Title: Deeper
Fandom: Pet Shop of Horrors
Author: Caer
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): DxLeon
Disclaimer: I do not own Petshop of Horrors, nor am I making any money by writing this story. This is written purely for fun.
Warnings: Vinesex, total Authorbation

"D! You jerk! Rraaar, you can't do this to me!"

"Well I should certainly think that I can, you moronic buffoon. This is a pet shop, not a daycare! And we are closed for the next couple of days. There are some errands I simply must attend to!"

~Bro...~

"But D! This is a really big case! I can't drag Chris along with me!"

~Bro... I'm hungry.~

"Hmph, and I suppose the fact that it's a drug bust in a circle of fashion models has nothing to do with your apparent... excitement."

~Cool, models?~

"You! You leave that out of this you weirdo! I can't drag Chris to a house full of scantily clad women!"

~Sure you can!~

"Well... You didn't seem concerned about the state of your Cro-Magnon apartment!"

~I didn't mind.~

"It's no use Chris," Pon-chan whispered from behind Count D's Cheongsam. "They're not listening."

*sigh*

"Don't worry Chris," Tet-chan said, glaring and growling. "As soon as he turns his back I'm gonna bite him real hard!"

"Fine! I didneedneed ya anyway!"

"And I certainly don't need you coming in here and eating all my food and drinking my good tea when you donÕt even know the difference between Good Jasmine and Lipton! You lout!"

By this time, Chris was sitting on the step. Tet-chan and Pon-chan had retreated inside the house. The Count finally ended the argument by slamming the door in his brother's face. After a moment of stunned silence, Leon slumped, staring sadly at the small white paper bag in his hand.

"Aw man... and I spent half a day's pay on this god damn bag of truffles."

Promptly the door opened and a long-nailed hand snatched the bag before the door was slammed shut again. A closed sign appeared in the window.

Leon turned and patted Chris on the head. "Well, squirt... looks like you and me are on the case. We're partners okay???" Leon smiled down at Chris and Chris smiled back.

~Really???? Cool!~

"In the meantime, I'm starved. Let's go eat Chinese."

~Yay!~

"Bye bye, Chris. Pon-Chan waved out the window at the retreating boy, and he waved back."

"Hmph...Ó Tet-chan watched too, his arms crossed and a sour look on his face. Stupid brat. It's about time his dumb brother took responsibility for once." But it was obvious that the Totetsu was already missing Chris. Count D too stared out the window. He appeared to be satisfied that the two blonds had left. He gave a small ÔhuffÕ and closed the curtains. Pon-chan turned to Tet-chan.

"He looks mad, but he already misses Chris and Leon too."

"I heard that."

"GULP*

"Hey Count, why'd you kick the stupid human out anyway? Are we really closed for renovations?"

"Of a sort, Tet-chan. I do not mind Chris' company, even despite the constant visits from that loudmouth oaf of a brother of his.Ó

Several of the animals in the shop rolled their eyes at this as the Count continued.

ÒFor the next three days, I will be at a delicate stage of a KamiÕs life. It will be vital that I am completely alone.Ó

"Huh?" Tet-chan said, raising an eyebrow. "What does that mean? Even without us?"

D smiled. "I'm afraid so. It wonÕt be long, but it is absolutely necessary that you all retreat to the deeper rooms and keep them locked for a few days. Whereas I trust you to do so, I do not trust humans. And yet it didnÕt escape the animals, how DÕs long nails lingered on the curtain as his two blond humans disappeared from sight. Shaking his head as he realized his lingering, D turned. Come now, there is not much time. Wet get get everyone tucked away quickly."

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ÒWha-ha-ha-haÉÓ

Leon and Chris both stared, gaga eyed at the beauty that dwelled within this room. Voluptuous babes were everywhere! Perfect skin, perfect bodies, perfectÉ

And Chris lamented that he would soon have a growth spurt and not be at the perfect level for viewing such fineÉ assets as these girls possessed. Of course, all the girls were fawning over Chris. It wasnÕt very often that such an adorable little boy graced the studios of the models in question. Both blonds basked in the attention.

Agog though he was, Leon still knew he had a job to do. He began questioning the girls. Insisting on close examinations, to make sure they were absolutely clean.

ÒItÕs absolutely necessary that I listen to your heart to make sure thatÉ thatÕs an interesting tattoo a I wonder if I could..Ó

At that point a scream had pierced the air. Everyone looked around, girls, Leon and a blushing Chris alike. The sound had come from the upper balcony. Immediately Leon asked the girl he was interviewing.

