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Every surface around you was damp with condensation and rot, metal walkways rusty under the oppressive humidity while somewhere far below water churned thick and slow like a clogged artery struggling to push anything forward.

All things you noticed while running just behind Grace, lungs already burning as each inhale scraped through your chest, legs threatening to give with every pounding step as she clutched Emily tight against her chest.

Emily’s small body trembled violently in her arms, fingers curled weakly into Grace’s shirt, her face pressed against her shoulder as soft, broken cries escaped her throat, not even full sobs anymore but thin, exhausted whimpers that carried a wet edge of pain that made your stomach twist harder than fear and Grace kept murmuring to her in a voice that shook despite how desperately she tried to steady it, breath hitching between words as she whispered promises.

Ahead, the bridge control system flickered weakly with dying power and you could already feel the urgency building in your bones because that was the only way out beneath Rhodes Hill.

Your shoes slapped against metal, breath ragged, hand tightening around the knife Grace had given you.

Then it happened so fast your brain didn’t have time to understand it.

One second your foot hit solid ground, the next something seized your ankle.

A hand, if it could even be called that, erupted from the darkness beneath the railing, fingers massive and malformed, skin greyish wrapping entirely around your lower leg with crushing force and your entire body was yanked backward with such violent strength that your spine arched mid-motion, world tilting sideways as your other foot lost purchase and your back collided with the metal railing, impact exploding through your ribs and knocking the air completely out of your lungs in a soundless gasp as pain lit up your vision in blinding white bursts, knife nearly slipping from your grip as your fingers spasmed.

Nails scraping uselessly against the metal floor, body jerking inch by inch toward the gap beneath the railing where only darkness waited and somewhere above you Grace screamed your name, her voice sharp with pure panic as Emily’s cries spiked into terrified wails and your body was wrenched completely over the edge.

The fall should have killed you but that hand never let go, it held and guided you with a horrifying control before releasing.

You hit the ground hard enough to rattle your bones, pain shooting up your legs as your knees buckled and your hands slammed against wet concrete.

The thing that had brought you down here and choose not to kill was right in front of you.

Your breath came in uneven bursts as you scrambled backward immediately, instinct overriding everything else, palms slipping slightly against damp ground as you dragged yourself away until your back hit solid concrete.

A figure hunched in the gloom, too still and quiet at first.

Her body was wrong in ways your mind struggled to process all at once, stretched and thinned, skin clinging too tight in some places and sagging in others, gray and lifeless.

Her hair hung in long, uneven strands, damp and clinging to her face, mouth hanging open too wide, lips peeled back from jagged, darkened teeth and her too long fingers twitched against the ground in small, erratic movements.

The dress she wore barely resembled clothing anymore, torn and stained and hanging unevenly from her frame

She didn’t attack but just stared, head tilting slightly with her body hunched.

A faint, awful curiosity like she had been waiting for you.

“Let’s… play…” The voice crawled out of her throat in a rasp that barely sounded human, each word dragging against something broken inside her, chains attached to her massive hands scraping softly against the ground.

Your knife trembled violently in your grip, hand shaking so badly the blade wavered in front of you, tip threatening to slip and cut your own skin as her hand lifted toward you.

A loud gunshot shattered the moment and a screech ripped from her throat, high and distorted, limbs flinging upward from the force of the magnum round that had hit her.

Grace stood a couple of feet away from you, revolver still raised, arms shaking so badly it was a miracle she held it steady at all.

“C-come on!” she shouted, voice breaking slightly, eyes locked as you forced yourself up, legs unsteady but moving, clutching the knife as you rushed to her side, turning just in time to see the creature already recovering.

Your hand grabbed Grace’s arm and pulled hard.

“Run!”

She didn’t argue as you both bolted, footsteps pounding through the narrow passage as the sound of something massive pursuing you echoed behind, closer than it should have been.

You rounded a corner and slammed your hand against the control panel, fingers fumbling before hitting the switch of a UV lamp flickering to life before igniting.

Harsh, artificial light flooded the corridor in a sudden blaze and behind you the creature recoiled instantly, its skin hissing audibly as thin wisps of smoke curled from its surface, a shrill, pained sound tearing from it as it staggered back.

Grace rushed past you, light washing over her features and softening them for just a second into something almost angelic despite the fear etched there, her hand squeezing your arm briefly as she muttered a shaky “good job” before rushing to the lever and pulling it down.

The area brightened further, safer for now.

The second control cabin was drowned in red light and, as Grace went to turn on the crank, that monster bursted inside the area and was about to fully bite her head off if you didn’t step in and placed your arm where the target was.

Its teeth sank into your arm and pain exploded through your nerves along with droplets of blood dripping on the ground but the creature almost immediately retreated back, recoiling as if she despised the liquid that flooded her mouth, violently pulling back, clawed hand twitching erratically in the air.

Grace didn’t waste the moment, she slammed the lever down and light flooded the area.

The creature shrieked again, its movements erratic, unstable as it retreated, skin hissing louder than before as it fled back into darkness.

For a split second you saw something shifting beneath its ruined flesh, almost changing.

Adrenaline kept you upright barely, leaning heavily against the control panel, staring at your arm, white sleeve torn open and soaked in crimson, blood dripping steadily down your fingers.

Grace was at your side immediately.

“Does it hurt?— how bad is it— why would you do that—?” she fired off rapidly, hands hovering over the wound before she pulled out the injector.

The sight made your muscles tense instantly in recognition but her voice softened.

“It’ll help,” she said quickly.

The tension eased just enough and the needle pressed in, green fluid entering your bloodstream.

Relief followed as the spiking edge of pain dulled.

You tore the remaining sleeve and handed it to her as she used it to wrap your arm quickly, securing it tight.

