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Harsh fluorescent lighting seared sharply through Leon's closed eyelids, dragging him forcefully back into consciousness. Sluggishly, he raised his head, blinking his eyes open in the sudden cold white brightness and shaking away the fog in his mind as his vision adjusted to his new surroundings.
Dr Vincent Gideon stood siloughetted before the bright floodlight, his towering frame seeming even more imposing than it had when they had last interacted, and it took Leon a few groggy moments to piece together that it was because he was seeing him from a new perspective. His wrists and ankles were bound in what he soon realised were padded medical cuffs, restraining him tightly to wide, hard backed chair in the middle of a dusty, cobweb ridden room. His weapons had all been removed.
"Why are you here?"
Leon ignored this question. Frankly, he couldn't be bothered to engage in the usual back and forth he has to sit through in these situations when his back was already hurting this early into the incursion. 'Could have tied me to a nicer chair at least' he thinks wryly, as he shuffles himself into a slightly more upright position. He was getting too old for shit like this.
He takes the spare moment he's gained from ignoring Giddeon to do a preliminary appraisal of his surroundings. The lack of windows, bare decor, and slanting roof are clear giveaways that he's in an attic, most likely of the same care centre he arrived in earlier. Eyes sweeping methodically around the room, he notices the first thing that makes his heart sink. A wheeled metal table with medical instruments laid upon it, which in his experience is usually a bad sign.
"Is it for me?"
The second thing he notices is Grace.
"Or for her?"
She was bound to an identical chair to his left, though with thick rope rather than cuffs. Giddeon had likely assessed that she required less thorough restraints than Leon did. Grace was staring dead ahead with wide eyes, small shaking breaths coming from between her parted cracked lips. Her head jerked slightly to her right, the corners of her frantic eyes connecting with Leon's own. She clearly had no clue how to act in a hostage situation but was trying deperatly to keep herself calm, and Leon wondered briefly how she had even been assigned to a field case like this in the first place. Leon however, was very well versed in this particular brand of bullshit, and hoped that his own measured reaction would put Grace at ease.
Leon's attention was drawn forwards once more, as Giddeon bent slowly towards him.
"We can talk".
'Do we have to?' was the thought that immediately crossed Leon's mind. He had a pounding headache somewhere behind his right eye, which he assumed was no thanks to the lack of oxygen he'd experienced after being violently choked unconscious god knew how many hours ago. The feeling of an ice pick being jabbed through his eyelid had shortened his tolerance of this encounter to basically nothing. His laboured breathing and sore thoat were also a solid indication that his neck was bruisied where crushing fingers had encircled it earlier. Giddeon turned and headed towards the medical tray behind him and picked up a gleaming scalpel, before rotating slowly back to gaze at Leon from behind his goggles.
"Right. Or we can begin your treatment".
"The silent treatment, I hope".
He couldn't help it, it was like a reflex at this point. Despite how disinterested he was in the whole encounter, Leon was still conscious of Grace's terrified, stuttering breathing just beyond his line of sight, and guiltily questioned how long she had been alone and afraid with Giddeon while he was unconscious. As unimpressed as Giddeon seemed by his quip, at least engaging him kept his attention off of Grace.
"You're an investigator, right?" Giddeon questioned in his low, whispering voice, raising the scapel to point it towards Leon. "Well, investigate".
Giddeons footprints landed heavily as he snaked around the side of Leon's chair, passing by a whimpering Grace, who seemed to be desperately trying not to draw any attention to herself.
"What do you wanna know?" The scarred doctor had to compensate for his ridiculous height as he leant backwards to keep within Leon's peripherals.
"Is this where I conduct my research? Yes..." He almost breathed the last word out in a soft, whispering tone. As he spoke, his massive, mottled hand raised to the side of Leon's face. He stared determinantly straight ahead as Giddeons fingers brushed delicately along the sides of his soft, greying brown hair.
Leon wasn't stupid, his heart squeezed slightly with this motion as the possible outcomes that this small touch suggested began racing through his mind, but he kept his body still and his expression unphased. If there was anything he knew about freaks like this, it was that the struggle was what made them interested. He pushed aside the concerning thought that Grace might not have learnt this lesson yet.
Doctor Giddeon continued to walk slowly around behind him, revealing Grace once again. She was now taking deep, measured breaths, as though to sooth herself through her anxiety. Leon's attention was diverted back to the doctor as he reached his other side, and gently crept his large fingers down the side of his neck to the collar of his shirt. A twisting feeling manifested in Leon's stomach as Giddeon began slowly circling the evidence of his illness, the small, stroking motions only reinforcing Leon's concerns of where this 'interrogation' seemed to be heading. The old researcher bent himself down agonisingly slowly to put himself level with Leon eyeline.
"Are the answers to your disease here? Yes..."
A rancid wave of hot, sour breath wafted across Leon's face as Giddeon spoke, so repulsive that it caused him to snap his head sharply away in an almost involuntary movement.
