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Feverish Kisses

[Follow up to Lingering Warmth - Warning: Explicit, NSFW]

“Hah…“ A long, heavy sigh wandered through the room, reflected by white empty walls. The door silently closed behind them, keeping the hot afternoon sun from entering the surprisingly cool flat. Both men shivered slightly as soon as they passed through the doorway. At least one of them though felt the overall atmosphere weighing down on him way more than the change of temperature. Just moments ago, the Slav couldn’t have felt more relieved at the thought of getting rid of his clothes, but right now in the presence of the man behind him with all those unspoken desires between them, he didn’t favour that idea as much anymore. He had been so eager before, but now it all seemed rushed and maybe that rising need had been the result of the scorching sun. Or maybe not. The veins pulsating beneath his rough, scarred skin belied his growing denial. They seemed as if they were going to explode any minute, the blood rushing through his body at an alarming speed. To him it seemed as if a bird tried to break free from its cage, his own heart just barely being held in place by tissues of muscle. Did he truly want to take it further? “You want something to drink?“ The sudden question coming from behind made him flinch abruptly. Even though the man had been well aware of the presence of the other - more than he’d ever admit to himself – he hadn’t seen that coming. “You planning something?“, he retorted, trying to make the following grin seem as effortless as possible. Without being able to see his own reflection though he pretty much could picture in his head how stupid he had to look right now with a crooked grin which was probably nowhere near natural. Still it did earn him a brilliant smile by the American – a smile a little too brilliant and a way too flirty “Only if you do.” Even though he could feel the urge to punch Leon in the sides rise, he was rather relieved at the goofiness the man displayed. It made him finally relax for the first time since having entered the flat.

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RE Damnation i lovvv u happ birth

He doesn't need words, to express his feelings.

His eyes do.

I love this expression of him so much!

I mean: look at it! In this little moment, you can see his anger, once again, taking control over his mind. This glance. It hits me everytime!

I can't describe, how much I adore this scene! It shows so much of this man's character, even without saying anything!

Dispel the Darkness

Buddy rubbed his numbing hands and cursed under his breath as he watched the first white flakes gliding down from above.

(He’s not coming.)

The thought hurt more than he would have liked to admit. He had been waiting for almost an hour now, watching the people passing by, smiling, a joyful atmosphere all around him. But Sasha wasn’t smiling. He had wanted to abandon the idea, to turn around and go home, spending the evening in the quiet confines of his apartment. But every time he had made up his mind, hope had reeled its head again, persuading him to wait for just five minutes longer. Fool that he was, he had given in all the time, always finding another excuse why the one he was waiting for hadn’t shown up yet.

But the truth dawned on him, slowly but steadily.

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[repose] A story about Leon falling asleep in Buddy's bed.

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I love this rare pair! Please let me participate. @rerarepairmonth Week 1 - Fairytales, Domesticity/Slice of Life, On Holiday - May 1st to May 6th

I usually speak Japanese. I translated it using Google Translate. It's a bit strange in places, but please look at it with one eye gently. I'll fix it if I can after looking at the folds. Sorry if the English is weird because it's Google translation

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When he went to Buddy's house...

When he entered with the spare key, Buddy was not there and the room was empty. Leon relaxed and took off his leather jacket,

(Is he still at school...)

Well, I see.

It was exactly 2pm. He hadn't called or emailed him to say he was coming today.

The room was quiet, somewhat cluttered, and lonely.

This time's mission. Leon was not splashed with blood, so quarantine was simple. He got naked with the Army Special Forces in charge of the joint operation and only had to take a disinfectant shower over his head in a long area separated by blue tarps.

When he checked his own smell, he could still smell the strong chemicals on his skin.

Even though he had taken three showers using body soap, the chemical smell had permeated his skin and could not be removed. The smell had invaded his brain.

(Speaking of smells...)

When he smelled the smell of this house, he somehow felt calm.

