Title: Straightening Things Out [Series: Pet Shop of Horrors]

Author: Drusilla Dax (drusilladax@free.fr)

Pairing: D/Leon

Rating: R18 [NC-17]

Summary: Leon was bringing a gift to D when he was attacked, and now he needs a bath. What happens when you mix exotic sweets, bubbles in the bathtub and a sad episode in Leon's past?

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: This fic is my answer to Ryoko's wish for some uke!leon (I hope this is what you wanted, Dear). I fear this is PWP, though the dose of "plot" and "porn" isn't well established. Sorry I was so slow, but I was trapped with Muggles... Otto... wrong fandom... *wink*

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

Straightening Things Out

Leon was in a very good mood.

This morning, he had solved a case and he had not needed to type "pet shop", "animal", "strange and unexplained death" or "Count D" in his report - that was becoming rare among the cases that ended up on his desk.

After lunch, Jill returned accompanied by a nice young woman, who was her pen pal, and she gave Leon a small red box. She said Jill had told her that Leon had a friend who loved unusual treats and the box contained sweets from her country. Before she left, she added that she hoped Leon and his friend would enjoy the bonbons and she winked, leaving a very puzzled Leon staring alternately at the small box and at the door.

Leon had left a bit early - a treat from his captain - and he was walking to Count D's pet shop.

By now, Leon was so used to that area of Chinatown that he could have found his way to D's blindfolded. He felt at ease in this district, and he dropped his guard.

He had just one more street to cross and he would reach D's block.

He was crossing the street - which looked more like an alley - when three men grabbed him and forced him to walk down the street with them.

Leon cursed himself for leaving his gun in his locker at the precinct; all he could do was stall and pray that a patrol car would drive by and spot the unusual situation.

The three men delivered him into the clutches of Don Stefano. The Mafioso was sitting in his black car, and one of his henchmen had opened the door so his boss could speak with Leon.

'Detective Orcot,' Don Stefano greeted him. 'I wanted a word with you. I hope my men treated you well.'

'Mr. Bardo, if you wanted to chat with me, you could have come to my office. In fact, I'm sure that a good half of my colleagues would be delighted to offer you coffee,' Leon declared, looking discreetly towards the end of the street.

Don Stefano saw where Leon was looking. 'I don't think you should expect any of your small friends any time soon. You see, Detective, we staged a little something on the other side of the district. No one will come and interrupt our chat.'

'What do you want to talk about?' Leon asked.

'Oh... I don't know. The way you always intervene in my business... The way I'm going to get rid of you,' Don Stefano teased the police officer.

Truth be told, Leon didn't know how he could get out of that street alive. Suddenly, the small box in his hand felt very heavy; and the thought that he had not said goodbye to D made him sad and angry. Maybe Don Stefano's men would kill him here and now, but he was damned if he was going to die without a fight.

The next seconds were decisive. Leon ran towards the smaller of Don Stefano's men, but he was much bigger and he seized Leon and threw him into a garbage container.

Then there was a great commotion, one that Leon never saw. In fact, Don Stefano's car was parked right behind one of the doors of Count D's pet shop. One of D's birds had noticed the odd black car, and now D had sent help.

Stefano's men ran away and the Mafioso ordered his driver to flee.

When Leon emerged from the garbage, the street was free of Mafiosi and D was smiling at him.

Leon was covered with disgusting things from nearby restaurants and delicatessens, but he had managed to keep the box of sweets out of the garbage.

'What happened, Count?' Leon wondered.

'I'm not sure, Detective. I came out to see if the delivery I'm expecting had arrived and people went away. Were you attacked? Would you like me to call Officer Jill?' D offered.

'Erm... No, thanks, Count. I'll go back home and call Jill from there... Erm... Could you come here and take those sweets before I mess them up?' Leon asked.

D took the box and looked at it as if it held a treasure.

'Could you move back, please? I'd hate to see your beautiful clothes dirtied with the filthy things on which I'm standing right now,' Leon said.

