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Gideon’s POV
The slick car pulling smoothly into the grounds of Rhodes Hill immediately caught his attention and Dr Gideon smiled to himself, tapping the pen to his lip. He wasn’t at all surprised to see the familiar Porsche here after his brief sighting of him before, standing near the very same car.
He abandoned his notes and leaned back to give the CCTV his full attention – Leon deserved that, at the very least.
He knew he’d survive that gauntlet. Unscathed too, it seemed.
The man had exited the car, walking around to the other side while gazing up at the building. The rain had stopped for now, having left streaks of moisture running down the leather of his coat, the fur of the collar dark with damp. He extracted himself from it, opening the car door to toss it onto the passenger seat before closing it again.
Not planning on leaving any time soon, then. Ideal.
With his brooding expression, expensive black vehicle and dark clothing, he just screamed ‘special agent.’ Anyone else would probably be considerably alarmed by such a visit. Gideon’s hand clenched around one of his knees in barely restrained anticipation.
“That’s it…” he breathed as Leon made his way up the steps. The agent hovered at the doorway, head turning to look almost enquiringly at the camera there. Meeting no resistance, he let himself through the main entrance.
The clothing he wore underneath clung to him in all the right places. He was the loveliest thing to arrive on Gideon’s doorstep.
Now in the reception, he was unhurried as he walked around, his sharp eyes doubtlessly taking in every detail. As instructed, one of his staff was there to escort him to the consultation room attached to the rehab ward. All was going smoothly so far.
The doctor cracked his neck from side to side languidly, his gaze tracking the man’s whereabouts across each camera like a hawk. Seeing him here in his lair, so to speak, was awakening something primal in him and it clawed to get free.
Soon, Leon was left alone in the desired room. Victor made himself more comfortable as he watched his prize, enraptured. Leaning on one hand, the other tightened where it was on his leg. He’d much prefer to be touching that body.
His thighs drifted slightly apart as he imagined having him spread over his lap right now, arching into his hands. How warm his flesh must be. He wondered if he would yield or struggle fiercely.
Leon prowled around the room, actively investigating his surroundings. The way his hips moved was mesmerising – with every step, the hatchet attached to his waist see-sawed hypnotically, drawing even more attention to his firm-looking buttocks. The room’s lighting complimented his immaculate bone structure, the sinfully sharp cheekbones framed with sandy blonde hair, whenever his face was in view of the hidden camera.
Gideon’s shrouded eyes drank him in as the agent gravitated towards the desk and perched one hip upon it, vigilantly facing the doors.
Victor felt himself stiffen and shifted slightly in his chair, drawn to the toned thighs. The idea of running his hands up them, coaxing them further apart… Filling the space between them and feeling the heat of those inner thighs bracketing his own.
Leon picked up the staff group photo on the desk, his expression giving nothing away as he simply looked at it. After a moment he then checked his watch which in turn made Gideon’s eyes drag to the clock in his own immediate vicinity. Almost time for Code Six, which he’d tasked Bennett with carrying out.
A pity, really – he would have loved to welcome his new guest personally right now by wrapping a hand around that beautiful throat and pressing him down onto the desk. Such a shame to make him wait when he was being so good.
No matter. There would be time later. He’d make time for it.
Now that the agent was actually here, Gideon had absolutely no intention of letting him leave. That was, if he even tried; Leon had a reputation for showing legendary tenacity when it came to his assignments. He would indubitably attempt to see his investigation through.
Fool.
The DSO agent thought he would assume the role of the hunter here, but he would find himself being the one observed, stalked and ultimately ensnared within these walls. Gideon knew the care centre, his demesne, like the back of his hand, having been based here for over twenty years. There was nowhere Leon could go that he wouldn’t find him.
When they first encountered each other on the streets of Wrenwood, Victor could feel the other man’s presence across the road before he even turned to see him, could smell and taste him in the air despite the rain, instinctively sensing him. That instinct would make the hunt even sweeter in the end.
The recent memory sent a pleasant frisson through his large frame. The Department of Security Operations must be concerned indeed to send Leon after him.
His chest swelled at receiving such special attention. What a fine gift.
The clock hit 23:30, and the call was announced over the PA system. Victor saw Leon’s pale blue eyes follow the source of the sound to the speaker just above the camera, giving a wonderful frontal view of him. Victor’s gaze honed in on the Adam’s apple, prominent in the shadows cast beneath his chin. He wanted to suck on it, feel it bob as the man swallowed.
He watched as the nurse burst back into the room then, frantic, seemingly trying to usher Leon out. While he did raise his handgun to point at something behind her, he seemed unfazed when a chainsaw ripped through the nurse’s torso, spraying the floor red.
Gideon exhaled softly. He tilted his head slightly to the side as he watched the man manoeuvre his way towards the door, deftly leaning back out of the chainsaw’s reach, the liquid grace of his movements only fuelling Victor’s arousal.
It was with great reluctance that he stood up from the desk. He would enjoy nothing more than observing just how capable Leon S. Kennedy truly was in the flesh – his strength and abilities were clearly still exceptional.
Giving the man’s image one last, lingering look -he was expertly wielding his hatchet now, disarming the infected doctor with the chainsaw before acquiring it himself- and giving his bulging crotch a pacifying squeeze, he locked the computer down and vacated his private office.
Soon enough. It would be entirely worth the wait, but for now… He had other matters to attend to.
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Leon’s POV
Leon’s skin was crawling, and not from the cascade of infected staff and patients falling upon him from every corner.
He used his knee to launch one such zombie into the nearby wall, then stamped his foot into its head hard enough to smash it. Another hapless victim lurched at him from the side, and he angled his handgun under the jaw and up, ending its subsistence with a single bullet.
He was being watched. He was keenly aware of it.
Giving his surroundings a quick survey and wiping gore from his face, it seemed that he’d dealt with all immediate threats. He dropped his defensive stance a little, holstering Matilda and shaking drops of blood and viscera from his hatchet with two firm downward swings. He inspected the edge.
He had clocked quite a few cameras already. The place seemed to be under heavy surveillance, for a chronic care centre.
He sharpened the blade of the hatchet, grimly reflecting on how the director of this place had previous employment with Umbrella. He wouldn’t be taking anything at face-value around here. Nothing surprised him anymore.
And where was the doctor? Made himself scarce while he was occupied, no doubt, just like in Wrenwood. He had smiled at him then, before making his escape.
His attention had been too fixed on him to be anything other than recognition. Out of everyone occupying the streets, he picked Leon out immediately, like he knew exactly where to look. It felt like time crawled to a halt.
Leon pondered it as he left the room and ventured through the corridors. It had lingered with him, and he found himself unable to shake it even now. If the man was familiar with him then he was already at a slight disadvantage, knowing so little about Dr Gideon himself.
He knew he was dangerous, though. Inhuman. Confident enough to abduct someone in public and then fire some kind of syringe darts into unsuspecting pedestrians as if they were nothing.
That unsettling smile, beneath the hood – Just for his benefit, apparently.
Leon shook himself slightly, brushing a gloved hand back through his hair as he came to another elegant door. His neck was hurting, and he rubbed at it with a sigh as he leaned one shoulder against the frame.
Even through the excruciating pain, he felt that suspicious prickling sensation again.
Casting a cursory glance over each shoulder, he sought out the tell-tale signs of a camera. It must have been well-hidden because he couldn’t see any. Maybe he was just getting paranoid, but his instincts were usually on point.
He wasn’t the type to lose his nerve easily, even back when he was a rookie. Let them spy on him.
He kicked the door open with more force than necessary, just in case any onlookers made the mistake of thinking him frail. The décor of the hall looked familiar, like he might be back at the main entrance albeit upstairs.
Someone started screaming. He unholstered Requiem.
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Gideon’s POV
He would keep him here permanently, if he could.
How he would enjoy locking him away in the attic, a clinic room, or even his office. Yes. Anywhere that he could help himself to the man whenever the mood struck him.
