Title: Dream? [Series: Pet Shop of Horrors]

Author: Drusilla Dax (drusilladax@free.fr)

Pairing: D/Leon

Rating: R18 [NC-17]

Summary: What happens when Leon swoons in the shop...?

Disclaimer: I'm just playing with other people's toys. May I be forgiven in my next incarnation! Flamers will be adopted by my family (if you don't believe it's a threat... too bad for you!).

A/N: I am working on a bigger fic, but I yet have to read all the stories, and do some research. Since I met D and Leon, I've had that baby plot bunny on my lap and I finally had to write it down. This is pure PWP (porn with -?- plot), sorry... I hope there are not too many mistakes... Enjoy?

Reader: Starkindler. Thanks a lot! The remaining mistakes are all mine, and I apologize for those.

Dream?

He should have known better.

Really.

He was a good officer.

A very good officer.

He did not always catch the bad guys, but he was happy with his work... till he spotted those cases.

All these unsolved affairs that had only one thing in common: a certain shop in Chinatown. Ever since Detective Leon Orcot had noticed that, he kept finding more files with strange things, unexplained deaths.

Regularly, he was brought back to Count D's pet shop.

His boss let him schedule his time the way he liked as long as there were no consequences on his job - and thanks to his fellow officer, Jill, there was none.

In his Precinct, Leon could tell all his colleagues that he wanted to arrest the Count, because he knew that something illegal was going on in the shop. However, when he was having dinner with Jill to repay her for her covering for him, his best friend was his own Giminy Cricket; she gave him tips to deal with D, she recommended sweets and cakes and expensive Swiss chocolates.

Right now, Leon had finally understood that her tips where not exactly aiming at helping him catch D and proving that he was working for the Chinese mafia, or something similar. No, her tips would have been perfect if she were trying to have Leon date D.

And since when did "Count D" become only "D" in his head? What was he supposed to do if his brain was betraying him, too?

And, pray, what was he doing, on a Friday evening, with a box of French fruit pastes that a colleague from Interpol had brought to Leon, and on his way to the pet shop?

Of course, there was that architect who had been found... Leon tried to forget it, because he feared that if he remembered he would be sick again. He had seen horrible things in his career, but that...

Leon's mantra became: I don't have a date tonight, there's been a murder, I have a bribe for D, let's investigate the shop.

His brain echoed: you haven't had a date since you met D.

The most treacherous part of his anatomy added: I twitched the first time you saw that dress, and even when you understood it was a guy in it, I kept enjoying the scenery, so shut up and keep walking Orcot.

Without acknowledging that he was angry with himself, not Count D, Leon stormed into the shop.

It was quiet and dark, and there were those light blue waves of incense which wrapped around Leon as he closed the door behind him.

He practically jumped out of his skin when D's soft voice asked him to lock the door.

Leon obeyed and walked to the sofa.

He sat down and put the box on the table.

D came in with a tray loaded with pastries and everything they needed for tea.

'This is for you,' Leon said, pointing at the box.

D squeaked with delight, which brought into the room an eager Q-chan, the flying rabbit hoping to get some treat. D profusely thanked Leon, settled next to him and poured the tea.

'What brings you here?' asked D.

Then, something totally unexpected happened; Leon practically inhaled his cup of tea, which went down the wrong pipe, causing him to stamp on one of the snakes that had slithered into the room. In consequence, the snake bit him and Leon swooned onto D's lap.

Leon felt like he was one big piece of cotton when he finally opened his eyes. Well, when his eyes decided to allow him to have a mere glimpse of the scenery.

His ears were more cooperative.

'Don't move, Leon. A snake has bitten you, but I can take care of you. I already sucked most of the venom, but I need you to trust me,' D purred in his ear.

All Leon could do was moan and slightly nod.

He would never admit it in normal circumstances, but he trusted D. What his instincts kept telling him ever since he met D was that there was some mystery going on - something completely weird - but that he could trust D with his life.

'Now that you are awake, it might be slightly unpleasant, but I need to rid you of the venom. It is not dangerous, but it might give you fever and hallucinations,' D explained.

