A/N: So this little story was inspired by a writing buddy, RobertCop3, and a single line asking something about Duo Lon and Leona's intimacy-and I had answered "Absolutely, with no hesitation." (The line had come from something mentioned in his own fic, Physical Perfection, which couples Iori with Leona; you should totally read it, btw, it's really good!)
So given my brain works in weird ways rather than it just being a one-off comment, it turned into a story surrounding it for *some* reason. It probably takes place fairly soon after their last session-a week and a half or or so. (I imagine moving forward they try to get together a couple of weekends a month, when their rather busy schedules allow.)
I'm gonna need ya'll to be at least a little mature for this one since it deals with the subject of period sex(that really shouldn't be a weird subject, if you want my honest opinion)-including the foreplay part-but with my possibly clumsy attempts to make it straight up stimulating and as 'non-fetishy' as possible, since I don't think it needs to be fetishized. I think it's just, like, normal?
But if the idea of a guy going down on his friend during that time of the month-purely for pleasure's sake-weirds you out, then, better keep away here.
So anyway, enjoy this oneshot that resulted from a single comment! (As an aside, their sex in general does get a little rough, but it's consensual roughness on both sides.)
Finally, this is in the pre-XI timeline. Those from the Past are still out and about, and Leona is basically sitting out the next tournament on desk duty due to 03.
The rock bar was small and just a little smoky, but also well out of the way...which suited them both.
Leona got the message sooner than she thought she would. While they had first spent some proper time together a little more than three weeks ago at the party, and had just seen about a week and a half before, Duo Lon wasn't, to her knowledge, due back for at least another week. Adel would invite him over regularly; the two became close friends after the previous months of rather hectic battles they shared. Seirah had grown close with the assassin as well, since he had come through for her with no hesitation while Adelheid had been trying to defeat his inner demons. To them, he was a steadfast friend, a companion that they missed dearly when he was gone on his shadowy-and often bloody-endeavors.
To Leona...Duo Lon meant much more than she could say behind closed doors. But here, she was meeting him as a drinking partner and friend. A couple of drinks after her long week would go down very nicely.
Checking around, she spotted him at the end; some rather harsh music played, as it seemed to be more of an underground place-much to his liking. She wasn't arguing, as she hated bright, loud clubs. The pair of them were quite introverted-Leona much more so-but this only bonded them further.
He wore a sleeveless shirt as he often liked to when he was out and about in the summer; he still had his moderate sized black travel bag with him, as if he had just gotten in not too long before and came here before anywhere else. Draped over the stool next to him was his rich, embroidered coat, which he simply seemed to be carrying with him from wherever he had come from. His hair was surprisingly not in its usual braid, but instead pulled into its long, doubled-up tail, which still reached the middle of his back; this told her that he had been fairly wound down today. The sleeves of his shirt were cut very low, making it easy to see everything. His tattoos were very noticeable, and you could even see some of his worst scars.
It tended to keep people away from him, almost as much as the man's very menacing presence itself did. He frightened most people who didn't know him in general.
In front of him was a drink-from where she was standing, it seemed to be a greenish color. Absinthe, she thought. Very strong, though nowadays it was a far cry from the drink of the myths, mostly just being stiff. He had a fairly exceptional alcohol tolerance, though; it was unlikely even two glasses would give him a buzz, sixty percent alcohol or no. Next to him was a glass of some amber-colored liquid, which she could almost taste.
He turned toward her, smiling softly as he lit his pipe.
"Hello," he said.
"You're back early," she said, smiling back at him, looking at the glass. "Bourbon," she said, sniffing it. "Thanks." She usually preferred a glass or two of that while she was out. He had gotten her a double.
"Of course," he smiled. "And yes. I had...work in Frankfurt," he mentioned, sipping his glass. "So I came in a few days before I had originally planned. I got off the train not long ago, and just came here first."
She knew exactly what he meant by 'work', though was unsure who the unfortunate target was-not that it mattered, but knowing his general situation, he probably had taken it upon himself to remove one of his now good friend's enemies after some of the fallout that had likely hit after his spring adventures.
She simply let it be, pulling into the seat next to him. She wore her shorts and her tank top this evening, as it was still stiflingly hot out, even at around five-somehow, the heat never bothered Duo Lon enough that he would wear anything else but long, black trousers with his boots, though he would at least drop his larger, elaborate coat. The bar's dim lights and cool air conditioning felt like a blessing, and the first hit of bourbon hit her throat nicely.
"Anything new here?" he asked. "It...hasn't been that long, I know."
She shook her head. "Nothing. On my end, it's slow. Maybe a couple of tiny leads...but then they dried up. Heidern and Adel are still going nuts trying to track that cult down."
He nodded knowingly, swirling his drink as he took a small puff of the pipe. The bartender-a long-haired man with about a week's growth of scruff and a faded band shirt-brought a bowl of thickly-cut sourdough pretzel pieces over to the pair. While there was no jukebox here, he kept a fairly good mix of harsh heavy metal going, albeit at a low enough volume that you could actually hold a conversation.
The tall man peered over at her after a few moments of silence, smiling softly. "I hope you can get out and about again soon."
She smiled back at him; it was almost sad. "I hope so too." She gave his arm the briefest of squeezes, though went back to her drink. The two of them simply sat quietly for the time being as the music played, the din of an odd conversation-generally in German-popping up around them.
"Staying at the Sky Noah, I guess?"
"Of course," he said.
"I'll try to stop by again," she said, a small smile on her face. "I loved the match last time."
He grinned a bit at that. "One of the few people I actually enjoy fighting for fun. The other being Shanghai's God of War himself," he chuckled.
"Have you seen him lately?"
"Not for several weeks. Two months, I'd say. We keep in touch every so often. He's more stuck in his area. I travel a lot."
She nodded. "We usually do-we've just been stationed here for business as of late due to the investigations." Sipping more of the bourbon, the blue-haired woman smiled at it. "You know, this is really good for a back-alley heavy metal bar," she mused, looking up at him.
The assassin nodded knowingly and finished his absinthe, but motioned that he would like one more; the man gave it to him as he liked it. Duo Lon did not opt for the variant with the sugar and water-he simply took it with an ice cube. It was bitter, but he did not mind.
Leona was still enjoying her double shot of the bourbon; she would probably just stop at one for now.
"Are you hungry?" he asked her suddenly.
