Here's Chapter 4 of "Danger In The Closet". Thank you so much for the positive feedback. I don't own Resident Evil. Enjoy!

Danger In The Closet

A Resident Evil Story

By SamuraiWriter

Chapter 4: Catch Me If You Can-Part 1

Staring down at his perfectly made lines of cocaine, Albert Wesker stole a heavy sigh and dug his index finger into one of his eyes, and searched for whatever irritation that was attacking his eye. Once he finished, he continued to stare at the lines of cocaine. Wesker had the rapid desire to snort it but the feeling of laziness to move forward was eating away his hunger for the drug. He had experienced a long day of the constant activities that he would do almost every single day. He had just got finished having lunch with one of his "associates" and that same "associate" was currently in his bed stark naked but hiding underneath the covers fast asleep. The blinds were closed but a little light managed to squeeze through and into Wesker's messy bedroom. There were clothes scattered everywhere and a few pictures that were placed on Wesker's counter and desk were down, courtesy of the hands swatting them down when Wesker previously hurried and made out with his "associate".

Wesker sniffled and leaned forward. He grabbed the red straw that was put off to the side and placed one end to his nose and the other to the tip of one line of cocaine. He snorted with ease and pulled away once he was finished with the first line. With the straw still in hand, Wesker leaned against the foot of the bed and his golden colored eyes were wide and focused on the ceiling. However, he was slowly losing focus as the cocaine started to take effect. Pretty soon, Wesker's vision was completely filled with different colors, rainbows, and guns shooting off bullets made of powder. It looked like the inside of a lava lamp. Wesker clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and raised his head a little. "God, if the government doesn't kill me, this damn coke will soon." Wesker muttered.

A simple head shake and Wesker stood up properly. He took his index finger and thumb and massaged the space between his eyes. His lips curled themselves into a smile, and then a devious smirk, showing all of his teeth. "Poor, poor Mary." he muttered.

Leon finally returned home, the one place that was unsafe for him. After parking the car into the garage, he decided to go with his new found habit and enter the home through the garage door. Leon looked into the house to check if Chris was there, waiting to attack and kill him. Leon called out his lover/killer's name and received no reply, relieving Leon. He placed one sore foot onto the house floor and walked completely into the house, closing the door behind him. His eyes wandered around the house, paying very close attention to his surroundings like he had seen them before. Leon moved another foot forward and walked into the house, never leaving his eyes on one thing.

Suddenly, Leon heard a strange noise coming from the kitchen and his eyes rested on the white, tile flooring. He saw one combat boot step back a bit on the white kitchen floor, alarming Leon. Since he had no weapons on him, Leon had to improvise and improvise fast; he grabbed a nearby vase. His footsteps were quiet and careful as he made his way to the kitchen. Possible suggestions as to who could be in the kitchen ran through Leon's mind as he crept. Of course Chris was Number 1. 'That's all I can think of…'

Leon made his way closer and closer to the kitchen. He could figure out that the intruder was mainly in the refrigerator. Leon snorted as one foot cautiously stepped onto the tile floor. He heard the noise it made, so he quickly switched onto his toes and continued moving. As Leon drew in closer, he could see that his intruder was a Caucasian male with short blonde hair and a muscular build. He wore a tight black, short-sleeved shirt and black shirt with black pants that were tucked into his combat boots. Leon observed him for a second as he ravished the refrigerator. Leon raised the vase over the man's head and was prepared to smack him with…until he turned around.

In just a second, Leon was face-to-face with the intruder…a very familiar face. "Krauser!" Leon exclaimed.

Yes, it was Jack Krauser. He was the former partner of Leon in T.U.O.G.P until Krauser retired. Leon still didn't know why he retired, but it really wasn't known of his business. Krauser still looked the same as he did when he left. His short, blonde hair was brushed back with a few strands sticking up in the front. And then there was that scar that crossed over his left eye, a corner of his mouth, and all the way down to his chin. Leon remembered his got that scar when they were both assigned to take down an extremely violent drug lord and one of the drug lord's lackey's drew a dagger and attacked Krauser's face. Leon blamed himself for the attack because he wasn't quite paying attention, but Krauser eventually talked him out of all the guilt and the blame. Krauser was the greatest partner Leon ever had.

