Strange Sickness
Leon Kennedy x Ftm! Reader
Content Label: explicit
Characters: Leon s Kennedy, luis Serra navarro, Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, Ethan Winters, original male characters, original side characters
Additional tags: unprotected sex, feminie terms used to describe readers genitalia, masc terms used to describe readers genitalia, gender ambiguous terms used to describe readers genitalia, pre op trans male reader, corny posting, luis serra is alive, Leon centric, autistic coded reader, cream-pie, cum eating, premature orgasm, ending left ambiguous intentionally, cum as lube
Notes: I didn't explicitly state if the reader was on contraceptives or not. I wanted to leave that up to the readers interpretation.
word count: 9,036
@silv3r-skys this one's for you!!!
Fic under cut!!
Leon’s felt sick before. He's had the flu, he has had a cold every year since he was little, and he even was infected by las plagas. but oh my god nothing could compare to you. In all his 51 years of living he couldn't get over how you made his stomach twist in knots and make his skin feel at least 3 degrees hotter.
He can recall the first time he felt this way around you.
6 months ago:
“I'm going to need you to refile these reports, Kennedy.” Malone, from records, hands him a manila envelope containing the mission reports he had filled out regarding not just his most previous one but the one before that as well. He raises an eyebrow at Malone. “The DSO is trying to limit the amount of paper related record keeping as of late. With the influx of generative AI into our facility- that means less room for files and more room for generators.” Malone reminds him with an underlying edge of exhaustion.
“Bullshit-”
Malone cuts him off. “Trust me you're not the first agent to inform me of your displeasure with the sudden change but-” Leon tunes him out after that and picks up the folder and takes his leave from the records room.
‘not my sector- not my problem.’ he reminds himself while making his way back to his office. As he rounds the corner past this level's break room he halts his walking when two employees can be heard yelling at each other from said room.
“-Its always the fucking civilian’s who think they're tough shit!” Sounds like a young man most likely early 30s, Leon gauges from the tone. He hears another person scoff at the remark. “What?! It's true! You don't know what it's like-”
“What, what's like?” The second voice is taunting, sounds like another male as well- perhaps a little younger but he can't tell from what he's heard so far. He can't say he's not intrigued though. He checks his watch, 13:15 , he has time to kill.
Sounds of two pairs of shoes scuffling around each other catch Leon's attention further, than the sound of a low groan and long sigh from the first man soon after. “To be on the field-” Leon leans on the wall because his old bones are tired and not because he's trying to make sure he hears what the other man will say back to him. “- I've had to make split decisions about lives. Like who lives and who doesn't. Trying to tell the difference between infected and not- in that moment! All you do is sit behind a desk or a table and type some shit or read a notebook and make sure that someone follows some stupid health code!” Silence follows the man's rant and Leon is about to leave after 30 seconds pass and neither speaks.
That's until what he can only assume is the other man in the room finally responds. “How is she?”
“W-what?”
“Your daughter, Agent Lopez.” Leon can feel the tension from inside the break room flow out of the open door and into the hall where he is standing. “Mercedes Lopez, your daughter.”
Agent Lopez stutters. “I know what my daughter's name is- what does she have to do-”
“I hear she's doing good.” The sound of a water bottle getting filled tears into the tension and Leon can't decipher if it is adding onto it or trying to cut through it. “She got her flu shots in August a week before the school year I hope.” Nothing the man is saying is a question more like a test, Leon picks up that much. “And your wife I hope she's expecting you home after your next mission- uninfected that is.”
Horrifyingly it's like all at once it clicks in agent Lopez’s brain and then sound of the same water bottle flying into the ground, chairs being flung, and a table being pushed backwards into a wall accompany it. “What are you getting at!”
“What I'm getting at is your safety- Agent Lopez. With you and your wife trying for a second child it wouldn't be ideal for you to come back home with infected blood or carrying an unknown pathogen, now would it?” The man is playing with fire Leon knows this and he's almost a 100% sure he knows this too. Despite not being able to see the scene himself he can gauge what type of person each of these men pose to be.
“How do you know this?”
“Which part?” The male's last word gets slightly choked off and Leon finally decides he's heard enough of whatever is going on and steps in.
Not to his surprise he walks in to find two young men one dressed in tactical uniform equipped with gear, well fitted for a field agent much like himself, pining another man against a slightly askew table. The man being pinned down is dressed in a similar tactical style except for the extra straps and holsters typical of a field agent. Leon identifies them both easily as field agent (pining) vs civilian worker (being pinned).
“Missed my lunch,” Leon starts casually and this prompts the two men to diffuse their earlier dispute. Agent Lopez seems to recognize him first and straightens his posture to stand at attention towards him. “No need…” Leon pretends to read the name tag on his vest. “Agent Lopez. I'm just here looking for a quick snack before I head up to another mission debriefing.” He nods towards the cabinets next to them, Lopez doesn't fully let his guard down- perhaps he's trying to prove something to himself. Leon's attention catches on the civilian worker who seems to not have acknowledged him, instead going to clean up the spilt water on the floor along with some of what seems to be paper work that got scattered in the commotion.
