For Noel. Happy Birthday!

 

    There were dimmed sounds of ninth symphony by Beethoven playing.  He was remembering his father again.  It took him a few moments to place his memory of his childhood.  Back when his father would play the symphony on the phonograph as he wrote in his journal.  He would leaf through one of the books he'd pull off from his father's shelf, crinkling the pages loudly as he did so.
 
   Father....   

    Leon's eyes snapped open, suddenly jolted into complete consciousness.  As his awareness came, so did the sensation of being splayed open.  A distinct thickness occupied his open inside - flickering pain that ran up through his spine with the slightest movement.

   "Shit..." he breathed.  He glanced up at the statue he was seated on and bound against - the head of a goat with the broad body of a man stared down at him.  The chain that held his wrists was looped through the slightly closed hands of the statue.
   It was too high for him to untangle himself-- he would have to pull down the arms of structure.
  
   And he couldn't.  The burn that was slow and searing shot through him - terrible pain that he was vaguely familiar with.  He looked down and discovered that his pants had been torn away.  His jacket had been taken off and discarded in a pile to the side.  His t-shirt had been pushed up and gathered around his chest.  His ankles were spread apart, chained loosely to the feet of the statue.  After the pain subsided and the haze cleared from his mind, Leon realized that he had been set on the statue of a seated demon.  He was fully impaled to the stone phallus that jutted out at an angle from its groin. 

   "Fuck..." he said, feeling the first droplets of sweat trickle down from his temple to his chain. 

   He hurt. And for reasons not to his understanding, he had no strength to free himself.

   He tugged at the chains, pulling at it but never saw any sign of the stone arms give way.  He hated the way the face of the goat-demon stared down at him, mocking him.  He could almost hear its guttural laughter each time the length buried inside him rubbed against his already bruised insides every time he moved.

   Leon ceased his motions only after hearing a slight tap of someone's heels on the marble floor.  The steady pace told him it was human and it was someone who walked with the assurance that he belonged in this place.  He was walking confidently and leisurely, not at all in a hurry to see his prisoner.

   He leaned back, thinking for the first time about how he came to be in his position.  He could not recall.  At least, the last thing he remembered was being surrounded by virus-infected dogs that made a half-circle around him – growling, saliva dripping from their mouths.  He didn't have to check his ammo clip to know he didn't have enough to kill even one.  A voice said his name and before he could look to the speaker - something struck him hard at his temple.  He saw bright stars spreading over his vision as he fell forward - the dogs inched in so close that he could smell the decayed breaths of the dead beasts.  His last thought was a simple hope that he wouldn't regain consciousness while he was being devoured.

   The footsteps came closer, turning around the corner of the hall that led to the master suite.  Leon choked down a dry laugh that wanted to rise from his throat when he finally noticed where he was.  Shelves that reached the vaulted ceiling, filled end to end with books.  Furniture draped with white sheets centered the floor. 

   I'm being fucked by a statue of a devil in a goddamn library.

   He heard rustles of a linen suit when that someone entered the room.  A corner of Leon's mouth turned up slightly, instantly recognizing the familiar face of the man even before the light was clicked on in the room.

   "Comfortable?"

   "Figures this was your doing, perverted fucker."

   Wesker broke into a smile and made his way toward him.  The expensive leather shoes with thick heels clacked loudly as he walked.  Wesker wore black.  Black shirt. Black tie. Black pants.  Black jacket.  Black gloves.  And the pair of the usual black shades perched on the pale face.

   "Is that any way to greet your could-have-been supervisor?"

   Leon drew in a breath and held it.  He was not certain what he felt at that time.  He only knew Wesker by the words that described him from Chris.  And he only understood the true depth of Wesker's cruelties by the documented incidents he had read in the files he had found on the Raccoon City incident.  Somehow - seeing the man in the flesh finally made him comprehend the evil that had come to see him. 

   "Why didn't you -- "

   Wesker stood between Leon's spread legs.  His gloved hands ran lightly along the bare thighs until they rested on Leon's hips.  Leon shivered.

