Yellow Fever
Title: Yellow Fever (One-shot)
Author: stupeur
Editor: cranperryjuice
Rating: NC-17 (Language and sexuality)
Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy (Resident Evil) x Taeyang (Sudden Attack)
Summary: Leon has a gigantic crush on his new, hot Korean trainee. Steamy buttsex ensues.
Notes: Ahem. I feel like this needs some explanation. I watched Taeyang's solo concert DVD and rediscovered Resident Evil 4 at about the same time - turns out that both star sexy hunks and I was compelled to pair them up. It felt absolutely ridiculous at first, but then Big Bang went and became FPS game characters, so I had absolutely no qualms in doing it anymore. :Db Oh yeah, Ada is Chinese-American, hence the title, and beware of some RE4 spoilers. Leon pic is here.
That hadn't been supposed to happen. Then again, he hadn't thought that a couple of innocent looks in the general direction of his trainee's ass would ever go this far.
What an ass, though.
This whole thing was quite unexpected. Leon had never imagined that some short Korean police officer, fresh off the boat and barely able to align three words in English without resorting to his phone's dictionary for help would ever get him that bad. But somehow, it had happened, and it was embarrassing.
First of all, he was perfect. Perfect technique, perfect control, perfect hit rate all the time. So perfect, in fact, that Leon felt absolutely ridiculous coaching him. It was really a formality (unrecognized foreign training and all), but if whoever was in charge of the administration had spent even five minutes on the field with them, Taeyang would've probably ended up Leon's boss, and the thought got under his skin much more than he would've liked to admit. Not to mention that he looked amazingly young, which certainly didn't make things any better. Leon had to remind himself on several occasions that it was always hard to tell with those Asians, but he still never got out of feeling old and gloomy.
However, it didn't take long before he admitted to himself that it wasn't just about some sort of jealousy or admiration. It was much more than that. Leon had tried blaming it on the way Taeyang's body moved when the two of them trained together. He was certainly muscular, but he lacked the chunk and clunk of all the other men Leon had seen in the force. Instead, his movements had a certain grace and fluidity that he had rarely seen, and much in spite of himself, he kept staring and had gotten socked in the face an embarrassing amount of times because of it.
It probably wasn't a coincidence that the only other person Leon knew who managed to fight with any semblance of elegance was Ada. But didn't just about everything reminded him of her? She was the reason he'd probably die single and the reason he'd turned down the opportunity to score with the president's daughter. He knew for a fact, though, that he'd never end up with her- if he even ever saw her again- and he figured that if the next best thing was his Korean trainee, it wasn't that big a deal if he sneaked a look once in a while. He supposed-or rather, hoped- that Taeyang unconsciously reminded him of Ada or something, and he figured there was nothing wrong with checking out his erect nipples through his white shirt for a second longer than necessary.
But here's where Leon's theory was flawed. Taeyang was absolutely nothing like Ada. He'd tried to find some sort of resemblance between the two of them, anything, but he'd eventually had to give up. Taeyang was a genuinely nice guy, a bit naive even, eager to make friends and learn. Ada, on the other hand, had, well, basically not shot a bullet through his brains when she had had the chance. Leon couldn't even tell what it was that attracted him so much in the two of them, but there was definitely something, and Ada and Taeyang were both practically radiating with it.
So when Taeyang invited him to bond over Korean dinner, Leon didn't have it in him to turn him down, whatever the hell bibimbap was.
As it turned out, Korean food wasn't so bad. Spicy for sure, but nothing Leon couldn't handle. Things remained decent as long as all they had was gogi gui, but then Taeyang decided to order a pitcher of lemon soju and it all went downhill from there. Two shots later, Taeyang was already red and giggly, and looking fucking adorable with his chin perched lazily on his palm. It hadn't taken him much to get Leon to talk about the incidents of Raccoon City and Spain. There was a lot of oohs and aahs, and despite being usually very humble about his exploits, Leon quite enjoyed the attention he was getting this time around.
It was only when he paused dramatically during the account of his fight against Saddler that he realized how fucking hammered he was. That soju had a hidden kick that he hadn't seen coming at all. He finished his shot, meaning to leave his cup alone after it, but Korean customs apparently did not allow vessels to ever become empty, and Taeyang looked so eager to leave a good impression that Leon couldn't resist downing the next one too.
It wasn't so bad, he thought. They'd call a taxi, sleep it off and take it easy the next day.
