. How long had Leon been open to this, even wanted this? How long had he been afraid to admit his desire? He ran his hands in tender caresses over Leon's beautiful hair after sliding the band out that held it, and over the warm, clean skin of his neck and back and upper arms... His mouth touched Leon's face oh-so carefully and oh-so reverently, and he breathed in Leon's scent, marred by the smell of his smoking habit, but still enticing and addictive...
Soothed by patient gentleness, Leon relaxed and was eventually letting D strip every bit of clothing from his body, letting go of trying to find signs of falseness in D's actions and closing his eyes. Anyone looking at him would have thought that he was simply losing himself to the moment, hungry for carnal gratification.
In truth, Leon was holding on to the earlier image of the expression on D’s face when he revealed that his inhibition wasn’t gender related after all. Otherwise, there was nothing that would have kept him from bolting, from not taking the risk, from not daring to hope…
Understanding this now, D wanted, above all else, to make it up to Leon for being guilty of a crime he so often accused others of: narrow-minded blindness.
There had been so many clues that D should have seen, that should have made it so obvious to him.
Leon...his dear, sweet, lonely Leon...
D had kept Leon from disrobing him in return, so that he could undress himself, purposefully, as Leon watched in eager amazement.
Taking control, D encouraged Leon to simply lie back and enjoy being pleasured. He caressed Leon's skin softly, squeezing tense groups of muscles when he found them, and working them out unhurriedly. He let Leon touch him in return when he sensed that it was needed of him. His heart felt wrenched when Leon started whimpering after finding him hard and throbbing with an exploring hand. Was that what his Leon needed? Was that what his Leon was afraid to confide?
Covering Leon’s mouth with his own, he drew the fingertips of one hand down to Leon's sensitive, puckered ring of flesh. The intimate touch was met with an unexpectedly wanton moan, and unhesitant, parting thighs.
*Oh, Leon...* D thought to himself with rising guilt, *...is this what you needed of me? Is this what you were too afraid to ask for?*
Preparing to enter Leon, D cheated a little, of course. Looking into Leon's eyes after a long, tender kiss, he put Leon into a moderately deep trance, prepared himself and Leon with an expensive oil, then painlessly entered Leon's tight opening. The sound of his own overwhelmed groaning filled his ears as he sank as deeply as he could into Leon’s wondrous heat. He moved in and out a few times to loosen the ring of muscles bracing his erection. When he felt that Leon's body was safe from unpleasant trauma, he withdrew the mental control.
Leon was not only relieved to find D inside of him without having felt like he was being tortured, but he was also cast into a level of arousal that he couldn't help but give himself up to completely.
From where D had entered Leon, countless blazing electric jolts of searing pleasure were firing up inside of and throughout him. He bucked his hips up with a sudden, mindless thrust, and wrapped his legs behind D's back to push D into himself as far as possible. A long, pleadingly needful moan poured out from the depths of his lungs.
Once D began moving inside of him again, Leon was wailing, straining every muscle in his body to plow himself into D's thrusts, and begging D to go into him harder.
D found himself unexpectedly enraptured with Leon's surrender...with his screams... Leon had started sobbing shamelessly, and tears began streaming freely down from the corners of his closed eyes.
D now recognized that Leon had put himself at his mercy, and was counting on him to prove his trust hadn't been misplaced. He let down another one of his guards and began hammering into Leon with an inhuman strength and speed, finding a strange relief at not having to deny his own level of pleasure for the sake of being careful.
On the contrary, Leon seemed to be drinking in the almost brutal impacts like they were just the thing he needed...relaxing into a trusting contentment.
When the pleasure and relief had reached a peak for both of them, D was rewarded when Leon's body went rigid, and an almost hysterical, broken shriek tore out of the young man as he came violently, triggering D's own release.
Leon went limp beneath D, exhausted, and conscious, but unable to do anything but lie there as if sleeping.
