May 17
RE4 OG and Remake Leons are so different in a way that tickles my fancy what if I commit the Onceler phenomenon.
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RE4 OG and Remake Leons are so different in a way that tickles my fancy what if I commit the Onceler phenomenon.
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Missing you more than I miss myself
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Leon S. Kennedy/Leon S. Kennedy (re2 x re4) Explicit!! Word Count: 1.4k Tags: Selfcest, Quickies, Masturbation, Handjobs, Reuinion sex (kind of), Fluff, Smut, Comfort No hurt, Leon/Leon, Leoncest, M/M Read here on Ao3 Other notes: This is a sequel but can be read as a standalone, first fic can be found here: Ao3 + tumblr
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Sometimes missions take the older Leon away for longer than the other likes, he needs to take care of himself somehow.
Living with yourself would never really be normal-normal, but it was as normal as they made it. They had dinner together every night unless one was away with work, weekly movie nights became a bit more than weekly, and the house didn’t feel so desolate anymore. The younger Leon had his own room decorated to himself now, they’d somehow managed to work around legal identity issues with Hunnigan’s help and they both had their own jobs, as much as being a barista was out of the youngers field of expertise.
The older had been away for a while on a work trip that’d gone longer than expected, a few nights turning into just over a week. The rookie, as Leon had affectionately stuck with calling him, was curled up on the couch in one of the blankets off the others bed, wrapped tight around him while some evening movie special played on the tv. He missed him more than he thought he would, as much as he hated to admit it and wouldn’t dare to to anyone else, being alone in the empty house and coming home to silence was staring to grind on him. He was somewhat used to it, but when it was longer than he had prepared for was when it played on his mind more than usual.
The movie was mundane, something about two lovers and some disaster that was destined to keep them apart that they had to keep defying, he could care less with the movie being nothing more than something to kill time. Leon stared at the screen, shifting uncomfortably as the cool air threatened to seep in through the blanket. The movie was almost over, the lovers had reunited and things were getting steamy. At least sex scenes in movies were less uncomfortable when watching alone. The movie ended and Leon just stared at the credits blankly, eventually shifting to turn the tv off and grabbing the blanket and moving to his own bed. Might as well go to bed, nothing else to do when the loneliness was making itself comfortable.
Staring at the ceiling, the rookie’s thoughts wandered. How different the movie night could have been with the other Leon, all cuddled up against him, their warmth seeping into one another. There wouldn’t be a need for the heating to be turned up so high in the winter night if they had one another. It was a long trail they wandered down, going from cute and cuddly to how much he missed the others hands on his body. He couldn’t resist even the thought, squirming in place as his own hands wandered against his skin. He was hard against his pants from the thoughts alone, his gently rutting in search of more friction. Lost in his own thoughts, Leon never noticed the front door unlocking nor opening and closing. He took no notice of the sounds of boots being placed by the door, a bag being dumped and a coat being placed on the coat rack in the entryway. He was so lost in his mind, small gasps slipping from his lips as he snuck his hand beneath the waistband of his pants, still searching for the feelings he so desired.
The older Leon had finally made it home, the darkness in the house made him think that the other was out for the night or had already gone to bed. He made himself comfortable, putting his boots away and shedding his layer of outerwear. His phone had gone flat on the way home, hence why he hadn’t let the younger know of his arrival. Plus, maybe it’d be a nice surprise. If he was asleep he could leave a little trinket or such on his bedside table, or tuck him in with a nice forehead kiss. Moving to the bathroom, it was only on his way past did Leon notice the others bedroom light still on, seeping through the crack of the slightly open door. The blonde stopped, hearing faint noises come from the room. Was that.. Moaning? A moment longer and he was sure his ears were not betraying him.
Should he have moved on my now? Surely. Was this kind of disgusting of him to still be here, listening in when the other clearly had no idea he was there? He didn’t really want to think about that right now. The rookie’s moans grew louder and more desperate, grunts and groans making their way into it. Fuck, Leon missed that sound. He couldn’t help but palm himself through his pants softly, the noises were so obscene it was like a melody to his ears. “Leon-” The older's movements stopped immediately, fearing his cover had been blown. The moans persisted though, his name once again littering itself between them. Oh fuck.
Thoughts getting the best of him, the agent slipped through the door. Somehow, the younger still didn’t notice him, eyes screwed shut as his hand quickly worked at himself. He looked so cute and disheveled, pants haphazardly pulled to his knees in desperation and his shirt peeled up his chest as he tweaked his own nipple between his forefinger and thumb. His eyes were screwed shut so tightly that it wrinkled the skin around them. A gorgeous sight. Leon needed to get his hands all over it. He moved closer, waiting for a moment when the rookie abandoned his cock in favour of caring for both his nipples to wrap his own fist around his cock. The youngers eyes immediately flew open at the contact, a loud gasp filling the room as his eyes darted to the hand around his cock then to the man it belonged to.
“Leon!” The younger stopped teasing himself to wrap his arms around the other, the largest smile crossing his face as he hung on for what felt like dear life, slamming his face into the other for the sloppiest, most desperate kiss he could muster. “I missed you.”
