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Alpha and omega discourse was something Leon absolutely hated.
He hated the idea that omegas had to basically just be wombs and alphas were the money makers. It pissed him off with everything within him.
So the moment he presented as omega, he decided to keep it under the wraps. No one knew, not even doctors. He wouldn’t let them take his blood tests, nothing.
He had gotten so good at keeping it hidden that not even the DSO knew. And it would stay that way. Because if they did know, they would manage to pull him out of field work and make him sit at a desk. He was the secret proof that he could handle anything a damn alpha did.
When he met the people that would become the closest things he had to family, he always kept it in check that he was an omega. Lying and saying he was a beta so that it would be left alone. That he was just a normal human, no secondary gender bullshit that society believed was fitting as a way to run the world.
And how the fuck it still mattered during an apocalypse that contributed of the definition of bioterrorism, he wasn’t too sure. B.O.W.s sure as fuck didn’t care whether somebody was alpha, beta, or omega when they would rip somebody’s throat out and infect them.
So why should it matter?
It was after Alcatraz, and him, Chris, Rebecca, and Claire were all getting drinks together. Probably the least they could do after their experiences there.
From the way Dylan’s mutated form was eyeing him like a piece of candy, he sure as shit was going to try to forget about it by drinking.
Chris Redfield was the perfect definition of an alpha. Strong, protective, and able to command a room. He was always aware the way bystanders stared at him with pure admiration or lust. And there was Jill Valentine, also a strong alpha. She was precise, quick-witted, and probably one of Leon’s favorite people to be around. Carlos Oliveria, Jill’s partner, who had driven all this way to see her, was, wait for it, ALSO an alpha. He was fast on his feet, sharp with his tongue, and he was the only person who never groaned when Leon’s dad jokes or quirky lines came out.
And then there was Claire Redfield, his best friend since Raccoon City and a beta: she was intelligent, able to adapt to situations, and overall caring when it came to people. Rebecca Chambers was the same, a beta, but she was intelligent, blunt, and one of the best people to go to with any research or medical questions. And finally, there was Piers Nivans, a beta. He was Chris’s second command, never a person to deal with bullshit, and god, his marksmanship was phenomenal.
So between 3 alphas, and 3 betas, he was the only omega, shielded as a beta. He knew realistically none of them would regard him differently, but he would never be able to handle if they did. If they treated him like he was fragile when he had dealt with shit that would make a normal person scream in terror at.
“So, Leon, I’m still shocked that the DSO sent you out to Alcatraz. We knew that the BSAA was going there, and Claire, who is Terrasave, but you? God, I had never been more grateful to see you.” Chris mentioned as the seven of them sat around a table in the corner.
“Yeah, well, I couldn’t miss the show, could I?”
Chris grinned at him, clinking his glass against his. “Good thing you didn’t.”
God, Leon’s instincts made him want to climb the man like a tree. But the moment he processed that thought, he threw back the entire glass of Jack Daniel’s, earning a laugh from Carlos.
“You have the right idea, Leon.” He said as he followed him in pursuit.
Piers raised an eyebrow. “I’m surprised you guys survived that. Shit sounded gnarly.”
Him, Chris, Jill, Claire, and Rebecca all let out a groan in response.
“It was. A damn circus show. And we were the main acts.”
A chuckle followed in response to that, paired with eye rolls and a groan of “Leonnnn”
Letting the group talk, he got up and walked over to the bar to get himself another drink. The bartender was sitting there, offering a smile. And he noticed she visibly relaxed. “I’m surprised you’re surviving over there, it’s pheromones hell.”
Leon snorted at that. “We’re all friends. I try to ignore it.”
She leaned against the counter, grinning. “You have a good selection of them, you know.”
Leon tilted his head as he set his glass down and she grabbed the bottle, pouring him another drink. “How so?”
“An omega amongst a bunch of alphas and betas? Dude, you’re cool and brave for that.”