Rhodes Hill was obviously compromised, no longer safe, but evidence showed that it didn’t raise any issues for the resilient Mr Kennedy.
Gideon’s tongue was restless behind gilded teeth. He’d come up to the attic to prepare for what he had planned and refer to some files on his laptop, not stare at CCTV footage again. He had felt compelled to see what Leon was up to. The man had to be monitored.
He was splattered with blood from his spree and now stood massaging his neck, showing signs of mild fatigue and what looked a little like pain.
He would like to investigate the source if possible, and offer the appropriate relief. It would be remiss not to.
Unbidden, his fingers reached out to touch Leon’s image on the screen, slowly tracing the curve of his lower back and hips. The man straightened up then, his eyes sweeping over his surroundings as if he felt Victor’s attention – or should that be intention?
Gideon groaned low under his breath. “Don’t worry, Leon, I won’t be much longer…”
The DSO agent would run into Grace any minute, judging by his location. He had to keep them separated at all costs.
He switched to another camera. Subject 170 was also on the hunt and should keep them busy until he arrived.
The doctor closed the laptop and put it on top of the cabinet, smiling broadly as he set off to hunt down his target – at last. Every fibre of his being was attuned to his animalistic urges now, but he couldn’t get ahead of himself.
He would take him up there where they would be safe from interruption, where it was quiet. It would be delicate work, and he wouldn’t allow anything to ruin it.
He heard loud gunfire as he stalked the dark corridor and faintly detected Leon’s scent when he approached the corner, which he inhaled longingly. He wanted him, needed him. He stopped in his tracks, sparing a glance down at subject 170’s seeping, caved-in skull.
Naughty Leon. What a way to treat his patients.
His night vision tracked the agent at the end of the adjoining corridor. He grinned as he lifted the remote control out from inside his coat, activating the lockdown with a satisfying click.
Leon had gotten himself on the wrong side of the bars without even realising it. He’d even given away one of his guns. It made Victor feel almost giddy as he watched the light disappear with the descent of the heavy second barrier.
His prey was weakened and trapped. They were alone together in darkness.
Time to say ‘hello’.
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Leon’s POV
Leon released an exaggerated sigh.
He’d been subjected to more than a few questioning tactics throughout his career. He’d been tied to chairs, groped by handsy interrogators, offered things that might make him talk… They were usually clumsy, rough, and easy enough to deflect.
Dr Gideon had a different approach to the same things. It was hard to get a read on this one.
He touched him like he was testing for an illusion; just the barest tips of fingers that were surprisingly gentle for their size. Once apparently satisfied that Leon was in fact corporeal, the caresses became more certain, steadily increasing in pressure with a controlled subtlety.
When he spoke, it was in a disarming, velvety cadence that wormed its way right under his skin. It had plucked at his defences already in that dark corridor, before Gideon choked him out and brought him to wherever they were.
As for his scrutiny, hell…
He couldn’t tell what was going on in those obscured eyes, but Leon likened the experience to how priceless, exotic animals must feel when being peered at through the bars by their prospective buyers.
The way he was being slowly circled solidified that feeling. It seemed like the doctor was using his impressive height to assert some sort of dominance over him. Fortunately, Leon wasn’t easily daunted by large foes anymore.
If he really did have the answers to his disease here -and Leon definitely wasn’t falling for that- then why would he share them with him? He knew bait when it was being set.
“I understand, you know,” Gideon’s voice suddenly echoed eerily around the room, unprompted. “You have work to do, I have mine, and neither of us will stop,” a short pause, “So, then… Let us negotiate the terms of an agreement, shall we?”
Leon remained silent, his expression stony. He didn’t bat an eyelid, jaw firmly set, even when fingers grazed the hair at the back of his neck and triggered an involuntary shudder.
Gideon observed him thoughtfully from where he now towered on his left. “I’d heard you had quite the mouth on you, but you’re surprisingly taciturn,” another brief pause to infuse the name with both fire and ice, “Leon.”
While one large hand buried itself in the soft strands of Leon’s hair, using it to angle his neck just so, the other was suddenly injecting a syringe into the exposed skin with a practiced efficiency and then extracting it.
So much for negotiation.
It barely stung, but Leon’s entire body tensed immediately. It generally spelled trouble when he was stabbed in the neck with needles, especially paired with the knowledge of Dr Gideon’s particular field of expertise.
“The fuck was that!?” he demanded hoarsely, feeling his skin prickling all over with growing unease, sweat beginning to form at his hairline.
Gideon’s cool fingers gently massaged the injection site. “Shhh…”
Leon grunted in frustration, straining uselessly against his fetters. He tried to kick the much larger man the instant he moved back in front of him, but Gideon simply grabbed the offending leg and draped it around his waist, leaning in to invade Leon’s space intimately enough for him to feel the puffs of his breath.
“You look good when you’re all worked up,” Victor murmured, cradling Leon’s chin delicately in one hand and running his thumb along his lower lip. Bold, overly familiar and completely unthreatened by him.
Leon got another flash of memory from the corridor. Even while being suffocated, he’d been aware of the wandering fingers as he was studied in the dark. That hand gripping his throat hadn’t been idle, fingertips disappearing under the hair at the nape of his neck, a thumb grazing just below his lips. The other hand had been holding his gun arm well out of harm’s way, as he’d refused to release it.
He’d gotten very close to his mouth. Whispering to him. The rest was hazy.
He was brought back to reality with a shiver when the hand moved, nails skirting down his throat and hovering over the dip at the base of it. The fresh sweat had started to pool there and a single finger slowly circled it before sliding into the dip and lightly pressing.
He still didn’t know if Gideon was just messing with him or if there was any real intent here. His attention felt so personal, almost like he knew him and that this might even have been planned. Perhaps it was none of that, and the ‘ex-Umbrella’ researcher was just extreme in his measures to amuse himself.
Leon tried to regain his calm from the discomfort of being drugged. So far he hadn’t mutated, so that was something at least. It was probably a relaxant or something to make him chattier, if this was in fact meant to be an interrogation.
The hand left Leon’s throat to meander across his chest, brushing a nipple through the fabric so lightly it could have been an accident, and then a second time to prove it was not. The agent jerked slightly at that, before the same hand withdrew again.
Just what was he playing at, with all this?
Gideon straightened up, letting Leon’s leg fall back to its original place, moving his head around to study him from different angles. For all Leon knew, those lenses were looking right through his clothes, or taking souvenirs. He could hear them, so they were definitely doing something.
“The DSO didn’t tell you much about me, did they?” Victor said matter-of-factly in that soft voice, tilting his head and waiting for an answer. The frequent switch was interesting. It was a bit like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, if Hyde was renowned for being a touchy-feely bastard.
Leon hesitated, weighing the very few facts he had then opting for honesty. “They didn’t know much about you.” He kept his face carefully neutral, thinking of the POI message from earlier. His phone was in his jacket pocket, which he had left in the car, so there was no way Gideon had seen it - his query seemed to have little relevance. Leon decided to humour him. "Why?”
Dr Gideon didn’t say anything, just ran a couple of exploratory fingers along Leon’s jaw with a sense of muted fascination. Leon stared pointedly up at him, willing him to say something, but the smooth, grey fingers continued their careful journey around his face; down the straight bridge of his nose, across a cheek, his nails scratching lightly at his stubble then paying particular attention to his lips, Leon noticed.
Finally, the doctor spoke, his voice sounding distant and a little distracted. “I have quite particular tastes, Leon. Let’s just say I owe them my gratitude for sending you,” there was a toothy gold smile, “It’s like they knew. I’ve wanted to… meet you for some time.”
“M’flattered,” Leon responded gruffly, choosing to ignore the unspoken words in that pause. “Yet today is the first I’ve ever even heard of you.”
“Until now, I’ve kept a low profile. Regardless, I’ve heard all about you,” Gideon bent over excitedly, peering straight into Leon’s face. His voice was silk steeped in venom. “Raccoon City, 1998, for example… What a precious little thing you were, with your pouty lips. So pretty… the naïve light of hope still shining in those baby blues of yours...” The corner of his mouth twitched upward.
