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The thunder pounded against the walls of the police station making it resound off the stone walls, each wave of thunder pounded against Leon's skull increasing the persistent migraine he had been nursing for the past few hours. The clock at the front of the room seemed to move slower every time he looked up at it, Leon tapped at his computer to create the illusion of imputing some paperwork for a case. He had only been on the force for a short time and as much as he hated to admit it, it had been a very dull few weeks as a glorified errand boy.
He didn't mind helping his new colleagues but their requests were starting to get more asinine throughout the weeks, from filing reports for other officers to picking up coffee it was beginning to wear on him.
The clock finally struck 8oclock releasing Leon from his boredom, he quickly began to collect his jacket and personal items lest someone asks him to run another errand before he can get out of the room. Just as quickly as he put his hand on the door handle he heard an all too familiar voice of one of his fellow officers trying to catch his attention.
“Hey rookie, before you leave ya think you could take this paperwork to the filing room for me?” Leon glanced behind him and saw officer Philips holding out a stack of papers absentmindedly, waiting for Leon to take them.
Leon fidgeted with the door handle, wondering if he could still just walk out and pretend he didn't hear him. He sighed and started to turn the door handle clearing his throat
“I really can't I'm trying to beat the traffic”
“It won't take that long.”
“Uh-”
“Look rookie it'll only take a few minutes. I really need to finish this email.”
Leon looked at the door and then back to the officer, gripping the doorknob a little harder. If he was going to start being respected as a fellow officer he needed to start asserting himself or he might as well change his title from officer Kennedy to secretary Kennedy. After debating back and forth in his head for a few moments before resigning, deciding now wasn't the time for asserting boundaries if he wanted to get home at a halfway decent time, just file the paperwork and go home.
Heading out of the room he turned quickly down the corner following the softly lit lights along the way, flashes of lightning flashed through the windows he passed as he rounded another corner and then down the stairs, the rain pounded against the windows relentlessly he glanced out of one of the windows noting the light flooding he would encounter on his way home, annoyance bubbling up as he definitely would of made it out before the flooding if he left on time.
After a little more walking he came across the filing room, a small forgotten room tucked behind the stairs. Pulling the dark wooden door open the room was pitch black and the lack of windows offered little assistance in his search for the light switch, after stumbling around for a moment his hands finally came across the switch, flicking it quickly only for a faint popping sound to echo through the room.
“Shit, of course, the lights would go out on me.” He mumbled to himself while giving the light switch a few more desperate flicks in hopes it would come on despite the blown bulb.
Shuffling through his pockets his fingers found the miniature flashlight he kept on him, fumbling around with it in the dark until finally getting it to click on. The small beam of light showed the several filing cabinets along the wall next to a small table that had a sizable stack of files resting on top of it.
Leon crossed the room and began searching through the cabinets for the section he needed; after shifting the flashlight around multiple times Leon resigned to holding the flashlight in his mouth to check through the files faster; the metallic taste spread drying his mouth out but he was able to go through each section of files much faster. several minutes went by of careless searching before choosing to move to the bottom drawer hoping for better luck, a few moments of thumbing through papers before Leon finally found the section he thought the files needed to go into,he threw the papers into the cabinet quickly smacking the drawer shut. Standing up he instantly slammed his head into the top drawer he absentmindedly left open. The sharp pain spread across his head forcing him to press his eyes shut; rubbing the spot that had a direct impact with the cabinet.
Letting out a frustrated breath of air, Leon realized he was engulfed in darkness; he must have thrown the flashlight in surprise when he hit his head. Squinting he glanced around spotting the glint of light from under the cabinet.
“God, would anything else like to fuck me today” he spat at no one in particular, Getting down onto the grimy floor he could just barely reach the flashlight without getting his arm stuck, grabbing it quickly and then carefully standing back up to avoid hitting his head for a second time. Standing up he felt a sudden pressure in his head following down his nasal cavity, a flow of blood cascaded down his face and onto his button up shirt. Hitting his head that hard must of jump-started a nose bleed; he hurriedly grabbed his nose with one hand while holding the flashlight in the other, blood was streaming out of his nose now saturating his shirt and the floor.
The metallic taste flooded the back of his throat as more blood poured out of his nose, the blood splattered loudly on the dirty white tile of the floor seeping through the gaps in the tile. Taking brisk steps towards the door his head was pounding now sending a wave of nausea through him; he put his whole weight into opening the door only for the handle to quickly be ripped from his hands causing him to lose balance and slam into the unsuspecting person opening the door crashing both of them onto the floor.
Leon's head was exploding now as he squeezed his eyes shut attempting to lift himself off of the person beneath him, a strong arm wrapped around his waist immediately flipping him onto the cold floor, pinning his arms to his chest.
“What were you doing in there?”
Leon recognized the calculating and stern voice, cracking open his eyes his vision slowly came into focus on the unreadable gaze of Albert Wesker, Leon felt his eyes go wide with embarrassment as he realized not only had he knocked Wesker into the ground in his haste but he had managed to bleed all over weskers shirt staining it varying shades of red.
Of course, it had to be Wesker what better way to end the already shitty evening he was having than to embarrass himself in front of the captain of S.T.A.R.S. Wesker who he had only seen glimpses of a handful of times Wesker who felt a million leagues above him in skill and status even with graduating at the top of his class Leon thought that he couldn't even hold a candle to any of the members of stars let alone Wesker. Leon realized he was still waiting for a response from him, he blinked up at the man above him unsure of what to say in a situation like this. Wesker's eyes pierced through Leon’s making him squirm ever so slightly as his grip tightened on his arms.
“I’m so sorry I’m-... I was- I work here-“ Leon choked out the words sounding more pitiful than he intended as the blood that poured from his nose now cascaded to the back of his throat thickening his words causing him to cough lightly.
Wesker stared at him for a moment seemingly taking in Leon’s appearance clearly for the first time Leon watched as his brows knit together in confusion before his gaze softened ever so slightly.
“Forgive me for the abrasive reaction I assumed you attacked someone given your current state”
Wesker released Leon’s arms from his chest and quickly stood up pulling Leon to his feet.
“Looking at you now I assume you're having quite a rough bloo-“
The words slowly muddled in Leon’s ears as the world shifted around him in a large blur causing him to lurch forward into wesker's chest. Wesker took on the rest of leons weight as he seemingly passed out from the speed of him standing up; Wesker could feel the blood soaking through the rest of his already stained shirt as he repositions Leon with his arm around his neck carefully guiding him towards the break room. A loud crack of thunder shook the doorframes of the building as Wesker carefully made his way through the corridors, shuffling slowly to diminish the blood hitting the floor; he thought about asking for assistance but decided against it to avoid causing a scene over something that wasn't life-threatening.
Wesker caught himself glancing more at Leon than the way he was going, the blood was starting to slow to a trickle out of leons nose leaving a neat trail following them to the last hallway before the break room, the scent of blood was starting to become overwhelming to the point Wesker could taste the copper in the air, there was something almost enticing about the scent, inhaling sharply wesker feels himself salivating at the strong smell that filled his nose, he found his eyes wandering over leon's form stopping at the bloodstream that perfectly framed leon's jawline. Reaching up with his free hand he wiped the blood off his jaw, his gloved fingers lingering along Leon's jaw longer than they should have, enticing him to reach further.
Another crack of thunder rang loudly through the building snapping Wesker out of his fixation just before the building plunged into darkness, a faint clicking sound could be heard in the distance as the emergency lights tried and failed to kick on.
Sighing Wesker pulled out a flashlight from one of his many pockets and clicked it on illuminating the door in front of them after shifting Leon around to get a better hold while also holding the flashlight he opened the door and shuffled both of them in.
Leon felt the rough texture of a worn couch on his back, his head pounding worse than it had before; he lay there for a few minutes just letting his headache slowly subside before squinting open his eyes, the room was dimly lit by a soft yellow glow that emanated from the side of the room he couldn’t see from his position on the couch. Slightly confused Leon lay there just staring at the ceiling fan as he tried to remember exactly where he was, he remembered smacking the shit out of his head and making the records room look like a crime scene before running straight into… Wesker… Leon cringed slightly; this day just kept getting worse and worse.
A faint rustling noise distracted Leon from his wallowing, he slowly lifted himself up before noticing the button-up shirt he was wearing was missing, leaving him in his undershirt that had a light stain from the blood soaking through. He ran his hand over the threads of his shirt before feeling his face touching the small pieces of cotton that had been shoved into his nose; a wave of confusion washed over him as he carefully sat the rest of the way up flicking his gaze over to the rustling noise. It took a moment for Leon to process what he was seeing as his face heated up, in front of him was a shirtless Wesker whose firm muscles framed his body nicely, the soft yellow light above him illuminated each toned part of his chest making it infinitely harder for Leon to drag his eyes away.
Wesker began slipping on a dark blue button up rolling the sleeves up to his elbows. Leon's thoughts started to wander as his eyes traveled lower down his midsection taking in how each muscle dips down into each other meeting where his pants cinched around his waist, he pulled his eyes back up to weskers face… just as weskers bright grey-blue eyes connected with his.
He probably should have been asking himself why Wesker was slightly undressed and himself why his shirt was missing but weskers presence made Leon’s brain stutter to formulate thoughts, he felt so.. insignificant in his presence like he was before someone who had achieved so much more than him, a behemoth of a man in skill and intelligence and Leon was just a rookie cop who couldn’t even tell his coworkers no.
“I see that you're finally awake.”
Leon jumped at the sound of Wesker's voice suddenly feeling very insecure as he tried to sit naturally shuffling around before settling in the same position he was in before. Wesker's eyes scanned over Leon with little indication of what he was thinking about before connecting back to leons eyes.
“I-yes” his voice came out squeakier than intended, averting his gaze from weskers
“Good I was starting to wonder if I needed to call for an ambulance, you had been out for quite a while.”
Leon's headache began to ramp up again making everything fuzzy around the edges, he leaned his head into his palms slowly rubbing over his eyes. Wesker watched him for a moment while buttoning the rest of his shirt up.
“Maybe I should have.” Wesker stated plainly, making quick strides across the room to Leon before firmly grabbing leons jaw forcing him to look at him.
Leon's cheeks quickly grew hot as weskers fingers curled tightly around his jaw causing him to gasp quietly as Wesker checked Leon's pupils with his flashlight. Leon tried to focus on something past weskers face trying to keep from looking as flustered as he was but his eyes kept drawing him back in.
After inspecting him for another moment Wesker seemed assured that Leon wasn't going to drop dead on the suede couch; he gently removed his hand releasing leons face, the sensation sent a jolt through leons body rendering him speechless.
“You look like you've been hit by a train but you should be fine.
“Thanks for the compliment” Leon replied breathily “uh do you know where my shirt is?”
“What- oh yes I sat it over here” Wesker turned back to the counter behind him picking up the folded and heavily blood-soaked button-up, plopping it into leons lap.
Leon studied the lump of clothing for a minute his heart skipping a beat as he realized that Wesker undressed and cleaned him up while he was unconscious, the thought of weskers hands brushing against his skin while removing his shirt was enough to start cracking at his already shaky resolve
God.
“You didn't have to do that-”
“I wanted to avoid getting blood all over the couch”
“Oh, right” Leon replied sheepishly “ I'm sorry for inconveniencing you, sir.”
Wesker waved him off dismissively “Don't apologize just consider it an act of good faith, now can you stand?”
Leon sat there for a minute before silently nodding and slowly moving to his feet his head was still a bit scattered causing him to sway slightly, Wesker quickly assessed him again before stepping in the direction of the door.
“Normally I would tell you to head home but in your condition and the storm I worry you might cause a collision, with that said I think it would be in your best interest if you stayed here the rest of the night.”
“I don't know if that's necessary” Leon stated as evenly as he could he was afraid if he stayed in wesker's presence for too much longer he would combust.
“I have your keys officer Kennedy.” pulling his hand out of his pants pocket brandishing leons keys in front of him as he continued walking. “I highly recommend against driving, I have a slightly nicer couch in my personal office if you would like to use it.”
“I don't want to be a bother, sir.”
He waved him off dismissively while pocketing Leon’s keys.
“I have some other work I need to attend to outside of my office, consider it a favor from one colleague to another.” Wesker stated firmly leaving little room for argument.
“I- thank you” Leon mumbled while biting his cheek, truthfully he was ready for this day to be over his head was still pounded from pain and embarrassment and he just wanted to lay back down whether in his bed or weskers couch. They walked silently through the halls illuminated by the emergency lights, approaching the S.T.A.R.S office Wesker pushed the door open effortlessly, turning towards the door deeper in the room unlocking it with a satisfying click. Leon had only been in the star's office a handful of times, usually delivering paperwork to some of the other members of the team but seeing it this empty and silent felt wrong. His attention snapped back to Wesker ruffling through his desk which sat neatly next to the couch he mentioned before.
Leon took in the room around him, noticing the office itself was mostly uniform and clean; the desk itself had a few files neatly stacked on top of each other. Leon’s gaze wandered around the room lingering on Wesker's toned ass before flicking to the couch he had nestled against his desk; this area was a stark difference to the neatly kept desk next to it. There were several empty disposable coffee cups nestled against the leg of the couch surrounded by loose papers and files that had been haphazardly thrown down; A small blanket was carefully folded and placed on the back of the couch along with a small pillow tucked under the couch.
“Do you often sleep in your office?”
“At times.” Wesker replied curtly without looking away from his desk, finally locating the file he was searching for, skimming through it briefly before closing it and pulling a pair of glasses out of the drawer fixing them onto his nose.
“Do try to make yourself comfortable ill be around in case you decide to flatline.”
Leon thought he almost saw a smirk playing on wesker's lips as the words left his mouth. Watching him leave the room left a strange feeling in leons stomach, reclining onto the well-worn couch Leon got the feeling that Wesker spent more nights on this couch than he let on, rolling over to his side he placed his hand on his jaw mimicking the way wesker had; he could still feel the burning heat from wesker's hand traveling across his face, a gnawing neediness growing in his groin causing him to squirm slightly in discomfort. Why was he getting so worked up from the smallest amount of physical touch, was he really that touch starved he wondered? Wrapping his arms around himself he sighed, resigning to what was going to be a very unrestful night.
Chapter 2: Another Round
Summary:
“Wrong, drink” Chris flipped the coin at leons chest and pushed a shot glass towards him. Leon paused for a moment and then downed the shot. So much for driving home.
Leon is a lightweight and Wesker is bad at expressing feelings
Notes:
Hello everyone! I apologize for the multi-month gap between chapters but between university, family, and holidays with a healthy dose of procrastination this chapter took me way longer than I wanted but I have finally gotten it to a point where I'm happy enough to post it so enjoy!
once again sorry for any weird formatting I'm writing on mobile again
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Leon found that the next few days crawled achingly slow, after his encounter with Wesker that stormy night Leon started to catch glimpses of Wesker more and more throughout the rpd, he wasn't sure if he was just noticing him more because he wanted to see Wesker or if Wesker had become more prominent in the spaces Leon frequented. Regardless Leon had to admit to himself that he felt a tinge of excitement and nervousness whenever Wesker entered a room which made the past three days all the more tedious as the whole stars team left on a high-risk mission.
Mulling over the report in front of him Leon made his final notes on the page before slipping it back into its file folder, still stuck on desk duty Leon sighs standing up from his desk to head to the breakroom to stretch his legs.
Entering the break room he was met with the pungent aroma of coffee that permeated the air making a beeline for the coffee maker he made note of the other two officers taking a break in the room as he poured himself some coffee; taking a quick sip of the hot liquid Leon scrunched up his face slightly as the bitter taste hit his tongue. Glancing from his cup to the two officers sitting casually on the couch sent a shiver through Leon as he recounted his night with Wesker visualizing what it must have looked like as Wesker gripped his jaw firmly forcing him to look up at him, his face a few inches from his… Leon could feel his face heating up again as he absentmindedly stared at the couch before tuning back in to realize the two officers on the sofa were staring at him
“Right. Are you going to the station party tonight Leon?”
“There's a party? I hadn't heard about it” Leon answered plainly.
“Yeah, every time the stars department moves even a finger successfully the whole station throws a party for them.” A tinge of jealousy laced the officer's words.
Leon’s heart jumped a little at the mention of stars, he had become strangely accustomed to seeing the stars captain around the station, and in his absence these last few days he found himself missing the little moments of interaction he would have with Wesker.
“Anyways the whole station usually goes, can’t say no to free drinks.” The other officer added.
Leon wasn’t much of a drinker but he needed to start getting out more, if he was being honest with himself he was starting to become somewhat of a recluse; the loneliness was starting to weigh on his conscience his apartment started to feel like a black hole swallowing his will and motivations, He grimaced at the thought and pushed it away beside it had been awhile since he had been invited to anything.
“Yeah, ill go why not, what time?”
“Nine sharp, rookie.”