“That should hold for now,” she muttered, glancing up at you again. “A—are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Don’t worry.” Gritting your teeth and nodding.

She didn’t look convinced but she nodded anyway.

The last echo of that thing’s movement faded into nothing, yet your body still expected something to lunge from the corners of your vision even as the light began to flood every inch of the lower structure.

The last crank resisted at first when Grace threw her weight into it, a stubborn groan before it gave away, turning fully as the system roared to life.

Light detonated outward in a violent bloom of brightness that poured down into every crevice of the lower levels, washing everywhere and even hitting your eyes harshly.

Your hand clamped harder around your arm, right over the soaked bandage, fingers digging into the fabric as if you could physically hold yourself together through pressure alone, breath coming uneven as the pain began to crawl back in now that the adrenaline was loosening its grip.

A deep, throbbing heat that pulsed with every heartbeat, spreading slowly through your arm and up toward your shoulder, muscles trembling faintly as you tried to keep yourself upright.

“I’ll… catch up,” you managed, voice strained, quieter than you intended.

Grace turned immediately, she had already taken a step toward the elevator, urgency written all over her posture but your words stopped her mid-motion like she’d hit an invisible wall.

“What?” she asked, breath still uneven, eyes snapping to you.

She saw instantly the way you were holding yourself or the top pale shade your face had gone.

Concern replaced urgency in a heartbeat, even if only for a second.

“What’s wrong?” she pressed, stepping back toward you despite everything else pulling her away.

Forcing a small shake of your head, tightening your grip on your arm as another pulse of pain rolled through it, your fingers pressing harder into the bandage until the fabric dampened further.

“Just… need a minute,” you muttered, jaw tightening. “Go. Emily needs you.”

The name alone shifted her priorities back into place, conflict flashing across her face painfully clear before she nodded, quick and reluctant.

“Don’t take too long,” she said, voice softer now, threaded with worry she didn’t have time to indulge before turning and running.

Now you were completely alone.

Your grip loosened slightly on your arm before tightening again, teeth grinding together as you adjusted the makeshift bandage, pulling it tighter.

Head feeling… off and light.

You forced yourself to move anyway step by step as you made your way toward the elevator.

The brightness didn’t help, it made it worse if anything, eyes straining against it, harsh artificial light above blending with the growing natural light filtering down from higher levels, vision swimming slightly at the edges as a dull headache began to press against your temples.

You reached the elevator and leaned slightly into the panel, hand lifting just enough to press the button, finger slipping once before finally hitting it properly.

The metal thing began to move and, by the time the doors opened again, sunlight hit your weak vision harsh.

Leon was right there standing near your location.

The first thing you noticed was that same heavy magnum previously held by Grace.

His eyes lifted and locked onto you.

That dull, cold blue sharpened instantly, focus snapping into place with a precision that felt almost predatory, scanning your arm where there was too much red.

He moved fast before you could say anything, closing the distance in two long strides, his gloved hand coming up immediately to grab your arm.

“What the hell happened?” he demanded, voice low as his eyes flicked over the bandage, already assessing damage.

Up close, you saw messy smear of blood at the corner of his mouth, half-wiped like he’d tried to get rid of it quickly and didn’t finish the job.

Your vision blurred slightly as you tried to focus, free hand lifting weakly.

“…Grace and Emily?” you managed, voice softer now, slipping.

His grip tightened, both hands with one on your arm, the other coming up to steady your shoulder, anchoring you in place as your weight shifted without your permission, body beginning to tilt.

“Not your problem at the moment.” He said immediately, answer coming without hesitation.

Your knees threatened to give.

You didn’t even feel the exact moment your strength left, vision dimming at the edges as your body sagged forward and he caught you instantly, large and strong arm wrapping and pulling you in before you could fall, weight settling against him as your head dropped against his shoulder.

“Hey—” his voice dropped, closer and rougher now, something sharper cutting through the usual composure as his hand shifted slightly adjusting and securing.

“Stay with me.”

Darkness was creeping in but you still felt the way his hold didn’t loosen.

“M’not losing you too.”

Consciousness bled slowly in, body heavy and distant at first, thoughts scattered and slipping through your grasp and the first thing that anchored you was a voice, faint at first, crackling through something mechanical and distorted.

“…Leon, did you find anything on that subject tied to Elpis—Experiment ØØ?”

Even in your half-conscious state, something about Sherry’s voice registered by the same tone you had heard before through static and distance.

There was a long pause after that filled the interior of whatever space you were in.

“Negative, I’m looking for Grace.”

The answer came clipped and controlled, despite the presence of something tight under it.

Sherry exhaled softly through the speaker before informing Leon of her plan to further gain any knowledge regarding this ‘Elpis’

“…Just don’t do anything too risky.” Leon muttered and a faint huff followed.

“Me? Never.” Almost amused at how close she sounded to Leon.

A short, sharp sound cut the connection cleanly, line going dead in an instant.

Your mind started catching up piece by piece, the sensation of your body shifting slightly with motion along noises of an engine running made your eyes open slowly.

Shapes blurred together until you realized you were in a car.

Nothing like the sterile, cold wheelchairs that had carried you down identical hallways.

The seat beneath you was soft but firm, cradling your body gently, the entire space enclosed but moving, fast enough that the scenery outside blurred into streaks of color and ruin.

Broken buildings, empty streets stretching out ahead.

Your stomach shifted slightly as your body finally caught up with the speed, head still light and vision steadying slowly as everything settled into place.

A groan slipped from your throat before you could stop it, body finally reconnecting fully, every muscle reminding you of the dull ache of exhaustion and that lingering burn in your arm.

