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The night lay still and silent as Leon pulled into his driveway, the porch light shining in sharp contrast to the oppressive dark. The faint glow of the living room peaked from the behind the blinds, a fortunate confirmation that Chris had made it home before him.
He twisted his keys out of the ignition, slumping back against his seat before gripping the wheel like a lifeline, desperate to have something to grasp in his trembling hands.
Leon studied himself in the rearview mirror, tilting his head left and right, up and down, fearful to find any signs of lingering infection. There were no marks on his face save the dark circles under his eyes, stark against gaunt skin.
He hesitated a few moments longer, preparing for the inevitable crash that would fell him the second he returned to Chris’ arms.
Leon knew that delaying it was pointless, so he pushed the door open and dragged his aching feet up the path. It took him far too long to unlock the door, a wave of relief washing over him as he finally stepped into the warm entryway.
He toed off his boots and shrugged out of his coat, leaving them strewn across the rug as he shuffled toward the living room light. He was desperate for a shower, but Chris was home, and that was a far better priority.
No voice greeted him, but any worry quickly faded when instead of danger or death, he was only met with the sight of his husband asleep on the couch.
“Chris,” Leon whispered, sinking to his knees beside the couch, suddenly too drained to stand.
Chris startled awake, instantly on alert, but just as quickly relaxing as his eyes met Leon's. “Hey.”
“Leon,” Chris breathed, pushing up eagerly. “Fuck, c’mere.” Leon fell between his legs, looping quivering arms around Chris’ waist.
He was unable to answer at first, sure if he spoke his voice would break. It did anyway when he croaked, “I really thought that was it for us.”
Chris stroked a gentle hand through his hair, leaning forward to plant a kiss to the top of his head. “It’s over now,” he assured, resuming his soothing petting. “I'm sorry I couldn't be on the ground with you.”
“S’okay,” Leon slurred, eyes fluttering shut. “We handled it.”
“I know, baby,” Chris soothed. Leon's breath hitched as he failed to blink back tears, and he was grateful Chris couldn't see his face.
“It reminded me of the Plaga,” Leon admitted as his tears ebbed. “I was worried one moment I’d be me, and the next I’d be ripping Grace's throat out. But I had to keep going.”
“You didn't deserve to go through something like that again,” Chris whispered into his hair.
“I thought I was going to die without being able to see you one last time,” Leon continued. “The whole time I just kept thinking, I'm going to die and I'm never going to see Chris again.”
Chris pulled away to cup Leon's face in his hands, rubbing delicate circles against his cheeks. Leon shuddered against the touch, blinking open his eyes to lock his gaze with Chris’. “I was scared too,” Chris murmured. “God, Leon. I couldn't even go in after you. I'm so sorry.”
They fell silent, both having said their piece. As Leon reflected quietly for a while longer, the panic and grief slowly began to ease, replaced by fiery post-op energy. Feeling marginally more human, he leaned in for a tender kiss, a slow brush of lips against lips.
Leon deepened the kiss, tugging Chris impossibly closer, as if perhaps he tried hard enough, he could meld them together. Chris slid his hand into Leon's hair, pulling him gently away. “Uh-uh, old man. Shower first.”
Leon scowled but hastened to comply, Chris swift to follow. “It hurts to move,” Leon groused as he stripped his clothes.
“I'm sure it does,” Chris placated, turning the shower head and testing the water as it grew hotter. “Just relax, Leon, I've got you.”
“I'm too old to be bathed,” Leon protested, but did nothing to hinder Chris’ gentle manhandling as he directed him under the stream.
The water felt scolding and glorious against his tattered skin, and it wasn't until Chris wrapped his arms around Leon from behind that he realized he'd been shivering.
Once Chris deemed him properly warm he stepped away, grabbing the shampoo and lathering his hands. He tilted Leon's head back, gentle nails scraping his scalp and combing through his hair.
Leon melted into the touch, shuddering when Chris gave a teasing yank before pushing him back toward the water. “I'm surprised you didn't shower before you made the trip back."
“Just wanted to see you,” Leon mumbled, leaning back against Chris as he began to work conditioner through his hair. “Plus, you do all the work.”
“I thought you were too old to be bathed?” Chris mocked, finally, finally massaging his skin with firm hands and an excessive amount of soap. His hands drifted lower, giving his ass a firm squeeze before snaking an arm around him to scrub his chest. He swiped a thumb carefully across Leon's nipple before giving it a harsh twist.
