Simmons' words didn't answer his question at all, but he didn't have time to think about it. Simmons took his hand, quickly dragging him through the hallways back to the bedroom. He threw Leon onto the bed, eliciting a surprised moan from the younger man before covering Leon's body with his own. Leon gasped as Simmons' hand brushed over his clothed cock, creating a small amount of delicious friction that had him biting his lip. Was he really going to go all the way with the man? He'd done it once already, but the circumstances had been very different and now it was entirely of his own accord. He could say no if he wanted, but really he didn't want to and it's not like Simmons would take no for an answer anyway. Fuck it.

Simmons kissed him again, hard, and he felt the buttons of his shirt being undone. Skilled hands ran over his muscled stomach and chest and Leon moaned into the older man's mouth. Simmons pulled away and Leon moaned again as the older man's tongue ran down the center of his chest, over his navel, and down the treasure trail of short hairs leading below his waistband. His pants were unbuttoned and quickly removed along with his boxers and shoes. Leon blushed slightly and looked away as Simmons' eyes slowly ran over his body, taking in every inch of him.

A firm grip on his cock had Leon letting out a gasp and leaning forward slightly to see the older man stroking him. Simmons' eyes shined playfully and if Leon didn't know any better he'd think the man was teasing him. He was surprised to be receiving any pleasure at all, but enjoyed it nonetheless. He let his head fall back and closed his eyes, his fingers curling in the sheets as the older man worked him slowly. His cock was painfully hard and dripping with pre-cum, and oh fuck, he needed to find release. He didn't care that he was about to let his mortal enemy fuck his brains out, or that he was acting like a victim with Stockholm syndrome. He needed Simmons' inside him and both of them knew it.

"Say it," Simmons' voice was deep, husky, and full of want as he looked down at Leon.

"Fuck me."

Simmons tossed his suit jacket aside before unzipping his slacks and pulling out his cock. Leon hardly had a moment to admire it before Simmons was spreading his legs, thighs pushed tight against his chest and cock rubbing against his ass. Leon bit his lip as he watched the older man, who was teasing him slightly before sliding inside with one long, hard thrust. Leon let his head hit the pillow, a hot moan falling from his lips as he felt Simmons fill him. Fuck, it felt so good.

Simmons picked up a fast pace from the get go, pounding into Leon without mercy. The agent let out a cacophony of delicious cries and moans, only fueling his desire further. His fingers dug into Simmons' shoulders hard as he pushed back against the older man, the sound of skin on skin contact echoing throughout the room.

Leon's eyes fluttered open, the emerald depths burning with a newfound desire as he gazed at the man above him. In this moment, all of the pain, the suffering, the misery and consequences and hatred was forgotten and replaced with pure, unrestrained carnal need. There was no struggle, no fighting, no crying or begging for mercy or screaming. Something had changed, something unexplainable. How do you describe enduring extreme torture and being raped by someone, held against your will for the rest of your life, but being able to not quite forgive them, but to just accept it? Allow it? Condone it? A relationship that was not only toxic but dangerous as well. It was confusing to say the least, but Leon didn't care in this moment. It was finally his chance to take, and take he would.

Derek's eyes widened in surprise as Leon flipped them over so he was sitting on his waist and leaned down, kissing him hard. Derek reciprocated and they fought for dominance, their tongues dancing between their mouths. Leon let out a muffled moan, one of need and pleasure that sent shivers straight to Derek's cock. Not only was Leon allowing their connection, but he was enjoying it. Derek's nemesis, the one person he spent many hours fantasizing about hurting, about killing, here in his bed with him and loving it. Their entire situation had quickly spun out of control. Initially he planned to just kill Leon as soon as the agent gave up the information he needed, but then decided against it. A lifetime of being a toy to Derek had sounded more and more enticing as the days went by. And now? Was Leon even that? He had been treating the agent more like an ally, if anything. An equal.

Leon let out a high pitched moan as he leaned back, the angle allowing Derek's cock to hit that amazing place inside of him. Derek smirked up at the agent. Leon was such a slut, but he fucking loved it. He grabbed Leon's wrists and began driving up into him, holding him in place and forcing him to endure the assault of pleasure. Leon was making noises Derek couldn't even fucking dream of. And he was the one causing them.

"Fuck… can't take much more…" Leon was breathing hard, his skin hot and wet, muscles hard and pulled taught, hair ruffled and messy, eyes half lidded and burning with lust, lips parted ever so slightly, every breath a gasp for air...

"Ahhh!" Leon threw his head back as he came, coating his cock and thighs with his seed. Derek smirked, giving a last few thrusts before he finished inside the younger man, shooting his hot, sticky cum deep inside him. Both men were still for a few moments before Leon let out an exhausted sigh and collapsed beside Derek, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

Leon fought the urge to sleep, his eyes falling on Simmons, who was watching him with a look he couldn't quite place. Perhaps something between contentment and curiosity. He was still getting accustomed to the idea that the man might not hate him completely anymore, which was good for him. It meant his chances of escaping were increasing. But if he didn't do it soon, he wasn't sure if he would have the will to. The idea of remaining here was becoming increasingly tempting. No matter what their growing connection may be, Leon still knew with every fibre of his being that he would have to kill Simmons. The fate of the world depended on it. He needed to speak with Sasha, and soon.