"You know, I do have a question. When was the last time you brushed your teeth?"
The doctor was not impressed by this particular comment.
Straightening curtly, he took three massive strides towards where Grace was bound. This finally got Leon to actually care about this encounter, and he strained against his restraints as he watched Grace's already staggered breathing pick up into rapid gasps.
"Miss Ashcroft was just keeping me company before you joined us. Unfortunately, she isn't anywhere near as interesting as I assumed she would be, considering her importance. Still, she passed the time..."
Giddeon patted the side of her face idly as he spoke, and Grace gritted her teeth in response. While she was clearly out of her depth in this situation, Leon could tell that she wasnt someone who was going to be broken easily.
"We had a rather disappointing chat regarding yourself Mr Kennedy. While Grace herself is of great importance to my Masters research, you don't appear to be of any significance at all, indeed, she claims to have no idea who you are. Why exactly are you here? To save her?"
"I already told you, he has nothing to do with me! S-so, just let him go, t-t-theres no reason to keep him here!"
Grace had only known him for 3 minutes tops, and was already doing her best to protect him. He quickly attempted to divert Giddeons attention back onto himself.
"Why don't we skip the monologue and get straight to the part where I kick your ass?" Leon said loudly, knowing as he said it that there was no chance of him getting out of his restraints without help. Still, he achieved the desire desired affect of getting Victor to move back towards him and away from Grace.
"You...are an ignorant fool."
A gigantuan arm extended towards him and dragged the scapel slowly along the side of Leon's neck, skin slicing neatly open as blood began to trickle down towards his collar bone. Leon shifted slightly in discomfort, but the pain of the cut was nothing compared to what he had experienced in the past, so the wound didn't elicit much reaction from him.
That was, until Giddeon leant down and licked at the oozing cut.
A jolt of disgust ran through Leon's body as he felt the hot, wet tongue slide over the wound, the appendage catching at the parting in his skin. He tried to jerk his head away reflectively, but a massive hand tangled sharply in his long hair and dragged him back upright in his chair. Giddeon groaned softly against his skin, the noise sending light vibrations up through his neck. Leon deliberately avoided looking towards Grace.
Giddeon stood back up and walked away, leaving Leon's heartbeat pounding in his ears. The respite didn't last long however, as Giddeon returned within seconds, dragging a large stool with him and situating himself on Leon's right side so that he no longer had to stoop to access Leon's exposed neck.
Leon tried to keep his breathing even and his face neutral as Victor yanked his head back by his hair and began attacking his exposed neck with his tongue and teeth, but it was impossible. A hot, panicky feeling was bubbling up inside him as his breathing began to stagger and his heart pounded within his chest. He had dealt with a lot of shit in the almost 30 years since his nightmares first began, but he had managed to avoid this particular type of horror until now.
The doctor sucked, nipped, and bit along the side of his neck, occasionally stopping to lap at the incision he has made along the way. Leon felt the bruising bites beginning to form, from the base of his collar up to where the underside of his neck met his jawline. He kept staring blankly forward, hoping that his lack of external reaction would bore Gideon, while his insides churned at the grotesque noises the doctor made as he sucked dark marks across his neck. Victor's groans suddenly grew in intensity, and turning his eyes towards him as far as he could, Leon felt his blood run cold as he noticed the doctor palming himself through his trousers.
"H-hey, what the f-fuck are you doing?! Get away from him! You hear me?! L-leave him the fuck alone!"
Grace's shaky but determined voice piped up from beside him, he tried to turn his head to reasaure her with his own uncertain eyes, but the hand grasping his hair prevented him from doing so. Internally, he begged for her to shut up, for her own good.
"Did you hear me?! LET HIM GO!"
Grace sounded almost hysterical. It was grounding in a way, to know that this complete stranger cared about his wellbeing.
Victor was clearly getting tired of her interruptions, he stood suddenly and stalked towards her. She screamed as he grasped her face in iron grip before forcing a rag from a nearby table into her mouth, silencing her complaints. Tears ran down her cheeks as she gagged, shaking her head to try to dislodge the instrusion. Gideon ignored her completely as he moved back to Leon side, before reaching down towards his own belt.
Leon's pupils blew wide at this sight, and the barely controlled illusion of calm shattered. His breathing picked up rapidly as he strained against the cuffs, all thoughts he had of acting nonchalant to kill Giddeons interest immediately went out of the window.
"Dont you fucking dare!"
Gideon released himself from his trousers, stroking himself so close to Leon's face that he could smell the stale sweat on his skin. Leon tried once again to yank his head away but his scalp burned with the vice like grip the doctor had on it.
"I think it would be in your best interests not to resist Mr Kennedy. After all, what reason is there to keep you alive exactly? I would play along if I were you."
"I'll bite it off if it comes anywhere near me!" snarled Leon, shaking in a combination of fear and rage as Gideons cock was forced in front of his face.
