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Ragged breaths echoed quietly in the dark cave as the injured American agent tried to navigate himself to safety— or whatever could pass as safety in this sick corner of the world. His boots dragged on the ground as he held his side, finding himself drawn to a dim light off in the distance. Leon leaned against the wall to catch his breath, searching his attaché case for any spare herbs or medicine.
“…shit.”
Coming up completely empty, Leon Kennedy gritted his teeth and continued to move slowly along the wall. The cave was quiet, at least. Only the dripping water and occasional fish splashing around in the lake broke the silence. No sign of any ganados or the dreadful sound of the novistadors, at least. Leon never cared for bugs, let alone ones as tall as he was. Not to mention they were fucking invisible. But that was beside the point.
After a short walk that felt longer than a mile, the battered agent finally spotted a welcoming blue flame. A wave of relief washed over him as he stumbled towards a familiar figure.
Were his eyes always… glowing?
"Welcome, stranger," the mysterious merchant greeted pleasantly, looking over his favorite customer. "What are you buyin'?"
The merchant's fluctuating wares were spread out on a few wooden crates, ranging from handguns to an entire goddamn rocket launcher. Leon seemed to scrutinize the inventory, his expression slowly turning to disappointment.
"You don't happen to have any sort of medicine, do you?" Leon asked quietly, clutching his side a little tighter.
A frown crossed the merchant's face as he stepped closer to the wounded man. His eyes wandered up and down Leon's figure, cataloging his various injuries.
"I have a first aid spray and some bandages. Will those be enough, stranger?" The merchant's voice was softer than usual, and he was already fishing the offered items from his personal stash.
"That would be perfect, thank you. How much do I owe you?" Leon was checking his pockets and counting out a small pile of pesetas. His previous gun upgrades had drained his wallet considerably.
The merchant smiled behind his mask, shaking his head and declining the outdated currency. This secluded village hadn't been using money for years, but the young agent didn't need to know that.
"Consider this a reward," the merchant said as he pressed the first aid spray into Leon's hands. "For being such a loyal customer," he added. Their fingers brushed against each other gently, lingering a moment longer before parting.
Leon took his time dressing his wounds, his calloused hands precise and all too familiar with the task. Well defined abdominal muscles were on full display, and some sort of scars on his chest peeked out from where the shirt was held up. The merchant turned away, pretending to sort his wares to give the other man some privacy, ignoring the urge to drink in the sight of his favorite customer's body.
It didn't take much longer for Leon to finish up, and he started to head towards the cave entrance.
"Thank you. Next time I'll—" Leon suddenly found himself on the ground coughing blood into his hand, head spinning as he felt the plaga inside of him vying for control. His vision was going red as he reached for his combat knife, only to be grappled and his jaw forced open.
Cool water passed his lips, along with a pill as a partially gloved hand kept his mouth shut, the other arm wrapping around him and holding him steady.
"Don't be afraid, stranger. Trust me."
At that moment, all Leon wanted to do was melt into those arms. He was so tired. Tired of being strong, and tired of being alone. Leon was afraid of the plaga, and what it was doing to his body and mind. But this felt safe, so he swallowed the pill obediently. It only took a few moments for the plagas to quiet down, leaving Leon in control of himself. He looked over at his masked ally, eyes wide.
"You…?"
"Heheh, you can't live freely in this village without a little… insurance, so to speak. Anyways, I don’t fancy the idea of my best customer becoming nothing more than mindless livestock.” There was a wistful tone in the merchant’s voice.
“I owe you one,” Leon murmured, suddenly aware of the fingers that were still brushing against his lips.
It had been… too long since the last time the American agent had experienced intimacy of any sort— platonic or otherwise. There were certainly better times, and absolutely better places, but Leon still found himself pressing a kiss to the merchant's fingers. They were rough, the taste of gunpowder lingering.
"Stranger…" the merchant whispered, tracing the younger man's lips until his hand moved to cup Leon's cheek. "You sure about this?"
"Please," Leon requested, leaning into the touch.
Leon let himself be guided up, and his back was pressed against the cool stone wall. He reached out and gently ran his thumb across the purple scarf covering the merchant's face, asking permission. He desperately wanted to be kissed.
The merchant wasted no time in discarding the scarf, revealing chapped lips and various scars. Leon didn't care, pulling him in and closing the distance between them. The agent let out a sigh as he kissed the other man, reveling in the warmth of another living person.
