Not as large of a trigger warning for this chapter, but definitely mentions of it. Reviews and constructive criticism is always welcome.

His boots settle softly on the wooden flooring of the building, climbing these familiar concrete stairs that direct him upward through the building. A trace of blood fills his nostrils. It stinks of death and rotten corpses, ones that have been here far too long for Leon to recount. It's one of the foulest stenches he's ever had the opportunity to inhale. He can't stop himself from scrunching his dry nostrils in reply. He loathes this place. When is he ever going to leave?

He turns to his left, as he's supposed to. This is where his objective is, but he can't quite remember what that objective is. As he approaches the door, metal and freezing, he tries the knob. Locked.

Fuck.

Leon's ears twitch as a thunderous sound echoes throughout the room. A horrid sound he's become more acquainted with than he would like. That stalking that keeps him up at night. The sound that sends him back to the worst day of his life. He turns. He can't do anything else. He can't control his own muscles as in front of him, the tall gray mutant stands, trench coat on its shoulders, fedora on head. It gives him that gaze. That glare he's seen a million times. Primal urges. Pain. Suffering.

Leon's breath hitches in his throat, terror freezes his body still. One hand reaches for him, directly toward his throat. Leon can't move an inch. He tries so desperately to, but he's stuck still. His heart pounds fatally faster, he can't breathe. He can't breathe. Not again. NOT A-

Leon jolts awake, rising to his elbows, choking and panting. Sweat clings to his forehead despite the cool breeze drifting through his room from the open window. Home. Again.

Empty liquor bottles envelop him, one of which must have been cap-less because the stench of the alcohol enters his nose and there's a puddle of liquor drenching the blankets beside him. Cigarette boxes and clothes pile his room, just a snapshot into his life 6 months after Racoon City. It was nuked, with everything that once stood turned flat. There's nothing left there. Leon was somewhat happy about that, a twisted gut feeling that everything that happened there wouldn't be able to come back again. Though, he found that to be a lie.

Leon sinks back into his bed, sighing. He's been having these nightmares every single night since then. Nightmares of the tyrant of what had happened that day. He seizes up and relives everything when he stomps too hard on his flooring while walking. He can't even look at trench coats the same since then. Hell, even going to the bathroom is a challenge sometimes. It's been hell. Leon feels like hell. He's sunk deeper into his addiction, prayed every night. Praying for redemption for whatever he did. Whatever made him deserve that. He hasn't told a soul, and he never plans to.

Leon shakes the thought from his head, afraid to go back to sleep. He hasn't gotten good sleep in so long, it hurts. He just wants to rest, uninterrupted. It seems like something so simple, so terribly mundane that it's boring. He should be able to go back to that easily, considering the amount of stress his body went through. Despite that, it's a luxury he has yet to indulge in. He didn't realize how important it was until it was something he didn't have.

Rising from his bed, he slinks out from the covers, confiscating the spilled bottle to bring to his chapped lips, allowing in a large swig and killing the liquor. He's spent too much on such a filthy habit. He knows it, but he hasn't done a damn thing to change it.

Leon saunters through his one-bedroom apartment, passing by the bathroom to enter the kitchen where he opens the fridge, pulling out his last bottle of Jack Daniels. This will make it go away in no time.

He doesn't think about it, it's almost subconscious at this point. Grab a bottle, swallow it dead, then wake up hungover the next morning and go to work to pay for the next bottle. It's depressing, but he doesn't want to think about his quality of life. He doesn't deserve a good one, anyways.

While returning back to his room to retrieve his phone, he passes the mirror hung over the sink and can't help but stop for a moment. His stubble has grown out quite thick, he doesn't bother trimming it anymore. He never has the energy to. His blue eyes gaze back at him. Cold. Dead.

Dirty. Filthy. Disgusting. Sinned.

He needs to take that mirror off the wall.

Leon is about to continue his way back to his room to get on his phone, distract himself from his lack of slumber, when his ears twitch in response to the sound of harsh knocking at his door. Thump, thump, thump. Like those thick black boots on slick, wooden floorings. Leon grits his teeth. It's like a fucking ghost pursuing him everywhere he goes.

"Who is it?" Leon calls, too sleep deprived to be cautious about the fact someone is knocking at his door at… one in the morning.

"I think you know, Leon."

Leon's eyes widen slightly at that familiar, silky voice. Ada. It's been a while.

She's visited since their encounter in Racoon City. He was shaken up at the time, but she still grew a strange fondness for him and he felt likewise. She didn't mind the fact he was so jumpy nor the panic at every loud sound they encountered. She was sympathetic, gentle with him.