"Well in that case, I shall simply dispose of you and make use of Miss Ashcroft instead..."
Leon almost laughed, even though he didn't find it funny. They always had to take the cheap shot, didn't they? He really needs to start thinking about a desk job. Breathing heavily through his nose and trying to calm himself down, he steels himself for what is about to happen. He might as well get it over with, disassociate completely throughout it, and then drown himself in whiskey later if he manages to make it out of this room alive. Sounds like a plan to him.
Closing his eyes, he nods jerkily, and relaxes his jaw, he has to do this for Grace. He's expecting this to be an absolutely awful experience. What he isn't expecting, is for Giddeon to suddenly yank his head towards his crotch and shove his leaking cock so far down Leon's throat that he forgets how to breathe entirely. His eyes fly back open and bulge out of his head as he chokes, then gags. He hears Grace's muffled yelling, almost drowned out by the rushing in his ears as black spots develop in his vision.
Pretty hard to disassociate when you are actively suffocating.
Victor holds him there for what feels like an eternity while he chokes, spit leaking down the sides of his mouth, and Leon is reminded that he is restrained as he instinctively tries to tug his hands upwards from behind his back to push this abomination away from him, straining his shoulders painfully in the process. Then he's gasping as Gideon pulls back away from him.
"That is what will happen if you misbehave. Now, let us begin properly. If you bite, it will be the last thing you ever do."
Leon is too busy trying to catch his breath to think of a clever comeback, and doesn't even get the chance to refuse before Giddeon is pushing his torn cock back into his mouth. Its slower this time, and Leon gets the chance to learn to breathe through his nose as the doctor inches his way forward. Leon gags again as it bumps against the back of his throat, his jaw aching as his eyes burn. He tries desperately not to be sick as Giddeon begins sliding slowly in and out, the smell of him unavoidable as Leon attempts desperately to pull in air through his nose. The drag along his tongue leaves a bitter, salty residue behind that makes him squeeze his eyes shut, irrationally hoping that it will somehow block out his other senses. The doctors deep moans and gasps mixing with the wet choking noises he is making create an obscene soundtrack that he is certain will be haunting his nightmares for years to come.
It feels like a lifetime. Every time he begins getting used to the situation, Gideon changes his pace, or pulls him close and holds him there while his throat spasms around him. Finally, the movements above him become sporadic, and the grunts change into something brutally animalistic, while Leon braces for the moment he had been dreading the most since this started. The hand in his hair turns painfully tight as the doctor buries himself to the root and cums hard down Leon's throat. His mind and body both reject it simultaneously as he suddenly lurches forwards with a violent retch that makes his eyes water, but the still swolen member in his mouth keeps him from throwing it back up. The hot liquid flows out from his lips around Giddeons cock and starts to spill down his chin as the doctor finally pulls out and releases him. Leon twists himself quickly to the side to be sick, but Victor slaps a huge hand over his mouth and pushes him back upright. Leon's stomach convulses painfully as he dry heaves repeatedly, but he takes deep breaths in through his nose, not wanting to find out the consequences of being sick.
He eventually manages to get the dry heaving under control, and the doctor finally releases his hand from where it was clamped over Leon's mouth. He gets a brief moment of respite before Gideon is trying to shove his cum covered fingers back into his mouth for him to lick clean. He's finally had enough and bites down hard.
The backhand that follows has him seeing stars. He feels his neck crick as his face snaps to the side, his ears ringing as a familiar metallic taste fills his mouth. He can finally see Grace again, and is grateful to see that she has twisted her body as far away from him as possible with her head bent down and to the left, her shoulders hunching up around her ears. She had clearly made every effort to not watch what had just happened, but her quiet sobs betrayed how upset she was at having to hear all it unfold.
"Perhaps I was too harsh in my previous assessment, it seems that you do have a purpose here after all" sneered Dr Gideon as he tucked himself back into his trousers. "Now, where would my manners be if I failed to return the favour?"
Leon ignored the newfound twinge of pain in his neck, turning his head quickly back towards the doctor upon hearing this question, just in time to see Giddeons hand come to rest on his crotch.
"No thanks bro, think I'm good" He deadpans. He's completely soft, so any attempt that Giddeon seems to be making to get him to participate in this situation isn't going to work. Giddeon rubs at him roughly through his trousers, before reaching his other hand down to undo his belt buckle and pull down his flies. Leon takes deep, steadying breaths, trying not to react as the doctor pulls his underwear down just enough to work him free, his limp dick now exposed. Giddeons massive hand engulfs him as it encircles his member and tried to tug some life into it. An unwanted feeling of embarrassment washes over him during this, which he tells himself is due to being exposed in front of Grace, and definitely nothing to do with the fact that he was getting on in years and had been struggling recently to get it up even in situations he that was attracted to. Thankfully his little performance issue seemed to be doing him a favour, as after a few minutes of harsh pulling and squeezing, Victor stood back upright looking frustrated.
