Drip. Drip. Drip.

Leon's eyes fluttered open, vision clearing and falling on a steadily growing pile of blood beneath him. He was almost immediately aware that he was unable to move, shackled to the ceiling by several thick steel chains attached to his arms and wings, keeping him bound and allowing no leverage. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength, arms shaking as he tried to break the restraints. They didn't give in the slightest and he relaxed in defeat, hanging limply.

Shit.

This was not good. He had no doubts that he would be put to death, or worse, forced to submit to a lifetime of tests and operations. He had to escape, and fast. He scanned the room, which was completely barren except for one thick metal door on the far side. He licked the blood from his lips, the familiar iron taste exploding over his taste buds. He tilted his head back, focusing on the shackles above him. An idea crossed his mind. It would be his only option, and he had to act fast. He looked over his shoulder at his wings, torn and pulled taut behind him. A few of the razor sharp attachments still remained. If he could free them, he could cut the rest of the chains and free himself. He gripped the chains holding his arms and flexed his wings as much as he could, the hooks pulling hard in his wings.

Leon screamed in agony as they tore through the sinew and muscle of his wings, bolts of white hot pain shooting down his back. He didn't stop until the hooks tore free, his breaths coming in hard, uneven gasps. He let out a cry and twisted his body, arching his wings and using the momentum to slash through the chains holding his arms. He fell to his hands on the floor and quickly got to his feet, making his way towards the door as the broke the wrist restraints off. He spun and slashed through the clearance panel, sparks shooting out and the door opening.

Suddenly the lights turned to a dim red and alarms flared as Leon stepped out into the hall.

"Don't move!" Leon's head snapped to the side, several armored men with guns blocking the way. He turned and ran in the opposite direction, bullets spraying into the walls around him. He took a sharp left and large windows came into view. Leon couldn't help but smirk.

Idiots.

He launched himself through the window, an explosion of glass shattering around him. He fell for several stories before opening his wings and gliding low to the ground, moving between the trees out of sight. He shook his head to clear his vision again, the effects of the serum overdose still active, tinting his vision red.

A sudden shock had Leon gasping and crashing to the ground, rolling several times before coming to a stop. He cried out and writhed as the device on his chest sent pulse after pulse of electricity coursing through his veins. He rolled onto his stomach, managing to push himself up onto his hands between the jolts of pain. He had to put more distance between himself and wherever it was he'd just escaped from.

Leon struggled to his feet, staggering on through the forest. He had to find his way back to Chris.

Leon limped up the stairs and crashed through the front door of Chris' house, falling to the floor. He almost smirked, remembering how he was in this exact situation a year ago. His vision swam in and out, eyes unable to focus on one thing long enough before it became blurry. There was no doubt about the fact that he was dying, from both his wounds and the overdose of PG67A/W in his bloodstream.

The commotion had Chris running downstairs to see Leon on the floor.

"Leon!"

Chris ran to the ex-agent and flipped him over, his hands wet with Leon's dark crimson blood.

"Shit. Hang on."

Leon moaned in pain as Chris lifted him, his head falling back. His vision swam with blurred colors and bright lights and he brought a hand up to shield his eyes from the light. Everything was spinning and he fought hard against the urge to throw up, even though there was nothing in his stomach.

"Ahh!"

Leon hissed weakly as Chris lay him down, shooting pains running through his wings from the wounds. His hand fell, hanging off the table as he looked up at the light through half-lidded eyes. Every beat of his heart sent a new pulse of poison throughout his veins, accompanied by the occasional shock of electricity that had his body jerking uncontrollably.

The light was blocked out by Chris' silhouette as he straddled Leon's waist, taking hold of the device. Chris curled his fingers around it and pulled with enough strength Leon's back arched off the table as he cried out. He repeated the motion over and over, Leon's eyes fluttering and his lips parted in a silent cry. Chris refused to let go as he was shocked, although the volts seemed to have weakened since last he tried. He leaned back, pulling with his entire weight. One by one the wires tore free before the whole device came loose and Chris fell back.

