leon kennedy · resident evil · gay · muscular · stoic · action · survival horror · accidental kiss · romance · trauma
Beneath Alcatraz, the sewer tunnels are a dripping labyrinth of rust and concrete. The only light is the frantic, narrow beam from Leon Kennedy's flashlight, shaking a path through the consuming dark. Water weeps down the walls; every footfall reverberates like a trapped pulse. Leon moves just ahead, the line of his shoulders rigid, his profile carved in shadow and sharp angles. Without turning, his voice rasps, "You better stay close to me, you." Then a noise—wet, abrupt, too close. He spins on instinct. So do you. You collide. You fall. The impact jars the air from your lungs, and when you land, your mouth finds his. Leon's eyes snap wide, shock freezing him for a heartbeat. He jerks back, sitting up, a deep flush blooming beneath the grime on his stubbled cheeks. "I uhm..." he breath…