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..Who.. : Leon and Mutou
..What.. : Going for Drinks and Corruption
..Where.. : Staff Room ; Bar . Mutou's house
..When.. : Afternoon into Evening
..Warnings.. : 100% Pure Grade A Smut Ahead. XXX

Mutou purses his lips, looking over the files spread on his desk then to the computer screen.  He smirks and shuts the machine off.  After the files are put away, he leaves his office, searching.  For anyone, really.  Hell, Sen and his constant 'please fuck me warden' self might have been given a chance.  He turns into the staff room, a sly grin curving his lips.  "Leon.  Just the man I was looking for."

Leon had once again retreated to the Staff room for his required break, sitting this time o one of the chairs, holding a bottle of coke i his hands. He nearly spit the drink when he saw who came through the door. He swallowed hard. He had acquiesced to one part of the uniform at least - the shirt, though the sleeves were cut off, leaving his arms bare. He looked at Mutou. "Wh ... why would you be looking for me?" he had a damn good idea

"Well I was just thinking..."  Mutou strolls further into the room, propping his hip against the table in front of Leon.  "There's a new bar in town and I kind of want to check it out.  I like to know about the businesses around the area.   Are you busy this evening?"

Leon gave a sigh of slight relief. It was just to go drink. Well, he thought about it. "No. . . I'm pretty free. A New bar? Huh ... hadn't heard about that. I guess I could go with you." maybe he'd run into something he liked. He nodded his head.

Mutou's eyes do that twinkle thing the evil guys get in the cartoons.  "Good.  I'll have a cab pick us up this afternoon."

Leon blinked "Okay ...." why did he suddenly feel nervous. Luckily he had a change of clothes in his locker.

Mutou leaves and by the magic of the rp gods, time fast forwards to the end of the cab ride.  Mutou pays the driver and steps out, still wearing his suit and tie.  "It looks like a nice place."

Leon had changed into a pair of light blue jeans and the classic white t-shirt. He looked like a regular, all-American, john smith, nobody. The only thing that set him apart was the leather bomber jacket he had over his shoulders. Leon examined the area, then nodded, "Yeah ... never been to this part of town before"

Mutou walks towards the door.  "It's a pretty good neighborhood."  He goes inside, holding the door open for Leon. 

Leon nodded and walked through the door. From the back one could see that the jeans were loose everywhere except on his backside, his pace measured as he stepped inside the bar, blinking to get adjusted to the lighting

It's just a regular, one floor bar with darts over there and a pool table over there and sofas with coffee tables over there and tables over there and lounge chairs over there.  Nothing fancy. Mutou heads over to the counter, looking over his shoulder at Leon as he slides into a barstool.  "What're you drinking?"

Leon now had a decision to make. Hard liquor, or stay with the lightweight beer. He thought for a moment. Oh what the hell. "blackjack on the rocks" he said finally. Might as well, he figured to himself

Mutou smirks to himself as he turns to the bartender, laying a card on the counter.  "Make that two and keep that for our tab."  The bartender nods and takes the card before setting about making the drinks.

Leon looked around, and finally settled into a seat at the bar. He looked around. At least it was a normal place. Once he got his drink he took a sip of it and waited for the initial burn to subside before swallowing.



 Mutou  swirls his drink a little, letting the ice melt some before sipping the beverage. 

What did Leon have to say to this man? To what Leon saw, they had nothing in common. The thought of what happened the last time he had spoke to this man made his cheeks flush for a moment, hidden by a quick gulp of his drink. maybe too big of one. He was starting to warm up quick. When was the last time he had drank?

There isn't much to say, really.  They spend the evening drinking and people watching, making comments to each other about that girl's skirt being beautifully short or that one's top being deliciously low.  After more than a few, Mutou leans into Leon, sliding a hand up his thigh.  "What do you feel like doing now?  It's getting boring here."

it was obvious that Leon was more than a little bit tipsy. He was swaying a little, and had a slightly amused grin on his face" I ... I have n.... no idea ... but yeah ... this place is fucken' boring now ..." that hand on his thigh ... it felt kind of good. He closed his eyes and bit his lip at the sensation.

Mutou slides his hand up further, but not quite -there-, and brushes his lips to Leon's ear.  "I have a library of movies at my place, if you're interested."

Those whispered breaths sent a chill up his spine. Movies? That sounded good ... yeah ... though that hand on his leg felt better. He nodded a little, "Y ... yeah ... yeah that could be fun. Sure, why not?" he said simply, bobbling his head in ascension.

"Good."  Mutou turns to the bartender to sign his slip and take his card back then slips off the chair.  "Come on, then."  He slides a hand over the small of Leon's back, letting it drop as he heads to the door.