D moved to the side of the garbage container, and Leon hopped out of it.

'I'll go. Enjoy the sweets, they're a gift from a friend of Jill's,' Leon said and he started walking away.

'This is silly, Detective. I cannot let you walk back to your place in that state. Come in the shop, you can have a bath, and I'll have your clothes cleaned,' D said.

Leon was about to protest when D took his only clean hand, the one that saved the precious box of candy.

D closed the door behind them and looked at Leon. D made him toe his shoes and socks off, and he helped him doff his jacket, T-shirt and jeans.

'Really, Count D...' Leon started to protest.

D placed one elegant finger on Leon's lips and shushed him; then he again picked up the box that he had put on a stand next to the door, and he led Leon into the labyrinth-like corridors of the shop. Leon was amazed to notice that fumes of incense were omnipresent and that the floor was not cold. Leon obediently followed D; in fact, he was happy to have the opportunity to take a shower.

Corridor after corridor, Leon lost all sense of direction and he finally stood in front of a large door. D opened it and took Leon through his own bedroom and into the bathroom.

Leon simply gasped. He had never seen such a huge and beautiful bathroom. It was full of light, there were windowpanes with intricate flower designs, plants were enriching the room, the tiles on the walls reproduced a jungle and the marble on the floor was pink and not cold. There was one sink with a huge mirror, a shower and a gigantic bathtub where a bath seemed to be awaiting him.

'Take a quick shower, Detective, then I'll bathe you,' D said.

Leon turned to look at his host, but he was already out of the room, so Leon concluded that his ears had tricked him in a very nasty way.

There was a fluffy towel by the shower and he spotted everything he needed to wash the grime away in it.

Leon took off his boxer shorts and stepped into the shower. He let the warm water wash him. He got rid of the ribbon that held his hair and quickly shampooed it. He took the soap and thanked God that D didn't use something girly. He rinsed, turned off the water and dried himself.

Leon was looking for a towel to dry his hair when he nearly jumped out of his skin as D whispered practically in his ear, 'Perfect timing; now get into the tub.'

'I'm fine, Count...' Leon's voice trailed off as he turned around and saw that D was in his birthday suit.

Leon felt himself blushing. He couldn't achieve one coherent thought.

D smiled warmly and led Leon into the water.

The temperature was perfect; the essence oil in the water smelled so wonderful that Leon almost moaned.

'I take it you like this lemon and orange combination,' D purred.

'Yes, it's soothing and so nice, especially after the place where that man sent me. I appreciate your help, but I don't want to bother you, Count,' Leon answered.

'I can assure you that it is a pleasure to help you, Leon. I took the liberty of calling Miss Jill to tell her what happened. She said she would have some of your colleagues investigate and that she could use her spare key to your apartment to go and get a change of clothing for you, if you could wait till she finished her shift. I invited her to dinner and I hope you don't mind,' D said.

Leon had noticed that the Count had used his first name and it troubled him; he stammered that he didn't mind and he let D wash his hair again. D massaged his skull in a way that made him forget that the gifted hands that were eliciting such reactions from him belonged to a man.

When D was satisfied with his treatment of Leon's beautiful mane, he started taking care of his body.

Leon didn't object to his arms, back and torso being tenderly bathed with a huge natural sponge, but when D's hand moved down towards his penis, he jumped in the tub and put some distance between D and himself.

He held out his hand, silently asking for the sponge. As he surrendered it, D observed Leon and what he saw was not a negative reaction from Leon to the fact that another man had tried to wash his private parts, no... D saw raw fear. Something old and deeply rooted. Something taking its toll in Leon's life even after years, and D was damned if he wouldn't find a way to help Leon.

D allowed Leon to end this bath the way he wanted and he left the tub first.

Leon couldn't help looking at D. His skin was perfect, ivory white, and it looked silky. He was extremely well proportioned, even if he was inches smaller than Leon. Well, Leon was taller, but there was one part of D that was not exactly small, and Leon found himself gazing at D's crotch. D saw where Leon's eyes were resting, but he felt that the moment was wrong to ask Leon some of the questions he was burning to ask.

