If Hottoys Doesn’t Come Up With Buddy,I’ll Make It Myself.

最高のケネチェンコ😍

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.

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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Please let me participate For @rerarepairmonth Week 5 - Date Night, Dark Sides, Underground/Undersea, FREE SPACE - May 25th to May 31st

Vendetta Leon and Damnation Sasha on a dated

[OVER?] - aureatescars

[  OVER?  ]:     after a mutually reluctant (and unwanted but necessary) break-up, the sender calls/visits the receiver and tells them that they’re still in love with them. / @aureatescars

" Shit. "

The curse follows an inelegant stumble through the door of his apartment, fingers white-knuckling around the handle as he tries to find his feet. The room swims, or maybe his head swims and there's an unpleasant roiling feeling in the pit of his stomach plus a bad taste at the back of his mouth indicating he's gone well over the respectable treshhold of what a man's supposed to consume in terms of booze for the night.

Not that he really cares. Not that anyone really seems to care. A whole week since he'd been forced to shoot his whole damn team after already having lost them once and no one'd bother to check in beyond Hunnigan telling him to take some time to get his head back on straight and the usual text from Sherry. Not even━

Well. He's only got himself to blame for that one. If Leon had bothered responding to his texts even once, maybe━

The thought wrenches at his heart in a way he doesn't really feel like dealing with right now ( or ever, really ) and Leon pushes himself forward, throwing the door shut behind him. He doesn't bother turning on the lights, doesn't bother hanging up his coat as it drops to the floor. He fumbles at the cabinets, pulling them open at random, a low noise of triumph in his throat when he finds what he's looking for. He'd been respectfully told to clear the premises at the bar he'd been drinking at, but there's no one to stop him from drinking himself into an even deeper stupor in the privacy of these four walls.

( he refuses to call it home. this isn't home. he hasn't truly been home in months )

He screws off the cap with shaking fingers, cursing again when it slips from his fingers and rolls beneath the cabinets. Doesn't matter, he thinks. He plans on finishing the rest of this bottle anyway. Except when that first swig hits his tongue and burns down his throat, he's hit with the sudden and undeniable realization that his body's had enough. His surroundings blur around him, the walls spinning at a speed he can't keep up with any longer and a stab of nausea so sharp and acute has his stomach lurch painfully and his body shudder.

Leon only barely manages to turn, the bottle slipping from his fingers and hitting the ground, before he's emptying the contents of his stomach into the kitchen sink, coughing and retching miserably.

He sinks to the floor afterwards, panting, his face and neck covered in cold sweat. A shard of glass cuts into his palm, where the neck of the bottle had broken off from impact, and the booze seeps into the fabric of his jeans, but Leon hardly notices.

He breathes, in and out, shuddering and choking on dry sobs. He has no fucking clue what he's doing anymore. No fucking clue what he wants. He only knows it's not this: teetering on that brink waiting to finally fall off and hope there's some peace to be found at the bottom.

His phone is out of his pocket before he can stop himself and when a trembling thumb hits the call button on speaker for the one person he swore to himself he'd leave alone, no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much he hated himself for how things had ended, he can't even find it in himself to regret it. He's already fucked up in more ways than one, what's another broken promise to the mix? It's so damn late too, fuck knows if Sasha would even answer the━

" Leon? "

There's no time to prepare against the wave of emotion constricting his chest at hearing Sasha's voice through the speaker. God, he'd missed it. Missed him, like a constant ache around his heart. His lids screw shut, throat suddenly too tight to speak or utter more than a soft whimper as tears start trickling from the corners of his eyes. His fingers tight curl around the phone as he pulls it towards his chest, and he finds his forehead resting atop his knees. " Leon, is that you? "

" Yeah, " Leon swallows around the lump in his throat and finally finds his voice, hoarse and terrible as it may sound, the slur in his words unmistakeable. " Listen, I uh, know I've no right to ask you for anything after━, " their last parting. The supposed final one. " ━ but I... I don't think I should be alone right now. 'm afraid I might do something stupid and I... I couldn't think of anyone else to━. "

" Where are you? I'm coming over. "

There's no hesitation, no anger in that still so familiar gravel, the accent just as he remembers it and Leon can't stop himself from sucking in a sharp breath at the worry he hears, the care still layered through it even though Leon doesn't deserve it, shouldn't even be asking this much. But as ever, he seems just as incapable of denying Sasha; especially now, still drunk and more miserable than he's ever felt. " Uh, my place... gave you the key. 'bout an hour from where we used to... "

Used to live. Those words fail him, familiar pain stabbing through his chest again remembering everything he's given up and squandered away because he'd thought it better that way, less risky. Safer. It still would be, he knows that much, but at this point he can't really find it in himself to care. Not after everything he's been put through those past few months.

