AN: Lol! I know what you must be thinking now! "NO! Is she writing another yaoi-fic involving Bayman!". As a matter of fact I do. As you can see on my profile I´m quit devoted to this particular character, and I have always thought that out of the possible DOA yaoi-pairings (actually the possible DOA-pairings in general now that I think of it), this was the most logic one. I know this is not a popular pairing, but I find it one of the most interesting couples ever, so therefor I will publish it no matter what you think.
And oh! Before you start reading, picture Bayman and Leon the way they were drawn in DOA 3/DOA U, because the way they were drawn in DOA 4 is just a pure mockery of their normal hotness.
Make me feel alive
I was sitting on the bed of my hotel room, looking outside the window. What I was doing here I wasn´t entirely sure. In fact, I wasn´t even sure of what I´d been doing all this year safe for the fact I´d spent most of it in the desert.
The desert, yes! The place where I used to spend most of my days when I wanted a rest from my missions, the place I went when I wanted a break from this damn thing called living.
Living? Something I hadn´t been good at for years. Not since... The years gone by had made it easier admitting, both to myself and out loud. Rolande, the woman that´d portrayed life in every single way to me was no longer part of life, and wouldn´t be if I wished myself sick for it. But somehow even though she hadn´t been part of life for years, she´d been the one I´ve spent most of my time with. Visiting the place where she´d died had always given me some sense of peace, some sense of her even though she wasn´t physically there.
But it was if though two and a half year of people that wasn´t physically there had made me start missing the ones that were. This tournament something´d happened, and now three months afterwards it still didn´t leave me.
I remembered the still clothed body underneath my own, the muscles contracting in protest as I straddled him, pressing his wrists to the ground. Fury? Something so very unusual for him, the very image of collectiveness and control.
But this tournament around he´d lost it, launching at me seemingly without a thought behind his attacks. I had countered him easily, wrestling him down to the ground with my superior strength. He had been struggling despite the meaninglessness of it, yelling at me while doing so. "So why don´t you just do something, Leon? Why don´t you just finish what you´ve started?"
But I hadn´t, I hadn´t preformed any of the fatal counter-follow-ups I´d generally preformed on my opponents, I just pressed him to the ground, looking into his face as he slowly lost the mask he´d worn all the years I´d known him.
"Kill me!" he´d screamed, "complete what´s been between us for so long!"
It´d stricken me then how beautiful that face was, even when twisted in fury, how much younger then his age he truly looked, and possibly was.
"Just do... something", at the last words his voice had been a whisper, the expression in those beautiful eyes something that looked yearning almost...desperate?
And I had wanted to do something. Though killing had had nothing to do with it. But instead I´d rose to my feet, slowly turning my back towards him as if though that´d been the correct thing to do. The way our short meetings had always ended, and would always end.
I´d left for the desert, like I´d done every time I´d left the DOA-tournament. But this time it hadn´t been the same. If every time I was in town, I´d longed for the desert, this time when I´d been in the desert I´d longed back to town. For what? For whom?
I closed my eyes, my fingers traveling over the pillow, tracing down as if though it´d been silky skin. But what I grabbed this time around wasn´t ample breasts but...
My mind traveled back to the last tournament I´d participated in. For the first time when I´d fought, I´d actually felt alive, as if though my heart was beating again, for something, for someone. I remembered those blue eyes looking into mine again, the pressure underneath my groin as I kept him locked to the ground. Part of me had wanted to keep him that way, rubbing against him until he pleaded, not to be released, but yes... for some kind of release. Had it been a plea in those otherwise so collected eyes?
When thinking about it, I realized that the same expression might have been present every single time we´d met, even if only fragments of it. But whatever it was... I shrugged my shoulders, it was to late to do anything about it now. I rose from the bed, walking down to the bar. I was leaving tomorrow, so why not enjoy the fact I got first class beer to a shamelessly low prize the last night I was here?
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After sitting at the bar for an hour I had already got enough of the fun. Hanging around with snobs had never really been my cup of tea anyways, and especially not drunken ones. I wouldn´t say I was particularly tired but yes, tired of sitting here. Tired of meeting only faked, pompous, people wherever I went.
