"Don't give me that! You know full well what you're doing! Hey...wait a sec...you've been...usin' my name." Leon blinked.

"Well, I didn't think that Detective would be appropriate for this particular situation." D tilted his head and then swooped his lips down onto Leon's, who promptly ridded himself of his dumbfoundedness and tried to turn his head away. Unfortunately for Leon, he couldn't complete this feat and had to wait until D pulled away to admit air.

"Dammit!"

"Language Leon." D whispered, practically purred with affection.

"Come on D...why are you doing this?" Leon posed the question and to his and D's surprise, he didn't sound as angry as...curious. He met D's eyes. D, however, didn't answer. Instead he brought his mouth unnervingly close to his detective's ear.

"I think that this would go better for you if there wasn't an audience."

Leon didn't fully comprehend D's words until he moved his head to the side and saw (which made him blush lightly) a group of animals that must've gathered when he had been distracted.

"Hey look, you've had your stupid joke in freaking me out, so you can let me go NOW!" Leon demanded. To Leon's discomfort, D started to laugh. Not loud laughter that you might expect from others in his position, more like breathy, girly giggles that suited his feminine appearance.

"Now, now Leon. You honestly do not expect me to let this opportunity pass me by do you? Why are you fighting this when I've proven to you that you can not get away and when I vow to bring you pleasure? You are so very stubborn Leon Orcot, but I will win this battle of wills. You can either come willingly or not, either way I will get what I want." D held in a pleased giggle and made his eyes predatory.

Leon swallowed and paled, "But...but...I..." He stammered.

"Come Leon." D rolled off the detective's body and offered a demanding hand. When the blonde didn't except it, he reached down and pulled Leon to his feet. Leon struggled with D like a child struggles with their mother when they don't wish to go. But it was all in vain. After a few tense moments Leon finally gave in and allowed D to pull him through the door into the back. He would go along with this for now, but when he got the chance, he'd beat it the hell out of there.

Unbeknownst to Leon, Count had been reading his mind since the first time when he hypnotized the detective into relaxing. He wouldn't five Leon the chance to escape. He felt Leon's apprehension grow as they journeyed further into the shop. There were so many twists and turns, that Leon wasn't even sure how to get back to the front.

Finally they arrived at a large pair of double doors painted red with gold Chinese symbols painted on them. Count stopped and turned to Leon.

“My room will be perfect for privacy and much more comfortable then the sofa.” He made his eyes suggestive.

“I…I don’t want this D.” Leon whispered, closing his eyes.

“That’s alright Leon.” D said. Leon felt D suddenly behind him, “you don’t have a choice remember?”

Leon's eyes popped open when he felt himself falling forward and the force of his body pushed the door open. Before he could regain his balance, D had already closed and locked the door. The sound of a key turning made Leon turn once he finally he balanced himself. Count was holding a gold antique key.

"If you want to be released, you need to co-operate." D opened a small wooden box on the night table, and dropped the key inside, letting the lid fall with a soft clack.

"I could just get the stupid key you know." Leon said, preparing to bolt to the box.

"Could you?" Then the Count offered the unnerving "I know something you don't know" smirk and Leon froze.

"Y...yeah." And he edged his way to the box, just as he was about to open the lid, he noticed that D hadn't moved to stop him.

"OK, what's with the box?" Leon's eyes narrowed.

"What do you mean?" Count feigned innocence.

"Don't give me that bullshit. Why haven't you tried to stop me? You're hell bent on...fucking me. You would just let me have the damn key. So what's with the box?" Leon fired off.

"Why not open it and find out?" D's smirk didn't falter. He watched Leon trying to figure out if he was being truthful or not. He didn't need to read Leon's mind because Leon's thoughts were plastered on his face. It took four minutes of toughing the lid and pulling his hand away before Leon flung his hands into the air and said,

"Fuck it! I'll just break the fucking door down!" Leon was frustrated and fully capable of caring out the threat.

"Leon...if you did manage to break the door down, you would have to replace it and I assure you...it's quite expensive. In addition, you don't know your way around the shop and I think that T-Chan hasn't been fed yet." D held a touch of teasing and mischief in his voice. D's words had only suited to infuriate the irate detective further.