Leon’s brow furrowed. Quite the intimate level of detail. “Someone did their homework. Shame I’m all outta gold stars.”
Gideon straightened up and clasped his hands behind his back with the barest grimace of acknowledgment. “Raccoon City survivors were a rarity and topic of great interest. When the subject is so fascinating, study becomes a genuine pleasure. Watching you hone yourself over the years like the finest of blades… to be passed from hand to hand,” his voice took on an appreciative roughness, holding his hands out emphatically, “You’ve seen so much, and look at you now: the cub became a wolf.”
Gideon lifted a finger and carefully twisted a section of Leon’s hair around it. Leon briefly wondered if his hands were more delicate regarding his hair due to the many rings adorning them. Seemed awfully considerate for such a brute.
“My patience has paid off, as I truly believe I bear witness to the best of you,” he leaned in particularly close with a crooked smile, voice dropping to a whisper. “I get to tame the alpha.”
Leon’s heart-rate quickened but he scoffed, tossing his head in an exasperated gesture and causing his hair to spill back over one eye. The doctor’s intentions were coming sharply into focus, now. “Yeah, alright. Good luck with that.”
In a sudden blur of movement, Victor pressed more of his weight into him, the chair forced back onto two legs and a subsequently precarious angle. “I don’t need luck,” Gideon ground out, enunciating each word. A hand came up to move Leon’s hair from his face once more, as if it wasn’t allowed to be obscured. “You'll submit to me. It’s the only thing you will accomplish here, on this doomed campaign of yours.”
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Gideon’s POV
It was difficult not to get carried away with him. Leon presented a thrill that was not dissimilar to a breakthrough in research – when years of painstaking theory finally bore fruit.
Picking up Leon in the corridor had felt just like that; plucking the sweet, tempting apple his mouth had been watering for. His willpower alone prevented him from taking a bite, especially after breathing in his scent so closely.
It had been too easy. Leon had made it easy for him, really, practically disarming himself and foolishly coming at Gideon when he was still tired.
He’d greatly enjoyed overpowering him, though. The feeling of him struggling, finally in his hands, had sent a bolt of need straight to his cock.
He had clung to his breath long enough for Victor to take in his face, feel the texture of his skin and hair, and scan the familiar marks on his neck. RC Syndrome, of course. The fact that the bruising was sensitive to the touch indicated that he was still in stage 1, the affected areas not yet numb. Good. He wanted him to feel everything.
Just before he had passed out, his weakly kicking legs had hooked around Gideon’s waist in an apparent final bid for purchase. Was he even aware?
Gideon had all but slammed the agent into the wall then, after shushing him into unconsciousness. It was probably a good thing Leon didn’t get the chance to feel how hard he’d already made him at that point. That wouldn’t do – he had to get him willing, first. Giving the man’s vulnerable form another indulgent press against the wall, he’d then adjusted his hold to scoop up Leon’s legs and bring his upper half to his chest.
Now here they were in the attic, and his willpower was being sorely tested again. Right from the beginning. Just removing the belt that sat low on his hips -too many useful and dangerous things there- almost broke his restraint.
Trussing him up had also been very enjoyable, both the process and result. The ropes suited him too well to be decent.
The DSO agent was so lovely to behold in person, all the better when his ice-blue eyes were open and staring at him defiantly. Illuminated. Helpless. The scent of his sweat made Gideon want to devour him. The need was growing exponentially, gnawing at him, telling him to feast on his prey.
Leon was trying to play it cool, but he’d slipped up enough for Victor to know he was getting to him: a catch in his breath here, a shiver there, or a barely perceptible flutter of his eyelashes. Each clue was integral in breaking him down into submission.
Oh, but he couldn’t begin to imagine Gideon’s impure thoughts. The things he could do -would do- to the man currently caught between his body and the chair. He would strive to hear his name spilling from those shapely lips. Repeatedly.
He certainly wasn’t concerned about his ability to leave Leon a ravaged, gasping mess – Pacing himself would be the real challenge here.
After all, they were now engaged in his favourite part of an experiment:
Applying a variety of methods to the appropriate subject, and exploiting the optimum findings.
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Leon’s POV
Leon did his utmost to look unimpressed.
He was adept in the art of observation; it came with the job. The stark contrast between Gideon’s aggressive words and his gentle touch made it seem almost like he was at war with himself – perhaps torn between wanting to kill him and fuck him, who knew? Leon probably didn’t want to, but it was making it difficult for him to guess what the hulk of a man was going to do next.
Proving Leon’s point, Gideon gradually leaned back, his arms around him to grip the chair until he’d righted its position with a jarring ‘thud’. The action was so slow and purposeful. It appeared to be an attempt to keep himself in check. “Trust me, Leon,” there was a measured sigh, “If I chose to, I could bring you to orgasm with just one finger.”
Jesus Christ. Leon’s face went hot. He’d said it so casually. “Is that how weak you really think I am?” he barked in indignation.
“Oh, it’s not about weakness,” Victor cajoled, “It’s simply about knowledge – my knowledge of your body.” His smile was probably supposed to be reassuring.
“Well, I’m obviously not letting you do that,” Leon groused, even as the other man leaned close to his jawline, the tip of his tongue flickering just out of touching distance.
“Is that so…?” Gideon smirked, pulling back to study him. “What a pity.”
Leon was momentarily distracted by the realisation he was getting hard, and he frowned down at himself. Oh, he had no doubt that Gideon had been looking just now. There was no hiding it in this position, thighs spread as they were. Might as well own it. “Well, this is just… great. That’s what you injected me with, huh?” he accused. He sighed and rolled his head back slowly. “...So that’s what this is.”
Gideon nonchalantly closed the distance once more and his lips hovered along the unmarked side of his neck, a hand lingering at his waist. His voice had a teasing edge. “And what would that be, exactly?” Two of his fingers slid under Leon’s waistband to ease some of the shirt out and softly caress the skin beneath.
“...Nngh,” was all Leon managed, realising he’d been asked a question. Victor had somehow succeeded in being both the snake and the charmer in this scenario.
He noted how the doctor’s skin had been cool to the touch in the beginning, but was now growing ever warmer.
He tried to clear his head.
Gideon audibly inhaled him, breathing in deeply through his nose, then out through the mouth. That tongue flicked out again on the exhale, tickling behind his ear. He started moving once more, going behind him and out of sight.
“You know,” Leon tried to infuse his voice with as much of a warning tone as he could, “I’ve killed a lot of Lickers in my time, so you might wanna keep that creepy tongue to yourself, if-” as if summoned, Victor’s tongue appeared at his other side, lightly caressing a cheek, “…if you don’t wanna lose it.”
Gideon ignored him, that snakelike tongue tracing the shell of his ear before the tip darted into it. A hand was running into Leon’s dark blonde hair at the opposite side of his head, gently massaging his scalp. Leon shuddered, nerve-endings lighting up everywhere. He sucked in a sharp breath. “Damn it, will you stop licking me?”
Gideon huffed behind him, which could have been a short laugh. “Now you’re getting more talkative. Delectable as you are, I’ll do much more than that – I assure you.”
It didn’t comfort him, as such.
Gideon craned down to scrutinise him again. “I’m going to take you apart slowly… piece by piece,” a hand unclipped one of the shoulder straps on his harness then crawled back up, over the back of his neck and across his shoulder, to slide down his chest and release the one on the other side.
“…Witness you become completely undone,” he continued, the hand moving to the centre of his chest and slowly tugging down the zip there, fingertips brushing the exposed skin with surety. “Once I’m done with you, once I’ve truly exposed you,” Victor’s other hand unfastened the remaining clips then pulled Leon’s shirt entirely free from under his waistband, his confident digits leaving a burning trail up the agent’s stomach, “and have you powerless at my mercy…”
The hand at Leon’s chest had snuck its way down under the material to toy with a nipple again. “There will be irrefutable proof that you,” the doctor’s tone was dangerous as he leaned his face closer, “came here for me.”