Leon reciprocated the hug and the kiss, only shifting back slightly when the kiss broke. “I can tell.” The tone of his voice carried a soft tease, his hand not leaving the other dick as he began to stroke it firmly. His arousal never dwindled, still staying as stiff as he started under the others grasp. The reunion theatrics were cut short for the more pressing matters at hand, the agent slipped onto the bed besides the other, wrapping his free arm around him and pulling him close. This was a lot softer than they usually were, the longing settling in softness rather than the expected carnal need and lust the older expected when he arrived. He kept stroking the other one firmly, watching him nearly ball up into his side as he kept stroking him gently, rapidly bringing him to the edge.
He whispered sweet nothings into the others ear as he kept up the motions, bathing in the warmth and glory of the moans slipping from the younger. Leon knew he was close, it was such a telltale when he started to squirm again. “Come on, show me how much you missed me.” That brought a deeper, more lustful, grunt from the rookie as his grip on Leon tightened. “Close.. Haah-” The agent tightened his grip and quickened his pace, brushing his thumb across the tip of the others dick and smearing precum all over. It only took a few more strokes until the younger cried out, silenced by the older's lips against his own as his hips bucked into his hand uncontrollably, his sticky cum spurting messily all over his stomach and the other’s hand.
Their pace slowed, everything finally winding down as the rookie rode out his orgasm, hips finally steadying against the other. “Oh my god…” They took a moment for them both to come back to their senses, sharing another short and sweet kiss before pulling away from each other and cleaning the younger up.
“You okay?” A soft nod came from the rookie as he pulled his clothes back on. “Yeah, yeah. You didn’t say you were on the way home!” He just looked flustered now, face a light but saturated pink as he shyed away from his gaze. “My phone died on the way home, sorry rookie.”
They finally made up for the lost closeness, it was always such a relief when the agent returned home safe and things could go back to normal.
PIN-UP UNDER THE CUT!
puppy rookie leon + ashley doodle
i may make a proper leshley version of the rookie one later! but for now it's implied leoncest lol
Recently hopped on that Leoncest, given that re9 Leon/re2 Leon would be an amazing combo
they survived everything. except each other. (LeonRE2R & LeonRE9) LEONCEST
spreading Leoncest's agenda around here
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All wound up and short on time
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Leon S. Kennedy/Leon S.Kennedy (re2 x re4) Explicit!! Word Count: 2.2k Tags: Selfcest, Desperation, Handjobs, Sloppy Kisses, Really Sloppy kisses, Dry Humping, Cowgirl(boy) position, Top re2 Leon, Bottom re4 Leon, Porn without Plot, Leon/Leon, Leoncest, M/M Read here on Ao3 Other notes: Title and inspiration from All Wound Up by She Wants Revenge.
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Leon can't get comfortable, something's eating away at him. His body is burning and it feels like someone spiked his drink with an aphrodisiac.
Thankfully, the other Leon finds this incredibly hot.
The younger wriggled in the older's grasp, squirming in their cuddles as he struggled to get comfortable, it was apparent that something was bothering him.
Leon looked at the blonde attached to his side, an eyebrow raising as he watched him struggle against him. "You okay?"
The rain pattered against the window as the pair were curled together in their bed, fluffy blankets tucked around them snugly. The rookie twisted again, eyes locking with the older's for a second before drawing them anywhere but his eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine."
The rookie’s mind was elsewhere, he felt like he was losing it. His entire body was warm to the point he felt like he was sweating through his clothes and his cock ached like he'd taken a vow of celibacy. Leon could swear someone had put some sort of an aphrodisiac in his drink, even though he hadn't gone out in who knows how long and it was quite literally impossible, his mind begged to differ through the cloudy, lust filled thoughts.
He looked at his boyfriend, his perfectly aged reflection, who didn't believe his claims of fine for a second. Although, he did chose to ignore it, just pulling the boy closer to his chest and kissing the top of his head. Yet the younger still seemed put out, eventually settling as his entire body felt like it was shoved in a furnace and he sat in his own skin uncomfortably. The settlement only lasting for a few minutes at best before it got the better of him. The younger rolled over abruptly, plastering himself up the other’s side with far less care than before, the blanket between them becoming dishevelled with his movements. He leant his chin on the other’s chest, looking at him with these lust filled doe eyes, face flushed a deep pink to a point he almost looked sickly.
The agent didn’t have to look at him for too long until he cocked an eyebrow. “Yes, Leon? What is it?” The other seemed to shy away inside, but his face remained in this needy stare. Words failed him, just a little whimper came from him as he seemingly found his confidence. He leant over the other, gazing at his face adoringly before going in with a kiss that was far, far rougher than intended, dragging a small grunt from the other Leon. The kiss went on for longer than anticipated, the older’s arms slinking around the other’s waist, resting in the small of his back and idly playing with the waistband of his pants as the younger’s tongue slipped into his mouth.
Hands began to roam, the rookie leading more than usual, his hands slipping under the older’s shirt and running against his sides, taking in every scar and bump along his skin. The older man was gorgeous, really. The rookie had grown past the view of that being himself and only held admiration for the other man. He was one to fall for older men, some captains back at the police department he’d passed briefly on his orientation had caught his eye, the other Leon before him was no exception. Feeling every mark on his skin beneath his finger, he delicately smoothed the pad of his thumb over a larger scar on the others hip, all these marks just made the other all that more appealing.
