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Here they were, Chris and Leon that is, in some forsaken lab on another grueling mission, surrounded by infected, dead men walking, that had been released from their holding cells by one megalomaniac or other hell bent on destruction or control. It was hard to keep track of motives when they were so repetitive. The most frustrating part was that the bastard responsible wasn’t even here. In fact, they had no one but the dead and each other to keep them company. He hoped Jill, Rebecca, and Carlos knew what they were doing, because there was an unknown number of BOWs between them and the exit. Under normal circumstances Leon wouldn’t be perturbed. But as it was, his heat suppressants had gone up in smoke along with his hotel room when the villain of the week decided he would try to take the advantage.
Now, three days later, Leon was losing the ability to ignore the effects of missing his doses. He had been hoping to take in this idiot before symptoms had begun to set in. Pre-heat. It was too late though. Leon knew that as soon as he started feeling the urge to nest that his suppressants wouldn’t do jack shit. Those seemingly minute signs just kicked the door in, breaking the latch on their way through. This made way for fidgeting, irritability, fever, and that low familiar burn in his gut.
His only saving grace was that even though he had a partner, it was Chris Redfield. If he could trust anyone to leave him to a hoard of BOWs and save himself, it would be the man who hated him. Well at least he hoped the other man would leave him behind. He couldn’t bear the idea of guilt or Claire’s reaction if Chris got himself killed trying to save someone like Leon. However, there wasn’t much to be done anymore. They were trapped three levels underground in the middle of nowhere with no clear exit.
Chris was on point, Leon following his plodding footsteps with near silent ones. Leon had tried to argue against the marching order, but Chris had made a good point otherwise. Like Leon had lost his suppressants in the explosion, the BSAA captain’s hearing aides were destroyed. While he could still hear, it was obviously more difficult and with Chris’ eyes to the front, Leon could focus more on listening for hidden assailants.
Not that Leon was doing the best at that at this point.
It came to head when Leon was supposed to be on lookout duty while Chris combed through a lab for anything useful. Leon couldn’t tell you the exact chain of events beyond shouting and a solid body tackling him to the ground, followed by several gunshots. His head spun with the force of both the body pressed over him and the whip-crack of gunfire. He was vaguely aware of somebody dragging him through winding hallways, shouting something at him, but it sounded like the words were coming through water.
“Leon!”
Large hands shaking him by his shoulders brought him out of his stupor. He met angry brown eyes, his omega instincts kicking into overdrive, and he couldn’t stop himself from baring his neck in an attempt to appease the alpha with his submission. Chris’ brows furrowed at the action, and he demanded what Leon was doing. Oh right, Chris wouldn’t know of Leon’s secondary gender. As rare as Omegas were, there would be an outrage If people knew one was being put into dangerous situations by the government.
“Heat.” Leon whines out, not being able to form much of a coherent sentence to explain himself, “my heat—”
His attempts were broken off by a thready whine and he could only hope that Chris would be able to put two and two together. It had been so long since he had allowed himself to have a heat, Leon expected he would be near incoherent soon.
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Chris had dumped Leon in what looked to be an empty holding cell after having to drag him through hallways. He had vaguely noticed Leon’s stumbling steps but had been more focused on moving them both to avoid the attention that would be drawn by his shots. Now that he thought about it, Leon had seemed rather dazed for the last several hours, unusually quiet and spacy. The sweet smell had started to permeate the halls of the labs over the last hour, but he hadn’t concerned himself with it.
It all clicked into place when Leon practically whimpered about his heat. Chris had stared at the other man. He had assumed Leon was a Beta, having lacked the bulk and scents that usually accompanied alphas but also was not slight and sweet smelling like an omega. He never gave any indication that he could scent others and while there were betas who had olfactory sensitivity, they were the only ones that were known to lack that trait.
