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deleteddewewted · 1 year

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Fanfic Idea Cause Krasuer Brainrot:

MDNI, NSFW

(My trans homies, please tell me if I should add any tags. I don't want to be insensitive to any of you.)

W: Homophobia, Internalized Transphobia, Tran! Krauser, Top surgery, No Bottom surgery, Fem! Reader, Doctor! Reader, Major! Krauser, Strap Ons, Masturbation, Kinda Unhealthy but also kinda cute relationship, Its Unhealthy, I have limited knowledge of the original RE series so don't kill, All of this takes place in 2004

So Krasuer FtM and he's always struggled with the idea of intimacy. He doesn't care to much about people seeing his top surgery scars, which can easily be dismissed since you can just look at the rest of his body and see the other scars littering it. Look at his face, there's no way anyone other than his doctor would be able to know.... hopefully. Times have changed, yes, but that didn't mean that people like him were accepted or welcomed. He's worked too hard to have his work be taken from him because of something so minor.

Anyways, he's overall pretty confident in that no one knows that he's trans and he's happy to keep it that way. That all comes crashing down when they get a new doctor. This doctor obviously has to read their files to catch up on their medical history and be it that his doesn't say that he was assigned female at birth, it does have the long list of surgeries he's had to have as well as his consistent use of hormones and hormone blockers. He tries to be nice to the doctor, play nice, make sure he doesn't yell at them too much or cross a line because they could so easily take everything away from him if they felt like it.

But the doctor doesn't do that. Instead, she makes it her duty to support him silently. She makes sure to remind him that he was medication ready to be picked up, she tells him about his checkups, reminds him to take care of his scars and ensures proper cleaning of any wounds or possible infection sights. She does it all without once telling him that she knows because that is not something for her to tell or force him to tell her about. She's his doctor as well as everyone else's and it's her job to have her patients best interests at heart.

Krauser starts to get closer to her. He's smitten with how much she cares and how she's made it easier for him to get the things that he needs. He gets annoyed when that rookie kid, Kennedy, starts hanging around her office more and more. Seems like the kid has a nack for getting hurt so he's always in her care chatting her up.

Eventually, when he and the doctor start fooling around, he starts to realize that he wants to do more than just make out and dry hump. He wants her to touch his bare skin and mark it. But its whats below his pants that bothers him. He doesn't have to think too much about his sex, he barely ever fucks and if he does its with strangers at a bar when he's deployed. But with her, he wants to be bare. He wants her to know. He needs her to know if she'd stay even while knowing that the man she is sleeping and seeing didn't have something that made him a "complete man".

He fingers her, fucks her in the dark with a strap on so she never knows (But she does know and she can tell because the silicone is cold against her skin not like a penis would be), and he eats her out like a man starved. He pushes their relationship further, he asks her to sleep in his courters because he wants to share his space with her. He starts to juggle the "buts" and "what ifs" if he should ask her to make their relationship official with a name or a title. Would she be his girlfriend? Would she be his partner? Maybe someday his spouse? What if she leaves him cause he's not whole? Would she even care to listen to him? Has he been lying to her for not telling her about him being trans? Did he lead her on?

All of it comes crashing down on him when one day they get into an argument and he pushes her away. They start to move their things around, her clothes and other items no longer in his courters and her scent slowly fading with each passing day she doesn't sleep in the same bed as him.

He's alone again, mopping in his own sorrows at what he lost and he gets injured while trying to save her from a fire that breaks out in the medical bay. He carries her to a truck and helps her help a young colleague of hers while barking out orders to his men to help the wounded. They make it to a hospital near the base and once she knows her coworker is safe she collapses, the adrenaline running out in her body. When she wakes up, she confronts him, asks him why did he close her out when she just wanted the truth.

"Where you seeing someone else?"

"No, why-"

"Then why push me away, Jack? I just wanted you to tell me what was wrong so I could help and instead you yell at me."

"I was scared."

"Of what?" He doenst respond he's silent. Instead he begins to unbuckle his pants and pulls them down so she could see. But she doesn't. She doesn't look down to look at what he wants her to look at. She keeps her gaze fixated on him as she slowly blinks and forms her thoughts.

"Jack, I've known. Ove always known." He doesn't know if he should scream or sob in relief. He's too conflicted for this conversation. It's too complicated.

He leaves and only comes back when she's discharged from the hospital. He picks her up and drives her back to base. He offers her his room to rest and recover. He makes sure to help apply her medication on to her burns and put on the compression sleeve for her arms and legs. He's there to take care of her when she can't.

And when she tells him that she misses him, he caves and begins to kiss her body. Her breasts are soft, her stomach ever the best part to squeeze, her hips there for him to grab.

