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Your knees throbbed while your legs scampered as fast as they could to the fenced gate that led to an outdoor portion of the police station Leon desperately wanted to meet you at. You put your entire trust into a random rookie you just met an hour ago, and yet there existed a gravitational pull about the unfamiliar man. For moments at a time, you believed that your mind fooled you into a fulfilled reasoning for someone you barely knew; you saw heaven-sent angel ready to save you before anything else in the world in a man who spoke a few sentences of vagueness. Though, part of you - your heart - thought some type of chemistry could exist between the both of you in this zombie-ridden city. Halfway through your short journey, a helicopter carrying a mutant - the tyrant, Mr. X - crashed into the side of the police station. The damage from afar blazed and pierced into the dark and desolate sky; just as you thought this world could not lose any more hope, one of the very few remaining human survivors pummeled into a brick wall right before your eyes. The sight caught you off-guard for a brief moment, but you knew that in order to persist through this event, you needed to keep moving, and you did just that. Almost ready to give out, your legs sent aches that radiated throughout your body, and the agonizing lung pain from a lack of oxygen due to running offered you no remorse either. Just as you finally reached the gate's latch, Leon popped out of the back door, huffing and panting like a dog. The man dropped both his arms down to his padded knees and you watched in awe as the falling rain drenched his soft hair. A few seconds went by before he looked back up to you poking your fingers through the fence wires, a look of admiration plastered on your face. Entranced, lustful eyes met curious, yet somewhat endearing blue ones, and Leon broke the tension by rushing over to the gate and initiating conversation.
"It's so nice to see you."
"You're actually not so bad for a rookie. Would help if you were a bit faster, though."
Leon shrugged your joke off with a slight snicker, looking down to his right side.
"Hey, at least you're in one piece."
You stared him down for a moment before wandering sauntering your eyes over to the zombies lying on the wet concrete, then back to Leon again, whose face contorted into a slight smile.
"You gonna shoot me some more dad jokes, or are you going to use that key that you hopefully have?"
Leon bit his bottom lip.
"No such luck."
Well, as if the night could not get any worse.
"Axe? Crowbar, even? How about a paperclip wire? Lock pick?"
Leon searched his pockets for a few seconds before audibly gasping, taking out a lock pick buried deep in one of his pants' patches.
"Leon, you realize that-"
The brief unlocking of the gate cut you off. Internally, you wanted to smack him straight across the face, but deep within you resided some slight regard for the man's jokes, and his tiny featherbrain. Surely, the wisecracks did not fit in a setting such as the one the world forced upon you two in Raccoon City, but something charming about the man's ludicrousness coupled with his lack of confidence and naïvité enchanted your heart and soul. For a fleeting, you had to convince yourself not to develop an infatuation with a man whom you just met. Perhaps this penchant formed out of something besides romance, and the feeling you entranced yourself in came from someplace else.
"I did it, didn't I?" the man's eyes opened up and his mouth fell agape, looking over to you for some sort of approval.
You side-eyed him and then shook your head while snickering.
"Mhm, you sure did. Now, come on, we need to get going before it's-"
Hints of scarlet, tangerine, and amber detonated into the night sky which distracted the both of you. The pigments radiated from the helicopter crash you witnessed a few minutes prior to reuniting with Leon, and with the palette came a loud ringing of ignition from the area.
"Dinner time!" Leon yelled, opening the gate and swiftly grabbing your hand as he escorted you into the building.
Briskly, the man ushered you down a hallway that led out to the main area of the department. The two of you dodged oncoming threats of impending death, and Leon fought his living dead, zombified colleagues off with his trusty Matilda handgun. Once you entered the main lobby, Leon slowed his pace and walked over to a slightly hidden territory concocted of a few standing curtains and a bench where a man, whom you forgot the name of, lay. Leon let go of your hand to further inspect the mysterious man, only to quickly backtrack his steps and shoot him multiple times after letting out a few swears. He then returned over to you and reached for your wrist this time, leading you out to the west hall once more and attempting to find a decently safe area.