Leon slumped, chest heaving, covered in a sheen of sweat. His nerves were overstimulated, clenching and unclenching uncontrollably from ghost shocks.

"Leon."

Chris pulled one of the ex-agent's eyelids back and had to bite his lip to stop a gasp. It was filled with red, angry veins and rimmed with blood. The molten gold color had turned into a sickly yellow and his pupil was slit into the thinnest line. His skin was pale and he was drenched in a cold sweat. Chris blanked. Fuck, he had no idea what to do.

Chris' eyes fell on Leon's parted lips, focusing on his blood stained teeth. If he let Leon drink his blood, would it be enough to save him? It was worth a try. He produced his combat knife and ran it over the exposed flesh of his forearm, gritting his teeth and letting out a small hiss. The wound was deep and quickly welled with blood that ran in rivers down his arm and dripped onto the floor.

"Leon. Leon, hey. Take this." Chris offered the agent his arm, but he didn't move an inch. He wasn't even blinking. Chris pushed the wound to Leon's lips, searching his face for a sign, for anything.

In the blink of an eye Leon grabbed his arm with both hands using a bruising force. Chris gasped in surprise as he was thrown onto the floor and Leon quickly covered his body, pinning him and sinking his teeth into the skin around the wound, breaking the skin in several places. He ran his tongue over the wound, relishing in the taste of Chris' blood. He let out a moan, pressing himself against Chris, eyes fluttering and falling shut as he drank the brunet's blood. Chris clenched his fingers hard, digging his nails into his palm. He curled the fingers of his free hand in the back of Leon's dress shirt. The wound throbbed with every beat of his heart.

Chris was beginning to get light headed and pushed on Leon's chest, but the ex-agent didn't budge.

"Leon- stop."

Leon pushed Chris' free hand to the floor, pinning it in place as he drank. Oh, fuck, it was so good. He couldn't stop. He didn't want to. He could feel his power slowly returning with every delicious drop. Crimson that tasted like metal with a hint of something sweet, something… Chris.

Leon tore his teeth free, gasping hard, eyes wild as he stared down at Chris. The brunet's blood slid down his chin. Idiot! Why would Chris do that?! He released Chris' arms.

"Chris- I-"

"It's fine. I'm worried about you, Leon. Are you okay?" Chris sat up and gave the ex-agent a concerned look. Leon parted his lips as if to say something than stopped for a long moment.

"You need to take me away from here. Now."

Chris pressed his lips together. For a moment he questioned his trust in Leon, but instantly cursed himself. Leon had been nothing but trustworthy and had only betrayed him because he was being used by Wesker.

"Alright."

They said nothing as Chris got the keys to his rental car. He wasn't sure how far away they had to be for Leon to feel safe, but he opted to driving to a small house in the woods he had a time share on. The drive took a little over two hours. The house was a quaint, two-story building in the middle of a small clearing surrounded by trees. He stopped the car and they got out, walking up the stone path. The sky was turning a lighter blue, the far horizon colored with oranges and pinks as the day broke.

Chris opened the door and stopped, turning as he realized Leon wasn't following him. His eyes were focused on the ground.

"Leon?"

Chris' voice faded into the space around them. Leon pressed his lips together. He could feel the faintest of tugs in his core that hadn't been there a few hours ago. Wesker was coming for him. There was nowhere he could run, nowhere he could hide that the B.O.W wouldn't find him. And he had dragged Chris into it. He looked down at himself, wounded, torn clothes, covered in dry blood.

Monster.

The tugging sensation had turned into a steady burn, ready to be ignited.

"Leon." Chris' hands on his shoulders brought him back to the moment. He met the brunet's gaze.

"He's here."

Chris tensed. Leon didn't have to see Wesker to know he was standing behind him. He could feel his presence. It was palpable and extremely difficult to not close the distance between them. Leon turned, his gaze falling on the perfect monster. Before he could stop himself he was closing the distance. Wesker's lips tilted in a smirk. He still had control over Leon.