Leon’s head had slumped over somewhat from the gratuitous stimulation of his senses, but now he lifted it and looked at Gideon sharply. He was met with a grin.
Christ, it was that voice, so suggestive that almost everything sounded like a double entendre. It was the only aspect of his tongue that was subtle, but even then… what he’d said before…
“Nothing to say, my dear? That’s alright. Your body is doing all the talking,” he was clearly directing his hidden stare between Leon’s thighs where he’d grown even harder, and enjoying the sight if the hands tightening around his body were anything to go by.
Those same hands shortly retreated, so that Victor could take up his position in front of him once more. He appeared deep in thought, moistening his lips as he watched him.
Leon instinctively licked at his own lips, and it made something visibly shift in the other man. He was suddenly very near his face again, head tilted to accommodate the protrusion of his lenses. There was the slightest hiss before he drew back, reaching up and taking the visor off. It was put on a desk somewhere behind him, the harsh examination light silhouetting the movement until he leaned over and back into Leon’s immediate proximity.
Once the agent’s own eyes readjusted, the only way he could describe Gideon’s was predatory. He thought he’d caught the smallest glimpse of them before in the corridor, when Leon had first addressed him and the man had tilted his head right back, inhaling with obvious pleasure. Then, there had been a glint in the darkness beneath the visor.
It hadn’t prepared him.
They were so fixated on him that he could physically feel it, like he was staring straight into two citrine lasers burning ruthlessly into him. He felt more exposed under that focus than he did under the multiple lenses of the damn visor.
Just what the hell was Dr Gideon?
He dimly wondered if hypnosis was another of his talents, because he couldn’t seem to look away. And maybe it was the drug, but that pinpoint stare just made him even harder. He felt like he was the only thing in existence, in that moment.
Gideon didn’t blink once. It wasn’t unlike a viper right before the strike.
“Fuck me,” Leon eventually breathed out, amazed how a look could evidently paralyse him.
A knowing smile gradually formed on Victor’s face, and Leon inwardly tutted at his own choice of words.
The expression he was making at him was an unusual combination of fond and ravenous. He looked so different when his entire face was visible, slightly easier to read. A little more like the man in that photo, only a lot less human.
The doctor was actually very expressive, his mouth frequently moving with unformed words or speculations. He couldn’t help but be curious about all the things he wanted to say but didn’t.
Leon suddenly saw it coming in what felt like slow-motion: Gideon inhaled deeply again, gaze dropping to Leon’s lips as his forked tongue absently twisted between his own slightly parted ones. It became abundantly clear to Leon why he’d decided to take the visor off.
It came out in a rush: “No, don’t you dare ki–” but the words weren’t out fast enough. It wouldn’t have stopped him anyway, judging from the force and speed of Victor’s mouth closing over his.
He really hadn't expected kissing. It wasn't necessary. The man was passionate, he'd give him that. In contrast to his feather-light caresses, he kissed hungrily. Possessively.
Making muffled sounds of protest, Leon’s head craned back to try and escape the invasion of that dexterous tongue. It was already sweeping over the insides of his cheeks, his teeth, and then tangling with his own. He considered biting it, but knowing his luck that might just send him into a frenzy. He didn't know what to think anymore.
The clashing of their mouths was so cannibalistic in nature that he briefly considered it as a very real possibility. His lower lip was being nibbled on then sucked between Gideon’s own lips with the faintest of slurps.
Leon fought to suppress a groan and failed. The noise only spurred Victor on, making him thrust his tongue back into Leon’s mouth and weave right to the back of his throat. He was doing his best not to choke on it, but it was relentless.
He tried bucking his hips to get some much-needed personal space back which only made it worse when his hard-on collided roughly with Victor’s solid leg. It drew an amused sound from the other man that reverberated down his own throat. As soon as the tongue was withdrawn, Leon growled against his lips. “Move your damn knee, would you?”
The man assaulting his mouth pulled back enough for Leon to see the lecherous smile there. Gideon smacked his lips, head slowly shaking from side to side. “That’s not my knee, y’know…”
Leon felt a little of the colour drain from his face as he risked a look down. For once, he didn’t have words.
Gideon laughed abruptly, bumping his ‘knee’ into him teasingly before palming Leon’s own erection through his clothing and forcing another drawn-out groan from him.
He was licking and suckling at the column of his neck now, metallic teeth occasionally grazing the skin. Gideon seemed to have quite the neck fetish. It felt like there would be marks later.
Those pale hands circled his waist, fingers spreading, so large that they almost met each other. The heat from the palms sank right through his clothes and into the flesh. The blatant size difference made all the fine hairs on his body stand up.
This was escalating fast. Leon felt hot all over, well and truly under the influence of whatever had been administered. He couldn't remember the last time he was this turned on, or this hard.
He realised with resignation that he didn't really want to stop it.
“Are you going to behave?” Victor asked in a lilting tone as if reading his mind, straightening up to watch the agent's face.
Leon's lips almost curved into a smirk but he forced it down.
Gideon caught it, though. Of course he did.
He sighed and shook his head, but didn’t seem overly disappointed or surprised. He walked over to the medical trolley and picked something up before returning to stand behind Leon, wordlessly using the scalpel to cut the ropes binding his captive.
He had already dropped it and thrown an arm out to coil around Leon’s neck by the time he sprung up from the chair, the loosened gun harness sliding off his shoulders and hitting the floor during the scuffle.
The agent grunted as he was choked for the second time that night, gloved hands instinctively grappling with Victor’s arm. He heard him kicking the chair to the side, behind him. He was dragged back across the short distance and pressed flush against the doctor’s body, his struggles only creating greater friction between his ass and Gideon’s ominously large bulge.
The pressure around his throat wasn’t enough to incapacitate him like before, but the iron grip still prevented most useful movement. God, Gideon was strong. He’d proven that earlier when he’d lifted him off the floor with one hand, high enough to be inspected at eye level.
He was steered carefully across the room, unable to see anything but flashes of ceiling. He heard something click, and there was some kind of structural movement near his feet. He saw Victor leer down at his upturned face.
“Not here,” was all he said by way of explanation. He released Leon’s throat only to grab both of his wrists and force them behind his back, then used one hand to turn him around by the waist. He hefted him clean off the ground and slung him over his shoulder, still keeping his wrists pinned.
Getting manhandled down a ladder sideways was almost entertaining, mostly because it highlighted Gideon’s complete unwillingness to trust him.
Probably wise.
Leon was set down on the ground again, and he took the opportunity to twist out of Gideon’s grasp. As before, the other man was expecting it and they wrestled with each other in a flurry of limbs until Victor had Leon crushed tightly against the wall.
His arms were trapped against his chest, thighs forced apart by Victor’s sheer size pressing into him. They remained like that for a moment, breaths laboured and chests heaving, and not at all from exertion.
Leon let his head fall back against the wall and gave the doctor his most provocative look. He was playing with fire and he knew it, and suspected that was a big part of what was exciting him so much – unknown drug notwithstanding.
The half-lidded gaze and bared throat must have had the desired effect, as Gideon growled out a strained guttural noise. He grabbed Leon by the neck none-too-gently, fingers digging into his pressure points in a very thinly-veiled threat. They both moaned.
And there it was.
He was enjoying this powerplay dynamic more than he should have any right to, and Gideon could growl at him all he wanted – Leon now knew it did it for him when he fought back a bit too, as it gave him an opportunity to reassert dominance.
That was a huge part of it. Victor had openly disclosed his will to have Leon submit, but the surprising thing was how much he now wanted to. The heat coming from between their combined hips was almost too much with all these layers.
Gideon slowly composed himself, breathing in deeply and exhaling with a soft ‘ahhh.’