Lips fit together like a puzzle, and Leon felt needy— almost feral— as he bit the other man's bottom lip, drinking in the groan he received before he slid his tongue into the merchant's mouth. The older man let Leon control the kiss as he shuffled off his top layers. Coat, belts, bandoliers, holster— all made it into a messy pile on the floor.
Leon unclipped his own holster and dropped it on the ground. The merchant grabbed a handful of his hair and tipped the agent's head back, lips traveling eagerly down his neck. The younger man let out a sharp breath as the merchant marked him. A red bruise formed angrily against his pulse point.
Something hard pressed against Leon's stomach, and he eagerly reached down to stroke the older man through his pants. He could feel the heat through the fabric, and enjoyed how the merchant got harder as he rubbed his palm against him. Low moans in Leon’s ear only spurred him on further— he wanted more.
Suddenly, the merchant grabbed both of Leon’s wrists and pinned them above his head, pulling the agent back into the heated kiss. He nudged Leon's legs apart, pushing his knee between them. The agent began to grind against the merchant's thigh, rolling his hips and letting out pleasured noises.
The merchant let his hands roam over the American agent's chest, slowly feeling down his sides and reaching in between his legs. He frowned slightly when he found no trace of an erection.
"Maybe I'm not quite your type, love. No harm, no foul," the merchant laughed quietly.
Leon continued to shamelessly rut against the merchant as he clumsily undid the button on his pants, finally moving back and guiding the merchant's hand into his boxers. He was so wet, much to the merchant's surprise.
"Ohh fuck, stranger," the merchant breathed in wonder as he felt along the slit of Leon's dripping pussy. “So wet for me… how am I supposed to hold myself back now?” he groaned, voice heavy with lust.
“Don’t. Don’t hold back. I want you to ruin me,” Leon begged, his heart pounding. He hadn’t felt this vulnerable in years, but right now this was everything he needed.
"Careful what you wish for," the older man leaned in and whispered, breath hot against Leon's ear.
The American gasped as a finger circled his hard clit, teasing it and driving him crazy. A light pinch sent sparks through his nerves, and he wanted nothing more than for this man to make him come in his pants. The agent rested his head on his lover's shoulder and panted as his tiny, plump cock was stroked just right. Just as he was getting close, the merchant removed his hand, much to Leon’s audible dismay.
'Patience, stranger. Be good, and I promise I'll fuck you til you can't stand."
The merchant hastily moved some guns off the makeshift table. A ratty sheet covered the boxes, and both of them managed to discard their all-too restrictive pants. Leon licked his lips at the sight of the merchant's hard cock. It was thick and veiny, framed by wiry curls of dark hair, and looked like it would fill him up just right.
Sitting down on the boxes, the merchant began to lay back, and gently pulled Leon over. The American agent was more than willing to oblige, and moved to straddle the older man’s hips.
"Up here, stranger," the merchant requested playfully, tapping his lips.
Leon smiled and swung a leg over, facing backwards as he hovered over the merchant's face, pussy spread open for him to please however he saw fit.
"Fucking gorgeous," the merchant praised, giving Leon's ass a firm squeeze and a light slap.
"Ah—!! Please—" Leon gasped, feeling his sex throb in response. He was at his limit, nearly ready to fuck the merchant's face himself.
Luckily, the young agent didn't have to wait long before rough hands guided him down to the merchant's waiting mouth. There was a low moan from Leon as the older man slowly tasted him, tracing along his folds and teasing his clit. His taste was musky with a hint of sweetness— intoxicating and addicting.
Leaning forward, Leon kissed the tip of the merchant's cock, tongue darting out to lap up the salty precome. The older man groaned as Leon swirled his tongue around the tip before slowly taking it into his mouth. The younger man took his time, leaving soft kisses up and down the shaft while strategically sizing him up. Once he was confident he could take it all, he wrapped his lips around the tip again.
Without warning, Leon pushed his head down and took all of the merchant’s length at once until it was deep in his throat. It had been long enough since the last time he gave a proper blowjob that his skills were rusty. Leon gagged helplessly around the thick intrusion, his throat spasming around the merchant's cock.
The merchant moaned as Leon took all of him, tongue working the length while his nose pressed into the dark curls of hair at the base of the shaft. Moving on instinct, the older man thrust his hips up, fucking Leon's throat as the younger man sucked him in and bobbed his head up and down. Obscene noises echoed from his throat with every thrust of the merchant's hips.
