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It Wasn't Because of You
Leonardo Watch stood up straight as he ascended the dilapidated wooden stairs to his apartment. His sneakers made a quiet squeak with every step he took, and the plastic grocery bag he held rustled each time it brushed against his leg. Earlier that day, he had realized he was out of milk, so he made sure to stop by a convenience mart on the way back home that night. What he didn’t expect to see when he arrived was a visitor in front of his door.
Zapp Renfro slouched as he sat, an unlit cigar hanging from his mouth. His white clothes were somehow spotless even after walking around a whole day in Hellsalem’s Lot. He looked bored out of his mind, which made him appear a little intimidating. It was probably why no one had told him to stop loitering around the building.
Leo came to a halt in front of his door and grimaced when he saw him. Zapp barely turned his head to look at Leo.
“Hey,” he grunted.
“Hey, yourself,” Leo replied, fishing around in his pants pocket for his door key. “Why the heck are you here?”
Zapp placed his hands on his knees and stood up with a sigh. He shoved his cigar back in his suit jacket. “Got kicked outta this chick’s place, but my keys were still in her apartment. Figured I could crash here until she cools off in the morning.”
“No way.”
The answer was immediate and without hesitation. Zapp stared at Leo in disbelief.
“C’mon, man! I’m desperate!” He wrapped his arms around himself, pretending to shiver. “It’s cold out here! Do you know how long I’ve been freezing my ass off waiting for you?”
“So why didn’t you go to the headquarters? Sleep on the couch like I used to!”
“Klaus keeps that place on lockdown during the night. Especially from me. I couldn’t get in if I tried.”
Zapp sighed again and ran a hand through his hair. Leo studied him carefully. There had to be some sort of ulterior motive, but Zapp’s face didn’t give anything away.
“...Hrmn,” Leo groaned. He unlocked the door, opened it, and said, “Alright, fine. You can stay here. Just for tonight.”
“You’re a real pal, pal,” Zapp chuckled, slapping Leo on the back and following him inside.
Leonardo’s apartment was small, but had the essentials. Paint peeled in places, but it wasn’t too noticeable. Any odors the building had were covered up by Leo leaving fragrance packets in each corner of the room. The nicest part was the bathroom, as Leo cleaned regularly in there. Zapp surveyed the place with mild disinterest.
“So where do I sleep?” he asked.
“There.”
Leo put away his milk as he pointed to a couch he had on the other side of the room. It was more of a loveseat to Zapp, who was much taller than him.
“What!? This thing’s tiny! Gimme the bed.”
“Shut up!” Leo yelled back, slamming the fridge. “You’re the one squatting here, so take what you’re given.”
“Tch...” Zapp pouted for a moment, but was far from giving up. He walked over to where Leo stood in the kitchen and threw an arm over his shoulder. A leisurely grin spread across his face. “Don’t think of it like squatting. I’m your guest, so I should get the bed, right?”
“Like hell!” Leo grunted and pushed the arm off of him. He was starting to regret letting Zapp in.
“Awright.” Zapp shrugged. “Out of the goodness of my heart, I’ll offer to share it.”
“Wh-wha...!?” Leonardo fumed. His frustration was building, seeing Zapp act this cocky in his own home. It should be his time to call the shots. “It’s my bed, you dickless piece of shit!”
“Hey, hey.” Zapp’s tone lowered, and he leaned over to look Leo in the eye. “Don’t go calling names now, shorty.”
“My house, my rules.” Leo could tell Zapp was getting a little miffed, too. It was a nice boost to his ego. It meant he had some control over Zapp.
Leo crossed his arms and tiled his head, a grin of his own appearing as he continued, “I’m sorry, do you get a little flustered when you’re not the top dog in the room? Oh—my bad, I forgot Chain already made you her bitch—”
Leonardo felt a tug at his collar before he suddenly found himself being held up in the air. Zapp gripped his sweater tightly, every finger digging relentlessly into the fabric. Leo struggled to breathe in this position, grasping desperately at Zapp’s arm and making pained noises. Zapp’s dark eyes glared at him with dangerous intent.
“You wanna say that again, you fucking punk?”
As he flailed pointlessly against the arm in front of him, Leonardo smirked, knowing he’d won.
“Nn... C’mon...Zapp...” His eyes peeked open, a subtle blue glow framing his face. “...You know you like to bend over every once in a while.”
Neither one moved for a moment. Zapp’s bangs hid his eyes under dark shadows. Leo couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
His body hit the kitchen wall with a loud thud, and Zapp’s mouth pressed against his in sudden, heated desperation. Leo parted his lips, moaning at the strong taste of smoke and alcohol. It was an unpleasant taste he couldn’t get enough of. A tongue licked at his teeth, trying to enter his mouth. Leo moved his hands to Zapp’s face, pulling him closer to suck at his tongue. Sharp growls and lengthy moans filled the room as they battled for dominance. They were both starved for it.