I went up the stairs, almost loosing balance. I had drunken a good amount of that beer. But what did it matter? I didn´t really have anything to worry about, especially not in a hotel full of drunken snobs. I opened the door, drawing a deep sigh as I got into the room. Seeing as I hadn´t brought much packing, there wouldn´t be much packing to deal with tomorrow. Just taking of! I sat down on the bed, taking of to where? I thought a good deal of that before drifting of to sleep.
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I had been asleep for two hours when suddenly waking up from violent knocks on my door. I sat up in my bed, furious being robbed of the little sleep I had the chance of getting. Seriously? Who the hell thought they were important enough to makes such noises at twelve o´clock at night?
"Get the hell away from here!" I called out.
Bang!Bang! Bang! I sighed. Apparently some people didn´t know what "get the hell away from here" meant.
Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang! It sounded as if though the person on the other side intended to break the door. I rose from the bed only clad in boxers as the assaults grew worse.
"Okey!" I snarled, "you have three seconds to get your ass out of here or I´ll kick it into your chin!"
I opened the door, ready to show the imbecile I meant business when suddenly becoming speechless.
He was supporting himself against the wall, his black clothes bloody, a bruise on his left cheek.
"Can I come inside?" despite the fact he must have been in pain he gave that significant smirk, "I won´t take long Leon. Just need to wash all this of".
I was so shocked seeing him, I couldn´t get a word out of my lips. Even though he was bloody, bruised, dirty and probably had a band of annoying followers after him I might be forced to fend of, I was yes... happy.
"Sergei...", I starred at him, long and hard. Despite all the dirt, despite all the bruises he still looked so handsome, so... Then all of a sudden the anger came. How dared he show up at this time of night? Without an explanation, without any sense of shame?
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Call me Bayman!" he said, "and as for this", he gestured towards his bloody clothes, "business that long ago stopped being your concern", his voice was filled with a sudden bitterness at the last words.
I starred wide eyed at him before finally coming to my senses. Bayman was standing here, outside my door, wanting my help.
"Come inside!" I gestured towards my room.
"Thank you!" Bayman´s voice was indifferent as he let go of the wall, walking into the room.
I could see he´d been badly injured from the way he was limping. His every step seemed to be torture to him but yet he tried his best to seem as if though it didn´t bother him.
My sweet Sergei, always showing strength no matter what happened to him. Suddenly I felt an overwhelming tenderness, watching him as he sat down on top of the bed.
"So what´s happened to you?" I asked seriously.
"The usual!" Bayman shrugged his shoulders, "tried to get revenge on Donovan. Though this time I got caught, tortured and nearly killed".
He´d said it. Just as if though he´d been talking about a ski-trip. Sure, I´d always considered myself tough, but Sergei... Sometimes I was wondering if he expressed himself this carelessly because he didn´t care or simply because he did.
"Could you borrow me some clothes Leon?" Bayman said calmly, looking down at his own bloody ones, "because as you see..."
"Sure!" I said, "no problem".
"Thanks!" he rose to his feet with more then a slight effort, "So where is the..?"
"Just over there!" I pointed towards the bathroom.
He started unbuttoning his shirt, a grimace on his face as the fabrics went of his shoulders then slowly down his arms.
I didn´t realize exactly how badly he was injured until seeing how the shirt somehow got attached to his elbows, staying there as he bent forwards, rubbing his arm.
"You need help?" I asked with a discresission I didn´t think I possessed.
"No!" he shook his head, "I´m not a baby! I think I can undress myself pretty well."
Despite the sarcasm in his voice I wasn´t willing to believe him. Oh, sweets what have they done to you! Despite the horrors I´d seen in my life the bruises covering his chest made me hurt inside.
I closed my fists! Whoever they were they were going to pay big time for this.
"The bruises were Christies work", he said as if though he´d read my mind, "I gotta hand it to her. Even though she´s not much of an assassin she´s got quit some skills on hand to hand".