Simmons stood and adjusted his clothing, trying to rub out the creases as best he could.

"You'll have to excuse me for now. I have a very important meeting to attend."

"Yeah, alright." Leon pulled the blanket over himself, keeping his back to the door until he heard it shut and Simmons' footsteps fade altogether before allowing himself to fall asleep.

When Leon awoke he quickly showered, not taking the time to relish the hot water on his skin. He grabbed one of the white towels and dried off before dressing and ran his hand over the mirror to clear the precipitation that had accumulated from the hot steam. He stared at his reflection, letting his eyes run over his own form. He tilted his head and pulled down his collar, trying to get a better view of the bite marks that resided on the skin between his neck and shoulder.

"The fuck?"

Leon touched two fingers to the wounds. They were red and inflamed, showing obvious signs of infection. Red lines ran from the bite marks in jagged patterns. He blinked his vision clear in the hopes of his mind playing tricks on him, but the marks remained. He traced one with his fingers, which led all the way down the inside of his left arm. How had he not noticed it before? Leon narrowed his eyes, focusing on the patterns. Was he just seeing things, or were they slowly getting worse? He curled his fingers into a fist, tensing the muscles of his forearm. The skin split along the patterns and the bone in his arm shifted.

Leon shut his eyes tightly. What was happening to him? He didn't want to dare another look, but when he opened his eyes, the skin on his arm was knit back together as if nothing happened. Could this be a side effect of the zombie bites? He took a step back and slid down the wall until he was sitting, trying to concentrate on the small amount of information he knew about the C-Virus.

People that willingly infected themselves had regenerative abilities that allowed them to regrow entire limbs or heal wounds. Infectees would usually become hostile and speak in tongues. Some Infectees would mutate into horrific aberrations that lacked almost no resemblance to their former human selves. But every scenario Leon could think of involved people becoming infected while they were critically or fatally injured. All except one.

Derek.

When Leon saw Simmons get injected with the C-Virus, it didn't seem to affect him outright initially. But the ability to metamorphosis into a b.o.w and back was a trait solely unique to him.

'Oh, fuck. What if it was Simmons that infected me and not the zombie?'

Typically the viruses were spread via blood on blood transmission, a bite from infected saliva, or injection.

'That doesn't add up... He never bit me, nor did his blood come in contact with mine. And the only thing he's injected me with is pharmaceutical drugs.'

Leon shook his head. The only way he would get answers would be to confide in the older man, and there was no way in hell he was doing that. If Simmons found out Leon changing like him, he'd probably be subjected to dozens of excruciating and embarrassing tests. No way. He would rather be a toy than a science experiment. At least this way his flesh would remain intact. He exited the bathroom and slid his hands between the mattresses and withdrew the hidden pistols. Both clips were full, giving him a total of twenty-four bullets.

More than enough.

The halls of the building were derelict, which gave Leon high hopes. It would make escaping a ton easier. He took a quick pace, his emotions falling somewhere between excited and desperate as he made his way to the room he'd been tortured in. By some miracle his personal affects still resided on the table. He scooped them up, slipping the piece into his ear and the phone and wallet in his pocket. If he did make it out, would he ever see his friends and comrades again? Did they truly believe he was dead? Did they even survive China? He pushed the nagging thoughts aside. He would need a clear mind.

"Leon." The sound of his name had the agent turning. Sasha was approaching him from thehallway. Leon ran up to him and grabbed his wrist urgently.

"We have to go. Now."

"Right now? But-"

Leon pulled Sasha behind him, not giving the man a choice. The blond sighed.

"This way. We can leave through the exit by the parking lot."

Sasha took the lead, Leon following close behind. He held the pistols tightly, safety off in case he would have to use them. He was unsure about his shooting ability, but from a reasonable distance he didn't doubt he could get a few critical shots in.

A lone guard stood by the door. At the sight of the two hurried men he made an attempt to speak into the mic on his helmet, but Sasha drew his own pistol and quickly dispatched of him with a single bullet to the head. The corpse fell to the floor as they pushed through the door, outside into the cold, barren world. The sky was a bright grey, hiding the sun behind the winter overcast. They ran together, stopping at the parking lot.

"We don't have much time. Which one is yours?" Leon asked, looking at all the vehicles.

Sasha pointed to a sleek black motorcycle nearby and Leon hopped on, backing it out of the space and kick starting it. The bike roared to life, the engine rumbling softly. Leon held his hand out to Sasha, who seemed hesitant to take it.

"Come on! If you stay he is going to kill you!"

