Unlucky Charm

Title: Unlucky Charm
Summary: Leon has never been lucky. Spain has only exacerbated this.
Pairing: Hahaha, another crazy one...Leon/Mike(like the helicopter guy from RE 4)...
[A/N]: My friend and I were playing the game a while ago and she mentioned that the way Leon says "MIKE!!!" after the man gets rocket launchered is very...odd. Everything below stems from that conversation. I'm going to hell, I know. Enjoy!

Unlucky Charm

They had never met before, the American agent and the man whose voice crackled over the radio line. He had said his name was Mike. Leon was inclined to believe him.

The wheat blonde peered around the set of barrels that he’d chosen as his look out spot, blue eyes catching sight of Mike’s helicopter ploughing through Ganados. Leon cracked a small smile. It was wrong of him to hide out while the man in the air did all the work, but with only ten shotgun shells, three handgun clips, and a single rocket in the rocket launcher he’d bought off the merchant--and did that man know how to jack up prices or what!--Leon didn’t feel too guilty. He looked down at the submachine gun clutched in his hands. Now for that, he had bullets, boxes upon fucking boxes of Jackal TMP ammo. Of course, in lieu of buying upgrades for the weapon, he’d bought a rocket launcher. Under his breath Leon cursed the merchant and his luck.

“You alright down there?” Mike’s voice crackled to Leon over the radio clipped onto the American agent’s belt.

Leon sighed. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He peeked around the edge of the barrels again before sneaking out. Shamelessly he looted the spots where the Ganados had left their glowing prizes. The blonde smiled as he picked up a box of handgun bullets. He’d been thinking how odd it was that--besides the occasional chain-gun militant--he never saw any Ganados with guns, yet they often dropped bullets.

The all too familiar cry of a chain-gun Ganado pulled Leon from his thoughts and had him cursing his luck for a second time. He dove behind a nearby wall as high-speed, high-power bullets tore through where he’d been standing only a second earlier. He could hear the low drone of the helicopter from behind him.

“Mike, can I get some help?” He held the radio close to his mouth and spoke quickly. “This bastard’s got me pinned and I’d do anything if you’d get him off my back.” He’d said the last part sort of a joke--not that Leon was ever one for jokes--but that had been the intention behind it. Maybe he had taken something away from this mission.

“Anything for you.” He could hear the smile in Mike’s words. The jest to a jest. They hardly knew one another and they were on the same plane. Like with Luis…

Leon flinched at the thought. The wound was still much too raw, the pain too deep. The ringed hands encircling his guiding him, showing him, helping him back with those smiling eyes and perpetually mysterious face and…Leon shook his head again, unwanted need rising up in him, interlaced with deep sadness. He had promised he would avenge Luis and he would.

“How’s it going, Kennedy?”

“Fine, I suppose.” He sighed. “I’m sorry that I’m not helping more, it’s just I’m low on…”

“Don’t worry about it. I got plenty of bullets up here so don’t you fret about not helping.” His voice faded for a moment before cutting back in strong. “Come on you bastard, wanna play like that?” There was an explosion and Leon found himself thankful to be behind a wall as dust and debris flooded over the scene. “Fuck yeah.” Mike sounded quite satisfied. It reminded Leon again of Luis.

The American agent hung his head, breath catching awkwardly at the onslaught of memories from their second to last meeting. It had been quick. It had been dangerous. But fuck if they hadn’t given it their all. Memories of the dark, laughing eyes and the confidant smile, the soft skin…Leon hit his head against the brick of the wall, trying to rid himself of the rising tide of need. It was neither the time nor place for such actions.

But then again, it hadn’t been the time or place with Luis either, and the heightened sense of danger, the chance that they could be killed at any moment, had only enhanced the encounter. That being the case, what was the danger in a quick wank while completely covered by a man in a helicopter? At least this time the person he was trusting to cover his back wouldn’t be hampered by the same debilitating passion. So, letting his libido take over his sense of reason, Leon began to unclip his belt. His cock stirred in appreciation as did the part of his mind that hadn’t been given time to grieve over Luis’ death. It wasn’t until Leon’s hand had just dipped into his pants that his forever cursed luck decided to make its next move.

“You alive down there, Leon?” Mike’s voice chimed merrily over the intercom of the radio. Leon fought the urge to groan. “I can’t see shit with all that dust. Who knew they kept all those sandbags up in their barracks?” He laughed. “Hey, Leon, you alright down there?”