He shows her everything about himself. She knew and she stayed and continued to stay. She kissed his pelvis and sucked on his clit, tongue flicking it over and over again all while rubbing his thighs. She fingered slowly at first before he complained that he wasn't a "damsel". So she fucked him. Watched him squirm thanks to her fingers and tongue on his cunt and had him shaking. He came on her tongue, her chin and lips covered in his release. He screamed her name as he orgasmed again and again and made a grab for her head to keep her close. His eyes were crossed and he felt weak all over. Fuck, she was good and she knew how to make him feel good. She was with him even though he wouldn't be able to fuck her in the way she deserved to be.

#jack krauser #jack major krauser #jack krauser x y/n #jack krauser x reader #major jack krauser #resident evil 4 #re4r #re4 remake #trans jack krauser #trans character #fem reader #trans krauser #dd rambles #dd speaks

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boipussybiohazard · 11 months

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YOU'RE DESTROYING MY HEART JACK

#jack krauser #krauser #major krauser #resident evil #resident evil 4 #re4r #krauser x reader #trans jack krauser #trans krauser #krauser x trans reader

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dammjamboy · 1 year

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silver linings 🏳️‍⚧️

#sorry for being inactive i got a new phone and forgot to reinstall tumblr #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 4 #re4 remake #leon kennedy #trans artist #leon kennedy is trans #my art #re #chris redfield #jack krauser #claire redfield #ingrid hunnigan #trans rights

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honeyandbloodpoetry · 1 year

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Transman Jack Krauser x Transmasculine Reader

I usually write far more detailed things than this, but I'm currently in the ER and thought this would be a fun thing to brainstorm. I hope y'all enjoy. This is my poetry/writing blog but you can find more of my content on @toadwarts and @boipussybiohazard I definitely plan to write more of this along with Krauser dating hcs!

First Meeting

• Krauser comes back to consciousness after being stabbed by Leon. He is injured and not particularly able to move, but Albert Wesker has been keeping an eye on him. Agents are sent to retrieve his body and are shocked when Krauser is in fact alive, if barely.

• Wesker dedicates time and resources to healing Krauser, with the written contract that Krauser will now become one of his agents. Krauser is a BOW now, and Wesker has enabled it so that he may mutate at will. The Plagas could not be removed without killing Krauser, but it could be modified. When not mutated, Krauser's arm and face are still disabled--leading to difficulty with facial expressions and motor impairment.

• Krauser knows how to do one thing well, and that's following orders. Him guiding Leon to finish him off was the first decision he had made completely on his own and it failed. He is empty, a shell of a person, and has nothing to live for. He does work for Wesker and he does it well.

• Krauser has to forcibly de-mutate after a heavy skirmish. Going in and out of mutating is incredibly painful, but it was neccessary this time. He is badly hurt and finds you cutting through some allies to get home--he demands medical items, food, water. He is extremely intimidating. You look at him and his arm bleeding profusely while dangled at his side, and think of your own disabilities. You struggle with walking and have an exceptionally weak constitution. You understand the pain in his eyes that he tries to hide behind a biting tone, though you have no idea who these mysterious man in military fatigues is. You speak to him softly and get him some first aid. His cruel manner of speaking goes silent, but he is cold. He mutters something about being too far away from his rendezvous point.

• You offer him to take it easy in your apartment. He is incredulous. You suspect there is more to him than meets the eye. You tell him gently that you lost your parents to an operation by Umbrella...looking at the sudden widening of his eyes, you realize your hunch was right. You let him know that you tend to keep your head down and just work your 9-5, so he should be safe at your studio apartment. He reluctantly agrees and walks with you, insisting on carrying the groceries you had had in his uninjured arm. You get a feeling he is showing off his machismo, but for who? It's clearly hurting him. You fret, though you get the feeling that if you showed him pity you'd likely get some knuckles to the face.

• You go to give him the bed, but he refuses. Not in a chivalrous sort of way, but instead claims that he isn't soft and he'll do just fine with a sleeping bag. He keeps muttering how he shouldn't even be here. How he has no idea of what to do with civilians like you. Too normal and complacent, people like you are. He seems lost. You smile and start making something simple for you both to eat. You figure a big guy like him eats a lot.

• He's an army guy, obviously, so you want to try and find something familiar. All American. As he tends more to his arm, you fry up some hot dogs and warm the buns. You grab each of you a beer from the fridge. You bring it to him and he blinks. Doesn't say thank you, just starts to eat. The way he scarfs it down is more than enough for you. He asks for seconds, then thirds.

• "Who are you?" You ask.

