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Adult ++
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6
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13
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Turn Around is Fair Play
Resident Evil is owned by
Capcom Co. Ltd.
All these characters and materials are used without permission, and I'm
not profiting from this piece of fan fiction.
Turn
Around is Fair Play
Sequel to Hold Out for Hope
By
Koh
February 2005
Pairings: Saddler x Leon,
x
Spoilers for Game - AU after Chapter 3-3
Story specific spoilers - Chapter 5-3, AU scenes presented
Warnings: Dark fic, Adult Content, mind control, questionable
consensual sex
Teaser: Sequel to Hold Out for Hope. Krauser meets with the change in
situations head on and adapts to it.
@>;-'-
Jack Krauser walked determinedly down the
hall towards Saddler's living quarters. He was sick and tired of
waiting for the man to turn up where he was needed at strategy
meetings. If Jack knew he would be signing on to long days of sitting
around old monks chanting a load of nonsense, while waiting for the
leader of the whole demented bunch to issue orders and make plans for
the 'conquest' of the United States, he would have told Wesker to take
a hike.
As it was, he had looked in on the president's
daughter and would admit, if only to himself, that he was having second
thoughts on the progress of Saddler's plans which would soon see her
returning to the United States along with a syringe of a special Plagas
for daddy. Saddler's plans weren't supposed to get that far. So just
where the hell was Kennedy?
That question was, unfortunately, going to be
answered way too soon for Jack's tastes when he barged into Saddler's
living room suite. The scene Jack walked into almost caused him to slam
himself back against the wall beside the door. Of all the ways he
thought he'd meet Leon S. Kennedy again, this was the last thing Jack
expected. And the sight was causing all the blood to rush to his groin.
All Jack could focus on was the long brown
cock sawing in and out of Leon's white ass as Saddler pounded into him
from the back while the man knelt on hands and knees on the couch.
Saddler had looked up at his entrance, the reprimand frozen on his lips
when he saw the American's expression. He had grinned at Jack then
pulled Leon up to have him seated on his lap so that he could play with
his cock, and nipple rings before the other American.
Jack couldn't have made himself leave for all
the money in the world. How Leon looked… it was-- familiar and was
bringing back too many painful memories. Almost a life time ago, he had
once had sex with Leon in front of a mirror. Had the smaller man
straddling his lap and seated on his cock as he played with Leon's
nipple rings and cock just like Saddler was doing now.
'Wait? Nipple rings?!' Jack's libido went
through the roof as the ornaments registered to his suddenly numbed
mind.
"What do you want, American traitor? Can't you
see I'm busy?"
Leon's head snapped up to look towards the
door, a blush suffusing his face as he was suddenly aware of the
scrutiny by the intruder. "Krauser?" Jack could well hear the shock and
anger behind the growl. "You-- You're the one who kidnapped Ashley!"
Before Jack could put together a response,
Saddler turned Leon's face towards him and captured his lips in a kiss.
Jack watched silently bristling as all the tension that had built up in
Leon's body, on his discovery of their audience, melted away to leave
the man limp and purring in his master's embrace. "Yes, that may be
true, my intuitive little pet." Saddler murmured against Leon's lips,
making Jack squirm in quiet outrage and jealousy. "But put that all
behind you. It is no longer of your concern, pet."
"But-- Ash-- y-- yes, master..." A couple of
tears escaped Leon's eyes as he stared up at the yellow-gold eyes which
looked upon him with affection.
Jack clamped down hard on his emotions. Now
was not the time to have a fit because he was watching a former lover
acting submissive and being fucked by a man he would prefer to see
dead. It was all too clear to him that Leon had been infected by a new
Plagas; one that made him a sexual pet to Saddler. It looked like the
bitch in the red dress was going to have to come up with another plan
to get their hands on the sample. And for getting the president's
daughter out of here and safely back to daddy.
"Well, American traitor?