They say that maggots swarm among widowers, but perhaps because Buddy is in a wheelchair, his room is always tidy, and the room smells of Buddy's lightly scented massage cream. Sometimes there is also the smell of laundry detergent.

As soon as Leon sees Buddy's bed, his feet are drawn to it almost unconsciously.

Let's rest for a bit. Just lie down and rest for a moment.

When he lies down on Buddy's bed and presses his face against the pillow, Buddy's strong smell naturally fills his nostrils and face. Buddy

is precious because he changes the sheets and covers as soon as Leon comes.

The smell of the person you love always stirs your brain and heart.

But Buddy's smell is different... how should I express it? He always spends his holidays surrounded by his smell, so Buddy's smell automatically switches him on vacation...

Leon only remembers the moment Buddy's smell filled his brain.

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The next time Leon wakes up, it is night. He

sat up and looked around the room.

Buddy was already in his pajamas, had laid the sheets on the sofa, and was about to go to sleep.

When Leon saw Buddy, his eyes met and he asked,

"Are you awake?"

"If you're back, wake me up..."

"I've prepared dinner and put it in the fridge, so you can heat it up in the microwave and eat it."

"Buddy, are you going to sleep?"

Leon was about to get up from the bed when he noticed his situation. His shoes had been taken off, and his belt and collar were loosened.

He didn't remember, but maybe he had unconsciously taken them off by himself out of habit. No way...

"Hey Buddy, did you let me take off my shoes?"

"Yeah... Was it nice? You answered normally."

"...How?"

He had no memory

of it. "When I touched your feet, you suddenly raised your head, so I told you,

'If you want to sleep here, I'll let you take off your shoes,'

and you put your head back on the pillow and said, 'Thank you,' or something. It was only for a moment, but your eyes were open."

It seemed he had responded unconsciously. I had no choice but to believe Buddy's words, which he imitated with a strong Midwestern accent.

(Thank goodness...)

I didn't have to point a gun at Buddy.

I sometimes hear about cases where people point weapons at their families the moment they wake up on their first day back from the front line.

Buddy said,

"If you don't remember, I'll say it again, but if you go to bed, please take off your bulletproof vest and shoes that don't look like a bulletproof vest.

" "...If you took them off, you could have played a prank on me while you were there."

"----"

Leon tried to hide his embarrassment by making a joke, and a nervous look of disgust appeared on Buddy's face.

(Oh no...)

Buddy is an elementary school teacher.

The joke of "pranks" that warriors, agents, and strong men and women would laugh at, but Buddy has a completely different idea.

I seem to be more tired than I thought.

"Ah, no, I just wanted to tell you that I wanted you to wake me up. Tickling me, pinching my nose, playing with me..."

"Hmm,"

Buddy replied coldly,

"Well, that's fine. If you think I'm the kind of man who gropes sleeping people's bodies, I would never have let you step over my threshold again."

"No way, that can't be true?"

Leon had intended to play a sexual prank on me, and Buddy knew about it, but it seemed like he was willing to forgive me. I'm glad he

was hanging on by a thread.

But...

I can't believe it. The agent was asleep while the teacher took off his shoes and loosened his belt and collar.

In fact, Leon woke up for a moment during that, and he has a vague memory of it. But it's just a dream memory.

"Leo, your shoes are covered in mud, so you have to take them off when you get into bed, right?"

- Saying this, the gentle, slender, white hand loosened my shoelaces. It was the

hand of a woman who knew nothing of fighting, and it didn't exist in the world that Leon knew now.

Under normal circumstances, "Professor Kozachenko" would have remained with his supple, soft hands, and would have lived a life surrounded by his wife, children and students, without ever being involved in revolution or massacres.

I wanted this gentle man to be happy. But if this world were just like that, we would never have met.

What if I dreamed about her, even though I no longer remember her?

"Did I say anything else, Professor?"

"He was mumbling."

"What could you understand?"

"Well, I was a bit... you had a strong Midwestern accent..."