ÒWhatÕs up there?Ó

ÒThose are the dressing rooms.Ó

He nodded and ran up the stairs to where the scream had come from. Pulling his gun, he proceeded carefully. The door opened and a girl came running out of one of the apartments, sobbing and throwing her scantily clad body at Leon, crying on his shoulder.

A bit awkwardly, he held her by the waist, gun still held high as he moved to look inside the apartment. Backing out, he closed the door. Pushing the crying girl onto one of her friends, he pulled out his cell phone.

ÒHello, Jill? You had better get some backup down here. ThereÕs been a murder.Ó

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Minutes later, the studio was crawling with police. As Jill arrived on the scene, she was forced to duck under a moving roll of yellow tape before making her way to the upper level. As she came in, animal control was just coming out, a small animal carrier in hand. They carried nooses and nets, and though Jill couldnÕt see what was in the cage, she was fairly certain she saw scales.

ÒLeon, is that aÉÓ

ÒYeah.Ó

ÒHow on earth? Was the snake poisonous?Ó

Leon shook his head. ÒItÕs a boa constrictor.Ó

ÒSo it wasnÕt a murder.Ó

ÒMaybeÉÓ

Jill looked at Leon. He was pensive, and she knew exactly what he was thinking. Already, she could see where this was headed. Pressing a hand against her forehead, she shook it faintly.

ÒLeon, this obsession of yours is going to get you into trouble someday!Ó

ÒShe bought the snake from Chinatown!Ó

ÒLeonÉ lots of stupid people buy dangerous animals! Boas arenÕt even illegal. What on earth could the Count have to do with this?Ó

ÒThatÕs what I need to find out.Ó

ÒLeon, the shop is closed. HeÕs probably not even there.Ó

ÒNo problem.Ó Leon smiled, taking out his keys and jingling them about. ÒHe gave me a key to the shop for emergencies.Ó

Jill stared. A slow grin spread on her face. ÒYou have a key now huh? I didnÕt know you two were that serious already.Ó

LeonÕs blush was instant. ÒShut up!Ó He bellowed. ÒItÕs only to the front part of the shop, you pervert! God, heÕs a guy for godÕs sake!Ó

Jill only kept grinning. ÒWell you go, lover boy. IÕll take care of things here.Ó

Leon growled and turned to leave. ÒOh, and Jill, can you take care of Chris? HeÕs downstairs.Ó

ÒPlanning on spending the night?Ó

ÒRrrr, damn it Jill!Ó

She laughed, loving how easy it was to get a rise out of the guy when it was about the count. ÒIÕll watch him, Leon. Just call when you want to come get him.Ó

Great, thanks! Leon practically left smoke in his wake. Jill smiled. That guy had no clue. In the meantime, she went to get Chris, who was busy ÒcomfortingÓ various models. Yeah. They were brothers all right.

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ÒYo! D!Ó

Leon looked around the front parlor of the shop. It was completely empty. Not a single animal was in sight. Even the ever-present smell of incense was gone. Only a hint of it remained. All the doors that led to the deeper parts of the shop were locked. The place looked near abandoned.

ÒSheesh, if he was going on a trip, why the fuck didnÕt he just tell me?Ó Leon sat down on the couch, which was oddly cold and uninviting, without the usual menagerie around. Lighting up a cigarette, he thought about what he could do next. Obviously if the count wasnÕt going to be back for a while, he wasnÕt going to get any information out of the bastard. Might as well kick back for a little while and figure out what to do. Though, as usual, he probably wouldnÕt get a thing. The fact was, there were quite a few people who had been killed by Boa Constrictors, either by not keeping them fed, or letting them roam free. Once the poor sap was asleep, they never even knew what hit them.

Leon shuddered. Even if D werenÕt involved, heÕd hate to think of Chris being vulnerable to one of his pets. Then again, he had never even thought twice about letting Chris stay here. Fuck, even though he hated that bastard goat, he knew it would protect Chris.

Putting out his cigarette, Leon stood to go. Maybe he could salvage the day and take Chris somewhere fun. He was about to go back up the long stairway, which strangely didnÕt feel as sinister and dark as it usually did, when a creaking sound made him turn around.

