could i request male reader x vampire leon (romantic if possible)
Vampire Leon S. Kennedy X Vampire Hunter Male Reader (Vampire Hunter Au)
CyberSite Notes: I was kinda struggling to find a good story for this so hopefully it turned out okay, I tried to be ambiguous with the version of Leon in this fic but I was thinking about RE9 Leon, even though Leon is a vampire he retains his humanity, a tiny bit angsty, yadayada…
It was vile. A being of blasphemy, forgotten by god. Bearing its red stained fangs at [Name]. Eyes glazed with a lust [Name] knew all too well. It was coursing through his veins, and this abomination’s pupils tracked its circulation.
The cathedral echoed songs of those on the brink of death. Their cries a choir as [Name] lifted his gun. The moon's light cast a gentle blanket in the holy structure through the stained windows. The sleek intricate silver of the hunters gun seemed to glow under it.
The shot barreled through its greying skin and lodged itself in the skull. The beast screamed and writhed as it fell to the glossy floor. The hunter holstered his gun, unsheathed his wooden stake, and stalked toward the flailing animal.
[Name] loomed over the figure, his shadow cast over its form. The hole the bullet came through was blistering, steam reaching to the sky. He knelt down and held the stake high. The beast locked eyes with the hunter.
With a final prayer, he slams the stake through its chest. A piercing screech followed before it laid silent, and with it the choir. [Name] stood up and sheathed the stake, coat tail straightening behind him.
He stepped over the body and walked out of the cathedral like a saint. The fresh midnight air cleansed his nose of the stench, and swayed his coat. Taking a deep breath before returning to his guild for the earned coin.
[Name]’s life was tiresome, but fulfilling. He believed it to be a virtuous deed to rid the world of creatures that lived and breathed malice. It was the nature of his town, his family that made him this way. Coming from a bloodline of vampire hunters he was not to disappoint. His life carried on, he hunted, he ate, and slept. A ritual he swore to never stray from. His body, mind, and soul belonged to the cause.
This mission was supposed to be like any other. Deliver god his mistakes. [Name] walked into the tavern, the smell of slaughter and ale. Bodies lay, their blood moving to grooves in the worn wooden panels, and rays of red like ribbons on elegant dancers. The culprit is nowhere to be found. Left just moments before its fate arrived.
The hunter was about to leave when he spotted a man. Their eyes met for a brief moment. Pleading dull blues eyes bored into the hunter’s before his head hung unconscious. Blood soaked hair covering his face, scratches, and deep lacerations coat his body. [Name] walked to the man leaned against the wall. The bleeding man was still breathing.
The longer the hunter looked at the man, the stronger the compulsion to help him became. [Name] dipped down and hoisted the man over his shoulder.
It was a silent walk back into the woods. The muddy path sucked at his boots, but it wasn’t long before they reached his cabin. His footsteps sounded his return and boomed through the floorboards, and ended in front of a worn couch.
He laid the man down and started to look for his healing supplies. The house was quiet with anticipation, faces from framed pictures watched idly to see if this mystery man would survive the night.
[Name] shook off his coat onto a chair as he made his way back to the man. Bottles, cloth, and bandage in hand as he began to treat him. He first cleaned the deeper wounds, jagged, and frayed skin that would leave thick gnarly scars. When he was done cleaning and dressing the wounds [Name] cleaned the names face.
Sharp features carved into a gentle expression. [Name] had to admit this man was undoubtedly handsome. Once [Name] finished his job he tidied the mess and sat across from the sleeping stranger. Arms folded as he leaned back in the chair. He watched the man for any signs of wake, but he felt his own lid grow heavy, he tried to fight it off, but in the end slumber one.
It wasn’t long after he let his guard down that he felt a hot breath against his hand. Jolting awake he looked down to see the stranger kneeling in front of him. Legs still clearly weak from the attack only hours earlier.
The man’s eyes look up at him through blood soaked hair. Skin even paler in the moon light, teeth glinting in the light. Saliva pooled and dripped onto the hunter's hand. The stranger’s eyes drift back down to [Name]’s hand.
“Did you…save me sir?” His voice came out slightly hoarse. For the first time in his life the hunter sat unnerved. This man he had saved had all the signs of turning. Pale skin, teeth grown to pierce flesh, everything screamed to kill this man. To grab his stake and plunge it through his heart. Cleanse the evil. He reached behind him to grab the silver cross in his back pocket.
But he couldn’t. The look in the stranger’s distant eyes looked almost apologetic. The kneeling man pulled back and noticed he was drooling, quickly wiping away his hunger. The hunter’s mind was reeling. His sins only grew the longer this thing was in his home. The longer it lived the deeper his grave would be dug. [Name] picked up the man and sat him in front of the cabin. The hunter could hear the man weakly say something before walking back inside and locking all the windows and doors.
He sat down on the couch to think. He knows that the stranger is a vampire, the very thing he was born and raised to kill. He should have no issue, this was his purpose. But the longer he thought about him, the more he thought about those eyes. Eye’s that gazed at him with so much guilt, but he hadn’t done anything to the hunter. This ghoul had humanity.
