Illegal Activites

True to his word, Riku would not allow Leon to lay a single finger on
him, try as he might. All throughout dinner preparations, Leon could
feel his strength being tested. The way Riku tossed his hips as he
tossed a salad, how he licked his hand to get a taste of the sauce—how
Leon would have given anything to be the palm of Riku's hand. The subtle
way he swayed back and forth while he slowly stirred the boiling pasta.
The way the costume accentuated his already narrow waist and long,
shapely legs, and the cute, round behind that was waiting for him if he
could just get past all the lace and Riku's vengeful attitude...Leon
seriously contemplated the merits of running the steak knife through his
eye as he removed the utensil from the drawer to set the table.

"Leon?"

The brunet glanced at Riku with one eyebrow raised.

"You have a problem with the steak knives or something?" Riku's voice held a note of worry.

Leon looked down, and then back to Riku. "What?"


Riku gestured with the pot of spaghetti he was holding. "You're glaring
at that knife like it killed your mother," he commented.

Leon
found it strange—Riku was talking to him, but all he could see were the
pouty, glossed lips opening and closing, and think of how good they felt
wrapped around his cock.

"Leon?" Riku placed the pot back on
the stove and pressed a hand to Leon's cheek. He was just standing there
with the glossy expression on his face, staring at Riku, and it was a
bit unnerving.

Leon's eyes slipped shut for a second longer than
they should have, and when he opened them, they were filled with pure
lust. With sudden ferocity, he dove in and kissed Riku's lips, grabbing
hold of the hand on his cheek to keep the silveret in place. Leon could
feel the gasp that fell from Riku's mint flavored lips, and swept his
tongue along the breadth of his mouth.

Riku tugged
half-heartedly in an attempt to free his hand. He had fully intended to
punish Leon for a while longer, but this...this was nice. He liked this.


Leon paused for breath, applying his lips to Riku's neck, and he
wrapped an arm around Riku's waist to pull him closer. Riku's eyes
widened as Leon turned and pressed him against the fridge. His free hand
automatically rose to push against Leon's chest in futile protest, but
his mind went completely blank as the brunet's tongue laved over his
skin. Tiny gasps of pleasure fell escaped his throat as he tried to say,
"Le—Leon, stop—"

But all thought of an argument, any inkling of
resistance left Riku's body as Leon gently palmed the inside of Riku's
thigh. A shiver ran down the silveret's spine at the intimate caress.
"Damn," he groaned.

"You asked for this," Leon growled roughly,
moving his fingers to trail up and down Riku's erection. "Did you really
think you could taunt me like that and not earn a reaction?" He buried
his face in the young artist's neck biting down hard on the delicate
pale skin. He could feel the vibrations in his throat as Riku let out a
breathless moan. Riku tangled his fingers in the brunet's messy locks,
pulling him closer, as he involuntarily thrust his hips forward.


Leon's lips hungrily roved over Riku's skin, leaving harsh red spots
across his bare shoulders. His hands groped beneath the fluffy skirt,
smoothing over the creamy soft skin of Riku's thighs, occasionally
brushing over the obvious bulge in his panties. "You're going to scream
my name," he whispered hotly in Riku's ear, pressing his hard muscled
body against Riku, almost to the point of pain.

Riku hitched his
leg around Leon's waist, wantonly bringing their groins into harsh
contact. His lips traced the outer shell of Leon's ear as he replied,
"Make me."

The words sent a sharp bolt of desire flaring through
his body. Grey eyes clashed with aquamarine a second before their lips
touched, tongues battling with each other for dominance. Riku's legs
wrapped around Leon's waist as Leon hoisted him into his arms. Blindly,
he backed out of the kitchen, following Riku's moaned directions.


"Right," he sighed, tightening his grip on Leon as the brunet nibbled
along his jaw. His head lolled backwards in ecstasy, and he shifted
uneasily against Leon, desperate for more friction.

Leon turned
right, and Riku got all the friction he wanted, and more, as they both
slammed into the wall. "Ow," hissed Riku, reaching a hand to the back of
his head. "Shit, Leon, that hurt."

The trooper looked up
warily, scanning Riku quickly for any signs of real injury. "Maybe you
should give better directions," he said defensively, tightening his hold
on the silveret as he spun them around.

"Maybe you should—"
Riku faltered as he felt Leon's fingers creep higher and higher along
his thigh, toying with the edge of his panties. "Maybe you shouldn't be
so good at this," he finished on a rush of air.

He could barely
catch his breath as Leon kicked the door shut behind him and threw Riku
onto the bed, following quickly after. Much like his feline namesake,
Leon pinned down his prey, eyes roaming hungrily over the young artist's
body with a predatory gleam. "Maybe you're feeling a little regret," he
whispered icily, holding Riku's wrists captive over his head with one
hand. He leaned down and captured Riku's lips, kissing him sharply
before pulling back again.

Riku regarded him with lust-hazed eyes. "How could I ever regret doing anything that makes you happy?"


The moment was tense, filled with overbearing emotions that thickened
the air between them. Leon kissed Riku tenderly, unconsciously releasing
his wrists, and just like that, the spell over them was broken. Riku's
slender fingers tangled their way into Leon's hair as he clung to his
lover, relishing in the way he kissed him like it was his last day on
Earth. His legs wrapped around Leon's waist as the brunet rolled them
over so Riku was on top. Unable to resist, Riku indulged in his lust,
slowly grinding against Leon, eliciting strained groans from both of
them.

His fingers fisted into Leon's shirt, clawing at the flesh
beneath it, as Leon's hands roved over him underneath the skirt.
"Leon," he panted, "clothes. Off. Now."