One thing Leon had always prided himself on, was his attention to detail. He had checked. Five minutes ago, every door in the shop had been closed and locked. However, now one of the doors had come open on itÕs own seemingly.

ÒD?Ó Leon called out. Maybe the weirdo had just been back there all this time. Hiding no doubt! Leon walked over to the door, pushing it open carefully. He wondered if he should pull his gunÉ but decided against it. If there were any animals in there, someone could get hurt. ÒD?Ó He said again, a little louder. The air had a strange stench inside this room. It was dark, and he searched for a light but found no wall switch. Remembering that this room only had one lamp, he stumbled over to the corner. The floor was covered with objects that he couldnÕt avoid, seeing as it was so dark. As he flipped on the light, there was a slight retreating sound, as if paper was being crumpled.

The illuminated room was not how Leon remembered it. Nothing like it. The walls were no longer visible, enshrouded by a strange fog. Leon realized what it was he had been smelling. It was the smell of vegetation. The floor was covered in vines, and in the shadows of the fog, he could see more of them. They were anywhere from hair thin, to the thickness of a manÕs arm, or slightly larger.

ÒWhat theÉÓ Leon kicked an offending vine off his ankle as he walked toward one of the walls. As he reached out and touched one of the larger vines, it shuddered and withdrew. More vines dropped down, getting in his hair and falling on his arms. Absently he brushed them away. Somehow, he couldnÕt be surprised. He still had occasional nightmares about his Gattoletto coming to life and doing shit like this. D was a creepy fucker. Maybe he had finally bitten off more than he could chew, buying all these weird ass plants and animals.

A hint of worry clouded LeonÕs eyes. He moved forward, pushing the hanging vines out of his way, cursing as he had to shake a couple off of his ankles and feet again. ÒHey D! You okay?Ó Hell. It wasnÕt as if he didnÕt care about the guy. Frankly, Leon owed him, for being around for Chris. That was all. Besides, it would be nice to save D and have the shoe on the other foot for once. Leon smirked. Yeah! D would be so grateful.

God damn it, these vines were annoying! They were in his hair now and as he moved forward, the tie came out.

ÒFuck.Ó Leon turned around to find the band, but tripped on a larger vine. s"> Putting his hand forward, he landed a le awe awkwardly on the floor. Looking down, he paled. One of the larger vines had somehow managed to wind itself around his leg several times. Suddenly, Leon realized that he might be in a little trouble.

ÒDamn it.Ó He turned over and started unwrapping the vine. ÒIÕm gonna buy some fucking Weed Be Gone and toast this mother fucking plant!Ó

ÒSuch language, DetectiveÉÓ

Leon looked around. He couldnÕt see a thing. The fog and the smell of vegetation wven ven stronger now and it made his eyes water. ÒD?Ó He looked around, not seeing the count. Looking down, he saw that the vine was crawling back up his leg from where he had unwound it. He went back to the task, only to find that his wrist had been caught by one of the tenacious vines. He pulled, but it was too thick. Yet another vine had crept around his waist and was now pulling him back, causing his legs to straighten. Another vine moved with lighting speed, wrapping around his other leg.

With his free left hand, he reached for his gun, but another vine wrapped around his neck, pulling his head backp>

ÒNngh! D! Gets fus fucking plant off of me!Ó

The distraction had given another vine time to wrap around his left hand, and now, he was completely helpless. He struggled against the tightening bonds, but finally he was held firmly, his body prostrate and completely bound. More vines tangled in his hair, but otherwise, he was held completely still. Out of the shadows, came a figure. Leon narrowed his eyes, trying to make out what he knew was there. Suddenly, the face he knew so well was staring down at him, at his side. DÕs pupils were completely gone and all there was was flecked violet and gold staring through him. D was nude, save for some random vines rapped around his own body, though they didnÕt restrain him as they did Leon.

ÒI told you to stay away detectiveÓ He whispered, his eyes half lidded and sinister looking. D was so close, Leon could feel DÕs cool breath on his face. Looking down, Leon couldnÕt see the lower half of DÕs body, but rather, it seemed to be gone. Where his legs should have been, instead were vines of varying thickness, protruding from his lower body and going on for what seemed forever. Fuck. The vines were D, and Leon was definitely dreaming.

ÒI donÕtÉ whatÉÓ Leon looked back to D, whose hands were currently playing with LeonÕs hair. His lips were so close.