" I'll be there in fifty. Stay safe. "

" I love you, " The words spill out unbidden, in a rush, his voice low and wavering, relief and defeat warring in his gut. " I never stopped... I'm sorry. Sasha. I'm sorry. "

There's a hitch of breath on the other end, a beat of silence. Then. " I'll be there soon, Leon. I promise. "

_____

He somehow manages to drag himself off the floor and into the shower, dazed and drained and wondering if that call really happened, wondering what he's afraid of more. That he somehow spilled his guts in a pathetic drunken haze or that he dreamed of hearing Sasha's voice. His mind swirls with half-formed thoughts and doubts, what if Sasha had moved on. What if he'd found someone else, what if Leon really had squandered it all. What if he'd inadvertently just brought even more pain on them by doing this. By asking this selfish, selfish thing.

He's shivering, despite the warmth of the shower, the effect of the alcohol slowly waning off leaving him feeling wrung out and nauseous. He clumsily bandages the cut on his hand after half-heartedly patting himself dry and struggles into something more comfortable. He rinses his mouth and brushes his teeth.

The bed feels too empty and too large as usual as Leon curls up beneath the covers, back towards the bedroom door and it's all he can do to simply keep breathing through the mess of emotions tangling in his chest and stomach. He's so fucking tired.

He's not sure how long he simply lies there before he hears the click of the lock, the sound of footsteps. Leon tensens, fingers curling into his pillow, his eyes shutting as if bracing himself for disappointment and the sting of shame. What would Sasha even think of him now. Pale, haggard, hair still dyed darker, too lean by half. A hollow shell of that rookie he met back then.

The footsteps close in on the bedroom and then stop, that same hitching breath sounding from behind him. He hears something uttered in Russian, followed by his name breathed out like a prayer and finds himself curling up a little tighter, unable still to turn around. There's the rustle of fabric, softer steps indicating Sasha had taken his shoes off and then, the dip of the mattress, the weight of an arm around his waist and the solid heat of Sasha's body against his back as the other slips into bed with him and pulls him into an embrace like he never left. And then, that voice, soft but firm, sinking into him like a carress. " I'm here. For as long as you need me. "

It doesn't take more than that for the tension to snap, the dam to break, his body shuddering under the onslaught of emotion as he turns around and clings to Sasha like a lifeline, almost keening when he feels lips against his forehead, hands touch the back of his neck and the length of his spine. It's not even sexual, arousal about the last thing he feels even if this is a dream come true, but the fact that he hasn't been touched this gently for so long.... the fact that Sasha is offering it without hesitation or demand...

God, Leon thinks. He'd been such a fool to think that this is the part he had to give up. To delude himself into he was doing the right thing when nothing he's ever done ever seemed to make a difference anyway. Wanting to protect Sherry, only to see her in the care of the guy who turned out to be a traitor. Wanting to save people, only to have to make unnecessary sacrifices of them time and time again. Wanting to love Sasha, but letting his duty take precedence when all its ever done is chip away at pieces of his soul until there would be nothing left.

He's done. The thought solidifies in his mind until it fills him whole. It's been enough.

He sucks in a deeper breath, feeling himself calm under that determination and finally, finally allows himself to meet Sasha's eyes, lips trembling as those beautiful amber hues look back without reproach, parting around words he should have said years ago. " I want to quit. I'm ... I'm done fighting their fight. I can't do it anymore. "

Sasha's eyes widen, shock, surprise, hope warring within his gaze; a wariness too, which hurts, but which Leon can hardly blame him for. He leans in, pressing a chaste kiss to Sasha's lips, an apology and reassurance wrapped in one, sagging in relief when Sasha kisses back. " Promise I'll repeat it tomorrow, " When sober. When he can tell Sasha he's sorry without stumbling over his words.

Right before he slips under in what promises to be the first restful night in weeks, he faintly hears I love you mumbled in a rough accent; and for the first time in a long, long time, Leon believes they'll be okay.