A large, gloved hand settled on your thigh firmly, fingers spreading slightly as they rested there, heat of his palm seeping through the fabric between you.

“Took ya long enough,” Leon muttered, voice cutting through the last of your haze, low and coarse, threaded with something that sat between sarcasm and worry.

“Had me thinkin’ the seat was too damn comfortable for a second.”

His hand squeezed slowly, every inch of pressure pressing into your thigh as your body shifted slightly under the contact, breathing hitching faintly.

Your hand lifted weakly, rubbing at your eyes as you exhaled, trying to ground yourself fully in the moment.

“W—where…” your voice barely worked, the words dragging out unevenly.

“Where are we…?”

He didn’t look away from the road immediately, grip not leaving your thigh either.

“I need to find Grace,” he said, tone steady, eyes fixed ahead, one hand on the wheel while the other remained exactly where it was.

“Couldn’t leave you back there like that.”His head tilted slightly, enough for his gaze to flick toward you for a split second, blue eyes dragging over your face.

“You ever been outside that care center?” he asked, words carrying a dry, sarcastic bite, hiding heavy bitterness at the thought of all the things they have done to you inside that place.

Shacking your head slowly, throat too tight to trust your voice yet.

His hand squeezed again, almost approving as a faint curve touched the corner of his lips.

“First trip together then,” he muttered, tone lighter, but not by much.

The car slowed gradually, the shift in speed pulling your attention outward as the world came into clearer focus, passing structures growing more distinct until he finally passed a stop near a place you vaguely registered as a gas station.

A signal indicating that “Raccoon City” was close by.

Buildings gutted, streets cracked and empty, entire place holding the ghost of something catastrophic.

Leon killed the engine and silence dropped instantly.

He stepped out without hesitation, the door shutting behind him with a solid thud, leaving you sitting there, still processing everything, eyes scanning the destruction outside with a quiet, stunned curiosity.

Then the door of the car opened for you but, looking down, there was a tight strap across your body, holding you in place.

Not knowing what to do with the seat belt since you never have been in a car before, Leon huffed of a laugh as he leaned down.

Too close.

Face near yours, close enough that you could feel the rough scrape of his stubble brushing against your cheek as he reached across, one massive hand bracing near your side while the other moved toward the mechanism.

Back pressed into the seat and head tilted slightly without thinking, breath catching faintly as his warmth surrounded everything, scent sharper up close of something clean mixed with gunpowder and faint rusty traces of blood.

“Hold still,” he muttered, voice lower now.

The belt snapped free, retracting smoothly as it slid back into place, but he didn’t move immediately, instead hovered there close enough that every breath felt shared.

Something unreadable settled in his gaze that lingered a second too long before he pulled back with a quiet grunt, straightening up as if nothing had happened.

Large and warm hand finding yours as he pulled you up easily as your feet hit the ground, grip not loosening as he watched you take in the city, attention split between you and everything else.

Then he moved to the back of the car, popping the trunk open and digging through it briefly before pulling out a set of clothes, darker, and heavier than anything you’d worn before.

“Found these on the way,” he said, tossing them lightly toward you. “Y’ can’t walk around in that.”

Glancing down at yourself in this torn, once white but now blood-stained fabric, you realized he wasn’t wrong.

“…thanks,” you murmured, taking them.

He turned away without a word, giving you space as you changed quickly, the new fabric heavier and warmer, hoodie settling around your frame.

“Done,” you said softly.

He turned back and paused, eyes moving over you slowly, taking in the change and how the clothes fit.

Looking almost captivated as a faint smile touched his lips before it was gone just as fast.

“Stay close,” he muttered, already turning away, gun raised as his bulky frame moved forward and you followed, gaze flicking between him and the city around.

“What happened here?”

“A missile hit it to wipe out everything you saw in your home.” Bitter sarcasm.

Inside an old hotel, air thick with dust, he pulled you into the rotating door, body closed again as he pushed, muscles in his arms bulging visibly as the mechanism groaned and turned under the strain.

Joining him by pushing too but it barely mattered, he was doing most of it.

Once you stepped outside again, massive and multiple webs caught your attention first, spanning entire structures.

A wet, chittering screech above you two came and, when you both looked up, there was a gigantic spider.

It moved too fast as a massive limb shot down and Leon reacted instantly, grabbing and yanking you back with him as the limb speared the ground where you had stood, concrete cracking under the force.

His hatchet came out in one smooth motion as he swung hard, blade biting deep into the creature’s limb, blue fluid bursting outward in a sick spray as it shrieked violently.

“Move,” he snapped, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him, dragging you into the nearest building as the spider lunged again, massive body slamming against the entrance, claws scraping, jaws snapping just inches from where you disappeared inside.

“Y’alright?” he asked quickly, hauling you back up before immediately pushing you toward the stairs as small spiders poured from the walls, skittering over surfaces, meant to be babies yet they were still much bigger than they should have been.

By the time you reached the top, the roof was fully broken open above and it crawled in with awful noises.

“Guess I gotta squash you.” Leon stepped forward slightly, grip tightening on his weapon as he looked up at it.

The moment that thing dragged itself fully onto the fractured rooftop, massive body cracking through concrete and steel like it weighed nothing, he was already moving, boots grinding against debris as his shoulders squared and his grip tightened around the hatchet.

The spider loomed, body obscene in scale with a swollen sheen, chitin stretched tight over a grotesquely bloated abdomen that throbbed faintly with each movement, long, jagged legs stabbing into the ground one after another with sharpness.

It emitted a high piercing shriek that cut through the air as it lunged, one massive limb slamming down where he had been but he was already gone.

Limb missing him by inches as it punched through the rooftop, debris exploding upward in a violent spray.