That little bitch! If I was ever to find her...
"Don´t bother. It´s none of your concerns anyway", he kept pulling the shirt of his arms, making another grimace all of a sudden, "Aouch!" he muttered.
"I`ll help you!" I decided, walking resolute towards him.
"No, Leon I..."
But I was already standing with my hands on his arms, gently relieving him of the shirt.
"Thank you!" he gave a sigh as he turned towards me, the looks in his eyes sincere and suddenly almost torn.
"No reason!" I nodded seriously, before quickly turning my attention towards his pants, opening the button keeping them together. As I pulled down the zippers I could feel the pressure of his sex against my fingertips and even though I tried my best to stay cool, I couldn´t help feeling those feelings from the last tournament return to me.
I ignored it as I´d learnt to do ever since I´ve become a mercenary as I quickly pulled down his pants, revealing black boxers. His muscular legs as well as his chest were colored in blue here and there. Whoever they were they must have had hell of a time decorating his body.
"Does it hurt?" I asked even though I already knew his answer.
"You know I can´t feel pain anymore Leon!" Bayman snorted.
And also the fact that it wouldn´t be the truth. His blue eyes though cool, were filled with a hidden emotion, a tone of defiance that only I seemed to catch up on.
I shrugged my shoulders as I started working on his shoes, knitting them up carefully. There´s no need to be tough all the time Sergei. I would never say it out loud, but it was the truth or rather what I wished to be the truth. I lifted his feet up carefully as I removed his shoes, slowly pulling of his socks.
I rose to my feet, suddenly aware of his almost naked body. Despite the ugly blue spots he was so damn beautiful, so appealing that all the images from last tournament came back to me. But he was here to be helped, not to live out my perverted dreams on! I quickly went towards the bed, picking up the dark blue towel.
"Here!" I placed it over his shoulders with a tenderness that even surprised myself, "I hope you don´t mind I´ve used it", I hurried saying in a more brusque tone, " I only brought one".
"Leon, I´ve been walking around in mud and blood for half the night", Bayman raised an eyebrow, "what do you think a bit of body-cells are to me?"
"You have a point", I nodded.
Sergei had to be the toughest person I´d ever known. I hadn´t experienced one single event he hadn´t made it through alive. He was probably one of the most exposed people even in our side of society and yet not a single attempt on his life had succeeded. Suddenly, I turned regretful. If only I hadn´t taken of in that way he might not have needed to become that tough.
True, I had no obligations towards someone I only knew from a failed murder attempt. But since I´d nor he´d ever been able to close the circle... I looked at him again.
"Are you sure you can do it?" I frowned as I looked at him limping towards the bathroom.
"What are you taking me for?" he looked back at me calmly, though the pain was badly hidden, "a toddler".
I looked at him in silence for a while before that tormented expression returned to his face.
"Yes thanks!" he said seriously, "I could use some help!"
I nodded as I placed a hand around his waist. He felt so soft and warm against me as he placed his arm around my shoulder. I led him towards the bathroom as I wondered who could have wanted to hurt him so badly. True, I knew how people like us handled business, what we sometimes had to do in order to make people talk but when it was done to him... All kind of reason seemed to disappear once he was involved.
I had never been so intimate with him before. Yes, we´d wrestled and the last fights we´d had, we´d looked more like two lovers in the act then two professional sambo-fighters but I´d never felt his bare skin against me in that manner, never had him so completely dependending on me.
"So how were you planning to handle this one?" he asked as I closed the door behind us, despite the pain, he had that knowing smirk on his face.
Yes, how the hell was I planning to handle this one? I looked into the shower, the space was small and if I was going to help him I would have to...
"There´s only one way to do it", I bit my bottom lip, trying to sound indifferent. I placed my hand on the line of his boxers, looking away as I quickly started removing them from his hips. Even though I tried my best to stay away from it, I could feel that soft skin, those muscles contracting under my fingertips. I closed my eyes as he lifted his feet, carefully stepping out of the black fabrics.
"Thanks Leon!" I heard him whispering.
