Write thread jack Leon req

Jack sat back in the darkened corner, sneering towards the front of the bar. He'd come to drink himself unconscious so maybe he could get a half decent night's sleep for a change. Of course, his luck being what it was, who walks in halfway to his goal than that fucking government lapdog, Leon Kennedy. His sneer widened. Fucking Leon. Looking effortlessly casual like always, typical good guy charm. It made Jack to spit.

'Look at him,' he thought, downing his shot of whiskey and refilling the small glass sloppily. 'Jeans and that fucking tight t-shirt. What kind of place does that idiot think this is, anyway? Little faggot is practically begging for it...'

He watched as Leon leaned casually on the bar, hip cocked and one elbow supporting his weight in a relaxed lean. Leon motioned for the bartender and young man working that night practically tripped over his own feet trying to get there fast enough. Jack grunted and rolled his eyes. Whole damn world was crawling with that type, it seemed. Men with no self-respect, offering up with ass to anyone willing to take it. It was disgusting.

He looked away, determined to finish up his bottle and get the hell back to his hotel room. Leon could spread his little faggot ass all over for all he cared. All he wanted was sleep. Just sleep.

He downed the shot glass and held it, staring at it to keep himself from looking up. He wasn't worried about being spotted. There was no way Leon could spot him in that darkened corner, even if he'd been looking Jack's way. Nope, as long as he just finished the bottle and slipped out quietly, there wouldn't have to be any interaction.

Over the noise of the room, a familiar laugh made Jack look up again. Someone had joined Leon. Someone Jack didn't recognize. Tall, muscular, dark hair. He and Leon seemed quite comfortable with one another. Jack frowned and refilled his glass. 'Good. Make it easier to get outta here...'

He'd had enough. Only a few more shots remained in the bottle and he was ready to be gone five minutes ago. He wasn't going to spend his last few minutes of consciousness watching...

He stopped pouring, still holding the bottle tilted slightly above the glass, staring incredulously. The man that had joined Leon had unashamedly reached over, sliding his hand down between Leon's thighs. Mostly hidden by the edge of the bar, neither man reacted as the hand inched slowly upwards.

'Fucking disgusting gay fuckers,' Jack complained silently, his face contorted in disgust, despite the fact that he wasn't looking away. The mystery man cupped Leon boldly and even from the distance, Jack could see his hand kneading and running.

Angry at the stirring in his own body, he swallowed the rest of whiskey in three deep pulls, then stood and made to walk away. It wasn't until he saw the ground rushing to meet him that he realized he had severely underestimated just how drunk he really was. He never even felt himself hit the ground.

What felt like only seconds later, a high-pitched whine pierced the darkness and Jack groaned as he tried to open his eyes. The light felt like needles and that sound made his entire head vibrate.

"Finally awake?"

Not only was the voice entirely too loud, it was completely unwelcomed. Keeping one eye closed, Jack forces himself to open the other just enough to make out the blurry image of Leon standing at his knees. Jack realized he was lying in a bad, but not the one at his hotel. He tried to sit up.

"Hey, hey, relax. Off duty, alright? We're not enemies right now."  At least Leon was keeping his voice down.

"What..." Jack croaked and his dry throat cut off the rest of his words.

"You passed out at the bar. Hit your head pretty hard on the way down. Heard you'd been there a good, long time. I've been there. So I brought you back to the safe house... Well, it won't be a safe house much longer, I guess."

Jack didn't need functioning vision to know the sarcastic little smirk that was tugging at Leon's mouth. Clearing his throat, he sat up, ignoring the way his head pounded in protest. "You're an idiot," he growled, his voice even more rough than usual. "Always playing the hero. I'm going back and I'm reporting this place and your location. I'm-" Jack cut off abruptly, pressing his fist to his mouth and swallowing the bile attempting to rise in his throat.

"You're hung over like teenager on his first bender," Leon finished for him and Jack's rage boiled at the humor in the other man's voice. "Look, you wanna report this place, go ahead. But you're not going anywhere tonight. Sleep it off. Reoort me tomorrow. I'm not trying anything. Just doing a favor for a decent solider." Leon held his hands, palms exposed in a typical gesture of innocence. "No agenda."

Jack wanted to argue. He wanted to stand up and pull his knife on Leon, threaten to slice him into ribbons if he ever dared bring his little pansy ass near him again. But his body was having no part.

Giving in, he laid back down and closed his eyes against the painful light. "I don't owe you anything," he warned. "And this doesn't make us even. When I wake up..."

"Yeah,yeah, rematch," Leon interrupted, sounding bored. Jack heard a soft thump. "There's a bottle of water next to you. And some aspirin."

Jack didn't respond and he just barely heard the click of the lights turning off before falling into a deep sleep.

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Jack awoke to deep feeling of shame. Not only had he been weak, he'd allowed Leon Mother Fucking Kennedy to nurse him like some wounded child. Nothing good ever happened when he drank... He only resorted to it when he felt he had to and he should have known better than to do it anywhere but in private.

Nevertheless, his hangover was gone. He'd taken the aspirin and downed the bottle of water at some point. A good long pee and a sweaty sleep hand flushed almost all of the alcohol from his system. He sat up, quickly taking in his surroundings. A small bedroom, almost completely devoid of decoration or any sense of ownership. He remembered Leon mentioning a safe house. Jack headed for the door, ready to get the fuck out of here. Out of the entire country. His shame prevented him from following through with his threat of exposing the safe house's location.

He almost plowed into Leon in the tiny hallway. "Move," he demanded.

Leon smirked, tilting his head slightly. "Morning to you too."

Jack's lip curled. He couldn't help but notice Leon's scruffy beard shadow and his mind immediately provided him with the phantom feel of it scraping down his throat. His hands curled into fists. He was so angry he was shaking. "Get your pitiful little faggy ass out of my way, Leon, or I promise you I will snap your fucking neck right here."

Leon's smirk did not falter in the face of his rage. "You'd have to catch me first," he countered and Jack's cock hardened at the thrill of Leon's gall. He wasn't even a little afraid. Despite the fact that Jack was a hulking monster next to him, that he could end the smaller man in one blow, that in this small area there was no way his speed could help him, Leon faced him down.

Refusing ng to let any of it show, Jack grabbed Leon by his throat and, just as he'd predicted, Leon's speed was not enough to allow him to squirm away in time. Jack growled as he squeezed and shoved Leon hard against the wall. There was barely enough room for them to stand this way and coupled with Jack's larger size, Leon could do nothing to free himself.

Jack could feel Leon's throat flex as he gasped in what little air the chokehold would allow. Leon squirmed helplessly. It was the best sight Jack had seen in a while. He could do whatever he wanted. He could choke the life out of little Mr. Lapdog's body. Or he could slam his head into the wall until he broke through it. Or he could turn Leon, press him in place and fuck that little smirk off his face. See if Leon could make his little wisecracks as Jack fucked him harder than he'd ever taken it before. See how long it took him to scream, to start fucking back, begging for more even as Jack nearly ripped him in half...

Jack abruptly released Leon. His own breathing was louder than the other man's desperate coughing. "This makes us even, little man," he growled, adding the insult in to keep attention off the raging hard on that was bulging uncomfortably against his zipper. He didn't wait for Leon to recover. He bolted, returning to his own hotel in what must have been record speeds.

Safely inside his room, he locked the door and leaned back against it. He roughly shoved his pants down to his thighs and grabbed his still hard cock. It only took a few strokes to make him cum, the mental image of Leon fucked open throwing him over the edge with a strangled groan. He slid down to a sitting position, stoking lazily to milk himself dry. He had to get out of his country.