Leon pivoted on his heel, momentum carrying him forward as that hatchet swung in a brutal arc that connected with one of its legs.

Blue ichor burst outward in a pressurized spray, splattering across his arm, chest and side of his face as the creature recoiled with another shriek.

He ripped the hatchet free with a wet, tearing sound and ducked low as another leg swept horizontally toward him, extracting his handgun and firing repeatedly at the open mouth connected to smaller limbs.

Recoil snapping through his arms as bullets tore into the creature’s underside, targeting the softer tissue beneath its armored exterior, each impact punching wet, rupturing holes into the swollen mass.

The spider shrieked louder, body convulsing as it reared up, multiple limbs lifting at once before slamming down in a barrage of strikes that turned the rooftop into a collapsing warzone, chunks of concrete breaking apart under the assault.

Leon weaved through it, a near miss grazing his shoulder, another forcing him to roll across the ground, tight shirt scraping against rough debris as he came up on one knee, firing again at the yellowish sack the creature showed to spurt many small white copies of itself.

You watched from behind the broken remains of a collapsed wall, hands tightening around anything you could hold onto just to keep yourself grounded.

The spider adapted with its movements growing faster, limbs striking with more precision, one finally catching him and sending him skidding across the rooftop, his body hitting hard.

Your gaze snapped to the red gas can nearby, half-buried under debris, your body reacting before your mind could fully catch up, adrenaline forcing your limbs into motion as you stumbled toward it, injured arm screaming in protest as you shoved it free.

It was very heavy, hence why you just kicked it, letting the canister tip, then slid, scraping across the cracked concrete as it rolled toward him.

“Leon—!” His head snapped toward you instantly.

The second it reached him, his hand shot out, catching the handle mid-roll with perfect timing, body already twisting with the motion as he rose and fully launched it.

Muscles in his arm flexed under the strain as the heavy canister spun through the air, arcing directly toward the spider and the impact caused an explosion.

Fire erupted outward in a violent bloom, engulfing the creature in a roaring inferno as the blast staggered it, its shriek distorting into something pained as flames crawled across its body, igniting the ichor leaking from its wounds.

Leon stepped forward into the firelight, raising his Requiem and emptied its magazine, targeting the sac, that weakest point, bullets tearing through it in rapid succession.

The creature convulsed violently, its body jerking, rupturing, fluids spraying as the structure of it began to fail and it charged at him in a final, desperate lunge, massive body barreling toward him, claws within its mouth extending outward, aiming to tear him apart as the building gave way, rooftop cracking fully under the combined force, sections collapsing inward as everything began to fall.

Leon’s grip tightened on the hatchet and he swung in one clean strike, blade driving straight into the creature’s head, sinking deep, splitting through chitin and into whatever passed for its brain.

Momentum dying mid-lunge as its body froze, suspended for half a second before collapsing backward dead.

Leon yanked the hatchet free and brought it down once more for certainty, the final blow sealing it while the structure around you groaned, breaking apart completely from the constant onslaught from the oversized monstrosity.

His head snapped up to your unsteady and struggling.

“Jump!” he shouted, voice cutting through chunks of concrete collapsing along a sea of dust. “I’ll catch you!” he barked back immediately, no doubt or hesitation.

That was enough to prompt your legs to jump, fall rushing along air snaking all around until strong and solid arms wrapped around you mid-air, pulling you tight against him, bodies colliding as he absorbed the impact, grip locking around you the second gravity took both of you.

The floor vanished beneath your feet as the structure gave way, bodies dropping through multiple levels, debris crashing around you, air rushing past as his arms tightened around your frame, protective and possessive from even death itself.

The spider’s carcass absorbed the fall, cushioning the impact with a sick, wet give as you landed atop it, force dispersing through its ruined form instead of your bones.

Heavy silence followed and, when you opened your eyes slowly, you’ve found him there right beneath you.

Leon stared up at you, bulky chest rising and falling steadily despite everything, a small, almost amused smile playing at the corner of his lips, dirt and blood streaking across his face in rough lines that only made the sharpness of his features more pronounced.

One of your hand was resting right over his solid pec.

“…hey,” he murmured, voice low, threaded with something softer.

Heat rushed through you all at once from awareness of the position.

You tried to move and push yourself off him carefully, but he made the move first, much faster.

His arms came up, wrapping around your waist and pulling you back down against him as he sat up slightly, keeping you close and there enough to feel every breath.

Those dull blues eyes were focused onto you with something that burned quiet and intense beneath the surface.

“You did good, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice softer now, a rumble against your skin. “Saved me from getting turned into bug food.”

His grip tightened slightly as he pulled you closer, one hand sliding up your back enough to keep you steady.

“…it was the least I could do for everything you’ve done for me…” voice quieter, almost unsure before fading as he leaned in.

His forehead pressed against yours, contact warm and grounding as breath brushed against your lips, heart stuttering in your chest as he got closer but you didn’t pull away.

A moment about to occur that you had seen and heard about before.

Only fragments of understanding, secondhand observations from nurses thinking they were alone or whispered conversations between patients you’ve grown up seeing as your family.

Two pair of slightly chapped lips met yours, soft and tentative at first, deeply patient as his lips moved against yours with steady and controlled pressure, keeping you close.

A low sound rumbled from him as he deepened it slightly to draw you in further, your body reacting instinctively, leaning into him, uncertainty easing into something warmer that spread slowly through your chest.

Below, you could feel something pressing faintly right below your lower back, growing in side and pressure the more your lips stayed sealed.

Soon your body tense just the same as more blood began to reach lower side of your body heat rising to your face as his grip tightened in response at feeling something poking his clothed abs.

Holding you there as the kiss deepened in quiet increments until both of you finally pulled back, breath mingling, shared and uneven.