Leo could feel Zapp’s hands on his hips, rubbing rough circles that moved up his sides. Small bumps trailed across Leo’s arms as he trembled in anticipation. Those hands were like magnets, pulling their figures closer together. Leo’s fingers tugged at Zapp’s hair when he felt their groins touch. Zapp was hard.
He pulled his lips off Leo’s for a moment, making a quiet smacking sound and leaving a wet trail of spit. Zapp bared his teeth and growled at his face, “Mouthy little prick...”
It was a challenge. There was no turning back now. Leonardo crashed his lips against Zapp’s once more in a fervent kiss, hands grasping his jaw line to bring him deeper in. He wanted to drown Zapp in himself. To fill and be filled, to overflow each other’s bodies with raw, untamed passion. He felt Zapp move with him now, and his confidence peaked. Leo parted their lips to stare at Zapp with the deep, endless blue of his eyes.
“Get on the couch, Zapp.”
Zapp immediately let go of Leo and turned toward the couch. He threw a passing glance back at him as he made his way there. Leo watched as Zapp sat at one end and put his feet up on the other, his knees bent slightly to accommodate his size. Zapp’s legs spread open just enough for Leo to see the seam in his pants curve around the form of his erection.
Leo’s mouth watered. As he came closer, he could see Zapp’s tongue darting out to wet his lips. His face was somewhat flushed, but Leo knew his own face was probably worse. He crawled between Zapp’s legs to sit on his lap, placing his feet on either side of him. His hands ran up Zapp’s cheeks into his soft hair as he kissed him again, still just as deep, but much slower.
“Mn... Hah...” Zapp moaned and gasped into Leo’s mouth with every movement of their lips. When his tongue pressed against Zapp’s, Leo saw out of the corner of his eye that the white jacket Zapp wore was bunched around his elbows. After shrugging it off completely, Zapp placed his hands firmly on Leonardo’s ass and squeezed.
A surprised squeal exited Leo’s mouth, and he sat up straight in response. Zapp smirked devilishly and leaned forward into the newest area exposed to him—Leo’s neck. There was a tongue on his skin, warm and wet, trailing patterns up and down. Then it was teeth, blunt and biting, with minimal pain that felt pleasurable once it dulled. What got to him most were the kisses. They were short, rough, and punctuated with a sharp growl from Zapp, who was so close to him that Leo could feel the vibrations travel down his spine.
“Ah...haaa-ah...” All Leo could do was shiver and moan, not wanting to make a wrong move that could cause this to end.
Zapp kissed up his neck to his jaw, and breathed heavily into his ear, “Fuck, Leo...”
His breath hitched at that, and he bit his lip.
“Aah...mm...”
Leo felt Zapp smile against his skin as he nuzzled into him. His voice dropped down to thick timbre. “Moan for me...”
Zapp’s hands, still on his ass, lifted Leo just enough for Zapp to slip a knee between his legs. Leo’s eyes widened for a moment, but snapped shut once Zapp began rocking that knee against his crotch. Sparks ignited a fire in his stomach that traveled to his groin. He gasped and groaned as he braced his hands on Zapp’s shoulders. His hips moved with a mind of their own, meeting the pace Zapp set. He was sure he looked like a mess, but he couldn’t help himself.
Leo’s mouth hung open as he stared in front of him, panting and moaning with need, “God, Zapp...!”
“Shit...” Zapp grit his teeth and yanked Leo’s sweater over his head, causing him to fall back onto the end of the couch. When Leo looked up, he saw Zapp hovering over him, face alight with a lascivious grin framed by silver locks. “You say my name too good.”
“Fu... Fuck you...” Leo spat back at him in futility.
“Ha... Not yet.”
Zapp stared at him like a lion staking out his prey. Long fingers stretched out across Leonardo’s bare chest. He winced when they brushed against his nipples. Zapp seemed satisfied enough with that to pull away for a second, reaching down to dig inside his discarded jacket. Leo saw him take out a condom and what he recognized as a bottle of lubricant, and rolled his eyes. Of course Zapp just carried those things around.
The condom disappeared into the back pocket of Zapp’s pants, and Leo looked down to see a hand slowly loosening the zipper of his own. His face turned bright red. There was an unmistakable tent poking up through his boxers that he absolutely could not hide anymore. Zapp said nothing, but Leo saw his smile expand and his eyes glisten deviously.
A light tug around the waistband let Leo know that Zapp was eager for him. As the thin layer of underwear was pulled down, Zapp’s knuckles gently brushed against his length. Leo shuddered, to which he heard a deep chuckle in response. He wanted to shoot Zapp a deathly glare, but found it difficult to look intimidating with the last of his clothes wriggling down his legs. There was one final rustling sound followed by a quiet thump on the floor, and Leo was stripped entirely before Zapp.
