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A few months after the Shanghai mission, Leon still suffers from the mental strain of the mission. He wakes up in a cold sweat remembering Jason, or the thing that used to be Jason. The fear in Claire’s eyes still haunts him, he never remembered his thoughts and fears from the missions but the innocent bystanders he would never forget. He could still remember the victims of every mission he had been on… Martin, Luis, Krauser, Shen Mei, and Jason. Everything in the Shanghai mission was too close, he couldn't keep everyone safe, he failed.
Leon was out for a walk to clear his head as he normally did after his worst nightmares. The autumn wind was blowing slightly and helped him cool off. He was just rounding the corner to get back to his street when a nearby car backfired. To most people, this would make them jump, and then they would laugh it off but for Leon, he was forced into a fight or flight response and sprinted the rest of the way home extremely paranoid about the mission that he must be in the middle of. As far as PTSD episodes Leon was no stranger to the paranoia and fear but that didn’t mean that he was good at coping with the episodes. After searching the perimeter of his house, knife out, he went inside. When the door was securely locked and blockaded, he slowly slid down the door until he rested his forehead on his knees. He lost track of time like he always did in this state and eventually made his way to the couch by way of the kitchen to make himself a drink, unable to make it to the bedroom. He drifted in and out of sleep, startled by every noise or movement. He spent several days in this fashion only getting up to fix himself a drink until he eventually calmed himself down enough to check his phone. He has gotten several reminder emails about the party that he was required to attend. When he double-checked the date, he realized that the party was in 3 hours. He hadn’t realized that party was that night because he had lost track of time, he thought to himself sarcastically, “time flies when you're having fun.”
About an hour before the party. he started picking out clothes to wear. He had a pair of his black skinny jeans and boots on but couldn’t decide whether he wanted to wear a red or a blue button-up. He inevitably decided to wear the blue one even though he felt like he wore it all the time. He loved that shirt and how it complimented his figure. He went to the kitchen and grabbed himself a shot of tequila to calm his nerves. As he was walking out of the door he put on his leather jacket because he was freezing despite it not being very cold outside. As he drove to the venue he realized that he couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten. This wasn’t uncommon but normally he didn’t forget to eat he just chose not to. He didn’t like the way the food weighed on his stomach. By the time he got to the party, he was in full panic mode about what he would be forced to eat. He left his car checking himself in the big windows on the front of the venue noticing that he looked thin, noting that he needed to work on his build when he got home. He hated when he looked frail and helpless. He made it to his table and sat down noticing that the starter for the meal was a salad and turned his nose up. The sheen on the lettuce implied that there was a vinaigrette smothering the salad. Vinaigrette had about 50 calories per 2 tablespoons and judging by the size of the bowl there were approximately 4 tablespoons. So for the whole salad, it would be around 150 calories for each bowl. Leon was mortified by this calculation. 150 calories was so much seeing that he couldn’t possibly burn that amount off with his low energy levels. He looked around hoping to see what the main course would be. He slightly panicked when he saw that it was lamb chops with mashed potatoes and peas which was another 650 calories. He decided that he would pick at the food so no one would say anything but not actually eat any of it. The wine was a different story. He polished off 3 glasses before the end of the meal. He couldn’t risk that amount of calories in one meal. While he was obsessing over numbers Chris Redfield sat down to the right of Leon truly happy to see him. Chris realized that he was deep in thought so he called his name before he could startle Leon with his presence. Leon snapped to attention and smiled to appease Chris. They talked on and off throughout the dinner, Chris feasting on the meal while Leon only played with his. By the time the main course was about to be finished. Chris noticed that Leon wasn’t eating and asked him why expecting him to just be picky about food. Instead, Leon got defensive saying that he didn’t have to eat if he didn’t want to, quickly stood and stalked toward the door. Chris sat in a stupor trying to understand what he did to make Leon mad until he finally decided to leave. He didn’t want to sit through a dinner without someone to talk to and Leon was the only person that he wanted to talk to. So he walked out trying not to draw attention to himself which was much harder because of his build. He ended up being stopped by a few coworkers so by the time he made it to the parking lot Leon was gone. He was extremely concerned so he started looking through his phone trying to remember Leon’s address. He eventually found it after some snooping through his government files and quickly got into the car to go check on him.
