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The weight of stale, humid air pressed down on Leon's shoulders, clung to his bare skin like a piece of wet film. His eyes cracked open, and the gears of his mind creaked against each other as he tried to decipher the white walls and black trim before him. Rhodes Hill, right. But where in that sprawling building had he ended up? A laboratory? He lifted his head a little, and gravity immediately pulled him back down. An IV pole stood beside the examination chair he reclined in, and an amber fluid dripped down the tube and into his upper arm, warmed his veins as it traveled lazily through his system. A sedative.
Leon managed a look down at himself. He was completely naked, aside from a blue towel covering his hips. Was this how everything was going to end? Being dissected or experimented on? Ironic. He barely had the mental capacity to form a plan, any ideas growing fluffy wings and fluttering away before he could take hold of them. His captors had forgotten to restrain him to the chair, but the act of lifting his arms to remove the IV or just shifting his weight was a Herculean task. He breathed out a frustrated sigh on his final attempt to stand and let his eyes slip shut, just for a moment.
He was distantly aware that the burning pain that spread across the blackened patches of his skin was, for the first time in weeks, completely dulled. Medication was a liability in the field; he needed his head clear. Not to mention the potential of addiction, given his past with alcoholism. He could soldier through it—but he had to admit the numbness was nice for a change.
A door opened. Leon kept his eyes closed as heavy, booted footsteps made their way around the room. They stopped in one corner, fiddled with something on a table, then approached the chair. Leon peeled his eyes open finally, and Victor Gideon stood towering over him. He smiled down at Leon, his forked tongue darting out to swipe his bottom lip.
Memories from before Leon fell unconscious came back to him in flashes. The outbreak in Elbridge. The missing police officer. Grace, who now held his Requiem. She wasn't equipped for this; he needed to find her.
Victor placed his hand on Leon's chest. His palm was warm, slightly damp with sweat. He ran the tips of his fingers up and up until they ghosted across Leon's collarbone, tickled at the base of his throat. A silent threat.
Leon kept his gaze trained on Victor's face. Without the visor, he could finally see those inhuman eyes. A smartass quip danced on the tip of his tongue, but for once, he knew he ought to shut up.
"Such a beautiful specimen you are," Victor said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You must be very proud of yourself."
Leon glared at him.
"I believe 'thank you' is the appropriate response."
Leon huffed. What did Victor want from him? He should be looking for Grace, not giving out massages.
"A stubborn one," Victor laughed. "I imagine your disease has made you irritable, given the constant pain and knowledge of its inevitable end. I completely understand; I wouldn't be very happy either."
Victor moved his hands to Leon's shoulders, squeezing the muscles before letting go, then repeating the process. Leon sighed involuntarily before clenching his jaw.
"No, no, that was right," Victor murmured, clicking his tongue. "That was good. Very good."
"Get your grimy mitts off of me," Leon slurred.
Victor stood back, looking down at him with a frown. He circled behind him, and just as Leon thought he was obeying, he approached the IV pole. His broad back blocked Leon's view as he messed around with the bag. Leon opened his mouth to ask what was he doing when any leftover tension in his muscles went slack like a tire going flat. His eyes fluttered shut, and he fought to keep them open and on his captor.
"There we go," Victor said. "It's best to start low with these things and gauge adjustments to treatments according to each patient's individual needs. You should feel much better now."
Trapped in his own body, more like it.
"Shhhhh," Victor hissed. He pressed his fingertips down on Leon's eyelids, and they closed easily. "That's better, isn't it?"
Leon groaned as Victor's hands returned to his body, massaging circles across his chest and down his abdomen. The heels of his palms just barely passed his V-line before skating back up. His fingers brushed the sides of Leon's neck, rubbing upward before scratching lightly behind Leon's ears. He bit the inside of his lip, warm tingles blossoming across his skin and reaching up into his scalp. Leon tried to piece together the tangled webs of his thoughts—then gave up. He felt nice. This was nice. He could relax a little, let off some steam.