That stupid grin was still plastered on his face as he leaned over Leo. Kisses fell on his stomach, and Zapp whispered to him, “Heh...cute.”
“...Asshole.”
“Good idea,” Zapp said, sitting back up. He took the lubricant and poured it on his hand, covering his fingers with the clear liquid. Leo’s heart raced. He watched with bated breath as Zapp moved his fingers experimentally. His dark skin shimmered from the moist coating, and Leonardo instinctively felt his legs part at the sight.
Zapp shifted again, placing his hand just above Leo’s entrance. He first rubbed around the area, providing a cold, wet feeling that left Leo shivering and wanting more. He bit his tongue, willing himself not to give Zapp the satisfaction of knowing that he was more than ready. He didn’t want to wait any longer because of this damn tease.
After what felt like an eternity, Zapp finally pressed a slick finger inside him. As his eyes closed tightly, Leo heard Zapp whistle and say, “Man, you’re tight.”
“Hrn...!” he grunted in response and clenched his fists. Although Leo frowned at the comment, it only made him more excited. His heart was pounding now, and he ached to rock his hips against Zapp’s hand. If he let himself give in to Zapp, their sex could be fast and wild and fiery and passionate. But Leo knew he had to play the same game to make it last, to make it even better. Then Zapp began moving his finger back and forth, prodding at the sensitive muscle within him. Leo squinted his eyes open and spat out, “...Go to hell.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Zapp tilted his head and smirked. Leo thought he saw his shoulders roll back as if he shivered.
Zapp leaned over him as he felt a second finger squeeze its way inside. It traveled deeper than the first, eliciting a restrained moan from Leo. Warm breath caressed the ridge of his ear, and a hushed voice ordered him, “Tell me what you think of me, Leo.”
He burned pleasantly, feeling exactly like how he imagined Zapp’s personality—a raging spitfire. Leo’s body warmed up quickly, his skin colored pink and speckled with sweat from the heat. He panted slowly, allowing his chest to rise and fall in tandem with every movement Zapp made. Something inside him yearned to be let out, a great wave of conflicting emotion that bubbled like magma. It only worsened when he heard Zapp speak as if Leo was his to command.
He managed to compose himself enough to groan through his teeth, “You’re...a terrible person... Just the worst...”
He really hated Zapp, and desperately wanted to rile him up.
“You’re a womanizing bastard... But...you...!”
His distaste only grew with every sound from Zapp, every breath of air they shared, every touch of skin against skin, every rough, raw feeling of Zapp grinding his way inside him.
“You’d turn around...and fuck a guy like me...in an instant...!”
And yet, he wanted Zapp. He wanted Zapp to do unspeakable things to him. To forget about every woman before him and think only about himself. He wanted Zapp to use him for his own selfish desire, and he in turn would use Zapp for the same reason.
A sudden, unexpected spark of pleasure shot through his body, causing Leo to cry out for the first time that night. Zapp chuckled above him.
“Hell, yeah...”
He didn’t need to look at Zapp to know what expression he had. He could hear the complacency dripping in his voice. He knew he’d found Leo’s sweet spot. He was ready to exploit it.
Zapp continued to drill his fingers relentlessly into Leo, aiming for the same place each time. Slick sounds echoed between them. Leonardo bit his lip when he heard Zapp talk again. “That’s what you want, right? You want me to fuck you, don’t you, Leo?”
“...Hng...!”
A hand flew to his mouth. Leo’s toes curled as he groaned softly under his palm. His fingers twisted around in a futile attempt to distract himself from the desire to say yes, yes, he wanted Zapp to fuck him so goddamn hard he couldn’t walk tomorrow.
“Tell me what you want.”
He needed to answer. He couldn’t hold back anymore. Leo replied weakly, “I... I want...you... Zapp...”
He looked up when he heard Zapp reach to his back pocket and pull out the condom from before. Never breaking eye contact, he began tearing the packaging open with his teeth. Leo’s mouth dried up.
“C’mon...” Zapp purred as he twirled the condom between his fingers. “You can do better.”
Leo’s hands clung desperately to the couch. He panted quietly and gazed at the condom like he was starved for it.
“I want...you to fuck me...Zapp.” His voice was soft, but firm. “Fuck me...like the dumb dog you are.”
Zapp sucked in his bottom lip. Leo watched him shiver in delight as the calm, blue glow of his eyes peeked up at him through heavy lids. He spoke to Zapp through his eyes. Not with words, but with a sharp look that said one finite thing.
Do it, you prick.
Zapp’s breath hitched, and he grinned.
“With pleasure...”
In a matter of seconds, Leonardo found himself turned around, staring at the arm of the couch. He then heard Zapp’s hand smack him hard and fast across the ass, leaving a sharp sting lingering on his cheek, and what was likely a bright red mark. A long, shuddering moan came from Leo as his back arched forward. He tried to spread his legs as far as he could without falling off the couch. He hoped Zapp could see how bad he wanted this.