Leon physically stiffened at that, and he felt his heart pounding in his chest. “I’m not an omega, sorry to disappoint.”
She looked confused at that. “You’re not? You smell very sweet.”
Leon grabbed his shirt to sniff it, and sure as hell, he did. He shouldn’t smell like anything. He threw his drink back and set a 20 dollar bill on the counter. “I’m not, but thank you for the drink.” He reaffirmed, immediately making his way to the bathroom.
Why the fuck did he smell sweet? Why were his suppressants not working? He pulled the bottle out of his pocket the moment he was in a bathroom stall and locked it, the label clearly warning him not to take multiple of them in the same day, or with alcohol. But there was no way he was about to blow his cover. Absolutely no way at all.
He opened the bottle, pouring about four of five into his hand as he threw them into his mouth, swallowing them dry which made him cringe as he walked out of the bathroom stall, pulling his jacket off. Which was a major mistake since the entire room now smelt like brown sugar and sandalwood. He immediately got some of the soap on his hands and started scrubbing at his scent glands violently, making the edges of his jaw turn red.
He heard the door open and he flung up instinctively, watching Piers walk in who was staring at him with wide eyes now as the man sniffed the air and covered his nose.
“Leon?”
Oh, goddamn it. Not now, Piers. Not fucking now.
Leon turned towards him, offering a casual grin. “Hey, man. Why do you look so shocked?”
Piers was still shocked for a minute but he knife out of his pocket and jammed it into the door so it couldn’t be opened easily and he spun back around towards him, and then his face was concerned and serious.
“Leon, please for the love of god, please don’t lie to me right now.”
Leon let his smile drop as he crossed his arms. “Lie to you about what?”
Piers gestured to the scent in the room. “Leon, nobody has walked in or out of this room in the past five minutes. It’s just been you. Look, man, I’m not judging you. But it reeks of someone’s heat. I won’t say anything to anyone, but we need to get you the hell out of here before you become fresh meat.”
Leon frowned at that. “I can defend myself, Piers. It’s fine.”
Piers looked around, as if checking if there was a camera in the room, then back at Leon. “Look, dude. There’s some creepy ass alphas out there. I’m not going to treat you differently, especially when you’ve been able to keep this under control for years. But right now? This is a safety hazard, and we’re in a public bathroom. Please, let me get you out of here, and I’ll tell the others you got sick.”
Leon wanted to argue, but Piers looked more nervous for Leon at this moment than he’s ever seen him before. While weighing the odds, he finally nodded. “Okay, fine. Let’s go.”
Piers looked so relieved at that moment as he pulled the knife out of the wedge of the door, opening it to check if anyone was near, and then he grabbed Leon’s hand and drug him towards the door where the bartender was waiting.
She looked concerned, but if Leon had to guess, she deemed Piers the safest option and gave him a heads up about something. Any other time, he would be pissed. But his smell was starting to consume him, and the suppressants were failing him, hard.
She opened the back door and Piers dragged him through it, where Leon immediately noticed there was a taxi driver waiting.
Leon looked confused. “How did you—“
“The bartender called one, sensing there was something wrong. Look, go get a hotel. I’ll call and check on you later.” Piers said urgently as he pushed him towards the taxi, and the driver was leaned against the car, opening the door for him.
Damn, did he smell worse than he thought?
Leon just wasted no time getting in and the driver shut the door, getting in the drivers seat and speeding away.
It was silent for a second, before the driver spoke. “What hotel would be best for you? I can call ahead and have them give us a safer route for you.”
Leon was so fucking confused at this point. “Why does there have to be a safer route?”
The driver looked in the mirror, offering a sympathetic look. “You’re in heat, sir.”
Leon at that point, just leaned back against the seats in defeat. “Go to the closest 4 star hotel. Safer security.” He mumbled and he watched the driver automatically started making his way to the nearest hotel. Usually he wasn’t picky, but at this point, he didn’t want to take any risks at this point.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at it, noticing how he was getting messages from the group, asking if he was okay, if he needed anything. But the one that was glaring back at him was the message from Chris.