His hand came up and rested against your cheek, thumb brushing slowly across your skin while his gaze fixed on your face and something in his expression shifted.

In his head, he made a simple vow.

Anyone tries to touch you, they’re not walking away from it.

A promise that he meant to keep despite a virus in his veins threatening to end him.

He slid down from the carcass, hand never leaving yours as he pulled you aside with him outside of the station you and him had fallen into.

Bright sunlight made contact with your irises once you and he walked outside the metropolitan area of Raccoon City, guiding you into what looked to be the abandoned camp of the BSAA.

“Stay here,” he murmured once the generator rumbled back to life and the small tent got brightened by artificial light. “I’ll handle the rest.”

Time lost meaning while you waited seated on top of a desk.

It just blurred, silence settling into your bones as you sat there in that small makeshift BSAA outpost, the hum of the generator low and constant along the faint flicker of artificial light.

At first, you stayed alert, listening to every distant sound making your head tilt slightly, fingers curling faintly against the edge of the surface you sat on, eyes drifting toward the entrance more times than you could count.

But he didn’t come back as minutes turned into something longer.

The tension in your body eased because exhaustion had been waiting patiently for its moment, creeping in through your limbs and settling behind your eyes.

Your posture shifted slowly and carefully until your back rested against something solid, head tilting just slightly as your eyes closed without you realizing when it happened.

One moment you closed your eyes to rest them, the next an unknown amount of time passed before pressure from a hand on your shoulder came and reality snapped back into place.

Your eyes opened abruptly, breath catching as your body jerked slightly upright, the world coming back in pieces before seeing Leon standing in front of you.

Not a hair out of place that hadn’t already been, dirt and faint streaks of dried blood still marking his skin and clothes.

You moved before thinking, sliding off the box you had been sitting on, feet hitting the ground quickly as you stepped toward him, closing the distance almost instinctively, something in your chest easing the closer you got.

His arm came around your back the moment you were within reach, a large hand settling there to pull you in.

“Hey,” he muttered, voice low and a little rougher now.

“Came back to unlock the container…” his gaze flicked briefly toward where you had been sitting, “…and you were out.”

Humming softly in response, sound small of acknowledgement, head dipping slightly as his hand lingered at your back and he leaned down with his head, lips again sealing against yours in the same process that occurred hours ago.

With more confidence that came from the second time, your arms drifted higher on his broad shoulders while you felt one single large and gloves hand of his gently holding the back of your nape.

A warm and wet force started to apply pressure at your sealed lips and, once opening the gates and granting access, his tongue pushed in, making contact with your shy one while low noises rumbled their way inside your mouth as well.

Holding you there as the kiss deepened the longer it went until both of you pulled back, just like last time, from lack of air.

The corner of his mouth tugged upward in satisfaction when he saw the breathless and flustered look on your face before guiding you with him.

The container sat just behind the camp, metal doors already pried open revealing a motorcycle.

Leon stepped in first, swinging himself onto it with ease before tilting his head slightly in a silent gesture you understood.

Climbing on behind, legs settling on either side of the seat, body instinctively shifting forward slightly to stay balanced.

“Hold on tight,” he said, glancing back enough for his voice to reach you clearly. “Blew the gate already. Should be a straight shot… if we’re lucky.”

Your arms wrapped around his solid built beneath that thin fabric of his shirt that did nothing to hide the structure underneath, palms pressing against his abdomen as you instinctively tightened your grip, feeling the subtle tension of muscle there.

Your head lowered, resting against his back, cheek brushing faintly against the fabric, the heat of him seeping through immediately.

The engine roared loudly to life and, before you could fully brace, he moved fast.

All that sudden acceleration when the vehicle surged forward tore a gasp from your throat, arms tightening instantly around him on instinct as the world blurred past.

A throaty chuckle left the man you were holding for dear life, the vibration traveling through his chest into arms where you were pressed against him.

“Leon?” The communicator crackled as Sherry’s voice came.

“I should be there soon,” he replied, voice steady despite the speed, one hand controlling the bike.

“How’re the roads?”

You tightened your hold unconsciously as the answer became obvious, vehicle bumping repeatedly over the broken veins of what used to be a city, littered with abandoned cars, massive fractures splitting through the asphalt, entire sections collapsed inward.

Leon weaved through it all barely slowing.

At one point, the road ahead angled upward sharply and the bike hit it and launched.

For a split second there was nothing beneath you and him.

Your stomach dropped violently as your body lifted slightly with the motion, grip tightening around him to the point of near desperation, face pressing harder into his back as air rushed past before an impact came from the landing that slammed through both of you, suspension absorbing most of it but not all, your body jolting with his, force rattling through your bones.

“Just a few potholes,” Leon muttered dryly right before snarling got detected by your ears.

Giant infected wolves with mouths hanging open too wide, rows of jagged teeth exposed as they sprinted after you, tentacles bursting everywhere from their back as they gained ground with terrifying speed.

Leon angled the bike slightly, one hand shifting as he fired behind him, shots precise even at full speed, each one tearing into the creatures as they leapt.

All gradually dropping on the ground, followed soon by a missile screaming past way too close.

The explosion behind you rocked the air, heat washing over your back as Leon pushed the bike faster, avoiding the blast by inches.

Ahead, Dr. Gideon was riding his own bike, closing in while Leon was clearing the last of the wolves.

A massive hand shot out grabbing Leon by the throat.

Both bikes didn’t slow down even as they got closer, still moving at full speed as Gideon held him.

“I’m done watching you run around with what’s mine!”

Your hand moved rapidly, stabbing it into his arm hard but it didn’t do much just like last time, only earning a hiss, grip loosening just slightly as his gaze snapped toward you, eyes burning.

