Resident Evil:: Midnight Madness

Leon Kennedy got back to his apartment around midnight. He kicked off his shoes and sighed, flexing and curling his toes through his socks, tossing his keys onto the side-table and looking around his silent apartment with calculated, scanning eyes. After years of nothing but lurching, lumbering monsters and ravenous, moaning undead. . . Leon seemed to feel hackles rise at the back of his neck with even a warm breath of wind on his cheek. It was one of the prices they had all had to pay. . . But luckily, Leon didn’t have to go through it alone. He shared his apartment with a man - a man he knew well, both from stories and his own personal relationship with him. At first, their relationship had been stand-offish and cold; and then it had seemed to warm in the blink of an eye. Leon still remembered the first time he had been kissed by the man - the first time he had been kissed by any man, truthfully. The shame and wounded male ego had been there; but Leon had been surprised and pleased to find the erotic warmth that had filled his chest and stomach. His roommate had noticed it as well, it seemed, for it hadn’t taken long for his clothes to be shed to the floor and his body to be pinned down on the bed. Surely he had made at least half hearted attempts to wrestle the man off?

“No,” Leon answered. He removed his shirt on his way to the bedroom, letting it fall where it may. That was one of her perks to living with a guy, you never had to pick up after yourself, until you were tripping over a mountain of trash, or until the neighbors complained about the smell.

Leon was beautiful in the thin ray of moonlight that shifted through the window. His muscles rippled gently as he walked, his stomach rising and falling softly with his soft breath. One hand went to the waistband of his jeans, fingers lightly fondling the button as his other rested to the door-frame that led into his bedroom. Our bedroom, Leon amended, and his stomach was bombarded with heavy, looping butterflies. Leon peered into the darkness of their bedroom, and found his lover sleeping on his back, one leg falling from the bed, one arm curled up, fingers brushing his cheek. Thin strands of spiked brown hair fell down over his forehead, and soft, warm moans fell from his spaced lips; forcing Leon to shift uncomfortably in his jeans and pull the crotch away from his stiffening cock.

It had been a long night. A long night of speculation and assumption and screaming matches that meant one thing: They had no fucking clue what was going on in one rural village in Europe. Only that, as it turned out, the president’s daughter had been kidnapped and taken there. It was just what Leon needed. Hey, as long as you’re battling the undead and blasting holes in hideous creations of science and madness, why not take on the role of the knight in shining armor. Leon sighed and knocked his brow against the doorframe, hissing in pain and snapping back to rub his fingers against the growing knot he had left there. “Shit,” he growled below his breath, “This is fucking great. It’s not enough that Uncle Sam is jerking me around by my balls, now I have to worry about some spoiled little girl being slaughtered by a bunch of black robed, muttering cult members. Isn’t this just the icing on the cake.”

“Leon?,” his lover’s voice rose up, groggy and thick with sleep. Leon saw his head lift up from the pillow, his eyes blinking rapidly. “Leon? Is that you babe?”

“Yeah. Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up. You can go back to sleep. I think I’m gonna watch some T.V. and grab a bite to eat before I join you.” Leon stood there in indecision, watching with piqued interest as his lover sat up further and the silken sheets dropped to his naked waist, exposing the sexy lines and muscles of his chest and stomach, the delicate and erotic curves of his strong hips. Leon nibbled the inside of his lip and rubbed a hand absently over his twitching, imprisoned cock.

“I was hoping you’d join me,” his lover said in a throaty purr. Leon shivered, licking at his lips as the man tossed the sheets aside and showed every inch of his nude, vulnerable body. His cock stood up stiff and solid for him, and Leon could not suppress his moan. Every black feeling and worrisome doubt that had layered itself over him through the course of his day melted away as his lover gripped his hot phallus and began to lazily stroke it. He was smiling, and Leon found it infectious. “I know it’s been a rough couple of weeks for you.”

“Rough couple of years is more like it,” Leon said heavily. The situation was grim and growing grimmer by the day. . . But looking at his boyfriend play with himself for his hungry, glittering eyes seemed to add a silver lining to this dark and bloated cloud. Leon chuckled as the man drove his hips up against his touch, moaning hotly to the chilly room. “You’re such a fucking tease, Chris,” Leon whispered warmly, unbuckling his belt and tossing it aside as he broke the threshold into their room.

“Bullshit,” Chris Redfield cooed, sitting up and crawling to the edge of the bed to meet Leon, his eyes sharp and beautiful, dark blue and entrancing, beneath the moonlight. “Anything I got is yours, Leon, you know that. Everything on the floor is for sale.”

Leon smiled with sexual boldness, curling his fingers under Chris’ chin and tipping his face up to look down into his shining eyes. “Oh yeah?,” he moaned, leaning lower to brush his breath over his lover’s full lips. “What do I gotta pay for it?”

“Hm.” Chris considered this for a moment, and then pressed his callused palm to Leon’s chest, feeling the slow throb of his heart. “I guess your heart is enough.”

“How romantic,” Leon chuckled. He wasn’t in the mood for romance, however, and he showed this as he kissed his lover hard and took him down to the bed. Chris gasped with the shock of pressure on his naked groin, Leon’s rough denim rubbing against him as he worked himself between Chris’ spread thighs. He pulled from the kiss with a moan, dropping his head back and feeling a delicious sizzle of ecstasy burrow into his spine as hot kisses trailed the line of his throat, slipping past the jut of his Adam’s apple and coasting across the strong curve of his jaw. Hot breath flooded his ear, stirring the falling spikes of his dark hair. “You in the mood?,” Leon asked. It was a perfunctory question, by then Leon knew Chris was always ready for a hot round of sex. Chris fumbled for the nightstand and blindly grasped there for a moment before coming back and tickling Leon’s cheek with what he had found.

Leon turned and smiled, Chris tracing the smooth, plump curve of his mouth with the wrapped condom in his hand. “Suit up, soldier,” Chris drawled, smiling crookedly. Leon bit the edge of the condom, holding it delicately between his teeth with his dark blue eyes sparkling.