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Chapter 4, because I am in the writing mood!

Slashy slashyness in this chapter, so if you are reading this and are under 16, or don't like Leon and Saddler pairings, shame on you. Stop reading! Now!

I gave you fair warning. Smut! Bahhhhh, smut!

The next survivor they encountered was none other than Ramon Salazar. He was sitting on the platform where Leon had 'killed' him, not wearing much, and talking to a couple of monks who had endured Leon's killing spree.

When the doors opened, he swung round.

"My lord! I thought you were dead!"

"I was," admitted Saddler. "But I'm better now. I see the Plaga healed you as well?"

Salazar nodded proudly.

"Almost instantly, since I have the power to control it. Have you seen the-" He stopped, finally realising who the human was who was held in his master's arms.

"Him! That American rat almost ended me! Are you going to torture him, my lord? Can I assist you?"

"He will not be tortured, Ramon. I have re-infected him with the new Plaga."

"But my lord! He is responsible for the deaths of hundreds of our followers! Here we have suffered the worst, and all you do is give him a great gift and bring him back? He will kill us, and this time succeed!"

"He has been infected, and is under our control. Is Bitores alive?"

Salazar glared at Saddler, but then lowered his head in sadness.

"No. I have sent word out, but they say the human that you are defending has completely ruined his molecular structure. He cannot rise as we have done."

Saddler nodded.

"It is a great shame about Bitores. He was a good friend and companion. But we have a more than suitable replacement right here, Ramon. With your permission, I would like him to reside here for the time being, until he gets fully adjusted to his new Plaga."

Salazar looked as though he was going to say no, but he realised he would be upsetting his lord.

Not the wisest thing to do in this situation.

"I suppose…he can stay here, although only until he heals, and not a moment later. Now if you'll excuse me my lord, I have to gather what little survivors we have, and sort this place out."

The little man walked through the gateway, Saddler, the merchant and the two monks following him.

While they travelled through the endless twists and turns of the castle, they assembled a number of monks who Leon had fail to spot, and had soon accumulated a fair sized amount of them.

As they passed through the instruction hall, Salazar stopped his monks.

"I will issue orders, and inform them of what to do. You go on ahead, and put him somewhere to recover."

"Make sure you tell them not to harm him, and he won't harm them. I don't want any nasty misunderstandings."

"Yes, my lord."

Saddler placed Leon on the first bed he found, which happened to be the one nearest the maze, and set about removing Leon's clothes. The merchant dithered about helplessly, but protested about the removing of Leon's pants.

"Give the poor bugger some dignity; he'll be pissed off as it is. No need for him to think you've been molestin' him as well."

Saddler consented, although looking a little disappointed. He didn't think Leon would really be in the mood for some kind of weird resurrection sex.

"I'll wake him up soon, and explain what's happening. You go down to the village, and gather as many of the villagers as you can. Bring them here."

The merchant nodded, and dumped his heavy rucksack next to the bed.

"I'll be back in a while then."

As soon as the merchant had left, Saddler nuzzled next to Leon in the bed, running a hand across the agent's chest. He leaned closer to Leon's head, lips brushing his ear.

"Wake up Leon. Let me love you."

Saddler kissed Leon, sliding his tongue past innocent lips, rousing the Plaga inside.

Leon's eyes fluttered open at the oral invasion. He started to pull away, but a hand through his hair pushed him closer.

Gradually relaxing into the kiss, Leon wrapped his arms around Saddler.

Leon broke the kiss a few minutes later, causing Saddler to moan in disappointment.

"I have to go."

Leon began to sit up, but Saddler shook his head and pressed him back down, starting up the kiss again.

"Do you trust me?"

The question that was purred into his ear surprised Leon. Did he trust Saddler? Could he? The man had kidnapped Ashley, but he had also saved his life. So…

"Yes. Always."

They embraced, but tears welled in Leon's eyes.

"I'm sorry. I don't belong here Saddler, we both know that."

"You do belong here, with me. I love you, Leon."

The tears were flowing freely on both sides, and Leon was held closer.

"Don't…please…please don't say that. You don't mean it. You can't. Don't hurt me like this…"

"I do mean it. I love you. And I need you. Don't you hurt me by leaving."

Leon pulled Saddler down on top of him, trying unsuccessfully to remove to older man's long robe. Saddler regarded Leon, as he was getting more worked up with trying to take off his clothes.