When he arrived at Leon’s house, he knocked a few times before giving up and picking the lock. He thought if Leon was allowed to break into his house he should be able to break into his. As the door opened, Chris found him on the couch staring blankly out the window. Chris closes the door back and goes up behind Leon, reaches to tap him, thinks better of it, and calls his name instead. Leon jumped up and faced Chris in a loose fighting stance, tossing the glass of scotch. Chris backs up immediately and apologizes, he distinctly remembers that Leon was impossible to sneak up on and had even commented that Chris’ stealth was for shit. Leon starts cursing at him, informing him that it was illegal to break into other people’s houses and to leave him alone. Chris tries to explain his reason for coming but eventually gives up when Leon gives him a cold shoulder. He walked back out of the house, apologizing again, and drove to his house embarrassed about the entire night.
After Chris leaves, Leon feels horrible about everything that he had said to Chris throughout the entire evening. He didn’t want to make Chris blame himself but he didn’t have a choice. Leon couldn't eat, there was no way around it. It didn’t matter if he was starving and would love nothing more than to make himself some breakfast, it just wasn’t possible. Leon lounged on the couch scrolling mindlessly through the channels on the TV, retaining nothing. He eventually fell asleep just to wake up and continue flipping through channels. He later stopped on the food network. It had everything he wanted. There were high-calorie cakes and cookies that he hadn’t been allowed to eat in years and big portions of meat and potatoes to which he would never be able to burn off all the calories. It was perfect. The judges looked so happy. He switched to watching eating competitions on YoutTube once he got bored of cooking shows. He couldn’t get over the fact that these people could eat so much without saying anything about the workout that they would have to do later. He curled into himself as tightly as he could while downing the rest of the brandy. He had found years ago that the more weight on his stomach, the less he could feel the hunger pains. The hunger pains would eventually subside until then Leon was just constantly in pain.
He went to the kitchen countless times only to return to his spot on the couch with a refill of whatever drink was the closest. When he was eventually allowed to get food he grabbed a pack of crackers, 70 calories, and sat down at the table. He stared at the crackers for a while trying to force himself to open the package and take a bite. He got out the first cracker and held it to his lips but he couldn't make his mouth open. He knew he had to eat and felt stupid and helpless that he couldn’t do it. He made himself take the first bite, it was so good. The salt and the butter on the crackers tingled in his mouth. He ached for more, he clicked on a random YouTube video and zoned out until the small pack of crackers was gone. He felt so sick and full that he went and laid down on the couch. He felt so guilty, why had he eaten the whole pack of crackers? That was 70 calories. He didn’t deserve the calories, he would look better and more attractive if he hadn’t eaten the crackers. He knew he needed to lose weight. He saw the stares and glances toward him from everyone around him. They must be thinking about how much weight he had gained, it was the only explanation. He then had to get off the couch and do a small workout to burn the calories that he had taken in. This was his pattern for several days. At some point he texted Claire telling her goodbye. He knew he needed help more than anything, but he was cornered by his own insecurities. He couldn’t ask for help without putting the burden on someone else and making them feel worse but he also knew that he wouldn’t live much longer if he didn’t seek help. The message was supposed to say something along the lines of, “You’ve been a really good friend, like the sister I always wanted. Thank you for everything that you’ve done”. The only problem was that Leon wasn’t feeling well and his text message was incoherent.
