You're just too good to be true. Can't take my eyes off of you. You'd be like Heaven to touch. I wanna hold you so much. At long last, love has arrived, and I thank God I'm alive. You're just too good to be true. Can't take my eyes off of you.

Leon hummed along to the simple tune as he finished unloading his dinner for tonight. Three boxes of Chinese take out for him and Chris to share, once the older man returned from his late night mission. It wasn't supposed to be difficult. An emergency call from Blue Umbrella about a contact going dark or something. Leon wasn't sure about the details, but Chris assured him over and over that it wouldn't involve any B. or life threatening situations. Just making sure that Blue Umbrella can continue to tear away all of the marks their predecessors made on this world with their bioterrorism.

He had been skeptical of them at first, especially since they hardly even bothered to change their name -why not call them anti-Umbrella or something?- but after so many years of the BSAA and DSO directly working with them, it was inevitable that Leon would learn to trust them. They did good work, honestly. With the USA's government and a number of other organizations just as dedicated to stopping the constant spread of viruses, they had a lot of people backing them up. That outbreak in Louisiana was proof of that.

Pardon the way that I stare. There's nothin' else to compare. The sight of you leaves me weak. There are no words left to speak, but if you feel like I feel. Please let me know that it's real. You're just too good to be true. Can't take my eyes off of you

But for now, Leon wasn't too worried about whatever was out there because tonight, Chris would be coming home and they'd spend the rest of their week together.

"I love you, Baby. And if it's quite alright, I need you, Baby. To warm the lonely night. I love you, Baby. Trust me when I say..." Leon sang the words as he waltzed through the kitchen at into the living room, his fork stabbing into a piece of Jalapeño chicken as he went. He continued to hum as he chewed, sinking into the soft cushions of the couch. Every muscle in his body relaxed as he rested his feet on the coffee table -something he only did when Chris wasn't around to see it.

The front door rattled but Leon didn't bother looking up, knowing who it was by the soft clinking of keys. He couldn't fight the smile that spread on his face either, as the door opened and heavy footsteps followed in. Leon loved Chris to death, but that man could wake a baby from a mile away with his feet alone.

"I got take out for tonight. Got you the sweet and sour chicken, since you can't handle spicy things." Leon called out, listening to the sound of Chris taking off his jacket and shoes instead of the music this time. But as a few seconds passed and no reply came, Leon turned to look at his husband and froze when he saw the dark look in Chris's eyes. Immediately, he set down his own take out box and rushed to the man's side, making a quick check for any injuries. When he found none, his hands gently raised to touch Chris's jaw. Leon tried to look up into his eyes again and was met with a pained and sorrowful expression.

With a half whisper, Leon tilted Chris's head up a little so that they could make eye contact. "Hey, what happened?" It was a horrible questions to ask in their line of work and usually, Leon wouldn't just as something so easily triggering, but this wasn't supposed to be a difficult mission. Not by any means. "Chris, are-"

Big arms wrapped around Leon's torso and in seconds, the smaller man was returning the embrace, giving off as much comfort and warmth as he possibly could. This wasn't the first time Chris has returned home like this, but usually it came after a particularly damaging mission and Leon would get a call ahead of time to warm their blanket in the dryer and have something warm to eat. At least he managed to get one of the requirements, but Leon had a feeling that good take out wouldn't be enough to cure this.

"Chris?" He whispered is softly, not sure whether to ask what happened again or to just let it pass. It'd probably come out eventually and if Chris never told him, than he'd find it in a report from the BSAA.

Leon felt Chris shift his grip but the man didn't let go, one arm still squeezing at Leon's smaller frame like his life depended on it. The sob that dusted his ear was heart wrenching and nearly pulled the same sound from Leon's own mouth, but he held it back for Chris's sake. Whatever was going on, he needed someone stable by his side and breaking apart with empathy wouldn't-

A sharp pain burst from Leon's side and he gasped, pushing out of Chris's arms in panic. The warmth from their embrace was replaced with cold dread as Leon held his side that was now bleeding openly, red staining his clean shirt and the palm that tried to keep the wound closed. Leon choked, brain short circuiting as he tried to understand what was happening. Why Chris was holding a bloodied knife on the exact side Leon had just been stabbed in.

"C-" Leon choked again, the metallic taste of blood taking over his entire mouth. The pain worsened and Leon couldn't hold himself up right anymore. His legs gave out and he fell to his side, his free hand keeping him from completely collapsing. All the while, Leon's eyes never left Chris's as he watched his husband take a few steps closer, that knife still held tightly in a white knuckled grip.

Leon scrambled away, every movement making the wound tear further, but the pain was dulling by adrenaline. He threw himself behind the couch before Chris could get any closer, that empty stare haunting his very soul. As Leon pulled his phone out of his pocket with a shaking hand, he tried to clear his mind enough to think of an escape. He needed a rational mind if he wanted to survive this encounter, let alone figure out why his lover decided to stab him.

The heavy stomps that followed him around the couch were no longer comforting. Now, it made his throat tight with horror in a way he hadn't experienced in a very long time. It reminded him so much of a tyrant and the broad figure in his peripheral vision didn't help the imagery.

As soon as Leon's instincts kicked in, he was pulling himself to his feet again, albeit still in a crouch. He held his phone tight in one hand as he stubbled away from Chris, his eyes watching the bigger man's every move. With the couch between them, Leon had some cover and stopped just long enough to throw his phone as hard as he could, aiming for Chris's head. The man dodged with an easy side step and the phone shattered against the far wall. Good. It would automatically send out a signal to Hannigan for back up. Now, he just had to stay alive until it came.

"Chris?!" It hurt to talk and Leon nearly choked on the blood rising in his throat, but he swallowed it down. "What the hell are you doing?!"

No reply came. Leon was left with what little he had. He made another lap around the couch and grabbed the gun from the couch cushions as soon as he got the chance. With a weapon now, Leon held it up but his entire body froze as he aimed at Chris's face. Despite the difference in expression, he still knew those eyes. That face. It was still Chris and...he couldn't kill Chris. He couldn't do it, even as his pointer finger tensed on the trigger.

Chris seemed to decide he was tired of this round about game and threw the couch aside with impossibly strong arms. In moments, a hand was wrapped around Leon's neck and he suddenly couldn't breathe. Leon barely noticed the pull at his side and his feet leaving the floor around the familiar feeling of getting choked with bruising fingers. The fun fell from his hands as he tried to pry away Chris's fingers, but there was no use. Chris had the advantage in physical strength, especially when Leon was injured like this. He tried to kick and claw his way out of the hold, but the fingers just squeezed tighter and Leon could've sworn he felt fingernails cut into his skin.

His vision was starting to blur and with nothing left in his mind but pure panic, Leon used the rest of his strength to kick high, his foot just barely making it past Chris's arms and into his face. The grip released him but Leon barely got the relief from it as he his the floor hard, his lungs still sputtering to get air. Spots crossed his vision and his head felt like led as he could do nothing but uselessly gasp and clutch at his side. Laying there, on the floor, Leon felt chills run down his limbs. He was cold and still couldn't breathe.

I love you, baby. Trust in me when I say. Oh, pretty baby. Don't bring me down, I pray. Oh, pretty baby. Now that I've found you, stay. Oh, pretty baby. Trust in me when I say...

The world grew darker and colder as Leon went still on the floor, fading along with the music.

The song is Can't Take My Eyes Off You, by Frankie Valli, if you didn't catch that. This is an idea that has been stuck in my head for a while and it has a lot more to it if I feel like writing it all out (which I don't). I mostly just wanted to get it out there for others to enjoy the concept.