Leon nodded at them and finished his coffee in one move before heading out of the room, energy lightly coursed through his body this was the first time he had been invited to something outside of work since he started at the station.
Changing into his everyday clothes out of his uniform he carefully folded up the clothes and placed them inside his locker, quietly preparing himself for the evening.
After driving for roughly twenty minutes Leon pulled up to a packed and brightly lit bar. The large neon sign above the building read Dusk. Leon glanced around the parking lot while he made his way to the front door choosing to skim over the couple making out in their car next to his, after walking for a couple of moments he was met at the door by a large and unenthused bouncer who barely spared Leon a glance.
“I.D kid” the bouncer stated gruffly with a waiting unfurled hand
Leon cringed slightly at the bouncer's use of the word kid he hated the nickname yet everyone loved to use it for him; digging around in his pocket for a moment he fished out his license and handed it to the bouncer whose cheap cologne was starting to suffocate the area around them. Leon shifted around awkwardly as the bouncer studied his Id longer than he should have glancing from the piece of plastic to Leon who was starting to grow impatient.
“If your done checking me out I would like to go inside” Leon muttered in annoyance motioning for his card.
“This a fake?”
Leon rolled his eyes, this again “Does it look like a fake id to you?” Leon did little to hide the annoyance in his voice. The bouncer looked Leon up and down lingering a little too long for leons comfort, just as he opened his mouth to say something else Leon felt a hand press against his lowly back firmly. Leon tensed up as he watched the bouncer's eyes flick to the man standing next to Leon.
“I assure you he's old enough to enter” weskers voice was even and demanding and it made leons legs weak looking up at him Wesker was sporting his usual black sunglasses, his black button-up shirt fit him comfortably his sleeves rolled up to his forearms framing his sculpted muscles.
“Now if your finished unnecessarily questioning him we would like to go in.” Wesker towered over the man making him appear much smaller than he was. Leon could feel the redness creeping up his neck he felt Wesker's hand still firmly pressed against his lower back there was something very attractive about the way Wesker stood imposingly at the bouncer who quickly moved out of the way shoving Leon’s id back at him while grumbling something under his breath.
Wesker applied light force to Leon’s back pushing him through the doors of the bar the loud chatter of bar patrons filled his ears as the soft overhead lights shone over him. The bar was larger on the inside than it looked, it was fairly packed with people who flitted around the building, leon recognized a couple of people in the crowd as some of his fellow officers and other members of the department that he had spoken to a few times. starting to feel a little anxious about the social situation he put himself in. He felt Wesker's hand slide off of his back leaving a buzzing feeling on leons skin in his absence. Looking around the room he spotted a man waving them over as he approached, Leon recognized him, Chris maybe? He was also a member of the stars and a bit more outgoing than some of the other members, he approached with a smile glancing between him and Wesker.
“Hey- Leon right?” Chris clasped Leon on the shoulder a little harder than expected
“Yeah, that's me.” Leon met Chris’s eyes, they were soft and excited almost like a puppy Leon thought. Chris released his grasp on leons shoulder and looked at Wesker slightly puzzled who up to this point had been silently watching their interaction.
“I wasn't expecting to see you here captain, you usually head out as soon as missions end.”
“I didn't have anything better to do tonight, figured I would see what all of you get up to after missions.” weskers stated plainly.
Chris studied him questioningly for a moment. “Sounds like I finally convinced you to come have fun, Wesker.” Chris chuckled lightly
“Whatever makes you happy Chris.”
Leon studied Wesker for a moment finding it hard to place the distracted look on his face. Leon lingered on weskers face for a moment catching a sliver of his eyes through his sunglasses. Wesker's eyes darted to Leon almost as if he could feel Leon’s gaze.
Too obvious
“So Leon you've only been on the force for a couple of weeks right?” Chris questioned
This snapped Leon out of his thoughts
“yeah, something like that.”
“Well let me be your humble guide in social introductions to our lovely coworkers.” Chris’s voice was laced with joking sarcasm as he gingerly clasped his hand on leons shoulder leading him towards the pool tables, glancing back Leon caught weskers gaze lingering on them for a moment before heading towards the bar. Leon made a mental note to thank him later when he got a chance for getting the bouncer off his back.
Chris paraded Leon to several different groups of people introducing him enthusiastically in a way that made Leon a little self-conscious. He wasn't antisocial by any means but he did feel a bit out of his element as he flew through interactions as drinks were shoved in his direction which he gladly accepted.
Chris dragged him over to the pool table that was occupied by a couple of other stars members and other officers who were all already fairly inebriated loudly playing a game of pool all making bets on who was going to win. Chris seemed like he was looking for someone in particular glancing around the small crowd that had gathered around the pool table, after a few moments he spotted whoever he was searching for dragging Leon with him, he was starting to feel like a new toy being showed off to all of Chris’s friends it was strangely endearing.
Approaching the woman he recognized her as Jill, Leon had met her on his first day when he got lost in the many hallways of the building; Jill sat comfortably on a chair that was pressed against the back wall facing the ensuing pool game watching lazily as she sipped from a water bottle.
“I was wondering where you had wandered off to” Chris grabbed the water bottle out of Jill's hand with little protest from her.
“I'm surprised you didn't see me with how much running around you've been doing in here- hey!” while jill was speaking Chris drained her water bottle except for a pitiful amount left in the bottom jill snatched the bottle back holding it to herself like it was worth gold.
“You know how expensive water is in this place!” jill exclaimed
“Come on are you not going to drink anything tonight?”
“You know I'm not much of a drinker Chris, besides someone has to be sober to drag your trashed ass out of here.”
“What would I ever do without you.” Chris chuckled lightly
“I am a blessing” a hint of sarcasm swirled around Jill's words. “You owe me a water Redfield.”
Leon got the feeling that Jill and Chris were a little more than friends but he chose to not comment on it. Tuning out from their conversation Leon could feel the alcohol making his body heat up gently, he was thankful for the moment to just breathe and lose himself a little in his drink this was the most he had socialized in one gathering in a while. Finishing his drink off Leon suddenly felt the presence of eyes on his back Leon glanced back quickly and found weskers gaze boring into him, a electric shock shot up his back as he quickly looked away; Honestly, he would be lying if he didn't feel the presence of eyes on him all night surely it was just coincidence right? That’s what he told himself anyways there was no way that someone like Wesker would be interested in him. He didn't even know if Wesker was into men.
You don’t stand a chance
Before Leon could think about anything else he felt a tap on his shoulder. Chris was facing him shoving a shot glass in his direction, Leon took it without hesitation and downed it.
Leon could still feel Wesker's gaze on him making him shift nervously he needed a distraction, making eye contact with Chris he looked as if he just read his mind motioning for him to join him at the table they had set up with some kind of game, after watching Chris and a few others play for a few minutes before Chris roped him into the next round, Leon wasn't super sure that the game had a point other than getting blind drunk from what he watched, one player flips a coin and the other guesses what it landed on if they're wrong they take a shot if they're right the other drinks. At this point, Leon was pretty sure that Chris was 5 shots deep; he was hyperfocused on the coin in his hand as he lightly swayed by the table. Flipping the coin and just barely catching it.
“What's your guess, Leon”
Leon pondered for a moment “Heads”
“Wrong, drink” Chris flipped the coin at leons chest and pushed a shot glass towards him. Leon paused for a moment and then downed the shot, so much for driving home.
Wesker's eyes never left Leon as he floated around the crowded bar he had been watching Leon most of the night as he cordially interacted with people Chris introduced to him, there was something about him that he just couldn't take his eyes off of.
Leon was clearly out of his comfort zone but he hid it well from people that weren't looking too hard. Wesker traced the rim of the glass he had been nursing for the past couple of hours in contemplation, it was strange for him to get caught up in another person but there was an inkling in weskers stomach that he couldn't shake after their first encounter that kept drawing his eyes towards him. All of it made Wesker feel vulnerable, he did a very good job at staying to himself buried in work and projects he didn't feel the need for interaction outside the necessary, right? It was the mantra he told himself when the loneliness started to have a sharp edge to it.
Watching Chris and Leon interact made him strangely jealous not in the sense of Leon interacting with another man but the fact he seemed to do it so effortlessly maybe it was the alcohol in their system Wesker guessed they had probably taken 10 shots each at this point if Wesker hadn't been watching them he would have assumed they had been lifelong friends with how they drunkenly clung to each other singing a rock song horribly out of key.
Wesker noticed each time Leon caught his gaze he turned a deeper shade of pink than the last.
They had been playing this game of cat and mouse all night.
Wesker smirked slightly at this realization, the coil of emotions that had been slowly building in weskers stomach was slowly starting to unravel at the sight of leons flustered expression and drunken Dewy eyes, the way leons hair slightly covered his eye as he swayed from Chris's arm. Wesker found that it suited leons face well mixed with the soft glinting of the lights made a pretty view.
Wesker forced himself to look away.
Leon was beyond drunk, the world spun and danced around him as he held onto Chris for support. The night blurred together as they went shot for shot against each other until they could barely stand. Leon tried multiple times to sneak looks at Wesker but each time he would look over Wesker was already looking.
Leon’s drunk mind ran rampant as he looked at Wesker, he took in the full view of him sitting with his back against the bar, legs spread out, his elbow propped up on the counter. A small smirk playing on his lips.
Shit
Leon nearly tripped over at the sight feeling his entire body flush he should feel embarrassed but his mind ran wild with thoughts of Wesker's strong hands grabbing onto his body and pulling him into his lap the warmth of his breath on his neck…
Leon needed some air.
After some incoherent mumbling amongst themselves, he and Chris stumbled their way out of the front door of the bar. The cool air of the night hit Leon like a truck sucking in the air hard burning his lungs, had he been breathing this hard the whole time? Being outside slapped Leon with a moment of clarity of just how drunk he was swaying back and forth as he attempted to sit on the steps of the building next to Chris who had already sat down. His stomach felt like it was doing flips and he couldn't decide if it was the alcohol or something else that had been gnawing at him all night
The building nausea swam laps in his stomach making him lurch forward resting his head in his hands. The world was spinning too much, and every smell around him intensified making the sensation in his stomach ten times worse.
He wanted to go home
“Chris, s’can you take me home?” Leon’s words slurred together into barely intelligible speech.
“S’sure” Chris stood up haphazardly swaying a little before catching his balance and hauling Leon up to his feet. They both carelessly staggered together, leaning on each other for support. The nausea subsided slowly as they walked; the pair stumbled towards Chris’s car barely making it a few feet before Leon felt a firm hand rest on his shoulder stopping him and Chris.
“Where do the two of you think you're going?”
Wesker's voice pierced the air stopping the two in their tracts, Leon felt his heart jump as weskers grip tighten a little more on his shoulder as he steered them around to face him. Leon felt like he was about to be scolded like a child with how Wesker assessed both of them up and down before settling on their faces, Leon and Chris both reeked of liquor and could barely stay standing up without one another.
Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to ask Chris to drive.
“I’m assuming you were about to drunkenly drive you and Leon home?”
“Captain I-“
“Don’t answer that.” Wesker pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance “was the goal to kill yourselves in a drunk driving accident?”
“No captain I’m not-“
“Not drunk? you can barely stand!”
“I’m sorry captain” Chris looked like a dog who got caught chewing up furniture.
Wesker sighed “Don’t apologize, just go back inside Jill’s looking for you.”
Chris’s eyes went wide for a second before he quickly let go of Leon, almost sending him stumbling over.
“Oh, shit-I forgot about Jill, wait how are you getting home Leon?”
“I’ll give him a ride, I was heading out anyways.” Wesker took on more of Leon’s weight to stop him from swaying as Chris briskly made his way back into the bar.
Leon suddenly felt very claustrophobic he wasn’t prepared to interact with Wesker let alone be this close to him. His moment of sobriety passed as Wesker's body heat seeped into his side while Wesker guided him to what Leon assumed was Wesker's car. The world started to go by in snapshots as he focused on just trying to walk with weskers aid; he could hear Wesker speaking to him but it all sounded so far away. He laughed slightly to give the illusion that he knew what was being spoken.
The world spun around Leon as Wesker pulled out of the parking lot, they sat in comfortable silence for a while as Leon tried to get a grip on reality while Wesker drove. Nausea hit in waves as Leon focused on not throwing up all over Wesker's floorboard, Leon leaned forward placing his head into his hands as he started to shake lightly, he never really enjoyed drinking it always led to this lost empty feeling on top of nausea, most drinking excursions Leon could hold it together until he got home to have a small breakdown before passing out in the bathroom; but something was different about today as much as he wanted to contain the small sobs that wracked his body he couldn’t.
Pitiful
After a moment Leon felt the pressure of a hand on his back slowly rubbing up and down his back causing him to shudder slightly at the sensation. They stayed this way for a while, silently driving while making slow circles on Leon’s back as he rode out the uncontrollable wave of emotions that hit his body for seemingly no reason.
The last thing Leon expected was a gesture of comfort from Wesker, in his drunken mind he fully expected him to outright ignore his outburst or maybe even make fun of him for being so emotional but he didn’t, Wesker didn’t say anything just silently offered support that affected Leon more than it probably should have.
Leon glanced through his hands as the shaking in his body started to subside, Wesker's signature glasses were tucked safely on the dash of the car, Leon took note of how his eyes gleamed against the rare streetlight that shone through the window, he looked almost content just driving and rubbing leons back, Leon could feel a part of his heart clench at the strangely domestic situation he found himself in with a man he barely knew but was already infatuated with. Regardless the gnawing doubt in his stomach overpowered the feeling in his chest, Wesker couldn't be interested in him, surely he was just being kind maybe Wesker even pitied him; a rookie who drinks himself stupid and is emotionally unstable.
He was undeserving of his attention
“Leon.”
“Yes,” leons voice came out more strained than he meant for it too.
“We’re here.” Leon felt weskers hand slide off of his back as he switched the car off, leon immediately missed the warmth his hand was providing.
“Sir I need to exp-”
“You don't have to explain anything to me Leon if you don't want to, everyone has their moments although if I may give some unsolicited advice?”
“S’sure”
“Maybe lay off the amount you drink socially.”
“Yes sir, thank you- for all of this I mean you didn't have to give me a ride.”
“It was that or watch you and Chris get into a fiery crash somewhere”
With that Wesker stepped out of the vehicle, Leon tried to do the same but as he started to step out of the vehicle all of the inebriation hit him again causing the ground to look much closer than he expected sending him into the concrete before him. Leon's knees stung as they took the brunt of the impact sending a spark of pain up his legs; Wesker quickly scooped him up steadying him with his shoulder sighing,
“You're a mess, Leon”
“I know..”
“Come on let’s go inside”
Leon wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or how much Wesker was fretting over him but he felt his heart swell with a strange sense of affection, Wesker's cologne wrapped around him as they approached the door of leons apartment, he smelt like cedar wood and sweetness; it was too much.
Stopping at the door Wesker motioned for leons keys, after fumbling around for a few moments for his keys Wesker sighed before reaching forward to grab the keys out of leons pocket. Stopping in his tracks as his fingers touched the hem of leons pocket. Leon's breath hitched in his throat as Wesker pulled him closer agonizingly slow by the fabric of his jeans before stopping again locking eyes with Leon, he could see the want in his gaze that was boring through him. Leon felt like his skin was on fire and Wesker was stoking the flames.
Wesker kneeled his head down farther tilting his head slightly the minuscule amount of space in between them felt electrified as Leon studied the form of weskers lips, how they parted slightly as his breathing came out soft and unsteady how badly he wanted to kiss him just to get the thought out of his head. A part of him wanted to bolt at the aching feeling that he could be misreading the situation but all of that melted away as Wesker barely brushed his lips against his a touch so light it took Leon a moment to even register it. Leon tensed slightly he didn’t know what to do with himself he was at a loss for words and action.
As quick as he felt the sensation it was gone as Wesker pulled back, Leon let out an involuntary sigh at the sudden lack of touch; Wesker regarded him for a moment through anxious but yearning eyes.
Maybe Wesker was interested in him
Before Leon could press the issue further he felt Wesker whisk his keys out of his pocket before quickly turning to unlock the door. He felt like he needed to say something, anything really the silence dragged on for a moment as Wesker fidgeted with the lock before it clicked open loudly
“I apologize”
“What?” Leon's voice sounded needier than he intended
“I overstepped”
“No, you didn’t-“
“Your drunk Leon, I don’t even know if you're perceiving this moment right now.”
But Leon felt like this was the clearest moment of his life
“Whatever this is I want it” he felt like he was almost pleading with him.
Wesker was silent for a moment as he pushed Leon’s door open pulling Leon in behind him
“We will talk when you're sober” Wesker insisted.
“That’s s'fine but I promise you my response won’t change”
Wesker nodded in acknowledgment before setting Leon on the small couch in his living room and then sitting beside him, they existed this way for a while sitting in comfortable silence. Leon could feel the adrenaline seeping out of his body as his eyes started to droop, finding comfort in not being completely alone in his apartment he allowed himself to fall into a strange state in between consciousness and sleep.