D dried himself and then Leon without uttering a word. He put on a bathrobe and lent Leon one of his; it was too small, but Leon was grateful for the cover.

'Shall we have tea before I find something in my wardrobe that could suit you till Miss Jill comes?' D offered.

Leon nodded and followed his host. To his surprise and horror, the usual tray and the red box of sweets were in D's bedroom.

In front of D's four poster bed, there was a small sofa and a table where the tray was waiting. Next to it, Leon found his wallet and his keys.

'I've sent your clothes to the cleaner. They should be ready after dinner,' D announced as he poured their first cup.

Leon looked at D and said, 'Thank you. For your help and your kindness.'

That was the opening that D had been expecting. 'Would you like to tell me what happened to you?' he asked.

Leon was a good police officer, and he knew what D wanted to know. 'Look, D, I'm sorry I reacted that way in the tub. Let's forget it, OK?'

As gently as he could, D took one of Leon's hands in his and declared seriously, 'You know I would never make fun of you or betray your trust.'

Without his noticing it, Leon tightened his grip on D's hand. He shook his head and said, 'I can't talk about it.'

'Leon... You cannot keep poison in your heart, or one day it will destroy you,' D murmured kindly.

Leon shivered and remained silent.

D sighed and suggested, 'Maybe you could confide in Miss Jill.'

Leon gasped and shook his head. D inched closer to Leon, who moved away from D.

D put two and two together and when he'd dealt with Don Stefano, he knew exactly which pet he'd send to the one who had abused Leon.

'Who did it? What happened?' D simply asked.

Looking at the floor, Leon said, barely above a whisper, 'This is one of my shames, D. One of the things that bugs me on a regular basis.'

'Why?'

'Because I'm an adult now. I'm a cop, and I could have the guy arrested... and I'm doing nothing because I'm ashamed of what happened,' Leon explained.

With a strength that Leon had not suspected, D pulled him into his arms and tenderly hugged him. 'Share that burden with me, dear Leon. I promise to do whatever I can to make you feel better.'

Leon sighed, looked deep down into D's mismatched eyes, and he told D what happened that day in school after baseball training. How he wasn't sure whether he liked girls or boys or both, how he was fooling around with one of his mates in the showers, how his coach had observed them, waiting for his friend to leave and how he had taken advantage of the situation, touching the boy and forcing him to come.

'Even today I could have him in jail, but that would mean testifying against him... I can't even take a shower at work with the other guys, so bringing this out in the open... How can I go on doing my job if I can't just...?' Leon's voice trailed off. He felt that another word would make him cry, and he didn't want D to see him like that.

D was still holding him and now he was stroking his hair. 'You are an excellent officer, Leon, but you cannot save the world and fight all the criminals. You're not a hero in one of those comic books you like so much.'

D was deeply moved by the fact that Leon had allowed him in the tub. He took his cup of tea and offered some to Leon, then, he fed him some sweets and bits of their fruitcake.

Leon tried to change the topic by asking D if he had eaten that variety of sweets before, but the Count was not fooled. He pushed one blond lock of hair behind Leon's ear and he leaned to kiss the police officer who was now trembling in his arms.

When Leon understood what D was about to do, he attempted to leave the embrace of his host. 'No, D! I can't! Stop, please!'

D caressed Leon's cheek, pecked him there and said, 'I can make you feel good. There will be only warmth and love.'

'Huh?'

'Allow me to show you how pleasant it can be to make love,' insisted D.

Leon shook his head, his eyes bright with tears. 'No, I can't. It's wrong.'

'Is it what that man told you?'

Oh! D would take very special care of Coach Jensen's contract.

D slowly took Leon's face in his hands and forced him to look at him. 'It is not wrong if you want it, and you know I would never hurt you.'