Claire, after receiving the text, called Chris to tell him to go check on Leon. She feared that he was drinking again and asked if her brother would just drop by to make sure he was okay. Claire always felt bad that everything seemed to happen to Leon when she was out of the country on a mission. Claire hoped and prayed to any God that would listen that Leon would be alive when she got back to The States. She would kill him if he had done anything stupid, but she was very familiar with the pattern of depression that Leon tended to follow. She had gotten countless goodbye texts over the years and he had tried many times to cut her out of his life saying, “it was better off this way” or ”it would be easier without me”. She had rarely been in the country when this situation arose and she either called him and made him talk to her until he sounded in a better headspace or called Chris. Chris didn’t seem to mind checking on Leon but Claire hated to bother him. He had just gotten off his last mission about 2 weeks before, he deserved the rest but Leon was so important to her. Chris answered on the second ring like he always did and said that he would go check on him immediately. Claire didn’t realize it until much later but it was 3 am for Chris.
Chris showed up at Leon's door a few minutes after he hung up with Claire. He was just as concerned about Leon as Claire was even though he chalked it up to just wanting to help Clarie. He knocked a few times and heard a crash from inside the house. He had to stop himself from breaking down the door and calmed himself enough to quickly pick the lock. He slung open the door not caring if it hit the wall and left a mark. He saw Leon falling as if in slow motion a few feet from the door, a broken lamp close beside him. Chris lunged toward Leon catching him by the shoulders before his head hit the floor. He cradled him in his lap while he called 911 and gently pushed the hair out of his eyes. He got a small blanket that he could reach off the back of the couch and carefully covered Leon. He looked so frail and empty. Chris checked his pulse countless times in the time that it took the ambulance to show up. He couldn’t shake the feeling that if he couldn’t feel his pulse underneath his fingertips he could have believed that he was holding a corpse.
Once the ambulance arrived, Chris cradled Leon in his arms and ran towards the paramedics, barely jostling the still unconscious form in his arms. He noted how light Leon was, thinking that he has held children that weighed more. He told the paramedics everything he knew about Leon’s medical history which wasn’t much and then told them how he had found him. The paramedics took Leon from him and laid him on the stretcher telling Chris that they would take it from there. Chris, not thinking about the implication or caring, quickly informed the paramedics that he would be going with them because he wasn’t letting Leon out of his sight. On the way to the hospital, Chris never took his eyes off Leon, analyzing his every feature. At some point in the ride, he must have started holding Leon’s hand because he dropped it once they arrived at the hospital. Leon was rushed into the ER and quickly triaged by the first doctor. They started him on an IV drip and stuck a tube in his nose, informing Chris that it would take about 24 hours before it was finished. Chris didn’t leave Leon’s bedside and dozed on and off throughout the night. The next day, Chris woke up, feeling as if he was in a fever dream, to Leon stirring. He jumped from his chair and asked how he was feeling. Leon started freaking out once he realized that he was in the hospital and that there were tubes in both his arm and nose. He started struggling, almost succeeding in pulling the nasogastric tube out of his nose before Chris practically laid over him to restrain him yelling for help. A few nurses came running in and gave Leon a small sedative to calm him down.
Leon was kept slightly sedated until the nasogastric tube and the IV drip were finished and removed. Once he woke up, the doctor came in and told him that he was severely malnourished when he’d arrived. They continued by telling him that they had given him a 24-hour nutrition IV drip and fluids and asked what happened before arriving at the hospital. Leon looked extremely uncomfortable as he told the doctor that he must have forgotten to eat since he was a government agent and thus very busy. Leon laughed to himself about this joke later, thinking that it was the only useful part of being a government agent. The doctor said that Leon would be released in about an hour and pulled Chris aside to tell him that with the level of malnutrition that Leon presented in the ER with he would have had to “forgotten” to eat for about a week providing that he drank water. Chris was given a pamphlet containing a little information on eating disorders and was allowed to take Leon back to his house.
