Archive of Our Own

It wasn’t often that you and Leon were sent on assignments together.

When you were, it was usually some kind of exploratory mission; the government knew you two could handle yourselves in a sticky situation. 

This time, it was another underground Umbrella lab—honestly, how many of these things did this company build?

It was always the same thing: a big scary lab built underground, harboring horrific man-made monsters that somehow escaped containment, and now you need to clean up the mess.

It’s the same awful cycle, over and over again.

“SHIT!” 

You heard Leon yell from across the lab. A loud crash followed by gunshots echoed through the room.

You rushed over to the man as quickly as you could, hurdling yourself over multiple work benches and various lab supplies— How big was this building?

Leon kicked the creature away frantically. It looked disgusting— it somewhat resembled a licker, but vines protruded from its back. The vines themselves had thorns, flowers, and a weird, sticky substance covering them. The creature was emanating a strange smell, something between floral and sweet. It wasn’t repulsive, but it wasn’t pleasant either.

A vine wrapped around Leon’s leg and yanked him to the ground. He was barely able to kick it away before another vine wrapped around his waist and lifted him into the air. Leon’s pistol was swatted out of his hand by one of the appendages. The creature hoisted itself onto its hind legs before wrapping its meaty claws around his body. The man felt a sharp pain in his bicep— when the thing grabbed him, its claws punctured skin. 

More vines wrapped around his body and started squeezing him tightly along with the creature’s claws— He looked like he was about to pop— If you didn’t do something soon, it was going to crush him to death.

Another vine wrapped around Leon’s neck. The creature’s jaw unhinged as it crowded his face, and a small flower emerged from its mouth. The flower puffed a pink cloud towards Leon. He coughed, both from the asphyxiation and the foul-smelling pollen invading his senses. He gasped for air, the fumes coating his sinuses as he inhaled.

You barely made it in time, stumbling over a cart before pulling your gun from its holster. You fired a few shots into the creature’s large body before swapping to your trusty combat knife once you were close enough. You slashed away at the vines until they let Leon’s neck loose, then you drove the knife into the thing’s head. You pushed the blade into its skull until you heard it crack. The creature squealed in pain, finally dropping Leon to the floor with a hard thud. The creature writhed as it let out an ear-piercing shriek, then finally fell to the floor with a wet slap.

Leon gasped. His chest heaved with how quickly he was breathing— Goddamn, that looked painful.

Leon reached for his gun before quickly shoving it back into his holster. His breathing slowly evened out. His eyes stung, and his nostrils burned. Whatever that thing puffed at him, it certainly wasn’t pleasant.

“Holy shit, Leon. Are you okay?” You scrambled to check on the man. Despite the claws, he sustained minimal damage: part of his left sleeve was ripped, but otherwise he was relatively unscathed. He might have a few bruises tomorrow, though.

“Never been better.” Leon groaned. His hand hovered over the wound before he covered it. He winced at the pain.

“Fuck, that hurts.” Leon peeled his leather jacket off to inspect the wound. It wasn't too deep, but damn, did it sting. 

“I liked that jacket, too.” Leon groaned dramatically. You scoffed at his theatrics. 

“To hell with the jacket, I'm shocked you're not more injured.” You rummaged through your pouches for first-aid spray and a bandage. The creature seemed to be dead, but there’s a chance more of them are roaming around. You grabbed Leon’s bicep to help, but he gasped at your touch.

“Hey, hey, easy with that.” He winced in pain. Every brush of your fingers felt like needles digging into his skin.

“Sorry, Leon.” You loosened the grip you had on him— You were gentle, spraying the open wound with first-aid spray and gently packing it with gauze before wrapping his arm in a bandage. You were used to fixing Leon up at this point; He was always getting into trouble wherever you two were assigned.

“Stop running off like that. You’re going to get killed one of these days,” you scolded.

Leon scoffed.

“I get it, sorry.” 

Leon started to feel weird. He couldn’t pinpoint what emotion he was feeling. His face felt hot— maybe the plant had infected him with something? I mean, it literally puffed a cloud of pollen into his face; surely this was a side effect.

“I don’t feel so good.” Leon rubbed his temple. You two were still sitting on the lab floor. Leon started to look increasingly uncomfortable. He couldn’t sit still, even with his ass firmly planted on the cold epoxy. 