Oh, and he was also the second greatest lover Leon ever had; the first being Chris.

"Leon…" Krauser muttered, taking a good look at his ex-boyfriend with his light green eyes. He then smirked. "Well, well, well." he added. His green eyes then moved to the vase Leon was holding as a substitution for a weapon. He added two raised eyebrows with his smirk. "You givin' away antiques?"

Leon released a sigh of relief and lowered the vase and placed it on the kitchen counter. "God, what the fuck are you doing here?" Leon asked, then he changed his question. "No, how did you get in here?"

Then Leon changed it again.

"How the hell did you even find my house?"

After closing the refrigerator door, he gave Leon a simple look before answering his questions. "Well um…I came here to see you, the backdoor was unlocked, and you told me your new place a long time ago before we broke up. Don't you remember?" Krauser said.

Leon was silent for a full minute and just stared at Krauser. Krauser did the most intelligent thing in that situation; stare back. He eventually grew bored of the staring game and leaned in to try and kiss Leon, but Leon drew backwards and shook his head. "Krauser, don't."

"What?" Krauser muttered, his voice in a playful whine. "I came all the way up here to get blown off? I don't think so." he said before moving in for another kiss attempt. This time he succeeded and their lips touched and departed, then they touched again. Leon tried to push Krauser off of him, because he knew he could, but Krauser's tender kisses were to much for him. Words managed to squeeze their way out of Leon's mouth as Krauser kissed him, and Leon stumbled upon them as Krauser walked forward, causing Leon to move backwards.

Once Krauser's lips were away from Leon's for a second, Leon got out a full sentence. "Jack, I'm dating someone." Leon said.

Krauser was just about to go in for another kiss before hearing his words correctly. Leon was dating someone. For a moment there, Krauser had forgotten that they weren't together anymore. Immediately, Jack backed off. Leon could see his apologetic expression and it seemed like it hurt Leon more than it hurt Krauser.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know." Krauser said, looking down at the floor. Leon loved the way his green eyes would shine every time he showed great emotion.

"I'm sure you didn't." Leon said. "It's alright."

"…May I ask who?" Leon almost spilled out laughter when he heard his cute tone of voice.

"Uh…his name is Chris."

"Don't know anyone named Chris."

"In a way, that's a good thing." Leon muttered.

"What?"

"Eh, nothing." Leon said, smiling. "Anyway-

"Oh, almost forgot." Krauser said, cutting Leon off in mid sentence. "Looks like another intruder was in your house before I even got here."

Leon's blue eyes widened. "What? Who!?"

Krauser didn't say anything that time and only went over to the basement door. He opened it, but wasn't surprised to find the intruder down the bottom of the stairs, tied up and trying to get up from the floor. Krauser sighed and hurried down the basement stairs to grab him, and Leon peeked through to see his ex-boyfriend carry somebody up the stairs. Krauser dropped the man and he let out a grunt. Leon saw that he was dressed in all black and wore a black mask that only showed his brown eyes. He looked like a ninja.

'He's too skinny to be Chris.' Leon thought.

"Is this your boyfriend?" Krauser asked, an eyebrow raising at the ninja man.

Leon shook. "Fortunately, no." he answered. The dirty blonde man knelt down before the ninja and looked him straight in the eyes. "Are you working for Chris?"

The ninja looked at Krauser, who gave him a deadly look. Then he turned back to Leon and nodded. Leon cursed.

"Is there something I should know about?" Krauser asked, moving up towards Leon. Leon stood up and faced Krauser with eyes of sorrow, making Krauser worry more. Leon loved the caring side of Krauser since his appearance gave off the exact opposite.