Warm breaths fanned across his neck. Leon let his head loll to the side, too far gone to be bothered by the proximity or the odor. He sucked in a breath as Victor traced his tongue up his throat, then kissed him right under his ear. A moan escaped him unbidden, and Victor hummed in approval. He ran his fingers through Leon's scalp before sliding his hands down, down, down to his hips. His firm palms kneaded into the muscle there, then moved to his thighs.
Leon's head tilted back. Warm settled lazily in the pit of his stomach as Victor's fingers found his inner thighs. "What are you doing?" he asked, his words barely understandable. He fought to open his eyes.
"This is your treatment, Mr. Kennedy," Victor replied. "You'll feel better in no time."
Victor pulled the towel from his hips, and the cool air of the room chilled Leon's exposed cock. Leon winced; Victor shushed him.
Victor moved over to a table beside the chair. He pulled on a pair of gloves and turned back to Leon with a bottle of clear fluid in one hand and a bumpy metal rod with a looped end in the other. He squeezed some of the liquid onto the tips of his fingers and coated the rod with it, then set the bottle back on the table. "I would tell you to relax, but you're there already," he said. His voice lowered to a whisper. "This won't hurt."
Leon watched numbly as Victor pumped his cock a few times, wetting it with the leftover lube. He placed the rod at his tip and poked him with it. "See? Not sharp at all."
Leon sucked in a breath as the rod sank down into him. The sensation was strange, the texture of the rod rubbing against his sensitive urethra, nerve endings he'd never had stimulated before coming alight with unfamiliar pleasure. Not unpleasant. Leon bit the inside of his cheek as the looped end bumped against his tip, the rod fully seated inside of him. His hips wiggled of their accord.
Victor chuckled lowly. "That's it. See, I told you it wasn't so bad."
Leon gasped as Victor gingerly pulled the rod back out, then pushed it back in. The end nudged him deep inside, and he let out a strangled moan. Every ounce of blood in his body seemed to surge toward his dick, leaving him lightheaded and breathless. Victor continued fucking him with the rod. His gold teeth glinted in the light in a pleased smile. Leon's eyes rolled in their sockets; his cock twitched with every press inside him.
Victor's other hand moved between his thighs to massage deep circles in his perineum. "There we go. So beautiful, Mr. Kennedy."
Leon panted, the dual stimulation of his prostate sending hot goosebumps across his skin. He tried to form words, but they stumbled from his mouth incoherently.
Victor paused. "What is it?" he asked with a teasing lilt in his voice.
Leon whimpered, his release right there and dangling just out of reach. "Please…"
Victor laughed softly. "Just an animal at the end of the day, are we?"
Leon clenched his jaw. He should have felt embarrassed, definitely ashamed of himself. But fuck, he was so close. He nodded.
His thighs shook as Victor pulled the rod out and slid it back in tantalizingly slow. "What would you do if I just left you here, wanting, needy? Would you play nice, or would you become aggressive again?"
Leon breathed hard through his nose, his balls tightening and pressure building in the base of his cock.
"What do you sound like when you beg, Leon?"
"Victor, please," he whimpered. "Please, fuck, please…"
"Beg like you need it."
Leon swallowed hard, both saliva and his pride. "Please, I need it, Victor. I'm so close, please."
A grin spread across Victor's face. He stroked Leon's cock in time with the rod, and Leon came behind clenched teeth. He winced and whined as Victor pulled out the rod, his cum spraying up onto his own chest.
Leon fell still, basking in the afterglow of the hardest orgasm of his life. His eyes fluttered; every inch of his body buzzed with bone-deep bliss. He watched silently as Victor gathered the cum on his skin, sealed it away in labeled bags.
Victor's bare hand then carded through his fringe. "Just rest, Leon. I'll find a friend to keep you company, don't you worry."
Leon leaned into the touch, fighting a losing battle to keep his eyes open. Before succumbing to sleep, he was distantly aware of a warm blanket being tucked under his chin and a finger brushing his lip.