vowing theirs lives for each other, death be damned, they're in this together.
consider chris suggested an exercise routine to keep both of their asses sober. leon took this as a challenge. they both refuse to back out bcuz they see the other's wellbeing as utmost importance.
I think that when Leon gets home from a mission heāll crawl right into Chrisās lap. The first time it happened, Claire was there and complained about them being gross next to her, but then she realized that Leon stripping out of his gear and shoes and pants wasnāt sexual, and him trying to force his way under Chrisās shirt was entirely sensory seeking (she was clued in by Leon angrily huffing at a too-tight shirt Chris was wearing, demand he takes it off, and then angrily huffs again and says āwish you could take your skin off too. I need to be inside of it with youā) and she got used to them doing that. Sherry is always amused, Piers and Jake take pics of them and are making a scrapbook out of it (Jakeās therapist says he needs a creative outlet :) ) and everyone else just says theyāre weird. Sometimes when Leon is extra huffy, someone will throw a weighted blanket over them and tbh, they should do that every time, because Leon will be passed out within like 5 minutes if they do. He loves two things: being squished and trying to crawl into Chrisās skin.
When Leon brings home Grace and Emily (they need a break pretty fucking immediately after RE9 actually, I think they need to regroup for a couple days to catch up on sleep, get checked out, and maybe get Grace a new apartment if she doesnāt have a second bedroom) she follows Leon inside and her and Emily are immediately shown him stripping down to an undershirt and boxers (thank god they always shove him in a high pressure shower after he gets out of infection zones, or this would be a much smellier reunion) and proceeds to climb into a very big-naturals manās lap and complain that he needs to be in that manās skin with him.
Claire takes pity on them and brings them to the kitchen to make hot drinks and order dinner so no one has to cook. Grace asks if Claire thinks Leon didnāt trust her enough to mention heās got a husband and Claire just laughs and says he 1: forgets that people who arenāt his coworkers wouldnāt know heās got a husband and 2: he assumes everyone under 25 has embraced bisexuality at this point, that he has a theory that 90%+ of the world is bi or gay and just a social stigma holding them back.
Also Leon forgets that normal people talk about their lives outside of therapy. Grace is relieved that Leon doesnāt think sheās a bigot (she thinks sheās an ally, she just hasnāt realized yet) and laughingly admits that she called him mom at one point she he didnāt even mention it.
Claire just puts a hand on Graceās and kindly tells her āsorry. Heās adopted you now. There will be no take backs. You are adopted now. Heās gonna compartmentalize himself as mom from now on.ā And Grace has never felt so warm inside. New dad/mom now??? Wow.
Anyways. Emily experiences hot cocoa for the first time ever and then a truly impressive sugar high before she crashes in Roseās bed with her for the night. It was honestly funny. Rose got excited too and might have shown some of her own powers as well. Lmao. Grace is just relieved to know sheās not the only one raising an Interesting Child.
Chris: *filming himself on the couch with Leon laying on his chest, under his shirt, and shoving a hand through the neck hole so he can stroke Chrisās jaw* āwhen youāre overstimulated af but your velcro boyfriend needs to exist in your skin or heāll start crying š„ŗā
Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Chris Redfield; Jill Valentine x Carlos Oliveira
Summary: Jill and Leon are struggling when they realize that their significant others sound almost the same.
[or the fic where I decided it will be fun to play with all the characters just because Jeff Schine is voicing both: Chris and Carlos in new RE titles]
A/N: This is my first fic for this fandom, so please be gentle.
Please enjoy :)
TW: Mentions of alcoholism, canon-typical violence.
Can be also read on AO3
"What you got there?"
Leon waits for his husband's arms to snuggle around him, distracting him from the task of arranging snacks on the kitchen island. It is usual occurrence for Chris to disturb Leon's work for the snuggle time, when he feels affectionate.