• "Not important." He says. He takes his time with the beer. Looks like this guy is a locked chest, and you won't be getting anything from him soon. After he's fed and you give him some of your pain medication, you crawl into bed. You wonder if you're safe--he's an older man with bloodstains on his clothes and has hardly said more than a few sentences. He doesn't exactly scream safe... After all, he IS taking advantage of you, isn't he? Or at least he tried, before you led him right to your home like a lost puppy.

• Still. You remember what happened to your parents, and the flash of recognition in his eyes when you mentioned Umbrella. Umbrella is why you had been disabled and silenced...why your parents were dead. Maybe they had hurt him too. Maybe the world itself had. He looked like a guy carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, hiding it behind snarky remarks and a deep scowl.

• You didn't believe in fate, but when you fell asleep with him sitting straight up and staring at the wall, you felt like this was something meant to be. You wanted to help him, but you also knew...that was his choice. Not yours.

Getting to Know Each Other

• Krauser stays with you for a few days. All he says is that he cannot reach his contact. He is abrasive and mostly silent. His eyes are empty and he stares out into space often.

• Over the next three days, you slowly get him to open up. You ask him what his favorite movies are, and he flatly says he doesn't watch movies. Board games? No. Books? No. Video games? No. Hobbies? Nu-uh. You are shocked. Irritated by you, he finally tells you he hasn't bothered with anything like that since he was a child--he was too busy with his military career.

• You invite him to watch a movie with you. It's some military flick, not something you're particularly interested in. He is reluctant, but sits on the couch. He clearly doesn't know what to do when out of action.

• You watch the movie together and have to take frequent pauses for him to make some sort of commentary or get up and pace restlessly. A two hour long movie turns into four hours. You don't mind, because he's finally talking, and he's finally passionate about something. He has a sneer that most would find nasty, but you think is cute. You're receptive to his infodumps and understanding of his needing to pause, and he notices this.

• You watch more movies with him--he loves Highlander and Braveheart, movies like that. You show him sci-fi and fantasty, move on to some comedies. The Princess Bride actually makes him laugh. The two of you start talking more. He isn't sweet, but he's a great verbal sparring partner, especially when he's passionate about something.

• He shows you one of his knives and the tricks he can do with it. He seems to glow from the way you're impressed, but just acts like he deserves it. He tells you about his favorite knife, one he...gave away to a friend. You don't ask questions.

• One day, he is just gone. It was only five days, but it felt like forever, and you wanted to get to know him more. It felt like this mysterious stranger had left an imprint on your life forever.

• Three months pass. Nothing. You grieve that you never learned his name.

• You come home from work one day, struggling with your cane. Your back and leg are killing you. You almost scream when your front door swings open as you approach, and your Mysterious Stranger is standing there. He grins at you, seemingly pleased to have given you a fright, then has the decency to look sheepish. He says he remembered the spare key. He tells you that he needed a place to stay again. You're incredulous, but let it slip. Not without bitching at him for eating your food and leaving without a word. He bites right back, your home feels more alive again.

• This cycle continues. He finally tells you his name. Jack Theodore Krauser. You love it. You spend a lot of time inside, showing him different kinds of media, but slowly get him to venture outside. He almost seems agoraphobic when it comes to anything other than a battlefield or room with four walls, and it's a long process. He's not used to eating things much more than MREs and chicken breasts and veggies. You get him to try new things, to venture out to the park, to find some new clothes at the mall. Specifically at the big and tall store.

• You two have fun together. You become good friends, and still you don't know a lot about each other. It doesn't matter.

• He gets the mail one day. He's a nosy bastard and opens it...it's your testosterone subscription. You see him holding it and nearly have a panic attack! You have no idea how this army guy is going to react to the fact that you've been hiding something so big and--

• Krauser stares at the prescription for a moment, lips pursed. He shrugs and tugs up his shirt. Barely there, extremely faded, are keyhole top surgery scars. You would have to know what you're looking for to see them, especially with all the muscle he's built.

• You both kind of stand there in shock, before he tells you about his experiences as a gay trans man in the American military. How much he had to hide, the papers he had to forge... It was a hard life. He finally tells you about Operation Javier. His face is stone cold, but his hands tremble. The military discovered he was transgender then. Between that, the failure and his disability, it got him discharged.

• You put a hand to his. He's so much bigger than you, different than you, and yet...there is a thread that ties you together. Many threads. He looks at you, his glassy blue eyes hiding any trace of emotion.

• And then he leans down and kisses you. He is a sloppy, wet kisser, and you can tell he doesn't have much experience, though his passion is like a brightly lit flame.

• You make out with him and curl up in bed together, the first time he has ever deigned to touch your sheets. He tells you about Las Plagas. He tells you what he is. What he has done.