Since then, she'll visit late after dusk when she's in the area; it's only happened twice before. However, both times, she had given him at least a modest warning, enough for Leon to clean the place up. But apparently this encounter is more urgent. Or whatever. Leon isn't entirely sure, but he'd never turn her down. She has a place in his heart, even if it's small, they've had each other's backs.

Leon closes the space between himself and the door, turning the lock before he turns the handle. There she is. Deep red dress, black ribbon choker, and high heels. Beautiful as the day they'd met.

"Ada, are you okay?" Leon asks, opening the space so she can get through.

"I need a place to stay for the night, if that's alright."

"Yeah that's… that's fine. The place is a mess, I didn't get much of a warning." Leon informs her. She doesn't reply. Must be okay, then.

"You grew your beard out," Ada comments. Leon doesn't know what to say. Yeah, he did. He's been too depressed to take care of himself much lately. "And you've been drinking more, I see. Can't sleep?"

"Working for the government gets stressful," Leon mumbles. He hears Ada's heels click against the flooring and once again for what feels like the tenth time this night, winces, "Could you take those off?"

He feels weird asking, like it's rude. And Ada, being the person she is, Leon doesn't know if she'd even oblige.

"You trying to keep the house clean, Kennedy?" Ada chuckles to herself, taking them off.

"Ouch," Leon chuckles emptily. That genuinely did feel like a stab to his pride. Though, he'd never admit it. Silence falls over them as Ada pulls her hair from her face. "Do you want a drink?"

"I'm alright. Whiskey isn't really… my thing." Ada comes closer to Leon, giving him a soft peck on the lips. Leon's heart flutters inside him. He grips her hips, pulling her closer into a deeper kiss. She accepts gratefully. Their tongues dance between them, Leon feels drunk on her saliva, her lips pressed against his. Even if it's just for a moment.

Pulling back, she murmurs in his ear, "Missed me, did you, Agent Kennedy?"

Leon can't lie, he has. She's the only type of action he's let himself have in months and that's only because she invited herself to. He's been aching for something more than masturbating to playboys twice a day.

They have a strange relationship. She comes when she wants to, it's never on his schedule. And when she comes, they always end up shedding their clothes. That's one promise to himself that he broke. He's had sex. Maybe not all the way, but oral sex is certainly a wonderful thing.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't," Leon mutters softly, trying to keep himself composed, "Can I get you anything? Water?"

Ada shakes her head, instead opting to grab his hand and lead him into his room. He brings his bottle with, downing another long swig. He'll need it to keep up his courage. Leon catches a concerned expression etched in Ada's face as they enter, he realizes just how much of a mess his room is, especially with the bottles littering the bed.

"Sorry, I uh-" Leon isn't sure how to explain away the clutter, "Let me clean this up."

As he strips his bed of a blanket, gathering the bottles to throw haphazardly to the far side of the bed, Ada's voice echoes the room.

"This isn't like you, Kennedy. I understand the occasional clutter but it's never been this bad."

"I just haven't had time to clean." Leon dismisses, "Usually I get a warning."

Ada doesn't reply, obviously not wanting to pry too hard. A deep part of Leon wishes she would, but it's not something he'd give up without a fight. He grabs a new blanket from his closet and covers the bed before turning back to Ada. She seems hesitant at first, partly wanting to ask more, but after eyeing the mess on the floor, she turns her gaze back to Leon, pressing him down on the bed.

"Can I take this off?" She asks, gesturing to his shirt. Absentmindedly, Leon nods, unbuttoning it as he eyes her chest, her breasts look goddamn delicious in the dress she's wearing. She never fails to impress.

Leon's cock is straining against the fabric of his jeans, begging for release already. She hasn't been here over two minutes and he's already thirsty for her. He can't comprehend a full thought, and as he sheds the layer of clothing, it grows even more cluttered. He does manage to notice Ada's eye turn to his shoulder. Fingers trace the faint marking of teeth from long ago. Leon grits his jaws together, trying to forget it. It's ruined enough of his life; he won't let it stop this. Thankfully, he hears no comment from Ada.

He watches, hypnotized as Ada sheds her own dress, untying the ribbon from the back of her neck and unzipping the back of it, letting the red silk fall to her feet. Leon can't help but stare, her breasts beautifully framed by a red silk bra, her toned navel above another set of red silk underwear. Leon can't help but gulp down the saliva filling his mouth. She's fucking gorgeous.

