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Meeting on the job was never a good thing. It had taken them…an embarrassing amount of time, really, considering their first meeting after Raccoon City, to carve out that liminal space in-between.
It was starting to appear as though their dinner plans would be going down the drain this evening, considering their current entanglement.
Zeno flung Leon into the wall, the man crossing the room in the beat of an eye to grab Leon, yank him forward, slam him back into the wall hard enough that he could see stars in his vision. Leon didn’t take it passively, leg flying up to kick Zeno in the knee, knee catching him in the crotch. The man stumbled back at the latter, expression twisting in a mix of fury and pain. There was something too, under the surface, the hungry look that came out whenever it was Leon, as though he wanted to eat the man alive.
Leon didn’t have time to address that, pulling the pin on a flash grenade and dropping it, covering his eyes at the last second. Zeno snarled, flailing back as he was blinded, and Leon took off, scrambling down the closest hall, ducking through the first door.
Dead end — the lab had no other way in or out.
“Shit,” Leon hissed. He could hear footsteps in the hall, slow and predatory, cornering him. His eyes darted around, looking for anything that could be of use, diving to rummage through drawers and cabinets while he still had the chance.
Lab equipment, bloodied paperwork, pens, pencils, gloves — and then buried in a cabinet was a pair of what looked like handcuffs. Thicker restraint, with no visible method to open or close them.
The door slammed open as Leon had pulled them out, the man scrambling back, holding them up like a weapon.
“Do you really think that will stop me, Mr. Kennedy?” Zeno drawled, stalking towards him. Leon took a step back, reaching for a knife at his belt. Zeno dashed forward, catching his hand and slamming it against a wall, the man cradled just enough that the rest of him didn’t hit the wall as hard. As though Zeno didn’t want him hurt too much.
Maybe he thought dinner could still be on the table.
Leon had a very, very bad idea. One that would likely blow up in his face if he wasn’t lucky (and he was rarely lucky). At best, Zeno would laugh at him and they’d go back to trying to beat the crap out of one another.
“Let’s find out what these do,” he snapped, hand moving to latch the device around the wrist holding his own hand up.
The device whirred to life, lights flashing on, first green, then red.
“Bioweapon detected. Activating restraint.”
Zeno’s eyes went wide behind his sunglasses, but not before Leon managed to hook the other cuff around his wrist, flinging the man into the wall and scrambling away to free himself. There was a dull thunk as the cuffs hit the wall, pinning Zeno’s arms above his head.
Zeno snarled, yanking to try to free himself — first from the cuffs, then from the wall.
Leon would have just taken off, but suddenly, it was as though he couldn’t move, staring at the man as he writhed and struggled to free himself.
He’d never once seen Zeno genuinely struggle. Sure, the man could put up a good act, but they both knew that if Leon had him cuffed, it would take hardly a moment to snap the cuffs in two and break free.
Something about watching him struggle was flipping the switch between work and play.
Very abruptly, Zeno stilled, eyes going up as though he realized the very same thing as Leon — he really was trapped. No way out unless Leon released him.
Leon slowly crossed the room until he was nearly chest to chest with the man, able to feel traces of the man through his clothes — enough to have an inkling of what this position was doing to Zeno. One hand slowly reached out, plucking the glasses from Zeno’s face. The man’s eyes narrowed briefly, adjusting to the change, before focusing on Leon, pupils round and wide.
“Leon—”
“No cameras down here,” Leon said, carefully folding the glasses and tucking them into a pocket of Zeno’s suit. “You told me yourself.”
“We are at work,” Zeno insisted, averting his gaze. There was an almost imperceptible tint to his cheeks, hinting to the rushing blood in his veins — Zeno was aroused by the situation. Though if it wasn’t the slightest flush, the hardening cock Leon could feel pressed against him was a pretty clear sign.
“So this is part of the job?” Leon taunted, pressing the heel of his hand into the half-mast of Zeno’s cock. The man hisses, eyes squeezing shut, hips bucking into Leon's hand. Then they flick open with the realization of just what he's doing, the man stilling himself.
