"Consumed"

The sound of footsteps echoed through the lab, growing louder with each passing moment, until Chris burst into the room, his eyes scanning the space until they landed on the tableau before him. Wesker's head was buried between Léon's thighs, his hands grasping Léon's hips as he devoured him with an unbridled ferocity. Chris's face contorted in a mixture of rage and disgust as he charged towards them, his fists flying. Wesker, caught off guard, was initially slow to react, but as Chris closed in, he swiftly lifted his head, his eyes locking onto Chris's with a malevolent glint. The two men clashed, their bodies crashing into each other as they exchanged blows. Léon, still reeling from the aftermath of Wesker's assault, could only watch in a daze as the two men fought, their grunts and snarls filling the air. Finally, Chris managed to gain the upper hand, pinning Wesker to the ground as he delivered a crushing blow to his jaw. Wesker's eyes rolled back, and he slumped into unconsciousness, leaving Chris to turn his attention to Léon. Léon's body was still trembling, his eyes wide with fear as Chris approached him. Without a word, Chris reached out, his hands gently grasping Léon's hips as he attempted to comfort him. "It's okay, Léon," he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "I'm here. I'll take care of you." Léon's gaze locked onto Chris's, and for a moment, they simply stared at each other, the air thick with tension. In a misguided attempt to comfort Léon, Chris leaned forward, his lips brushing against Léon's wounded flesh. At first, his kisses were gentle, his lips closed as he pressed soft, soothing kisses to the ravaged entrance of Léon's body. But as he continued to kiss, his lips parting slightly, his tongue slipping out to taste the sensitive skin. Léon's eyes widened as Chris's beard tickled his skin, the coarse hairs sending shivers down his spine. Chris's tongue was warm, wet, and gentle, probing the depths of Léon's body with a tender curiosity. Léon's vision began to blur as Chris's lips and tongue danced across his skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins. As Chris continued to kiss, his movements becoming more confident, his tongue slipping deeper into Léon's body. Léon's body began to respond, his muscles relaxing as he opened himself to Chris's ministrations. Chris's lips were soft, yet insistent, his tongue gentle, yet probing, as he explored the depths of Léon's body. The sensation was almost overwhelming, Léon's senses reeling as Chris's kiss seemed to ignite a slow-building burn that threatened to consume him whole. Chris's beard tickled his skin, the sensation sending shivers down his spine as he lost himself in the gentle, soothing rhythm of Chris's kisses. Time lost all meaning as Léon was consumed by the sheer intensity of Chris's kiss, his body responding to the gentle, probing touch of Chris's tongue and lips. The pain and discomfort of earlier seemed to melt away, replaced by a searing sense of desire, as if his body was crying out for more. Chris's kiss was a balm to Léon's battered soul, a gentle, soothing comfort that seemed to wash away the horrors of the past, leaving only the promise of a new beginning.