"I can eat properly later," she said, grabbing a handful of the salty snack left on the bar. "These should work for now."
Duo Lon did the same, sipping the bright green, anise-flavoured spirit in between bites as he smiled at one of the songs that came on; a band he recognized. He was happy to find a place that played some incredibly underground stuff.
Leona, too, smiled. "I remember this," she said.
"Already able to place the songs, then?" he smiled.
"Not quite...but I'm starting to recognize them by sound."
"More than what most can do," he chuckled.
Their silence in between chats was more than comfortable. They didn't always have to be talking, and that was just fine.
The soldier eventually made her way through her bourbon; setting it down, she grabbed a few more of the pretzels, stretching. Duo Lon noticed her muscle tone as she moved; he allowed himself to check them out as they sat. Turning, she noticed him and smiled.
"Are you almost done?" she asked.
"About," he said. "Hotel first, and then food?"
"I think so. This heat gets to me. I think I just like lounging around the room."
"I don't blame you," he said, a smile tugging once again at the corner of his lips.
"Wouldn't mind coming back here after we eat, though, for one more, maybe."
"Of course. We can go to the Sky Noah after. Or back to the hotel. Up to you."
She thought for a moment at that; she hadn't spent the night with him since the attic at the big Victorian house that the summer party was held at...and it would be nice to perhaps do that again.
"We'll see," she said softly...a knowing smile on her lips.
Finishing his absinthe-the strong spirit warming his throat as it went down, he nodded to the bartender, throwing some money onto the counter before grabbing his things in one arm. He took the pipe in his other hand after pausing briefly to pack it; he would smoke some of it on the way back to the hotel, which was about six blocks away.
"Let's go," he said, heading out of the bar into the humid early evening, shielding his eyes from the sun.
They made it back to their familiar room, after taking a couple of stops on the way back for a few things to restock her suite's fridge with. Both of them were familiar with living while traveling-hotels were commonplace, though at least with the Ikaris they would get a barracks to stay in every so often, depending on where they were located.
Most of them actually liked the hotels, given they generally got very nice rooms and proper food rather than shared barracks and rations. Leona, being introverted, much preferred the privacy of a hotel. Duo Lon also preferred a hotel-when he was in Germany these days, he would stay at the Sky Noah, but sometimes when he was out on a more distant job, he didn't mind camping somewhere for a night, as he could get comfortable anywhere.
The air was turned on rather high, giving them relief as they walked in; Duo Lon immediately made a beeline for the bed as he leaned against the headboard, his hands behind his head. He had placed the extra large coffee cup on the nightstand-which they had also gotten from the hotel's cafe before coming up-and crossed his incredibly long legs in front of him. Duo Lon was a tall man, and his legs had a massive reach. He could have a man on the ground, his neck broken, before he even could get close enough to strike.
They could even match Adelheid's reach...and that was before he started the really weird stuff where he could seemingly displace them. Which, to be fair, he didn't use in sparring.
She always found it funny how his fighter's attributes stuck out so much to her, including when they had first met; but given her life...she wasn't that surprised when she thought about it.
"Finally," he said. "Been traveling quite a bit the past couple of days."
"It's tiring, I know," she said, sitting next to him with her legs crossed; neither had even taken off their boots yet. He took his pipe case out and set it on the nightstand next to him along with some of the water he had brought up, as well as one of the books he was reading-another occult based one. Taking one last moment to fling his sleeveless shirt off, he then just laid back, finally letting comfort overtake him as he put his hands back behind his head.
"You want a nap?" she asked, smiling at him. At this point, Duo Lon was one of the people she would freely smile around.
"I'm fine," he said. "Once this coffee hits me I should feel better."
"Did you sleep?"
"Somewhat."
"It's harder, isn't it. With the sun."
He nodded, opening his eyes again to look at her. "I adjust, but it's not quite as restful this time of year." He sipped some of the coffee that was sitting next to him, as she did the same; she held hers between her crossed legs while holding onto the cup. Duo Lon took his black, usually, while Leona liked to have some sugar in hers, though not much.
"Can I ask what Frankfurt was about?"
He snorted, a slightly dark smile on his face. "Adel was a little worried about Rose-while he of course trusts Seirah there with her, he wanted to make sure that there was nothing going on with the strange cult."
"There were some things we heard, yeah. Nothing came of it, unfortunately." She knew she was able to speak about this with him. Some of the unit's classified stuff wasn't mentioned to anyone-hell, even Heidern knew things the rest of the unit didn't-but this was at least able to be brought up in their immediate circles.
He nodded. "Her condition got somewhat confused, which is why he was concerned. But...while he was indisposed, a few of the guys who had managed to escape the large purge last month decided to pop up in Frankfurt. He heard about it through some of his contacts. As much as he trusts Seirah with his own and his family's life, he didn't feel right leaving at that moment, especially if Those from the Past finally decided to show up. So...he asked me to help out."
Leona looked down, scratching her head. She was trying to hide her smile; she shouldn't be smiling, but...there was something about the nonchalant way he would discuss this. We all have our dark sides, she thought. She disliked killing, but she also knew the people they had dealt with were despicable trash...and she liked this dangerous side to Duo Lon.
"I take it they weren't much to deal with."
He just snorted laughter at that. "I had more trouble cleaning the blood off after." He shook his head. "They didn't even see it coming. Still...left alone, they could have sprouted more heads. Adel didn't want to take that chance...but he didn't want to leave. It was the least I could do."
"Does he...pay you?"
"He tried," the assassin said. "I told him to keep his money this time, and that one day I might need a favor, and just to be there if he can. I trust him. He gives me room and board whenever I come to Germany, anyway, and thanks to him I end up with first class flights now. We're more than even."
She smiled at that.
They sat, listening to the gentle hum of the central air. Duo Lon debated putting on some music as he finished his cup of coffee, setting it aside; Leona set hers aside as well when she was done.
But before he could move, the blue-haired soldier touched his arm; she had started to feel...things. He raised his eyebrows at her, taking his long nail and sliding it down her chin ever so lightly.
She moved toward him as he sat there with his other hand behind his head. Not even saying a word, she leaned forward...and for once, decided to instigate a kiss...which he returned in full. A hand slid behind his head, her fingers tangling in his thick hair. While it started light, they moved rather quickly into their tongues starting to probe at one another-it stayed deep for a few moments as she finally drew back, her lower lip in his mouth a moment until he let it go and teased her lips with the tip of his tongue, flickering it ever so quickly...causing her to shiver. She then sighed as he tapped under her chin with his nail.