"I must say, I am rather disappointed Mr Kennedy. I am not a selfish man, you see."
Leon almost snorted at this, but thought better of it. At least Gideon seemed to have given up on him.
"Still, if I cannot return the favour, perhaps Miss Ashcroft can."
Victor moved abruptly around the front of his chair towards Grace, who renewed her muffled shouting as he approached. Leon too began to yell, though his voice rasped from the earlier abuse.
"Dont you fucking touch her! Keep your hands off her or I swear I will make you regret it!"
Gideon ignored him entirely as he ripped the makeshift gag out of Grace's mouth so hard that it dragged her entire head forward with the force of it. She sputtered, trying to catch her breath as Giddeon knelt down before her and began unlacing her boots, before slipping them off her feet along with her socks.
"G-get the hell away from me! What are you doing?!" Grace shouted, as Giddeon raised his hands to the rope around her ankles. He made quick work of the elaborate knots, revealing red rope burns as he released one of her legs. Grace immediately raised it and kicked Gideon hard in the face with the heel of her bare foot, but she might as well have thrown a pillow at him for all the reaction she ilicited. Leon meanwhile was fumbling desperately behind his back, trying to curl his fingers up to the buckles of the restraints so that he could free himself and help Grace, but it was futile. He tried to get Gideons attention back onto himself but the doctors interest was now focused entirely upon the young FBI analyst. He freed her other leg, and then reached up to the buttons of her jeans. A jagged, choked sound came from Grace as she tried to shy away from the large hands, knowing that there was no way to resist. Gideon undid the fastenings before hooking his fingers around her waistband and the top of her underwear, and started to yank them down her legs, leaving the lower half of her body entirely exposed. She squeezed her thighs together instinctively, renewed sobs shaking her small frame as Giddeon threw her clothes aside before standing once again and towering over her.
"I can try again!" Leon said in a final, desperate attempt to protect Grace, "Just leave her alone and I'll play along!"
"Oh, I'm sure you will" smirked the doctor, before quickly undoing the remaining ropes binding Grace to the chair. Giddeon grabbed Grace harshly by the upper arm, dragged her out of her chair towards Leon, and pushed her into his lap. They both balked. Grace braced her hands quickly against Leon's broad shoulders as Giddeon forced her against him, her bent legs having nowhere to go except either side of his hips as she was made to straddle him. Leon tried to surge backwards as he felt Grace's dry exposed privates press against his own softened genitals, but the back of the chair prevented him from putting any space between them. They both started yelling at once, a deafening overlap of "No"s and "Dont"s clashing in the stale air of the dusty attic.
"SHUT UP" shouted Giddeon, shoving Grace down into Leon's lap leaving them both gasping frantically in panic as they tried desperately to move apart from one another.
"Listen to me now and listen carefully! I have no use for you Mr Kennedy, so it would be within your own best interests to keep me entertained so that I don't blow the brains out of that pretty little head of yours. I need Miss Ashcroft alive, but that doesn't mean she has to remain unharmed. So, I will make you both a deal. Either you fuck eachother now, or I will kill Mr Kennedy and make use of Grace myself".
He released the pressure from Grace's back as he snarled his demands, leaving her enough space to move upright away from Leon's chest and allowing the two of them to lock eyes properly for the first time since this nightmare began. Grace looked terrified, but Leon had learned enough about Grace's character tonight to know that she was more worried about his life than she was about losing her own dignity.
"I-I-I would rather it was y-you" She whispered, her whole body shaking as tears clinged to her eyelashes. Leon couldn't say he blamed her, his own jaw was still aching violently from the attack on his mouth, and he knew that Victor wouldn't hold back if he assaulted Grace, and his size would likely cause significant damage. Grace sniffed above him and wiped her running nose on the back of her forearm. "I don't want you to die" She croaked out at him. He stared up at her with agony marring his expression, and nodded.
Leon didn't know how much more guilt he was capable of carrying on his tired back, he had seen and done so many things he was ashamed of over the years, but this was something else. He didn't know if he could add being a rapist onto his long list of regrets. He knew, deep down, that this wouldn't make him a rapist, that he was just as much a victim in this situation as she was, but it was hard to tell himself that as a crying woman half his age was about to be forced into having sex with him. He shoved the swirling feelings of shame deep down to be dealt with later, and tried to look at the situation abstractly.
"OK, we'll do it... but at least let me prep her properly. It isn't fair to her, at least let me make sure she isn't in pain."
"Hm. So in order to facilitate you being a gentleman, I would have to release your hands from your restraints? I think not."
Leon clenched his teeth and tried to keep his temper under control. He took a long, shuddering breath and exhaled slowly in an attempt to keep calm in this situation.
"Fine. Then let her prep herself at the very least."