   "Let you feed the dogs?" Wesker finished for him.  "Would I do a horrible thing like that?"

   He leaned in to kiss Leon on his mouth, but instead his mouth brushed against Leon's cheek when he turned away.

   "I've been quite bored here," Wesker said, licking a trail from Leon's cheek down to his chin.  "Surrounded by dead things can only provide so much entertainment."

   "Get me off this goddamn thing."

   Wesker's hands moved back, until they were cupping Leon's ass, squeezing them.

   "You've not gotten off yet?"

   "Don't -"

   Leon let out a scream, not expecting the pain to be so horrendous, as Wesker lifted him up by a few inches and drove him back down on the carved cock.  The stone rubbed against his hurt insides, battering against it.

   "Or would you rather have a live cock inside your ass instead?"

   Wesker lifted him back up and slammed him back down again. Tears welled up in Leon's eyes, blurring his vision.

   "This can't hurt that much," Wesker said, dragging his teeth along Leon's throat and licked at the junction where the shoulder blades met at the shallow dip at the base of his neck.  The tainted blood in Wesker wanted to rip that white neck open - right there, and lap up the warm blood.  Perhaps a small bite to taste the flesh.  For now, he would settle for the smell of Leon's blood.  He could smell it through the thin layer of the skin.  "I'd think a good looking piece of ass like you would get fucked all the time."

    Leon's curse came out in a harsh scream, when Wesker moved him up and down over the thick stone.  He lifted Leon up as high as he could, pushing him back down as hard as he could. Over and over again until his insides were rubbed raw and bleeding.

    "You shouldn't have come here," Wesker said as he leaned down and tore the chain from Leon's ankles.  They broke easily.  The metal links separated and clattered to the tiled floor.  "I would have thought you are a lot smarter than this."

    Wesker broke off the chain that held Leon's wrists and the suddenly lack of support made him fall forward.  Wesker caught him and dropped him to the floor.  Leon lay on his belly, finding no strength to even turn over.  A polished leather dress shoe came into his vision and caressed his chin.  Leon waited for Wesker to kick him in his throat, but instead, the shoe moved down to his chest and nudged, rolling him onto his back.

    "Whoever gave you this job fucked you over."

    Wesker tugged his leather gloves off - carefully and methodically as he spoke.

    "What the hell do you know?" Leon rasped.

    An amused smile spread over Wesker's mouth.

    "I know everything."

    Wesker let the gloves drop on the floor and worked to unbutton his jacket.

    "Or are you here because you need to accomplish something personal?"

    Leon's heart sank.  Had he been so obvious...?

    "Ah yes, that must have been what made you so stupid," Wesker said as he shrugged off his coat.  He folded it in half in his arms and laid it on the floor.  "Runaway human emotions have always been the downfall of civilizations."

    "Shut up," Leon mumbled - pressing one hand over his eyes.  "Just shut the hell up."

    "If you are a good boy, maybe you’ll get to do what you came to do."

    "I don't want it..." the words spilled out of him.  It was a reflex reply.  He couldn't want anything from someone like Wesker.  Not even something that was worth more than his own life. 

    Wesker shook his head and tsk'ed. 

    "Oh, so little do you know about your own fate."  Wesker crouched down and brushed the stray blonde strands from Leon's eyes.

    Leon fought to keep his thighs together when Wesker's hands moved to pull them apart.  Absolute anger gave Leon a sudden burst of energy - he darted up and lunged at Wesker, scoring a punch that was easily absorbed.  Wesker caught the second fist that came toward him and twisted Leon's arm backwards until it nearly dislodged from its joint.  Wesker reminded himself that Leon would not heal the broken arm like he would.  Instead, he flung Leon onto his belly, wrenching his arm behind the small of his back. 

    "There might not be many chances for us to fuck," Wesker said and released the arm.  “I am a busy man.”

    Leon gasped for air.  His head was spinning and he was having a hard time breathing. 

    "What...the...hell are you...." Leon couldn't get the rest of the sentence out.  He felt he was on the verge of becoming unconscious again. 