"I missed you," she said after a few moments.
"Same," he replied, gently dragging his nail under her chin.
"More than just this," she said...though not making any attempt to move him. "Even at the bar."
He stopped a moment, giving her a warmer smile than he would usually give to a person. Now, his large hand caressed her face instead.
"That, too," he said, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "Company is thin for me during downtime." He sat up, shifting his position.
"Let's take advantage of it," she said softly. She laid back on the bed, looking up at him, her eyebrows raising once.
"We can have dinner later," he grinned down at her, moving to kiss her rather deeply...his nails teasing her again as she shivered. They showed different emotions in different bursts...and right now, Leona was quite turned on. Extremely turned on, to be sure. But…
...For now she would just continue. She would breach the subject later, and then take care of him.
Duo Lon then decided to lay back as Leona moved to sit across his waist; she could already feel the start of something happening in his trousers, which made her laugh softly. They were an interesting pair-before they had gotten together, they had little to no sexual interest in anything. After they had started to get physical in the attic at the party...while outside of the bedroom they were friends who would do fairly mundane things together, or visit Adel and Whip together at the Sky Noah so the four of them would hang out-inside the bedroom they were insanely physical. Rough hands, clawing, biting...blood would even be drawn, albeit just a little.
They were two trained killers who found immense solace in one another-both of whom had dark instances in their past which they would rather forget...but at least if they remembered, they could remember together.
Leaning forward, she reached over to take his hair out of its long double-tail as he lifted his head long enough for her to do so; she liked when he'd have his hair down, as there was just so much of it. Smiling as she leaned forward to inhale-it still smelled nice, as he would take care of it well in the morning-she then went over to his ear to begin to nip at it, tugging at the lobe as she traced her lips around to his where he met her in a deep, hungry kiss again.
They were both getting quite ready.
Duo Lon's hands went toward her back; she leaned back so he could take her hair down as well, enabling it so he could run his hands through it more easily. Running his deadly hands up her spine, she smiled, arching her back-seeming more overall comfortable with the situation, even compared to the past times they were together. Each time, she seemed to loosen up even more-which he liked to see.
Sitting up again-still across his waist, she traced her hands down his chest, running her hands over the pale, cool skin and over the hard muscle. She traced over his stomach, and also over the large scars. Her hands moved up more to trace over his nipples as well, which made him smirk slightly and moan low, arching his head back as he closed his eyes. Her warm touch-with her nails slightly grown in and her fingers rougher than a lady's would normally be, given to her life of combat-made him exhale deeply, content...and certainly, at this point, turned on.
He was soon going to be pleasuring her in earnest.
Pulling her down for a rough kiss one more time, letting his nails dig into her back until she moaned, he let her up so they could begin to start getting some clothes off-which he sensed was coming rather quickly. She shifted, moving off of him to reposition some.
It was completely unspoken-they could have gone to eat first, and then to the Sky Noah...but the two could tell by the way they exchanged glances in the bar exactly what they wanted to do first.
Leona untied and slid her boots off, kicking them to the floor; she was now down to her trousers, socks and tank top. He knew that she was hesitant to completely undress, though he always tried to make her as comfortable as possible...like he did using his hair when the four of them were in the hot tub. He figured when she was ready to do so, she would. No matter how much of her that he had seen by now-up to and including performing rather extensive sessions of oral sex on her-he understood that she could be hesitant about things. She was really confused at this herself while in the attic, even amusingly so; especially given he had spent the better part of half an hour with his head between her legs, but Duo Lon simply understood and they did most things half-dressed that night. He had told her that sometimes things could be funny like this-if she was perfectly comfortable with him going down on her, but not undressing completely, it was no problem.
She had appreciated this; she imagined others may have thought it downright weird.
Now he moved so that he was kneeling over her, one leg on either side. He settled on top of her while grabbing her wrists-one in each hand-holding them over her head as he grinned down at her, his long bangs somewhat tickling her. He allowed his surprisingly long tongue to slide out to tease her lips from enough of a distance away that she couldn't quite reach him. Her breathing growing much heavier, she moved her head forward-trying to fight against his grasp so he would tighten it-to capture his mouth in a kiss, which he finally dipped his head to meet her in. He felt her pulse quicken as he held her arms there as she became more excited at the whole situation.
He tightened his legs around her as well as she moaned-he traced his lips to her arm, kissing up the more sensitive underside, always liking how firm the muscle felt. She shivered at the feel of his cool lips; the kisses were feathery-light, and only served to knot her stomach in anticipation for more.
Their hands found each other's bodies again; it was something they liked, to touch each other a lot. It was almost like the two of them needed to be exposed to each other to see what was hiding inside when it came to intimacy, since before then there was little of it, except for an odd thought or use of their hand. But somehow, once they had bared their darker sides to one another, something had just clicked into place. Sliding down more, he kissed around her stomach and sides again, making her writhe beneath him, pausing to dip his tongue around her navel, kissing lower. He sat up when he heard her start to moan louder.
When he stood up-still holding her-her legs snapped around the tall man's waist and they met in another kiss; it quickly deepened as their mouths opened more. He nipped at her lower lip with his incisors, drawing it into his mouth a few moments before breaking away again as his arms tightened some, causing her to grunt, feeling some of his nails digging in slightly.
There was something enticing about feeling like she could hardly escape right now.
Leona dragged her lips down his neck, nipping at his pale, cool skin...though eventually pulling back a moment, looking at him...suddenly somewhat reserved from her previous actions.
Duo Lon tilted his head to the side, still holding her.
"I'm...sorry. I…" she looked off to the side, scratching her head.
"Are you alright?" His face was somewhat concerned.
"I...it's sorta that time of the month?" she said, chuckling. "I...should have maybe mentioned it earlier, but..." She was incredibly horny-she was one of those people whose hormones during this time only made things a lot more intense. Experiencing his touch and actions right now had set a ball of fire smoldering in the pit of her stomach and a definite throb in her midsection...that put the other two times to shame...but she would try to recover.
She even thought that she would just help him out and be done with it; the feeling would eventually pass.
"Why stop?" he asked, a genuinely confused look on his face.
"I mean…" she blinked, now somewhat confused herself. "I didn't think you'd want to…"
He shrugged, a small smile on his face. "What makes you think I'd mind?"