"Ada…" Leon purrs, unsure of where the sentence is going while she pulls at the jeans covering his lower half, pulling them down to his knees.

"We're doing something different today," Ada murmurs. Leon loves that she never asks, only tells. Especially in the bedroom like this. He always has time to decline, to withdraw consent if needed. She's shown him quite a bit that he'd never even tried before. Sure, he drew in lots of girls in high school and the few years beyond, but it was always vanilla, always fumbled missionary and young, dumb sex. He knew there was more and that's exactly what Ada had shown him. What the tongue can do to a person, how blowjobs can be more than just teeth and how to pleasure a woman. Each lesson he's learned, he cherishes deeply. He appreciates what he's been taught.

"What would that be?" Leon replies breathless as his cock springs free of all fabric, his manhood throbbing in the cool air. Ada releases herself of her panties, dropping them on the floor with her dress before she sits herself down gently just below Leon's tip. Leon groans, gripping the sheets. He's never done anything like this since before Raccoon City. He just prays he'll make it through.

"O-oh…" Leon murmurs, eyes widening as her lips glide against his manhood, stroking him. His breath hitches in his throat, gripping the sheets. He feels like a kid who got a new toy, heart thumping loudly in his chest and face going red.

"This alright?" Ada inquires, "I'm clean, I can show you my results if you-"

"No, it's fine. I trust you." He genuinely does. That's something he didn't even know he could do again. But Ada, he trusts her with his life. Even if he shouldn't, he does. "I'm clean, too. I don't have a condom, though."

"Don't worry about it." Ada leaves it at that. No other words are shared as Ada plants her lips on Leon's again, a soft moan reverberating back into hers as she grinds harder against him, teasing the tip of his throbbing cock. He feels as if he'll explode. His legs are shaking just the slightest at the thought of finally getting some damn action for the first time in forever. He's waited far too long for this. He knows he could have looked, could have sought out someone, but something deep down told him it wasn't worth it.

This, though… this was something else. No one night stand could match the intensity shared between them as Ada's wetness engulfs his hot member, sending fire up his nerves. She moans just the slightest as she pushes a hand back toward his erection, holding him tenderly. Just the feeling of that one touch is enough to make Leon go insane, panting, begging internally for it.

"Calm down, rookie, I don't want you coming quite yet." Ada purrs directly into Leon's ear. He can feel her hot breath against him, feeling it warm the coldness that's been brewing inside of him for far too long. He needed this.

She lines him up and Leon can feel the smoothness of her vulva immerse him. It's a long, aching sensation of her slowly gliding down his shaft. She's so warm, so tight. It's heavenly. He wonders, if he's worthy of this. The feeling of this white heaven after so long of being haunted by hell. It's spiritual. It's home. Leon's vision is going bright, his aching muscles tense at the awareness of her. Nothing but her. Engulfed in bliss; pleasure brews deep in his gut. As she eases herself past the tip, down his shaft, and finally to the base, all Leon can focus on is how mind-blowingly wet and warm she is, she's so warm. A warmth Leon didn't know he'd ever feel again.

"A…Ada," Leon gasps, feeling her tense around him, her muscles contracting and relaxing.

"Leon," Ada echoes, clasping their lips together once more. They sit like that for what feels like hours, Leon twitching inside of her, begging for more. His balls are so full they ache, but it's the best kind of ache. He's never felt anything like it. Never.

Their tongues wrestle between them. Leon wonders if he's brushed his teeth in the past few days, he can't remember, but Ada doesn't seem to mind. She only gnashes their teeth harder, exploring every inch of his insides. Ada tastes like wine, dark and red. Leon groans again, his Adam's apple vibrating as he does so.

"Ada, please." Leon sounds pathetic, he knows it, too. Listening to his words echo back. He sounds so disheveled, so desperate. He wonders how Ada can make him so. How with nothing more than being inside of her, he falls apart.

"Please, what?"

Leon's cheeks grow flushed, he's never been talked to like this before, not in bed. Never before, but he drinks it in like the slow burn of liquor now splayed beside him. It's better than liquor in every way. It's better than anything.

"Please, fuck me," Leon begs, staring up at her piercing brown eyes with his own, her hair falls in her face. She looks just as messy as he'd assume himself to be. But it's hot.

To Leon's glee, she obliges, rolling her hips against him, stimulating the sensitive member between his legs. Leon can't help but buck his hips up, desperate to go impossibly deeper. He wants to fill her in the best way, he wants to fuck her, he wants to completely destroy her.