• You smile at him. You let him know that you would love him no matter what.

• He says nothing.

• He is gone in the morning.

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wisecrackingeric-2 · 7 months

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Unhinged Luis simp confession -

So like I've been dying to just admit it but like I hated Krauser with every fiber of my being. All my fellow Luis lovers can agree but my partner just had to start sharing more stuff about him.

I ended up liking Krauser too ironically

Someone take re from me,,I got to many crushes

I’ve got something equally unhinged to admit,,,,,,,,,, I also was like, “eh, I don’t hate him (I honestly very rarely hate ANY character) but he’s far from a favourite” and then my friend started making fanart. And fics. And edits.

And I was like.

Ok Yknow what. Yeah he’s kinda cute.

Like damn king what’ve you got such a tiny waist for?????????? And what’ve you got such chubby cheeks for???????????? For OTHER MEN TO GRAB???????? 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

#ericsasks #jack krauser #also this is obviously a joke between my friend and I cuz we’re both asexual and minors but we always joke that Krauser just needed some-#-trans man dick and he’d be redeemed NASNHWDNJEFNEJCNDJDNDKDJ #AGAIN ITS AN INSIDE JOKE BUT ITS FUNNY OK

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everyoneisgayandtrans · 1 year

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#every character is gay and trans #gay #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtq+#trans #transgender #re #re4 #resident evil #jack krauser #krauser

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littlenekosfan · 1 year

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metaltango...

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#metaltango #leon s kennedy #jack krauser #very light detail but both implied trans <3 #its for the people okay!#my art #re4r

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coldbaltblueart · 8 months

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Alright! The results of the poll are in! Thank you so much for your responses. Also on the upcoming menu are keychains! I’ve already designed the Leon keychain, and I’m thinking about adding an Ada, an Ashley, a Luis, and maybe a Krauser. This will take a while, so please stay tuned if you’re interested.

I’ll post a preview of my Leon keychain. I’ve ordered a test batch of 3 from the manufacturer I’ve chosen, so when those arrive, I’ll post pictures.

Now, I’ve never sold anything related to my art, so I’m not entirely sure how I’m going to sell these. What I do know, though, is the price. I’ll be selling them for $10 CAD per unit, with 30% of the proceeds going towards CANFAR (Canadian Foundation for AIDS Research). If you have any other reputable charities to suggest, let me know, and I’ll also consider donating to them.

If you can, consider donating to them on your own time: https://canfar.com

I would also appreciate recommendations on websites to sell my work on, as again, I’ve never done so before. I’m also a bit of a boomer when it comes to this stuff, so help a 23 year old grandpappy out.

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ryoukio · 10 months

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Flat colour metaltango cowgirls.

#Ryoukios art #fanart #re #resident evil #metaltango #sapphic metaltango #Leon s Kennedy #jack krauser #They are both trans btw #also sorry I’ve been temporarily reconsumed by the brain worms #Anon asking about the monster au I see you #I’m going to answer I promise #But first I sleep

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victor-the-vampire · 22 days

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Here's the first set! The re4 group! Beneath the cut is scar references. The notes may mention things like CA and SH things of the like so be careful :D

I hope you enjoyed this!

#resident evil #fanart #resident evil fanart #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #re4 #luis serra navarro #luis sera #trans jack krauser #jack krauser #major jack krauser #jack krauser fanart #leon kennedy fanart #luis sera fanart #ada wong #ada wong fanart #agent leon s kennedy #resident evil hcs #resident evil headcanons

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goodpointsandbadpoints · 16 days

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trans krauser is doing REALLY good things for my gender euphoria, somehow

#idk why #jack krauser #headcanonize a big scary guy as trans and it makes me feel more comfortable with myself #...

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boipussybiohazard · 1 year

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Everyone talking about the romantic or sexual stuff they would do with Krauser and I would just do everything in my human power to convince that man to go to Chuck E Cheese with me and make him just kinda roll his eyes and laugh at me as I infodump about CEC history and animatronics. He would be such a dick the whole time.

But then I would watch him fucking WRECK ski-ball. Probably the basketball too.

#going to somewhere like cec bc it is an autostic hyperfixation is scary while being trans in america rn #but mr jack would keep me safe i just know it #jack krauser #krauser #major krauser #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #re4r #resident evil #jack krauser x reader #jack krauser x me

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dyedcomrade · 11 months

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krauser is my supportive but kinda confused husband who corrects people with "her pronouns are he/him exclusively"

he's got the spirit, but i think he may be a little dense or spaced out 24/7. for whatever reason but mostly because that work takes all his energy away. like halfway operation javier only, he realised these bows got hands.