Leon could not deny that he started liking D the moment he met him; his guilt and fears made him deny that he wanted to feel what it was like to be skin to skin with that Chinese doll who was driving him crazy on more than one level.

Leon's eyelids fluttered when D's lips finally met his. He had never done that before and it felt right. D's lips were softer than anything Leon had ever touched.

The detective fully surrendered to his lover with a sigh of contentment.

D bathed every inch of Leon's face with feathery kisses and when he reached Leon's lips, he lovingly licked them. Leon's eyes were firmly closed, but D felt that all tension was gone from his lover and he kept on chasing away that ghost from Leon's past. After tender licks and pecks, Leon finally opened his mouth to his lover's questing tongue and he discovered that D tasted delicious.

D eagerly explored Leon's mouth as he held him with one hand and the other untied the bathrobe's belt. Leon was so intently concentrating on what D was doing with his amazingly gifted tongue that he didn't even think of protesting.

When D was satisfied with his mapping of his lover's mouth, he trailed a path of kisses down Leon's throat and torso. D licked the closest nipple he found as he placed one finger in Leon's navel. When D's tongue licked clockwise, his finger turned counter-clockwise and vice versa; Leon was arching off the sofa and whimpering.

D stopped abusing Leon's navel and planted a nail in one of the sweets and fed it to Leon, who sucked the sweet, and then the nail and the finger. D smiled; sometime soon Leon would be ready to try some other types of fun.

D slid the bathrobe off Leon's shoulders and knelt between his legs, which he spread as far as he could. D caressed Leon's thighs and he admired Leon's prick; his lover was cut, rock hard and leaking pre-come.

D took Leon's balls in his mouth and sucked. Leon shouted and opened his eyes; he gasped when he saw D, naked, on his knees and swirling his tongue in a way he had not thought possible.

Leon caressed D's hair and said, 'I... I've never... No one...'

D jumped onto Leon's lap and kissed his lips, then he captured Leon's earlobe between his teeth, abused the lobe and licked the shell. D's breathing in his ear and his balls resting on his thigh drove Leon up the wall.

'I won't hurt you. I want to make love to you. Can I?' D asked.

Leon nodded and closed his eyes again, resting his head on the sofa and surrendering to D.

D resumed his position and occupation. Once he was satisfied with his job, he took Leon's prick in his hand and gave it a gentle stroke. Leon flinched, opened his eyes and looked at D as his prick disappeared inch by inch into the mouth of his lover.

Lover.

Yes.

D was his lover and he liked the idea.

D's tongue teasing his dick-slit and that vein under his shaft, and his sucking of his helmet sipped the poison out of Leon's heart. He forgot how ashamed and fragile and exposed and betrayed he'd felt when Coach Jensen wanked him; it had been rough and violent, but this was nice and tender.

Leon knew that his prick was average, but he was deeply surprised when D swallowed him entirely. He'd vaguely heard of that, but he never thought he'd ever have a lover deep-throating him. Leon whimpered with need and lust. D pinched both his nipples and that triggered Leon's orgasm. He came with a splendid yell, and D drank his seed to the last drop.

While Leon was lost on cloud 9, D took him in his arms and carried him to the bed where he deposited him on the silk comforter.

'There is more, my Leon. That was just the beginning,' D murmured in Leon's ear before he abused the lobe that was offered to him.

Leon looked at D, and the latter could already see something different in Leon's eyes, and that made him happy.

'I was paralyzed, but I'm not stupid. There's one in my wallet if you don't keep some in your bedroom,' Leon said.

D slithered off the bed and walked to the table where he took Leon's wallet; in it, he found a blue wrapper. D walked back to their bed and Leon devoured the sight of his lover: slender, beautiful, and his prick bobbing with each small step.

D was intently reading the instructions written on the foil.

'Vanilla?' D asked, looking at his lover.

Leon blushed, but didn't answer.

D smiled and resumed his reading. 'Oh!' he said and went to the bathroom whence he brought back a small bottle.

