“Pay attention, rookie!” Krauser snapped, waving his hand in front of Leon’s face. Harsh, but in truth, Leon had been drifting off, just a little. The day was warm and the training yard was a sun trap, and all he felt like doing was stretching out and having a well-earned nap.
But no, of course he was stuck here for the rest of the day, doomed to sweat through his pants yet again for Major Krauser. He would swear that the man took delight in forcing his rookies through the most gruelling training regime he could think up - much worse than any of the training Leon’d been through before Raccoon. Then again, he should’ve figured special ops would be more demanding, and Major Krauser had standards to uphold.
Standards his ass.
Or rather, Major Krauser’s ass… which was distracting every time he bent for a new arrow from the large bucket between them, his ratty tank riding up enough that Leon got a flash of sweat-damp skin for what felt like the fifth time already. Not that Leon was complaining.
“Yes sir,” he murmured, watching as Krauser straightened up, the muscles in his back and shoulders rippling as he drew back the bowstring to its maximum.
The arrow flew true, as all the others had, and buried itself directly in the centre of the target, some five hundred yards away. Leon squinted against the sun, eyes snapping to the bucket of arrows as Krauser turned round, bow at ease.
“Your turn.” Krauser jerked his head in the direction of the bow, then held it out to Leon. “Let’s see how well you can draw, rookie.”
“I can draw just fine.” Leon took the bow, tamping down a brief jolt of surprise at the lightness of the thing. It was all sleek military lines and he would have sworn it would be as heavy as it looked, but it must have been made of some light as hell metals.
“We’ll see about that.” Krauser stood off to one side, folded his arms across his broad chest and looked at Leon down his nose. “Show me.”
Testing the bow’s weight, Leon hefted it for a moment, then bent and plucked an arrow from the bucket. It settled across his fingers, a slender weight as he straightened, mimicking Krauser’s motions, until the bowstring was as taut as he could pull it.
A snort. “You’re not gonna hit jack shit like that.” Krauser tilted his head, then smirked as Leon shot him a sidelong glare. “Okay, smartass. Let it fly, see how right I am.”
The arrow flew, and even with his limited knowledge of archery, Leon knew it would fall short - but a hundred yards short? Fuck.
“Yeah yeah, you told me so, I know.”
Krauser smirked. “Again. You should know better than the other rookies, heat or not you gotta be better than that.”
Leon groaned, but bent and plucked another arrow, setting it to string and pulling on the damn thing as hard as he could. He felt his arm start to tremble, forced it down to get another few inches out of the draw, then let the arrow fly. Even before it landed he knew he’d fucked it again, squeezed his eye shut while sighting out of old, not quite replaced habit. But even without all that, how the fuck was anyone supposed to work that damn bow?
He lowered the thing and wiped his free hand across his brow. “I’m gonna blame the heat.”
“Right. The heat.” The Major came closer, hustling into Leon’s space. “Your posture is dogshit, don’t think it’s the heat doing that. Get that arm up again, rookie.”
Leon sighed, but obeyed. Hard not to, when your superior officer is basically breathing down your neck.
Krauser set himself behind and to Leon’s left, and Leon realised with a start that he was almost close enough for him to feel the heat of his body up close and personal.
He swallowed hard, and set his sight on the bow in his hand, tried not to jump out of his skin as Krauser’s hand settled on his wrist, hard calloused fingers gripping him without mercy.
“Up,” Krauser said, close enough that he was basically growling into Leon’s ear. “Back slightly curved, arm straight.”
Leon couldn’t help but obey, feeling his shoulder blade press against Krauser’s broad chest.
“That’s it.” Krauser’s other hand came round and Leon realised he’d brought another arrow with him. He took it with a slight tremor in his fingers, fitted it to the bow, and nearly swore as the Major’s hand slid down to his right elbow.
Krauser moved him roughly, without finesse but with confidence, and Leon felt the burn in his shoulders as they pulled the string together, the Major’s strength bolstering his own until he could feel the tension of the bow, whip-tight.
“Good,” Krauser murmured, and Leon exhaled shakily as that gravelly praise sent blood flowing directly downwards.
“Now breathe, rookie, that’s it. Out, nice and deep, then in. Take your sight, mark your target.” Krauser’s hips shifted against Leon, breath hot in his ear. “Exhale and release, nice and slow, just like squeezing a trigger.”
The arrow flew and hit. Not in the head, like the Major’s had, but it was a hit nonetheless.
