Weskennedy Week 2024: Handcuffs (NSFW)
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weskennedyLeon,
For the tyrant in your life.
- Ada
A strange black cylindrical device decorated with two red rings had sat plainly in a small box on the bed of the hotel room Leon had been staying in. He had no idea what it did, but he knew who he had to find in order to figure it out. The government agent pursed his lips, inspecting the contraption. He’d never seen anything like this before, but then again it’s not like he was surprised. Ada and Wesker both always seemed miles ahead of whatever technology the government gave him to work with.
Leon flipped the device over as he heard a soft beeping on it, observing a small screen with a red blip on it. This was tracking something. Leon smirked.
His tyrant.
Wesker let out an irritable sigh as he effortlessly leaped up to the top of the water plant, taking a moment to observe the view of the city below him. The sun would be up in a few hours; he didn’t have much time. There were rumors of some new kind of Hunter variant that had managed to reproduce here as a result of some stolen eggs by a rival organization.
Typically, this kind of mission was drastically beneath him at his current rank. However… Wesker sought to take care of this little problem himself: neutralize the supposed Hunters, or gather any intelligence he could about the B.O.W. situation here. Ada had given him this tip-off directly, so he was keen to investigate it firsthand, without the interference of his employers. He began his descent down into the bowels of the plant.
Leon pulled up, parking his bike and making his way into the large industrial building. He entered through a back door with a nearly-rusted-off padlock, pacing idly down a narrow walkway towards where the actual water was. He had a feeling that’s where the action would be. The device beeped softly in its place within a spare gun holster at his hip. He’d brought his Silver Ghost just for good measure, but he wasn’t anticipating needing it…
Unless that tyrant might have been in a bad mood.
Albert furrowed his brow distastefully as he paced across an observation deck to an office, letting out a silent, sharp exhale through his nose. The water in the large basin that sat below the enclosed office space was clean. There was nothing here. Not that this tawdry city’s water treatment hadn’t absolutely fascinated him, but… He tilted his head to the side, observing activity on a severely outdated television monitor. Less than nothing. Perhaps they were smaller, traversing through some of the smaller pipes that hung above the metal half-decks out there. That would be the ideal breeding place for them; somewhere dark, small and damp. It was worth taking a look.
He exited the office, effortlessly bounding down to the walkspace just beneath the pipes. From what he’d gleaned from some diagrams in the other room, these pipes had much power water pressure than their larger accompaniments, so his theory about some kind of strange creature growing within them wasn’t entirely unfounded-
“Uh oh. Here comes trouble,” Wesker’s pupils pinned behind his dark sunglasses, then blew. He couldn’t help the smirk spreading across his face as he looked over his shoulder to face Agent Leon Kennedy. He assumed Ada’s intel came from some kind of government agency; it didn’t surprise him that they’d sent someone here. He was, however, pleased that the agent in question had been the one he’d been growing quite fond of lately.
“Trouble is possibly already present.. if you’re here for the same reason that I am.” Wesker clicked his tongue, turning his attention upward back to the pipes. Leon watched him with a smirk, admiring the subtle lack of an adam’s apple (that his turtleneck often drew attention away from, Leon assumed) along the curve of his neck and the steady movement of his chest as he breathed deeply and evenly. “I’m not above temporary allyship with you in an effort to get to the bottom of this,” Wesker hummed with a self-satisfied lilt of his voice, He missed him. “The reward for your cooperation, of course, will be escaping with your life.” It had been a few months since their last reunion, which was common for them.
Work always came first, it was a natural fact of life.
“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.
“Well… you know what they say…” Leon mused, the movement of his mouth making their lips brush together.
He kissed down Wesker’s jawline, mouthing softly at his neck, careful not to leave any markings that could be readily seen. Rough hands slid beneath his black suit jacket and moved upwards. He couldn’t help but groan as he felt the tyrant arch and stretch beneath his touch, any air of nonchalance absolutely dissipated with a pleased sigh. Leon’s hands roved to Wesker’s flanks, thumbs running over the sides of his breasts, feeling the soft flesh through his turtleneck. As anticipated, Wesker’s arms raised to accommodate his touch.
Removing them from within the jacket, one hand playfully tugged at the buttons at the front of his blazer (Albert had given him such grief for popping the buttons on it during their last reunion), his other set of fingertips brushed over the device in his holster. He knew Wesker could hear his heartbeat kicking up; Leon let him think it was in anticipation for a much-wanted kiss, and not what he was about to spring on him.
“... There’s no time like the present.” Agent Kennedy moved quickly, taking out the device in his holster and flicking a switch on it. The edges of the device lit up red, expanding itself into a strange silhouette. It looked like two cylindrical pods, connected by a flexible-but-strong… oh.
Handcuffs?
Wesker’s eyes immediately went to the device, letting out a surprised sound that Leon had never heard from him before.
Oh, Ada.
Leon watched with raised brows as the device immediately seized Wesker’s slightly-raised hands and, with a swift maneuver from Leon, raised them above his head, with one of the strong water pipes holding him up. Wesker stood on tiptoe in a desperate attempt to grain some kind of footing, but to no avail. There were no railings, and thanks to those informational posters in the office, he now knew that these pipes were meant to withstand several thousand tons of water pressure, meaning that without any kind of real leverage or ability to throw his weight around, he was… completely and utterly contained.
“So since you’re just hanging out now…” Leon gave him a playful smirk, watching with glee as Albert’s face was nearly as red as the glowing lights of the restraint device, “... I think your busy little schedule just cleared right up for me.” Wesker scoffed, narrowing his eyes and rolling his jaw.
You smug mutt!
“Look at you. You’re practically glowing.” He sneered, watching as Leon’s smile only grew in proportion to just how completely immobile his objectively-stronger lover was. He folded his strong arms across his chest as if showing off his freedom to do so. “You think so? I have been using that stuff you left at my apartment a few months ago… it’s really been clearing up my complexion, just like you said it would.” Leon idly tossed his head, moving his bangs out of his eyes so that he could keep looking up into the hellfire of Wesker’s own, giving him a lopsided smirk out of the corner of his mouth.
“Of course it did, that’s what-” It’s supposed to do, once you actually use it as it was prescribed to you. By me. Albert closed his eyes and hissed out an exhale through his teeth. Leon’s smirk only widened, enjoying the mild irritation on his beloved’s face. Leon wasn’t honestly suggesting that he stay like this, was he? His heart pounded in his chest as he searched his partner’s eyes for any indication of a next move. He was usually so predictable, why was he being so opaque now?! Heat rose to the back of his neck, flushing the concealed skin a brilliant red. This silently thrilled him.
Leon took a step forward, craning his neck to look up at Wesker and appreciating their new height difference. If he stood on tiptoe, he could nestle his nose just under Wesker’s chin; if his captive craned his neck down, they might be able to kiss. He placed his hands on Albert’s waist, giving it a tender rub on both sides. “Hangin’ in there okay?” He asked with a bit of a shy inflection, and Wesker’s breath stuttered at the… sweetness of it. He looked down at him, their lips brushing together.
Are you alright with this?
Wesker recalled an earlier boast he’d made to the government agent when they’d last crossed paths. Leon had joked about not wanting to tie Wesker down anywhere, and he’d retorted with a smug Ha! I would like to see you try! Wesker’s toes curled in his shoes. It looks like he’d underestimated Leon’s ability to rise to a challenge. He was impressed, once again, by the one that should be his enemy. His cock throbbed in his slacks at the act of defiance, of Leon acting upon what he wanted at Wesker’s earlier encouragement. That’s a good dog!