You pondered why Leon left no time for questions, but decided to solicit something from him anyway.
"Who was that?"
Leon kept his focus on the environment ahead of him before briefly responding, "Branagh. Marvin Branagh. Keep focused, alright?"
The man seemed a tad nonchalant with undertones of bothersome and upset in his answer, so you decided not to press him with any other questions for a bit. He led the two of you into a side office, where - thankfully - no zombies resided. The ones that did all had their heads completely terminated, which shocked you when looking at your callow male of a companion. Underneath that shell of dismantled poise, you discerned a vision of a young man truly wanting the best for everyone and everything around him. As he led you around the office, avoiding trampling over bodies and objects in complete disarray, you noticed qualities about this peculiar stranger that never struck gold in other people you met in the past; Leon kept to his word, and despite being quite green and slightly coy, his spirit remained restless until justice found its way within the hellhole of Raccoon. Stepping on a sharp object and immediately face-planting the ground abruptly ended your train of thought.
"Holy shit, are you bleeding?" he eagerly rushed over to find you pulling in your left leg slightly, a needle stuck in your shoe.
"Not that I can tell," you pull yourself up off the ground and brush your sides.
You lifted your left leg and removed your shoe, revealing a slightly bloody heel. You reached out for Leon just in time for him to catch your cues and search for a first-aid kit within the office. Fortunately, to his luck, a red box sat slightly tainted on the long desk that stretched from one end of the room to the other. He dashed over to collect the box and then opened it to reveal its contents. Inside the box expelled a bit of gauze, some gauze tape, scissors, disposable gloves, bandages, rubbing alcohol, and a flashlight. You conjectured that the zombie apocalypse and the station leaving Raccoon residents with few choices for safe areas made the discovery of a first-aid kit in a random police office so feasible. Leon emptied the bottle out onto your bare foot, then snugly wrapping gauze onto the area and securing it with tape.
"Next time when you get hurt, try not to bleed so much," he huffed out as he finished up his handiwork.
You slid your sock back up and fastened your shoe on once again. The pressure against your heel shot pain up through your entire spine and caused you to hop, grabbing onto Leon for support.
You looked up at him and sighed, "I'm only going to slow you down with this bum foot!"
Leon frowned at your statement - more proof of his fondness.
"Let me carry you," the words rolled off his tongue like he finally got out what he wanted to say the entire time he spent with you.
You snickered at his retort. All though extremely grateful for the offer, you felt as if taking it up so easily showed your feelings for the man. Despite all of this, you latched one arm around his neck and let him hoist you up in a bridal-style carrying position. Your body and mind refused to question the entire action, continuing on with your lustful - er, lovesick - daze.
As Leon headed out the office door, you turned around to face a giant banner with paper letters all spelling out the words "Welcome Leon". Seeing it forced a pit in your stomach after realizing and coming to terms with the absolute horrors his poor fellow policemen and policewomen could hardly fathom.
"Goodbye, rookie," you let out.
Leon peered down at you and noticed the sign in your line of sight.
"You aren't getting rid of me that easily."
Not that you had any desire to. He continued on and led you both into yet another office, except this one was comparatively smaller than the former. You rested your back against the well-kept, nearly tidied desk and watched as Leon reached for a strange diary in his pocket, which he then proceeded to wave right in front of your face. He pointed specifically to an odd collection of tunnels etched onto a bloody page, and you instantly got the message.
"You see that? That's our way out," he affirmed.
Next, he showed you a collection of strange keys, all having some slightly bizarre symbols attached at their ends. He shoved the diary back into the area where it came from, as well as the accessions.
You chortled, "So, why aren't we down there and escaping through this 'secret entrance'?"
Suddenly, his hand snaked over to your mouth and he pushed his thumb in between your slightly pursed lips.
"Because I found ourselves another one."