“The scent of your arousal is… ruinous. But if you think for one minute that this will be over quickly,” his hands got behind Leon and grabbed his ass, picking him up and thrusting him against the wall, “Think again.”
When he moved in towards his mouth again, Leon met him halfway. It appeared to please Gideon immensely and shred some of that patience of his, judging by the way he was now barging doors open with the grace of an enraged bull, carrying Leon into some nondescript room with a palpable urgency. Victor maintained the aggressive kiss throughout, only stopping to latch onto the skin at the base of Leon’s throat and bite him where he'd been unzipped.
The heavy wooden door slammed shut behind them with a force that nearly knocked it off its hinges, some flakes of paint and plaster snowing down from the ceiling.
Leon was thrown bodily onto a bed, bouncing once before Gideon’s crushing weight tried to implant him in the mattress. He became minutely aware of heavy rain hitting the windows, the only sound apart from their breathing and the slight swinging of the ceiling light, above.
Once again, Victor looked like he was taking a moment to gather himself, regulating his breathing and smoothing the hair back from his forehead.
His eyes slowly opened to pierce Leon.
“…Now, then.”
Leon throbbed in response.
Gideon was slow and methodical in removing Leon’s clothes, considering how impatient he had been a scant moment ago.
He started with the gloves, peeling them off with always-steady hands that caressed his wrists and forearms, after which taking Leon’s right hand to his mouth and sucking on each finger gently, one at a time. The dark veins of disease on his palm were kissed almost sweetly.
Something like this should not be so sexy. They were just hands, for fuck’s sake… But Leon’s breath was shallower now than it had been before.
Next came the dark blue shirt, discarded quicker than the gloves in the doctor’s haste to get at his upper body. It was cast to the furthermost corner of the room as if it was offensive for being such a barrier.
Both hands began mapping his torso, starting at the collar and shoulders as he was pinned yet again beneath that haunting stare. Victor’s breathing was heavy and thick with desire as he gave one of his biceps a greedy squeeze – Leon was pretty sure there was no one else capable of getting one hand around his upper arm like that.
His curious fingers then followed the curves of Leon’s pectorals, skating down his abdomen, his sides, thumbing circles into his hips before bringing them up across his stomach and back to his chest. He kneaded the firm muscles with patent adoration, his index fingers teasing at his nipples.
Leon instinctively wanted to look away out of an overwhelming sense of vulnerability, but he forced himself to hold the stare, unblinking. His breath caught in his throat when the head dipped down to lap at one of the hardened buds on his chest, lips closing around it to suck gently. When the actions were replicated on the other one, his fists clenched at his sides.
Gideon clearly observed every reaction, as he grinned like his stubborn side was endlessly amusing to him. Even without the visor he was always studying him intensely, watching for cracks and weaknesses, no doubt. He set about removing Leon’s boots and socks.
Hands encircled his ankles, smoothing over the sharp bones there, running along the arches of his feet before sliding them up his slender legs to where they were bent at the knees. They then followed the slope of his thighs down until they met with his waistband, and deftly unfastened the button and zip. Gideon then paused to look at Leon expectantly.
Leon deliberately hesitated, then begrudgingly did the courtesy of lifting his hips for Victor to pull the black combats off, his obedience likely adding to the doctor’s growing pleasure in disrobing him.
Once that layer was also discarded, Gideon’s hands resumed their exploration of his legs, even while his gaze was now steadfast on the last remaining obstacle. Wandering fingertips dug into his calves, stroked behind his knees, thumbs rubbing patterns into his inner thighs and leaving no part of him untouched.
With great finality, Victor’s hands came to rest on Leon’s dark underwear, taking in the damp outline of his straining erection with a feral glint in his eyes. He let his fingers drift over the shape of him as he seemed to seriously consider something.
Leon was about to make an arguably witty remark, when the thin material was ripped off entirely in a flash. Just gone. The mixture of being exposed so suddenly and the way it was done made Leon’s jaw close again with an audible click.
The doctor hummed appreciatively as he observed him in all his stripped-down glory, lying there in nothing but his watch. He flicked the air with his tongue and uttered a decadent, breathy sigh. “Yes… Perfection.”
The reverence made something coil in Leon’s gut and join the pool of heat in his groin. The look raking over him felt like some ethereal touch ghosting over his body, followed by the actual tracing of the junction between his hip-bone and inner thigh with warm fingers. They moved around that general area, touching everything but what he wanted and needed him to.
“Come on, get on with it,” Leon ground out, his hips discreetly undulating of their own accord. His body wasn’t listening to him, as if Gideon’s sensual touches were the only commands to follow and he was some kind of sexual puppet… or an instrument being skilfully played by a master.
He spared a glance down at his traitorous cock, which was leaving a continuous sticky mess on his abdomen as evidence of his excitement. Gideon followed the blonde’s gaze and a lewd smirk graced his scarred lips. He ran the pad of his thumb over and around the dripping head a few times, eliciting a shuddering intake of breath from him, and then slipped it straight into his mouth.
Leon could only stare, somehow captivated, as Victor made a show of slowly licking and sucking the digit with a perverse moan, savouring the taste of him. He knew exactly what he was doing, it seemed, as when he suddenly bent down and repeated the motion on Leon’s swollen glans, the agent was eagerly waiting for it.
He let out a shaky combination of a sigh and a moan, his thighs automatically moving further apart. Gideon accepted the invitation graciously, one of his hands squeezing the left thigh in silent encouragement before his snake-like tongue wrapped around the turgid length of Leon’s erection, thoroughly coating its entirety before doing the same with his balls. The generous layer of saliva trickled down his perineum and into his ass.
What a fucking tease this man was turning out to be. He obviously meant it before when he said he was going to take his time, what was it, taking him apart piece by piece? Leon flexed his hips in mild annoyance, feeling Victor’s breath keenly against his sex. He closed his eyes, willing himself not to writhe around or beg.
The split tip of that fucking tongue started rapidly flicking his frenulum out of nowhere, and Leon immediately failed both his recent inner goals. “Mm-Motherfuck… God, please!” When he received silence as a response, his eyes opened to send icy daggers down at Gideon.
The doctor was now holding the base of Leon’s dick with the most ridiculously satisfied expression on his face, rubbing his lips along the flesh. It became an open-mouthed smile when he wrapped his tongue around the length again in a spiral, the tip making its way up to torture the sensitive parts some more.
A full-body shiver ran through Leon at the display, and he let his head drop back again with an unashamedly needy groan. “Dr Gideon… Victor…”
That got the man’s instant attention. “Yes, my darling…?” he drawled, his thumb running up and down the underside of Leon’s length in lieu of his tongue, waiting.
Leon tried to squeeze his thighs around the doctor to convey his impatience, but aside from stroking one of them the way one might do with a pet, Gideon was not moved by the unspoken plea. “...Stop that. I’m not yours.”
“Yes,” Gideon said simply, almost solemnly, “You are.”
As if to prove his claim, his mouth closed over the head of Leon’s cock again, sucking hard before sinking all the way down with an alarming ease.
Leon’s entire body rocked and his hoarse cry bounced off the walls. If this was an indication of things to come, he was not going to last. One hand was loosely wrapped around the base of him, its fingers splayed out possessively, and the other had a firm grip on his hip to keep him pinned to the bed while he was devoured.
Leon’s own hands wound up in Gideon’s long grey hair, needing to hold onto something. The way that relentless sucking pressure combined with the tongue stimulating underneath was drawing some really obscene noises from him. To add to it, the hand that was circled around his length made its way down to palm his aching balls, the tips of his fingers brushing the sensitive skin just behind them.
His ears started ringing, his climax imminent from the build-up of everything done to him so far. His hands tightened slightly in warning, not trusting his voice to do it for him.
If he thought it would make the man stop or even slow down, he was proven wrong. Gideon swallowed around the head of Leon’s dick where it was held in the back of his hot, wet throat, and let out a rumbling groan. The agent’s body convulsed and the dam finally burst.