Regardless, every current sign pointed to the agent propped up in the corner of the cell, panting, being nothing other than an omega. An omega in the early stages of heat. Shit. Why hadn’t Leon thought to mention anything earlier? If he was so close to heat, a heads up would have been the least he could do. Now, Chris was trapped three floors under and by the looks of it, Leon wouldn’t be much use in a fight.
“C-Chris”
His name was little more than a soft whimper, but he snapped his attention to the omega. Leon, his name is Leon dammit. Chris took a moment to push what seemed to be a heavy metal cabinet in front of the door. it would only hold for so long in the event of an attack and did little to cover the window to the cell, but it would do for now. In two strides, he was back in front of Leon, crouched to his level, his 909 still white knuckled in front of him.
“Leon? What do you need from me?”
The younger man seemed to be processing at half speed. His gasping breaths filled the silence as he considered his response.
“I don’t know. S’been a while. G-gonna be a bad one. Might need you to help me.”
Leon didn’t have to elaborate on what he meant by help. Chris knew exactly what was being implied. The hesitancy must have been obvious because Leon practically snarled, “I’m not that far yet, Chris. I’m telling you right now, I’m giving you permission to do what you need to.”
That was more than permission to mate. It was blanket permission. Chris realized that Leon was more than willing to be left behind to let Chris save himself. The alpha in Chris beat against that, against even the thought of leaving a vulnerable omega in a dangerous situation. Historically, Leon could more than easily take care of himself, but this wasn’t that Leon to Chris. This was somebody that needed his protection, needed his help. It should have been scary how quickly the self-reliant Leon Kennedy had washed away in Chris’ mind to leave behind something else. Something he couldn’t really name, but he knew what he had to do.
First thing was making sure Leon was comfortable. It may be too late for him to nest, but Chris could at least try to make it bearable. Glancing around the room again he saw there were two beds with thin mattresses. They were light enough for him to move into the corner furthest from the door, leaving the bed frames pushed near each other and out of the way. He could smell the mildew from the mattresses, crinkling his nose in response, but really what could he do? He just needed to get Leon to a point where he was coherent enough for them to escape this place and get whoever Leon’s heat partner was, involved. Digging through that metal chest of drawers revealed sheets which, while dubious, were clean enough to do the job.
Chris was definitely not an omega, and he had no idea how to build a nest. Instead, he made sure that mildewy mattresses were covered enough to mask their stench and threw his coat into the pile. He knew that omegas tended to want some amount of alpha scent in their nests and hoped his would suffice for the one he was currently dealing with. Leon seemed to take notice and was quick to drag himself onto the makeshift nest. Chris watched, unsure, as the Omega seemed to scent the pile of linen and rearranged them to make some honestly pathetic walls for the nest before settling himself over Chris’ coat. A primal part of Chris preened at his scent being accepted by an Omega, but harshly reminded himself that Leon really didn’t have many options.
Leon was now staring at him with glazed eyes and panting, “C’mon.”
That was all the permission Chris needed. He made quick work of shedding himself of all but the most necessary gear, leaving his shoulder Iholster and shirt in place before joining Leon in the nest. It was clearly not comfortable, and Chris felt an irrational spike of disappointment in himself for not being able to provide more to the Omega. Leon was trying to remove his own gear, unsuccessfully, weak, uncoordinated hands failing to catch on the clasps. Chris gently pushed his hands aside, shushing Leon’s whines absently as he worked at the clasps and buckles.
It took much longer than it should freeing Leon from the tangle of straps due to the smaller man’s uncoordinated movements and whines shaking their way from his throat. All the while, Chris could do little more than whisper soothing reassurances and admirations.
“You’re doing do good, Leon. Lift your hips for me.”
“There you go, good boy.”
The praise seemed to rock through Leon who whimpered out a high moan and flushed red down to his now bare chest. Leon was barely coherent, repeating pleas for Chris. Every time his name left those glistening lips, Chris felt his own arousal growing, tightening in the stiff material of his combat pants.
