Leon let the cold water drench his skin shocking him right out of the testosterone induced mood and clearing his mind. He slowly turned the hot water up until it was steamy in the small room. Leon leaned his head against the shower wall letting the hot water stream down his hair and neck, easing the tense muscles there. He closed his eyes only to have a vision of D at his loveliest spring unbidden into his mind. D wearing Leon's shirt caused all kinds of nerves to react. His whole body wanted to follow its more primal urges but the more civilized part of his mind kept rearing its ugly head insisting that Leon behave. Oh but God how he wanted to appease the baser part of his nature. The part that insisted he make D his, that he possess D and release himself into that slender body. Leon moaned a little to himself in frustration. He hadn't really meant to start stroking himself but the pent up longing wouldn't go away. Leon knew he wouldn't last long and maybe it would take the edge off when he did face D again. He bit his lip to keep the noise level down and let his mind run free over the many images he had of D and of the many fantasy images he'd like to see come true. One of which now involved his sweatshirt but that couldn't be helped. How was he to know that D would look some damn appealing in such a mundane item. Only D could go from exotic silk outfits to a scruffy grey sweatshirt sans makeup and actually look even more attractive. Leon came with a muffled gasp and then just let his body sag in relief. The water was starting to cool off again but he ignored it and just stood for a bit collecting himself. After a few minutes the water went from tepid to down right cold so Leon reluctantly shut off. He had just pulled on a pair of sweatpants when he heard the knock on his door and just knew that Jill was here early. A quick check through the peephole confirmed his suspicions as another series of knocks rang out.

"All right already I'm opening it." Leon hollered through the closed door.

"Well hurry up!" Came Jill's muffled reply. Leon swung the door open and let her in. Jill just stared at him her mouth agape. She'd never seen Leon without a shirt on and the woman in her couldn't help but be awed by the masculine beauty in front of her. Leon stood there towel slung around his shoulders, wet hair dripping in his bare feet looking at her like she'd lost her mind.

"What?" Jill snapped her mouth shut with a gulp.

"Um, nothing. I've got that stuff you asked for." Jill held up a bag in each hand. One from the bakery and one apparently from the pet shop presumably with D's clothes and tea in it. She stole one more look under her lashes at the broad expanse of muscular chest peppered with gold hair and then averted her eyes away.

"I can't stay or anything. I, uh, just wanted to check on the Count before I go if that's all right." Leon listened to the mumbled words and wondered just what the hell got into Jill but then shrugged his shoulders.

"He's in my room. Don't look at me like that. Where the hell else was I suppose to put him?" Leon scowled at her for good measure. Jill scooted around Leon and headed for the bedroom door. She knocked gently so as not to wake him if he were sleeping. Jill had no idea that he'd been shot. She'd assumed he had sustained some minor injury or whatever and really just wanted to make sure Leon was being nice to him.

"Come in please." Jill went in and for the first time saw D without all the makeup and glamour. The part of her that yearned to be mother twitched inside her. He looked so lost in Leon's bed, the covers were pulled up to his waist and his hands were in his lap almost covered by the sleeves of Leon's shirt.

"Hey, there you all right?" Jill asked softly and settled on the bedside. D smiled a little to himself. He was very affectionate of Jill and her concern touched him.

"Yes, just a little tired and shaken up. How are you?" D asked taking both her hands into his. Jill squeezed them back lightly resisting the urge to take him in her arms.

"Well, don't let Leon be mean to you. He starts carrying on you call me and I'll come straighten him out. Promise?" D squeezed her hands back. She was such a lovely woman. He felt his heart warm to her even more.

"Of course." D didn't mean it but she was only trying to help so he promised just to make her happy.

"Good, I've bought you some clean clothes. Your cousin also sent a few things and wanted me to let you know everything was okay at the petshop." D raised his eyebrow. Cousin? His grandfather apparently then had everything there in hand. Jill stood up then and gave him a business card with her number.

"Now that's my work number, my home number is on the back. You need me. You call. No questions asked, okay?" D took the card and nodded. Jill looked him up and down for a moment and then bent depositing a quick kiss on his forehead.

"All right then. You sleep tight Count." Jill turned and walked out. She threatened Leon in passing as she headed out the door.

"Don't you be mean to him Leon Orcot or I swear to God I'll kick your ass." Leon gave her rump a friendly swat as she went by non plussed by her threats.

"Night Jill, be careful going home." With a click the door shut. Shutting the rest of the world out and shutting him and D in. Leon shrugged wasn't much for it. Leon headed off to get a spare pillow and blanket. He had settled down in his favorite recliner and was watching the patterns the passing lights made on the ceiling. He wasn't really asleep or awake when he heard the door to his bedroom creak open. He watched D through slitted eyes as he made his way to first the restroom then into the kitchen. Leon had left the fruit tarts for him on the counter in case he got hungry along with the jar of tea from the store. Leon listened to the very domesticated sounds of D trying to make tea quietly. He heard the little gasp he made when he found the tarts. A smile crossed Leon's face, he could just imagine the Count's happy reaction to those. A few minutes passed and then the light went off in the kitchen and D reemerged into the living room. He paused on his way back to the bedroom and instead turned and went over to the recliner.

