An update! Quick for me since I have trouble organising my time and I never have any time left to write. Anyway, to clarify some things: yes, there will be mansex eventually but I want to get a plot going and Chris is clearly straight...yes, I know it's fiction but straight men don't just jump into bed with men.

Well, you might if you are a man but if you do, you should ask yourself some serious questions. Secondly, if you're only reading this for mansex, expect it around chapter... one million since I can never predict what I'm doing. Sometimes things just lead that way and before I know it, bang! They're doing it in chapter four. But honestly, I want to get some plot going, throw in a few mutants and have some gunfire. After all, we play the games so let's get that feel to the story. Plus, I'm currently on my third run of Resident Evil 5 so I'm going to want to write about that stuff.

Hope you've all finished it yourself! (If you have, don't you just love dressing Chris up in that safari outfit? That outfit alone deserves a fic of its own...maybe throw in gangsta Leon too)

Chapter Two

"I'm thinking maybe we got off on the wrong foot," Chris said as he took a seat across from Leon at the dinner table. Dinner wasn't being served and he was unsure as to whether or not he was to make his own.

He had found his partner's home to be surprisingly pleasant, a complete contrast to its owner. It was homely with the essentials and a few personal possessions here and there that added a certain character. The small pool he saw through the double glass door looked especially inviting in the heat and the soft bed in his own room was just waiting for him to rest his weary head.

Leon looked up from the file he was reading. Chris assumed it was their mission brief but he wasn't going to ask.

"As I said, I'm not looking for a friend or a new partner. I like to do things by myself," he mumbled, looking back at the file.

Chris smiled, pushing the file slightly in a playful manner. "I take it that means there isn't a Mrs. Kennedy about then."

"I don't know what your implying there," Leon said, not even bothering to look up this time. He wasn't in the mood for Chris, or any other human, disturbing him.

Chris cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He was what you would call your typical man. There were only a few things going through his mind at any given time and the majority of them were sexual. If any sentence had any sort of sexual connotation, he would point it out and accompany it with a vulgar hand or hip gesture,

"All I'm saying is that you seem like a nice guy and if we're going to be living together for a couple of weeks then we should try to get along."

Leon closed the file promptly. "How exactly do I seem like a nice guy?" He watched Chris shrug and wave his hands in a dismissive fashion. "And a couple of weeks? From what I see here," he gestured at the file, "this will take a couple of days at the most. If you don't piss around or fall and sprain an ankle, we could probably have it done in a few hours."

"I was hoping I could stick around for a while and sightsee…" Chris said in an innocent manner, pushing out his bottom lip. He ignored the spiteful comments. He wasn't going to pick fights with a man who had the power to leave him homeless.

"I seriously hate you already." He got to his feet, walking over to the kitchen counter and taking a biscuit from a box on the side. "This is just a paycheque for me," he said, biting into the biscuit.

Chris scoffed. "At least we have one thing in common then." He stared at the bowl of fruit on the table, noticing how ripe and delicious it looked. "I forgot to mention that my bag was incinerated. Blown up. Set on fire. I don't know. It's gone though and I need toiletries and clothes and all that jazz."

Leon stared at Chris in disbelief. He didn't even know the man or anything about him and he already had very low expectations of him.

"If you write a list, I'll pick you some things up. I have to buy some things for myself as it is," he said as he walked away, still munching on the biscuit. He had concluded that it was probably better to never ask questions about anything Chris did. The answers would only kill off valuable brain cells.

Chris watched as Leon left the room before he took hold of an apple. He took a bite out of it; a small droplet of juice ran down his chin and with the back of hishand, he wiped his mouth. Stubble was already forming on his chin so when he took hold of a pen and paper, he made sure to put a razor and shaving foam at the top of the list.

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The local supermarket was just around the corner, convenient and reasonably priced but it didn't matter to Leon and he was never one for shopping. It didn't matter if it was for toiletries, clothes, food, furniture or a house. He just disliked it. Luckily, the locals hated him and never engaged in conversation, which was even better since his Italian was lacking.

He picked up the various items, including a bottle of kids cherry hair shampoo that brought a smile to his face, even if he did think it was ridiculous for a fully-grown man to be using fruit scented shampoo.

He soon reached the area where the pregnancy tests were. His eyes shot around the shop floor as he stepped even closer, his hand reaching up towards them before it shifted over near the condoms and tossed a bottle of warming lubricant into the basket.

He had never once stopped to think that the hostile attitude that came from the shop assistant that served him each time could be a result of him, a male and one with such a feminine haircut, buying lubricant. Having come from a rather liberal family and growing up in an easygoing neighbourhood, his sexuality had never been a problem. Although he never disclosed it to anyone unless they asked, it was his main reason for staying distant from partners and it was his main reason for avoiding them altogether.