Leona shook her head a moment, a bit surprised. Usually this sort of thing...didn't happen, she thought. "Well...I'm sure it'll work? I might need a little lube, I'm not sure...given you might not want to, you know..."
"I don't think that will be a problem," he interrupted, his voice low as he kissed up her neck, using his teeth a little himself. He allowed his deft tongue to flicker under her ear, teasing her.
"I mean...I...you…" she looked off to the side and coughed, though she did not stop him. She almost flushed at that, after realizing exactly what he was implying.
It...wouldn't? Though even as she thought to herself, her hands slid down his back, down the claw-like scars.
Duo Lon looked at her for a moment, an almost wicked grin on his face; the two together certainly showed another side to one another they didn't show anyone else...not even their closest friends, the few they counted. The grin softened after a moment, his look taking on a more gentle countenance.
"If you find it uncomfortable, I can stop," he said softly. "It's not a problem. But I will pleasure you however you like."
Smiling, she brought her head up to kiss him a few more times as his nails raked lightly down her back again, causing her to shiver.
She motioned for him to set her down; upon doing so, she went quickly into the bathroom to grab a couple of towels before tossing them onto the ground-one was damp. Sliding down, she beckoned him as he slid toward her on his hands and knees as she sat there. Seeing his sleek, muscular body low toward the ground-his hair draped around as he crawled up to her-somehow gave her a primal urge in the pit of her stomach to just let him ravage her again, only even more than he had before.
"Damnit," she muttered as she grabbed his face to kiss him again deeply, allowing his nails to run around her neck as she moaned lightly. His absolute readiness despite everything inflamed the feeling between her legs even more than it was.
He chuckled low in his throat, kissing up her chest to her neck-flickering his tongue over it quickly-as he began to slide her trousers off.
"Hang on," she said, panting. "Let me...get ready."
He nodded as she stood to head to the bathroom. He sat back and slid any other clothing he had on off, save for only his trousers. He waited patiently as Leona came out-her own trousers and underwear off, though her tank top was still on-but she was clearly not wearing a bra. She had paused to clean up the best she could-she hadn't been that bad, truth be told-and slid down on the towel. She was still a little unsure, but as he knelt back over, one hand reaching her trimmed mound to rub it gently with his fingertips as he kissed her hard, she began to loosen up again.
His hands went over her torso, tracing the finely toned muscle of her abdomen as hers ran over his shoulders and his own muscle that she enjoyed, covered with the tattoos. She always came back to the claw marks, lightly letting her fingers dance over them as he occasionally moaned.
Duo Lon then leaned in to kiss her stomach as his hand continued to rub her, allowing his fingertips to part her as he was mindful of his nails down there, as he would always be.
Wanting nothing more than to make her writhe in pleasure again, he made his way down, though her legs started to instinctively close in a bit of self consciousness. Despite the fact he had been there before-and had made her come incredibly hard more than once-the situation being a bit different made her more reserved, which he understood...so he took a slower approach.
He started to simply deliver light kisses onto her thighs for several moments, tracing slowly toward her center-a contrast to the roughness he had basically started with their last session-it served to soothe her and let her know that there was, indeed, nothing wrong with this. That it was natural, and that she had nothing at all to worry about.
When he reached her midsection he simply let his long tongue stroke her from bottom to top for a time, easing her into things, making sure she was comfortable with it; she let out shaking, light moans at the feel. Leaning in, he gripped her thighs and started to allow his rough fingertips and nails to dig in some as he rested against her midsection, his tongue still giving her long, slow strokes. He would blow slightly, allowing the cool air to contrast her heat, which, in conjunction with his tongue, started to drive her wild.
Exhaling and starting to get a little more vocal at the feeling of the wet strokes and her incredible sensitivity right now-her hormones and increased blood flow were driving her up the wall beyond even the previous two times they were together-when he looked up at her questioningly, seemingly asking her if she wanted him to go all in, she just buried her hands in his endless hair, pulling him forward slightly.
Duo Lon took that as a resounding "yes."
He leaned down and pressed closer, his long and highly maneuverable tongue beginning to rub her harder in earnest; her feminine scent and taste were more pronounced, but that only served to drive him a little more wild with a low, sensual growl. He had every intention of driving her mad with pleasure knowing just how much more sensitive she was, and also now that he knew more of what she liked, he could deliver an even better time than he had before. He knew pleasure and intimacy were fleeting for her, and he thought she deserved every bit of what she could get. They knew that they would perhaps only get to see two, maybe three weekends a month-the latter if they were lucky-so he would make sure that his friend got as much as she could during that time.
Leona's low moans and gasps grew louder as she sat against the wall, Duo Lon stimulating her with his mouth, tongue and even gently with his teeth in ways that she wasn't sure if she had felt him do before-or if this was just her heightened sensitivity talking. She kept one hand firmly slid into his soft, abundant hair while her other raked down his back, allowing her own nails to dig into him some. She knew the trained and hardened killer in front of her liked it a little rough, but her own gut almost twisted-in a good way-at how that same killer was more in tune with her than anyone she had met; probably because they were, in some ways, alike. She wasn't quite sure what that said about her , but she didn't really think about it.
There was something also absolutely arousing about him just not caring right now about her state; to him, it was just like any other time he would pleasure her.
Pulling back a moment-a definite coppery taste in his mouth, but given he had drawn blood from their last rough session, it was nothing he at all minded-he moved forward to draw her clit into his mouth to begin to suck it as his hand went low to gently stimulate her opening with his thumb, still, of course, mindful of the nail. He felt her legs wrap around him more as he did this, pulling his hand away to run over her thighs and stomach again as he would, pushing his mouth forward to lash his tongue around her soaked folds. He had definitely not remembered her being this turned on before, but it only aroused him more as he continued lapping, her taste filling his mouth as he swallowed some of the honey he had gathered on his tongue. One hand reached down for a moment to free himself from his trousers, to give himself a little more room down there.
He didn't really plan on moving anytime soon.
Leona's hands were still between his hair and tracing his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around her waist and laid there; it was a sign that he was looking to get himself in a comfy spot.
Which he did. With her legs on either side of him she had a rather good view; he glanced up at her a moment, making eye contact as he slid his long, twisting tongue up inside of her repeatedly, practically fucking her with the appendage, much to her intense pleasure.