D stretched out on top of him, a finger tracing Leon's full, relaxed lips. "I hope from here on there will no longer be a question of ownership…" he whispered fondly.
Leon was barely able to slit open his eyes and look into D's face. He closed them again, a smile twitching the corners of his mouth before he let out a deep sigh of utter contentment. He was asleep before he drew the next breath.
D closed his eyes and smiled serenely. "That's what I thought."
-end
It wasn't surprising that a customer showed up after everything had been set out on the table.
A man, about Leon's age and build, or maybe a little more muscular, with long black hair tied back in a ponytail and emerald eyes, stepped in with an air of caution.
"Welcome to Count D's pet shop," D recited his usual greeting, "Our store offers a wide variety of pets including rare and exotic. Is there something specific you were seeking?"
The man's distracted expression caught Leon's attention, and he stood up, snatching up his jacket and heading towards merchant and customer. "I'll come back a little later, so you can...do business."
The customer's eyes locked on Leon with intense interest. “What would it cost me to take home this exquisite creature.”
Leon's only response was to raise a skeptical eyebrow.
“Detective Orcot is not for sale.” D stated with a teasing smirk cast at Leon.
Leon's other eyebrow joined its twin, and it seemed as though he'd chosen to tease right back. “And just who made you qualified t’say that? Last time I checked, I was totally self-owned-and represented.”
D was too shocked to formulate a reply.
The customer was quick to grab the opportunity. “So then, you’re wild and free until captured?”
Leon seemed to consider the man's interest, then answered with a rare pleasantness, “I guess it’s safe enough t’say that.”
The customer smiled slyly, almost smirking, "In that case, give me a call if you'd like to get together. I'd love to get to know more about you over a nice dinner-my treat.” He deftly extracted a card from the pocket of his suit jacket and held it out to Leon.
Leon took the card as if he were actually considering taking up the offer, but merely told the man, "Thanks."
"My pleasure," the man told him, before turning on his heal and sweeping out the entrance.
Leon watched the man exit, then tucked the card into the back pocket of his jeans. "Fuckin' john," he growled contemptuously.
"You weren't actually open to his advances, then?" D's voice had a dangerous sharpness in it that was barely perceptible.
"Asshole probably thought I worked for you." Leon spat out bitterly, his eyes met D's, and there was a strange painful brightness in them.
D's next question was carefully worded, "Then, you would never really...become involved with another man-intimately.”
"I'd never set myself up for an obvious crash'n burn. A risk like that isn't worth taking if it's just chasin' phantoms made with smoke and mirrors." Leon’s voice was soft, but he was looking at D almost accusingly.
So that was it? Not an issue of being intimate with another male, but risking trust with someone who didn't seem sincere. D felt a lancing pain in his chest at the idea that Leon believed his interest to be feigned.
In the blink of an eye, D was pressed against Leon in a desperately passionate kiss. It was a moment before Leon was of the mind to pry D off.
"Don't fuck with my head, D!" Leon's command didn't succeed in disguising the actual desperate plea. Not to D anyway.
"Very well, my dear detective." There was an honest sweetness in D's answer, and in his eyes.
It took a few moments before Leon's defenses came down enough to let D gently pull him to the back of the shop, through a corridor, and into D's bedroom...
Once there, Leon warily allowed D to begin touching and kissing him, but only after looking like an animal that expected to be captured and brutalized. He seemed to be expecting it to stop, or become something threatening or something other than enjoyable, or perhaps something other than genuine.
D felt another lance of pain flash through him. How long had Leon been open to this, even wanted this? How long had he been afraid to admit his desire? He ran his hands in tender caresses over Leon's beautiful hair after sliding the band out that held it, and over the warm, clean skin of his neck and back and upper arms... His mouth touched Leon's face oh-so carefully and oh-so reverently, and he breathed in Leon's scent, marred by the smell of his smoking habit, but still enticing and addictive...
