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❝ course you were. ❞ the least surprising thing leon has said, really more of an obvious fact than anything. he seemed like a boy scout, and thinking of a young leon adorned in the uniform and badges brings a little smile to his lips. he wondered if leon had a good childhood, he deserved one. the turk closes the distance between their steps, wordlessly offering his shoulder for the other to lean on should he need it. coming up to their residence for the night, reno couldn't help the grimace that graced his features. what a dump. well, beggars couldn't be choosers.

❝ well, seems like this is our digs for the night. how about you get comfortable while i find ourselves something to eat ? ❞ as comfortable as a crumbling house could be, anyways. a underfed and unseasoned chicken didn't really sound appetizing at all, but it was better than eating nothing at all. hopefully there was a clean ( or clean enough ) pot in the house that he could boil them some water to drink too. ❝ don't wanna hear about how much of a shit cook i am, though. not like we're working with much. ❞

      𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐔𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. during their short-lived walk. he chose not to indulge it by stepping further aside. the assistance might have been needed but his mind didn't grant him that right. this was absolutely miserable, skulking forward and feeling sick to his stomach. it'll pass soon enough, as usual. mind strayed, constantly keeping a watchful eye on him. leon was in a weakened state, now would be a perfect time to stab him in the back and twist the proverbial knife. he loathes this newly adopted trait, that prevalent distrust in people only trying to help. however betrayal never transpires. the opposite occurs, they reach 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐘 together. wooden door creaks open and they are met with stale, dead silent air.

      ❛ home, sweet home ... i guess. ❞ lackluster tone for a bleak outlook, it even started to sprinkle by the sound of faint droplets hitting their humble abode’s roof. he stumbles on wrinkled up carpet but catches himself, deciding to just sit on the floor and lean against 𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐘 plastered walls. one knee is raised, arm propped and resting over it while his handgun settles across his thigh : finger eases off the trigger. reno had a knack for brushing off tension, his jokes are heavily anticipated due to this fact. a deep breath fills his lungs, expelling with the lightest chuckle that feathered out in stifled coughs. he ate still-warm vipers, and raw fish. anything he cooks will taste like divine intervention.

      ❛ i'll do my best, can't always be a luxury suite experience. ❞ eyes linger upon his, breaking contact when it delves 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐑 and starts to feel much too intimate. he casts a few glances around the cabin, minding the cobwebs and whistling winds creeping in. ❛ bit of an odd place for a date, though. don't you think ? ❞ another look casts his way, wincing as he readjusts. still, pallid lips curve : a smile ghosting amidst his drained face.

--------      𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙀𝘼   𝙃𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙒𝙄𝙉𝘿    &       𝙇𝙀𝙊𝙉   𝙆𝙀𝙉𝙉𝙀𝘿𝙔 @rigortus

leon was going to be the death of him, there was no denying it. not that reno would, he wouldn't want to go out any other way. the touch of their foreheads grounds him somewhat, keeps him from floating away in a cloud of bliss. he can't even say anything in retort to that, only a pleased little half-moan half-hum vibrating in his throat and fluttering from his lips at his words. it was hardly new, but a strange part of his heart glowed with something softer at the thought that it wasn't new, a shared feeling built over the time they've spent learning about each other. and they were learning more every day, like now. hands go easily as they come to wrap around lean's neck, his legs following suit with ankles crossing around the blond's strong back. so strong and yet so gentle . . . like the teeth that find themselves around his jugular, like a predator about to rip the throat of it's prey out. but it ends just on a marking bite, his arousal spiking almost painfully at the thought.

❝ you say that and then you act like you're about to try to eat me alive. ❞ his final observation as he's deposited onto the mattress, hands and legs still wrapped around leon like his life depended on it. at this point, it did. he throws his head back against the bed at that delicious roll of hips, back arching at the contact. ❝ look pretty, huh ? little early to— ❞ words dissolve into a shaky moan when those dangerous teeth find his chest, leaving another mark that will linger for many nights to come. the second, tender, bite to his nipple almost makes his mind go blank, his hands gripping against the back of leon's neck and his legs squeezing his waist intensify, his hands no doubt leaving fingerprints in their wake. ❝ yeah, yeah i can do that. ❞ he finishes his sentence like an afterthought, like his brain was trying and failing to catch up with the movement of their bodies.

      𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐘. the way reno coiled around his body like an anchor into this world. that only tether left between sinking and floating away entirely. his moans entice a firmness in his lower abdomen, where tension builds and spreads out between his thighs in pestering aches. hips shift uncomfortably with it each time, arousal wincing and inspiring a gentle grunt from him. blond lashes flutter, shuddering from the warmth of skin and pleasant taste lingering on his tongue. similar to when someone bathes and spruces up with smooth, lightly 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 lotion. apologetic kisses dance around the ridges left behind on his breast, making the flat surface red with circulated blood. he almost doesn't want to look at his face. it'll drive him crazy. but there was no other choice, he couldn't avoid that crippling desire to watch him unravel.