Eventually, they pulled apart, the rookie breathing far deeper and harder than the other, looking as if he’d just completed a set at the gym. Silence hung between them for a moment, nothing uncomfortable, just slightly tense. The rookie wasn’t one to be so straightforward like this, he’d never come onto the agent so strongly before, their bedroom dynamic was very much so… Not this. The change was far from unwelcome though, the older didn’t think his other self had it in him, really. But now he was leaning over him with a slack line of their spit connecting their mouths, the appeal was already causing a bulge under his comfy sweatpants.
“So that’s what’s been bothering you.” For a second there was a flash of doubt behind the younger’s eyes, had he gone too far? Was this too much? The way the other Leon’s body relaxed under him settled his mind quickly, the sheer arousal he felt not allowing the doubt to make itself comfortable.
He nodded with a breathy “Yeah.” before he went in to kiss the other’s neck, pressing kisses into his pulse as he slowly worked his way over his collarbone, ghosting over it almost cautiously. As gentle and careful as his movements were, they were still laced with hunger and desperation. The rookie’s eyes flickered up to the other as he reached the neck of his shirt, hands snaking down to tug at the hem for wordless consent. With a soft nod from the other and some semi awkward shifting, he slipped it off the others head and continued his kisses down. His kisses followed in a straight line down the center of his chest and down his stomach, eventually reaching his belly button and happy trail leading right to where he wanted to be. But he didn’t want to be there quite yet, he wanted to take it a little slowly. As slowly as his lust filled mind would let him, at least.
The rookie’s hands roamed over the others bare skin, listening to all the little hitches in Leon’s breath as the temperature difference left goosebumps in his wake. A thumb slipped over a nipple, eliciting a soft, surprised moan. Music to the youngers ears. He tweaked at his left nipple with his thumb and forefinger, rolling the bud between them as the older man started to squirm, his pants tenting more than before. His kisses persisted up the side of his neck and jaw, teasing the nipple and kissing every sound that came from the others mouth. Who knew the big scary government agent was so vocal when being ‘looked after.’ The rookie’s breath was heavy, his mouth now replacing his fingers around the others nipple as his hand roamed down again, simply running over the others skin and taking it all in as the older man’s moans hitched as he tried his best to hold them in.
Another silent call for consent came when the younger’s fingers graced the edge of the other’s pants. Approval was granted with a gruff and a nod. Leon let his grasp on the others nipple go now, just watching how own hand cup the others bulge through his pants and rub it gently, holding back again. His own hips shifted subconsciously now, chasing the friction it wasn’t to be granted yet. Leon even let out his own little whimper at the situation unfolding, a near silent cry of need. Somehow in it all, the youngers legs ended up wrapped around one of the older's legs, the small shifts in his hips being picked up by the older, causing a quirk in his eyebrow as he watched his lover. “Just how pent up are you?”
For a moment the only sound was the laboured breath falling from the rookie as his eyes locked onto the others. “I-” He seemed sheepish now, his movements around the others cock through his pants unceasing despite it. He seemed guilty. “I don’t know.”
“You’re almost humping my leg like a dog.” Leon’s voice was stern but assuring, that classic voice he used to egg the other one on, less dominant in nature than usual. With the tone he just shifted his leg further into the other’s crotch, eliciting a strangled gasp from the younger one before he thrust his hips into it, hard.
The friction felt unbelievably good, so much better than usual. He felt like he was losing it again. Straightening his back up, he locked Leon’s lips into another kiss, this one somehow more desperate than the first. It was sloppy, drool slipping between their mouth and down both their chins as the younger’s hands cupped the others stubble littered jaw. His hips ground into the others thigh now, his own knee pressing against the other’s cock harsher than he meant for it. Small moans filtered into the kiss as his hips went faster, movements growing sporadic and unrhythmic.
He pulled away with heavy breaths, spit between them still linked as he went back in for more kisses between his words. “Please” A hand roamed again, straight on the others cock, cupping it again with clumsy need. “Need.” More slopy kisses. “You inside me. Please.” he sounded like he could cry if he didn’t get what he wanted at this point, like he’s fall apart if he wasn’t stuffed and fucked right now.
The agent pulled away properly now, wiping the spit from the rookie’s chin with his thumb and a loving caress. “I’m not going to stop you.”
Nothing else needed to be said before the rookie was ridding himself of his own pants and taking the other Leon’s with them, his shirt being discarded somewhere with them. They both sat there stark naked now, it wasn’t an uncommon sight but it was one the younger would always cherish to take in, only for a moment though. The younger let a long drip of his own split hit the head of the others cock and took it in his hand, stroking firmly as he rubbed it around and made sure his other half was at full hardness. His other hand snuck between his legs, taking to pressing against his own ass. He didn’t tend to need much prep, but little was better than none.
Moments later and a fear the older may just cum already from the others desperation, the younger grasped over to the drawer for their lube, lathering the older’s cock with it once he had a hold of it. His eyes flickered to the other again for consent, another nod and he raised himself over the other, carefully positioning Leon’s cock at his entrance. With bated breath, the rookie sunk down, a small hiss as his under-prepped body adjusted to the fullness, a moan quickly replacing the noise.