With Leon’s own sinfully tight pants and boxers removed, that sweet scent flooded the room. Chris’ mouth felt dry looking at the man exposed beneath him. The omega’s cocklet was standing at attention, folds and thighs gleaming with slick. The larger man’s throat clicked as he watched the little cocklet twitch and jump even without stimulation. His hands hovered over Leon, glancing up to his pinched and dazed expression.
“Chris, Chris, please…” the BSAA agent figured neither of them knew exactly what Leon was asking for, but he knew he had to do something.
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Leon felt like he was about five seconds behind his body. He was aware of the please slipping out his mouth, and he really couldn’t bring himself to care. All he wanted was for Chris to do anything. He felt like he was burning up inside and he needed to be filled yesterday. The warm, woody smell of Alpha did little to help him keep his faculties about him. It practically surrounded him between the man above him and the scratchy fabric below him.
It seemed that Chris understood his begging. He jumped as large but gentle fingers pressed into his folds, teasing his cock and slit deftly. A whine tore from his throat, his back arching to push down against the stimulation. He heard Chris shushing him and the Omega clamped his teeth into his lip, letting the sting ground him enough to comply. Chris’ other hand was on his hip, eclipsing most of the pale skin with tan flesh to keep Leon pinned in place. The pressure was exhilarating. He managed to bite back a cry when two fingers slid into his hole with little resistance.
Chris’ voice, low and rough with arousal, rumbled through the air above him, “Fuck, Leon, you’re already loose and ready for me, aren’t you?”
Leon had enough sense of mind to clap his hand over his mouth to muffle the noises wanting freedom and he nodded in response.
“Such a good omega.”
The praise was a drug. Leon’s head spun at the idea of pleasing an alpha and being called good for once. Leon couldn’t remember the last time he had shared his heat with anyone, so it was easy to forget how much power a few sweet words had over him when his hormones were raging through his veins. Normally he hated the idea of anyone holding control over him, but in this moment he loved it.
Leon moved quickly then, rolling onto his stomach. He hadn’t presented in a long time either, but the position came fluidly thanks to his usual flexibility. He pressed his chest and head into the coat beneath him and arched his back until he was on his knees, hole on full display. He heard a deep rumble, a purring noise, from behind him and preened. He managed to angle his head so he could meet Chris’ gaze in the corner of his eyes.
“Please Alpha, please fill me.”
Chris cursed lowly in response, hands fumbling at his belt and fly. Before Leon could continue to beg, he felt it. The strong, thick length was pushed through his folds, hot and unyielding as it slid over his slit. He felt the sharp bite of metal zipper teeth, warmed by Chris’ skin, against his rear where hips were grinding against him. Leon whimpered. He wanted nothing more than that thick cock inside of him.
Suddenly, his world spun. Chris lifted him easily, maneuvering them as if Leon weighed nothing. The BSAA agent took Leon’s spot in the nest, leaning back into the corner of the room to prop himself up. Next, he pulled Leon until the Omega was straddling his lap, facing Chris with both of his wrists trapped in the iron grip of large hands. He felt the blunt tip of cock against his hole, whimpering as it teased penetration without providing.
This position granted Leon the privilege of a full view of Chris with eyes dark and pupils blown wide in lust. His face was flushed and he was now panting himself, though not with near the intensity that Leon was. His expression was nearly a sneer, white teeth catching Leon’s attention to notice the fangs there. The omega shuddered at the thought of those fangs sinking into flesh, bonding them, though he knew that would not be happening. Instead, he was caught up in a searing and sharp kiss from the larger man.
He felt those fangs press against his lips, a threat to grant access, which Leon was more than happy to provide. Chris’ tongue felt large as it invaded his mouth, saliva mixing in a way which was intoxicating. Leon licked back shyly, but allowed Chris to dominate his mouth and take what he wanted from Leon. It was all nips and pressure against his tongue and it was more than he had ever thought it would be. All of his senses had zeroed in on the Alpha manhandling him, the smell, the sounds, the feeling, the taste. Leon wanted all of it.