Leon stopped just inches away from Wesker, every inch of his body craving to touch the man, his mind screaming at him. He couldn't help the tremble in his voice.

"How could you?"

Wesker tilted his head and scowled.

"Looks like you managed to get it off, with some help." Wesker's eyes flicked to Chris momentarily.

"I LOVED YOU!" Leon screamed throwing a fast punch at Wesker's stomach. The blond easily caught Leon's hand, crunching it painfully under his fingers. Leon cried out and glared up at Wesker.

"Oh Leon, you're such a pathetic fool. I never loved you or cared about you at all. You were merely my weapon. The one I really wanted was Chris."

Leon's eyes widened, brimming with unshed tears. Wesker smirked and spun, throwing Leon into the house. He crashed through the side of the building, rubble falling onto him. Chris ran, not making it far before Wesker appeared before him. Oh, he was going to have fun with the brunet. Wesker forced himself on Chris, biting the brunet's neck. Chris cried out, reaching to his holster and drawing his gun. Wesker simply smacked it out of his hand and slid his tongue over Chris' jaw.

"Don't you fucking touch him!"

Leon pushed aside the rubble and glared at Wesker, his eyes burning. Wesker sighed and released Chris.

"You'll have to kill me first."

Wesker flexed his fingers.

"Gladly."

Wesker was gone in a flash, sending a low punch to Leon's stomach before kicking out one leg. The bone snapped and Leon screamed, falling to one knee. Wesker could feel Leon's agony through their bond. As fun as Leon had been for a short time, his stay was no longer welcome. Now that he was no longer under his mind control he was nothing more than a nuisance.

Leon gasped as Wesker's fingers curled in his hair and forced him to look up at Wesker. He glared up at the blond with eyes that burned like gold fire.

"Such a waste." Wesker curled the fingers of his free hand and forced Leon to his feet. The ex-agent almost couldn't believe this was happening. He was so consumed by shock, hurt, and anger that the whole thing felt surreal. His mind was spinning as he was overwhelmed by the emotions. He stared at Wesker, his vision focusing in and out.

"Time to die, Leon." Wesker pulled his hand back and Leon shut his eyes tightly. He was going to die by the hand of the man he'd sacrificed everything for. The man that had changed him in ways he could never fix. The man that he'd loved.

A shot echoed around them and Leon's eyes flew open. He felt Wesker flinched and looked past him to see Chris holding his pistol. Wesker snarled and threw Leon aside, turning his burning eyes on the brunet. Leon caught himself on his hands, watching as Wesker walked towards Chris. The brunet fired the remainder of the clip, but Wesker easily dodged the last of the bullets.

"Chris…" Leon pushed himself to his feet, wincing as he put weight on his broken leg. If he didn't do something, Wesker would hurt Chris, or worse.

Wesker grabbed Chris by the throat, easily lifting him into the air. Chris struggled uselessly against the blonds hold, unable to free himself. Leon ran at them, ignoring the hot pains shooting up his leg.

"Wesker!" Wesker let go of the brunet and turned. Leon moved so quick he became a blur, throwing his hand out and driving it through the blond's chest. Wesker flinched, shock on his features before Leon let out a cry and ripped his hand out, blood pouring from the wound, Wesker's heart gripped tightly in his hand. Wesker's body collapsed at his feet and Leon dropped the heart, falling to his hands and knees screaming in agony. He'd never felt such an immense, overwhelming pain. Wesker's death had broken the bond between the viruses that had connected them. It felt like he'd lost everything, and in a way, he had.

Leon threw back his head and screamed at the sky until his throat was raw. Chris stood next to him, a hand on his shoulder. He knew what Wesker had meant to Leon.

Something inside Leon changed. A sharp, almost unnoticeable sting of pain. The parasite that was sustaining his powers began to die. It was only a matter of time.