“Good.” Krauser’s voice had a hint of warmth, and Leon could almost sense the tiniest bit of a smile on his face. Not that he ever let the rookies see that smile often, but there was a certain twitch at the corner of his mouth, a slight crinkle to his eyes that was enough of a tell for Leon to notice it, to feel a flush of pleasure at the praise.
He shifted his hips, but Krauser’s hold on him was relentless, holding him in position until Leon’s muscles burned even more.
“You know I’m still not gonna be able to draw this thing all the way on my own, right?” Putting his foot in it, as always. Smart.
Krauser chuckled. “Yeah, I know.”
“Oh, so you’re showing off, is that it?”
“You’ll get there eventually, rookie. It’s all in the shoulders.” Krauser stepped away from Leon and slapped him on the shoulder, nearly sending him flying.
“Yeah, well not all of us are built like a brick shithouse like you, Major.” Leon lowered the bow and turned to face him. “How about we do something I’m actually good at.”
“Oh, so you can soothe your little ego?” Krauser snorted. “Wanna feel better about not being man enough, that it?”
“Man enough to draw that fucking thing all the way? Major, no offence, but I don’t think anyone here’s ever gonna be able to do that.” Leon shoved the bow against Krauser’s chest, holding it there as he felt blood fizzing in his veins. His back felt cold, now, without the press of Krauser’s broad chest, and it was making him bold - bolder than he’d ever think about being, normally, especially to his superior officer.
With a swift movement, Krauser’s hand wrapped around his wrist once more, hauling him in close. Their heights weren’t too different, but somehow Krauser still managed to look down his nose at him, eyes searching and a nasty little grin on his face.
“If we only ever did training on things you were good at, rookie, then you’d never improve now, would you.”
Leon’s eyes drifted to his lips then back up to his stony grey eyes. “Guess you got a point there.”
“But if you want to get up close and personal, you just gotta ask.” Krauser’s hand went to his hip where his knife was sheathed, close to his skin.
Leon’s own was at the small of his back, nestled warm in its sheath, and he pulled it out with a slow smile. “I’ll remember that, Major.”
The wicked edge of Krauser’s knife gleamed in the sun, then flashed as he pounced.
For all his size, Krauser was fast. Fast enough it shocked Leon every time, and he only just managed to get his own blade up in time to parry. It was a weak one, though, and he felt the force of the blow reverberate through his elbow as he took a step back.
He slid into a fighter’s crouch, still conscious where his hands and legs were even after god knows how many sessions of form, just in time for Krauser to swing again, but lower this time.
Leon danced backwards, but caught his footing in time to lunge back in a riposte, clashing his own blade with the longer edge of Krauser’s, their forearms smacking together hard.
The impact shuddered through Leon’s body, and as if on autopilot, that instinctual part of his brain activated - remembering Raccoon, remembering countless shambling terrors, how their inhuman strength felt battering against his feeble defences, relentless and relentless and relentless - he bared his teeth and lashed out, using his free hand to grab Krauser’s thick wrist, tug him off balance just enough that his knife could slip down and under that solid defence.
He smelled the blood before he even realised he’d drawn it: knife blade at Krauser’s hip, right where bone met flesh. His tank had ridden up with their movement, and Leon’s eyes were drawn to that scalding line of red welling up against the wicked silver of his knife.
“First blood,” Krauser said, a hitch in his throat that Leon thought he’d never heard before.
“Yeah,” he breathed. “First blood to the rookie.” He looked up at the Major under his lashes and smirked.
“Best of three.” Krauser’s wrist slipped out of Leon’s and dipped low, and the next thing he knew there was a bloodied thumb against his bottom lip, smearing it down to his chin.
His tongue slipped out to chase Krauser’s thumb, but all he got was the taste of blood, iron and tart against his tongue. His mouth watered, then a flash of light as Krauser’s knife moved, tossed rapidly from one hand to the other and sliding across Leon’s upper arm as easy as that.
Leon stumbled backwards from the shock of it, eyes wide.
“Distraction, rookie. It’s lethal.”
And fuck, didn’t he know it. Leon pressed a thumb to the wound, shallow enough that it bled from the barest pressure. The sting of it brought him back into the present, away from pitch black headquarters and driving rain and the seemingly endless tread of heavy footsteps.
