RE fiction dump
Author: fonulyn
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Why don’t you look at me instead | PG13 | Chris/Leon | 571 words
Chris hated watching Leon like this, dark and moody, brooding over something he could not talk about.
Dedicated to ravanna, like all the RE fic I write :) An old request of hers.
Chris hated watching Leon like this, dark and moody, brooding over something he could not talk about. He was supposed to be the dark guy here, the tough and untouchable one, while Leon was the one to see humor in the darkest of situations, cranking a joke that would make everything seem better although Chris always pretended to be annoyed by it. Classified information, Chris snorted inwardly, half of their lives was classified and the other half they kept all for themselves, couldn't share it with anyone. It was like living a double-life, one for work and one inside the walls of the small apartment they shared without anyone knowing they did.
Yet that was why they understood each other so well. At least one of the reasons why. Chris liked to think there were other reasons, too, and when Leon finally looked up at him and there even was a hint of a smile dancing on his lips he quite believed it. He didn't talk about any of this, though, opting out whenever he got the chance. It wasn't in his nature to talk about his emotions, what was going on in his mind. But he knew that the other man understood him anyway. Maybe that was the beauty of it, after all.
Wordlessly Chris hopped to sit on the table, ignoring the annoyed growl from Leon as he managed to crumple some of his papers in the progress, smudging them as he parked his butt on some unfinished document. Not that he cared, he even raised his boot on the table as if to emphasize that fact. Only a quick turn and he was sitting right on the spot where Leon's papers had been sprawled on just seconds earlier, facing the other man. "When do you have to get going?"
Leon gave him a sulky look, carefully straightening the papers he had managed to save thanks to his quick reflexes. Inwardly Chris noted that it looked quite enticing, watching those long fingers smooth the edges of the papers. "In an hour, I told you so. The conference -" He didn't get any further than that before the papers were grabbed from his hands and he yelped, jumping up to reach for them. The movement brought them face to face, Chris's hand on his chest and suddenly those papers didn't seem to be all that important any longer. "No, I mean to Europe."
"In two weeks. Give or take a couple of days." Leon answered automatically, not even thinking of the words. Their gazes were locked as they kept on staring each other in the eye, neither of them wanting to be the first one to blink. Finally, after what felt like a small eternity, a grin ghosted over Chris's lips and a tiny twinkle appeared in his eyes. "Good. Plenty of time still."
"Plenty of time for what?" Leon snorted as he quickly aimed to grab the papers back, reaching past the slightly taller man who still was sitting quite contently on the table and on half of his documents. He blamed that for being distracted when he didn't even realize his wrist was grabbed in a vice-like grip, twisted behind his back in a way that trapped him close, so very close, to the other man. "At least not for the damn papers." The answer came in a low growl, the grin widening, and Leon couldn't help but laugh.
Meet me in the rain | PG13 | Chris/Leon | 585 words
Somehow, Chris had grown to love the rain.
Dedicated to ravanna, again! Another old request of hers.
Somehow, Chris had grown to love the rain. Which was kind of ironic since he definitely didn't enjoy standing in a puddle of mud, huge cold raindrops hammering down on him and making him feel like he was freezing all the way to the bone. He wasn't one of those persons to sit at a window and trace the trail the raindrops left there, either. He simply loved rain. Was calmed down by it. Whenever there was the thrumming of raindrops on the roof at night, he slept better than ever. Almost without nightmares. Almost like normal people. At least he supposed so, he had never been good at normal anyway.
Besides, it felt to him that every single important day, every single good day, in his life had one way or another included rain. It rained when he was six and his class won the soccer competition in his age group, that was the first thing he remembered and ever since it had been raining on good days. It had been raining when he got accepted to the academy and when his future career had been set. It rained when he returned home from Raccoon City, finally. It rained when he finally found out Claire was safe - and now that he thought of it, he remembered his mother telling him how it had been raining on the day his sister was born, too.
Most importantly, it was raining when he met him.
He still remembered the moment like it had been yesterday. Like it had been branded into his memory and it was already six years ago. He didn't visit his sister often but then, for some reason, he had decided to drop by and see if she was home. She was, but not alone. She had had company and when Chris had stepped into the room, still dripping wet from the rain, and spotted a tall, slim man, who just stood up from the couch, he automatically asked if it was Claire's boyfriend. The response he got was just laughter and a short "silly, he's just a friend", before Claire had disappeared into the kitchen with the promise of bringing him a beer.
