"Back just in time." Sullivan said as he watched Chuck exit the air vent. Chuck heaved out a sigh.
"I've still got 30 minutes left. We're fine." Chuck said as he dug in his pocket to retrieve a box of Zombrex. He waved it at Sullivan to show he was prepared. Sullivan simply crossed his arms. Chuck quickly made his way to the security room. He stopped when he saw Leon sitting there looking over a magazine.
"The hell you doing in here?" Chuck asked as he hurried over to his daughter on the couch.
"Reading about last years fall fashion. You?" Leon smiled. Chuck sighed.
"Cmere Katey. Time for your medicine." Chuck said as he got the shot out. She nodded, paused her game, and got ready for her daily routine shot. At least it wasn't twice a day like it use to be. Chuck quickly and carefully gave her her shot.
"There. How you feel, sweetheart?" Chuck smiled at his little girl. Katey smiled back.
"Alright daddy. Thanks." She quickly got back to her game. He patted her head and motioned for Leon to follow him into the hall. Leon rolled his eyes, set the magazine down, and followed Chuck into the hall.
"Do you choose to blatantly ignore me all the time?" Chuck nearly growled.
"Hey, I was asked in there chump." Leon crossed his arms.
"By who? Why?" Chuck grabbed Leon's arms and dragged him into the same empty room as earlier.
"Calm the hell down. Damn Chuck," Leon yanked his arm away, "not like I went in there to fucking kill your kid! You should thank me, asshole." Leon yelled as he moved away from him.
"Why? What happened?" Chuck asked after taking a moment to calm down.
"The CURE bitch asked me to get yer kid some food and water. I did and when I went in there your kid started talking and asking me questions. So I sat and answered instead of ignoring her like the asshole you think I am." Leon shot at him. Chuck shrank. He didn't exactly trust Leon, but that didn't mean he had to bite the man's head off over nothing.
"Sorry." The shorter man managed to mumble out. Leon smirked.
"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you. Repeat?" He prodded as he leaned in closer.
"I said fuck you." Chuck said with an annoyed face. Leon rolled his eyes and kissed the shorter mans cheek.
"Sorry, I don't think you know me like that." Chuck said and wiped where Leon had gotten him.
"Oh, I know *you* like that, but you don't know *me* like that, chump." Leon smirked. Chuck frowned, realizing that was probably true. Leon knew more about him than he did about Leon.
"Whatever Leon." Chuck shrugged it off. Leon sighed before kissing him. Chuck happily returned it.
"Oh! I forgot..." Leon pulled away and quickly pulled out his wallet. Chuck sighed, sounding more annoyed than intended. Leon quickly stopped and smirked.
"Well then Chuckie... I didn't think you'd be that way about surprises." He chuckled. Chuck rolled his eyes at him.
"Yeah, I guess I'd be annoyed if the surprise was being a damn cock block huh?" Leon laughed.
"Shut up, damn. Just... What is it Leon?" Chuck asked agitated.
"It's ah..." Leon was quickly cut off by Stacey running into the room.
"Chuck! You really need to see this!" She said rather panicked and quickly hurried back to the security room. Leon bit his lip and leaned against the wall. Chuck sighed and gave him a 'you-understand-right?' Kind of look. Leon just shrugged knowing no matter what he said the man was going to go. Chuck quickly hurried to the security room. Not half a minute later did he feel a rumble from above ground. He pushed himself away from the wall.
"The hell was-"
"Leon we're going NOW!" Chuck called as he made his way to the vent. Leon quickly chased after him.
"So that bastard had the bright idea to fucking rob the place. Yeah that's real fucking smart. No one would notice at all." Leon said sarcastically as they both raced toward the armored van trying to make its way into the Atlantica Casino.
"You say it like... you didn't bust open... a few slot machines." Chuck said through labored breaths. He forced a smile Leon's way.
"I'd never. I'm no criminal like you!" Leon laughed. It was cut short as he suddenly fell on his back. Chuck made a quick stop and raced over to him. His eyes got big when he saw a large area of red spreading on Leon's shoulder.