Their whole family finally had some spare time and decided to use it to catch up during the barbeque. Everyone gathered at Chris and Leon's house, making use of their new grill and spacious backyard. Their loved ones roam around the house and Leon makes sure that the all strategically placed stations (snacks, drinks, utensils, ect.) are well stocked.
What is unusual is that the embrace doesn't come. There is no warm body leaning against his back and tracing nose on Leon's nape. Instead there is an awkward clearing of the throat few steps behind him. Leon turns, still expecting his husband.
However, there is different man standing near him, with questioning look etched on his face, probably wondering why Leon is ignoring him.
Leon fumbles, trying to save the situation from turning more awkward than it is, "Hi, Carlos. Sorry, got lost in my head." His eyes quickly leave the man in front of him, focusing on the bowls that his hands play with in an effort to look nonchalant. "You need anything?"
Leon can feel Carlos' gaze, assessing situation and moving on from his odd behavior "I'm looking for a snack for Jill." He steps next to Leon, taking in the selection spread on the counter.
"Looking for something specific?" he tries to help him, just to make this encounter end quicker.
"Maybe?" Carlos answers, tapping his fingers on granite top. "Do you have any nuts?"
"Sure, second cabinet from the fridge" Leon points the finger in that direction. "Why nuts, though?"
"Not filling enough, but will keep her busy enough to not harass Chris about taking his sweet time with grilling" Carlos smirks, fondness sparkling in his eyes at the thought of his girl. "Thanks, man." and he steps to the backyard, leaving Leon in the kitchen.
Leon leans a hip next to the sink, crossing his arms on his torso, thoughtful expression on his face.
He could've swear that he heard Chris, not Carlos. Huh.
-O-
Jill can't remember when was the last time she had so much fun while bowling.
It was a normal, fall evening; no work, no chores, just the time to enjoy themselves. Chris and Leon suggested spending it at a bowling alley. Jill agreed, hoping to mop the floor with Chris' ego. They had a standing rivalry, who was better, going all the way to their time as a part of the S.T.A.R.S.
Rebecca and Claire also decided to join them, but abstaining from the competition (knowing quite well how quickly it might get out of hand), just enjoying casual play.
In all of this, Leon and Carlos became cute cheerleaders for their respective partners and expert trash-talkers when situation called for it.
So Jill wasn't surprised when she heard enthusiastic "Gimme a kiss!"
She leaned her head on the backrest of her seat, waiting for her vision to be obscured by the mop of shaggy hair and for the warm lips to be placed on hers.
When nothing happened, she looked around, only to notice Leon placing exaggerated smooch on Chris and slapping his ass, wishing him good luck on his next round.
"You okay, there, Jill?" Claire asked, taking a sip of her beer.
Before she could answer, Carlos plopped next to her, placing their fresh beers on the table in front of them and placing his arm around her to cuddle her into his side. He left a kiss on her scrunched brow in attempt to relax her. It helped, but Jill was still left wondering what just happened.
That was weird.
-O-
"Thanks for agreeing to this." Leon claps Carlos's back as they enter the ring designated for sparing sessions at their local gym.
Leon asked Carlos to join him at the gym to help him get back into shape. Couple of months ago, on a mission, he torn his back muscle (which shouldn't surprise him, looking how many times B.O.W.s liked to threw him through the walls). Due to straining profile of his job (yeah, no shit!) and his advancing age (he wasn't that old, he just entered his 40's, thank you very much) he received extended medical leave.
"Yeah, no problem." Carlos smiles at him "I'm glad you reached out. I could use a gym buddy."
"Me too. You don't even know, how big of a favor you're doing to me" Leon chuckles slowly warming up his body.
"Uh, oh. Trouble in paradise?" Carlos stretches next to him.
"No, not really. I love that man with my whole heart, but..." Leon hesitates. He takes a breath between exercises, to gather his thoughts "It's just that whenever I get back from the mission with more serious injury, more than your standard scrapes and bruises," Carlos nods, showing that he follows Leon's explanation "Chris becomes a little..."