“Shit- my notes.” A soft sound ripples out from the voice near the floor and Leon distracts himself from a feeling he can't describe by sifting through the snack selection in the break room. “Aren't you from floor six?” Leon whips around and for a moment his heart makes him feel his age. When did he get right behind him? He saves his dignity by scowling at the man to cover for his shock. “That means you are at least two tax brackets higher than me and three higher than Lopez.”
“Okay?” Leon can barely hide the scoff behind his word.
“Then what are you doing here- stealing our snacks?” A protest can be heard from Lopez from behind him. Leon and him ignore it and Lopez excuses himself from the room muttering something about not wanting to be associated with a prick.
“Wha- ah ah?” Leon lets out a laugh at the absurdity of it all. It's short and can't even be really counted because as he remembers: it sounded more like him choking on air. But the smile and soft chuckle he gets in return sends a sweet sickness spiraling in his stomach.
A sickness he'll get used for the next six months.
It wasn't until a month later that he learned your name:
He had heard it muttered under Chris’ breath off Handedly alongside the name Ethan Winters and virus management. He bugs Chris about it more after he stumbles across your employee file scattered on Redfield’s desk right next to a pile of folders he didn't feel were his business. You on the other hand, he decided to slip into his trouser pocket. Chris wouldn't notice anyways- Leon's not sure he's ever actually seen the man read.
He doesn't bother to mention how he got a hold of your file. Instead he brings up that he's heard about some interpersonal disputes between you and a field agent of his and that he would like to sit in on any future meetings you and Chris will have as well. When Chris asks him why with an undertone of suspicion Leon pats him on the shoulder and mutters something about needing to understand your character in order to diffuse any further conflicts.
Leon shuffles in a little late as Chris’ email had only popped up on his cell phone five minutes before it actually started. When he enters the room he is met with not just you and Chris but a whole team of at least 15 field agents, admirals, company CEOs and one employee to represent a different division in the DSO. He also seems to have horrible luck because when he does arrive you are in the middle of your safety debrief for the use of a refined steroid solution that can be administered on the field. Leon tries his hardest to shuffle into the room without being noticed by you or a majority of the meeting attendees. Which he seems to be succeeding at until he draws his attention toward you at the front of the room and realizes that you haven't taken your eyes off of him since he got here. He swallows down his pride and quickly sits in an empty chair near the back of the room. Your eyes never seem to leave him until the very end of your presentation when you thank everyone for being present and sit down.
When the meeting is completely over and most of the people make their exit Leon notices how you stay seated writing something in a legal pad in your lap. A couple of the CEOs and DSO employees higher up in the company stay to chat along with you. It goes on like this for a while, you stay seated, a couple of important looking people shuffle towards you to chat about something you said and then you jot down something on your legal pad nodding along to whatever they have to say. A couple more rounds of this go on and Leon finds himself getting restless with watching the idle chatter and gets up ready to excuse himself from the room.
He gets up from his seat, completely turning his back to you in order to grab his jacket from the back of it when he hears you scoff from across the room. “Fu- predictable!” He tries to make his ease dropping as non chelant as possible by taking extra long to put his jacket on. “... You know if he wants to make a point to me- he should come here and do it himself. This is-”
Before Leon has a second to think over his actions he walks up to you and says something. “I hope you didn't mind me coming in late.” You look up at him with the same scrutinizing gaze as last time.
“Nice to speak to you again mister Kennedy.” You respond while hurriedly picking up your reports, legal pad and pencil bag. He wants to say more to you but his words catch in his throat because in reality he doesn't know what he would even say to begin with, besides with how fast you seem to be packing up he can tell you don't wish to spend anymore time on idle chatter. “Well I have some things I need to get ready before my next meeting…” the sound of you shucking your bag over your shoulder grounds him out of his trance. “so…”
“So?”
“If you'll be so kind you move slightly to the left,” you wave your hand in that direction kind of like one might to a dog. “I will be on my way.” Your tone slightly aggravates him and Leon feels a hot sense of pride flare up his neck- what business do you have addressing him like that? He moves none the less a harsh retort already on its way out of his mouth. You cough into your hand as you pass by him muttering a soft thank you before he can get any words out though.
A hand pats Leon's shoulder and he snaps his attention toward the person initiating it. “Don't get too upset.” It's Chris. “Hes like that with everyone.” He sends Chris a look to urge him to continue. “Under a lot of stress- you know how that feels.” He nods in understanding and then turns to leave when Chris stops him again with another pat on the shoulder and sends him a look that Leon interprets as. ‘Don't do anything stupid.’ Leon just shrugs him off and leaves the room.
Leon has many issues. So when it comes to trying to get closer to understanding you he thinks it will just be another issue added onto the pile. Something small he will either forget about or get over with easily. When he runs into you in the DSO parking lot a couple weeks later he is proven wrong.
