#possessive!leon

Leon needs to thank Sherry for pulling some strings on his behalf.

After finishing his mission in Macedonia, he decided to take a short trip to Romania, to surprise his husband. He hopped on the first commercial flight available. He was very eager to see Chris.

They spent last two months missing each other. Chris was busy with relocating Winters couple to the new safe-house and Leon had no time to spare with DSO sending him from one part of the world to the other. Leon doesn't remember the last time his passport was so heavily used.

Which grinds on his gears, because he would rather spend his free time in the embrace of his husband, than fighting another mad scientist convinced of his greatness in improving human race. Same grandiose delusions, different scientist.

Throughout their relationship, they'd spent half of their time away from each other due to the specification of their work. But this time their separation was especially hard on them, because they were barley a year into their marriage. Not even, actually. Their first anniversary will be next month. If they make it that far. Leon would love to able to enjoy his honeymoon faze of his marriage, but his and Chris' work always threw a wrench into their plans.

That's why, Leon said 'fuck it' and decide to visit Chris. He will spend next three, full days with his husband no matter what. Even if he has to slaughter half of a city's worth of zombies.

His private chauffeur provided by BSAA (and clever manipulation by Sherry) stops in front of small house, hoards of different agents hard at work hard on setting the building up for it's new residents.

Leon steps out from the car and puts on the sunglasses, the intense sunlight breaking through the fluffy clouds of the blue sky. He takes in his surrounding, admiring the flora of the Romanian country side. It's cute. But this is not what he is here for.

One of the agents must have recognize him, because the man has no problems addressing him. "Hello, Agent Kennedy. If you're looking for Captain Redfield, you will find him at the back of the house, in the garden."

"Thanks" Leon replies. One thing less to worry about.

He makes his way around the house, stepping behind the fencing and situating himself in the corner of the garden, under the shade of sprawling tree, to have a good vantage point to look for Chris.

He doesn't need to look for long. He finds him at the opposite side of the yard, smiling and talking to a man Leon doesn't recognize.

And it sours Leon's mood.

Because he was expecting a happy reunion with his dear husband, but it seems that he will have to establish a claim over his man.

There is one thing about Chris that is Leon's blessing and a curse.

Chris has a very specific type.

Lean bodies, slightly muscular. Men that are brave, inteligent, resilient, capable of holding their own in a fight, stubborn and witty.

And blond.

Chris loves his blonds.

Chris almost automatically notices any blond man in his vicinity. His attraction to blonds is like a magnetic pull. It probably started early on in his teenager years, but it definitely solidified with Albert Wesker.

His husband had confessed to Leon, that he had had crush on his captain during his S.T.A.R.S. days. That he admired his strict disposition, sometimes broken by a witty comment and barely there smirk. That Chris had been in awe of how elegantly and swiftly Wesker moved in combat, handling the handgun with precision and steady accuracy.

The more Leon listened to his husband, then boyfriend, the more parallels he could see between himself and Wesker. It brought some uncomfortable feelings in Leon, realizing that he shared some similarities with super-villain well known in the bio-terrorism circles.

But it helped understanding Chris' preferences.

Jill and Claire liked to make jokes at his expanse that he should keep Chris on tight leash, otherwise he might fall for the first blond he sees.

He'd always disregard them, but looking at the situation in front of him, there might be some truth in all that jokes.

Leon thinks that the distance between two men is not big enough. And he really does not appreciate that hand resting on Chris' bicep.

Leon measures his opponent. The man cannot be taller than 5'11, so he's exactly the same height as Leon. Casual wear probably hides some muscle. He can't see details of the man's face because the distance is too big, but Leon's sure he can't be bad looking, if Chris is so enthusiastically talking with him.

Leon really doesn't want to admit to himself what he's feeling right now, because it goes against his believes of himself. He was so sure that he would never have to feel insecure in his relationship with Chris. He's a skilled man with years of combat experience that shaped his body. He takes a good care of his hair and face and he's sure that he can be stylish, even with the standard-issued tactical gear.

So why does he compares himself to this average looking man? Better question yet, why does he feel inadequate?