Wesker wasn’t sure at what point Leon had fallen asleep or when he had ended up with Leon’s head resting on his shoulder. He found himself memorizing his scent, the way he smelt like fresh rain.
This feels dangerous, don't do this to yourself
Wesker gave into this train of thought and started to slowly slide himself away from Leon to stand up, as he got partway up leons hand found itself around weskers wrist gently but steady, stopping him in his tracts.
“Stay, please” Leon whispered so gently he barely heard him
Wesker could feel his chest tighten slightly as he paused for a moment, he could practically hear the logical side of him screaming.
You'll start craving this and it will haunt you.
Wesker sat back down eliciting a small grunt out of Leon at the sudden shift in the couch. Slowly, delicately Wesker slid his arm around Leon's back pulling him back onto his shoulder.
Just this once
The last thing Wesker remembered before falling asleep was the sensation of Leon’s hand interlocking with his.
Notes:
Yeah Leon’s a little self deprecating aren’t we all?
I hope all of you enjoyed this chapter I plan on the next one not taking as long as this one did but it also won't be quite as long
Expect angst soon
Chapter 3: Dance The Line
Summary:
How would he fare against him? Leon didn’t even know how to answer that a small part of him wanted to think he could take Wesker in a fight but the more logical side of him knew he would run circles around him.
The irrational side just wanted Wesker's hands on his body.
Wesker noted Leon’s pause for a moment as he started to roll the sleeves of his stars uniform while stepping onto the mat.“Let’s find out shall we?”
Just men being sweaty
Notes:
Someday I will have a consistent posting schedule, till then enjoy this chapter :)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Smooth sheets bunched around Leon's head as he lay dazed amongst the soft confines of his bed.
Something felt strange about the bed.
It felt like he wasn't alone
He could feel the weight of someone else in the bed with him
Leon lifted his head from the comfort of his sheets glancing to the right of him, and there he was.
Laying in his bed like it was made for him like he always belonged there, Wesker laying there in a simple T-shirt gazing at Leon as if he was memorizing his every facial feature, the soft glow of moonlight streaming in glinted off of weskers eyes making him look otherworldly
Leon's body shivered as he reached a tentative hand towards weskers face, who caught it with one hand gently before reaching the other hand to leons jaw caressing it softly.
Leon could feel the heat coming from weskers hand soaking into his skin, his hands were soft yet reassuring.
Wesker inched his face closer to leons, crowding him against the wall
He stopped just along leons jawline, Leon could feel the heat from his breath as he traced his lips lightly along his jaw moving up, stopping short of leons lips, sending chills down his spine.
He was ready to give everything he had to him, his body his mind whatever he had to give.
Leon tilted his head meeting Weskers penetrating gaze, he wanted to eat him alive.
He could feel the hesitant brush of his lips against his. Leon watched Wesker begin to say something to him but no words came out.
Leon jolted awake at the sudden clap of thunder that shook his room, he sat up with a start drenched in sweat. The sheets around him were soaked from the sheen of sweat covering his body. He will Definitely have to do laundry later.
He sat there for a moment peering around his room collecting his thoughts, his hands slowly trailing the space on the sheets where Wesker would have been. It all felt so real, the heat of his body the smell of his cologne, he swore he could still smell it around him.
He was completely alone.
Leon squeezed his eyes shut as his head began to pound painfully against his skull, he reached over slowly to the bedside lamp before clicking it on illuminating the room in a soft light. Glancing next to it he noticed a glass of water sitting carefully on the table. He didn't remember getting a glass of water before going to bed, now that he was thinking about it Leon couldn't remember getting into his bed either. Confusion swam around Leon's head thickly as he tried to remember the night before. Quickly downing the water small memories began to seep in, little snippets of him and Chris roaming around bothering people and singing loudly entered his mind, leon smirked at this, Chris was starting to grow on him.
Another snapshot of a memory formed in his mind, the smell of fresh air mixing with cedar, Leon's heart began to pick up pace as the memories came flooding back of Wesker towering over him, his lips just barely touching his.
“Fuck” Leon choked out as he choked on the last bit of water, voice still raspy from just waking up.
A warm blush spread across his cheeks as he replayed the scene repeatedly in his head. The memories flooded in of Wesker being curled around Leon, his soft breath tickling the back of his neck as he slept softly. Another flash of memory of Wesker carrying him to his bed placing him gently in the very sheets he sat in now.
Leon felt like his whole body was vibrating from anxiety and growing excitement that rolled in his stomach
He felt the familiar shift of something move in his underwear, deciding to glance down.
He was rock-hard
Fuck
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The day went by in flashes as Leon tried to occupy himself and his mind; today was his one day off this week and he managed to spend most of it painfully hung over and treading the tightrope of anxiety when his mind would slide back to the events of the night before.
Leon left his home the next day with a strange sense of determination he wanted, needed to talk to Wesker. The man had plagued his mind all night with every toss and turn in his bed flashes of him flipping through his mind.
Days passed and Leon was growing restless, he started out casual enough strolling by the star's office while heading to the firing range hoping that Wesker would exit at the same time he walked by, not that he didn’t want to just talk to him directly but something felt strange about waltzing into the star's office like he belonged there.
After several failed attempts at catching Wesker in passing, Leon decided to bite the bullet and just go directly to him.
The first few times Leon stepped into the star's office he was met with a couple stars officers going about their duties sparing him a few glances or waves but each time he asked if Wesker was around he was met with questioning glances and no’s.
He felt like he was chasing a phantom
At this rate, he had interacted more with Chris than anyone else in the department during his excursions into the star's office. He started to enjoy their daily chats even if they were unintentional.
This time the air around the room felt different when Leon entered the star's office, he found Chris was the only one in there which by itself isn’t that strange; the last few times he had come in it was just him and Chris. This time it felt like Chris had something he wanted to say, that growing feeling made Leon shift uncomfortably. He and Chris rarely talked about anything serious in these fleeting conversations.
“Leon can I ask you something”
Something in Chris’s voice made him feel strange but he brushed it off.
“Sure, but if you're gonna ask me out I think I’m a bit out of your price range Redfield.”
“You wish Leon.” Chris cracked a smile “But seriously why have you been in here so much this week?”
Leon felt his smile falter, he had a feeling that the question was going to come up sooner or later; what he wasn’t prepared for was answering it.
I just want to talk to your superior officer because I can’t stop thinking about his hands caressing my body
Very normal things to tell your coworker Leon.
“I just needed to speak to Wesker, nothing serious.”
Leon sounded more confident than he felt and he wasn't necessarily lying just omitting the fact that he's been trying to ask him out all week. Chris studied him for a moment, pondering his words before speaking.
“Look I wouldn’t expect too much out of him”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Wesker is a very private man, tactical and mission-oriented. He doesn’t socialize, shit I’m surprised he even stops working to eat or sleep.”
“What’s your point?”
“My point is Leon, don’t fixate on someone who doesn’t even give himself the time of day.”
Leon deflated a bit at this as Chris’s words sunk in, was there really no one Wesker let into his life?
Was he just toying with me?
Chris noted the defeated expression on Leon’s face as he stated plainly “come spar with me.”
Leon scrunched his eyebrows with confusion
“Didn’t know we had a gym in the department”
“It’s a fairly new addition to the building it’s supposed to help morale or whatever but I think everyone just uses it to dick around most of the time.”
Chris stood up from his desk motioning for Leon to follow
“I guess I can spare a few minutes”
“I’m sure the filing department can lose you for an hour.”
Leon stifled a sigh while following Chris, he wanted to ask him more about Wesker to put his anxiety aside but ultimately decided against it. Chris could obviously tell he had some kind of interest in Wesker he really didn’t want him to know why.
He already felt pitiful enough
The sparing room of the department was larger than Leon expected, littered with the basic sets of workout equipment that surrounded the large sparing mat in the middle of the room.
Leon watched for a moment as two younger officers tried to wrestle each other off of the mat, the smaller of the two trying and failing to gain a foothold on the other while some other officers cheered them on.
This explains where everyone goes when he’s trying to find someone in the department, bastards.
After watching the smaller officer who Leon learned was named Jackson from the other officers who jeered him as he was finally flung on his back with a satisfying smack to the ground.
As they cleared the mat Chris pushed Leon towards the mat as he shed his button-up revealing a black tank top underneath, Leon paused for a moment once again feeling out of place before following Chris’s lead in pulling off his uniform button-up revealing a similar tank top. Leon appraised Chris for a moment realizing how much broader and stocky he was compared to Leon, he didn’t consider himself weak by any means but Chris looked like he could crush him if he wanted to.
Chris gave Leon a playful grin as they stepped onto the sparring mat. Chris left Leon little time to prepare before he was already barrelling towards him missing him by a fragment of a second as Leon sidestepped out of the way before quickly connecting his knee to Chris’s abdomen pushing him back slightly, Leon could feel the iron grip Chris had on his knee just as he felt his body get whipped around to the ground, air exiting Leon’s lungs in a huff. Leon shoved an elbow at Chris’s face moving his legs quickly, turning; Leon used his speed against him maneuvering to Chris’s side knocking him off balance, as quickly as he got the upper hand on Chris he felt him already locking his legs around him throwing him right back off.
Adrenaline surged through Leon’s veins pumping energy through his body with each opening he got on Chris he shut him down at every turn He just had too much strength and mass on him.
In a last-ditch effort, Leon threw all of his weight onto Chris quickly wrapping his legs around his neck, immediately grabbing a hold of one of Chris’s arms pulling it tight against him causing an eruption of excitement from the officers watching on if he could find the right angle he could make him tap out with just enough pressure.
A moment of victory flashed across Leon’s face before he felt Chris’s arm muscles flex as he was whisked into the air, like he was weightless, the swift movement made Leon’s head spin.
Nowhere to go
“Sorry, Leon I couldn’t go that easy on you.”
Chris smiled with a shit-eating grin as if he knew from the beginning he was going to win.
“Don’t act like I made it easy for you” Leon huffed out winded from all of the movement. Leon could feel his muscles already fatiguing against Chris.
“Tap out or I’ll make you” a sly smile spread on Chris’s face as he narrowed his eyes, Leon narrowed his back releasing his legs from Chris’s waist. Chris held him in the air a second longer before dropping Leon to his feet causing him to stumble slightly still lightheaded from the exertion.
“You did pretty good kid if you-“
Chris paused mid-sentence his eyes gazing past Leon a hint of confusion sprawling across his features.
“Captain?”
Leon felt all of the hair on his body stand up as he quickly realized that there could only be one person standing behind him.
Wesker
The room became starkly quiet at the realization that Wesker had entered the room, leon could feel his heart beating faster at the thought of how long he could’ve been standing there, was he watching the whole time?
Leon turned around to find Wesker already scanning over him, he had to of looked rough after getting manhandled for five minutes but Wesker seemed to take him in not in disgust but in curiosity, his gaze was strong enough that Leon almost forgot for a moment that other people were around them.
“What’s up, captain? You're never down here.”
“I finished the paperwork we needed for the next mission, I’m simply killing time before debriefing.”
“Oh well, we were just finishing up here”
“Bullying the rookie I see.”
“What no we were just-“
“I’m just joking Chris.”
More confusion curled around Chris’s eyes, leon got the feeling that Wesker didn’t joke often.
“I knew that” Chris rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
“You were quite impressive Leon.”
Leon could feel the heat rising in his body at the sudden praise.
“Thank you, sir.” Leon couldn’t handle the weight of eye contact, glancing away to focus on anything else.
“How do you think you would fare against me?” Wesker asked it so simply yet it hit Leon like a ton of bricks.
How would he fare against him? Leon didn’t even know how to answer that a small part of him wanted to think he could take Wesker in a fight but the more logical side of him knew he would run circles around him.
The irrational side just wanted Wesker's hands on his body.
Wesker noted Leon’s pause for a moment as he started to roll the sleeves of his stars uniform while stepping onto the mat.
“Let’s find out shall we?”
Wesker nodded at Chris to get off the mat who did so quickly confusion still painting his face, leon followed behind Wesker assuming position across from him.
Wesker didn’t immediately rush Leon as Chris did; instead, he methodically began moving around the mat, stalking Leon like prey. Moving in tandem with each other both waiting for the other to make the first move.
Leon broke first closing the gap between them, he decided the best course of action was to focus on weskers legs and get him to the ground as quickly as possible.
Should be simple enough, if it wasn’t Wesker.
Every time Leon tried to get a grasp on Wesker or throw him off balance he was always a step ahead throwing Leon to the side while maintaining a small distance between them.
Wesker was playing with him like prey.
Leon started to get desperate in his moves, his muscles contracting slowly from the exertion, his lungs burned from the inside out as he threw another attempt at a grapple on Wesker who quickly caught his arm in an iron grip twisting it behind Leon pulling him in tightly against weskers chest.
Leon could feel the tension in his shoulder he knew if Wesker wanted to he could easily snap his shoulder out of place, sweat beaded off of his forehead hitting the mat below them.
“Your moves are too predictable.” Wesker tightened his grip on Leon’s arm making him wince slightly in pain. “Your movements need to be executed tighter and-“
Leon took advantage of weskers lecturing, wrapping his foot around the back of weskers calf shoving all of his weight back into his chest while yanking his leg forward sending both of them flying backward. The sudden weight of leons body crashing on top of Wesker caused all of the air to leave his body granting Leon the opening he was looking for. Leon quickly scrambled around him making quick use of his legs holding Wesker's head in between his thighs in a headlock. He started to apply pressure but carefully enough to not cause him to pass out.
Wesker struggled for a few moments trying to get a grasp on Leon before resigning to his defeat.
Leon extended a hand to Wesker to help him back on his feet, he studied leons hand for a moment before taking it, he looked pleased, to say the least.
“You're a fast learner Leon”
Wesker stood to his full height leaning down next to Leon’s ear.
“A man after my own heart.” Wesker whispered it so quietly that Leon barely heard it.
Leon felt like he had just been doused with cold water, he felt the growing coil in his stomach again surging through his body. What did he mean by that? The sentence wracked Leon’s brain as he tried to grasp it.
“That was amazing rookie!” Leon felt a sudden clasp on his shoulder as Chris set a firm grasp on him.
“I don’t know how you managed that when you couldn’t even keep me on the mat.” Chris chuckled sincerely.
“Hard to keep you anywhere when you're built like a damn bull.” Leon grinned slightly, punching Chris off of his side.
Leon caught Wesker's gaze who had been observing their interaction, there was a glint of emotion that he couldn't quite place, his eyes seemed to soften as his gaze slid back over Leon before slipping his sunglasses back on.
“This reminds me I need to speak with you, Leon.”
Leon paused for a moment as the past couple of days came flooding back as he remembered how much he had been wanting to speak to Wesker. His eyes widened as his whole body felt like it wanted to flee as fast as he could. Leon could feel his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed harshly, trying to hold an expression that didn't scream anxiety.
“What about sir?” Leon held his voice steady
“It would be best if we spoke in private.” Wesker suggested casually.
Was that a crack in his voice?
Surely not
Leon grinned slightly, his heart thrumming quickly.
“Lead the way.”
Notes:
I appreciate everyone whose been reading this story so far and I thank all of you for being patient with each chapter, there’s more to come with this story even if it takes me forever to write it.
Chapter 4: Into The Fire
Summary:
“And if I mess up?” leons voice wavered slightly
“Then I won’t ask again, but I don’t think you’ll disappoint me.”
Wesker studied him for a moment, Leon once again felt small under his gaze but he didn't break it this time, no Leon held his gaze just as intensely searching for hidden reasonings why Wesker had recruited him for a mission but all he found was the reflection of himself in weskers glasses.
Notes:
I hope all of you forgive me It's been a hot minute since I updated last but the chaotic mixture of finals and research papers on top of being sick for more than a month I just haven't had the time to finalize this chapter. I also struggled with exactly how I wanted to do this chapter which created the worst writer's block ever and if I look at this chapter any longer I'm going to lose my mind, but I've finally finished it and it's a tad longer than the last few chapters to make up for the long wait. Also a side note for warnings there is slight torture in this chapter and canon-esque violence, none of it is between Wesker and Leon
Enjoy! :)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“Are you sure I’m the right person for this? I haven’t had duties outside of the station yet” Leon fidgeted with the belt loops on his jeans as he leaned back on one of the desks in the star's office
“Yes” Wesker replied plainly
“What, because of one sparring match?” Leon couldn't help the slight amusement in his voice
“Not just that, you excelled immensely in all of your training and scores”
“You looked into my scores?” Leon felt a roll of emotions build in his stomach again, of course, he thought about Wesker frequently but the idea of him also thinking about him felt foreign.
“I did, I think your potential is being wasted on trite filling work and secretary duties, which is why I’m asking you this” There was a bite to Wesker's words that were full of sincerity.