"...Overbearing?" Carlos supplies when Leon trails off.
"Yes. I love that he cares and wants to protect me, that he takes such a diligent care, but with him cranking it up to eleven, nurse Redfield starts to grind on my nerves, especially when I'm going stir crazy from inaction" Leon frowns at himself. He didn't intend on spilling his frustrations onto the other man.
"I get it, man. Jill can also be intense about stuff like that" Leon's eyes widen at the statement. "But just like you said, even if you know it comes from the good place, such a behavior can be grating on already frayed nerves."
"Okay, enough of this chit chat." Carlos straightens up. "From what do you want to start?"
"Are you up to some boxing?"
"Hell yeah, let's do it!" Carlos lights up at the suggestion.
And so, they start. Quick on their feet, they circle each other, lightly throwing punches at the other. Leon paces himself, not being up to his usual form. He is also careful with his movements, not wanting to throw his back again.
After half an hour of such exercise, Leon can see that Carlos is not feeling it. It is clear to see that he restrains himself quite a lot to match the pace set by Leon. Not wanting to bore the guy to tears, he throws him a bone, "Wanna switch to free spar?"
"Bring it on, blondie." Carlos smirks at him and doesn't wait for his first move, already lounging in Leon's direction.
And this is where Leon steps into dangerous territory.
Not because of physical danger. They are of similar build and in that regard they're evenly matched. Carlos's smaller skill set (compared to Leon's extensive training) evens out with Leon's physical abilities after injury.
It is because of the sounds that Carlos makes.
Leon noticed some time ago, that Chris and Carlos have similar voices to each other. In few instances, Leon could've swear that it is the same voice.
So with every deep grunt and innocent whimper coming from Carlos, more sweat beads on Leon's forehead, heart picking up it's pace. His mind is also a traitor, supplying images that correspond more than less to the sounds he is witnessing.
"Can't keep up, blondie?" Carlos taunts him, when they separate from each other. This tone of voice, this specific sentence, it really is scratching at Leon's psyche, costing him his focus.
"You wish, Oliviera"
They resume their sparing, but it is not long, when Leon has to tap out.
He's put into headlock, Carlos asking him "Had enough, Kennedy?", snapping Leon's last defenses, his mind surrendering.
It's that damn voice!
Desire travels down his spine like electric shock, his mind conjuring images of his husband whispering something similar. Reminding Leon how such sessions ended between them, with clothes discarded around them, sweaty bodies grinding against each other in desperate attempt to reach the climax, ecstasy swimming in their blood, satisfying the need for each other.
Leon quickly taps at Carlos's arm, yeilding.
He needs to get out of this situation before it gets awkward.
"You okay, man?" Carlos asks, probably worried about hurting him in any way.
"Yeah, yeah, just had enough for today" Leon tries to reassure him, without showing his panic at the thought of how his opinion would change, if he knew what was going inside Leon's mind.
How could his wires cross so bad?
"Okay, then." Carlos takes a swing from his water bottle, that they both left at edge of the ring. "That was a good work out. Want a rematch in some time?"
"Sure, but maybe not in the close future, I don't think I up to par quite yet" Leon agrees, hoping that until that time comes, he will have his head fixed and screwed on properly.
"Let me know when." Carlos claps him on his back, making his way to the locker room. "See you this weekend, right?"
"Right, see ya!" Leon says goodbye, face hidden in his hands.
He should take a shower, scrub his brain clean, go home and ask for not-so-gentle touch of his loving husband.
He wouldn't mind a few well-placed spanks from nurse Redfield.
-O-
Jill makes her way down the corridor, her pace slow, boots heavy on the wooden floor.
The hallway is long and cold, rain drumming against the windows, thunder rumbling after the lightning flashes.
She reaches for the door on her left, but it's closed. Her lock-pick won't work on it. Of course it won't work, why would it? Nothing is as it's supposed to be in that damn mansion.
Her gun trembles in her hands, frustration prickling at her eyes.