As I rose to my feet I could see him in all his naked glory. I´ve seen naked men before, I´d been in the men´s locker room in the military and for gods sake I, myself was one but seeing him like that, his muscular yet well proportioned body, the well endowed manliness between his thighs ... I had to think of the most repulsive things I could think of not to grow hard.
"Go on in", I said.
Bayman nodded as he turned his back walking into the shower. How the hell was I going to do this?I bit my lips as I started undressing, constantly facing the wall. There was no other way to do this, so I would have to try for his sake. I took a deep breath as I went into the shower, leaving my boxers on the floor. He had his back turned against me but yet that didn´t seem to make anything better as I was only inches away from his soft skin.
I swallowed hard as I turned the water on, slowly letting it pour over our naked bodies, feeling his firm buttocks against me as the blood poured of his skin. Awkwardly I grabbed the bottle of soap, spreading it out over my fingers.
My hands trembled as they travelled down his chest, soaking in every inch of it. As I felt his muscles tense under that silky skin, I had a hard time keeping my movements under control. It didn´t help that he was so close to me, his cheeks pressing against my groin.
But I did what I was supposed to do, tenderly, perhaps to tenderly rubbing the dirt of his skin.
"You´re enjoying this?" I could almost hear the smirk in his voice.
"You´ll be okey", I said, pretending as if though I hadn´t heard his last comment.
I could feel his nipples stiffening under my fingertips as my movements grew more intense, not helping but feel even more aroused by it. Part of me wanted to please him, wanted to make him loose control the way he´d done during our last encounter. But he didn´t possess the strength for the moment, nor physically nor emotionally.
"Leon", he whispered all of a sudden, his fingertips weakly grabbing at my hands, "I need this!"
I stood quiet, as paralyzed in my movements as he repeated the sentence.
"I need this", his voice had a rare intensity to it as he pressed my hand to his chest.
I could feel his heart beating there almost as hard as mine.
"Please", he whispered.
I nodded as I hugged him tighter to me, slowly taking in his scent as I pressed my lips to his neck. I hadn´t fully realized how much I´d missed him until now, how badly I´d longed for a situation similar to this one. Yes, he was weak but I was going to handle him carefully, as carefully as I´d ever handled any of my plants the times I´d had time for gardening.
"I need you to touch me", he whispered, "I need you to show me I live", his voice was so feeble I didn´t recognize it, so uncharacteristically soft.
I was surprised yes, surprised by his sudden change of attitude but that didn´t mean I´d deny him his request. Where the hell had I been when he´d needed me? I was suddenly mad at myself. Why hadn´t I seen how exposed he´d been all these year, how lonely and targeted? True, he´d once targeted me, but that seemed like such a long time ago, and for whatever reasons they seemed unimportant now.
"Okey", I said, taking a deep breath as my hands traced down his chest to his muscular abdomen. I soaked him in, no rather caressed him. I could feel his body respond to my touch, feel every quiver, hear every pant I drew out of him.
I pressed my lips to his black hair, once again amazed by his softness.
"I´ve missed you", I whispered in his ear, "I´ve wanted to touch you for so long, just hold you in my arms and know... you´re still alive".
"And now I´m here", he said softly, leaning into my chest.
I moved my lips over his neck as my hands glide over his belly, grabbing the part of him that I´d never dared touching before. He was already growing hard under my fingers, the sensation of flesh and hair bringing me to the same state. I grabbed him hard, drawing out a soft pant from him.
"Leon", he whispered.
"Sergei", I whispered into his ear, daring to use his real name.
I drew him to me, letting my other hand slip over his chest as I massaged his most forbidden area the only way I knew how. I kissed his neck, his shoulder, felt his soft shivers as I ignored the growing hardness between my own thighs.
I loved him, and I knew it. I never wanted him to be away from me again. I let my fingers slip all over his body, tenderly rubbing of the rest of the dirt and blood of him, before turning him against me, pressing my lips against his. Kissing him was something that could be compared to liberation, ecstasy but yet peace. His lips were warm, soft despite the dryness caused by the dried blood covering them seconds before.