He wasn't scared of them judging him. He didn't care for what they thought of him, whether it was concerning his sexual preferences, his eating habits or his job. He never cared for what people had to say and because of that, he found it was just easier to distant himself from anyone. It was just simpler.

That didn't mean he was a man without needs. Far from it, he had needs but unlike most, he didn't need the emotional baggage that came with a relationship. He was okay finding a young man in a club and fulfilling his wants in one night.

He let the cashier quickly ring up his items as he stood there, browsing the items. "Cigarettes," he said, pointing to the packets behind the counter, making sure the cashier gave him the same packet that he'd seen Chris take out of his pocket momentarily, a few moments after they had first met.

He wasn't sure if Chris needed any but he didn't want to find out what happened to his new partner when he got a nicotine craving. He had seen people with all sorts of cravings go without their fix and it wasn't pretty.

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Chris stood outside on the patio, looking up at the high walls around the garden. There was no one looking out of the windows in the surrounding buildings and there were no sunbathers. He glanced down at the crystal clear water, his throat drying up.

It only took a few seconds for him to decide to slowly begin unbuttoning his shirt, stripping the material from his sweaty body before he kicked his boots off. Another glance around and he unbuckled his belt, popping the button open and pulling the fly down. His trousers instantly fell down and with one last look around he hooked his fingers under the elastic of his boxers and tugged them down, pushing all his clothes to one side.

He threw his arms up in the air, his hands meeting to a point as he steadied himself on the edge of the pool. With a flip of his feet and a bending of his knees, his body propelled into the air and in seconds, his naked body was encased in water.

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Leon struggled with his keys as he balanced the bags on his arms. Within moments, he staggered through the door, dropping the bags on the kitchen table. His ears instantly caught the sound of moving water and without any hesitation; his hand dove into the kitchen drawer and took out a handgun.

He loaded it quickly, throwing himself against the wall nearest the double glass doors. He pushed one open with his foot, immediately noticing the pile of clothes on the floor and then the body underwater.

Before it could fully register with him, the sound of skin gripping metal grabbed his attention. He kept his gun out, pointed at the metal steps out of the pool. He could only watch, frozen as Chris climbed out, water cascading down his naked back and running over his firm buttocks as he placed both feet on the stone steps. He turned around, running his hands through his hair and flexing the muscles all over his body to shed off excess water.

Leon felt a large lump in his throat and he swallowed hard, the gun in his hand shaking slightly. He let his eyes run all over his new partner's body. His firm abs; his bulging biceps; the small trail of hair leading down from his stomach to a patch of denser curls just above his generously sized cock.

It was only then that Chris noticed that Leon was staring at him with a gun pointing in his direction. He jumped back slightly, standing in a defensive stance, clearly not ashamed of his body, as he made no attempt to cover himself.

"What the hell are you doing? I know you might hate me but shooting my balls off will not do anyone any good," Chris stammered, his eyes shifting around and looking for something that could be used as a weapon.

Leon stared at him for a few moments more, his eyes fixated on Chris's golden skin, before shaking his head. He emptied his gun and let his hand fall to his side. "When did I say you could swim in my pool? And naked at that," he asked, still frozen.

Chris shrugged, his entire body still dripping as he moved towards Leon. He rubbed his hands over his chest as he walked, the water spreading over his skin and leaving it glistening. As he reached Leon, he placed a hand on his shoulder in a friendly way.

"I was hot and sweaty and I didn't have any toiletries so I didn't see any point in wasting water by having a shower. Get over it; we're all men here. Just don't go aiming a gun at my balls every again," he said, taking hold of the gun from Leon's grip and walking back in the house, leaving a stunned Leon alone on the patio.

He swallowed hard, his hand still gripping the gun by his side. It would take a while to get that image out of his head. He kept replaying it over and over in his head: Chris pulling himself out of the water and walking in slow motion on a loop. He didn't even want to waste time trying to erase it from his memory. He wanted to cherish it; savour it…even if it did mean that a small blush would creep onto his face every time he looked at his new partner.

Now you all have a feel for my writing and you can decide whether you want to stick with me. I actually went to Italy earlier this year and I found the supermarkets impossible...okay, it was because I didn't realise there was an upstairs to the shop. I'm actually well into writing the next chapter so keep your eyes peeled for an update. Reviews are nice but I know some of you are shy and scared of me because clearly, I'm horrible. Also, does anyone know how to leave a few lines between paragraphs? I tried but it reformats it back so I've had to put a dot between. Anyone know how to solve this?