A/N: Indeed, two new chapters in one day. What? I was really in a writing mood since I had nothing to do on a Saturday. This chapter marks the third appearance for both Leon and Claire, which ties them with Jill as having appeared the most often. Before the story begins, I have a question to ask: Is anyone opposed to a yaoi story? I've written straight and yuri and that seemed to go down well. Please express your thoughts in the reviews, thanks.

The office was empty, not a single person present. Claire leaned back against the closed door and just looked around. The S.T.A.R.S. office was left to no one but her. The back wall had a radio, a few lockers, and a bookshelf. Spread through the room was a few desks and each of those was decorated with personal effects. Claire took the time to make sure the door was locked before she ventured further in.

While she wasn't totally sure which desk belonged to who since she hadn't been to the RPD before, it didn't take long to figure out which one belonged to Chris. Her older brother never was the tidiest of people and she recognized a few things on the desk. His leather jacket was hanging on the back of the chair and his guitar leaned against the wall. Claire had tried to learn how to play from him, but her fingers never would bend the proper way to make any of the chords.

"I finally get here and you're gone, Chris…."

She said to no one in particular as she sat down in his chair and looked over the desk; some folders and papers and not much else. She saw a leather-bound diary and picked it up, flipping it open. Inside were a few months worth of entries and all told of something called "The Mansion Incident" and how no one believed them. While no details were given, Claire figured something big had to of went down; it just wasn't in Chris's nature to make up crazy stories. She closed the catalogue of thoughts and returned it to the desk. Spinning in the chair she picked up Chris's guitar and held it in her lap.

"This is the closest I'm going to get isn't it? This really sucks balls."

She tried to form one of the chords Chris showed her and strummed the strings, but the only noise that came from the guitar was a dissonant sound that was very unpleasing to her ears. She shuddered and then placed the guitar back in its position leaning against the wall. Just as she stood and was about to leave the fax machine by the door came to life with sounds and paper began to print out of it. There was activity in this place after all! Claire sprinted to the fax and picked up the paper to begin reading it. There had to be something useful if someone was sending a fax into Zombie Headquarters.

That's when the thought hit here. Those people WERE zombies. It was just like she had seen in the movies. They were slow, had lifeless eyes, moaned and groaned, and wanted to eat people. It was hard to comprehend but her mind wasn't playing tricks on her. Leon had seen them too. Leon…he saved her earlier. He was a cop and that brought along with it a sense of security. So far he was the only cop she had come across who was alive or functioning, but one was better than none.

On the other side of the police station Leon walked up a flight of stairs and kicked open a door that was jammed. He found himself in a two story library. Why the hell did a police station house a giant library? For that matter, why was it so nicely decorated and why did it have all this fancy art and statues spread through out it? It was as if a professional decorator with a big wallet had come in. Regardless at least they were here. Even if there were zombies here, it was better than being outside. He sighed and moved through the library, figuring browsing the shelves for something of importance was better than just leaving immediately.

Claire stopped and leaned against the soda machine in the hallway. She had just come across another one of them and this one was dressed in a police outfit. He staggered towards her with extended arms and that horrible, pathetic moan. At a time like this she was glad Chris had taken her to the shooting range and showed her how to handle a weapon. One pull of the trigger and a bullet flew through the cop's head. Even now as she leaned against the machine to collect herself the zombie lay a few feet away in his own blood.

She hadn't seen Leon since they were separated and part of her even wondered if he had made it this far or if he was even still alive. He had to have been. Claire couldn't see him going down without one hell of a fight. As she pressed off the machine she heard a high pitched scream coming from further down the hall. That was definitely a human! Claire rounded the corner and saw a girl who looked to be about twelve or so backing away from a staggering zombie. As she raised her gun to fire the girl ran away. A squeeze of the trigger lodged a bullet in its back and the zombie very slowly turned to face her. Claire gagged and had to look away for a moment. A large chunk of its cheek was missing and its right eye was dangling freely from the socket. She forced herself to look again, but only to line up a headshot. Another gunshot and it went down; Claire wasted no time in jumping over it and following the little girl.

Around the corner and she thudded into a body. She fell back and drew her weapon but stopped when she saw a familiar face. She gladly accepted the extended hand and pulled herself up. She smiled at Leon and he was glad to see her too.

"Claire, I'm glad to see you're okay."

"Did you see a little girl run by here? I found her near a zombie but she ran off before I could stop her."

"So, that was you who fired the gun….Yeah, I saw a little blonde girl run through. Before I could grab her she slipped through that door."

