"Shit, shit, shit, shit."

Cornered, that's what he was. The job was to come in, investigate, and then get out.

Apparently not.

They were swarming on him and Leon was delivering head shot after head shot, but nothing seemed to lessen the numbers of undead coming after him. Nothing seemed to stop them from backing him into a corner.

It wasn't pretty, and for the first time in all of his years of working for the government, Leon was actually concerned that he might not get out of this one alive.

He didn't quite like the image of himself as a zombie though, he was much more charming alive and well.

Another night, more driving, more random conversations about music and homework and what they plan to do in the back of the Jeep later on night.

...

Or that is how it would usually go. A week after their first ... Event, Akito had suddenly gotten cold. Actually, he had become frigid, and Leon is more than sure that no one woman on this earth could exceed Akito's level of Frigid.

The Sniper wouldn't touch him, kiss him, fuck, the kid wouldn't even look at Leon now. And after spending the last couple days attached to him, touching and feeling and kissing at every spare opportunity, this was more than painful.

He should not be thinking of these things while driving, he should not be staring at Akito in the corner of his eye.

But Leon is, because suddenly he misses those lips on his, and he wonders when Akito got under his skin.