Wesker lifted Leon into his arms and carried him into the examination room. He lay Leon down on the table and removed the remains of his tattered clothing. He cleaned the dried blood from the man's body and redressed him in a tight black t shirt and black jeans before carrying him into his personal bedroom. He lay Leon on the bed, folding his hands over his chest and tucking his wings comfortably to the man's sides. Wesker knew it would still be several hours before Leon would reawaken, the wound on his stomach only just starting to heal. He grabbed the man's jacket and personal affects, setting them on the small table beside the bed. Wesker smirked as he thought of the stunning moment when the agent would awaken. Walking out of the room, he made his way to prepare for several tests.

Leon opened his eyes, seeing every detail around him in stunning clarity. He sat up and looked around the new room. He wasn't in a daze; he could remember everything that happened to him prior to his death. He looked down, noticing the lack of blood covering the sheets and his skin, and the new clothes he was adorned in. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, amazed at how he could see all the parts in each pigment of color. He blinked a few times and found he could control the newest ability of his sight by focusing in and out, much like the ability he already possessed to increase and decrease his line of sight.

Leon stood, making his way to the mirror that rested on the dresser across the room. He took in his features. Immediately he caught his own gaze as he noticed the new bio-luminescence of his eyes. They had already been brightly colored in green and gold, but now they emitted a faint glow that could probably be seen in the dark, much like Wesker's, he assumed. He noticed that his skin was completely flawless, albeit for the scar across his cheek. The few places which his hair was threaded with small grey strands had been replaced by brilliant blond highlights. He ran a hand through his hair as he admired himself, his bangs falling back into place. He'd always had strong, gorgeous features but now… well, he smirked at his reflection.

Leon heard a faint vibrating noise, emitted in even intervals five times before stopping. He walked over to the small table with his belongings and reached into his jacket pocket, producing his phone. He was surprised to see it still have over forty percent battery remaining, and saw he had several missed calls and unread messages. He checked them in order, a few from Hunnigan, but mostly from Chris, saying how worried he was and begging Leon to call him. The phone vibrated in his hand and he was receiving a call from Chris. Leon swiped his finger across the screen and put the device to his ear.

"Leon?" There was no doubt that the voice belonged to Chris.

"Hey, Chris. Yeah, it's me." Leon knew the brunet would ask a flurry of questions, but he did owe him an explanation.

"Thank god! Are you alright? Where are you? Is Wesker there?"

"Don't worry about me. I'm fine. Wesker is here, somewhere. Wherever here is." Leon knew they were in one of Wesker's private mansions, and he wasn't lying when he said he didn't know where exactly.

"Leon, you have to leave. Wesker is going to use you. You can't trust him."

Leon could hear Chris pacing in the background.

"That's my choice to make, not yours. I'll call you later." Leon hung up put his phone on silent, slipping it into his back pocket. He slipped his boots on and made his way through the building, taking in the ornate decorations. The building had almost the exact same layout as the one Leon had previously been in, so it wasn't hard to navigate. Leon strode down the staircase and pushed open the double doors. He didn't really know why he was going the way he was, other than a slight tugging sensation inside his chest. As he rounded the side of the house, he saw Wesker standing in a gorgeous garden. Subconsciously, he had gone to the blond without intending it. Would he always know when Wesker was close?

"Ah, Leon. So nice of you to join me. I wasn't sure if you would find me out here." Wesker turned as Leon approached, stopping at the edge of the flowers. He couldn't help but wonder if the man tended to them himself, or simply paid someone to do it. Either way, it was a stunning sight, considering the man of his affections was right in the middle of the picture. Leon inhaled deeply, the air carrying the faint fragrances of freshly cut grass and the aroma of every flower, mixed into one intoxicating fragrance. But it was nothing compared to the scent of the man he desired, which overpowered everything else.

"I will always find you," Leon stated confidently. The emotional attraction he had towards the man made it near impossible to keep his distance, even more so now that it was physical as well.

"I would like to see everything you are capable of. You will not be aware of all your powers at first; some will come to you naturally, while others with hard work and determination. Are you ready?" The blond asked, his lips twisting up in a grin.

Leon had been about to ask 'ready for what?' but never got the chance as the blond disappeared and threw a quick strike at Leon's chest. Leon didn't even have time to react before he was thrown ten feet from the force of Wesker's strike, landing less than gracefully on his ass.

"What the hell? You didn't even wait for me to say if I was or not!" Leon protested as he stood.