ÒShhhhÉÓ D whispered, his lips practically touching LeonÕs. Leon looked back at DÕs eyes and felt like he was falling into their never-ending depths. Against his will, his body relaxed. Òits too late now, my Leon.Ó And then D muffled LeonÕs feeble cries of protest with his lips, Leon struggled, but his body felt light and ineffectual. His mind was clouded and he felt more concept than reality. DÕs tongue slipped easily into his slack mouth and he knew he must be dreaming. This wasnÕt real. It couldnÕt be real. He had probably fallen asleep on DÕs couch and would wake up any minute. With that stupid goat chewing on his ankle.

ÒI assure you, detective, it is quite real.Ó A single deadly sharp nail made short work of his shirt and it was pulled from him easily, the cotton cloth of a simple T-shirt falling in ribbons around him. The talons scraped gently down his chest, even as he twisted in his bonds, the vines cutting into his arms. More vines had wrapped around him, both small and large. Singly, they were not strong, but their numbers made it impossible for escape.

ÒOr perhaps it is a dream. If thatÕs so, you should simply give into your desire.Ó

ÒMyÉ What desire!Ó Leon yelled.

DÕs eyes slitted as he drew back, his talons teasing LeonÕs flesh as they traveled down his well formed biceps and over the soft skin of his wrists. D then tangled his fingers in those of the Detectives and licked a hot trail up the manÕs neck. Leon gasped and struggled, but the tongue continued to his ear, before he heard whispered words from the pale apparition.

ÒPlease, Detective. I sell desire. Do you not think I can see it in you?Ó D snorted, seeming more his usual bastard self. ÒYou are a fine specimen of a human Leon, but you are still human, and still fettered by that most base and vulgar of human desires.

Leon choked. ÒWhat the fuck do you know about it? What gives you the right to judge me you bastard!Ó

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ÒShhhhhÉ donÕt strain yourself, my dear Leon. I will give you what you want. Do not be afraid of it.Ó

A ripping sound alerted Leon to the fact that his jeans were slowly being shredded as well. The vines quickly pushed underneath the shredded cloth, pulling the tatters from his muscular legs. He began to strain, twisting as hard as he could, managing to break some of the smaller vines!

ÒNo! I donÕt want this! Damn it D! Let me the fuck go! Let me nnn!Ó

A slender hand cradled LeonÕs neck and then his cheek. D forced Leon to look into his eyes. Again, Leon felt that falling sensation, his body going slack. The other hand trailed downward, to cradle his limp member. Almost immediately, Leon could feel himself stiffen and his breath quickened, coming in short staccato to that of DÕs slow calm breath against his. Again, DÕs mouth was on his, tongue licking his lips and coaxing his own tongue to come forward and taste what he so desired. The cool slender fingers cradled the blondeÕs head, talons slicing away a few strands of sandy blond hair as they did. LeonÕs body struggled, but the vines held tight, and Leon slowly gave in, sucking on the taste that was so D. He had imagined it like this. He would deny it, but he couldnÕt help his fantasies. D tasted sweet, and powerful. Leon shuddered at his own helplessness, but deep inside, he reveled in it.

Unconsciously, Leon thrust his hips against the cool fingers that closed so perfectly around his cock. It was not the soft grip of a womanÕs hand, but hard and demanding. D smiled against LeonÕs lips. Drawing away, he whispered into the copÕs ear.

ÒI told you I knew what you desired.Ó

Leon desperately tried to catch his breath, as the hand continued to work his now painfully hard erection. D was blowing into his ear now, his tongue dancing along the soft skin. Leon whimpered, but shook his head.

ÒJust because you know, doesnÕt mean you understand you asshole.Ó Leon said, straining foreword.

D froze. His eyes sliding shut as Leon kissed, then licked, then sucked at the slender junction of his neck and shoulder. Leon was still in bonds, so the Kami leaned into LeonÕs lips, closing his eyes and letting himself feel the detectiveÕs passion. The warmth of a living body and the heat of LeonÕs lips sent shivers through Count D. As with all animals, D could hear the throbbing beat of LeonÕs heart, reminding D that Leon too was a creature of the Earth. D yearned to drink that blood, but he had been warned against it. Kami had shunned humans long ago. Yet there was something so enticing about this one. As rude and vulgar as he was, he was more animal like. And he was fiercely loyal, not unlike many of DÕs most cherished pets.

