Oh gosh, prompts are always hard to decide on sometimes. Gosh maybe... Cliches: "Do you trust me?" or Alphabet K - "Kill me now, it would be better than listening to you." ??? Metaltango hell here we come!
this is now so late that i don’t know if you even want it anymore but ansdfjkgnh here you go, finally!
warning for some clothes-on dubcon (but hey re4 kreon... that’s kind of a given lol) and character death (I’m so sorry I first make you wait seven months and then I kill Krauser off??)
Leon spat out a curse, royally pissed off. That had been such a rookie mistake, letting his guard down. Granted it had only been for a second but he knew Krauser, he knew that a second was more than Krauser needed. In a flash Krauser had knocked his gun from his hand and had twined fingers painfully in his hair, throwing him against the nearest wall.
Then Krauser used the grip he had of Leon’s hair to slam his head against the stones. For a moment there was nothing but pain, Leon’s ears ringing as he struggled to get back in control of his own consciousness. He tasted iron, and spat blood on the ground.
Then there was a large body pressed against his own, Krauser easily pinning him against the rough surface. “Missed me, comrade?” he practically purred into Leon’s ear, the question ending in a low rumble of laughter as he knew he had the upper hand now. Leon’s weapons were all scattered on the ground, sans his knife, but that was currently tightly trapped between his chest and the stone wall.
“Like a persistent itch,” Leon shot back, gritting his teeth as he tried to struggle. He hadn’t actually expected to get away, but it still surprised him how strong the iron grip on him was. There was no way Krauser was this strong, he hadn’t even--
Leon’s thoughts were cut off as Krauser widened his stance slightly, pressing his hips right against Leon’s ass. It was more than clear how much he’d enjoyed their frantic attempts to kill one another, and Leon’s traitorous body shivered in response, the memory of times long gone returning like no time had passed at all.
“Say whatever you want.” Krauser laughed again, clearly pleased. How was it even possible that he sounded so infuriatingly smug? Shamelessly he rolled his hips to grind against him, a breathless edge to his voice as he spoke. “I have no qualms admitting I missed that mouth of yours.“
There was a knife, of course there was a knife, this wouldn’t be Krauser if there wasn’t a fucking knife. The flat edge of the cold blade was pressed against Leon’s lower lip and he froze, tried not to get accidentally cut by it. Carefully, savoring the moment, Krauser ran the knife all the way along Leon’s lip, to his jawline, ending the trail at the long line of his neck.
“Want to give me a refresher?“ Krauser rumbled. “Still as eager to drop on your fucking knees and choke on cock?“ He kept moving the knife, the sharp edge of it scraping the vulnerable skin of Leon’s throat, the pressure never enough to breach skin. And Leon hated himself for the way his heartbeat sped up, how his body seemed to think they were back in the jungle, where having Krauser this close had always been more than welcome.
“It’s hard to decide,“ Krauser went on, running his mouth like he always had, “which part of you I missed the most.“ As if to underline the words he rolled his hips again, drawing a reluctantly pleased shiver from Leon. He was spurred on by that, the next movement harsher, and it was a testament to how his attention slipped that the knife dug into Leon’s skin, tasting blood.
The cut wasn’t deep, but it was enough for blood to trickle down the side of Leon’s neck. He didn’t pull away from it though, but instead set his jaw and stood his ground, pretending like none of this got to him. “Just kill me now,” he growled, “it would be better than listening to you.”
Krauser laughed. “There he is,” he said, almost proud, “that spitfire I remember. We used to have so much fun together.”
And the worst part of it was that he was right. Leon still remembered the fevered touches, the frantic way they’d tried to get enough clothes out of the way as they’d devoured each other’s mouths, the way they hadn’t been able to get enough of each other. It had felt like something more was building from it, it had felt like---
Forcefully Leon shook himself from those thoughts. He squeezed his eyes shut, knowing that he’d only get one chance at this, and when he spoke his voice was so silent it was barely audible. “I loved you, Jack.”
Krauser froze. His grip on the knife went slack, only for a second, but Leon only needed a second.
As hard as he could, Leon threw his head back and smashed his skull into Krauser’s face. Krauser staggered backwards, easing the iron grip he had of Leon, and that was enough for Leon to spin around and kick Krauser’s feet from under him.
The next thing Leon knew Krauser was lying on the ground, Leon straddling his chest, with his knife buried in Krauser’s throat down to the hilt.
Leon gulped in large, heaving breaths of air, trying his best not to panic. He hadn’t known how he’d feel about it, not after everything had gone so spectacularly straight into hell between them, but when he watched the light dim in Krauser’s eyes he felt nothing but regret.
Eventually Leon got up on shaky legs, letting go of the knife as if he’d been burned. He bent down to grab his gun and turned his back on Krauser.
As he walked away, he pretended like his heart wasn’t breaking.