So so so very wrong.
He gets off his motorcycle removing his helmet when he hears the sound of someone slamming the trunk of their car shut- hard. His eyes flicker towards his right and notices you coming around the side of an old well kept blue honda commuter car (looks at least 60 years old). You're muttering something under your breath and Leon has enough tact in him to look a little aloof when you lock eyes with him. He waves at you and slightly shrinks in on himself when you narrow your eyes at him instead.
You stand there for a bit and he doesn't quite know what to do with himself. ‘God damn it, I'm 51 years old, why do I feel so awkward? What is up with this guy?’ Then you wave back a small smile accompanying it. “Sorry I'm wearing old glasses- HA!” The laugh at the end of your sentence feels forced and Leon has to reel himself in a bit at how jarring it really sounds. He just shrugs and tucks his helmet under his arm walking towards you. “Oh are you coming back from lunch as well?” Leon checks the time on his watch, he reads ‘6:00’ and again is thrown off by you. It's six o'clock in the morning- who has lunch at six oh fucking clock in the morning???
“Well uh no- I'm just getting in actually.” He informs you. You just hum and hold the door open for him which he thanks you for. While you and him walk down the hall and towards the elevator Leon tries to rack his brain a bit about what he read in your file that he can use as a conversation starter before you two part ways. Just as he comes to the conclusion that the idea is utterly ridiculous the elevator door opens and you are already making your way inside. “Floor six?” He hurriedly catches up with you.
“How do you know I work on floor six?” He watches you press floor 3 and floor 6 on the wall before wringing your hands together.
“Leon S. Kennedy…” you let out a humm after his name. “... everyone knows you, Agent Kennedy.” you state. The elevator has passed floor 2 and any second now the door would be opening for your level. Leon clenched his jaw.
“Yes but how-” the chime and the door sliding open cuts him off.
“This is my stop.” You step one foot out the door and turn back to smile at him over your shoulder. “Your helmet seems to give you quite the hair style.” And with that you're gone. When the door closes he's running his hand through his hair in confusion trying to get a look at his reflection in the metal. His hair looks fine aside from a few greys so he shrugs your comment off.
He doesn't find the note you left in his helmet until he's back in the parking lot ready to put it on. It's a white piece of paper crudely torn at the edges and it falls on his nose before landing on the gas cap of his bike. Leon picks it up and unfolds it thoroughly confused when he sees vaguely smeared black ink. After 30 seconds of him squinting trying to read what you wrote he makes out the words: call me! And a bunch of numbers scribbled underneath. It feels like 40 pounds of rocks hit his chest and in a haste he pockets the note. On his ride back home not even the cold wind hitting his exposed skin could calm down the burning sensation he felt everywhere.
He jerks off late that night to help calm himself down and promises in the morning to give you a call.
In the morning he dials your number and volts of nervousness jump all through him as he waits for you to pick up. Somewhere in the back of his mind he feels 16 again waiting for his girlfriend to pick up the other line. He ignores the comparison he made when the line finally picks up. “Good morning, this is Annette with Doctor Philip’s private practice family medicine office. How can I assist you?” He hangs up.
“What the fuck.”
For the next month Leon is annoyed. At you, what you did, how you addressed him, the way you looked at him, the way you lead him on- just everything about you pisses him off. Whenever he sees you in the parking lot he b-lines it to the entrance, in the elevator he jams the ‘close door button until he's sure he'll see it's price come out of his next pay check, when your name next to a company meeting invitation pops up on his desktop he reschedules for a later date. After the call incident he swears he's done with you.
Until one evening.
It's late at the DSO headquarters and he is packing up in his office when he hears something clattering to the floor down the hall outside. His hand flies down to his concealed holster on instinct and he creeps towards the door. He pokes his head out just enough so he can see past the threshold and furrows his brows in confusion when he doesn't see anyone in the hallway. He goes back into his office and grabs the remainder of his things shutting off the light and exiting the room.
“We have to stop meeting like this.” It's your voice, he recognizes it immediately. You sound like you're far away, maybe around the corner in a room down the hall? Leon shuts his office door and slowly and quietly makes his way over to where he heard you. “Look, I'm sorry.” you are speaking but Leon doesn't hear anyone else in the room as he creeps forward. “Fuck- I can't do this.” The sound of a button pressing triggers some sort of response in Leon's brain and he speeds up a bit. He rounds the hallways corner when he hears you again. “I'm fucking 25! And I need this shit!” Your voice is accompanied by the sounds of papers turning at a harsh pace. “So fucking stupid so fucking -” he is almost at the door of the room he assumes you are in, it's slightly left ajar but he notices that you have the lights turned down extremely low. This intrigues him more and he perches himself against the wall- he's going to be here a while. “Okay once again… We have to stop meeting like this. I'm sorry- I am suhhh orryyy?” Leon clutches his hand over his mouth to try and conceal the laugh begging to come out of him. A strange fondness bubbles in his stomach- and suddenly he feels like he needs to vomit.