Leon was right. D did not understand. Not fully. As simple as humans were, they were complicated, changing and forever mutating like a virus. Unlike their animal companions they had long since abandoned, even daring to fathom that they were ÒbetterÓ than their fellow beasts, not able to admit that they were just as organic and fleeting.

And yet they were a powerful force, even threatening the lives of the Kami occasionally, thus forcing DÕs kind to hide within their masses, and allow them to fool themselves about their own power. Hiding in the shadows of human ignorance while taking their revenge for those that fell.

D gasped as LeonÕs lips made their way down his neck. Rising up, D allowed the blond to suckle on his nipple, drawing a pleased moan from his pale throat. Leon responded by sucking harder, gently scraping the hardened flesh with his teeth.

ÒAaah!Ó D threw his head back and pulled the humanÕs head closer, before moving down and kissing Leon passionately. This time, Leon became more the aggressor, thrusting his tongue in to slide vigorously over DÕs. He was to engrossed in DÕs taste and passion to feel the vines that slipped between his legs, spreading them apart and pushing toward the opening they instinctively knew was there.

D felt himself nearing release. The pleasure sung through the vines that were his own body, as he was part of them. The age-old dance that allowed a Kami to birth new life if he so wished would soon be upon them. This only occurred once every three hundred years, or so, if the Kami found a suitable mate. Leon would not like this next part, and he brought a pale hand to squeeze at the head of LeonÕs erection, drawing a muffled gasp against his lips as he drew his hand in long strokes, trying to coax as much pleasure from the man as he could.

Leon whimpered, throwing his head back, and then resting it on DÕs shoulder, shuddering and thrusting against DÕs hand as it pleasured him. He had never felt like this before. It was too much.

ÒD!Ó A whispered sob. ÒD! I want to hold you. Please!Ó

D shhÕd the man and withdrew the vines from LeonÕs arms enough to let him encircle them around the slender god. Once again, D felt enveloped in the warmth of life and he kissed LeonÕs temple, wrapping his free hand around the blondeÕs shuddering form. He held on tight, knowing that Leon would struggle soon. Though he quite enjoyed the manÕs large warm hands stroking the pale, tender skin of his back, D gently bound LeonÕs hands together so they were both effectively bound in an embrace.

Leon tensed and looked at D questioningly.

ÒD?Ó

ÒShhhh, my Leon. It will only hurt for a moment, I promise you.Ó

Before Leon could ask what he meant, DÕs eyes hardened and he kissed the Detective hard, forcing their lips together as he surged forward. LeonÕs eyes widened, and a protesting yell gurgled in his throat, though muffled by DÕs lips as his body was slowly violated. Pulling away, he twisted violently, trying to escape the vines that pushed their way slowly inside of him. Once again, D caught his hair and turned his head, capturing LeonÕs eyes, and holding them with his own. Slowly, LeonÕs body stopped struggling.

ÒDonÕt fight it my Leon. Soon you will feel nothing but pleasure.Ó

LeonÕs eyes were wide, his breath coming in short gasps, but he did not pull his gaze away, even as D ghosted kisses over his open mouth. Leon occasionally shuddered and jerked as the vines invaded and filled him. The pain in his eyes slowly faded and D stroked him gently, feeling the blood slowly pulse back into LeonÕs flagging member. He kissed the blond softly, making love to LeonÕs mouth with his tongue even as he surged deeper inside the humanÕs body. This time, Leon moaned with pleasure and D responded by stroking the velvet skin of LeonÕs cock even harder.

ÒThatÕs it my Leon. Let me fill every inch of you. I will take you to heights you never dreamed of.Ó

Leon let his head droop forward as he felt the strange vines moving inside of him, pulsing and filling him. They moved against something inside of him, making him buck and see white hot spots in his vision. God, it wasÉ how was D doing this? What was he? The slender body surged against his, pulling them close, even as adept fingers stroked his member. He was going to lose it soon. There was no helping it, and there would be no turning back.

ÒD, IÉ IÉ I think IÕm gonnaÉÓ

Yes. D could feel it, the slow build of climax within the frail human. Even as he prepared to implant his own seed deep within the detectiveÕs willing body, D could not deny his connection to the detective. It was most likely the reason for DÕs current state. Leon was a suitable mateÉ even if he was human.