"ffffFFUUUCK!" Leon screamed. He managed to avoid all those damn bullets before, but for those he saw where the shooter was. He hadn't seen the bastards mixed in with all the zombies on the steps.
"Shhhit. Are you- fuck. I'll... Wait here! Don't move!" Chuck said rather worried. He quickly picked up the gun that had flown out of Leon's hands.
"I don't... Fucking plan on it..." Leon let out a dry laugh. Chuck winced and quickly ran to take care of the bastards.
Leon held a hand over his injury and looked at all the blood on his hand. Damn, that was a lot. He was gunna need a new outfit after this. He heard a groan from his left. He looked over to see a couple zombies coming his way. Leon chuckled. It'd sure suck to be unprepared right now. He pulled out the hand gun he had tucked away and shot them. One fell a tad too close splattering blood on his face. He groaned and wiped it away. He winced when a certain movement shot a pain all throughout his left arm. He knew he just couldn't listen to that asshole Chuck. He sat up with a hiss. Man, that hurt a lot more than he'd like.
He easily got up to see Chuck a few yards away, reloading his gun. Leon smiled, rather happy that the man hadn't been hurt. But the smile quickly faded when he saw that he was still being shot at.
Un-fucking-acceptable.
Trying his best to ignore his injury, he made his way over and, almost on instinct, as soon as he saw one of the men, he managed a bullet straight into his head. Chuck turned to him surprised.
"Damn..." Chuck unwillingly let the word escape his mouth, rather impressed.
"You think a small little injury like that was gunna stop me, chump? You really are stupid. This here... Is a god damned spot light moment. You just sit back and watch." Leon said, trying to sound all bad ass. Chuck smirked, actually enjoying the scene, but he thought better than to let the injured motocross runner up fight off three other men with guns.
"You ever heard of sharing?" Chuck said before moving so he could see the three behind the beat up looking van. He quickly began shooting while Leon looked on in annoyance. With a growl, Leon moved to Chuck's side and quickly gave the idiot some much needed aide. It wasn't long before They were the only two living holding guns. Leon chuckled and moved to sit on a near by bench.
"Imma take care of the damn van." Chuck said under his breath and went to do so.
Leon. Was. Pissed.
There he is, watching this hot dude shooting up a van while he sat there loosing lots of blood from a bullet wound; Just having a nice time relaxing. Next thing he sees is miss tits walking by, van explodes, fucking hot dude runs over to save miss tits. They have a god dammed intimate moment! Oh, yeah. Miss tits had reeeally made him unhappy. He was only slightly pleased by her choosing to leave and not hang around with them.
Chuck quickly sprinted over to the injured man, wincing at the amount of blood.
"Shit. We need to get that looked at. Well have Sven take care of it." Chuck said as he offered a hand to help him up. Leon slapped it away and quickly began walking back toward the Royal Flush Plaza. Chuck sighed, assuming it to be apart of the taller man's usual attitude. He easily caught up with him and walked. He did start to find it odd that Leon had been quiet for do long.
"Leon." Chuck attempted to get the mans attention. No response.
"Hey, number one!" He said a bit louder.
Leon really had to fight back a smile. Fuck, did he love when Chuck called him that. He didn't want to smile though. He wanted to be mad at his rival. Chuck had to know that rolling around with Rebecca Chang was very much frowned upon.
"Leon cmon. The hell is wrong?" Chuck asked quietly as he grabbed the man's arm. Leon snatched it away.
"I want you to tell me what's wrong." Leon said with a smile that somehow conveyed much displeasure.
"I'm sorry you got shot... I shouldn't have told you to come with me. I know its my fault. I just didn't..." Chuck scratched the back of his neck, "I'm sorry." He said quietly.
Leon looked slightly surprised. Where the hell did that cone from?
"You're a dumbass, Chuckie. Its annoying. First off, I would have came no matter what so don't go blaming yourself for that. You know, if I hadn't come, you'd be dead. I saved you from the bullet in my arm, I saved you from zombies, so you need to thank me for that." Leon then looked expectantly at him.
