Request #01

This work was for a good streamer friend of mine, not yet sure whether I should name, but they know who they are :)

Leon slowly paced amongst the bullet torn bodies of villagers, his Silver Ghost handgun trained over the nearest corpses to his feet as he stepped over them. After several nudges with his boot, he holstered the gun with mild satisfaction and pushed his dirty blonde hair from his face.

"Huh, where's everyone going, bingo?" he smirked to himself, casting his palms upwards in a bemused shrug.

He glanced around. All of the villagers, once screaming and yelling at him in Spanish, brandishing hatchets, pitchforks and torches, charging at him like the enraged mob that they were, had all fallen silent at the sound of a distant bell, and had dragged their feet through the damp, loamy mud to a small building to his right.

As if they had completely forgotten that an armed American man had encroached onto their rural, isolated little village in the Spanish mountains, and certainly not remembering that he had ended the lives of several of their number.

But…

He couldn't shake it from his mind. Something wasn't right. Their eyes shone with a life different from a normal being, and that one villager that got decapitated after Leon dived under the chainsaw of a mad man with a burlap sack on his head…?

He scoured the ground for said villager, and stood back as he observed little, pink tendrils slowly, oh so slowly, writhing where the neck once had a head attached.

He wasn't a biologist by any stretch, but even a junior high school kid knew that that was not how the inside of a human neck was meant to look. He nervously swept his eyes over the bodies once more, hoping that none of them would twitch, praying that they all stayed perfectly still in their embrace with death.

After slowly easing his nerves back down he jogged over to the door that the villagers had retreated to, and gave it a gentle push. It jolted slightly in the latches, and Leon frowned.

"Locked?"

His hand grew cold against the metal as he pondered his next steps, and with his fingertips he slowly drew lines over the insignia that rose from the door's surface. His eyebrows furled slightly at the shape; two large points aimed diagonally upwards, while the same spikes but bent at right angles graced below, and finally finished with one long point towards the ground.

He shuffled backwards, intending to search elsewhere in the village, but felt a cold, metallic force on the back of his head. The tell-tale click of a gun hammer made his heart skip a beat; surely these seemingly feral villagers didn't know how to use a gun?!

"Leon. S… Kennedy…" came a silky, sultry voice from behind him. He sighed out of his nose and curled his lip at the all too familiar voice.

"Ada Wong."

Of course. Ada fucking Wong. His fingers slid away from the door and he brought both arms up. Only a little.

"So if you're here…" Leon trailed off. That villager with the tendril infested neck… What was she after this time?

"I'm at work. Seems like you are too, Leon. Saved by the bell, is the saying?"

"So it was you who rang the bell?"

"Maybe, Ada purred, and she prodded Leon's right shoulder blade with her gun, motioning him to turn and face her.

She was just as he remembered from back in Raccoon City; raven hair shaped around her soft face, her eyes warm but secretive, her lips holding back a thousand remarks of deceit, no doubt.

"So you lived after all," remarked Leon. It wasn't a question. "How, Ada?"

Ada hummed sweetly, or at least to the unsuspecting man it would be sweet. Leon knew better.

"That's for you to discover. Anyway, I'm not here to hold your hand through another little excursion of yours, Leon."

"Yet here you are, ringing bells to save my ass?" Leon sneered, and Ada idly tilted her head to the side.

"No. I just needed them out of the way," she nodded at the dead villagers, "This is nothing more than a chance encounter."

Leon shrugged and clicked his tongue, slowly lowering his arms. Ada still aimed the gun at his chest, but he could see she still stared at his face, apparently oblivious to the fact that he was slowly reaching for his knife. Could he…?

In one quick movement his knife was against his throat, the flat side of the cold metal pressed against his skin; he could feel his own strong, fluttered pulse against the blade. He blinked wildly as he attempted to process the last few seconds. He had gone for his knife, intending to disarm Ada, and somehow her gun had spiralled through the air and landed in a slurry of dirt and blood, right next to the nearest villager corpse. Meanwhile his whole arm was now pressed into his chest by her body, clad in a long red jumper style dress that hugged every curve and definition.

"Oh Leon…don't try to be so smart…" her voice flowed like black silk, and she smiled, before leaning forward and pressing her lips to his own.

Leon's brain ran a thousand miles in all directions, trying to decipher her reasoning as her soft, supple lips slid delicately against his own.

But then, he wasn't exactly trying to push her away, was he?

He hesitantly peeked his tongue between his lips, and the kiss only deepened, with Ada further pressing the knife into him. A fiery pain jolted his skin, turning into a wet, hot sensation…was he bleeding? If he was, Ada clearly didn't give a shit as she yanked his hair and twisted his head to the side, and he nearly choked on her tongue.

He pressed his ass into the metal door behind him, hoping and praying that Ada couldn't feel what lurked beneath. Dammit, he was on a mission, why the fuck now?! A soft moan escaped his throat as Ada let go of his knife hand and slowly walked her fingers down his chest, down his waistband, all the while their tongues danced with fever. Her fingers travelled south further still and Leon tensed up in anticipation; what was she going to do?

He yelped as she grabbed a handful of his bulging crotch, before throwing him down to the floor (still clutching him). He whined and groaned weakly as Ada pressed her heeled boot into his cheek.

"Down, boy. Stay down, and be a good little boy today, alright?"

His eyes were clenched in pain as he writhed on the step by the metal door, and with a hissing noise, Ada's voice was no more.

"Ada, wait…" he gritted through his teeth, and he slapped a hand to his forehead, as if it would divert the pain to his face.

He opened his eyes and wearily looked about for the spy woman, but she was nowhere to be seen, his painful erection serving as the only reminder he had that she was even here.

"Never change, Ada…"

He groaned again and looked down. No way was he going to get away with dealing with this on a mission, he was going to have to wait it out.

The hairs on his neck and arms stood on end, and he gazed up to the sky in the distance. A storm was coming, he'd better get a move on and find Ashley.