A story from me so soon?
Okay, I know this is only my second entry(shocking, I know) but i need somewhere to post my terrible writing....lol. I'm not totally sure where my story is going just yet but I'm workin' on that...
Story: (i'm working on that, I'll post one as soon I I think of one)
Pairing: Leon/Luis( Resident Evil 4)
Rating? Some male/male fluff but nothing totally censorable...yet...harharhar...
Warnings: Turn away if you don't like RE or are a homophobe or....umm.. your mom.
Leon stood at the side of a large cold room. The place had a familiar feel but the thought of where he was escaped his mind. The look of the place felt old to Leon, maybe some kind of ancient castle he thought. leon swiveled in place, taking a good look around to take in his surroundings; the pale broken rails surrounding the middle of the room, telling him there was a lower level and the age of the place was as he had thought, the tarnished floor under his feet but what Leon saw next came as quite a surprise. There, next to him, stood Luis and all his Spanish glory.
''Hola Leon." the dark-haired man said grinning at Leon with a lit cigarette between his lips.
"Luis! Leon cried as he threw his arms around Luis' broad shoulders. The tanned man wrapped his own arms around Leon's waist, returning his embrace.
Leon pulled himself away, leaving only his hands on Luis' shoulders. He stared into his eyes, pale blue meeting blue gray. It seemed like it would last forever until something unexpectedly struck Leon. Everything came back to him; he suddenly knew where he was and realized something was terribly wrong.
Leon was standing on the upper level of the mezzanine inside of that damned midget Salazar's castle, gazing into the eyes of his deceased friend.
Leon backed away from Luis. "This isn't right...you're dead!" Leon shouted.
"Yeah, of course I am...standing right here, next to you." Luis said dully, mocking Leon's words.
' I saw you die on the floor next to me..."
"Leon, I'm fine, look."
Luis took in a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. "I'm breathing arn't I?"
Leon let up a little of his resistance. "But...but I...your blood was on my hands and...and..."
"I'm okay Leon, there's nothing to worry about."
Leon smiled to Luis, trusting as though maybe his thoughts were just figments of a dream. He started towards Luis. He stopped when he saw the tangled look of pain on Luis' face.
A large spiked spiked tentacle burst though Luis' chest; a strangled cry ripped from his throat. He screamed in agony; a scream that haunts Leon everyday of his already painful life.
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Leon sat up in a cold sweat after waking from his mind-rattling nightmare. His body was trembling lightly and his breathing was uneven and heavy. he scooted up to the headboard of his bed and curled up into a ball, hoping maybe he'd calm down. Thoughts of Luis still clouded the blond man's head. He got to know him so well, he helped him though his times of crisis and now he was gone.
Leon lifted his head and looked towards the glowing red numbers on the clock. "3:42." Leon sighed and propped his head on his hand, his casual resting stance and sat like that momentarily before crawling back into a comfortable position on his side underneath his snugly-warm blankets. He closed his eyes and prepared to drift off, hopefully to a much better sleep than his last one. His eyes shot open when he heard the creak of footsteps on the floor. "Footsteps...." Leon muttered to himself.
He sat still in his bed, partially afraid to see what exactly what was making the noise, but was partially ready to jump up and knock the shit out of whatever or whoever it happened to be. he could hear the steps coming closer to him until they rested at the side of his bed. Leon felt as if his heart was going to leap form his chest at any moment.
"Leon."
Leon couldn't mistake that wondrous accent. He sat up in his bed looking to the figure next to him. Luis.
Leon put his hands on his head. he felt the tears welt up in his eyes. He chuckled though his tears. " I must be dreaming again...."
"What's wrong?" Luis asked looking down to the worried American.
"it's the same thing every time. You prove to me you're alive, I come to hug you and then Saddler sticks you. every Goddamn time!"
"But this isn't a dream amigo." Luis leaned down to touch Leon.
"Get away!" Leon swung his arms wildly in the air, swatting at the figure in his 'dream'.
Luis grabbed Leon's arms and held him firmly. "You are not dreaming Leon" he calmly but stiffly stated, "and I'm not dead. Let me prove it to you."
"Gonna show me that stupid little breathing trick again?!?" Leon said furiously, almost shouting.
"No, I'll show you this. Luis began to unbutton his vest, then his white collared shirt. There it was. a large scar on Luis' lightly-haired chest.
"See? I've been poked already." he grinned a smug grin to Leon.
Leon stared at the man's chest in amazement. His fingers brushed over the rigid flesh. "You stopped breathing in my arms."
"Si, or so I thought. I woke up and found myself where Saddler threw me with this monstruo on my chest."
"But how did you...get here? How are you still alive?" Questions swam in the American's head for his Spaniard friend.
"I promise to you amor, I will tell you tomorrow. right now, I think someone needs decansar."
Leon stared into the eyes of his handsome Spanish friend before embracing him in a warm hug. he was shaky and could feel tears begin to sting his eyes once again. "Oh Luis, you don't even know how bad it was...." he choked out between tears. he could feel tears begin to sting his eyes once more. he could feel Luis' warm body against his own. he could no longer smell the rank stink of blood and death on him.
"C'mon now Leon, you need to get to bed." Luis pulled Leon off him and gave him his best known smile; one that made Leon feel as if his heart was going to melt in his chest.
leon nodded to Luis drowsily, he could feel the tiredness winning the tug-of-war with him. Leon pulled Luis into bed close to him. He could feel Luis warm body against his own, his hot breath against his neck. Leon smiled. "G'night Luis." he closed his eyes
"Goodnight Leon, amele." Luis whispered to Leon.
Leon drifted into sleep, the best sleep he'd had in a long time.
umm....yeah...might continue it....