AN: This one is going to be short. Five chapters, I think. Believe it or not, this is what really happened the first time Leon and Luis met in that little room. I know... I couldn't believe it either!

Rating/Warnings: NC17/Yaoi, harsh language

Disclaimer: I do not own "Resident Evil"

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Leon rounded the corner swiftly, gun held firmly in front of him. He was prepared for anything... he thought. Sharp blue eyes darted expertly around the large wooden room, but that didn't seem to ease his nerves in the least. He moved slowly toward the window on the adjacent wall, peeking out warily and saw nothing.

Thunk...

The agent whipped around, trigger finger ready to blow away anything he didn't like. It was a strange sound... from inside the tall bureau on the far wall. The rustling seemed to get more frantic as Leon approached. He didn't want to guess what was inside, but he was pretty sure he wasn't going to like it.

He knitted his brows and set his back against one of the doors. The barrel of his gun was pointed to the ceiling as he reached for the knob... cold metal sending shivers through his body. His eyelids fell briefly and he took a deep breath. The knob clicked open as he exhaled and something tumbled, less than gracefully, from the small confine.

Leon's gun was set immediately on the questionable target. Male... long dark hair, lightly tanned skin, roughly the same height and build as him, and... wide dark eyes. They looked frightened... lost... pleading. The man shook his head avidly, but his eyes never left Leon's. It was a welcomed change from the mindless beastly excuses for humans he'd encountered thus far and he relaxed his hands.

He lowered the gun slowly and bent to offer aid. This man didn't act like the rest... His movements were more natural and filled with... humanity. This guy shouldn't be one of them, and if he was... Leon figured he deserved to die if he could make such a rookie error in judgment.

The guy seemed to calm a bit and didn't react when Leon reached for the tape across his mouth. He pulled up a small corner with his finger and yanked, eyes still locked, muscles ready to spring into action. The man winced and furrowed his eyebrows with what was most likely discomfort more than pain. Leon stared until the stranger spoke.

"A little rough don't you think?"

Leon smirked and rolled him over. Spanish... probably a local, but what was going on with his clothes? All the others had been wearing typical farmer's clothes and labor garb. This guy had on a Victorian style shirt underneath an elaborately embroidered vest... suede, maybe... with pearl buttons down the front. He definitely was--

"You're... not like them?"

The voice rang in Leon's ears again snapping him out of observation-cop mode and into conversation-cop mode. He made short work of the binding on the Spaniard's wrists glancing to the back of his head. Wavy hair... goatee... "No."

"Good..." The man rolled to his side, rubbing his wrists, and faced Leon.

They eyed each other for a moment and he spoke again... soothing.

"It would be a shame to have to kill someone so..."

Leon raised a brow and watched those dark eyes roll over his body. "'So' what?"

"Hnh..."

In what seemed like a quarter of a second, the Spaniard was mere inches from Leon's chest. His eyes widened and he toppled backward, bracing his rear-end landing with his hands. This guy was close... and he was getting closer. What the hell?! "Wh—what are you doing?!"

"Showing my gratitude."

That soothing voice again... Brown hair lowered in front of him and there was metal clinking and unusually familiar movement around his lower stomach. He heard a zipper and his eyes went impossibly wide. He tried to back away and held up a frantic hand, pushing roughly on the stranger's shoulder. "Hey... hey wait!"

There was a smirk then cool air against the rising heat of his groin. "Your mouth and your body don't seem to agree..."

The man looked up to him with a devilish smile and held Leon's eyes. Hands were sliding up and down his thighs. He tried desperately to ignore the tugging at his pelvis. What the fuck was going on?! "Hey... don't, man!"

Fingers clenched around his hips and moved closer... it was quivering now.

"Stop it! Ah!"

It was warm... whatever it was circling his confusing discomfort was warm with a few cold spots. Moving... it was moving now... There was something tightening at his hip and the movement... felt good. His eyes were closed, lips parted, breath heavy. Then there was moisture... wet heat climbing up Leon's length.