Jill just wants to escape this house of horrors. Is it to much to ask for?
She resumes her walk. She has to believe that there is an exit.
Otherwise, she's in Hell and there is no escape.
Glass from one of the windows breaks behind her. Jill readies herself for the zombie dogs to swarm her as she turns.
But there is only grey mass with palpitating red heart, claws scratching at the floor.
She doesn't hesitate. Jill empties whole magazine in the creatures beating vulnerability.
Tyrant doesn't even flinch. Only steps closer to her.
Jill turns and runs. She needs a better weapon. She needs to find safe room. The box there has what she needs.
But the hallway elongates. With every step there is more ground to cover.
She doesn't make it.
Sharp claws swipe at her and she lands in the rubble of Raccoon City's buildings, her side torn to shreads.
Large explosion shakes the ground but doesn't muffle heavy steps making way towards her.
Fire licks around her, heat stealing precious oxygen.
Jill needs to get up. She can't let that ugly motherfucker get to her.
Everything hurts. Her legs don't want to cooperate. She feels helpless and hates it.
She's S.T.A.R.S. and she should be able to deal with this.
But there is heavy fist, lifting her up.
Mutated freak screeches at her, before slamming her body through the street.
Tears drip from her eyes, vision blurry. She is in so much pain.
"Oh Jill," voice from the past taunts her "You thought there was an escape?"
She glimpses blonde hair and crimson eyes.
"There is no escape" Wesker smirks at her. "There is no freedom."
The device burrows into her skin, latching onto her sternum, sending shock waves of pain through her body.
"Hey, hey. Everything is okay."
Familiar voice snaps her from her nightmare.
Jill takes a slow breath, her eyes still close. Phantom pains travel through her body.
"Good. Yes, take a breath. In and out. In. Out."
Jill follows the instructions, Carlos's voice soothing her nerves. She wishes he would touch her. Her skin might be a little clammy, but that never stopped him from calming her down. She relies on his touch, on helping her re-calibrate after the nightmare.
"There. That's better."
Jill's breath evens out. She's definitely calmer now. Her heart no longer wants to rip through her ribcage and her hands no longer tremble under her chin.
"Leon, baby, please. Everything's okay."
Jill's eyes snap open. And she remembers.
She is not in her bed at home. There is no soft sheets around her and stable presences of her boyfriend next to her.
Jill lays on the cot at the safe house. Chris, her best friend, sits across from her, on his own cot. His back is to the wall, phone close to his ear, exhaustion etched on his face.
Right. They're waiting for the evac after surprisingly successful mission.
She blinks tiredly, pressure building behind her eyes.
Chris's voice still travels to her ears, fueling burning jealousy in her chest.
Jill wants that comfort that he's providing to Leon.
Longing that she feels for Carlos is chocking her. The need for her partner to be next to her in her time of need is overwhelming.
She just wants her safe heaven. Warm arms and loving voice murmuring sweet nothings in her ear.
Jill turns on her cot, her back to Chris, wishing to stop feeling.
There are too many emotions to experience. So she wishes to go numb, because there is no comfort to be had.
-O-
Chris steps out on Jill and Carlos's balcony, cool night air hitting his warm skin.
Jill called him to ask if he and Leon were interested in a double date at their place. They couldn't say no (they liked spending time with the other couple), especially when they learned that Carlos was cooking.
So here they are, spending quality time with their friends.
Chris leans on the balcony's railing, pulling nicotine patch and slaps it onto his bicep. His hands itch for the familiar shape of a cigarette between his fingers. He promised Leon that he will quit smoking for good.
Sliding door hiss behind him and another body leans next to him, taking in the view of the city below them.
"Needed a break?" Carlos asks him.
"You could say, that old habits die hard" Chris chuckles. "Now I understand what Leon went through when he quit drinking." He fidgets with his lighter. Chris might be simplifying his husbands experience with fighting alcoholism, but Carlos doesn't need to know all the struggles the other went through and how painful that time in their lives had been.