It had left the two men alone in the living room and that was when Chris could've sworn time had stopped. It was embarrassing if one asked him, how he had been squirming a bit like a schoolboy, just because of the intense gaze of those pale blue eyes. The gaze that refused to look away. In pretended casualness he had offered his hand to the other man, grinning in what he hoped was a confident way although he wasn't sure about that at all. He probably looked like a complete fool already then. That was at least how he felt but when he asked about it afterwards, apparently no one else had noticed his nervousness.
It had been there, though. Increasing even further when a warm hand had gripped his own, the handshake firm and friendly. But nothing had prepared him for the sight of that cocky grin, as the other man smiled at him.
"Hey. The name's Leon."
There had been times he was cursing that moment, had wished it had never happened and had been frustrated to the very core. There had been times when he had wished he could've taken back the decision to visit his sister that fateful day. But now? If one asked Chris now, that was the best day of his life.
Can’t let go | R | Leon/Ada | 454 words
It seems their paths are destined to cross, but never meet, never join to go on together as one.
Written for pi_ankh! I’m sorry it’s kinda angsty ;~; The moment in question mentioned in this fic. Request here.
“You are going to just leave.” It’s a statement, not a question, and Leon freezes in mid-movement whether he wants it or not. Slowly, he turns around, but doesn’t raise his gaze. He would do anything to avoid those burning eyes, the fire within that seems to burn right into the deepest parts of his soul. He can feel it, can feel those eyes on him, even when he tries his best to ignore it.
“You know I have to.” Leon speaks softly, so silently it’s almost inaudible. Yet he knows that Ada hears every single syllable as well as if he had yelled it. He also knows he isn’t the only one who is going to leave. If he would stay, Ada would leave instead. It seems their paths are destined to cross, but never meet, never join to go on together as one.
Nothing can change how things are. Nothing can change how they are. What they do. How they live their lives. Not when work was always the most important thing and no one managed to pierce through that.
Still, a part of him can not let go. The silence stretches on and finally Leon looks up, only to find Ada looking straight at him. Her lips are pursed, her face blank of all emotion. But her eyes tell so much more. “Ada,” Leon whispers as he steps closer, raises a hand to brush his fingers against her elbow. It’s like his throat is laced up, the cutting edges of the words get stuck before he can utter a single one of them.
The next thing he notices is that Ada steps closer as well, notices a warm body pressing against his own. Her fingers are pressing to the side of his neck, fingernails scratching just noticeably. With her free hand she is holding on to his jacket, tight enough to keep him there whether he wants it or not. The edges of the fabric are digging into his skin, but he barely even realizes that.
There is only her scent, the softness of her lips, the way her body is yielding against his own. Her mouth is hot, her hands warm, and somehow he can’t think of anything else. There is nothing submissive in the way she kisses him, challenging him to touch and to back off, both at the same time. He isn’t passive, either. He nearly rips her dress off her as he takes what he’s been yearning for god knows how long.
They both know there can be nothing between them. They both know there can be everything between them. But for those few hours, in the darkness of the night, they do not think. They feel.
Stop killing yourself | PG13 | Chris/Leon | 615 words
Sometimes, Leon thinks he’s too tired for all this. Sometimes, he just needs a little confirmation.
Requested by ravanna ♥ I hope you like it. The request is here.
Sometimes, Leon thinks, he is so tired he could just crawl into a silent corner and sleep for a week. He doesn’t even remember the last time he’s slept more than one, two hours at once and even less the last time he slept enough to keep him completely lucid. It almost feels like he’s sleep-walking, like someone else is guiding his steps and he doesn’t even really feel alive.
Yet he’s got to push. He can’t give up, not now. He doesn’t know how long he stays there, leaning against the sturdy table, his eyes closed as he fights sleep. But he knows ne needs to keep going, he needs to keep moving, since otherwise he won’t get through this. It is how things always go and he can’t wait to get back home. He counts minutes.
Ironically, when Leon goes back home, he doesn’t want it anymore. He opens the door to his apartment and kicks off his shoes, wipes a layer of dust off the small table in passing by. It’s so silent. It’s so empty. It almost feels like stepping into a tomb and suddenly he feels strangely claustrophobic. Maybe it’s that, or maybe it’s the tiredness, but he is unsuspecting and doesn’t realize anything out of the ordinary before the lights flip on.