"So I'm stuck in here!"

"Yes. As I've already told you...you need to relax. I'm not going hurt you."

Leon gasped, "Hey...you caught me off guard earlier. Now that I know what's going on, what the hell make you think that I'm going to let you..." Leon didn't finish because he found himself pushed backwards onto the bed with D on top pinning his hands. Before he could open his mouth, he felt a coldness around each wrist and heard two audible clicks. D pulled back, smiling evilly.

"What the..." Leon tried to pull his hands down only to find that they had been united to D's bedpost compliments to his own handcuffs.

"How the hell did you do that?" Leon asked half way between pissed and amazed.

"Chinese secret." D flirted, tilting his head cutely. Leon couldn't help think 'Sly bastard, didn't even feel him take them off my belt.'

Now with Leon's limited mobility, D had the freedom he needed to fully explore his pray. And he didn't have to worry about Leon's legs because, unless he was a flamingo, he wouldn't be able to kick D off his hips. So, making sure they had eye contact, D once again would assault Leon's lips. This time however, he moved painfully slow so as to give Leon the full effect. It wasn't until D was an inch away that Leon's breath hitched again. With a wicked shine in his eyes, D pressed his lips deep into the blonde's. Leon's normal reaction to things that freaked him out was to well...freak out. But he had another reaction, one not much used. It was to go utterly still and not move at all.

That was what was happening with D. When the Chinese man's lips touched his again, he couldn't move or breathe. He wanted so much to have his hands free. He would be able to get away he was sure. Hell, he didn't care if he did break the door, at least he'd be away from here. But in point of fact, he was here and at the total disposal of the petshop owner.

D pulled away to admit air. D found the annoying necessity to be constantly getting in the way of passionate kissing. He hadn't heard Leon breathe yet.

"Leon...you have to breathe." D whisper into the other man's ear, grazing his tongue lightly over the lobe. And he heard/felt a gush of air release itself from the confines of Leon's lungs. After a few awkward pants, Leon finally established regular breathing again. D smiled affectionately against Leon's cheek as he placed a few kisses along the jaw.

"Stop." Leon choked out. He didn't want this to happen; he couldn't allow it to happen. He felt his body betraying him already and he didn't, couldn't, wouldn't give D the satisfaction of knowing that his advancements were working.

In response to Leon's strangled command, D ignored him. He moved his mouth to the underside of Leon's chin, applying kisses and nips. He knew for a fact that physical attention like this, no matter who the human was, would give the same results. The detective would fight sheer for the principal of D's gender, but D knew that touching and kissing could destroy anyone's resolve when done properly.

D pulled back just a little so he could note the fact that he'd have to remove the detective's shirt if he was going to further persuade him. Discreetly, while kissing his pray's neck, he brought his talons to the fabric of the t-shirt, going to the bottom hem, and whilst Leon was unaware, ripped the shirt in half.

Leon, feeling the cold suddenly, glanced down and saw that his shirt was ruined. He looked at D, who didn't comment, just lowered his eyelashes and smirked. He wanted Leon to keep eye contact, to know what he was doing to him. He wanted the detective at his mercy. Tenderly, locking eyes with Leon, he removed the rags from Leon's chest and abdomen. Even more careful still, he moved his small red lips to one of the detective nipples. From what D understood, that particular spot worked on both men and women. Leon practically groaned when D ran a wet trail over the heated nub. Despite Leon's strength, he was still a human, and hence, he was going to be manipulated.

Enjoying the fact that Leon was responding (no matter how reluctant it may have been) D gave it a little suck. That got something, Leon's not so well concealed groan, became deeper than the first and he had let his head fall back onto the pillow, closing his eyes knowing he was helpless and hated admitting it, especially to D.

"Have you finally yielded to me Leon?" The question had that touch of supiority that Leon hated so much but he could answer when he felt his belt buckle fall to either side of his hips. He'd completely forgotten that D had hands when he used that damned mouth on him.