Leon felt a cold hand on his left ankle and he shivered.

"It must be a side effect," Leon thought.

For the third time, D kissed the tiny wounds and, as gently as he could, he bit Leon to counter the venom. D was massaging Leon's leg at the same time and when he felt the muscles relax and the fever drop, he stopped biting him. With one lick, he erased all trace of the incident.

D rolled Leon on his belly and caressed him to ensure that his remedy was spreading.

Leon was moaning incoherently; the macho in him was yelling that it was wrong, but his dick argued that whoever was doing that was the most gifted lover they'd ever had.

"Lover?" objected the macho.

"Looks like it! Shut up and enjoy the ride, you twit!" concluded Leon's dick as it pulsed deliciously on the silk bedcover.

Somehow, Leon registered that he was naked. He fought to open his eyes and slightly turn his head.

'D?'

'Yes, Leon?'

'What happened to my clothes?'

D's soft laughter made him melt even more onto the bed.

'You reacted quite violently to your choking and your being bitten and you fell onto the pastries. I took care of you and finally decided that my bedroom was the more appropriate place to heal you,' D explained.

'I never guessed your bedroom was nearby,' Leon whispered.

'It is not. We now are in the heart of the shop.'

'How did I get here if I was unconscious?'

'I carried you,' D simply said.

Leon fought to have a good look at D. The young man was way smaller than he was, he was very slim, yet he could see D's muscles playing under his skin as he kept massaging Leon. That's when Leon noticed that his host was kneeling very close to him in nothing but a white silk pair of trousers.

'Say, D, what happened to your... that thing you wear?'

D chuckled and said, 'You spat tea all over it and I was covered with cream when you landed on the table.'

'Oh, I'm so sorry. It was beautiful,' Leon said.

D gently caressed his cheek and whispered in Leon's ear, 'Do not worry. It's being taken care of with your own clothes. Besides, even if it had been ruined, it is but a piece of material and your well-being is much more important to me. Tell me, do you really like that one?'

Leon felt himself blushing, but he nodded and added, 'But my favourite is the white one with the intricate blue pattern.'

'I shall keep that in mind,' D said, and he kissed the tip of Leon's nose. 'All right, turn around, now.'

Leon panicked; he was naked, aroused and in bed with a man.

'I... I ... I'm fine, D, thanks!' he stammered.

D proved that he had carried him all the way down to his own bedroom when he turned him around on the bed as if he had been as light as a rag doll.

Though he still felt very weak, Leon tried to turn around again. He was so embarrassed.

He understood that he had a crush on D, but the fact that the other man was slender - almost feminine - and that he wore dresses didn't mean that he...

'I assure you that your reaction is not unwelcome,' D purred in Leon's ear.

A hand - that should not have been so strong - prevented him from moving. The mattress moved slightly, and he heard the murmur of silk and when he dared to open his eyes again, D was naked.

D slithered on Leon.

D's skin was softer than silk and when Leon felt the other man's arousal perfectly aligned with his own, he gasped and closed his arms around D.

Leon was holding onto D for dear life. He was whimpering with need and lust as he thrust his prick against D's.

It was when D lapped his tears that he realized that he was crying. The macho part of him was extremely quiet, maybe because every fibre of his being knew that this was where he, Leon Orcot, belonged.

He didn't belong in any man's arms.

He did belong in the arms of D.

He now accepted it and some of his anger vanished, as if by magic.

Leon closed his eyes again.

When D had lapped his tears, he trailed a feathery path of kisses that ended on Leon's mouth.

D repeatedly pecked Leon's lips until Leon pecked him back, and then D licked his lover's lips.

Leon's tongue answered that Siren's call and was instantly sucked into D's mouth. Leon was surprised that D didn't taste like a chocolate factory. No, his lover tasted like all his favourite memories wrapped in a sunny day.

Leon moaned with pleasure in D's mouth and he gently caressed D's back and buttocks.

"Soft, firm. Definitely not a woman - and I don't care!" Leon thought.

He felt D's smile and his lover resumed his mapping of his body with soft kisses.