Chris: I have food and stuff for you that I’m going to bring you, let me know where you want me to bring it.
Leon let out a groan, hating his life in that moment. It felt like the universe had just told him to get royally fucked. And if his body had to contribute to it, he felt clammier than usual, his hands sweating as he held his phone.
He hesitated, before responding.
Leon: It’s ok. U don’t really need to come here.
Leon immediately noticed the read receipt, then Chris typing. Oh he was absolutely fucked.
Chris: You have to take care of yourself, Leon. I insist.
“Persistent bastard.” Leon muttered under his breath. Him and Chris were close, they always have been. But it would be such a bad situation if he found Leon in that condition.
Leon: Plz don’t. I’m fine.
Chris: You can choose to be stubborn, or I’ll purposely get your location from Hunnigan and tell her you’re sick.
If Leon wasn’t under the impression that he was dying, he would have had the driver turn around and he would personally fight Chris for threatening him with Hunnigan. Ingrid would have him in a chokehold if he was feigning being sick.
Leon: Fuck u. I’ll be at the sunset hotel, leave the food with the front desk.
“Sir? We’re here.”
Leon looked up and noticed them in front of the hotel, so he quickly pulled out his wallet and slapped a 100 dollar bill down, quickly rushing out of the car and inside as a sweet older woman met him with a concerned expression. “Let’s get you to a room. I’ll get your card information later.”
Leon just nodded as he let the woman guide him to the elevator, shoving a key into his hands. “Top floor. Most people don’t get rooms up there. If you need anything, use the phone in the room.”
Leon murmured a ‘thank you’ to her as he got in the elevator, clicking the top floor. The moment the doors shut, he slumped against the wall, hating how small he felt in that moment.
His eyes looked up to watch the elevator tick up in number as it climbed the floors, so he pulled out the suppressants and shakily turned them over, looking down at the instructions.
And as if fate hated him, at the top of the bottle, it read:
‘DO NOT TAKE DURING AN ACTIVE HEAT, WILL INCREASE SYMPTOMS’
Leon cursed as he shoved them back into his pocket. He had never experienced a heat before, this would be his first experience with one. And he was dreading it.
The moment the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, he felt a wave of heat hit him and he immediately rushed forward, looking at the keycard in his hands for the number.
‘846’
Leon immediately looked at the room beside him and he went from a walk to a full blown sprint, running towards the door as he counted the numbers in his head.
844…845…846.
Leon damn near body slammed the door with urgency as he gripped onto the door handle and swiped the key, the key card flashing green as he stumbled into the room, slamming it shut. He immediately made his way towards the bed, feeling his body start to ache, and at this point, he felt like he was overheating.
He started ripping his clothes off with urgency, tossing it across the room without care as he flung himself onto the bed. But it wasn’t enough.
He rolled onto his back, letting out a frustrated groan as his stomach began to knot up, feeling like he was burning from the inside and out. “Oh… what the fuck.” He let out, threading his fingers through his hair to push it back. The effects were gradually getting worse and worse, and the moment he felt himself get hard, he wanted to die.
He was tossing and writhing on the bed, and it felt very close to how he felt when he got infected in Spain. The pain, the ringing, the way his body was sweating from the infection, except it was excruciating now.
Leon wasn’t one who really slept with people, not since it came with the idea of him outing the fact that his second gender was an omega. And his lack of trust in humanity made it to where he would be a target.
He resented it. He resented the way society treated omegas like holes, and how many people degraded them they were nothing.
His body forced out a whimper, his hands coming up to clutch his stomach as he felt like he was genuinely suffering. Holy shit, this is awful.
The moment he heard a knock, he felt something akin to desperation and irritation mixed. “Leave me alone!”
