**Consumed by Desire**

Chris's mouth was a ravaging force, his lips and tongue working in tandem to devour Léon's body with an insatiable hunger. He was lost in the sensation, his senses overwhelmed by the taste, texture, and smell of Léon's flesh. His fingers dug deep into Léon's hips, holding him in place as he sucked and slurped with an abandon that was almost feral. As he worked, Chris's fingers began to wander, his hands moving of their own accord to explore every inch of Léon's body. He found the tight ring of muscle that guarded Léon's entrance and, with a primal growl, he jammed his fingers inside, stretching and spreading him wide. The sound of Léon's gasping breath was music to Chris's ears, a symphony of pleasure that drove him deeper, his mouth and fingers working in tandem to claim and consume. His tongue was a piston, moving in and out of Léon's body with a rhythmic intensity that was almost brutal. Chris could feel the muscles in his jaw aching, his tongue raw and swollen, but he couldn't stop. He was addicted to the taste, the sensation, the sheer, unadulterated pleasure of it all. Léon's body was a feast, a never-ending banquet of delight that Chris couldn't get enough of. As he sucked and fingered Léon, Chris felt himself becoming one with the act, his body merging with Wesker's and Léon's to create a single, unified whole. He was no longer a separate entity, but a mere extension of the bodies and mouths that were joined in this twisted, beautiful dance. His mind was gone, consumed by the pure, animalistic pleasure of the moment. The sounds of Léon's gasping, Wesker's heavy breathing, and Chris's own grunts of pleasure created a cacophony of desire that seemed to shake the very foundations of the ship. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the scent of sweat and sex and desire. Chris was drowning in it, suffocating under the weight of his own need. And yet, still he couldn't get enough. He jammed his fingers deeper, feeling Léon's body stretch and accommodate him. He sucked harder, his tongue working in furious, piston-like strokes that seemed to drive Léon to the brink of madness. The world around them was melting away, leaving only the pure, unadulterated sensation of their desire. In this moment, Chris was a force of nature, unstoppable and unrelenting. He was a maelstrom of desire, a whirlpool of need that threatened to consume them all. And at the center of it all, Léon was the calm, his body a focal point for the storm that raged around him. Wesker watched, his eyes burning with an almost supernatural intensity, as Chris and Léon merged into a single, twisted mass of flesh and desire. The boundaries between them were dissolving, the space between them compressing into a single, unified whole. And in that moment, Chris knew that he was lost forever, consumed by the very desire that had driven him to this point.