His musings are interrupted as Leon senses a presence next to him and stands up straighter.

"I wouldn't worry about it." woman's voice pulls his attention to her.

Leon takes a look from behind his glasses at woman next to him.

She's a head smaller than him, her free-falling, black hair are highly contrasting with her pale skin and her right hand adorned with gold ring is resting calmly on her pregnant belly. Her blue eyes are starring at the same scene that Leon was a minute ago.

"Even though from here, it looks at more than friendly encounter, I know my husband's feelings." she alludes to the man standing next to Chris.

Her words should put Leon at ease. But they have a completely different effect. He feels unsettled. Like she has an upper hand in this exchange. Like she knows more than she lets on.

"Don't you know your husband's?" she tilts her head in his direction, her blue eyes coldly assessing him. "Wouldn't take you for the jealous type. But everyone is wrong from time to time."

Shiver runs down Leon's spine. He's surprised that this seemingly gentle woman poses as a threat in his head. She definitely knows more about him and Leon doesn't like that. It feels like the ground is slipping from underneath him. Her knowledge is her advantage and Leon doesn't know how to level their playing field.

Before he can say anything, she turns towards the house and leaves him with "Nice to meet you, Leon S. Kennedy."

Leon stares at her back, trying to subside the creepy feeling settling in his gut.

This is not what he expected, when he got to Romania.

Creepy women aside, Leon still has to swallow his jealousy and go get his man. Because he deserves some respite with his husband. And he will get it!

Leon makes his way across the garden, trying not to bring any attention to himself. The surprise element is still important in catching Chris of guard. So he sneaks behind him, expertly maneuvering as to not alert the other man that stands next to Chris.

When he finally is close enough, Leon asks. "What does a guy has to do to get a kiss?"

"Leon!" Chris exclaims enthusiastically as he turns in his direction. He doesn't hesitate embracing his husband and picking him up to twirl him in the air. Before Leon can catch his breath, thrilled at Chris' attention being fully on him, he is smothered in kisses, last one landing on his lips and taking away air from his lungs. Yes, this is more what Leon hoped to be the reaction at his unexpected appearance.

"Hey handsome, happy to see me?" Leon asks, after Chris lets him stand on his own two feet. He puts his sunglasses on the top of his head, making sure they won't bother him.

"Immensely." Chris smiles at him and caresses his stubbled cheek.

"Such a big words coming from you. Have been taking all your vitamins, huh?" Leon jokes. His husband is an inteligent man, but sometimes his straightforwardness is taken as a sign of lack of wit. Chris allows for jokes like that between them, because they both know how ridiculous they are.

"Shut up." And to make sure Leon's quiet, Chris silences him with another kiss. It seems that Chris missed him just as much as Leon did, and his affectionate behavior is the best evidence.

"What are you doing here?" Chris inquires, his hands not leaving Leon for a second. Just travelling from his face, to hair, to shoulders, to arms. Squeezing, caressing, unable to stop touching. Warm feeling of satisfaction makes home in Leon's chest.

"Can't I just want to visit my husband at work?" Leon teases.

"Usually when we meet at work, the hoard of zombies is right at our heels. You're not bringing any with you, are you?" Chris squeezes his hand, his eyes scanning his figure for any new scratches or wounds.

Before Leon can answer, another voice pipes in "Better not, we just got here."

Leon completely forgot about the third wheel standing next to them in his elation at seeing his husband. And now, he also remembers why he was in foul mood just a few minutes ago.

"Right, sorry." Chris says sheepishly, his ears turning pink from embarrassment. "Leon, this is Ethan Winters. Ethan, this Leon S. Kennedy, my husband." he introduces two men.

Ethan doesn't hesitate in extending his right hand for the handshake. Leon doesn't leave the other man hanging and grasps his hand. He might be putting a little bit more pressure into it than necessary, but he can't be blamed for that. The irrational thought that the man in front of him can be his competition is still swirling in his head.

"Good to finally put the face to the name." Ethan says in a friendly tone.

"Likewise." Leon responses.

