Chapter 12
Morning
The beams of sunshine entered the dark room and forced the shadows to fall back into the corners. Slowly reaching the bed, the beams collided with the two men who slept there soundly, completely unaware of what the incoming day had in store for them.
It was so warm there. Leon hadn't slept so well in a while and he couldn't help but get closer to the warmth next to him. In his dreams he was in the Canary Islands with a hot brunette. They were sunbathing and everything was just so perfect: the food was delicious, the turquoise water tempted Leon to go try the waves, and his companion was someone he loved deeply and wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Leon's hand started caressing the warm skin and nudged even closer, pressing his head against the shoulder. Something just wasn't right; the woman who he was with was stronger built than he had thought and the curves weren't smooth, on the contrary, when his hand found its way on the chest and abdomen, both were hard and muscular.
Leon opened his eyes slowly, only to notice his perfect dream had been just a dream and his companion wasn't a hot brunette.
The blond man was still asleep, obviously not bothered by Leon's presence so close to him and being caressed, which really surprised Leon. He would have expected Wesker to be a light sleeper since he didn't really seem to trust people and he was a B.O.W after all. Leon touched the silky smooth neck carefully, his fingers tracing the collarbone. He could feel Wesker breathing slowly, in and out.
Leon took his time to observe Wesker now that he had a chance for that. The man's hair was messed up, but he still could have been a model taken from a fashion magazine. He looked aristocratic even asleep and Leon wondered if Wesker really had noble blood in his veins. When he thought about it, nobody seemed to know who and what Wesker really was. Leon had read a file about the Wesker children many years ago and that Albert Wesker, no. 13, had been the only one who had survived from the project.
What was Wesker's real name, the one that had been given by his own parents? Did he have siblings? So many questions, but Leon wasn't sure if even Wesker himself could answer those.
Leon shouldn't be so bothered about Wesker's family. He hadn't met his own parents in years due to his bad relationship with his mom. His mother hadn't really appreciated Leon's career choice when he had decided to become a police officer. They loved each other, sure, but Leon had become independent early on and since he had no siblings, his mom was a little overprotective and demanding sometimes, wanting only best for her son. Leon sighed; he didn't really want to think about his past. It felt so far away and everything in his previous life was like it had never existed. Now his whole life was depending on the man who slept soundly next to him without knowing that he was observed. Leon couldn't help but notice that asleep the man almost looked innocent and approachable.
It was only then Leon noticed Wesker had a tired expression on his face. His skin was close to perfection, but there were light dark rings below his eyes. Leon had thought that Wesker couldn't become tired and stressed, but how would he know? Wesker wasn't really telling him anything and they didn't really talk anyway. Leon stared at Wesker, furrowing his eyebrows. There had to be something wrong if Wesker was tired, he was certain of that. And that something couldn't be anything good.
Leon stood up from the bed silently; he didn't want to wake Wesker up when he could look around a little bit and learn even more about the man. He collected his clothes from the floor and dressed, then left the room, closing the door behind him carefully.
The space looked so different in daylight. The dark furniture contrasted with light and the couch looked slightly more greyish than black. There wasn't a television there, but on the living room table was Wesker's laptop. Leon was sure it had to be protected by several codes and mechanisms so he didn't even bother switching it on, instead, he opened a small closet near the table. There were a couple of bottles of alcohol, whiskey and wine, but they were hardly touched. Then there was a gun in its holster and a knife. He picked up the gun, wanting to see what was beneath it and covered by a dark cloth. After removing the cloth and taking the object in his hand, he wasn't sure what to think anymore. It was an old framed photo. Leon glanced at the door to make sure Wesker wasn't behind him; then he looked at the picture again and examined the gun further. It was a S.T.A.R.S customized Samurai Edge, he had heard of those, but never seen one in reality. Chris would have showed him, but he had lost his in the Mansion Incident. But the photo Leon had seen before, a similar one had been on Chris' wall when he had visited him with Claire. The whole S.T.A.R.S team was in the picture and Chris had told him that it was still something he treasured, the only picture where they all had still been alive and happy.
Leon wondered why Wesker still had the picture with him; he had already seen the watch and keeping the weapons he could understand, they were the best after all, but why the photo? According to what he knew about the man, Wesker really hadn't cared about the team. He was the one who had led them to their certain death. He was the traitor and villain. Leon's expression darkened. He should kill Wesker now that he was asleep: it was something that he was expected to do as the government agent. He could save the world; it would be easy to stab Wesker now...
But if he failed, everything would be over for him. Leon sighed and shook his head slightly. He had gone through so many death traps but never really feared for his life before meeting Wesker. He felt like a coward, submitting like this to Wesker and doing what the man wanted. This wasn't how he should live. He was a man with own free will; this was getting too much for him, little by little.