"You told me you have unlocked your abilities in the heat of the moment. This would be a perfect instance for you to try." Leon expected to be hit again but the blond stood still as a statue, waiting for his response. His words were wise and Leon couldn't deny the fact that the blond was mostly right, except for the fact where it always had to be a life threatening situation. If there was a time to try, it would be now. He produced his phone and selected a song, dropping it on the grass and taking a defensive stance. Wesker raised a brow but said nothing, flexing his fingers.

Wesker struck Leon several times, not hard enough to hurt the man but enough to irritate him. Leon growled in frustration, the next song on the list playing: I am Machine by Three Days Grace. Leon smirked; this was music he could spar to. He closed his eyes deeply and stood still as Wesker moved around him, always striking him from a different angle. Leon could feel the currents in the air brushing his skin. He felt one suddenly change direction as Wesker sped by, and he opened his eyes and aimed a punch at the thin air. Sure enough, he managed to clip Wesker in the ribs. He smirked as he met the older man's gaze. His blood was racing and his body hummed with adrenaline. He felt like he was supercharged, like his skin had a static touch to it.

"My turn." Leon smirked and vanished. He saw the satisfied look on Wesker's face as he unlocked one of his new abilities. He struck at Wesker several times, the blond easily anticipating his attacks and blocking each one. He caught Leon's wrist and spun, tossing him into the air. Leon back flipped and landed amongst the flowers before launching himself at Wesker with enough speed to cause most of the flowers petals to explode into the air.

Leon jumped on Wesker's back, wrapping his arm over the older man's windpipe tightly and locking it in place with his other arm. Wesker staggered before easily slipping out of Leon's grasp, throwing him to the ground and pinning him. Leon was breathing hard as he looked up at Wesker, his eyes burning molten green and gold. The next song began to play: Poison by Groove Coverage.

Leon stared up at Wesker, lost in the man's gaze. Suddenly lips were on his and he dug his fingers into the material of Wesker's coat, dragging them down his back. He kissed Wesker back with a relentless hunger, unable to sate his hunger. Wesker pushed his tongue into Leon's mouth, making the younger man moan with need. He arched his back off the ground, rubbing up against the blond, desperate for more contact.

I hear you calling and its needles and pins,

I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name.

Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin,

I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison.

Leon bit Wesker's lip hard, making the older man break the kiss. He eagerly licked the beads of blood that collected on Wesker's lips, staining them crimson red. He moaned at the taste. God, everything about the man was perfection. His touch. His smell. His taste. Leon wanted all of it. Needed all of it.

Leon rolled them over so he was straddling Wesker's waist. He leaned down and nipped the blond's neck before running his tongue up the delicious skin. His moment of dominance was short lived; the blond flipped them back over and pinned Leon's hands above his head. Leon smirked. The man was clearly a top and always had to be in control.

Wesker gripped Leon's wrist and snapped it. Leon cried out, the white-hot pain only fueling his lust further. Leon's eyes fluttered as Wesker grinded his hips teasingly. He loved to see the younger man squirm.

"Fuck! Please! Fuck me, hurt me, do something!" Leon begged the older man, who gave in because the younger asked so nicely. He kissed Leon hard, pulling down his pants and pushing his knees up to his chest. Leon's eyes were shining with anticipation as Wesker pulled out his cock and thrusted deep into his ass. Leon moaned loudly, pushing against Wesker as he thrusted hard.

"Yes! Give it to me!" The younger man cried out in ecstasy. Wesker smirked, loving how much control he had over Leon. He was the only one that could make him feel these things. The only one Leon would follow unquestionably. He pushed into Leon fast, listening to the cacophony of noises falling from the man's mouth.

Wesker leaned down and bit Leon's ear, running his tongue over the shell giving the younger man shivers. He took hold of Leon's cock and stroked it in time with his thrusts, both inhumanly fast, and Leon threw his head back and came. The agent's body convulsed with a powerful orgasm, making his ass clench harder around Wesker's cock. He spilled his cum deep inside Leon before pulling out and zipping himself up, eyes running greedily over the man panting beneath him.

"Fuck. I've had sex more in the past week than the past year." Leon sat up and fixed his clothing. He noticed he'd completely forgotten about the pain in his broken wrist and found that it actually didn't hurt anymore. It was still obviously injured, but his body had different ways of dealing with the pain now. He turned to the blond, who was staring at him intently.

"You never cease to astound me, Leon." The agent had to look away as the blond praised him. He couldn't imagine anyone else saying such nice things to him. His lips parted in a smile.

"I'd suggest getting more practice to hone your abilities. There is a fence surrounding this property; cross it and you will find plenty of t-virus infectee's to train on." Wesker stated and strode off. Leon watched him go before standing. He knew the man had complete trust in him; and why wouldn't he? Leon had no reason to think of leaving. He reached down and picked up his discarded phone, pocketing it and walking across the large field.