“What do you mean?” You leaned back instinctively. If this creature infected Leon with something, it sure as hell worked fast.

“I feel feverish, almost? I don’t know, but it’s weird.” Leon was becoming painfully aware of the tent slowly growing in his pants. There was absolutely zero reason for him to pop a boner right now, but his body betrayed him.

“Is it hot in here?” Leon could feel his heart racing. His whole body was too warm for comfort.

You put a hand to Leon’s forehead; He was scorching.

“Jeez, Leon, you’re burning up.” You cupped the man’s face while you inspected him, searching for obvious signs of transformation; He didn’t look like he was turning into a zombie— he was just extraordinarily warm.

Leon whimpered.

His face nuzzled into your palm, and he inhaled— he was smelling you.

“Has anyone ever told you that you smell nice?” Leon pressed his cheek into your palm more. His face was still hot to the touch. His face was flushed a deep red, too. He looked dazed. His pupils were huge; you could barely see the blue of his irises because of how blown they were.

“… thanks?” 

“You’re really good-looking, you know that?” Leon started to crawl towards you. The man seemed entranced by your presence. His eyes locked into you with a predatory glare as he hovered over your form. “Do you wear cologne?” 

“No?” You scooted back, not sure if he was infected with something contagious. He wasn’t acting violently; he was gentle when he touched you— his hands slowly traveling up your calves to your knees before settling his weight between your meaty thighs. You braced yourself on the floor behind you. Leon caged you in with his arms, planting them on either side of your hips as he crowded you.

“Leon?”

He inched closer and closer, eyes darting down to your lips as he leaned in. You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. You honestly weren't really sure what was going on. He’s never this touchy, let alone verbally affectionate—

Leon snapped out of his daze momentarily.

“Well, shit.” Leon pushed you away, and he chuckled softly. Everything was adding up in his head: that plant infected him with an aphrodisiac.

“This is fucked up.” Leon laughed to himself again. He scrambled away from you quickly. He couldn’t ignore the bulge growing in his pants anymore. He was really fucking horny. Way too horny to function, actually.

It clicked for you too.

Oh no.

You felt your face go red with embarrassment. Not only have you noticed the bulge in Leon’s pants, but the reality of the situation has finally dawned on you. You’re going to have to do something to get this shit out of Leon’s system one way or another, and this kind of thing usually only points to one solution.

Was there a protocol for this? A ‘hey, my partner just got infected with something that makes him unbearably horny’ protocol? Panic was starting to settle in. You jumped off the floor to search for something— medical logs, research papers, hell, a cure.

That's when you found a clipboard. It was hardly legible. The ink looked smudged, the papers were torn, and the information was difficult to piece together. You were barely able to make out a few paragraphs: 

Everything else was either illegible or redacted. That seemed like the most important part anyway. Something will happen to Leon if you don’t do anything.

It’s probably a good idea to leave this out of the mission report.

When you made your way back to Leon, you found him leaning against a nearby lab counter. He was trying to get himself upright, or at least trying to sit down on something other than the floor. His legs and arms were already wobbling. He struggled to support his own body weight.

He looked like shit.

“Leon—“ you grabbed him by the waist to help stabilize him, only to be shoved away quickly.

“I cannot have you touching me right now.” Leon barely managed to hoist himself onto the counter. He was starting to sweat, and his face was bright red; He couldn’t make eye contact with you, either. “I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Just leave me alone.”

“I’m not leaving you alone when you’re this vulnerable, Leon.” You stepped towards him again. “Let me help you—”

Leon cut you off by kissing you.

He kissed you.

A pathetic groan fell from his mouth as he clawed at your shirt. You couldn’t help but lean into the kiss, your hands cupping the man’s face and returning the gesture with just as much energy. Leon was burning up. His face was hot against yours, and you could feel the sweat dripping down his cheeks.

Leon’s hands gripped your shirt tightly. He tried to pull you closer, but you pulled away, pressing your hands on his chest to push him back.

“Leon—” 

“Help me.” Leon cut you off. “Please, I don’t want to be stuck here to ride this out.” 

He didn’t have to ask you twice.

You pressed your lips against his again, this time gripping the back of his neck. Leon moaned again, and he wrapped his legs around yours. His dick pressed against you through his pants. He was incredibly hard; It made your own cock twitch with interest.