His hand not currently buried to the wrist in his pants held the radio to his lips. “I’m fine.” He hoped the huskiness in his voice wasn’t too noticeable. Leon gritted his teeth, forcing his breathing to remain steady as he clicked the switch again. “Is it dead?” His voice faltered on the last word.

“Yeah, I think.” The helicopter pilot sounded rather concerned. “Look, are you okay down there, you sound…I dunno…”

“Yeah,” Leon’s response was too fast, he sounded all the more guilty, “I’m totally,” he removed his hand from his pants, resting it against the cool stone of the wall he was hiding behind, “fine.” The heavy dust in the air swirled at his movements. It gave Leon an idea. “It’s just the dust down here is really thick.” Not the best word choice in his current state, Leon realised. His cock twitched as his mind involuntarily conjured images of some other ‘really thick’ things. He shook his head and bit his bottom lip, trying to kill the rising fires of lust curling through him lazily. It was a dangerous place, this Spanish town, he should have feared for his and Ashley’s lives. Instead he twice had run out on the girl to rendezvous with a man that he didn’t know he could trust, and he was delaying finding her to play with his own dick. Somewhere, somehow this town had killed the very rigid sense of duty that Leon always adhered to.

He ran his hand down his body, hissing as he gripped himself, and began the process of slipping back into his pants. He couldn’t help the way his left hand shifted over his heated flesh as he used his right to gather his loosened clothes. He couldn’t control the way his hips shifted restlessly in that offending hand. He had no power over the sharp intakes of breath as his eyes fluttered shut and the hemline of his pants was once again dropped.

Leon was too absorbed in his own ministrations to worry too much about the man flying above him or the rapidly settling debris all about him.

“Leon?” Mike’s shaky voice made the blonde’s eyes slide open. “What are you…” His hips ground to a stop, his hand froze. The air was clear now, the fine particles of sand and dirt settling onto the ground and the wall and onto Leon himself. Mike and his bird hovered near where Leon had been hiding before. It was a bit of a distance, but not so much that Leon couldn’t see the man behind the controls of the helicopter. Mike looked dumbstruck--or at least his mouth which was the only part of the man’s face not covered, hung slack like he was dumbstruck. Leon blushed, swallowed hard, and pulled his hand out of his pants. His now neglected cock slapped rigidly against his stomach.

Uneven breathing, from both parties, filled the silence crossed by the intercom.

“I was in the war,” Mike began. Leon stiffened at the voice, awaiting a verbal smack-down, “that’s how they found me for this job. Because I served in the war. I remember all the men in the unit used to jerk off too, thinking about their wives or their girlfriends or whatever.” Leon shifted, moving his hand to cover himself. “Don’t do that.” Leon froze. “I used to watch them and think how futile it all seemed, but I’d watch them anyway. Would you keep going?” The blonde felt his jaw drop as he looked over to the helicopter in disbelief.

It was disgusting, the thought of jerking off as a display for this man made something in Leon’s mind want to be sick. However, the thought of jerking off as a display for this man also made his softening cock gain its hardness back.

“Are you serious?” Leon didn’t realise he’d been holding his breath until he spoke in such a breathless rush.

“Yes.” Mike’s tone led Leon to believe that the helicopter pilot really saw nothing wrong the situation they were now in. “Besides, you owe me, remember?” Leon felt his jaw drop for a second time. He hadn’t meant a thing when he’d said that earlier, hadn’t meant a damn thing, but now his mind was seeing the options such word choices were opening up to him.

“Okay then.” This was wrong. There was no question in Leon’s mind of that. This was wrong, wrong, wrong. That fact didn’t stop him from tipping his hips more forward, dragging his palms over his slightly exposed stomach. The feel of the leather running over the sensitive flesh of his belly made him shiver slightly. His unclothed fingers were just stretching out, just getting to the point where he was comfortable enough to reach for his weeping erection when Mike’s voice stopped him.

“Hold on.” There was a wave of noise from over the radio then Mike’s voice returned. “I’m only going to be able to hover like this for a little bit so we’ve got to hurry.” Leon nodded. Hurry, that was a good idea because somewhere Ashley was in the clutches of very evil men and if they hurried Leon would be able to get to finding her all the sooner.