His answer came when Zapp’s pants were suddenly on the floor, and he shoved himself inside Leo without warning. At first, his voice stopped in the back his throat, but Leo soon regained it to mindlessly cry out his name.
“Zapp... Za-Zapp... Zapp..!”
As his nails clawed into the upholstery before him, Leo heard the sound of Zapp chuckling from above.
“You like my name...mn...that much, huh...?” Zapp teased his hands up Leo’s thighs to his hips, twisting his own to press in even deeper.
“Oh... Mngh...!” Leo groaned and rocked his shoulder blades back. He could feel it. He could feel Zapp all the way inside. Barely making a move, throbbing against his walls, forming Leo to fit him perfectly. It burned, stung, corroded him right to the core.
He hated it.
He fucking loved it.
Leo’s teeth dug into his bottom lip as he inhaled deeply. He attempted to push back against Zapp, but the hands on his hips had tightened to keep him in place. He shot a glance back at Zapp and growled, “You piece of shit...”
“Rude.” Zapp raised an eyebrow at him. He gave a painfully slow, painfully shallow thrust into Leo. “Mmmn... Especially given the circumstance...”
An impatient fist gave a thump against the couch, followed by Leo screeching, “Just move, Zapp...!”
“Got it,” Zapp replied softly. Leo felt a finger trail up his chest as Zapp leaned over him. The soft ends of silver hair caressed his shoulders, leaving a gentle tingle. His face was pressed against the back of Leo’s neck, and he smirked into it. His hips moved back, and then he finally started.
Zapp didn’t show restraint when it came to Leonardo. They were both adults—both men—desperate for relief. After all this time beside him, Leo knew what made Zapp tick. He knew Zapp liked to fuck the same way he liked to fight. Mercilessly.
His pace was frantic, his sounds were animalistic, and his movement was purposeful and powerful. Each thrust pushed Leo forward with the same force of a subway train stopping. Over, and over, and over. Each one stronger than the last.
Along with each thrust was the sound of Zapp grunting into his ear. Sometimes the sound reminded Leo of the noises Zapp made when he lazed around the Libra headquarters. Sometimes it reminded him of the way Zapp growled deeply in the heat of a battle. His eyes would look as if they flashed red with blood. Just the thought made Leo’s own blood boil.
Before Leonardo could turn his head to look at him, he heard Zapp croon in his ear, “How does it feel, Leo...?”
Oh, fuck, it felt good. It felt so good. Leo’s voice cracked as he let out let out a weak moan. He tensed his body in an attempt to compose himself, and swallowed thickly before gasping for a breath of air.
“Fuck... You’re too damn big...”
Zapp’s cock was long and thick and Leo couldn’t stand that it always hit the right spots.
“It feels like...you’re just...pounding into me...”
He was relentless and unyielding and it was amazing. Leo could feel himself building up more and more towards a higher level of pleasure, one where he would lose himself completely to Zapp. It came sooner than expected, when Zapp changed his angle to hit Leo where it mattered most.
“Ah-aaah...!” Leo whined and collapsed in on himself. His eyes widened as he panted harshly into the arm of the couch. “I... I...!”
He was going to burst. He was going to spill himself out to Zapp and let him have what remained of his weak and tired body. He could take it all. He didn’t care anymore.
Leonardo threw his head back and called out in a raw, obscene voice, “I love it, Zapp...! F-feels too good...! Fuck—don’t stop! Don’t stop, damn it...!”
Zapp gripped his sweat-drenched hair and tugged it back before leaning in to lick up the side of his neck. He kissed along the trail he left, sucking hard at Leo’s delicate skin to leave a series of definite red marks.
“Yeah... There we go...” Zapp grinned as he admired his work. “Come on, Leo... Scream my name...”
“Zapp...! Zapp!” He cursed himself for obliging, and slammed is hand against one of the couch cushions. “God, fuck you, Zapp...! Fuck you... Fuck—”
A euphoric rush traveled up through his body from the base of his dick. Zapp was stroking him. Hard and fast and rough. Pumping away the last of his resistance in time with their slapping hips. Jerking off his red, swollen cock until it leaked onto Zapp’s tan, calloused fingers. Leo trembled as his mouth hung open, letting out a long, pitiful groan.
“F-fuuuck...”
Another hand caressed the inside of his thigh.
“You’re so close, Leo...”
Zapp’s luscious voice dripped like thick, sweet honey.
“...Let it out.”
His name was the only thing that passed through Leo’s lips when he came. He screamed it out loud enough for all of Hellsalem’s Lot to hear, he was sure of it. But at that moment, he didn’t give two shits about it. All he cared about was releasing his pent up frustration, and melting into the sweaty couch underneath him. A pleasant feeling wafted through his mind and began settling him down.