A moments hesitation. "Very well." Victor's hand shot forwards and circled tightly around Grace's right wrist, before dragging her hand up to Leon's face and shoving her fingers into his mouth. "Suck."
Leon shot a withering glare at the doctor, then averted his eyes from Grace's face as he started to wet her fingers with his tongue. Grace was a pretty girl, but her fingers were filthy from everything she had been through earlier and Leon started to feel nauseous again. Still, he did his best to coat her fingers with saliva before her hand was being pulled from his mouth and shoved down towards her privates. Graces whole body shook as she lifted her hips away from Leon's lap and snaked her hand beneath herself. Leon kept his eyes away, trying to give her at least some kind of privacy, but he couldn't ignore the small whimpers and repetitive movements of her right arm as she loosened herself.
"It seems as though you could do with some prepping yourself Mr Kennedy" Giddeon taunted, learning forwards to look down at Leon's lap. "Whats the matter old man, can't get it up?"
Unbidden, Leon felt his face and neck flush red with embarrassment as he took stock of himself and realised that he was indeed still completely flaccid. He hoped at least that this would indicate to Grace that he wasn't getting off on this situation, but he worried about what would happen if he couldn't get hard during this. His thoughts were answered as though he has voiced them out loud.
"My patience is running thin. I don't have the time to sit around and watch you desperately try to keep an erection. If you can't get it up, then you'll leave me no choice but to take care of Miss Ashcroft myself."
"Gee thanks, that really helps" Leon bites back annoyed, but internally he is starting to panic again. Victor reaches down once more and Leon braces himself for the unwanted touch, but he grabs Grace's hand again and pulls it from herself back up towards Leon's face. He can smell her now.
"Spit".
'Sorry', he thinks, as Grace's face cringes while he spits into her open palm, two of her fingers already wet. Giddeon guides her hand downwards and makes her close her first around Leon's limp dick. She doesn't move for a moment, so he meets her gaze and nods. It's small, but he appreciates that she wanted his permission, though its not like either of them really had a choice anyway. She squeezes her hand around him and starts moving her hand clumsily up and down, slightly too fast, her rhythm irregular. A new fear stirs up within him.
"Grace" he whispers, trying to keep Gideon out of the conversation. "Have you... Have you done this before?" He braces himself for another crushing blow to his psyche.
"Y-yes."
Oh thank god
T-t-twice"
Shit.
He still feels a rush of relief that he won't be responsible for taking her innocence away from her, but he can tell that she is inexperienced, which isn't going to help matters. He doesn't want to think about how this would impact her relationships in the future, if she even survives this situation. Pushing that depressing thought aside, he tried to focus on the movement of her hand on him, but Gideons impatient huffing isn't doing his nerves any favours.
"Times up" Gideon abruptly growled as he grabbed Grace's arms and started pulling her back off Leon's lap.
"No!" She screamed as Leon yelled out "Wait, wait Gideon please, give me one more chance! Please! Just give me five more minutes!"
The hulking form of the doctor stared at him, not even seeming to notice Grace's desperate thrashing in his his arms, her tiny frame making her look like a child next to the monster holding her in place.
"Five minutes."
Giddeon practically threw Grace back into his lap, Leon winced as her weight crashed back onto his genitals. Grace was crying again, and Leon was trying desperately to keep himself under control. He couldn't believe that after everything he's been though, all the things he's fought and survived, he might die here because he couldn't get a boner.
"Grace, look at me. Look at me. Good". He kept his as voice and low and steady as he could, Grace seemed to be on her way to a full blown panic attack and he couldn't let that happen now. "Breathe slowly with me, in through your nose and out through your mouth okay? In........out.......in.......out......." He guided her through it as slowly as he could afford to, keenly aware that he didn't have enough time to calm her down properly, but this would have to do. After about a minute, Grace had stopped hyperventilating, but will still taking in rapid uneven gasps of air as her whole body vibrated from adrenaline.
"We can do this OK, it's just you and me alright?" He glanced towards Giddeon hovering behind Grace, praying that he wouldn't talk and remind her that he was with them. "Spit in your hand and try again, go slowly and twist your hand as you move. Squeeze a little but not too hard" He couldn't believe he was running an introductory lecture to 'Handjob 101' right now. He briefly thanked whatever gods might exist that Sherry couldnt hear any of this. Grace started to move her hand again, but the slower pace meant the movement was much more even. He gave her a few more pointers until she adjusted her method to the way he liked it. He then took a few final steadying breaths, before he closed his eyes and rested his head against the back of the chair and tried to relax himself as much as possible.
