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The taste of blood—it flooded his mouth and overtook him so aggressively he could hardly remember where he was, or how he got here. The more he dug through his memory the worse his head ached and throbbed. Disoriented...maybe drugged? But well enough to walk on his own two feet without feeling woozy. Was he on a mission? He wasn’t in tactical gear though, unarmed too. That’s what unnerved him the most. Even in his own nightmares he was armed.
He could only imagine this being a warehouse somewhere, there was nothing that suggested otherwise. The air was thick, stuffy, and stagnant. Nothing living has been in this building for a while. Leon found himself rightfully on edge, but he kept his head, looked for a way outside. Only to find locked door after locked door, sighing and swearing under his breath as the night ticked by on his slow exploration.
That was another thing. It was dark. Unnaturally so, too. There wasn’t any glimpse of light from outdoors, and the only existent light source was the sparse and flickering fluorescents that did very little to light anything outside their immediate radius. Leaving little spotlights of the peeling paint and rust plastered all over the walls and floor it was a trick of the eye, Leon insisted to himself, with the fact that the walls looked more covered in rotting gore than just run of the mill decay. The building seemed ancient. It creaked and groaned so loudly at strange intervals that it sent a chill up Leon’s spine. Even with all his experience he couldn’t catch his grip in this place.
“I can’t have a flashlight at least…?” Leon mumbles to himself. Convinced at this point he’s been kidnapped and someone who didn’t like him was playing games with him. What a fucking asshole.
There was no sign of anyone, no evidence of anyone working. No computers or labs of any kind, just various rubbish. Abandoned and stained mattresses, everything was so stained and old, come to think of it, but what drives him up the wall the most as he travels the halls is when he pokes his head in a room that isn’t locked, and spots a sad looking banner donning a familiar ‘Welcome Leon’, illuminated by that cold fluorescent.
It’s so intentional--it makes him sputter and stop for a moment. There was no way this wasn’t someone directly fucking with him, but who would even know about that memory? He doesn’t want to really think of the possibilities right now. He just wanted to get the fuck out of here.
He’s driven to go against his better instincts and raise his voice, “Hello--?”
Leon starts, feeling around for a large sliding door, pulling on it and producing a horrible shriek of tired oxidized metal, “I’m right here! You can stop playing around now!”
And still, only an echo is returned. He’s sure if he were any other person they would be panicking and frantic, but he kept himself steady, squinting into the darkness in an effort to make his eyes adjust more, but the darkness felt too thick. Nothing showed further than about two feet in front of him. His huff of frustration almost drowns out the creak of a door opening right beside him, making him jolt at the accompanying, “Psst—“ Grabbing for his gun that is of course—not there at all.
He clenches his teeth and squints when he sees a man swinging open the door, barely able to make out his features in the dark, but that posture and that jawline is unmistakable.
“James…?”
Leon questions, taking a few steps forward as the other man ushers both of them back inside the room. Which is admittedly small, but there's a bed intact, and a folding chair that makes him glad he has his tetanus shot updated, which James sits on casually. As if this were his own home. There’s a small hanging lamp that lights things better than anywhere else, maybe simply because of the size of the room, but it casts a hollow shadow that hollow’s out James’s face. It’s something unnatural.
James looks tired, unshowered even, but not confused or disoriented as Leon was.
“What’s going on?” Leon asks quickly, crossing his arms and pacing the room, “How long have you been here?”
He’s answered with a shrug, “Don’t know—this place...I don’t remember. We need to leave.”
“That’s obvious.”
“Have you seen them?”
“Who?”
“Not who, but what. The monsters. Leon—we’re in danger. He...he’ll find us.”
Leon immediately assumes monsters he’s seen...bows, and there were no signs, he stares at James’ face. His eyes are all glassy, like his mind is somewhere else. Now his heart is racing, he chances reaching out and touching James’ upper arms, patting him up and down to start feeling for injuries, hands quickly lifting his coat, but James doesn’t move to let him take it off and Leon doesn’t push it. Something’s wrong and it's a way different kind of wrong than he’s used to. He starts to feel light headed, that feverish-floaty feeling of a bad panic attack. When he knows he’s in a bad situation with no way to defend himself proper.
On top of everything, he has someone else to protect,
“James. They bite you? Are you hurt?”
James shakes his head, closes his eyes and breathes, “They don’t bite. They’re not what you think—“
Leon’s eyes shift to the side, pursing his lips for a moment, “What do you think I’m thinking of?”
“I know, Leon.” Is all he has to say.
Leon huffs through his nose, “You shouldn’t be nosy.”