“Leon, it’s me. Let me in, please?” He heard, slowly processing Chris’s voice. And the way his body responded like it was the holy grail, he let out a groan.
“Just leave it outside the door!”
“Not when I’m concerned about you.”
Leon felt another wave of heat hit, this one worse than the last few. He arched his back, biting his fist as he groaned out, trying not to add to Chris’s worry. “I-I’m fine. I’ll text you tomorrow.”
He heard silence for a second, but he heard the keycard reader activate and he had never so quickly flung himself off the bed, his legs trembling badly as he moved towards the bathroom, slamming the door.
The moment he heard that familiar cadence of footsteps, he heard Chris groan. “Did you have somebody in here? I would have appreciated a warning.”
Leon sat himself down on the the toilet seat, biting into his hand as he heard Chris set the stuff down, walking around the room, then sitting down somewhere. “I’ll give you a second to get out of the bathroom.”
No, there is no second, Chris. If I walk out of this damn bathroom, I might actually maul you on sight.
Leon bit into his hand harder at this point, damn near drawing blood. Did his canines sharpen? Oh god damn it.
“Lee, what are you not telling me?” He heard break through the silence. Between that nickname and the soft tone Chris was using, his self restraint was tearing itself apart at the seams. He was straining so hard against his stomach, he was getting nauseated.
“Nothing, please…” he said, but his tone was whiny, desperate. And at that point, he knew he had fucked up. The moment he heard the footsteps approaching the door he stood up, about to try to intercept the door but Chris got to it first, swinging the door open and Leon flung into him, knocking Chris backwards as Chris instinctively grabbed Leon as they both hit the floor. But the damage was done at that point. Because Chris touching him had activated everyone of his primal instincts.
Leon tried to shove Chris away, swinging at his chest as he tried everything to put distance between them but Chris grabbed his face, tilting his towards him, worry clear in his face. “Leon, hey. Look at me.”
Leon locked eye contact with him, and Chris’s eyes scanned his face. All the signs were there, and he swore Chris’s energy changed.
But instead of Chris asking questions about why he lied or hid this, Chris took a deep breath, helping sit both of them up, but he didn’t let go of Leon, despite Leon still trying to fight him off.
“What do you need, right now?”
Leon met Chris’s eye contact, his face crumbling with desperation and anger, before Leon could even get his words out, yell at him for not being angry with him and being willing to help him, Chris grabbed his face, forcing him to look at him. “And don’t you dare say nothing.”
All of those years of yearning for Chris Redfield was raining down on him at once and at the worst possible moment. “No, I’m fine.” He gritted out.
“You know good and damn well you’re not. Don’t be stubborn.”
“Chris.” He warned, but yet another flash hit him, and he was convinced it was only getting worse. A whimper escaped from his mouth as he tried to curl up, but Chris wouldn’t let him go. He was sitting halfway sprawled across Chris since they hadn’t made any movement to get up, yet Leon was so hard it was painful.
“Leon.” Chris growled back, and Leon damn near mewled at that. This was so damn embarrassing. His body was aching at this point, and it was taking every last bit of self restraint he had at this point to hold himself back.
Leon went to move and Chris grabbed him by the hip, breaking his last bit of self restraint, arching into his touch.
“Fuck, Chris, please….”
Chris used his thumb to carefully caress Leon’s hip, not wanting to move him. “Please what? I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”
“Something, anything. Please alpha, fuck, please—“
Leon could tell how using the term ‘alpha’ affected Chris, and he knew he would regret it like a motherfucker later. Chris grabbed Leon, standing the both of them up before he crowded Leon against the wall, pressing him into the wall as he gripped Leon’s waist to keep him up right. “I need your consent, Leon. Explicit consent.”
Leon let out something that was split between a surprised gasp and horny moan. But asking him for consent right at this second? To hell with Chris Redfield for being a damn gentleman while he thought he was dying. “Oh, fuck you! Fine, I consent—“ he barely got to finish his sentence before Chris kissed him, no, devoured him, right up against that wall. And Leon whimpered so damn needy into the kiss as he reached up to grip onto Chris’s shoulders, trying to ground himself.