It was very difficult to ignore the endless stream of anxious and guilty thoughts running through his head, but he did his best to focus on the raw sensations and clear his mind. With his eyes closed, he was just about able to pretend that Grace's shaking breaths were caused by excitement rather than fear. Not wanting to objectify her anymore than he had to in this situation, he cast his mind around to some of his more memorable late night encounters with Ada or Claire, and almost smiled before a painful emotion that he couldn't name squeezed his heart tightly. He was distracted suddenly by a small shaky laugh from above him. Opening his eyes, he realised that Grace had laughed out of relief, as he had finally started hardening under her soft hands. Leon laughed too, an almost hysterical noise bursting forth from between his shaking lips. His elation didn't last long however. He had been so focused on trying to get an erection that he had forgotten that it was just the first step in this ordeal.
Gideon clapped sarcastically, clearly considering this development to be the bare minumim.
"Time for the main event, my dear."
Giddeon grasped Grace's hips from behind and raised her up on her knees so that she was positioned above his member. Graces hands gripped his shoulders hard as the doctor lowered her down on to the tip and then let go, clearly wanting Grace to do the rest herself. She stilled for a moment, then gradually lowered herself down onto his cock inch by inch. They were both breathing hard through their noses, eyes pressed closed, an unspoken agreement between them to keep quiet. That was, until Gideon got bored with Grace's slow progress. He gripped her by the waist and yanked her down harshly, and she bit her lip so hard that it bled while trying to stiffe her pained cry. At the same time, Leon suddenly bucked up into her, completely against his will.
"Sorry, I'm sorry!" He felt disgusted and horrified at the lack of control he had over his own body. "I'm so sorry Grace I didn't mean to-"
"I-its okay " She squeaked, voice barely above a whisper. "I know you d-d-didnt mean to, I k-know you can't h-help it."
For the first time since he woke up in this room, Leon felt the stinging prick of tears starting to form, the twisting, hot shame and revulsion swirling in his stomach starting to overwhelm him. He curls his fingers up behind his back and digs his nails hard into the palms of his hands. He blinks his eyes rapidly trying to clear them, he needs to stay strong for Grace.
Doctor Gideon was still stood behind Grace with his hands on her hips. Slowly, he dragged her up, causing Leon to clench his jaw tight, trying desperately not to move, to chase Grace's warmth. Then he pushed her back down. Then dragged her up again. Then back down. It's was agonisingly slow. Leon felt himself start to sweat, and Grace bent her head forwards into the crook of his neck as though trying to hide her face. Leon felt her tears starting to wet his shirt. A loud slap reverberated around the room and Grace shot back upright with a yelp, Doctor Gideon had landed a harsh open handed slap across her backside.
"Dont think I'll be doing all the work for you. Now move."
Grace seemed to steel herself suddenly, and looked directly into Leon's red eyes. "T-the sooner we g-get this over with, t-the better." She readjusted her position on his lap, forcing a light grunt out of Leon as he tried to stop his hips from moving. Determinantly, she began moving herself up and down, but she was clearly still inexperienced. Leon let her try to get the hang of it while casting his eyes around the room, trying to see how they would get out of here once it was finally over. After a few minutes, he could tell that Grace was already getting tired, and her inconsistent rhythm was in danger of making him go soft again.
"Grace. Try uh, try sitting back down and rocking back and forwards, yknow, instead of going up and down?" He felt like a fucking idiot. Like a teenager again, messing around with a new girlfriend and trying to figure out how basic sex works. Grace sank back down looking embarrassed, and Leon once again had to do everything in his power not to push back up into her. Despite everything, it still felt very good, and he was struggling to hold himself still. Grace began rocking back and forwards on his lap.
He was starting to lose control now, the new motion dragging her soaked insides across him and he feels his pulse pick up as his hands strain against the cuffs, itching to grab onto her hips. He can't sit still anymore.
"Grace, is it alright if I move? You can tell me to stop if you want to."
He doesn't know why he feels the need to ask, its not like either of them agreed to be in this situation. But he has to ask. He has to. And he wants to give her a choice if he can, give her the option to draw a line and say no to something. She nods into his shoulder. As best he can pinned to a chair with his arms tied behind his back, Leon begins to rock back and forwards with her, and he hears her gasp quietly while electric shocks shoot down his own spine. He didn't even realise he'd been starting to go soft until he began hardening again, and a large part of his brain, overwhelmed and tired of everything that had happened so far, just said 'Fuck it'.
He unscrunched himself from the position he had gradually slipped down into and shifted back upright, and started to rock back and forwards into Grace much more quickly. She whimpered at this, her nails digging into his shoulders and her teeth catching in his dark blue shirt, trying to keep herself quiet. She quickened her own pace and began to match the rhythm he had set, breathing heavily into his neck and letting out quiet breathy moans. Leon turned his head towards her and buried his nose in her hair, ignoring the grime and sweat to focus on the light scent of cheap hotel shampoo. He breathed it in deeply, now struggling to hold back his own deep grunts and pants. A noise from the nearby corner momentarily caught his attention, and he opened his eyes to see Doctor Gidddeon stood to the side and masturbating at the sight of them. Leon closed his eyes and pretended to himself that he hadn't seen it.