On the way back to Leon’s house Chris tries to think of a way to help Leon. He wants to sit Leon down and take away all the pain and the lies that must be running through his head, why else would a thin man like Leon starve himself? He would make heads roll if he ever found the person that caused Leon this much pain. He thought through the short pamphlet, trying to come up with a game plan. By the time they reached Leon’s house, Chris chastised himself for wasting time when he could have been talking to Leon about worrying about the future. He helped Leon out of the car and into the house even though Leon said he was fine. Leon sat on the couch while Chris went into the kitchen and started making a quick dinner. Chris walked back into the living room with a plate of food and found Leon sound asleep. He tried to wake him up but Leon groggily shooed him away. He left the dinner in the refrigerator wrapped in tin foil, then left Leon a note by the couch telling him both about the food and to call him when he woke up with his phone number at the bottom. Chris quietly walked out of the house locking it as he left.
Leon wakes up feeling extremely groggy and feels like he had been run over by a truck. He slowly gets up from the couch and stretches. As the events of the day before come back to him, he starts to spiral. He had been tubed in the past, he knew that there were approximately 2,000 calories in the 24-hour drip and pondered how he was going to burn 2,000 calories off when he already felt like shit. He laid on the ground and started doing sit-ups. Hundreds of situps only stopped to put a blanket down on the floor to help his aching back adjust. When he couldn’t do any more situps he started the push-ups. He never kept track of the reps in his workouts, he just went off of his feelings. Most of the time by the time he felt satisfied with a workout he was well into a calorie deficit. This time was bad. He had been struggling on and off with eating for years, it came with the trade; the government didn’t feed him and so he just didn’t have the time. Nothing else needed to be said, Leon just brushed it off as his funny thing with eating or lack thereof.
By this time Chris was starting to get extremely worried after not hearing from Leon in about 36 hours. He decided that he would just go to his house to check on him, just a brief visit. When Chris arrived he didn’t bother to knock and just let himself in by picking the lock, again . When he walked into the living room he found Leon panting on the couch hunched over with his head in his hands. He rushed over and before he could think about his actions sat down beside Leon and wrapped him in a hug. Leon flinched away at first not used to close contact but eventually settled into it. Chris asked over and over again what happened and what was wrong but Leon just curled into Chris silently. Chris was reeling from the close contact with Leon and couldn’t help but notice how pretty Leon looked with his hair unfixed, dressed in an oversized shirt and booty shorts. He didn’t realize how long it had been since he had someone this close to him. It felt so nice. Eventually, Chris said that he wasn’t going to leave until Leon told him what was wrong and how he could help. Leon, not wanting to move from his position against Chris’ warm body, mumbled against his chest that he needs to continue working out to burn off the excess calories but was running low on energy. Chris is dumbfounded, not remembering Leon to be much of a working-out kind of guy, he asked Leon what calories he was trying to burn off expecting him to say that he had a big lunch or something. Leon quietly mumbled that he was trying to burn off the calories from being tubed, barely loud enough for Chris to hear. Chris informs Leon that he needed those calories because he had “forgotten” to eat and informs him that he has nothing to be ashamed of because he was beautiful. Chris watches Leon go through a series of emotions trying to process Chris’ words. Chris continued saying that many people had eating disorders and he shouldn’t be ashamed about getting help, he then offered to do anything he could to help. Leon snapped to attention at the words eating disorder, confusion flitting across his face. Leon tried to explain that he didn’t have an eating disorder and that he just forgot to eat sometimes. Chris wrapped his tighter into the hug and said that he wouldn’t use the words if Leon didn’t want him to, but he needed help. Leon sulked against Chris indignantly until the words sank in and Leon was presented with a slide show of flashbacks to the last few years and the battles with eating that he had endured. He slowly came to terms with the fact that he not only had an eating disorder but also needed help before he died and let everyone around him down. The victims flashed through his head again. He had to fight this, he wanted to be better. He unfurled himself from Chris’ side and told him that he would love help but he didn’t know how. He told him that he wanted to be as far away from doctors as possible and couldn’t stand to live through another therapist. Chris promised that he wouldn’t force him to do anything that he didn’t want to do as long as he did his best to get better. Chris hadn’t realized how bad Leon was but at least it wasn’t the infamous alcohol that Claire had told him so much about.