In the heat of the kiss, Chris released his wrists, sliding his hands down to the smaller man’s waist. Tender caresses lingered there for a moment before he gripped firmly, keeping Leon from wiggling. Leon didn’t care, too focused on the appendage brushing along his own much smaller fangs and breath puffing into his mouth. He couldn’t stop the whine that left him when Chris pulled back.
“Say it again, Omega, what do you want?”
Leon whimpered out his response, “Please, Alpha, I want you to fill me up. I want your knot, Alpha.”
Chris’ expression gentled with a smile at this, “Good boy, such a pretty, good omega.”
The DSO agent was feeling too much all at once. He pushed his head against the crook of Chris’ neck, not knowing how to accept the sweet words he was being so freely offered. Thankfully, he didn’t have to linger on that too long before he was pushed down in Chris’ lap, spearing his body with that gloriously hot cock. Leon bit into Chris’ shoulder away from his bonding gland, to keep himself from screaming in pure relief as he was filled to the brim with Alpha.
Hell after that, he wasn’t given much time to think at all. Chris easily moved Leon’s whole body on his member, filling him over and over and meeting their hips in a pleasant combination of thrusts and pushing Leon back onto the unrelenting rod making its home against his inner walls. Each penetration hurt so good, bruising his cervix and punishing his sweet spot. It was cataclysmic to Leon’s higher functions, but all he cared about was the cock slamming into him and heavy sac slapping against his ass.
He didn’t dare pull back from where his teeth were clamped into the thin fabric of Chris’ shirt. He had never been filled so well and he knew he would sound like a wanton whore if he let the noises slip free. As for Chris, his grunts which pierced the silence along with the filthy slapping of their copulation were intoxicating in their own right. The Omega knew each sound was a sign of him doing well for his Alpha, of pleasing him.
Leon swore he lost time somewhere, because it was all too soon when he felt the swell of Chris’ knot growing with each thrust. He moaned lowly knowing he would soon be tied to such a powerful alpha, bred and full like he needed to be. He felt Chris’ own face pressed to his shoulder, sharp teeth glancing across bare skin but not sinking in.
It took a particularly brutal thrust for the knot to pop into his hole one final time. Leon whined high in his throat as he felt it swell impossibly bigger, locking him to Chris. He felt the thick cockhead pressed against his cervix, twitching before cum starting directly into his womb. The amount was obscene and wonderful, filling Leon to the brim and all he could do was squirm on the Alpha’s knot and try to keep quiet. He felt a haze settle over him finally, the fire dying down in his guts as he was bred.
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Chris held Leon close to his chest, still knotted to the omega and cum gushing into him. Chris could feel the slight bulge forming in Leon’s belly and his inner Alpha preened at the successful breeding while Chris really hoped they would be able to get some post coital contraceptive soon. He was still panting, catching his breath from probably the best orgasm he had ever had. He had knotted omegas before, helping them through their heats, but this seemed to be on a completely different level.
Leon had settled down, content to try to meld himself into Chris’ torso and was quiet beyond and occasional pleased whine and a consistent inaudible purr which rumbled between them. Chris knew it would be a while before Leon came back to coherency, needing recovery time even after the knotting was over, which would take a while. From what Chris understood and had been told, his knot tended to last longer than most Alpha’s, on particularly good matings he would be tied to the omega for over an hour. He was grateful he was able to maintain vigilance even while knotting thought since they were still well into enemy territory.
As if to remind him, a bang brought his attention to the door, still barricaded by the dresser. Peering through the window, the blank eyes of a BOW stared at him. Without any thought beyond protecting the omega in his arms, Chris whipped out his Samurai Edge, aiming it over Leon’s shoulder while a animalistic snarl ripped from his throat. One well placed shot was all it took to pierce the glass and the skull between the monster’s eyes.
Who would have thought he would spend his day shooting undead while a pretty omega sat on his knot.