Resident Evil:: Midnight Madness
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Category:
+M through R › Resident Evil
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
5,776
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Resident Evil, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Pride
“Chris, I really don’t---”
“God, shut up, Leon,” Chris muttered absently, hand brushing up the man’s naked side. Leon stiffened, dreadfully ticklish, letting out a small laugh and turning his face away. His eye happened upon the clock, 7:20, he was now almost an hour late. He heard his phone buzz angrily for what had to be the twentieth time. Sunlight was creeping into the room, slanting across the walls, torn to shreds by the blinds. The feds would have his nuts for this, and Chris was petting at him like he had all the time in the world.
“You think this is some kinda game? If my ass isn’t on that plane I’m gonna get fucked, and you know that. I get it, you love me, but you can’t just keep me here. You know better than anyone what they’re doing out there, and it’s our job---”
“I am so goddamn sick of hearing about my job,” Christopher growled, pinning Leon by his wrists and sitting heavily on his lap. “And I don’t give a shit about yours either, Kennedy. There’s got to be more to it than that for us. There’s gotta be, or you can get your ass on that plane and stay gone.”
He slid off of the man, sitting on the side of the bed with broken sunlight falling on his naked shoulders. Leon watched him, so angry and horny and confused he didn’t know what to do with himself. “If you go, you might as well stay gone,” Chris repeated, “Because then I’ll know there’s nothing that matters more to you than this shit. That you can’t drop it.”
Leon slowly scooted behind the man, resting his chin on Chris’ shoulder and wrapping his arms around him. His body was hard and Leon slowly traced his fingers through Chris’ belly hair, thinking. “I don’t wanna stay gone,” he finally said, “I just want to do what’s right, but now, I’m not too sure what that is. If there’s something out there I can stop… I don’t wanna just walk away from it.”
Chris nodded. “I know,” he admitted, “I’m acting like a total jerk.”
Leon smiled. “The Feebs can wait a little while,” he murmured, “Won’t kill ‘em.” He reached to the nightstand and grabbed his phone, turning it off and throwing it away. “I doubt the fate of the world rests too heavily on my getting fucked.”
Chris grinned, turning to the man and taking him down to the bed. For a while, the world faded away, and there was only him and Leon. The mission didn’t seem to matter, and the haunting memories didn’t seem quite as sharp and horrible. For a while, they melted together and found some kind of peace.
“Be safe.”
“Yeah, sure.”
“I mean it, Leon. Quit screwing around.”
“Alright, I’ll try.”
“Good.” He wanted to say more, Leon could tell, but in the end, he was too proud. Enough had been said between them.
Leon hugged him, standing there on the chilly tarmac as two FBI agents stood to the side, shifting uncomfortably. Pride had never been a vanity of his. “I love you, I’ll try and stay safe. This is just a typical thing, you know. Rescue the damsel in distress, in and out.”
“I hope you’re talking about the mission.”
“Yeah,” Leon laughed, “She’s nothing but a kid anyway. I’ll keep in constant contact with base, so don’t fret too much, mother.” He pulled back from the man, bangs blowing from his forehead in the chilly wind, sharp blue eyes intense. “I’ll be fine.”
“Yeah,” Chris agreed, looking off to the side. “See you when you get back. Man, Claire’s gonna kick my ass for letting you go.”
“Letting me go? Oh, brother, you are so fucking delusional,” Leon laughed.
“I guess you better get out of here before I knock out those guys and steal you away to Hawaii or something.” There was a joke beneath his words, but the muscles in his jaw twitched. Leon didn’t doubt that Chris could do it, he had charged his way through rougher tasks than a couple of agents.
Leon nodded and turned to go, Chris catching his wrist, still looking out into the distance. The sky had turned gray, and cast him in a melancholic pallor. “You promise to be safe?”
“Yeah,” Leon whispered, “I swear.”
Chris released him. Leon left hurriedly and boarded the plane. He couldn’t stand out there any longer. There was too much need there, too much ache. The further he got from Chris Redfield, the easier it would be, he hoped. Unfortunately, he knew it would be the opposite.
He watched the man as the engines started. Chris was still standing there in the gray light, hands in the pockets of his jeans, looking away. The breeze tickled the hair at his brow and temples, fluttering at his shirt mildly. Leon had a sudden need to run out there, to run back to him, but he pushed this a way and set his sights forward.