“Insolent brat,” he snarled. “Ungrateful for the life I gave you—”

“Don’t,” Leon rasped, voice tight under the pressure as he swung his hatchet, “talk to him like that.” Sharp metallic ending up straight into the engine of Gideon’s bike.

Oil sprayed as the machine faltered and Leon wrenched himself free before accelerating, putting distance between them before turning sharply, expression shifting cold and lethal before driving straight at him full speed, muzzle of his gun raised and flashing orange once a bullet was fired.

The shot hit exactly where the damage was and an explosion occurred through Gideon’s bike, engulfing it in fire as the force consumed everything in an instant and he fell down the ruin of the road.

Leon slowed, looking toward the wreckage.

“Should’ve worn a helmet,” he muttered.

Behind him, a breathless chuckle escaped your lips and he glanced back, a faint grin touching his lips before he focused on driving away to the coordinates he had.

Around 10 minutes later, Leon slowed the motorcycle enough for you to see a shape ahead of what used to be a massive archway, fractured and leaning, metal supports warped and exposed like broken ribs while hanging from it, barely there, were two letters.

R.P.

The rest had long since fallen, scattered somewhere in the wreckage of the city, but those two remained.

Leon slowed further not out of caution.

“…You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he muttered under his breath, voice low, almost incredulous.

The motorcycle came to a stop beneath the ruined arch, engine idling for a second longer before he killed it completely, silence settling heavy as his back and shoulders tensed under your hands.

He got off first and you followed seconds later, shoes hitting the cracked ground as your gaze lifted again to the structure ahead.

Two massive doors slightly broken, one slightly ajar as Leon stepped forward and pushed it open fully.

The sound echoed deep inside the skeleton of what had once been a police station, walls cracked but standing, debris scattered across the floor, sections of the ceiling collapsed inward while others held on by nothing more than stubborn defiance.

Light filtered in through broken windows above, cutting through dust that hung thick in the air.

Leon didn’t move immediately but just stood just inside the entrance, looking and taking it in.

There was tension in his back, posture locked like his body remembered this place even if it didn’t want to.

His gaze swept across the lobby slowly, dragging over the surprisingly intact desk, every.

Near the center there was a long sign built by letters all inside circles.

“Welcome Leon.”

It felt like a cruel joke as he stared at it without speaking.

For the first time since you had met him there was something like dread in the stillness of him.

Your hand lifted without thinking, resting gently on his shoulder.

The contact broke something as his head turned slightly, gaze shifting toward you and for a brief second those blue eyes softened.

Not saying a word but just reaching back and taking your hand, fingers wrapping around yours, squeezing once firmly before gently pulling you with him toward the right side of the station where a set of metallic bars blocked the path forward.

His grip tightened on your hand briefly before releasing it, both hands coming up to the bars as he pulled.

Metal groaned in resistance before giving in, the entire obstruction lifting with a grinding noise as he forced it upward with far less struggle than something like that should have required.

You stepped through with him, hallway beyond way darker and narrower.

“Are you alright?” you asked softly, voice echoing faintly in the confined space.

“Yeah.” He didn’t look back or slow down, answer short and flat.

Two large doors ahead that he kicked open while you stayed behind the corner.

A sound of a body hitting the ground caught your attention, head snapping further in until you saw Grace on the floor, panic surging through your chest at the sight of her collapsed on the floor.

But you didn’t make it far ad Leon’s arm shot out instantly, blocking you firmly across your chest.

There was a man in white standing near Grace’s body, hid face twisted slightly at the sight of Leon in annoyance.

Gone just as quickly by a satisfied egoistic smile once he saw Leon’s partner.

“Ah… Mr. Kennedy,” he breathed, voice smooth, almost pleased. “Nice to see you brought me one of the missing pieces I needed.”

Even behind the sunglasses you could see it a yellowish glow from his eyes.

Leon fired fast but Zeno moved unlike anything human should, body shifting rapidly from one point and reappearing another in the same instant, bullets tearing through empty space where he had been moments before.

“Sorry,” he muttered lightly, almost amused. “But I don’t have time to spare.”

The ceiling exploded, dust and debris raining down in a violent cascade as something massive crashed through from above, the impact shaking the entire structure as fragments of concrete shattered across the floor.

A towering figure in a long, grey trench coat fully rose to it’s feet, moving too fast for something that size, arm swing toward Leon who raised his hatchet to parry it, force driving him back.

The second hit sent his body into the wall with enough force to crack it, dust bursting outward as he hit.

The Tyrant didn’t acknowledge you the slightest, turning and moving toward Leon again..

The second after Zeno was right in front of you, hand wrapping around your throat instantly, grip tight, fingers digging in as he lifted and slammed you back against the wall.

Pain exploded through your back the second air was gone.

His face leaned in slightly, those glowing eyes burning through the lenses of his sunglasses as he stared directly into yours.

“Such a fascinating subject,” he murmured softly.

“LET HIM GO!” Leon roared, unrestrained wrath breaking through as he pushed himself off the wall, gun raising again despite the Tyrant advancing on him.

Shots fired that landed this time and Zeno’s arm jerked slightly but the grip didn’t loosen.

Your hand moved weakly, knife stabbing into his arm rapidly.

Same result, a faint hiss of annoyance and the grip on your throat tightened.

Vision blurring, darkness creeping in from the edges as your lungs burned.

"You need to relax."

"That's easy for you to say! You aren't the one- a-ahhh-"

The slide onto the length of him was met with a heady moan. Simmons was already twitching from nerves when you tugged up the oversized Star Trek shirt to pull off your panties. There had been a tremor when you suggested tonight activity.