下記より転載⚠️商用利用以外は転載OKとのこと（要クレジット）╱Reprinted from the link below ⚠️ Reprinting is OK except for commercial use (credit required) @eilinna1 │https://pixiv.net/users/2830352

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#バイオハザード 【バイオハザード/英語注意】Leon×Buddy短漫2 - eilinnaのマンガ #漫画 #レオン #buddy - pixiv

This is a small comic in which the residual virus in Leon's body affected him and got him a feve

Sasha getting adopted by a shabby tan stray kitty after the events of Damnation, that reminds him very much of that scrappy American with the gorgeous blue eyes. It sits in his lap every day as he wheels himself to the school building each morning. As if silently cheering on his efforts as he struggles up the daunting slope, it kneads against his lap and purrs affectionately. Tired and breathless, Sasha sets the brakes on his wheels and offers the scruffy little guy a gentle pet to his head. It takes a week, but after mentally calling the cat Leon in his mind, he starts beckoning to it aloud by that name. The cat seems to delight in this newfound moniker and purrs louder, almost as obnoxious as the enthusiastic declarations of his wild American.

Sasha takes great care in tending to the scrappy little feline. He discovers shortly after taking it in, while he gives it a proper bath, that it is littered in the marks of many past fights. It fears very little and clings to his arm when he indulges it's greedy demands for attention.

Weeks go by and Sasha finds this new feline friend helps ease the painful loneliness he was left in, in the aftermath of his losses. Even when that mad American had to go at the summons of his own government, Leon had looked at him with such lost eyes, reluctant to leave his bedside in the hospital. Sasha doesn't remember much of that parting except for that apologetic look and the feel of a warm hand overlapping his fingers.

Now, as he burrows those same fingers into the thick silky fur of his new little companion, he silently imagines this was what it may feel like to run his hands through the agent's hair. The comforting weight of the cat resting upon his chest as he goes to sleep each night, the threat of nightmares thwarted briefly by the steady purring presence nestled over his heart. He imagines Leon's head resting in the cat's place. He shines, and he clings tighter to the comforts the cat brings him because he knows he can never have the man he actually craves to hold in his arms again.

He tells himself this harsh truth night after agonizing night as he wakes from nightmares of the screech of lickers and the burning pain of parasites wrapped around his spine. Of the heavy thundering footfalls of super tyrants and the distant gunfire of dying resistance fighters slowly being drawn to a terrifying silence.

The cat greets him, with a fuzzy face pressed against his cheek as that steady rumble of purring and soft paws knead his chest, trying to calm the jack rabbit pulse of his heart skipping painfully against his ribcage. Sasha calls out the agent's name, with tearful eyes and a choked off voice strangling each sound. Leon the cat answers with a mrrp, and continues to comfort the war weary man.

Months go by, and Sasha's yearning for companionship has been numbed by the busy schedules of school life and the rejuvenating smiles of his students eagerly attending his classes every day. The cat has quickly become a fixture in his classroom, always seated in his lap as Sasha scratches chalk across the blackboard as he details that weekend's homework for his students. He is almost finished when the cat leaps away from his lap in a sudden surge of activity only previously seen when pouncing upon unsuspecting mice.

"Leon!" Sasha cries out, alarmed by the bolting flash of golden fur. The classroom door swung open in his peripheral as the teacher tries to redirect his chair to face the fleeing feline. His quiet curse goes silent in his tongue, knowing better than to utter such words aloud in front of the children. His eyes fix on the figure of a man who dared to disrupt his class without even bothering to have the courtesy of knocking first. The snap of a reprimand balances on his tongue only to topple over like a clumsy tightrope walker.

"Leon?" It falls from his lips in a gasp. The blue eyed agent stands before him, his lean figure filling the entrance of the classroom as agile hands hold his feline counterpart securely in his grasp.

A sideways smile greets Sasha fondly as the agent quips. "Sorry I'm late, Mr. Kozachenko. I hope you won't mark me tardy for class."

(Had this cute thought and wanted to share it with you for some extra fluff in your day.)

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I lov this so much dude and god that lil payoff at the end got me pogging out of my mind. It reminds me of this neighborhood stray cat that would visit my house often, and funnily enough I call him Sasha! Genuinely this is amazing, thank you for sharing <33

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