"Haahh… fuck, stranger. Fuck. Your throat is so tight. You tryna make me cum before you?" the merchant groaned, feeling along Leon's muscular thighs.
There was an audible 'pop!' as Leon moved his head away, taking a deep breath. "I can't say the idea didn't cross my mind," he replied playfully, voice hoarse and wrecked.
"That just won't do, love. Don't you know the customer's always first?"
Before Leon was able to laugh at the merchant's comment, moans were spilling from his lips as something penetrated him. Not a tongue or fingers, but something soft, thick, and gently wriggling. Flashbacks to the merchant's glowing eyes and the ganados with odd tentacles coming from their mouths came to mind. Maybe he should have been more alarmed or scared, but the merchant had his tongue tracing around Leon's clit, and it was just enough that he didn't care what happened as long as he could feel like this.
"Oh god…" Leon moaned, lips pressed to the merchant's hard cock.
Leon's feeble attempts to pleasure the merchant were going nowhere, his mind barely working. He was gently nosing along the merchant's length, leaving open mouthed kisses in between heavy breaths and low moans. As the merchant filled his pussy, Leon felt two fingers push into him, stretching him out even more. He cried out, eyes rolling back as he drooled on the cock in front of him.
Suddenly, the tentacles and fingers were gone, leaving Leon clenching around nothing.
"You okay? Let me know if it's too much," the merchant said, kissing Leon's inner thigh.
"...Shit. Don't stop, please don't stop," Leon panted, legs shaking as he let the merchant go back to work on him.
"Heheh, that's what I like to hear, love."
The merchant's fingers pumped in and out of him a few times before the older man gently moved to his ass, circling the rim.
"This alright?"
Leon nodded. His heart felt light at the care this man was showing him. He didn't know his name, and had barely had a proper conversion with him, but the younger man felt so safe.
"A-ahh…"
Slick with Leon's juices, the merchant's finger pushed into the tight entrance, lazily fingering his ass as lips wrapped around his stiff clit. Lightly sucking on the sensitive bud while still teasing his ass, the merchant had Leon Scott Kennedy wishing for a name to scream. The American agent settled on digging his short, blunt nails into the merchant's surprisingly soft thighs, leaving bruises in his wake.
Opening his mouth, the merchant snaked his tentacles back into Leon's dripping cunt, the strange appendages seeming to grow even bigger than before. A second finger stretched his ass, and Leon was so deliciously full.
The tentacles massaged and stroked Leon's walls, reaching deep inside him and curling around to rub his sweet spot. Leon was unabashedly riding the merchant's face, blowjob long forgotten and completely abandoned. A clever tongue flicked against his sensitive little cock, the rhythm unpredictable against the steady fingers fucking his ass. He was so close to orgasm, the feeling building and building and building inside of him.
The merchant's tentacles continued to fuck in and out of him, and the man knew his goal to make the American agent come first was well in sight. He flattened his tongue against Leon's clit, letting him get the most friction as the younger man enthusiastically fucked his face. It was obvious that Leon was on the verge of orgasm, his cunt clenching around the tentacles. Just a little more, and…
"G-gonna cum—" Leon gasped, rolling his hips a few more times before tipping over the edge.
"FUCK—!!" Leon was sobbing as he came, the pleasure overwhelming as his vision went white. He rode his orgasm out, fucking his cock against the merchant's hot tongue. The tentacles were still moving and twisting inside him, and Leon wasn't sure if he'd survive much more.
Sensing that Leon was at his limit, the merchant removed his fingers and retracted the tentacles back into his mouth. He left several kisses down Leon's pussy and thighs, licking up all of his slick juices and humming contentedly.
"Well. I certainly wasn't expecting that." Leon's voice was shaky as he righted himself, clambering awkwardly off the boxes with the grace of a newborn fawn.
"Likewise, stranger," the merchant chuckled, sitting up and stroking his cock lazily. It looked almost painfully erect, and Leon felt a twinge of guilt.
"Let me help with that," Leon insisted, laying his hand on top of the merchant's.
"Anything for my best customer," the older man said with a smirk, eager to have more of the infamous Leon S. Kennedy to himself.
Leon swung his leg back over the merchant's body, his cunt still overstimulated and dripping. Gently pushing the merchant back down, Leon braced himself on the man's chest. He lowered his hips and let his pussy rub up and down the hard length, enjoying the heat and sucking in a harsh breath as his clit rubbed against the shaft.