(+ he may need some time to get used to communication and things in relationships as he avoided them most of his life)

he def threatened a guy once about "whether or not they want another knife between their legs now that they are so interested in others'." after they made a comment about s/i being a little too delicate to be among men like krauser's team and making faces at having to refer to s/i as he/him. (idk how he got there, either being a soldier or someone who worked with them)

#jack krauser x me #trans man reader

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honeyandbloodpoetry · 11 months

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They Were Both Alone

Leon S Kennedy is invited to Jack Krauser's personal quarters. His heart is pounding somewhere between anticipation and fear, but there are many surprises to be found within the Major's dorm...

T4T Leon and Krauser smut with heartbreak and complicated relationships. Enjoy!

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48017554

They Were Both Alone

Leon had never been in Major Krauser's personal quarters before--he knew he shouldn't have accepted the invite, but his heart had gotten the best of him. Now that heart felt like it was about to pound clear out of his chest. He was still wearing the clothes from their training, baggy shirt clinging to his back muscles from the sweat. He knew he could've used a shower first, but his mentor's dorm wasn't exactly the pinnacle of clean scents. His room was expertly tidy, almost minimalist, but it was thick with musk. It made Leon's nose crinkle, but not in an unpleasant way.

He watched as Krauser opened up a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. He took two small glasses, pouring both of the men a share. Leon studied him closely, watching the muscles along his arms ripple powerfully as he moved--even though his movements were languid, each one was purposeful, planned out. Leon both admired and liked that about him.

"You like whiskey?" Krauser grunted.

"Yes, Major Krauser." Leon answered obediently, back stiff.

"Call me Jack, rookie." Krauser rasped, turning around. "I invited you to my damn room, after all." He held a glass of whiskey out to Leon.

Leon didn't say anything that time, simply taking the whiskey and tossing it back. He let the liquor burn down his throat, and when he opened his eyes Krauser--no, Jack--was staring straight at him. They held each other's eyes before Jack took his whole serving in a single gulp.

"Do you know why I invited you here, rookie?"

Leon did everything he could to hold his gaze--their proximity in this close space was almost suffocating. The older man's entire presence was suffocating. And just like the whiskey, intoxicating. He wanted to let his eyes wander, both over his senior officer's body and his room. Anything to glean a little bit about what might lie behind Jack's scalding reprimands and forceful commands...and every ounce of his sharp-tongued praise.

"I'm not sure, sir. Did I do something not up to your standards in training?"

The corner of Jack's lips quirked up in a sneer. "Smart mouth on you, pretty boy. We'll have to work on that. But no. I've had my eye on you. You're a trustworthy man, rookie. Thought we might be able to talk. Relax together."

Leon felt the whiskey loosening his muscles. "If I have to call you Jack, maybe you can call me Leon, hm?" He smirked, the "pretty boy" ricocheting in his brain making him feel stupid.

Jack's sneer split into a toothy grin. "I see the whiskey helped you relax. Good." He took a step forward, his combat boots heavy against the wood paneling. Loud. "You know, Leon, you're a smart boy. You know how to listen. But also..."

Leon gripped his half full glass of whiskey. Jack was mere inches away. He could see the man's cold blue eyes, almost like glass, his full lips, soft jawline... Somehow, despite an army of hard muscles, his face was so soft. Not delicate, but gentle.

The young man felt a fresh sheen of sweat drip down his shoulders.

"You talk too much. You question things. You challenge." Jack's ocean-glass eyes hardened. "It's a pain in my ass, boy. But... I like that. I don't get a lot of men like that here. Makes my life a little bit more interesting." A pause. "Makes you a good soldier. You'll do some great things. I don't know what I'll do when they take you away from me. Be bored, mostly."

Leon gulped down the rest of his whiskey. He was burning somewhere further down than anywhere the liquor could reach. He had always had trouble reading signals, had even less experience with actual intimacy, but even he could feel the electricity lancing between them, alive and starving.

"Though, I don't know if I'll ever be finished training you." Jack looked Leon up and down, setting his whiskey glass a little top forcefully on top of a file cabinet. "You gonna say something or just stand there and look like a dumbass?"

Leon felt his head swim. "I dunno, Major Krauser. Are you ever gonna do anything besides just talk and act like you're better th--"

Jack was suddenly in Leon's face, a large hand resting on the younger man's shoulder. His face was next to Leon's, their cheeks inches away. Leon could smell cologne underneath the sweat, notes of bourbon and oak.

"One day, being pretty ain't gonna be enough, rookie. And I told you...it's just us. Call me Jack."

"I'd like to think that I've proved I'm more than that. And you know the deal, Krauser." Leon pressed his hand to Jack's chest, feeling the swell of muscle. "What's my name?"