He was so far out of it, that it took Leo a moment to realize Zapp was still thrusting into him. When he did realize, the feeling shifted from pleasant to uncomfortable. He was incredibly sensitive now, and he silently begged for Zapp to bust his nut and get it over with. Thankfully, his wish came true sooner rather than later, and he heard Zapp shudder and sigh as he reached his climax.
Leo sighed after him, in satisfaction and relief, but both feelings were quashed when Zapp’s body lazily fell on top of his.
“Zapp...” Leo growled under him. “You’re crushing me. Again.”
“What? Not a cuddler?”
Zapp didn’t move, and Leo huffed in annoyance, “There’s just...no room here.”
“Well...” Leo could hear Zapp’s damn smirk again. “We could move to the bed.”
He groaned. He’d been afraid of this. Leo had thought sex on the couch would take Zapp’s mind away from the bed, but it seemed as if the opposite had happened.
Leo sighed and ran a hand through his bangs, mumbling under his breath, “Fine... But only if you carry me.”
He wasn’t feeling up to moving on his own, and was glad when he heard Zapp grunt in agreement. The weight of his body lifted off Leo’s back, and he pulled out in a single motion. Leo shuddered at the awkward tension in his hind muscles, now trying to relax after a vicious session of being pulled apart. It was worth it.
Zapp tied off his condom and got up from the couch to throw it away in the trash can in Leo’s kitchen. He sauntered back to Leonardo, studied him for a moment, and then hoisted him up with both hands to throw him over his shoulder. Leo grimaced at the incredibly unpleasant feeling of being treated like a sack of potatoes when his body felt like it was on fire from the waist down.
“Ow...! I meant carry me gently, you jerk!”
Zapp shrugged his other shoulder and said, “You didn’t specify.”
Leo hissed, “Eat dirt.”
Thankfully, Zapp was kinder when dropping him off at the bed. He placed Leo down carefully, paying special attention to how he rested his hips on the mattress. Zapp prodded around to make it comfortable, and hovered above Leo in observation. When he felt his job was done, he leaned forward to press a soft, slow kiss to Leonardo’s lips. It caught Leo by surprise, but he welcomed a tender touch every now and then.
When he pulled back, Zapp whispered against him, “...How’re you feeling?”
Leo was confused by the quiet tone, but answered, “I’m gonna be sore in the morning, but I can handle it.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
Zapp took his hand and pulled it toward his stomach. Leo only now realized that Zapp still had clothes on. He was wearing that long-sleeved black shirt he always had. The one that clung tightly to his figure, purposefully leaving little to the imagination. Leo watched his hand disappear under the thin fabric, and shivered at what he felt underneath. Zapp cocked his head and smiled.
“You still wanna go?”
He let go of Leo’s hand to grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it over his head. Zapp’s arms rose up, lifting the veil that hid his defined torso. All his muscles flexed as he moved. Leonardo watched them fixatedly. Chiseled abdominals and pectorals...biceps and deltoids...even his neck muscles protruded nicely. When the shirt popped off Zapp’s head, the sweat that had collected from their previous session finally got a chance to glisten on his skin. Leo’s voice crawled out of his throat and left him forever.
“I... Uh...”
Zapp let his shirt fall to the floor, and returned his gaze to Leo. He ran a hand through his smooth, silver hair in an attempt to fix it. Time slowed down as Leo watched his fingers comb an iridescent trail. Then Zapp smiled, and his eyes darkened.
“...You know I like to bend over every once in awhile.”
Leo’s eyes opened as wide as they could. He looked at Zapp—really looked at him—and realized the situation before him. Zapp had exposed himself entirely to Leo. He was giving him the green light, telling him it was his turn. He was spread out for him in more ways than one, and one of those ways was situated between his long, powerful legs. Leo tried to calculate his next move, but even now, Zapp was one step ahead of him. He lied down next to Leo on the bed, and began kissing his neck again.
“Don’t worry. I can get you back up,” Zapp assured, moving his hand up Leo’s thigh. He didn’t touch him directly, but rubbed the area around his crotch in a gentle, teasing manner, as if coaxing him. Leo could already feel his cock twitch and rise ever so slightly at the contact. Zapp’s fingers brushed across the base, and it started pulsing to life.
Leo took in a deep breath and sighed, “God...”
“That good, huh?” Zapp chuckled. He trailed his lips along Leo’s jaw and kissed his ear. In a breathless voice, he requested, “Touch me, Leo...”
No sooner had he said it, Leonardo turned onto his side and ran his fingers along the underside of Zapp’s dick. He hadn’t yet been able to get a good look at it that night, but it was warm in his hand and already half-hard. When it had been inside him, he could feel its thickness, its length. It wasn’t as big as Zapp might have claimed, but he did have a nice, well-rounded cock. It responded instantly to Leo’s touches, throbbing in his hand when he wrapped around it. Zapp must have really been desperate for another fuck.