    "What is the point of the fight?" Wesker said as he undid his belt and lowered the zipper on his pants.  "I will take what I want.  I always do."

    Leon's hands curled into fists and bit down on his lower lip as he felt Wesker push into him, the blood he had bled earlier made the penetration easier but considerably more painful.  He finally let out a scream, when the thickness that invaded him ripped into him, shoving in until the cock was fully seated inside him.

    "Yes...just like this," Wesker breathed heavily.  Moving only his hips, stirring his sheathed cock inside the wet warmth.

    It hurt badly.  It hurt like nothing he had known before.  There were long seconds when he could not even draw breath.  Before his eyes - he could only see spots of black and red.  The pain came in those colors, even as his body was rocked in at a brisk pace - as Wesker pistoned in and out of him in long, hard strokes.

    "Your agency would have been proud of you if they knew what you had to endure to complete this ridiculous assignment."

    Leon's mouth opened - but he didn't know what he wanted to say.  He could no longer find a voice to scream - the pain had already become something that was a part of him, embedded deep inside his body.  A fist wrapped around his still flaccid cock and pumped, but the pain had overwhelmed any other sensation.  After a few longer, harder pulls at his unresponsive cock, Wesker released it.  The hands moved upwards until they found his nipples -- the fingers were gentle at first, pulling and milking the small buds.  And then the pinching became harder, matching the pace of the cock being plunged in and out of him.

    "Please..."

    Leon hands curled into fists -- the pain that had spread through his body was so fierce that his body clenched.  He had tightened up so hard that Wesker had to stop, unable to slide through his cock through the rings of muscle.

    "I wish I could keep a pet here," Wesker said into his ear.  He grounded his cock where it was trapped, moving his hips in a slow circle.  Leon shuddered when the cock brushed over something that made him shudder with a quick shot of pleasure.  Muscle relaxed, Wesker changed his pace.  Slow and dawn out -- the anal muscles contracting around his cock, aching for it to fill it whenever he pulled out slowly then re-entered.  “But I’d end up investing time keeping you alive from these pests that liked to feed on fresh meat.”

    "Shut...up..."

    "Would have been nice to watch those diseased dogs fuck you," Wesker said, pressing his cock all the way in.  "Their cocks' considerably larger and longer than humans.  Wonder if you could scream louder than you are now."

    Leon heard the twinkle of the belt buckle but it didn't register until a thick line of fire burned across the small of his back.  He howled and tried to crawl away.  A grip around one of his ankles assured he couldn't.

    Another loud crack and another pain across his back.  Leon felt his body tighten reflexively from the sudden bout of pain, and then relaxed.  The stretched anal muscles that wrapped around Wesker's cock did the same -- impossibly tight and then a gradual ease.

    Leon screamed until his voice grew hoarse.  His back, along with the rest of his body -- became one pain.  When the whipping did stop and he vaguely felt a splash of heat being released inside him.  Intense pain followed, then the cum spilled inside him, stinging the wounds.  He collapsed - his cheek resting against the cold marble tile and shivered, as he felt Wesker pull out of him.  The hole that Wesker left felt wide and gaping.

    "You look good like this, Leon," Wesker said and reached into his pocket and pulled out a silk handkerchief.  Gingerly, he wiped the blood and cum from his half-hard cock with it before he tucked himself back in and did his pants.

    "Sorry that I couldn't hold out longer," He said as he dropped the stained handkerchief between Leon's thighs, already soaking in some of the blood and cum that had bled out and collected in a pool.  "Haven't fucked in a while."

    Wesker picked up his jacket, dusted it off before he put it back on.

    "Something might wonder by if you stay here for too long," Wesker said as he buttoned the coat.  " There are some creatures here that can smell blood buildings away."

    Wesker bent over, brushed aside some blonde locks from Leon's forehead and planted a kiss there.

    "Maybe we'll get to fuck again later if you are still alive in a couple of days."

    A growl from the pit of Leon's throat answered him.  Wesker laughed.  He rose and straightened his outfit before he left.  In the same comfortable pace that he had come.