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Day 5: Tragedy
Finally finished my (very, very) late entry for @kreonweek day 2: clothed sex! And for once it's a fic rather than art
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
https://archiveofourown.org/works/68447216
Title: Don't Flinch
Rating: Explicit
Tags:
Painplay, Cigarettes, Cigarette Burns, Dom/Sub, Dominant Leon S. Kennedy, Submissive Jack Krauser, Praise Kink, Cunilingus, Trans Leon S. Kennedy, Trans Jack Krauser
Summary:
! (very late) for Metaltango Week @kreonweek Day 6- Cigarette Burns !
Leon doesn't like that Krauser smokes, in an attempt to get him to quit he turns the pleasure of nicotine into the pain of burning flesh. It seems to only have the opposite effect.Â
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Word Count: 2.8k WARNINGS: Canon Divergence, Porn with Feelings, Smut, Dubious Consent, Anal Sex, Urination, Makeup Sex, Top Jack Krauser, Bottom Leon S. Kennedy, Game: Resident Evil 4 Remake (2023)
In a world without gods, they anointed each other with pain and desireâuntil nothing was left but faith.
ââKrauser and Kennedyâ The names hung in the air like a raised guillotine, ready for the release. Not a gasp, not a cough could be heard; the gathering was silent as the grave, although some participants fought a mighty battle with their facial muscles as they waited for a reaction from either party. It wasnât a long time coming.â -.-.- Itâs time for the annual charity gala on the base. Leon doesnât know whether to be happy about the chance to dance with Jack Krauser or dread it; the man himself is less than thrilled
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Late entry (oops) for Day 7 - tango/dance
The Plaga Queen
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â ď¸WARNING: Resident Evil 4 Remake (2023), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Dubious Consent, Anal Sex, The world bows to the Queen
Something was off about that sound.Â
Leon narrowed his eyes slightly. Heâd heard shotguns being cocked more times than he could countâbut this time, the familiar âclackâ lacked something. The heavy thud of a shell sliding into the chamber was missing.
âYou didnât even load it,â he muttered, pressing a hand against Krauserâs solid chest. His other hand darted down, gripping the bulge between the older mercenaryâs legs.
Krauser let out a short, muffled gruntâand he felt himself grow even harder.
Leon lifted his waist, the shotgunâs muzzle still buried in his arse. He hooked a leg upward, grinding against Krauserâs too-close hips. Tilting his head back into the manâs searing breath, he closed his eyes and kissed that scarred, rough mouth.
âBet that big thing of yours feels even better inside,â Leon whispered lowly, âCome on, big boy.â
âYou think youâre in charge now?â Krauser growled against his ear.
Leon let out a strained breath but didnât answer. His lips still curled into a faint smile as he dipped his head to lap at Krauserâs earlobe. Inside him, the Plaga queen stirred, thrumming with anticipation at the proximity of the male. It drove Leonâs mind and body toward one primal directive:
Dance.
Celebration.
Reproduction.
He kissed Krauser again, slow and deep, heat blooming outward from his core.
Tilting his hips slightly, he shifted the shotgun muzzle deeper into his arse, moaning as the cold steel grazed something tender inside. Then he grabbed Krauserâs wrist, guided it, and began to move, shallow thrusts, letting the hard metal stretch his flesh, stroke his nerves, light him up.
He trembled against Krauserâs mouth, whimpering, voice hoarse and low.
âI want you,â he breathed. âI want you inside. Use me. Fuck me. I know you want to.â
The shotgun slipped free with a wet sound, and Leon hissed at the emptiness, impatient, aching. But the absence didnât last. Something hotter, thicker, and far more alive replaced it: the veined length of the mercenaryâs cock, heavy with want.
It pushed in slowly, thickly, and Leon gasped, threw his head back, eyes shut tight, arms winding around that scarred neck, legs locking tight to draw him deeper.
His bare thighs brushed Krauserâs waist, knees squeezing. Krauser glanced down, and despite the blackened streaks now spiderwebbing his skin, Leonâs eyes remained crystalline blue.
For a fleeting moment, he saw the rookieâthe stubborn, bashful recruit who used to glare at him during drillsâstill there, still his.
Leonâs hands roamed his ruined body, fingers reverent. At last, he took Krauserâs left hand and pressed it to his chest, just over his heart.
âIâm here,â he whispered. âIâm here, Jack.â
Krauser gave a guttural roar and began to ride him in earnest.
He thrust into him like he meant to carve himself into memory. Again and again, his grip bruising, his breath ragged. Their bodies slammed together with a rhythm that felt less like sex and more like a surrender to the ancient rites written into blood and bone.
But Leon⌠didnât break.
Even as the Plaga queen surged in him, rippling heat down his spine, stoking hunger and drive, his will remained sharp as a blade. He kissed Krauser, deep and anchoring, and something shifted.
Not submission.Â
Dominance.
Leon arched his back and tightened, not to cling, but to command. The parasite responded to Leonâs command by syncing its rhythms to his, amplifying resolve instead of replacing it. Heat coiled around Krauser, not just from inside Leonâs body but from something moreâan invisible net of pheromone, scent, aura, desireâdrawing the infected male into a state of deep, primal obedience.
Krauser moaned. Not in pain, not in hungerâIn relief.
He buried his face in Leonâs neck, hips snapping into a wilder rhythm, chasing warmth, chasing him . Every nerve in his corrupted body was pulled toward the calm at the center of Leonâs flame.
They fucked until they shook, until they couldnât tell where the parasite ended and their own breath began. The darkness faded into fevered light. And when Krauser finally collapsed against him, soaked and spent, Leon was still there, still holding him, stroking his hair, whispering nothing but his name.
Something changed.
The black veins on Leonâs skin began to recede, like tide pulling away from the shore. The Plaga was still inside him, but no longer in control. His mind was clear, sharp, and bright.Â
He was Leon S. Kennedy again.Â
He rose on shaking legs, took a breath, and looked down at the man curled against him.
âI should go,â he said softly, voice steadier than it should have been. âAshleyâs still waiting for meâŚâ
His thighs were slick, his entrance still stretched and glistening with their aftermath. But his eyesâhis eyes were calm. And maybe just a little shy.
He turned, half-dressed, pausing at the shattered doorway. Then glanced back, like he needed the answer.
âYou coming?â
Krauser pushed up from the floor, face shadowed but gaze open. He crossed the distance in two strides and pulled Leon into his arms again, holding him like the world hadnât just fallen apart and rebuilt itself inside them.
âAlways,â he whispered.
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Super late shibari drawing for @kreonweek day 1, based on this photoset
late but here is some art for @kreonweek day 7: beheading !
I still plan on finishing my two fics but writing is not cooperating with me so here is this instead !
Metaltango Week Day 7: Tango/Dance
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