The adjustment was short before the younger was raising himself up again, a death grip on the other man’s waist for leverage. It started slow and nice before the need that had been eating away at him all day took it’s biggest bite. He rode the others cock like his life depended on it, his movements and timing were sloppy but fuck the sheer context of it all, his neediness and desperation, made it all that much hotter. it was messy but felt so fucking good. The noises coming out of the rookie were downright pornographic and the other’s moans were mixing into the gorgeous medley, the slapping of skin accompanying it. Their neighbours probably didn’t think it was as gorgeous but that was a problem for another time.
His legs were aching not before long, his movements rapid and needy, his ass clenching already as the agent’s cock rammed into his sweet spot over and over and over again,. He was seeing fucking stars. The needy desperateness was finally fading away as his orgasm approached. “Leon-” Small curses tied his words together as he leant back, arms gripping onto the other Leon’s lower legs now as his cock bounced against his stomach with every bounce. “-I’m gonna cum.”
Leon just sat back and watched, his own grunts and moans being served by the sight in front of him and the tight warmth around his cock. “Good- Me too-”
The younger came first with a loud cry, his sticky cum lathering his own stomach almost to his chest, quite the sight to behold. He held out though, body doubling forward on himself as he continued to ride the older with heavy breaths, drawing several more spurts of seed onto the others stomach. With what he swore was the last of his energy he managed to pull the older’s orgasm from him, hands grasping his hips and pulling his shaking body down as far as possible. The older’s hips thrust up abruptly as he came, covering the others insides with his own seed. They both sat connected like that for a moment, lips seeking each other for a kiss as their bodies wound down.
The younger was first to pull away. “Holy fuck. I- I just did that.”
The older stroked the others cheek lovingly, holding him with great care. “You did, well done.” A soft kiss pecked on his lips. “That was so fucking hot, you have no idea.”
“It was?” He shifted slightly, a small wince of pain that would settle in properly soon, but a sense of pride as he felt the other mans cum threatened to slip out of him. “Thank you. I don’t know what came over me.”
The agent laughed with a loving caress of the others arm. “I don’t know either but it should come over you again more often.”
Both of them just laughed and helped the rookie off and cleaned him up. With a drink of water they both settled back into bed for some nice, comforting, now very naked, cuddles.
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Leon S.Kennedy/Leon S.Kennedy (re2 x re4) Explicit! Word Count: 5.4k Tags: Selfcest, time travelling, slowish burn, blowjob, couch sex, smut, Leon/Leon, Leoncest, M/M, Porn with Plot Read here on Ao3 (recommended due to length) Other notes: Sequel can be found here: Ao3 + tumblr
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Leon had encountered more bioweapons than he could count, things with more eyes than he could count, more legs than he could count, and more heads than he could count; he'd never encountered this before, though. A bioweapon that looked exactly like him in his 20s, standing still clad in his R.P.D. uniform, begging for his life before him.
“And why shouldn't I shoot you?” Leon sneered, knuckles white with the grip on his handgun, barrel pointed straight at the space between the others eyebrows.
He'd touched down from Spain only days before, still in the paranoia high after he'd returned the president's daughter and been checked over at the hospital. Right after being allowed to go on his own merry way, he'd been called about a minor breakout nearby, something that he could clear in but a few hours on his own. It had all gone to plan; the bioweapons were still in their early mutations, only a couple of extra limbs here and there compared to being complete monstrosities. One bullet to the brain did them in immediately, their bodies slumping to the ground in a pile to be dealt with by a decontamination squad later on.
But this problem couldn’t wait for any other squads, not like they’d have a squad to help that wouldn’t try to dissect him like a frog in a high school science lab.
“Because I’m not like them! Please—please believe me.” The younger version of Leon certainly wasn’t wavering in his charade; perhaps he was the real deal. After all, he didn’t seem to have anything wrong with him or out of the ordinary, nothing besides being the agent’s own spitting image 6 years ago. “I—I know you have no reason to, but I’m just a police officer, and I—It’s my first day on the job, and there were these monsters, and now I have no idea how I ended up here. Please.”
Clearly this... thing. wasn’t what Leon thought it was. This wasn’t a bioweapon; this was so much more human. The begging definitely struck a soft spot in Leon’s heart. He remembered this feeling and remembered just how vulnerable he really was on his first day. Requesting a fact that only he would know about himself, he received an anecdote from high school that had him visibly recoil, protest for the other to be quiet coming from his own mouth as he lowered his gun. The look on the younger’s face immediately relaxed, a sigh audible from how far apart they stood; honestly, Leon thought the other was going to cry, but thankfully he kept composed enough to do so.
“Alright rookie, I believe you. Come on, with me until this is cleared, watch my back, and I will have yours.”
The rookie, as Leon had somewhat affectionately started calling him, clung to the older for dear life until the outbreak was cleaned up, even with no answers as to where the younger man had come from. Leon had come to accept that he was here now and that was that, and it seemed the younger had come to the same conclusion and that he was now the older one's problem. Taking their leave after a final scout of the area, Leon took a call with HQ to report his findings and confirm the area was safe. This came with its own issues, though.
“Yes, the area is cleared and secured. I have one survi-” Something tugged at his mind; did HQ really need to know about this? No. No, they didn’t. The woman on the other end of the call asked Leon to repeat himself, soon nagging into his ear as he stood and stared, contemplating as she thought he’d lost connection. “Nothing, sorry Hunnigan, the area is secure and clear, no abnormalities in the outbreak, that’s all I have to report.”