"These jeans seem to becoming tight my darling Leon. Perhaps I should remove them?" D said, making sure Leon felt his hand pressing the front of his jeans where his seme erection lay hidden.

"DON'T YOU DARE D!" Leon hollered, managing enough strength to recover from the thrall in which D had trapped him in a moment ago.

"What are you going to do to repel me?" D cocked an eyebrow, clearly he was challenging Leon.

"But...you said that you weren't going to...y'know." Leon said weakly, his face had developed a very light coating of sweat, head falling back into the pillow.

D decided not to play games and responded, "I'm sorry Leon. I had to lie. But I promise to bring you pleasure and to prepare you before that happens."

This, however, did nothing to soothe the detective and with a renewed energy, he kept trying to keep D from pulling the rest of his jeans off. Unfortunately, his limited mobility prevented his intentions from being carried out. D did in fact remove Leon's jeans (which was great relief for his steadily growing erection) and only left Leon in his white boxers. Those too were peeled away and then there was a pause.

D suddenly giggled in delight.

"What?" Leon asked. He lifted his head to glare at his capture.

"My my, what a pleasant surprise."

"What?" Leon asked again a little annoyed.

"You are not even fully aroused and you are quite...substantial." D said, his eyes closed in delight with a smirk to match.

It took Leon a few seconds before he realized what D had said. "YOU THOUGHT I WAS..." Leon couldn't even finish that train of thought. Somehow thinking about D thinking about his package was not comforting.

"Now Now Leon. Now let me see what I can do to help this present situation.

"Don't touch me!" Leon yelped when D suddenly grazed a finger nail over the seme taunt flesh.

"Just yield Leon. It will feel soooo good, you'll love it." D took Leon in had, being mindful of his nails. When that hand clasped over him and began to squeeze and let go repeatedly, Leon made a gurgled sound and his eyes fogged over.

"Told you." Count whispered and kissed Leon's fairly neglected chest again. He went to the nub he'd ignored previously and gave a few light sucks.

"Please...st..." Leon managed before D forced a moan by moving his grip slowly up Leon's now completely hardened member.

"Shh...doesn't this feel wonderful?" D tempted, he knew Leon had no chance, not with his hand doing those torturing movements. He watched Leon's head fall to the side as he was reduced to trembling and soft pants. Leon knew the bastard was teasing him and he hated that it was working. He found that the light grip and slow motions were nothing more than to tease and make him want more.

He wouldn't ask!

"Don't be certain about that Leon. I have the ability to make you beg before I completely pleasure you."

"Sadistic bas..." Another moan interrupted, D had tightened his grip by a fraction. D had to admit that he was taking a sadistic delight watching Leon try to fight, and fail miserably. D was a little surprised when, after a few minutes, Leon's will still hadn't faltered. D almost frowned. Maybe a few verbal suggestions would help.

"Leon, if you say please, I'll take you into my mouth." D was pleased when Leon's eyes opened and went to meet his.

"I...won't...aahhh." Leon felt D run a thumb over his tip.

"Just say please. You do realize that I could make this last for hours." Leon's eyes narrowed and D smirked. Leon wanted to punch that smirk. He couldn't tell if D was bluffing or not. But he did know that he couldn't withstand this for hours (no human could). He didn't want to ask but it was hell to be so close and yet so far. After D used his thumb again, Leon growled and muttered,

"P...please." He couldn't believe that he was blushing. He even closed his eyes because he didn't want to see D's gloating smirk.

"What was that Leon?" D had a sing song quality hidden in there.

'That little fucker is enjoying this far too much.' Leon thought bitterly, but he inhaled and said a bit louder, "Please."

"I still can't understand you Leon."

"GODDAMMIT PLEASE!" Leon yelled, lifting his head off the pillow (eyes still shut).

"That's much better Leon." D let go of Leon's member and Leon released a breath, only to take it in again with a hiss when D set out to tongue rape him.