" God...It...feels so good," she barely whispered, shaking at his actions. She felt him biting at her again, before drawing back to suck at the heated, soaked center, swallowing the already large amount of honey he had coaxed out of her. Her mind wandered for a few moments thinking about how she felt rather lucky that he was not only really fucking good with his mouth, but that he also loved using it.
He moaned low in his throat as he kept at her, tugging again at her clit with his teeth as he sucked at it, his tongue rolling against it as he felt her begin to shiver hard-he knew he was about to bring her over soon, though he sort of wanted to prolong it a little. He slid his tongue back inside again, stimulating any sensitive spots inside of her before he tickled the opening with the tip; as he felt her grab his head to push him closer, he decided to finally give her what she wanted, sucking hard at her clit again until he felt her shudder and release, gasps escaping her lips as she came rather hard.
"Fuck, " she muttered again, thrusting her hips into him. "Don't stop."
Her orgasm tore through her body in waves, stemming from her heated, soaked sex. The orgasm really was more intense, taking several moments to pass; her body felt incredible relief when it finally did...but she also wanted a little more.
He didn't stop-he kept going until he was satisfied she was relieved...but he then continued, knowing that he could coax another one out of her. He had before, after all.
"Mmm...more…?" she whispered, rubbing his head, her lids heavy.
Her words made him smile as he pulled back to lick his lips and thrust his long, writhing tongue up into her again; it meant that she was far enough past her barrier that she was comfortable during all of this by now. As his hands slid around her, one reached her side again, caressing it, his nails dancing over the muscle for some time before it slid down.
Leona's own hand that had been scratching at his back and shoulder slid down his arm, her own fingertips reaching his hand to stroke it.
Pushing forward, resting against the trim, blue hair between her legs, his tongue slowed down, gently running up and down her for a few moments. He slid it around her folds, dipping inside to pull it back into his mouth, honey visibly clinging to it as he pushed his face forward to suck a bit more at her clearly aroused womanhood, swallowing. He pushed forward again, picking up the pace after a few moments of lighter teasing-this seemed to serve well for stoking the heated feeling between her legs all over again.
Looking up at her again as he continued pleasuring her, still pressed close to her midsection as his skilled tongue worked around-he held his large hand up slightly, touching her fingers with his own. Within a few moments, she interlocked her fingers with his, holding his hand tightly for the first time as she smiled softly down to him, her body shivering-she was left highly sensitive from her first orgasm, and he was on his way to giving her a second.
This did not take too much longer; once Duo Lon had begun to tease her low with the tip of his tongue, he brought it back up to swirl again around her clit. Sucking it rather for a few moments more caused her hips to thrust against him and for her to mutter under her breath as she came again-and much more strongly this time, her body wracked with pleasure.
"God...yes…" she whispered, her free hand firmly on his head, rubbing it as he pushed into her. He began to gently rake his teeth over the sensitive skin again as she came, causing her to almost growl herself in sheer passion.
She glanced down at him, his eyes closed as he drank her in for the second time-his free hand running his nails down her back. He was always careful not to scratch her old injuries-to him, those were from battles she had won, and they were hers. She never inquired into why he did this-he never even mentioned it-as he himself did not mind her scratching anywhere on him.
He finished, running his tongue around his mouth several times as he pulled back, kissing her thighs and resting against them. There were, no doubt, some reminders of his actions given the sheer intensity that he delved into her with; while there wasn't a ton of blood, there was definitely some, but it wasn't like he cared at all. Given her initial hesitation, she seemed rather comfortable with it as well-Leona did not like blood in battle, but this...was different, as was the blood drawn from the times they had bit and scratched one another.
As she looked down at him resting there, his head against her thigh as he kept her other hand in his-their fingers still tightly interlocked-she smiled, somehow feeling just a bit less self conscious than she was earlier on. It was not something that would be cured from one act or anything, but she definitely felt a little better about things.
There was also something straight up arousing about seeing him go at her with the intense, almost primal hunger that he did no matter what the situation may have been.
He looked up at her as he leaned there, his free hand still tracing her back.
"How do you feel?" he finally asked.
"Great," she sighed. "More than that. It felt so goddamn good." Her entire body felt better, truth be told. The orgasms had filled her with enough endorphins that any mild pains she may have had-she didn't really cramp too badly at all or suffer from headaches, luckily-were all but gone.
He paused to wipe some of the lower half of face off on the other damp towel nearby, along with his hands; she only hesitatingly let his other hand go. He even gently wiped her thighs some himself before putting it back to the side, causing her to smile softly again.
Moving to kneel in front of her, he was stroking himself; rock hard, he could already feel the wetness beginning to collect at the tip. This entire thing-the extra time spent coupled with her more pronounced feminine musk and the raw energy of the whole thing almost made him want to just stroke himself off as he ate her out, but he decided to wait on it to give her the full session-since, again, he felt she deserved it.
After a few more moments, Leona got onto her knees, moving toward him to kiss him as they both knelt there. The kiss deepened as their tongues pushed at each other-teeth also getting used-while her own hand slid down his scarred chest, her fingers stroking his defined stomach as she wrapped her hand around him. She smirked a little bit wickedly at him as she broke away-his own lower lip in her mouth for a short time.
He grinned at her, biting lightly at her throat, tugging at the skin as she began to stroke him. He brought his head up, raising an eyebrow.
She shrugged, a little smile in the corner of her mouth. Surely, she had thought, after he did what he did, she could give some back.
"Stand by the wall," she said, her voice quiet as a delightful aftershock ran through her body.
He obliged her as she knelt in front of him, taking him into her mouth deeply as a free hand stroked up and down him. She came across another scar on his leg, probably gotten during one of his many fights.
Her mind strangely started to wonder how he did that one in, but then shook back to the moment. There was no getting away from their lives for these two; only small escapes, she knew. But she would take them as they came.
Reaching around to grab his firm rear end, she continued running her nails down his legs and stomach as she pulled back to suck gently at the tip again, playing deftly with the piercing with her mouth and tongue. The piercing he had was a thing of delight for her; when she had first seen it, she had remembered sort of looking wide-eyed at it, but when she played with it and saw the reactions that she could get from it, she very much began to like it. The surgical steel ring felt smooth against her tongue as she rolled it around, sucking lightly at the tip as she began to hear him growl low in his chest at the feeling of it, looking down and grasping her head firmly in his hand.
