Resident Evil:: Midnight Madness

Leon groaned as his cell phone began to buzz. He looked at the clock, head still a little groggy from his short cat-nap. He and Chris had been frantic, desperate for each other, but they had still managed a rousing two hour feast on one another’s bodies. They had collapsed, exhausted, deeply satisfied. Chris had gone into a deep sleep almost immediately, tucked into his lover’s side. Leon had stayed awake, watching the ceiling, trying to think of how he could tell his man that he would be leaving soon.



And now he didn’t have any time to think any more. He reached over his sleeping lover, snatching his phone before it vibrated to the floor. He flipped it open, read the short message on the screen, swore under his breath, and then read it again.



LaGuardia. 6: 30 A.M.



“Fuck me,” Leon hissed, snapping the phone closed and dropping it to the floor, not at all gently. He fell back into his pillows, Chris shifting against him, breath hot and slow against his neck. He knew that he couldn’t delay any longer. This was his job after all, and whether or not he had been enlisted because of his accidental knowledge of the Umbrella Corporation or not, he had agreed to do anything and everything to see that no more disasters like Raccoon City occurred.



Still. . . Chris was warm and felt nice against him. Leon kissed his brow and slowly lifted the man’s arm from his mid-section.



The sleeping man stirred. “Leon?”



“Yeah,” Leon answered, uncertain.



“Mm, come back to bed,” Chris mumbled, shifting beneath the sheets. One dark blue eye opened to follow Leon across the room. “It’s cold without you.”



“I can’t,” Leon said, gently. Trying not to let his frustration show. It was amazing how tense he could be after hours of hot, passionate sex. Just one more irritation he could add to his growing list.



“Where are you going?,” Chris asked. He was sitting up now, and the sleep was gone from his voice. It always turned Leon on when Chris blended so seamlessly from sweet to hard. It was damn frustrating to live with a man who could melt you, make your knees tremble, and then forcibly crush you. He supposed this was the side of Chris that had entered that mansion on the outskirts of Raccoon years ago, with nothing but his wits and his instincts to keep him alive.



Leon chose his words carefully. “To the airport.”



“What?”



“Orders.” Leon walked to the bed, picking up his phone from the floor and handing it to his lover. Chris scanned the message briefly, and then his haunting sapphire eyes turned up. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a mission?”



Leon winced. “I didn’t think it. . .I mean. . .” He sighed. “I wanted to get laid.” Well, it certainly sounded selfish and cruel when stated so baldly. But he had been looking for a little comfort and affection. He supposed it had been wrong of him to use Chris that way, but he was too tired and beaten down to care much.



“Guess it didn’t help much,” Chris said, eyeing Leon’s pale face, the dark circles layered beneath his tired blue eyes. It scared him a little how much he wanted to kiss that face and take the man into his arms. Maybe it was better Leon go and put a little distance between them. “How long are you gonna be gone this time?”



“I don’t know. I’m not supposed to discuss this with a civilian. Bureau regulations and all that. You know the rules.”



“Yeah, I know the rules. And I know how to break them too.” Chris got up on his knees and placed his hands on Leon’s face, forcing their eyes to meet. “How long are you gonna be gone?”



“I don’t know,” Leon repeated. “Could be a few days. Could be a few weeks. I guess it all depends on how well I do my job.”



“Where are you going?”



Leon shook his head slowly in Chris’ hands. He honestly didn’t know where he was being sent. All he had been told was that it was a remote location somewhere in Europe. A small and rather uncivilized village.



“I guess you better get going.”



“Yeah.” Leon lingered there, contemplating his lover and how beautiful he looked in the brief sheath of moonlight that slanted in through the curtains. He didn’t like the idea of needing someone. It was dangerous to get attached. Every mission could be his last, and he didn’t need someone waiting on him, or mourning him. He had thought that getting involved with Chris Redfield would be easy, something a little forbidden and a little exciting, but nothing threatening. Chris knew the game, knew how it was played, and understood that emotional attachment was a luxury they couldn’t afford.



So why was he making it so damn hard to leave?



