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Leonard stares at the blood dripping from the hole in his sleeve. That was a close one, he thinks to himself. He leans against the carriage wall as they're returning to the headquarters, exhaustion seeping through his bones. The witch was a strong one and in the end they hadn't managed to catch her. He feels Klein’s curious gaze on him and turns to offer him a smile. Klein’s face expresses concern. What kind of thoughts are going through your head, my dear friend?
As soon as he hops off the carriage, he sways, a wave of dizziness taking over him. Surprisingly there's a hand on his arm, steadying him. When he looks, he sees Klein’s familiar face. The man immediately lets go, seemingly embarrassed as he realises how close they are. It brings a grin to Leonard’s lips.
“You were hurt.”
It's not phrased as a question. Probably the blood on his sleeve and finger is enough to raise concern. It's just that Leonard had never imagined Klein to show concern for him. It's almost laughable. He shakes his hand.
"A minor thing. Are you really concerned with my well being or is this an attempt at finding out my secrets?"
Klein's expression twists, likely regretting opening this conversation. "You-- if you're wounded you should see a healer." He looks like he's about to turn and leave, clearly annoyed by the assumption. Leonard takes that as an end to their little chat so he shines a smile and waves him goodbye. He doesn't get far before Klein catches up to him. When he looks at him, the man seems just as surprised by his action.
"Oh? I take it it's the first option then." It's quite cute really, the expression his colleagues makes, like he's been caught red handed. Leonard can't help the warm smile that sneaks on his face. "Fine, since you're so concerned, maybe I should come back to your place so you can make sure I don't die."
Klein can't believe how shameless he is. He looks ready to argue but then his eyes fall on the blood staining his sleeve and he sighs. "Fine. But I'm no doctor, I can't be of any help-"
Leonard latches onto him, throwing an arm around his colleagues shoulder - partially because his legs are starting to give out. "Come on, you can offer me emotional support."
That's how Klein finds himself with Leonard sprawled all over his own bed, legs propped on the headboard. He sighs, almost wishing he hadn't said anything. What would Melissa say if she caught him with a pretty man in his bed? Leonard seems totally unconcerned with the promiscuous position they're in. On the contrary, he unbuttoned his shirt even more and Klein finds himself staring at a nipple peeking out from beneath the thin fabric. He turns his gaze away, embarrassed.
"Your room is kinda hot," Leonard says.
Klein certainly feels the same but he knows the heat isn't even turned up. Concern making its way into his heart he approaches the man and puts his palm on his forehead. As expected, it's warm, almost feverish. "Leonard, you really should see a healer-"
The poet shuts him up by pressing a bloodied finger against his lips. Taken aback, Klein freezes in place. He's suddenly far too aware of their proximity. Like this, he can almost heart Leonard’s heart beating in his chest. He tries to pull back but a surprisingly strong grasp catches his wrist. Something shines in Leonard’s emerald eyes. Shit, he's even more beautiful up close!
Klein’s panic must be evident on his face because Leonard laughs and drops back on the sheets. "I think that demoness may have poisoned me with something. Apologies, I didn't mean to be improper," he says with a smirk that tells Klein he doesn't mean a single word of that.
Klein smiles awkwardly and finally puts some distance between them. The way his body responds to Leonard’s touch scares him as he feels himself stiffen in his pants. "I-- I'm going to the bathroom!" He bursts out and immediately sprints out of the room. Some fresh air, that's what he needs. As soon as he clears his mind he'll be able to return to his colleague without any more trouble. It takes an awful long time for his semi to soften and a lot of thinking about anything other than Leonard's chest. When he comes back the room is silent and he wonders for a moment if Leonard has perhaps taken the chance to sneak out. But no, the man is still sprawled on his bed, except he's asleep, an arm draped over his head. The slow rise of his chest is the only giveaway that he's still alive.
Klein breathes out a sigh of relief until he catches sight of the sweat pooling on his colleague's chest and forehead. Even his breathing seems to grow heavier by the moment. A sudden thought crosses his mind, what if Leonard had indeed not lied about the poison? On the verge of panic, he moves to wake the man. He gets a groan instead of a response. This doesn't look like something one can just sleep off and Klein fears it might become worse if left alone.
