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"So, Agent Kennedy, though, I suppose you're just Leon now since there is no chance in hell you're getting your job back after this." Simmons mocked him over the intercom, Leon sitting in chains in an interrogation room, an Alpha towering over him at his side, "You do realize, now that you know the truth…I can't let you just waltz out of here without the proper training?"
Leon growled at him, glaring at the two way mirror. This earned him a hard and heavy hand on the back of his neck, the Alpha gripping his nape tightly, fingers squeezing and threatening to squeeze harder. The Alpha gave a cold and firm, "No," at his actions, Leon hating the way his Omega tried to react, making his stomach churn.
"And I do so love how you "lost 70,000 people, including the President". You say it like it actually means something to you, but did you mourn lives lost in other countries due to war? Do you mourn every life lost to car crashes, murders, or senseless violence every day?" Simmons mocked, "No, I can guarantee you most certainly do not. Seriously, it's like Raccoon all over again. You and that "Hero Complex" of yours, however pick and choose it is, as your kind doctors put it. And that's what everyone will believe once the paperwork goes through and you're blamed for the attack you and the former Agent Harper planned and put in motion. How you were tired of Adam and the DSO controlling and blackmailing you into working for them, so you decided one day you had enough. And the perfect revenge was to recreate the event that landed you in their clutches." Simmons said with a laugh, "Raccoon Revisited."
Leon struggled in his chains, only to be shook by the Alpha, who once again forced his compliance and silence through his Omega. Leon tried to reach back to loosen the grip off of his neck, but was reminded that not only were his hands cuffed in front of him, but also that they didn't reach that far up and back due to his chains. He grunted as the grip tightened, hearing a command of "Be still" through clenched teeth that made his Omega freeze in obedience.
The fact that the bastard almost resembled the long deceased Jack Krauser had nothing to do with it. At least…that's what he told himself. Who knows? Maybe that was done like that on purpose. Simmons and Benford had known everything about Leon…they probably knew about the fling he and Krauser had had after the mission in South America, not too long before the man was declared dead two years later.
Leon had a feeling that that was definitely intentional. All of this was meant to break the spirit, mind and probably body considering the sounds he had heard on the way here.
It made his stomach churn in that sickening familiar, “Wanna Throw Up” sort of way.
"Say it." Simmons said through the intercom, Leon looking up through loose blonde strands, "Confess."
“Go to hell.” Leon bit back before the beating began.
It went on like that for a little while. The Alpha beat Leon into submission every time he refused Simmons’s command for him to take the fall. Though, whoever the hell was with Simmons, a voice Leon didn’t recognize, told him not to let “Alpha with too long of a fucking number” hurt Leon too much. Or else it would set “them” back further.
He could help but wonder who the person was referring to…or why they were worried about being set back. For what?
“Confess.” Simmons said once more, “You killed Benford. You killed the people of Tall Oaks and unleashed the virus into Tatchi. Because you didn’t want to be controlled anymore. It was all a desperate reach for freedom you thought you were owed.”
Leon laid on his stomach, pinned down by the heavy knee on his back as he breathed heavily. He said nothing this time. He didn’t even give a dirty look. He was tired. He was in pain. He just wanted all this to be over already. Or for the assholes to just get to the point because he wasn’t going to confess to a lie. He wasn’t trading one prison for another.
“Perhaps, I can offer some assistance?” The unknown voice suggested, “I can get him to confess later on when his training begins. Right now, I need him in semi-good condition, or else this will never work out.”
Training? And…what the hell did the man mean by “needing Leon in good condition” or else…what wouldn’t work out?
Perhaps he was going to end up trading in one jail for another anyway. No matter what he said, Leon was damned either way.
Eventually, Jack Krauser look-alike was replaced with another Alpha…one that definitely looked hauntingly familiar, but he knew there was no way it was who Leon thought the Alpha looked like. Mainly because Jason was long dead. It also didn’t take long for Leon to find out exactly what he had cursed himself to.