As if being coy, D ran a lick or two up the shaft. Leon's back arched slightly. D, wanting more of a reaction, blew lightly on the tip before pulling it inside his small mouth. This time Leon arched more, craving more moist heat and was panting even more. D tenderly sucked a little before pausing. Hearing an unintentional sound of disappointment for Leon made him quit teasing and set out to gratify his detective. Leaving the detective to wonder how, he pulled the majority of Leon's piece into his mouth. Unwillingly, Leon jerked in pure joy. D's mouth was so warm.

D, though not very practiced, was extremely skilled. Not once did his teeth interfere, he sucked not too gently or hard, his tongue moved to create friction and he used his hands to...take care of the other section of Leon's gender. He even closed his eyes, content with the steadily growing noises of pleasure he enticed out of Leon. He made sure not to end too soon. He let Leon indulge for ten minutes before permitting him to "let go". Leon had entirely forgotten who was doing this to him and relented completely. He didn't stop himself from crying out when he released, hard.

D took all of the strange liquid into his mouth but discreetly spat it into a near by waste basket. He sat up straight and smirked triumphantly as Leon recovered from the experience. Leon was lying back on the pillow panting, covered in sweat.

'That was so fucking good. I've only had that done a few times in my life. I feel so damn weak.' A kiss interrupted Leon's thoughts and he opened his eyes. D was lying on top of him smirking in an "I won" way.

"I kept my promise Leon to pleasure you. You make the most passionate noises, even when you're reluctant." There was no teasing in D's voice but genuine endearment. Leon blushed but this time didn't look away. Not even when D leaned down and kissed him. He felt those lips on his but didn't fight (but he wasn't ready to kiss back).

"Have you finally yielded to me Leon?" The count murmured into his lips. Leon still wasn't able to form words and settled for nodding curtly.

"Very good Leon. Now it's my turn and I am fortunate that you've submitted, I wouldn't want to have to rape you." D said as he climbed off the blonde and stood to the side where he undid every button of his cheongsam. D had pale skin that matched his face and hands perfectly, unlike Leon who had slight tan lines but not very noticeable because of his time at the beach. Next came the sash that held the "skirt" part which fell gracefully to the floor. He toed his shoes off and casually removed the tight black pants he normally wore under his clothes.

Out of dazed curiosity, Leon had been watching and found it interesting that D had no underwear. Leon was even more surprised that D had a good sized piece himself (though not as long as Leon's). Then, as D climbed back onto Leon, Leon himself blushed.

"Uh...?" He started.

"Something wrong Leon?" D smiled, lowering himself more onto Leon and adding to the awkwardness.

"Uh...well..." Leon found it difficult to think let alone speak; this was, after all, his first time with a man. It just felt so strange to had D lying on top of him, feeling that piece against him.

"Don't be nervous. I know what I'm doing. I promise that it'll only hurt a little bit. I'll use a plant extract to prepare with." D explained and kissed the nervous cop.

"Hey D?" Leon questioned quietly as D reached over him and pulled out a green glass bottle from the night table drawer.

"Yes?" D asked as he pulled out the cork to the bottle, pausing a moment to look down into his pray's eyes.

"Ya think you could let me outta these cuffs now?"

D seemed to have to think before answering in a seductive breath, "I'm sorry but I can't let you go yet. You are only delusional and submissive because you have no option to leave. If I un-handcuff you, the tranquility that has developed due to your captivity would be shattered. I have still to, as you'd put it, get mine."

D was right Leon thought to himself. He had no choice and it (in a weird way) made this easier to accept. If he was freed, he'd probably come to his senses and leave. D meanwhile had finished applying the extract to himself. Leon smelled the nature lubrication and it smelled sweet, better then the man made kind anyway. Leon still though was dazed and didn't fully comprehend what was happening, even when D moved between his legs and bent his knees.

Leon heard the Asian inhale before slowly puncturing him. Even when D was fully sheathed, Leon felt nothing more than slight discomfort. Through fogged eyes, Leon watched as D began to take his pleasure. It started as you'd expect, careful and kind. But as always the speed increased and the force picked up. D had long since buried his face into the crook of Leon's neck, making hot panting noises against the skin. Leon still felt nothing more than discomfort, even when D was growing near to his climax. His thrust became more frequent and he began kissing Leon with far more demand. Leon, faced with such force, timidly opened his mouth to admit the probing tongue.