Leon startles, looking up to meet a pair of eyes he’s more than familiar with. “Chris.” He whispers, unable to find anything else coherent enough in his mind. His hand stops midway to his thigh, aiming for the knife, and he lets it drop limply to his side instead. “What are you doing here?” He asks as the other man is still silent, still unmoving, leaning against the wall and watching him. A part of him is happy to see him, happy that he doesn’t need to be alone now. While another part is full of confusion.
“When did you last eat?” Chris answers with a question instead, his eyes sharp and unrelenting. Leon flinches, his eyes widening just a little, barely noticeably. He doesn’t even remember. His silence seems to be enough of an answer though and Christ heaves a huge sigh as he pushes himself off the wall. “Come. I’ll get you something.”
Silently Leon follows him into the kitchen and watches him dig through the cabinets without a word. Somehow he manages to find instant soup and curses as he can’t find a clean pot for it. The whole scene makes Leon smile tiredly as he leans against the countertop. “You don’t need to.” He points out softly but Chris just grunts at him as a reply.
A moment after, Chris is suddenly standing right there. Close. Way too close. It’s like they’re breathing the same air and Leon finds his heart stopping for a second. “Stop killing yourself.” His voice is rough, hoarse with emotion and Leon wishes he would be able to decipher all that. An easy answer is lying on his tongue but he changes his mind. He swallows it down instead, decidedly avoiding the other man’s gaze.
Then. Chapped, dry lips brush against his own and Leon’s eyes snap open wide. After the initial shock everything goes down in a blur. There are strands of hair between his fingers as Leon reaches out and pulls Chris even closer. There is a large palm on his side, a thumb pushed underneath his shirt to brush over warm skin. There is a strong body pressed against his own and soon long arms wrap around him, almost tentatively.
Distantly, Leon thinks he has never been kissed like this. He wonders if he should step away and break the moment.
Then, he stops thinking.
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…I was just taking a break from schoolwork to post these. They’re mostly written longer ago (except the last one). I hope they’re decent!
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Why don’t you look at me instead | PG13 | Chris/Leon | 571 words
Chris hated watching Leon like this, dark and moody, brooding over something he could not talk about.
Dedicated to ravanna, like all the RE fic I write :) An old request of hers.
Chris hated watching Leon like this, dark and moody, brooding over something he could not talk about. He was supposed to be the dark guy here, the tough and untouchable one, while Leon was the one to see humor in the darkest of situations, cranking a joke that would make everything seem better although Chris always pretended to be annoyed by it. Classified information, Chris snorted inwardly, half of their lives was classified and the other half they kept all for themselves, couldn't share it with anyone. It was like living a double-life, one for work and one inside the walls of the small apartment they shared without anyone knowing they did.
Yet that was why they understood each other so well. At least one of the reasons why. Chris liked to think there were other reasons, too, and when Leon finally looked up at him and there even was a hint of a smile dancing on his lips he quite believed it. He didn't talk about any of this, though, opting out whenever he got the chance. It wasn't in his nature to talk about his emotions, what was going on in his mind. But he knew that the other man understood him anyway. Maybe that was the beauty of it, after all.
Wordlessly Chris hopped to sit on the table, ignoring the annoyed growl from Leon as he managed to crumple some of his papers in the progress, smudging them as he parked his butt on some unfinished document. Not that he cared, he even raised his boot on the table as if to emphasize that fact. Only a quick turn and he was sitting right on the spot where Leon's papers had been sprawled on just seconds earlier, facing the other man. "When do you have to get going?"
Leon gave him a sulky look, carefully straightening the papers he had managed to save thanks to his quick reflexes. Inwardly Chris noted that it looked quite enticing, watching those long fingers smooth the edges of the papers. "In an hour, I told you so. The conference -" He didn't get any further than that before the papers were grabbed from his hands and he yelped, jumping up to reach for them. The movement brought them face to face, Chris's hand on his chest and suddenly those papers didn't seem to be all that important any longer. "No, I mean to Europe."
