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Leon S. Kennedy
Running through the corridors of Salazar’s castle, Leon felt his vision growing blurry. He had known this mission was doomed to fail ever since Méndez had implanted the plaga into his body. He felt weak and dizzy, and fighting the ganados was becoming a complicated task.
To make matters worse, he had been separated from Ashley for some time and couldn’t find her anywhere. That only worsened his anxiety, he had to find her before the worst could happen. Leon pushed a door open and immediately recognized the purple torches adorning the place. It was an ordinary room, the walls painted a dark wine shade, a red carpet on the floor, a brown sofa in the corner, and in the center of the room, the Merchant.
The Merchant was an enigma, probably the greatest mystery of that cursed village. For some reason, he was there, with the risk of becoming infected with the plaga just like Leon. And Leon couldn’t quite believe it was worth it, since he seemed to be the man’s only client in the village. His greatest question, though, was why this guy was helping him so much.
— Stranger! My favorite customer — The Merchant seemed happy to see him, but his cold eyes quickly narrowed, lines forming on his forehead as he noticed Leon’s pale skin and shallow breathing — Everything alright?
Leon didn’t answer. He only arched his back, resting one hand on his knee, while the other massaged his temple. He felt something tearing inside, his tissues heating up, something growing, feeding on his vitality. His legs trembled and he lost balance, his body falling toward the ground. Instead of the dirty carpet, Leon landed against a warm, firm chest, with strong arms immediately catching him. The mysterious Merchant didn’t let him fall, he slipped his arms beneath Leon’s knees and lifted him, carrying him over to the leather sofa in the room.
—You’ll be alright, stranger — The man set him down gently, watching him with steady, tender eyes — What’s the problem? Were you hit?
Leon shook his head, too weak to speak. A sudden tingling made him groan in pain, raising his arm. He watched as black veins formed all along his skin, pulsing, stinging, burning.
— D-damn it — Leon muttered in pain, closing his eyes and hugging himself, desperately wishing this was just a bad dream.
He didn’t notice the Merchant walking over to his table full of weapons and supplies, opening a case and pulling out a syringe filled with a black liquid. The taller man returned and knelt at Leon’s side, grabbing his affected arm. The blond opened his eyes, trying to pull his arm back, suspicious. Even though the Merchant had helped him many times and offered generous discounts, he couldn’t just let the man inject something unknown into his body.
— It’s alright, you can trust me — The Merchant kept his grip firm but gentle, his gloved fingers brushing soothingly over Leon’s frantic pulse —I won’t hurt you.
Leon looked at him, as if searching for truth in those tired eyes. He decided it was worth the risk, he wouldn’t be able to finish his mission to save Ashley if he was suffering like this. He nodded and closed his eyes, turning his head away.
The Merchant smiled beneath his scarf, though he didn’t like seeing his favorite customer in such pain. He held the syringe and pushed the needle into Leon’s arm, injecting the serum into his vein, the agent let out a low groan, he had never been a fan of needles, after all.
Seconds passed, and true to his word, the pain faded, leaving only the sting where the needle had been. The Merchant’s gloved hands massaged his arm so carefully that Leon almost wanted to just collapse on that sofa for a few hours. He deserved a break. He needed one. The feeling of being cared for was oddly attractive, and honestly, he felt safe with the taller man, like he didn’t need to worry about enemies as long as he stayed in this room, in the presence of the mysterious figure.
—Better?— the man asked, his voice calm, before throwing the syringe back into the case.
Leon looked down at his arm, the black veins already fading, disappearing. The burning in his body eased, that awful tightness in his chest and stomach giving him a break.
— Much better — He let out a quick, breathy laugh, adjusting himself on the sofa —Won’t you miss that serum?
The Merchant seemed surprised by how much value Leon gave to the product, when himself didn’t care much about it. There were more important things at stake, like the blond’s health.
—Well, if it helps you, I don’t mind.
Leon felt his cheeks heat up and cursed himself inwardly. He nodded at the Merchant’s words, not knowing how to react, after all, the man had just admitted he cared, right?
— Thank you — He looked away —How much do you want for the serum? I’ll pay you
— No need — The Merchant’s tone was firm as he walked back to his usual spot behind the table filled with goods — I gave it to you because I wanted to.