I breathed heavily as he pressed himself closer to me, pushing against my now full errection.
"Want to get to bed", I whispered as our hardened sex ground together.
"Yes!" he whispered back.
And I led him out of the shower, slowly, carefully despite my urge to touch him, to finally get the chance to explore that beautiful body. I laid him down on top of the bed as gentally as I´d ever handled Rolande, taking a long look at him.
"What is it?" he smirked, "affraid to touch?"
"I just can´t see how anyone´d want to hurt something this beautiful", I shook my head, looking seriously at the bruises over his naked body, "sure you can handle this?"
His facial expression softened, an almost sweet look in his blue eyes.
"The drugs they gave me wore of", he said calmly, "and the blood is not mine, it´s from my captores. As for Christies snake-fists, they´ll pass over. But for my lust...", he grinned, "the longer you make me wait, the worse I´m suffering. Leon...", his blue eyes looked deep into mine, "I´ve been waiting for this for far to long. I want you to touch me now".
"And I will", I nodded seriously as I bent over him, slowly moving back to kiss his bruised lips. They felt so good against mine, as if though they had always been meant to be there.
I felt his arms around my neck all of a sudden, gently pulling me towards him. And I let him, carefully placing my leg on each side of him, supporting myself against the bed not to crush his already wounded shape with my weight.
"Don´t worry", he whispered softly, "they didn´t break anything".
"They better not", I snarled, more to myself then him.
After that I mended my lips with his again, kissing as if though my life depended on it. I could feel his arms closing around me again, once again feeling his hardness underneath my own. It took all of my strength to hold back, not throwing myself all over him, but I caressed his face with my hands only slowly thrusting against him as he hungrily returned my kisses.
Don´t hurt him Leon, I thought while feeling his soft skin and hard muscles against my own, never hurt him again. As our bodies melted together, it wasn´t mainly my arousal that drove me. Being close to another person after all this time, getting to feel a warm body against mine, getting to share affections and further more love with someone who was willing to reply meant more to me then words could say, and for this someone to be Sergei...
"Faster please, Leon", he whispered in my ear, "I thought I was done being tormented for a while".
"I´m so glad you´re still alive", I said softly, "I´m never adventuring your wellbeing again".
"Please adventure it", he begged, placing his hands on top of my cheeks, keeping me locked to his body.
His eagerness mingled with the feeling of his hardened sex against mine, drove me nigh crazy, and the kiss he placed on my neck didn´t help very much.
"Please?" he whispered again.
And after a moment of hesitation I obeyed, speeding up my movements. The soft pants from below me made me want to take this to whole new levels, but I´d promised not to hurt him, and I intended to keep that promise.
"Leon", he moaned as I kissed his neck, his need for release even more evident.
I only replied by sucking at the base of his neck, causing him to pant even faster as I ground against him.
"Damn you Leon", he whispered, a smile on his lips before he mended our mouths together again.
His tongue felt warm against my own as the kiss deepened, the feeling of his arms surrounding me comforting, sweet. If I had my way he would fall asleep in my arms tonight, and then take of with me tomorrow. But given his indecisive nature that was an alternative I didn´t dare beliving in.
"What are you doing?" he panted as I stopped my movements, moving my hips from his.
"Taking care of you", I said.
I could feel him shivering as my lips hit his chest, his skin vibarating with every move I made.
"Damn it, Leon!" he whispered as I placed my lips around his nipple, "where do you get all this from?"
"I guess I´m just talented", I grinned as my lips traced down his muscular abdomen.
Feeling his muscles contract underneath his silky skin, hearing his heavy breaths was something I´d only felt in my dreams. How these dreams had come into my life I couldn´t really remember. If it was from loneliness, a growing attraction, a craving for closeness or all three of them I wasn´t quit sure, and nor did it matter.
"What is this?" I stopped in my movements to look at the scar on his lower abdomen.
"What is what?" he frowned as I looked him in the eyes.
"Did they do more to you then beating and drugging you?" I asked seriously.