Leon's hands had long left D's skin to hold the bedcover when D's mouth reached a first nipple. D licked and bit the little bud till it peaked and Leon arched off the bed. No one had ever done that to him, and he had never suspected that his nipples were secretly connected to his groin; when D eagerly attacked Leon's other nipple, Leon's shaft was steadily weeping with desire.

D could smell his lover's arousal. He claimed Leon's lips once more and asked, 'Do you trust me?'

Leon's eyes popped open and he looked deep down into D's eyes. He briefly reflected that he didn't know which colour he preferred and then he said, his voice thick with need, 'With my life.'

D offered him another warm and happy kiss and he kissed his way south.

Leon caressed D's hair before D reached his shaft.

'D...' Leon's voice trailed off.

D stopped and looked at his lover.

Leon saw so much love - only for him - in D's eyes that he gulped and declared, 'I've never done that, Darling.'

D reverently kissed his navel and answered, 'Neither have I. Do you want me to stop, Airen?'

His fingers playing with D's semi-long hair, Leon said, 'Never. I never want to leave this bed... or you.' After a small pause, he asked, 'What did you call me?'

'Lover.'

Leon purred, literally this time, when D kissed the tip of his badly aroused shaft. Leon feared that he would explode because of the stimulation, but D kept teasing his dick slit like an expert; each drop of pre-come was licked with as much hunger as if it were the sweetest candy.

D was using his long nails to play with the exposed vein under Leon's shaft. Leon felt D's other hand cup his balls and play with them; the next thing he knew his shaft was buried in D's mouth and his lover was snaking his tongue around his dick in a way Leon thought humanly impossible.

A first time, D prevented him from coming by pulling his balls, and Leon growled.

D chuckled around his shaft and Leon came violently. Except that D had a death grip on the base of his shaft, and his dry orgasm made Leon groan.

Leon was still hard as a rock and he wanted to make D pay for that. He wanted to retaliate in kind.

'I thought it was your first time, too,' Leon panted.

D took to stimulating Leon by inserting one of his nails in Leon's dick slit and what might have been painful transformed the police officer in a puddle of jelly.

'It is my first time, Airen, but I happen to have a lot of knowledge. Practice is funnier, believe me.'

Leon opened his eyes when D placed a small pot in his right hand.

'Prepare me,' D said as he rolled on his back next to Leon.

It might be Leon's first time, he might be horny as hell, but he was damned if he was going to hurt D. Still feeling dizzy, Leon knelt between D's legs that were spread invitingly. With trembling hands, Leon uncapped the pot of cream and scooped some with his left hand. He looked at D, waiting for him... loving him. Trusting him.

Leon placed the pot next to D's hip and he leant to kiss him.

Leon's right fingertips teased D's nipples.

'Aidjen,' Leon whispered.

The smile D offered him could have put the Cheshire-Cat to shame and the love in his eyes might well have been an antidote to Medusa's look.

'Are you sure you want me to top?' Leon asked, blushing furiously.

'Yes, my own Leon. I cannot prepare you,' D said showing his long nails, 'and it would be unwise to let me possess you.'

Leon thought that D was being cryptic again, except for the nails part.

There was something magical in their lovemaking and Leon decided that he would analyze everything when he finally emptied his seed deep in his lover - the mere thought made him moan with anticipation.

D reflected that Leon's instinct was very good when the blond grabbed a spare pillow and placed it under his hips so he could have a better access to D's opening.

Leon rubbed the cream on D's opening and when D spread his legs a bit more, Leon dared to breach D with his middle finger. He did his best to rub the cream inside D. At one point, his finger collided with a small bump and the quiet D shouted in Chinese and practically flew off the bed while he clawed the bedcover to shreds.

Leon stopped immediately and gathered D in his arms. 'Did I hurt you, Darling?'

D smiled. He hugged Leon, broke the nail of his right hand's middle finger, dipped the finger in the cream and showed Leon what he had just experienced. Then he said only one word, 'More.'

Leon obeyed.

He resumed his position between D's legs and he prepared D to be taken.