The trip home was quiet and somewhat awkward; eventually getting back to Leon’s apartment, the rookie quickly found himself relaxing into his environment. It was his home after all, even if it wasn’t quite the same. It somehow seemed even less lived in than it had before; it was clean and tidy, but not quite cosy. Clearly as he aged, he spent less and less time at home, perhaps out on missions. His attention was quickly stolen by the small display of photos atop a unit; there were only a few, but they all seemed to show significant meaning, one of which stood out to the rookie himself. At the end of the police training academy, there he was, front row, sitting on the bench looking absolutely proud of punch of himself. What were such fond memories to the rookie had a bittersweet taste to the older. There was another photo, one that seemed far more recent, of Leon with some blonde girl; they both looked incredibly dishevelled, neither of them ready for a photo nor particularly willing looking. The rookie was about to ask a handful of questions regarding the image before Leon took his attention.
“This is how this is going to go. You’re going to stay with me until we work this out.” Said so confidently by a man with not a hint of a plan. He was lucky to have a spare room, not quite something someone could call a bedroom from all the storage boxes and a dusty, unused desk, but there was a bed, so that’d do. The younger man nodded, placing the photo frame in his hands back on the unit and following the older man as he gestured for him to follow him down the apartment, showing him the kitchen, bathroom, his own room, etc., etc., until they came to the spare room. “I know it isn’t much, we’ll go get you some new bedsheets and tidy it up a bit. Make yourself settled.”
He seemed to take that more as an order than a request, Leon taking to his own room as the rookie shed himself of his tactical gear, finally a bit more comfortable in just his uniform-assigned cargo pants and the long-sleeved white shirt that he wore under his uniform shirt. It looked a little funny, but it was far more pleasant to get comfortable in than so many layers. Leon soon appeared in the doorway, gesturing for the other to come with him; he really wasn’t joking when he said they were going out to get new bedsheets; all he could do was pray that no one realised they were quite literally the same person and just chalked it up to them being related at best.
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Time passed with little to no developments; neither of the men had any clue what the younger was doing here, how he got here, or how to get him back home. Over the last few weeks, Leon had tried contacting any scientists he knew, but none of them had any answers regarding time or multidimensional travel; all they could draw up were blanks. No one else in similar fields could yield any answers for him either; his vagueness most likely didn’t help his situation either, but he wasn't willing to share too much information and risk the well-being of the rookie.
Although, as time carried on, it didn’t seem like either of them particularly cared to strive to find answers as desperately as they once had. Leon found the nights to be a bit less lonely with the company, and the rookie found he hadn’t particularly left much behind, especially when Leon explained how their life was about to go after that first unfortunate day on the job. They'd gotten used to each other, comfortable in what now wasn't an eerily silent apartment from either timeline. They had dinner together a couple of nights a week that eventually ended up being most nights; movie nights eventually came after a few weeks. It was easy to find things to enjoy when they were the same person.
It was nice to come home to someone, Leon thought. Those days in the office certainly took a toll on him, so coming home to someone to talk to about his day or whatever was a welcomed change of pace, especially when it was someone who understood what was going on. More often than not, the rookie would even make dinner when Leon worked a night shift; he wasn't half bad, and nothing beat the sensation of opening the front door to the smell of a freshly homecooked dinner. Things were changing, and it was nice.
Leon hadn't realised he'd been staring straight through the younger him. Sat on the end of the lounge, he was watching some documentary on TV, all curled up in one of Leon's bigger hoodies that looked substantially larger than usual on a younger him. He couldn't deny it; he definitely did something to him. The thought had been crawling under Leon's skin for about a week now, just how nice and cosy the last couple of months had been, how much of a change this man had made in his life; he really felt as if a hole in his heart and mind had been filled, nicely bandaged up and looked after. He was still staring, the world rapidly passing him by as his mind raced at a similar pace. There had to be something wrong with him, right? There was no way this was right. He was looking at himself for God's sake. And looking at the man sitting on the couch made his heart race. Leon didn’t know what to do with these feelings. He kept walking, pushing the thoughts aside as he basically barrelled out of the room, his accidental stomping catching the attention of the rookie and bringing his attention to just see Leon’s behind disappear into his bedroom. Odd. It didn’t take up much of his mind, though; whatever was on the TV seemed to be far more of his concern.
Tonight was one of those movie nights they’d been having, a good way to wind down and relax after Leon had a big day at work, coming home to dinner from the rookie and then enjoying some old sci-fi horror movie they’d found to put on. On one end of the couch, the rookie was all curled up in the same hoodie as earlier, a pair of comfy shorts, and clutching a pillow to his chest, a sight that most certainly warmed the older’s heart. The older on the other end just had a comfy t-shirt and long pyjama pants, half-heartedly watching the movie as his thoughts continued to slowly fill up his mind.