"Leonard, wake up!"
The beautiful man stirs awake with a choked sound, licking his dry lips as he blinks rapidly. It takes him a few moments to recognize where he is and when he does he just stares intently at the healing wound on his arm.
"You weren't joking earlier, were you? What poison is this?"
"Ah, it doesn't matter. I'll be fine."
Klein believes to have gotten pretty good at spotting lies, especially when he says so many himself. Right now, he's convinced Leonard isn't telling the truth. Fearing the answer, he leans in and forces himself to ask: "What do you need?"
Leonard doesn't answer immediately. His green eyes avoid Klein's gaze. When he finally speaks, his tone is more serious than the Fool had ever heard him. "You don't want to give me what I need."Suddenly as if realising something, he stands up, swaying on his feet. "This has been fun but I shall take my leave now."
Despite himself, Klein grabs his wrist. Leonard is so shaky that he doesn't resist at all, crashing right against his chest. Klein doesn't know where this boldness comes from but he drags Leonard back to bed. "Don't decide for me. I'll ask again, what do you need?"
There's slight shock painting Leonard's features before his lips settle into a smile. "You're not so innocent not to know, are you? You've heard the rumors, I know you've noticed."
Klein stills even as his heart rushes in his chest. "I don't want to misunderstand-"
The man actually laughs. "You're not misunderstanding anything. I like men. Are you not a man, Klein? If you don't want any misunderstandings, you should consider not keeping me locked in your bedroom with you. Who knows what I might think?"
Perhaps he only said that to see Klein's cheeks burn bright red. Perhaps he's sincere. The result is all the same. Klein coughs, flustered. He has no idea what to say to that.
"You should let me go, Klein. I do need to find someone to fuck this poison out of me soon."
Right. Poison. That's why they're here in the first place. Klein struggles to collect his thoughts. "I can help."
The way Leonard watches him suggests he's grown a second head. He seems at a loss for words. That makes Klein feel a little proud, over the embarrassment at uttering such an offer. "You- you don't have to. Have you even done this before?"
Way to go and make me feel even more like an inexperienced virgin! Totally unfair, dear poet, not everyone lucked out with their looks like you. Klein doesn't say any of that out loud however. Instead, he averts his eyes, trying to save face. "Not with a man."
"No. Let me go." Even as he says that and tries to pull away, Leonard can barely hold his own weight. There is no way he'll be able to find someone in time. Even more, the thought that Leonard might just go to a random person for this makes something spark in Klein's chest, something ugly and pitiful.
"I'll help. I can. You had no problem flirting with me moment ago, what changed?"
Leonard's lips twitch. Instead of answering, he pushes Klein against the wall, sneaking his knee between his thighs. There's lips pressed against his own, the taste of blood invading his mouth. Klein doesn't react, tensing up against the wall. When Leonard pulls back, he has no idea how to react.
"There, you have your answer." As if taken by sudden pain, Leonard pressed a hand against his face. "I shouldn't have come here."
Klein doesn't know why his heart hurts so bad at the words. He should be glad. He shouldn't want this to progress this way. It's only logical that they don't mess up their strictly work colleagues relationship. None of that matters in that moment. He wants something he can't understand. Consequences be damned, he grabs hold of Leonard's shirt and pulls him for a desperate redo of their pitiful kiss.
"I'll help," he says once they pull apart, both flushed and panting.
Leonard gives him a serious look that Klein can't decipher - though he usually can't tell what the man is thinking anyway. "You don't know what you're offering."
He doesn't push him away this time though, instead capturing his lips in another kiss. His hardness is pressed against Klein's thigh, grinding against him. Klein suspects he's more desperate than he wanted to let on. Whatever he's been poisoned with, it's ugly and feral, taking roots deep inside his body. The fever has gone even higher, Leonard feels like a furnace against his body. A new layer of sweat makes his shirt stick to his skin.
"Need you," he mumbles against Klein's neck, hot breath burning him in places he didn't know could be so sensitive.
Klein knows enough to understand how certain men like to be done though he isn't quite versed in the mechanics of it. Truthfully, he's never considered doing anything with a man before this moment, save for perhaps a few stray thoughts in Leonard's direction. He doesn't want to appear clueless so he goes about it the same way he does everything else I life, by bluffing his way through.