He knew this technology well; he worked with the people who developed it. B.O.W. capture restraints that sampled the wearer’s genetic makeup and locked them in place within nigh unbreakable “cuffs” that more accurately resembled short cylindrical mitts. There was no doubt that these were a gift to Leon from Ada.
Yes, very.
“Mm, certainly. You know it’s been far too long since we’ve… hung out.” Leon couldn’t help but chuckle, the phrase sounding strange when spoken by someone who spoke as eloquently as Wesker did. He appreciated the parroting of his awful earlier joke, though. Albert allowed himself a fond grin, his pupils blowing a bit to indicate plainly that he was sincerely content. “Don’t tell me you haven’t missed me,” he cooed. “I’ve hardly made myself as much of a thorn in your side as I should be.”
Leon gave him a genuine smile, pivoting to better press his lips against Wesker’s, as if looking for a lie within the kiss. Wesker returned it in kind, parting his lips in a soft groan as Leon’s rough thumb smoothed down one of his faux sideburns. With a chaste peck, he parted, taking a step back. He plucked Wesker’s glasses from the end of his nose and placed them on his own head, using them to keep his bangs mostly out of his face. Albert frowned, feeling the tips of his ears getting hot. Stupid dog. He looked so… Leon gave him a knowing smirk.
Cute?
I was thinking smug. Insufferably so.
“Sooo, since I have you here, mind if I make it worth your while?” He asked, putting his hands on his hips and tilting his head to the side. His lips pursed, eyes wandering over his restrained partner’s long body. He clicked his tongue. “Where would I even start?” He mused, but Wesker could already see the gears turning behind those pretty blue eyes of his.
“Coming here without a plan? Agent Kennedy,” Wesker sighed in faux disappointment, rolling his eyes and hoping the tone and gesture would at least somewhat convince Leon that he hadn’t wanted him as badly as he really did. He could hear his heart beating steadily as he reached his hands up, palming gently at Albert’s heavy breasts through his suit jacket.
“I usually work with a general objective, then make the rest up as I go along.” A dismissive reply, not even dignifying it with eye contact. He watched himself grope his chest, rubbing a thumb along a hard nipple through the soft cashmere. “You know that.” Oh… implying he wasn’t good at his job of being all-knowing? Wesker snickered, shuddering as his fists clenched from within their confines. How dare he! Before he could quip at him for insulting his intelligence, he felt Leon carefully unbutton his suit jacket, both hands generously rubbing his stomach, then hips, then waist in deep, slow, circular motions.
“Predictable as ever.” He tutted, blonde lashes fluttering as they fought against closure. He felt Leon smile as he buried his face between his breasts, inhaling deeply. While his face was hidden, Wesker gave him a fond smile. Very predictable. Leon often hid his face away in his chest, in a fond embrace of his strong arms wrapped around his wide middle (just as he did presently), drawing him to him and taking a series of deep breaths through his nose and out of his mouth. If he’d done it on anyone but Albert Wesker, he would have thought it was perhaps a self-soothing measure. Leon only gave an agreeable hum in reply, lost to Wesker’s scent and superhuman warmth.
Leon’s hands were rough from carelessness and the nature of his line of work. The fingerless gloves he always wore didn’t help matters much. He shivered as they urged his turtleneck out from his slacks, eager to feel his hot skin. Wesker’s stomach muscles clenched in anticipation, his lips pursing as his pupils widened. The ache between his legs was starting to become harder to ignore, but he paid it no mind. Leon would be good to him. Wesker smirked. All he had to do was wait.
He urged the fabric up, higher, higher, higher, peeling the snug-fitting garment up and over Albert’s breasts, his palms carefully cupping his unsupported chest as he heard the tyrant heave a heavy sigh. He hated wearing bras and didn’t fancy binders much either; it felt best to let them be as they were. The supple, worn-in material of Leon’s gloves made his toes curl in his dress shoes, puffing his chest into his grasp with a deep inhale through his mouth. Breathe. Don’t focus on the throbbing of your-
A hot gust of air ghosted over his hard nipples before one was seized by Leon’s hungry mouth. He thanked the gasp for catching itself in his throat as his legs wound around his lover’s wide torso. Leon nosed lovingly at one of the large blue veins running from Wesker’s large areola and upwards towards his collarbone, like a bolt of lightning under his skin. Leon knew it was a big deal that Wesker was whatever kind of superhuman that he was, but he often found himself less mystified by the shows of strength and more stunned by the subtle beauty of things like this vein… or the one just below the roundest part of his lower belly, off to the left side of his hip, right above his cunt. The blue of these veins complimented him just as well as the intense red-orange of his eyes.
He felt Leon chuckle against his chest, reaching his hands down and grasping Wesker’s rear in both hands, giving it a greedy squeeze. “Aww. Feeling clingy?” He teased, brushing the tip of his nose against his other nipple before generously lapping at that one with his tongue too. Albert rutted his hips with a flustered growl; he never used to let people touch his chest, but Leon always approached him with such an air of consideration that it had felt natural to see what he could do. Which, in the predictable nature of experimentation, resulted in the discovery that he had quite the sensitive chest. Leon seemed to appreciate it abundantly.
“You-” A failed attempt at an insult twisted itself into a moan, releasing a held breath as his head lolled back. Wesker squeezed his legs around Leon’s waist with another groan, attempting to get some friction against his throbbing cunt. “Smug dog,” he hissed in irritation; his grasp on his rear and thighs remained firm, no matter how he thrashed. His arms in those tight t-shirts of his never helped, either. The tyrant bit his lip as his eyes lit up for only a moment at each movement of his strong arms. Superpowers be damned; all he could focus on was the wet sounds of Leon sucking on his breasts and his fluttering heartbeat. Wesker never had to ask Leon if he’d been enjoying himself because he could always hear the tune of sincerity his thundering pulse played for him. The sounds, the sensations… they made his eyes heavy. With his arms suspended and Leon supporting the rest of him, he felt like he was floating.
“Mhh, yeah, yeah, keep barking,” Leon crooned, his hands sliding up Wesker’s waist again and to his breasts, gently squeezing them and pressing them together to drag his tongue from one to the other, peppering the sensitive flesh with kisses, hickeys and saliva. Wesker's jaw clenched as he squeezed his legs, trying not to give Leon the satisfaction of any louder moans than he’d already given him, but… “Leon,” he breathed, licking his lips and clearing his throat. “T-tell me you have the override key for these infernal things.” He wanted to run his hands through that soft brown hair, push his bangs out of his face only to watch them fall back down naturally, wanted to grasp his arms and squeeze them, feel the muscle beneath his iron grasp and-
Leon suddenly pulled off of his breast with a wet-sounding pop, prying a surprised gasp from the tyrant. “Override key?” He asked, tilting his head to the side with a furrowed brow. Wesker’s eyes widened, his face beginning to flush even darker. Oh no. “Didn’t see anything about an override key…” He fished in the holster he had it in, then craned his neck to look up at the cuffs. Leon wasn’t bluffing. Wesker was stuck like this. His cock was so stiff it hurt, throbbing needily beneath his slacks. “I figured you could just… get out of them! You really can’t, huh?” Leon asked. Wesker gave him an incredulous look before scoffing and thrashing his torso.
“No I can’t just get out of them, you stupid mutt!” Wesker yelped. Leon held back a laugh at his attempt at hiding the excited panic in his voice. “Once they lock, they cannot be unlocked without an override that is only set to this specific set of restraints,” he hissed. Leon might have really been scared if it wasn’t for the flush of Wesker’s face and his blown pupils. If he was truly angry, those pupils would be looking more like diamonds than circles. “So in order to get me down, we have to-” He squeezed Leon’s middle with his legs again and pulled downwards with his restrained arms. Leon was watching Wesker’s breasts shift in his grasp, grinning fondly before gliding the tip of his tongue over his nipples again. He was listening, but Wesker was worrying way too much. That was pretty typical, though. Bossy old dog.