Even if Simmons was new to physical intimacy he was just... so skittish. It could be his discomfort around women (which you both were working on slowly) but his nerves in regard to sex were the most damning thing. He'd barely lasted more than a few minutes the first time you spent the night in his bunk. His stamina was getting better but..

He moaned again as you rocked yourself down further, head tilting back. The long line of his pale throat was exposed and you were tempted to lean forward to sink your teeth there but decided against it as a wiggle of your hips helped the last couple of inches of sink in.

"Fuck." The exhale came roughly and Simmons was visibly holding himself back from grabbing you. You weren't much better; instead of groaning you just laughed, reaching to pull him close to kiss. The familiar taste of his mouth was welcome and the redhead relaxed into it. Making out always helped him not blow a figurative or literal gasket- but he tensed when you clenched on him. Then his hands were gripping at your thighs as he sighed through his nose.

You pulled back with a lick to your lips. The taste of his health smoothie was still on his tongue and now on yours as you smiled at him. "You doing okay honey?"

"You're- fuck, why are you always so tight?" The gripe wasn't intended to be mean. All it did was make you smile innocently as you rocked your hips a little and there it was; the moan on the border of being too loud. He always got noisy when you were on top of him like this. "I- I thought you said this was relaxing!"

"It can be! The point isn't to actually thrust. You just sit back and enjoy. If you still want to fuck me after you can but I want to do this so we can work on that self control of yours." When he exposed his neck again this time you didn't hold back. A lean in gave you access to kiss along his racing pulse point, nibbling that little area close to his ear that made the delicious length of him twitch inside you.

Simmons just needed to lay back and let you be in charge like this next time you both needed to let off steam, you decided. He was too pretty when he started blushing, sounded too good when his voice moaned your name loud enough you were sure the Blues could probably hear.

Maybe you were being a little sadistic when you gripped him by the back of his neck to whisper against his ear.

"You can hold it for me right? Be a good boy and just enjoy it."

The whine that followed made you grin as he struggled for a moment- but ultimately he just sucked in a deep breath before picking up the book he set aside when you came in. "Okay- okay! Fine! I can handle it."

"Good boy." You kissed his cheek and didn't miss the quiver of his thighs as you settled to lay on his chest comfortably.

....

You weren't sure how much time passed before you noticed how antsy he was getting.

He'd been stuck on the same page for the last ten minutes and the flush never really left his cheeks- Simmons had settled one arm around your waist but his fingers were tap tap tapping on your upper thigh where his hand rested now. When you bothered looking at his face you noticed that his singular pretty green was darting to you every so often.

"You doing okay?" You murmured, leaning in to nuzzle his neck. His entire frame stiffened under you when you did. The evil little smile on your face was so worth it as he tried clearing his throat.

"I'm fine." Liar. There was a barely there tremor to his voice as he flipped the page in his book. "Uh.. are you okay? Doing good I mean?"

"Peachy. Got my cute boyfriend nice and warm under me." The groan he let out wasn't even subtle. Simmons was a lot of things but good at hiding stuff wasn't one of them. "Do you want a break? I can pull off."

"No!" The suddenness made you jerk and he immediately got redder as a result, hands gripping onto your hips. "I-I mean no. No. I'm fine. It's great."

"You don't have to push yourself you know." hand on his cheek, a thumb rubbed under his cybernetic eye. "It's okay to need a break Dick. No one's gonna judge you for that the first time."

A tad bit of petulance colored the grumble he let out as he leaned into your hand. "I.. I know. I just want this to be good for you."

"It is good." You would be lying if it wasn't hot watching him squirm. Feeling him twitch. "If I didn't do this for a good reason I'd have ridden you stupid by now."

"You could not ride me stupid."

"Uh huh. Remind me how you were after the first time we fucked?"

Grumbling, Simmons reached for the book- but he paused and glanced at you again. You just beamed at him.

"You're sure? That you're okay?"

"Are you asking because you're at the end of your rope right now? I can move if you want."

"No." The tremble came back. "I can handle it."

You didn't believe him for a second.

Time to up the ante then.

A long exaggerated yawn left you- and there was the wide eyes as you leaned back, stretching your arms enough for the fabric of his shirt to outline your breasts underneath. The novel was entirely forgotten. His hands were branded to your hips as you smiled, rocking a little under the pretense of getting more comfortable. Except you didn't stop moving. You grinded down, angling to rub your clit against his pelvis in a way that had you moaning his name quietly.

As much fun as it was watching him squirm you didn't deny all of this had you ridiculously turned on. The grinding helped a little but if you kept it up you'd probably... just....

"Fuck!"

The yelp didn't come from you.

You watched as Simmons threw his head back, muscles jumping under his skin as he bucked his hips, fucking his already deeply seated cock as far in as it could go in this point. The real kicker was the throbbing you felt- it was all too familiar.

Simmons was- He had-

"Fuck fuck fuck-" The whining was loud as he kept jerking his hips, pressing you down while he emptied himself. Expletives were loud enough that there was a bang on the wall by his bed but you couldn't focus on that. Watching him unravel just from- you leaned in and bit over his throat, feeling the vibrations as Simmons just got noisier from the extra stimulus. "Oh my god-"

"That's right baby." You cooed it into the marks on his neck. Your hips were already rising and falling as you started working yourself to the edge as well. All he did was thrash under you minutely from the sensitivity. There was a gush of his spend coating your thighs and all that left you was a whine as you fucked yourself down faster, fingers finding your own clit. "Fuck- just like that honey- such a good boy for me-"

THE PURSUIT OF PURPOSE has taken Viktor to dark places; forcing him to tread the very thin line between mere infatuation and obsession.

“I don’t think⸻” Viktor pauses mid–sentence, silenced by the calloused pad of your index finger against his damp lips that faintly smell of sweet smoke and spicy cloves.