He wasted no time shoving his tongue in your mouth. It was sloppy, desperate, and hot. You let him explore you, his tongue scathing every inch of your mouth. He moaned into you, savoring the taste of your lips. 

Leon’s hands moved to grip your shirt again. He wanted you as close as possible. The man’s heels dug into your lower back, like he was asking for you to get closer. You pressed your hips forward and began to grind against his erection. He gasped, breaking the wet kiss.

“Too many clothes.” Leon huffed. He scrambled to get your belt off, but his hands were shaking too much to undress you effectively.

“Hey, hey, slow down.” You pushed his hand away. “You’re the one infected with this shit; let me help you first.” You quickly undid his belt and shoved his pants down. You moved to help Leon take off one of his boots, not bothering with the other; he only needed one leg free, after all. You slid the fabric off, underwear and all, leaving him nearly bare from the waist down.

His dick was hard, like, almost purple at the tip, kind of hard; It looked like it hurt. His cock was already leaking egregious amounts of pre-cum down his shaft. It was really erotic, actually. Leon Scott Kennedy, an experienced DSO agent, horny out of his mind, leaning back with his legs spread and hard, leaky cock on display, begging to be touched— he looked like he deserved to be ravished.

You didn’t bother pulling Leon’s shirt off— you opted to shove the fabric up as much as you could, admiring the soft skin of his abdomen and chest. You couldn’t help but kiss his pecs, barely brushing against his nipples when you did. 

Leon whined and gripped the back of your head, holding you closer to his chest. “S-sensitive,” he croaked out. You took it as an invitation to keep going— tongue lapping at the soft bud of his right nipple. Your thumb flicked the other one. The buds hardened immediately under your touch. The blonde’s chest was really sensitive, as he said.

You didn’t spend too long on his pecs; you wanted to touch him properly.

You wrapped your hand around Leon’s dick, and he immediately curled over. His hands gripped your shoulders tightly as he let out a pathetic whine. Nails dug into your skin through your shirt; this thing was eating him alive.

“Oh my fucking god, please don’t stop.” The man panted. He hissed as soon as your hand started moving, his hips bucking up to follow the movement of your fist. 

You’ve never seen anyone so responsive to a simple handjob before.

You sped up the pace; Your hand moved from base to shaft, twisting around the head of the man’s cock on the way back up. Pre-cum squelched with every pump of your fist— He was leaking everywhere. You twisted and squeezed, trying to figure out what Leon enjoyed the most. You noticed that he’d whine when you squeezed around the tip of his cock; it seemed that was the most sensitive part of him.

Leon buried his face in your neck and took another deep breath— he was smelling you again.

“Not enough…” Leon whined. He took another deep inhale of your neck. He moaned at the scent of your musk. You weren’t really sure why he liked it, but if it was helping, you didn’t mind.

“Take your cock out.” One of Leon’s hands moved to cup the bulge in your pants, causing you to jolt. “Let me see it. Come on.”

The infection certainly made Leon more forward with his needs.

You scrambled to get your belt off, shoving your pants down to mid-thigh. You were embarrassingly hard— a tinge of guilt spread through your body. Leon couldn’t help but feel the way he did, and yet, it was still turning you on. You felt like a pervert, taking advantage of your own feelings when Leon clearly couldn’t think straight.

“Come here.” Leon nudged you forward with his heel again and pressed his cock against yours. His hips rolled in gentle circles, sliding his wet cock against you. He let out a loud moan and buried his face in your neck again— he really liked smelling you.

“Leon, you’re sure?” You were hesitant to touch him. You didn’t want to complicate your professional relationship— well, any more than it already was. Over the past few months, you’ve already tried to ignore the growing crush you had on the man, and him rutting against you like a dog in heat certainly wasn’t helping those feelings right now.

“Stop fucking asking.” Leon barked, “Help me get off already... We’ll figure this shit out later.” He groaned. The man wrapped his whole hand around both of your dicks and squeezed. He whined— the contact still wasn’t enough for him. His hand slowly moved up and down. His hips rolled forward with each pump of his hand.

Leon was really wet; His cock was leaking like a broken faucet— You’ve never seen this amount of pre-cum before, let alone from a bit of touching.

