Petshop of Horrors, Count D/Leon, earned 2/3
Then D turns and looks at him, with that faint smile as if he were about to offer Leon tea, and says, "You must be tired, Detective. Please, come with me."
So Leon follows him.
He isn't exactly surprised when they head out into the jungle. D could probably live inside the trees if he wanted. But instead, there's an actual house, or as close to a house as you got around here. D leads him into that, then takes away his bag of dirty clothes and hands it to a golden-furred monkey (who immediately opens it and makes indignant noises before vanishing, with the bag).
Then D starts to strip him.
Leon doesn't protest. He tries to help once or twice, but D pins him with a look, so he stops. He isn't sure what D's trying to prove, here. That he's dirty? That he needs a shower? Maybe it's some kind of proof of trust, although since D probably saved Leon's life five minutes ago, that's kind of stupid.
Or maybe it's some other kind of trust he's proving, because D's hands linger on Leon's skin sometimes, even if he is all sweat and grime from travel. Leon doesn't even bother pretending to object. He's had too much time to think about shit like this since he left. He likes girls, but he likes D too, and so what if it's yet another rule D breaks? Not like that's anything new.
Another monkey hops up on a stool next to D, and hands him a cloth. D thanks him, then hands the cloth to Leon and gestures to a bowl of water Leon's pretty sure wasn't there before. "Prepare yourself."
Leon swallows hard, and nods. Feels like he's volunteering to be the sacrifice for some pagan ritual. But he bites his tongue and sponges himself off anyway, because he's an idiot, but he's sick of feeling dirty, so he might as well be a clean idiot.
Then D takes the cloth away, and hands him a vial of oil. Leon stares at it and for a second his head spins. This -- Jesus fucking Christ, D's asking --
"Detective?"
"Yeah," Leon manages, and pulls the cork out of the vial.
It's awkward, sticking his fingers there, but not as uncomfortable as he thought it would be. Especially when he looks up again, and D's as naked as he is, just finishing smoothing another cloth over his own skin. He looks up and meets Leon's eyes, and it's real. D wants to fuck him. D's brought him back here, and told him to lube himself, and D's going to fuck him.
D sits down on a couch-thing, and extends one hand in silent command. Request. Whatever it is: Leon knows what it means. He's pretty sure he should be panicking now. But instead, he walks over, and straddles D's legs. He leans down to kiss D, and D lets him, kisses him back. It helps remind him why this isn't just him getting in way over his head.
Leon sits up, and feels behind him for D's cock. Takes a deep breath. Lets it out as he pushes down, and D's pushing up, and holy shit D's inside him, and it feels -- it feels -- feels painful, and vulnerable, and awkward, and he can't remember ever being this turned on in his life.
D touches him. Not his cock, though after a while Leon's ready to beg for it, but his chest and his arms and his face and his thighs, faint and teasing. Finally D speeds up, and pulls Leon down into one more kiss, and whether it's the kiss or the angle or just D, Leon comes, hard, and hears D whisper his name as he shudders and goes still too.
After a while, D pulls him off. Leon's glad, because he isn't sure he can move. D gets up off the couch, though, and tugs on Leon's wrist, so Leon follows him into another room. More monkeys meet them, including the golden one from earlier, which scolds at them -- Leon can almost hear the words in the monkey-talk -- and throws another cleaning cloth at Leon. Leon tries to catch it, but D takes it from him, and cleans him, soft and gentle.
Leon opens his mouth to protest, or at least to say something. Ask if they're going to do it again, maybe. But D stops him with a finger on his mouth. "Sleep, Detective."