A/N: This one is pretty Leon-centric. The bleeding effect is starting to bother Desmond and one ancestor in particular wants to take the helm... Desmond(Leon)/Shaun. ALSO! This chapter is dedicated to Pseudo British Kid. Hope this helps you out some, love.

dragonlover131313: Yes, Dessie is a little more fucked up than even he will admit, haha. And I figured, if he's determined to get drunk, then the acohol is going to be his target and he can put that Eagle Vision to use. :D Maybe Ubisoft will reveal some more awesomeness that is the inside of Desmond's head. But I don't think they're very keen on DeShaun either. XD

Ranchdressing: Yeah, Desmond's always gettin' the fuzzy end of the lollipop. But I'm sure the awesome sex with shaun makes up for it. XD And besides, Leon Kennedy is the background on my computer at home, work, and on my cell phone. XD

duvalia: Yeah, I can see what you mean about it being a little "Fight Club", but it works, and that's what counts, right? haha. And as far as Res Ev Leon goes, I'll take him however I can get him. XD

Sixteen clumsy and shy: Awh. I'm glad you liked it. :D

Missjulia Miriam: Well, I have a few ideas with a totally mind-fucked cannon Desmond. I just have to convince myself that I need to write them NOW. Haha. I will be continuing the concept of inside Desmond's head, it's just gonna take a little time, haha.

SecretSnow: I think you should draw that scene anyways. :D I'm positive it would come out better than I could draw it. There's a reason I'm a writer and not an artist. I'm lucky if I can remember to give them four limbs. XD If you do draw that scene from Chapter 12, I would LOVE to see it. :D

Out of every living thing, Leon most respected the wolf. It could easily survive on its own, and only chose to stay with a pack if they were strong enough to keep up.

Leon was very much a predator, a caged one, looking for a strong mate that knew how to think on his own and still take direction when it came time. But he was still stuck viewing the world through Desmond's eyes, still trapped; watching, lurking just below the surface, only influencing things when Desmond was too tired to realize he wasn't the one that was really making the choices...

But Desmond was wearing down. Leon's constant attacks and assaults through his memories had worn him down to the point where Desmond's every move was determined by Leon's motives. There were a few that Desmond fought, despite his exhaustion, and those were the ones Leon wanted to act on the most...

"What are you moping about now?" Shaun demanded.

Desmond lazily looked up. Leon's bloody, violent memories had become his nightmares, regardless of if he was sleeping or not. He was waking up in a cold sweat and wondering when the feeling of blood running down his arms was so erotic. He would be watching television and the next thing he knew, he was standing over a corpse with a sick sense of satisfaction, licking the blood flecks off his lips and grinning like a fool. Then it would fade and he would be lying on the floor, gasping for breath and wondering how much time he lost.

"I'm not moping about anything." Desmond snapped.

"You could've fooled me."

Desmond cracked his neck. He was in no mood to deal with this. Leon's memories brushed against Desmond's own mind and, with an exhausted mental collapse, he finally relented.

"Don't fuck with me, Shaun." His voice was a rough growl, and it caught Shaun off-guard.

"I was unaware you were so sensitive." He quickly recovered.

Leon raised Desmond's head and leveled Shaun with a glare that would have made Altair second-guess fucking with him. But Shaun had his pride to protect, and he refused to back down. Leon was appreciative of that much. A weak mate was useless. Leon stood and stepped towards Shaun, gauging his reaction. Shaun stood straighter, stiffer, tenser, but he didn't move away. Leon grabbed Shaun and threw him against the wall with enough force for the Brit's back to pop. Shaun tried squirming out of Leon's grasp, but the low growl and warning snarl stopped him.

Shaun nervously licked his lips and waited for Leon to make his next move. He could tell by the suble color change of Desmond's eyes, no longer honey-gold, but now a greenish hazel, that Desmond wasn't quite himself. Leon gently nuzzled the side of Shaun's neck for a moment.

"What are you doing?" Shaun demaned, trying again to squirm away.

Leon growled louder and slammed Shaun against the wall again. This time, Leon kissed Shaun with a vicious force. Shaun whimpered and Leon had to repress a sneer. But, just as he had before, Shaun soon recovered. He gave in, whether to keep Leon from attacking him again or if it was because he just wanted to do this all along, and Shaun was soon kissing Leon with plenty of force of his own. Leon purred lowly and lapped at Shaun's lips. The Limey hummed and opened them.

The only thing saving Shaun from being cast to the side and deemed useless was how much he was fighting for control, despite taking his direction from Leon. He was following the pace of the fight, but he wasn't about to just give in. Leon was enjoying this display... Shaun grabbed the back of Leon's neck and pulled him closer, feeling his lips begin to bruise. He didn't care. Leon's fingers wrapped into Shaun's hair and tilted his head back. He bit Shaun's neck and shoulder, leaving bruises in his wake. Shaun whimpered and moaned with a distinct lack of control over his responses. Leon smirked And his free hand traveled slowly down Shaun's side, across his chest, over his abs, and lower towards his crotch. Shaun arched into the touch.

"Want something?" Leon asked with a smirk.

"Goddammit, Desmond. You know what I want."

"Say it."

"I'm not going to play your stupid fucking game." Shaun snapped.

"You are if you plan on getting what you want."

"Dammit Desmond."

Leon's tongue left a glistening path down the side of Shaun's neck before he purred, "My game is the only one we're playing, and the only way for you to come out ahead is to follow the rules I make."

Shaun bit down on the inside of his cheek and weighed his options. This could end well, or as a tragedy. He needed to choose, and fast.

"Desmond... I... Want you... To..."

"Yes?" Leon bit Shaun's jawline.

"Iwantyoutofuckme."

"That's no good. Say it right."

"Desmond, I want you to fuck me." Shaun choked. That was certainly not something he ever wanted to have to say to someone, especially not Subject Sixteen. He was supposed to be superior!

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Leon asked. His hand again travelled to the very obvious erection straining Shaun's pants and he chuckled, "Or maybe it is."

"Fuck you, Desmond."

"No, no, no. We've already established that it's going to be the other way around."

The door to Desmond's room slammed shut only moments later, and with a softer slam, the lock was thrown. Shaun found himself tossed carelessly onto the bed and Leon fell upon him with roaming hands, gnashing teeth, a predatory fury, and an all-consuming lust. Shaun gasped and moaned and hoped the point was understood. But that wasn't enough for Leon. He wanted to hear what Shaun wanted. It was a display of dominance on Leon's part, and a test of obedience for Shaun. He took the direction, but he was careful to take revenge in whatever way he could, usually in the attempted supression of moans and biting harder than necessary.

When it was all said and done, and Leon had finally gotten his way and had his way with Shaun, he relapsed back to the far corners of Desmond's mind with a contented sigh and the faint whisper of "Acceptable". Desmond smiled to himself in his sleep and pulled the napping Shaun closer. Maybe all of the "remembered" bloodshed had been worth it.

A/N2: Tada! More Leon-centric stuff. I love Leon. He's one of my favorite OC's to date. :D Hope you guys enjoyed reading it. :D