His eyes fluttered as Leon’s teeth gently gnashed against his breasts, spotting his skin with markings. A hollow, metallic BANG filled the room; Wesker’s thrashing had made quite the sound. Leon smiled against his breasts. “Looks like the only way you’re getting out of those is to break the pipe,” he nodded up at the one that he was currently suspended from. “And if you’re this riled up just from a few kisses…” Leon clicked his tongue, tugging at one of his hard nipples with his teeth, the other being roved over by his rough thumb, “then you’ll be out of there in no time.” Wesker chuckled darkly, biting his own lip and watching his captor hungrily nurse from his sweaty chest. “So just relax, pedigree. Let me be good to you.” A polite request to please him. Wesker’s toes curled in his shoes. There was nothing he wanted more.
“Fine,” He huffed, as if he was going to object in the first place. Leon smirked up at him like he knew, but said nothing. With a pleased hum, he rolled his heavy breasts in his palms, massaging them as a thank you. He pressed a kiss to the middle of his chest, burying his face against the dampening-with-sweat skin, his tongue dipping out to sample it, swirling around the soft blonde hair there before pulling away.
“Always so agreeable. At least give me a run for my money every now and then!” Leon sighed, sounding just as insincerely irritated as Wesker had been.
Very funny, puppy.
Wesker threw his head back and snickered, feeling Leon smiling against his belly as his arms wrapped just under his butt. His lips pecked tenderly at the undersides of his breasts, nudging his nose against them just to feel their weight and warmth on his face. He kissed down his stomach, occasionally pushing his tongue against the flesh of his belly just to feel it squish, gnashing his teeth against it and sucking lightly. “Duly noted, mutt.” he breathed with a lick of his lips, trying not to let his anticipation get the better of his attempt at a firm tone of voice.
As Leon sank lower, his hands roamed his hips, finding the buckle of his belt and running a thumb over it, but ultimately passing up undoing it, even if for only a moment. Wesker’s brows furrowed in protest and as he was about to voice such disapproval, Leon buried his face in his clothed groin and inhaled deeply through his nose, a hand coming down to cup his cunt. Wesker chuffed, his lashes batting, lips parted in a soft groan. Damn his desperation!
“Woof, you really are pent up, I can feel you from here,” Leon mouthed against his cunt with a smirk, slipping his tongue over the tip of his cock through his slacks. Another metallic CLANG! indicated evidence of another eager thrash of Albert’s upper body against the pipe. He looked up at him with a wry grin, gleefully observing the tyrant’s fluster. He finally undid his belt, then hooked his fingers in his pants and underwear, aiming to pull them both down in one smooth motion. “S’okay, we’ll take care of that in just a-” Leon snickered. His rear was catching in his snug slacks. Wesker scowled, letting out a shaky breath. Leon would never confess it, but he always loved watching the slight hip-shimmy Wesker would do when gracefully sliding on his well-fitted pants after they fooled around. It was cute.
Wesker scoffed, wiggling his hips to aid Leon in getting them down. His grasp on his garments remained firm as he let out a ragged moan. Worked up might have been a severe understatement. His underwear had been soaked, a string of wetness connected his blonde bush to his underwear. “Whoa, mama,” Leon licked his lips with a low whine. Have mercy. His cock was stiff, the red tip of which proudly showing itself from between Wesker’s labia. Leon’s hot breath washed over him and another CLANG! sounded off from above him; he could see his belly puff out in a shaky breath.
“Having second thoughts?” Albert panted, still having it within him to challenge him, as if he had any bartering power in his current position. He wished he could run his fingers through Leon’s hair; he loved petting him when he went down on him. He supposed his glasses were doing a good job of keeping his heavy bangs out of his face well enough for them to make eye contact. Leon ran his palms over Wesker’s large, soft rear, giving it an appreciative squeeze, shaking his head repeatedly at the question.
“Oh I’m having thoughts alright,” he murmured, licking his lips as he eyed Wesker’s cock and cunt, “But not second ones. You’re so…” He gave him another squeeze, lifting him by his rear and bringing his cunt to his mouth. Wesker barked out a moan, his head lolling back as Leon’s nose nudged against the underside of his cock while his tongue slid languidly over his wet entrance. He left the thought unfinished, moving his mouth against his cunt and smiling against him as he felt the tyrant’s legs wrap around his head, smothering him in his groin.
“Leon!” Wesker hissed, bucking his hips erratically for a moment as Leon continued to noisily eat him out, his arms thrashing against the restraints. More metalling banging. He was really making quite the ruckus! He felt his hot, wet tongue lapping at his entrance, pushing inside and circling around the sensitive nerves. With each swipe, Albert’s hips rutted, grinding his nose against his delicate undershaft, just below his tip. The friction, the heat, the wetness, it was driving him mad. Leon held him ever-steady, rubbing his thumbs along the soft skin of his behind in slow, circular motions. He’d crouched down now, the restraints not giving Albert too much additional height; Leon could sit up straight and lock his mouth onto him perfectly.
He continued to diligently devour him, not parting from him even as he tugged his gloves off, tucking them haphazardly in his back pocket. “Need t’feel you…” Leon growled. One hand grasped at a large thigh over his shoulder, and the other crept up between his legs, rubbing against Wesker’s soaked cunt. The captive’s eyes were fluttering blissfully, barely managing to focus on Leon’s slurred speech. He’d teased Wesker about being desperate, but Leon always showed his cards too easily. Naive puppy. “Lemme blow you,” he breathed, dragging his tongue over his slit and down to his taint, eliciting a full body tremble before Wesker could stop it. More clattering of the pipe. His arms were beginning to burn from being held up for so long. “Please,” requested despite knowing he had permission to proceed. Albert’s face flushed, his heart skipping in his chest.
They stared one another down, both breathing hard through their noses, fighting to keep their eyes open, wanting to immediately surrender to the other. Leon moaned as those red-orange eyes flashed for just a moment, long enough to let him know he silently cherished the question. Wesker only nodded, mouth parted with a draw of shaky breath. “Yes. Now,” he managed, his voice faltering as his head lolled to rest against his raised arm.
Leon gave his thigh another loving rub while his other hand’s thumb rubbed gently at his slick entrance. His tongue slipped upwards to his cock, swirling around his base and gently sucking him against his plump bottom lip. Wesker trilled, arching his back; any movements he made only pushed him further onto Leon’s face. “Go on, pup,” a breathless urging for him to continue. He needed release. It had been far too long since he and Leon had seen one another.
Tender strokes of his long leg moved its touch to between his legs, gently pulling back his labia to get better access to his cock. Leon buried his face gently in Wesker’s privates, drawing in a deep inhale through his nose. Albert let out a flustered yelp, followed by a sharp exhale of air through his teeth. “Vulgar mutt,” he chided, but the breathless delivery almost sounded bashful. That was fine with Leon; he knew Wesker liked it when he got a little raunchy with it anyway. He circled his wet tongue along his base, slipping it to the underside of his cock and dragging upwards, lightly rubbing against the tip of his cock. The trembling in his legs as they squeezed against his head indicated he was thoroughly enjoying his technique.
Leon was a fast learner, and an eager one, too. It hadn’t taken him long to pick up on what made Wesker writhe and growl, knowing that the more he scolded him, the better Leon was pleasing him. He greatly enjoyed their banter, how Leon would push him and give him attitude and still ask for permission to have him like he wanted. Wesker had also discovered that Leon seldom ever partook in pleasure for the sake of his own. He always prioritized his partner’s, his need for release contingent upon the tyrant’s satisfaction.
