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Leon trudged through the wooden door. Or at least it would be if it wasn’t rotting and falling apart, threatening to fall off its hinges every time he opened it. Despite its cold nature, the familiar dark cave was a relief to see. The magenta flame alongside a long sturdy table, surrounded by crates. More exclusive wares for him to spend his pesetas on, no less.
He eyes the nameless man standing behind the table, waiting for the infamous greeting. “What can I do for you today, stranger?” The cloaked man enquires the way he usually does. When he conveniently pops up when Leon needs him the most. More so his items, Leon thinks to clarify. But there are other needs too. He lets out an exasperated groan as the man eyes him, expressionless from behind the purple cloth.
“What do you have to offer?” Leon is usually straight to the point, but not when he strides around the room, pretending to care for the items decorating the shelves. The same ones he’s seen countless times because frankly, they never move from their original positions. He fingers at the grooves of a chalice, pouting. “You could use some repairs.” He states in a thick accent, and Leon makes a show of thinking the offer over. “I could...” He strides towards the table to lay his pistol holster down.
A gloved hand reaches out to assess it, but Leon snatches it back before he could. “But I don’t need it right now.” He buckles it back into place. “Customer’s needs.” The merchant simply replies, and Leon rolls his eyes. He turns back around to pop a piece of gum into his mouth, loitering around. The merchant starts to get impatient. “Can I interest you in anything at all?” He asks, and can only wonder what the shorter male is going to retort with now. “There is,” Leon states, and the merchant is unaware that he is holding an egg in his right hand, nestled in his closed palm as he hid it.
The merchant is about to make a deal before Leon swiftly turns around and throws the egg, perfectly aiming for the man’s covered face. Leon can hear as the shell cracks, watching the yellow contrast against the purple fabric from the yolk that burst upon impact. “Oi, you-!!” The merchant grunted, and Leon slid right past the table. He stands right in front of the nameless man, and he towers over Leon’s more diminutive form. “What are you playing at, stranger?” He murmurs, deep and rumbling that Leon could feel it strum in his ears.
Leon watches as he wipes the albumen of the egg from off his mask with a gloved hand, already saturated with the sticky substance. He doesn’t think when he lifts his hand to move the fabric from in front of the merchant’s face, damp and heavy. He aggressively attaches his lips to the man’s, whimpering when a large heavy hand rests on his neck to slow him down. He doesn’t want to though, wants to take it the same way he did when they last shared a kiss. All tongue and teeth, no room for devotion.
“Easy, stranger.” The words are whispered against Leon’s lips, and he shakes his head, both at the name, and the instruction. “Keep up.” He taunts, and the throaty chuckle pours from the other's mouth, right down Leon’s throat that he could feel it vibrate in his chest. The merchant complies when Leon least expects him to, plunging his tongue into the blonde’s mouth to lave at his teeth. Leon grips at the sides of his hood, breaking to ask for, “More.” He almost whines when gloved hands snake down his hips to wrap around his thighs.
He gasps, breaking the kiss when he’s momentarily lifted off the floor to be seated on the table, the merchant standing tall between his legs. “Careful what you wish for there, stranger.” And that damn name makes Leon want to scowl. “Leon...” He breathes, connecting his lips back to the taller man’s. “Hm?”
“The name’s Leon.” Leon sucks at his tongue before breaking off from the kiss, lips puffy and pink, shiny with saliva which drooled down his chin. “Leon.” The merchant repeats, thumb swiping at the drool on Leon’s chin before skimming over his lips. Leon darts a tongue out to lick at the pad, acknowledging the faint taste of gunpowder. “I’d much prefer-“ Leon cuts off the masked man with another kiss, tongue guiding his chewed gum into the merchant's mouth. He watches cold grey eyes widen slightly at the action, and he licks his lips slowly before hopping off the table, a smug look plastered on his face.
The purple fabric falls back into place on the merchant's face, and Leon grins. “Who tastes like egg now?” He prods at the large heavy cloak, hearing a distinct jingle on the inside. The merchant can only chuckle when Leon leaves his holster back on the table, wiping the saliva from his lips with his wrist glove. “On second thought, I do need a repair.” He places half the required amount of pesetas on the table with a clank, and the merchant looks up at him.
Though pesetas are of no use to him, he still accepts them as currency. “50% off, ey, stranger.” The merchant counts the gold coins. Leon smiles before slipping back past the door. Looks like they’re back to business.