They stayed like that, rocking into eachother and trying to keep their sounds to themselves. Grace had stopped crying a while ago and was currently biting down on her hand trying to soften her moans while Leon's breathing became progressively shallower as be pushed himself further into that wet warmth. He started to feel a familiar, hot, bubbling feeling grow, and knew that he would only last for a few more minutes.
"Grace, I'm starting to get close. When I tell you, pull back away from me okay?"
"And who said she could do that?"
They both jolted in surprise as Doctor Gideon spoke throatily from the corner of the room for the first time in over 10 minutes. They had been so focused on their situation that they had almost forgotten that he was there watching them. Almost.
"You'll keep going until you finish inside her" Gideon almost whispered, still fondling himself even though Grace and Leon had stopped moving entirely.
"Absolutely not." Leon said with finality, noticing as he said it that Grace's breathing had started picking up again. "That wasn't part of the deal."
"It was...implied."
"Like hell it was!"
Grace was starting to pant again. "Y-you can't... I-I don't want- I-I can't-"
Leon could tell that Grace was panicking about getting pregnant, but frankly that was the last concern on his mind. An unwanted pregnancy could be dealt with. An advanced T-Virus infection on the other hand...
Leon hadn't considered until right now that this could be a way of transmitting his infection to another person, he'd been pretty solitary after his symptoms started showing up. Could Grace get infected like this? He didn't want to find out, but one look at Gideons face told him there was no changing his mind. Grace didn't know about his infection yet, the black corruption on the side of his neck most likely being disguised by the dark bruising that Gideon had caused earlier. Feeling worse about himself than he had all night, Leon decided not to tell Grace about the infection. There was nothing they could do to stop this situation, so there was no point in getting Grace worked up even more than she already was. He would have to tell her later.
"Let's get this over with. We can deal with everything else after, I promise."
Grace wrapped her arms around his neck and hid her face in his shoulder once again, like it was her only safe place in the world, and nodded. Gradually, they picked up the same rhythm they'd had before. The interruption from Gideon had pulled Leon away from the edge, but within five minutes he was panting harshly again and jerking his hips upwards while Grace groaned into the side of his neck, sweat dripping down her collarbones as she ground down onto Leon desperately. The building tension in his groin reached its peak, and Leon only managed to say one word in warning;
"Grace"
He gave a low grunt and his whole body went rigid as he came hard inside her while she rocked him through it, his muscles tensing as the waves washed over him for the first time in ages. He felt boneless afterwards, practically flopping backwards against the chair as he gasped for air, and Grace collapsed forwards onto his chest. Idly he registered the sounds of Giddeon experiencing his own release nearby. For around 10 seconds Leon basked in the release, tension finally leaving his body.
Only for his eyes to fly open as the panic hit him like a truck. It was like someone had muted his emotions throughout most of the ordeal, and then cranked them back up to maximum as soon as it was over. A crashing wave of emotions smashed into him, a hot, gut wrenching combination of shame, disgust, anger, sadness, and fear all coalescing into one overwhelming storm. He went from pleasured gasps to borderline hyperventilating within the span of around 30 seconds, as hot tears finally flooded his eyes and started spilling down his cheeks. Vaguely he noticed that Grace was going through a similar experience, but he was so caught off guard by his own reaction that he didn't even have the presence of mind to try and comfort her.
He might have just killed this girl. He might have just raped and killed this innocent young woman who didn't even know why she was here. Somewhere, the rational part of his brain told him that he wasn't a rapist, and that there was no evidence that the T-Virus could be transmitted sexually, but Leon couldn't even begin to acknowledge those thoughts with the blistering panic currently flooding his mind. He felt tingling threads of anxiety shooting down his arms to the tips of his fingers, and as his heart continued pounding while struggled to draw in air, he genuinely thought that was about to have a heart attack.
An abrupt loss of heat was what snapped him back to reality as the bastard responsible for all this pulled Grace off of his lap and back towards her own chair. He shoved her roughly down and began tying the knots around her wrists and ankles again while she stared blankly forwards, looking like she had detached from reality.
"My thanks to you both, this turned out to a very interesting distraction. Frankly, I had intended to interrogate you Mr Kennedy, but admittedly I became a little, ah, sidetracked."
His repulsive, snake like tongue darted from between his gold teeth and licked over his cracked lips.
"Ah, what a shame. I have work to be getting on with. It seems that I shall have to keep you alive for a little while longer... Personally, I am rather looking forward to Round Two, aren't you?" He chuckled in a cruel, sadistic manner as he began to head towards the stairs leading back down to the care centre.
"Until later, then, Mr Kennedy. Miss Ashcroft" He added, as he mimed doffing a hat politely in her direction. And then he was gone.