CLANG, BANG, BANG, BANG…
Neither of them were paying the pipe any mind. Leon slathered Wesker’s cock with his own drool, dragging wetness from his cunt up and swirling it around his privates with a needy moan. His legs were squeezing his head, barely allowing enough room for his fingers to hold him open and pump into him respectively, but Leon’s hands remained firmly in place. He wouldn’t let Albert deny himself this pleasure by wiggling away. Leon sought to give him an orgasm that would have his legs trembling all the way back to whatever bleak control room he’d come out of.
“Leon!…” Wesker warned, his entire body shuddering harshly. Leon smirked. Ooh, this was going to be a big one. His thighs continued to gradually constrict his air flow, making the agent’s eyes flutter. As he began to feel more lightheaded, he continued his gentle sucking, minding his teeth and parting now and then to draw it out, nipping ever so gently at Wesker’s outer labia, earning another stutter of the hips before drawing his sensitive cock back into his mouth. He felt the heels of his dress shoes digging painfully into his lower back, knowing full well that he’d have two large marks from the hard rubber soles, but he didn’t care. He hoped he’d feel it on his way home; it would be a nice memento to pair with his sore jaw. Leon only gave a hum of acknowledgement.
“C’mon, Wes,” he parted from his cock just enough to pant a few gusts of hot air against his tip while his index and middle finger began pistoning inside of him faster and faster, opting for shallow, precise thrusts against the spot that always forced a desperate snarl out of mean old Albert. “Cum for me,” his mouth slipped over his cock once again, his tongue gently urging itself against his foreskin, hungry for the most vulnerable parts of him. He looked, tasted, sounded so good… and he needed release. “Liiiittle more…” The agent crooned against his tip, the sounds of his thick, rough fingers pumping inside of him making Wesker’s stomach muscles seize. The room echoed with the impact of the restraints against the pipe.
CRREEEEAKKKKKK…
Wesker’s arms were thrashing within the confines of the restraints as he’d felt Leon’s teeth brushing against his cock. His entire body shook as he drew his legs up, tighter around Leon’s head, coiling his body like a spring about to snap. Leon grinned, lashing his tongue against the underside of his cock. With a loud gasp and precisely five rough thrusts of his hips, Wesker came, his head hanging forward as he breathed hard, eyes glowing as blonde lashes fluttered in an attempt to conceal the proof of his pleasure. He groaned raggedly as he watched himself cum in Leon’s face, squirting from him into his beloved’s wanting mouth. The sunglasses on the top of his head were a good call. Usually it got in Leon’s hair, too. He dazedly heard Leon’s heartbeat slowing down, indicating slight suffocation, and managed to will his legs open so that he could breathe.
Drawing in a sharp breath and placing his chin on Albert’s fat thigh, Leon’s eyes fluttered and did their best to focus on the intense gaze of the suspended one above him. His mouth and jaw were wet with him, thoroughly claimed, as he leaned towards his privates again, slipping his fingers out and greedily sucking on them. His tongue slipped over his entrance one final time in an effort to clean him up (the best he could do given the circumstances), minding his very sensitive cock as he planted a feather-light kiss to his shaft’s underside. He didn’t seek to overstimulate him; not this time, anyway. Leon wasn’t so cruel. His hands returned to Wesker’s thighs, holding them as they trembled and shook, rubbing from his rear to his knees in deep, slow movements, coaxing his strong muscles into relaxation. Wesker was grateful for his mercy.
“Easy, easy,” he cooed, gently pecking the inner dips of his thighs on each side of his cunt, like one would kiss the cheeks of a loved one before departing. Leon slowly pulled his head away, kissing at his thighs to the insides of his knee, batting his eyes and smirking wryly up at him. “You alright up there, pedigree?” He asked, breathless. Wesker chuckled hoarsely, endeared by the troublesome agent’s well-earned smugness.
“I suppose,” he hummed, unable to help the grin that slid on his face as he felt Leon’s hands grasp his underwear and slacks and slowly began re-dressing him. Leon laughed at his absolutely entirely composed response, nodding his head as though taking his comment into account.
“Huh, I guess I’ll have to make you feel much stronger next time,” their eyes met in another playful challenge. Next time, I’m going to overstimulate the hell out of you and leave. He sealed the promise with a kiss to the blue vein on his lower belly. Wesker’s toes curled as he barked out a Ha! “Go ahead, challenge me again. How’d that work out for you last time?” Leon tilted his head to the side with a crooked grin, glancing fondly at the dimple at the corner of Wesker’s mouth.
“Delightfully.” Wesker countered with a sneer. Leon rose to his feet, pulling Albert’s turtleneck down, smoothing it carefully before urging the pants up and over his rear, and buckling his belt. Next were the buttons on his blazer, which he also did with care. Finally, his sunglasses. He took them off his head and stood on his tiptoes, taking Wesker’s mouth in a gentle kiss before sliding the glasses back onto his long nose, using his index finger to carefully push them high onto his nose where they belonged. He grinned at his own reflection in them. Wesker sighed blissfully, uncaring of the feeling of sticky wetness clinging to his thighs and underwear. Perfect. “Now, be a good boy and-”
“Well, I hate to leave you high and dry…” He dragged the side of his thumb over the corner of his own mouth, gathering one last bit of Wesker’s cum and pushing it into his against his tongue, “but I’ve gotta make myself scarce. This is private property, y’know. Government agents can’t just run around doing as we please like some people.” He explained, slipping his gloves back on. Wesker’s eyes widened, brow furrowing as his lips pursed.
Wait. What?
“Wh-”
“See you around, Wes!”
“Leon!” Wesker shouted, hearing Leon’s footsteps as he made his way down the sets of stairs to the bottom of the tower. He was really leaving him like this! Wesker exhaled sharply through his teeth, furrowing his brow and closing his eyes with an irritated sigh. He looked up at the pipes and growled distastefully. Great. Now the only option really was to break the-
“I take it you found the stray puppy wandering around here.” Wesker perked up. “Hope you had a good time playing together.” A playful, knowing lilt. He could have gasped in relief.
“Agent Wong,” Wesker announced her professional title in the most level voice he could muster, “I would appreciate some assistance.” He found her sitting on an adjacent pipe above him and just out of his reach. She tilted her head to the side and smirked, crossing her leg and rolling her ankle idly, as if she was thinking about it.
“I don’t know, I don’t think I want to put myself under a broken water pipe.”
Wesker let out a low chuckle, trying to sound like he was unamused. It was quite the opposite; he had been quite grateful for the… gift. “Very funny. As you can see, it’s not presently broken, so if you would be so kind as to-”
BRRRR…
He looked up with a quiet gasp; clanging turned to groaning as the pipe finally tore open, dousing him with a still-very-harsh blast of freezing cold water. His rear collided with the hard metal floor, his legs too weak to catch him, rendering those quick reflexes of his completely useless. Ada watched with a smile that lit up her features before using her hookshot to grapple over to a set of dials opposite the office and turned one, shutting off the water to that series of pipes.
Wesker stood before her utterly drenched, red eyes alight with utter non-amusement. He was breathing hard through his chest, trying to keep his still-trembling legs steady as he slowly stood up. Ada’s eyes lingered on them like she knew exactly that, refusing to wipe the knowing smile off of her face, unfazed by his obvious irritation. Leon must have done a number on him. Wesker always looked significantly less intimidating after he’d orgasmed, she thought with a bored sigh.
“Some good news, though. Little silver lining to cheer you up,” Ada strode over to Wesker, whose brow arched inquisitively. She held up the override key, tapping her index finger along its edge with a smirk. Wesker’s expression immediately soured in anticipation of the jest at his expense. “I found that sopping wet B.O.W.”