"Ngh..."

"Hnh..."

Blue eyes flew open at the low pitch of the smirk. Leon watched in panic as the brown head shifted until suddenly... There was nothing... Wet... hot... so good... slippery... movement... Leon clenched his eyes again and his head fell back. He moaned to the ceiling of the flimsy structure as the strange man worked miracles. It was good... really good...

On reflex, Leon moved not really sure what he was doing. His hand set on the bobbing head. He shifted his legs spreading his hips wider losing himself in the feeling... the amazing sensation in his groin was like nothing he'd ever felt before. It certainly wasn't the first time it had happened, but it was looking good for being the best. The hand supporting him started to tremble. He fisted it to keep it from giving out as the other hand combed through the thick course locks of the Spaniard.

'Shit... I'm going to come... Oh god!'

As if reading Leon's mind, the man started sucking faster, harder... His tongue wrapped around the stiff meat and his lips tightened. Leon's fists hardened and his muscles tensed. His hips started thrusting gently back instinctually and he shuddered.

"Nnngh!"

Leon practically doubled over when he came in the man's mouth, but the hot movement didn't stop. It slowed as he tried to catch his breath. He winced a few more times as the final bursts of orgasm left his body. The moisture retreated and Leon opened his eyes. Brown hair rose and the Spaniard sat back wiping the corners of his mouth. His face was burning. He was so embarrassed... something so strange... How did that happen?

Leon quickly closed his pants and glanced up through damp blonde wisps of his bangs. He caught those dark eyes and immediately looked away... not at him... not at his pants... Anywhere but either of those places... No self-control was really not good.

"Now, I have one very important question."

Soothing... How the hell could he sound so calm after that?! As if nothing happened!

Leon looked toward the man quizzically. "You got a smoke?"

He looked away again and shifted to stand. "I got gum..."

Leon looked back to him as the guy smirked. He surprised himself at how calm he'd managed to sound and sighed looking back to the floor. There was a rustling from the doorway and Leon prepared to move. That voice again... "Perfect. The big cheese."

"What?"

Two human-looking creatures stood just inside the room's entrance. He heard impossibly heavy footsteps approaching... Jesus, a five thousand pound elephant? Leon stood slowly as a very tall man walked in. They didn't stand a chance, but he had to at least try. With clenched fists, the agent moved.

He stepped and brought up his left leg swiftly and felt contact. It took him a second too long to realize the contact made had not been in his favor. There was pain in his foot... Hand? That guy stopped a kick with his hand? The last thing Leon remembered was flying unwillingly through the air and he heard a crash... then there was black...

When he came to, Leon's hands were bound. He tried to move, but the weight on his back shifted. That guy... the Spaniard. Leon shook him awake and winced when the man tried to move. They only had a few minutes to talk when Leon heard footsteps again. They didn't sound nearly as heavy as the last ones he remembered... in that room... where that happened.

Leon's face flushed. He clenched his eyes and took a deep breath. No time to think about that now... His ears tuned into the footsteps. Heavy, but not unusually so, and... something dragging? The thing rounded the corner and Leon's eyes widened. He and the Spaniard shuffled and argued as it raised the axe and Leon saw...

"Now!"

They pushed apart just as the blade hit the shackles separating them. The thing attacked again and Leon moved. His foot connected successfully with it's upper body and glided it smoothly, but roughly, into the wooden wall. The two men watched as the body hit the floor with a satisfying snap, the head twisted at an angle no one, or thing, could live through.

There was heavy panting at his side and Leon looked to the man... Luis, he called himself. He looked spooked... panicked again. He scrambled to his feet and dashed out of the room. Leon gazed after him confused and sore. He stretched as he stood and looked again to the thing on the floor. What the hell was going on around here?

TBC...

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Weird, huh? Since this one has a difinitive ending (which has already been written), I'm going to try to put up the new chapters every couple of days. I hope it was enjoyable. Reviews and criticism are always welcomed and appreciate. Thank you.