“Perhaps you are a distracting opponent,” Zeno replied, his voice only a little strained. He tugged once more at the restraints, though it remained a futile endeavor. He looked up, practically pouting at Leon.
“Do you intend to leave me like this?”
Leon hummed, running his hands up Zeno's chest, slowly undoing the buttons of his vest.
“I think it's only fair, considering the shit you've done to me,” he finally answered, undoing the last button and sliding his hands beneath the vest. Still with that shirt in the way, though he could feel Zeno's breath tremble beneath his hands.
Leon cut him some slack, leaning up to kiss the man, Zeno exhaling softly into his mouth, the familiar, bitter tang of ash and smoke on his tongue. He’d likely smoked just before their fight — it tasted fresh.
Leon's hands soothed along his sides, then slowly moved to toy with Zeno's waistband.
“Leon…” Zeno grumbled into the man's mouth between delicate kisses, helpless to do much more than squirm. It wasn't until this moment he realized how much he needed his hands, fingers clenching and unclenching, desperate to rake through Leon’s hair, tear the man’s clothes open, do anything.
“Let me have this,” Leon replied, untucking the man's shirt, running his fingers along bare skin beneath. Slow, languid drags of his hands against the man's lower abdomen, teasing at the v-line below his belt, Zeno slowly becoming hotter and hotter the more Leon teased. It seemed that was all the man was interested in, kissing him slowly and teasing at him, fingers slowly undoing his clothes. Zeno groaned into his mouth when Leon’s hand cupped his bulge, the slight pressure pleasant, only for him to pull away. Leon undid his belt and resumed teasing at his chest, undoing his shirt just enough to slip his hands under. Zeno squirmed as the agent toyed with his chest, the friction of calloused fingers against his nipples almost unbearable.
“Sensitive?” Leon teased, pulling back the slightest bit. Zeno growled into his mouth, attempting to glare at the man. His eyes, wide and pupils blown, made it seem more of a pout. He lurched forward in a bid to kiss Leon, only for the man to dance out of reach.
“Kennedy,” he warned, his voice a low growl. “Come here.”
Leon almost did. Very nearly, the bolt of heat coming from the low tone that tended to come out only when they were engaging in sex enough to briefly make him forget just what he was doing.
He scowled, frowning at Zeno. “Now, that was uncalled for.”
Zeno bared his teeth. “Give me something, Kennedy,” he retorted, yanking at his bound hands.
Leon hummed, moving as though to kiss the man, hands sliding across his jacket. Unconsciously, Zeno’s eyes slipped shut, lips parting, only to be left hanging as Leon took something, pulling back and leaning against the countertop.
“Leon!” Zeno hissed, jerking hard enough that the wall creaked in warning. “Do you mind?”
Leon flipped the lighter between his fingers consideringly, glancing up. If it was possible, Zeno’s gaze had turned hungry.
“You don’t need this,” Leon replied. “You don’t mind.”
“I very much do,” Zeno retorted. “That is mine.”
“You can share,” Leon replied, flicking a cigarette out.
“You don’t smoke,” Zeno replied, though his eyes followed the movement as he flicked the lighter once, twice, then lit the cigarette, putting it between his lips. “You said you don’t like the taste.”
“Maybe I like the taste of these ones,” Leon replied, his gaze half-distant, blowing out a thin stream of smoke, though his nose wrinkled slightly. He didn’t bring the cigarette back to his lips, just letting it slowly burn between his fingers.
It took a moment for it to click, Zeno’s cheeks heating, something that felt almost warm bubbling in his chest. He averted his gaze, keeping it fixed on a point beyond Leon’s shoulder.
Leon sighed, glancing forlornly at the cigarette, then back to Zeno.
“I feel bad wasting it,” he said. “Tastes better on your tongue.”
Zeno’s breath caught in his throat, blood pounding.
“So you intend to kill me, then,” he said, voice feeling weak.
Leon pushed off the counter, slowly approaching Zeno. Somehow, despite being the taller of the two, he felt unbearably small compared to Leon. Leon, for his part, wasn’t helping, one hand tipping up his jaw to mouth at Zeno’s neck, cigarette still smoldering between his fingers.