He did agree with him but it still felt strange, he was a rookie and inexperienced in actual field work he had no idea how he would actually react in a high-stress situation.
“And if I mess up?” leons voice wavered slightly
“Then I won’t ask again, but I don’t think you’ll disappoint me.”
Wesker studied him for a moment, Leon once again felt small under his gaze but he didn't break it this time, no Leon held his gaze just as strongly searching for hidden reasonings why Wesker had recruited him for a mission but all he found was the reflection of himself in weskers glasses.
Leon shifted in place crossing his arms to stop from fidgeting further.
“Can we talk about the other night?” Leon's heart picked up in speed. He had wanted to wait to ask him but he couldn't fight the urge as he spat out the question.
“No-I mean yes but.. not right now” Wesker's voice wavered slightly as a light blush crawled up his neck.
before Leon could raise any concerns he felt the door swing open to his right as Chris wandered in, his eyes falling on the two of them his eyes widening slightly.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to inter-“
“You didn’t, I was just filling in Officer Kennedy here on the mission all of us have coming up that he is joining us on.” Wesker straightened the glasses on his nose like some kind of finality. “You will be joining us, correct?”
A moment to finally do something worth while how could he pass that up, regardless a small inkling in the back of his mind reminded him of the dangers of the work the stars do. He entertained it for a moment before pushing the feeling down in the back of his mind, the idea of sitting behind a desk any longer was bleak and honestly made his stomach turn.
“yes, I will be.” Leon said it with such confidence it actually startled him a little. He wasn't one to turn down an opportunity and he would be lying if it didn't excite him to work with stars.
And to work with Wesker directly
“Debriefs in two hours, be on time will you.”
“Yes, sir”
Leon thrummed his fingers along his thigh nervously as he waited in the star's office several other members started to file in, throwing him casual waves before starting conversations of their own. Glancing towards the ceiling Leon let out a sigh he hated waiting; his anxiety got the best of him causing him to show up for debrief an hour early. He felt a lurch in his chair as he was pushed slightly back causing the chair to roll bumping against the wall. Looking away from the ceiling he was met with Chris standing over him with his arms crossed.
“So do you think your up for this Leon?” Chris questioned evenly.
Of course, he was up for it. That wasn't what worried Leon, it was the possibility of failure that had him so wound up, this was finally a chance to prove himself, and if he failed then what? Go back to being the glorified secretary? Have each day feel meaningless and empty? The idea made his skin crawl.
“Yeah of course.” Leon grinned with a smile that didn't quite meet his eyes.
Chris looked at him suspiciously, obviously noting the anxiety that was suffocating around Leon.
“Everyone's first mission is stressful but you're not going to be alone and most importantly ill be there.”
“That strangely doesn't make me feel better.”
“Ah, I'm hurt!” Chris dramatically flails back acting as if he was shot, eliciting a small chuckle from Leon.
“You're a dumbass Redfield”
“Someone’s got to be.” Chris chuckled lightly “But seriously you'll do alright.” Chris rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at Leon more seriously.
“Thank you, Chris.” Leon had to admit Chris did help take the edge off a bit, even temporarily.
Suddenly the door to the star's office opened with force as Wesker strived in fully dressed in his star's uniform, the air around him felt electrically charged as he moved through the room swiftly to the front.
“Let's get started.” weskers voice boomed through the room immediately drawing everyone's attention towards him.
Leon caught a glimpse of Chris’s eyes, which glinted with an emotion he couldn't quite place before returning to his desk.
“As most of you are aware we are closing in on a target we have been surveilling for months now.” Wesker pauses for a moment as he starts to hand out files to certain members. “The situation is delicate and plans have changed slightly, all of you will see the information that’s been gathered so far in the files I’ve handed you.”
Wesker cleared his throat as they all read the files over
“As you will all see there has been a leak from somewhere in the department jeopardizing Redfield's role in this mission.”
Murmuring erupts through the room, a leak in the department didn’t sound good and by everyone’s reactions, he assumes a lot of work just got thrown away because of this leak. One wouldn’t be able to read Wesker's feelings about the matter just by looking at him, he was unreadable as ever behind his sunglasses a fixed expression on his face but Leon could see the way Wesker balled his fist tightly, the skin turning light pink from the pressure of his nails digging in.
Leon took it that leaks didn’t happen often.
And that Wesker didn’t take them well.
Wesker cleared his throat, “Regardless we will adjust and proceed, Valen is too high risk of a target to let go. This brings me to Officer Kennedy’s role in this mission.”
Leon stiffened at the use of his name, suddenly becoming very aware of all the eyes in the room settling on him.
“While the department still has no leads on the leak we need someone who is an outsider to make contact with Valen.”
“Wait, what, you can’t be serious? No offense Leon, but he hasn’t even had a regular mission outside of the precinct and now you want to throw him out there on his ass?” Chris’s voice was tight with concern as he spoke.
Wesker seemed unfazed as if this was a regular occurrence from Chris.
“I believe him to be capable.” Wesker's voice fell flatly over the room
“I mean yes but-“
“Do you have a better plan?”
“I, what-“
“Do you have a better plan, Redfield?”
The tension in the room rose as the two of them locked eyes for several moments before Wesker spoke again.
“The aspect of a leak emanating from our department means it could be any one of us and I won’t jeopardize this mission based on familiar trust. I don’t think I need to remind anybody here how lucrative and dangerous the bio-weapon trade is, making the success of this mission life or death. Do I make myself clear?” Wesker's voice hung heavily in the room, no one daring to speak.
Leon could see the way Chris gritted his teeth as Wesker finished his sentence with venom that stuck in the air.
“Yes, captain.”
“Good, we depart in thirty minutes.”
And with that, everyone quickly started gathering their things eager to escape the still suffocating tension in the room.
“Officer Kennedy.”
Wesker's voice caused Leon to jolt slightly he was so focused on watching everyone else he hadn’t seen him approach.
“Yes, sir?”
“You’ll be riding with Chris’s team to our rendezvous point.”
“Right.” Leon could feel his earlier confidence starting to waver as the weight of this mission started to bear on his shoulders.
Wesker paused for a moment, his demeanor softening slightly.
“You're going to do fine” his voice dropped to a murmur so that Leon was the only one who could hear him, Leon could feel a tightness of emotions growing in his stomach, someone having confidence in him wasn’t something he was accustomed to.
“Do try to not get shot though.” Wesker stated slightly louder than the last sentence, returning to his more rigid, unreadable demeanor before walking away.
No pressure
The drive was long and tense, Chris’s team consisted of him, Jill, another woman who introduced herself as Rebecca whom he hadn’t seen before, and a couple other stars officers. The conversations in the vehicle were short and just filled the void of the jostling vehicle before a sharp silence suffocated the rest of the drive.
As Leon got lost in the whiplash that was everyone preparing at the rendezvous point for the mission, he found himself lost in his own head; was he too far in over his head? His task was simply to meet, with this Valen guy he just learned about and keep him busy enough while the rest of the team locks down the building.
Should be simple enough right?
But it didn’t feel simple, as confident as Leon felt in his ability to bullshit someone posing as a possible buyer for a bioweapon from one of the top distributors felt out of his range.
Leon had just about chewed all of his nails down till they were bloody by the time Wesker made his way to him, a bag of clothes in hand.
“Here, change into this”
Wesker handed him a small pile of folded clothes which looked to be a black suit, Leon started to walk away to get undressed as he felt Wesker's hand on his arm, turning him back to face him.
“Wait take your shirt off”
Leon's eyes widened slightly as he felt heat starting to pool in his ears.
“What?”
Wesker smirked slightly before answering, “You need a wire hidden under your clothes, you didn’t think we would send you in completely blind did you?”
“No-I knew that” Leon’s voice wavered slightly, the room suddenly felt very stuffy as he pulled his shirt off. Leon felt the air in his lungs exit his body as the warm sensation of Wesker's hands spread through his skin; his hands lingered softly, deliberately taking his time to find the points he needed to affix the wiring to Leon’s torso.
“The feed for this wire will play directly to my earpiece, so ill be able to hear everything happening.” Pausing to look over the artfully taped-down wire Wesker sighed. “I have to keep an eye on you somehow.”
“I’m not complaining.” The words came out more flirtatious than he intended them to. Leon could feel his skin becoming flushed, ultimately deciding to not look down into the man's eyes.
Each brush of Wesker's fingertips felt like fire burning each of his nerves. Wesker kneeled down to affix the last bit of wiring to his skin, Leon took a chance looking down and immediately felt his heart leap in his chest, seeing Wesker kneeled down in front of him like this, so close to… no he couldn’t think about that not with him this close to his body. Leon's grip on reality felt like it was slipping, biting his tongue to stop himself from saying something he might regret; all resolve melted away immediately when their gazes met.
He could have died right there and been content, the air was tense and heavy as Leon looked into Wesker's eyes staring back just as intensely as Leon. He found himself lost in his eyes, the blue sparked against his skin so beautifully so many emotions swirled around Wesker's eyes, warm and pleading.
Leon silently thanked the gods for them being in an isolated room. If anyone had seen the two of them positioning like this they would never hear the end of it.
To say the atmosphere was suggestive was an understatement.
A gasp involuntarily escaped leons lips as Wesker slid both hands to Leon's exposed hips, eliciting a small shiver out of him as he slowly circled his thumbs over the prickling skin.
He felt like Wesker was going to eat him alive and he was more than ready to hand himself over.
The close proximity of Wesker, his touches, the neediness in his eyes, the silent gestures that felt more intimate than words could describe.
His chest felt so heavy.
Each breath felt forced.
“You're a distraction Leon” Wesker's voice broke the silence first, strained in a hushed whisper snapping Leon out of his train of thought.
“In a good way, right?” Leon answered back in a breathless, desperate tone.
“Please-Leon,” Wesker responded back in a hushed, deeper tone than before.
Leon gasped slightly at this, he had never heard Wesker sound like this, so needy and wanting but he could feel the hesitation in his voice. Leon carefully reached his hand down, interlacing his with weskers who left them there savoring the moment before Leon felt him slowly sliding his hands away.
“I can’t” weskers eyes darted away from leons as he retreated from leons torso, his face a deep red as he turned away from him. Leon noted the small flicker of what seemed like regret on weskers face as he stood up from Leon.
“Wait Wesker, please.” Leon begged in a half whisper, desperation clinging to his voice.
“I’m sorry I can’t.” Wesker quickly moved away, leaving the room without another word.
Leon slid down to the floor, looking around the room that now felt painfully empty. He could still feel the heat on his skin from Wesker's hands.
Holy fuck
Leon took several deep breaths to try and slow his heart rate, it was no surprise when he looked down and noticed he was painfully hard.
He felt like the air had been punched out of him leaving his chest hollow, he wanted him so badly and he thought Wesker felt the same but why did he look regretful?
Did he do something to make him uncomfortable? Leon felt dread starting to gnaw at his stomach at the thought. Slowly standing back up he decided to push the thoughts away, process it later he told himself. He still had a mission to do regardless of how he felt right now.
———
Leon reemerged with the rest of the team after getting fully dressed, it had been a long time since he wore a suit last but this one fit him nicely accentuating his body snugly. Chris wolf-whistled at him as he walked up eliciting an eye roll from Leon as he took a seat.
Moments later Wesker strides into the room, holding what seems to be several files in his hands. He began handing them out to several members of the team before handing the last one to Leon, he watched Wesker linger over him for a moment before heading back to the front of the room.
“We are not the only team tackling this mission but we will be the ones heading in first, the files I’ve given you all are additional information about some of the men we will be encountering and subduing while Officer Kennedy distracts the main target.” Wesker paused for a moment while everyone seemed to shuffle through the papers in the files.
“Valen hand picks every man he employs to work for him so all of them have extensive backgrounds in combat.” Leon noticed Chris swiveling around in his chair back and forth.
Did he ever sit still?
“Chris, your going to be going over all of the details of Officer Kennedy’s role with him since you were the one originally tasked with making contact with the main target.”
“We set off in an hour, remember we need Valen alive and preferably not beaten half to death, Chris.”
“No promises, captain.” Chris grinned as he stood up, slotting his gun into the holster.
Weskers expression didn't change.
“Get over here Leon we've got a lot to go over.” Chris wiggled some papers in his direction without looking up, still shuffling through other pages. “You've got good combat skill but I hope you're good at bullshitting.”
I hope so too
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The building loomed over leons car as he pulled in front of the entrance, there were lights in several of the windows of the towering structure. The low, dim lights would normally be welcoming but Leon couldn't shake the haunting feeling the building gave him.
Leon stepped out of the car pulling a briefcase behind him full of more money than he has ever made, walking up the steps he was quickly met with two well-dressed guards that were watching him since he pulled up to the building.
“I'm expected.” Leon did his best to sound confident, he could feel each of his movements being picked apart already by the two men in front of him.
“Liam?” the taller one questioned with a hint of sarcasm in his words.
That's right, Chris had given him the rundown of his entire fake persona down to a fake favorite color if it comes up; Lucky for him the fake name is only a few letters off of his actual name making that part easy to adjust to.
“You're not what I expected.” the other man stated with a smirk. Leon noted the guns slung over their shoulders.
Are they all this heavily armed?
“I like to surprise people.” Leon stated plainly sounding almost disinterested in their presence, he can't accomplish anything if he cant even get past the door.
“Is that so?” the taller man asked suspiciously, Leon didn't like his tone.
Before he could get another word out the doors behind the two men opened up dramatically as a tall man stepped out into the doorway, he was older looking, his strawberry blonde hair curling comfortably around his shoulders as he moved between the two guards. He was well dressed in a black dress shirt that fits comfortably around his muscles, Leon immediately spotted two things, the harness over his chest holding a pistol and a large knife sheathed against his hip.
This is definitely Valen; he fit the description perfectly, down to the harsh scar that rode against the bridge of his nose.
Deep breaths Leon.
“Stop harassing our guest.” Valens' voice was full of authority laced with a heavy German accent that Leon wasn’t expecting.
Valen seemed to inspect Leon fully, flicking his eyes up and down almost like he was searching for something that, Leon didn’t know, what he did know was that he made him feel like he was being dissected visually.
“It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Liam.” Leon felt chills roll down his spine at Valens voice, shaking the feeling off he extended a hand in Valens direction.
“The feeling is mutual.” they both exchanged a brief handshake before Valen quickly spun around facing back into the building.
“We have much to discuss yes? Follow me.”
And with that Leon followed him into the lion's den.
Several minutes passed as Wesker waited with the rest of the team, patience was essential in missions like this yet he found himself growing impatient as he listened to Leon and Valens conversation through his earpiece. The man was unbearable to listen to, going on and on about the test results of the ‘antidote’ he had created for humanity and how valuable it was. As he listened Wesker felt a pang of adoration in the way Leon fluidly controlled the conversation. If Wesker didn't already know Leon he would have completely believed he was of the same ilk.
More time passed before Wesker finally stood up quickly motioning to the other members that it was time, rechecking his pistol they set out to clear the building, quick and efficient was the plan.
No room for error, not while Leon's life depends on it.
Leon considered himself a fairly resilient individual when it came to uncomfortable conversations but he could feel his patience starting to wear thin, one can only listen to someone talk about how humanity needs to be cleansed unprompted without starting to grow irritated. He had already declined the past 5 drinks Valen had attempted to pass to him, merely shrugging and downing them himself while continuing to speak.
It didn't help that the man had made a large show of playing with the large knife that had been strapped to his waist; it felt like a thinly veiled threat that kept Leon on edge.
“The best thing for humanity is for it to die.” A devilish smirk painted Valens face as he shot back the rest of his drink. “but you didn't come here to listen to me preach so let's get down to business.” Valen reached behind the counter in the room and produced a steel case with what looked to be a small scanner on the front of it.
Valens words stuck in the room like dead weight, how could anyone think like this? It made his skin crawl, he clenched his fist tightly keeping a cinch on the bubbling anger in his chest. No matter how he felt he had to keep it together, before Leon could give him a response Valen started speaking again, a lazy tone filled his voice as he spoke.
“If you don’t mind me asking how does one man acquire this much money for something like this hm?” Valen pried as he began fidgeting with the scanner on the case.
“I work for a large pharmaceutical company.”
“Oh? It obviously pays well.”
“It does.” Leon didn't like where this line of questioning might end up he needed to keep it brief.
“I see and if you don’t mind me asking what someone like yourself wants with an expensive biological weapon?”
“Does it matter?” Leon struggled to keep the aggression from seeping into his voice.
“Hm maybe it does maybe it doesn’t, humor me will you?” a small click emanated from the scanner as Valen quickly turned around stepping into Leon's personal space.
Leon could feel the sweat starting to drip down the back of his neck, Valen was obviously trying to intimidate him and it was starting to work.
Just hold out a little bit longer.