Leon sighed. "Jack, you picked a bad time to come into my life. I'm dealing with a situation right now that doesn't involve you, and I don't want to drag you into." he said.

"That's the same thing you said when we broke up." Krauser countered.

"Jack, please. This is serious. Just…I can't have you bugging me right now. You could get hurt."

"Get hurt? What's the suppose to mean?" Krauser asked.

Leon shook his head and moved to the back of Krauser and shoved him out of the kitchen and towards the front door. "Now you have to go. Now." Leon said.

"But what about-"

"Oh, and thanks for catching that guy for me." Leon added after unlocking and opening the door. With one strong shove, Krauser nearly stumbled out the door and onto the white pavement. He turned around to face Leon one last time, committing his delicate face that he once caressed and kissed a long time ago to memory.

He saw that Leon was about to close the door, so he stopped him for a second. "Wait. I have one more question."

"What is it?" Leon asked.

Krauser looked down at Leon's boxers for a quick second before going back to Leon's face. "Why are you in boxers?"

Leon shut the door without giving Krauser an answer. He turned around and pressed his naked back against the door, releasing out a heavy sigh. He stayed there until he heard boot steps walking away from the door. Leon began walking towards the kitchen again to deal with the "ninja" Krauser previously caught for him. Once he got to the kitchen, he gazed down at Chris' assassin, who looked at him with puppy dog eyes. Leon smirked and chuckled down at him.

"Want to be useful?" Leon asked.

The ninja blinked and didn't say anything.

Leon decided to change the question. "Want to live?"

The ninja nodded his head wildly.

The time was 7:35 PM, and Chris was returning home after taking care of some short business. After parking his car into the garage, he walked over to the front door with the biggest smile on his face. He was incredibly confident that his hired assassin would complete the job he was assigned, as he was the best in his field. Chris was a little worried about him because the man thought he was a ninja, despite being Caucasian. Chris just shrugged that feeling off as he turned the keys and entered his home his shared with his target.

As soon as Chris stepped into the house, the aroma of freshly cooked food filled his nostrils. Chris took a long whiff of the food and a pleasured expression covered his face. Chris' head turned to the dining room where he saw the food lying patiently on the table. He could see that there was well-cooked turkey that was already sliced a little, macaroni and cheese, collard greens, salad that was swamped with rich ranch dressing(Chris' favorite salad dressing), gravy that oozed in the while gravy bowl, and to top it all of, candles well lit sat in the middle of table.

Chris' expression of hunger changed to an expression of confusion. 'Who the hell cooked this? It couldn't have been Leon, could it?'

"Welcome home, Christopher." Leon's voice said. Chris turned to the stairs and saw Leon walking towards him. He was dressed in a white oxford shirt, black suit pants, and his footwear consisted of black dress shoes. His dirty blonde hair was placed over one eye as usual, but Chris could tell that he put lots of more work into it.

Chris' eyes were wide. Not because of his attire, but the fact that he was still alive. His plan had failed.

Leon held out his hand. "I prepared all of your favorites. Shall we?" Leon said, winking at him.

Chris smirked and took his hand. Leon led him to the dining room table and escorted Chris to his chair. Leon's exquisite manners acted fast and he pulled out Chris' chair, and then pushed it back in once Chris sat down. Chris watched Leon as he walked over to his own chair and his eyes followed him until he sat down. Leon smiled at him. "Don't think I have forgotten about your little 'ninja friend', Christopher." Leon said, smirking ever so slowly.

Chris closed his eyes and breathed in quietly. He really loved it when Leon acted superior and called him by his full name with a seductive tone of voice. He reopened them and looked at Leon. "So, where is he?" he asked.

Leon chuckled and pulled out a gun, gaining one raised eyebrow from Chris. Leon's eyes studied it for a moment before turning away and to his snapping fingers. As the snap sounded around the dining room, footsteps were heard walking into the dining room. Chris' eyes widened as he saw his hired assassin, dressed in a butler's uniform. Chris remembered that uniform. It was the same uniform Leon wore one night when they were doing foreplay. Chris remembered; Leon was the butler and Chris took the role as the wealthy, horny business man.