Jack sometimes wondered if Saddler knew how
cutting the title he used felt to him. "You were missed at the
meeting." He growled sullenly.
"I had better things to do." Saddler licked
the tears from Leon's cheeks suggestively. "I imagine you would
understand too, if you've ever had a taste of this former American
agent."
Jack silently gritted against the tightness of
his pants as his traitorous mind conjured up memories of the many times
he had had sex with Leon when they had been in training together. Two
years later, he still regretted the cowardly way he had terminated
their relationship after feeling that the man had gotten too close.
Wesker's conveniently arranged helicopter crash had allowed him to
escape quickly without having to deal with the fallout of a break up.
"Are you offering?" Jack arched an eyebrow as
nonchalantly as he could, thankful that his voice did not crack and
betray his inner emotions.
"You are asking for rewards you have not yet
earned, Krauser.” Saddler laughed as he resumed lifting and bucking his
hips against Leon's buttocks, making the smaller man moan and writhe on
his perch. “Ask again when you have done something worthy to be awarded
time with my pet."
Taking that as dismissal, Jack beat a hasty
retreat before he did something to give himself away. Damn! Just how
had the situation deteriorated to this state?!
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Kennedy's been compromised."
As unpalatable as the situation was, Jack
still took some pleasure in seeing Ada Wong lose her cool over Leon. He
had heard from the man himself about the crush he had had on her when
they met on his first day as a cop in Raccoon City some six years
earlier. When Wesker introduced them, Jack couldn't stop himself from
being jealous and hostile of her despite the fact that his arranged,
forceful break up with Leon relinquished any right he had to feel
possessive of the younger man. Watching her now though, Jack couldn't
help but think she still had a soft spot for Leon. However he was also
well aware that she'd deny it till she was blue in the face if anyone
tried to confront her about it.
"And the sample?"
"Saddler's got it. He may have sniffed out our
game."
"Perfect. It seems Luis Sera's back in his
pocket too." Ada huffed in frustration as she pulled a hand through her
short hair. "Can we free Leon to finish his mission?"
Jack shook his head as he recalled the red
tinged blue eyes of the man in question. "Unlikely. Looks as if he's
been infected by a new Plagas. One that he can't fight."
Ada narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously.
"He's seen you."
A harsh laugh escaped Jack's lips before he
could hold it back. "Could say that. Got an eye full myself. Believe
me, he had a better attention span when I knew him than what he
displayed with Saddler screwing him."
The Asian American's eyes widened at his words
then narrowed slightly as she looked at him shrewdly. "Knew him *very*
well before you joined Wesker, did you?"
Jack growled at her, refusing to be baited.
"Just so we understand each other clearly, I don't trust you, nor does
Wesker. If you try to do anything clever I will kill you."
"Is that so? You know, I met Wesker long
before you." Jack was sure that she smiled at him in certain ways
knowing that it infuriated him.
"We'll see soon enough if you did."
"Yeah, we'll see."
"Heh."
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Been a long time, 'comrade'." Jack stayed
very still to hear the purr in his ear as the sharp point of a knife
lightly scratched his Adam's apple, while his knife arm was immobilised
just as they had been taught back in the training camp.
"Kennedy." Shit! This was his god damn
'office.' He had deliberately left documents scattered about the floor
and he hadn't heard so much as a crinkle of paper to warn of the other
man's approach. Whatever this Plagas was, there must have been an
assassin talent worked into it as well. Or… had Kennedy become that
good?
"Two years ago, they told me you died in a
helicopter crash." A moist tongue licked around and into Jack's ear,
sending his blood rushing to his groin. "Were you such a coward you
needed to fake your death to break up with me?"
"It wasn't like that." Jack protested
carefully, being very mindful of the knife tracing the contours of his
Adam's apple. "I swear--"
"Like you didn't turn traitor? Handing our
President's daughter to these people?" The knife bit into his skin
enough to draw a drop of blood. "Enlighten me, *Jack.* Give me one good
reason why I shouldn't kill you now and eliminate a traitor to the
American people."
