Blood for Wild Blood (Part 2)
Title: Blood for Wild Blood
Fandom: Resident Evil
Pairings: Leon/Luis
Warnings: near death experiences, canon-typical gore and injuries
Word Count: 1177 (1888)
Disclaimer: If I owned it, Luis would be alive.
Summary: The wolf that Leon rescues is far more than it seems.
Part 1
Luis runs from the shack at full speed, the sound of frustrated shouting still ringing in his ears. He feels slightly bad about leaving Leon to fend for himself, but if anyone can make it on his own, it's special agent Kennedy. The man is just as strong as the wolf thought, well-trained and determined, able to kill ganados with little more than his bare hands.
As opposed to Luis, who really needs his fucking gun. It's hidden on the path leading toward the castle, stashed before he shifted the last time. Sometimes the Spaniard wishes he could take more than his clothing when he switches between forms.
Can't complain too much though, he thinks as he ducks behind a tree and starts to change again. El lobo is the only reason that I'm still alive.
Things are different as a wolf. The scents are sharper, the colors dimmer, and his instincts closer to the fore. Indeed, he finds himself struggling to leave Leon once he's fully shifted, the part of the wolf that aches for pack not wanting to go far.
Luis truly likes the agent, what he's seen of him, but he isn't sure the feeling is mutual. Even if it is, that's bound to change once Leon knows the truth. No soy un buen hombre. So he shoves down the wolf's instincts and takes control, running back into the brush even as the sound of gunfire starts up down below.
Before he was captured, the Spaniard had been planning to cross the river and hide until night fell. Then he could sneak back into the castle under the cover of darkness to get the sample his contact wanted for his life. Luis can't do that anymore, not with the bridge destroyed, but the rest of the plan should still be workable.
So the wolf keeps up a steady place as he runs back toward the village, sticking to the deeper forest and avoiding open areas. Landmarks are different like this, but he's spent enough time in this form that he can navigate. Luis grew up here after all; he'd once known these woods like the back of his paw and he'd grown reacquainted after he returned. Shifting was his secret stress relief when he still worked for Los Illuminados and his method of escape once he'd reached his breaking point.
Indeed, the wolf makes good time and soon he's passing by the old church, where he pauses for a moment when a new scent fills the air. Someone soft and floral, sweet but tinged with fear, beneath the foul scent of the ganados, the scent of parasites.
That must be la princesa, trapped and waiting in her tower for the arrival of her white knight. But that's not the wolf; he's not a hero, and he doesn't let himself stop there for very long.
Just past the church are rocky cliffs and the wolf quickly finds an alcove, a small overhang where he can curl up out of sight. So Luis tucks his nose against his tail and makes himself more comfortable, before allowing the exhaustion of the last few days to drag him down into a doze.
---
He's snapped awake by screaming. The wolf's head comes up and his ears twitch, trying to narrow down the source of the sound. It's hard to pinpoint the direction over the howling wind and rain that's now pouring down outside his alcove; it seems a heavy storm rolled in across the village after the sun set.
But then the wolf hears another crash and he's sure that it was close. Curiosity wins out over caution, his fur soaked through almost instantly as he darts into the night.
Between the darkness and the storm, Luis would be completely blind in his other form. But the wolf is built for this and he lets his ears guide him, following the sound of gunshots to the top of the rocks.
Down below, Luis sees Leon facing off against el gigante in a makeshift arena. The man is using every inch of space on offer to dodge and weave around the monster, penned in by rocks and wooden fences on all sides. Skilled as Leon is, the odds are stacked against him and one mistake would be enough to destroy him utterly.
When the agent barely manages to avoid another wild swing, the wolf lets out a howl as the instinct to protect his pack overrides all else. He leaps down into the arena and nips at the heels of el gigante, barking to draw its attention.
“Hey, it's that dog!” Leon exclaims and Luis would be insulted - No soy un perro - if he wasn't too busy trying not to be squashed flat.
But for all its power, their enemy is slow and stupid, easy to distract. The wolf runs el gigante around in circles, dodging trees and massive fists as Leon empties shot after shot into its back.
Eventually, the monster screams and staggers, the plaga bursting out from underneath its skin. The agent doesn't even hesitate. He nimbly scales the giant's back and lays into the parasite with his combat knife. The speed of that false claw, the quick slice of bloody metal, makes the wolf howl again. The thrill of the hunt fills him, the need to make his pack grow stronger and prove that together they are apex predators.
Leon leaps back to safety when the plaga slips back into hiding and then their deadly dance starts over. The wolf's teeth dig into infected flesh as the agent pulls a grenade from somewhere, the explosion rocking their enemy back on its feet. El gigante bellows in pain, giving Leon the chance to shoot again.
A few more blasts from the man's rifle and the plaga reappears, once more sliced to ribbons beneath the agent's blade. This time the monster can't recover. This time the giant topples, hitting the ground with a crash that shakes the very stones.
As soon as el gigante dies, the arena gates creak open. Some sort of fair play on the part of the ganados, or perhaps a mechanism simply shaken loose. Either way, Leon is free to continue on his mission and the wolf flops down on the rocks in satisfaction. That was a fine hunt and Luis has earned a moment to catch his breath again.
Before he leaves, Leon scours the arena for supplies, extra herbs and ammo tucked away into his pouches. Then he turns to go, though he pauses by the wolf on his way towards the gate.
“Thanks, bud,” the agent says, reaching up to scratch his head. “You can help me any time.”
With that Leon jogs off down the path and the wolf should leave as well. Now that night has fallen, there's no excuse for dawdling. It's time for Luis to retrieve his gun, steal his golden ticket, and maybe if he's lucky, find out if he and Leon can be pack in his other form as well.