For the tyrant in your life.
- Ada
A strange black cylindrical device decorated with two red rings had sat plainly in a small box on the bed of the hotel room Leon had been staying in. He had no idea what it did, but he knew who he had to find in order to figure it out. The government agent pursed his lips, inspecting the contraption. He’d never seen anything like this before, but then again it’s not like he was surprised. Ada and Wesker both always seemed miles ahead of whatever technology the government gave him to work with.
Leon flipped the device over as he heard a soft beeping on it, observing a small screen with a red blip on it. This was tracking something. Leon smirked.
His tyrant.
Wesker let out an irritable sigh as he effortlessly leaped up to the top of the water plant, taking a moment to observe the view of the city below him. The sun would be up in a few hours; he didn’t have much time. There were rumors of some new kind of Hunter variant that had managed to reproduce here as a result of some stolen eggs by a rival organization.
Typically, this kind of mission was drastically beneath him at his current rank. However… Wesker sought to take care of this little problem himself: neutralize the supposed Hunters, or gather any intelligence he could about the B.O.W. situation here. Ada had given him this tip-off directly, so he was keen to investigate it firsthand, without the interference of his employers. He began his descent down into the bowels of the plant.
Leon pulled up, parking his bike and making his way into the large industrial building. He entered through a back door with a nearly-rusted-off padlock, pacing idly down a narrow walkway towards where the actual water was. He had a feeling that’s where the action would be. The device beeped softly in its place within a spare gun holster at his hip. He’d brought his Silver Ghost just for good measure, but he wasn’t anticipating needing it…
Unless that tyrant might have been in a bad mood.
Albert furrowed his brow distastefully as he paced across an observation deck to an office, letting out a silent, sharp exhale through his nose. The water in the large basin that sat below the enclosed office space was clean. There was nothing here. Not that this tawdry city’s water treatment hadn’t absolutely fascinated him, but… He tilted his head to the side, observing activity on a severely outdated television monitor. Less than nothing. Perhaps they were smaller, traversing through some of the smaller pipes that hung above the metal half-decks out there. That would be the ideal breeding place for them; somewhere dark, small and damp. It was worth taking a look.
He exited the office, effortlessly bounding down to the walkspace just beneath the pipes. From what he’d gleaned from some diagrams in the other room, these pipes had much power water pressure than their larger accompaniments, so his theory about some kind of strange creature growing within them wasn’t entirely unfounded-
“Uh oh. Here comes trouble,” Wesker’s pupils pinned behind his dark sunglasses, then blew. He couldn’t help the smirk spreading across his face as he looked over his shoulder to face Agent Leon Kennedy. He assumed Ada’s intel came from some kind of government agency; it didn’t surprise him that they’d sent someone here. He was, however, pleased that the agent in question had been the one he’d been growing quite fond of lately.
“Trouble is possibly already present.. if you’re here for the same reason that I am.” Wesker clicked his tongue, turning his attention upward back to the pipes. Leon watched him with a smirk, admiring the subtle lack of an adam’s apple (that his turtleneck often drew attention away from, Leon assumed) along the curve of his neck and the steady movement of his chest as he breathed deeply and evenly. “I’m not above temporary allyship with you in an effort to get to the bottom of this,” Wesker hummed with a self-satisfied lilt of his voice, He missed him. “The reward for your cooperation, of course, will be escaping with your life.” It had been a few months since their last reunion, which was common for them.
Work always came first, it was a natural fact of life.
“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.
“Well… you know what they say…” Leon mused, the movement of his mouth making their lips brush together.
He kissed down Wesker’s jawline, mouthing softly at his neck, careful not to leave any markings that could be readily seen. Rough hands slid beneath his black suit jacket and moved upwards. He couldn’t help but groan as he felt the tyrant arch and stretch beneath his touch, any air of nonchalance absolutely dissipated with a pleased sigh. Leon’s hands roved to Wesker’s flanks, thumbs running over the sides of his breasts, feeling the soft flesh through his turtleneck. As anticipated, Wesker’s arms raised to accommodate his touch.
Removing them from within the jacket, one hand playfully tugged at the buttons at the front of his blazer (Albert had given him such grief for popping the buttons on it during their last reunion), his other set of fingertips brushed over the device in his holster. He knew Wesker could hear his heartbeat kicking up; Leon let him think it was in anticipation for a much-wanted kiss, and not what he was about to spring on him.
“... There’s no time like the present.” Agent Kennedy moved quickly, taking out the device in his holster and flicking a switch on it. The edges of the device lit up red, expanding itself into a strange silhouette. It looked like two cylindrical pods, connected by a flexible-but-strong… oh.
Handcuffs?
Wesker’s eyes immediately went to the device, letting out a surprised sound that Leon had never heard from him before.
Oh, Ada.
Leon watched with raised brows as the device immediately seized Wesker’s slightly-raised hands and, with a swift maneuver from Leon, raised them above his head, with one of the strong water pipes holding him up. Wesker stood on tiptoe in a desperate attempt to grain some kind of footing, but to no avail. There were no railings, and thanks to those informational posters in the office, he now knew that these pipes were meant to withstand several thousand tons of water pressure, meaning that without any kind of real leverage or ability to throw his weight around, he was… completely and utterly contained.
“So since you’re just hanging out now…” Leon gave him a playful smirk, watching with glee as Albert’s face was nearly as red as the glowing lights of the restraint device, “... I think your busy little schedule just cleared right up for me.” Wesker scoffed, narrowing his eyes and rolling his jaw.
You smug mutt!
“Look at you. You’re practically glowing.” He sneered, watching as Leon’s smile only grew in proportion to just how completely immobile his objectively-stronger lover was. He folded his strong arms across his chest as if showing off his freedom to do so. “You think so? I have been using that stuff you left at my apartment a few months ago… it’s really been clearing up my complexion, just like you said it would.” Leon idly tossed his head, moving his bangs out of his eyes so that he could keep looking up into the hellfire of Wesker’s own, giving him a lopsided smirk out of the corner of his mouth.
“Of course it did, that’s what-” It’s supposed to do, once you actually use it as it was prescribed to you. By me. Albert closed his eyes and hissed out an exhale through his teeth. Leon’s smirk only widened, enjoying the mild irritation on his beloved’s face. Leon wasn’t honestly suggesting that he stay like this, was he? His heart pounded in his chest as he searched his partner’s eyes for any indication of a next move. He was usually so predictable, why was he being so opaque now?! Heat rose to the back of his neck, flushing the concealed skin a brilliant red. This silently thrilled him.
Leon took a step forward, craning his neck to look up at Wesker and appreciating their new height difference. If he stood on tiptoe, he could nestle his nose just under Wesker’s chin; if his captive craned his neck down, they might be able to kiss. He placed his hands on Albert’s waist, giving it a tender rub on both sides. “Hangin’ in there okay?” He asked with a bit of a shy inflection, and Wesker’s breath stuttered at the… sweetness of it. He looked down at him, their lips brushing together.
Are you alright with this?
Wesker recalled an earlier boast he’d made to the government agent when they’d last crossed paths. Leon had joked about not wanting to tie Wesker down anywhere, and he’d retorted with a smug Ha! I would like to see you try! Wesker’s toes curled in his shoes. It looks like he’d underestimated Leon’s ability to rise to a challenge. He was impressed, once again, by the one that should be his enemy. His cock throbbed in his slacks at the act of defiance, of Leon acting upon what he wanted at Wesker’s earlier encouragement. That’s a good dog!
He knew this technology well; he worked with the people who developed it. B.O.W. capture restraints that sampled the wearer’s genetic makeup and locked them in place within nigh unbreakable “cuffs” that more accurately resembled short cylindrical mitts. There was no doubt that these were a gift to Leon from Ada.