"Thank-"
"Also," Leon cut off the very thank you he had asked for, "I'm kinda pissed at the way you were staring at miss tits back there. I'm not jealous or anything, but damn, eye fuck her when I ain't around!" Leon's face actually had a shade of pink to it.
"Maybe you should calm down... You're loosing a lot of blood." Chuck said, looking worriedly at the injured arm. Leon scoffed and quickly went back to making his way to the safehouse.
Chuck sighed and followed.
"You'll be fine in no time." Sven said as he moved away from the bandaged up shoulder. Leon gave a small sound of acknowledgment. Sven sighed, told him to be careful, and left the room.
Leaving Leon and Chuck to be alone. Chuck eyes wandered back and forth between the bandaged shoulder and the bruise on his chest.
"Don't you have people to save?" Leon said annoyed. Chuck shrugged and walked over to him.
"In a bit." He said as he sat next to the injured man.
"Whatever." Leon grumbled. He sighed happily when he saw the bottle held out to him.
"You're a real jerk." Leon said as he grabbed the vodka that, for some reason, was still being held in place by the blonde.
"What was that? Jerk am I?" Chuck smirked.
Wow, he was pretty damn attractive when he did that.
"Yeah. Complete and total inconsiderate, selfish, annoying as fuck jerk." Leon said with a determined smile.
"Mm... I might be a little selfish." Chuck said as he moved in and kissed him.
"You know, I'm still mad at you, ya fucker." Leon said, failing at sounding displeased.
"I swear, you are the worst. Every time were capable of having a damn moment you HAVE to ruin it somehow. I don't know why I'm even..." Chuck slapped a hand over his face in frustration, "you're such an ass. I really wish I'd killed ya, or left ya for dead." Chuck said under his breath.
"Well," Leon said with a small smile, "I'm kinda glad you hit me in the chest with that damn bat of yours."
"Shut up. You needed it, so... I hit ya. In short, I basically saved you. So you should thank me, *chump*." Chuck smirked.
"Ohhh you bastard." Leon chuckled.
"Damn right." Chuck smiled before slowly standing. Leon frowned in thought.
"You going out there on your own?" Leon asked flatly.
"Well you're hurt so-"
"So you'll be hurt if I don't come with." Leon winced as he stood up. Moving his arm too much was still really annoying and painful. He quickly took a drink from the vodka. Maybe that'd dull it.
"Leon. Look at yourself. You're a damn wreck." Chuck motioned to him looking concerned.
"And you're not? Man those clothes are gross. You need to get some new ones that don't have brain all over them. I bet you're covered in cuts and stuff." Leon shot back.
"I mostly just got the one on my right shoulder. So I'm fine. I was fine before you even came along. Don't worry about me." Chuck said, looking preoccupied by his baseball bat covered in nails.
"Chuckie, cmon," Leon sauntered over and placed his arm on Chuck's shoulder, "You know you'd be dead without me. Maybe 10 times over. I am the Chuck Greene ass saver." Leon chuckled.
"I spend half the time saving your ass, Bell. If anything, you're a time waster." Chuck said, sounding more serious than intended.
"Damn, and you call me a mood killer."
"Shut up. Look, I need to get going. If you're up for it... I guess you can come with." Chuck said, immediately regretting it.
"Damn straight I'm coming with " Leon smiled, "cause I'm in desperate need of a new outfit, just like you."
"I oughta make you walk around in your damn underpants the way you get everything all bloody." Chuck grumbled. Leon's smile widened.
"Shoot, we already to that part in our relationship?" Leon said lowly.
Chuck quickly froze. Fuck. He didn't want to hear that word.
"Just... Let's go..." Chuck mumbled. Leon looked confused, unable to read the shorter mans expression. Maybe Chuckie was embarrassed? Leon just sighed. He glanced over at the discarded shirt. No way was he putting that thing back on. He grumbled as he followed Chuck out of the room.