It took Leon almost 10 minutes to pull himself back together after Gideon exited the room. He eventually managed to regain control of his breathing, which finally cleared his head and let him think rationally again. He bent his face to his shoulders and wiped his eyes and nose on his shirt, before turning towards Grace in an attempt to calm her down. What he saw almost sent him spiraling again. She had bent herself forwards in her chair, her teeth aggressively working at the knots of rope binding her right arm to the chair. It was clear that she had always known that she could free herself, but couldn't while Gideon was present. Leon felt another stab of shame. Here he was, crying his eyes out and feeling sorry for himself while a desk jocky half his age was about to be the one to free herself first and rescue him. He felt repulsive.
She'd clearly been working on the knots while he was having his breakdown, so within a minute of him noticing her she had freed her right arm, which she then used to untie the rest of her limbs. She pushed herself to her feet on unsteady, trembling legs, and stumbled to the back of his chair before finally freeing his arms. He winced as he moved them for the first time in hours, the stiffness affecting his entire back. He rolled his neck in time with his shoulders, flinching at the crick he'd forgotten about. While Grace bent to untie his legs, Leon moved his hands slowly back to his lap to tuck himself away, feeling somehow more indecent now than he had been when Grace was actually on top of him.
With his legs free, Leon pushed himself out of the chair. He was really starting to feel his age. His knees were killing him from running around the care centre earlier, and he struggled to keep his posture straight as he fought with the discomfort of being tied to a hard chair for hours. From experience, he knew that his neck and shoulders would take a week to stop feeling sore. And as for his mind...
He and Grace turned to look at eachother.
"Thanks. Are you alright?"
"Yeah. I'm alright. You?"
"Yeah..."
They avoided eye contact, neither of them knowing how to react now that they were alone again. Not knowing if they were wary or comforted by eachothers precense.
"I should g-get dressed..." Grace muttered, as Leon started scratching at his stubble, an itching sensation pulling at his attention.
"T-then we should figure out a way out of h-here. W-where do you think our-"
Leon suddenly pushed past her, heading to a bucket in the corner of the room, as he realised the itching in his beard was caused by the now dried cum that had dribbled down his chin after he had been forced to swallow it earlier. He felt a jolt in his knees as he dropped to the floor and heaved. His stomach cramped as he vomited over and over again. A small, warm hand pressed against the middle of his back, and rubbed gently up and down. His eyes watered again as he grappled with the storm brewing inside him, a crippling feeling of devastation making its way deep into his chest.
His insides felt like jelly, but he didn't have time for this. Spitting the sour taste from his mouth, he struggled back to his feet and turned around, almost being sick again when his eyes fell upon Grace's chair and noticed the sticky puddle of his own cum from where she had been sat. He forced his eyes away from it, and turned his back when he realised Grace was trying to get dressed.
He stared off into a dark corner of the attic, barely able to comprehend how he was taking this so badly. It's seemed like during the assault, Grace had been falling apart constantly, but was able to take control back now that Giddeon had left. The opposite had happened for Leon, holding it together for Grace while it happened and then crumbling the instant it was over. But really, he knew why he was reacting the way that he was.
He has always known that he was an attractive man, and had experienced his fair share of unwanted attention, particularly in his youth. But it had never gone further than the occasional suggestive comment or inappropriate light touching, and he'd never had a problem defending himself from the seedy creeps who felt entitled to his attention. But the reality was that he had never really, truly considered that anything like this could ever actually happen to him. He was a strong, capable guy even without the weapons to back him up, but in his prime he had become something akin to a one man army, a walking battalion, able to take on even the shortest of odds and come out alive. So to experience the complete and total loss control over his own mind and body due to nothing more than some standard issue cuffs and a scalpel had him reeling. He felt like a rookie again, all long eyelashes and smooth skin, naive to the ways of the world.
He felt embarrassed. Ashamed. Emasculated. He should have fought back harder, should have talked or bargained his way out of it, should have tried to get Grace to untie his hands while she was on top of him. Should have actually bothered trying to avoid finishing inside of her instead of just assuming there was no other choice. He feels like he's left a part of his soul tied to that chair. He knew from the moment Gideons tongue touched his neck that he was going to relapse, all he wanted was to crawl into the dark corner of a cheap hotel room and drink himself to death.
"I-im ready." Grace walks unsteadily to his side, holding out a handgun that was left atop the medical tray. He doesn't reach for it straight away, doesn't know if he'll be able to hold his the weapon steady with the way his hands are shaking.
"W-what should we do now?"
Leon stares at her, the determined furrow of her brow, the hard set of her grey eyes showing that she wants nothing more than to make this bastard pay for what he had made them do. He wants to make a dumb joke about hitting the bar to lighten the mood, but his mind is fuzzy and he doesn't have the energy.
"We need to find out what he's up to, whatever it is can't be good, he's linked to Umbrella". He pauses. He should tell her about his infection. He should take her to the hospital, make sure she gets some contraceptives, make sure she finds a professional to talk to. Make sure that she is alright.
"Let's go and find Doctor Gideon".