He needs to get home.
Leon tries to reason with himself.
“It's okay.” A voice that isn't yours speaks. “Try again.” He was sure you were alone moments ago.
Leon decides he can stay a bit longer.
He hears you let out a frustrated groan. “I don't get paid enough for this.”
The voice bounces back at you. “Trust me I don't either.” You let out a short laugh and Leon clenches his fist. “Now?”
“Okay fine. We really should stop meeting like this.” Your voice is a little lighter this time, whoever the other person is hums in approval. You let out a bashful giggle. Leon feels a familiar sickness spiral in him again. “Oh yeah- Duh the other one…. I'm sorry.” He pushes off the wall and walks down the rest of the hallway past the door of the room you are in. When he walks by it he spares himself a peek inside. He himself doesn’t know why hes so egger to see what your up to. So when he sees you sitting with a relaxed posture and shyly laughing with what he can assume is a random intern a bit of melancholy settles into his bones.
…
Even when he gets ready for bed that night all he can think about is the image of you in that room. The way you looked so relaxed, hunched over smiling and finding humour in your mistakes. Soon he finds himself fixating on the image of your upperback. Especially how if he flattened his palm it could cover about half of its surface aera and when he would move his hand up a little farther he would feel the soft skin on your neck. Leon clasps his hand around a wad of his bed sheets whishing it was you instead. ‘What has gotten into me?’ he doesnt give himself time to think about it any more because his while his mind races around images of him and you hes already gotten his hand around his dick.
Three months pass by and there you are, standing around a flood of suits and white collar workers sticking out like a sore thumb. And here leon is settled into the wallpaper as always- just like he likes it. Its an important night or thats what Jill told him at least. That and that she has been emailing him about it for the past month. Leon tried to defend himself against her earlier this morning, when she showed up at his door and dragged him into an all black government issued SUV, by giving her his normal excuse: “I don't check my emails, you should know this by now” which is a lie. Well it wasn't a lie- until five months and two weeks ago. She just pinned him with a glare and started the car.
So here he is now- watching you move around the rented out concert hall from all the way across the room. Leon takes a generous gulp from his whiskey glass. “I thought you quit drinking, Sancho.” Great, Luis is here just what he needed.
“Good evening to you Doctor Luis Serra-Navarro.” He hears the man chuckle besides him before his glass is being removed from his hand entirely. The weight of Luis’ shoulder leaning on him takes its place though, he subconsciously finds himself leaning into him as well. “Out of all the people i expected to see here-”
“-It wasnt you?” He shares a look with his friend and they share a laugh. He nods agreeing with him. “I know i know.. Despite my charm only getting better with age- im not that much of a party-goer.”
“Its a shame.” Leon smiles when he hears Luis agree with ‘I KNOW’ in his ear. Their conversation trails off a bit after that. Then a young man carrying appetizers on a tray walks past them and they both grab a piece off it. Leon decides to bug luis after they’ve had a couple bites. “So…” Luis points with his appetizer at you awkwardly waltzing around important conversations with even more important people with outrageous incomes and he feels confused. “Is he your… you know?”
Luis almost spits out his food at the implication. “!Mierda! No- hes my… christ leon…” he hands luis a napkin to whipe up the mess he made. “Your mind… no the kid- im mentoring him. Hes brilliant, a genius! way smarter than me at his age.” Luis grabs a glass of water when a different server carrying drinks passes by them. He swats away leon from grabbing another whiskey before continuing. “...The last mission you went on,” he cocks his eyebrow at luis to continue. “That young man- freezing up infront of the ceo of Reign Pharmacuteculs- coded the dna to combat the virus strain found in umbrellas latest bioweapon.” He watches as you fumble through a conversation with said ceo. Luis keeps going. “By 23 he had saved 47 field agents during a outbreak caused by the explosion of a bio-chemistry lab in rual pennsylvania…” he tunes out the rest of his friends yapping and instead lets himself get lost in thought.
For some reason he cant quite understand why he was invited. While he is friends with luis he knows you are but one of his countless mentees in the DSO, all of which have their own events just like this one- none of which he was personally invited to might he add. So he crosses out his close relationship to luis off his list of possibilities. Then he goes back to the conversation with chris he had regarding you and agent lopez having frequent disputes on DSO property. He immeiditaly crosses that possiblity off the list as well because he doesnt remember bringing you up to chris at anytime after that first meeting he crashed of yours. As he shuffles through possibility after the next he hears luis’ chatter softens down to a low whisper then nothing.
“...helloooo leonnnn… luissss to leoonnn is anybody homeee?” luis is quick to fill the silence though.
He swats luis hand away from where it is waving in his face and scowls at him in his peripherals. “Can i ask you a question?”
“Shoot.”
“Why am I here?” The question settles in the air a bit and then luis leans off his shoulder before clasping his hands over both of leons biceps and in one stiff movement leon is manuvered so he can face him head on.
