Once More

Hello all! Sorry I didn't give an intro the first chapter but I am a hardcore Leon fan so this story is a bit....out there for me. Just to keep in my comfort zone I threw a little Chris/Leon in there, it's one of my favorite pairings aside from Wesker/Chris or Wesker/Leon. Please enjoy this chapter and I'll be posting another one in a few days possibly!

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"So what is it that you needed to show me?" Chris asked, waving away the waiter as he turned to ask him what drink he'd have. Leon signaled that what ever he was having would be fine for Chris as well and set a worn out army bag on the table between them.



"When Jill disappeared, I was dispatched with the team that investigated her disappearance and they found a piece of evidence that would have been subdued and deemed as insignificant. However, I managed to convince the president to allow me to bring it to you in hopes that you can identify whether or not it has any importance." As he spoke, Leon pulled a darkened plastic bag from inside the other one and slid it across the table to Chris. The brunette stared at the package, afraid to open it and yet too excited to move. This was his first lead in weeks! He prayed it led somewhere other than that site.



Slowly he raised his hand, placed it on the edge of the bag, and pulled it closer to him, staring at the darkened plastic the entire time. This had to be it...this had to be the break he was looking for! He was going to get Jill back no matter what it took him, he hadn't taken her back from Wesker only to lose her two years later, no way!



He pulled apart the seal and tilted the bag, shaking it gently to slide the evidence inside out onto the table. His breath hitched as pieces of Jill's favorite shirt slid from the confines of the sealed evidence container. He gazed at them, dumbfounded and beginning to panic. Leon's jaw clenched as he recognized the look of pain that flashed across Chris' visage. He reached over to touch the mans arm when the waiter set their drinks before them. He grabbed his and took a sip, nudging Chris' towards his hand. The man slowly pulled himself from his daze and grabbed the drink, downing it in several gulps.



"She...that was her favorite shirt..." He muttered, his gaze slowly lifting from the fabric to meet Leon's consoling eyes. He felt the smaller males hand on his bicep and deflated, burrying his face in the hand that wasn't holding liquor. Despite the feeling in his chest he couldn't muster the tears he was sure would have been overflowing had he been hydrated. It helped however to feel the warmth of Leon's hand against his skin. It gave him comfort to know that this man was there should he need someone to console in.



"Hey, why don't I get you another drink? All on me." Leon signaled to the waiter and asked for another round as soon as possible and leaned back in his chair, gazing at the other evenly.



"How's Claire? I haven't talked to her in a while."



"She...she's uh..she's good. She's been promoted to...she's a step below the president of the company that's all I can remember, I haven't kept in contact with her either, she's usually so busy." The burly male rubbed his eyes and dropped the hand with a soft thud onto the table, offering the smaller male a grateful smile for the topic change who in turn gave him a shy smile. As the waiter set down their drinks and left them alone, Chris felt himself calming and even piecing things together. Jill had left the house wearing her favorite shirt and the cute apple bottom shorts they'd picked out together the week before. She had gone to the bank, deposited her check, went grocery shopping, picked up another box of condoms, and had phoned in to say she was on her way back home. That was the last he heard of Jill's whearabouts. He had his destinations in mind now, all that was left was retracing her footsteps and then ultimately where she would have disappeared.



He gave a curt nod to Leon, standing as he did so, and staggered out to his car. He hadn't been out drinking since he first started this career and now the alcohol really set in. The brunette he'd left back at the table seemed to notice this and jogged to catch him as he swayed forward.



"Look, I'll take you where you need to go, just tell me." He muttered, sounding a bit strained with the weight he had to hold up. Chris nodded wordlessly and used the smaller brunettes body to stabilize his own as he stumbled to the car just beyond his reach. Once inside he managed to slur out his destinations and hope to god that Leon could understand him. To his relief, the brunette had no troubles and soon they were outside the bank, staring around as if their clue were just going to pop out at them. Thats when Chris found the ability to cry and simply broke down, sobbing into his hands as if that would bring back his lost Jill. Leon could do nothing but reach over and pat the burly brunette on the shoulder.

"I...I'm sorry, I'm usually not like this." Chris slurred, sitting back and staring at the dashboard. Leon glanced around and opened the drivers side door, stepping out and walking to Chris' side.

"Come on, lets look around." He offered, opening the BSAA agent's door for him. Chris nodded and pulled himself out, taking Leon's shoulder as it was offered and leaning on it when he felt he was going to fall.

After a long extensive search of the parking lot and several more minutes spent peering inside the darkened building, they assumed there was no evidence to be found at this location. Distraught but not ready to give up, Chris pestered Leon into searching all of the locations with him and every time they searched they came up empty handed. There was nothing left to do but stand and ponder. So that was what Chris did, he leaned against the building of the last location he knew Jill had gone to visit and simply stared down at his shoes, the effects of the alcohol long gone.

"Chris, it's seven in the morning, we haven't found traces of Jill or even a hint of where she could have gone. If she had been kidnapped and held for ransom the perpetrators would have contacted us by now. I'm sorry Chris, I can't do any more tonight." Leon said softly, approaching the silent man slowly. Chris stirred to stare into the others face, reading the exhausted expression and relaxing. He offered his hand to the other man in a gesture that spoke his acceptance and understanding.

"Yeah, sorry. I didn't mean to put you through all this it's just...there's no one else Leon." He heaved a tired sigh and shook his head. Leon grasped the offered hand and pulled the arm against his chest, pressing their bodies together in their usual form of greeting or parting. This time was different, the arm he'd been cradling slipped from between them and he found that both of Chris' strong well toned arms were around him in the most comfortable hug he'd ever experienced. Instantly he felt safe and warm and the two combined made his eyes droop half way shut. God, now he knew why ladies loved being in Chris' arms!

The way his body fit against Chris' must have triggered a memory of Jill or an automatic response to holding a woman so tenderly because Leon soon found his head tilted back and rough lips pressed to his own. He grunted in response, not wanting to break contact should Chris dissolve into that crying mess he'd seen earlier upon realization that Leon was not in fact Jill. Slowly though, he warmed up to the feeling and even allowed Chris to deepen the kiss. He nearly drew the line as he felt the older mans tongue push past his lips and graze along his own.

The arms around his body tightened and Chris gave a low groan as he brushed their lower halves together, his body begging for more contact and that sweet release he had deprived it of since Jill disappeared. Now he couldn't control his hunger, seeking out the nearest source of comfort he could find. He knew what he was doing, but he was powerless to stop these waves of pleasure from controlling his actions.

"C-Chris!" Leon managed to pant between the assault of his lips and the beginning caresses of the taller man on his lower back. The feeling scared him because it gradually moved lower and lower until finally Chris grew bold and simply shoved his hand down the back of his pants and pulled their lower halves together in a desperate grind. Was he going to lose his 'other virginity' to Chris simply because the man was horny and grieving over his lost lover? As a finger slid between his crevice and pressed against his entrance he saw no other way of this ending.