Leon turned and pointed and Claire saw the bottom part of a door ripped out. It was the right size for a child to squeeze through but an adult wouldn't fit. As Claire looked back to Leon she saw him handing something to her. She took the large black thing and recognized it as a radio. Now they had some way to keep in contact and that was a good thing.

"I found an extra radio in the squad room. Now we have a way to stay in touch. It's set for my frequency, so all you have to do is talk to me."

"Thanks, Leon."

Claire hugged him and he returned the gesture. After they stepped apart Leon moved down the hall where Claire had just come from and she headed to a side door that was opposite the broken one the little girl had went under. Staying together wasn't such a great idea since they'd cover less ground that way. Then again, separating was just as bad since neither of them knew what exactly awaited them in the rest of the giant palace of a police station. The radio made things better since they could at least stay in contact and be able to update each other.

As Leon rounded the corner Claire looked back and smiled. It felt good to have one friend in this craziness. He was really cute, but now was certainly not the time to have those thoughts. She opened the door and stepped out onto the second floor balcony. A quick glance down and she saw the large fountain she passed on the first floor. Her attention was soon distracted as she heard a moan from up ahead. Just fucking great…another flesh eater she'd have to contend with. Thank whatever God was above that she found a few boxes of bullets in the first floor locker room.

Sherry finally stopped to catch her breath. The twelve year old still had no idea what was going on. She had gone to the police station like her parents told her and the next thing she knew the cops were being attacked and those……whatever they were appeared more and more. She saw that other man who was dressed differently than the others but was too freaked out to stop. Even though he called out to her and wasn't one of them, her body just wouldn't respond. Since her escape route only led to a dead end she listened to the conversation on the other side. Leon and Claire were there names and they were good guys.

"Why didn't you stop, stupid? That man was a cop, he could have helped…."

Sherry was kicking herself for running but she just couldn't help it; it happened out of a reflex. She looked around the new hallway she had wandered into and saw a few more doors that possibly held monsters behind them. However, she noticed something much better at the end of the hall. There was a stack of boxes and a vent in the ceiling. She smiled as she ran to it and climbed up to the top quickly. The vent wasn't screwed in so it slid over and she climbed in. There were no dead men up here so she could move through safely. She had to find Leon and Claire again. There was also that lady in red she had seen earlier, but that was earlier in the day and she had no idea what happened to her.

Leon swept the hallway and found it empty. In the time that passed since his last encounter with Claire he had found a myriad of things. The most obvious was the shotgun over his back, being held by a makeshift harness he created by taking the belts off of two officers he found dead. He had also found two keys, a handful of documents that gave him more insight into what happened, and worst of all he had found another hazard. It looked like a zombie except it had no skin, a razor tongue, and crawled on all fours. He had no doubt it was the "Licker" mentioned in one of the documents he found. He let out a heavy sigh and then moved on. He only wanted to search this last hallway of the second floor and then radio to Claire about his discovery. Those keys had to work on some of the doors he hadn't tried yet or maybe they'd open some Claire discovered.

Up ahead he saw a door half open with some light pouring from it. He quickly moved to it and pressed his back to the wall. Carefully leaning over he pushed the door open the rest of the way with gun drawn; it was silent and perfect police procedure. Even for a rookie, he was still damned good. There was no zombie or Licker, something he was actually glad to see. He saw Claire bent over a trunk, rummaging through it. Her cut -ff denim shorts were tight across her luscious butt and Leon could really say it was the best thing he had seen all night. Oh, just to touch that would make his day.

"Claire. Thank God you're okay."

Claire instantly stood and turned to see Leon. She smiled widely at him and reached into her pocket pulling out a silver key. It looked like the two he had; only the design of the handle was different. The two he had were shaped like a Spade and Club and hers was a Diamond. How many weird locks did this place have? It actually made Leon question whether he was joining a police squad or some puzzle lovers society. He slid his handgun into his side holster and removed his shotgun, leaning it against the wall before moving towards her.

"Good to see you're still among the living."

Claire just smiled and he found that odd. He lifted an eyebrow at her with a confused look on his face. She let out a small giggle and then shook her head before pocketing her key.

"Nothing…Just reminded me of something."

"What?"

"'Among The Living'….that's the name of a CD my brother really likes. It's the one that got me interested in rock music too. You just made me think about him."

She was certainly a weird one. Leon just shrugged it off and reached for his pocket, pulling out the two keys he had found on his quest. Claire smiled, realizing how similar they were to hers. She looked up to Leon as he explained.

"I saw some weird locks on some of the doors. These keys should open them, so we have a way out. I was reading some notes left behind by the other officers. It looks like there's a sewer system beneath the basement. If we get there, we should have a straight shot out of this place."