Luis lets a deep breath out.
Leon rolls his eyes, oh god hes really in for it now…
“Im going to give it to you honest and straight, mi amigo.” Before he can realize it luis is handing him a glass of whiskey, oh god hes reallyyyy in for it isnt he? Leon throws his head back and drinks almost all of it in one gulp, he saves himself a sip just in case. “I began to notice you.” now hes just confused. It must show because luis just smiles at him. “Your name more, accurately… eyy pop up in mi hijo y notes and calenders. He likes to plan out his week- it um… oh right sorry i dont mean to side track. Anyways I would go into his desk to grab his laptop or help him practice a presentation of his and somewhere somehow i would see your name.” Leon decides it okay to take his last sip now. “... soooo man to man leon i need to know…” He locks eyes with luis trying to communicate that he has his complete attention. “Are you making moves on my mentee?” Leon gets thrown into a coughing fit. “Now- i want you to know i dont judge! I myself only a month ago stayed over with a young girl and her-” Leon slaps luis in the chest and grabs himself a glass of water from a very convenient server passing by them. He makes rapid hand motions that hopefully indicate that he wants him to stop talking. And of course he doesnt because its well- luis. “Look i dont! I just want to know because…” luis takes on a soft tone and so does their conversation. Leon tries his best to compose himself for what his friend may say next. “Im not going to lie to you here when I say this. He is really brilliant…” Leon takes into consideration the far off look in his old friend's eyes, and tries to understand what it means to him. “And I dont think Jill would have heard me out of all the people in the DSO, when I told her to drag your old ass out here…” oh if only Luis knew how wrong he was. “ but the only other names other than yours ive seen pop up on his calendar slash to do lists so frequently were his cat and his best friends dog his babysits once every month.”
“Do those two even count?”
Luis shrugs and releases leon from his hold on him before patting him on the back as hard as he can. “Im not sure but ehhh advice from me, one your maybe 3 friends- ow! Okay! okay- id say whatever you two have going on make sure it doesnt play out too horribly. He may be a genius but he is only 25… and hes never had it easy.” Leon relates to you on that last part and he can consider his interest piqued to the say the least. “Take it easy.” Luis leaves leon after that to join you across the room, he watches him swoop in to save you from whatever conversion you were having to pull you aside.
For the next two weeks Leon softens up around you a bit. When you two are in the parking lot at the same time he slows down his pace in order to chat with you, on occasion he'll hold the elevator door so you can quickly jog in, and three days ago he decided to drop in on another one of your meetings unannounced.
Like always he has horrible timing. “..and with a new convenient topical spray on solution-” the sound of him opening the door to the conference room might have been louder than he expected AND you definitely were in the middle of explaining something he is sure he couldn't even begin to understand. So when you glare daggers, that could pierce his flesh, at him- he at least feels he deserves it. Regardless,like the first time he dropped in late, you don't address him directly but instead continue with your pitch. He takes his seat at the back and tries to distract himself from the deathly glare of yours by scanning the room. All he sees are more suits and ties of people he couldn't give a rat's ass about except for the one man he hasn't spoken to since the night of your event. Luis is also staring at him and he is starting to get the idea of who exactly you might have learned to have a staring problem from. Luis mouths something to him from where he is sitting and Leon ignores him because frankly he can't fucking see that far and looks back toward you at the front. While he really can't understand what it is you are talking about, regardless of the simplified graphs and explanations you read off to the crowd, he sure as hell tries his best to. Your look makes him feel like needs to try, like he feels he needs to prove something to you by giving you his full attention.
Leon is sure that if you ever looked at him like that and asked him to do anything for you he would. So sure it scares him, but especially because when you finish with your speech and sit down and he breaks free from your eyes he can't deny the urge he feels about wanting your eyes on him again. He hears a cough from across the room and flicks his attention over to who it came from. Luis clears his throat before he signals to Leon to tone it down. Leon just sends him a confused look back. When he flickers his eyes down at his lap though he's quick to adjust his sitting position. Fuck me. Is a thought he never agreed with more than until this very moment. As everyone stands up and the normal small talk fills the room he's not sure he should stand up himself. Which he is grateful he doesn't have to do because both you and Luis come over to him instead.
“Eyyyy Leon my friend!” Luis greets him with an all too friendly smile. Leon has a feeling that he's trapped both physically and mentally.
“You are friends with him???” The face Luis gives you in response is priceless. It's a combination of deer in headlights, child caught with hand in a cookie jar, and a man who looks like he's about to die. Leon has to look away to stop himself from outright laughing at him. “...it was you who removed my file from my desk.” Venom flies from your mouth with the accusation you spit at luis next to you. Almost to punish said man you look back at Leon with a smile. “Leon, I'm so sorry for my mentor's complete disregard for your physical health. As it was brought to my attention right now - at this very moment…” you point to luis and then him to drive your point further home. “It seems you two have been friends for?”
“Over 20 years.” Leon supplies. Your smile only gets wider.