When Leo started firmly stroking up and down the length of his shaft, Zapp bit his lip and moaned.
“Oh, fuck, yeaaah...”
He melted against Leo, who observed each twitch of his body and every hitch of his breath with intensity. Zapp was no longer teasing him, but it didn’t matter. He could get off just by watching Zapp Renfro submit like the dog he was. His eyes had closed and he panted into Leo’s ear wantonly, and the sight was enough to boost Leonardo’s confidence tenfold.
Now the one with the damn smirk on his face, Leo asked quietly, “You like my hand, Zapp...?”
“Yeah...”
Zapp’s answer came with him bucking into Leo’s hand, practically humping into his side. Leo shivered and bit his tongue to hold back a moan.
“Hm... Dumb horny dog...” he chided, twisting his fingers around the head. Zapp curled into him, trembling in pleasure and whimpering blissfully.
“Mnnn...”
Leo trailed his fingers lightly down the shaft. He paused before rubbing them across Zapp’s entrance.
“Do you... Do you want my fingers inside you?”
Zapp squirmed and growled, “Shit, of course, Leo.”
He hummed in reply and started to get up, but before Leo could run back to Zapp’s jacket to grab some lubricant, the bottle suddenly flew past his eyes. He turned his head back around, and Zapp smiled as he held the bottle of lube out to him, blood from his finger still curled around it. Leo sighed and picked it up.
“I’ve told you before, you don’t have to do that,” he grumbled, already pouring some out onto his hand.
Zapp nodded his response, but his eyes were intensely focused on the lubricant dripping onto Leo’s fingers. It was as if he was trying to feel them before they were even in. Leo decided not to waste time being a tease and shoved two slick fingers into Zapp, knowing he could take it. He did better than expected, even moving with Leo to get them as deep as they could go.
“Fffffuck, that’s it, that’s it...” he groaned. Zapp’s head fell back against the bed as his whole body collapsed. His eyes were closed tight and his shoulders rolled back, lifting his chest when he sucked in a long breath of air. Leonardo said nothing, a silent observer watching the lustful display before him. Even as he moved his fingers back and forth, he was quiet. Zapp was making enough noise for the both of them.
“Ah...Leo... More...”
He obliged. A third finger, deeper now. Zapp’s face flushed gorgeously at its entrance. Now that Leo was able to see him clearly, he realized how stunning Zapp looked beneath him. An expanse of dark skin and powerful muscles, tussled hair that clung to his sweaty cheeks, hazy grey eyes that burned in the dim light, and a long, thick cock that was ready to burst. It silently begged for Leo to take him.
That wasn’t good enough. He wanted to hear it.
Leonardo leaned over Zapp and stated very plainly, “Zapp... Tell me...you want me.”
“Fuck, I want you so bad, Leo...” Zapp whined in his ear. He reached up to take Leo in his hand and stroke him. “I want your cock in me right now.”
He kissed Zapp like that was the sexiest thing he’d heard all night. Leo’s tongue dominated Zapp’s, rolling it over and forcing it down. Their teeth knocked a couple of times, but he liked that. It felt more real. The noises they made together were carnal, unruly. It fed the flame of desire within Leo to give in and claim Zapp as his.
As he practically devoured Zapp’s face, Leo pulled his fingers out to reach around for the lube again. Once he found it, he shot up like a light and mumbled to himself, “Oh—condom...”
As he once again moved to get up and search Zapp’s jacket, a hand grabbed onto Leo’s shoulder to stop him.
“No,” Zapp said, staring up at him pleadingly. “I want you to do it raw.”
Leo stiffened. He paused to look at Zapp before asking, “You sure...?”
“Yeah... Trust me.” He turned Leo towards him, wrapping his arms around his back. “Feels better that way...”
Zapp brought him down to kiss him again, just as mind-numbingly passionate as before. Leonardo relaxed into Zapp once he felt the wetness of his tongue, enough to make him unaware that Zapp had slipped a hand down to take the lubricant from him. Leo was about to protest, but Zapp was still faster than him, and a moist, cool substance suddenly fell onto his cock. He winced in surprise, but Zapp’s fast hand was there to work it around his shaft and dull the feeling into a warm current of pleasure.
“A-aahh... Hah...!” Leo cried out, his body struggling to stay up.
“It’s gonna feel even better soon...” Zapp purred deeply. He let go of Leo’s dick, reaching behind him to grip his back again. Taking a deep breath, Zapp raised his knees and spread his legs apart as far as he could. When he breathed out, he leaned back against the bed and looked up at Leo. He gave him a confident smirk, and the most tempting bedroom eyes imaginable. He licked his lip, and Leo waited with fervent anticipation for him to speak.