“Leon?” The rookie’s voice managed to push through the cloudy sky that was his mind, blue eyes staring at him in the glow of the TV. “Everything alright? You seem more stressed than usual.” The younger was far, far better at hiding his emotions; his mind had been on a similar path, thoroughly enjoying this domestic life he’d built with his older self. Finding he had no desire to go back to his own timeline, he was more than happy to be settled in here for the long run, even if the concept of it all was a bit strange to the outside eye and was a bit of a nightmare to deal with legally; that was a bit beneath the pair, as no one really tended to question the government agent. The life itself was nice; he’d become quite the house husband, if he said so himself, with all the cooking and cleaning, taking care of himself and the house while Leon worked, not to mention taking care of the other Leon, something he’d thoroughly come to enjoy. It made his chest warm and his skin tingle, a small blush forming on his cheeks even as he just thought about it. The thoughts played pinball in his head; had he really managed to catch feelings for an older version of himself? Yeah, he’d had crushes on a couple of boys before; that wasn’t the weird bit; the weird bit was that it was himself.
The older only watched from the corner of his eye, trying his best to not pay too much attention to the man currently staring into his soul through his ear, or at least that’s what it felt like. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just work.” The younger didn’t buy it for a second, still staring for another moment before redirecting his attention back to the TV, taking in the last of the other expression before doing so. Something about it all made his feelings tug at him more than usual. It was only now that Leon could draw his attention towards the other, seeing the light blush across the other’s cheeks and finally clocking their last interaction as a little odd. Surely it wasn’t the movie causing that blush; if it was, then they had some serious talking to do about the youngers ‘interests.’.
Both of their attention was clearly starting to drift from the movie, the younger growing quite fidgety and shuffling around constantly with his pillow and the older just finding other things in the room that begged for his attention more than the TV; apparently the start of this movie was far better than the middle and at this rate, probably the ending. The rookie was the one to break the silence, finally noticing that Leon wasn’t particularly paying attention to the movie anymore either. “So, I know I’ve been staying here for a while now and should probably know this already, but do you have anyone special in your life, Leon?”
His self-awareness somewhat confused Leon; it was quite obvious he didn’t have anyone, but perhaps the photos that caught the rookie’s attention on the first day brought some questions up in his mind. “No, haven’t in years. Why’s that?”
Oh, the younger didn’t have an excuse for why he was asking; he knew exactly why he was asking, and it was purely selfish, and he didn’t particularly want to share just yet. “Just curious.”
“Alright.” The conversation was quite stale, but it still fell far from being uncomfortable, and it certainly was more exciting than anything else happening right now. “How about you?” Again, a question he already fine well knew the answer to, but felt the need to ask in return, the air taking on a slightly different feel now. The rookie just shook his head in response. Even already being aware of this, it felt somewhat like a revelation to Leon; still, a bit of shock coursed through him for a split second. Was it just Leon, or has the younger gotten closer to him? He didn’t seem quite so curled into the edge of the couch now, and his general body language had opened up, his body twisted towards Leon. “Hard to believe.”
The rookie just laughed; they ended up having a small conversation about their own romantic experiences, nothing the older didn’t know, but the younger seemed fascinated in his elder self's romantic (and sometimes a little sexual) forays. He did find it a little strange that he hadn’t settled down with anyone, but that did come with the line of work he supposed; a lot of people just didn’t quite get it, but they both understood, and it made their odd little dynamic they’d slowly developed work out; that’s not something that could work out with just anyone; they both were vibrantly aware of that fact. They were both comfortable and mostly relaxed, although Leon’s feelings were starting to crawl under his skin as he sat with his other self; he didn’t have a reason to not shoot his shot now. After all, they were the same person, so surely they were feeling the same, or at least the same curiosity was tugging at the younger blonde.
“Hey...” The interruption surprised Leon, who immediately noticed that the others eyes were directed at the floor now, watching his own toes curl and uncurl as he clearly thought through what he was trying to say. He brought his gaze to the other, softening as the turmoil still twisted the rookie’s expressions; he questioned what the other had to say, his head tilting slightly. “Have you ever thought about kissing yourself?” It caught Leon completely off guard, but he managed to feign his feelings with a chuckle, his eyes drawn to the blue ones that now stare sheepishly at himself. He knew exactly where his younger self was going with this; it was so obvious. The way his body language presented towards Leon now made sense too.
“Guess I have.” This response made the rookie’s cheeks flush a much deeper shade of pink than Leon had anticipated, he seemed so frazzled by the others response and Leon only wanted to delve further into that reception. “Why? Do you want to try?” He moved in closer to his younger self, bodies close enough that he could begin to feel the warmth radiating off the other even if they weren’t quite touching, his arm lounging over the back of the couch and behind the younger.
The rookie gave a soft nod as he leant in, closing the distance slowly as the older took a gentle hold of his chin, guiding him into the kiss, both men relishing in the soft warmth as their lips connected. The older’s lips were significantly rougher; they weren’t unpleasant, but they were clearly more aged and harsher from the elements; they’d been wind-chapped several times over. The youngers were softer, not quite soft to the point he regularly took care of them with lip balm or other treatments, though he did so sparingly. The overall sensation, though, was far from uncomfortable; something felt so wrong about it in the right way. They both knew what was going on; they were aware they were currently kissing themself. It felt taboo, but at the same time, it was something that should realistically be completely impossible. So really, what was the issue? It wasn’t as if anyone was to know; the world didn’t even know the younger Leon was currently residing in this timeline anyway.