“Yeah yeah, second blood to you, Major.” Leon eyed Krauser as he swayed, like a mongoose hypnotising its prey. He brought his knife up and flipped it so the blade pointed down his arm, circling, circling, always circling. He’d learned enough from real life fucking zombies trying to kill him to never take his eyes off his target, no matter how distractingly hot they were.
“So what do I get if I win?” Leon shot Krauser one of his patented shit-eating grins, dragging out his tongue to taste the blood on his lip once more. It was all about the distraction, after all.
He danced backwards as Krauser darted in, caught the flashing knife on the edge of his own, the weight and strength of his arm behind the parry giving him the impetus to spin, lashing out with one booted foot then following it with a slash which Krauser managed to dodge.
“You gotta win first.” The Major got in close again, up and into Leon’s personal space as he bulled forward, crashing them both against the sturdy chain-link fence of the training yard. Leon ducked as Krauser swung for his head, then put all of his power into a shoulder tackle at waist height, pushing upwards and outwards with one boot shoving against the fence for more leverage.
They went toppling over, Krauser landing on his back with a heavy huff of breath as Leon pressed down on his chest, hard.
Leon whipped up his knife just as Krauser did, both blades pressing against both necks. “How about a stalemate?” he breathed, barely daring to swallow against the naked blade at his throat.
“Blood’s yours rookie, if you’ve got the balls to take it.” Krauser’s voice was rough
Leon’s eyes widened, and before his brain could catch up with what a monumentally bad idea this probably was, he twitched his knife upwards and traced another wicked line of red across the length of Krauser’s gorgeous jawline.
Krauser hissed and inhaled, hard, and Leon felt the jerk of his hips beneath him.
“Oh, I got the balls.” Leon’s voice was as rough as Krauser’s, and he felt the blood rush to his cock.
The knife at his throat slid downwards to tap at his collarbone, exposed by the mess of his t-shirt collar, then another flash of stinging, blinding pain as the knife bit into flesh, parting the skin like a ripe peach.
The scent of blood filled his nose, and he bent his head to lick at Krauser’s jaw, pressing against the wound he’d left behind until he drew more blood, hot and iron into his mouth.
He ground down against the unyielding firmness of the packer he knew Krauser was wearing, the pressure sending sparks of pleasure up his spine.
“You gonna put that thing to some use, rookie, or do I have to force you at knifepoint?”
“Oh, this thing?” Leon tilted his knife so it caught the light, then ground down again with his hips even as he brought the blade down to make a mirrored mark in Krauser’s collarbone. He hissed as Krauser pushed his thumb into the wound, dragging blood up to his lips once more.
This time, he bit down on Krauser’s thumb, holding it there as he licked his own blood from it, felt the callouses of hard training and years of archery.
“Gonna need to do better than that,” Krauser growled, “before I lose my patience.”
Leon bit down harder on Krauser’s thumb for a moment then let it go and turned his attention back to exactly where his knife was going. He pushed himself up with his free hand, using Krauser’s chest as leverage until he was straddling him.
He tossed his knife up and caught it, tapping his finger on the hilt as he contemplated that whole expanse of broad chest laid out beneath him.
“Do you always play with your food? Get on with it, rookie,” Krauser hissed, “before I go and lose my fucking hard-on.”
Without bothering to reply, Leon yanked down the neck of Krauser’s tank and balanced the point of his knife right at the hollow of his throat with just enough pressure to draw a pinprick of blood. With a tilt of his head, he watched as he drew the knife downwards, taking a detour to cut through the fabric which split beneath the keenness of his blade like paper.
Blood bloomed in its wake until he reached Krauser’s pec, where he paused for a second to catch his breath. He ground his hips down against Krauser again, and the friction made him gasp, his cock straining and hard in his previously loose joggers.
Krauser’s hand slipped round and grabbed onto Leon’s ass, digging his blunt fingernails in as his knife slid in, parting the flesh at Leon’s hip lovingly.
Leon’s chin dropped to his chest and he couldn’t stop the moan that fell from his lips, grinding down against Krauser even harder as the pain sent sparks of pleasure straight to his cock.
In a haze of lust and pain, he brought his knife to bear, sinking the point into the round, ripe flesh of Krauser’s pec. He twisted it, slow and steady, then dragged it down til it met the old scar at the base.
The second that blade met scar, Krauser arched beneath Leon, fingers digging into his ass and knuckles whitening on the hilt of his knife as he bit out a growled “fuck!”