Yes, very.
“Mm, certainly. You know it’s been far too long since we’ve… hung out.” Leon couldn’t help but chuckle, the phrase sounding strange when spoken by someone who spoke as eloquently as Wesker did. He appreciated the parroting of his awful earlier joke, though. Albert allowed himself a fond grin, his pupils blowing a bit to indicate plainly that he was sincerely content. “Don’t tell me you haven’t missed me,” he cooed. “I’ve hardly made myself as much of a thorn in your side as I should be.”
Leon gave him a genuine smile, pivoting to better press his lips against Wesker’s, as if looking for a lie within the kiss. Wesker returned it in kind, parting his lips in a soft groan as Leon’s rough thumb smoothed down one of his faux sideburns. With a chaste peck, he parted, taking a step back. He plucked Wesker’s glasses from the end of his nose and placed them on his own head, using them to keep his bangs mostly out of his face. Albert frowned, feeling the tips of his ears getting hot. Stupid dog. He looked so… Leon gave him a knowing smirk.
Cute?
I was thinking smug. Insufferably so.
“Sooo, since I have you here, mind if I make it worth your while?” He asked, putting his hands on his hips and tilting his head to the side. His lips pursed, eyes wandering over his restrained partner’s long body. He clicked his tongue. “Where would I even start?” He mused, but Wesker could already see the gears turning behind those pretty blue eyes of his.
“Coming here without a plan? Agent Kennedy,” Wesker sighed in faux disappointment, rolling his eyes and hoping the tone and gesture would at least somewhat convince Leon that he hadn’t wanted him as badly as he really did. He could hear his heart beating steadily as he reached his hands up, palming gently at Albert’s heavy breasts through his suit jacket.
“I usually work with a general objective, then make the rest up as I go along.” A dismissive reply, not even dignifying it with eye contact. He watched himself grope his chest, rubbing a thumb along a hard nipple through the soft cashmere. “You know that.” Oh… implying he wasn’t good at his job of being all-knowing? Wesker snickered, shuddering as his fists clenched from within their confines. How dare he! Before he could quip at him for insulting his intelligence, he felt Leon carefully unbutton his suit jacket, both hands generously rubbing his stomach, then hips, then waist in deep, slow, circular motions.
“Predictable as ever.” He tutted, blonde lashes fluttering as they fought against closure. He felt Leon smile as he buried his face between his breasts, inhaling deeply. While his face was hidden, Wesker gave him a fond smile. Very predictable. Leon often hid his face away in his chest, in a fond embrace of his strong arms wrapped around his wide middle (just as he did presently), drawing him to him and taking a series of deep breaths through his nose and out of his mouth. If he’d done it on anyone but Albert Wesker, he would have thought it was perhaps a self-soothing measure. Leon only gave an agreeable hum in reply, lost to Wesker’s scent and superhuman warmth.
Leon’s hands were rough from carelessness and the nature of his line of work. The fingerless gloves he always wore didn’t help matters much. He shivered as they urged his turtleneck out from his slacks, eager to feel his hot skin. Wesker’s stomach muscles clenched in anticipation, his lips pursing as his pupils widened. The ache between his legs was starting to become harder to ignore, but he paid it no mind. Leon would be good to him. Wesker smirked. All he had to do was wait.
He urged the fabric up, higher, higher, higher, peeling the snug-fitting garment up and over Albert’s breasts, his palms carefully cupping his unsupported chest as he heard the tyrant heave a heavy sigh. He hated wearing bras and didn’t fancy binders much either; it felt best to let them be as they were. The supple, worn-in material of Leon’s gloves made his toes curl in his dress shoes, puffing his chest into his grasp with a deep inhale through his mouth. Breathe. Don’t focus on the throbbing of your-
A hot gust of air ghosted over his hard nipples before one was seized by Leon’s hungry mouth. He thanked the gasp for catching itself in his throat as his legs wound around his lover’s wide torso. Leon nosed lovingly at one of the large blue veins running from Wesker’s large areola and upwards towards his collarbone, like a bolt of lightning under his skin. Leon knew it was a big deal that Wesker was whatever kind of superhuman that he was, but he often found himself less mystified by the shows of strength and more stunned by the subtle beauty of things like this vein… or the one just below the roundest part of his lower belly, off to the left side of his hip, right above his cunt. The blue of these veins complimented him just as well as the intense red-orange of his eyes.
He felt Leon chuckle against his chest, reaching his hands down and grasping Wesker’s rear in both hands, giving it a greedy squeeze. “Aww. Feeling clingy?” He teased, brushing the tip of his nose against his other nipple before generously lapping at that one with his tongue too. Albert rutted his hips with a flustered growl; he never used to let people touch his chest, but Leon always approached him with such an air of consideration that it had felt natural to see what he could do. Which, in the predictable nature of experimentation, resulted in the discovery that he had quite the sensitive chest. Leon seemed to appreciate it abundantly.
“You-” A failed attempt at an insult twisted itself into a moan, releasing a held breath as his head lolled back. Wesker squeezed his legs around Leon’s waist with another groan, attempting to get some friction against his throbbing cunt. “Smug dog,” he hissed in irritation; his grasp on his rear and thighs remained firm, no matter how he thrashed. His arms in those tight t-shirts of his never helped, either. The tyrant bit his lip as his eyes lit up for only a moment at each movement of his strong arms. Superpowers be damned; all he could focus on was the wet sounds of Leon sucking on his breasts and his fluttering heartbeat. Wesker never had to ask Leon if he’d been enjoying himself because he could always hear the tune of sincerity his thundering pulse played for him. The sounds, the sensations… they made his eyes heavy. With his arms suspended and Leon supporting the rest of him, he felt like he was floating.
“Mhh, yeah, yeah, keep barking,” Leon crooned, his hands sliding up Wesker’s waist again and to his breasts, gently squeezing them and pressing them together to drag his tongue from one to the other, peppering the sensitive flesh with kisses, hickeys and saliva. Wesker's jaw clenched as he squeezed his legs, trying not to give Leon the satisfaction of any louder moans than he’d already given him, but… “Leon,” he breathed, licking his lips and clearing his throat. “T-tell me you have the override key for these infernal things.” He wanted to run his hands through that soft brown hair, push his bangs out of his face only to watch them fall back down naturally, wanted to grasp his arms and squeeze them, feel the muscle beneath his iron grasp and-
Leon suddenly pulled off of his breast with a wet-sounding pop, prying a surprised gasp from the tyrant. “Override key?” He asked, tilting his head to the side with a furrowed brow. Wesker’s eyes widened, his face beginning to flush even darker. Oh no. “Didn’t see anything about an override key…” He fished in the holster he had it in, then craned his neck to look up at the cuffs. Leon wasn’t bluffing. Wesker was stuck like this. His cock was so stiff it hurt, throbbing needily beneath his slacks. “I figured you could just… get out of them! You really can’t, huh?” Leon asked. Wesker gave him an incredulous look before scoffing and thrashing his torso.
“No I can’t just get out of them, you stupid mutt!” Wesker yelped. Leon held back a laugh at his attempt at hiding the excited panic in his voice. “Once they lock, they cannot be unlocked without an override that is only set to this specific set of restraints,” he hissed. Leon might have really been scared if it wasn’t for the flush of Wesker’s face and his blown pupils. If he was truly angry, those pupils would be looking more like diamonds than circles. “So in order to get me down, we have to-” He squeezed Leon’s middle with his legs again and pulled downwards with his restrained arms. Leon was watching Wesker’s breasts shift in his grasp, grinning fondly before gliding the tip of his tongue over his nipples again. He was listening, but Wesker was worrying way too much. That was pretty typical, though. Bossy old dog.