There's a large scraping of metal outside, and it’s close, so close it’s a wonder it wasn’t heard sooner. As if it just appeared—there’s no time to argue anymore. Something is coming, and neither has the time to react before a giant foot kicks open the door, and Leon knows what that metal sound is now.
It’s a creature he’s never seen before, dragging a giant blade behind it, and that lump of metal as a head...it makes no sense. James is standing now, and he’s so pale and clammy, like he’s about to throw up from the sight of this thing, uttering a broken, “No—please.”
Of course, Leon’s response is to fight it, aiming a high kick at it’s chest to at least throw off it’s balance.
In that split second James utters another, “No!” Right as the thing catches Leon by the ankle and yanks, lifting his grounding foot off the ground and forcing his whole body to succumb to gravity, his head nearly hitting the ground as the creature lifts him up fully.
Leon flails, and it throws him onto the creaky bed off to the side. The way it moves shouldn’t be so quick, but it is, and Leon’s strength is no match either as it steps forward and presses a knee down on the small of his back, effectively pinning him.
James can only watch in horror as this thing—the object of his nightmares...crush his new lover into the filthy mattress below them. Leon gasps for air, still struggling, “James!” He yells, “Just get out of here. I’ll find a way out.”
But of course, James refuses, shaking his head, his voice nearly a whine, maybe the start of a broken sob, “No, not again.”
He tries the door anyway, just to see their options because otherwise he’s helpless.
—it’s locked, despite it being nearly kicked in, it seems to have sealed itself back up. Of course. He jiggles the handle, and even tries to knock it open with his shoulder, but nothing works.
By now the creature has let up on Leon’s back, only to grip his wrists in one hand and retrieve a chain from the floor. It’s long enough to sloppily bind his wrists and wrap around his neck in a way that if he struggles he’ll only choke himself out and pinch his skin. He whines, very aware of what might come next.
James can only watch in horror at this point. Thinking to grab for it’s knife, but he’s too frozen with fear, indecision, curiosity. Leon glances at him, teeth clenched, James looks lost in thought, maybe dissociative. He has so many questions, and none can be answered because he’s quickly preoccupied by his pants being torn away, which renews his conviction to struggle, kicking his legs, only to yell in pain as it bears its weight down on him and yanks his thighs roughly apart. This makes him bite back a surprised moan, which immediately makes his face hot with shame, but at this point he can only hope this is some surreal nightmare in which James is present.
It’s clear to James what it’s intentions are and he can only stand back and watch, falling to his knees as the creature grips Leon’s waist in both hands and actively grinds it’s crotch right against his ass, making Leon groan and clench his eyes shut, the muscles in his back trembling as he made a conscious effort to hold still and not cut off his air supply with the cold chain wrapped tightly around his neck and digging into his skin. He can’t...he can’t turn his head and look at James as he feels all his blood rush south and fill out his dick while he’s getting violated by a literal monster. He’ll know how much of a depraved bastard Leon truly is, and that’s what’s more mortifying than being stirred up inside by that giant member he’s feeling pressed up against his backside.
“Oh god--” He utters, glancing in James’ direction, who has found himself planting on the floor where he stood with his face in his hands, but he’s definitely listening, peeking up at his boyfriend as he gets bloody fingers shoved up his ass. Leon shouts at the penetration, almost breaking into a ragged laugh, “Ohh...gonna prep me up, huh? How nice.” He states sarcastically. All before it shoves his head down and cuts off his air supply for a moment, making him cough and wheeze while he moans from the thing roughly poking at his insides.
James just gasps at the sight when he looks, filth and guilt rolling over him as it makes his cock jump. He feels hot and clammy, his face all flushed from this horrible concoction of fear and aroused curiosity.
“James--” Leon whines as he starts to give in to the sensation.
“I’m so sorry, I…it. T-this thing.” He shrugs, not knowing how to even phrase it. How could he? Not even he knew why this happened.
The other isn’t in much position for talking as James watches the thing merely move it’s clothes aside enough to allow for it’s hard cock to spring free. Leaking and pulsating, and much too big. Gripping Leon’s hips again to angle itself, the blunt uncut head sliding a couple times over his hole as it smeared pre-cum and made Leon clench and unclench. He just holds his breath, angling his hips up and trying to look over his shoulder at that expressionless hunk of metal looming over him.
It slips in before Leon can really fully brace himself, biting on another shout for James’ sake as it breeches him and digs right up into his guts. The creature doesn’t tense or make a single sound, but a tentacle slides out the front of its pyramid thing, seemingly long enough to reach Leon’s mouth. He makes the incredible effort to keep his mouth clamped shut, but he can only hold for so long with that giant cock rubbing up inside him and splitting him open, making him gasp and drool as that ‘tongue’ occupies his mouth and slithers in to fuck Leon’s throat.