His blood smelled sweet and earthy. D nosed his way down the manÕs hard body, drawing closer to the organ he wished to taste. There was something else he wished to taste, but the time was not yet right. Slipping from LeonÕs bound embrace, and tightening the vines, to hold LeonÕs arms to his body. D licked his lips and slowly took Leon into his mouth, smiling at the choked cry, he drew from his darling detective. He lazily slid the member in and out of his mouth, looking up at the Detective as he did, his eyes half lidded with pleasure as he watched Leon writhe and buck, murmuring incoherently.

ÒD! Oh D!Ó

Leon felt the vines, no longer an intrusion, but welcome as they pulsed and twisted, touching places he had never known existed. Spasming, within his bonds, Leon writhed. He couldnÕt take much more of this. D had complete control and every time those liquid eyes looked up at him, Leon felt the edge of orgasm, before it fell away again, incomplete. One of DÕs beautiful hands was wrapped around the base of his cock, szingzing his tender sacks even as he felt them tighten for release. The other hand was stroking idly down his bare backside, occasionally squeezing. Leon wanted desperately to see his release, the flash of DÕs throat as he swallowed, but he couldnÕt keep his eyes open.

He closed his eyes and his head lolled back as he gave a hoarse shout as he came, not seeing DÕs long fingernail as it slashed a cut in the juncture between his thigh and crotch, drawing blood forth onto the tan skin. D withdrew from LeonÕs cock, and closed his mouth around the small wound, sucking hard, even as he used his hand to work the warm ejaculate from LeonÕs pulsing cock. Leon cried out and went limp, his orgasm still lingering, making him shudder and thrust his hips.

D was thrown into another world. BloodÉ DNA, a history of mankind, from the mud they rose from to the monsters they had become.

But there were other things, beauties as well as atrocities. There was music and the fine art of language. There was strength and hope. Above all else, there was love. And suddenly D understood. This vulgar thing, that humans had created. This fabricated emotion that made men to kill their own and to covet like mad dogs. That crude evolution of companionship that made women to sob and swoon, and fools to write poetry.

D knew now, what Leon meant. It was not the simple animal desire for copulation that Leon was constantly warring against. It was deeper. And though D did not understand it, he realized, that Leon could no more help it, than the Kami could help hating humans. It was ingrained in his psyche, and more bonding than the vines that currently wrapped around his now lax and shivering body. The muscles still quaked from orgasm, his hair hanging around his face, like the mane of the lion he truly was. And D realized, that although he did not know what human love was, he was inexorably bonded with this human now, both physically and mentally.

D rose to kiss LeonÕs neck gently, running his hands through the blondeÕs sweaty hair, brushing it back and he wrapped his arms around LeonÕs bound body, holding him tightly for the end of their bonding. D convulsed, as he felt himself ready to release. The pleasure began to sing through him, and he opened his darkened lips in a silent cry as his energy gathered within him, pooling below his stomach and traveling through those plant-like tendrils that were only a part of his true self. The vines pulsed within Leon and he jerked in DÕs arms.

ÒD, oh god, no more. I canÕtÓ

D kissed him softly, stroking his hair. ÒIt is almost over, my Leon.Ó

Burying his head in LeonÕs strong neck, D gave one final exulted cry before he released all that he was, or ratherÉ all that he would be, into the detectives willing body. LeonÕs eyes shot open and he too was engulfed in a pleasure, far more amazing than anything he had ever felt. It wasnÕt the earthy pleasure of lust. It was something beyond. Leon saw millions of things, he saw inside D, and his mind couldnÕt take it. He could feel DÕs soft silken hair brush against his shoulder as he shook his head back and forth, crying LeonÕs name over and over again. Leon struggled against the vines and they released his arms willingly as he wrapped them around DÕs slender body. He felt as if they were one entity, filled with light and heat.

They lay together, gasping. Leon was far-gone beyond sanity and he felt his consciousness draining from him. D was completely slack in his arms, but the vines slowly withdrew, and as Leon watched, they began to whither and die. Leon was too exhausted to even think about what had just occurred. It was all a dream most likely anyway. At this moment though, he had what he wanted. D lay willingly in his arms, and it didnÕt feel as wrong as Leon had imagined. Leon chuckled, not quite sanely. It was funny that the guy in the dress, with no genitalia whatsoever, had been the one to fuck LeonÉ or whatever that was.

So did this mean he wasnÕt gay? It wasnÕt like he had slept with a guyÉ not really. Had he?

Fuck it. Leon sighed contentedly and let his eyes slide shut, joining D in sweet slumber.