"He always says that I should quit because the smoke smells fucking disgusting and that he doesn't want it setting in in the furniture. I believe him, he hates the smell," Chris laughs, facing Carlos "but I also know that he worries about my health and that he wants to prolong my existence on this world, especially with the work we do. And I can't fault him for that."
"You love him very much, don't you?" Carlos quietly asks.
Chris frowns at the other man, "Weren't you there when I promised to cherish this self-sacrificing idiot to the ends of times in front all of those people? Maybe my memory is playing tricks on me and Jill brought other shaggy man with her?"
The joke lands as intended and Carlos laughs at him, "Yeah, I was there, your memory is not that bad for your old age"
"Ouch" Chris fakes the hurt at the age comment.
"But it is different promising something and then actually going through with it, isn't it?"
Carlos's question shifts the mood of their conversation. Chris frowns at that, not sure how to proceed. He looks at the other man, how he plays with his fingers, restless energy emanating from him.
"Do you think they're happy?" Carlos ask and Chris already knows about who the other man is alluding to.
Both of them immediately turn in the direction of the sliding doors, looking at their significant others. Leon and Jill are sitting at the opposite sides of the couch, talking and smiling. They are probably having a pun-off.
"Yes." Chris is so sure of the answer. There is no doubt in his mind about it.
Carlos turns away from the site and heaves a deep sigh.
"Sometimes I feel like she doesn't need me." He shares with Chris. "She's amazing and strong woman. She survived so much and she still faces new challenges with that determined fire burning so brightly inside her. And I feel like I'm not worthy of her. Like she could do better than me."
Chris understands younger man's struggle. He had the same thoughts regarding Leon. The worry of not being enough. Of not being perfect match. Wondering why Leon was wasting time on him when he could do so much better?
He won this battle with his doubts, but not alone.
"Would you believe me, if I told you that I had the same doubts as you?" Carlos looks a little bit shocked at the information.
"You?" he asks in disbelief "No way, man."
"Yeah." Chris chuckles, but after the second he gets serious. "Leon had his fair share of partners and I didn't believe that I had a chance with him. But he proved me wrong." Memory flashes in Chris's mind of his fumbled proposal of a date and the response he got, that was a complete opposite of what he was expecting. "Even though we started dating, I still had hard time believing it. I was convinced that he could find someone better suited to his needs. But then he showed me that what he needs and wants is me. And from that point on, I know that I'm it form him as he's for me." Chris gets a little bit sappy at that. But what can he do about it? He's just helplessly in love with his husband.
"And you're right." He turns to Carlos and locks eyes with him to convey the message. "Jill is a strong and capable woman and she can do whatever she sets up her mind into. So if she set up her mind on you, then you can be damn sure, she's not letting you go any time soon." Chris puts his hand reassuringly on Carlos's shoulder "But you need to talk to her about that, ok?"
"Thanks man, I needed that" Carlos's relief reaches Chris's ears, just as his hand is clapping him on his back.
"Always happy to help" Chris smiled at the other. "Do you want to change the subject?"
"Yes, please."
"Did you notice that both, Jill and Leon, are mistaking us?"
"It's our voices, isn't it?" Carlos answers him as if he was reading his mind.
-O-
Jill sits next to him on the park bench and gives him the go-to cup.
Leon thanks her and makes himself more comfortable next to her, both of them observing people in the park from behind their sunglasses.
He takes a whiff of a delicious aroma and sips the hot coffee.
"You know why we're here, right?" Jill starts their conversation with a question.
"Yup."
"I think I'm going insane."
"Me too."
"Did you notice this before?" Jill turns her head in his direction.
"That they've the same voice? Nope. It's like their voices are twins. How did we miss it?" Leon shakes his head in disbelief.