It was a place he had only heard rumors about, knowing of their existence, but not realizing that they still existed. It had a fancy name, “Iron Heights”, but despite whatever they claimed it was, it was an Omega Reeducation Center. Plain and simple.
And Leon was finding out just what they did here.
Right now, he was in a classroom of sorts, cuffed to his desk and strapped to his chair as they watched a series of old time movies. Ones that talked about “Proper Omega Etiquette”. There were maybe two others strapped like he was, but the others merely watched the screen as though they were invested.
“A good Omega cares for the home and tends to their Alpha.” The voice said as the screen showed a blonde Omega woman in a dress and heels, hair done up in the style of the fifties as she made breakfast at the stove, serving everything up before kissing the Alpha woman in a suit on the cheek, the Alpha not turning her eyes from her newspaper as the Omega poured her a cup of coffee, “Omegas are responsible for our home, our children and serving our Alphas.”
“Omegas are responsible for our home, our children, and serving our Alphas.” Several of Leon’s “classmates” parroted obediently, Leon looking around in a disturbed manner.
He felt a shock, jolting with a yelp as the “instructor” scolded him, “Eyes forward, Omega. Repeat after the video.”
Leon glared at the woman before looking back at the screen, “An Obedient Omega is a Happy Omega.”
“An Obedient Omega is a Happy Omega.” The class parroted once more…
…but Leon’s voice didn’t join them.
After “class”, the Alphas showed up to escort them to their next destination. Which after this, was usually some kind of “Home Economics” that ran all day and then…”Breeding and Pleasing an Alpha 101” as Leon had dubbed it. His least favorite class, if anyone were to ask him.
Not that they ever did. Nor would they ever.
While walking past the main door, Leon heard a commotion, a voice he definitely recognized. He halted in his tracks, ignoring the impatient Alpha trying to manhandle him to “Home Economics”, Leon focused on the door and the guards.
“What the hell are you people doing here?” Chris’s muffled voice demanded.
“Chris?” Leon asked, wondering if the man finally came to his senses and came to rescue him, pulling against Not-Jason’s grasp, “Chris!”
There was more commotion on the other side, Chris clearly making a scene and fighting against whomever was denying him access as a woman spoke, “What the hell are you doing to the people here?! Get off! Where is Leon?!”
“CHRIS!” Leon hollered, but to no avail as Not-Jason finally had enough and gave a particularly painful yank to Leon’s arm, pulling him into his arms before throwing Leon over his shoulder, Leon punching at the broad back and kicking out, “CHRIS! I’M HERE!”
He managed to get a grip on Not-Jason’s shoulder before kneeing the Alpha in the jaw, Not-Jason hollering out in pain and dropping Leon in favor of cradling his own jaw. Once on the ground, Leon bolted towards the door, the guards there at the ready with stun batons.
“Get back, Omega.” The one barked, lounging at Leon with the baton.
The guard was a hair too slow as Leon spun out of the way, grabbed the baton and then stabbed it into the other guard’s neck. Once he was down, Leon bolted toward the door, ducking out of the way of flailing hands as he felt his hand touch the doorknob.
Though, the second he did, electricity coursed through the metal and up his arm. Leon’s body convulsed before he let go, falling onto the pristine white floor. It didn’t take long for the guards to pounce on him, pinning him down to the floor and pulling his arms back to cuff his hands behind his back.
Leon fought and struggled, unaware of the approaching footsteps. Though he was made aware of another person approaching as he felt a needle prick his neck, Leon let out a hiss of pain and a protest. Something burned through his veins as the needle withdrew, Leon falling limp in the guards’ grasps. Weakly turning his head, Leon saw Dr. Tyler standing above him, tutting at him and shaking his head in what seemed to be disappointment.
“Leon, Leon, Leon…what are we going to do with you?” Dr. Tyler tutted as Dr. Policki came through the door to freedom with a clipboard in hand, handing it over to Tyler.
Dr. Tyler looked it over as Dr. Policki looked down at Leon with a mock look of disappointment, “Did he attempt to escape again?” Dr. Policki asked in a neutral tone.