His fingertips brushed his cock, drawing another shudder from Leon’s taught form. He allowed his eyes to flutter shut and let his hands slide forward to grip himself fully. Leon hissed, biting down on his lips. For a second he allowed himself to forget he was being watched. Thoughts fluttered aimlessly in and out of his mind, a thought of Luis here, of the young men in the academy there. He bit down on his lip harder, hands speeding up their ministrations. The thoughts fled.

Leon focused instead on the intense rush of feeling pulsating through him, the electric buzz that wound its way through him whenever he was hard. He had completely forgotten about his audience. It wasn’t until he heard one punctuated, sharp breath over the radio wave that his eyes snapped open and Leon remembered exactly where he was. He focused on Mike, the helmeted head that he could just see within the confines of the bird. He couldn’t see the man’s eyes, but he could feel the intensity of the gaze washing over him like rays from the sun. His hands never stopped moving over his sensitive flesh.

“God,” Mike’s words were chopped, heavy, each one weighted with a sigh, “you’re so…” He didn’t finish the thought though a guttural groan floated to Leon over the intercom. The figure inside the hovering helicopter shuddered, a contented smile plastering over his face.

Leon wasn’t far behind, the pace he’d set was too fast for him to keep up, the movements too erratic. It didn’t take the blonde long to reach his own peak, mouth opening and a wordless groan falling from his lips. It could have been Luis’ name, it could have been Mike’s…even Leon wasn’t really sure. There wasn’t time to ponder it either, the American agent realised with a grimace. He had to get back on the move if he was going to save Ashley. He wiped his hands off on the wall behind him and straightened out his appearance as best he could.

“Hey, Leon?” The blonde looked over to the bird. “When we get out of this…” Mike trailed off. “Um, when we get out of this, can we do this again…for real, though?” Leon could see the pilot’s unsure smile behind the glass. It seemed very juvenile to him but he found himself grinning in response.

“I don’t see why not.” He looked forward to the barracks that Mike had most recently blown through--again maybe not the best choice of words, Leon reflected--and sighed. “Guess I’ll be seeing you on the other side.”

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“There’s gotta be fifty of them.” Leon wasn’t sure Mike could hear his rushed whisper over the drone of the helicopter blades but it didn’t matter. A group of skulking, well-armed militants was gathered around a short bend from where he was now hiding. “Don’t suppose you could take care of these guys too?”

Mike laughed over the air waves. It was a nice sound, warm and robust. “Only if it gets me a prize as good as that last one.” Leon blushed and opened his mouth to respond but Mike didn’t wait. The rattle of the helicopter’s chain-gun fire, the cries of the surprised Ganados and the happy yells from the pilot helped lull Leon into another easy feeling. He peered around the cliff-face just as Mike was finishing off the last of the squirming militants. With a confidence in his stride, Leon strode out into the ruined field.

“It’s good to know you got my back,” he began, his sarcastic smirk falling into place--another thing he had picked up from Luis, he realised. Leon wanted to say more but an odd mechanical noise from behind him stalled all thoughts. He turned, already cursing the luck he knew that he lacked, expecting to see chain-gun militants armed with bow guns and chainsaws. Instead he saw one man on the roof of a nearby building which was built into the wall. One little man with one little rocket launcher which wasn’t even pointed at him. A second later Leon realised where it was pointed and at the same instant the Ganado pulled the trigger, letting the rocket fly. It had struck the side of the helicopter before Leon could do anything to stop it. “MIKE!!!” He was running forward, popping a shot at the Ganado before it could do anymore damage and coming to a halt at the edge of the cliff before him.

Hundreds of feet below, encompassed by the crashing waves, the broken skeleton of the helicopter waved pitifully at Leon. There was no way anyone could have survived the impact of the rocket let alone the force of hitting the water from such a height. Leon fell to his knees. That was two deaths on his hands now. Two people taken from him, just as he was beginning to care about them. He gritted his teeth against his lip, nearly drawing blood. He cared about Ashley too, and if he didn’t want her to be next, he needed to keep moving. Leon forced himself to stand. There would be time to grieve for those lost later, after he was on his way back to the States and far away from that horrid part of Spain. Now though, it was time for revenge.

Fin

[A/N]: Again, not exactly as I planned. I dreamed this as a more...intimate intercom sex thing but without the two knowing each other such a plan would not fly (ha ha like a helicopter). Also my Mike is very pervy. I was going to write Leon as the more agressive one but it didn't turn out that way. Oh well. Hope everyone liked it. Review if it so pleases you. OH, and sorry for any game mistakes, I haven't played this part in forever so some of the details may have been shoddy!!