You're fluent enough in American English to know that it was a Midwestern accent (although more than half of it was Leon's fault), but you're going to say "I don't understand a word"?

I heard something that I can understand, something that I'd be better off hiding.

Did I just say... "Yes, Mom"?

I want to shoot myself in the head right now.

If it was an American man or woman, they would either tease him a lot or tell him in his sleep in a silly way. They'd add something like "It was cute."

Because Buddy is an old-fashioned type who is obsessed with his reputation as a man. Leon, who is often progressive, often treats him as if he were the same as himself, and he pretends not to see or ignores any actions or behavior that he considers shameful as a man, without pointing them out. By

the way. This attitude of Buddy is also found in America, and men and women who work in jobs related to machismo often treat him like this at work.

However, it's rare in private.

I'm glad Buddy is an old-fashioned type. Even though he's always complaining about Buddy's old-fashionedness

... In reality, Leon is a man who seems advanced, but is poisoned by classical machismo.

The rural town where he grew up in his youth was hardly advanced. In the 80s, men had to be manly and women had to be feminine, or they were rumored to be gay or dykes and suspected of having mental disorders. As the saying goes, a child's character lasts a century...

Leon S. Kennedy always wants to be on the side of the protector. He wants to act cool, be seen as tough and cool, and not show his weaknesses. Especially in front of the person he likes.

He'd rather die than be seen as a mama's boy.

He has to prove his manliness.

Leon gets up, takes off his bulletproof vest, and sits on the sofa where Buddy is.

"Buddy"

"Hey, you're tired enough to fall asleep, aren't you? Why don't you go to bed quietly tonight?

" "As soon as I saw you, I was full of energy.

" "I'm tired.

" "I see..."

Leon was disappointed for a moment, then said,

"But let's sleep together in bed."

"...Okay."

Buddy tried to get up and move to his wheelchair, but Leon stopped him and picked him up. He

gently lowered Buddy's body onto the bed, not forgetting to bring the wheelchair next to him. When he woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to move, he didn't want to wake Leon up or let him fall out of bed.

When Leon slid in next to Buddy, Buddy's sullen expression flashed a smile for a moment,

"I'll put you to bed."

"You're wide awake now."

"I'll read to you."

Buddy leaned back on the pillow and reached for the bedside table.

"Oh."

He's more like a mother now.

I don't want Buddy to be a mother. I want our relationship to be more immoral.

If you're awake, there's something I want you to do, not read me a book.

Leon had been grinning the whole time, but when he saw the cover of the thick book in Buddy's hand, his smile faded.

(There's no need to choose such a book...)

If the famous, world-famous "Brothers Karamazov" comes, even I can't win. I will definitely lose.

Fin.

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I still can’t read Japanese,so sad( •̥́ ˍ •̀ू )

Not all that cold

“You want anything from the sweets stand?”

Buddy looked up at Leon as if the American had just suggested to take a ride on the children’s merry-go-round – which probably was only a matter of time before he did.

“No thanks, I’m good.”

Leon shrugged and strolled off, leaving Buddy and his wheelchair next to the large Christmas tree that was the literal highlight of the small Christmas market. Buddy rubbed his cold hands together as he gazed up at the sparkling electric candles that illuminated the tree. The Slav was glad that there weren’t as many people around. Not only did he enjoy the quiet, it was also much easier to navigate the narrow aisles. And although he didn’t really need Leon pushing him, when the blond had insisted right from the very beginning, Buddy couldn’t really say anything against it – he was pretty sure Leon would have done it even if Buddy would have continued complaining. Still, deep inside he was glad for the offer; his hands were freezing enough as it was, even with gloves on – which he had also borrowed from the blond. Buddy smiled to himself. He couldn’t help feeling a bit embarrassed and spoiled, but most of all he felt happiness.

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ケネチェンコの短編。全て最高です

Have some Leon and Buddy drabbles I did because I thought my other stuff wasn’t going well. They’re unrelated to each other and stuff. I don’t know. It’s 6am. Just take them. Take all of them.

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