“Over 20 whole years and not once has it reflected in the DSO’s health records since Luis Serra-Navarro was hired-18 years ago- you have taken proper health percations on the feild.” Luis scrambles to remove everyone in the room besides you, him and Leon, probably to salvage what he has built of his image. “To be completely frank with you, mister Kennedy.” He can feel the tightness in his jeans get more taut. ‘Please call me that again’ He wants to say to you, but not here, not now. “I'm surprised you are still standing here,looking as good as you do at your age.”
Somewhere he hears the sound of luis leaving the room and the door clicking shut. Your eyes do a scan over him, from head to toe, and he has to wipe his hands on his jeans to get a cold sweat off of them. With Luis gone and you and him all alone Leon isn't sure what he will let himself do.
Or what he will let you do to him.
You take a step towards him and he leans back letting his posture slack and his legs spread open. You take the opportunity to walk in between them and bend down slightly so you are more eye level with Leon. He feels his skin light on fire as you only inch closer to him. When you breathe Leon can feel it fan against the hairs on his face and he fights his urge to lean forward into you. As you bring your hand up to his face he can feel the warmth from your palm way before you place it on his forehead. You tilt his head back and forth and up and down. Hes being analyzed he can gather that much. “Hmmm youre lucky…” he feels you run your finger across his lower jaw tracing a scar there. Then your other hand prods and wrinkle his right in between his brow bone. “Scar tissue is healing beautifully-” keep praising him, it's working. “Again- you look remarkable for your age- especially with the-”
He slams his lips into yours because he can't fucking take it anymore- he can't. The praise you are supplying him with gets to him and the tension in the room is suffocating and he has a hunch that kissing you is the only way he can survive it. He feels your hands fall from his face and then you push him backwards. His stomach drops when he looks up at you and you're glaring back at him. You wipe away at his saliva staining your lips and all at once Leon feels disgusted in himself for his actions. “....” deep breathing fills the silence in the room. The way your chest heaves up and down and up and down has his stomach twisting in knots. If only he didn't fuck it up by doing something stupid. “Wow… I-” he should be the one stammering, not you. “Kennedy- mister- I uh….”something behind your eyes shifts and he thinks he loves the trepidation that forms in his spine because of it.
You step slightly away from his open legs and perch yourself up on the desk behind you. He likes how you bring one leg to sit right above the other, he likes how you look down at him, and he likes the slight change in your posture that reeks of confidence. Oh god he's hooked isn't he? You could tell him you hate him and spit in his face and he would thank you. “You fascinate me.”
He gawks back at you. “R-really?” In all his 51 years of living he doesn't think this is what would get him going but here he is straining against his jeans about to have a premature orgasm.
All because of you.
Leon drags his right hand down his pants dangerously close to his crotch and hisses when he accidentally grazes his thumb against his erection. The look of disapproval on your face makes him want to touch himself more explicitly, just to see how you would react.
“Wow… Leon S. Kennedy… gets his rocks off by forcing himself onto a man 26 years younger than him…” you uncross your leg and hover your shoe dangerously close right above his cock. Involuntarily he raises his hips to try and reach the sole of shoe. You just shake your head at him but don't move away. He tests your patience by raising his hips intentionally towards your shoe this time. You reward him by applying an unfair amount of pressure onto his Dick and he lets out a small whine. He hopes you get the idea he's trying to convey. “Oh… you liked that didn't you?” All at once you lift your foot off of him and he tries to mask his disappointment by glaring at you as hard as he can muster. You just scoff at him. “Is that all you can do? I've read report after report, after report of the things you are capable of… and this is all I'm awarded with?” You prod at his ego and Leon enjoys how it's working. “Shame... From my perspective, all it seems you can do is whine and bear your teeth like an angry mut-” for some reason he didn't think you'd be the type to taunt him. But maybe you got the message too well because he can feel an unholy amount precum start to leak from the tip of his cock. His hands twitch at his sides. Blood is coursing through his whole body and he's chasing the high you are giving him. He lets out another whine, it's pitch lower this time. “If you want something, say it.” Leon wraps his hand around your ankle instead dragging it down back towards his groin and forcefully holds your foot there so he can grind against it. You let out a startled gasp and that only makes him want to rut into you harder. “You disgusting animal -” he can feel you trying to pull away from him so he slackens his grip just enough to tease the idea of letting you go. When you take the bait he strengthens his hold again and he basks in the disappointed sounds that leave you. “God you're pathetic.” you need to stop saying such things out loud, he can barely keep it in as is.
He can feel his inner thighs tensing up at the same moment he feels both of your hands in his hair. You tug at his scalp and bring his face to look up at you. There must be something wrong with him because when you order him to stop he does just that. “Good.” An insane amount of dopamine fires in his brain at your praise, he needs to hear you say it again. What can he do to make you say it again? “There's no way in hell I'm letting you come because you find it acceptable to grind up against my boot like some dog in heat.” you stand up from the table and hover above him, your hands still carded through his hair. “Up- stand up Leon.” He's standing up. “Jesus Christ, when was the last time you got laid?”