Feeling like he was going blind and deaf all at once, Leon let out a long, wavering cry as he felt himself spasm, wave after wave of pleasure jolting through his body as he was expertly milked by Victor’s constrictive throat, every drop of him being consumed.
Trembling from head to toe, Leon gasped for air, his breaths laced with intermittent moans. He felt Gideon drawing back, tongue blazing a trail along his length.
“How was that?” came the sultry murmur against his stomach.
Leon drew in a shuddering breath, meeting the older man’s gaze when his face rose up to assess him. “Like… Like being hit by a fucking truck,” he answered truthfully albeit shakily, the force of that orgasm still wracking his frame with small tremors.
Gideon had definitely done that before. Leon ran a hand over his face, willing his body to stop shaking.
Victor considered him, fingers skimming over his ribs and enjoying the way he jumped. “Shall we proceed to round two, then?”
Leon felt his pulse stutter. He wasn’t an idiot, he had known it wasn’t over, and yet… His mind mulled over what generally came next, and he swore beneath his breath.
With a low chuckle that sent further shivers along Leon’s spine, Gideon seemed to tower above him until he took up his entire view, looking every bit the sinister villain in that moment.
He gazed down at Leon in the low light, eyes menacing as his tongue extended to writhe around in the air. His serpentine buckle was undone with one hand, and then the zip went down slowly enough for the agent’s eyes to follow. His belted waistband was tugged down one side at a time until he was able to spring free. The coat remained on.
As Leon had feared and anticipated, the man was definitely in proportion to his generally gargantuan size. It pulsed with a steady thrum the longer Leon looked at it, almost like it was vibrating.
He swallowed thickly, averting his gaze in what he hoped wasn’t a nervous display. “That…” he tried again, clearing his throat. “That’s not going inside me, doc.”
He was shushed for his pessimism, a finger pressing gently against his lips to seal them. “My dear, as you said - I’m a doctor. You’re in very good hands.” The smile that accompanied this matched the seductively persuasive tone.
Leon still eyed him warily.
Gideon’s piercing yellow eyes seared him. His face seemed to suddenly darken, then, and in an ominous whisper he added, “It isn’t up for debate, Leon.”
He pressed his enormous length along Leon’s. Leon wasn’t small, but next to Victor…
Fuck.
He felt it, this time – there was a subtle but unmistakable tremor pulsing intermittently through that long, thick, veiny shaft. The sensation was stimulating his oversensitive flesh, and he squirmed a bit from the strangeness of it. He was somehow getting hard again, or had he even gone soft? That in itself was fucked up and a definite first for him. Then again – aphrodisiacs could have that effect.
“Say it,” Victor’s voice was low, dripping with raw, unfettered hunger. He stroked one hand over them both, drawing an indecently wanton groan from the man trapped beneath him. Leon’s eyelids fluttered closed in a way that he hoped Gideon might accept as an answer.
There was a notable pause, before a clenched out: “Say it.”
Leon’s head went to the side, stubbornly clinging to the last thread of his pride.
The hand still wrapped around him gave a meaningful squeeze. Gideon leaned down to the ear now facing him and whispered directly into it, “Leon…” at the same time as a fingertip began teasing his entrance.
Leon bit off a needy whine; the way he said his name so lustily was all it took. He surrendered. “God, fuck me. Please, just fuck me.”
With a pleased groan, Gideon’s hands slid greedily up the backs of Leon’s muscular thighs until he reached those taut cheeks. His hands were large enough to fully grasp one in each, and he squeezed them in a way that spoke of ownership, so sure and familiar.
Leon was both disturbed and fascinated by how pliant he was in the doctor’s expert hands. Whatever he had been injected with must have been potent. He was so desperate for more, against all of his better judgement. Gideon’s words from earlier about taming him rang dully in the back of his mind, mocking him.
Gideon sat back, murmuring affectionately and admiring him like he was some kind of pornographic art exhibit. After a moment’s pause, he slowly began removing his jewellery, the point he was making profound enough to draw Leon’s stare. The various rings, the chains running across the back of his right hand, attached to a bracelet somewhere up his sleeve, they all came off and went into a pocket inside his coat. His eyes didn’t leave Leon’s the entire time.
The hand that had disappeared inside his coat reappeared with a bottle of what was almost certainly lubricant.
Leon couldn’t help himself. “You just carry that around with you? Nah,” he groaned, “Don’t even answer that…”
Gideon slid up to kiss Leon’s neck and then down to nip at his clavicle, and the agent felt him smile. He’d barely stopped smiling since this all began, so obviously delighted with whatever the hell was going on.
Absolutely batshit.
The anticipation while Victor lubricated his fingers seemed to go on forever even though it was only a handful of seconds. Settling more comfortably between Leon’s spread legs, he held one in each hand and leaned over, folding him and leaving his knees propped over the doctor’s large shoulders.
Fixing Leon with a heated stare, he slid one hand down his thigh to curl around his hip while the lubricated one began to work him open.
Leon wasn’t sure if he was even capable of blushing, but it felt like he might be. There was nothing more humbling than the position of vulnerability he was in now. It didn’t ease his mind to have Gideon staring into his soul like that while he prepared him, either. He plainly loved the power he was currently wielding.
The large probing finger became two fingers, delving into him and curling with clinical precision. Gideon’s eyes narrowed slightly as he brushed the agent’s prostate, gauging his reaction.
Leon broke the gaze at that, pursing his lips to conceal the sound trying to escape from him.
He was tutted at disapprovingly. “Now, now… I want to hear everything that lovely mouth is capable of,” Victor whispered encouragingly, his fingertips becoming a massaging press inside him. His voice was like the most honeyed but virulent poison.
“Victor,” Leon groaned, his hips rolling in the other man’s hold. He felt a third finger joining the others, the stretch pulling another broken noise from him. It was accompanied by the constant squelching of the lube, sounding impossibly loud in the otherwise quiet room.
Gideon’s breathing was growing more frayed by the second. He smothered Leon’s parted lips with his own, drinking down his soft moans. Leon’s idle hands tentatively found their way to Gideon’s chest, the feel of his scarred skin completely foreign. He hadn’t removed any clothing at all, so there wasn’t much for him to explore.
The doctor gently took his hands in one and removed them from his body, pinning them above Leon's head instead. He broke the kiss at the same time as removing his fingers, slowly.
“I know the word ‘relax’ probably isn’t in your vocabulary, but do try,” there was an insouciant flash of gold, “It would be in your best interests.”
Leon half-heartedly rolled his eyes, before dropping his gaze.
Gideon’s huge member, which must have surely ached from the lack of stimulation, was already coated with a staggering amount of pre-come but he lubricated himself nonetheless. The sight of it so slick had Leon inadvertently biting his lip, both apprehensive and turned on beyond belief. When he saw the want on the agent’s face, the doctor’s smile became coy as he gave himself a stroke.
Leon was manoeuvred onto all fours on the bed, his buttocks receiving an affectionate squeeze as he felt Victor slowly pushing into him, inch by inch. He gasped thinly. Victor patiently allowed him to adjust, running one hand up his back and the contracting muscles before his hips steadily worked their way into a teasing rhythm.
Before long, Leon was cursing enough to fill a swear jar, each sharp, shallow thrust punching a noise from his lungs. “Fuck, mmhn, oh, fuck, fuck… ahhh…” He’d assumed that Gideon wasn’t a huge fan of his potty mouth, given that his own speech was generally civilised and he’d never heard him swear, but he certainly didn’t seem to mind now if his throaty groans were to be believed.
“Have you forgotten how to breathe, Leon?” came the cultured, playful voice, Gideon’s fingers grazing over the smaller man’s throat. “In… out… in… out…” he grinned, his thrusts perfectly synchronised with his words.
Leon scowled, swatting his hand away from his neck. He was trying to concentrate, damn it; the man was huge.
Gideon’s shoulders shifted in a loose shrug, before his hand went straight back to where it had been. “Or don’t breathe, then,” he said wryly, tightening his hold around Leon’s neck. “That’s what you like, after all, isn’t it?”