Chris talked a lot about the Winters after the Baker incident. Chris has clearly been impressed by Ethan's resilience and even wanted to invite the couple to their weeding, but wasn't allowed due to BSAA keeping watchful eyes on their new subjects.

"So new house, huh?" Leon tries to keep the conversation going, not wanting to leave space for awkward silence.

"Let's hope we can stick with this one for longer than three months. All this moving is not good for Mia." Ethan explains, playing with his wedding ring.

Mia must be the woman Leon met earlier. He hopes that he won't have to encounter that woman again.

"Told you that we have good leads and we're close to cracking your case. Soon enough you'll be able to fully enjoy fatherhood." Chris claps Ethan on his back in reassurance. Leon definitely doesn't like that his husband's hands somehow made their way to the other man.

"Let's hope." Ethan sighs.

"Ethan, can you come here and help me?" Mia yells from her spot on the back porch. Leon is very thankful for her intervention. He doesn't know how long he would have kept friendly facade. Ethan seems like a good enough guy and maybe he would like him, but right now, his feelings of jealousy are robbing him of any courtesy.

"Sorry for cutting it short, but I'm needed somewhere else." Ethan smiles apologetically. "And you know, happy wife, happy life!"

"More like happy spouse, happy house!" Chris says to Ethan's retreating back. When he looks at Leon, he asks "What?"

"Nothing. Is there a more secluded place?" Leon hopes that there is place somewhere that doesn't swarm with BSAA agents.

"Come." Chris takes him by his hand and drags him away, in the direction of the barn, located the farthest from the main house.

"You always find the most romantic of places" Leon remarks sarcastically as they step inside and Chris closes the doors behind them.

He takes a look around, noticing that the space has been converted from it's 'true' purpose into a garage. There is a lot of a machinery and not enough of flat space for what Leon has in mind. Wall will have to do.

His inspection is interrupted when Chris' arms envelope him from behind. He can feel his husband's nose tracing his way up his neck, just before Chris places soft kiss under Leon's ear.

"I missed you." Chris whispers and Leon shivers from the hot air brushing the shell of his ear.

"I missed you more." Leon teases, wishing that Chris' hands would slide under his compression shirt, so he could feel their warmth directly on his skin.

"Clearly." Chris says without hesitation, changing their position, so now they face each other. There is mischievous glint in Chris' blue eyes as he slides Leon's hair behind his ears, knocking his sunglasses to the ground, to have a better look at his face.

"Otherwise you wouldn't guard me like a fucking dog." He whispers, getting closer to Leon's face with every word, finishing it with a nip to a dimple on Leon's chin, their stubbles scratching against one another.

Leon eyes widen in surprise and his mind stops him in his tracks, trying to understand what Chris is implying, while the other man works on unzipping his pants to put his hands around Leon's firm ass.

"You think I didn't see how you approached Ethan?" Chris leaves small kisses all around Leon's face, while his hands roam under his belt.

"How you measured him up, as he would be a threat?" he sucked at the skin in the junction of Leon's neck and shoulder, moving the material of the shirt to reach that spot.

"Like he was your competition?" Chris does something to Leon's pants, taking advantage of distracting his husband. Before he knows it, Leon his naked from waist down, his thighs wrapped around Chris' hips and his back slammed on the wall near the barn's door.

Leon tries to catch his breath from the quickness of the events, but is denied it, with Chris smashing their lips together in deep and passionate kiss. Leon has no other option, than to wrap his arms around his husbands massive shoulders, tangling his fingers in his short hair and enjoying the desire running down his spine.

He loves being manhandled by Chris. Leon is not a small man, so it turns him on immensely, when Chris, his sweet, tender, built-like-a-brick-house husband, picks him up like he weights nothing and does to him whatever he desires. Either to bent him over the nearest flat surface and fill him with his thick, rock-hard cock or lifts him up, Leon's knees in the crooks of his elbow, stuffing him to the brim, using Leon like his own personal cock-sleeve. Either way, Leon is always satisfied.

"Baby, you thought I wouldn't notice jealousy dripping from you?" Chris says as they catch their breaths after intense make-out session.