Leon’s eyes flicked up to Zeno’s, fixed on the flickering end. The man swallowed, throat bobbing under Leon’s lips as that cigarette twitched closer.
“Nervous?” Leon asked. “You want a hit?”
“I want you to put that out on me,” Zeno replied, transfixed. He didn’t seem to even realize he’d spoken for a second, before his eyes narrowed slightly, cheeks coloring.
Leon blinked, stunned. “Sorry, what?”
“What?” Zeno snapped, immediately on the defensive. It was too late to pretend like he hadn’t spoken — easier to pretend at this point he’d been intentional, and not transfixed by Leon.
“You want me to put a cigarette out on you?”
“Problem with that?” Zeno retorted. “You’ve already got me chained to the wall. Might as well hurt me while you’re at it, Kennedy.”
“I don’t—” Leon cut him off, scowling. “You’re an asshole, Zeno, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You had no problem stabbing me earlier,” Zeno retorted.
“We were working!”
“We still are working,” Zeno retorted, a wicked grin crossing his face. He spread his fingers, as though to make himself appear more defenseless. “Do your job, Agent. Hurt me.”
Leon scowled, staring at the man for a moment, then leaned in and bit his lower lip, tongue laving over it. An ember dropped from the cigarette onto Zeno’s shoulder, the man groaning lowly into Leon’s mouth. Leon’s other hand came down to pinch at a nipple, earning another low noise from Zeno.
He’d had some idea the man was into pain. He wasn’t sure how far he could comfortably take things. Zeno might have enjoyed feeling pain, but Leon wasn’t a complete sadist. He didn’t relish in others’ pain.
Maybe if Zeno really did enjoy it, he could make an exception.
Leon held his breath as he brought the cigarette to Zeno’s chest and barely brushed the smoldering tip against his skin. Zeno exhaled shakily into his mouth, arching into the contact. Light, barely enough to hurt for a moment, and then gone.
“Harder,” Zeno breathed. That was enough encouragement for Leon to find the strength to touch the tip momentarily to Zeno’s chest and—
Oh.
The sound Zeno made was unholy, a low, keening moan — borderline a whine — escaping his lips. The sound went straight to Leon’s dick, making him throb in his pants. Subtly, he pressed the heel of his hand into the bulge to relieve some of the ache, realizing that a lot of lines were very crossable when it meant hearing such sounds from Zeno.
Leon’s finger pressed into the burn, watching it fade beneath his hands. Zeno keened as he touched it, Leon dipping down to press his lips to the small circle, pulling away to find it was practically gone. Red and raw had become pink and puckered and then silvery-healed.
Suddenly he was much less nervous about hurting the man.
Zeno awkwardly bucked his hips, attempting to gain some friction, trapped cock painful in his pants. Too tight, suddenly, but that pressure was gloriously relieved, Leon tugging his pants down his thighs. His fingers crept back up, snapping the waistband of his briefs against his skin, then abandoning him once more, only the slightest pressure from Leon’s skin against his own to relieve him.
“Leon!” Zeno whined, squeezing his eyes shut. “Fuck, you—”
“Later,” Leon retorted, flicking his eyes up with a grin. He made direct contact with Zeno before the cigarette’s lit end touched much more sensitive skin, pressing into the nub of Zeno’s nipple.
The man’s back arched, eyes rolling back. If it was possible, Zeno grew harder, a wet spot forming on his underwear. He pulsed against Leon’s own abdomen, the man unconsciously grinding against Zeno the slightest bit, then he pulled away, taking the cigarette with him.
The burn was much deeper this time, angrier, pulsing in time with Zeno’s cock. He could feel his own pre slicking his clothes and the head, desperately wanting and only able to feel the itching burn of damaged skin knitting back together.
Leon pressed his thumb into the man’s nipple, pinching at it. The pain was exquisite, running straight to his groin, a whine escaping his throat. Zeno’s head hit the wall hard, panting and squirming the longer Leon toyed with him.