Sasha took Leon's hand and swung his leg over the bike. Leon revved it once before switching gears and taking off down the driveway.

"Sir, the captive has escaped with the aid of one of our men."

Simmons stood abruptly, his skin trembling as he transformed. Leon still dared defy him? After everything, the agent still held the idea of escape in his mind. Simmons broke into a run, his claws scraping the tile floor. He busted through the front door, saliva dripping from his jaws.

This time he'd fucking rip Leon apart.

Leon produced his phone, checking it quickly and letting out a sigh of relief. Somehow there was still enough battery remaining to place a call. He passed it back to Sasha.

"I need you to call someone for me!" He shouted back to the blond over the sound of the rushing wind. He recited the number he knew by memory, his heart racing with anxiety. There was no doubt that Simmons knew they were gone by now and would be taking chase. Their chances of survival were zero unless his contact answered the phone.

"Redfield." The familiar gruff voice of the BSAA Captain had Leon letting out a relieved sigh. Chris was still alive.

"Chris! I need to call in a favor!" Leon shouted over the wind.

"Leon?! You're alive?!" Chris' tone was nothing short of shocked.

"Yeah! I'll explain later! Look, I'm turning the gps on my phone," Leon looked over his shoulder and Sasha nodded, "how long will it take you to get someone here? I need a chopper with big guns!"

Chris was silent for several moments.

"ETA is twenty minutes. You lucked out, Leon. I'm at an airbase in D.C. We'll be approaching from the north-east."

"Alright!"

"And Leon? Stay alive."

The call ended and Leon looked at the digital clock on the bike. They would have to outrun Simmons somehow. He pulled the throttle back more, not taking any chances.

"Uh, Leon? We have company!"

Leon looked back to see Simmons several hundred feet behind them and gaining. They wouldn't have enough time. He'd catch up soon and slaughter them…

"I need you to shoot him Sasha! Aim for his face and exposed flesh!"

Sasha drew his pistol, holding onto Leon's waist with one arm as he aimed back. The road curved, not allowing him a good shot. When it straightened, Simmons had considerably shortened the space between them. He fired, taking only sure shots. He aimed for the left front leg, hoping to stagger the monstrosity. The bullets tore into the exposed flesh and muscle, weakening the limb enough to make him run with a limp.

"Leon! I'm out!" Sasha tossed the gun aside and Leon handed him another. Simmons took his chance, speeding up and letting out an inhuman snarl. The weapon on his back began spinning before firing a barrage of long bone needles.

"Look out!"

Leon swerved the bike back and forth in a serpentine pattern, narrowly avoiding the dozens of needles. He still remembered how it felt to be pierced by the six inch bolts. Sasha fired at mutated Simmons again, doing enough damage to temporarily take out one leg. He staggered and slowed, stopping as he waited for the wound to heal.

They let out sighs of relief. They managed to hold Simmons off barely for now, but when his wounds were healed he would be coming at them with renewed hatred.

Their relief was short lived as the monstrosity came into view again, quickly approaching. Simmons was using the full extent of his power. Leon was driving as fast as he safely could without losing control of the bike. Simmons would be on them in a matter of moments. He let out a vicious snarl, firing more of the bone spikes. From such a close distance it was near impossible to avoid them all; Sasha were cried out in pain as he was impaled several times.

Suddenly the air whipped in two directions and the sound of the chopper's blades whirred overhead along with the fire of machine guns. It kept pace with them and a ladder was dropped down.

"Go!" Leon called out to Sasha, who took it and lifted himself off the bike, climbing to safety.

"Come on Leon! Now's your chance!" Chris shouted down at him. Leon shook his head.

"Chris, I need an RPG! I have a plan." Leon took a deep breath and pulled the throttle all the way back. He had to get a good distance ahead of Simmons, which was easier to do now that he had suppressing fire. Once he had a good several hundred feet, he slammed on the breaks, twisting the bike so when it came to a rest he was facing the direction Simmons would be coming.

"Leon!" Chris dropped down the RPG and Leon caught it, resting it on his shoulder and looking down the sights. He watched as Simmons approached, his sights still on Leon. His finger hovered over the trigger, but he didn't fire. He had to be sure it was a lethal shot.

"Leon, what are you doing! It's suicide!"

Leon ignored Chris. It was now or never.

"Leeeeeeonnnn!" Simmons snarled and Leon pulled the trigger as Simmon's jumped at him. The RPG fired, hitting Simmons nearly point blank and exploding in a cloud of fire and smoke.

"Leon!" Chris and Sasha shouted the agent's name. They couldn't see the agent through the impact.

Leon's eyes fluttered. He could feel something very hot caressing his skin and something wet tricking down his arms. His lungs burned from the heat and smoke. Had he killed Simmons? The debris settled and lying before him was a large pile of flesh and bone.

Leon suddenly didn't have the strength to stand anymore. The launcher fell from his hands and clattered to the road. He lost his balance, falling sideways and hitting the pavement unconscious.

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