Leon gasped out something nonsensical, and Victor adjusted the angle of his hips, gradually deepening his thrusts. The hand gripping his throat did nothing to hinder the noises coming out of him. The other hand ran down the rigid structure of Leon’s bracing right arm, coming to rest on top of his own much smaller hand, the combined weight sinking them into the bedding. The bed itself was creaking loudly, mixed with the slapping of damp skin on skin.
The thrusts got faster and deeper, and with it his cries became louder and more frequent. Victor was emitting a stream of low-pitched moans himself, straight into Leon’s ear. The hand that had been grasping his own wrapped around Leon’s waist now, while the one that held his neck moved down to his chest. He then manipulated the position of Leon’s body so that his thrusts hit the prostate more acutely.
Leon’s harsh groans took on a new level, and his arms began to tremble from the effort of holding himself up. “Ahh, Gideon, fuck,” his head hung down between his shoulders as he was pummelled mercilessly, “Oh fuck, oh Jesus, don’t stop, fuck,” he begged.
The growl that Gideon released seemed to fill the entire room, and it might have been Leon's imagination, but the solid length spearing him felt livelier, throbbing powerfully like a heartbeat as it drove deeper still. He could feel each pulse thrumming inside him – it was wild, a little unsettling and felt absolutely incredible. His own cock throbbed in tandem, as if following Victor’s lead.
“Fuck… Fuck, it's so good…” Leon heard himself whine involuntarily. He let his arms collapse, and his upper body sunk into the bed. He couldn't swallow all the sounds trying to get out. He considered biting the pillow in front of him, but settled for pressing his face into the sheets.
Gideon's hand immediately rectified this, two fingers slipping beneath his chin to lift his head and tilt it back.
“Let me hear you, Leon,” that breathy voice washed over him, making the agent feel like he was everywhere at once, consuming him inside and out. Gideon dragged his nails up one of Leon’s thighs, curving around his hip to grasp his bouncing erection. His thrusts didn’t falter in the slightest, even as fingertips stroked at the ridge around his tip and thumbed the slit.
Leon eventually stopped trying to hold back, past caring what he sounded like. Who the hell else was listening anyway, fucking zombies?
“Victor…oh fuck… so deep… fuck, Victor… Victor, please…” Leon clawed at the bedding.
If it was even possible, the larger man grew more frenzied by that. His hips slammed into Leon so hard that he was nearly launched head-first into the wall. The doctor's moans were unapologetically loud and heavy as he planted messy kisses over Leon's shoulder. He mouthed his way to his neck as he kept the frenetic pace for a while, then slowed and started easing out of him – much to the other man’s displeasure.
Leon sucked in a breath to protest, but soon found himself being flipped over, his legs placed securely over Gideon’s shoulders like before. His hands were pinned above his head again and then Victor smoothly resumed fucking him.
Only, this time the thrusts were agonisingly slow and deliberate, Victor pressed so close that his lower belly rubbed Leon’s cock, his tongue slipping out to slither between the smaller man’s gasping lips.
Gideon’s willpower and discipline were incredible. How he was able to draw this out so much instead of mindlessly chasing his own finale, Leon would never know.
The new pace was personally driving him crazy, and he twisted his wrists in Gideon’s grip. The tongue wrapped around his and squeezed it before retreating from his mouth. “What are you waiting for, just fuck me, please,” Leon choked out, his voice cracking. He had been so close.
Victor gave him an especially deep thrust, exhaling a long sigh. “Patience, Leon. I’ve waited years to do this to you… What are a few more precious minutes of enjoying your magnificent body?” The man’s voice was ragged now, every word saturated with need.
Leon’s erection was leaking again. Gideon ground his hips in a tight circle, making him swear loudly. That vibrating sensation was playing absolute havoc on his prostate, and seemed to be increasing in intensity. He felt a trail of saliva escaping down one corner of his gaping mouth, not even getting a chance to reach his jaw before that tongue was licking it up.
“Uhh… Victor, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” Leon tried to speak between moans as that wicked length slowly dragged in and out of him, the angle absolutely perfect and quickly threatening to be his undoing.
“Yes,” Gideon panted, his quickened breaths being the only tell that he was close too, “Yes, Leon…” The hand not pinning his wrists danced across his chest, pinching one of his nipples before swirling his tongue around it and then taking a swift hold of his dribbling length, pumping it in time with his own thrusts.
It ended up being simultaneous, when he tightened hard around Victor at the same time as he felt his insides being filled with the doctor’s release. The room was a cacophony of hoarse groans and grunts as Gideon fucked Leon through his second orgasm, this one radiating deep into his very bones. The man’s grip on his wrists was so tight that he was undoubtedly bruising him as his eyes closed in rapture, hips still rocking gently into him.
Leon was thoroughly wrecked by this point, vaguely aware that Gideon was now licking the sparse traces of release from his body, devouring him right up until the end. He twitched under the tongue’s onslaught, unable to bear anymore. He pushed himself weakly at the massive body, which proved to be about as effectual as usual.
Victor’s mouth was suddenly at his ear, hot breath still raging with a deep-seated need. “I’m not finished with you.”
Leon looked at him blankly with hooded eyes. He was still gasping for breath, having had the wind knocked right out of him with that second release, and yet when he focused on Gideon’s still-moving hips, he was aware that he was still very much hard, and very much pulsing.
The agent shook his head from side to side once, in denial. “Jesus Christ, Victor…”
Victor snarled, leaning into the hand still pinning Leon’s wrists down, and gave him a thrust so deep that he feared the bed might disintegrate any minute.
Leon genuinely felt like the doctor was trying to fuse them together, grinding into him hard each time their hips were flush. He couldn’t even bring himself to protest, unable to muster up the energy to do anything except go along for the ride, jerking whenever his exploited prostate was rubbed directly.
Victor had to be on the precipice, surely.
He raked his nails lightly down Leon’s sweat-drenched body, their foreheads almost touching. His tone was admonishing. “I decide when you're done… Darling.”
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Gideon’s POV
Nothing came close to the satisfaction of seeing, hearing and feeling him like this.
After coveting him from afar for so long, spending countless nights researching, sating himself to unearthed images or enriched thoughts of him, the reality was sublime – a reward well-earned.
He studied the face below, that handsome, stoic visage now melted into something devastated by intense pleasure. The sounds he could make -was making- they could potentially finish him then and there.
As for how he felt… Like flexible steel wrapped in silk. Scorchingly hot, so very tight, and his, his, his.
He would be sure to leave marks where they were visible, if he hadn’t already. He wanted any of the living who saw him to know. He used his free thumb to tilt Leon’s face to the side: Yes. His neck was indeed blossoming with myriad bites and bruises.
Having his body spread open submissively for him, accommodating his length so beautifully, so perfectly fit for purpose… Who else had the ability to tame this man? Who had ever achieved this level of obedience from him, reduced him to a state where he responded to every precise touch?
He knew he was the first, and would ensure he was the last. If Leon himself ever dared to forget it, he would remind him as many times as was necessary. He had tamed him without Las Plagas, unlike those unworthy wretches from decades ago.
The thought made him frown, his thrusts subconsciously gaining speed. While the scientist in him was fascinated by that particular part of Leon’s past, it incensed him to imagine someone else having him in subservience. His blood burned in his veins, feeding his lust.
He became conscious of Leon’s blue eyes, eyes he loved to peer into, and met the gaze readily. There was so much going on in there, now that his guard was well and truly down. He was wide open.
Predictably, the man could only handle the intensity of Victor’s stare for so long, and looked away again. His moans were so weak and husky. Adorable.
His hand found its way into Leon’s hair again, unable to get enough of the silkiness. The way it fell between his fingers, the sandy hue ran through with the odd silver strand.
