04.12.09 - Oneshot
Title: The Leopard Hunt
Author(s): madwriter223
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Leon/D
Summary: The hunt is afoot, with D as the prey.
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Hermaphrodite!D, for the most part. And a surprise ending.
Author Notes: My first PSoH fic. Be gentle.
Also, this is part of my Multi-Fandom Advent Calendar.
The Leopard Hunt
A lone figure moved gracefully down a luscious hallway, robes rustling with the barest whisper of silk. The man stopped in front of an incarnate door, pushing lightly at its surface. Without the quietest sound the entry opened, and Count D stepped into a thick rain forest.
His feet were steady as they guided him on his way. He maneuvered around logs and large leaves with ease, hopping on stepping stones on his way across a small lake. He kept on his journey, all the while aware of a pair of blue eyes watching his every movement, of barely-audible footsteps that matched each of his own.
When he encountered a small clearing, his 'stalker' pounced. A powerful frame fell on the count's, effortlessly pinning him to the ground, a careful hand cradling the back of his head protectively.
Feral teeth grinned down at him, the muscular body nearly thrumming with strength and desire.
He was magnificent.
D smiled softly, and lifted his arms, wrapping them around the broad shoulders. “Hello, Leon.”
“Hey, D.” The free hand wriggled its claws in greeting. Then he bent down and captured the slender lips into a fierce kiss.
D murmured appreciatively, pulling the larger male closer. Leon never did change. Even after spending seven long years traveling across the whole world, looking for his elusive Count. He was still brash, vulgar, and oh so passionate. And now that D had the other in his life permanently, he could indulge in the primal instinct to mate.
After all, Leon always followed 'his gut'.
D chuckled softly at that thought, and bent his legs, parting them so that the folded knees were pressed against the body hovering above him. As if just waiting for that, Leon brought his hips down sharply, grounding their groins together. D winced at the sensations, still not used to his body's responses of the intimate nature, but relaxed his muscles, accepting the fire that was slowly starting to course across his nerves.
Oh, yes.
Leon eventually broke the kiss, and nuzzled the slender neck, fingers quickly locating and unclasping the cheongsam's closings. The silky material parted eagerly under his questing hands, allowing itself to be urged down pale shoulders, to uncover the delicious chest. A quick wriggle of shapely hips later the cheongsam was discarded to the side, and the long perfect body of the god was revealed.
Just like the previous times, Leon stopped all activity to simply stare at the smooth planes of flesh, to admire the way D's skin seemed to curl around his frame like on no woman he had even been with before. They had looked natural, simply... plain. Now D... D looked like he had been wrapped in his skin as carefully as one would wrap a precious gift, a timeless and priceless item that could inspire only love and devotion in anyone who gazed at him.
D always did turn a lot of heads when he walked the streets.
Finally, the feral grin reappeared, and Leon lowered his body slowly to cover D's fully. He settled between the still spread thighs, and started lathing the chest in kisses and firm touches - a nip to the collarbone, a suckle to the sternum, two licks to both sides, and finally he arrived where he wanted.
He slowly started licking at the single rosy nub to the left, attending to its twin with a thumb pressing against it. He scraped his teeth over it carefully, his gut clenching with feral glee at the slight taste of blood the action produced. He pulled back, quenching the primal urge to sink his teeth deep and taste the sweet tang of life-bringing blood. D would heal, D always heale- no. He was not so far gone for that. Not yet at least, and not for a long time until he was comfortable with this new part of himself.
D was silent, watching him with penetrating eyes. Even his flushed cheeks didn't lessen the seriousness on his face. He could practically feel the struggle inside the other male, but knew it was something most new arrivals struggled with. D could wait.
He didn't have to wait long though. Leon, strong brash Leon, got himself under control, then went right back to worshiping the other's body. He regretfully abandoned the twin rosy peaks, not willing to risk it again, and slithered down the slender body, licking and nibbling all the way down to the groin. Once there, he spent a few moments nipping at the quivering thighs, careful not to draw blood this time.
He suckled and touched till the flesh turned as red as the blushing erection, then, with another wild grin, he moved to gather the latter into his mouth. He wrapped his agile tongue around the head, pulling it deep inside, and started sucking, barely wasting any time before his head began bobbing up and down.
His hands, meanwhile, moved lower, brushing teasingly across the hairless testicles and slipping between the moist lips located just below. Two fingers first teased across then delved into the opening there, pumping in and out in time with his head's movements. His thumb rubbed at the clit and surrounding area, teasing the sensitive nerves, brushing against the fire burning just under the skin.
D was no longer able to remain silent. Small moans and mewls escaped him in a rhythmic tempo, long-nailed fingers clenching in long blond hair. He panted heavily, his face burning along the rest of his body, slim muscles tensing occasionally when a particularly good current of sensation rushed through him.