"In two weeks. Give or take a couple of days." Leon answered automatically, not even thinking of the words. Their gazes were locked as they kept on staring each other in the eye, neither of them wanting to be the first one to blink. Finally, after what felt like a small eternity, a grin ghosted over Chris's lips and a tiny twinkle appeared in his eyes. "Good. Plenty of time still."
"Plenty of time for what?" Leon snorted as he quickly aimed to grab the papers back, reaching past the slightly taller man who still was sitting quite contently on the table and on half of his documents. He blamed that for being distracted when he didn't even realize his wrist was grabbed in a vice-like grip, twisted behind his back in a way that trapped him close, so very close, to the other man. "At least not for the damn papers." The answer came in a low growl, the grin widening, and Leon couldn't help but laugh.
Meet me in the rain | PG13 | Chris/Leon | 585 words
Somehow, Chris had grown to love the rain.
Dedicated to ravanna, again! Another old request of hers.
Somehow, Chris had grown to love the rain. Which was kind of ironic since he definitely didn't enjoy standing in a puddle of mud, huge cold raindrops hammering down on him and making him feel like he was freezing all the way to the bone. He wasn't one of those persons to sit at a window and trace the trail the raindrops left there, either. He simply loved rain. Was calmed down by it. Whenever there was the thrumming of raindrops on the roof at night, he slept better than ever. Almost without nightmares. Almost like normal people. At least he supposed so, he had never been good at normal anyway.
Besides, it felt to him that every single important day, every single good day, in his life had one way or another included rain. It rained when he was six and his class won the soccer competition in his age group, that was the first thing he remembered and ever since it had been raining on good days. It had been raining when he got accepted to the academy and when his future career had been set. It rained when he returned home from Raccoon City, finally. It rained when he finally found out Claire was safe - and now that he thought of it, he remembered his mother telling him how it had been raining on the day his sister was born, too.
Most importantly, it was raining when he met him.
He still remembered the moment like it had been yesterday. Like it had been branded into his memory and it was already six years ago. He didn't visit his sister often but then, for some reason, he had decided to drop by and see if she was home. She was, but not alone. She had had company and when Chris had stepped into the room, still dripping wet from the rain, and spotted a tall, slim man, who just stood up from the couch, he automatically asked if it was Claire's boyfriend. The response he got was just laughter and a short "silly, he's just a friend", before Claire had disappeared into the kitchen with the promise of bringing him a beer.
It had left the two men alone in the living room and that was when Chris could've sworn time had stopped. It was embarrassing if one asked him, how he had been squirming a bit like a schoolboy, just because of the intense gaze of those pale blue eyes. The gaze that refused to look away. In pretended casualness he had offered his hand to the other man, grinning in what he hoped was a confident way although he wasn't sure about that at all. He probably looked like a complete fool already then. That was at least how he felt but when he asked about it afterwards, apparently no one else had noticed his nervousness.
It had been there, though. Increasing even further when a warm hand had gripped his own, the handshake firm and friendly. But nothing had prepared him for the sight of that cocky grin, as the other man smiled at him.
"Hey. The name's Leon."
There had been times he was cursing that moment, had wished it had never happened and had been frustrated to the very core. There had been times when he had wished he could've taken back the decision to visit his sister that fateful day. But now? If one asked Chris now, that was the best day of his life.
Can’t let go | R | Leon/Ada | 454 words
It seems their paths are destined to cross, but never meet, never join to go on together as one.
Written for pi_ankh! I’m sorry it’s kinda angsty ;~; The moment in question mentioned in this fic. Request here.
“You are going to just leave.” It’s a statement, not a question, and Leon freezes in mid-movement whether he wants it or not. Slowly, he turns around, but doesn’t raise his gaze. He would do anything to avoid those burning eyes, the fire within that seems to burn right into the deepest parts of his soul. He can feel it, can feel those eyes on him, even when he tries his best to ignore it.
“You know I have to.” Leon speaks softly, so silently it’s almost inaudible. Yet he knows that Ada hears every single syllable as well as if he had yelled it. He also knows he isn’t the only one who is going to leave. If he would stay, Ada would leave instead. It seems their paths are destined to cross, but never meet, never join to go on together as one.
Nothing can change how things are. Nothing can change how they are. What they do. How they live their lives. Not when work was always the most important thing and no one managed to pierce through that.