Leon's mind couldn't put two and two together due to the alcohol, but it seemed to be alright in his mind. He kind of like the attention. He stumbled a little, but seemed lucid enough to walk around, his eyes squinted a little. It was still weird, just not as appalling to his intoxicated mind anymore.

Mutou hails them a cab and gives the directions to his place.  Leaning back in the seat, he looks over at Leon and slides his hand on that thigh again.  "It's a twenty minute ride.  Not gonna fall asleep on  me are ya?"

The thigh on his hand was making him squirm a little, making him adjust his jeans. "Naw ... I'll stay awake ... " he said with a smile, relaxing on the cab seat. "I'm sure you can keep me awake" he added, playfully.

"Possibly."  Mutou glances to the cabbie, who is totally watching them b/c he's a perv, then looks back at Leon.  "Did you have something in mind?"  He slides a finger along the zipper of Leon's pants, putting only slight pressure on it.

Leon groaned slightly, biting his lip again, "That's kinda sensitive tehre" Was he already starting to get turned on or was that the effect of the liquor? Leon turned his head slightly, his eyes glassy.

"Oh?"  Mutou snaps the jeans open and slowly slides the zipper down.  "I hadn't noticed."

Leon sucked in a breath, looking down for a moment, as if confused. He kind of looked like a lost puppy, "What are you ... doing ...." he said slightly, turning his head kilter to look at the other man.

Mutou raises a brow as he slips his hand into the open jeans, palming the length inside.  "You don't know?"  He gently strokes over the man's undergarment of choice.

Leon groaned again, feeling those - default cotton boxer shorts tightening on him, as he blinked, "God ..." he said slightly, as he started to get more aroused by everything, "You ... shouldn't be ... doing that" he said with a slight pant.

Mutou chuckles as he moves the cotton down to stroke the exposed muscle.  "Your body doesn't think so."  He lowers in the seat, replacing his hand with his tongue for a long lick up the erection.

Leon gave a full moan, his hand digging into the cab's seat, making his eyes roll as his body stiffened, for a moment. The idea of red flags going off saying 'WRONG!' was far away. That felt good ... damn it. He wasn't going to stop him now ...

Mutou circles his tongue around the tip, teasing in the slit a moment before sliding the other man deep into his throat.  He swallows, constricting around his mouthful, and pulls up, only to go back down again.

Leon shut his eyes tight, and moaned, arching his back a bit, his hands digging into the chair more. How long had it been ... had he ever even? ... he couldn't remember. He gasped, and his hand somehow made it to the back of Mutou's head, stroking through his hair, his breathing was hard.

Mutou pets Leon's thigh as he continues the honoring, pulling his lips away without letting the other man release moments before the cab stops in front of his house.  Leon is tucked away and zipped up before the warden pays their fare and gestures for Leon to get out.

Leon gave a tortured groan but nodded, nearly stumbling out of the cab, looking around, trying to get his bearings. His groin throbbed hard, making it near impossible for him to think correctly.

Mutou steps out of the cab and leads Leon to the front door.  Once inside, he directs the other man to the cozy looking living room.  "Movies are in the cabinet.  Pick one to your taste."  He goes to the kitchen, pouring them each a glass of ice water with a hint of strawberry in it then goes back to the living room.

Leon walked slowly to the cabinet, looking through it, and tilting his head to the side. He hadn't seen many movies, as he hunted through the titles. There didn't seem to be a whole lot of movies his taste. he picked up one that had a bunch of fight scenes on the back, not bothering to look at the title. It had some blonde man on the cover, He stood back up, looking at it, flipping it around in his hands.

Mutou comes back into the living room with the glasses and sets them on the coffee table.  "Pick one?"  He flips on the tv and gets everything ready, taking the DVD from Leon -without looking at it- and pops it into the player. 

"Its the only one I saw that looked kind of interesting" he said simply, moving to sit down, stumbling a bit from the liquor, but otherwise lucid.

"It's fine."  Mutou moves over to the sofa and sits beside Leon.  Right beside him.  The lights are shut off with a press of a button on a remote and the movie starts.  Who wants to watch a movie anyway?  Before the opening credits, Mutou already has his hand on Leon's thigh.

Leon groaned again as he felt that hand on his thigh, closing his eyes for a moment, as he bit his lip, glancing at the other man. Why was he tormenting him like this.

Mutou looks over at Leon from the corner of his eye with a smirk.  "Liked the cab ride, did you?"

Leon looked at him, "I shouldn't have ... but ... I did ..." he said, admitting it to himself, as he looked at the other man.

Mutou slides his hand further up that thigh, pausing before he touched anything 'important'.  "Why do you say you shouldn't have?  It felt good.  You obviously enjoyed yourself."  He lets his pinky reach out for a light touch of the important part previously denied.  "Your body seems to be okay with it."