But there was no grounding, because Chris was reducing him into a goddamn mess. His fingertips digging into his waist, keeping him pinned against that wall like there was no going back on that decision. And fuck, Leon could cum from that kiss alone.
Chris reached up and grabbed the back of Leon’s head, tilting it back as he deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into his mouth. It was so beyond messy, all-consuming, like Chris was planning to ruin him for anyone else.
And god, Leon hoped he would.
Leon moaned out against his lips, but Chris swallowed his moan so damn quickly it was like it wasn’t even there. And the moment Chris pulled back from the kiss and all Leon was met with was those typically honey brown eyes, now changed into these orange eyes with pupils blown so damn wide that Chris looked like a damn apex predator, and was looking at him like he was his next prey.
Chris grabbed Leon by his waist, picking him up like he was as light as a feather, and skillfully tossing him onto the bed that was a good three feet from the wall.
The moment Leon landed on that bed, Chris was in front of him again, staring down at him again. And as much as Leon could appreciate the sight of how hot Chris actually was, he felt that excruciating pain start taking hold of him again and he started to curl up in pain, but Chris stopped him.
“I got you, Lee, I got you.” Chris tried to whisper to him, not allowing him to curl up as he grabbed the edge of Leon’s boxers and pulled them off, tossing them somewhere and wrapping his hand around Leon’s straining cock, earning a cry of pain and pleasure from Leon, who was wanting to squirm but Chris grabbed onto Leon’s hip, pinning him to the bed.
“Fuck—ah, please!” Leon was struggling so much, tears damn near building in his eyes from how badly this was affecting him, and the embarrassment of his body so desperately craving one of his closest friends, at some point, he wished Chris would just take him out of his damn misery.
Chris decided to feed into what Leon was asking, tightening his grip as he started moving his hand up and down, and fuck, Leon was absolutely losing it now.
These broken whimpers were slipping from beneath his lips, his hips trying to jerk up but Chris was holding him in place. He could sue him for the torture he was experiencing.
“C-Chris, please—“ he said, letting out a dry sob. It hurt so bad. His body was so wound up that he felt like a wounded animal. He was convinced a bullet to his head would be so much better.
“Baby, I’m doing everything I can to hold back right now. I need you to trust me.” He heard Chris grit out, still keeping a steady pace. But it wasn’t enough.
“F-fuck holding back, you asshole!”
“Leon. Enough.” He heard Chris warn, but he wasn’t the one who’s nervous system was wrecking havoc in his body because he was too fucking horny.
“Then fucking fuck me!” He growled out, and at that moment, Chris stopped, and when Leon opened his eyes, Chris’s eyes were damn near black. Oh. He fucked up.
Chris let out the most animalistic growl as he started tearing his clothes off, and quite literally tearing as the pieces flung around the room. The moment he knelt on the bed, he felt Chris grab him and flip him over, positioning Leon the way he needed him to be.
“Present to me, omega.”
Yeah, if this was Mortal Kombat? Leon was fucking K.Oed after that sentence. He let out the most primal whimper possible as he scrambled to his knees, chest pressed against the bed as his head turned for his cheek to be against the pillow. To be perfect for Chris, the only alpha in the room.
Chris wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him flush against him as he wiggled three fingers into Leon without warning, causing Leon to mewl out.
“You’re so horny that you’re fucking soaked. Going to be so good for me, aren’t you?”
Leon let out a lewd moan at that, his face flushing more than it already was as Chris opened him up more (even though Leon was convinced it wasn’t needed). He couldn’t even process that Chris was searching for something until he jabbed those fingers into that bundle of nerves, causing him to let out choked gasp, his eyes rolling back and his body arching into the bed. He needed more, god, he needed more.