"I don't know. I'm sure that Chris didn't sound like that before." Jill tries to remember if her work partner sounded like that in their S.T.A.R.S. days, but she is pretty sure he didn't. "Did he go through another puberty or something?" She asks Leon, because at this point she will roll with any conspiracy theory, just to explain this phenomenon.
"It's probably that damn cigarettes." Leon tries to hide his frustration, but it is a poor attempt according to the Jill's ears.
"Didn't he just quit?"
"Yes, he did." Leon grumbles under his breath. He is happy that his husband is finally taking care of his health. And that he no longer has to smell the smoke. Leon always hated the smell of the cigarettes and he lamented many a times why the love of his life was such an avid fan of such a disgusting habit. "Which doesn't help my case in any way." he frowns. "But as they say, desperate times call for desperate solutions."
"Very desperate times." Jill agrees. "My sex life is in shambles. Dirty talk is a bust." she turns to Leon, lowering glasses on her nose, so he could see the seriousness shining in her eyes. "I have to gag him, because otherwise I see my friends face."
"TMI, Valentine."
"Oh, shut up, Kennedy." Jill scoffs at him. "Let's not pretend that you didn't share worse things with me, knowing perfectly well that Chris is my best friend."
"And who else could I talk about him with? Claire?" They both shudder at the thought of Leon confiding in his sister-in-law about what would help make her brother more hot-and-bothered.
"Don't you have other friends?" Jill ribs at him.
"Just to leave you bored and thirsting for gossip?" Leon retorts.
They are at an impas. So they sit in silence and sip their coffees.
"Do you think they're doing this on purpose?" Leon breaks their stalemate.
"I'm sure of it." There was no doubt in Jill's mind about it. No, there was too much evidence pointing into that conclusion. "It's for sure Chris's idea. And he somehow convinced Carlos to play along."
"Couldn't Carlos come up with the idea?" There is a note of hope in Leon's voice, but it sounds like he tries to convince himself, more so than Jill.
"Do you even know my boyfriend?" Jill quirks an eyebrow at him. "Or better yet, do you even know your husband?"
"Ok, point taken." Leon releases a sigh of defeat. All the different weird situations have Chris's fingerprints all over it.
Another silence befalls them.
"So... what are we going to do about it?"
"I don't know. Confront them?"
-O-
Carlos steps into their bedroom and places the glass of water he brought for Jill on the nightstand next to her side of bed.
She's reading a book, cozy in the bedding. So cozy, that Carlos decides to lay in her lap. He lifts the blanket and crawls between her knees, placing his body there, arms wrapping around her waist, his head resting on her chest. He's sprawled on her like a big cat and Jill huffs at the interuption to her reading.
"Comfortable?" she asks sarcastically, but Carlos knows she doesn't mind.
Jill shifts slightly under him, changing position a little to be still able to read. One of her hands travels to his hair and starts delicately scratching the skin of his scalp.
Carlos wants to relax and fall asleep like this, in Jill's embrace. Just like other times he'd done that.
But his breath doesn't get deeper, his mind is no quieting down. No, his head is filled to the brim with insecurities, still replaying his conversation with Chris. The older man gave him a sound advice and he knows he should follow it and just talk with Jill. But he has hard time bringing the topic to her attention. Maybe he is a coward for rather facing fucking zombies than being vulnerable with the woman he loves.
Jill must've noticed his struggles because she casually asks "What's going in that pretty head of yours?"
"You think I'm pretty?" he teases and is pretty sure that he can hear Jill rolling her eyes.
Okay, he can man up. Jill already made first step by broaching the subject. He can walk with her with this and spill his guts.
Carlos rubs soothing circles on the skin of Jill's back, in the place where his hands rest on her body. "Sometimes... now more than usual, I wonder if you really need me." He whispers into her skin, scared to see the emotions going through her face.
"You're truly a remarkable woman. Accomplished, brave, determined, full of compassion. You could have anyone you would set your eyes on, and yet here you are, entertaining this fool's tender heart with your priceless affection." Carlos confesses.