“It’s a passion project if you will.” Leon swallowed hard, bobbing his adam's apple up and down. “I want to see what creatures can survive the mutations the weapon creates” Leon felt like acid covered his tongue with each word spoken but he choked out each one like he meant it.
Valen studied him for a moment before stepping just centimeters from Leon’s face, he could feel the warmth of his liquor-laced breath on his cheeks as he skimmed the skin of Leon’s cheek with the large knife he had once again unsheathed.
“Like to play god do you Liam?”
Leon froze slightly for a second before Valens face cracked into a large smile chuckling loudly as he stepped away from Leon sheathing the knife once again.
He was getting really tired of seeing that stupid knife
“I am just playing with you, what you choose to do with your time and money is your own business so long as I am paid first.”
Leon quietly breathed a sigh of relief hidden behind a fake grin as he sat the briefcase of money on the table. He began to unlatch the locks on the case but just as he flip the last latch, two of Valens men entered quickly heading straight to the man.
Something felt off, the demeanor of the two felt aggressive as they spoke to the other man in hushed tones making small pointed glances in Leon’s direction. He watched closely for Valens reaction to what the men were saying to him, he watched his eyes narrow slightly before dismissing the two of them behind him.
“Is there something wrong?” Leon was probing for time; he knew if there was any disturbance it meant something went wrong with the team downstairs.
Leon quietly switched the latch back up on the case before standing straight, Valens composure changed as he approached Leon again; he still wore the grin he was before but something felt sinister about the way it fit on his face. Leon could feel himself starting to panic slightly he could defend himself if needed but he was completely unarmed, his best bet was to bounce off of whatever Valen had to say and buy himself some more time.
“So Liam I have one last question for you before we finish up here, yes?”
“Sure.”
Valens grin curled tighter into a grimace
It reminded Leon of a fox hunting prey.
“Does the word S.T.A.R.S mean anything to you?”
Leon felt his eyes immediately widen just as he felt the hard pressure of metal on his abdomen.
Then searing white pain as the gunshot resounded through the room.
The room went black for what felt like an eternity as Leon yelped in pain on the floor, his whole side felt like it had been lit on fire. Gripping the wound did little to slow the flow of blood pooling outside of his body.
Out. Out, out he has to get out of here
Or I’m going to die here.
Leon could hear the stream of distant gunfire on one of the floors below them, Valen was barking orders to the men around him as Leon started to pull himself off the ground each movement eliciting a hiss of pain escaping his lips.
Another shockwave of pain shot through his body as Valen sent a powerful kick to Leon's chest flipping him onto his back. The world felt like it was spinning, black spots clouded leons vision as he tried to focus on the figure now towering over him; words failed to make it out of leons mouth instead just guttural groaning as he clenched his teeth, each shallow breath sending another sharp pain across his side. Everything felt thick and heavy around him, it looked like Valen was saying something to him but his ears felt like they were full of cotton.
It doesn't matter, I'm going to die here. All for nothing.
Leon watched Valen kneel down beside him, his words still muffled amongst the gunfire and Leon's labored breathing.
“It's truly a shame you almost had me convinced.” his eyes narrowed in a sinister swirl of delight.
“I don't like liars, so for starters what's your real name hm?”
Something about the smugness in his voice made Leon clench his teeth harder.
“Go to hell.”
Valen grinned like he was waiting for that response, Leon watched as he pulled off the glove covering his hand. Suddenly pain exploded through Leon’s nerves, curling around his soul replacing every sensation he had ever felt before this, the pain came in waves as Valen sunk the first two digits of his finger into the bullet wound. The screams emitted from leons mouth felt inhuman, hands shooting forward to grasp onto his hand only to be met with more debilitating pain as Valen shoved his finger further into the wound.
“I don't think that was the right answer.” Valen hissed, twisting his finger inside the wound again eliciting another vicious shriek from Leon.
“L-Leon, you bastard.” Leon choked out the sentence like it was full of acid, he could feel his body starting to uncontrollably shake from the pain as Valen removed his finger from the wound. Leon couldn't contain the sobs anymore from wracking his body.
“Leon huh? That suits you.”Valen spat as he grabbed Leon's jaw firmly smearing his own blood across his cheek. “I think ill take you with me, you intrigue me and if you live you might be useful-”
Valens voice started to float away as Leon's vision blurred, he was so tired and cold that all of his limbs felt weighed down. A glimpse of something shiny caught Leon's eye, moving slightly at Valen's hip.
That fucking knife.
If he can just reach it just maybe he can injure him enough to slow him down for Wesker or somebody to catch up to him.
Maybe it won’t be all for nothing.
As Valen leaned over Leon to start lifting him up, leaving a perfect opening for Leon to snag the knife. Using the last of his strength Leon launched himself at Valens side quickly pulling it from its sheath and plunging it into his thigh sending him flying back howling in pain.
The victory was short-lived as Valen cursed heavily in German sinking his fist into Leon's face, blood oozing from his mouth as another punch connected with his face. He could feel his lip split open with the last punch, Leon watched him through clouded eyes as he pulled back for another punch accepting that this would be his last moments alive.
Then a gunshot rang through the room, much closer than the others, blood splattered across Leon's face as Valen shot backward shouting in pain knocking into the table and sending the bioweapon clattering to the floor.
———
“Leon!” Wesker's voice came out strangled as he spotted Leon crumpled on the floor, everything flashed hot and cold inside him a dull buzzing sound vibrating in his ears. The room was starting to fill with smoke from the lower floors, He didn’t even realize his arms were shaking as he b-lined for Leon carefully pulling half of his body onto his lap as he kneeled down. He was so pale the blood loss was immense pooling around his body in sickly crimson. Wesker swore he was dead if not for the faintest flutter of a heartbeat as he laid his head on Leon’s chest.
He had to get him out of here if he was going to live but an overwhelming anger was overtaking him as Wesker locked eyes on Valen trying to crawl his way out of the now smoke-filled room.
How dare he try to get away after doing this to him.
Rushing over Wesker quickly snapped his foot down onto the side of Valens knee eliciting another shriek from him as Wesker spotted the knife lodged into the side of his thigh, making sure to apply more pressure with his foot to the wound.
He wants it to hurt.
“Wait I have I-“ his words were coming out in pained pants, “I can g-give you whatever you want-“
Wesker wasted no time grabbing the hilt of the knife and slowly twisting it in the man’s flesh, a scream ripped out of the man’s throat like a wounded animal.
“No.” Wesker's voice boomed through the room, he could feel the rage surging through his veins not just at the sad excuse for a human being in front of him but at himself as well, it was his fault this happened to Leon he shouldn’t have put him in this situation.
“Please— don’t kill me I-“ he was begging like a pathetic, weak little thing. Slowly, Wesker kneeled all of his weight onto the injured leg looking at him.
“I’m not going to kill you, at least not yet.” Wesker twisted the knife further causing the man to claw at him like a wild animal. “Your undeserving of a quick death— this is simple I’m going to pull the knife out and you're going to start bleeding out, and if somehow by the graces of god, you make it out of here I will find you and make you wish you had bled out on the floor of this shitty room like the vermin you are.” Wesker growled with disgust as he gave the knife a final twist yanking it out without resignation.
Wesker quickly turned from the withering mass on the floor, a small shatter resounded underneath Wesker's boot. He recognized it immediately as the vial of bio-weapon they had come for, normally the complete failure of a mission would send him over the edge but he couldn't find the motivation to care. All he could focus on was Leon who was looking paler by the second, as much as he wanted to make Valen suffer longer his fear of losing Leon flipped around in his stomach. Without hesitation Wesker ripped a section of cloth from his uniform, tying it around Leon’s middle in hopes of holding what little blood he had left in him. Wesker swiftly descended through the rooms having to take different ways as the rooms burned around them, some rooms already collapsed from the fire that was quickly spreading. His lungs burned each breath harsher than the last but the adrenaline was the only thing keeping him going, he had to get the both of them out if it killed him.
He could hear Leon whine slightly as he descended the stairs, he was so pale Wesker was terrified that he might just die in his arms on this damn stairwell.
“I’ve got you, just hold on please.” Wesker whispered, his voice a soft whisper amongst the creaking and snapping of the building around them.
Leon seemed to stir slightly at this his breathing picking up as he shakily reached a hand to Wesker's face, cradling his cheek weakly the blood from his hand smearing across Wesker's face before his arm dropped down lifelessly.
“Leon stay with me, you have to stay awake.” Weskers words scratched themselves out of his tightening throat.
Fear swept over Wesker, feeling as foreign as the physical touch he and Leon shared several nights ago.
You have to make it.
Notes:
So sorry for doing it to Leon but it had to be done he will be fine, probably. I'll try to get the next chapter out quicker than this one but It will probably be shorter as a result. Thank you for reading!
Chapter 5: Cause You Love The Touch
Summary:
Wesker moved back towards Leon as he gently touched his shoulder, leaning him back against the bed. His hand instinctively found itself on top of Leons as he studied him carefully for a moment.
Leon glanced down at their conjoined hands, he could feel the hesitation in weskers hand; Leon laced his fingers through Weskers in an act of affirming that the contact was wanted.
“How did I get here?” Leon croaked out painfully.
Two men are terrible with their feelings.
Notes:
Hi Hello, I swear I'm still alive, life has been super chaotic and I spent a month in another country but anyways enjoy some fluff, kinda.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The water lapped at his feet as Leon found himself standing in the middle of a large stream that ran lazily around him, leaves littered the water as they fell out of the trees surrounding the body of water creating splashes of red amongst the murky water. Leon took a couple of careful steps sloshing through the water that made his feet feel numb, looking down at his reflection he was younger than he remembered being. This confused him but he couldn't remember why, the river was familiar he always came here when he started to feel lonely as a young teen.
He felt less lonely at the river the animals, and trees comforted him more than any person could. Looking around the wind blew through the trees unnaturally as if they were moving in molasses, suddenly the forest around him became excruciatingly loud with voices he couldn't make out, it was overwhelming sinking down into the water Leon could feel the adrenaline start to course through his veins yet he couldn't stand up and run, he couldn't do anything as the voices got louder with no point of origination consuming the space around him.
He felt powerless as the pressure around him became suffocating, the water soaking into his clothes now sickly hot as he starts to drown in it. Then all at once, everything ceased as a cool sensation started to engulf Leon, the physical world melted away from him into a pool of soothing black.
Leon squinted as his eyes cracked open to sharp sunlight coming in from the window of the hospital room. He glanced around groggily the shapes of the rooming coming in hazy as his eyes refused to focus. His body felt numb as he tried to move it as an immense weight sat on his chest, groaning lightly he found he couldn't freely move his hand. A small wave of panic washed over him as he tried to focus his eyes on his hand, it looked like someone was holding his hand? He tried to think of who would be here with him but his thoughts were thick and difficult to transverse. He moved his gaze to the person who was hunched over him half laying on the bed; blonde hair was the first thing Leon could focus on he blinked several times trying to clear his vision.
Wesker
Leon blinked several more times confirming with himself that he was seeing correctly.
Wesker seemed to be asleep, his head resting softly on leons side with his hand gently interlaced with Leon's. He breathed in deeply, slightly confused trying to get his thoughts in order; the last thing he could remember was plunging the knife deep into Valens thigh before… he couldn't remember anything after that.
I shouldn't be alive.
Yet he was, numb and disoriented with Wesker holding onto him. Leon squeezed his hand lightly just to affirm that Wesker was real, his hand was surprisingly soft and fit comfortably in his own. Leon squeezed his eyes shut, his head starting to pound from the light. He could feel himself starting to slip back under the surface, finding comfort in the blonde being there with him.
Sometime later he woke up again this time the room was shrouded in darkness as Leon tried to blink the drowsiness away. He couldn't make out too much in the dim room but he could feel that Wesker was no longer at his side, a small stream of light filtered into the room from the closed door. He lay there like this for several moments just feeling the slow building throbbing pain in his side, shifting slightly just caused the pain to worsen he swallowed his throat feeling dry and thick. He thought about trying to get someone's attention for water or to at least let someone know he was awake but his thoughts were interrupted by what sounded like arguing outside his door.
Leon strained to try and make out the conversation, he immediately picked out Wesker's voice who sounded irritated. Leon struggled to make out the other voice but as the argument between the two got slightly louder he placed the other voice as Chris.
“Go home Wesker, you've been here for three days. I asked the nurses and they haven't seen you leave his room more than a handful of times!”
“That is none of your concern, Chris!” Weskers did little to hide the annoyance in his voice at Chris’s prying.
“It is my concern! There's nothing you can do here, right now.” Chris’s voice rang out blunt but concern was ebbing his words.
“I didn’t ask.” Wesker stated bluntly “It’s your fault that we’re in this situation anyways.”
“My fault? You-“
“You made the call that blew our cover, Chris!” Wesker argued, tension rising in his voice.
“None of us could have guessed the outcome of that!” Chris argued back defensively, his posture becoming more rigid.
“We’re looking at the fucking outcome, Chris!” Wesker growled through gritted teeth. His resolve cracked ever so slightly, whether it was the lack of sleep or the stress he was starting to lose that calm and calculated reasoning in his mind.
It didn’t make sense he always had an easy time detaching himself from people, especially people he worked with. It was only natural in their line of work to not create attachments, the work was deadly and most weren’t cut out for it. He had lost his fair share of coworkers when something went unplanned or unexpected and he always compartmentalized it and moved on, always chalking it up to them not being made for this line of work.
Wesker knew this yet he found himself unable to leave Leon’s side, no matter how much he tried to push him away to keep him at arm's length he couldn’t. He was infatuated with the man and it didn’t make any sense. Whenever he found a lul in his thoughts Leon would creep in, his crystal eyes weighed down by some kind of struggle that Wesker had yet to figure out. Now he was fucked up and as much as Wesker wanted to blame Chris deep down he knew it was his fault that Leon ended up like this.
All his fault.
“Wesker..” Chris’s previous defensive demeanor melted away as he watched Wesker's irritated demeanor turn into distress as he pinched the bridge of his nose avoiding Chris’s probing gaze.
“Just go, Chris,” Wesker stated not looking to argue any longer, the exhaustion evident in his voice.
“But-“
“Go!” Wesker hardened his gaze at Chris as he left with a sigh.
What a pain
He turned towards the door of Leon’s hospital room, his hand hesitating over the doorknob. He took a deep breath pushing the door open revealing Leon sleeping peacefully, his hand gently curled around the hem of the hospital blanket wrapped around him.
Wesker sat down on the chair next to him gently. His eyes scanned him carefully, Leon looked so small like this. All of the color from his face was absent from the blood loss, his brow in a constant furrow from just barely medicated pain, and the way his hand twitched restlessly against the blanket.
Wesker sighed as he reached over taking Leon's hand in his, the iciness from Leon's fingers seeped into his own hand. Tiredness started to seep into his bones as they sat like this for a while before Wesker slipped into a restless sleep.
.
.
.
.
Hours passed before Leon awoke again, he squinted groggily at the digital clock next to him. Three a.m, the bright green letters burned his eyes as he glanced away directing his attention to the sleeping man next to him. His brain still couldn't process Wesker being here, with him in such a domestic manner. His hand was still laced through his, looking closer Leon could see all of the small scars that littered his hands, the way some cut deeper than others. He felt like he was really seeing Wesker for the first time as he slept, he could see the way his face relaxed as he slept causing the wrinkles around his eyes to melt away. The strand of fallen hair framed itself around his face perfectly. It made him look more peaceful than Leon had ever seen him.
They existed like this for several minutes, Wesker sleeping and Leon slowly memorizing the details on his face as he made small circles with his thumb along Wesker's hand. Leon shifted slightly in the bed a small hiss escaped his lips from the movement, which proved to be just loud enough to stir Wesker out of his sleep.
Leon watched him carefully as his eyes opened slowly, peering around the room before meeting Leons lingering gaze. They held this position for a moment before Wesker's eyes widen in realization at Leon being awake.
He jolted up pulling Leon's hand along with him, his face a flash of emotions as he looked at Leon through his hair that had flipped dramatically into his face with his movement.
“You’re awake.” weskers voice cut through the silence in the room, his voice just barely above a whisper.
Leon struggled to get a word out, his throat was painfully dry from not being used for days.
“I'll go grab a nurse.” Wesker said quickly as he turned to leave but was stopped in his tracks by Leon's voice breaking the silence this time.
“Wait-” Leon's voice came out hoarse, it felt like he had to learn how to form words aloud again.
“No, you…” weskers voice trailed off losing steam as he looked at leons pleading eyes that were weighed down with bags even after sleeping for multiple days.
“Wesker... Please.” Leon once again found himself begging Wesker to stay with him, just for a moment. Leon tried to sit up slightly only to feel a sharp pain shoot through his core, his breath coming out in a hiss of pain.
Wesker moved back towards Leon as he gently touched his shoulder, leaning him back against the bed. His hand instinctively found itself on top of Leons as he studied him carefully for a moment.