But Chris wasn’t wasting anytime at that point, because the moment he pulled his fingers out, they were immediately replaced with something so much thicker than that, pushing into him with no warning that earned a guttural moan deep from within Leon.
Chris clearly didn’t plan to give him any warning from this point forward, because the moment he bottomed out, they both let out a sound that bordered wrecked and beyond turned on.
Then he pressed his hand against Leon’s upper back, keeping him pushed down against the mattress as he pulled out slightly and slammed back in, repeating that over and over again to a point he was reducing Leon into an incoherent mess, something he didn’t even know he could become.
Each drag punched out the whiniest cries and whimpers, something so out of character for Leon that it seemed unnatural. His hands scrambled to grip the bedsheets with an intensity so tight that he could hear the threads snapping one by one.
Leon, by any means, was not small. No, he was muscular, toned, and basically ripped whereas society expected him to be soft. He was an experienced agent who had taken more damage than he would be expected to. So he very likely would threaten Chris with his life if this got out to anyone.
Chris, just so happened to be fucking bear size, so he seemed ten times smaller than him when he’s being drilled into the bed like the man was determined to breed him perfectly.
He wasn’t sure when Chris’s last thread of self-restraint finally snapped, but the alpha grabbed him, manhandling him to be on his knees. One hand on his chest, pressing his back flat against Chris’s chest and the other one holding Leon’s left hip with a bruising grip that he was sure would leave marks. This position was Leon’s kryptonite. Because the moment Chris pulled out, leaving just the head in, and snapped his hips back in with a deadly precision caused Leon’s to cry out loudly, his voice echoing off of the hotel room’s walls.
Chris kept up that same, brutal pace, and Leon felt that painful climax building, but it still wasn’t enough. “Mark me, please!” He cried out, not even noticing the tears staining his cheeks, the words sounding foreign on his tongue.
“Leon—“ Chris went to warn, but Leon let out a pained cry. He felt his omega damn near digging through him, refusing to suffer from the rejection of Chris wanting to be a gentleman. Not now.
“Alpha, please. Pleasepleasepleaseplease—“ he chanted, his words not even sounding like his own anymore. He was so close, so fucking close. He needed more, he needed to be owned, claimed, consumed.
Chris’s hand snaked up to his throat, holding it in place as the man’s moved towards his shoulder where his scent gland was, his breath tickling his skin, and out of instinct and no logic, he bit down—hard.
Leon screamed out of pain and pleasure, mostly pain—his voice hoarse from being vocal as he finally came hard. He wish he could say it felt good, but it hurt so damn bad. His body convulsed from the intensity of it as Chris finally let go, the man pulling out and manhandling him, yet again onto his back where he could actually see Leon now.
Pushing back in, the man seemed to thrust a few more times before he came, his knot almost immediately swelling up after.
Leon felt complete in some weird, primal way, but like complete jello. He’s never felt like this before, he didn’t even know how to feel. He was trying to hold back the emotions that were threatening to consume him, but the moment Chris leaned down and peppered kisses onto his face, cradling Leon to his chest as the man had finally lost his composure after years, and just cried.
He had heard about people being overwhelmed if they were mated suddenly, but instead, it was of guilt, anger, sadness, gratefulness, every emotion he had bottled up over years and years.
“I got you…it’s okay, baby, let it out.” He heard Chris gently console him. This stupid man that he now belonged to for the rest of his life, satisfying a type of yearning he told himself he couldn’t have for years, because Chris was perfect and had his life together. Everything Leon did not have.
And yet here the man was, holding Leon like he was the most precious thing in the world. And Leon felt fucking guilty for it.
He knew Chris could tell he was distressed, especially when the man started releasing pheromones that were meant to comfort him. Yet he wasn’t used to them. He hadn’t allowed himself to get this intimate with a damn alpha in his entire life, let alone Chris Redfield, the man who him and his sister treated him like he was their family for years.
Leon sobbed, his arms clutching onto Chris’s shoulders like a lifeline, like he was afraid this wasn’t real.