"That Leon", he gave a meaningful smirk, "you don´t remember that?"
I looked at him in silence. Was that something I should remember?
"A souvenire from our last meeting in Russia", he raised an eyebrow.
"I´m sorry", I took a deep breath. How could I have forgotten?
"Well", he chuckled, "if someone went at me with a knife, I´m quit sure I´d cut him back. After all, you only left me a scratch".
My only reply was kissing the scar as gently as I could. I knew it wouldn´t make it go away, or make the grudge between us undone, but maybe just maybe it would make him understand that I wanted it undone.
"Leon, you´re far to hard on yourself", he said softly, "you couldn´t help the fact I was a recentful, vengeful, little brat, could you?"
"I shouldn´t have left you", I shook my head, "you´ve always needed, certainty, stability, care".
He shook his head in response, chuckling again.
"I´ve always needed to grow up", he said, "and I think that now finally I might. Why would you stay behind and fight for a lost cause, I mean how could I expect you to..."
His words were interupted by a loud moan as I took him in my mouth, gently stroking his most private area with my lips. Talking he could do later, satisfying him was way more important now.
The feeling of him inside of my mouth, his increased breaths, the feeling of him so utterly leaving the control to someone else...
"Damn you, Leon!" he murmured as I took him out of my mouth, slowly caressing him with my tongue.
I could hear his pants as I continued pleasing him. I liked him like this, so vulnerable, so alive. So hard, yet so fragile in my mouth.
He let out a loud moan as I reached my hand in between his thighs, lightly squeezing the softer parts of him. I could feel his muscles contracting as I kissed the innerside of his thigh, before taking him back in my mouth again.
I had never got so much reaction out of him before, not even in the worst of battles, not even, god forbid...in the moment that caused him the uggly scar on his abdomen.
Another stroke of my lips and he let go, giving out a loud moan as the evidence of his pleasure filled my mouth and hand.
"Damn you, Leon!" he murmured softly.
I grinned as I looked at him.
"Like I suspected", I said, "you´re not more then human".
I carefully licked up the signs of his release from my hand as I laid down next to him, wrapping my arms around his warm body.
"You´re still hard", he raised an eyebrow as he looked down at my still full erection, "I think you need help with that".
Before I knew it, his thigh was rubbing against me, his hand travelling down my chest. I breathed heavily as his lips covered mine again, stopping me from any possible attempt of protest. As he deepened the kiss, his thigh was replaced by a hand, eagerily massaging my errection.
"You need relief", he smiled teasingly, "I´m guessing you haven´t had any in a really long time".
I was surprised. I´d never expected him to have it in him to speak so boldly, but whatever he was saying he was right. I held my breath as he grabbed me harder.
"I´ve missed you", he whispered before kissing my neck.
I moaned as his hand found the softer parts of me, his warm body pressing harder against my own. I didn´t know if it was his touch or the fact that he was lying naked in my arms, but I let go quickly, giving a long sigh.
"That was fast", he chuckled as he licked his fingers of, "but you don´t taste half bad".
I wrapped my arms around him again, kissing him hard. I was never letting him go again, no matter what came my way.
"I´m sorry", I murmured against his black hair, "I never meant for it to be this way".
He didn´t answer me, just laid quiet in my arms.
"Will you stay here tonight?" I whispered.
He was quiet again for a while before answering.
"Leon, where the hell am I supposed to go?" he said, "I´m not even sure I´ll be able to walk out of here by myself by tomorrow".
"Don´t worry", I held him close to me, "I will have to leave this hotel tomorrow. But I will make sure you´re safe".
"How?"
"I´ll think of something".
I didn´t know what that something would turn out to be, but whatever it was it was going to happen and no matter where I was taking of, I was making sure to bring him with me. If he wanted it that was. Did he want it? I pondered a good deal about that before letting sleep claim me.
AN: Ok? So what did you think. I´m planning to add another chap (though I don´t know when) to explain some things in DOA 2 and DOA 3 that didn´t quit come forth nor in the game nor in this chap, though I am not quit sure.