“Chris,” Leon breathed, a whine slipping past his lips as Chris slid his hand down, down, down, caressing his already hard cock. It was a wonder Chris could still get him up so fast. “I honestly don't think I'm going to last long. It's been literally forever.”
Chris huffed a laugh, kissing a warning into his shoulder as his free hand kneaded Leon's ass, before biting down hard.
“Fuck,” Leon grit out, his dick twitching in interest. “C'mon, Alpha, don't make me wait.”
Chris groaned at the name, nipping his shoulder once more before spinning Leon around so they were chest to chest. “That's weirder than you think it is,” Chris grumbled, but his resolve was weak and they both knew it.
“You like it,” Leon snickered, but was promptly shut up with a desperate kiss. Tongue and teeth clashed in a battle for dominance before Chris tore away, dropping to his knees and fisting Leon's cock in his hand. He nosed it greedily, twisting and tugging languidly.
“Fuck, baby, you're leaking so much,” he praised, swiping his tongue against the tip. “Leg up, wanna fuck you with my fingers.”
“Yessir,” Leon obeyed, leaning his weight against the wall and hiking one leg up over Chris’ shoulder. He watched in aroused awe as Chris adjusted carefully, simultaneously shoving an unforgiving finger into his hole and swallowing his dick deep.
Chris bobbed up and down in steady rhythm with his finger, quick to add a second. Leon shuddered and twitched at each ministration, soft ungh, ungh, unghs falling past his lips as Chris worked his fingers deeper, adding a third and grazing his prostate.
“Chris,” he gasped, clutching Chris' hair to steady himself. “Fuck, fuck, I'm not going to last long,” he babbled, laughing breathlessly as Chris groaned around his cock and relentlessly fingered into his prostate. He tensed, waves of pleasure riveting through him, consuming and raw. He sobbed as Chris abruptly stopped his movements, pulling off his cock with an obnoxious pop. “Chris, please, don't be an ass, I need-”
“I know, I know, relax,” Chris soothed, “You're fine, baby. I'm going to fuck you, I promise, but not in the here.”
Leon grumbled pitifully as Chris stood, but even through his haze of arousal he could recognize some semblance of reason behind Chris’ words. Everything already hurt, and fucking in the shower was probably a poor decision.
Chris helped him towel off, both of them still dripping water from their hair in their rush to the bedroom. Leon fell onto the bed, chest down and ass up, too eager to care for tact.
Chris grabbed the lube from the night stand, popping it open and squeezing a generous amount into his hands, giving his own cock a few rhythmic tugs before crawling toward Leon. “You're sure you're not too sore?” He checked as he brought his dick up. “I can just eat you out, baby, if you don't want-”
“Shut up,” Leon hissed, looking back to glare impatiently at him. “It's just some bruises. C’mon, Redfield, I'm just old, not made of fucking glass.”
Chris rolled eyes, though his smile contradicted his annoyance. “You're going to regret that,” he promised, pushing into Leon and bottoming out in one fluid motion. Leon jolted forward, gasping into his pillow as Chris set a brutal pace. He pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in, grunting with each thrust.
“Oh fuck,” Leon wheezed, the only words he was able to get out before dissolving into a puddle of mindless whines and moans. “Oh fuck,” he managed again when Chris easily found his prostate, unforgiving and persistent, jolting Leon with each ram of his cock against the bundle of nerves.
“That's it,” Chris murmured, a hand trailing across his back before resting loosely on his hip. “Feel good?”
“S’good, so good, Chris, please, I need-”
“Shh,” Chris shushed him, grabbing Leon’s cock and tugging in harmony with his thrusts. “I love you, Leon, fuck, I'm so glad you came home to me.”
“Me too, me too, Chris, fuck, please-”
Chris leaned forward, sinking blunt teeth against his shoulder, and Leon came with a shout, riding out his orgasm as Chris pounded into him. He moaned when Chris followed soon after him, thrusting his spend deep into Leon a few more times before pulling out and collapsing atop him.
“Heavy,” Leon groaned, and Chris huffed another easy laugh, rolling off him to grab a washcloth from the bathroom. He wiped Leon off gently, then himself, tossing the dirty towel into the laundry basket before falling into bed beside Leon, pulling the covers up and cocooning them both in soft fabric.
“I love you,” Chris whispered again, stroking Leon's forward as though he might break.
“I love you,” Leon echoed, forever grateful to have a person, and a place, to go home to.