Leon glanced down at their conjoined hands, he could feel the hesitation in weskers hand; Leon laced his fingers through Weskers in an act of affirming that the contact was wanted.
“How did I get here?” Leon croaked out painfully.
“I brought you.” he paused for a moment before continuing, “Your lucky to be alive, they said if the bullet was a half inch over you would have died instantly.” his voice was strangely soft, as if he spoke too harshly Leon would crumble like glass.
“Your hurt.” Leon said quietly as his eyes glanced at the bandages on Wesker's other arm.
“It's nothing, just minor burns.” He replied dismissively
Leon's eyebrows furrowed slightly, “you didn't have to do that.” he replied quietly, his eyes glazing over slightly. “You didn't even know if I was still alive, that was... Reckless.” his voice was tinged with self-deprecating sadness.
“I knew the risks,” Wesker replied bluntly his eyes scanning over Leon.
Leon couldn't meet weskers eyes, why did he feel so irritated over Wesker saving him? He should be happy to be alive yet he was just frustrated. He couldn't help but feel like a failure, he had a simple part to play in the mission yet he couldn't even manage that and Wesker injured himself saving him from his own mistakes.
I'm not worth it.
“How would you know?”
Wesker motioned towards his ear, “I could hear everything.” he uttered squeezing Leon's hand gently.
Leon's eyes widened as Wesker finished his sentence, he opened and snapped his mouth shut several times before he looked away focusing on anything in the room that wasn't Wesker. That's right the wire he was wearing that night, shit. The idea of him hearing what Leon thought were his last moments just dug the knife deeper into the growing pit that was his stomach.
Maybe it was the feelings he held for Wesker that made this feel worse than it should, maybe it was the feeling of pity that he felt emanating from the side of the room Wesker resided in.
“I don’t need your pity.” leons voice shook slightly as he spoke, all of his feelings from the last few weeks felt like they were finally imploding in on him.
“And you're not getting it,” he replied blunter than he meant to. “You survived because of pure instinct and luck, there's nothing to pity.” Wesker's voice was trying to come across as reassuring but Leon got the feeling that that wasn't something he had much practice in.
“Liar.” Leon's voice dripped in condescendence. Why was he fighting him so hard on this? Did the idea of Wesker being angry with him make it easier to deal with?
“I don't gain anything from lying to you Leon.” Weskers grip loosened on Leon's hand as he tried to get him to look him in the eye. “What is your issue?” he asked pointedly as his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
“My issue? I screwed up the entire mission and I almost fucking died!” his emotions finally bubbling over into misdirected anger.
“That's not your fault!” weskers voice rose in volume as he stood up slightly, his emotions getting the better of him.
“Then whose fault is it if not mine!” his voice cracked as it rose, talking above a normal rate made his wound seize in pain which only upset him further.
“I shouldn't have put you out into the field like that,” he replied his voice hollow, he could tell how much the man was hurting and he didn't really want to add yelling on top of it.
“No, you don’t get to take the blame for this to make me feel better!” he hissed irritation evident in his voice.
“Im not!” he replied defensively, why was he doing this?
Leon let out a sharp breath, the pain in his abdomen growing, “I- why are you even here Wesker.” his voice dripped with accidental venom as he spat the words.
“I'm here because…” he paused, why was he here? No, that wasn't the right question he knew why he was he but he couldn't put it into words.
Leon seemed to deflate at Wesker’s pause, he was being a giant dick to the man who saved him and now he was basically telling him to get out.
Good job Leon
Leon couldn't meet the gaze that was staring into him, he could feel himself just wanting to sink back into his bed and act like this conversation never happened. “Look I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I'm just-”
Not worth it.
He grimaced at himself, he was rambling. Trying to tell Wesker somewhere in his words that he appreciated him not letting him bleed out on the floor. “ Wesker I-” His string of words was cut off by the sudden sensation of Wesker's hands on his face as he pressed their lips together.
Leon inhaled suddenly at the unexpected contact but quickly leaned into the kiss, it was gentle but demanding. It was a simple act yet it made Leon's whole body flush. Blindly, his hands find Wesker’s collar. Gripping tightly, pulling him closer to him. Leon quickly lost himself in the kiss as their lips parted, tasting his tongue against his. Everything from the last five minutes melted away replaced by their neediness for each other.
The contact between them ended quicker than Leon wanted, but he didn't stray far. The heat from Wesker's breath brushed against Leon's lips gently.
This didn't feel real.
“I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have.” Wesker's voice came out soft as he took a long pause. “I don't want to pressure you.” He started to lean away from him but Leon kept his grip firm on Wesker's collar, he was determined to keep him close, to not open up the gap between them.
“Wesker, you don’t understand how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He glanced between weskers eyes his brow furrowed. “I want this,” he muttered the words, he could feel the heat spreading to the tips of his ears.
Wesker just looked at him, his eyes full of so much longing. “This won't be easy,” he replied tentatively.
Leon responds without missing a beat. “I don't want easy.” He doesn’t break his gaze, pulling Wesker’s hand to his mouth, kissing his knuckles.
“Then you have me.”
Notes:
I literally could not let them go another chapter without a little kiss, as a treat. I also rewrote this chapter a million times and squinted at it for hours before deciding that this was the only version that made me happy, hopefully, all of you enjoy it as well!!
also who doesn't love two individuals who can't sort out their emotions?
Chapter 6: The Taste Of You
Summary:
“You give other people spare keys to your house?” Wesker questioned lightly as he stepped closer to him.
Leon blinked several times trying to clear the grogginess from his eyes. His body ached, a slight groan escaping his mouth.
“I uh-no.” He replied, staring dumbly at Wesker who seemed more interested in peering around his disheveled room.
Notes:
I am finally updating! sorry for the shorter chapter but the last few months have been rough and for some reason i struggled with exactly how I wanted this chapter to go before deciding in the end that I just wanted to write something soft and short. This isn't the most story-progressing chapter but I enjoyed writing it.
as always your comments keep me sentient
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Leon studied his face in the small mirror of his car, his fingers running carefully down the still-pink scar that divided his nose unevenly. He didn't like looking at it. It was a constant reminder of failure, and it still burned him to think about it, trying to separate his emotions from facts.
He turned away from his reflection with a sigh, a month and a few weeks had passed since he woke up in that hospital bed. A month since he and Wesker… he could feel his face heat up at the memory, he felt like a damn middle school boy but he couldn't help it.
Thinking about him took his mind off of some of the more self-deprecating thoughts that swirled around in his mind consistently. Getting out of his car, He glanced at the sky taking in the swirl of oranges and reds that peeked out from the thick clouds hanging low. His clothes stuck to him uncomfortably from the humidity as he walked towards the steps of his apartment. Unlocking the door with a sigh he pushed the door open. He's only been home for the past week and a half, his wounds took longer to heal than they should have no thanks to them getting infected twice. He cringed at the thought as he threw his keys on the cluttered couch.
The apartment was a wreck, take-out and empty pill bottles littered his living room table. The ebbing pain that shot through his core when bending down to pick some of it up quickly reminded him why his house was such a mess. His hand absentmindedly went to the now semi-healed gunshot wound on his side, the skin around it was still tender to the touch as his fingers danced along the soft red tissue.
The doctors said it wouldn't leave a massive scar because of the caliber of the bullet but Leon couldn't help but feel tainted by it, a permanent reminder no matter how small was still a reminder.
He snapped himself out of the turbulent line of thinking he was traveling down. It had been getting worse lately, something to do with too much free time and pain medication. Regardless he was tired of thinking in general, taking a final glance around the living room before resigning himself to his slightly cleaner bedroom.
Plopping down with a sigh he buried his face into the softness of his pillow. He needed to wash his bedding, the hospital smell had seeped into the threads. His eyes grew heavy as he glanced at the phone on his bedside table. Leon knew he should give him a call, it was slightly amusing to him how he and Wesker had fallen into this routine. Every time Leon would get home from physical therapy Wesker would call him, it started with him just checking on Leon, making sure he made it home and if he needed anything. But as the weeks passed their conversations grew longer, from Wesker keeping him updated on things happening at the precinct to drama happening between other officers. Which pleasantly surprised Leon, he hadn't expected him to be one too gossip. Somewhere between his fluttering thoughts about the man Leon managed to drift off into fitful sleep.
The next thing Leon knew he was flinching awake to the sound of footsteps entering his bedroom. He jolted upright his hand finding the cool metal of the pistol he now kept under his pillow, his sight still a blur as he raised the gun at the figure in his room.
“Don't shoot, we can’t both have debilitating injuries can we?”
Leon inhaled sharply at the voice, his vision adjusting to the now-dark interior of his room.
“Wesker?” Leon's voice was hoarse with exhaustion and confusion as he dropped the gun immediately.
“You give other people spare keys to your house?” Wesker questioned lightly as he stepped closer to him.
Leon blinked several times trying to clear the grogginess from his eyes. His body ached, a slight groan escaping his mouth.
“I uh-no.” He replied, staring dumbly at Wesker who seemed more interested in peering around his disheveled room.
“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting visitors,” Leon added sheepishly as he slowly swung his legs over the edge of his bed, facing the blonde completely.
“Why are you here?” He questioned, rubbing the back of his neck. “Not that I’m complaining or anything- it’s just…” his words died in his throat as he glanced back up at Wesker who had now removed his sunglasses. Leon always found eye contact hard to keep but not with Wesker, he could always feel himself gravitating towards his eyes. They held so much emotion that the rest of him kept under wraps. It almost felt too intimate at times, like he was genuinely seeing parts of himself he kept hidden.
The two of them stayed locked in this staring contest for what felt like forever. Both saying so much yet nothing at the same time, Wesker was the first to break the silence.
“I was worried.” His voice hesitated for a moment. “You seemed out of it when we spoke on the phone last and then you didn’t answer today- not that you have to.” Leon could see growing pink on Wesker's ears as he glanced from Leon’s gaze.
“You don’t have to worry about me,” Leon replied as he gently took Wesker's hand in his, pulling him only a few inches from his bed.
“But I do worry, you’ve been very isolated this last month.” Wesker's voice came out softly as his fingers gently traced over Leons.
“I should’ve been stopping by more.”
“Wesker, I don’t expect you to fret over me like a child.”
“I’m not.” He replied stubbornly, Leon could see the concern in his eyes. Leon grasped his hand firmly using the momentum to pull himself up to weskers height, his side throbbing slightly in pain from the sudden movement. But it didn't matter to him, he just wanted to be closer to the blonde. The constant phone calls between the two kept him sane but he would be lying to himself if he did not admit the constant ache he felt just to be in his presence.
When did he get so needy?
Leon gently cupped his hand around Wesker's cheek, the other still firmly wrapped around his other hand. His touch was tentative, still unsure of what was too far or too soon. This felt right to him though and Wesker leaned into it, his eyes shutting slightly at the soft gesture.
“I’ve missed seeing you…” Leon admitted softly, his thumb making slow circles on Wesker's cheek.
“That so?” Wesker teased slightly, “I do think of you often.” his voice wavering slightly as his gaze dropped down to Leon's lips.
Leon closed the distance between them this time, their lips crashing into one another. Wesker's hand tilted his chin up to better capture his lips, a slight gasp escaping his lips as Wesker's other hand found itself anchored to Leon's hip. Their mouths crashed into each other over and over again until neither could breathe. The two parted, Leon's breaths coming out in pants as Wesker's eyes devoured him. His hands roamed along Leon's side. The two were so close together it felt like they were melting into one another, Leon could feel his hips pushed up against Weskers as he trailed small kisses along Wesker's jawline eliciting small gasps from his lips as Leon traveled lower nipping the flushed skin of his throat.
A low groan escaped Wesker's mouth as Leon bit into his flesh. A familiar heat in his abdomen grows as Leon's hands dip under Wesker's shirt, his fingers tracing along his hot skin.
“You're a bit eager, aren't you?” Wesker's voice came out huskier than Leon was used to, his words dripping with desire. Another sigh leaves him as Leon kisses him again his tongue slipping through his parted lips.
“What can I say, you're a very pretty man.” Leon mumbled against Wesker's lips.
A chuckle escaped Wesker's lips as he glanced across Leon's flushed face.
“I don’t think I’ve had someone describe me as ‘pretty’ before.” A smirk pulls at Wesker's face.
“That’s a shame.” Leon replied, his lips already back on his, a primal need growing between the two of them. A need that is all heat and feverish kisses as Wesker leans Leon back onto the edge of his bed, needy hands grabbing as they devoured one another. He bit his lip hungrily sending a chill up Leon's spine. His hand moved to Leon's abdomen pushing him down lower, a sharp hiss slipping through Leon’s teeth.
“Shit, your still sore.”
“A bit.” Leon flinched slightly as he settled back into the bed.
“-but I don’t want you to stop.” Leon added a deep hunger in his eyes as he watched Wesker carefully.
Wesker's hands continued roaming over Leon's body, carefully avoiding his side as he peppered kisses to Leon’s jaw.
“I would love to but-“ he paused, sinking his teeth into the flushed skin of Leon’s neck eliciting a soft moan from his lips.
“I tend to get carried away, and I don’t want to hurt you.” His hot breath danced along Leon’s neck.
Leon whined in slight protest as Wesker untangled himself from him, pulling him the rest of the way onto the bed.
“But-“
“Patience my dear.” Wesker grabbed Leon’s jaw softly
“Once you're fully healed though…” Wesker peered at him, eyes full of animalistic hunger.
“You’re mine.”
Chapter 7: Tender Like A Bruise
Summary:
“Don’t think I’ll go easy on you just because you intrigue me.”
“Is that what you call it? Intrigue?” Leon closed the gap between them, leaving just enough room for Wesker to move away.
“What would you call it?” Wesker’s voice dropped to a hum as his fingers trailed Leon’s jaw.
Leon hummed to himself as his fingers tentatively wrapped around Wesker’s glasses, hesitating for a moment before pulling them off. Revealing those steely eyes, he searched for in every interaction.
Notes:
Man it has been a hot minute since I’ve updated this fic, after months of the worst depression ever I come crawling back to you all with this chapter in my mouth like a sad dog.
I’m not the happiest with this chapter but if I keep revising it I’m going to implode into a thousand pieces.
On the plus side, SMUT chapter. A small gift for all of your patience with me and my slow updates
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Leon still didn’t feel like a hundred percent, but today was the best he had felt in over a month. He had been back in the precinct for a week, and it still felt surreal; it felt like his coworkers were stepping on glass around him. Tentative, like someone dealing with a snapping dog, afraid of overstepping.
Everyone except for Chris.
“Hey Leon, long time no see.” Chris’s voice broke Leon’s train of thought and his shoulder with how hard it felt like Chris slapped him on the shoulder.
“Trying to send me back to the hospital, Redfield?” Leon complained as he straightened up against Chris’s grasp.
“Wha- oh, sorry.” he sheepishly replied as he slid his hand off Leon’s shoulder.
“Didn’t think you were so breakable.” Chris slightly laughed as Leon huffed, and the two fell into a soft pace through the building halls.
“How’s it back at work, hm? Everything you hoped for?” Chris questioned
“It’s…alright, it’s nice being out of my apartment at least,” Leon replied, his gaze roaming around the corridor.
“I bet I would go crazy if I had to stay home that long.” Chris added as he cleared his throat.
“How’s the…”
“It’s fine.” Leon replied curtly. He didn’t feel like talking about it, let alone with Chris—too many emotions to process there.
“Before I forget, Wesker wanted to speak with you before you left today.” Chris continued, nearly bumping into another officer.
Leon felt his heart start to race slightly at the mention of Wesker; he had missed him all week, gone on some recon mission that he mentioned at the beginning of the week. Every time Wesker came up, his mind drifted towards the night he showed up at his apartment, little glimpses of hands on hips and peppered kisses. A small pit of yearning for more also nestled neatly in his chest like a claw he couldn’t shake loose.
Chris was staring; shit, how long was he standing there without answering? A flash of red-tinged across his cheeks as he glanced at Chris.
“Sorry, lost in thought. I’ll go see him now; see you around, Chris.” Leon responded as he quickly excused himself.
“Yeah, take care of yourself, Leon.” Chris added as he watched him curiously.
Leon glanced around the empty star’s office as he latched the door behind him; for a moment, he worried that Wesker had already left, but that thought quickly left as he heard the illegible but quite heated conversation Wesker was having in his office.
Leon approached his office, leaning against the open door frame as Wesker shot him a look before motioning to hold on.
Leon’s eyes raked over Wesker’s appearance as he held the phone tightly. He looked tired, his collar slightly unbuttoned, which pulled Leon’s attention.
Even tired, he was a gorgeous man to look at.
Leon stopped ogling long enough to glance back up at Wesker, who shot him a disapproving glance, but the subtle smirk on his face said otherwise.
A moment later, Wesker slammed the phone down with little decorum, his hand roughly pushing his hair back before standing from his desk.