“Fuck me, Leo.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Leo grabbed Zapp by the legs and shoved himself inside. His head went blank, and all he could see was white. Even his godly eyes became clouded with the heavy fog of sex. It weighed on him, pulled him down to earth just as Zapp’s nails dug into his back. The rough, sultry voice beneath him was the only thing keeping him aware of what was happening.
“Ah, yes... Yes...!” There was a sharp intake of air. “Hng...! Fuck... God dammit, Leo...”
Fuck, why was Zapp so sexy? He needed to focus. He needed to find himself in their tangled mess of heat and sweat and musk. He managed to continue forward, deeper inside. Leo’s voice wavered, but he forced it out.
“Sh-shit... Shit, you’re so warm, Zapp...”
Zapp shook at that. He could feel it in his thighs. His fucking gorgeously toned thighs. He also wasn’t having as much trouble talking as Leo. Zapp moaned loudly at him, “Fu—fuck... You fit so perfect...!”
Even when he finally reached his limit, pressing all the way in, Leo was only able to let out a long, simpering groan.
“L-Leo...!” Zapp trembled as he waited for him to move. “Ahhh...c’mon... Fuck me hard, Leo...”
Zapp rolled his hips impatiently against Leo’s, causing a sudden jolt to course through his veins. It wasn’t bad at all, but it shocked him enough to make him visibly shudder.
“Ha—ah...!”
Something about the act was like flipping a switch for him. Zapp was not the one who should be in control this time—he was. Leonardo glared at Zapp and dug his fingers into his legs, pressing down on him as he leaned forward. His hips shifted, and he brought them against Zapp’s with a hard smack. Leo hovered over him with their bodies in close proximity, his the one in charge of the pace, the dominant one. His movement was fast and methodical, pressing all the right places to drive Zapp wild.
“Yes...! Like that...!” Zapp whimpered at every thrust, gasping for more. It was as if he couldn’t get enough. “Ah...ah!”
“Zapp...” Leo breathed, growled at Zapp. His eyes flickered brightly in the shadows of his face, peeking through the sweaty mess of his bangs, staring hungrily at the figure before him.
Zapp saw this, and moaned breathlessly into the air.
“Fuck, you’re so hot...”
His lips were on Zapp’s again, and he pried his mouth open to force his tongue inside. Zapp’s voice rumbled in his throat with every gasp and groan directed at him. Leo pulled back with a firm bite to Zapp’s bottom lip and chuckled softly.
“You just got tighter... You like that, Zapp?” Leo teased, continuing to rut their hips together. “You spread your legs for me so fast... How bad did you want me?”
“I wanted you...so fucking much...” Zapp whined, biting his lip as he met Leo’s thrusts. “I wanted your dick inside me... I wanted you to take my ass...”
Zapp paused a moment to close his eyes and catch his breath. When he opened them, he gazed at Leo possessively.
“I wanted to hear you say my name again... Say my name like you fucking own me...”
Leo didn’t stop. Zapp’s words only made him move faster, harder against him. He pounded into Zapp as rough as possible, not even thinking he would break him. Right here, on this bed, he was Leo’s bitch, but that didn’t mean he was made of glass. He was hard and thick and musky and ready to take it all.
“Sex crazed bastard...” Leo growled, reveling in the look on Zapp’s face. The look of satisfaction. Of what it felt like for him to get fucked by Leonardo Watch. “Zapp... Zapp. You’re mine, Zapp...”
He watched Zapp’s lips curl up into a smile as he panted out, “Yeah... Yeah, I am...”
His hips twisted to a better angle, and Zapp’s smile grew wider.
“I’m...the only one...who gets to see Zapp Renfro like this...” Leo hissed in his ear. He desperately wanted it to be true. He wanted to be the only one to have Zapp in this way, to fuck him senseless against his bed. To bend him over and claim his ass. He wanted to keep Zapp’s pleasured face all to himself. All for him.
“All...for me...”
“Hn...! Yes...” Zapp grunted, the look of pure bliss never leaving his face. His eyes strained to stay open as his body took Leo’s thrusts, one after the other. He whispered against him, “I’m all yours, Leo...”
The way Zapp said his name sent a shiver down his spine. A good one. Very good. Leo picked up the pace, now making sure that each time his hips met Zapp’s, there was a sharp slap that echoed through the room. His cock throbbed with every sound, reminders of exactly what they were doing. He couldn’t help but call out the only thing on his mind.
“Zapp... Zapp...!”
“Fucking hell... Leo!” Zapp groaned, and arched his back.
“S-say my name...” Leo stammered before finding his voice again. “Tell me who’s fucking you, Zapp...!”
“Fuck—Leo...!” Zapp was too caught up in the moment to resist anything he said anymore. He called Leo’s name like he was reciting scripture, louder and louder with every mention of him. “Leo... Leo, Leo, Leo!”