      soon enough would he lean away, acknowledging the little ploy to drag his boxers down. gaze is narrowed, but half-lidded and unfocused. tease. he never failed to get him flustered, and it shows through his 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐃 scoff. they were already way past the threshold by the time he aids in their removal. it's not as though they haven't seen each other naked, but he never got used to that vulnerable feeling it induced. ❛ there. ❞ he breathed, relieved by cooler room temperature as it made contact with much too fevered flesh. freckled shoulders obtain the most radiant blush, glowing on pale complexion. the other man intimidated him, but it wasn't negative : this feeling stemmed from being uncertain in everything he did. suppose that was his 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 personality, having that self-conscious streak and underlining need for guidance despite his own experience.

      he begins taking mental notes, absently dwelling on the tousled red strands clinging to reno's forehead. it nearly gives him pause, but he snaps back to reality. fingers hook into his waistbands, stacking both pieces of clothing together just shy of pulling at them. briefs, and slacks aren't needed right now. ❛ why don't we take these off, so we're even. ❞ he allows enough space to ease him out of their tight hold, eyes locking onto him like a target and studying each contour that came from being handled like this. deep below the surface, he is fighting off that urge to 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑 anything that didn't want to cooperate. reno would be annoyed, easy as stuff was to replace, it shouldn't have to be in the first place.

 It   was   true,   her   eyes   really   sparkled   when   he   said   they   were   going   out   for   sushi,   something   she   really   enjoyed   doing.   It   wasn't   something   she   did   very   often,   but   whenever   the   opportunity   presented   itself,   she   took   it.   Although   that   wasn't   the   important   thing.   He   had   paid   attention   to   what   she   silently   wanted.   Not   all   men   noticed   the   silent   signals   a   woman   gave   off   (   Usually,   Aranea   tends   to   be   quite   direct,   but   there   are   times   when   even    herself   doesn't   notice   her   own   desires   ).         ‟        How   observant.         ”     She   said,   once   again   showing   her   authentic   flirtatious   smile   before   taking   another   sip   from   her   glass   of   wine.

The   food   in   front   of   them   really   looked   fascinating   and   delicious.   This   had   really   been   a   good   idea.   The   exhaustion   of   her   body   called   for   something   simple   and   unrefined   after   a   mission,   but   now   that   she   saw   the   delicious   sushi   in   front   of   her,   it   was   totally   worth   the   effort.   She   looked   at   the   agent   very   closely,   especially   at   the   way   he   held   the   chopsticks,   and   with   that,   she   couldn't   help   but   let   out   a   small   giggle   (   strangely   not   mocking   ). 

  She   let   him   talk   while   her   eyes   followed   the   movements   of   his   hands   until   she   couldn't   contain   herself   anymore.   She   got   up   and   moved   her   chair   next   to   his   and   then   sat   down   again,   this   time   next   to   him,   as   close   as   possible.        ‟     Well,   I'm   sure   you   might   like   this   a   little   more.        ”     She   said   calmly   as   she   skillfully   and   comfortably   picked   up   her   own   chopsticks   and   took   a   piece   of   sashimi,   bringing   it   up   to   his   mouth   to   feed   him.        ‟      This   tastes   even   better   than   that   raw   fish   you   ate   that   time,   I   promise,      ”        she   said   playfully.       ‟      now   be   a   good   boy   and   open   that   mouth   wide.         ”  

      𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. perhaps its driven by the trauma he had experienced in raccoon city. but his ability to notice everything became an unshakeable quality : one that played into his favor with her. awkward fingers clench at the wooden sticks, knowing they wouldn't affectively grab onto anything around their shared plate. sushi was assorted in a neatly decorated row, paying mind to those 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 garnishes and wondering how anyone could eat them. it's literally a flower with no taste. oh, right ... he once gnawed on herbs and swallowed raw eggs without flinching. leon almost forgot, but the memories never cease to flood back. eyes lift to watch those movements, huff expelling from his nose with a welcoming smile. an open 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 to being closer and perhaps capturing deeper hints of her perfume.

      warm flushes cross his features, beauty marks more prominent as wine settled and heated up his blood. he studies the woman on a different level now, their chairs connecting almost symbolically. pale hues flicker away, not realizing his own shyness around her. ❛ seems you know me a little too well. ❞ no denying it, and that touched his heart. even more so when she captures the sashimi with ease and raises it towards him. before the agent 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐒 her command, he chimes at the regard to his habits on that desolate hellscape. ❛ i think anything tastes better than the fish i wrangled out of those dirty, disease infested waters. ❞ cheeky grin is flashed, leaning just a bit with direct eye contact. what a good boy, indeed.

      mouth opened upon approach, closing around the entire piece. he retreats, all too pleased with himself. a low hum emits as he swallows it down, tongue rolling around to 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 the remnants. not bad, wouldn't beat an old-fashioned burger and fries. ❛ never imagined us like this. ❞ chopsticks are still being held at the ready, repositioning his digits to mimic her own. ❛ feeding each other, i mean. ❞ and leon attempts to gather one up for her, hand shaking ever slightly thinking it may fall to pieces. somehow he manages what seemed impossible, reveling in his accomplishment to return her affection. ❛ anyway, don't let me have all the fun take a bite, see how you like it. ❞