Leonard doesn't protest when Klein undoes the last button holding his shirt and sneaks his hands underneath. The poet's skin is soft to the touch, burning against his fingertips. Leonard responds to the touch with a moan, pushing closer to Klein. His own hands wander, working the Seer's shirt open and rubbing at his nipples. Leonard’s head falls on his shoulder again, lips mouthing at the skin. Klein finds a curse escaping his lips, he hadn't expected his neck to be such a sensitive area. Each breath sends shivers down his spine and brings more blood between his legs. He almost pushes Leonard away, momentarily overwhelmed.
"Fuck, need more…" the man mumbles against his skin, teeth grazing it briefly. Unfortunately for him, Klein really isn't versed in this kind of passion. He tries to decide on a course of action without embarrassing himself by outright asking what he should do.
Sensing that his partner is far too clueless and awkward, Leonard takes matters into his own hands. His fingers fumble with Klein's pants, unbuttoning them in a frenzy. The stiffness tenting Klein's boxers doesn't shock him. He chuckles, falling to his knees with a wicked smile on his face. "I could do so many things to you, make you see stars." His seductive words are cut short by a cough as whatever poison he's afflicted with makes itself remembered. He looks in pain, face scrunched in a frown and eyes shut tight. Klein takes pity of him, moving to hold him. He feels a little awkward, with his body on display like that. Eventually, he decides to ask.
"My dear poet, tell me what you need."
Leonard smiles at the endearment. He leans his forehead against Klein's thigh. "In the most crude and plain words, I need you to fuck the poison out of me." He looks up, green eyes burning though Klein's soul and adds, "Can you handle that, Klein?"
That is that, then. Klein helps his colleague to his feet only for both of them to fall over the bed afterwards. It's a better suited place for this activity though Klein knows he will always think of tonight when he sits in it. The smell of blood and roses surrounding Leonard will serve as a reminder. He doubts it will leave his room and it certainly won't leave his mind.
"Do you have oil?" Leonard asks.
Klein shakes his head, cheeks flushing again. The poet sighs. "Help me out of these," he says instead, pointing at his tight pants. The outline of his erection is visible through the material, making Klein wince in sympathy. It must feel like hell in those tight confines. He doesn't waste more time and helps pulling them off, trying desperately not to visibly react at the side of Leonard's cock peeking from a red lace thong. It shouldn't even be surprising, he'd always known the man was an eccentric. Now, with Leonard's naked body displayed in his bed, Klein can't help but appreciate the beauty that man truly is. He's not one for thoughts like that but he can't stop staring at him. A sudden desire to kiss every lean muscle and scar on his skin takes over him. He's taken out of it by Leonard bringing his own fingers to his mouth.
Klein watches transfixed as Leonard sticks out his tongue and swipes it over two fingers, licking them slick with spit. Then, he pulls the thong to the side and the fingers disappear between his ass cheeks. Klein really isn't an expert on such matters but he knows that doing that with just a little spit is either painful or possible if the person has been recently fucked. For some reason, neither option appeals to him. Judging by Leonard's frown is the first one, his expression tightening into a grimace with each move of his wrist. He doesn't waste much time preparing himself, giving up in favor of dragging Klein towards him. Shaky hands pulls the Seer's boxers down and he sighs when his cock makes contact with the cool air. He doesn't get the time to get used to the feeling before a pair of lips wrap around his length. Leonard takes him to the base, wetting the flushed skin with his spit. He pulls off before Klein can go truly mad from pleasure. No one's ever done that to him before.
"Come on," Leonard says, encouragingly spreading his legs impossibly wide.
Well, Klein can't exactly change his mind now. Not that he wants to, with how desperate his own body is getting. He gives his dick a few strokes, spreading the spit all over the skin and positions himself between his partner's legs. It enters him with a little difficulty and once inside it feels a little too tight, like his skin is being scraped off. Klein ignores that and chooses to focus instead on the sounds escaping Leonard's lips. His moans are sinful, filthy and delirious. Unable to resist, Klein holds himself against the wall and starts moving, each thrust feeling like a drag of flesh against flesh. It's borderline painful, yet so good at the same time. The sensation drives him mad with want, he start moving faster before he knows it. Leonard's moans are encouraging, whether it's the poison or he's just that much of a slut, he's truly enjoying this.