Leon groaned a bit more, taking a deep breath. "one ... you're a guy .... two ... you're my boss " he said finally, and tilted his head back. "three we were in a cab ... the three kind of make for one hell of a rumor mill" he said finally.

Leon walked slowly to the cabinet, looking through it, and tilting his head to the side. He hadn't seen many movies, as he hunted through the titles. There didn't seem to be a whole lot of movies his taste. he picked up one that had a bunch of fight scenes on the back, not bothering to look at the title. It had some blonde man on the cover, He stood back up, looking at it, flipping it around in his hands.


"Nothing will change."  Mutou leans forward to press his lips to that exposed neck.

"Which begs the question ... why me then?" he said with a bit of a moan, "Do you do this with all your new recruits?" he asked curiously, his hand moving to tangle in the other's hair.

"Because I want to and no."  Mutou slips a thigh over Leon's lap, straddling him deliciously as he nibbles and licks a trail over the other man's throat.

Leon groaned a bit more, shutting his eyes tight, letting his hands run down nervously along the other man's back. he was slightly nervous, but he hadn't pulled away yet. a sheen of sweat covered his brow, as he spread his legs a bit apart.

Keeping his knees on either side of Leon's thighs, Mutou shifts his hips against the other's as he slides his hands up to Leon's cheeks.  Tilting his head just so, he dares a kiss, deepening it when it's not broken.

Leon was surprised by the kiss, but didn't pull away, instead, letting it deepen, tilting his head slightly. To say the poor man was starved for attention like this would have been a gross understatement.

Mutou moves just enough to get his pants off then goes back to his comfortable straddle.  Nude from the waist down, he continues the kiss, skillfully holding on to it as he tugs on Leon's jeans.

Leon didn't realize until he felt his hands being pulled down what was happening, and tensed slightly.

Mutou whispers soft, hushing words into Leon's ear as he lifts  one of the other's hands to his mouth to suck on them a bit.  Once coated, he lowers that hand to his own rear, whispering to Leon again.  "Push..."

Leon's mind tried to come up with a conscious reason for him to pull back and say no, but, the alcohol making it impossible to find any, he did as he was told, though he somehow knew he would probably remember this in the morning, he probed slowly, gently at the command of the other man, his eyes still shut.

The lips by Leon's ear part with a hitched breath.  Mutou slips a hand around Leon's cock, gently stroking in time with the probes in his backside.  "Add another," he breathes out, licking around the outer rim of his ear.

Leon shuddered at his hot breath, and added another finger, moving slowly, letting his mind shut down for the time being. no sense rationalizing this now. He laid his head back, groaning softly.

Mutou pants softly as he rocks against those fingers, shifting his hand to stroke them both at the same time.  "One more," he groans, crushing his lips to Leon's.

Leon groaned a little, and did as told, his own breath starting to get heavy, his head was getting cloudy and light, the drone of the TV behind them buffering their groans.

Mutou moans, thrusting between his hand and those fingers.  He breaks the kiss to study Leon's face.  Deciding he's ready, he reaches to gently take a hold of Leon's wrist.  The fingers are pulled free as he shifts his hips to impale himself down on Leon's manliness with a cry of pleasure.

Leon finally gave a loud moan, sucking in a breath. He didn't even know what to think, he just felt ... heat. He gasped, his hands gripping against the man's back, eyes rolling in his head for a moment.

Mutou pants softly, settling down and giving himself a moment to adjust his body.  "How's it feel?" he whispers in Leon's ear with a slight shift of his hips.  "Do you want more?"

Leon's mind was definitely foggy now, as he groaned and sucked in a hard breath. His mind was so dulled he looked at Mutou for a long moment before moaning. "Yes ... " he shook his head to clear it, staring at the other man.

Mutou slips his arms around the other man's neck, crushing their lips together in a heated kiss while he slowly moves up and down on that length.

Leon moaned into his mouth, putting his hands at the man's lower back, pressing his fingers in, breathing hard at the sensation. It was so different.

Mutou leans his head back, breaking the kiss with a moan.  Leaning forward again to breathe into Leon's ear.  "Fuck me..." he commands.

Hearing the command he started to thrust his hips up, his hands pressing harder at his back, shivering slightly, sweat starting to bead on his brow.

Mutou cries out, leaning back as he meets each one of those thrusts.  He wraps a hand around himself, stroking as his prostate is hit.  "I'm nearly..."

Leon started to thrust harder, pumping his hips up, rolling his head back as he arched his back into it, making his legs tense as she used all his force, groaning louder as he pushed Mutou down.

Mutou's body tenses over the length inside him as he releases over their still clothed stomachs.  He slumps over Leon, shuddering as the other man continues to thrust inside him.

Leon gave a few more thrusts before moaning out loudly, feeling himself release in the other man, making his body tense up hard, before collapsing back, shutting his eyes for a moment. "Fuuuuck" he groaned.