Leon huffed out a soft breath of disbelief. God, that was hot as fuck. Could it be that easy, to make Major Krauser fall apart beneath him? Only one way to find out: he pulled knife from flesh and Krauser growled again, but any further words were cut off by a strangled groan as Leon traced the whole width of that scar from end to end with the gentlest graze of his knife.
Krauser’s skin reddened beneath its touch, but it wasn’t until Leon applied more pressure, right in the knottiest, most gnarled area of tissue, that blood began to flow. If it was anything like the scars Leon had from Raccoon, he knew that it would be weirdly numb but sensitive at the same time, and the way Krauser’s hips jerked and he groaned again proved him right.
That blood was livid against the whitened scar tissue, and Leon couldn’t stop himself from touching it, watching as it welled up again beneath his probing fingertips. He licked his lips, then bent to Krauser’s chest and kissed his way across that scar until his face was nearly pressed up against his own knife.
He dug the point in further then pulled it out and staunched the flow of blood with his eager tongue, pressing the flat of it hard against the scar and drinking it down like the sweetest nectar.
Leon moaned against Krauser’s skin, tasting sweat and iron, his nose filled with the scent of it ‘til he could hardly think of anything but Krauser, hard fingers digging into his ass and harder knife cutting into his ab with a wicked kiss, drawing yet another moan from Leon’s lips.
He rose up and slammed his hand down on Krauser’s chest, then stabbed his knife into the turf right next to his head. Both hands slid down the length of Krauser’s body to his pants, and he pulled them open without a care for finesse - all thoughts on getting his mouth on other parts of Krauser, of seeing just how many other noises he could coax from those ridiculous lips.
Krauser lifted his ass with enough strength that Leon rose up with him - a thought he filed away for later spank bank material - and together they wrangled him out of those pants. Krauser’s boxers were black and Leon took a moment to just look at him. His thighs were just as big as they felt in training sessions when they’d got into grappling, and his stomach was a hard plane sculpted with muscle coated in fat and streaked with blood.
Leon’s gaze raked up Krauser’s body to his face, a little pink with exertion and eyes bright and narrowed as he met Leon’s gaze with ferocity.
“Losing your mettle?” Krauser’s tongue dragged across his bottom lip, followed by a flash of teeth as he smirked nastily. “Guess you really aren’t man enough to take me after all.”
Leon’s eyes narrowed right back. He dug his fingers under the waistband of Krauser’s boxers and yanked them down, revealing a fat, incredibly detailed silicone cock held in place by a black jockstrap curving up and over the swell of Krauser’s defined hips.
He swallowed, imagining how it’d look from the back, how it’d frame Krauser’s ass. Fuck.
Both hands settled on either side of Krauser’s cock and Leon shuffled down a little to give himself room, then bent to nuzzle at it.
Krauser groaned and the hand that’d dug into Leon’s ass found its way into his hair, holding him there as he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around Krauser’s cock.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Krauser grunted, “this is what you wanted all along, isn’t it? Your smart mouth around my cock?”
Leon wondered if Krauser could feel anything through all that silicone and fabric, and he leaned in, pressing harder as he took more of the cock into his mouth.
Another grunt from Krauser that turned to a moan, and another hand tangled into his hair, holding him tight as Krauser’s hips began to move.
It was different, sucking a technically flaccid cock; none of the heat of hardening flesh filling his mouth, none of that specific salty tang of pre-come. Even the smell of it was muted, his nose pressed up against cloth and not a tangle of damp pubes. But something about the way Krauser’s hips moved, the way the cock was so… unyielding? Fuck.
Leon looked up at Krauser from under his eyelashes, then dragged himself off the cock with deliberate slowness. To his surprise, Krauser allowed it - the hands in his hair loosening just enough that he could get some space, enough to yank down that jockstrap without ceremony.
He reached up and over Krauser’s body and pulled his knife back out of the sod, wiped it on the thigh of his joggers, then sat back on his haunches.
Krauser watched every movement of the knife as Leon flipped it, eyes lidded and teeth worrying at his bottom lip, and Leon couldn’t help but wonder if he was finally going to take control of this whole thing, or whether he was just going to continue to lay back and take whatever Leon dished out.
Not that he was complaining.
Another flip of the knife and Leon caught it mid fall, turned it this way and that, examining the blade as it flashed in the sunlight. “Where do you want it next, Major?” He tilted his head and looked down at Krauser, eyes drawn to the wetness of his pussy, the way his thighs were spread open and ready.