He gave her a squeeze, though mindful of his nails; she grunted in pleasure at this. Now that she was relieved-and more open, at that, from his insanely intimate actions just now-she wanted to sort of start getting rough again.
Duo Lon looked down at her as she took him deeply into her mouth, sucking harder for some time until she pulled back to bite at his thigh some herself. He snarled somewhat, starting to rake his nails over one of her shoulders; neither of them really thought about the marks they left behind. Leona didn't really care at this point what anyone thought at the meetings, tank top or no. If she had to, she could wear her short-sleeved jacket.
It wasn't like she was trying to hide anything, though. She had worn her tank top around the meeting room after their other session, and while she certainly had gotten some looks, she didn't think anyone there needed to care about her private life.
It was the first time that she even had one.
Reaching one of her hands down and underneath him, she went back to suck at his head some more; she used her hand to stimulate the sensitive spot behind the shaft. Letting her fingers slide around a bit there, he growled low again, letting his nails dig again lightly into her shoulder, his own pulse-which tended to be slower than normal-actually quickening somewhat at the wonderful feeling. This was only the third time Leona had done this, but...she seemed to know what he liked.
Tugging ever-so-lightly on the piercing, she flickered her tongue over the cool, steel ball, stimulating his rock-hard shaft even more, which caused her to start to taste the tell-tale salty liquid begin to come from the tip as she took him deeply again.
Sucking harder, he braced against the wall, a low moan coming from his chest as he watched her for a few moments before throwing his head back again.
"Mmmm…soon," he purred, his voice low. While he was fairly skilled for being new at all of this-most of it coming from his drive to pleasure her, while some simply coming from an extensive knowledge of the human body-he did need to work on his own endurance. While he could last somewhat decently when it came to actual intercourse due to some very good self control, today's activities had gotten him incredibly hard to the point where it was almost starting to get painful.
Sucking a bit more at the tip-teasing the ring just a bit more-the blue-haired woman pulled back, teasing low on the shaft with her tongue for a few moments, causing him to almost growl again before sliding up him and meeting him in a rough, hungry kiss as he turned her around, pinning her back against the wall with his leg. He pressed against her stomach, tilting her head up with his nail; a single finger under her chin, pressing lightly into the skin...and then harder. He dipped down to bite at the soft, sensitive skin of her neck as he moved his other hand down to begin to slide himself inside; she was plenty wet from his actions and everything else, and she was getting more used to his rather large size.
He stood still for a few moments, waiting for her to get comfortable. When she looked up at him, biting at his shoulder, he began to thrust; starting slowly, but speeding up when he felt her speeding up as well.
Leona wanted it harder this time.
Obliging her, he lifted his powerful leg up, thrusting again and again, speeding up as he moved his mouth down to bite at her neck some more, before moving up to her ear and later to her shoulder, where he bit her a little harder. Feeling her fingers digging into his back, his own matched her on the other side as he continued thrusting against the wall, hearing her breathing heavier and heavier, her voice almost growing ragged.
Reaching his hand behind her head, he tried something; pulling her hair some-not too hard, though-he tilted her head back...only to be greeted with an almost evil smile at this. She pulled forward to kiss him as she wrestled for his hand with hers; managing to grab her wrist, he slammed it against the wall as they stayed locked together, her trying to break her one hand free as her other dug into his skin, pulling her nails down.
He held her firm as he thrust, a bit faster and harder, the wonderful feeling of being deep inside of her pulsing through his body. It caused the pit of his stomach to twist in pleasure as he kept her wrist pinned, his nails digging around her skin as their mouths found each others' again, almost violently kissing one another.
Their moans almost started to resemble snarls as he thrust faster; he felt himself begin to reach his peak, knowing that he should likely pull out soon.
Kissing her again-biting at her lower lip, he muttered to her in a low voice.
"Want me to pull out now?" he panted.
"No," she said. "Stay inside. It's fine." She kissed him hard again.
"Sure?"
"Yes," she replied, sucking at his lower lip, her own somewhat sharp teeth now biting at it. "Harder," she whispered.
Growling, he thrust faster-they had a very interesting sex dynamic, in that she liked to be pinned and held down-especially since he was strong enough to do so, and she loved that-but she also noticed he gladly listened to her demands when it came to the acts themselves.
It worked rather nicely for both of them.
Finally reaching his peak, he let out a low snarl, coming while thrusting; she ran her nails down his back, squeezing him-both with her nails, and between her legs-as he came so strongly that he almost felt the blood rush to his ears. He threw his head back for a moment as he slowed down somewhat, her one hand still pinned against the wall as he finally dipped his head back toward her to capture her in another kiss as he finished off, his body shivering several times as he pulled himself free, letting her wrist go.
Panting, he looked down at her. Both of their eyes looked relieved, and just a little tired. Their bodies had a few more red marks and scratches than they did before, mixed with whatever else they had received from their violent lives.
Smiling up at him-relieved, and feeling more secure than she had in a long time-she touched the side of his face, kissing his lips lightly before leaning her head against his shoulder. Their hands, having just clawed each other in a primal pleasure, now stroked one another gently, enjoying the feel of each other's bodies-both well forged from a lot of fights-against each other. His head leaned on hers, inhaling and kissing the top of her head gently.
He held her there for as long as she wanted to stand, neither saying a word.
The two lay against the wall for some time; Leona leaning against him with his arm around her. He looked down, smiling softly as he pushed her hair back. As last time, he had gently soothed any marks he had given her, and she had done the same.
He would always try to make sure she was comfortable. He picked up her wrist-slightly bruised again-and stroked it, adding light kisses to it. She smiled at this.
Sighing, she started to shift after a few more moments of his light touch. "I think I need a shower," she said.
"Yes," he agreed. "That was...intense." He didn't expect her to want to go all the way like that, but he had to agree it felt amazing to him. He didn't want to make a habit of that-not without protection-but he trusted that the situation would be alright this time, as she had requested it.
She smiled up at him, rubbing his stomach. Thinking for a moment, she looked at the bathroom, and then looked at him.
"Would you…" she scratched her head, her eyes darting to the side.
Being excellent at reading people, he actually grinned at that.
"In the shower?" he asked.
She nodded, almost sheepishly...even after everything.
