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Written specifically for celes_grant. Alber Wesker/Leon Kennedy - hinted non-con
Albert pressed into the man's back, pushing a knee roughly between Leon's legs, and chuckled against his ear. "Yes, I've noticed. Your files list dozen of such incidences where you've chosen to overlook clearly stated rules. Quite the hellion."
The man's other hand, gloved and chilled by the air, pressed against the ex-officer's neck, tilting it to the side. Leon made a squawk of protest when warmed lips pressed themselves onto his exposed neck. He redoubled his efforts to free himself and quickly jerked himself forward to dislodge the teeth that sank into the skin.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
Wesker wasn't put off in the least by the protests, both verbal and physical. If anything he was amused. He knew that the man didn't have a snow ball's chance in getting away from him. He just liked to see him squirm. The hand moved away from the neck to snake in front of the struggling hips, tearing the buttons and zipper aside with one firm yank. Leon stilled immediately and looked over his shoulder with wide frightened eyes.
As the hand descended beneath the man's boxer shorts to wrap around the flaccid organ Albert laughed. "Anything I damn well please."
Albert pressed into the man's back, pushing a knee roughly between Leon's legs, and chuckled against his ear. "Yes, I've noticed. Your files list dozen of such incidences where you've chosen to overlook clearly stated rules. Quite the hellion."
The man's other hand, gloved and chilled by the air, pressed against the ex-officer's neck, tilting it to the side. Leon made a squawk of protest when warmed lips pressed themselves onto his exposed neck. He redoubled his efforts to free himself and quickly jerked himself forward to dislodge the teeth that sank into the skin.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
Wesker wasn't put off in the least by the protests, both verbal and physical. If anything he was amused. He knew that the man didn't have a snow ball's chance in getting away from him. He just liked to see him squirm. The hand moved away from the neck to snake in front of the struggling hips, tearing the buttons and zipper aside with one firm yank. Leon stilled immediately and looked over his shoulder with wide frightened eyes.
As the hand descended beneath the man's boxer shorts to wrap around the flaccid organ Albert laughed. "Anything I damn well please."