600seconds - Taking Responsibility - PSoH
Disclaimer: I don’t own Petshop of Horrors and I make no money from this or any other fanfic I write.
Pairing: Leon + D
Category: General
Rating: R
Warning: Language
Title: Taking Responsibility
Author: yellowhorde
Notes: This was written for the LiveJournal community, 600seconds. Challenge - ‘You Don’t Have to Do It’ Sadly, I went over the ten minute time limit.
“You don’t have to do this, you know,” Leon stammered.
“Oh, but I do,” D corrected calmly, “It is, after all, my responsibility. Now, the pants, if you please, Detective.”
“What about them?” Suspicion narrowed Leon’s blue eyes.
“Remove them.” D commanded in a tone that permitted no argument.
Reluctantly, Leon fumbled with his belt then unzipped his jeans, letting them fall in a puddle at his feet. Goosebumps swept along his skin. He shivered, but not from the slight chill in the air conditioned room.
“The boxers, too.”
Blood rushed to Leon’s face in a scalding wave. Not quite daring to meet D’s gaze, he silently slid the elastic down over his hips. In a moment they slid free, taking their place with his blue jeans.
“Now, assume the position.”
“You’re really pushing it,” Leon scowled as he turned around slowly, mindful of the clothing that tethered his feet. He folded to his knees then rested his chest and torso against the seat of a chair, his hindquarters bared to the world. His face felt like it would explode at any minute.
“Sorry,” D apologized with a slight chuckle, “I’ve always wanted to say that.”
With a soft rustling of silk, D sank to his knees, taking his position behind the other man. “Oh, my,” he murmured, his voice filled with both awe and chagrin. “It’s bigger than I thought it was.”
“Quit the chit chat!” Leon snapped, “And get on with it already!”
“If you insist, Detective,” Craning his head until he was able to look back at D, he saw the slender Oriental squeeze a dollop of goop from a thin, plastic tube onto his forefinger.
“Are you ready?"
‘As ready as I’m ever going to be,’ he thought, closing his eyes and nodding his head. One of D’s hands rested lightly on his hip and his muscles clenched involuntarily.
“Relax,” D murmured soothingly, stroking his hand along Leon’s bare skin. “Just relax. This won’t hurt… much.”
Leon could hear the smile in his voice even though he couldn’t see D’s face. The little fucker was actually enjoying himself! “Yeah, I’ve heard that before.” He mumbled under his breath, “And it usually means it’s going to hurt like a motherfucker.”
He felt D’s goop-covered finger probe gently and drew in a ragged gasp at the burning sensation it produced. His eyes flew open and he gave an involuntary cry. “Goddamn it, D! That hurts!” He hissed between gritted teeth.
“Don’t be such a baby, Detective,” D chided. “If I don’t apply an antibiotic ointment to Tetsu’s bite, it will become infected.” He gave Leon’s rump an affectionate slap. “And we don’t want that, now, do we?”
THE END
Pairing: Leon + D
Category: General
Rating: R
Warning: Language
Title: Taking Responsibility
Author: yellowhorde
Notes: This was written for the LiveJournal community, 600seconds. Challenge - ‘You Don’t Have to Do It’ Sadly, I went over the ten minute time limit.
“You don’t have to do this, you know,” Leon stammered.
“Oh, but I do,” D corrected calmly, “It is, after all, my responsibility. Now, the pants, if you please, Detective.”
“What about them?” Suspicion narrowed Leon’s blue eyes.
“Remove them.” D commanded in a tone that permitted no argument.
Reluctantly, Leon fumbled with his belt then unzipped his jeans, letting them fall in a puddle at his feet. Goosebumps swept along his skin. He shivered, but not from the slight chill in the air conditioned room.
“The boxers, too.”
Blood rushed to Leon’s face in a scalding wave. Not quite daring to meet D’s gaze, he silently slid the elastic down over his hips. In a moment they slid free, taking their place with his blue jeans.
“Now, assume the position.”
“You’re really pushing it,” Leon scowled as he turned around slowly, mindful of the clothing that tethered his feet. He folded to his knees then rested his chest and torso against the seat of a chair, his hindquarters bared to the world. His face felt like it would explode at any minute.
“Sorry,” D apologized with a slight chuckle, “I’ve always wanted to say that.”
With a soft rustling of silk, D sank to his knees, taking his position behind the other man. “Oh, my,” he murmured, his voice filled with both awe and chagrin. “It’s bigger than I thought it was.”
“Quit the chit chat!” Leon snapped, “And get on with it already!”
“If you insist, Detective,” Craning his head until he was able to look back at D, he saw the slender Oriental squeeze a dollop of goop from a thin, plastic tube onto his forefinger.
“Are you ready?"
‘As ready as I’m ever going to be,’ he thought, closing his eyes and nodding his head. One of D’s hands rested lightly on his hip and his muscles clenched involuntarily.
“Relax,” D murmured soothingly, stroking his hand along Leon’s bare skin. “Just relax. This won’t hurt… much.”
Leon could hear the smile in his voice even though he couldn’t see D’s face. The little fucker was actually enjoying himself! “Yeah, I’ve heard that before.” He mumbled under his breath, “And it usually means it’s going to hurt like a motherfucker.”
He felt D’s goop-covered finger probe gently and drew in a ragged gasp at the burning sensation it produced. His eyes flew open and he gave an involuntary cry. “Goddamn it, D! That hurts!” He hissed between gritted teeth.
“Don’t be such a baby, Detective,” D chided. “If I don’t apply an antibiotic ointment to Tetsu’s bite, it will become infected.” He gave Leon’s rump an affectionate slap. “And we don’t want that, now, do we?”
THE END