Standing, he held his hand out to help her up-they made a note to clean up the towels somewhat so as to not alarm the hotel. Sliding his trousers off the rest of the way, he watched as she lifted the rest of her meager clothing off; this was, to be sure, the first time he had seen her completely naked. He allowed his eyes to drink her in as they moved to the bathroom to get the water on as hot as they could take it.
As it got steamy, he stepped in, the two of them checking each other out now-fully naked together for the first time.
She truly was beautiful. He thought she was before, but getting to see her in front of him made him smile. She had already checked him out in earnest at the hot tub with the other two, to be sure. Needless to say, even at the party when they had been talking together, she felt like no man had a right to look that good. She thought Whip had chosen damn well with Adelheid, but there was something about Duo Lon that hit just right with her.
Stepping forward, he let his hands trace down her a moment, rubbing clean some of the heavier scratches he had given her. While she seemed a little unsure at first-more about the total nudity than anything else-the feel of his hands gently moving around her body once again relaxed her.
He had a strange way of being able to do that. After a few moments of this, she sighed, content, and started to clean up.
She did find it rather amazing watching him wash his hair; she had never seen someone use that much shampoo before. She knew he washed it three times a week when he could, though on travels he would sometimes do it twice.
A few moments later, he took his time to help get her back; this felt great, as his strong hands were always welcome to touch her.
As they finished washing clean, Leona shivered again as he gently stroked her back.
"You alright?" he asked.
"I...yeah," she said. "Um…"
He tilted her head up.
"That...all…" There was no two ways about it-the entire shower had gotten her...somewhat aroused. Again.
Goddamnit, she thought to herself.
Before she could finish her sentence, he slid down, kissing her the entire way; his lips gently trailing over her well-defined abs, stroking them with his large hands as he nuzzled her mound again.
He gently pushed her by the wall as he dipped low, dragging his tongue back over her moisture one more time. Letting out a shaking moan, she slid a hand over his wet hair as he delved back into her. Seeing how she was still horny, he wasn't about to make her go outside without giving her one more bit of release.
This one did not take long at all-after having their rather rough, extended session of sex before coming in and showering-during a time where her hormones were going wild-she was already turned on again. Feeling him lash his tongue once again around her labia, toward the back and her opening, and tracing up to her clit before drawing her into his mouth to gently suck caused her to shiver by the wall, bucking her hips into him.
"Mmm...fuck," she muttered, somewhat out of breath as she watched him work at her hungrily, seeing the smirk on his face the times he would pull back, her clit still being in his mouth.
She came with a long, shaking moan again, rubbing the back of his head as the final orgasm pulsed through her body. As he took her hand, he could feel her quickened heartbeat as she finished.
Licking lips again, he enjoyed the moment, the hot water still bearing down on both of them as she recovered from the sudden, fast round of pleasure...her third today, to be certain. No nails or teeth were used that time-he had just wanted to finish off the intimate moment by giving to her once more.
Shivering, she looked down at him, locking eyes as his tall body was crouched low, the water falling off of him. He grinned-almost wickedly this time.
"Remind me to do this shower thing again with you," she said, smirking.
The soft smell of Duo Lon's pipe wafted through the room; he was smoking it in the bed as he leaned against the headboard, the sheets over his legs and one arm resting on one. The ashtray was on the table next to him. His damp hair had been combed back as he had it loosely gathered behind him.
Leona walked in as she brushed her hair after the shower-and smiled at the sight. She wore only her underwear; finally feeling comfortable like this around him. She would have been wearing less if not for the situation.
He turned toward her, smirking lightly, his pipe in his hand.
"Feeling better?" he asked softly.
"Very," she replied, pulling some of her hair back, though leaving the front loose as she would. She then finally decided to settle in the bed next to him awhile, just to spend some time relaxing.
He looked over to her as he finished his pipe, placing it aside and leaning back against the headboard.
"In the mood for anything particular tonight?" he asked.
She shrugged. "We can decide in awhile." She leaned back with her eyes closed for a few moments. Opening them, she looked back over. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Do you see your family often?"
He shook his head, a slightly sad look on his face. "Not for some time. I really don't know where the rest of my brothers went off to." He sometimes even wondered which ones of them were still alive. "Some of them are still young...they may be with other parts of the clan, I would hope. The youngest is twelve, I think?"
"Can't you keep in touch somehow?"
He sighed. "My clan is spread out...and my...status within it is that of 'that traitor's son,' he said, a bit sadly. "It seems my other brothers take less blame than me, maybe because they're younger? It could be the ones closer to my age have ended up tarnished as well. One of them I think I saw a year ago, and he seemed ready to travel to another part of the world." He touched her hand, as she turned hers over to lace her fingers with his; something she hadn't done much until today. "My half-sister...I saw her some months back. She's sweet. Too idealistic, though. She doesn't want me to kill him."
Leona nodded, staring at his clawed hand and muscular, tattooed arm. Duo Lon continued:
"I take a job...I spill blood, and I travel to another job. To clear my name? Or to avenge my clan?"
"Maybe...both?" she asked, smiling sadly at him, putting her hand over his. She then leaned forward to kiss him again; this time, it was not rough-but gentle. Her lips softly kissed his, several times as a hand touched the side of his face. He returned them in kind.
"Ending him would do both, yes," he laughed bitterly...and then closed his eyes. "I'm sorry," he said, realizing.
He didn't think bringing up killing one's own father was something that he should do.
Leona only smiled softly at him, stroking his chest. "It's fine," she reassured him. She knew exactly what he meant.
"Others in the clan want him dead, too...but it's my duty. As his eldest. I got these scars from a traitor he sent me after. I will do it again." He looked over to her, a steely look in his red eyes...though a sad smile on his face.
At that, he pulled her close, exhaling deeply. She had never lay with him like this before, while practically naked, at least. Underneath the sheets, this felt rather wonderful. Intertwining their hard bodies together was something that she did not expect to be as into as she was. She certainly didn't expect to shower with him beforehand...or get the extra 'care', either. Her arms went around him as well, holding him tightly.
He lay back, letting her lay somewhat on top of him for a while.
"Rest if you want," she said. "We can have a late dinner."
"I'm not much of a night sleeper," he chuckled, pushing some of her damp hair back. "Unless you need rest."
"I'm...surprisingly awake after all of this," she said, smiling a little wickedly. "But...I know you're going to the Sky Noah for some days. I...would...tonight?" she managed to stammer out.