He bit his lip and threw his head with a small cry, his body tightening harshly as his orgasm flashed behind his eyes, only intensifying as Leon's throat worked around his head to swallow his load. He slumped bonelessly to the ground, letting his eyes fall closed as he regained his breath.
Such a human activity. Such a divine sensation.
He heard a chuckle above him, and he opened his mismatched eyes, smiling when a careful hand brushed his hair to the side. A soft kiss later, the earlier passion returned.
Leon quickly got himself out of his spotted loin-cloth, giving the god a good view of his now naked body. Sun-kissed skin, perfectly-shaped muscles, a frame made for carrying the raw power of a predator. And the long, thick erection, neglected and leaking pearly tears of arousal.
My, how god-like his Detective was.
D allowed himself a smirk, and brought his still-bent legs to his chest, spreading them wide and presenting himself to the other. The invitation was eagerly accepted, and soon D as moaning loudly as the long spear spread him open, piercing him with firm heat. A warm arm slipped under his shoulders, lifting his head up off the grass, and bringing him within kissing distance.
And kiss they did. Or should he say, both of his lips were devoured with a hungry passion. He laid one of his hands on the larger male's chest, feeling the vibrations of the building growls from within. Oh my.
Leon's other hand grasped his hip, sharp claws digging into his skin as he tilted the other's pelvis slightly for better penetration. With both upper limbs now busy, he had to make do with what he got to bring D more pleasure.
The count cried out when the soft fur of Leon's tail wrapped around his renewed erection, moving up and down with the dexterity of a feline as the powerful hips continued to slam into him. His body alternated between arching in pleasure and curling in overwhelming sensations, his sounds of pleasure rippling out of his throat with growing volume.
All too soon, he came once again, a sharp gasp of the other's name colouring his lips.
A few powerful thrusts later, Leon came with a roar he released into the forest, so loud he spooked a flock of nearby birds into flight.
Panting, flushed, covered in mutual fluids, the two settled down onto the soft grass, basking in their sated state, both smiling at the sky. Teasingly, Leon brushed the tip of his tail against the count's cheek, growling softly when it was captured by luscious lips, and suckled upon.
D released the long limb, grasping it gently with a careful hand and nuzzling into the softness, his head comfortably settled against Leon's shoulder.
After death, the human soul went where it wanted to go most, changing forms to better suit its new environment. And though regretful of how Leon met his demise, he would forever be grateful it was D who his soul chose to go to.
Author(s): madwriter223
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Leon/D
Summary: The hunt is afoot, with D as the prey.
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Hermaphrodite!D, for the most part. And a surprise ending.
Author Notes: My first PSoH fic. Be gentle.
Also, this is part of my Multi-Fandom Advent Calendar.
The Leopard Hunt
A lone figure moved gracefully down a luscious hallway, robes rustling with the barest whisper of silk. The man stopped in front of an incarnate door, pushing lightly at its surface. Without the quietest sound the entry opened, and Count D stepped into a thick rain forest.
His feet were steady as they guided him on his way. He maneuvered around logs and large leaves with ease, hopping on stepping stones on his way across a small lake. He kept on his journey, all the while aware of a pair of blue eyes watching his every movement, of barely-audible footsteps that matched each of his own.
When he encountered a small clearing, his 'stalker' pounced. A powerful frame fell on the count's, effortlessly pinning him to the ground, a careful hand cradling the back of his head protectively.
Feral teeth grinned down at him, the muscular body nearly thrumming with strength and desire.
He was magnificent.
D smiled softly, and lifted his arms, wrapping them around the broad shoulders. “Hello, Leon.”
“Hey, D.” The free hand wriggled its claws in greeting. Then he bent down and captured the slender lips into a fierce kiss.
D murmured appreciatively, pulling the larger male closer. Leon never did change. Even after spending seven long years traveling across the whole world, looking for his elusive Count. He was still brash, vulgar, and oh so passionate. And now that D had the other in his life permanently, he could indulge in the primal instinct to mate.
After all, Leon always followed 'his gut'.
D chuckled softly at that thought, and bent his legs, parting them so that the folded knees were pressed against the body hovering above him. As if just waiting for that, Leon brought his hips down sharply, grounding their groins together. D winced at the sensations, still not used to his body's responses of the intimate nature, but relaxed his muscles, accepting the fire that was slowly starting to course across his nerves.
Oh, yes.
Leon eventually broke the kiss, and nuzzled the slender neck, fingers quickly locating and unclasping the cheongsam's closings. The silky material parted eagerly under his questing hands, allowing itself to be urged down pale shoulders, to uncover the delicious chest. A quick wriggle of shapely hips later the cheongsam was discarded to the side, and the long perfect body of the god was revealed.