“Show me how much control you’ve got.” Krauser’s voice was hard steel, but there was a tell-tale hoarseness that belied his words. “Inner thigh. If you’re good enough, maybe I’ll let you fuck me, rookie.”
“Yeah? You’d like that, I can tell. You’re so fucking wet for me and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
Krauser laughed, the sound harsh in the otherwise quiet yard. “Oh, you’ve touched me plenty already.” He picked up his own knife once more - when had he put that thing down? - and tapped the flat of it on his inner thigh, then pointed the tip at Leon. “If you’re good enough, maybe I’ll give you some more too.”
Leon groaned, then swatted Krauser’s knife to one side with his own. “Promises promises,” he muttered, but his cock twitched at the thought anyway.
He palmed Krauser’s thigh with his free hand, his fingers sliding through the soft fuzz. He could feel the pulse of heartbeat throbbing through Krauser’s femoral artery, slightly quickened from their play so far.
Without stopping to think about it too hard, Leon swatted the inside of Krauser’s thigh with his knife, hard, then before he could open his mouth to bitch, he applied the long edge directly to flesh in a rocking motion - once only - then removed it again.
Blood blossomed from the mark, and Leon swallowed, hard. He bisected that cut with another, drawing the tip of the knife up and over the full curve of Krauser’s thigh, digging it in deeper before pulling it out again.
Krauser’s knuckles whitened against the hilt of his own knife, and the noise that fell from his lips was obscene. “More,” he gasped, legs twitching beneath Leon, his hips canting upwards.
Leon pushed down on Krauser’s stomach, the heel of his hand grinding into his pubic bone. “Keep still,” he ground out. “Unless you want me to slice right through your fucking artery, Major.”
Without waiting for a reply, Leon applied the tip of his knife again, dragged a line of fire up the middle of Krauser’s thigh, before pulling it back out and then slapping the edge right against the wound, hard enough to get the blood really flowing.
“Fuck,” Krauser groaned, the word long and drawn out.
Blood streaked his thigh, and Leon rubbed the thumb of his knife hand into it, then brought it up to his lips, putting on a show as he licked his thumb clean, trailed it against his bottom lip, knowing that Krauser’s eyes were hungry on him.
“Your other leg must be feeling lonely,” he murmured, eyes bright as he caught Krauser’s gaze. “Let me help with that.”
The knife went down again, dipping in and out of Krauser’s shivering flesh like he was painting a canvas with his blood.
More of those delicious, unexpected noises, and he felt Krauser’s hips jumping beneath his hand. He ground the heel of it into Krauser’s pubic bone again, sliced another wound into his thigh, digging point into flesh at least a centimetre deep at the end of his stroke, and without even being conscious of it, he realised he was groaning too, at the sight of it, the smell of blood and the feel of Krauser hot beneath him.
“Rookie, if you carry on like this you’re gonna be done before I even get you in me,” Krauser panted, his free hand skating down to grab hold of Leon’s aching cock through his joggers. “Fuck me. Now.”
Leon nearly yelped, hips moving automatically to grind into Krauser’s rough hand. He smirked, though, the sound he did make trailing off into a soft huff of laughter. “Make your mind up, Major.” He stabbed his knife into the sod once more, sending bits of soil flying and yanked down his pants and boxers both. “One minute you want the knife, the next you want my cock. Never thought you’d be so demanding.”
He got a hand on his cock and groaned, slicking pre-come down the length with a leisurely hand. “Never thought you’d be begging me for it…”
Krauser’s hand snapped around his wrist, the other bringing knife to bear to prick against the base of his cock. “Watch it, rookie.”
The noise that fell from Leon’s lips as the tip of Krauser’s knife met the hard flesh of his cock should have been embarrassing, but considering the flash of pleasure and sheer adrenaline it sent coursing through his entire body, he couldn’t exactly begrudge it.
“You want me to fuck you or not?” Oh, he was pushing his luck with that knife against his cock. Did he want Krauser to cut him there? To add another hot line of fire to the canvas of his flesh, one that he’d remember every time he got hard?
Krauser just smirked back up at him, then as quick as blinking, the knife was gone, flashing across his chest to bury in the sod right next to Leon’s. He took Leon in hand, then, calloused fingers hard against the base of his cock, and with a slow, inexorable movement, pulled him in closer. By his fucking cock. “Fuck. Me,” he ground out through gritted teeth.