Something soft bubbled up in Jack's throat. "As far as I'm concerned, you're just the boy with the pretty blues in my room."

Leon met his icy gaze, sure that Jack could hear his pounding heartbeat. "I could say the same about yours, Jack."

The Major stared down at him, face impassive. He moved one massive hand down and grabbed Leon's wrist, guiding those hungry fingers away from his chest. "I don't play games, boy. I want you." He turned around, beginning to peel his shirt off. "Tell me, Leon. Do you want me too? Or have I just imagined the way you've stared at me in training? Or the way you've tried to cop a feel, eh?"

Leon felt himself shaking. He remembered his first longterm girlfriend back in 1998--his coming out, the nightmarish break-up because of it, the apocalypse that followed. He never recovered from that breakup or the Raccoon City incident.

Still, as much of a bullheaded dick as Krauser was...he was an honorable man. He had admirable integrity and a drive to protect others. He was trustworthy. Leon did not feel unsafe around him.

"Yeah, Jack. I want you." He started to unzip his fatigue pants, fumbling with the zipper. Might as well rip the bandaid off as soon as possible.

Jack wasted no time. His shorts and boxers dropped to the floor. His shoulders flexed, his hands clenched into fists. Leon stared at the wall of a man in front of him, mind racing. His own pants and boxers were pooled around his feet, but he was so consumed by anxiety that he was having difficulty pulling his shirt up over his head. It felt like an impossible task, now that his bare pussy had nothing to hide it.

Jack turned, stoic, to meet Leon, his eyes opening wide as he laid eyes on the half-naked agent in front of him. He looked as if he had been ready to say something, but the words had been stolen right from his throat.

Leon felt his pulse shoot even higher until his eyes carved a path down Jack's body...to the faint, almost ghost-like scars across his chest, the forests of pretty blonde hair that ran down his belly, and down to his pussy, a t-cock significantly larger than Leon's own clearly erect and sticking out from the labia.

"Oh!" It was all Leon could say.

Jack suddenly tilted his head back and let out a rumbling laugh that faded out into choked guffaws. "Son of a bitch, rookie! You know, I had no idea. I was working myself up for nothing."

Leon blushed, but couldn't keep back a laugh of his own. "Yeah... I wouldn't have guessed. You're so big. I..."

"I work hard for my body. Get a little...chemical help every now and then." Leon raised his eyebrows at that, but Jack continued on. "Been stealth many years now. I do good work for our country and it's never been an issue." He ran a hand down his chest and down his belly, over the abs and slight swell of his obliques. His hand rested above his pubic mound and the soft golden hairs that ran wild there. Jack definitely wasn't someone who kept things trimmed. "Because of that, I'm very selective with who I bring home. After all...living like this, you have a lot of secrets."

"I get that. I'm careful too." Leon felt compelled to continue. Krauser drew out his empathy in a way no one else had before. "I lost my parents when I was young and... I ran away. From the crime scene. I got help and met good people, transitioned early when the truth came out. I was lucky. But it always seems to come back and bite me in the ass when it comes to people." Slowly, Leon pulled his shirt over his head. He hadn't had top surgery, wasn't planning to. From an early age, he had spent years working out the muscles in his chest, but there was still a soft swell that irritated him.

After what happened in Raccoon City though, he couldn't imagine being out of commission that long to recover. Unable to defend himself. If anyone ever commented, he just said it was gynecomastia, and then worked out even harder. The older he got and the more testosterone did its work, the more comfortable he felt, but it was still a source of dysphoria.

Leon stood there, dropping the sweaty shirt to the floor. He was muscular, but nowhere near as strong or beefy as Major Krauser. The older man also had about four inches in height on him. Leon was altogether smaller, softer looking than him. That and his chest made him feel vulnerable. More naked than just removing his clothes entailed.

"I know how that is." Jack grunted. "You must've felt real scared coming in here. I know I'm a real piece of work, but it's safe with me. You don't have to worry about me telling anybody." He came closer, until Leon could feel the warmth of his body heat. "You look good, Leon. You're a handsome young man."

"I... I like when you call me pretty." Leon whispered.

"You wanna be a pretty boy?" Jack hummed. His thumb met Leon's chin, tilting his face up. "Wanna be my pretty boy?"

Leon's brain short circuited. This was going WORLDS different from anything he could have imagined. The anxiety and dread inside him was replaced with excitement and curiosity. He had never met another man like himself before. He looked up at Jack and couldn't speak, only nodded.

"Speak up, soldier." Jack's usual bark of a command was now crooning, a tease. "Use your words."

"Yes." Leon gasped. "I want to be yours."