He tried to assure himself that one day he would kill Wesker or even try that. He stayed close to the man because he wanted Wesker to trust him and then find a knife stabbed in his back when he least expected it. If Wesker were dead, he would be able to get back to the USA. He had failed in his previous mission, but he was quite sure that erasing the biggest threat the world had would give him back his position. Everything would get back to normal and he would live happily ever after.
If only I could believe that myself...
He put the weapons and the photo back in their places and closed the closet, standing up from the floor and moving on to the kitchen. He was getting hungry and the fridge really tempted him to check it out. There were some basic groceries, meat and vegetables, but once seeing the bacon, Leon couldn't resist the temptation any longer. His plan was simple: He would cook a breakfast for himself and maybe leave some for Wesker too but he would leave the apartment before Wesker would wake up, just in case.
Leon wondered if Wesker cooked often. Maybe he liked to cook and make his own meals? It would explain why Wesker wasn't in the canteen like other people: he liked privacy and like this he could decide when he ate and how he ate. Or then he just didn't like the food there, which wasn't that bad really. Leon sure had eaten worse.
Leon knew how to cook, his mother had made sure of that. Leon took the frying pan as silently as he could from the closet so he wouldn't wake up the man in the other room. He almost felt like everything was back to normal when he cooked and the thought made him smile slightly.
"So you decided to stay." Leon was startled and turned around, seeing the blond man leaning on the wall. Wesker had his shades back on like usual and he was already dressed in a black turtleneck shirt and greyish pants.
"And you seem to love black," Leon shot back and faced the frying pan again, turning the bacon over so they wouldn't burn to a crisp. Wesker chuckled slightly at his comment.
"Perhaps it is a habit." He walked closer and took a seat next to the kitchen table, looking at Leon as the man cooked their breakfast.
Leon kept his back facing Wesker's direction. He wanted Wesker to think he wasn't concerned at all about the man's presence. This just felt so ridiculous. He was like Wesker's fucking wife nowadays; he even cooked for him! And he had specifically planned making the breakfast for two when he could have just cooked for himself, or just taken something quickly out of the fridge and ran away. He sighed slightly: he really was pitiful. But he wouldn't be anyone's wife; that was for sure. Again a flashback from last night crossed his mind and he really started to hate himself. Wesker won every time, whatever the game was about. Thinking about it, they always played by Wesker's rules, so was it such a surprise that he always lost?
"Gosh, SHIT!" Lost in his thought, he hadn't been careful enough with the pan. Hot oil burned his right hand and before he even knew, his hand was under cold running water and kept still by another hand. Leon tried to get his hand free from the grip, but it just tightened.
"Stay still." Wesker commanded right next to his ear. The man was behind him, their bodies firmly against each other, and he had his other hand on Leon's hips keeping Leon in his place. The water was bitterly cold and Leon really wanted to pull his hand away, but he couldn't. He knew it prevented the burn from getting worse, but he really didn't want Wesker to touch him currently.
Leon felt the hand on his hips be taken away: Wesker turned the range off and took the pan further away from the heat.
"Would you please let me go now?" Leon asked, sarcasm in his voice. Wesker hadn't really done anything wrong, but he didn't trust the man that much that he wouldn't take advantage of the situation.
"You need to hold it longer under the water than just a couple of minutes." Wesker's hand came back to Leon's hips and Leon turned his head to glare daggers at Wesker.
"I can take care of myself." Leon grabbed the hand on his hips and tried to get even that away. Wesker was all too close; he could feel and hear the man's breath. "Let. Go." Leon emphasized, he really wanted to go now. He had been stupid when he had stayed there. More knowledge about the man and delicious meal wasn't worth being Wesker's boy-toy... which he very much was.
"You're in no place ordering me, Kennedy." It was a warning even though Wesker's voice was the same tone as usual. Finally Leon couldn't take it anymore: he kicked the man behind him, making Wesker fall back and hit the kitchen table. Leon didn't think anything when he grabbed the fabric of Wesker's shirt and pushed his back against the table; also taking the black sunglasses off from the man's eyes. He wanted to see the eyes of the man who he was talking with.
The eyes were as striking as they always were, but they weren't the B.O.W eyes this time, Wesker's real eyes were the ones that swallowed him for the moment. The icy eyes, blue and green like a frozen leaf, glared at him and he glared back at them. Leon understood what he had done only when the smirk rose on the man's face, his eyes mocking Leon.
Leon should have let go and disappeared from the apartment when he still could, but seeing the smirk got him out of control once again. He wanted to show the man that he wasn't just a toy. He was a man as well and he wanted Wesker to understand that.
Everything had happened in seconds and when Wesker was about to say something, Leon didn't let him, kissing Wesker on the lips roughly. He tried to dominate the kiss and press his tongue into Wesker's mouth, but he stood no chance against Wesker when he took the control of the situation back. Their mouths and tongues fought a moment and Leon felt like he was about to bleed soon if the kiss continued any longer. When they broke the kiss, they stared at each other again: Leon annoyed and Wesker obviously very amused.