"She's just a pawn in the game, Kennedy. I
needed her to buy Saddler's trust in me. Like you, I'm American."
"You got her involved, just for that?” Krauser
winced slightly at the volume of the growl in his ear. “And are you
really? An American?"
"Damn it, Leon. You know me!"
"'Knew,' Jack. I thought I knew you."
"And I know you enough to say you won't kill
me in cold blood."
Jack could feel the blood freeze in his body
to hear the soft laughter in his ear. "You're assuming the Plagas won't
override most of my personality."
"And which personality is in control right
now?" Jack's mind worked furiously, trying to work out what he could
say to have Leon move the knife away and let him go. "Saddler's fuck
toy… or the American Agent?"
"Either would have sufficient reasons to kill
you, Jack."
"Not if one believes I can arrange to get
Ashley Graham away safely." Jack told him earnestly. "We'd never let
the first daughter return to infect the President. My mission here was
to get the sample that Saddler developed."
It was the right thing to say. The knife moved
away from Jack's throat and his arm was released. He heard Leon take a
few steps back, allowing him to turn around to face the smaller man.
Jack tried not to show his appreciation too
openly to see Leon dressed in a pair of skin-tight, gold trimmed, red
leather pants. It was obvious to anyone who wanted to study the cling
of those pants that he wore no underwear under the red leather. Saddler
evidently wanted Leon to be easily accessible to him at all times.
Though Leon’s earlobes were pierced and adorned with gems, Saddler had
thankfully left his face untouched by makeup, attesting to the cult
leader’s sense in not trying to feminise or disguise Leon’s masculine
attractiveness.
Jack took in the richly jewelled collar that
graced Leon’s throat and registered the black knife holster that was
strapped framing his bare chest. Fingerless black gloves covered Leon’s
hands and soft, black, calf-high boots adorned his feet to finish off
the ensemble. As lovely as the entire package was though, it was truly
the richly bejewelled nipple rings, with glittering gold chains leading
from them to the jewel studded collar, which arrested Jack’s attention.
They were a good enough distraction that he initially didn’t register
the man speaking to him.
“Krauser!”
“Eh? Oh, sorry.” Jack gave him a lecherous
grin. “Can’t fault a man for looking?”
Leon glared at him while he slipped the knife
back into its holster. "The sample, heh? I've seen it. I could arrange
to get my hands on it."
Jack narrowed his eyes at Leon as he rubbed at
the nick on his throat. "You want something for it."
"You got that right." Leon lifted his chin as
he stared Jack in the eye. "I'll get it for you. But you'll have to
kill me to take it from me."
"The hell?!" Jack's eyes widened at the
proclamation.
"Limits, Krauser." Leon gritted as he clenched
his hands and shivered as if he was engaged in an internal battle. "The
Plagas won't let me betray Saddler."
The light went on in Jack's head. "But if I
*take* the sample from you."
"Catch on quick." A ghost of a smile crossed
Leon's lips. "Promise me, Jack. You're going to give me a promise,
which you'll not break this time, that you'll kill me when you take
that sample."
"Leo--"
"Promise me!" Leon waved a finger at his nose.
"What if we can get it out of you?!" Jack
grabbed the hand and brought it to his lips so that he could kiss
Leon's palm.
"It's already near full maturity. You *don't*
understand how much effort it's taking me, to make sure I don't go
running to Saddler right now to tell him everything we've just talked
about." Leon snarled at him as he snatched his hand away. "When you try
and get the sample from me, I'm going to attack you with full Plagas
backed strength and speed. There'll be *no* time for niceties,
Krauser!"
There was nothing else to say. Jack wondered
why he was protesting so much anyway. If Leon had not been captured and
infected, and had instead been continuing with his mission, Jack would
not have cared. He would have been hunting Leon down to ensure he
didn't lose Saddler's trust so that he could get his hands on the
sample.