D and Leon didn't know how much time had passed before D finally cried out and found the conclusion to his own pleasure. He collapsed onto Leon, sweaty and content. It took much strength but D pulled himself up and off of Leon and grabbed the discarded jeans next to the bed. He pulled the cuff keys out of the pocket and looked at Leon who had his eyes closed. At first D thought that Leon had fallen asleep, but this theory was squashed when Leon's eyes opened sluggishly. Silently D reached over and unlocked the metal circles binding Leon's wrists.

After a few moments, Leon sat up and this was the part that D expected him to go irate. However the detective surprised him. All Leon did was cough slightly and ask,

"Where's your bathroom?"

D was caught off guard and blankly said, "It's though that door Leon," pointing to a door to the right. Leon calmly took his clothes from D and went to take a shower. D used water from a pitcher that he kept in a cabinet to wash his passion from his body before re-dressing. He removed the soiled sheets and placed them in a hamper near the door to the bathroom. He was just fixing the new sheets when Leon emerged. They shared a few moments in silence before D said,

"Let's go to the front."

"Kay." Leon was just about to open the door when he remembered..."D?"

"Yes?" D asked as he tried to straighten a corner.

"Door's locked."

"Oh, right. The key's in the box, feel free to get it."

"What?" Leon almost yelled.

"The key is..."

"Yeah," Leon interrupted, "But you said that something was up with the box."

D paused and finally stood with a smirk and said, "I told you no such thing, you assumed."

Leon's jaw would've hit the floor at that moment. D came around to Leon's side and opened the box where a single gold key lay. Leon was in a stupor as he followed the count. 'I could've escaped at any time, he just wanted to play fucking mind games with me.' Leon thought, but too spent to be angry. D, on the other hand, had a bounce in his step as if nothing happened. They arrived at the front of the store where the count's favorite pets were waiting. Pon-chan was only a little girl and hence didn't fully comprehend what had taken place. T-chan, Ten-chan, and Q-chan however did and felt out of place upon seeing the detective.

"Well my darling detective, I believe you are fully relieved of your aggression. I truly look forward to your next visit." D said in a way that suggested more and made Leon swallow.

"Uh...yeah...sure." Leon said while thinking 'like this will ever happen again.'

"Very well, good-bye." D said turning to leave but was suddenly stopped by a hand on his shoulder, he turned.

"Yes?" He asked with a polite smile.

"Before I do this I just want ya to know that I'm only doin' this because it's something I always do after..." Leon couldn't say it.

"Alright." D was curious. In an instant Leon had wrapped his arms around D's waist and gave him a long, sweet kiss. After though, he blinked twice and ran out of the shop. D was left stunned before smiling. He knew for a fact that Leon was straight and the kiss was probably just one of his traditions. Still, it felt nice. He smiled fondly and went to his room. He discovered that he'd forgotten to return Leon's handcuffs. Oh well, D supposed, it gave the detective an excuse to come back. Next time however, he might not be so reluctant.

It was a whole seven days before Leon came into the shop. He barley acknowledged the count upon handing over a box of chocolates and then plopping on the couch. D strolled over and set the tea. Leon, however, didn't touch his.

"Is something the matter detective?" D asked casually.

"NO!" Leon practically shrieked, remembering that was how things happened last time.

"Just wondering." D sipped. There was a significant pause before Leon spoke.

"D, I just want you to know that I'm not gay. Whatever happened was nothing, I'm not gay."

"I know detective." Leon blinking and D continued, "It was purely physical. The body does not care who is providing the pleasure, only with receiving it." D fully meant it.

Leon cleared his throat, "Well good. That means it'll never happen again and we can put the other thing behind us." Leon sighed, relieved that D was taking this so well.

"I'm afraid that I can't allow that to happen...Leon." D smirked. The only things the animals heard as Leon was dragged to the back was Leon shouting,

"BUT I'M NOT GAY!"

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Author's note: Please review and no flames please!