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Chapter VII
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Chris was too stunned to act for a moment. Then his mind caught up with his hands. He grabbed hold of Leon’s shirt and gave him a hard shove. Their mouths came apart with a wet smack.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Chris screamed, totally pressed up against the wall. Leon had fallen to the ground from the shove, and was looking up at Chris with an expression that was more than apologetic; the man looked like he was about to cry.

“I-I…” but no words came out. He could only fumble stupidly. What had he been thinking?

“What the fuck?!” Chris repeated. Leon still had no answer.

“I’m sorry…” he murmured. It was all he could manage. Chris’ already wide eyes bugged out even more.

“Sorry?! Leon, what the hell? Look, I dunno if all the excitement has gotten to you, or if this is a regular thing for you, or whatever. But I’m not interested. At all. Understand?”

Leon nodded meekly, still on the ground. It was unnerving to see him this way. It was a stark contrast to the confidence he had exuded in their every other encounter. Chris sighed.

“Let’s just go,” he said. Leon nodded again and rose from the floor, not making eye contact with Chris. He waited for Chris to step ahead and lead the way, following behind dejectedly.

They left the cargo room and continued down another indistinguishable facility hallway. Leon kept his eyes on his feet the entire time, not daring to look forward at his partner.

He couldn’t believe what he had just done, what he had just tried to do. He had been happy to see Chris alive, so relieved. He hadn’t suspected that he had missed Chris that much, though. He had never consciously thought to put his mouth against the other man’s. It had just sort of happened.

Leon tried to deny it, to act as if he were surprised at himself. But he couldn’t quite do it. He knew he wasn’t gay; he loved women. He had been the knight in shining armor, the strong, assertive alpha male, the hero of the day to more women than he could count on his hands, and he loved it, reveled in it.

On the other hand, though, the thought had always been at the back of his mind. He kept it there, hidden, most of the time, but every so often he would meet someone that would bring it up front, someone that seemed to dare him to act upon it, Chris more so than anyone he’d ever met. Never, though, did he ever think that he actually would act upon it.

Now he had ruined everything. Even if they made it out of this, this would probably be the last time he and Chris would speak. He couldn’t let it end like this.

“Look, Chris, I-”

But Redfield was turned around and upon him in a second, pinning Leon against the wall, an outstretched arm’s length away, his grey eyes burned furiously as they locked with Leon’s.

“Just shut up,” Chris hissed through clenched teeth, his fingers digging hard into Leon’s shoulder. “I don’t want to hear another fucking word about it. Got it?”

Leon didn’t drop his gaze, holding onto Chris’ eyes. He saw anger in the stronger man’s eyes, passionate fury. But there was something else there, as well.

Hesitance? No. It was panic. Leon felt his lips curl in a smug, toothy grin. He consequently felt Chris’ grip slacken. It all made sense now.

It was a front. All of it. Chris’ overreaction. His violence and harsh words. He wasn’t angry at all. He was… well, aroused. It was all a cover. He wanted it just as bad as Leon did.

“What are you smirking about?” Chris asked, his eyes filling with doubt by the second, every moment his control of the situation dissipating.

Leon said nothing, but reached up with one hand, gripping Chris’s forearm. He trailed his fingertips up towards Chris’ bicep and shoulder, feeling the swells and dips of his muscles.

“Don’t,” was all he said. Leon persisted, his fingers reaching Chris’ shoulder and trailing down the side of his body. He felt a minute shudder as he reached the beltline.

“I said don’t!” Chris spat. He let go of Leon’s shoulder and grabbed the smaller man by the neck, pressing him against the wall with considerable force. To his dismay, though, Leon’s smile only widened. He held Chris’ gaze, challenging him, daring him.

Chris gave in, leaning in to meet Leon’s awaiting lips. Chris loved everything about how he felt. His lips were soft, feminine enough, but not so much that he forgot what was so thrilling about the kiss.

Leon obliged, sliding his tongue over Chris’, loving everything; the firm grip, the rough, tactile massage of his stubble. He both felt and fought the urge to wrap his leg around Chris’ waist, not wanting to deter him at the last moment.

Chris’ broke their kiss and grabbed Leon by the wrist, leading them silently back to the cargo room.

…

He practically threw Leon against the wall of crates, the whole stack shaking as he hit it painfully. Chris was upon him before he could fully recoil, kissing him hard and deep. Their was a mutual fumbling of each others gadgets to get under one another’s shirts. The first one came off, and Chris was treated to a half nude view of his partner. Everything was toned, defined and slim. Leon reached eagerly to remove Chris’ shirt, revealing a much more muscular physique.