He only realized that things weren't going quite according to plan when Taeyang and he were stumbling about in his living room, tongues practically down each other's throats. And now he was on his couch with Taeyang on top of him and no memory of how he'd actually gotten there.
"To hell with it," he thought when Taeyang moaned breathlessly in his ear, and he decided he might as well enjoy it while it lasted. Both of his hands were then up Taeyang's shirt to find his nipples and toy with them and hopefully squeeze another sound out of him. Taeyang gasped and bit his bottom lip, and the next second his shirt was off - and Leon realized for the first time that his own already was.
Taeyang then started rocking his hips against Leon's, and the friction of denim against his erection felt so damn good that Leon had to close his eyes. There was only the slight burn of stubble scratching him as they kissed, the weight of Taeyang's body on his own, his hitching breath, the rustling of fabrics as he moved down Leon's body carefully, the sound of his zipper being pulled down, and then the warmth of Taeyang's mouth sliding down his cock. Leon opened his eyes again to look at the perfect outline of his shoulder muscles, his lips smeared with saliva and his expression as he focused entirely on sucking him off, and afraid he'd come in his mouth right then and there, Leon had to push him away.
He didn't lose any time, though, and the next moment they were tumbling down onto his bed, grunting and panting and kissing and trying to fight off jeans and underwear all at the same time. After that, everything was too fast and too intense and felt too damn good, and the alcohol in his system made it hard for him to keep track of was happening. A dull pain in his side when he got elbowed by mistake, Taeyang's hands pulling at his hair, his cock twitching against Leon's stomach, the warmth of his skin, his gasping voice when Leon clutched his cock to pump it, short nails scratching at his chest - it was all a blur that culminated with him kneeling between Taeyang's thighs and fucking him into the mattress.
"S-Sir!" Taeyang cried out when he came, and Leon would have laughed at the absolute ridiculousness of it if he hadn't been busy having the best orgasm of his life.
***
The next day, the alarm failed to wake either of them, and it was quite late in the afternoon when Leon finally came to. He was hungover, and quite badly so, but the sight of Taeyang still asleep next to him brought a smile to his lips, and he surprised himself by thinking that it was about damn time he moved on from, as Krauser (may he rest in peace now) had delicately put it, the bitch in the red dress.
Author: stupeur
Editor: cranperryjuice
Rating: NC-17 (Language and sexuality)
Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy (Resident Evil) x Taeyang (Sudden Attack)
Summary: Leon has a gigantic crush on his new, hot Korean trainee. Steamy buttsex ensues.
Notes: Ahem. I feel like this needs some explanation. I watched Taeyang's solo concert DVD and rediscovered Resident Evil 4 at about the same time - turns out that both star sexy hunks and I was compelled to pair them up. It felt absolutely ridiculous at first, but then Big Bang went and became FPS game characters, so I had absolutely no qualms in doing it anymore. :Db Oh yeah, Ada is Chinese-American, hence the title, and beware of some RE4 spoilers. Leon pic is here.
That hadn't been supposed to happen. Then again, he hadn't thought that a couple of innocent looks in the general direction of his trainee's ass would ever go this far.
What an ass, though.
This whole thing was quite unexpected. Leon had never imagined that some short Korean police officer, fresh off the boat and barely able to align three words in English without resorting to his phone's dictionary for help would ever get him that bad. But somehow, it had happened, and it was embarrassing.
First of all, he was perfect. Perfect technique, perfect control, perfect hit rate all the time. So perfect, in fact, that Leon felt absolutely ridiculous coaching him. It was really a formality (unrecognized foreign training and all), but if whoever was in charge of the administration had spent even five minutes on the field with them, Taeyang would've probably ended up Leon's boss, and the thought got under his skin much more than he would've liked to admit. Not to mention that he looked amazingly young, which certainly didn't make things any better. Leon had to remind himself on several occasions that it was always hard to tell with those Asians, but he still never got out of feeling old and gloomy.
However, it didn't take long before he admitted to himself that it wasn't just about some sort of jealousy or admiration. It was much more than that. Leon had tried blaming it on the way Taeyang's body moved when the two of them trained together. He was certainly muscular, but he lacked the chunk and clunk of all the other men Leon had seen in the force. Instead, his movements had a certain grace and fluidity that he had rarely seen, and much in spite of himself, he kept staring and had gotten socked in the face an embarrassing amount of times because of it.