Leon’s hand went down between them to palm at Krauser’s pussy - fuck, he was wet – and he just about stopped himself from rocking into the hand holding his cock, from jerking himself off in Krauser’s fingers “Let me-” He managed to wriggle out of Krauser’s grip, then went to his elbows and mouthed at the soft, hot wetness in front of him.
He couldn’t stop himself from groaning as he nuzzled Krauser’s cock, swollen and hard now, and ripe with the rich, tangy smell of pussy and blood. God. He licked at the base of Krauser’s erection, then took it into his mouth with another groan, stifled as he sucked and lapped with the base of his tongue.
Krauser’s hands found his hair again, and Leon grunted as he pulled on it hard at the roots, grinding his hips upwards at the same time until his breath was stolen by hot, hot flesh against his nose and in his mouth. Not as filling as the silicone cock he’d sucked already, but all the more primal for it and oh, he was gonna have a great case of stubble burn from the way Krauser was rutting against him, using his face for his own pleasure.
Again, not a single complaint.
Leon’s hands slid up the inside of Krauser’s thighs and he pushed them apart, fingers digging into the cuts he’d left there, still slippery with blood. A throaty groan rewarded his efforts, and he did it again at the same time as he sucked on Krauser’s cock, feeling it throb and swell against his tongue.
Another particularly vicious dig of his fingers and Leon used the slight lessening of Krauser’s grip in his hair to pull off his cock, gasping in a deep breath. His chin was wet and raw, but god, all he could think about was his cock, his poor neglected cock. But he’d be damned if he was gonna let the Major have it without seeing him come at least once, so he dragged one hand across the expanse of inner thigh, trailing blood with it as he pushed three fingers into Krauser’s pussy, crooking them just so even as he bent and took his cock in his mouth again.
He felt the gratifying judder and clench of thigh which only pushed his fingers deeper against the wounds.
“Fuck,” Krauser growled, hands clenching tighter in Leon’s hair once more. His hips canted upwards, giving Leon a better angle.
He obliged, rubbing hard and persistent against that ridged little area inside as he suckled at Krauser’s cock, curving his back to get more purchase. His free hand slipped around and he grabbed hold of Krauser’s ass hard, pulling him closer as he moved until Krauser’s body went whip-tight, foot slamming into the ground and he arched off the floor with a feral noise, squirting his load directly into Leon’s mouth.
Leon’s eyes widened with surprise, but he swallowed it down like the good little rookie he was, feeling wetness leak from his lips to trickle down his chin.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he murmured as he extricated himself from Krauser’s grip. His fingers were slick and dripping with Krauser’s juices, and he resisted the urge to lick them clean by wrapping them around his cock, getting it nice and wet before he lined up and fucked into Krauser’s still clenching pussy with one long stroke and a deep, throaty groan.
Krauser’s back hit the grass again, and he grinned up at Leon with fire in his eyes. “Good,” he murmured, both legs coming up to wrap around Leon’s waist like a vice, “fuck me, yeah-”
His words cut off as Leon shoved against his collarbone, pushing his thumb into the mark he’d left there, and Krauser’s head fell backwards to slam into the ground, back arching again.
His heels dug into Leon’s ass, and fuck, it felt good to finally be inside Krauser - his Major, god - hot and tight and so fucking wet he could barely stand it.
As good as it was, Leon had to take a deep breath, pausing balls deep inside as he focused on the sharp dig of heels into his ass, the smell of blood and the wet feel of it against his thumb, rather than the pleasure fizzing through his entire body. After all this, if he came inside Krauser after the first damn thrust he’d never forgive himself - hell, Krauser’d never forgive him - and he’d definitely never live it down, probably for the rest of his career if not his entire fucking life.
So. Breathing. But honestly, there was only so much breathing he could do before he gave in, and- oh yeah, before Krauser got impatient.
His hips began to move under Leon, one hand coming round to grip his ass hard enough it’d probably bruise, while the other reached across and the next thing Leon knew, that fucking knife was back in play, pressing up against his throat like a lover’s kiss.
“Don’t go soft on me now, rookie,” Krauser hissed, though he was grinning, teeth bared. “What, you get inside me and you’re done? You gotta wait and breathe it out like a virgin?”
The knife slid down to his collarbone, and Leon’s hips jerked as though they were on a fucking string as the wicked edge cut into him again, whisper quiet and searing fiery pain in its wake.
