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Today had gone from bad to worse for Leon.
It all started when the DSO scooped him up from his vacation, again, and threw him underequipped and underinformed into a mission only he could do. This had long since stopped being a concern for Leon. He might as well save his energy for things he could change, like his snappy one liners, or the number of leather jackets he had to replace when another mission tore one to shreds.
Leon had mumbled his way through security check points, chuckled himself silly over the various memos dotted around the facility, and kicked some serious infected ass all while remaining as cool as a cat on a stroll through the fish market.
Things had been going fine for Leon until, in the middle of his record for most coin flips while server information downloaded on to his flash drive, was interrupted by Chris Redfields excitable Second in command Piers Nivans. Nivans demanding that he, the suspiciously competent looking individual, step away from the computer, put his hands in the air and get on the ground.
Well, Leon could have made more of a scene, maybe put the young alpha though his paces but Redfield was probably lurking around nearby, and he didn’t feel like another lecture of breaking Chris’s team members in the field. With that in mind Leon raised his hands, got on the floor and allowed himself to be zip tied like a god dam thanksgiving turkey.
In the end it was worth it just to see Redfields face as he stomped in expecting a suspect only to find him. Leon then got the double whammy of watching Nivans face scrunch with confusion as Chris set about releasing him and thanking him for taking it easy on his team members. For once.
Things definitely took a turn for the better. Following along with Redfields team, bantering back and forth with them all the while snarking back and forth with their alpha made what could have been another long tedious lonely job that much better. Leon should have known it wasn’t going to stay that way.
Forty minuets later, three giant B.O.W’s and some unplanned demolitions later Leon found himself and Redfield trapped under the building waiting to be dug out by a rescue team. The icing on this very frustrating situation happened to be that at some point during the scuffle with one of the B.O.W’s Redfield had taken a spray of something to the face and now looked to be on the edge of a rut.
Leon ran his fingers through his hair for what felt like the hundredth time as Redfield continued to pace back and forth in the room. “Redfield sit your ass down your making me dizzy. Pacing is not getting us out of hear any faster.”
Redfield stopped his pacing to briefly glare at Leon “easy for you. You didn’t get a face full of that shit.” before starting his pacing all over again.
“Look, just go rub one out in the corner or something Redfield.” Leon continued to sit against the wall tilting his head away from watching Redfield. “Do something to take the edge off. I won’t peek.”
Leon ran his hand up to his neck subtly checking his Scent blocker was in place. The intensity of Redfield pheromones was beginning to play havoc with his own. The last thing he needed was to fall into a heat while stuck here with a hormonal alpha.
Redfield stopped his pacing and turned to study Leon further. The longer he was down here the more frustrated and irritated he became. It had been too long since his last rut and whatever that gunk was that had brought this on was working fast. If he didn’t take the edge of soon, he was worried he’d lose it. Maybe Kennedy had a point, he should try and take the edge off.
Leon turned back to see why Redfield had stopped his pacing and froze under the intensity of his gaze.
Chris ran his eyes over Leon again. He was pretty for a beta. That tight, athletic body and pert ass all wrapped in a blue button down and obscenely tight black skinny jeans. The ash blonde hair that fell over his face as bright baby blues peered up at him from underneath… Yes, Leon would be perfect for taking the edge off. He stepped confidently towards his prey.
When Leon saw that Chris was heading right for him, he pushed himself to his feet intending to keep space between them only for Chris’s arms to slam against the wall on either side of his head boxing him in. “Er… Chris...” Leon began only to be shushed as one of Chris’s fingers pressed against his lips.
Chris leaned in close pushing his nose behind Kennedy’s ear trying to get a better scent of him, “I thought you would be pleased Leon.” His voice rumbled as he took a handful of that firm ass of Leon's and used it to grind his full erection against Leon’s crotch. “I’m going to take the edge off,” Chris nipped at Leon’s ear, “and you’re going to help me.”