Hands come up to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. Klein yelps in pain but doesn't push him off. Instead he moves just a little faster, chasing that feeling burning between him. He can't take his eyes off Leonard's dick, bouncing against his stomach almost pitifully. It's so red and swollen, leaking at the tip, like it's begging for something. Klein doesn't touch it, too overwhelmed to think about anything else he might be needed to do. He's never been this close to another man's parts in such a context. The pleasure is bordering on too much. That must be evident on his face because Leonard's fingers cradle his cheek, a fond expression spread on the man's face.
"Done so soon?" His words are mocking and annoying but they serve their purpose. They remind Klein he's not supposed to do this for personal gain. He has a mission and that is to cure Leonard. Grinding his teeth, he forces himself to focus on the man before him rather than his own pleasure. His brain is scrambled and it's hard to think but he manages to reach for Leonard's dick and wrap his fingers around it. It's almost impossible to focus but the uncoordinated strokes seem to work well enough. Leonard's moans become louder, his stomach muscles pulled taut. His hole feels like it's sucking Klein inside, tightening desperately around him. He gasps, moaning pathetically.
"I won't last- Leonard!"
Klein isn't sure how to proceed, if he should pull out or keep going with the approaching orgasm. Thankfully, Leonard solves that for him as he wraps his ankles tightly around Klein's middle. "Do it inside." It comes out like a desperate order and it's all it takes for Klein to let go in the best orgasm he's ever experienced.
He loses himself for a moment, vision going blank as he collapses over Leonard. Lips capture his, their moans muffled together. The taste of blood fills Klein's mouth just as his seed overflows inside his partner. Klein doesn't know how long exactly it takes him to come to his senses. The first thing he notices is the stickiness on his hand and chest. Then, it's Leonard's loud breathing near his ear and the spit drying on his lips. He tries to move, detangling himself from the mess of limbs they've become. His whole body feels like jelly. The poet isn't faring much better but at least he doesn't look on the verge of death anymore.
Now that the urgency is gone, embarrassment sinks in. Klein chuckles awkwardly as the reality of what transpired in his room fully hits him. Leonard doesn't seem bothered at all. He chuckles and leans back, putting a hand under his head. "You're cute when you blush."
That only causes Klein to blush more. He'll need some time to fully process this. For now, he doesn't know how to react, stuck between verifying if Leonard is cured and running away never to be seen. Fortunately, as if guessing his thoughts, the poet makes it easier. He wipes the cum from his chest with his shirt - it's already dirty and ruined, probably need to be thrown away - and stands up. "I'll borrow your shower for a bit. Do you have a spare shirt, by any chance?"
Klein nods, not quite trusting himself to speak. He offers his colleague the first clean shirts that he sees in his wardrobe, struggling not to stare at his soft cock and handsome chest. When Leonard moves, Klein catches a glimpse of his used hole, pink and raw with white - his seed - spilling from it. Leonard simply steals a towel from Klein's room, wrapping himself with it. "Show me to the bathroom," he asks.
When Klein points him in the correct direction - after pulling up his pants - Leonard disappears in said room. It doesn't take him long to clean himself. When he comes back, smelling strongly like Klein's soap, he finds the man pacing around the room. It seems to amuse him though whatever comment he'd planned dies on his lips. "I didn't intend for tonight to go like this," he admits. Then, with a shrug, he adds. "No regrets though."
"Y-yeah. None here either."
The Seer doesn't react when Leonard adjusts his shirt - Klein's shirt - and hair. "You've been pleasant company but I'm afraid I'll have to take my leave now. See you tomorrow!" Leonard opens the window, half outside before the turns to look one more time at his colleague. He puts on his hat, winking at Klein right before he lets himself fall. Klein doesn't need to look out to know he lands just fine but he still rushes to the window, driven purely by instinct. Once Leonard is out of sight he collapses to his chair, pitiful and naked, except for his boxers.
How the hell is he supposed to go back to normal after this?