“Not a fun phone call?” Leon prodded as he stepped further into the office.
“No, it was not.” He replied, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation before continuing. “It was about you.”
“Didn’t think I was that popular.”
“Do you recall our conversation about you staying on the star’s side of the force permanently?”
“Yeah, I do. Something about it being extra paperwork after everything that happened.”
“Which was my original assumption.” He paused, “but as most things tend to be, it’s not that simple.”
“What do you mean?”
“The higher-ups want me to keep you out of stars.” Leon started to speak, but Wesker cut him off. “They also wanted me to have you pushed out of the station in general for ‘security reasons.’”
“Are you?” Leon asked, the tremble in his voice almost impossible to mask.
“Normally, I would, without question.” Wesker stated bluntly.
Leon could feel a stone of anxiety sinking into his stomach
“What’s stopping you this time then?” Leon’s throat tightened as he spoke.
“I think it would be a waste. I’ve said it before, but I see potential in you, Leon.”
“Is that the only reason?”
Wesker seemed to study him briefly before answering, “No.”
“I plan on keeping you in the stars fully as planned. I’m directly going against my supervisor’s desires, but it’s not the first time.”
It seemed like a story was there, but Leon decided not to push it. He stepped further towards the man.
“What now, then? I can’t imagine they will be thrilled to see my name on your agent’s list after this.”
“That part will be my concern; for now, you desperately need more training before going into the field again.”
“Please tell me you’re not sticking me with Chris.”
“No, I will be overseeing your training personally.”
Leon raised an eyebrow at that; of course, he wanted to be trained directly under Wesker, but he also wanted to be under Wesker.
“That- that’s fine.” He stuttered; he was giving him that look again, the same one he gave him the last time the two were alone together.
“Don’t think I’ll go easy on you just because you intrigue me.”
“Is that what you call it? Intrigue?” Leon closed the gap between them, leaving just enough room for Wesker to move away.
“What would you call it?” Wesker’s voice dropped to a hum as his fingers trailed Leon’s jaw.
Leon hummed to himself as his fingers tentatively wrapped around Wesker’s glasses, hesitating for a moment before pulling them off. Revealing those steely eyes, he searched for in every interaction.
“Attraction?” Leon mused
“That feels… too simplistic”. Wesker replied, resting a hand on Leon’s hip.
“Then wh-“Leon’s questioning went unfinished as Wesker crashed his lips into his. The force of the movement pushed him into the door, latching it the rest of the way.
This was different than last time; the gentleness laced through Wesker’s movements was replaced with forceful neediness as he pulled Leon flush against him, their mouths connecting as if it was all they existed for. He grabbed hold of Wesker’s collar, deepening the kiss much more; a slight whine involuntarily left Leon’s lips as Wesker clutched the small of his back, the heat from his hands burning him with conviction.
Wesker pushed against Leon, directing him in the direction of his desk without breaking contact; their tongues intertwined in a messy manner that pulled small moans out of Leon’s mouth. The small sounds muffled against Wesker’s hungry lips as the two knocked several things off his desk, clattering with a dull thud.
Leon’s thighs pressed harshly into the solid wood of the desk; nothing else felt real outside of this room, outside of these actions. A shaky breath leaves Leon’s mouth as Wesker is the first to break their contact, his piercing eyes half-lidded with need as he locks eyes with Leon. The sensation of leather meets Leon’s mouth as Wesker treads his gloved thumb over his sensitive lips.
“Bite.” he whispers, a simple command, yet it sends shockwaves up Leon’s spine.
He obeyed, biting into the soft leather right at his middle knuckle before pulling slightly, freeing Wesker’s hand. The glove drops from his mouth instantly as Wesker’s now bare hand slowly trails down Leon’s Adam’s apple, forcing him to lean his head back, revealing his flushed throat for the taking. Wesker takes his time applying featherlight kisses to Leon’s throat while cupping his jaw; his thumbs pressed against his skin bruisingly hard.
Everything about Wesker was hard and soft: the small gazes when no one was looking, his tightening grip on Leon’s jaw, the months of wanting more even when he wasn’t physically able. All of it made Leon’s skin prickle and yearn for more; he needed more, and he needed him carnally.
“Wesker… please.” he whined out as Wesker sucked lazy hickies at the base of his throat, which only hummed in response against his skin.
“I- need you more than this.” He murmured between shaky exhales. Wesker peered over his blonde lashes at Leon as he tilted his face just inches from his.
“I need- your teeth in me.” he whined just above a whisper, his gaze fixed on anywhere but Wesker’s eyes.
Please, I need to feel your touch for days after this.
“Ask correctly.”
“Please, Wesker… bite me.” Leon pleads, his voice strained.
He was more than happy to oblige.
The small teasing kisses to Leon’s throat were replaced by Wesker’s teeth sinking into his flesh. He didn’t even realize the needy moan he let out as Wesker bit down, sucking marks into the skin. Every touch felt like fire on his skin, and Leon felt dizzy. He couldn’t recall ever being this needy and sensitive, yet every touch from Wesker made him writhe.
Deft hands worked the buttons on Leon’s shirt, allowing more purchase to his sensitive skin as Wesker moved from his throat to the meatier part of his neck, leaving behind already bruising
marks along his throat.
“Everyone will know that you are mine.” Wesker hissed against Leon’s shoulder before plunging his teeth into Leon’s flesh again with enough force to break the skin as he gripped Leon’s sides with iron strength.
His neck burned with pain, a dull throb shooting through his nerves, but with the pain came pleasure that rocked his body hard. His hips jerked abruptly as Wesker’s warm tongue licked a line up his throat to his jaw, a string of saliva and blood left in his path. Leon already felt like he couldn’t take much more teasing; his erection pressed painfully against his jeans, and a strangled moan fell out of him as Wesker plunged his teeth into another section of skin, sending little beads of blood down Leon’s chest.
A weak whimper left his mouth as the blonde palmed his erection, eliciting a twitch through his body. The heat emanating through his palms, each touch from his hands, earned Wesker a sharp gasp from the man underneath him.
A shudder ran through Leon’s core as Wesker swifty unlatched the button before tugging his jeans down. Leon didn’t think his face could get any redder, his eyes widening as he glanced down, catching a glimpse of the precum that seeped through his underwear.
“So needy for me.” Wesker breathed out, his grip on Leon’s thighs tightening, his eyes heavy with desire as his thumb ghosts over Leon’s tip.
“You’re killing me.” Leon groaned out, his hips bucking up, trying to steal any friction he could from Wesker’s wandering hands.
Wesker shoved Leon’s hips back down, his hands sprawled across his hips, pinning him down. Leon huffed, but the sound came out as a needy whine. Wesker started to speak, his voice cut off by the sudden loud knocking at the door that cut through the lust in the room.
Wesker and Leon’s eyes widened in alarm; a nervous shock shot through his spine as he glanced between him and the door. Neither moved a muscle, hoping that whoever it was would
think the room was vacant.
“Captain? Are you there?” Chris’s voice broke the silence, muffled through the thick oak of the door.
Wesker opened and shut his mouth several times; for the first time since Leon had known him, he looked lost for words.
“I’m-“Wesker’s voice dropped into a low gasp, his head dropping down as Leon’s hands deftly unbuttoned his dark pants. He pulled them down enough to reveal his cock, still covered by his underwear but fully erect and begging for attention. Leon palmed his cock, his thumb teasingly rubbing his tip.
Wesker shot him with a non-intimidating glare that dripped with lust. Leon could see the struggle to keep his breathing low.
“Gonna answer him, Captain?” Leon whispered as he caressed Wesker carefully. Leon knew what he was doing; after all the teasing Wesker was putting him through, he took his chance to even the field a little.
That and seeing Wesker so flustered turned him on.
Wesker swallowed down another low moan.
“Busy.” He replied through gritted teeth. Leon was playing with fire, but he couldn’t stop.
“Uh- I finished the report you needed.” Chris replied.
“Just-.” His words died in his throat as Leon pulled his underwear the rest of the way down. Leon brought his fingers up to his mouth, his gaze unwavering from Weskers, who held his breath in anticipation.
Leon’s hand wrapped around Wesker’s cock, jerking him in slow, languid strokes. Saliva mixed with precum as breathless curses left Wesker’s lips as he let his head roll back slightly.
“Leave it on your desk; I’ll get to it later.” He replied dismissively, using every bit of self-control the man had in his body to not moan after every word.
“Go home early, Chris; I’ll see you Monday.” He bit out; Leon could see every muscle in his throat tense as he picked up the pace.
Chris’s parting words fell on deft ears as Wesker turned his gaze back down to meet Leons.
Oh no
Wesker’s eyes darkened, and a small animalistic flint crossed his features as he yanked Leon’s hips flush against his. No more teasing touches as Wesker’s hand found a place back at the base of Leon’s cock
“So fucking needy, huh?” Wesker questioned as he jerked him at a steady pace.
Leon moaned and nodded in response.
Strained whimpers tumbled from Leon’s lips as Wesker used his other hand to sink two fingers into his hole; Wesker growled lowly in response as he scissored him open with his fingers.
Leon did his best to contain the moans that slipped out of him, but he couldn’t help it; the way Wesker fucked him slowly with his fingers was enough to make him come undone right there.
Wesker’s fingers left him too soon, the sensation leaving him empty and yearning for more, but the emptiness only lasted a moment as the tip of his cock pushed against his entrance.
Fuck.
Leon barely had a moment to breathe as Wesker pushed himself into the tight heat, allowing Leon to adjust. Leon could feel his heartbeat in his ears as Wesker slowly pushed himself to the hilt. Leon’s vision whited out momentarily as a cacophony of moans and whimpers left his mouth with each inch.
“F-fuck.” Leon panted out as Wesker started a brutal pace that left him writhing underneath him, his back arched against the wood of the desk, his arm slung over his face in a weak attempt to stifle his desperate noises.
Wesker didn’t like this as he pried Leon’s arm from his face and pinned it to the desk, his other hand iron-gripped to his hip.
“S-so desperate for me.” His hips snapped against Leon, filling the room with filthy sounds.
“Look at me.” He growled, his grip shifting on Leon’s jaw, forcing him to meet his eyes. Wesker was relishing the effect he had on the other man.
“Ah -fuck Wesker.” He whined out in shaky breaths; his whole body felt like it was on fire as the blonde pounded him into the desk. Wesker pulled his hips farther off the desk, crashing their lips together. He devoured each delicious sound spilling from his lips.
“You take me so well.” Wesker whispered between their lips; he could feel Leon tighten around him with each praise that left his bruised lips.
Each snap of their hips pushed Leon closer to the edge; he didn’t think he could take much more. The pace was too much, each breath more shattered than the last. The pressure building in his abdomen quickly multiplied with each thrust, causing Leon’s mind to blur.
“Wesker-“Leon started to warn but was cut off by Wesker’s hand gripping his pulsing cock.
“Tell me your only mine.” Wesker breathed out gravelly and wholly wrecked. At this, Leon was pulled further off the desk, but this time, he hooked Leon’s leg over his shoulder, pressing down into him even further.
“Tell me you belong to only me.”
Leon let out a punched-out moan; he didn’t think Wesker’s cock could reach any deeper inside of him; a shockwave of pleasure rocked through his body as he struggled to speak. Tears pricked in his eyes.
“I’m yours.” He sputtered between pathetic moans.
Wesker shuttered at his words, his eyes raking over Leon’s trembling body underneath him like he was the answer to every question he had ever asked. The painting palette of colors bruised nicely along his throat and chest, the blood that trickled and smeared across his flushed skin. The way his cock pulsed and jumped under his grasp.
“Your mine.” He moans, sweat dripping off him as he repeatedly hits that spot, quickly tipping them towards the edge.
The ache in Leon’s cock grew unbearable as more tears gathered in his eyes, desperate for his release as he rutted into him.
“Cum for me, Leon.”
His name uttered in such a filthy way was the last little push he needed; a choked moan left his mouth as the pleasure erupted through his body. A litany of curses tumbled out of him as his orgasm racked his body.
Watching Leon come undone so beautifully pushed the man into his orgasm. Wesker moaned lowly, his hands snaking up Leon’s back, pulling him as close to his body as possible. His teeth sank into Leon’s neck as he pumped into him raggedly, violently; his cock pulsed as he filled him to the brim.
The two of them stayed in this position; lazy thrusts turned into the two embracing each other on the desk. Wesker’s palm caressed Leon’s cheek as their breaths fell in sync, his head nestled between Leon’s shoulder. A small sigh left his lips before gently kissing the bruised skin; Leon’s dizzying scent filled his nose, an intense mix of sweet copper and musk that drew the man in further.
Leon could get addicted to this feeling that swelled through his core that he couldn’t entirely dissect yet.
Lying here in this office, wholly exhausted and enraptured with each other.
Leon felt truly content.
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Chapter 8: Monachopsis
Summary:
"I'm sorry." he blurted out instinctively; Wesker did not necessarily look pissed, but he definitely didn't look pleased.
"I'm not looking for an apology." he said with a curt shake of his head, his eyes darting down his face as if he were looking for an answer to something unspoken. He held him in his gaze like that long enough to make him antsy in his grip.
"I'm not going to do you the disservice of assuming you can't do this- so just tell me, can you?" His hold on his jaw was frustratingly gentle yet demanding, and Leon really wished he could focus on what he was asking of him.
Can I keep doing this?
Notes:
Hey, anyone who is still floating around for this fic, I know I haven't updated in almost a year (I am so sorry), but the last eleven/twelve months of my life have been insane and unpredictable. In April, my mother passed suddenly, and every task that wasn't doing the bare necessities to continue surviving went on the back burner, which meant any creative projects went on pause for many, many months, and then between trying to pull myself back together and still work/university and moving I just had no motivation nor the time to work on this but as life has returned to some normalcy I've started replaying through all of the Re games, and my spark for this fic was reignited. I still fought with this chapter for months, deleted and rewrote massive parts of it, and finally I'm somewhat happy with it enough to post and get the rest of this fic moving. I'm still going to be a slow updater but I have already started working on the next few chapters at the time of posting this one so hopefully, no several-month gaps (universe willing)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach-
Leon found comfort in the shooting range. The repetitive actions kept his mind nice and blank. Start the target's cycle, aim, fire, and repeat until he runs out of bullets. Usually his main focus was his pistol but today the focus was long range which was Leon's least favorite. Today felt strange; if he was honest with himself, the last few days felt off. His anxiety was through the roof, and his emotions were on a hair trigger in a way he'd never experienced before.
He'd been trying to shake it off, chalking it up to getting used to the routine again. He fired a few more rounds, the smell of gunpowder filling his nose and the rough kickback of the rifle vibrating through his shoulder. He huffed; each shot seemed to get worse than the last.
Too caught up in his ruminations to notice the approaching footsteps headed his way. His finger tightened on the trigger once again; this shot missed wildly as the feeling of strong hands on his hips shocked him out of his suspended state.
"Your form is off." The familiar growl of Wesker's voice danced across Leon's shoulder as he nudged his ear protectors off.
"Hello to you too." Leon replied as he started to lower the rifle, but Wesker's hand caught his first.
"Slide your hand up." Wesker instructed, ghosting his gloved hand over Leon's and guiding him up the rifle's body.
"Yes, Sir." He replied in mock tease; all of the cockiness in his voice melted away as Wesker pressed his knee between his thighs, pushing his legs apart ever so slightly.
"Now try."
Leon pulled the trigger, punching the paper target right in the middle with a satisfying bang. The smell of gunpowder mixed in with Wesker's cologne somehow made the man even more enticing, if that was possible.
"Hm, not bad." Wesker murmured as his fingers trailed down his arm before meeting the dips of his hips. Leon shuttered. He hadn't expected to be so touchy somewhere they could easily be caught, but as he glanced to his side, he quickly realized that it was only the two of them in here.
When did that happen?
"Do you sneak up on all of your rookies like this?" He asked cooley as he tried to cover the slight jump in his voice.
"Consider it a personal perk." He hummed, his lips ghosting over Leon's neck. Goosebumps crawled across his skin at the gentle touch.
"Careful, someone might get the wrong idea." He didn't miss the slight tense of Wesker's arms at that. A little over a week had passed since they'd become intimately involved, and Leon still couldn't bring himself to ask what that meant, afraid of breaking whatever brittle relationship the two of them had formed.
The delicate question slipped from his mind as a directing gloved hand hooked around his jaw, turning him just enough for their lips to meet. The shooting range closed in on the two of them; Leon leaned into him, his hand slipping from the middle of the rifle to cup Wesker's face. This was nothing like the small chaste kisses they would share when they had a moment of privacy in the station. This was gentle and oh-so-loving for someone who wasn't sure where the two of them stood realistically.
Leon chose to ignore the creeping uncertainty that he kept telling himself was just nerves.