He blinked, teasing her with one of his nails. "Of course," he said. "Would be nice to sleep next to you again somewhere that is not the attic of a house with thirty people around."
She kissed him again. She wasn't sure why tonight she was being so much more...touchy toward him, but she suspected it was the extra kind of bonding they may have had today. He returned it, his tongue teasing her lips.
Laying back a few more moments, she got a random idea in her head that she tapped him on the chest for.
"Want to call the other two to meet us at the restaurant?" she asked. "If you're staying here tonight instead."
"That's a great idea," he replied, reaching for his phone that was on the nightstand, typing up a quick message to Adelheid. "The hotel here has some pretty good places. We can decide when they get here. I should have thought of that."
Leona actually smiled at that, feeling somewhat more open tonight. She watched him sit up to stretch; his tattoos, scars and muscle looking rather nice in the soft, evening light that the thin curtains managed to block most of. It stayed daylight until after eight at this time of year, so there were glints of the setting sun through the curtains.
As she watched him move, she moved a bit to sit behind him, cross legged, starting to massage him. She wasn't sure what prompted this-but it was perhaps simply that she liked to touch him.
"Mm…" he said, rolling his shoulders at the firm touch of her hands. Moving his drying hair out of the way-he did not put it up yet, so she had to sort of gather it up to put it over his shoulder-she sat close to continue working on him.
"This is sudden," he said, sighing as her fingers pressed into his spine, moving downward. He rocked his head back and forth, the tense muscles being worked out.
"Shh. Enjoy it," she whispered, kissing his shoulder once-directly on one of the claw marks-as her thumbs rotated down the middle of his back.
He didn't have to be told twice. The only types of massage he had ever received were standard, post sauna jobs done by professionals; this was much different. It felt wonderful, though-while Leona had never given one, her deft and strong fingers worked around his muscles with no issues. Part of this admittedly was for a slightly selfish reason at the same time as a giving one; she liked to touch him...but she figured she could give him a nice time while she was doing it.
The incredibly pleasant, relieved ache between her legs likewise drove her on.
Working around his back and shoulders as he sat, his voice giving a low grunt now and then, any tenseness that he may have felt from traveling for the past couple of days was about gone.
She finished soon after, giving his shoulders one last squeeze as she sat back, noticing his phone buzz. He picked it up, checking it, smiling a moment later.
"Of course they're in. They'll meet us outside whenever we want."
"I knew they would be."
"By the way," he asked. "Want to check out another record store I found?"
"Sure," she said. "I found another one of the CDs you told me about. One of Delirium Void's earlier albums."
He smiled at that. "Definitely one of my favorites overall. Old and new."
"I can see why." No one knew why Leona had started listening to the strange, ghoulish-sounding raw heavy metal that Duo Lon preferred lately.
"We should move. Adel and Whip move quickly...especially when food is involved," he chuckled. Mostly, he knew it was Adel. He was the only man in his experience who could out-do Shen in terms of appetite. Swinging his long legs over the side of the bed he stood, stretching.
Grabbing his trousers and shirt, he started throwing them on. She did the same, opting for her longer cargo trousers, but keeping her short, tighter tank top on. He then walked over to grab his hair bands; taking a few moments, he doubled his nearly six-foot long hair up so it hung to the middle of his back, banding it into a loose tail. It took him far too long to put it into a braid, and it would dry easier this way.
As he sat on the edge of the couch to pull his boots on, she walked over to him, tilting his head up.
"Thank you," she said, smiling. She felt a lot more relaxed and open after today.
He just raised his eyebrows, shrugging almost nonchalantly before pulling her down for a kiss. It lingered several moments; longer than their usual end of session kisses.
"You're welcome," he said, sincerely. "I should be thanking you."
"Why?"
"Because I feel like I've been living for once," he said.
Leona smiled warmly at that, not realizing just how much she had been helping him all this time, too. Giving him one last kiss and touching the side of his face lightly, they both finished getting dressed as Duo Lon grabbed his pipe case.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"I'm letting them pick," the tall man replied.
"I trust them." A little smile crept onto her lips.
They closed the door, leaving the dim, cool room behind them as they went to meet their good friends for the evening's festivities.
A/N: So...yeah, this time was a lot more personal and intense, but I think their overall 'more than friends, less than an official couple' sticks nicely. For me, it's more how they can easily go back to their old lives however long that is necessary, sending each other letters or something now and again, getting together a couple weekends a month, or just when they can. Leona, while I know in the canon she doesn't talk to anyone but the Ikaris practically, in fic, we gotta make *some* concessions here to branch her out some. She's introverted, but *can* grow close to someone. She can get lonely-as can Duo Lon, so the two companions ended up finding solace in their own way.
"Shanghai's God of War" is none other than Shen Woo.
Headcanon notes: Duo Lon is tattooed-nearly sleeved up his arms, and they even hit his shoulders, creeping onto his chest and back. They look almost sort of creepy and occult-based, as if they tie to his power. (They probably don't.) You never see him without his coat, so why not? Also I describe him as very ripped build wise; if you see him in his art, there's visible pectorals sticking through his coat. While he is not bulky, this coupled with the fact he's not very light makes me imagine him built very dense and ripped, as one might picture someone who practiced a 'snake-like' kung fu style.
He also smokes a pipe here and is a fan of extreme underground metal, whose wailing voices are sort of a reminder of how he walks the living/dead shadow. And yes, he also has a 'prince albert' piercing in this, if you didn't pick up on it(he had gotten this before he even knew this bunch.)
The 'claw marks' on his torso come from a headcanon-in his past when he was younger when he had to exterminate a clan traitor. It mentions they both have various old remnants of fights-marks, scars and the like-since I'm sure Leona does as well.
"His blood type is Poison, doesn't that…" Okay the Hizoku have very few details about them, while Xiao Lon-his younger half sister's body is said to be so poison that she cannot really live a normal life among non clan members, it doesn't say the same about Duo Lon and Lin, so I take it that they're able to control this. He has sparred with Shen in the canon just fine without poisoning him, and given he seems to have two KOF trophies without anyone having died, it looks to me like he has whatever control he wants over it.
Oh yeah. The Obligatory 'Do Not Try this at Home': Please do not assume you're safe from...stuff just because it's that time of the month. Nothing happened here for the record, but just...yeah. Don't test it unprotected. This is fanfic, where people have weird necromantic and orochi powers and stuff to maybe affect things, not real life.