“I uh-”
“Rectorichal question.” He nods in understanding. Leon loves the chuckle he earns from you at his growing speechlessness. “I thought you were through with me- after I hmmm gave you the phone number to the doctors office. Look I had to do something… it was rather concerning to me that-” wow if it was anyone else Leon is sure he would be completely soft by now. But he can't bring himself to make you shut up- and yeah there is definitely something wrong with him. Because he is soooo turned on by hearing you worry about him.
All of a sudden you're grabbing his erection like it's some sort of object to prove your point. What point? Leon isn't sure but whatever it is as long as it keeps your hands on his dick he's fine being used. Then you pull on him and he's moving toward you like a puppet on a string. “Leon, listen to me.” It hits him then that he probably zoned out while you were talking. A beeping goes off on your watch and then your hand is off of his cock and Leon is very confused AGAIN. “Sorry I'll have to cut this short.”
“What?”
“I'm late for a meeting.” Leon goes to protest but you're already grabbing your things and heading for the door. “Here.” After quickly scribbling something down on your legal pad you hand him a note with “literally my number. ×××-×××-××××” written down on it.
Then you're gone and Leon is still rock fucking hard, and he feels like hes going to be sick.
It was all worth it, because hes sitting in your apartment watching some movie you put on drinking a glass of rum and coke while you point out every medical inaccuracy portrayed on the screen. But most importantly he is in your apartment. Sitting on your couch right next to you. And the best part is when he opens his legs wider so they bump against yours you don't move away, instead you lean into him. A little voice in the back of his mind asks him ‘is this what its like to feel normal?’ but he can't find himself caring if it is or not because normality doesn't matter when he's with you.
When the movie fades to the credits segment he cant help but slightly buzz with anticipation at what else you have planned. Are you finally going to give him what he wants? Will you finally take him out of his pants and gag on his cock? Will you? Oh god he's already feeling himself getting hard at the idea of your mouth around his dick. As you stand up from the couch and turn to face him you reach for his almost empty glass and he isn't opposed to the idea of him having his mouth on you instead.
You cock your head to the side placing his glass on the coffee table behind you. “Did you not like the movie?” Its not the movie hes thinking about right now. He swallows his spit. “Its okay if you didnt i can completely understand he wouldnt have survived-” he places his hands on your hips trying to communicate what he wants. “-Your words, leon. Use them.” You give him that same look from three days ago and he fallows through with your command.
“I want to suck your cock.” Hes not going to beat around the bush this time. The smile you give him makes his brain melt slightly. His composure doesnt recover when you take his head in your right hand caressing his jaw and cheekbones. When was the last time he was touched like this? He cant remember but thats most likely because hes sure hes never been held the way you are holding him. Leon finds himself wanting to know what your thinking right now and hates that he cant.
You let out a small chuckle and tell him to untie the knot on your sweat pants. He does so and is satisfied at how easily they come undone, he curses himself for wearing jeans and a belt here. “good job. Now pull down my pants and my boxers.” he goes to rip them off of you as fast as he can but when you urge him to slow down he does just that, even though it pains him to do so.
When your pants and boxes are past your mid thigh he marvels at the sight of your bush, he can feel his mouth watering at the sight. A taunting noise comes out of your mouth when he doesn't move to put his mouth anywhere near where your cock should be. “Well are you just going to stare?” Your hand on his jaw moves to the back of his head pushing his face into your bush. Leon inhales deeply and savors your scent as much as he can. “Or have you never seen a pussy before?” He won't lie to you or himself because he admits he was apprehensive and a little confused at your lack of a penis. But now- now he couldn't give a shit because he's got your clit in his mouth and at his sheer size and hardness he reckons there's not much of a difference anyways. This is a first for him yes but he is sure it wont let it be his last as he sucks on your clit and he hears you let out soft moans and take in sharp breaths. Oh my god its more than hes ever wanted. “Wow… I'd say I'm almost impressed.” almost? He transitions from sucking on you to adjusting his head slightly lower so he can lick along the entrance of your cunt then take one long lap back towards your clit. “ahhhh… “ he wants to hear you say your impressed with him, hell do anything to hear your praise. He continues to lick and suck on you while he moves his hands from resting right above your knees so he can run fingers against your thighs.
Leon brings his left palm to press right onto your pelvis right where your happy trail leads into your pubic hair then he adjusts slightly so he can focus his tongue more towards the entrance of your sex while he lightly rubs circles on the head of your t-dick with his thumb. “Shit- ah… okay-” he removes his head and thumb from you so he can place his right hand there instead. He positions his pointer and middle finger at the opening of your cunt teasing the muscles there. He uses his left thumb to massage your clit once again and hes working the most beautiful sounding whines from you currently. “S-show… offffnghgg!” He slides his fingers into you slowly- agonizingly just so he can bask in the low drawn out moan you give him. You almost completely swallow his knuckles and he holds his fingers inside you curling them in then making them flat again. “Huff… uhhhhhhggggg mmmmmmm…..” with every thrust of his fingers you let out a new sound and Leon loves it. He watches as you scrunch your face in pure pleasure and let your jaw go slack. When you swallow around air he wants you to swallow around him instead. “just like that leon!” You clench around his fingers and with a few more moments you're bending over him propping yourself over his shoulders while you orgasm.