Soothed by patient gentleness, Leon relaxed and was eventually letting D strip every bit of clothing from his body, letting go of trying to find signs of falseness in D's actions and closing his eyes. Anyone looking at him would have thought that he was simply losing himself to the moment, hungry for carnal gratification.
In truth, Leon was holding on to the earlier image of the expression on D’s face when he revealed that his inhibition wasn’t gender related after all. Otherwise, there was nothing that would have kept him from bolting, from not taking the risk, from not daring to hope…
Understanding this now, D wanted, above all else, to make it up to Leon for being guilty of a crime he so often accused others of: narrow-minded blindness.
There had been so many clues that D should have seen, that should have made it so obvious to him.
Leon...his dear, sweet, lonely Leon...
D had kept Leon from disrobing him in return, so that he could undress himself, purposefully, as Leon watched in eager amazement.
Taking control, D encouraged Leon to simply lie back and enjoy being pleasured. He caressed Leon's skin softly, squeezing tense groups of muscles when he found them, and working them out unhurriedly. He let Leon touch him in return when he sensed that it was needed of him. His heart felt wrenched when Leon started whimpering after finding him hard and throbbing with an exploring hand. Was that what his Leon needed? Was that what his Leon was afraid to confide?
Covering Leon’s mouth with his own, he drew the fingertips of one hand down to Leon's sensitive, puckered ring of flesh. The intimate touch was met with an unexpectedly wanton moan, and unhesitant, parting thighs.
*Oh, Leon...* D thought to himself with rising guilt, *...is this what you needed of me? Is this what you were too afraid to ask for?*
Preparing to enter Leon, D cheated a little, of course. Looking into Leon's eyes after a long, tender kiss, he put Leon into a moderately deep trance, prepared himself and Leon with an expensive oil, then painlessly entered Leon's tight opening. The sound of his own overwhelmed groaning filled his ears as he sank as deeply as he could into Leon’s wondrous heat. He moved in and out a few times to loosen the ring of muscles bracing his erection. When he felt that Leon's body was safe from unpleasant trauma, he withdrew the mental control.
Leon was not only relieved to find D inside of him without having felt like he was being tortured, but he was also cast into a level of arousal that he couldn't help but give himself up to completely.
From where D had entered Leon, countless blazing electric jolts of searing pleasure were firing up inside of and throughout him. He bucked his hips up with a sudden, mindless thrust, and wrapped his legs behind D's back to push D into himself as far as possible. A long, pleadingly needful moan poured out from the depths of his lungs.
Once D began moving inside of him again, Leon was wailing, straining every muscle in his body to plow himself into D's thrusts, and begging D to go into him harder.
D found himself unexpectedly enraptured with Leon's surrender...with his screams... Leon had started sobbing shamelessly, and tears began streaming freely down from the corners of his closed eyes.
D now recognized that Leon had put himself at his mercy, and was counting on him to prove his trust hadn't been misplaced. He let down another one of his guards and began hammering into Leon with an inhuman strength and speed, finding a strange relief at not having to deny his own level of pleasure for the sake of being careful.
On the contrary, Leon seemed to be drinking in the almost brutal impacts like they were just the thing he needed...relaxing into a trusting contentment.
When the pleasure and relief had reached a peak for both of them, D was rewarded when Leon's body went rigid, and an almost hysterical, broken shriek tore out of the young man as he came violently, triggering D's own release.
Leon went limp beneath D, exhausted, and conscious, but unable to do anything but lie there as if sleeping.
D stretched out on top of him, a finger tracing Leon's full, relaxed lips. "I hope from here on there will no longer be a question of ownership…" he whispered fondly.
Leon was barely able to slit open his eyes and look into D's face. He closed them again, a smile twitching the corners of his mouth before he let out a deep sigh of utter contentment. He was asleep before he drew the next breath.
D closed his eyes and smiled serenely. "That's what I thought."
-end