Leon shifted uncomfortably on the sofa. He didn’t want to seem weak, like someone who constantly needed help and charity. He could pay for the serum, even if he was saving his pesetas to upgrade his pistol.
— And I insist I can pay — He stood up, walked to the table, and dropped his coin pouch on it.
The Merchant shot him a heavy look, the kind that makes you uneasy. He seemed to be studying every detail of Leon’s face, his eyes tracing the blond fringe, lingering on his parted lips. Leon swallowed hard, almost feeling naked under his gaze.
— You know, Leon… — The Merchant reached out with his gloved hand, brushing aside the blond strands covering his eye — You’re a rare jewel.
Leon froze, nervous at the touch. The man’s hand was firm, yet gentle, moving his hair aside as if it were gold. He had no idea how the Merchant knew his name, maybe heard from Luis or Ashley, but he couldn’t deny he liked how it sounded in that deep, accented voice.
— Just take my money, alright? — He pushed the pouch bag forward again, ignoring the compliment — I have to go. Thanks again.
Leon adjusted his holster and turned to leave, but a familiar hand caught his wrist. The Merchant pressed the pouch of coins back against Leon’s chest.
— I don’t want your pesetas — His eyes were steady, unwilling to accept Leon’s money —Your health is enough.
— Why do you say that? Do you know me from somewhere? — Leon asked, hanging the pouch back on his belt.
He didn’t understand the Merchant’s care and concern. Of course, he also liked the man’s calm, steady presence between the chaos, like a lifeline to hold onto. But to give up pesetas just to help a stranger? That wasn’t something the Merchant usually did.
— No, Leon — The man’s gloved fingers tilted his chin upward — You’re my favorite customer, that’s all
The warmth of the gloved hand on his face disoriented Leon for a moment. He looked up at the Merchant, who seemed conflicted, as if fighting against something he wanted to do. Leon wondered what desire the man was holding back.
— I’m not your only customer, am I? — Leon asked, grabbing his wrist now, noticing the man was a good few inches taller than him.
The Merchant chuckled behind his scarf, pulling his hand back.
— There are a few others who buy from me here, but they don’t interest me nearly as much as you — His tone was soft, clearly flirting.
Leon closed his eyes, trying to calm his racing heart.
—You’re intriguing too— Leon admitted, opening his eyes and realizing the Merchant had stepped closer, only the table separating them — Hiding your face like that…
— My face? It’s nothing special — The taller man seemed hesitant to talk about it — Do you want to see it?
Leon’s eyes widened slightly. Would this mysterious, shadowed man really reveal his identity just because Leon wanted it? He couldn’t be misreading the atmosphere, could he?
— If you’re fine with it — Leon said, anxious. He really wanted to see what was behind the scarf.
The Merchant nodded, sighing as if gathering courage. He lowered his hood, revealing short, dark and messy hair, black as night. His hand pulled down the scarf, showing a sharp nose, a defined jaw, thin lips, and a few days’ worth of stubble. He couldn’t have been more than thirty. He was a handsome man, and Leon admitted to himself that he was attracted to him. So attracted that he couldn’t look away, his eyes drinking in every detail before the man could cover himself again.
But before the Merchant could pull his scarf back up, Leon leaned in, cupping his face in both hands and sealing his lips with a slow, heated kiss.
Leon didn’t know why he had done that, he believed the Merchant’s presence was driving him crazy, making him lose his mind, fascinated by him, and overwhelmed by the feeling of protection every time he approached the purple torches and saw the man there, accompanying him on his mission like a guard dog.
The dark-haired man seemed shocked by the contact, but quickly melted into the agent’s touch, extending his hand and holding Leon’s arms. He moved his lips, breaking the kiss.
— Leon… I… are you sure? — He caressed his arms, eyebrows furrowing in concern — I don’t want you to regret this later.
— I won’t — Leon murmured, leaning in for another kiss, but was stopped by the Merchant, who stepped back and walked around the table, stopping in front of him.
— You're too good… I won't be able to control myself around your beautiful body — He leaned in, capturing Leon's lips and placing both hands on his waist.