Over the next few days, Chris left maybe once. He made three meals a day and sat with Leon and encouraged him the best he could. Leon did the best he could but felt like he was failing Chris every time he wasn’t able to eat his food or felt the obligation to exercise. Chris stopped him from exercising multiple times by picking him up and cradling him until he calmed down. Leon went to the bathroom after Chris made him a big meal feeling like shit. He had never considered making himself throw up before but he wasn’t allowed to exercise and he had eaten so much. If so many people threw up to get rid of the calories, why couldn’t he? He seemed to be doing better and Chris was thrilled but he began to notice that while Leon was eating more at dinner and seeming to have fewer problems he would disappear to the bathroom only minutes after finishing his meal. Chris followed him out of curiosity and heard Leon gagging from the bathroom. Chris knocked on the door as he entered the bathroom. He didn’t ask anything of Leon and just slowly picked him up and carried him back to the couch laying him down. He left only to grab him some water. He pulled Leon into his lap and let him relax and sleep. They stayed that way until the morning.
Leon woke up and stirred Chris as a result. Chris moved to give him more room but seemed to jar awake more after looking at Leon’s face. Leon looked to be in pain or shock. Chris didn’t know what to do but would do anything to make Leon happy again. Leon leaned in closer and told him how sorry he was and how much he hated himself for letting Chris down. Chris immediately told him that he was perfect just the way he was and that he didn’t let him down in the slightest.
Leon pushed himself to try to make himself gain weight and keep all the calories he consumed. Chris was proud of him. He could tell by the way he smiled at him while eating. Leon was improving day by day. The scale kept going up and Leon kept feeling down. Chris was happy for Leon but could see that he wasn’t happy. He tried everything to make him smile from taking him out for a walk to getting some fresh air to let him cuddle with him all day long. Eventually, Chris felt that he had overstayed his welcome and left Leon, promising to check on him every so often. As he leaves the house he can’t get rid of the feeling that something is wrong and that Leon needs him. So before he had even unpacked his duffle and sat down, he was back in the car on the way back to Leon’s house. He used a key that he had made while he was staying there to get in and called into the house for Leon. When he didn’t get an answer he ran from room to room trying to find him, not stopping until he was holding Leon in his arms on the floor of the bathroom. Leon had passed out again and Chris was waiting quite impatiently for the ambulance to arrive. He didn’t even talk to the paramedics when they arrived, just carefully laid Leon on the stretcher and joined them in the back. On the way to the hospital, Chris gave them a much more detailed medical history than the last time and said that he had left less than an hour ago after Leon had eaten breakfast.
Leon was wheeled into the emergency room for the second time in such a short time frame. The doctor informed Chris that Leon wasn’t that malnourished but his throat was very raw. He said that it looked like Leon had gotten sick after eating too much. Chris took him home after he was released. Leon wouldn’t let Chris get but a few inches from him before he called him to come back. Chris appeared beside the bed but Leon won’t let go, so against his better judgment he lays with Leon on his bed and lets him curl up into his chest. He strokes Leon’s hair until he starts snoring and vows to never let anything happen to the perfect man in his arms.