He gags and sobs as it’s thrusts start to pick up, seemingly enjoying how it feels. Even if it doesn’t emit any sort of noise.
Leon makes up for the general silence with his muffled sobs and moans, tugging at James’ ears as he continues to watch helplessly. By now he’s painfully hard, straining against the fly of his dirty jeans and quickly losing his shame as he watches his boyfriend get violated. He even inches closer to get a better look, a chill of guilt running through him as he gets onto his knees and unbuttons the front of his pants with shaky hands, his breath stuttering as he frees his cock and gives it a good squeeze.
The way Leon is, he doesn’t even notice what James is doing, with his eyes clenched shut, pleasure and pain coursing up his spine as his legs start to shake from the force he’s being fucked. Making the decaying bed frame under them rattle and creak with the force of the creature’s thrusts. It’s hands are so large that they easily wrap around Leon’s lean waist, forcing his hips to arch back and meet every harsh movement while the creature treats him like a hole for its own personal use.
James won’t ever grow tired of how Leon’s body looks, especially when he’s being stuffed full of cock, and for whatever reason, even watching some horrific disgusting monster take advantage of him like this was the hottest fucking thing he’s seen in a while. Even if that realization came with another wave of guilt and fear.
Yet, there’s also the fact that neither of them may make it out of this alive, so he might as well try to find as much joy as possible before he’s snuffed out, and Leon doesn’t seem like he hates this as much as he should.
“Fuck…” James hisses, “It’s almost like you’ve done this before.” He muses towards Leon, leaning forward and getting a closer look at his abused ass.
That only makes Leon’s stomach churn, because this definitely isn’t his first monster dick he’s taken. Having been pretty shameless about his risky sex before meeting James, and he had sworn off of it now that they were officially dating. No use risking your life to get off when he had a chance at a normal life outside of work.
None of that mattered anymore anyway, and he makes the effort to turn his head and open his eyes, the strange tentacle pulsating and filling his mouth with the taste of rust as it slides out. As if the creature was allowing them to have their moment and make eye contact.
“Get up here…” Leon offers.
Though, the thought of moving any closer makes James shiver, so he freezes with indecision. His dick straining from the lack of stimulation as he hesitates, but he doesn’t feel any less aroused,
“Please?” Leon adds. The creature’s still rocking into him, slow and impossibly deep. Up into his belly and distending his stomach. James itches to touch. Wants so bad that he finds it in himself to swallow his fear and crawl onto the bed so Leon’s head is right in his lap. The chain around his wrists has loosened enough since he was no longer fighting. Too far gone in his own arousal, and now increasingly pleased with James’ dick right in his face and ready for him to envelop between his soft lips. Taking it down his throat as pyramid head increases it’s pace, now looking to reach climax.
“Fuck yeah…” James mutters, not even caring that Leon finds it impossible to give him a proper blowjob while he’s being fucked this hard.
The brutal pace sends Leon over the edge in a way that surprises him. A muffled sob against James’s skin as he leaks out uselessly between his thighs. Pyramid head placing a hand between his shoulder blades and forcing him down as it starts to silently empty it’s thick, boiling hot seed deep inside Leon’s belly, making it bulge out even further.
It doesn’t seem to want to savor it as it’s already pulling out and letting everything flow out, making Leon give an exasperated moan before he’s forced to flip over and James is abruptly pulled on top of him. Literally handled like dolls as the creature pulls James’s pants off the rest of the way.
James doesn’t get the same kindness it offered Leon, already sliding it’s slick member between his asscheeks as his lust filled brain slowly collects the dots. He tries to squirm, realizing he’s not prepared for that, “Wait--ah!”
It grips his thighs like a vice and immediately forces him to be still, mixing in more fear with that haze of arousal. All of this happening on top of Leon, who’s trying to at least fade out of consciousness so he doesn’t have to listen to James’s noises of pain and despair as he’s stuffed full of monster cock, but he never quite finds that blissful unconsciousness, his eyes clenched as he finds that arousal coming back to him.
“James…” He whines, “Me too.”
The creature is holding still, balls deep inside James as Leon angles his hips up, reaches around to take hold of his leaking cock and tries to get it to press against his abused hole. James can only oblige by pressing forward and breeching him with a muffled groan. He jostles the length inside him in the process, wincing as it gives a heavy thrust in response, only lodging himself further inside Leon.