Leon shuddered at the compliment, he liked being praised and desired. He had been called beautiful many times, even Luis had tried to flirt with him during their short time together on this mission, but there was something different about hearing it from the man in front of him. Their tongues intertwined, beginning a wet and sinful kiss, while their hands explored each other’s bodies. Leon felt his body ignite, no longer from the plague that had previously infected him, but from the touches and the saliva he exchanged with the handsome man in front of him.
He felt the Merchant grab his thighs and lift him, carrying him toward the sofa where he had been before. The taller man laid him down gently, soon pressing his covered body against Leon’s, their erections pressing together, generating a mutual sigh between them. It had been a long time since Leon had fucked with someone he was truly attracted to, and now it seemed he would finally have a more intimate encounter. Between so many ganados and crazy people, the merchant was everything he craved, especially considering how his human warmth was making Leon's head spin.
— Someone's eager… — the merchant smiles between the kiss, his large hands sliding down to Leon's waist, one hand invading his pants and reaching for his straining, throbbing cock.
— F-fuck… please — Leon moans, unsure of what he's begging for. He feels his body feverish, his muscles quivering and yearning for the dark-haired man's touch.
His hands run down the merchant's chest, stopping at the hem of his long black overcoat. The dark-haired man lets him, helping his hurried hands remove the coat. The merchant wears a sleeveless black shirt that exposes his arms. They're thick and muscular, but not overly so. Leon also notices several scars adorning his skin.
As much as he wanted to stare, his eyes quickly closed as he threw his head back with the sensation of the dark-haired man's hands on his length. Leon reveled in the rapid strokes that rose and fell over his cock, the pre-cum soaking his underwear. Quickly, the merchant reached around his waist and pulled down his tight pants and underwear. Leon hissed as the cold air hit his cock. He felt the merchant lift his shirt up above his chest, making him embarrassed at how quickly he was losing clothing while the other was practically fully dressed.
The merchant looked him over for a few seconds, his eyes roaming over his exposed cock, abdomen, waist, neck, lips, and finally, his flushed face. Instinctively, he tried to close his legs and hide his nakedness, but stopped when he realized the merchant was standing between his legs, unwilling to move.
— Perfect, just perfect — the dark-haired man whispered, his eyes never leaving his pale, unmarked skin. His gloved hand caressed his chest, and the taller man moved, his fingers circling Leon’s hard nipples.
Leon bit his lip to keep his moans from getting louder, taking the merchant's hand to hold up his black shirt. His eyes rolled back when the dark-haired man's mouth closed around his nipple while stimulating the other with his fingers. The merchant's tongue circled that sensitive area, giving it a few nibbles that drove the agent wild. Tired of all the teasing and this seemingly endless foreplay, the blond grabbed the merchant's shirt and brought him close to his face, so they were face-to-face.
— Enough, I-I need you — He spoke with a shaky, breathless voice. — Inside me.
The taller man seemed speechless for a few seconds, but then he began to turn Leon onto his back with a certain urgency. He couldn't hold back after hearing his favorite client say those words full of desire and need. Leon pressed his face into the soft pillow, thrusting his butt upward, letting out a soft moan as he felt the rough hands run over his buttocks, massaging the pale flesh. He heard the belt being unbuckled and the rustle of fabric, and suddenly he felt nervous.
Not because he was so vulnerable and surrendered to a stranger, but because he was no longer used to this type of interaction. His hands gripped the fabric of the sofa tightly, and he closed his eyes, waiting. His hips instantly tilted back as he heard a moan from the dark-haired man, seeking more contact.
— Easy, Leon — The dark-haired man moved, chuckling in his ear, his hot breath brushing the back of his neck — I don't want to hurt you.
He felt a cold liquid at his entrance and was soon invaded by the merchant's index finger, now without gloves. His mouth opened in delight, and he felt his cock harder than ever. It wasn't long before the merchant added another finger, beginning scissoring movements, opening him.
— A-ah, so good — Leon sighed, his blond hair falling over his eye. He shifted his hips, forcing the brunette's fingers in and out of his entrance.