He grasped the silver cross and looped its chain around his hand. [Name] gave it a small kiss and prayer before putting it around his neck, and walking to the front door. He listened through the door. Nothing. The door creaked slowly as it opened. [Name] peeked his head out to see the man sitting on a dead tree stump. The man's clothes and hands are dirty with mud from dragging himself. The stranger was looking at his reflection in the murky water of a puddle. Eyes scanning his drained skin and new teeth.
His boots mushing against the wet slurry made the stranger look up. The hunter looked down at him, “What’s your name?” A cold command slipped past his lips.
“My name is…Leon.” It took him a moment to find it. He looked up waiting for the hunter to speak, but the looming figure stayed silent. This ghoul has a name. [Name] has never killed something intelligent. He has silenced screams and gurgles, but never sentences. The longer [Name] looks at the man the more he feels like he has seen him before. “Where…did you come from?” The hunter said quietly.
Leon closed his eyes. Searching. “I am-was…a knight for the royal family.” He glanced back at the puddle. “My men were slaughtered in that tavern. A beast wrecked its way through us all.” His hands clenched into fists, “And I called myself a man. A knight.” Animosity dripped from his tone, voice getting rougher the more he talked.
Leon knew what he had become. He shouldn’t be talking, or breathing right now. He should be lying with the fallen, among the rats and gore. But here he was. Saved by a man who had all the tools and strength to kill him. He’s seen his kind before. The king has his own hunters, but this one seems to be at war with himself. He can hear it, the hunter’s heart pounding like a drum.
“Why won’t you cleanse me?” Leon asked with the will of a broken man. [Name]’s eyes widened, he started many sentences before stropping himself each time. He gave up and looked at the cross, “I don’t know why myself. Perhaps, you’re just too human.”
The two let the sound of the night fill the silence left by the hunter’s words. The songs of birds signaled the coming dawn. [Name] looked through the dense forest to see the edges of morning on the horizon. He couldn’t leave Leon out here to burn.
“Come with me.” [Name] spoke as he leaned down, giving Leon his shoulder to stabilize himself. The sitting man nodded as he stood up slowly. [Name] quickly led him inside and locked the door before leading him back to the couch. Mud tracking their path.
The hunter left to prepare the bath, and clothes for his new guest. He came back to Leon, and brought him to the bath. “How are you feeling?” The hunter asked cautiously.
“Drained.” The other replied as he sat on the edge of the porcelain tub. His eyes travel to the trail of filth leading from him to the hallway.
“Fresh clothes are on the rack…Are you in need of assistance or…” The hunter asked unsure.
“I should be fine.” He replied, testing his arms. [Name] nodded before walking out and closing the door. Leon slowly discarded his ruined clothes on the ground before slipping into the hot water. He grabbed the sponge that sunk to the bottom of the tub and scrubbed away the debris. His wounds have been healing slowly, faster than a human, but not enough for a ghoul. He lacked the proper nutrients to repair himself.
After scrubbing his body raw and picking the flood and dirt out from under his finger nail he dries off. The soft towel smells like the sun, and the fresh clothes softer than anything the king’s servants gave him.
He walked out to find [Name] kneeling and scrubbing the floor, he looked just about done. The hunter’s face was covered by swaying hair, muscular forearms shown from rolled up sleeves, and his toned back moving with each scrub. “I’m sorry for the mess.” Leon muttered as he stood behind him. [Name] stopped at the voice. Dropping the sponge into the dirty bucket and standing up while picking it up.
He looked around for any more dirty spots as he remembered the bathroom. “It’s been worse.” [Name] said simply as he walked away, leaving Leon alone in the living room. He looked around, pictures hung on walls, but none of them looked happy. Faces of steel looked at him, not even their poses were relaxed. The more he looked the more plain everything was. The bare minimum. The most interesting thing was [Name]’s gun. Beautifully crafted, as elegant as it was lethal.
Reaching out to touch it only to pull away with sizzling pain. He let out a hiss at the sensation, slight steam rose as the skin became tender. He quickly walked towards the couch as [Name] walked out.
The hunter walked to the window and peeked out the curtain. “I’m gonna go into town and get you something to eat. Stay here.” [Name] spoke bluntly as he collected his things and walked out the door.
The cabin stood in silence. Trapped in the house and no need to sleep grew boredom. A few hours felt like eons. Mindlessly walking around and staring at cold expressions behind glass. Faces whose eyes never seem to look away from you, no matter where you go.
The pit in Leon’s stomach grew. His body was telling him what he needed, but he refused to listen. He had almost bit the man who saved him. He tried to peek through the blinds himself, only to have that familiar sizzling pain.
A few hours had passed, and [Name] returned with a metal flask. “I’m back.” The hunter spoke, his voice eventually reaching Leon who was laying on the couch. Heavy boots walking into the living room as Leon sat up spotting the flask in the other man’s hand. Even through the sealed cap. Something he craved desperately.
“Who is it from?” Leon’s voice tinged with guilt. He tried to quell the urge to rip it out of [Name]’s hands and chug it down.