"You can be quite a poet when you want to." Jill remarks, smile on her face.
But after a few tense seconds, when he awaits her verdict, her somber voice reach his ears. "As you know," she starts slowly "after everything that happened with Wesker, I had a hard time getting back to my life. Integrating myself back to the real life, because I felt broken. Irreparably damaged. I tried to put pieces of myself back to the way they were. But that didn't work. I was scared that I could never be the same Jill that everybody knew."
She takes a deep breath, her book dropping to the floor, abandoned so she can reach around and affectionately caress his scruffy cheek. "Then, you stepped back into my life. You showed me that I can rebuild myself from the pieces I had. That even though I would never be the same Jill I was before, I was still me. And nothing and no one could take that from me."
"You also helped me realize that I can still love and be loved. And you're right, I could have anyone I would set my eyes on, so I hope you will take my next words to heart." Jill lifts his chin up, so he could look into her eyes as she said, "You promised me once, that you won't leave me in Carlos-less world. And I hope you keep it, because you're my whole world." She smiles at him, her eyes misty with the tears.
Carlos's breath hitches in his throat, the sight of Jill getting blurry with the tears in his eyes and his heart grows fuller in his chest, his love for this woman expanding more and more.
"I love you so much" Carlos whispers against Jill lips, just before he kisses her sensless.
"I love you too." she pants out, after they break the kiss to get some needed air back into their lungs.
Jill twist in his embrace, to take a look at the clock on the nightstand, before she turns back to him again, with cheeky glint in her eyes "As midnight seems to be the best time for the confessions, could you explain to me, how the fuck did Chris convince you to mess with me and Leon, hmm?'
Carlos in that moment decides that the best course of action will be to deflect. "I love you soooo muuuch!" he murmurs in the skin of Jill's neck before he starts placing kissing there, tickling her in the process and Jill's laughter reverberates along the walls of their bedroom.
-O-
After he gets home from work, Chris finds his handsomely disheveled husband at the back porch, staring into the night sky full of sparkling stars. He doesn't hesitate and swiftly places himself at Leon's back, his arms going around his husband's waist, placing soft kiss at his nape.
"We really need to work on your stealth." Leon murmurs instead of greeting him.
"I wasn't trying to sneak up on you" Chris clarifies, his nose tracing path along Leon's neck.
"Whatever let's you sleep at night." he can hear the smirk forming on his husband's face.
Chris just rolls his eyes at him, not letting himself to get baited into a quip contest. He just lets himself relax against Leon's back, soaking up the warmth against his chest.
"You smell so good." His hands start wandering against the other's waist, fingers mapping every scar and bump on the soft skin.
"Yeah?"
"Mhm. So good I could eat you." Chris makes his point by scraping lightly his teeth under Leon's ear.
"What else would you do to me?" Leon asks, his breath hitching in his throat.
"I would love to taste every inch of you..." Chris continues, his right hand finding his husbands pec, squeezing it.
"Have you splayed on our massive bed, gloriously naked." he pinches Leon's nipple, receiving as a reward one of his deep moans. "My tongue licking every small crevice, every dip in your skin. Slowly making you insane with the pleasure..."
"Oh, yes!" Leon's hand reaches back, tangling into Chris's short hair and pulling.
"I can see your skin blooming in the shades of red and purple from my efforts, your cock weeping pre-come on your stomach, begging for my attention..." Chris is really getting into that fantasy, his hands working on Leon's body, trying to elicit more of that tempting and seductive moans.
"Mmm... Fuck, Carlos, tell me more!" Leon encourages, whispering into Chris's ear, his ass grinding back into his erection.
Wait... Carlos?
What. The. Fuck.
"What the fuck?!" he doesn't realize that he's voicing his thought out loud.
"Ha, gotch ya!" Leon turns in his arms, mischievous glint in his blue eyes as he looks into Chris's shocked face.
"What the hell was that?" Chris can not process different man's name falling from his husband's lips in the throes of passion.