"I love it, when you get like that. All territorial and possessive." Leon can feel one of his husband's hands squeezing his ass cheek, while the other travels to his dick and squeezes the hard length at the base.

Chris slides his body closer to Leon, pushing him harder into the wooden wall. Leon can also finally feel Chris' cock, rubbing next to his, only the material of Chris's pants separating them from each other.

Leon can't help himself and whimpers at the friction, too turned on by the dirty talk to speak himself. He's at Chris' mercy and loves every single moment of it.

"Was it because Ethan's blond? Chris distracts him with the bite to his pec over the shirt. He doesn't even notice that the hand that was playing with his cock disappeared. Even the click of the lube bottle, goes over his head, when Chris sucks at his nipple, ripping moan from his throat. Leon is very glad right about now, that the barn is nowhere near close to the house. He can't be bothered to be quiet. Not now, when he finally has his husband's attention completely focused on him.

"Why would I want somebody else, when I have such a beautiful prize?" Chris smirks at him, just as he feels two wet fingers probing at his rim.

Leon chokes on his breath, as Chris' fingers slide in, providing delicious friction inside him. His cock weeps from the pleasure, precum dripping down to his balls.

Chris knows exactly what he's doing. His fingers work in a practiced manner, scissoring and stroking just the way Leon loves, sending shocks of ecstasy and desire through his body.

"Should I stuff you full of my hard cock?" Chris teases him, while slipping third finger up his wet hole.

"Yes, please, yes, baby!" Leon almost howl. He's so hot and feels wonderful. Those thick fingers spreading him so good, that sparks travel through his nerves, bliss short circuiting his brain.

"You want it that bad?" he can feel fingers leaving his hole, emptiness there irritating Leon.

"Fuck yes! Fuck me hard!"

"Want to be my cockslut so bad?" He can hear Chris working on his clothes. Next second, he can feel the head of his dick at his own entrance.

"Yes, baby! I just want to be yours!" Leon whimpers, as he feels Chris' thick cock sliding into him, inch after delicious inch. Leon almost drools as Chris sets up a quick pace, none of them having patience for slow love-making. This is going to be fast, hard, raw fuck to satisfy their bodies and reassure them of their devotion towards each other.

Leon feels cock-drunk, his mind hazy with pleasure of his husband fucking him so well, his dick sliding in and out of him in quick and hard thrusts. Chris's gaze is intensely focused on his face, while he bounces Leon against the wall.

Leon can't help himself and moans "You're mine. Only mine!" Feeling of jealousy rearing it's ugly head as Chris rubs his prostate with every thrust.

"Yes, baby, just yours. No one else's!" Chris reassures him, intensity in his blue eyes hammering the point in Leon's head.

"Mine!" Leon growls as climax hits him, his cock dripping between their bodies.

"Yours!" Chris is echoing Leon's sentiment, few more thrusts and Leon is filled with Chris' cum, warmth spreading inside him with every twitch of his husband's glorious dick. Leon loves being stuffed to the brim with Chris' cum. One of the things he lives for. Being Chris' cum dumpster.

Chris leans on him harder, both trying to catch their breaths as the shocks after their orgasms travel through their bodies.

Leon's hands lay limply around Chris' shoulders, while his husband is shifting Leon's sweaty hair from his face. They pepper each other with soft kisses, slowly going down from their climaxes.

"Leon?" Chris breaks the silence between them.

"Hmm?"

"You know that I wouldn't cheat on you, right?" Chris's eyes are full of love, devotion, tenderness but also worry.

"Oh baby, of course, I know!" Leon answers as he scratches softly at Chris' nape. "I think..." he takes a deep breath, "I think that our long separation brought out some unwanted feelings. I just missed you so much." Leon smiles at his husband.

"Good." Chris snuggles into him, his head resting under Leon's chin.

They stay like that for way too long, because Leon's legs start to spasm for being too long around Chris' waist.

Before they separate to clean themselves, Chris murmurs under his nose. "Maybe I should get you jealous more often?"

"What did you say?" Leon squints his eyes at him.