How It All Began, Prologue to Chocolate Surprise

A/N: So many people asked me to write a prologue to my story Sweet Surprise involving the cucumber that's briefly mentioned in the fic. In addition, my friend gave me the prompt of 'rug burns' and this was what was spawned. I put this as a separate fic as opposed to being a 'chapter' because it is essentially a separate story within the same timeline.

Pairing: Chris Redfield + Cucumber x Leon Kennedy

Warnings: Explicit sweaty man sex. Don't like, don't read. Also, the garden vegetable gets some action. You were warned!

I don't own Resident Evil or any of the characters, they're owned by Capcom. (Trust me. If I owned them there'd be no silly Sheva or Claire.. just Chris, Leon and a sturdy cucumber XD)

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Leon groaned as he collapsed onto the couch, massaging his throbbing temples. It'd been a long, very frustrating day. Ever since he'd saved Ashley in Europe all those months ago she'd been an unbearable cling on and it was slowly driving him insane. One more story about boys and makeup and God knows what else and he'd take a nose dive off the roof of the White House.

"Leon? You home?" came the call from the kitchen, a familiar, gravelly voice that sent a pleased chill up his spine. "Yeah. Finally made it. Intact and without lipstick smeared over my cheek this time." he grunted back, hauling himself to his feet and trotting into the other room. Chris was standing near the counter in tight black jeans and his familiar just as tight green t-shirt, cutting up vegetables.

"Dinner?" Leon asked, picking up a tomato slice and folding it into his mouth, chewing as he peered around him.

"Yup. Hungry? I made steak and shrimp scampi with garlic bread. And i'm making a salad now, as you can see, to go with it. And I picked up a bottle of red wine in town." Chris replied, clearly pleased with himself for the gourmet meal.

Leon nearly moaned with joy, leaning up on tiptoes to kiss the muscled man's stubbly cheek, picking up one of the fat, knobby cucumbers and rolling it in his hands. "She's a terror. She's worse than any infected zombie or Los Ganados, I swear to God. I think if they'd had her any longer they would have let her go just so they didn't have to listen to her fussing anymore." he grumped, tapping the vegetable against his lips, raising his eyebrow at the sudden, intense look Chris gave him.

"What? Afraid i'll get germs on it?" he snorted, holding it out for the man to take. "Here. Just cut it up so we can e-"

He was cut off when he was suddenly hauled up and thrown over the man's broad shoulder as if he weighed no more than a sack of marshmallows, squirming and hitting the elder with the cucumber. "Chris! What the hell? Put me down, dinner is back that way!" he fussed, crying out as he was tossed rather unceremoniously on the bed and the bedroom door was shut and locked. "Chris!"

The former S.T.A.R.S. operative grinned slyly and snatched the cucumber away, setting it on the bedside table for later use. "I worked hard on dinner. How are you going to earn it?" he asked pointedly, muscular arms crossed over his equally beefy chest.

Leon blushed violently, a sulk spreading over his features. "Chris, I just spent all day babysitting the most obnoxious teenage girl on the face of the planet and you're making me work for [i]dinner[/i]?" he demanded, incredulous.

Chris pondered that for a moment before nodding, pulling his t-shirt off and gesturing at Leon's clothing. "Yup, that sounds about right."

The younger man grumbled under his breath and slowly stripped, giving Chris a look that promised death once he was fully fed and watered. "I will get you for this."

"Wouldn't expect it any other way, darlin'." he chuckled in return, watching as Leon kneeled on the floor and shuffled towards him, thin, graceful fingers undoing his sturdy leather belt and tugging his pants and boxers to his ankles. From sheer arousal alone his thick, throbbing cock was already half hard, a bead of precome shining on the tip.

Leon sighed and wrapped his hand around the hardened flesh, stroking it to full erectness in a matter of seconds, leaning forward to tease the slit with his tongue. A low moan fell from Chris's lips and the man's thick, callused fingers moved to tangle in the smaller's silky hair, tugging slightly.

"Yeah, i'm working on it. Impatient gorilla." Leon grumbled under his breath, tracing the head with his tongue and lapping lightly at the foreskin, trailing hungry kisses down the length before finally returning to the head, pushing it past his pale lips to suckle lightly. Another moan, louder and more guttural than the one before it burst from the larger man, hips moving forward to try to thrust deeper into his warm mouth.

He grunted and used his free hand to press Chris' hips back, forcing him to back up until he was against the wall, Leon shuffling along on the floor in front of him with the head of his cock still surrounded by his mouth. The man finally pinned and somewhat under control, Leon dared to take his cock deeper into his mouth, flirting with his gag reflex as he began a slow rhythm of bobbing on the flesh, soft suckling noises filling the room, mingling with Chris' moans of delight.