"Fuck." Leon isn't sure if he says it or Ada as he's pushing his hips up and down, his head feels too dizzy to care. He bites his lip, pleasure crashing over him brewing somewhere deep in his gut. Small, guttural moans escape somewhere deep in his chest where his heart pounds.

Ada pins his hands to the bed above him, sucking a deep bruise into his neck. Leon grunts in reply, thrusting up harder than before. He doesn't dare move his arms, he's in bliss exactly where he is. He couldn't ask for anything else.

Just when he thought it couldn't get better, Ada's clenching his hips with her thighs and in one swift, surprisingly graceful move, she's on her back and he's on top, now pressing his weight into the bed with his hands, still interlocked in Ada's. Leon drinks up the view of her breasts in that bra, the view of her under him. It's so erotic, so sensual. Leon knows what his job is now.

Leon's hips move at a speed he didn't realize were possible, pulling Ada's legs up so he's as deep as he can get. Her moans echo the room like silk. She's gorgeous and Leon can't get his eyes off of her as he fucks her impossibly harder into the bed.

"Leon, shit, I-" Ada gasps, pulling him closer with her thighs. Leon is panting, sweat slicked to his forehead as his member slides in and out surrounded by her walls. Skin slapping against skin, teeth gnawing on teeth. Ada slips her hands away to grasp onto Leon's back, etching deep scratches in the skin. Leon only groans in reply, nuzzling his head against her neck. He can't think, all he knows is to fuck her, pleasure her, to cum. He's working his way there, his cock is throbbing, spilling out precum. She's so inviting and feeling her raw is exactly what he needed. It's all he needed.

He feels her thighs twitch around him, squeezing him so tightly it restricts his breathing as she clenches around his cock, spilling her first orgasm onto him. He can slide in and out so much easier, not to mention the feeling of that hole growing even smaller around him, encapsulating his cock so tight he's afraid it'll suffocate.

"A-Ada," Leon groans, unsure of what else to say. It's all he can say. Her name. The woman under him, moaning so tightly.

"Leon, come inside me," Ada whispers just into his ear again like before. He feels her hands travel down his back to his thighs, "Fill me, Leon."

Leon chokes on his spit, those words sending all blood from his head to his cock as he feels his orgasm approaching quickly, his gut knotting in the best way imaginable. He's close, so close. He doesn't notice her hands growing closer to his ass, he's too caught up in his senses. The smell of cum and sweat, her beautiful body bouncing under him, the sound of skin on skin and her small moans.

It's all that fills the room for the longest time as Leon's orgasm brews deep inside of him. Their soft, pleasured moans, Ada panting under him.

"Can I try something?" Ada pants, her words carried by her air like the wind, "Trust me."

Leon doesn't quite register those words, only nods. He does trust her; he trusts her with his life. She could kill him and he wouldn't hold a grudge. He feels so at home, so in bliss as his orgasm approaches impossibly nearer. He wants to cum so badly and fill her just as she'd demanded.

"I trust you," Leon grunts, head-high, his cock twitching so incredibly hard, cum threatening to shoot webs in her. Everything is perfect, he trusts her so fully, that he doesn't think she could ever let him down. He wouldn't even think of it. She'd never do something she didn't think he could take.

At least, so he thought.

Leon feels a finger climb to his inner cheek, brush against his hole. But that's all it takes, apparently, for him to lose trust in a person so quickly it's like it was never trust in the first place.

When it prods at his ring of muscle, he completely freezes up. Every muscle in his body goes tense and white flashes before his eyes. He can't breathe, he can't think, all he knows is the primal panic that's been brewing deep inside of him.

Leon is shaking, seizing up at the pain, trying to force it out. He wants it out. He can't breathe, he can't think, not of anything besides the pain that hits him deep in his gut. He feels out of it, but still excruciatingly aware of every movement this creature makes inside of him.

"Leon, are you okay?"

One, two, three, four. Maybe he'll manage to have a normal life after this. Five, six, seven, eight. Maybe he'll actually manage to kill this creature and it never hurt anybody like this again. Nine, ten, eleven, twelve. His arm is turning red with his bite marks, all he can do is stare at the ceiling, tears rushing down the sides of his face.

"Leon, open your eyes, what's wrong?"

Leon is completely broken. No emotion. No thoughts. Just zoning out. Dissociating. The creature's thrusts grow sporadic, losing all rhythm for a moment.

"Leon, wake up."