Leon whimpered, tongue flashing out to dampen his lips catching Chris’s finger that still rested there. That taste, with the feel of Chris pressing heavily against him had Leon hardening quickly in his pants. He could feel his hips stuttering to follow the slow firm pace Chris was setting. “Chris… wait, I.”
Chris cut him off with a low growl as his teeth encountered a chain that lay around Leon neck. “What’s this?” he trailed his finger from Leon’s lips down under the shirt to pull out a scent blocker. “What. Is. This.” Each word was punctuated by another thrust of his hips, pressing his length hard against Leon's.
Leon shuddered he could feel his slick beginning to soak his boxers, Chris’s domination of him making things hard to think. “My scent blocker” Leon whined as he turned his head to try and catch Chris’s lips for a kiss. “I’m, I’m omega.”
Chris froze. Leon was an Omega. He couldn’t believe it but when he snapped that chain and he was able to drown in Leon’s sweet, powerful scent filled with arousal, there was nothing going to stop him from claiming the omega in his arms.
“Ah!” Leon gasped ask Chris grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged it apart, buttons pinging and scattering across the floor. His hands already running over the taut muscles and soft skin that ley beneath.
“Chris, Please.” Leon threaded his hands into Chris’s short black hair pulling him firmly against him not wanting Chris to stop.
Chris licked and nipped his way down Leon’s chest. He stopped to give each of Leon's pebbled nips a hard nip before swiping his tongue into his belly button, working a hickey on the flat planes of his stomach as he removed Leon's belt.
Leon was lost in the bliss of sensation as Chris pulled his jeans and boxers down before flipping him face first into the wall. He shuddered at the cool air that caressed his back while the jingle of a belt and zipper parted with great haste.
Once Chris had freed himself from his trousers, he crowed Leon up against the wall teasing his length against the cleft of Leon’s ass. “Are you going to be good for me?” he growled into Leon’s ear, feeling the omegas slick coating his length as he teased Leon pinned under him.
“Yes, Chris” Leon pleaded, he’d never been with an alpha before and the way Chris’s touch burned him from the inside, making him wetter than he had ever been able to get himself. He wanted Chris, needed Chris. “Alpha.. please,” he moaned not wanting to wait a moment longer for Chris to enter him.
Hearing his soon to be omegas pleas Chris held himself with one hand and gripped Leon’s hip with the other as he started to slide himself home. Leon was so good for him. So wet and tight. The way his inside wrapped and clung to his cock was bliss. “Such a good omega, my omega” Chris rumbled as he pulled out only to trust back in deeper again.
Leon whined and scrabbled at the rock face trying to find purchase as Chris’s hard, long strokes hammered against his prostate with every thrust. Leon had never thought he was a good omega, never really cared but with each grind and thrust from Chris’s alpha cock he wanted to be. He could feel the warmth in his stomach building, the tightening of his back arching as his climax drew near, “Chris, I’m close,” Leon panted his breath being driven from him as Chris hammered into him.
Chris could feel his knot beginning to swell, Leon growing impossibly tighter the closer to the edge he got. “Mine!” With a guttural snarl Chris snapped his hips forward deeply one last time as his teeth punctured into Leon’s mating gland as his knot locked.
Leon’s climax shuddered through him; he could feel Chris warm seed filling him as his knot pulsed. Never had Leon felt so full, so complete and yet so exhausted. He felt Chris’s tongue swipe over his claim mark, sending jolts of electricity all through him.
Chris wrapped his arms around his new mate and settled them as comfortably as possible on the floor with Leon in his lap as they waited for his knot to deflate. He pulled an emergency blanket out of his pack and draped it around Leon’s shoulders as he felt the younger man drift to sleep. Chris didn’t see any point in waking him, Leon would need his energy. It wouldn’t be long now until they were rescued. Chris was determined to have Leon claimed at least another two times filled with his pup before that.