“That’s the problem,” You murmur in response, leaning forward so that your nose is flush against his; leaving him no time to pull away from you. “You don’t think ⸻ not about what’s important.”

His brows furrow, a crease forming between them as he lifts his gaze to yours. “… and what is that, exactly?”

The combination of the freshness of orange zest and the sweetness of creamy vanilla lingers in Viktor’s mouth, contrasting with the saltiness of your index finger as you push the digit past his lips, his teeth giving way to the warm, wet cavern.

He’d wanted this; dreamt of this scenario time and time again. He could feel his cock stir as you applied pressure to his tongue.

Then you added another finger, moving both of them in and out of his mouth for a moment longer before pulling away from him, sticking your tongue out to taste his saliva.   

Viktor made a face but ultimately decided against engaging in conversation with you. Instead, he lowered himself to his knees with the devotion of a humble believer in front of their God, fumbling with the zipper on your pants.

“You’re no good at usin’ this head of yours, aren’t ya?” It’s not a question but you say it like it is anyway as you take his chin between your thumb and index finger, forcing him to meet your gaze.

“I’m sorry,” and the apology tumbles past Viktor’s lips before he can stop it, feeling stupid beneath your intense gaze.

‘You know how to make it up to me’ ⸻ You haven’t said it, but he knows that you’re about to; knows the way your Adam’s apple shifts before sliding back into position as you swallow your saliva in anticipation of the parting of your lips in preparation to speak.

Viktor knew you in the most intimate sense of the concept of knowing another human being. He was special in that way but it was a double–edged sword to be so devoted to you so completely. In the midst of such chaos, however, was the reassurance that the two of you were meant to be.

No one loved you as he did.

Which is why he barely flinched when you began to run your fingers through his hair; unkempt and slightly damp with sweat as it was without complaint. Coaxing his head towards your now–freed cock as it stood at full mast, glistening as the angry head leaked pre–cum from its slit.

His cock was hard too, confined within his boxers that were barely hidden by his beige button–down.

“Thank you,” He’d exhaled less than a minute later, taking your cock into the palm of his hand. It had a weight to it and felt warm to the touch but he didn’t linger on the fact.

Instead, Viktor leans forward; approaching your cock in an inquisitive manner similar to the way in which he approaches his work.

A cautious lick at first, savouring the taste of your pre–cum before he gains confidence, taking the head of your cock into his mouth whilst stroking the length of it.

“Just like that,” You groan from above him, fisting his hair as every sound that slipped past his lips vibrated against your cock. “Just like I taught you now.”

He’s spurred on by your encouragement, eager to please as he takes more of you into his mouth and it’s only then that he fully recognizes the weight of your cock; how heavy it is against his tongue.

That’s when you take initiative ⸻ moving your cock in and out of his mouth as copious amounts of drool rolled down his face, gathering just above his collarbone.

You’re hitting the back of his throat moments later, his nose buried in your neatly trimmed pubes and he inhales, embracing your body’s odour.

It’s only when you’re on the brink of your orgasm that he looks up at you; his amber–coloured eyes so reminiscent of the scotch on the edge of your desk glossy and a little unfocused.

He does his best though, to maintain eye contact with you as your cock spurts ropes of cum onto his tongue before he swallows, savouring the taste.

You pull away from him once more, a satisfied smile playing on your lips as he catches his breath; his damp lashes splaying across his high cheekbones.

“Fuck⸻!” Viktor exhales sharply, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession as his thighs tremble; threatening the give out beneath his weight.

You’ve sat yourself on the edge of your bed now, leaning on the balls of your palms as he hovers over you, taking in the sight of him.

A layer of sweat covers his body like a second skin; his hair, much more dishevelled, clings to his forehead as he lowers his gaze to your cock once more.

Neither of you is fully undressed but that’s neither here nor there as you lean forward, curling your fingers around his hips before pulling him down onto your lap; his cock brushing against yours in a way that makes the both of you shiver.

It feels good so you do it again before taking both of your cocks into the palm of your hand; alternating between stroking and squeezing them.

“Look at you,”  You smirk, clicking your tongue in mock disapproval as Viktor bites down on his lower lip hard, drawing blood in his attempt to stifle any sound that’d threatened to escape him.

“You weren’t so shy when you snuck in to steal my fucking underwear, were you princess?” You continue, taking advantage of the way he gasps to force your fingers back into his mouth.

It’s so cruel, really, the way his body betrays him amid all of this ⸻ the way his lips close around your fingers, desperately sucking on them even as you both tumble over the edge of an orgasm.

Your cock is thoroughly covered in a combination of both pre–cum and cum from both of you by the time you’ve aligned your cock with his entrance.

He feels it, vaguely, the sting of your penetration. It hurts but he’s unable to focus on any one thing for any length of time beyond the constant stream of ‘you’. He’s finally had you; mind, body, and soul.

The aforementioned sting soon gives way to insurmountable pleasure as you begin to thrust into him, grazing his prostate. A combination of pain and pleasure that could only be described as a masochist’s fantasy.

His gummy inner walls clench around your slick cock, seemingly intent on never letting you go just as he’d imagined it; completely and utterly obscene.

“Fu⸻ckin’…!” You grunt, the sound rough and coaxing the hairs on his nape to stand on end as you curl  your fingers in his mouth, “milkin’ me, baby?”

Viktor, however, merely whimpers in response; tears rolling down his face in tandem with his saliva.

 He’s stretched thin, so to speak. His mind struggles to keep up with his body as you bully his prostate, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of his weeping cock.

Then you pull away, cum shooting out of your spent cock and landing on his pretty little hole as it quivers around nothing.