"Just… kill me…" Leon whimpers. Begging. Pleading for mercy. Mercy would be death at this point. Mercy would be pushing a gun to his temple and pulling the damn trigger.

The monster grunts, its teeth dig sharply into Leon's shoulder, coaxing a scream of agony from him as he feels warmth, genuine warmth, fill his system. The tears that he'd shed were in vain. He feels bloated beyond what's physically possible. He feels so, so disgusting.

"Leon, open your eyes!" Ada says, harsher this time. He doesn't want to, images flash in his head, he doesn't want to open his eyes and be back where he started. He doesn't want to go back there. He can't. "I'm here. Listen to me. Open your eyes, Kennedy!"

Leon just barely manages to do so, tears spilling over his cheeks as the view of the room, his room enters his view. It's blurred, but it's not the police station. Never again. He inhales a breath he didn't know he was holding, coughing at the feeling of bile rising in his throat. His muscles ache from tensing so long. His lungs are on fire, his chest screams at him, and his throat burns with acid.

He barely has time to flee the bed and hunch over the toilet in his bathroom before his guts are spilling out. He feels so ill, so empty. Nothing but booze comes up, it tastes wretched, vile. Like the things he's been forced to recount over and over and over again for what feels like forever.

He barely hears feet follow him, hurriedly, almost panicked, "Leon, I'm sorry, I didn't realize… I should have asked. Are you okay?"

Leon doesn't want to hear it, he doesn't want to think about it. It's cynical of him, selfish of him, but he doesn't want her anywhere near him. It's her fault, it's her fucking fault. This wouldn't have happened if he'd just said no, if he'd denied her. He continues to regurgitate up everything over the toilet for another few moments before his reflex calms down enough so he can breathe again.

He stays silent for a minute too long, nothing but silence settling between the two of them as he finishes dry heaving, coughing up the rest of the substance in his throat. His lungs fill again, bliss. He leans over his mess for a moment longer, his head in his arms resting on the toilet seat. Where you belong.

"Leon…" Ada steps closer, Leon doesn't reply, he doesn't want to reply. He doesn't have the energy to comfort her to tell her it's okay because it, frankly, isn't okay. He can't pinpoint what emotions are spur of the moment and which are genuine. He doesn't want to tell her how awful he feels, how fucked up he is because then he'd have to explain what had happened and he can't. Never. He promised himself that.

A cold hand touches his shoulder, his nerves light up, and without even thinking he smacks it away harshly.

"Leave. Please." Leon mutters, sitting back against the wall now, head lowered, staring into his lap. He doesn't want to look her in the eye, he doesn't want anything to do with her.

"Leon-"

"Get out!" Leon booms, his eyes immediately meet hers. "Get out of my apartment, get out of my fucking life." His voice cracks at the end, he's crying so harshly now he can't stop the tears from swelling over his eyes onto his cheeks. He wants her gone, gone, gone. He never wants to see her again; he never wants her over to ask for another damn bed to sleep on. He knows she's got to have plenty of other men who will let her peg them all they want. He's not that man. He'll never let himself be that man.

Ada's eyes portray shock and pain. Leon can't pinpoint it; he just knows she's hurt. Maybe even mad. He can't tell. He doesn't fucking care. He knows, deep down, he should care but he fucking doesn't. He wants her gone. He doesn't want to see her fucking face again. He hangs his head in his hands, tears spilling onto his naked body.

For the next couple of minutes, he sits there, staring off into nothing, He hears her hesitantly leave the bathroom, fumble in his room for a long while, then walk past the bathroom door once more, stealing her last glance. Out the door with her heels she goes. When the front door slams shut, Leon can't help but feel a weight of pain release from his shoulders.

He was too harsh; he's known that since the moment those words escaped his mouth. He was angry. He couldn't control himself; it didn't even feel like his own words leaving his lips. It felt like his brain speaking for him.

He should have known better than to have sex. He was given a clear message by God of his worth. He doesn't deserve pleasure like that, he never has and he never will. He's ruined. This time, though, someone else was caught in the crossfire. He wants to apologize, to tell her he didn't mean it, but he can't bring himself to grab his phone from the other room or to even confront her, for that fact. He feels so ashamed of himself. A lost cause.

Leon cradles himself, hugging away the pain, telling himself it'll get better. It'll be better. This will go away. It has to go away, right?

Leon knows one thing for certain as he sits there alone, silence stale in his apartment. Nothing but darkness and depression encapsulating him. He needs to find help. He's afraid things will only get worse if he doesn't. He just hopes nobody else is caught up in his pain like she was.