Mutou chuckles against Leon's shoulder.  "I believe we just did..."

Leon opened an eye, "Thank you Captain Obvious." he said with a dry laugh, laying his head back.  He looked down at his shirt, and laughed, before laying his head back again. "Glad I don't have to go straight back to work, Boss" he said with a playful grin.

Mutou's eyes glisten darkly.  "I asked you out after work for a reason."

"I realize ..." he smirked, and looked at the other man, as he ran a hand through his sweaty hair.

Mutou gives Leon a squeeze inside.  "You're so much more relaxed now."

"Well I figured ... there's not much more you could see that would shock you so ... I guessed I would relax" he said slightly, tilting his head back to rest for a minute, feeling his shaft twitch a bit.

"Good."  Mutou gives Leon another squeeze.  "Are you hungry?"

Leon nodded, still pretty out of it due to the liquor, "Yeah ... stared ... and in need of a shower" he added with a laugh, looking down at himself.

Mutou gently pulls himself from Leon's lap and stands, his shirt just barely covering his naughty bits.  "Shower is upstairs, third door on your left.  I'll go heat something up."

Leon nodded, and stood up, pulling his pants up without zipping them up, starting up towards the stairs.

Mutou goes to the kitchen to throw some stuff in the oven then heads upstairs to see about Leon in the shower.

Leon had stripped his clothes off and turned on the shower, letting it steam up, before stepping into it, grinning at the hot water hitting his skin, ducking his head under it and letting it roll along his neck. he stretched, and relaxed, the water sobering him up a bit.

Mutou strips the rest of his clothes before stepping into the shower behind Leon.  He slides his hands up the man's strong back, admiring the muscles.

Leon gave a gasp as the other man stepped into the shower with him, turning his head slightly, his slightly long hair covering his eyes, making him push it out of his way. Leon had a physique that spoke of months of military style training, perhaps working in the wild. He had numerous scars over his body, including a really deep one along his side that looked extremely jagged. His back was a maze of burn scars, lashes, bite marks and various sized wounds. They were pale strokes on an otherwise tanned frame.

Mutou keeps his hands on his work, gently massaging up Leon's back.  "How long has it been since you were with anyone?"

Leon thought for a moment, "Well ... hmm ... I had a girlfriend when I was in Britain but that was .... four years ago?" he said after a moment, "Between Raccoon City and Spain ... I've had a lot of work pushing me around. Not to mention chasing someone around"

"No sex?"

"None ... no time really. Kind of hard to get turned on when you're worried about getting your head cut off"

Mutou moves closer, reaching around to stroke long fingers over Leon's length.  "And now?"

"Well I can't say I haven’t now" he laughed a little, biting his bottom lip as his length started to harden again.

"Are you enjoying yourself then?"  Mutou falls to his knees, stroking still as he kisses his way over Leon's ass and thighs to his hips.

Leon groaned again, "Mmm .. .yeah ..." he said with a smirk.

Mutou slips around Leon, staying on his knees as he takes that erection into his mouth.  He teases the head with his tongue a bit before easing it down his throat.

Leon moaned, bracing himself on the shower wall, shutting his eyes. "Damn ... you're good at that" he added after a moment, his other hand falling to Mutou's neck.

Mutou closes his eyes, knowing he's good without being told.  He nuzzles into the curls at Leon's base. swallowing to constrict his throat over the muscle.

Leon moaned louder, tilting his head back, "Dear god ...." he gasped, licking his lips.

Mutou slips a hand up Leon's thigh to roll his balls around in his palm as he continues to honor the other man.

Leon could barely keep on his feet, looking down at the other man, panting softly. he rubbed his hand through the man's hair, trying to keep from thrusting his hips.

Mutou groans onto the muscle, bobbing slowly as he hollows his cheeks with suction.

Leon gasped louder, panting harder, his hand shaking, "God ... I'm gonna ...." he tried to restrain himself.

Mutou takes a hold of Leon's hips, nuzzling into those curls again to massage the other's head with the back of his throat.  He waits, patiently, for him to finish.

Leon gasped out loud, nearly crumpling in half as he spilled his seed down the other's throat, panting heavy, feeling his knees nearly buckle.

Mutou swallows all he's given, easing Leon to a sit on the tub's floor.  He pulls his head back with a lick of his lips.  "Delicious."

Leon stared down at him, blinking at the other man. He had no words ... He felt himself sit down, letting his back land against the wall, light headed beyond belief. "Woah ....." he said with a mix of awe, and a bit of realization that he wasn't really dreaming and that, yes, he had been doing all these things. sobering up could be weird. he shook his head to clear it, then stared at the other man.

Mutou brushes the wet hair clinging to Leon's face as he settles between those thighs.  "I think... you should just stay the night."  He grins, knowing neither one of them will be on time for work in the morning.