Petshop of Horrors, D/Leon, a question of ownership
D had watched Leon flirt back with the man who'd come to the shop while they were having tea. "I was under the belief that you would never really...become involved with another man--intimately," he said carefully after the customer had left.
"I'd never set myself up for an obvious crash'n burn. A risk like that isn't worth taking if it's just chasin' phantoms made with smoke and mirrors." Leon's voice was soft, but he was looking at D almost accusingly.
In the blink of an eye, D's was pressed against Leon in a desperate, passionate kiss. It was a moment before Leon was of the mind to pry D off. "Don't fuck with my head, D!" Leon's command didn't succeed in disguising the actual plea, not to D anyway.
"Very well, my dear detective." There was an honest sweetness in D's answer.
Leon's defenses came down enough to let D gently pull him to the back of the shop, through a corridor, and into D's bedroom where he allowed D to touch and kiss him and strip every bit of clothing from his body.
D had kept Leon from disrobing him in return, so that he could undress himself, purposefully, as Leon watched in eager amazement. Taking control, D encouraged Leon to simply lie back and enjoy being pleasured. He cheated a little, of course, looking into Leon's eyes after a deep, tender kiss, and putting him into a moderately deep trance just long enough to enter him painlessly. When he felt that Leon's body was safe from unpleasant trauma, he withdrew the mental control.
Leon was not only relieved to find D inside of him without having felt like he was being tortured, but he was also cast into a level of arousal that he couldn't help but give himself up to completely. He bucked his hips up with a sudden, thrust, arching his back and wrapping his legs behind D's back to push D into himself as far as possible. A long, pleadingly needful moan poured out from him. Once D began moving inside of him again, he was wailing, straining every muscle in his body to plow himself into D's thrusts, and begging D to go into him harder.
D found himself unexpectedly enraptured with Leon's surrender...with his screams. He recognized that Leon had put himself at his mercy, and was now counting on him to prove his trust hadn't been misplaced. He let down another one of his guards and began hammering into Leon with an inhuman strength and speed. He was rewarded when Leon's body went rigid and an almost hysterical, broken shriek tore out of the young man as he came violently, triggering D's own release.
Leon went limp beneath D, conscious, but unable to do anything but lie there as if sleeping.
D stretched out on top of him, a finger tracing full, relaxed lips. "I take it there will no longer be a question of ownership?" he whispered fondly.
Leon was barely able to open his eyes to slits and look into D's face. He closed them again, a smile twitching the corners of his mouth before he let out a deep sigh of utter contentment. He was asleep before he drew the next breath.
D closed his eyes and smiled serenely. "That's what I thought."