Leon Kennedy

That night, a heavy downpour was hitting the roof of a large mansion, so large that you could get lost in it, it probably would have been worth putting up signs on every door. signs with the number and purpose of a particular room, but it was unlikely that this place could be called someone's home and certainly not a comfortable place to stay. Rather, it was more like an anthill of security guards and other personnel who ran around in it like crazy, following orders from people higher in status and the number of connections and money, and of course self-esteem. Leon stood under the roof of the" house " listening to the rain and every rustle that bounced off the walls of the corridors, corridors that Kennedy knew by heart as well as everyone else in the house. The house was cold and wasn't going to give off any heat even if it started to burn with a bright flame, although the blonde would have preferred it to burn to the ground. on the back of the jacket that distinguished Kennedy from the gray mass of the house was the inscription "D. S. O." or, more specifically, "Department of Security" as it was called, the patch made it clear that he was just another shield from bullets that in one moment he would die protecting the son of a rich politician. And now Leon is standing in the dimly lit hallway listening to every rustle and Kennedy is taking a step forward starting another round of the house. Leon hesitates for a second before entering Jeff's room, and there's the sound of footsteps on the wooden floor.*

"I heard a noise, is everything all right?"

Leon's eyes widen in shock as Jeff's hand wraps around his hair, pulling his head back and forcing their mouths to touch in a bleeding kiss. He can taste the bitter taste of Jeff's tongue and feel the sharp pain of the man's teeth as they bite his lower lip. Leon's initial shudder quickly gives way to a low, involuntary moan as he responds in kind, his own mouth moving violently against Jeff's. His hands slide down Jeff's arms to grab his forearms, holding on as he's pulled into a dominant kiss. Leon gasps against Jeff's lips, pain mixed with pleasure as he loses himself in the raw, animal passion of the moment. His body betrays him, pressing closer, seeking more contact, more sensation. The DSO logo on his jacket seems to mock him now, a symbol of his duty and loyalty, but here he is, lost in the arms of his employer's son, surrendering to desire.