>part one<
“It must have been quite the New Years party, detective.”
“It was, until my ride home tossed me out of her car because I didn’t want to go to her place.”
“Considering the condition of your apartment, I don’t blame her for not wanting to go to yours.”
“Aargh,” Leon has managed to gain a sitting position, “Very funny. I wasn’t interested at all, I’ll have you know.”
D smiles and pulls Leon to his feet. “You are all right, I trust?”
The slightly taller man puts his arm around his quasi-friend for support. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just need to dry out, that’s all.”
D guides him over to the couch and helps him sit down.“Wait here. I will see if I can find you a towel and something dry to wear until you sober up.”
Leon suddenly realizes just how soaking dripping wet he is and sees the wet
spots on D’s clothes.“I’m so sorry, I got your-”
D makes a dismissive gesture and disappears from the room.
Leon looks after the retreating figure, and through the alcohol induced haze notices that D is still fully dressed at 3 in the morning, and wonders if the other man ever sleeps...
A short time later, the two men are talking and having tea. Leon is wearing nothing but a red Chinese robe and slippers, but is still to drunk to care about being embarrassed.
“Really detective,” D is saying, “You should get drunk more often. I can’t remember you ever being this pleasant and polite when sober.” He grins mischievously.
“Hunh. I only act like a jerk because I don’t want you to think that I like you.”
“Oh? But you do like me?”
Leon fiddles with his cup for a moment. “Well, um, yeah, I do.”
D is thoroughly enjoying this. Leon has completely lost his normal inhibitions. He leans forward, hands clasped together. “How much?”
Leon pauses, but then a goofy grin spreads over his face. He reaches across the table and pulls a very startled Count D into his lap and gives him a big smooch.
D is stunned for a moment, but then pulls away. “Detective...”
“Stop calling me that. I do have a name.”
“Leon, this is a bad idea. You’re drunk. You’ll regret this in the morning.”
Leon looks at him. “You don’t like me much do you? I mean, I thought you must have to put up with all my crap and still be nice to me, but if you don’t....”
D puts a finger on Leon’s lips to stop his babbling and gets out of his lap. “Please, it is time for you to get some sleep. We will talk more after you have sobered up, yes?”
“Oh, all right.” Leon pouts visibly.
D leads Leon upstairs to a spare bedroom. Leon is walking a lot better now, though he still has difficulty.
“You can sleep here tonight,” D says indicating the bed.
“Great,” replies the detective. With that, he scoops D up into his arms, but promptly loses his balance, and falls onto the bed. He lands heavily on top of D, temporarily knocking the wind out of the smaller man.
“Wha-?” D gasps, but his protest is cut off as his mouth is covered in a passionate kiss. Leon’s mouth still has some taste of alcohol to it, but it was mostly washed away by tea and the mixture is actually rather pleasant.
For a while D allows himself to enjoy it, but comes to himself as he realizes that his outer clothing has been removed and he is wearing only his undershirt and leggings.
“Mmph!” he protests.
Leon breaks off the kiss, but not his hold on D. He pulls his friend under the covers with him and practically smothers him in an embrace. D struggles until he realizes that Leon only wants to hold him. Once he stops
struggling, the detective falls asleep almost immediately. D sighs and nuzzles closer to his friend. He hopes that Leon will not regret his actions in the morning.