He never wanted to make Leon feel that way about himself again. They both promised to communicate more about what they needed. Chris wouldn’t put pressure on Leon to eat and Leon would do what he could and wanted to try to get better. Chris would figure out how to help him, the right way this time. He wouldn’t hurt Leon as he did before, and he would never forgive himself for putting Leon in the hospital for the second time. Chris would always blame himself and would never think anything bad about Leon because in his eyes he was perfect. He didn't know how or when it happened but the more he thought about Leon the more he fell in love with him. Leon felt like home to him, a place to rest, a place to feel safe, a place to feel needed. After Leon was deeply asleep, Chris extricated himself from Leon and went to the living room. He opened his laptop and started looking up information on eating disorders. He looked at everything that looked official including the DSM-5 and the National Institute of Mental Health. After obsessing over the DSM-5, Chris unofficially diagnosed Leon with Severe anorexia nervosa. Severe anorexia nervosa restricting type is defined by the DSM-5 as:
- Restriction of food leading to a low body weight
- Fear of gaining weight or getting bigger despite a low weight
- Low self esteem and misperception of the body or continued disregard about the seriousness of low body weight
- The restricting type is defined through the lack of vomiting but the continuation of weight loss by diet or exercise
After figuring out what Leon was likely suffering from, Chris tried to figure out the right way to help him out this time. He learned that to help someone with anorexia, forcing them to eat and acting like something was wrong was a bad way to approach the situation. He needed to make sure Leon felt comfortable and be there for him no matter what happened. Chris continued doing his research looking through recovery Reddit and Twitter posts. He found helpful tips like blocking ads involving weight and diet programs, removing the labels on all food so that the afflicted person can’t count calories, and finally trying to keep the afflicted person busy before and after dinner so that they couldn’t worry about the food they were about to eat and couldn’t count the calories. About that time, Leon sleepily came up behind Chris and wrapped his arms around his neck. Chris stopped everything and swung him around saying, “hang on tight spider monkey” catching him in a sweet cradle. Leon relaxed and chuckled lightly into his chest. Chris notices that he felt lighter than the first time he carried him about a month ago. He was so thin and frail looking. Chris could feel each individual rib pressing against his chest. Chris wanted nothing more than to never let go of the ill man and would do anything to protect him. Leon looked so peaceful and happy in his arms that it made him hope too much that Leon felt the same way about him that he did about him. Chris sat on the side of the bed without jostling the sleeping man and laid down letting Leon settle into his chest. Chris’ heart almost broke in two when Leon nuzzled against him and made a sound, not unlike a purr.
When Leon woke up the next morning, Chris was still asleep under him. Leon didn’t know how but he never wanted to fall asleep next to anyone else ever again. He found himself tracing patterns across Chris’ hot skin lost in thought. He desperately wanted the man below him to care for him the way that he cared about him but he knew that was impossible. Chris had seen Leon, unlike any other person who had seen him. Chris must think of him as broken, fragile, and helpless. He laid back onto Chris' chest taking comfort in the fact that at least for now he was allowed to enjoy this newfound sanctuary.
Chris awoke to a most blissful feeling. Something was brushing lightly against his skin in some sort of pattern. He slowly looked down to see Leon happier than he had ever seen him, a cute little grin on his face like a child with no cares in the world. He enjoyed the moment a minute longer and moved slightly, interrupting Leon’s thoughts. Leon looked up into his eyes trying to rearrange his face into a careful confused expression. Chris slipped his hand through Leon’s hair, tussling it, and asked if he was hungry. Leon shivered lightly at the touch and said that he could eat if he must. Chris readjusted him into a sitting position on his lap and told him that he never had to eat anything for him, he just wanted Leon to be happy and comfortable. Leon cocked his head slightly and asked if they could wait a little while before they ate, he needed time to wake up and get hungry. Chris, of course, agreed and carried Leon to the couch where they watched some mindless sitcom but quickly lost interest as Leon was sitting on Chris’ lap.