Part 3 (Original RE4 version)
Part 3 (Remake Version)
Fandom: Resident Evil
Pairings: Leon/Luis
Warnings: near death experiences, canon-typical gore and injuries
Word Count: 1177 (1888)
Disclaimer: If I owned it, Luis would be alive.
Summary: The wolf that Leon rescues is far more than it seems.
Part 1
Luis runs from the shack at full speed, the sound of frustrated shouting still ringing in his ears. He feels slightly bad about leaving Leon to fend for himself, but if anyone can make it on his own, it's special agent Kennedy. The man is just as strong as the wolf thought, well-trained and determined, able to kill ganados with little more than his bare hands.
As opposed to Luis, who really needs his fucking gun. It's hidden on the path leading toward the castle, stashed before he shifted the last time. Sometimes the Spaniard wishes he could take more than his clothing when he switches between forms.
Can't complain too much though, he thinks as he ducks behind a tree and starts to change again. El lobo is the only reason that I'm still alive.
Things are different as a wolf. The scents are sharper, the colors dimmer, and his instincts closer to the fore. Indeed, he finds himself struggling to leave Leon once he's fully shifted, the part of the wolf that aches for pack not wanting to go far.
Luis truly likes the agent, what he's seen of him, but he isn't sure the feeling is mutual. Even if it is, that's bound to change once Leon knows the truth. No soy un buen hombre. So he shoves down the wolf's instincts and takes control, running back into the brush even as the sound of gunfire starts up down below.
Before he was captured, the Spaniard had been planning to cross the river and hide until night fell. Then he could sneak back into the castle under the cover of darkness to get the sample his contact wanted for his life. Luis can't do that anymore, not with the bridge destroyed, but the rest of the plan should still be workable.
So the wolf keeps up a steady place as he runs back toward the village, sticking to the deeper forest and avoiding open areas. Landmarks are different like this, but he's spent enough time in this form that he can navigate. Luis grew up here after all; he'd once known these woods like the back of his paw and he'd grown reacquainted after he returned. Shifting was his secret stress relief when he still worked for Los Illuminados and his method of escape once he'd reached his breaking point.
Indeed, the wolf makes good time and soon he's passing by the old church, where he pauses for a moment when a new scent fills the air. Someone soft and floral, sweet but tinged with fear, beneath the foul scent of the ganados, the scent of parasites.
That must be la princesa, trapped and waiting in her tower for the arrival of her white knight. But that's not the wolf; he's not a hero, and he doesn't let himself stop there for very long.
Just past the church are rocky cliffs and the wolf quickly finds an alcove, a small overhang where he can curl up out of sight. So Luis tucks his nose against his tail and makes himself more comfortable, before allowing the exhaustion of the last few days to drag him down into a doze.
---
He's snapped awake by screaming. The wolf's head comes up and his ears twitch, trying to narrow down the source of the sound. It's hard to pinpoint the direction over the howling wind and rain that's now pouring down outside his alcove; it seems a heavy storm rolled in across the village after the sun set.
But then the wolf hears another crash and he's sure that it was close. Curiosity wins out over caution, his fur soaked through almost instantly as he darts into the night.
Between the darkness and the storm, Luis would be completely blind in his other form. But the wolf is built for this and he lets his ears guide him, following the sound of gunshots to the top of the rocks.
Down below, Luis sees Leon facing off against el gigante in a makeshift arena. The man is using every inch of space on offer to dodge and weave around the monster, penned in by rocks and wooden fences on all sides. Skilled as Leon is, the odds are stacked against him and one mistake would be enough to destroy him utterly.
When the agent barely manages to avoid another wild swing, the wolf lets out a howl as the instinct to protect his pack overrides all else. He leaps down into the arena and nips at the heels of el gigante, barking to draw its attention.
“Hey, it's that dog!” Leon exclaims and Luis would be insulted - No soy un perro - if he wasn't too busy trying not to be squashed flat.
But for all its power, their enemy is slow and stupid, easy to distract. The wolf runs el gigante around in circles, dodging trees and massive fists as Leon empties shot after shot into its back.
Eventually, the monster screams and staggers, the plaga bursting out from underneath its skin. The agent doesn't even hesitate. He nimbly scales the giant's back and lays into the parasite with his combat knife. The speed of that false claw, the quick slice of bloody metal, makes the wolf howl again. The thrill of the hunt fills him, the need to make his pack grow stronger and prove that together they are apex predators.
Leon leaps back to safety when the plaga slips back into hiding and then their deadly dance starts over. The wolf's teeth dig into infected flesh as the agent pulls a grenade from somewhere, the explosion rocking their enemy back on its feet. El gigante bellows in pain, giving Leon the chance to shoot again.
A few more blasts from the man's rifle and the plaga reappears, once more sliced to ribbons beneath the agent's blade. This time the monster can't recover. This time the giant topples, hitting the ground with a crash that shakes the very stones.
As soon as el gigante dies, the arena gates creak open. Some sort of fair play on the part of the ganados, or perhaps a mechanism simply shaken loose. Either way, Leon is free to continue on his mission and the wolf flops down on the rocks in satisfaction. That was a fine hunt and Luis has earned a moment to catch his breath again.
Before he leaves, Leon scours the arena for supplies, extra herbs and ammo tucked away into his pouches. Then he turns to go, though he pauses by the wolf on his way towards the gate.
“Thanks, bud,” the agent says, reaching up to scratch his head. “You can help me any time.”
With that Leon jogs off down the path and the wolf should leave as well. Now that night has fallen, there's no excuse for dawdling. It's time for Luis to retrieve his gun, steal his golden ticket, and maybe if he's lucky, find out if he and Leon can be pack in his other form as well.
Part 3 (Original RE4 version)
Part 3 (Remake Version)