"That's great! Though we can't leave that little girl here. She's only a kid, Leon."

He knew she was right. If someone else was alive, they needed to be rescued. As Leon turned away to go back into the hall, Claire grabbed his wrist. He turned back to her with an arched eyebrow. She pulled him back to the large chest she was looking through when he entered the room. Inside were stacks of notebooks and manila folders; someone was keeping very good records around here. There may be something useful in there.

As Leon knelt near the trunk flipping through some of the papers inside he nearly jumped through the ceiling when he felt a hand tightly grip his ass. He sprang to his feet and saw Claire standing there, smiling at him innocently. The hell was that about? Was she trying to start something in the middle of a violent epidemic?

"What are you doing?"

"What? It looked good and I wanted to know what it felt like. It was really good in my hand."

Claire sauntered towards her, swaying her hips seductively. Leon took a step backwards, unsure of what to do. She stopped in front of him and ran a finger up his chest, up his neck, and then around his jaw. She smiled up at him and nodded. She had her eyes on him since they were in the police car and when was a better opportunity going to arise than right now? She grabbed his collar and kissed him. He moaned in surprise against her and tried to pull away, but she kept on, forcing her lips against his.

She wasn't a slut, very far from that. Leon just happened to be cute and he was a man in uniform. It also helped that he had the whole "hero" thing going for him and Claire liked him for that reason. By now Leon was becoming more comfortable with the kiss and was returning it. He began stepping back and Claire followed him until he hit the wall. Claire pressed herself again him and kissed him once more. Finally becoming comfortable with what was going on Leon placed his hands on her hips and kissed her back. What was the problem? He was young and into girls and Claire was young and into guys. They had fought zombies together and were working on an escape route together so there were no inhibitions or some weird moral ground to stand on.

Claire pushed herself against Leon harder, getting their bodies as close together as possible. They had the right and the ability to express their desires and she for one planned to take great advantage of it. As she held herself close to him, his hands began to wander. They traveled up her back to her shoulders, down again, over the sides of her hips to her thighs where they rested. When she had enough of the kissing she pulled away and grabbed a handful of Leon's collar, dragging him along with her. She stopped near a table with a few random items on it and swiped them to the floor before sitting down.

"Should we do this?"

"Tell me why we shouldn't, Leon. They do say some situations bring out people's real emotions and their desires. Why should we deny ours?"

She had a very valid point. Leon leaned over to kiss her again but she stopped him. She just grinned and shook her head. The look in her eyes showed him she had something else planned, some little devious thought already running through her mind. Her hands reached down to the waist of his pants.

"Don't you ever get tired of all the kissing? It was fun making out when we were teenagers, but we're adults now. Adults have others ways of enjoying themselves. Like this…."

Claire grasped his crotch and smiled as she felt an already somewhat stiffness there. She held her hand in place and caressed Leon through the front of his pants before standing from the table. She knelt in front of him and leaned forward, opening her mouth and pressing it against the soft material that covered him. Leon gasped at the unusual feeling. The teasing like this was something he hadn't experienced before and somehow it was better. It had to be the expectation that made it better. She pulled back and then reached for the button of his blue trousers, working on unbuttoning them.

"Oh….I'm being selfish…."

Claire stood and slid the zipper of her red vest down and removed it. With that gone she undid her belt and slid her red denim shorts off. Underneath were black boy style panties and it really didn't surprise Leon that much. She was definitely feminine but she was a total tomboy so it wasn't like he was expecting pink frills. As he looked her over now seeing her in a tee shirt and underwear, she placed a hand on her hip and gave him a look.

"I strip down for you and you won't do it for me? Who's being the selfish one now? Come on, boy, off with the shirt! Show me what's under it!"

She was pushy too. As Leon began to remove his gloves and then worked on slipping his RPD shirt off he had one thought going through his mind: with Claire's attitude this girl had to be incredible when she fucked. When the blue shirt was off Claire saw he wore a long sleeved white shirt under it, but that quickly came off too. His upper body was lean and in shape, but by no means overly muscular. He may have worked out some but it wasn't like he was in to heavy duty weight training.

Having what she wanted Claire dropped to her knees again and this time she finished unfastening his pants and yanked them down. She saw the firmness against his boxers and she instantly yanked them down too to get what she wanted. Her blue eyes glanced up to his and she smiled before leaning in and immediately taking half of him into her mouth. Leon watched as the girl move her head forward to take more in and then pulled back to let him slide out. Her tongue remained still though as her head slid back and forth, taking him in and then letting him out.