“Fuck!” Leon couldn’t stop his hips snapping in response, which was exactly what Krauser wanted, damn him, but he couldn’t argue with the results. Nor could he argue with how fucking good it felt - like something had been unlocked inside him and what would usually have just hurt like fuck had been rewired until he felt it so deep in his body that it was indistinguishable from pleasure, indistinguishable from how good it felt to be inside Krauser’s wet, soft pussy.
Leon didn’t have the self-control to hold himself back, and especially not with Krauser’s damn knife pressed against his bare skin. He pushed down harder into the bleeding mess of Krauser’s collarbone, then slid his hand down to dig into the marks he’d made through his scars, grinding his nails hard into them even as his other hand slid down between their bodies to tug roughly at Krauser’s cock.
Using all his strength, Leon shoved Krauser back down onto the grass, digging the heel of his hand into those wounds in his scars then dragging it down to his hip to hold him down.
Krauser’s knife slipped down his chest with the movement, cutting a path through the cloth on its way until he let it come to rest at Leon’s pelvis, the flat of the blade pressed against his skin as he fucked into Krauser harder, faster now.
Leon’s other hand stroked Krauser’s cock, able to get more purchase on it with the new angle, and he felt that clench again, but so, so much better around his cock than his fingers.
“Yeah, fuck, fill me up, don’t you dare stop-”
As his orgasm ripped through Krauser once more, he turned the knife and scored another mark into Leon. The location of it, the way his cock was getting squeezed and the way Krauser’s demands devolved into throaty groans was enough to send Leon over the edge as well, his hips jerking and shivering as he came deep inside Krauser.
Krauser’s hand dug into his ass and he twisted the knife again, dragging a line of new blossoming pain up Leon’s hip, forcing even more out of him until he felt wrung dry, bent over like the full-drawn curve of Krauser’s bow.
His throat was sore - had he been moaning that much? - and he licked his lips, hips still twitching erratically in the aftermath.
The smell of blood in his nose brought him round a little, and he blinked down at Krauser, unable to keep the dopey smile off his face. “Hope you got a medkit here, Major. We’re gonna need it.”
Krauser snorted. “What sort of establishment do you think this is, rookie? There’s enough medkits and bandages and herbs to fix up an entire battalion. Not that you lot ever need it, you’re all too pussy to draw any blood even on the best of days.” He smirked up at Leon, but his cheeks were pink and his eyes half-open, even his hair was dishevelled, having clearly lost his beret in action.
Leon felt his own cheeks heat up as he noticed the extent of the damage he’d caused - cuts blossomed with blood and bruising, stark against the blanched white of Krauser’s chest scars. He traced the scar with a tentative brush of his fingertips; bloodied as they were, they made even more of a mess.
He became aware suddenly that he was still inside Krauser, but it was comfortable somehow, so warm and wet, and it was the work of a moment to bend and press his lips to those cuts, to lap at the blood he’d drawn, mouth at the marks he’d left until Krauser’s scars were clean of spilled blood, bisected with the thin, red signature of Leon’s own knife.
He felt Krauser twitching around him, felt the quiver of his thighs still tight around his waist, and then a long, breathy moan as Krauser came again, clenching weakly around his cock.
“Fuck,” Krauser groaned, voice gravelly. “Keep up with that, rookie, and you won’t be getting out of me any time soon.”
“Who says I want to?” Leon rested his forehead against Krauser’s chest, riding the sensation around his overstimulated cock. He probably could come again, with a little time and attention on something other than his cock, but he wasn’t sure his legs would take it. Which was pathetic, really, for a young guy like him, wasn’t it? But he didn’t exactly have any motivation to move just then anyway, and something told him that Krauser would be up for riding him, if his legs really couldn’t keep up.
“Oh, you got a taste for it now, have you?” Krauser huffed out a laugh. “Well, your performance was pretty good. I wouldn’t complain about going again sometime.”
“Pretty good?” Leon lifted himself up and rested his head on his hand, elbow digging firmly into Krauser’s chest. “Shit, if I’d known I was gonna get graded I’d have tried a little harder, you know?”
“What’s the point of a test if you see it coming, rookie?” Krauser wrapped his hand around Leon’s wrist, fingers brushing at his pulse point, then yanked him down and round, using all his weight and a sharp twist of his hips to flip him over.