It took what felt like eternity to slightly calm down and actually open his eyes to stare at the man that was above him, looking at him with such gentleness that he wanted to cry again.
“You’re okay…you’re okay, I promise.” Chris whispered, reaching up to caress his face. And Leon leaned into it like he was touch starved.
It took awhile for Chris’s knot to go down, but when it did, he carefully pulled out and pressed a kiss to Leon’s head, standing up to go get a wash cloth.
Leon damn near scrambled after him, but Chris immediately stopped him, cupping his cheeks. “I’m getting something to clean you up with, and then I’m going to grab the water and medicine, and then the food. Is that okay?” He asked, walking Leon through every step, and holding such patience for him that it made Leon’s heart ache.
He didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve him.
Leon just slowly nodded his head, and Chris carefully let go, standing up and walking to the bathroom for a minute, before he came back out with a warm wash cloth and he knelt on the bed beside Leon, gently wiping him down with such a sense of urgency, that Leon immediately figured out that Chris didn’t want the wash cloth to grow cold and make Leon uncomfortable.
The brunette then set the wash cloth on the bed side table, reaching over to grab the pills and water before he carefully helped Leon sit up, giving him the medicine and water like he had done it a million times before.
Once Leon had finished the water, his voice finally felt less hoarse for him to be able to speak. “You didn’t have to do this.” He murmured, and Chris damn near glared at him as he moved to grab the food.
“Actually, yes I do. I quite literally just claimed you during a vulnerable moment. We are bonded till death.”
Leon cursed under his breath at that, and Chris let out an amused snort. “What, no retort from Leon S. Kennedy?”
“Why don’t you hate me?”
The amused look on Chris’s face quickly dropped, looking neutral, but serious. “Because, you being an omega doesn’t make you any less of a person, Leon. And based on the reaction you just had, you’ve hidden this for years. Sure, would I have liked to have known the truth sooner? Yeah, I won’t lie to you about that.”
Leon instinctively flinched, which caused Chris’s eyes to soften. “But I know why you did it. You would be treated differently because of it. And even now, nobody deserves to know unless you choose to tell them.”
Leon was quiet for a second, instinctively playing with his hands. “You honestly believe that?”
“I do. Because you’re capable of taking care of yourself, hell, you’re far more lethal than any other man I know. And you do it all alone. Without any help. Without taking the time to ask for it, either. So please. Let me take care of you for once.” Chris pleaded, taking Leon’s hands into his. God, he was like a big ass teddy bear.
Leon was quiet, but he squeezed Chris’s hands, and then pulled them out to reach for his touch and Chris happily pulled Leon into his lap to hold him, single handed let opening the container up with one hand as he maneuvered Leon in a position where he could feed him.
“When did you have your first heat?” Chris asked, trying to get information so that he had a better idea of what to expect and how to take care of Leon as he held the spoon up to Leon’s mouth, which the man happily took a bite, because he still hadn’t ate since their mission ended. He chewed the food for a second before he swallowed it and answered.
“Now.”
“Now???” Chris asked, pulling away slightly to give him a bewildered look.
Leon sighed. “Think I damaged my hormones with the constant suppressants. So, I’ve never had a heat before.”
Chris blinked at him a few times, before an even bigger realization dawned on him. “I’m…going to call BSAA and tell them I had an emergency and can’t make it in the next week.”
“Why?”
“Because, I’m about to be your personal fucktoy for the next week.”
Leon groaned out, covering his face. “Shut the fuck up.”
Chris grinned up at the man, proud of the fact that he made the man flush. “I can, if you want me to.”
Leon felt a pang of heat when he said that, looking down at Chris with want. “You shouldn’t have said that.”
Chris’s expression changed, those orange eyes flickering into a dangerous expression. “Oh, really?”
Leon’s tongue dipped out of his mouth momentarily and Chris ran his hands up Leon’s abs, resting them just below his pecs. “I think you should seal the deal.” Chris continued, tilting his head back to bear his throat.