"I believe you have close combat training today, right?" Wesker asked him nonchalantly as if Leon wasn't lost in the softness of his lips a few moments ago.
His stomach sank further into his body. He had completely forgotten that it was today. Despite being back in the station for the past few weeks, he still wasn't cleared for field work, stopped by plethoras of evals and his obvious avoidance.
"Uh-" he hesitated, he knew he had to but that didn't change the anxious ticking in the back of his mind at the reminder.
"You can't put it off forever; it's a requirement for you to do fieldwork again."
"I know that." Leon couldn't help the bitterness in his voice nor the way he shied away from Wesker's touch suddenly.
"What are you so afraid of?"
"I'm not afraid, just procrastinating." He turned from him, folding up the long discarded ear muffs with a snap. His anxiety was back tenfold, nipping at his frontal lobe with an intensity that was hard to ignore.
Leon knew he didn't sound very convincing but if Wesker had any protests he didn't make them known and Leon was glad for that at least.
After tossing his ear muffs into his locker alongside the rifle he was practicing with, followed by his overshirt, he was left in a tank top that clung to him snuggly. His hand stilled over his side. What was a bright pink scar was starting to form more into a pale imperfection against his skin, and yet it ached often, just under the skin where his muscle shifts with too much movement.
He shook his head and left the locker room and joined the others in the sparring room. He shivered slightly; they always kept it too damn cold in this room.
Wesker paired him with one of the other officers in an attempt to be unbiased. However, he was still present for the evaluation regardless, and Leon couldn't decide whether that made him feel better or worse.
Distracted, the secret third option he hadn't thought about, thanks to Wesker watching him as soon as he entered the room and stepped into the sparring mat. Glasses or not, he had come accustomed to knowing when he was solely watching him, an oppressive weight he welcomed willingly.
A low whistle caught his attention from one of the other officers, pulling him from the weight of Wesker's gaze.
"Lucky, huh?" he teased, and a flash of confusion flashed in his brain until he followed the officer's nod at his throat, his hand following suit.
Oh.
"Uh, yeah, something like that." He cleared his throat and pulled at his shirt, which did little to cover the littering of hickeys and bite marks that decorated his skin. He swore he could see Wesker crack a smile, which made his face run red.
"Come on, Leon, stop thinking about your girlfriend and get over here."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming."
Leon didn’t mind sparring, before everything it was on of his favorite things but know the idea of someone other than Wesker touching him seemed to spike his anxiety in a way he wasn’t ready to tackle yet. Despite this, he readied himself on the mat, and the session started itself like any other: quick grapples and fast movements that swirled by faster than he could think about his next move. As long as he could keep his mind focused on where he put his hands and feet, he could ignore the amassing anxiety that came with each grasp of his opponent.
He shifted fast to the side, the other officer's grip sliding to his side in an attempt to reestablish his hold on him. His palm dug into that still pink scar on his abdomen, a shot of pain crawled across his muscles. He instinctively snapped his eyes shut and instantly regretted it.
Suddenly, he was on that floor again, iron filling his nose and the debilitating pain of knuckles deep in the leaking gunshot in his side.
His eyes shot open, and the world around him was fuzzy and unfocused. His lungs clenched with the need for air, and his hand unknowingly gripped his shirt as if it was suffocating him.
"What the fuck Leon?" Leon's eyes focused on the officer who knelt on the ground, his hand gripping his face. Blood poured from out under his palm.
Leon glanced around, and the whole room seemed focused on him. He was sure if someone dropped a pin in here, he could hear it. His legs moved before he could think about it, and his heartbeat was so loud in his ears that he couldn't hear how Wesker shouted after him or when he hit the bathroom door close on his heels.
He gripped the smooth porcelain of the sink, each inhale more ragged than the last. Bile rose in his throat, coating his tongue in a nauseating way that only made him feel worse. He felt Wesker's hand touch his shoulder, but it felt like acid to his skin, seeping into his muscles in a way that only made him feel more trapped.
"Don't touch me." The words pressed past his lips somewhere between a sob and a plea.
Wesker relented, pulling his hand back, but he still occupied his space, leaning against the counter next to him.
"I don't know what's wrong with me." He inhaled hard, his knuckles white from his grip on the counter. His lips twitched before he shoved his sweaty palms against his eyes. The very act made holding himself together even harder.
"This shouldn't be this bad-i shouldn't be like this. Why can't I get over this?" He swallowed hard, his eyes finally flicking up to meet Wesker, quietly watching him with a look that made Leon feel worse.
Pity.
"Tell me what you saw." Wesker's voice finally cut the ambient sound of Leon breathing heavily.
"I- it was so fast, like a snapshot. It felt so real; I was there again. Bleeding out on that floor with his dirty fingers in my side." he shivered; just talking about it made him want to dry heave, his stomach clenching painfully despite his best efforts to push it to the side.
"Similar to the nightmares?" Leon shook his head loosely. It was so, so real.
"This was more than that. This was real. It wasn't, but at that moment, it was." He flexed his hands. They felt sore as if he'd overused them, and they shook uncontrollably.
Wesker seemed to appraise him for a moment before stepping forward and slowly taking his hands in his. Leon tensed but didn't pull away. The pressure of his hands made the shaking subside slightly.
"Have you ever experienced a panic attack before?"
"Kinda, never this bad before." He inhaled slowly. His lungs felt tight but lessened with each breath.
"I feel wrong." Leon seemed to mull his words over for a moment; Wesker simply watched him, giving him his time.
"You experienced a traumatic event; it's natural for your body to need time to adjust."
"All of you seem fine." He pouted and felt ridiculous for it, yet he couldn't stop himself from going down that hole.
"Leon, all of us have been doing this a lot longer than you. We've learned to compartmentalize and move on; it's always there for some of us, but you adjust." Wesker replied matter of factly
"I wouldn't have to adjust if you didn't-"
"If I didn't, what?"
Leon immediately felt guilty; he didn't really think that. He didn't blame Wesker for what happened, and yet his overwhelmed brain got the best of him, spitting emotions with no real direction.
"Do you think I don't regret the decision of putting you out there before you were ready? I do, but I can't change my decisions that led us here."
"You feel responsible for me."
"Of course I feel responsible for you."
"But that's it, isn't it? A responsibility, a burden. I fucked up, and now it feels like everyone looks at me like I'm going to fall apart."
"You are falling apart."
"I'm not." he snapped harsher than he meant to. He couldn't decide who he was trying to convince more, Wesker or himself.
"Take a walk, now ." Wesker's words laced with frustration sent a dull thud across his body. His shoulder hit the bathroom door hard; he had to get away from the suffocating feeling that was burying him before he snapped at anyone else.
Wesker stayed in the bathroom for a moment; the only sound accompanying him was the drip of the faucet and his own thoughts. Comfort did not come easily to him; knowing when to say certain things and when to not was always a struggle from growing up too blunt. Easier to push someone away than actually talk through the problem, space is easier, detachment is easier.
He sighed, ran a hand through his hair, put his sunglasses back on his face, and exited the bathroom.
Feelings are not Leon Kennedy's strong suit. They were at the forefront of many failed relationships throughout his college years. Taking on others' emotional burdens was easy; he enjoyed being there for others like that, but when it came to himself, it was as if a shaky wall slotted itself in the way.
"Why do you always look like someone killed your dog when I find you, Leon?" The approaching sound of Chris distracted him from the pity party he was having in the courtyard, which was squirreled away to the side of the department.
"Thank you, Redfield." He waved him off with a sigh. He didn't have the energy to banter back and forth with Chris right now, but he didn't really want to be alone right now, either.
"Seriously, are you alright?" Chris plopped down next to him before fishing out a slightly squashed pack of cigarettes from his pocket. "Heard you broke Richard's nose earlier."
"I broke it?" he asked quickly; now he felt even worse if that was possible.
"Yeah, you hit pretty damn hard; wish I could've seen it, but you might want to steer clear of him for a while."
Leon groaned before burying his head in his hands.
"You didn't answer my question." Chris mused as he lit and took a drag off his cigarette, filling their space with the thick smoke.
"I-" he opened and snapped his mouth shut; what was he even going to say? I feel too emotionally fucked up to function at our job? Or im involved with our boss, and I'm afraid of fucking that up too.
"Have you ever been involved with someone you work with?" Leon felt childish asking him that, but a small part of him wanted to dance around who he was talking about for as long as possible.
"That is not what I expected you to ask, but yeah, a few times." He raised an eyebrow but couldn't hide the knowing smirk on his face, which only irritated Leon.
"It can complicate things, but I would be a hypocrite if I told you not to do it."
"-but screwing our captain is probably the easiest way to complicate something."
"I didn't say it was Wesker."
Chris gave him a knowing look, which only made Leon huff in response.
"You're annoying, you know that."
"It's a part of my charm."
"I'm afraid I'm going to scare him off." He said after a moment had passed, he wasn't sure why he was telling Chris this. The words left his mouth without any real expectation of an answer, just a need to say it out loud.
"Look out of all of the people in this station; Wesker would be the hardest to scare off. If anything, he should be scaring you off. He's not exactly the champion of communication."
"I can tell." He sat back slightly. "I haven't been much better if I'm being honest."
"Sounds like the two of you should talk, at least figure out where you stand with each other."
Chris fished another cigarette out of the pack, and Leon rolled his eyes when he tried to offer it to him. He was pretty sure he smoked more than he breathed at this rate.
"Yeah I know." he nodded, he knew that he just wasn't good at that part. He grimaced at the affronting smoke before shooting a glare at Chris as he stood up from their sitting space.
"You know those are bad for you, right?"
"Could be worse." he didn't offer any further explanation than that. "Work here long enough and you'll pick it up."
"No thanks." He started walking back towards the station entrance when Chris yelled after him.
"You know Wesker smokes too, right?"
"I know."
Finding Wesker was not a hard feat, considering Wesker actually found him first. He had hardly made it past the set of stairs that led up to the star's office before familiar footsteps echoed behind him on the hardwood stairs. He stopped and turned around; he wasn't sure how to start a conversation like this but damn it, he felt like he needed to say something, but the moment left him when Wesker yanked him to him. The strong hand on his jaw felt eerily similar to the first time they truly spoke to one another, and once again Leon lost all train of thought under Wesker's gaze.
"I'm sorry." he blurted out instinctively; Wesker did not necessarily look pissed, but he definitely didn't look pleased.
"I'm not looking for an apology." he said with a curt shake of his head, his eyes darting down his face as if he were looking for an answer to something unspoken. He held him in his gaze like that long enough to make him antsy in his grip.
"I'm not going to do you the disservice of assuming you can't do this- so just tell me, can you?" His hold on his jaw was frustratingly gentle yet demanding, and Leon really wished he could focus on what he was asking of him.
Can I keep doing this?
"Yes, I can." He answered in a whisper, but the words were sincere. Wesker's thumb slid from his jaw to his lower lip, gently running the digit across Leon's barely parted lips, rendering Leon's brain into mush. It was way too easy to forget everything that bothered him when he looked at him like that; the thrum of anxiety under his skin silenced with such a simple action should be embarrassing, really.
"Good." he slid his hand away from him, but Leon caught it before he got too far away.
"Wesker, is this- is this just casual?" the words tumbled out of his mouth, and a small part of him feared the idea of this not going any further than that.
"Is that what you wish?" he tilted his head slightly, but his voice did not betray his opinion.
"I- no, no, I mean, if that's what you want, then I can deal with that."
"What do you want?" he asked pointedly.
"Just you." Leon knew it was cheesy to say, but he didn't have a better way to express how badly every vein in his body wanted him, wanted to be around him, as desperate as that sounded.
"I can do that." The softness Wesker could speak with regarding him still amazed Leon, and he cherished it every single time.
"I believe I should ask you on a proper date then? Unless you prefer being fucked like a whore in my office?" Leon was still so stuck in the first part of his sentence that the second half took several moments to sink in, and when it did, he could feel his cheeks grow ten times hotter.
"Uh- dates good. I mean both are, but- yes? Tonight?"
"Tomorrow." A ghost of a smile graced his features. His hand slid out of Leon's grasp while his lips grazed his in a way that made Leon feel insane before he continued his way down the hall as if he hadn't just flipped his world upside down. He glanced after Wesker, who disappeared into the star's office. Leon figured he should probably do some actual work and followed after him.
After letting himself get distracted by Leon for most of the day, finally sitting down in his own office was a welcomed moment, not that it helped with the distraction part, every time he started to work on paperwork or anything substantial, his mind would start to wander to other parts of his desk. Little flashes of bare skin and sweat and neediness he wasn't impervious to before.
The pencil he had been absentmindedly rolling between his fingers snapped like his current resolve. He swiveled back in his chair with a groan. He ran a hand across his hair as he stared at the ceiling in an attempt to think about anything else, but apparently tracing the outline of the ceiling tiles was not more stimulating than the memory of shaky moans ringing in his ears.
This was supposed to be easier, giving into that want, that need and yet he felt it even more and not just the pouring heat to have him panting underneath him again but a tightness in his chest that confused him more. He thought getting it out of his system would make the fixation wane.
What a fool I am.
He was content to keep torturing himself with the implications of it all when he heard what sounded like a herd of elephants heading for his office door, but what was more than likely, Chris, who hit his door frame a moment later.
"Wesker."
"Redfield." He raised an eyebrow at Wesker. He wanted something, or more specifically, he had something to say, and Wesker had a pretty good guess as to what.
"Be good to him." Chris blurted out as he leaned against the edge of Wesker's desk.
"I don't know what you mean." Wesker was being intentionally obtuse. He knew Chris would insert himself into business that wasn't his.
"Leon. Look, I'm not stupid. I can tell something is going on between the two of you." Chris didn't appreciate the look Wesker gave him like that in of itself was a stupid statement.
"I just don't want to watch this end up like-"
"Don't." Wesker gave him a warning glance.
"I'm not, but you and I both know if anyone in this department has a gold medal for pushing people away, it's you."
He didn't need to be reminded.
"All I'm saying is he deserves more than that; you both do." If it had been coming from anyone else, Wesker would have bristled at the comment, but as much as he hated to admit it, Chris knew him well. He'd unfortunately had front-row seats at his last attempts at a relationship. He cringed inwardly at that, unsure of how he had let Chris into his personal life so easily.
"This is different," he exhaled slowly as if this conversation was one of many that would exhaust him today. "But I appreciate your concern, Chris."
That seemed to be enough to convince Chris, who visibly relaxed at his words but continued to loiter at his door.
"Now, if you're done prying into my personal life, I have work to do since somebody wants to keep turning in their reports late."
Chris shot him a sheepish grin before disappearing from his office before Wesker could realize he hadn't turned in the report from yesterday either.
Wesker was foolishly under the impression that after Redfield left his office he would get some form of work done but amidst three other stars officers dropping in, two more reports plopped on his desk and a passive-aggressive email from the Chief of the police department he had next to nothing done and a growing migraine behind his eyes.
He had already sent Leon reluctantly home for today for his benefit and his own, he was growing to regret that decision it's not like he was getting anything done today anyways and he wasn't opposed to having him all to himself again.
Pull it together.
He sighed; he would see him tomorrow for plans he made with him. He needed to get a reign in this odd neediness, but his thoughts circled back around anyway. A date , dating felt like such a juvenile term to him, but what else was there to call it? He supposed-
You're distracted.
He doesn't matter.
No one else matters.
Wesker gritted his teeth as he tried to shake the thoughts from his mind; they intruded like an ever-persistent tumor that pressed against his skull in a way that made his head pound.
He flipped his zippo open, igniting it with a satisfying strike. The bitter smell of cigarettes filled the space around him. He rolled the filter with his teeth, letting the nicotine fill his lungs with a familiar burn.
It was the only thing he found that helped. Helped the intrusive voice ever present and always pushing him towards his goals.
Were they his goals? He wasn't sure anymore.
That ticking in the back of his head told him they were, for longer than he can remember. His pursuits with umbrella, his research, everything he did often felt like being on autopilot.
Joining the military was the first choice that genuinely felt like his choice, and it was short-lived. A distraction.
Was he another distraction?
Yes
No.
He bit the filter of his cigarette too hard as he pulled his glasses off and sat them down on his desk. Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose.
He had time; he could figure this out. Maybe this attachment would fizzle out naturally, but he didn't like the sound of that either.
The ding of his computer on his desk pulled him from his thoughts. He was starting to feel overly popular today. Clicking on the blinking email notification made him wish he hadn't.
Sender: W.B
Subject: Stop ignoring me
I know you're getting my emails AND calls Albert. I don't know why you're ignoring me but we need to talk and you know about what. You can't avoid me forever.
Shit.
Notes:
I have a certain love for writing these two fumbling around each other, it brings me joy. Anyway, this is kinda an in-between chapter while I get back in the swing of writing these two in the noodle that is my brain. Next chapter brings more smut (yay) and probably more fluff than Wesker deserves, but I am nothing if not self-indulgent.
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