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Leon & Buddy Reunion

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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.

Once they're back in inside, tension Sasha didn't realize was there before skowly begins bleeding from his shoulders. He can feel exhaustion creep in bit by bit, the day taking its toll after weeks of him not doing much aside from occasional physical therapy and otherwise resting in bed. He almsot finds himself missing the naps he was able to take throughout the days in the hospital before, even though at the time he'd more often than not been frustrated by the lack of anything else to do.

The task at hand seems daunting in comparison, and thus it doesn't take much for him to convince himself to accept Leon's offer of help. Although, as it turns out, Leon isn't particularly helpful half of the time, because the moment he is done chopping his part of the vegetables he begins stealing stuff from Sasha's chopping board to munch on, giving him that cheeky grin Sasha's become irritatedly fond of as of late when he narrows his eyes at him in turn. "Would you stop that?" Sasha asks at some point and feels compelled to pinch Leon in the side when he, in fact, does not stop.

Leon also has a way of standing precisely infront of the cabinet Sasha needs to open at any given time, causing him to at some point simply put his hands on either side of Leon's hips while the other is mid sentence into telling a story and physically moving him out of the way when he doesn't get the hint of Sasha wheeling himself close in order to open a lower cabinet to find a pot to cook with.

"You are a menace." Sasha says gruffly when he gives Leon another nudge with the cabinet door as Leon still manages to be slightly in the way. He looks up at him then to find him suspiciously quiet all of the sudden, but after the day they've had and with Sasha slowly learning to navigate around Leon's way of purposely irritating him just to be contrary, it doesn't come out half as harsh as it might have on any other day. "Just go sit over there and look pretty, I can handle the rest myself."

Then he is forced to catch Leon's hand again, when he fails to swat at it in order to keep him from stealing yet another piece of vegetable. "Stop. It." He says once more, this time with more authority in his tone, the words coming out harsher without him really meaning to give them that much gravity. He is surprised when Leon actually backs down and he is able to extract the piece of carrot from his grasp. In turn, Leon seems just as confused by it as Sasha is, only to then have his other hand pick up a different piece of vegetable to put between his teeth, smiling around it.

Sasha sighs. "You're having far too much fun outmaneuvering a man in a wheelchair." He scoffs. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" He tries for a more serious tone, but he can't quite hide the upwards quirk of his lips at Leon's behavior, amusement far outweighing the annoyance of cooking with increased difficulty when Leon's eyes shine with such mischief.

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His hips stutter into Leon’s touch, rough and dry as it is, it is still everything and more Sasha has wanted. His fingers hook beneath Leon’s thighs, nails digging into his pantlegs as he pulls him that much closer. The friction of Leon’s fingers around him has him gasp, but it’s not enough to fully rob him of his need to undress Leon further too. “Almost…” He breathes and then leans in to kiss Leon again in lieu of a proper answer. His own hands still move to undo Leon’s pants and shove them out of the way, swallowing thickly when he glimpses the wet spot in Leon’s underwear soon after, finding him just as desperate as himself.

Sasha’s breath shudders out of him in an unsteady exhale when Leon gives him a measured, slow stroke in the meantime and it takes every single bit of his already frayed self-control to not simply begin to fuck into the circle of his hand. But at the same time it doesn’t take much to get him back on track, as even pushing his hips forward just ever so slightly reminds him of the straining hardness in Leon’s pants and Sasha then shifts his fingers below the waistband of Leon’s underwear and tugs them down. They’re still not fully undressed, but it’s close enough to be able to feel eachother skin on skin.

One hand finds it’s way around the back of Leon’s neck then, tilting his head up for another deep and desperate kiss. The other moves to briefly lessen Leon’s hold around Sasha’s length, only to then take Leon’s hand and lead it to encircle them both together, guiding his hand with his own. He tightens his own hold around Leon’s hand just enough that the next bit of friction makes him see stars behind closed lids as their erections press together hot and heavy. And he’d worry that it is just this side of too tight, or dry for his lover to enjoy, if it wasn’t for the fact that this time it’s Leon who is forced to break the kiss for an appreciative moan.

Sasha blinks his eyes back open just after the first wave of heightened pleasure ebbs and is met by the dark want of Leon’s pupils near fully eclipsing the brilliant blue of his eyes. It’s been so long since he’s last seen this sort of expression on Leon’s face, and even so it is still the first time it’s not entirely overshadowed by the grief or confusion of their past.

The hand on the back of Leon’s neck moves to cup his cheek. His thumb brushes along his cheekbone as he tips his head back to better look into his eyes, his own full of wonder as he takes him in. “You’re so beautiful.” Sasha whispers before he guides them back into another, slower kiss while he begins to lead their joined hands into a slow rhythm that is maybe a bit slow for their already roughened breathing and desperate noises, but it is also everything he wants to do: take his time, truly and feel this, feel Leon, with every fibre of his being.

Only The Moon Knows - A New Beginning

In the distance he could hear them go off – one after the other; like muffled pistol shots that illuminated the pitch-black sky just for an instant before vanishing into thin air. Irina had loved to look at them. Always eyes wide open, like a child she had clapped, could hardly await the next rockets to explode. Oh, how he had loved to see that innocent expression spreading on her face. Actually he wasn’t the type to join the crowd. The noise, the shoving, the pushing. But as soon as he had laid his eyes on her childlike display of joy he couldn’t help grinning himself. It was then that nothing else mattered. Neither the pain from some elbows crashing into his side nor the high-pitched voices of those around them. Even J.D.’s hopelessly stupid comments tickled out one or two smiles from the Slav. Yes, a happy new year; that it used to be indeed. It had always been a joyous occasion, but now, watching the fireworks from his bedroom window, tied to a wheelchair, it was hard to hold off the feelings of loneliness, those pangs going through his chest like little daggers penetrating the skin. While the whole world was overflowing with expectations for the New Year, everyone keeping their loved ones close, he was there, waiting for something, anything to happen that would break the unbearable silence in the darkness of the room. “Ugh…” The vodka burned. Like a fire that had been lit in his throat, setting ablaze his whole body. Don’t think. Don’t feel. Don’t let it show. He tried hard to strangle those emotions inside, to put out those tongues of flames reaching for a lonely heart.  

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 I wish there was a continuation of RE: Damnation with more Alexander Kozachenko, not the angry/bitter Alex but with the man who is emotionally vulnerable and learning to cope with his disability and his traumatic past. 

I mean this guy is an interesting character, I want to see more of him. and i want to see him happy