It felt really good having Leon rut against you like this. His rhythm was a bit off, but it was still great nonetheless. You weren’t really sure where to put your hands— would it be okay to touch him? Kiss him again?— This wasn't a situation you knew how to deal with, let alone in a professional manner.

Leon’s rhythm was honestly pretty sloppy. He was having a hard time keeping a pace he liked, so you swatted his hand out of the way and replaced it with yours. He let out a choked groan at the contact. You could feel his dick twitching against yours. Each pump of your fist squeezed out another bead of pre-cum.

“Shit, close already.” Leon groaned. He yanked you in by your shirt and pressed his nose into your neck again. “God, you smell heavenly.” Leon moaned. His tongue darted out to lick the sweat that was glistening on your skin. You shuddered— god, he really was getting off to the scent of you.

“Jesus— fuck, gonna cum.”

The man spilled over your fist and dick, moaning into your neck when he did. He slumped against you momentarily, his hands still gripping your shirt tightly. He took a second to breathe; his body was shivering from the aftershocks of his orgasm.

“Leon,” you finally released the grip you had on your cocks. You hissed at the loss of contact, but Leon’s needs came first. “What do you need?” Leon’s cock was already starting to harden again. Like the paper said— multiple orgasms would clear the infection.

“I think…” Leon trailed off before taking a deep breath.

“Fuck me?”

How could you possibly say no to that?

You pushed him back onto the counter and yanked his hips forward, leaving his ass on the edge of the cold surface. 

You took a deep breath— this was like a dream come true.

The way Leon was looking at you was absolutely filthy. He looked completely and utterly disheveled. The look in his eyes was full of pure lust; He was hungry. 

You sucked on three fingers, trying to slick them up a bit to prep Leon. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt him.

You pressed the pad of your middle finger against Leon’s rim— something felt off. With your other hand, you spread the blonde’s cheeks open, and you look down. 

Jesus Christ.

The man was leaking his own slick. You pushed a finger in with no resistance. Leon let out a sob, his back arching and head slamming back into the counter. 

His walls were warm and wet; it felt like you were fingering a cunt from the slick alone. You pressed your other two fingers in with ease. His body accommodated three fingers as if it were nothing.

Leon writhed below you as you explored his insides. Your fingers caressed his walls while you searched for his prostate. If he was this vocal from a few fingers, just imagine how he’d sound with your cock splitting him open. 

“Haaahh… fuck,” Leon whimpered. “Don’t stop, shit, please don’t stop.” The blonde ground himself back onto your fingers. He let out a loud mewl when your digits brushed his prostate. You rubbed gentle circles on the bundle of nerves, causing the man to jolt. His hands gripped the edge of the counter as you abused the spot.

As much as you’d love to see him cum on your fingers, you had other plans.

Leon whined when you took your fingers out. You dropped to your knees and yanked the man forward, so his ass was dangling off the counter. Your tongue lapped up the slick dripping from his hole. He tasted sweet— really, really sweet. It was weird, honestly. Your tongue circled his rim before pressing fully into him. There wasn’t any resistance to the appendage; his body even sucked you in.

You spent a good amount of time tongue-fucking him. Your nails dug into his hips to hold him still. He couldn’t stop writhing and whining. He didn’t feel or taste human— whatever the pollen did to him, it was fucking addicting.

“Cum— cumming! Fuck, I’m cumming!” Leon sobbed. His cock pulsed as ropes of white-hot semen shot out onto his tummy. The man squirmed away from your mouth, but you held him down. His whole body shook from the weight of his orgasm.

The blonde’s dick was still hard. Two orgasms in, and this shit still wasn’t out of his system.

“More,” Leon whimpered. “Need you in me.” The man was still lying on the counter, his legs spread open as if he were inviting you in. 

“Alright, I got you.” You stood up, guiding yourself into Leon’s slick hole. His body eagerly accommodated your girth with no resistance.

The sound Leon let out was downright sinful. He was finally being filled, finally being fucked, he was finally going to get some relief. His arms wrapped around your neck, and his legs pulled you closer, forcing your cock into him. 

“Shiiiit…” Leon whined. “So fuckin’ big, god, you fill me up so well.”