Shivers shot up your spine and for a brief moment, you forgot how to breathe. He tenderly grazed both of your thighs and then reached to carry you and place you on top of the desk. His hands slid up to cradle your waist, which he then gripped tightly and then loosened for a few moments before locking eyes with you and breaking the tension.
"This is what you want, right?"
You nodded, reaching one hand behind his neck and gracefully petting the back of his head. Your face turned to the right slightly as your lips made contact with his. Light, slow motions all built up to a much more sensual French kiss, and in that moment your entire world shook with euphoria. In the heat of the moment, all of your once zestful rose petals had fallen off into infinite darkness; a universe lightyears away from Raccoon and its disturbances. During the interaction, you noticed the slightly sub-par experience Leon had concerning kissing, causing you to pull away for a brief moment and ogle at the amateur's lost gaze - he thought he had done something terribly wrong.
"Not like that."
"Like what?" he cocked his head slightly to the right.
You held his face with both hands, half-lidded eyes studying his face up and down. You pulled him in closer and repeated your leisurely, rhythmic tongue motions. You felt his face heat up and the air from his nose trickle onto your cheek. His lips felt insanely pillowy and damp, which started to stream onto your own. After pressing your lips together and sharing body heat for a fleet, you detached from the man and uttered a few final words of encouragement.
"Just do that, and follow my rhythm."
Suddenly, with one hand, he grabbed your back and pushed his face into yours, then with his free hand, started rubbing your chest. Even despite your shut eyes, you grabbed his hand, moving it down so that he would now stroke your abdomen and then directed it down to the button and zipper on your shorts. Sparks exploded in your stomach, waiting for him to finally win his prize as he toyed with your zipper. His soft, yet rugged fingers danced along your inner thighs, introducing a spitfire of heat to the region. You could feel his desperation to get inside, temptation right in front of him and yet he barely managed to successfully fulfill your desires. He meddled with your bottoms for a flash, and in that time you ascertained to the man's weakness at holding the intense action down and saving it for a grand finale of spasms. Thus, you pulled away and controlled his wrists so that they were now both resting on your shoulders. He gaped at you with pleading eyes, eager to know what he had done wrong this time.
"Gotta wait, baby boy."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Wait for what?"
You bit your bottom lip, bodily sensations rising up once again as the sexual tension between you two grew once more.
"You're so needy, aren't you? You need to learn how to control your impulses," you cooed.
Leon shied away from you, breaking eye contact. A slight frown formed on his face, but not before his assertive nature returned and he grabbed ahold of your neck. Within moments, your delicate hands wrapped around his wrists and you looked him dead-straight in the eyes.
"I'm a cop. I'm the law, who do you think you are disrespecting authority?" he scowled, pointing to the R.P.D logo patch on his tactical vest.
A simple chin grab edged his prestige back down, exactly where you wanted it.
"Why would I bother listening to, let alone respect a l'il rookie quite like yourself?" you chortled.
Leon huffed in rebuttal, "I'm tough, though, I swear!"
Score. You watched and revered in how easily you broke down Leon's macho veneer. Every drop of sweetness came from seeing him absolutely collapse and question his dominant exterior, only to subsequently and inevitably give into his subspace. His cheeks flashed a dust of rose and passion, and his eyes twinkled with the slightest sliver of steel just when the overhead light hit them correctly.
You postulated, "I have a very important mission for you, Leon."
He instantly perked up, an even bigger hint of innocent exposing itself in those dainty baby blues.
"There is a very specific and special spot I have that I need you to take care of," you advanced, unbuttoning and unzipping your shorts.
The man handled the rest and slid them halfway down your thighs. He dropped down to his knees and slid his hands down to your calves, resting his grip steadily on them. He then looked back up to you, ready to hear his next objective. Your body proceeded to make various copulating movements, rolling your hips back and forth in attempt to further seduce him.
"Make good use of that pretty mouth of yours and get to work," you eluded him, your voice slightly wispy.