The ninja-who was no longer clothed and had short, light brown hair-carried a tray with two glasses filled with wine and the wine bottle itself and walked over to Chris first. He slightly winced when he felt Chris' glare at him. "Sorry, sir. Apparently, Leon has a past flame that helped him, too." he whispered as gave him a wine glass.

Chris blinked. "A pass flame?"

Suddenly, a shot was fired, causing Chris and the ninja to look up at Leon, who only smirked at them. Smoke escaped out of the barrel of his gun and his index finger was wrapped around the trigger. "Now, now. No whispering." Leon said. The ninja gulped and walked over to Leon and Leon grabbed a glass of wine, his eyes never leaving Chris'. He took a sip out of the glass and set it next to his empty plate. Leon never really planned on eating more than he did talking.

"So, how was your day?" Leon asked.

Chris could tell he was toying with him. "Fine. And yours?"

"Aside from running from you because you're trying to kill me in nothing but boxers? It was fine. Please eat."

"I'm…afraid to."

"Why?"

"You could've poisoned any of this."

"Why, you think that your own boyfriend would try to poison your food?" Leon asked.

"May I remind you that I'm trying to kill you?"

"No need to. You've made that perfectly clear."

Chris chuckled. "Well, I could make it clearer if you-"

Suddenly, there was a loud crash on the floor. It was the sound of glass breaking. Chris and Leon turned their heads in unison to the purple liquid on the floor and the glass shards that floated in it on the floor. The two males looked up at the ninja butler, who shared an expression of clumsiness and slight fear. In Chris' head, curse words used to describe the idiot ninja, who called himself "The Best", swam around and around. The ninja butler looked up at Chris and Leon, who stared at him back. However, what the ninja butler didn't know what that Chris and actually staring at each through the corner of their eyes. They continued staring for quite some time, waiting for someone to do something.

Finally, Leon took the risk. "I'll get-"

Chris darted from his chair and Leon got up and shot at him. The ninja butler and ducked and watched as the bullet missed Chris. Chris flew out the door and Leon pursued him. The ninja butler tried to speak but instead received a chop to the neck by Leon, leaving him knocked out cold on the floor next the broken bottle of wine that he dropped. Leon ran to the front door and took aim, but ran back into the house to dodge a shot fired from Chris by his Remington 870 Shotgun. Why Chris kept such a weapon in the trunk of his car everywhere he went was mystery. 'Cause I'm a government agent/assassin. That's why.'

Chris pulled out his car keys and placed them in the ignition. He tossed the Remington Shotgun into the passenger's seat, but ducked his head when a bullet came crashing through the car door window. Glass fell in the car and onto Chris' lap, and he brushed them off and onto the floor the car. Chris placed the car into Reverse and moved backwards, missing bullets and shots while doing so. A loud screeching of tires was heard and Chris was speeding down the street.

Leon licked his lips and cursed. He ran to the bowl were they kept all the car keys and grabbed the other set. He ran out of the front door and to the garage door, and he opened it. Leon didn't have time to wait for it to fully open and he rolled underneath the rising door. He ran to the car and unlocked. He hopped in and slammed the door, placing the keys into the ignition and let out a smile when he heard the ignition rumble. Leon placed it in Reverse and drove backwards, then switched to Drive and drove off in the same direction Chris took.

"Leaves with no explanation. Just like a man." Leon joked, smirking while making a left turn.

End of Chapter 4

Oh yeah. Leon's definitely the woman of the couple. Oh and don't worry. You'll know what Wesker means when he says "Poor, poor Mary" in the later chapters.

I apologize for taking so long, but a lot of things have been keeping me busy. I'm glad I got this done and I hope you all enjoyed it. You know, the ninja butler was suppose to be a one time character, but I think I might actually play with him a little while longer. He amuses me.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and the next one will be up as soon as I can get to it. Thank you!