"Good boy." Jack's other hand trailed down the small of Leon's back before guiding him to the bed. He guided Leon down, the sheets slightly scratchy but nothing unbearable. He climbed up next to him, on all fours and facing a very red-faced Leon. "I feel like we've lived very different lives. But I'm glad that we've met. Almost feels like fate, doesn't it?"

Leon shrugged. "I don't believe in fate."

Jack grinned. "Then a gift." He reached out and ran a thumb over Leon's cheek, making him shudder with pleasure. "Leon... I'm only eight years older than you, but I've had a hell of a load more experience than you. Probably with being transgender too. I'm not sure what you've been through, but if you ever need someone to talk to, to help you, you let me know. You're one of my men. Thank you for trusting me."

Leon blushed. He had never seen Jack so... open, kind. He felt this was a side of the Major that few people rarely got to see. He walked in here stressed out and hoping for a quick fuck with the senior officer he was crushing on, but now... There was a sense of camaraderie and understanding that hadn't been there before. That Leon hadn't felt with anyone else. So much of it unspoken, the gaps filled in with Jack's reassuring rumble of words. Promises. Want.

"I feel like you're trusting me, too." Leon finally answered, keenly aware of the large hand cupping his jaw. "I..." He stumbled over his words, choked up.

"Come on, boy." Jack leaned forward, face hovering in front of Leon. His breath smelled like whiskey, his body still musky from training. "You have to tell me."

"Isn't that your job?" Leon couldn't help himself.

Jack breathed hard through his nose. "You want me to tell you what to do, then? Alright rookie, on your back." The hand on Leon's jaw became firmer for a moment before sliding away. The emptiness left a fire behind.

Leon wanted to play coy, but the dangerous edge in Jack's voice made his cock twitch, and he eagerly laid down on his back. Without being told, he spread his legs. He had a little body hair, and while it was darker in color, it was nowhere near as thick as Jack's, the latter being covered in fur head to toe.

The older man looked down at him, almost like a predator preparing to strike its prey, before saying softly. "Where do you like to be touched? Any limits?"

Leon held a hand to his chest. "I think I'm okay with anything right now. Just..." He paused. "Be gentle. With my chest." Leon has to gasp the words out. He could see the eagerness in the Major's eyes, but it was tempered with responsibility. Krauser was pretty fucking abrasive, but...he was a good leader. Maybe a good lover too.

Jack nodded firmly. "Alright." He leaned down, letting his full lips hover over Leon's shoulder. "Feel free to let your hands wander." He pressed his lips to Leon's skin, and Leon bucked, his arms wrapping around Jack's shoulders. Jack trailed fire up Leon's neck, whispering over Leon's jaw before crashing into his lips. The Major was a sloppy kisser, but passionate. His lips were full and starving, his tongue parting Leon open and exploring him.

Leon was shocked at the force of him for a moment, but eagerly leaned into it--their tongues battled for dominance as Leon brought his thighs up and began grinding against one of Jack's tree-trunk thighs. His t-cock became engorged, rubbing against Jack's muscles as Leon's pussy left the older man's skin gleaming with wetness.

Jack lifted his leg, pushing and flexing the muscles into Leon's cunt. He drew one hand up to Leon's head, stroking, almost petting him, before grabbing a fistful of his pretty hair and jerking him back, a rope of saliva still intertwining them together even as Leon moaned into the air.

Jack sneered, a low growl thrumming in his throat. "Good boy," he hissed into Leon's ear, licking a line up the side of his neck. He grinned, enjoying the way that Leon shivered. He licked his lips, considering making the young man...

Leon smirked back, grasping for Jack's thick hips and digging his nails in. It was time to work out some frustration.

Jack rutted against him, groaning. Leon's fingers explored the mountains and valleys of the Major's body, still grinding on his delicious thigh, enjoying the way the older man succumbed to his touch. It was giving him a power trip, the way Major Krauser's fingers knotted in the sheets and...

He let out a gasp, almost whimpering when Jack's lips suctioned gently around one of his nipples. It had been a long time since someone had touched him like this... It had been since never he had trusted someone this much.

He pressed his nipple and chest tissue deeper into Jack's mouth, enjoying the nip of his teeth and swirl of his tongue. Jack's hand found the line of his spine and traced it with his nails, enjoying the fact that he was back in control.

Leon let himself loosen, his hard t-cock throbbing, his wetness dripping down Krauser's leg, his mind swimming with oh god, I'm being touched, touch, touch, fuck, that feels so good...

"Good boy," Krauser said again, but this time it was a husky whisper. Leon felt the words curl around him, hot and alive, dragging him under roaring waves.

He crashed against his senior officer once again, and this time, he didn't come back up.

.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.