Still, a part of him can not let go. The silence stretches on and finally Leon looks up, only to find Ada looking straight at him. Her lips are pursed, her face blank of all emotion. But her eyes tell so much more. “Ada,” Leon whispers as he steps closer, raises a hand to brush his fingers against her elbow. It’s like his throat is laced up, the cutting edges of the words get stuck before he can utter a single one of them.
The next thing he notices is that Ada steps closer as well, notices a warm body pressing against his own. Her fingers are pressing to the side of his neck, fingernails scratching just noticeably. With her free hand she is holding on to his jacket, tight enough to keep him there whether he wants it or not. The edges of the fabric are digging into his skin, but he barely even realizes that.
There is only her scent, the softness of her lips, the way her body is yielding against his own. Her mouth is hot, her hands warm, and somehow he can’t think of anything else. There is nothing submissive in the way she kisses him, challenging him to touch and to back off, both at the same time. He isn’t passive, either. He nearly rips her dress off her as he takes what he’s been yearning for god knows how long.
They both know there can be nothing between them. They both know there can be everything between them. But for those few hours, in the darkness of the night, they do not think. They feel.
Stop killing yourself | PG13 | Chris/Leon | 615 words
Sometimes, Leon thinks he’s too tired for all this. Sometimes, he just needs a little confirmation.
Requested by ravanna ♥ I hope you like it. The request is here.
Sometimes, Leon thinks, he is so tired he could just crawl into a silent corner and sleep for a week. He doesn’t even remember the last time he’s slept more than one, two hours at once and even less the last time he slept enough to keep him completely lucid. It almost feels like he’s sleep-walking, like someone else is guiding his steps and he doesn’t even really feel alive.
Yet he’s got to push. He can’t give up, not now. He doesn’t know how long he stays there, leaning against the sturdy table, his eyes closed as he fights sleep. But he knows ne needs to keep going, he needs to keep moving, since otherwise he won’t get through this. It is how things always go and he can’t wait to get back home. He counts minutes.
Ironically, when Leon goes back home, he doesn’t want it anymore. He opens the door to his apartment and kicks off his shoes, wipes a layer of dust off the small table in passing by. It’s so silent. It’s so empty. It almost feels like stepping into a tomb and suddenly he feels strangely claustrophobic. Maybe it’s that, or maybe it’s the tiredness, but he is unsuspecting and doesn’t realize anything out of the ordinary before the lights flip on.
Leon startles, looking up to meet a pair of eyes he’s more than familiar with. “Chris.” He whispers, unable to find anything else coherent enough in his mind. His hand stops midway to his thigh, aiming for the knife, and he lets it drop limply to his side instead. “What are you doing here?” He asks as the other man is still silent, still unmoving, leaning against the wall and watching him. A part of him is happy to see him, happy that he doesn’t need to be alone now. While another part is full of confusion.
“When did you last eat?” Chris answers with a question instead, his eyes sharp and unrelenting. Leon flinches, his eyes widening just a little, barely noticeably. He doesn’t even remember. His silence seems to be enough of an answer though and Christ heaves a huge sigh as he pushes himself off the wall. “Come. I’ll get you something.”
Silently Leon follows him into the kitchen and watches him dig through the cabinets without a word. Somehow he manages to find instant soup and curses as he can’t find a clean pot for it. The whole scene makes Leon smile tiredly as he leans against the countertop. “You don’t need to.” He points out softly but Chris just grunts at him as a reply.
A moment after, Chris is suddenly standing right there. Close. Way too close. It’s like they’re breathing the same air and Leon finds his heart stopping for a second. “Stop killing yourself.” His voice is rough, hoarse with emotion and Leon wishes he would be able to decipher all that. An easy answer is lying on his tongue but he changes his mind. He swallows it down instead, decidedly avoiding the other man’s gaze.
Then. Chapped, dry lips brush against his own and Leon’s eyes snap open wide. After the initial shock everything goes down in a blur. There are strands of hair between his fingers as Leon reaches out and pulls Chris even closer. There is a large palm on his side, a thumb pushed underneath his shirt to brush over warm skin. There is a strong body pressed against his own and soon long arms wrap around him, almost tentatively.
Distantly, Leon thinks he has never been kissed like this. He wonders if he should step away and break the moment.
Then, he stops thinking.
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…I was just taking a break from schoolwork to post these. They’re mostly written longer ago (except the last one). I hope they’re decent!