"Leon, there are a few things we need to discuss first. The Plaga I infected you with-"

"Osmund! I don't want to talk right now, I just want you. Now tell me how to take this robe off before I tear it off with my teeth!"

Saddler's eyes half-closed while he tried to picture that exotic sight. There was a grunt as Leon finally found the buckle to undo the robe…which he also couldn't work.

"Fuck!"

Saddler chuckled at the sight of Leon's face, desperately trying to undo the clasp.

"Here, let me."

In one fluid movement, Saddler had removed his robe.

"Better," Leon smiled as he felt Saddler's taut muscles beneath his fingers, and sighed in pleasure as a clever hand made its way down his body.

"Better." He whispered.

Luis Sera sat atop a Colmillos cage in the maze, silently cursing Albert Wesker. Even though the man had saved him from death, he had sent him back immediately after finding that the parasite had the ability to heal its host, even if to all intents and purposes they were dead. Luis did not want to stay here.

This time, he had to make sure that the Plaga were completely destroyed before leaving.

He sighed, and took out her binoculars again, trying to catch a glimpse of his targets. Finally, two figures walked into the room where Ada had confronted Leon. The merchant that had kindly sold him weapons, and his main objective. Saddler, who had 'killed' him, was carrying someone in and placing them on the bed. He adjusted his binoculars, trying to discover who the Illuminados leader was helping. Maybe another type of experiment?

The merchant eventually moved his bulk, and Luis focused on the unknown figure.

Leon!

Somehow he had survived the explosion, and was now lying on a bed, Saddler beside him. He watched them for a bit longer, noting the way Leon was now encouraging Saddler, instead of pulling out a gun and telling him to retreat. He seemed very much at peace, and Luis felt the sadness draw him in as he remembered his job was to eradicate him. But it was still his job.

He picked up the transceiver, and contacted Wesker (who took eleven beeps to pick up.)

"Ah, Sera. I was hoping I would see you soon. Any new information?"

"I can confirm that Saddler and Leon are alive."

"And what are they doing now?"

Luis brought the binoculars back up to his eyes and frowned.

"They appear to be…"

His eyes widened as the actions of Leon and Saddler were exposed.

The words 'Jesus' and 'Christ' echoed loudly around the maze.

Saddler looked up from licking Leon's chest at the foreign exclamation.

"What was that?"

Leon whined impatiently.

"Don't know, don't care. Can you please continue? I think I'm about to lose my mind."

Saddler shrugged, and set to work unfastening Leon's pants.

Luis stayed in the same position for around a minute, a hand over his mouth, eyes wide.

Wesker cocked an eyebrow.

"Well, Sera? I take it from that outburst that they're not exactly sitting down and having a civil conversation. What are they doing?"

Luis thought carefully for a moment.

"…Coupling…" He whispered.

Oblivious to the fact that Luis was watching the whole show, Leon and Saddler had eventually discarded all clothes on the floor. They lay there for a moment wrapped in an embrace, both letting each other run their hands over their bodies, trembling with excitement and gasping every time a sensitive place was touched.

Leon began to nip at Saddler's skin, which was annoyingly arousing for the cult leader. He responded by running his nails down Leon's back and thighs, causing the younger man to squirm delightfully. He rolled over, until he was pinning Leon down by the wrists. Saddler lent down, another kiss approaching, when Leon licked him on the tip of his nose.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Are we going to actually do this, or just kiss? Because I've never…uh…."

Saddler lent down and kissed Leon's forehead.

"I'd be happy either way, but if it's your first time I can show you how."

Leon pulled Saddler slowly down until the cult leader was lying fully on top of him.

"Show me."

Luis watched through his binoculars, mouth slightly open, barely listening to Wesker who was trying his hardest to give him his orders.

"Sera!"

"Huh? What?"

"Are you going to watch the perverted disgusting show, or are you going to listen to me?"

Luis had to think about this.

"Sera, it's not a hard question."

"Oh, um…I guess I'm listening to you."

"Good. Now, this is going to be tricky, but if you follow my instructions, this should work out. What you are going to have to do is re-introduce yourself to Saddler."

"What the hell are you smoking, Wesker? He'll kill me if he knows I'm still alive!"

"Not if you meet him when Kennedy is present. He won't let Saddler hurt you. Do everything you can to make them trust you. Even if that means getting yourself re-infected. Once you can get close enough, destroy the Plaga, and everyone who is contaminated. Do not falter Sera, are you hearing this? Do not let a single one survive, even Kennedy."

Not trusting himself to speak, Luis nodded.

Don't hate me. Please.