And then it finally happened. The tell-tale twitch in his legs. The welling sensation in the pit of his stomach. Leo ached for release, and he ached for Zapp’s. He reached between them and grabbed Zapp’s dick, pumping it furiously in time with his heated thrusts. Zapp squirmed under his touch and cried out. Leo tried to speak, but he was reduced to mindless simpering.
“I’m gonna... I’m gonna cum—I’m gonna cum, Zapp...!”
“M-me, too...” he groaned, tensing slightly. Zapp managed to bring his hands to Leo’s face and stutter out a few last words. “S-stay in... C-cum inside me.”
That was all he needed to hear.
“Zapp...!”
He called out his name once again as he came for the second time that night. Leo winced, feeling this climax hit him harder than the first, and held himself steady. Zapp shivered beneath him, feeling the full force of it all, and came soon after him. In yet another post-coital daze, Leo couldn’t quite tell how soon it was. And he really, really didn’t care.
He was exhausted now, overworking his body after a long day with sex twice in one night. It was going to hit him like a truck tomorrow. Leonardo flopped on top of Zapp, trying to catch his breath. Zapp was also panting heavily, and flicked a finger against Leo’s forehead.
“Hah...hey... Do I look like a rest stop to you...?”
Leo grumbled angrily, but didn’t move. “Sh...Shut up... You...pile of garbage...”
“Ah... Still got some fight left in you, huh?” Zapp chuckled breathily and sighed, “At least get yourself out of my ass.”
Leo grunted and rolled over, pulling out of Zapp. As he lay beside him on the bed, he shivered, suddenly realizing how cold it was without someone else’s body heat. He then heard a rustling sound, and felt a soft warmth envelop him. Leo looked up to see Zapp had thrown the covers on him, and was now lying on his stomach and yawning loudly.
“Get some sleep. You’re gonna need it,” Zapp grunted, closing his eyes.
“But...you...”
“I’ll clean up in the morning,” Zapp told him. He waved his hand in dismissal. “You need to start worrying about things later.”
Leo looked away, knowing he couldn’t help but worry. It was as if it was in his nature, or a learned behavior he’d picked up from back home. He was coaxed out of his thoughts by Zapp’s hand patting his head.
“Thanks...for this,” Zapp mumbled under his breath, still keeping his eyes closed.
“Uh...yeah,” Leo replied, watching as Zapp retracted his hand from his head.
“Night, Leo.”
When Zapp finally settled himself in, Leo returned the sentiment.
“Night...Zapp.”
In the morning, Zapp was the first to get out of bed. He rolled off the mattress and groaned at the body still on it, “Leooo...I’m using your showerrr...”
Leo moaned in return, and waited until he heard the water running before getting up with a stretch and a yawn. He surveyed the scene before him, the remnants of their nightly activities strewn about here and there. He sighed and started picking up the clothes that had been thrown around his apartment. The first thing he noticed was Zapp’s jacket, which had an abundance of condom packets falling out of it as he picked it up.
‘Geez...how many does this guy carry?’ he thought, rustling around the inside to see for himself. When he did, Leo’s fingers brushed against something decidedly metal, not plastic. He pulled out what had caught his attention and found it to be a key. A key he recognized. The key to Zapp’s apartment.
‘But...Zapp said he left his key at some woman’s place last night, didn’t he?’ Leo pondered. He paused. Then he realized something. Zapp had been waiting for him to come home...even though he could have gone to his own home. Had Zapp come to be with him last night? Had Zapp actually wanted to see him...?
Leo clutched the key in his hand and laughed.
‘Heh... Zapp, you asshole...’
Chain noticed that morning that Zapp and Leo smelled like each other. They also arrived together, which they rarely did, meaning they had most likely slept together last night. She noted that neither one smelled like alcohol, so this time it wasn’t one of their drunken flings, which usually made it a little more interesting. However, this time she had a feeling she knew exactly what was up.
“Chain.” Klaus had looked up from his desk and caught her staring. “Is something wrong?”
She shook her head and kept her poker face. “No, sir.”
Chain posited for a moment, and then decided to get the answer herself from Klaus.
“Zapp is supposed to investigate a rather dangerous Blood Breed on his own today, isn’t he?”
Klaus nodded and replied, “Yes, that is correct.”
“Hm... I thought so,” she sighed.
Klaus looked at her in confusion, but Chain was far from confused when it came to the simple mind of Zapp Renfro. She knew that shit-for-brains monkey ass liked to sex it up before a big mission, and lately his conquest of choice was their second newest member. However, as she watched Leonardo strike up a friendly conversation with Zed, she couldn’t help but notice his smile was bigger today. Chain hummed in defeat and returned to her work without a word. There was no way she was going to break that.
Oh, well. Let morons be morons.