If there was one thing Leon Kennedy was good at besides killing bad guys and looking pretty it was sucking cock and he put all his energy into pleasing Chris - mostly because he really did want dinner.

He carefully released his grip on the man's hips and began to knead his balls with his now free hand, rolling them in his fingers as he continued to move his mouth up and down the thick flesh, his tongue continuously curling around it and teasing the thick vein, teeth gently bumping to send shocks of pleasure up his lover's spine. He could tell by the tightening of fingers in his hair that he was successful in his endeavors to please him, picking up the pace a little and slowly pushing the head deeper and deeper into his mouth with each downward bob until it was hitting the back of his throat, moaning around the flesh and feeling the subsequent shudder from Chris.

He could tell Chris was close and put all his effort into bringing him to climax, which was what he assumed the man wanted. So when strong arms suddenly pulled him off his lover's cock and tossed him back onto the bed he was more than a little surprised. The stronger man loomed over him and pinned him to the bed, kissing him passionately, tongue pressing deep into his mouth. A few moments of that, combined with sensual rocking against his growing arousal and he was little more than trembling putty in Chris' hands, desperate and aching for more friction, more anything to satisfy the ache between his legs.

A smirk spread over the man's face and Leon knew right away that he was in trouble. He tried to roll away and managed to get off the bed, scrambling for the door when the elder pounced on him, making him skid to a stop under his crushing weight. "Chris, what the hell are you d- FUCK!" he screamed when something very thick and very cold thrust into his body, making him shudder with pained pleasure. Whatever it was it wasn't Chris' cock and it was covered in little bumps that felt weird inside of him. Almost like a..

"You did not just shove a cucumber up my ass!" he cried indignantly, trying to get away and rewarded for his efforts by a hand between his shoulder blades, pushing his chest and face down into the carpet. Then his mind went blank as the vegetable began to thrust in and out of him, hard and fast, the hand that had been pressing him down snaking around his hip to grip his cock, which slapped lewdly between his thighs with each jerk of his body, stroking it roughly in the firm, callused grip.

"I'll.. fucking.. kill... you.." Leon panted, his skin slick with sweat and twitching as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through him, feeling himself slide slightly along the floor. He felt Chris' raging hard on against his ass and nearly screamed when it joined the cucumber inside of his body, pain shooting up his spine like a flare of fire before it was replaced with the burn of pleasure, his breathing harsh and muffled by the carpet his cheek was pressed against. He'd never felt so full in his life and the sensation wasn't really all that unpleasant. Not to mention Chris and the cucumber were both quite well endowed.

"Close.. Close..!" he managed to whimper, his body slamming back against the dual thrusts, then jerking forward into the hand that stroked and teased his hard, swollen flesh, a thick thumb pressing into the slit. A slight shift in angle and the cucumber and Chris' cock rammed against his prostate and Leon was done for. He screamed with pleasure, his lover's name falling from his lips, his seed shooting out in thick, sticky ropes to spatter the man's hand and the carpet. A grunt from behind him and he was crying out once more, Chris' burning essence filling him, still thrusting inside to milk their orgasms out.

Leon collapsed in a puddle of his own come, his chest and knees burning slightly and completely drained, eyelids fluttering and his hair plastered to his sweaty forehead. He felt the cucumber and Chris withdrew, rolling onto his back and panting softly. Finally. Maybe it was time for dinner, now!

The elder stood and dressed, coming back with a cool, damp washcloth to clean Leon up, a smirk spreading over the man's face.

"Wipe that shit eating grin off your face before I bite you, Christopher Redfield." Leon snapped, climbing to his feet with a groan, feeling like he'd just been fucked by a train. Or something equally hard, thick and rough.

His cheeks tinged pink with rage when he caught sight of himself in the full length mirror hanging on the closet door, bright red friction burns on his chest, shoulders, knees and cheek from his attempts at escape and subsequent capture. "Fuck! Look what you did to me!" he snapped, wincing as he touched the sore, swollen skin on his chest. "I look like I spent all night rolling around on the floor!"

Chris grinned smugly, like a child proud of their finger-painting, handing Leon his shirt and pants. "Yeah. Either that or you were getting it from behind with a garden vegetable." he commented, dodging the man's fist with ease. The former police officer scowled and snatched his clothing, tugging it over his sore skin with a whine.

"Never again. I will never let you fuck me with food ever again!" he declared, buttoning up his shirt.

Chris smiled mysteriously and nodded, patting Leon on the shoulder and unlocking the bedroom door so they could finally go eat dinner. "We'll see, Leon. We'll see."