Eventually their breath grew short, and the younger man pulled away, his pupils more dilated than he cared to admit as he stared at the older version of himself. Leon just raised an eyebrow, a smirk riding across his lips as he pulled the other in for another kiss, this one growing deeper than the other, Leon swiping his tongue across the younger's lips with added vigour. Breaching his lips, Leon seemed hungry as his tongue explored the other’s mouth, taking in every little piece of the oh-so-familiar orifice and dragging several little grunts from the younger man the more he prodded. Their hands began to roam, the rookie taking first post on the older’s body, taking a cautious grip on his waist. Leon chuckled into the kiss, pressing his hands atop the youngers and pushing them further into his skin; he was nervous? Cute.
Moving away from one another, the rookie was panting as if he'd just run the distance of the time they passed, bringing another chuckle from the older. “Enjoying yourself?” Leon taunted, taking the younger's lower lip between his thumb and pointer finger and examining his mouth with a bit more of a fixation than he’d admit. The rookie hummed with a nod in response, a soft moan escaping his mouth as he got examined, his own eyes fixated on the older as he pondered what was next, the heat pooling in him starting to drive him slightly up the wall in the best way possible, and it was getting obvious from just how red he was growing and how much he was fidgeting. Leon took this as an invitation, slipping his thumb into his mouth to pull a reaction, and oh, was the reaction glorious, a soft moan and the rookie near immediately wrapping his lips around the lone finger and sucking gently. Had he done this before? Leon could've sworn he was a virgin at this point in life... Although he also hadn't kissed himself at that point either.
Leon was still intrigued by how happily and willingly the other took his thumb, still sucking it and running his tongue against the side as Leon started to move it around a bit before slipping another finger in to another hum. The feeling went straight to Leon's dick; the warm wetness and soft suckling sensation sent warmth spiralling down his body, already making itself comfortable between his hips. Did the other Leon feel this way too? By the sounds slipping around his fingers, he assumed so. Maybe this was insane. Maybe they were crazy. The air was still quite stiff around them, a sweetness slowly entering past the tension that hung in the air thicker than molasses. Was this a confession? Leon knew it was. Did the rookie feel the same, though? For a moment he wanted to pull away and talk about it before they went too far. But this didn't really seem like the time for smart decisions.
Leaning further into the touch, the rookie whined as Leon's fingers ceased moving, the others minds clearly elsewhere, and in all honesty, the rookie just wanted it back on him. He wanted all of the other man, wanted his hands on his body and lips pressed to his own, hands on his cock, and now his mind was slightly elsewhere, the thoughts going straight to his dick and the boner he was struggling to conceal. His desire for a soft and forbidden relationship with himself seemed to turn him on far more than he should or could admit; falling in love was one thing, but sheer desperation to have this man any which way he desired to take him was a whole other thing, and it seemed they were skipping all the soft loving.
Right now it was time for his cock to take control of the thinking. Leon started to wriggle his fingers again, finally back down to earth after what felt like an agonisingly long about 20 seconds but removed them quite soon to the younger's dismay. "You're not half bad at that.” He absolutely preened at the praise, his flush deepening as he softly thanked Leon for it.
Fuck. That was too cute. Fuck anything rational; he could love him softly later.
“You're in for it now.”
The fact the rookie didn't retreat and simply looked morbidly intrigued was enough consent for Leon. Swiftly, Leon grabbed the smaller man by the waist and hefted him on top of his own lap and hungrily took his lips to the others as the younger wrapped his arms around his waist, his poor effort at hiding his boner becoming more apparent than ever. It felt like time and space was collapsing in on them as they made out for what could have been 2 seconds or 20 minutes, hours even, both clearly growing more aroused between them even if they didn't think that was possible, Leon's erection pressing against the rookie's ass, and no, there was no point even trying to cover it up.
Leon bucked his hips up into the other, eliciting a loud, almost squeal from the other as he pulled out of the kiss, a grin crossing his lips as the other smiled softly, nervousness still settling into his expression. That one buck felt like the floodgates were opened, and any awkwardness between them faded away as Leon took a hold of the younger's waist and thrust up into him again, friction pressing against his ass harshly as he did so, the rookie's body shuddering each time he did, and the smallest moans beginning to slip from his lips as Leon found a slow pace to move at, the friction from his pants only adding to the feeling, but fuck, was the way his cock pressed against it starting to hurt. He kissed the other again, a hand against the side of his face holding his hair out of the way so he could stare into his blue eyes to his heart's content, and he gently pressed his thumb into the side of his cheek and ran it in small circles, feeling the small vibrations against his lips from the seeping moans from the younger. Little groans were coming from Leon now, just rutting against the other as he ground down, growing more enthusiastic by the minute. He wasn’t losing his steam, no, but something about this had to change before he busted in his pants.
“C’mon, up. I need to get these off.” The rookie shifted off of him and stood awkwardly in front, staring more than he meant as the older man shed his pants and shirt; he didn’t shed any of his own clothes, quite content in the other's hoodie and tiny sleep shorts, which upon further review, the hoodie did more to cover his lower half than those shorts. Leon eventually brought his attention to the other man and then looked over himself. “What? Just gonna stare?” The rookie jumped at this as if being torn back to reality and his senses as Leon just splayed himself in front of him, spreading his legs and resting his back into the couch, laying himself out like an invitation.