The merchant worked his fingers eagerly, as if he, too, was tired of waiting and just wanted to take him for himself right then. But the taller man controlled himself, massaging the skin on the agent's hip and stretching him further. It didn't take long for him to withdraw his fingers, eliciting an uncomfortable groan from the agent.
— So needy — The brunette chuckled again, pressing a kiss to his ear. — I'm going to take care of you now.
His large hands gripped his buttocks, spreading them slightly. Leon waited anxiously for the intrusion, and when it finally happened, he let out a loud moan that echoed through the room. The merchant's cock was large, thick, and invaded him with intensity, leaving him seeing stars.
Embarrassed by his moan, Leon buried his face in the pillows again. The brunette finally reached his end, filling him completely. They remained still for a few seconds, but Leon couldn't hold back any longer, grinding against the merchant's hard cock.
— P-please — he moaned, turning his head back, trying to see the other man's face. His chin was gripped by large hands, and his lips were soon captured in a deep kiss.
— You're so beautiful when you're begging for more — The merchant caressed his flushed cheek, giving him one last peck before beginning his thrusts.
His cock moved in and out, and each time it returned to Leon's warm core, it was deeper and more intense. Leon moaned, gripping the couch until his knuckles turned white, his mouth falling open as he drooled with pleasure.
The couch springs creaked, and the sound of skin slapping against skin carried through the room. Leon's blue eyes rolled back as the merchant hit his prostate with such delicious intensity. Overwhelmed by the pleasure he felt, Leon came in white spurts across the brown couch, his walls squeezing the merchant's length.
The blond felt his vision darken, his body going limp, leaving him in a state of near-fainting for a moment. As he regained his breath and lucidity, he paid little attention to what the merchant was doing, only wanting the dark-haired man to reach his climax inside him. The dark-haired man groaned, pausing for a moment, but soon resumed his thrusts, fucking Leon harder. He felt himself getting closer to his orgasm, gripping Leon's hips to sink deeper into his heat, his fingers leaving red marks on the pale skin.
— So beautiful, taking my cock so well — he grunted, feeling the blond’s body shudder beneath him. He smiled, knowing how much the agent liked to be praised.
It wasn't long before he felt his release, coming and filling the agent's entrance, leaving him completely full. Leon groaned in satisfaction. The merchant fell onto Leon's body, short of breath. They stayed like that for a moment, catching their breath. The merchant's hand still gripped the blond's hip, surely leaving marks.
After some moments, the dark-haired man pulled away and removed himself from Leon, sitting lazily on the sofa, chest rising and falling after his release. Leon turned over, now lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, still dizzy from the previous sensations. He didn’t notice the Merchant getting up and dressing, nor when the taller man returned with a wet cloth. The blond lazily closed his eyes, letting him clean the white fluid covering his abdomen, the result of his own release.
— You were amazing, Leon — The Merchant spoke softly, his movements light and careful, as if any firmer touch could break him.
Leon enjoyed being desired and treated so well, he wouldn’t mind staying a little longer in the company of the taller man. He opened his eyes as the hands withdrew, noticing the Merchant fully dressed again, hood, coat, and scarf in the right place. He quickly sat on the sofa, shivering as the merchant's warm fluid ran from his entrance. He collected his clothes one by one, ignoring the heavy gaze of the dark-haired man, who returned to his usual spot behind the table.
— I don’t want things to change between us, stranger — The Merchant murmured, looking into his eyes.
Leon sighed, feeling his face heat up like a sauna, suddenly very embarrassed by his previous behavior, he was begging like a slut.
— Nothing will change — He smiled faintly, standing with some effort, still in disbelief that he had been fucked by this hooded man —I’m your customer, right?
— The best I’ve ever had — The Merchant laughed, approaching the blonde — Are you leaving now?
Leon nodded, sighing deeply. As much as he wanted to sleep on that sofa with the Merchant’s comforting presence, he still had a teenager to save. He had already wasted enough time… distracted.
— I have a mission to finish — Leon approached the Merchant, who had held his hands.
— Of course — He stepped closer, sealing their lips in a slow, calm kiss — Take care, stranger, and come back if you need me.
The blond smiled faintly, nodding. They let go of each other’s hands and stepped back. The Merchant returned to his spot behind the table and Leon walked out the door.