“Third time this week.” Dr. Tyler confirmed, looking the paperwork over before smiling down at Leon, “But, good news is; we can finally begin proper training, Leon. Mr. Redfield is interested in taking you home.”
“….wha?” Leon asked breathlessly as he was lifted to his feet, guards dragging him away as Dr. Tyler and Dr. Policki talked about changing out Leon’s Alphas once more.
Which meant that the torture was about to get so much worse.
“This…is too fucking weird for my taste.” Leon muttered under his breath as he stood in a model of a vintage home, dressed up in a buttoned up shirt and dress pants, the shock collar around his throat feeling tight as Leon swallowed anxiously, “Seriously, what the hell scenario is this?”
“ Your Alpha is coming home soon, Omega. ” Mr. Moviefone called through the speakers above Leon, Leon looking up in confusion, “Time to prepare Dinner. Don’t forget Dessert!”
“What the f-UCK?!” Leon began to ask in a whisper before a shock hit him through the collar, “Okay! Okay! Fuck.”
The days after finding out that Chris fucking Redfield, of all people, was the one taking him home, led to a different kind of training for Leon. Which was a different kind of hell in his opinion. A week after the fact, Dr. Tyler and Dr. Policki brought in an Alpha that looked almost like Chris, but thankfully, not identical. Sick fucks even named him Chris and gave the Alpha the designation “CF32296”.
And the Alpha…Christ, Leon wished he had been a dick like the last two Alphas Leon had. He wished the man was a bastard. He wanted the man to hurt him, like Chris never would. Instead, they must have had some kind of footage, study, whatever on Chris and his personality because the Alpha acted like him to a T.
He had been nothing but loving and kind to Leon and Leon absolutely fucking hated it. It made him sick, a new kind of hell for Leon. One that was slowly breaking him down like the others didn’t.
Beatings and harshness kept Leon grounded. It reminded Leon that this was hell and he had to keep fighting. He knew pain. He was used to it.
But kindness? Tenderness? Praises? Soft touches? Leon couldn’t handle any of it because he wasn’t used to it. And it appealed to his Omega in ways he never imagined.
A month and a half in, and Leon swore he wasn’t about to break.
“Don’t forget the most important ingredient in a meal: Love!” Mr. Moviefone called above him.
“Shut the fuck up.” Leon muttered under his breath as he made dinner. Once that was out of the way, he got to work on dessert.
Had he known Chris was a steak and potatoes guy years ago, he would have asked him out. Though, Leon wasn’t sure he could agree about “Banana Bread”, mainly because Leon himself wasn’t a banana guy. Nor had he known how to make it until a couple of days ago. Thankfully, he had made it enough to not burn it anymore.
They ran this scenario in a test kitchen a dozen times. It never went further than Leon making dinner and dessert. CF32296 always ate it without complaint, even if Leon fucked something up. He congratulated Leon on the attempts. And during “Breeding and Pleasing Your Alpha 101”, CF32296 backed off when Leon flipped and shoved the Alpha off of him, not wanting to be stripped out of his scrubs.
But today? Today they were in some set for some reason, dressed in costume instead of the pale blue scrubs they always wore. It took Leon a moment to realize his “costume” resembled the ensemble he wore in China…which made him dread whatever outfit they put CF32296 in. And he dreaded how far this might go.
He was the only Alpha Leon didn’t call “Not-So and So” mainly because Leon didn’t want to imagine Chris in this Alpha’s place. Because, despite what happened, Chris would never do this to him.
“Five minutes until your Alpha’s arrival. The table needs to be set and dinner is done.”
“What?” Leon asked, looking as the oven beeped, “I just…I just put it in.”
Putting on oven mitts, Leon opened the oven. To his surprise, the food was done, but the pan it was in was different from the one he had used. Which meant they cooked it ahead of time and replaced it. Same with the Banana Bread. With a scoff and a shake of his head, Leon put the food on the table before going to the cupboards and grabbing dishware, glasses, and utensils.
“Two minutes.” Mr. Moviefone called.