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ÒLeonÉÓ

ÒNnnghÓ

ÒLeonÉÓ

~Big Bro?~

ÒLeon, wake your lazy ass up.Ó

ÒNnghÉ Jill? ZÕat you? Did I get shot again?Ó

CHOMP!!!

ÒOW! GODDAMN FUCKING GOAT!Ó

~Tet-chan, that wasnÕt nice.~

ÒWell itÕs about time.Ó

Leon rubbed his leg, glaring moodily at the people around him. How the fuck did he get here? All he remembered was sitting down on the couch to wait for D in an empty parlor. Now, the place was noisy as usual, with the various animals glaring at him or attempting to clamor all over him. The smell of incense once again filled the air with its acrid smell and Chris and Pon-chan were busy cutting slices of cake for everyone. The goat glared at Leon from underneath the couch and Jill was still staring at Leon, worry turning to anger, before she smacked him on the head.

ÒOw! What the hell was that for?Ó

ÒFor making us worry!Ó Jill put her hands on her hips and shook her head. ÒHonestly Leon, if you were that tired, you could have just told me. You didnÕt even answer your phone. I was worried sick and so was Chris! If D hadnÕt found you and called us, we might have reported you missing!Ó

ÒWell excuse me! If I had known youÕd be all freaked out after a couple of hours, I would have frigginÕ called you!Ó

~LeonÕs grumpy after a nap.~ Pon-chan said, giggling. Chris nodded. Leon only growled.

ÒLeon, you slept here the whole night!Ó

ÒWhat??Ó

ÒAnd tracked mud into my parlor, and got dirt all over my coffee table! Honestly, I regret the day I ever gave you a key.Ó

ÒWho asked you!Ó Leon mumbled grumpily. Ôthough I have been pretty tired latelyÕ he admitted to himself, watching the bane of his existence, Count Holier than Thou, set tea out for everyone. ÒBesides! I have some questions to ask you!Ó

ÒI already took care of it Leon. She didnÕt even buy the snake from hereÓ

ÒYes,Ó D said. ÒTragic though that the animal will have to be destroyed. Is there no other way?Ó

ÒStrangely enough, the snake is missing. It must have gotten out somehow. We canÕt find a trace of it though. Even the dogs couldnÕt find it.Ó

ÒIs that so? How scary! IÕd hate to hear about one of our fine police officers meeting the same fate s that unfortunate model.Ó D smirked at Leon, who stuttered and glared.

ÒWell, fortunately there are only a coupla guys stupid enough to fall asleep on the job.Ó Jill said, sitting down next to Leon and elbowing him.

ÒReal funny Jill. YouÕre just a hoot.Ó Leon said, stretching. God, every inch of his body hurt! He felt like heÕd been hit by a bus. ThatÕs what he got for sleeping on this pansy ass couch instead of going home and going to bed. It was all DÕs god damn fault.

ÒThat a new dress D?Ó Leon asked crankily, smirking when he got the angered huff he desired. DÕs chain was so easy to pull.

ÒFor the last time, Detective. This is not a dress. This is perfectly fitting attire for a man.Ó

ÒJeeze Leon, youÕre such a jerk sometimes. DonÕt listen to him, Count. He thinks mustard stains are a fashion statement.Ó

~grrr grrr~

D let a small smile play upon his lips as he watched his Detective fight off various angry pets defending his honor. Leon squawked in protest, pushing them away, and then crossed his arms and sat back, pouting. Such a fleeting creature, the human, but life nonetheless. Leon now carried DÕs seed. It would incubate deep inside of his body, waiting for life. Eventually, Leon would die, and the seed would feast on his flesh in order to grow, bringing forth the next Kami in their line. Who knew that such a vile, but addicting creature would have become DÕs mate. Then again, if the stupid buffoon of a detective had stayed away, none of this would have happened.

It saddened D a little, for he had now come as close to experiencing human love as he ever would, and there was something tragic and beautiful about it, if inane. D could now see how it might have driven his Papa crazy. He too had given in to the sweet draw of human blood and human love, but he would not let it affect him. Leon would die, and eventually be just a distant memory. DÕs child would live on, eventually becoming the next Count D to run the shop. In a way, Leon would stay forever in DÕs memory because of this.

But D was not a creature of time, and this small amusement of his would pass, he was sure. He would not fall to this dangerous creature as so many of his kind had before him. Calling his angry Toutetsu off of Leon, he leaned down, proffering a cup.

ÒTea, Detective?Ó