Leon was contentedly tracing more patterns into Chris’ chest and Chris was playfully twisting and sliding his hand through Leon’s hair. They lost track of time and didn’t move until Leon’s stomach started to rumble. Chris moved Leon to the side and started to leave for the kitchen when Leon made a pitiful noise. Chris turned and instead of asking what Leon needed scooped Leon into his arms and headed to the kitchen. He sat Leon on the kitchen counter so he could watch Chris prepare the food. Chris started looking for breakfast but realized he didn’t know what Leon liked to eat for breakfast. He asked Leon what sounded good and Leon said that pancakes were his favorite but the calorie count was too high. Chris started making the pancakes reassuring Leon that everything would be fine and if pancakes sounded good to him that it was perfectly fine to eat them. The pancakes cooked while Leon watched Chris happily humming while he worked. When they each had two pancakes on their plate Chris slid Leon off the counter and ushered him to the table. Chris sat down and started eating his pancakes, not checking on Leon in the process. Leon cut up his pancake and ate a few bites before asking Chris about his day. Chris started talking and rambling about the day until Leon started eating again. Leon eventually said he was full after about ¾ of his first pancake was gone. Chris then picked up the plates and emptied the leftovers in the trash praising Leon for how good he had done the whole time.
Leon took a small nap after breakfast and in that time Chris took off every food label and blocked certain ads on the laptop and both of their phones. This continued every time Leon wanted to eat. Chris would make whatever Leon wanted and Leon watched from the counter. They talked through the meal to keep Leon occupied and once Leon was full Chris took the food away praising every bite Leon managed to eat.
Leon made rapid improvement throughout the next few weeks by eating when hungry even if it was only a few crackers. He ate whatever sounded good trying to break the habit of restricting himself to only low-calorie foods and tried very hard to eat without guilt. His main goal was to get to a healthy weight and to let himself be happy and live his life. On Leon’s rough days, Chris held him tight and comforted him the best he could, reminding him that he was beautiful and perfect, and on his good days they ate and drank together, treating every bite as a massive achievement.
Chris and Leon continue to grow closer and work together to get Leon further into recovery. Leon started hugging Chris more and becoming almost clingy, but Chris loved the attention and the contact. From an outside perspective, anyone would assume they were dating but neither of them said anything, enjoying the seclusion and privacy of just being close friends. Eventually, Leon told Chris to sell his apartment and move into his house since Chris hadn’t been to his house except to get clothes in months. Chris wondered aloud where he would sleep since he had been sleeping on the couch except on Leon’s hardest days when Leon slept curled in Chris’s arms on his bed. Leon laughed and said that Chris would sleep with him in the bed. Chris blushed as he hadn’t considered that but couldn’t say he didn’t like the idea.
Chris made sure Leon was comfortable and played with his hair, twirling his hair around his fingers. Leon looked up sleepily and kissed Chris on the neck. Chris took a shaky inhale and kissed Leon on the top of the head. They became more confident in their relationship and eventually started calling each other loving nicknames. Chris called Leon, Lee, and Leon called Chris babe or honey most of the time. They never went on a date outside of the house because restaurants were still difficult for Leon and neither one of them felt that they could be out in public. They went to bed every night kissing each other and Chris played with Leon’s hair until he fell asleep.
One night Leon hopped into the bed gracefully and waited for Chris to settle in before he curled against his chest. Chris felt like his chest would explode as Leon breathed across his nipple. Leon saw the nipple harden and looked up at Chris smiling. “You like that, Captain ?”, he commented slyly, adding an edge to the word captain to irritate Chris. Chris flinched and wrapped his hand tighter into Leon’s hair pulling slightly. Leon didn’t expect this and blushed as he let out a small moan. Chris looked shocked and blushed as he brushed his lips across Leon’s. Leon pulled himself up to better reach Chris and planted a powerful kiss on Chris’s lips, trailing the kisses down his neck and onto his chest and stomach as Chris’ breath hitched again. Leon was only encouraged by Chris’ reactions, eventually getting to the waistline of his boxers, biting it, and pulling slightly to make it pop Chris’ waist slightly. Chris jumped slightly not expecting the bite of the elastic and let out a small chuckle. He pulled Leon back up to his chest, and Leon looked up confused. Was he moving too fast? Did Chris not want to? Chris looked into Leon’s eyes and asked one simple question, “Do you feel like doing this, and are you sure you’re ready?” Leon made a motion tracing down Chris’ body with the back of his hand before looking back into his eyes and saying, “Fuck me, Redfield”.