Instantly he went to work on your dick, arousal fluids dripping from the tip after the amount of foreplay you experienced. He used a hand to slowly rub on it, then steeping down to your testicles. Afterwards, your erect organ showed itself easily to him, and he began suckling lightly on it. As he did so, your thighs clamped tightly around his head as a product from the rush of pleasure that radiated from your dick all over your lower body. You overheard soft whines come from below, and you smirked at the sight that graced your vision. Your breath came out extremely hitched with every passing second, and part of you wished he went slightly slower.
"You're doing good, Leon, I just need you to go a little bit slower, alright?" you tried to hold back soft moans of both pleasure and intensity, biting your lower lip.
You slid a hand on top of his head and started caressing his scalp as a way to release tension from the experience.
"Did I not do a good job earlier?" a slightly muffled voice trailed off in between your thighs.
Poor baby sounded so upset.
"You sure did, it's exactly the reason why we're doing this," you smirked and pet his head, fingers sifting through his soft locks.
"I just wanna do a good job! Tell me I'm doing a good job, please! Please!" Leon whimpered, which slightly transformed into cries towards the end.
You shushed him, or at least attempted to. His tongue flicked and tussled with your tip, and within that moment you knew that you needed to come soon. Once again, you secured your thighs around the man's head, also due to the pressure you experienced. Your body jolted from the warm shivers he gave you as he suckled and nursed. His motions grew more confident as time went on, and you could tell that he finally got the memo and found some poise in his own sensuality. The thorns of your rose buds have completely disintegrated around him; he gave you a great sense of solace, and with that, you would let yourself truly blossom. A flower in need of protection by the wind that knew its direction, you described it as. Hot steams of bliss diverged throughout your form and your grip on his hair slightly tightened during moments of zeal.
"Am I talking too much?" his approval-seeking gaze met your bedroom-eyed haze, lips covered in pre-cum.
"No, no, not at all. I actually think you aren't talking enough," you rubbed a thumb against his cheek to catch a falling tear.
You wondered what might have caused him to cry so suddenly, but you assumed he had done so because of the slight pressure from when you head-locked the poor man. Your train of thought abruptly ended as you came extremely close to coming and you pulled Leon's hair in your grip. You leaned back, tilting your head in the process. Your legs lifted slightly and ejaculate landed all over Leon's pretty little face. It all felt extremely warm and sultry; your body now extremely satisfied from his handiwork. Your cheeks lit up and your eyes filled with clouds. Despite only knowing Leon for a few hours, the intense passion and intimacy you felt afterwards left you craving more, and a desire to praise the boy for holding up so well. You uttered slight cries from the intensity and arduous indulgence that lasted far too short for your liking. Merely feathering in your body, the feeling had now dissipated and left the two of you in a position similar to where you started.
"I did good, didn't I? I wasn't too much to handle?" a slightly high-pitched voice caught onto your trance.
You shook your head in response, eyes still shut.
"Yes, you did, Leon! You did very well and you were such a good boy for me the entire time!" you managed to push out.
Leon's face lit up, reaching down to unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip his cargo pants. He let the garment drop to knees and then grabbed his erection out from his boxers. He looked over at you and pointed at the area in need of fixing. Your insides fluttered with excitement knowing what you could surprise him with. He had no discernment of what ideas resided up in your filthy mind.
"In fact, you were so good for me, you get to feel just like I did now. Come over here, Officer," you taunted your pointer finger at him.
The submissive instantly followed your orders and watched as you attempted to sit back on the sink, to which he helped you up. You spread your legs and, using one hand, opened your lips once more to guide the man to where he could finally release his stress. He prodded at your thighs and made sliding motions that oscillated between up and down. Then, using his right hand, he grabbed his penis and aimed it directly at the area where he needed entrance into. He groaned as he easily slid in, making you faintly gasp. Your ass felt extremely full, slightly uncomfortable from the man's girth, though the pre-cum on his dick helped ease off some of the tenderness. He started bucking his hips back and forth quite leisurely, to which you felt rhythmic warmth. You positioned yourself so that he could reach your g-spot with ease, and within seconds, intense raptures of bliss wavered throughout your body. Leon, on the other hand, seemingly had his had high up on Cloud 9, his head tilted slightly back and his eyes shut. Despite this, he wore a concentrated look on his face, which slowly changed to an expression of lost self-composure.