His eyes fluttered as Leon’s teeth gently gnashed against his breasts, spotting his skin with markings. A hollow, metallic BANG filled the room; Wesker’s thrashing had made quite the sound. Leon smiled against his breasts. “Looks like the only way you’re getting out of those is to break the pipe,” he nodded up at the one that he was currently suspended from. “And if you’re this riled up just from a few kisses…” Leon clicked his tongue, tugging at one of his hard nipples with his teeth, the other being roved over by his rough thumb, “then you’ll be out of there in no time.” Wesker chuckled darkly, biting his own lip and watching his captor hungrily nurse from his sweaty chest. “So just relax, pedigree. Let me be good to you.” A polite request to please him. Wesker’s toes curled in his shoes. There was nothing he wanted more.
“Fine,” He huffed, as if he was going to object in the first place. Leon smirked up at him like he knew, but said nothing. With a pleased hum, he rolled his heavy breasts in his palms, massaging them as a thank you. He pressed a kiss to the middle of his chest, burying his face against the dampening-with-sweat skin, his tongue dipping out to sample it, swirling around the soft blonde hair there before pulling away.
“Always so agreeable. At least give me a run for my money every now and then!” Leon sighed, sounding just as insincerely irritated as Wesker had been.
Very funny, puppy.
Wesker threw his head back and snickered, feeling Leon smiling against his belly as his arms wrapped just under his butt. His lips pecked tenderly at the undersides of his breasts, nudging his nose against them just to feel their weight and warmth on his face. He kissed down his stomach, occasionally pushing his tongue against the flesh of his belly just to feel it squish, gnashing his teeth against it and sucking lightly. “Duly noted, mutt.” he breathed with a lick of his lips, trying not to let his anticipation get the better of his attempt at a firm tone of voice.
As Leon sank lower, his hands roamed his hips, finding the buckle of his belt and running a thumb over it, but ultimately passing up undoing it, even if for only a moment. Wesker’s brows furrowed in protest and as he was about to voice such disapproval, Leon buried his face in his clothed groin and inhaled deeply through his nose, a hand coming down to cup his cunt. Wesker chuffed, his lashes batting, lips parted in a soft groan. Damn his desperation!
“Woof, you really are pent up, I can feel you from here,” Leon mouthed against his cunt with a smirk, slipping his tongue over the tip of his cock through his slacks. Another metallic CLANG! indicated evidence of another eager thrash of Albert’s upper body against the pipe. He looked up at him with a wry grin, gleefully observing the tyrant’s fluster. He finally undid his belt, then hooked his fingers in his pants and underwear, aiming to pull them both down in one smooth motion. “S’okay, we’ll take care of that in just a-” Leon snickered. His rear was catching in his snug slacks. Wesker scowled, letting out a shaky breath. Leon would never confess it, but he always loved watching the slight hip-shimmy Wesker would do when gracefully sliding on his well-fitted pants after they fooled around. It was cute.
Wesker scoffed, wiggling his hips to aid Leon in getting them down. His grasp on his garments remained firm as he let out a ragged moan. Worked up might have been a severe understatement. His underwear had been soaked, a string of wetness connected his blonde bush to his underwear. “Whoa, mama,” Leon licked his lips with a low whine. Have mercy. His cock was stiff, the red tip of which proudly showing itself from between Wesker’s labia. Leon’s hot breath washed over him and another CLANG! sounded off from above him; he could see his belly puff out in a shaky breath.
“Having second thoughts?” Albert panted, still having it within him to challenge him, as if he had any bartering power in his current position. He wished he could run his fingers through Leon’s hair; he loved petting him when he went down on him. He supposed his glasses were doing a good job of keeping his heavy bangs out of his face well enough for them to make eye contact. Leon ran his palms over Wesker’s large, soft rear, giving it an appreciative squeeze, shaking his head repeatedly at the question.
“Oh I’m having thoughts alright,” he murmured, licking his lips as he eyed Wesker’s cock and cunt, “But not second ones. You’re so…” He gave him another squeeze, lifting him by his rear and bringing his cunt to his mouth. Wesker barked out a moan, his head lolling back as Leon’s nose nudged against the underside of his cock while his tongue slid languidly over his wet entrance. He left the thought unfinished, moving his mouth against his cunt and smiling against him as he felt the tyrant’s legs wrap around his head, smothering him in his groin.
“Leon!” Wesker hissed, bucking his hips erratically for a moment as Leon continued to noisily eat him out, his arms thrashing against the restraints. More metalling banging. He was really making quite the ruckus! He felt his hot, wet tongue lapping at his entrance, pushing inside and circling around the sensitive nerves. With each swipe, Albert’s hips rutted, grinding his nose against his delicate undershaft, just below his tip. The friction, the heat, the wetness, it was driving him mad. Leon held him ever-steady, rubbing his thumbs along the soft skin of his behind in slow, circular motions. He’d crouched down now, the restraints not giving Albert too much additional height; Leon could sit up straight and lock his mouth onto him perfectly.
He continued to diligently devour him, not parting from him even as he tugged his gloves off, tucking them haphazardly in his back pocket. “Need t’feel you…” Leon growled. One hand grasped at a large thigh over his shoulder, and the other crept up between his legs, rubbing against Wesker’s soaked cunt. The captive’s eyes were fluttering blissfully, barely managing to focus on Leon’s slurred speech. He’d teased Wesker about being desperate, but Leon always showed his cards too easily. Naive puppy. “Lemme blow you,” he breathed, dragging his tongue over his slit and down to his taint, eliciting a full body tremble before Wesker could stop it. More clattering of the pipe. His arms were beginning to burn from being held up for so long. “Please,” requested despite knowing he had permission to proceed. Albert’s face flushed, his heart skipping in his chest.
They stared one another down, both breathing hard through their noses, fighting to keep their eyes open, wanting to immediately surrender to the other. Leon moaned as those red-orange eyes flashed for just a moment, long enough to let him know he silently cherished the question. Wesker only nodded, mouth parted with a draw of shaky breath. “Yes. Now,” he managed, his voice faltering as his head lolled to rest against his raised arm.
Leon gave his thigh another loving rub while his other hand’s thumb rubbed gently at his slick entrance. His tongue slipped upwards to his cock, swirling around his base and gently sucking him against his plump bottom lip. Wesker trilled, arching his back; any movements he made only pushed him further onto Leon’s face. “Go on, pup,” a breathless urging for him to continue. He needed release. It had been far too long since he and Leon had seen one another.
Tender strokes of his long leg moved its touch to between his legs, gently pulling back his labia to get better access to his cock. Leon buried his face gently in Wesker’s privates, drawing in a deep inhale through his nose. Albert let out a flustered yelp, followed by a sharp exhale of air through his teeth. “Vulgar mutt,” he chided, but the breathless delivery almost sounded bashful. That was fine with Leon; he knew Wesker liked it when he got a little raunchy with it anyway. He circled his wet tongue along his base, slipping it to the underside of his cock and dragging upwards, lightly rubbing against the tip of his cock. The trembling in his legs as they squeezed against his head indicated he was thoroughly enjoying his technique.
Leon was a fast learner, and an eager one, too. It hadn’t taken him long to pick up on what made Wesker writhe and growl, knowing that the more he scolded him, the better Leon was pleasing him. He greatly enjoyed their banter, how Leon would push him and give him attitude and still ask for permission to have him like he wanted. Wesker had also discovered that Leon seldom ever partook in pleasure for the sake of his own. He always prioritized his partner’s, his need for release contingent upon the tyrant’s satisfaction.