He’s out of breath already, feeling like he’s about to crawl out of his own skin with the gravity of what’s even happening. Sandwiched between his new lover and his worst nightmare. Maybe he was being punished for even trying to have another relationship after Mary, but why drag Leon into this mess too? He couldn’t come up with an answer normally much less now when all he could focus on is the sensation overtaking his body.
Drenched in sweat, half dressed and rolling his hips between the body behind him and into the tight heat of Leon’s ass.
Leon’s only grunting and whining at this point, legs up and open as far as they’ll go to accommodate the two on top of them. The pace of their rocking together gets more desperate and brutal as the creature pounds into James, making him lean into Leon’s chest as he pants and grips onto him for dear life.
He’s so light headed, his eyes fluttering as he clenches and feels himself cumming before he knows it, toes curling as he pumps more seed inside Leon, the sensation alone sending the other over the edge as he feels it come with a shout, his whole body convulsing as his eyes roll back as he cums untouched all over his bulged out stomach and up his chest.
James barely registers when Pyramid Head starts to fill him, quickly losing consciousness and going limp with shock from what just transpired. Leon tries to shake him awake, but he’s suddenly wrenched out from under his boyfriend, the creature’s hand wrapping around Leon’s throat as tight as possible. Choking him out and quickly cutting off his air supply, his eyes fluttering as he fails to even make use of his legs. Exhausted and fucked out as he was. Unable to speak as he stared as James’s prone figure until his vision started to black out, his lungs feeling like they’re about to collapse before he’s slammed carelessly against the wall and knocked unconscious.
When he comes to, he's in bed—his bed. With James plastered to his backside just like how they went to bed the night before. He’s glad he didn’t jolt awake, but he knows James is awake too by the cadence of his breathing. He reaches back to cup his cheek and pulls away immediately when he realizes that his skin is damp.
“Hey...are you crying?” Leon asks, maybe a little insensitive, but he just had the weirdest fucking dream and he’s on edge.
He wants to pull out of James’s grip to cool off, but he doesn’t let himself, his heart starting to race as a deep pit grows in his stomach.
“Just had a bad dream.” Is the only thing James states, and his tone is so hollow, so haunting, it throws Leon enough to roll himself out of bed and make a beeline to the bathroom. He immediately notices the purpling marks around his neck before he heaves and goes to vomit into the toilet. The reaction is unexpected even to him, but his hands are shaky as he takes a moment just to sit on the floor and compose himself. Angry that his composure slipped so bad over a weird dream.
It just felt so real—and the marks on his neck...he takes a deep breath and forces himself to stand back up, flush the toilet. Glancing at James, who’s now standing in the doorway with a blatant expression of concern. He’s pale and sweaty, his eyes red from fitful sleep.
“I had a shitty dream too.” Leon points out, voice muffled by the toothbrush in his mouth.
“You have a panic attack?” James asks.
Leon looks away and says nothing. Keeps brushing his teeth. James lets the silence sit between them, unable to find the right words for a while, and by the time he speaks up again Leon is getting out a bottle of mouthwash.
“Maybe we should cool it with the kinky stuff for a little…” he mumbles, staring at the cold bathroom tile.
When he looks at Leon’s face now all he can think of is that same face twisted in that mixed fear and pleasure. He can’t...was that real? Leon seems to have had a similar experience, given the reaction, but it’s already unsaid that they aren’t going to talk about it. Not right now.
Yet, it was clear neither of them were risking sleep again. Leon’s still quiet.
“I’ll go make some coffee…” James points out before excusing himself to the kitchen. Rubbing at his face and taking a moment to dig his knuckles against his eyelids, letting out a long, heavy sigh before he gets the coffee machine going. Watching the steam come from the pot as it fills the room with the warm smell.
Leon joins eventually, looking a little better as he hops up to take a seat on the counter, exchanging a look with James before the other man’s moving to stand between his legs and pull him into a careful hug. Once it’s initiated, Leon quickly reciprocates and squeezes his arms around James’s back, taking a second to suck in a deep breath and release warm air against James’s shoulder. The only sound in the kitchen being their soft sighs and the soft gurgle of the coffee machine dripping hot water. The smaller of the two tips his head up and catches James’s lips in a soft kiss before pressing their foreheads together.
“What did I do to deserve you?” James mumbles under his breath, but it’s loud enough for Leon to hear, forcing a smile out of him.
“Your coffee’s done.” Leon replies, slipping out of the hug and nudging James away so he can slide himself off the counter as James pours them both a cup. He’s handed a warm mug before they both decide to go curl up on the couch, putting on the television to some old movie they won’t have to pay attention to.