The agent continued to steadily jerk off the older man with his cunt, moving his hips with practiced expertise. Sweat rolled down his neck as he continued to rut against the merchant. Eyes met— one pair a calming blue, and the other steadily glowing red. It felt dangerous. It felt delicious.
Leon glanced at the older man's lips, curious about what he experienced earlier. Luckily, the merchant was plenty observant, and he opened his mouth to show off a human tongue and four extra appendages. Unable to contain his interest, the younger man moved in closer, lips parted. Leon moaned into the merchant's mouth as the odd tentacles instinctively filled his mouth and rubbed sensually against his tongue. They were slick, and the taste was a mix of Leon's own pussy and something… oddly sweet? It was making something in his body ache with need, and he hadn't even noticed that the merchant was the one guiding Leon's hips now. Their cocks rubbed against each other, and Leon jolted back.
“F-fuck… put it in already— please,” Leon gasped as he broke away from the kiss, lips shining and red.
“I don’t have a condom—”
“I don’t care. As long as you don’t care, then I— ahh—!!” Leon’s eyes rolled back when the merchant penetrated him, wasting no time between the two of them before fucking the younger man raw.
Leon bounced like a ragdoll on the merchant's hard cock. After only a few rough thrusts, the agent's pussy was spasming as he came again. It was as if his nerves were on fire, the slightest touch sending pleasure coursing through him like shockwaves.
Overwhelmed, Leon went slack in the merchant’s arms, his full body weight pushing down on the merchant.
"Now this won't do, stranger."
In an instant, Leon was lifted and flipped around, suddenly being bent over the makeshift table. The merchant roughly thrust himself back into Leon's pussy, grabbing his arms and holding them back while he pounded into Leon with intent. Leon was being used like a fuck toy, and he absolutely loved it.
The wet slapping echoed in the small cave as the merchant fucked the agent open on his cock. Leon moaned loudly, no longer worried about anything else as his voice echoed in the cave. The merchant reached up to shove his fingers into the younger man's mouth, quieting him considerably. Leon happily accepted all he was given, sucking eagerly as the merchant kept using his body.
"God, stranger, you're so fucking lovely. Could fuck you all day and I'd still want more." The merchant's voice was overflowing with lust as he used his favorite customer.
"Mmhmm—!! Mmmnnn…" Leon moaned, still suckling on the merchant's fingers.
Every thrust was making Leon's pussy clench around the merchant, and a wet puddle was forming under him. Even with his cunt squirting and dripping, he was so tight. His body was begging for more, and the merchant was more than willing to give him what he wanted.
Leon whined pitifully as the merchant removed his fingers from his mouth, worrying that the merchant would stop fucking him. Instead, both hands gripped his hips and the thrusts were so much more intense, the head of his cock pressing against Leon’s cervix..
"I'm getting close, love. Where do you want it?"
"Inside, a-ah, please!!" Leon's broken voice was filled with need. His vision was blurred and his legs were still shaking, but he was in heaven.
"Mmm, so polite. How could I refuse such a request?" the merchant replied, giving Leon's ass a slap before thrusting hard and deep into the younger man.
The merchant was reaching his limit, the combination of Leon's tight pussy and the sweet sounds of his pleasure were driving the older man wild. His hips snapped with purpose, and he was soon spilling his seed into Leon with a grunt.
Hot come pumped into Leon, flooding his insides and bathing him in a warm feeling. There was so much— too much, perhaps. Definitely more than a normal human could produce, but Leon was enjoying every bit of it. When the merchant finally pulled out, a flood of come gushed out of Leon's abused pussy, pooling around his thighs as he trembled weakly.
“Fuck, fuck , that was good,” Leon gasped as the merchant helped him sit down on the crate.
With that, the merchant kneeled down and pushed Leon’s leg up, bringing his mouth down to start cleaning up the agent’s messy cunt. Leon hissed and dug his fingers into the wooden crate, resting his leg so it hooked around the merchant’s neck. He kept eating the younger man out, continuing until Leon tipped his head back and silently came on his tongue, clit throbbing.
“Oh god, I don’t think I can take anymore,” Leon wheezed, wiping away the sweat from his forehead.
“I’m glad I could satisfy ya,” the merchant said, a hint of pride in his voice.
“I uh, don’t suppose you would be interested in meeting like this again?” Leon asked, half joking.
The expression on the merchant’s face went from surprised to delighted.
"Heheh… come back anytime."