Some might say that age and endurance had taken their toll on him – Gideon felt that they enhanced him, evolved him even, into a resilient and battle-hardened veteran, his timeless good looks as much a part of his arsenal as anything else. His very aura, whatever it was that made him Leon, only burned brighter with time.
And now he was deep inside him, wringing him completely dry, sapping his last modicum of energy and absorbing every single second of this undying pleasure.
And what a result. The man couldn’t even speak. His body was still trembling from the aftermath of being so thoroughly debauched, his kiss-swollen lips parted and emitting the softest, overstimulated ‘mms’ and ‘ohs’. His hands curled and uncurled in Victor’s vice-like grip. His body writhed with the strength of a tranquilised animal.
He was ruined.
Such a perfect outcome. It made him lengthen his thrusts, pushing deep into Leon and briefly holding it there – pinning him with his hand, his eyes and his hips, leaving him nowhere to move except against his own larger body which eclipsed Leon’s so sweetly.
Gideon’s fingers tightened a fraction in his prey’s tresses, tilting his face up so he could feast on his lips. He licked, sucked and bit on them, feeling them swell further from his ministrations.
His taste was simply addictive, without definitive description, and somehow encapsulated him.
The defeated noises coming from him now made his balls tighten, and he continued to plunder both his mouth and body, the man’s dizzying warmth steadily leading him closer to emptying them fully inside of him.
This luscious body was just begging to be taken, always had done. So effortlessly, just by existing, all made infinitely more appealing by belonging to the iconic Leon S. Kennedy, a persistent bane to Umbrella over time.
But where did all that infamy get the pretty boy, in the end?
Right here, under him – full of the seed of his enemy. His nemesis.
The doctor pressed him even further into the bed as he expelled into him, gripping his wrists and throat tightly as he seized up all over from the force of it. He groaned into Leon’s mouth, deep from his core. He lost himself in his scent, his taste and the rippling heat still reflexively squeezing him from inside.
He finally released Leon’s wrists so he could stroke both hands over the man’s weary body, silently praising him for being such a good subject. He took everything he was given with a compliance that Victor hadn’t truly anticipated, and which was most becoming of him.
He should have known to expect anything when it came to Leon. He cocked his head to the side and gazed down at his conquest.
His Leon.
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Leon’s POV
He felt like his brain had completely shut down. Blissed out. Numb to everything except the rhythmic motions of Victor inside him.
The man eventually slowed to a complete stop, his insatiable monster cock finally soft enough to slip out of him.
Leon’s groan was incredibly rough even to his own ears.
Evidently satisfied at last, Gideon lifted his weight from Leon and stood, turning his back to presumably tidy himself up.
The bedding was a mess with lube and so much fucking come, the patch of fabric under Leon’s hips being particularly soaked. Once he got his breathing back under some kind of control, he shifted so that he was lying on his side to avoid the worst of it.
The air in the room was heady with the unmistakable smell of sex.
“...You still haven’t told me what you drugged me with,” Leon pointed out tiredly in the sudden quiet. He frowned, keen to remind the doctor that it hadn’t slipped his mind.
“Hmm?” Gideon turned to look at him, buckling his belt back up. He was all smiles. “Oh. Normal saline.”
Leon faltered. He felt his eye twitch. “What…?”
Victor chuckled, reaching into his coat and pulling something from it as he walked over to Leon and held out his large hand. There was a small, empty ampoule in his palm: 0.9% sodium chloride.
Leon squinted at the label in disbelief.
“Just a little experiment I wanted to try…” Gideon seemed to delight in the confusion that clearly presented itself on Leon’s face.
His mouth kept opening and closing, trying to find the words. “You tricked me.”
“Did I, though?” There was that inquisitive head tilt again.
Leon just shook his head, mortified.
“Oh, my sweet Leon,” Victor purred, sitting on the bed next to him and physically directing the agent’s face back up towards him. Overwhelmingly close, as usual. “Your response was perfect. So wonderfully receptive to my touch. And tell me,” his voice dropped to a whisper, “Did the pleasure not make you forget your pain?”
Leon knew he didn’t need to answer that. They both knew. His so-called ‘treatment’ carried out, true enough, even if it did give him a different kind of pain to contend with – God, his ass was going to hurt later. He glared at Victor. “You could have at least held back a bit, considering.”
“You’re unwell, Leon – I was holding back.” A smirk. “Quite a bit.”
Fuck.
This was humiliating. Where had his discipline gone, his training, if he wasn’t even under the influence of any drug? He had no excuse. He’d neglected everything in order to chase some kind of new thrill he didn’t even know he’d needed.
There had to be something Gideon did. Maybe not drugging, then, and probably not hypnosis, but perhaps there was something in his saliva, just something - anything.
Victor was smiling down at him self-indulgently, studying the inner turmoil that must surely be visible in his eyes. He slowly dragged his own shadowy eyes away and stood back up.
The rings dutifully went back on. His visor was still in the attic, but with the way his personality shifted, he might as well have been masked behind it again. His voice suddenly took on that clinical, authoritative tone that Leon had only heard once or twice.
“Much as I would love nothing more than to spend all my time buried inside you, your time is limited,” his gaze unerringly fell to the tarnished skin on Leon’s neck. “You are also a proven nuisance, interfering with my work.” He tilted his head down, levelling him with a steely look. It was very like the expression he was making in that photo from earlier: Austere.
He’d wondered where that duality had gone.
Leon sat up and met his eyes unflinchingly, his chest heaving from the deep, steadying breath he took. He almost snorted at Gideon’s accusatory tone, considering how long the man had chosen to spend on seducing and ultimately fucking him. “You know I won’t walk away.”
The stern line of Victor’s mouth twitched with the hint of a smile despite himself. “And I knew you’d say that. However, I’m only going to give you this one warning: If you try to stop me…” he leaned in close, looming over him, “I’ll deprive you of the ability to walk away.”
Leon was busy processing what exactly he meant by that, when the large man snaked a hand into his hair and brought him even closer. “I’m serious,” he hissed, the points of his forked tongue flicking out again. He looked annoyed. “I’ll strap you to a bed next time, you fool, and you’ll wish you’d heeded my advice.”
Leon held the venomous challenge in his gaze. “Mm. I bet you’d just hate that.” He couldn’t quite stop the tiny smile that came from poking the proverbial bear yet again.
Gideon glowered at him for the longest time, in a way that promised repercussions. His eyes dropped to his lips, narrowing to obsidian slits before boring into his eyes again. He shook him a little, then used the grip on his hair to pull him in for an aggressively dominant kiss, only breaking it when Leon began to struggle for breath. He bit at his already sore neck, buried his face in it. “As much as I hate you.” It was said so quietly into the crook, not meant to be heard.
Leon inhaled to answer anyway.
Just like that, Gideon was gone as abruptly as the wind. Not another word said, just out the door without looking back, as if doing so would provide further temptation that he could ill-afford. He didn’t slam it this time.
Leon let out the breath he’d been holding, taking a moment to fully absorb this recent turn of events.
The things he’d just done. Fuck. It was like he had been possessed.
Reality attempted to slap him in the face by reminding him who he had just slept with, and he ran a shaky hand through his hair. He slept with his target. He slept with a mutant fucking doctor with ties to Umbrella, and the director of this madhouse. He slept with a man who had ghoulish eyes, a forked tongue and the most adept techniques in bed, a touch that made him weak and a voice that made him spread his legs like it was his purpose in life… He slept with Victor Gideon.
Crazy… Maybe he was the batshit one, but it was undeniably the best sex he’d ever had. It would definitely be getting omitted from his report. He was aching absolutely everywhere now that the adrenaline was wearing off. What was he even thinking?
Well, it was done now, and at least he could rest in the knowledge that he’d likely bought Grace a generous bit of time with all that, wherever she was. As for himself, he still had a job to do – one which would undoubtedly put him in Dr Gideon’s way once more. Hopefully, he had some time to recover before the possibility of another onslaught of frenzied sex, powered by an inhuman amount of stamina.
Like he was ever that lucky. He went looking for his shirt.