Leon’s breath hitched at that, those piercing blue eyes flickering up to Chris’s neck.
He knew Chris was being serious, so Leon leaned forward, pressing open mouthed kisses along the base of Chris’s neck, sucking dark hickeys here and there. If he was about to stake his claim on somebody, he was about to do it right.
The moment he reached his scent gland, Leon nuzzled his nose into it, inhaling the scent that had become so familiar and comforting over the years. The scent of the man that now belonged to him.
Leon opened his mouth, positioning his sharpened canines above his scent glands, a hand reaching up to hold the side of Chris’s neck. He could literally hear the moment Chris’s breath hitched, and that’s all it took.
Leon sunk his canines into the man’s scent gland, earning a groan from Chris that went straight to his head, the man digging his fingertips into Leon’s waist, doing his best to hold still.
“Fuck, Leon.” Chris basically growled out, and the moment Leon removed his mouth—Chris had grabbed his neck, and pheromones that Chris was releasing finally reached Leon. He wasn’t stupid, he knew what a rut was. But actually smelling it on Chris was a different story.
But then something clicked harder for him. He was in heat, and Chris had started his rut.
Fuck, knowing his luck, his body would find a way to make itself fertile just for the alpha right in front of him. The next thing he knew, he was pinned beneath Chris again, looking up to meet Chris’s eyes.
It was about to be a long week.
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Over a week later, Leon was knocked out on the bed, probably getting the most peaceful sleep of his life as Chris and Piers were in the kitchen, leaned against the counters, drinking coffee. Since Piers was the only other one to know the situation, Chris decided to keep it that way until Leon was ready.
“Chris, are you sure you didn’t kill him?”
Chris deadpanned at Piers, who was looking over at Leon with worry. “No, Piers. He’s just wore clean out.”
“So…how did this happen?”
Chris glanced back at Leon who was sleeping so contently, his chest swelling. “Well, the intention was to help him, and then things kind of escalated from there.”
“Escalated enough that you look like you got mauled?”
Chris turned back to look at Piers, taking a sip of his coffee. “If you think I got mauled, he looks like a B.O.W. got him.”
Piers snorted at that. “You’re insane for that.”
Chris grinned, even when neither of them noticed the king of stealth himself coming behind Chris, a pair of arms snaking around Chris’s waist.
“Mm, good morning.” Leon murmured, in a shirt and sweatpants that Chris had went out and bought for him, not even taking notice of Piers in front of him quite yet.
Chris let out a chuckle, shifting while still holding the mug to let Leon adjust so that the man was now clinging to his front.
This arguably, was one of the first times Piers had ever seen Chris and Leon this relaxed. The moment Leon’s eyes flickered over to Piers and register who was in front of him, he gave a small smile that was genuine. “I never got to thank you for saving my ass a week ago.”
Piers held the cup up in his hands, tilting it towards the two while raising an eyebrow. “You were too busy fucking my captain to thank me.”
Chris choked on his drink at that, and Leon’s smile turned into a smirk. “Touché, Nivans. You might need to take his place as captain, I’m domesticating this one.”
Piers shared that same smirk, and Piers clasped a hand on Leon’s shoulder. “Good to see you’re feeling better, then.” Leon reached out to rest his arm on Piers shoulder in return.
As if on cue, a low warning growl was heard and Leon and Piers turned to look at Chris. The two men looked back over to each other to share an amused look before Leon placed a hand on Chris’s chest. “Alright, down boy. He saved me from dislocating a bunch of alphas shoulders that night and causing a scene. That’s also one of your best friends.”
Chris immediately softened at that, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Right, sorry Piers. Still getting used to this whole claim thing.”
Piers snorted at that. “Right, but can you handle facing Sherry and Claire for that?”
Leon and Chris shared a knowing look, before turning to him. “Guess we’ll find out.”