"Ma'am, you're und'r 'rrest."
You watched as he bit his bottom lip and expired.
"For what, exactly, Officer?"
He whimpered, soft noises sparse and low in tone.
"Making me feel in a way 'm not s'ppos'd to."
You snickered and shook your head, facing the ground.
"Why is that?"
"I just met you-" he broke off with meager breaths and low groans, before adding on, "-and I just broke up with someone."
You noticed him changing his pace and moving hastily. You conjectured that a man who had just ticked the mood down slightly with a comment about an irrelevant relationship should not have easy access to a bountiful orgasm and release. With that, you found the strength within you once again to force him deeper into submission.
"What did I say about speeding?" You snarled at him, to which he yelped at slightly.
"But 'm about to come! Please, ma'am, please, I need to!" his pitch heightened and his voice shrilled.
You smirked and cooed at his response, and then proceeded to tempt and entice him.
"You're far too cute, so I'll let you off with a small warning. Just go slower, okay?"
"Mhm," his voice muffled, coupled with hitched moans.
Witnessing the man in full-on submission enticed something deep within the pit of your stomach and engulfed your dirty mind. With every passing second watching the man try and pleasure himself with your body and your affirmations, you felt a connection so deep and intense that not even a horde of mutants could ravage. Sparks flew when he brushed up against you in the right way, and your body would rhythmically pulsate multiple times. Suddenly, you felt him twitching and instantly pull out, his semen landing directly on your stomach and chest. He held his penis and rubbed it slightly before gripping your thighs and holding onto them for dear life. His knees trembled and he managed to whimper and moan out your name. Simultaneously, you felt your g-spot erupt with satisfaction even greater than the orgasm you had before. You took note of the sensations the man had managed to give you, despite his somewhat informality with sensuality earlier. The pressure built between your hips and you finally let go once more, letting nature overrun all of your worldly worries. You could describe the feeling as having ripples develop into crashing waves, then morph completely into blazing flames, then finally die off as burnt matches. The exertions left you with visions of azure - his azure - that culminated with your lascivious nature. He gazed in your eyes, grit lashes batting, as he leaned over and sighed out to everything above.
Leon returned to Earth with a smile and a sentence of gratification, "I'm a good cop still, right?"
Your heart fluttered and mingled with your breathing patterns as you flushed out, "Yes, you are, darling."
He found a few tissues and went over to gracefully swipe the remaining mess that happened to land on your body, his tenderness never truly abdicating even after the exchange. Leon went over to discard the tissues and then helped you re-dress yourself, his slightly calloused hands meeting and fondling your downy and balmy body, massaging at every bit he encountered. He then cleaned up his own mess, though he did not have a large amount left on his tip. You hopped off the desk and helped holster Leon's cargo pants as he buckled his belt. He placed a pillowy kiss on your left cheek, then taking your hand and interlocking his fingers with yours. He rubbed his thumb swiftly on your fist while reaching into his pocket for the materials the two of you required in order to finally escape the police station. Then, returning to your prior position, you found yourself once again in Leon's steady grip. With you in his arms, he carefully dashed out the corridor and back out to the main hall of the building. Once he reached the strange yet pretty extraordinary goddess statue, he sat you down and placed his left hand behind your back for support. You stared in awe as Leon fixed the keys into each of their corresponding symbol placements, and watched as the passage unlocked itself. You wondered if this novel part of your journey would affect this newfound relationship between you two, though you rest assured with his forgiving grip and placement on your hands.
Leon opened up, "This good cop is going to handle you with all of his care in the world, then."
Finally, he held you snugly in his arms, bridal-style, and the two of you then entered the indirect access route and advanced on your campaign.