Just like the previous times, Leon stopped all activity to simply stare at the smooth planes of flesh, to admire the way D's skin seemed to curl around his frame like on no woman he had even been with before. They had looked natural, simply... plain. Now D... D looked like he had been wrapped in his skin as carefully as one would wrap a precious gift, a timeless and priceless item that could inspire only love and devotion in anyone who gazed at him.
D always did turn a lot of heads when he walked the streets.
Finally, the feral grin reappeared, and Leon lowered his body slowly to cover D's fully. He settled between the still spread thighs, and started lathing the chest in kisses and firm touches - a nip to the collarbone, a suckle to the sternum, two licks to both sides, and finally he arrived where he wanted.
He slowly started licking at the single rosy nub to the left, attending to its twin with a thumb pressing against it. He scraped his teeth over it carefully, his gut clenching with feral glee at the slight taste of blood the action produced. He pulled back, quenching the primal urge to sink his teeth deep and taste the sweet tang of life-bringing blood. D would heal, D always heale- no. He was not so far gone for that. Not yet at least, and not for a long time until he was comfortable with this new part of himself.
D was silent, watching him with penetrating eyes. Even his flushed cheeks didn't lessen the seriousness on his face. He could practically feel the struggle inside the other male, but knew it was something most new arrivals struggled with. D could wait.
He didn't have to wait long though. Leon, strong brash Leon, got himself under control, then went right back to worshiping the other's body. He regretfully abandoned the twin rosy peaks, not willing to risk it again, and slithered down the slender body, licking and nibbling all the way down to the groin. Once there, he spent a few moments nipping at the quivering thighs, careful not to draw blood this time.
He suckled and touched till the flesh turned as red as the blushing erection, then, with another wild grin, he moved to gather the latter into his mouth. He wrapped his agile tongue around the head, pulling it deep inside, and started sucking, barely wasting any time before his head began bobbing up and down.
His hands, meanwhile, moved lower, brushing teasingly across the hairless testicles and slipping between the moist lips located just below. Two fingers first teased across then delved into the opening there, pumping in and out in time with his head's movements. His thumb rubbed at the clit and surrounding area, teasing the sensitive nerves, brushing against the fire burning just under the skin.
D was no longer able to remain silent. Small moans and mewls escaped him in a rhythmic tempo, long-nailed fingers clenching in long blond hair. He panted heavily, his face burning along the rest of his body, slim muscles tensing occasionally when a particularly good current of sensation rushed through him.
He bit his lip and threw his head with a small cry, his body tightening harshly as his orgasm flashed behind his eyes, only intensifying as Leon's throat worked around his head to swallow his load. He slumped bonelessly to the ground, letting his eyes fall closed as he regained his breath.
Such a human activity. Such a divine sensation.
He heard a chuckle above him, and he opened his mismatched eyes, smiling when a careful hand brushed his hair to the side. A soft kiss later, the earlier passion returned.
Leon quickly got himself out of his spotted loin-cloth, giving the god a good view of his now naked body. Sun-kissed skin, perfectly-shaped muscles, a frame made for carrying the raw power of a predator. And the long, thick erection, neglected and leaking pearly tears of arousal.
My, how god-like his Detective was.
D allowed himself a smirk, and brought his still-bent legs to his chest, spreading them wide and presenting himself to the other. The invitation was eagerly accepted, and soon D as moaning loudly as the long spear spread him open, piercing him with firm heat. A warm arm slipped under his shoulders, lifting his head up off the grass, and bringing him within kissing distance.
And kiss they did. Or should he say, both of his lips were devoured with a hungry passion. He laid one of his hands on the larger male's chest, feeling the vibrations of the building growls from within. Oh my.
Leon's other hand grasped his hip, sharp claws digging into his skin as he tilted the other's pelvis slightly for better penetration. With both upper limbs now busy, he had to make do with what he got to bring D more pleasure.
The count cried out when the soft fur of Leon's tail wrapped around his renewed erection, moving up and down with the dexterity of a feline as the powerful hips continued to slam into him. His body alternated between arching in pleasure and curling in overwhelming sensations, his sounds of pleasure rippling out of his throat with growing volume.
All too soon, he came once again, a sharp gasp of the other's name colouring his lips.
A few powerful thrusts later, Leon came with a roar he released into the forest, so loud he spooked a flock of nearby birds into flight.
Panting, flushed, covered in mutual fluids, the two settled down onto the soft grass, basking in their sated state, both smiling at the sky. Teasingly, Leon brushed the tip of his tail against the count's cheek, growling softly when it was captured by luscious lips, and suckled upon.
D released the long limb, grasping it gently with a careful hand and nuzzling into the softness, his head comfortably settled against Leon's shoulder.
After death, the human soul went where it wanted to go most, changing forms to better suit its new environment. And though regretful of how Leon met his demise, he would forever be grateful it was D who his soul chose to go to.