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[ FINALLY ] : both sender and receiver, having been teasing and flirting for a considerable length of time, finally give in and have sex for the first time. Star/Leon
alistair had been in love with leon for over half a decade without even realizing it. it had been eight years since raccoon city, six years of anger and two of avoidance. alistair knew that if he allowed himself to get close to leon, he would be unable to resist the draw of those soft puppy eyes and that earnest expression, the unwavering love and loyalty that leon offered. and he had been right, ultimately. thanks to nyoko, alistair had no choice but to face his feelings head-on on a mission that had threatened both of their lives more than once. now, physically spent and emotionally on edge, alistair's walls had been pulverized, that carefully crafted armor shorn, alistair stood exactly zero chance. "you're okay, leon. i'll get you back to the motel, patch you up, good as new." the slow dribble of blood even through the makeshift bandana alistair had ripped from a piece of shirt and secured inspired dread and anxiety to course through him. leon bore the wound like a fucking champ.
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leon swallowed hard salivia filling his mouth as he leaned against alistair. taking great care not to put too much weight on him. "i would appreciate it," he replied his voice tighter than he liked it. but there wasn't much he could do right now. at least not anything actually useful. the toe of his boot caught, and his foot nearly folded under him as he huffed out a breath, making a face as he shifted to catch himself, his hand grabbing onto alistair's shirt as he took a shuddering breath. "sorry," he grumbled softly as he got his feet back under him the wound in his side was aching blood soaking through his shirt despite the bandages.
the lights from the motel sign washed over the parking lot, casting shadows over it. he studied the parking lot tongue sliding over his lips as he took another breath. he looked at it as he studied the cars scanning for danger off of pure habit more than thinking anything was coming towards them. but old habits died hard after everything he'd seen. "keys in my front right pocket," he said softly making no move to reach for it not sure if he could grab it and keep himself upright.