Leon’s back hit the grass hard, and he couldn’t help the sharp exhale of breath as his soft cock slipped out of Krauser. “Can’t even complain about surprise attacks, I guess. Shoulda seen that one coming.”
He looked up at Krauser, taking in the glint of his pale blue eyes, so arresting when he was being his usual intense self about some strategy or another, the mess of his hair flopping forward and a little longer than he’d expected.
Before he could open his mouth to complain again, Krauser’s head darted down and he claimed Leon’s mouth in a kiss - bloody and harsh and completely, utterly all-consuming. Leon made a startled noise into Krauser’s mouth then kissed him back, giving as good as he got. Fuck, but he tasted good.
Krauser smirked against his lips as they came up for air. “Yeah, you should have.”
“Well, guess that means you’re just gonna have to teach me some more, doesn’t it, Major?”
“What, so you can learn all my tells? Smooth.” Krauser’s hand reached past Leon and he yanked his knife out of the ground, wiping it clean on the turf. Leon couldn’t take his eyes off the glint of it, remembering the way it split his skin so keenly, but to his disappointment - really? - Krauser sheathed it in one clean movement, somehow finding the sheath with ease, even though his pants were round his ankles.
Krauser noticed his face and smirked again, snorting under his breath. “Almost felt your hard-on there. How about we get you cleaned up before any more teaching, hm?” His eyes skimmed down Leon’s torso and as if a switch flipped in his brain, all of a sudden he hurt.
Leon couldn’t stop the hissed intake of breath as all the cuts made their presence known. Krauser's expression flickered, just for a beat, and then he sprang to his feet with his usual dexterity and grace which had surprised Leon so much for such a big guy, the first time he’d been on the receiving end of it.
He yanked his jock and underwear up from where they’d collected around one ankle, then shoved his foot back into the other leg of his pants, pulling them up too without even a grunt as he fastened them over the bloodied cuts on both thighs and hips.
Krauser’s hand reached down and he pulled Leon upright too, eyes roving over all the cuts he’d left behind. Although Leon hated the fact that he was so easy to read, he couldn’t find it in himself to hate it too much just then as he caught a hint of satisfaction in the way the Major’s lips curled at the corners, like he was filing away those cuts for later, sizing up Leon and his resilience the whole time.
God, it felt like he’d been marked for ownership or something, and the way Krauser’s hand settled heavy in the small of his back only lent further credence to that thought. Leon flushed and he bit at his lip, then tugged at the mess of his t-shirt ruefully.
“Gonna need to change, too,” he murmured, shooting a sidelong glance at Krauser, whose tank top fared much the same, hanging from him in a way that only served to highlight just how big he was, framing his pecs and the cuts Leon’d made with its bloodied fall of cotton.
Maybe ownership went both ways, Leon thought as he retrieved his knife from the dirt. He tucked his cock away and fastened up his joggers, then sheathed it, wincing as the fabric rubbed against the cuts at his hip. Crusted blood pulled away from the longest cut there, and he resisted the urge to pick at it. Although the idea of a scar… hm, interesting. Maybe it wasn’t just Krauser who’d be filing things away for later.
“C’mon,” Krauser grunted, “showers, medkit, then barracks.” His fingers drifted, ghosting against the curve of Leon’s ass before settling back again into the small of his back.
“Don’t wanna get a drink afterwards?”
Krauser laughed, short and sharp, but he shot an appraising glance at Leon, eyes roving over his face to settle at his lips then flick back up again. “I don’t date rookies.”
“Who says it has to be a date?” Oh, he was pushing his luck. Again.
“Oh, I know your type. One fuck and you think we’re going steady or some other sappy bullshit. Nah.” Krauser’s hand moved from Leon’s back and he slung it about his shoulders, rough and companionable, steering them both towards the showers.
Leon looked up at him, their height difference not so big, but enough that he did have to look up, then smirked. He patted Krauser’s chest, sure to hit where he’d left the deepest marks bisecting his scars. “Sure thing, Major. Whatever you say.”
He dug his fingers into those marks, watching Krauser sidelong as he tensed against Leon’s side. The shift of his hips would have been easy to miss if he weren’t pressed up against him, if Leon hadn’t felt that exact reaction when he was still inside the man.
So that was how he wanted to play it, was it? Well, Leon could play that game with the best of them. He slipped his arm around Krauser’s waist and widened his eyes, all innocence, as Krauser shot him a glare.
“Watch it, rookie.”
“Yes sir!”