Leon places his hands around his face, smirking. "This, honey, is retaliation for playing mind-games with mine and Jill's psyches."
"Did Carlos spill?" Chris is sure that under Jill pressure, Carlos would fold like a chair and spill their scheming.
"I should be deeply offended at your lack of confidence in my intelligence." Leon huffs. "You thought I wouldn't notice?"
"I'm actually shocked you didn't catch it sooner. Maybe I overestimated your great detective skills?" Chris knows he's on thin fucking ice with that comment.
"Chris Redfield, you're this close" Chris can see Leon's fingers almost touching, barely any space between them "to sleeping on the couch."
Chris envelops Leon into his arms, placing trail of kisses on his husband's stubbled jaw until he reaches the dimple in his chin. "Is there any way out of this dog house?"
Leon thinks about it for a second "You can put that fantasy into real life. And I wouldn't mind if you ate me out, before you fuck me senseless."
"And all be forgiven?" Chris asks hopefully. That would be preferable sort of punishment for his crimes.
"Oh, honey, no." Leon laughs at Chris's kicked-puppy face "That's just groveling for tonight. Jill and I have special sort of punishment for your two dumbasses."
Leon wraps his arms around his husband's neck, saying "Get to the groveling."
"Yes, sir." Chris lifts him up and wraps Leon's legs around his waist, making their way to their bedroom. He has a really busy night before him.
Leon: *holding toddler Rose in his lap* I did SO give birth to you! I had cravings for ketchup chips and pickles on my pizza for months!
Rose: *giggling because Leon is funny*
Chris: *whispering to Claire* What does he mean by that?
Claire: He started stress eating while you were missing. He ate all your ketchup chips and found out pickles are pretty good on pizza. Not much else to it.
Chris: ahh. Yes. I was wondering where my ketchup chips went, but I was just so happy I wasnāt sleeping on the couch that I didnāt ask about anything.
Claire: thatās fair. He did threaten to divorce you like four times during those months.
my favorite chreon (romantic/platonic) hc is that leon would always make the calculated risk of getting himself injured over chris because he sure as fuck cannot carry the guy without seriously risking both of them. chris can fireman carry leon and use a gun just fine
The idea of Chris meeting rookie Leon before shit hit the fan. But not in some significant way, just passing through, maybe a word or two spoken between them. Leonās bright attitude and easy smile forever confined to slivers of Chrisās memories as when they meet again, that Leon is gone.
Heās haunted, brooding, drinking, angry at the world yet doing his damned hardest to keep it safe. Heās still good, Chris cannot imagine Leon not being so. But the light is dim and Chris loves him. He loves him and heās glad that they could re-meet and get to know each other properly.
But some nights, he lays awake watching Leon. His face relaxed and so similar to the rookie that old Chris never bothered to know.
Now under the cover of darkness and with the moon as his only witness, Chris swears that he would give everything up, just to go back and have at least one day with that rookie.
To map out his smile, to pay attention to the hope in his eyes, to his light tone and carefree laughter. To listen about his old nerdy hobbies, that Leon now scoffs at and waves off as unimportant. To kiss him and taste the shitty coffee from RPDās break room, instead of tears or whiskey as nightmares hunt him daily.
To have more than glimpses of that Leon, before the tragedy that was their lives.
āChrisā¦?ā Leon muttered, opening his eyes lazily, āWhatās with the frown? Itās gonna stick one of these days.ā
Chris said nothing, as Leonās fingers reached out to smooth out the crease between his brows.
And then Leon smiled. It was sleepy and lazy, but now with his hair mussed and face soft with sleep.
Chris saw him again.
That rookie who lived inside his head. That Chris never bothered to talk to, if it wasnāt needed. Too busy, too important, too caught up in stuff that didnāt matter.
Because Leon mattered the most. He saw it now.
Touching Leonās soft face, Chrisās lips trembled as he whispered what he wished, he said all those years ago in the middle of RPDās confusing hallways.
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