“Shit. Drink.” Leon reminded himself as he went to the bar the house had, though this one was by the door. Pouring a glass of…was this straight vodka? “Redfield, what the fuck?”
Glass in hand, Leon stood at the door as the lock unlocked clicked, a knife tucked in his sleeve. His heart pounding in his ears and chest, beating like a wild animal in a cage as everything seemed to move in slow motion. The door opened and Leon was ready to strike, about to slip the knife out of his sleeve.
He froze as he saw the outfit they put CF32296 in, eyes catching the “BSAA” Patch on the one shoulder.
Leon couldn’t move as he looked over the outfit, nearly identical to Chris’s BSAA uniform. From the form fitting shirt to the boots…the man now wearing brown contacts. Even his hair…Leon felt the knife slip from his fingers, dropping the glass at the same time as he stood in shock, the shattering glass almost deafening in his ears.
“Leon?” CF32296 asked, but all Leon could hear was Chris’s voice, “Everything alright? What’s wrong?”
Tears burned in his eyes as Leon backed away from the hand reaching for his cheek, shaking his head, “No…no…” His voice cracked as he pleaded aloud to no one in particular, hands going to his ears as eyes clenched shut, “Please…”
Arms embraced him in a warm embrace and Leon all but sobbed as a gloved hand rubbed his head, smelling that damn cologne Claire had bought Chris for his Birthday last year. Flashes of China and Tall Oaks swarmed him, Leon falling to his knees, but CF32296 fell with him, cradling Leon in his arms.
“It’s okay…you’re okay.” Chris’s voice soothed.
“She’s working for Neo-Umbrella. You know what that means?”
Leon nodded his head, body trembling as he said in a tearful whisper, “I’m sorry…so sorry…”
“Nothing to be sorry for.” Chris told him, kissing his temple tenderly, massaging the back of his head.
“I want justice. I want to catch the bitch who killed my men and innocent people from here to Edonia.” Chris’s voice growled in his memories, “And you just helped her get away.”
“I didn’t know…” Leon sobbed, arms hugging him tighter, “…I didn’t know…”
He heard voices above him, but Leon was too tired to listen. Though, he wasn’t too tired to cling desperately to Chris, not wanting to be let go. Through the mess that he was, he missed Dr. Tyler nod approvingly toward Dr. Policki, the doctors scribbling on their clipboards.
“He’s making progress.” Dr. Tyler said aloud, “We can move onto The Clean Slate Protocol.”
Memories came and went by the end of Month Two. Headaches were a constant, but Leon just moved on Auto-Pilot as he made dinner. He made dessert ahead of time, and the house was tidy and neat, the bathroom had been cleaned, the carpet vacuumed, and the laundry folded after hanging out on the line to dry. He pulled the steak, potatoes and vegetables out of the oven before he began setting the table.
“Two Minutes” The helpful voice above reminded him.
Once the table was set, Leon went over to the bar and prepared Chris’s favorite drink before standing and waiting as the door opened, Leon smiling as Chris entered. Chris returned the smile, as they greeted one another.
“Good afternoon, Chris.” Leon greeted as he kissed the Alpha, Chris kissing him back as he took the glass from his hand, “Made your favorite. How was work?”
“Work.” Chris replied as he stole another kiss, Leon chuckling, “What’s for dinner?”
“Steak. Potatoes.” Another kiss as Chris wrapped an arm around Leon, the two walking backward.
“What else?” Chris asked with another kiss, the two in the Dining Room now.
“Vegetables.” Leon replied with a moan as Chris’s tongue found his a moment, Chris setting the cup down on the table as hands went to Leon’s waist.
“What else?” Chris whispered, Leon’s ass hitting the edge of the table.
“D-Dessert…” Leon breathed as kisses moved down to his neck, tilting his head to the side to give Chris more access, Leon helping the other open Leon’s pants, “B-Banana Bread…”
“What else?” Chris asked, hoisting Leon up by the thighs and sitting him on the table, knocking the dishes there off in the process, now between Leon’s legs, “What do you want, Leon?”