Without any further hesitation, Chris started pulling down Leon's booty shorts that he always slept in and slipped the too-big shirt from his shoulders. Chris traced Leon’s body loving the curves and marks all over his body. He traced each scar that he could see readjusting slightly so he could kiss each one. Chris paid special attention to Leon's nipples because as he kissed one Leon’s head fell against the pillow and he let out a soft moan. Chris teased them by rubbing, flicking, pulling, and biting them, intensely enjoying the way Leon's body jumped and moved at the touch. He continued down Leon’s body and once he got down to Leon's waistline he could make out his partner’s bulge trying to burst from his silk underwear. Chris started to ask why he was wearing a thong to bed but when he looked up Leon was looking longingly at Chris's bulge. Chris started tracing Leon's body again but this time let his other hand cup Leon’s cock giving him some much-needed friction. He could feel Leon trying to buck against his hand but moved away before Leon could get too excited. Leon pulled at Chris’ boxers waiting to see what was soon to be inside of him. Chris obliged him by quickly slipping them off and didn’t miss Leon’s eyes growing as he looked at the massive cock in front of him. Leon propped himself up and started to put his mouth around Chris but couldn’t, seeing his hesitation Chris asked if he was still ok and if he wanted to stop. Leon answered that he couldn’t give him oral right now but he needed Chris inside of him.
He pivoted and slid a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer and held it out to Chris, he moved so that he was bracing on his hands and knees in front of Chris. Chris poured some out, warming it with his hands before inserting two fingers into Leon, slowly pushing against the side of his hole until he could insert a third finger. Leon was quietly moaning with each thrust but was becoming impatient so he turned his head and told Chris to pause. Chris removed his hand and Leon quickly flipped onto his back telling Chris that he was ready and wanted to feel the stretch. Chris poured more lube into his hand running it down his girth a few times and positioned himself at Leon’s entrance. He ran the head of his cock around Leon’s entrance a few times watching Leon’s excitement grow. He put the head of his dick in Leon and did a few short thrusts before asking if Leon was sure he was ready. Leon nodded quickly, unable to form words. Chris did one more short thrust before sheathing himself inside Leon. Chris couldn’t think of a time that he had felt this much pleasure and Leon moaned loudly arching his back. Chris let Leon’s insides adjust before moving, enjoying the pressure of Leon around him.
When Leon looked calmer and ready again Chris began to slowly move in and out of him making sure to monitor Leon the whole time to make sure he wasn’t hurting him. Leon couldn’t think of the last time he had someone this big inside him, he was in complete ecstasy. Chris hit his prostate every time he thrust in without fail making it incredibly hard for Leon to focus and breathe. Leon tried to quiet himself but Chris seemed to take that as a challenge to make him louder. Chris was picking up speed with every thrust feeling that Leon was close. He cupped Leon’s cock still in the silky underwear but was unsatisfied, he yanked the underwear trying to get them out of the way but pulled too hard ripping them off of Leon. He moaned when his cock was finally freed. Leon had pre-cum dripping from the head of his cock as Chris wrapped his hand around it, rubbing his thumb around the head using the pre-cum as lube. Chris quickly matched the rhythm of his thrust to the stroke of Leon’s dick making Leon grow louder. By this time, Leon was barely holding it together and finally couldn’t take any more, endorphins exploding within him, making it feel as if every nerve in his body was pulsing in ecstasy. Chris doubled his pace and finished inside Leon continuing to thrust through both of their orgasms. He collapsed beside Leon, both men breathing hard.
After a few minutes of resting, Chris got up and retrieved a wet washcloth from the bathroom leaning on the bed to clean Leon up. He cleaned himself up and then lay on the bed beside Leon pulling him closer. Leon curled against his chest kissing him in the process. As always, Chris played with Leon’s hair until he was quietly purring against his chest. That was the best sleep either man had ever had, both feeling completely fulfilled in each other's arms.