“No—” And what an invitation it was. The rookie was on his knees now, staring up at the other with these puppy dog eyes as he carefully began to rub at his crotch, feeling the size through the soft cotton as it stood already rock hard; it was large, far larger than his own, and he supposed he’d grow into that someday, even if he wasn’t as far off as he personally believed. They were really doing this, huh. With a nod and full clearance, he pulled the other's underwear down just low enough for his cock to spring out, a slight jump to it and an impressive sight; the rookie quickly took it into his hand, running his fist up and down, still staring in sheer admiration and occasionally making eye contact with the other who was already enjoying himself, cheeks deepening and heart rate picking up. The rookie dribbled his own spit down his tongue for a moment before licking up the side of Leon’s cock, watching it jump a little in response as he reached the tip, the whole thing pulsating as he wrapped his lips around the tip and started sucking.
“Fuck—Leon—” That was the first time Leon called the younger by his name.
He only moved faster, his full attention directed at the others cock as he sunk even deeper, a hand slowly tangling itself into his hair and pressing a gentle pressure to it as he continued on, peering up. Leon had his head back now, fingers weaving through the younger's hair carelessly as he sat there looking blissed out just from the head. Taking the relaxation as a prompt, the rookie slowed down, leisurely running his tongue against his dick and taking in the sweet taste of his precum as he spread it around his mouth; salty and sweet, it was a more pleasant taste than he had been expecting. He shoved his own pants down, unbeknownst to the older, and pulled out his own cock, fisting it gently as he continued. Soft grunts and groans rolled from Leon’s mouth as the rookie took his time, both of them enjoying this greatly as Leon’s arousal began to take hold of him again, pressing against the rookie’s head and pressing him down more again and pushing him to go faster and harder once again. They sat at this pace for a while until Leon’s cock felt as if it was pulsating again, his groans coming more frequently with deep moans joining them. He really was good. The younger had brought himself to whines and moans around Leon’s cock; the stimulation coming from his act of service and his own hand around himself was making him grow needier and needier, the whines rapidly growing needy as they pulled Leon’s attention to him. “What is it?”
“I—” A pant. “Need—please.” He kept panting, gently resting his head against Leon’s cock as he rubbed his cheek against it, eyes half-lidded amidst his flushed face. The older smirked and patted his lap, “Come on then.”
Leon helped the younger onto his lap, pulling his hoodie off the other on the way up, their cocks pressing against one another as he shifted the younger into a spot that was comfortable for them both. Hands quickly wandered to the other's ass, squishing and playing with the soft flesh for a moment before a finger made its way to his asshole, pressing against it, pressing a high-pitched and borderline shameful moan from the rookie.
“Is this what you want?”
“Yes—God, yes, please—”
Leon sucked his own finger off for a moment, lathering them in a thick layer of spit and bringing them back to the rookie’s tightness, prodding and pressing against it for a moment before he poked it in to the first knuckle. A long, pleased, and needy moan came from the rookie, Leon taking his time letting it settle and stretch around him before he wriggled it a little and drew short moans from the other. Pleased with himself and the young man against him, he did this with 2 more fingers until he was properly stretched out.
“Ready?” A shaky nod from the other. “Yeah,”
Reangling them both, Leon lined up and slowly pushed in, revelling in the feeling and the long, deep moan that came from the other as he bottomed out. The rookie collapsed onto his lover’s chest, head buried in the other's neck as his arms wrapped tightly around him as if he was bracing for dear life. A few gentle thrusts and he already looked fuck drunk, moans falling from his mouth with each thrust as he clenched around the other. “Just how close are you?” The rookie just shined in response, burying his face further as the older chuckled and continued fucking into him from below and savouring those moans and his own too. They kept at it for a good while, slowing and speeding up again, playing with rhythm and pacing aligned with how hard Leon went up into him, sometimes stopping to let the rookie grind down into him for a moment until he whined out, especially needily. They shared a knowing look, the youngers more apologetic and the older’s more mischievous.
Leon fucked him even harder and faster than he had all night, holding onto the rookie’s waist tightly as he thrust up into him, holding him firmly in place as the younger wrapped his arms even tighter around him. “Leon... I’m going to—” “I know, I know. Me too.” He fucked up into him as hard as he could, heat now boiling in his pelvis as every part of him felt like it was about to explode as the rookie tightened around him, his own hips shaking with each impact. Leon’s grip dug into flesh, nails threatening to break skin as he pulled Leon down flush against him, hips shuddering as he let his load go in the other grunts and along moan flooding from him as the rookie reached his own end, burying his teeth into Leon’s shoulder harshly as he came all over both of their stomachs, fully collapsing and laying all over the older as he came down from his high in a string of moans and heavy pants.
They both just lay there for a second, their arms wrapped around one another as they relaxed, skin to skin and seeping each other's heat. The older was the first to move, brushing the rookie’s hair from his forehead and kissing it gently. “You okay? Not too much?”
There was a head shake on his chest with muffled speech, “No,” he lifted his head now, resting his chin as he made eye contact with the other. “You were great.”
“Good” And another kiss to the others forehead, Leon rubbed his back for a moment, making sure his breathing had evened out completely before getting up. “Come on, we gotta clean up; we’re both gross.” With a grunt of protest from the other, they eventually peeled apart. “Let’s hit the shower.”
Was this going to be the first and last time? Most likely not. Nor was it likely that either of them would be putting much effort into getting the younger Leon home.