CLANG, BANG, BANG, BANG…
Neither of them were paying the pipe any mind. Leon slathered Wesker’s cock with his own drool, dragging wetness from his cunt up and swirling it around his privates with a needy moan. His legs were squeezing his head, barely allowing enough room for his fingers to hold him open and pump into him respectively, but Leon’s hands remained firmly in place. He wouldn’t let Albert deny himself this pleasure by wiggling away. Leon sought to give him an orgasm that would have his legs trembling all the way back to whatever bleak control room he’d come out of.
“Leon!…” Wesker warned, his entire body shuddering harshly. Leon smirked. Ooh, this was going to be a big one. His thighs continued to gradually constrict his air flow, making the agent’s eyes flutter. As he began to feel more lightheaded, he continued his gentle sucking, minding his teeth and parting now and then to draw it out, nipping ever so gently at Wesker’s outer labia, earning another stutter of the hips before drawing his sensitive cock back into his mouth. He felt the heels of his dress shoes digging painfully into his lower back, knowing full well that he’d have two large marks from the hard rubber soles, but he didn’t care. He hoped he’d feel it on his way home; it would be a nice memento to pair with his sore jaw. Leon only gave a hum of acknowledgement.
“C’mon, Wes,” he parted from his cock just enough to pant a few gusts of hot air against his tip while his index and middle finger began pistoning inside of him faster and faster, opting for shallow, precise thrusts against the spot that always forced a desperate snarl out of mean old Albert. “Cum for me,” his mouth slipped over his cock once again, his tongue gently urging itself against his foreskin, hungry for the most vulnerable parts of him. He looked, tasted, sounded so good… and he needed release. “Liiiittle more…” The agent crooned against his tip, the sounds of his thick, rough fingers pumping inside of him making Wesker’s stomach muscles seize. The room echoed with the impact of the restraints against the pipe.
CRREEEEAKKKKKK…
Wesker’s arms were thrashing within the confines of the restraints as he’d felt Leon’s teeth brushing against his cock. His entire body shook as he drew his legs up, tighter around Leon’s head, coiling his body like a spring about to snap. Leon grinned, lashing his tongue against the underside of his cock. With a loud gasp and precisely five rough thrusts of his hips, Wesker came, his head hanging forward as he breathed hard, eyes glowing as blonde lashes fluttered in an attempt to conceal the proof of his pleasure. He groaned raggedly as he watched himself cum in Leon’s face, squirting from him into his beloved’s wanting mouth. The sunglasses on the top of his head were a good call. Usually it got in Leon’s hair, too. He dazedly heard Leon’s heartbeat slowing down, indicating slight suffocation, and managed to will his legs open so that he could breathe.
Drawing in a sharp breath and placing his chin on Albert’s fat thigh, Leon’s eyes fluttered and did their best to focus on the intense gaze of the suspended one above him. His mouth and jaw were wet with him, thoroughly claimed, as he leaned towards his privates again, slipping his fingers out and greedily sucking on them. His tongue slipped over his entrance one final time in an effort to clean him up (the best he could do given the circumstances), minding his very sensitive cock as he planted a feather-light kiss to his shaft’s underside. He didn’t seek to overstimulate him; not this time, anyway. Leon wasn’t so cruel. His hands returned to Wesker’s thighs, holding them as they trembled and shook, rubbing from his rear to his knees in deep, slow movements, coaxing his strong muscles into relaxation. Wesker was grateful for his mercy.
“Easy, easy,” he cooed, gently pecking the inner dips of his thighs on each side of his cunt, like one would kiss the cheeks of a loved one before departing. Leon slowly pulled his head away, kissing at his thighs to the insides of his knee, batting his eyes and smirking wryly up at him. “You alright up there, pedigree?” He asked, breathless. Wesker chuckled hoarsely, endeared by the troublesome agent’s well-earned smugness.
“I suppose,” he hummed, unable to help the grin that slid on his face as he felt Leon’s hands grasp his underwear and slacks and slowly began re-dressing him. Leon laughed at his absolutely entirely composed response, nodding his head as though taking his comment into account.
“Huh, I guess I’ll have to make you feel much stronger next time,” their eyes met in another playful challenge. Next time, I’m going to overstimulate the hell out of you and leave. He sealed the promise with a kiss to the blue vein on his lower belly. Wesker’s toes curled as he barked out a Ha! “Go ahead, challenge me again. How’d that work out for you last time?” Leon tilted his head to the side with a crooked grin, glancing fondly at the dimple at the corner of Wesker’s mouth.
“Delightfully.” Wesker countered with a sneer. Leon rose to his feet, pulling Albert’s turtleneck down, smoothing it carefully before urging the pants up and over his rear, and buckling his belt. Next were the buttons on his blazer, which he also did with care. Finally, his sunglasses. He took them off his head and stood on his tiptoes, taking Wesker’s mouth in a gentle kiss before sliding the glasses back onto his long nose, using his index finger to carefully push them high onto his nose where they belonged. He grinned at his own reflection in them. Wesker sighed blissfully, uncaring of the feeling of sticky wetness clinging to his thighs and underwear. Perfect. “Now, be a good boy and-”
“Well, I hate to leave you high and dry…” He dragged the side of his thumb over the corner of his own mouth, gathering one last bit of Wesker’s cum and pushing it into his against his tongue, “but I’ve gotta make myself scarce. This is private property, y’know. Government agents can’t just run around doing as we please like some people.” He explained, slipping his gloves back on. Wesker’s eyes widened, brow furrowing as his lips pursed.
Wait. What?
“Wh-”
“See you around, Wes!”
“Leon!” Wesker shouted, hearing Leon’s footsteps as he made his way down the sets of stairs to the bottom of the tower. He was really leaving him like this! Wesker exhaled sharply through his teeth, furrowing his brow and closing his eyes with an irritated sigh. He looked up at the pipes and growled distastefully. Great. Now the only option really was to break the-
“I take it you found the stray puppy wandering around here.” Wesker perked up. “Hope you had a good time playing together.” A playful, knowing lilt. He could have gasped in relief.
“Agent Wong,” Wesker announced her professional title in the most level voice he could muster, “I would appreciate some assistance.” He found her sitting on an adjacent pipe above him and just out of his reach. She tilted her head to the side and smirked, crossing her leg and rolling her ankle idly, as if she was thinking about it.
“I don’t know, I don’t think I want to put myself under a broken water pipe.”
Wesker let out a low chuckle, trying to sound like he was unamused. It was quite the opposite; he had been quite grateful for the… gift. “Very funny. As you can see, it’s not presently broken, so if you would be so kind as to-”
BRRRR…
He looked up with a quiet gasp; clanging turned to groaning as the pipe finally tore open, dousing him with a still-very-harsh blast of freezing cold water. His rear collided with the hard metal floor, his legs too weak to catch him, rendering those quick reflexes of his completely useless. Ada watched with a smile that lit up her features before using her hookshot to grapple over to a set of dials opposite the office and turned one, shutting off the water to that series of pipes.
Wesker stood before her utterly drenched, red eyes alight with utter non-amusement. He was breathing hard through his chest, trying to keep his still-trembling legs steady as he slowly stood up. Ada’s eyes lingered on them like she knew exactly that, refusing to wipe the knowing smile off of her face, unfazed by his obvious irritation. Leon must have done a number on him. Wesker always looked significantly less intimidating after he’d orgasmed, she thought with a bored sigh.
“Some good news, though. Little silver lining to cheer you up,” Ada strode over to Wesker, whose brow arched inquisitively. She held up the override key, tapping her index finger along its edge with a smirk. Wesker’s expression immediately soured in anticipation of the jest at his expense. “I found that sopping wet B.O.W.”