Chris has always been battling it out with Leon ever since they joined the force. They both graduated top of their class and both had been offered jobs at the highest ranking police station in Raccoon City, but Leon always managed to be just a little better than Chris. Everything Chris did Leon would do it better and with style. He just couldn't understand how Leon did it.

And now they where down at the firing range because he had bet Leon that he could get more killshots than him. They weren't wagering anything (unless you counted pride) it was just all in good fun but Chris was taking it very seriously. It was his chance to get an ego boost out of besting Leon in shooting and he needed to concentrate. But something distracting him.

Right now they were neck and neck with eachother and Chris was ahead but not by much because Leon was keeping a level head and shooting with confidence. Chris was mesmerized by the way Leon held his gun, arms stretched out in front of him with his elbows slightly bent and his bottom lip caught between his teeth. God, that shouldn't look so hot but it was. Chris hardly noticed it when Leon stopped firing.

"Chris," Leon called out loud enough for Chris to hear past the earplugs. "Your turn."

Chris shook his head, snapping out of his daze.

"Right," he said, stepping up past Leon. He was so close to brushing against Leon that it threw off his aim.

Chris aimed his gun at the target and took a deep steadying breath but it didn't change anything. His gun was cocked and as the bullets cut through the air they sprayed out in all directions, some hitting the target and some missing it by a mile. The loud crack of gunfire left his ears ringing and Chris didn't realize his clip was empty until he heard his gun click three times.

It wasn't his best disposed clip and as he drew his gun back he could already feel the flush creeping along the back of his neck. He knew Leon was quietly cheering inside by his shooting, or lack thereof, but Leon wasn't a smug person. Leon still had one clip left and even though he had clearly won he still stepped up beside Chris to finish the last few rounds off.

Chris watched as Leon goofed off the last clip, noticing that he wasn't trying anymore and that he wasn't about to overkill Chris' pride. He thanked Leon for that. Chris was staring again. Leon wasn't holding the same strong stance as before and the recoil of each round sent him jerking backwards until one of them actually knocked him back on his feet.

In a split second Chris had a chance to intervene and he sprang over to where Leon was falling, catching him before he could hit the ground. Leon's heart was pounding from the mini heart attack he was having and he clutched onto Chris' big arms, acting as if falling three feet was the equivalent to falling from a two story building. Leon slowed down his erratic breathing and Chris tightened his arms around Leon's waist.

After a long moment Leon had realized his gun had fallen to the ground and his first thought was to retrieve it but Chris wasn't letting go. He could feel Chris' big chest pressed up against his lean back and it felt too intimate. Leon couldn't find the minerals to push away because Chris was so warm and this felt awfully right, with no one around to see them.

One of Chris' hands slipped up under Leon's shirt to caress the lean muscles of his stomach and in turn he craned his neck to take Leon's breath away with a needy kiss. Leon made a surprised light noise and his hands went to Chris' wrists, trying to still the bigger man's exploration before he could venture any further. Leon was fairly strong but Chris had the upper hand. His muscles weren't just for show.

Chris raised a hand up to Leon's throat to grip just underneath his chin, angling Leon's face up towards his to deepen the kiss. Leon was completely helpless in Chris' embrace and he moaned when the hand on his stomach raked fingernails across his skin. For once Chris was winning and Leon was powerless and it occurred to Chris that this was something he could do better.

Because Leon wasn't the opponent anymore. He was the challenge.