"Your country would be proud of you, Leon."
Jack told him quietly.
"I'll only have a knife.” Leon warned him
softly as he turned away. “Saddler's not yet ready to trust me with a
gun, much less any of the armament I collected since my arrival."
"That doesn't mean it'll be a piece of cake to
take you down." Jack snorted, gratified to be able to draw a tiny smile
from the other man. "We've sparred before. And I'd bet you've improved
a whole lot since."
"Had to be the best for this post, didn't I?"
Leon told him bitterly before reaching for the door, not noticing that
Jack had been stealthily following and moving closer to intercept him.
He slammed the smaller man against the door
before Leon realised his intention, trapping him against the ornate
surface and his hard muscled body. "I knew you had it in you, comrade.”
Jack purred into his captive's ear. “And now that we've got that
squared away…”
Leon pushed against him, trying to slip free
of his encompassing trap and failing to as Jack moulded his body
against the smaller man's back. “Get off me, Krauser.”
The hiss of warning went unheeded as Jack
moved instead to fit his straining cock into the cleft of Leon's ass.
“Why should I? You must not know me as well as you thought you did if
you expected me to let you go without fucking your brains out.
*Especially* after the way you flaunted your body in front of me like
you did today."
“I'm warning you, Kra--“
“Are you really? And who's speaking here,
Baby?” He deliberately used the pet name he had once teased Leon with a
long time ago when they were lovers. “Is it Saddler's sex puppet
talking, or the real you? We could stop wasting time and get
reacquainted instead.”
“Reacquainted?! After you--” Jack chuckled
softly to himself to hear Leon snarling at him like an offended cat.
“You bastard! I can't believe I--“
“You cried for me?” Jack started nibbling
behind Leon's ear, knowing all the places he needed to reach to pull a
response out of the smaller man. He could feel Leon trembling against
him as he ruthlessly attacked what accessible erogenous spots he could
get at.
“Get--!”
“Do you want me to stop because your *master*
says you're his alone?” Jack breathed into Leon's ear as his hand
started to flick and play with one of his nipple rings. “Remember how
we used to duck into the equipment shed for a 3 minute fuck? Drive ol'
Kojack crazy 'cause he could smell the sex but could never catch us.”
Jack knew that he had Leon right where he
wanted him when the smaller man stopped struggling. “Saddler would kill
you.”
“Ooo, a jealous master…” Jack licked Leon
behind his ear and breathed on the wet spot he left behind, making the
man shiver in his arms. “Who says he has to know?
"You're already wet right now, aren't you? Got
his come leaking out of you to remind you of who you belong to.” Jack
could feel the heat of Leon's face as he blushed and growled to hear
him state the obvious.
“Who's going to be able to tell if you take an
extra load or two up your ass?” Jack thrust his hips against Leon's ass
a bit more urgently. “Whadda you say, Baby? For old time's sakes and
for you to thumb your nose at the asshole without him realising it?”
“Don't call me 'Baby'.” Leon snarled at him
from between gritted teeth.
That was Jack's cue for him to know that Leon
was receptive. He quickly pulled the smaller man away from the door and
turned his face towards him so that he could devour his lips. Jack's
hands working feverishly to peel the Leon out of his leather pants,
pushing the skin hugging fabric down slim hips and over pert buttocks
to expose the region he was interested in.
Jack didn't even bother unbuckling his pants.
He just unzipped to free his raging cock from its confines and plunged
in hard and fast, swallowing Leon's scream at his sudden entrance. From
the way the man was guiding his hands to play with his own cock and the
nipple rings though, Jack was confident that he hadn't hurt Leon with
the quick intrusion. His guess that Saddler's recent use had
sufficiently stretched and lubricated the man for him to take advantage
of it was right on the money.