You snapped your hips forward experimentally, ripping a choked moan from Leon’s throat. You thrust into him at a moderate pace, not being too rough, but not being too slow. Leon’s thighs tensed around you, and his heels nudged you even deeper into him.

“Fuck fuck fuck— baby, please!” Leon mewled. His hole clenched tightly around your cock as you picked up the pace. Wet slapping mixed with Leon’s loud ‘ah, ah, ahs’ filled the room. You could feel Leon’s slick dripping onto the counter with each thrust of your hips.

“Oh my God, please, harder!” Leon mewled again. His nails raked down your clothed back. He clawed at the fabric of your shirt, like he was begging for it to come off.

“Jesus— Fuck, Leon!” You panted. “Who knew you were such a slut, huh? Do you always ask to get fucked this hard?”

Leon's hole clenched around you.

“Oh? You like that?” You chuckled. You braced one hand on the counter and the other around his hip. With the new angle, the head of your cock was able to hit his prostate dead-on. “You like dirty talk?”

Leon howled, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. His cock bobbed with each harsh thrust of your hips, pre-cum splattering across his tummy and onto your shirt. It was definitely going to stain, but at this point, you didn’t care. You were balls-deep in your co-worker; a little bit of pre-cum was nothing. 

“Yes, yes, yes!” The man sobbed under you. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes— he was so sensitive from his previous orgasms, but the infection kept telling him he needed more, that he needed to be bred, needed fucked and filled. The man buried his nose into your neck again, lapping at your sweaty skin and inhaling your scent as much as he could.

“You’re doing so good, Leon— taking me so well,” you groaned. Leon clenched around you tightly. “So fucking good, just for me, baby. You gonna cum on my cock? Gonna cum like a good slut?” Leon seemed to get off on your voice, too. You could feel his cock twitching between your bodies; he was definitely close.

The friction of Leon’s cock sandwiched between your bodies was enough stimulation to push him over the edge. His hands yanked at the back of your shirt, and he bit down on your neck hard, moaning into your skin as his orgasm washed over him. Legs shook with the sheer force of his climax; cum stained your shirt, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. The way Leon’s hole fluttered around your cock was able to send you over the edge as well. You nestled yourself as deep as you could into him, filling him up.

Leon’s cock was finally softening between your bodies. He fell back against the counter to catch his breath. His body was aching from how many orgasms he went through in such a short period of time.

You slowly pulled out. Semen spilled onto the counter along with Leon’s slick. His body didn’t seem to be making any more now that the toxin had ejected itself from his body. 

You sat in awkward silence as you both caught your breath— post-nut clarity hit you like a freight train.

“Fucking hell, sorry, Leon.” You stuffed yourself back into your pants. You honestly felt bad— like you'd taken advantage of the man.

“The hell are you apologizing for?” Leon was finally able to sit up. His thighs still shook from the intensity of it all.

“You were infected, Leon.” You grumbled. You could feel how hot your face was.

“And you helped me clear it. I was conscious the whole time.” Leon grabbed a lab coat draped over a nearby chair and used it to clean himself off. He ripped part of the sleeve off and tossed it to you. It didn’t do much to clean off the cum on your shirt. “Plus, I wouldn’t have asked for help if I didn’t want to fuck you.”

“You wanted to have sex with me?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing from him. 

“Do you need me to prove it to you when we’re out of this shithole? Do you think I’m oblivious to the way you look at me?” Leon cocked his eyebrow. He was getting himself dressed as quickly as he could, pulling his shirt down and lifting his pants back up.

Your face heated up even more than it already was. You’d been crushing on Leon since you started working for the DSO, and now he’s offering to have sex with you again.

“Prove it?” You chuckled. “You’re such a pervert.” You rolled your eyes. Leon pushed himself off the counter and grasped the collar of your shirt, yanking you into another kiss. This time it was more passionate, less desperate, and a hell of a lot more romantic. It felt like he really meant this one.

You melted into his body, your arms wrapping around his waist and your lips intertwining with his. They were still swollen from your sloppy make-out sesh, but you didn’t care.

It felt like you two were kissing for a lifetime before Leon pulled back— he had the most obnoxiously smug look on his face.

“I hate this place. Let’s get the hell out of here before another fucked-up monster infects both of us with an incurable virus.” Leon patted your chest before pushing past you and walking towards the exit.

You cannot wait to get home.