Krauser sat up straight in bed, his back rigid and heart pounding. The Rookie was next to him, snoring softly and tangled up in the bedsheets. The whole room smelled of sex and... and... Just sex.

Krauser put two fingers to his temples and massaged the tissue there deeply. He was still naked, his hair mussed and falling across his brow. He turned to look at the rookie for a moment, then let out a deep sigh.

It had been a long time since he had jeopardized his safety. Since he had...feelings, ones that couldn't be satisfied with clothes staying on. He had always been fascinated with the younger man--though the years and experience separated them, Leon S. Kennedy seemed to be one of the only men that could actively challenge him, in more ways than one. The young agent ignited something inside him, a grapple for dominance, a hunger he felt he couldn't satisfy.

A fear.

Krauser grabbed a sweat stained tank top off the ground and hurriedly slid it over his head. He needed to leave. He had almost been discharged once before, and he couldn't risk it again.

He's like you. He'll understand.

No. He's not. He's the government's golden boy. He'll get away with whatever he wants. Me...I'm on thin fucking ice.

Krauser slid his shorts up, bouncing on one leg to his messy dresser where he combed his hair back into place, not bothering with gel. He just...needed to go work out. Get his mind off things. Lose his mind completely. Strength. That is what mattered. Not competition, not sex, not...

Strength. If not for strength, he would be nothing.

He didn't allow his mind to go further.

He cast one final glance at Leon, considering writing a note. He shook it off, quietly opening the door. Leon would wake up alone and know to make his leave. If not, Krauser would punish him for it later.

That's wrong.

I don't care.

.o.o.o.o.o.o.

The door shut and Leon opened his eyes. He gripped the sheets in shaky hands, drawing them up to his chin. He let Jack's smell, heavy and musky, curl around him, and for a moment, pretended he wasn't alone.

He pretended that he had known and loved Jack for years, that this wasn't a military base, that Raccoon City or seeing his parents shot hadn't ever happened. He pretended the whole world that was and could ever be was this bed, and that Jack was still next to him.

Just for a moment.

Jack wouldn't be Jack when he left this room. He would be The Rookie and Jack would be Major Krauser.

Ans yet, there would always be something tying them together now. Something special that only two men like them could share, that two men like them would have to hide in the military. Something two men like them knew how to love.

Or hate.

Leon felt his lip tremble, and pushed himself to his feet. He needed to get the fuck out of here.

.o.o.o.o.o.

Krauser should have had a spotter, but he didn't really give a fuck.

Leon could have spotted you.

Oh, fuck off!

He benched an almost dangerous amount for weight, groaning and grunting and sweating as he flexed to left it. His mind emptied out into nothing but strength, but even so, his t-cock grew hard--he wanted to say it was from adrenaline, but the musky scent of the workout room, feeling his muscles burn, and the memory of wetness on his thigh made him come alive. Pushing pushing pushing against the weight. He thought of pretty blue eyes and a soft smile...

"RAAAAAAAH!" Krauser snarled, pushing the weight above his head. It was a mistake. Making him weak. He needed to focus. He had fucked up before and it almost ruined his life. Not again.

Krauser slammed the heavy weights to the side, letting them crash to the floor. He leapt up heaving loudly, enjoying the cacophony of noise. The chaos that suddenly occurred in this small room excited him, and he felt powerful. He panted, face red and muscles bulging. He thudded his fist against his chest and laughed.

Life was about to get very hard for his rookie.

.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.

Leon sat alone in his quarters, loose black shirt, boxers and nothing else. He was freshly showered, wet hair dangling in his face. A simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a comfort good, sat on the counter untouched.

He had a small TV in his room and flipped through the channels, bored. So many pictures flashing by were men and women kissing or fucking. It made him remember what it was like to be kissed by Krauser--it felt like an entire ocean was drowning him. Something he couldn't escape from.

And then the bastard left him. All of that, and then gone.

Leon grabbed the sandwich and forced himself to take a bite. He hated the crust, but always made himself eat it. Before his mother died, she would always say that that was where the nutrients were. He was sure it was bullshit, but it reminded him of her, one of the only things that did, so he ate the fucking crust.

He watched an old movie on the screen, he thought it was called Pillow Talk, and leaned back. He wanted to talk to Krauser. Make things better. He...despite what a genuine asshole he was, Krauser had a soft side. A gentle side. The heart of an honorable leader. There was something that made him as shitty as he was, and Leon wanted to find it and cradle it.

The military would make that hard. But he wouldn't give up.

Leon flipped open his laptop, going to write an email to Sherry to try and get his mind off things. But no matter what he did, he couldn't summon a word.

All he could think of was pretty blue eyes and a cutting sneer.

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