“What it’s from is an animal. Pork blood.” [Name] spoke with a slightly offended tone as he handed it to the starving man. Leon’s finger shook slightly as he twisted off the cap. The smell shot through his nose as his stomach pleaded. Immediately putting the flask to his lips and drinking messily. Blood with small chunks dripped past his lips, down his chin, and splashed on the fresh shirt.
The more he drank the faster his wounds healed. Gashes and tears sewing themselves back together. He popped off the lip with a gasp for air. Despite how badly he needed it the blood itself was bitter, almost sour. “Doesn’t seem like you enjoyed that.” [Name] commented as he took off his boots.
“It’s just..sour.” Leon replied while wiping the excess blood with his hand, only to lick it away seconds later. A content sigh leaving him.
The former knight had nowhere to go. So he stayed with [Name], and the cycle continued for months. [Name] goes into town weekly to buy animal blood in bulk during the day, and hunts at night. This was the first time in years that [Name] had someone else to talk to outside of his missions. Both of them were awkward for the first few months, but over time they started to ask more questions.
They had both befallen tragedies. Both lost loved ones. Seen things that no human ever should. Things that brought them closer. On nights that [Name] had spare alcohol, he’d drink till he swayed. The vampire tried to drink like he had before, but he doesn’t feel it anymore. [Name] got more lively though, telling grand tales of his missions and slaying beasts while Leon slips glances at him. His lips, his legs, and everything in between.
Those were the same night that broke [Name] down. Memories he tried to bury flood back to him, beat him while he slurs out pleas, but Leon was always there. He had more of a heart than anyone [Name] had ever yet before, despite not being alive. He stayed, he consoled, he listened.
When [Name] was out on missions all Leon could do was think of him. He knew it was only a matter of time before he lost a fight. He knew it best.
It was a year into his stay that Leon’s nightmare became true. The hunter had come home with small cuts, but nothing like this. He could smell him before he even made it inside. [Name] burst through the door, clothes damp with the same crimson that seeped from his lips. Bloody hands slam the door and sloppily lock it. Leon came running to see the other man sink to the ground.
“What happened?!” The pale man exclaimed while rushing over, and crouching beside him. [Name] tried to speak, but the pain was far too great. Blood spilled through his fingers as he held his side. Leon's eyes lingered on the blood. He wanted to drink all of it. Leave nothing behind, but shook away enough to think clearly.
He ran to grab the same supplies [Name] used on him. As soon as he got back he got to work. He moved [Nams]’s hands, and lifted his shirt. The long slashes ran from his hip to his chest, and they were deep. Deep enough to see striations. Each movement caused the blood to ooze out slowly, and each time Leon had to fight the cloud that threatened to take over.
He moved fast and efficiently, using his skills when healing his own injured men. Eventually Leon laid [Name] down on his bed. When he went out to clean the mess he almost gave in. Almost sank to his knees and licked the floor clean, and ringing out the bloody clothes onto his tongue. He had fantasized about it for so long. How [Name] would taste and how he would feel, but he stopped himself. He felt dirty, a filthy animal.
[Name] didn’t wake until the next night. Head aching, and sore wounds begged him to remain still. He didn’t listen though, rarely did. “Don’t get up yet. Just rest…Please” Leon spoke from the chair beside [Name]’s bed, gently pushing his shoulder back down.
Pale blue eyes stare at [Name] as he looks back, but as soon as they make contact the pale one dart away. “I think you should rest for a while.” Leon couldn’t look him in the eyes. He had never felt that scared before when he saw [Name] last night. Not even in fighting wars. No reprimand from any king, or the thrust of a blade could have made him feel like that. He could have sworn his heart was pounding, even though it ceased its beating long ago.
“You’re going to die from this one day. You almost did.” [Name] just looked at him confused. “I’m going to die regardless. You have no control over that.” He took a breath, “When the time does come though, you’ll get this place all to yourself.” He spoke with a small smile. It was one of the few times Leon had seen him look happy outside of a bottle of ale.
“I don’t want to be alone.” His voice shook as looked back at [Name]. “I…I can’t lose someone again.” Tears started to prick at his eyes, pale blue irises in a rising sea. He breaks down in silent sobs. Shoulders shaking as he leans down, head in his hands.
A bandaged [Name] reached out and pulled one of Leon’s hands and held it to his bed side. “I’m not leaving any time soon.” He then pulled the man to feel his heart beat. Steady. Alive. A heart that pulses for both of them.
Leon looks at his hand on [Name]’s chest, “I love you.” The words just spilled out, but he never took them back. [Name] gripped the other’s hand tighter,
[Name] gently pulled him down to his lips. Leon’s arms shot out to the sides of the injured man’s head. Soft, yearning to make up for lost time. Moving in sync, hands mapping each other’s bodies.
“You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.” Leon muttered as he pulled away from the kiss, panting slightly.
“My exact thoughts when I first saw you.” The man replied under him, staring up through lidded eyes.
“Promise me you’ll take a break from hunting. Please.” Leon buried his face in the man’s neck. Giving small kisses, restraining to bite. The man’s breath beneath him became more heavy.
“I-I promise.” The words left the injured man breathlessly. Hands clutching the back of Leon’s shirt. “I need you.”
Leon pulled away. Hovering over the others lips, “When you get better.”