"You are awake, Detective?" D asked him quietly.

"Yes, I'm awake. You need something." D was quiet for a moment rubbing the sides of the mug of tea he was carrying. Leon waited patiently for D to continue.

"I do not know. I do not wish to be alone but I do not wish to disturb you either." The admission shook Leon a little. He had never considered that D would be afraid, it just seemed beyond him.

"You're not disturbing me and for the last time it's Leon." Leon straightened the chair to a sitting position and pulled D onto the arm rest.

"You wanta talk about it?" D shrugged his shoulders and worried the mug between his hands some more. Leon watched the anxious movement his heart swelling with love and concern for the strange little man. He gently worked the cup out of D's hands and set it to the side. Something shifted inside Leon and he gave up the fight of cat and mouse. He pulled D onto his lap and wrapped his arms around him. D made a strangled sound at the back of his throat and laid his head on Leon's shoulder. He could feel his breath on his neck and Leon's body trembled against the Count's. He stroked D's back through the rough fabric and bent to capture D's lips with his own. He thought for just a moment D was going to resist him but whatever demon D wrestled with apparently lost as his mouth opened beneath his letting Leon's tongue push in. For a moment they were both drowning in the sensation both lost in the wonder of the other's touch. D shifted on Leon's lap and straddled both his legs his knees resting on either side of Leon's hips. D's head was now above Leon's and D brought his hands up to stroke at his face. Leon pulled the count hard against him and could feel both his and D's erections through there clothes. Leon let his hands slide down the Counts thighs and slide back up cupping his small backside in his hands. D gasped and broke there kiss his head going back and bearing his throat. Leon took the opportunity to suck at the hollow where his neck met his chest. Leon pushed the sweat shirt up and he rained small kisses down the front of D's torso suckling where the chest bones gave way to the soft flesh of abdomen.

"Ummm, Leon." D breathed out in a raspy voice. Leon responded by pushing D further up and letting his tongue swirl in D navel. D's finger tightened on Leon's shoulders. Somewhere D had lost control of the situation and he was unaccustomed to the sensations washing over him. He wanted Leon to stop, he wanted Leon to continue. His body shook under Leon's hands. Hands so large that the thumbs caressed the small protrusions his hip bones made while his fingers clenched tight to his backside.

"Shh, it's all right. Relax D it's gonna be good." Leon's words drifted up to him and soft kisses continued down into D's groin. His entire body weight rested in Leon's hands as his mouth kissed and nipped at the soft flesh where D's thigh joined his body. He nuzzled the soft patch of silky hair there before taking D into his mouth. D twisted in surprise but was held fast. Tears streamed from his face as Leon pushed him into letting go.

"Leon, please." D sobbed. He was being overwhelmed. Leon was making love to him. Leon was driving all thoughts from his head. Leon broke off and let D slide back down into his lap.

"Please what?" Leon asked. He bit D's earlobe lightly and then kissed away the injury. D hissed in response.

"Please what D? You want me to stop?" Leon licked the salty tears from the Count's face. D moaned despite himself and Leon kissed his lips cutting off the moan.

"I don't think you really want me to stop." Leon stood up then picking D up with him and carrying him to his bed. He pulled the sweat shirt off D and flung it over his shoulder as he went. Leon wanted to see the Count lose himself to him more then anything. He wanted D crying his name in need and in lust. He laid D down in the center of the bed and stripped off his own clothing before joining him. D looked up and saw Leon crawling up over him from the end of the bed. His eyes shining like some great cat in for the kill. Leon crept up his body until D was completely covered by him. Leon set about making love to D in earnest. Hard kisses that stole the breath away, his hands touching and exploring every inch of the available white flesh. He followed his instincts and the sounds D made to tell him where to touch and how much and how hard. D was sobbing and straining against him when Leon finally caressed him from the inside with his fingers. Leon felt the scratches on his back D inflicted when hit the spot he was searching for and gentled his touch then letting D regain some control. He stroked gently inside D helping to loosen him and causing him to writhe in pleasure. Leon stilled for a minute and smiled when D pushed against his hand in need. D's black hair had fanned out beneath his head, his lips were parted and swollen, and Leon thought he would never see such a beautiful sight again. Leon exerted all his self control over himself as he removed his hand and sank into the warmth of D's body. D cried out and arched in Leon's arms a helpless keening sound pouring out of him as Leon set up a steady rhythm gradually increasing the speed and power in his strokes. D undoing came though with Leon's constant litany of words. Words that poured from him with each stroke of love and concern. Words, that D could feel the truth of in Leon's body. Words that wouldn't let D go and he was sobbing Leon's name then as he came and took the detective with him in the rush.

After the storm had settled. Leon had left and come back with D's tea and a damp towel. Leon had cleaned D up gently watching as D struggled to stay awake. He kissed D lightly on the mouth before helping him sit up and drink his tea. D laid in his arms spent, tired and oh so vulnerable. D knew he should walk away now while he still could but couldn't bring himself to do it. If felt so right to be in Leon's arms and D was lulled by the warmth of the detectives feelings, D felt cherished and wanted. Tomorrow they would have to deal with consequences but for tonight D let the magic happen and drifted to sleep contented.