Leon takes his finger out of you and you straighten out your posture taking his hand coated in your orgasm up to your lips and clean his fingers off. It feels like an eternity by the time you've licked off all of yourself from his extremities, knuckles, and palm. If he was in clearer head space he would joke about you having a thing for his hands.
He lets you let go of his hand which plops down in-between his knees hitting his completely forgotten erection sending a searing jolt of pleasure through him. “I think…wooooo! You earned it.” you take off the remainder of your clothes and Leon feels WAYYYY too clothed in front of your nude self. He's quick to take his shirt off and even elated when you start to undo his belt and slide his pants off of him. When he's also fully naked you sit back on your heels and analyze him, he leans back into your couch and spreads his legs in order to give you a better view. “I wasn't lying to you.” You place both your hands on his chest squeezing the fat there then pinch his nipples. Leon bites his lips and lets out a harsh moan. “You are very good looking for your age, mister Kennedy.” You pinch hard on his right nipple making him let out a moan so loud he feels bad for your neighbors. “Wow! It's been long hasn't it?”
“Rectorichal?” you shake your head no. “It's been long-” you bend forward to kiss his neck. He hears you mumble ‘how long?’ while your left hand trails down to his cock, he can feel his erection instinctually move up towards your hand. “S-sso long…” he feels you hum against his neck as you kiss him right next to his adams apple. When your hand finally wraps around his dick he thinks you're just going to jerk him off but then you pull away from him, leaving your left hand wrapped around him.
you climb on top of him, positioning yourself on his lap so that you can straddle him. He can feel the tip of his cock begin to penetrate your cunt. Leon feels like the luckiest man in the world when you take him all the way down to his balls in one go. You feel like what he hears the faithful call heaven. Jesus fuck- hes pussy drunk on you and you've only sat on his cock. And when you move god he's glad you decided to ride him instead jerking him off, because the way you clench his around dick is so fucking nice he knows he wont last long.
His hands fly to your waist and grab a hold of you. Leon makes sure he grabs you hard enough to leave bruises. You rock your hips back and forth and bounce up and down on your knees setting the tempo a little too slow for his liking but he sits back and lets you continue.
You kiss him like you're starving, teeth gnawing on his lips demanding to be let in. Leon parts his mouth and whines when your tongue clashes with his. His heart is beating so fast while trying to keep up with your moving body and he curses himself for being 26 years your senior. “Leon?” you say his name between pants and the sounds of your skin slapping against his.
“Y-yesss…” he whimpers into your mouth when you halt your movements. He paws at your skin because he needs you.
“Fuck me.” and oh god does he fuck you. He lifts you up by your ass just enough so you don't have to do anything else but let him ram his cock in and out of your tight wet cunt. Between his moans and whimpers mixed with the curses flying from your mouth the sounds filling the room are just plain crude.
He chants your name like a prayer as you break away from his mouth to nibble and suck at his neck. “You f-feel am-mam-mazing…” you clench around his dick making his hips falter for a second, if you do that again he might come too soon. “S-stop-” you slam your ass down onto his hips despite his plea. Immediately he feels his whole body tense up.
He closes his eyes and his palms flex against your ass cheeks as he comes deep inside of you. Your head moves so you can place a kiss in his hair and you cup his cheek with your left hand soothing the wrinkles there. He came inside you- shit he came inside you. His eyes fly open in realization and he feels himself about to have a heart attack because there is no way he just knocked up someone 26 years younger than him.
It doesn't seem like you mind because when he looks at you you're working yourself up to your second orgasm using his come leaking out of you as lube. Leon wants to tell you to stop because he's scared of you getting pregnant but watching as you twitch and shake and squirt all over his abdomen he can't find it in himself to do so.
You pull yourself off of him and he cringes when cold air from your apartment hits his limp dick. As you walk away down the hall he listens to you scamper around your apartment opening/closing drawers and then turning on what Leon's assumes is your shower. You waddle back into the living room with two towels in your hand and hold one out for him to take, he gives you a confused look and he's only given one back. “God, who have you let yourself fuck?” You tug on his hand and force him to follow you into your bathroom. “Seriously- you've never heard of aftercare?" He doesn't have the energy in him to explain to you that no- he's never heard of aftercare. Leon instead lets you wash his hair and make him feel the cleansest he's ever felt.
God he can get used to you spoiling him.
end notes: OMG I'm so embarrassed Tumblr posted this wrong last night and I woke up this morning and almost cried because of it.