"I'm not your bitch, Wesker." Leon growled and didn't let go of his grip from the man's shirt. Wesker didn't seem bothered about the fact that his back was against the table and Leon was practically on top of him. Perhaps because he had no reason to be worried: he could any moment turn their position if he wanted.
"I don't recall using that word for you," Wesker mused, challenging Leon further.
"You treat me like that. Like I would be your woman, pet, wife... anything low like that. I'm a man, if you haven't noticed." Leon really felt like hitting Wesker's smirking face, but he was in his right mind enough not to do that.
"It seems we don't really understand each other..." Wesker began, a hint of red flashing in his eyes. "If I had wanted a woman, I would have taken one, Kennedy. I chose you for a reason."
"A reason? Your only reason is that you want a fuck! I'm tired of being just a plaything, lover, whatever without my own will. I do not submit to you. I can't." Leon knew he played in a dangerous zone, but he had to do this. He was a proud and stubborn man; he couldn't just bear everything without an argument. Not even then when it would cost him.
There was a short silence between the two men. Wesker raised his hand slowly and Leon didn't move even an inch, showing Wesker he wasn't going to run away now. He stood behind his words, no matter what they were. The hand touched his throat and moved higher from there, stopping on Leon's cheek. Wesker had that coy smile on his lips, but Leon couldn't read the man's eyes even though he saw them now.
"You have no idea how few have talked to me that way and seen another day." It was a pure statement, not even slightly threatening. Leon was sure Wesker was thinking of that "few" who had survived, Leon could see that and it gave him the creeps.
"This is exactly the reaction I want from you, Kennedy." Leon blinked twice. Wesker had wanted him to get angry? "I pushed you to your limits to see if you're really worth my attention and time. I have hundreds of those who would like to get to my bed and please me." Leon snorted and thought Wesker was exaggerating, but thinking of Cooper made him change his mind. Wesker also had everything that women liked: money, power, looks, and he was mysterious. Leon had never understood why women liked "bad boys" but Wesker could have been classed as one too. Although he was far beyond being just bad.
"So you like me because I'm not easy?" Leon loosened his grip slightly, he wasn't that angry anymore. They were finally getting somewhere.
"You could put it like that." Wesker smirked. "You both entertain me and serve me as a soldier. And you should let go now, hurting you wouldn't do any good for either of us." Well, that was a warning. Leon sighed and let go, stepping back and letting Wesker stand up. His shirt was ruined and Wesker seemed to notice that too.
"Your clothes really aren't safe near me or my team." Leon couldn't help the urge to joke and he was surprised to see Wesker smile slightly too, shaking his head simultaneously.
"Unfortunately, I don't have much more time to waste with you today." Wesker stated in an odd tone and took off his turtleneck, making his perfect hair lose its perfection and a couple of locks fall onto Wesker's forehead. Leon had seen Wesker's hair messed up just a while ago, but when the man was awake, it really made the man look... Leon erased his wandering thoughts immediately, but in the back of his mind he knew he was enjoying the view more than he should.
Wesker didn't seem to mind his hair that moment: he walked back to the bedroom like Leon wasn't there anymore. Leon wondered what Wesker had meant with his words. Should he go now or what? When he finally understood the hint that Wesker had given him, he opened the door to the corridor quickly. Wesker had practically told him that if he didn't go now, Leon would soon be out of his clothes as well. His rear was still a bit sore from last night so he didn't really want to take another round if he could avoid it. He didn't say anything when he left, they had talked enough for now and they both had work to do. Leon closed the door behind him, knowing that next time would come soon.
Much to his surprise, he wasn't so bothered anymore, like a huge weight had been taken off his shoulders. He had to admit it now... no matter how much he tried to deny it, he was attracted to the man. It made him wonder what would happen if he had to choose between his earlier life and the life he had now. Would he be able to turn his back to Wesker without hesitation? How would his earlier employer and colleagues treat him? Would he be a traitor or a victim?
This was getting really, really bad. He already wished he wouldn't need to see anyone from his earlier life. He could always tell them the same that he had told himself: he was staying because he waited for the right moment to betray Wesker.
But that wasn't true. Even if he could escape Wesker, he wouldn't be able to escape himself anymore.
He was hooked like a fish.
A/N
Phew, finally. Checking the pulse... yeah, I'm still breathing. Barely, but breathing.
At first I thought I wanted some more smuttiness here, but then I came to conclusion that it was high about time for us to know something about Wesker and Leon to stand up. To be honest, at first they shouldn't have meant to spend a morning together, but again, one of you gave me an idea and I thought it fit here perfectly. Do not be afraid to make contact to me, I appreciate different points of views. Feedback helps me to make this even better and suitable for my readers.