It probably wasn't a coincidence that the only other person Leon knew who managed to fight with any semblance of elegance was Ada. But didn't just about everything reminded him of her? She was the reason he'd probably die single and the reason he'd turned down the opportunity to score with the president's daughter. He knew for a fact, though, that he'd never end up with her- if he even ever saw her again- and he figured that if the next best thing was his Korean trainee, it wasn't that big a deal if he sneaked a look once in a while. He supposed-or rather, hoped- that Taeyang unconsciously reminded him of Ada or something, and he figured there was nothing wrong with checking out his erect nipples through his white shirt for a second longer than necessary.
But here's where Leon's theory was flawed. Taeyang was absolutely nothing like Ada. He'd tried to find some sort of resemblance between the two of them, anything, but he'd eventually had to give up. Taeyang was a genuinely nice guy, a bit naive even, eager to make friends and learn. Ada, on the other hand, had, well, basically not shot a bullet through his brains when she had had the chance. Leon couldn't even tell what it was that attracted him so much in the two of them, but there was definitely something, and Ada and Taeyang were both practically radiating with it.
So when Taeyang invited him to bond over Korean dinner, Leon didn't have it in him to turn him down, whatever the hell bibimbap was.
As it turned out, Korean food wasn't so bad. Spicy for sure, but nothing Leon couldn't handle. Things remained decent as long as all they had was gogi gui, but then Taeyang decided to order a pitcher of lemon soju and it all went downhill from there. Two shots later, Taeyang was already red and giggly, and looking fucking adorable with his chin perched lazily on his palm. It hadn't taken him much to get Leon to talk about the incidents of Raccoon City and Spain. There was a lot of oohs and aahs, and despite being usually very humble about his exploits, Leon quite enjoyed the attention he was getting this time around.
It was only when he paused dramatically during the account of his fight against Saddler that he realized how fucking hammered he was. That soju had a hidden kick that he hadn't seen coming at all. He finished his shot, meaning to leave his cup alone after it, but Korean customs apparently did not allow vessels to ever become empty, and Taeyang looked so eager to leave a good impression that Leon couldn't resist downing the next one too.
It wasn't so bad, he thought. They'd call a taxi, sleep it off and take it easy the next day.
He only realized that things weren't going quite according to plan when Taeyang and he were stumbling about in his living room, tongues practically down each other's throats. And now he was on his couch with Taeyang on top of him and no memory of how he'd actually gotten there.
"To hell with it," he thought when Taeyang moaned breathlessly in his ear, and he decided he might as well enjoy it while it lasted. Both of his hands were then up Taeyang's shirt to find his nipples and toy with them and hopefully squeeze another sound out of him. Taeyang gasped and bit his bottom lip, and the next second his shirt was off - and Leon realized for the first time that his own already was.
Taeyang then started rocking his hips against Leon's, and the friction of denim against his erection felt so damn good that Leon had to close his eyes. There was only the slight burn of stubble scratching him as they kissed, the weight of Taeyang's body on his own, his hitching breath, the rustling of fabrics as he moved down Leon's body carefully, the sound of his zipper being pulled down, and then the warmth of Taeyang's mouth sliding down his cock. Leon opened his eyes again to look at the perfect outline of his shoulder muscles, his lips smeared with saliva and his expression as he focused entirely on sucking him off, and afraid he'd come in his mouth right then and there, Leon had to push him away.
He didn't lose any time, though, and the next moment they were tumbling down onto his bed, grunting and panting and kissing and trying to fight off jeans and underwear all at the same time. After that, everything was too fast and too intense and felt too damn good, and the alcohol in his system made it hard for him to keep track of was happening. A dull pain in his side when he got elbowed by mistake, Taeyang's hands pulling at his hair, his cock twitching against Leon's stomach, the warmth of his skin, his gasping voice when Leon clutched his cock to pump it, short nails scratching at his chest - it was all a blur that culminated with him kneeling between Taeyang's thighs and fucking him into the mattress.
"S-Sir!" Taeyang cried out when he came, and Leon would have laughed at the absolute ridiculousness of it if he hadn't been busy having the best orgasm of his life.
***
The next day, the alarm failed to wake either of them, and it was quite late in the afternoon when Leon finally came to. He was hungover, and quite badly so, but the sight of Taeyang still asleep next to him brought a smile to his lips, and he surprised himself by thinking that it was about damn time he moved on from, as Krauser (may he rest in peace now) had delicately put it, the bitch in the red dress.