Chris hurriedly guided Leon to a table, shoving him on top of it. Leon pulled Chris over him, locking him in another kissing embrace, his legs at the stronger man’s waist. One of Leon’s arms was wrapped around Chris’ neck, and he felt the other fumbling for his belt buckle. Chris reached down and helped him along, his fingers becoming equally tangled in frustrating loops and clasps before the slacks finally slackened.

Leon took an unknown second to remove his tactical gloves before shoving his hand down Chris’ pants, causing the him to gasp audibly. Chris shuddered at the slick heat of Leon’s palm and fingers surrounding the circumference of his shaft, slowly beginning it’s pumping ministrations. He removed his own gloves and began digging for the buckle of Leon’s belt, returning the favor. He bucked in time with the blonde man’s tugging, all the while looking for purchase under the beltline.

“Unnghh…” Chris felt Leon grunt into his neck as his hands finally found his destination, gripping Leon’s ample length. Chris began to reciprocate Leon’s treatment, feeling the younger man rolling his hips in time with Chris’ hand. It was short lived, though, before Leon stopped him.

“I wanna-” the blonde panted. “I wanna…”

Rather than finish his sentence, Leon pushed Chris away and slid off the table, half kneeling-half leaning back against it before Chris. He tugged Chris’ erection out from beneath the underwear and unceremoniously put his lips around the head, eliciting a loud groan from Chris.

“Fuuck…” he hissed, reaching down to grab a handful of dark blonde hair. “Leon….”

Leon said nothing, just moaned eagerly, working down the length of Chris’ shaft with hand and lips and tongue, his free hand jerking his own member. Chris began thrusting in time with Leon, going as deep as the younger man would allow, one hand in his blonde hair and the other propped up against the table.

Leon continued more gratuitously, for a moment longer. But he couldn’t stay down on his knees forever. Even in his haze of lust, he knew they we’re in a hostile zone; it had to be quick. Leon stood up before his partner, greeting him with another wet kiss, his pants falling to his ankles as he rose.

“Be fast,” he breathed. Chris nodded and pushed the younger man back to lay on the table. He stepped in, Leon’s legs at his waist, the head of his erection pressed against Leon’s tight entrance.

“Mmngh…” Leon cried out audibly as Chris pushed in. He reached up and wrapped an arm around the darker haired man, bracing himself up for support. Chris was still slick from Leon’s oral a few moments earlier, but it was still a whole lot to take in. The first few thrusts were accompanied by a dull throbbing pain, but it was only a few seconds before that melted away to further fuel his desire. His face was at Chris’ neck, and he could hear the stronger man panting hard into his ear, already working up a fast rhythm. Leon felt his own orgasm building in him, feeling a fullness he had never experienced, something he had always deprived himself of, hidden from his own feelings.

“I’m gonna-” was all Leon grunted before he felt his half-stiff length tighten and spurt, coating his own flat stomach with his semen. Ecstasy continued to jolt him with each thrust as Chris continued to buck his hips into him, burying himself as deep as he could go.

Chris came a moment afterward, thrusting hard a few more times before pushing in to his absolute deepest, making Leon arch his back with sensitive post-orgasm pleasure. The blonde could feel Chris spurting his hot milky fluid into him, making him shudder.

Leon fell back onto the table with a large, satisfied sigh, Chris’ slowly decreasing hardness still in him. Leon grabbed a paper from a knocked-over stack on the table and wiped his cooling semen from his stomach. Chris, still panting and positioned over him, saw this, and for some reason it made him laugh, tired, breathy laughter, the weight of their entire deed sinking in. Leon stared at him nervously, wondering if something was wrong.

Chris quelled all of his doubts, however, by leaning down and planting another kiss on the younger man’s soft lips.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said. Leon nodded.

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“Oooooooohhhh….”

Ada trembled with pleasure, her own orgasm rippling through her lithe body as she continued to pump her fingers furiously, her eyes never leaving the two men below, always unaware of her presence.

She had watched all of it. Watched Leon, her Leon, submit to this other man, as she had submitted herself to him on several occasions. Leon had always been one of the only men to ever hold her interest. He had always been so suave with her, so confident and, well… masculine. She had never conceived the notion that he might do something like this.

And what was even stranger, was that she liked. Loved it. She had never been more aroused than she had been in that moment watching from the shadows as her man was taken by… another man.

She took another moment to wonder what the hell was wrong with her, before pulling her lacey black panties up to where they belonged beneath her dress. She dismissed the thought with a smile. Better not to question it; it might ruin the fun of it all.

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