When the plane was rolling across the tarmac, he risked a glance back.
Chris was gone.
“God, shut up, Leon,” Chris muttered absently, hand brushing up the man’s naked side. Leon stiffened, dreadfully ticklish, letting out a small laugh and turning his face away. His eye happened upon the clock, 7:20, he was now almost an hour late. He heard his phone buzz angrily for what had to be the twentieth time. Sunlight was creeping into the room, slanting across the walls, torn to shreds by the blinds. The feds would have his nuts for this, and Chris was petting at him like he had all the time in the world.
“You think this is some kinda game? If my ass isn’t on that plane I’m gonna get fucked, and you know that. I get it, you love me, but you can’t just keep me here. You know better than anyone what they’re doing out there, and it’s our job---”
“I am so goddamn sick of hearing about my job,” Christopher growled, pinning Leon by his wrists and sitting heavily on his lap. “And I don’t give a shit about yours either, Kennedy. There’s got to be more to it than that for us. There’s gotta be, or you can get your ass on that plane and stay gone.”
He slid off of the man, sitting on the side of the bed with broken sunlight falling on his naked shoulders. Leon watched him, so angry and horny and confused he didn’t know what to do with himself. “If you go, you might as well stay gone,” Chris repeated, “Because then I’ll know there’s nothing that matters more to you than this shit. That you can’t drop it.”
Leon slowly scooted behind the man, resting his chin on Chris’ shoulder and wrapping his arms around him. His body was hard and Leon slowly traced his fingers through Chris’ belly hair, thinking. “I don’t wanna stay gone,” he finally said, “I just want to do what’s right, but now, I’m not too sure what that is. If there’s something out there I can stop… I don’t wanna just walk away from it.”
Chris nodded. “I know,” he admitted, “I’m acting like a total jerk.”
Leon smiled. “The Feebs can wait a little while,” he murmured, “Won’t kill ‘em.” He reached to the nightstand and grabbed his phone, turning it off and throwing it away. “I doubt the fate of the world rests too heavily on my getting fucked.”
Chris grinned, turning to the man and taking him down to the bed. For a while, the world faded away, and there was only him and Leon. The mission didn’t seem to matter, and the haunting memories didn’t seem quite as sharp and horrible. For a while, they melted together and found some kind of peace.
“Be safe.”
“Yeah, sure.”
“I mean it, Leon. Quit screwing around.”
“Alright, I’ll try.”
“Good.” He wanted to say more, Leon could tell, but in the end, he was too proud. Enough had been said between them.
Leon hugged him, standing there on the chilly tarmac as two FBI agents stood to the side, shifting uncomfortably. Pride had never been a vanity of his. “I love you, I’ll try and stay safe. This is just a typical thing, you know. Rescue the damsel in distress, in and out.”
“I hope you’re talking about the mission.”
“Yeah,” Leon laughed, “She’s nothing but a kid anyway. I’ll keep in constant contact with base, so don’t fret too much, mother.” He pulled back from the man, bangs blowing from his forehead in the chilly wind, sharp blue eyes intense. “I’ll be fine.”
“Yeah,” Chris agreed, looking off to the side. “See you when you get back. Man, Claire’s gonna kick my ass for letting you go.”
“Letting me go? Oh, brother, you are so fucking delusional,” Leon laughed.
“I guess you better get out of here before I knock out those guys and steal you away to Hawaii or something.” There was a joke beneath his words, but the muscles in his jaw twitched. Leon didn’t doubt that Chris could do it, he had charged his way through rougher tasks than a couple of agents.
Leon nodded and turned to go, Chris catching his wrist, still looking out into the distance. The sky had turned gray, and cast him in a melancholic pallor. “You promise to be safe?”
“Yeah,” Leon whispered, “I swear.”
Chris released him. Leon left hurriedly and boarded the plane. He couldn’t stand out there any longer. There was too much need there, too much ache. The further he got from Chris Redfield, the easier it would be, he hoped. Unfortunately, he knew it would be the opposite.
He watched the man as the engines started. Chris was still standing there in the gray light, hands in the pockets of his jeans, looking away. The breeze tickled the hair at his brow and temples, fluttering at his shirt mildly. Leon had a sudden need to run out there, to run back to him, but he pushed this a way and set his sights forward.
When the plane was rolling across the tarmac, he risked a glance back.
Chris was gone.