Leon grazed Chris’ mouth with a kiss. Chaste, fast. Chris nuzzled against his cheek, which was scratchy with stubble. “I’ll. . .miss you,” the former S.T.A.R.S. member said awkwardly.



“Yeah,” Leon agreed.



“You want me to help you pack?”



“I think I got it. Think you could put on some joe? I might need it. Looks like I won’t be getting much sleep for a while.”



Chris’ hand pet down Leon’s naked back, fingers stopping just above his backside. “Yeah, I can do that.”



Leon shivered against the touch, his breath rushing out against Chris’ ear. “I don’t have time for this and you know it,” he shot. “If we do it again that’s just gonna. . .”



“Yeah, I know that,” Chris agreed. “It’s gonna make it harder to say goodbye. But I think it’s hard enough anyway.” He pulled Leon closer and traced kisses up his throat, nudging against him like a begging kitten, purring like the same. Leon bit his bottom lip, struggling to keep his composure. He couldn’t waste time here screwing around. . . Chris’ teeth nipped him, gently at first, and then hard enough to bruise. Leon gasped and clutched at the sweaty spikes of his lover’s hair.



“Christopher,” a warning tone.



Chris laughed against the blemish, suckling it in apology. “I like that, say my name again.” He bit Leon’s throat once more, harder than before, sending a few hot shudders through his body. Leon’s nails touched his scalp. “Knock it off,” Leon whispered, every ounce of fight and resistance fleeing from his voice. “I don’t have time for this.” Perhaps because he wanted to play with him, just a little. “Christopher.”



“Mmm, yeah,” Chris moaned, teasing his way to Leon’s lips. “I want you.” The statement should have embarrassed the strong renegade, but he found that all he felt was a deep ache. His hands crept up and tilted Leon’s head back, the man struggling none, just watching Chris with his glazed, hooded eyes.



“I love you.”



Chris’ heart was hammering as he spilled the words. He didn’t know what to expect, but he had been given no choice. Leon blinked slowly, and then sighed. Chris expected him to pull away from him and leave without a word, but instead his hands came up and curled on Chris’ chest.



“You’re an idiot,” Leon whispered, “And I love you too. Which fucks everything all to hell.”



Chris smiled crookedly. “Does that mean I won’t get a postcard?”



“Fuck you, Redfield.”



“No,” Chris said, hovering over Leon’s perfect, pouted lips. “This time I’m gonna fuck you, Leon.”



“Chris, I don’t have time for this- - -”



His words were dissolved as the renegade kissed him, hard. He felt his lips throb beneath Chris’ mouth, and knew they’d be bruised. He could try and explain that when he got to the airport, but he didn’t think he’d have the time or the strength. Let them all think what they wanted, in that moment, all Leon wanted was Chris Redfield. The mission ceased to matter as strong fingers slipped through his uneven hair and brushed it away from his brow, tangling and knotting as they kissed. Leon’s hands pressed at Chris’ chest, not in an act of negation, but just wanting to feel the firm muscles flex beneath his touch.



“I’ll make it quick,” Chris breathed against his mouth. “Get on the bed, Leon.”



Leon took a moment to look at his cell, which flashed to show him he had missed a few calls. Well, screw it. How often did the government leave people hanging in the wind? Maybe a few frantic minutes would be good for them.



He moved onto the bed and rested on his back, stretched out comfortably in his nudity. The first time he and Chris had made love, Leon had crawled beneath the blankets the first chance he had gotten. He knew that he had nothing to be ashamed of, his body was hard and sculpted and firm. But something about those electric blue eyes combing over his naked form had embarrassed him.



Leon smiled playfully, fingers tracing up and down Chris’ back. “Mm, you better,” the agent whispered, “Otherwise I might just have to punish you.” Chris shivered and turned, pinning Leon’s hands above his head, smiling as Leon’s blue eyes widened in surprise. “Don’t tease me, Leon,” Chris growled, “You’re gonna have a rough time explaining to the government why you can’t walk. Won’t be much good on that mission.”



“Chris, hey,” Leon started, but Chris kissed him and shook his head.



“You don’t have time to argue,” Chris whispered, “And I don’t have the patience to deal with you anymore. So shut up and let me do it.”