Their first coupling was hard, fast and
animalistic with Jack carefully catching Leon's release in his hand,
and then making him lick it clean while he finished emptying his first
load into the smaller man’s ass. As soon as he was finished, Jack had
immediately lifted Leon off his feet and quickly carried him across the
room to deposit him on a desk that he'd hastily swept clean. Without
bothering to drag Leon's pants much further down his thighs, Jack
hooked Leon’s legs over a shoulder and rammed his cock back into the
inviting hole. This time Leon bit on the palm of his hand to muffle his
own scream.
Even as his hips hammered against Leon's
buttocks, Jack gently took his lover's hand to kiss and lick at the
bite mark Leon had left on the palm. Jack's other hand played
alternately with Leon's cock and the nipple rings, teasing and
tormenting his lover with his light touches until the man came again,
spluttering his seed over his chest and stomach. Jack was only too
happy to lean closer to lick it off, before he gave attention to his
own release and increased his hard driving pace to eventually shoot his
second load deep into his lover's ass.
If Leon thought they were done, Jack was quick
to correct him as he removed his boots and dragged the red leather
pants off his legs. “So?” The smaller man smirked as Jack dropped his
pants on the floor and worked on removing his own clothes. “You missed
me much?”
Jack's jaw hardened as he gripped Leon's
ankles to spread his legs and pushed his still hard cock into the warm,
wet clasp again. “Shut up.”
Leon gasped as Jack swiftly thrust in balls
deep. “Bastard.”
“And don't you forget it.” Then Jack blocked
anything else Leon might have said with the judicious use of his mouth
and tongue.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Jack stared at the red leather clad ass
regretfully as Leon leaned on the door, ready to leave. They had
managed four rounds before they were both all fucked out. However, it
wasn't near enough for Jack. He had had to force himself to refrain
from biting and marking Leon like he so wanted to do. After all, they
couldn't let Saddler discover a hickey he did not make. If Jack wanted
to have a repeat of this, he had to prove to Leon that he could be
discrete.
“Meet me tomorrow.” Jack demanded of him
softly. “Let me know how you make out.”
“Tomorrow…” Leon nodded without looking at
him.
“Morning, if you can make it.”
“Saddler will be on the mainland in the
morning.” Leon gave his agreement. “He's looking over defences in case
America sends in more agents.
“I'll see you at the rose corridor; There
shouldn't be very much traffic that way.”
Jack held back his smirk, wondering whether
Leon realised that his suggestion of a meeting place was near a guest
wing where there would be several convenient beds he could drag the
smaller man over to use. “I'll see you tomorrow then.”
Leon slipped out of the room without another
word, leaving Jack alone in the carnage of his 'office'. Jack took a
long, deep breath and let it out again, his sense of relief was almost
palpable. "You forgot, Leon. You didn't make me promise to kill you.
“And I'll find a way to get that fucking bug
out of you if I have to knock you down and drag you through half the
castle on your ass." He growled to himself. "I'm not letting that
asshole, Saddler, keep you. Not when you're mine!"
Jack ran a hand through his hair as he stared
at the mess surrounding him, wondering if he should bother picking it
up. If Leon was getting the sample for him, Jack didn't have to
waste anymore time staying in Saddler's good graces. He wondered if he
should, maybe, go rescue the president's daughter himself. Wouldn't
that be a laugh? Yeah, right. What a turn around? He'd have a fun time
trying to get the girl to trust him when he was the one to embroil her
in the tangle in the first place.
In any case, Jack knew he'd better touch base
with the bitch. Maybe she had some further developments up her alley
with Luis Sera. Maybe the researcher would know how to safely remove
the Plagas from Leon and the Graham girl. They certainly needed all the
help they could get and *fast*, if they wanted to get the Plagas out of
Kennedy before it matured.
~Owari~
Thanks for reading.
Still plotting, so there's more to come. Saddler's been begging the
muse let him get into more creative flower arrangements 0.o;;;
Cheers,
Jacque