Before he claimed D, Leon reflected that they needed something else besides that most excellent lubricant; he knew he was clean, but he had no proof of it to give to D. Besides, from the only times when one of his female partners had let him try that in bed, a condom had eased the penetration. Practically out of thin air, Leon saw D present him with a yellow foil. Leon put it on. D threw his legs on Leon's shoulders and invited him to make love to him. Leon placed the tip of his shaft on D's opening and the lubricant combined with the latex helped Leon enter his lover. In one swift movement, Leon found himself sheathed in D.

D was thrashing his head and was reduced to producing high pitched sounds. Leon was shivering.

This was where he belonged.

This man was the love of his life.

However infuriating D might be, Leon was in love with him.

D started reciting something in Chinese, something that made Leon happy and warm and loved.

Slowly at first, Leon moved to and fro - after all, the mechanics were almost the same. Leon kissed D and his lover's shaft pulsed against him. Leon put all his weight on his left hand, and he began stroking D's shaft in unison with his thrusts.

D caressed Leon's back and he was careful not to scratch him.

There was something in D's eyes that promised a lot to Leon, without even saying a word. Leon thought that he would love to spend the eternity with the person who was below him and that's why he slowed down his lovemaking; Leon knew that something would change when they came and that thought made Leon sad and all the more eager to go on and on.

D's skin was so soft, the small noises he was making so arousing that Leon had to surrender to his body. He frantically pumped to and fro, his own shaft impossibly hard and his lover's dick almost burning in his hand.

In perfect synch, D and Leon came.

Each yelling the same thing, in English and Chinese.

Leon slipped out of his lover and got rid of the condom, casting it carelessly on the floor. D was still on a merry cloud and he didn't even object.

Leon trailed a finger on D's seed covered belly and brought it to his lips, and he had the strange thought that his lover really should eat less sweet and pastries. Seed should taste salty; D's was like sugared cream, as if D were not a normal man.

Leon reflected that they might need a shower or at least a towel to clean a bit, but he decided that snuggling up against D was more important.

As he was drifting off to sleep, Leon heard D murmur, 'Ai ni.'

'Um?' was the best Leon could manage.

'Sleep, Airen, you'll keep these words within your soul until we can be together forever,' answered D.

'Forever? Promise?' Leon said with a yawn.

'On my life and soul.'

Leon woke up with a start.

In his own bed.

On Saturday morning.

He remembered having tea with D the night before. He remembered enjoying his company and the cakes. He remembered not getting answers... and he had the eerie feeling that he was forgetting something.

After coffee and under his shower, Leon started remembering his dream.

Bits of it.

Because it had to be a dream, right?

Leon checked his ankle and there were no marks on it. It had to be a dream, then.

Leon remembered D breaking one nail, and that was not the kind of thing that would grow overnight, so Leon ran to the shop. On his way, he stopped by a Chinese pastry to buy one of those cakes with layers of different colours.

As he was about to pay, he asked the old owner, 'Excuse me, Ma'am, but there's something I heard in Chinese and I wonder what it means.'

'What is it?' she kindly asked.

'It sounded like "ai nii", I think,' Leon said.

She smiled broadly, handed him his cake and said, 'It means "I love you".'

Leon was still blushing when he reached the shop.

He entered, wondering what his dream meant.

He hoped it was a dream.

He hoped it wasn't.

Within seconds, D appeared, wearing his white and blue cheongsam and Leon gasped. His heart started beating faster, because this could not be a coincidence.

Then...

Then he looked at D's hands and ten long pink nails seized the white box that contained the cake.

Leon felt like banging his head on one of the walls. He was such an idiot.

Leon ended up sharing D's lunch and with each bite he took, his dream seemed to fade.

When he was about to leave and he no longer knew what belonged to the world of the dreams and what was real, Leon heard a faint murmur in his head.

Two words in Chinese.

What had his D said in the dream? They had to wait...

He could do that. With the hope that eternal love was waiting for him down the line, Leon could do anything.

He turned around and whispered, 'So do I.'

Leon needn't see D's grin of happiness, he felt it.

Of course, the dream faded over the days and weeks and months, but... in the end...

Finis