Chu-e didn't live in the dorms.

But he had been inspecting them. After the whole ordeal with Genesect the sub wasn't exactly back to full speed yet. A few of the grunts were skittish about coming back on board and thinks needed to be moved and cleaned. So far, the dorms were looking okay. He had stopped to sit on the bed of this empty room and take a break. That little break ended up with him falling into a light doze.

Then the banging on the door started, starling him awake. Chu-e groaned but wallowed up, sighing as he rubbed his eyes. Great. Now his clothes were all rumpled with sleep and a few hairs out of place. He opened the door and openly pouted at the blond guy he saw on the other side. Leon Vercetti wasn't someone Chu-e knew, which was fair, since it's not like he could memorize every Grunt who wandered onto the ship.

"You need something?" He grumbled, leaning against the doorway.

Chu-e took a breath. Paused. Let it out. Oh, so this Leon Vercetti guy was flirting. Okay. Raising a brow, Chu-e allowed him to pass, stepping out of the way, but turned around and slid the door closed. He was still pretty sleepy but he would not be outdone. It was time for some Gay Chicken.

"Looks can be deceiving." He finally answered, even, tilting his head and not hiding his own one over of Leon. He was pretty at least. "You think your balls are big enough to sniff at one of the big dogs? Nut up or shut up. But you won't get any special favors." Walking over, Chu-e flopped back onto the bed, sitting up and curling his legs up under himself. Lifting a hand to cover his mouth he yawned. "Impress me and maybe I'll let you have a taste, Vercetti." He purred out Leon's last name as he said it, a small grin slipping over his face.

Chu-e took it in stride, allowing himself to be malleable like clay in the other's hold. He still had knives in reach if he really needed them. He also still had his own tricks. When Leon Vercetti was close enough, his legs shot out like a spring, attempting to wrap around the other's waist like a vice and pull them closer to one another. Just barely on the edge of touching, a teasing brush of fabric between them.

Chu-e preened and tilted his head into the hold, peered to the side to try and catch the other's eyes. There was challenge in his own. Could Leon really tame him? Give him what he wanted?

Leon didn't need to know how long it had been since his last fuck. It was entirely too long. Over two years, anyway. His last screw had been his husband. Back when he was still healthy and able to be in Leon's position in this. A tongue flicked past his lips, wetting them, and he hummed back, grinning. "Why? Worried you won't measure up?"

A hand trailed down Leon's front, the other helping keep Chu-e balanced on the bed. It stopped before hitting the money, lazily flicking at the button of Leon's pants. "Hope you got a condom, big boy."

Chu-e tilted his head, a warm laugh leaving him; not one of mockery, thankfully for Leon Vercetti's ego, but the kind of bubbly anticipation of humor and nerves. Even if he was talking big game, was more than willing to go down this little detour with the Grunt, there was still a small hitch of something boiling in his gut. Not exactly pleasant but not terrible, just something looking to boil over with the right provocation.

His lips fell open, nibbling at Leon's, trying to guide the warm and slick kiss into something slow. Leon might be able to taste the remnants of peach chapstick as he Chu-e didn't want to rush. If he was going to share body heat for a while, he wanted to be taken apart slow and put back together rough. Something quick was never an option for Leon. Deft fingers, skilled from years of pickpocketing, easily fished the condom from it's place. He dropped it next to him on the bed, then placed a firm hand on Leon's chest and pushed. A forced parting of lips as he also pulled his head back, blush high on his cheeks.

"I'm not just doing this because you're a Grunt. I don't expect you to do any of this." It was low and soft, whispered between them. "If you don't want this, at any point, back out. No repercussions. I never want to be that kind of person." As confident as he was, there was something raw hiding behind his teeth, a slight tremble of vulnerability that peeked through for just a moment. A pause, for a breath, long enough to know if Leon made his choice- then Chu-e pulled him back for another kiss, pressing closer and tightening his hold.

Skin was revealed slowly. The only pause, break of action, was when fingers pressed to remove his compression shirt. Shifting, pulling away gently, he shook his head and smoothed that part of his attire back down. Without his clothes, the baggy shirt over top and loose pants, Leon Vercetti would he able to see how scrawny Chu-e was. Like he didn't quiet eat enough. How pale. How his skin was littered with nicks and cuts, old scars long healed but staining his skin.

It wasn't long before Chu-e was pressed back, laying out, hair spread over the sheets and pulling Leon closer closer closer.

"If I didn't want this, you'd be dead by now." Was purred out, a grin tugging at his lips. Warmth spreading through his veins. He tugged at Leon's clothes, the angle awkward to try and pull them off. "Now lose those pants and let me suck on then titties."