#dutchfic

Reindeer Games | 18+ | Leon Kennedy x Albert Wesker

Weskennedy Week Day 3: Temporary Allies + Handcuffs (NSFW) - Read on AO3

“Straight to business, huh? I was hoping for some foreplay.” Leon teased with a purse of his lips, raising a brow as Wesker’s head immediately pivoted to look at him. Leon was staring at him with his arms folded across his chest, in one of those compression t-shirts that he knew Wesker liked on him. Predictably, his attention went to his toned arms; Leon smirked. He could feel his eyes on him, even through the sunglasses. They really did very little to conceal anything about him now that they’d become so close.   “Really? Hmm,” Wesker drawled, the side of his mouth quirking up in a smug grin as Leon paced towards him with an affirmative hum. “I suppose I could make some room in my schedule for you in the near future…” He purred, spinning on his heel to face him and arching a brow. Leon continued to close the distance between them until both of their unbound chests pushed against one another’s. Wesker tilted his head down so that Leon could run the tip of his nose over the bridge of his own, gently urging his sunglasses down from their position. Albert purred as Leon watched the playful bat of his blonde eyelashes behind his lowered glasses. Lethal red eyes stared at him behind the soft follicles. Leon licked his own lips as their eyes met. They hadn’t touched one another, but half of the fun was in the buildup. The banter, the wit. The gentle humor and heated gazes… It never mattered if they saw each other often, or for long periods of time when they were together. Neither of them had entered this… whatever they were with any kind of delusion of normalcy. 

Weskennedy Week Day 1: Hurt/Comfort + Stalking (NSFW) - Read on AO3

“Nobody’s pitching anything to me, drinking synthetic blood is the right thing to do.” Leon snapped. “Like I said, I don’t want to feed on-” His nostrils flared, blue irises being swallowed by blown, black pupils.  Wesker had reached beside himself, found a jagged piece of wood and gashed the middle of his inner forearm with it, giving little more than a mildly-inconvenienced-sounding grunt. Leon watched the blood slowly seep from the wound, dark red and everything he wanted. He was keenly unaware of the amused expression on the now-injured party’s face as he watched the vampire lean closer to the cut, creeping to it like a predator about to strike. Wesker felt his skin prickle with gooseflesh at the power he held over this young vampire. Leon lost himself momentarily to his instinct, lunging at the delicious blood, his lips inches from his precious life force before he was abruptly stopped in his tracks by Wesker’s free hand grasping the erection in Leon’s jeans. His smile grew. “This indicates otherwise.” He purred, his hot breath washing over Leon’s scalp.

It hadn’t felt like you were apart at all. You’d taken them with you everywhere; in a memory, in a joke between friends. Immortalized them by sharing a name, a hairstyle, or a piece of clothing. Honored them with little homemade talismans that you’d fondly rub your thumb over and hold close to your heart, precisely where they had so effortlessly touched you in return. It would take decades to say everything, longer still to feel it. How do you show love to something that is just as much of you as your blood and bones? All you could muster was a deep, even breath and a quick swipe at your eyes. They’d invited you here, to share this with them. Just like the jungle, the mountains, the mines… This was home to you now, too. You felt complete, included. Thoroughly welcomed.

Weskennedy Week Day 2: R.P.D. + Cockwarming (NSFW) - Read on AO3

“Thought you were off today…” Leon yawned against his naked shoulderblades, nestling himself closer to the captain. His arms snaked around his bedmate’s thick waist, drawing him closer to him and away from the edge of the bed. Wesker smirked as he let himself be dragged across the full-size mattress, letting out a defeated sigh. “I’m supposed to be.” “A captain’s work is never done,” Leon mused sagely, his warm mouth pressing kisses against his favorite moles and freckles adorning Wesker’s back. A hand rubbed gently over his stomach, the edge of Leon’s pinky finger brushing against the start of the captain’s bush. The other hand rubbed tenderly at his flank, bracing Wesker’s heavy breasts against Leon’s forearm. He was thoroughly tangled up in him. Wesker purred, his chest puffing out in a drowsy exhale. He hooked a leg with Leon’s, whose legs wrapped around it instantly in return. He smirked.

Weskennedy Week Day 4: Uniforms (NSFW) - Read on AO3

Albert parked his car in the lot behind Moon’s and entered the eatery. It was just as frigid in here as it was outside , he’d thought bitterly; thankfully he was partial to sweaters. They were clearly recovering from their early bird rush, a time that Albert intentionally avoided; he didn’t want to see his coworkers on his days off, so he intentionally always came when he knew none of them would be here.  The bell chimed as he entered, and he had to stop himself from looking visibly disappointed that the handsome barista from yesterday wasn’t here. Oh, well. Back to finding this place completely and totally un-… Leon walked by holding a crate of fresh fruit for the pastries and breakfast bowls they’d started serving recently. Albert folded his arms across his chest, digging his nails into his flanks as Leon raised his arm, using his forearm to swipe sweat from his brow. He was probably unloading the truck and taking the supplies wherever they needed to go . He drew in a slow breath through his mouth, pursing his lips at the prominent sweat stain that had been visible at his underarm when he’d raised it up. Leon bent over to grab a milk crate and Albert caught notice of powdered sugar stains on his rear end again: two perfect handprints. The thought of his hands kneading delicious treats into creation and hauling heavy supplies around made his whole body feel hot. He swallowed back the saliva in his mouth and licked his lips. Had his uniform been particularly tight today?  ...interesting.

Sniper grew these in his small, portable home, and their scent always made Medic’s mind wander to where he’d found himself longing to be: Waking up to the glorious sight of Sniper, completely nude, standing at his small sink, peeling and propagating and prepping and preserving while the smell of coffee wafted up to the loft bed where the doctor lay, nestled beneath warm layers of blankets of all different textures and weights. The blinds over the small windows would remain drawn until the doctor awoke, but he’d often lay still and silent just to watch how the small bands of light that snuck between the blinds added orange stripes to his lover’s bare skin. Medic so adored the marksman’s lines; the lines of his face, the stretch marks that raked up his hips and the sides of his breasts, the healed, puckered flesh of his y-shaped scar… the light curved around his round belly like a ribbon around a present. A gift indeed, and for his observation only.

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