"Awakening Desires"

The dimly lit quarters, though damaged, still provided a semblance of shelter from the ruins above. The air was thick with dust and the acrid smell of smoke, but it was home for now. Chris and Wesker had been taking turns caring for Léon, nursing him back to health after the battle that had left him with a tender wound just above his navel. It was a delicate injury, one that required attention and gentleness, and both men had taken turns providing just that. As they worked to heal Léon's physical wounds, they couldn't help but confront the feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. Both Wesker and Chris had come to realize that their feelings for Léon went far beyond camaraderie or friendship. They were in love with him, and the tension between them had been palpable. But in the silence of their confinement, they had reached an understanding. They would share Léon, taking turns to love and be loved by him. The decision had been made with Léon's well-being in mind, but also with a deep-seated desire to be with him. Wesker's eyes locked onto Chris's as he spoke, his voice low and husky. "I've been thinking about this for a while now, Chris. I want to be with Léon, all of him. I want to feel him around me, to taste him, to...to rim him." Chris's eyes widened, and he felt a flush rise to his cheeks. He had suspected that Wesker had fantasies about being intimate with Léon in every way, but hearing him say it out loud was a different matter altogether. Wesker's gaze never wavered, and Chris could see the hunger in his eyes, the desire to claim Léon as his own. Chris swallowed hard, his mouth dry. "I want that too," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've wanted to touch him, to be inside him, for so long." Wesker's lips curled into a sly smile. "I know," he said, his voice dripping with seduction. "I've seen the way you look at him, Chris. I've seen the way you touch him, gentle and careful, but with a fire burning beneath the surface." Chris felt his face grow hotter, but he couldn't look away from Wesker's piercing gaze. "And you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Wesker's smile grew wider. "I've been dreaming of this moment for years, Chris. Of being with Léon, of having him love me back. And now that we've agreed to share him...I can barely contain myself." The air between them seemed to vibrate with tension as they gazed at each other, their desires and intentions clear. They had waited long enough, and now it was time to take the next step. To take Léon. Wesker's eyes flickered towards the makeshift bed where Léon lay, his chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. "Are you ready, Chris?" he asked, his voice low and husky. Chris nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "I was born ready," he replied, a grin spreading across his face. Together, they approached Léon's bedside, their movements slow and deliberate. Léon's eyes fluttered open, and he gazed up at them, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Hey," he whispered, his voice weak but full of warmth. Wesker and Chris exchanged a glance, and then Wesker leaned forward, his voice a gentle whisper. "Hey, Léon. We're here. We're going to take care of you." Léon's gaze locked onto theirs, and Chris could see the trust and love shining in his eyes. It was all the confirmation they needed. They were ready to take the next step, to explore the desires that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. And as they leaned in, their lips brushing against Léon's skin, Chris knew that nothing would ever be the same again.