And then he pulled away, a smirk on his face as Zeno panted, wet eyes locking onto Leon. The cigarette burned weakly, Leon taking a slow drag of it to bring it back to life.
“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” Leon asked, pressing it above Zeno’s v-line for a moment. His gaze flicked down to his briefs, the spreading wetness in them. Leon’s fingers toyed briefly with the damp fabric, able to feel as another pulse wet the fabric.
“Of course not,” Zeno sarcastically drawled. “I might just take a nap right here.”
Leon hummed, hand pulling away. “I suppose you don’t need my help with that, then.”
“I’m perfectly fine without you, thank you,” Zeno hissed, though his hips bucked after Leon’s hand, chasing the friction he’d briefly been granted, left with nothing but wet fabric on his dick. Far from pleasurable, sticking to his skin with no relief.
Leon pressed the cigarette to one nipple, biting down on the other, and stars swirled in Zeno’s eyes. The man panted desperately for breath, squirming as another pulse went through him. Leon’s fingers pressed into the burns littered across his chest, beautiful spikes of pain through him. He couldn’t stop himself, pleasure running white-hot down his spine to his groin, hips bucking as he released into his briefs, soaking the fabric in sticky cum.
Leon’s fingers hooked into his briefs, tugging them down, eyes widening briefly, a slightly startled chuckle escaping him.
Zeon’s eyes flicked to the man, scowling once his head had stopped spinning. “Something funny, Kennedy?”
“You came just from that?” Leon retorted, snapping the waistband against Zeno’s cock.
He felt hot. Humiliated, even, a furious flush spreading down his chest.
“So what of it?” He hissed.
Leon ran a finger through the white fluid, chuckling lowly. “You’re getting so defensive. It’s almost impressive.”
Zeno scowled, though his cock twitched with interest, blood flowing back to it as Leon pulled his pants and soiled briefs completely down, fingers sliding through the mess before neglecting his cock entirely, pressing against the rim of his ass.
“Leon!” Zeno warned, face burning. “The hell are you doing?”
“What?” Leon grinned, two fingers circling the rim of Zeno’s ass, teasingly pressing in. “Shouldn’t waste it, should I? You don’t have lube.”
He wished he could cover his face, embarrassed by how quickly his cock hardened, the head bobbing near his abs while Leon fingered him slowly with his own cum. His chest, littered with small burns, itched something terrible, and Leon was purposefully avoiding his prostate, teasing just by it as he scissored Zeno open, lips teasing over those itching burns all the while. Open-mouthed and panting, Zeno was helpless, tugging at the cuffs hard enough that he feared he might take a chunk out of the wall at this rate.
If it weren’t heavily reinforced, maybe he would have — there was a noticeable bulge from all the frantic tugging, the metal sheeting having moved somewhat.
A third finger pressed in and that was when Leon twisted, thrusting directly into his prostate. Zeno practically howled, a hand wrapping around his dick to stop the near-orgasm that washed over him. Smoldering embers fell on his balls, the burning somewhere between torturous and exquisite, spots dancing in his vision.
“Oh, fuck,” Leon hissed, rapidly pulling his hand away, shaking the cigarette to try and put it out. “Shit, I’m sorry, I—”
“More,” Zeno growled, legs hooking around Leon’s back to yank him into his chest, lips mashing into Leon’s own. His tongue hungrily invaded Leon’s mouth, licking at the taste of smoke, instinctively relaxing from the familiar flavor.
“Zeno—” Leon was cut off by Zeno’s teeth in his lips, another desperate kiss consuming him. His fingers pressed into Zeno’s prostate, the man whining into Leon’s mouth, open-mouthed pants giving Leon the opportunity to pull back. Blown eyes followed each movement of Leon’s jaw, heavy cock throbbing but somehow forgotten.
“Please,” Zeno murmured, leaning forward to kiss him. “Please, don’t stop, I don’t want you to stop.”
How could he possibly resist?
Leon’s lips mashed back into Zeno’s own, their kisses rough and almost bloody as Leon tore into Zeno’s lips with fervor. His fingers pulled from Zeno’s ass, slicking his cock with what fluids remained on his hand before guiding it to the man’s hole. The cigarette smoldered threateningly between his fingers, and before he thought better of it, he pressed the lit end to Zeno’s cock.