D jumped back onto the bed and on Leon.

The young officer was hard again and when D aligned their arousals, Leon closed his arms around his lover. Their difference of height was unimportant horizontally.

D broke their eager kiss and asked, 'May I make love to you?'

Leon arched under D's touch and said in a low voice, 'Please, make me yours. I want to belong to you.'

Leon moved their pricks, the one against the other, but D placed one hand on his lover's belly and forced him to stop.

'Patience, my love, I will make you feel even better,' promised D.

D took one pillow and placed it next to the blue wrapper and the bottle by Leon's hip. Then, he gave one more thorough kiss to Leon and he spread Leon's legs before kneeling between them.

'Arch off the bed, Leon, so I can put that pillow under you,' D asked.

Leon obeyed. He felt very ready for more and he was moaning non-stop.

D took the bottle, opened it and said, 'I've found something that is compatible with your vanilla treat.' Then he dropped some of the liquid on Leon's opening and he massaged it inside his lover.

Leon had grabbed the comforter, he was slightly arching and his hair was making a fair halo around his face - his face where trust and love were clearly visible.

D knew how to use his nails perfectly and Leon never felt them, but he did feel D's middle finger caressing something inside of him. Suddenly, it was as if D had plugged him to a power station, and that felt even better than his prick buried in D's gifted mouth.

Leon reopened his eyes suddenly when D's fingers left him. He saw D carefully opening the wrapper and scrupulously following the directions he'd read. When it was unrolled down his prick, he smoothed on to it some of the liquid from the bottle.

'Love,' D whispered.

Was it a statement, or an endearment? Was it both?

'Love,' Leon whispered back.

D placed Leon's legs on his shoulders and entered him. In spite of the preparation, it burnt a bit, but when D's helmet brushed against Leon's prostate, waves of pleasure flowed throughout Leon.

D smiled broadly, because Leon was welcoming him, physically and emotionally.

D tentatively withdrew a bit, which made Leon groan, half with pleasure, half with pain. D slammed back in and his next brush against his lover's prostate made pleasure the dominant feature in their interaction.

D had never imagined that Leon would be so vocal in bed, but the young officer eagerly encouraged D to make him feel good, and D was only too happy to comply.

Leon never knew how D managed to do that, but he steadily pumped in and out of him, gathered him with one arm so he could kiss him and he also snaked his free hand around Leon's prick. The collection of sensations was too much for Leon and he climaxed violently. D swallowed his lover's shout with delight.

Leon's last shiver brought D over the edge.

Leon squeaked when D freed his legs and slipped out of him; he whimpered when D caressed his abused cock.

D cuddled him and kissed his lips and cheeks.

Leon wondered how D could show so much energy. He opened his eyes and smiled at D.

'No more fear?' asked D tenderly.

Leon slowly shook his head.

D gave a lick to each of Leon's nipples as he covered his lover and leant towards his night stand. D got rid of the used condom and took a black box.

'Strawberry or chocolate?' D asked.

'D! You've got sweets by your bed!' Leon chuckled.

'Not exactly, Love,' D said, opening the box where pink and black wrappers awaited the lovers.

Leon paled visibly.

'Shush, my Leon, I kept supplies for this day... with you.'

This time, Leon cried, but strawberry, and then chocolate, made him forget everything... Everything, but love and trust and respect.

'Now I know,' Leon said later.

'What, my Love?' D wondered.

'Which gender I prefer.'

'Would you like to stay the night to make sure?' D offered.

'Jill will tease me till the end of time when I don't escort her back home after dinner...' he stopped, nuzzling closer to his lover. 'But it's OK with me. Say, D, how long before dinner?'

D didn't answer. He had ordered Q-chan to watch for Miss Jill, so he chuckled and plundered his lover's mouth.

Things were going to be fine now - even dealing with the Mafioso and the coach became almost secondary... Almost...

'Strawberry?'

'What about you let me taste you?' Leon offered.

D grinned.

Finis