At the sound of his moans Claire leaned forward and took him in all the way, stopping when her nose brushed against his groin. She held her place there and began to swirl her tongue around, tasting and enjoying. With a deep inhale through her nose Claire pulled back and let Leon fully escape from her deliciously warm and wet mouth. She glanced up at him and winked before wrapping a hand around him and slowly beginning a stroking motion. Through his own accelerated breathing he watched her in return, waiting to see what else she had planned. She had already proven to be a great giver of oral, what else was on her mind?

"Liked that, Mr. Cop? Well, I'm not done yet."

A few strokes and then Claire enveloped him in her mouth again. Her speed increased and she began to caress the back of his thighs, only adding more tingling sensations as she caressed the sensitive skin. As her head bounced back and forth her hands roamed up and grabbed his ass, feeling and kneading. Suddenly her hand struck against the bare skin and he jumped which in turn sent more of him into her mouth, nearly hitting the back of her throat. He thought he heard her laugh but it was hard to tell considering. Again Claire smacked his bare ass and he groaned finding the mixture of pleasure and a little pain only added to the excitement.

Suddenly Claire pulled away but didn't stand up. She looked at Leon's hardness and began to lick it like one would a lollipop; the front, then the top and bottom, then the sides, all being carefully traced by her tongue. She sucked in her lips for a moment and then placed a large amount of saliva on it which she spread by stroking him again.

"Now we're really going to have some fun, Leon. I know I will."

Claire grabbed his wrists and pulled him down to her then shoved him backwards. He was more surprised by her aggression and control than he was by her sudden interest in him. He watched her slip her hot pants off and then move to straddle him. As she lowered her hips Leon suddenly realized she wasn't guiding him towards her wet opening. He felt himself being pressed against her cheeks and she groaned a little. She grinded her hips back and forth a little and then began to slide herself down onto him, though she was slow and he entered her even more slowly.

"Ever given a girl anal before? It's really hot….."

Her voice trailed off as she groaned again, Leon was carefully entering her. Claire's question was rhetorical but the answer was no. He had never done –this- with a girl before. He watched Claire's facial expressions, intrigued by them. Her eyes closed and she winced as her tight muscle clenched and unclenched as he entered her. She finally stopped once she was sitting on him, his erection fully in her. The idea of what he was doing to her had finally set in but it mattered not since Claire was enjoying herself and the tightness was good for him too.

"Oh, Leon…..You feel so good there…."

It started with a grind forward and then another before she lifted her hips and let a little under half of him out before she slid down again. Her hands gripped his chest, her fingernails slightly digging into him as she started a steady bouncing pattern. Leon groaned as her nails dug into his skin but he soon found it added to the pleasure. Claire really did know what she was doing.

"Claire…"

"Shhh…."

She shushed him and then started her bouncing motion again. The little pain she experienced was totally gone, replaced with the pleasure she sought. She tightened around him and then let go only to do it again. She gasped loudly when Leon joined in finally, moving his hips upwards to meet her. She had a slight worry he'd be turned off by what she was doing, but he had finally come around. She dug her nails into his skin again, this time almost drawing blood as she groaned loudly.

It was becoming too much for Leon to handle. Claire's nails in his skin, the tighter than usual pressure around him and the noises she made as she pleasured herself. He closed his eyes tightly and winced, gritting his teeth. Claire knew what that meant. She suddenly rose completely off of him which made him open his eyes to look at her. Claire knelt next to him, smiling.

"Need a hand, Officer?"

She gripped a hand on him and began to stroke. It started out slowly like before but was rapidly getting faster. Leon arched his hips and groaned, no, yelled out as his body tensed. Claire watched him orgasm, feeling the tightening of him in her hand and then the warm release that coated her hand. The look on Leon's scrunched face and his loud noises was amazing to her.

As he opened his eyes he saw Claire licking her hand. She grinned at him and winked. He sat up very slowly, still breathing heavily. That was the best sex he had ever had and that alone was still sinking in which slowed his movements more than his expended energy had. He watched as Claire eyed him again and then pushed him down.

"Claire…wha…."

"We aren't done yet. You had fun, now it's my turn. Now be a good cop and lie there before I have to handcuff you."

Good Lord this girl was a little nympho but he had to admit he loved it. He watched Claire straddle him again but this time she was nearly sitting on his face. She grinned down at him and lowered herself more. The enticing smell of her entrance was very alluring and out of instinct he flicked his tongue out to trace over her. He was rewarded with a moan and she leaned back some to give him more room to work with.

"Good boy, you know what to do. Now, go on……"