The man howled as he was penetrated, going ramrod stiff as he latched around Leon. His cock pulsed against the cigarette, shooting ropes onto Leon’s gear and his bared abdomen, eyes rolling back. He whimpered into Leon’s mouth, near-sobs escaping him in-between babbled praise.
Leon barely lasted, slowly thrusting into Zeno’s ass, more for his partner than for himself. Seeing Zeno get off, while it made something inside him turn from the sight of his sometimes-lover in pain, was more than enough.
Leon pulled the cigarette away, dropping it to the ground to burn out while Zeno came down, Leon’s own cock still inside of him, the head twitching against his prostate. Every twitch sent a zing of sensation through Zeno, the man open-mouthed panting as he came down, eyes hazy with pleasure and pain. His cheeks were wet, the burn marks across his skin healing oh-so-slowly. Leon delicately pressed into one, Zeno hissing in response at the sensation.
Leon carefully eased Zeno’s legs down, the man shaky. At least he was held up by the cuffs.
Leon frowned, unsure how they would release him from the wall, then his eyes drifted lower, darkening with hunger.
It was a waste to just let him go, he thought, moving to kiss over his skin. Zeno squirmed, croaking out his name questioningly, only to go stiff, gasping as Leon’s tongue laved over the cum on his abdomen, licking it off.
Leon worked his way down slowly, dropping to his knees, until he reached Zeno’s dick, pressing a kiss to the burnt head before taking it in his mouth, tongue swirling around it to clean Zeno’s cum from it.
“Leon,” Zeno whined, aching to grab the man by the head. Leon hummed around him, the vibrations running through him, cock hardening for the third time in Leon’s mouth.
He had impressive stamina. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle a third round so soon.
And yet—
Leon hollowed his cheeks, sucking him down, tears pricking slightly at his eyes. But the man was experienced — he knew what he was doing, and before his gag reflex could trigger, he was relaxing around the man, the head of Zeno’s cock hitting the back of his throat.
It was wet, Leon moaning around his cock, Zeno unable to control his own noises. Too off-balance to properly support himself, he thrust shallowly into the agent’s mouth until blinding pleasure crested and he came for the third time with a low sob.
Leon’s hands ran soothingly up and down his bare thighs, the agent rising to kiss Zeno once more, the man desperately kissing back, tugging at the cuffs pinning him to the wall. It creaked in warning, something flying out of the wall and hitting the ground with a clang.
Leon finally pulled away, fingers wiping away a warmth that he hadn’t noticed on his cheek, his eyes suddenly so, so soft.
“Let’s get you down now,” he murmured, moving to rummage through the lab until he found a deactivation key. Zeno almost collapsed, Leon managing to catch him and lean him against a desk in time.
“You didn’t?” Zeno finally asked, frowning after him.
Leon laughed awkwardly, averting his gaze. “I, uh, may need to clean myself up.”
Zeno grinned weakly, though the expression on his face was diabolical. “Oh, Agent Kennedy, tell me you didn’t.”
“You did first,” Leon retorted. “If we’re keeping score.”
Zeno harrumphed. “I don’t think we are. My lighter, if you please?”
“I thought labs were a no smoking zone,” Leon quipped.
“You already broke that rule,” Zeno replied. “Wasted or not.”
“You seemed to enjoy yourself,” he said. “Considering the state of your pants.”
Zeno grumbled, lighting a cigarette, taking a deep drag, and slowly exhaling.
“I suppose I did,” he replied. “I suppose this is the part where you make your daring escape?”
Leon adjusted his clothes, cracked his knuckles, and took a moment to reload his gun. “Suppose it is. Tuesday, then?”
“I could see you tonight,” Zeno replied. “Unless you have plans?”
“I suppose I could make time for you,” Leon replied, grinning slightly. Without warning, he pulled the pin on a flash grenade, and took off, leaving Zeno flailing, pantsless and blind, in the lab.
He would pay dearly for that later.