Leon moaned, pushing the food and the rest of the dishes off the table as he helped Chris push his pants down and off of his legs, boxers following suit, slit quivering as slick slicked his thighs. Leon pushed Chris’s head down so that it was right where he wanted him, a hot tongue lapping hungrily at Leon’s slit. Leon let out a loud moan, followed by a whine.
“Chris! Alpha!”
It all went to hell from there…and things got blurry after that.
A hand cupped Chris’s mouth as he listened to Leon recount what had happened at the facility, the two sitting behind Barry’s house now on the porch steps, Leon wrapped in a blanket and Chris in his jacket The BSAA came and cleaned up the mess. Simmons was still on the run, but his confession had been caught on tape. Safe to say, he wasn’t getting away with it this time around.
But it wouldn’t erase or fix what Leon had been through.
Chris felt nauseated as he listened, knowing that he was partly to blame for all of it, “Did…did he…? Were you…?”
Leon shook his head, “No. Facility Alphas are sterilized. No pregnancies allowed unless the “Donor or Adoptee” requests one.”
“Jesus Christ, Leon…” Chris breathed, lighting a cigarette, offering one to Leon, “…I can’t even be mad if you wanted to kill me right now. I would kill me.”
Leon couldn’t help but chuckle at that, politely declining the cigarette. He then paused, thinking about it before he snatched the one Chris had out from his lips, taking a long drag, and blowing out smoke, “No. You didn’t know they were going to throw me in there.”
“But I was the one who ordered your arrest!” Chris argued, not finding it funny, “If I hadn’t…” He put his head in his hands, “…they fucking raped and tortured you. How are you so fucking calm?”
“Repressed it like I repress everything else, I guess.” Leon joked, but then cleared his throat when he saw the look he was getting from Chris, handing the man his cigarette back as a peace offering, “Look, I’m still processing it, alright? It’s…a lot. The Alpha, CF32296, was at least kind enough to ask for my consent before we did anything. The others, well, I bit or attacked them before they could get too far.”
“You were brainwashed by the time you and that Alpha that looked like me did all that.” Chris pointed out, “It’s still rape. They still tortured you .”
Leon shrugged, “It is what it is.” He replied, Chris scoffing and rolling his eyes in disbelief, shaking his head and unable to process how Leon was reacting, “Look, you weren’t there. You’re not responsible for me. You’re not my fucking parent. Not even my fucking husband. Not really. So, get over it and let me deal with shit how I deal with shit.”
“At the bottom of a bottle?” Chris asked, Leon looking at him, “I know. I shouldn’t talk.” Chris sighed, “What the hell happens now, anyway?”
“How do you mean?” Leon asked, “We can get the marriage annulled. Probably get some bondbreakers if you want.”
“And Ollie?” Chris asked.
Leon visibly hesitated at that, “…and Ollie…shared custody, I guess?” He asked, looking to Chris, who nodded, both of them looking mournful, “I guess it’s settled then…we’re done.”
“We’re done.” Chris agreed with a nod, “Just like that.”
“Just like that.” Leon parroted with a nod of his own, but then blinked, “…gonna need to find a place to live, though…since they took my apartment. And car. And assets. And I’ll need a job.”
Chris looked to him, a moment of silence between them before Chris broke it, “…you could work for us? Only if you want to…and you don’t have to move out just yet.”
Leon thought about it, scratching the back of his neck, “I could…I don’t want to be an inconvenience.”
“You wouldn’t be.” Chris pointed out, “Your name is on the place too.”
“It is?” Leon asked, Chris nodding, “Wait. You allowed that?”
“Leon, despite everything, I didn’t boss you around. You made a lot of the decisions around here. The only time I did boss you around was to remind you that you could make your own choices…and that I didn’t want to have sex on the dinner table…or sex as often.”
Leon blushed at that, “Oh…yeah…that wasn’t me.”
“I know.” Chris replied, “And I won’t have sex with you while you’re here.”
“Not even a little?”
Chris sighed, “Leon…”
“Sorry. Humor is my defense mechanism.”
“Evidently.”