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Love's Regrets

Part 3
By firewolf
December 2012

The five days of silence that followed nearly drove Chris mad. Chris wasn't ashamed to admit that he had become like a man possessed in chasing down every lead he ran across to recover the love he'd just discovered. Moreover, for all that Leon was supposed to have a tracking chip implant, the government couldn't find him either. This meant either he was hidden away in a deep underground facility or Wesker was surrounding him with an electromagnetic field strong enough to disrupt the tracker.

The silence... the not knowing what Wesker was doing to Leon or even why he'd taken him was wearing down on Chris. And in a twist of cruelty he'd awakened on that sixth day a prisoner of that mad man and securely tied to a chair in an unknown location.

It was the unfamiliar sharp, rhythmic rattle of chains with an accompanying wet smacking sound, which woke him. The last thing he remembered was stumbling to his car after yet another late night in the office chasing fruitless leads.

As he came slowly to his senses, softer noises soon became distinct... and recognisable as distressed mewls and grunts of pain mixed in with wet squishing sounds. His head had shot up then with his eyes wide open, momentarily blinding himself from the light of the room.

When his eyes cleared, Chris found himself looking through an observation window. And the first thing he noticed was the Licker... large and looming over a smaller figure strapped down by chains and leather upon a padded platform.

Leon... nude, his bruised and bleeding wrists chained overhead. Leather straps over his chest and stomach held him tight upon the platform. His legs bent at the knees and hanging from stirrups were pulled to either side of the platform allowing unobstructed access to the monster hovering over him; a monster which viciously sawed a long and richly veined purple cock in and out of Leon's ass while it plunged it's tongue with equal violence into the helpless man's mouth.

"This is an interesting development, wouldn't you say?" A familiar voice made Chris tear his shocked eyes away from the horror taking place in front of him to stare at the statuesque man standing beside his chair.

"Wesker... what the hell?!"

"I've been keeping half an eye on young Kennedy here. His brief brush with infection on the Starlight cruise ship... the most recent mission in South America..." Wesker volunteered with a Cheshire smile. "I observed a subtle reaction from the T-infected minions and wanted to check it out."

Nodding to the clearly distressed and squirming man under the enthusiastically humping monstrosity, Wesker smiled broadly at Chris. "Interesting, isn't it? I would not have thought they were capable nor had any interest in sex or breeding. I'd surmised Kennedy to be producing a very subtle pheromone which has caught their attention."

"You sick fuck!" Chris desperately struggled with the ropes tying him to the steel chair, which he realised was bolted to the floor. Despite his throwing all his weight and strength against the ropes, he couldn't even have the satisfaction of moving the chair. "Get him out of there, Wesker!"

The statuesque blond smiled at him. "Why ever for? I've found this particular beast to be the most entertaining of the ones we've had to play with to date."

With those words, Chris knew that the mad man must have paraded a steam of monsters in to rape his lover while he observed and recorded the ordeal. "I will kill you. I swear, Wesker! You're a walking dead man!"

The BSAA agent froze in the next instance as Wesker drew and pointed a magnum at his forehead. "If I was at all worried about your empty threats I'd pull the trigger."

He removed the gun and gestured towards the observation window. "Just sit back and enjoy...

"As entertaining as this is though, the changes in Kennedy's biochemistry which brought this about clearly isn't any advantage to duplicate or develop."

Even as they watched, the Licker made one last platform shaking thrust, then stilled over the trembling and sobbing man. It removed it's tongue from down it's victim's throat, while it leisurely pumped its hips to help it unload its release, and used it to gently- almost lovingly lick Leon's face and chest as if to try to sooth the softly sobbing man.

Chris would have breathed a sigh of relief for the end of his lover's ordeal if a second Licker hadn't reared up beside the platform to hiss at the one resting on top of Leon. Freed from the creature's tongue, Leon had turned his tear streaked face towards the observation window. His voice was hoarse and pleading, attesting to how broken he already was. "Wesker... stop. I've- I've already- entertained five. We- only did three- or four with- previous specimens.

"Please... you must- have recorded enough. Please...no more. Please..." Leon's words only confirmed Chris's fears of the torture he'd been subjected to during his disappearance.

"Humanoid Zombies paid no attention to him." Wesker volunteered almost casually while they watched the two Lickers hiss at each other over Leon's restrained body. "The zombie dogs were more responsive, as were the various Hunters and Tyrants, even the Nemesis T-type enjoyed Mr Kennedy with no thought of killing him."

"You bastard..."

Leon groaned, bringing Chris's attention back to him as the Licker posed above him drew out with a wet sucking slurp. When the other Licker quickly climbed on the platform to straddle him though, Leon started screaming at the observation window. "Wesker! I'm begging you! Stop thi-"

Leon's abruptly halted words and staring eyes told Chris that Wesker must have somehow changed the observation window from a mirrored surface for Leon to see through glass. There was no mistaking Leon's horrified expression and his mouthed whisper of Chris's name.

An understanding seemed to dawn upon Leon and he just turned away to calmly face the monster hovering above him; his next rapist which had finally positioned itself properly to slowly sink it's cook into his ass as if it was savouring it's long smooth entry into the cum slicked depths of its victim.

Chris started to cry as this Licker began fucking his lover. It was made doubly worse with Leon's silence. He obviously understood Wesker's intentions since he raised no further word of complaint. He knew the display was for Chris's benefit.

Still, for all his bravery, Leon could not control all of his involuntary gasps and mewls of pain and discomfort. His desperate attempts to keep silent made little difference to Chris though since Wesker had raised the volume of the speakers in the observation room to ensure Chris heard every bit of sound produced by the Licker's performance as it raped his lover with both cock and tongue.

That Licker wasn't the last to take its turn upon the beleaguered man. Every time one finished another would quickly appear to chivvy it off so that it could take its place. Leon finally slipped into merciful unconsciousness some four Lickers later. With that though, Wesker also ended the sequential rape to send away the nest of Lickers surrounding the platform.

"What are you doing with him now?" Chris asked immediately as he watched Wesker leave him to enter Leon's room.

"Ensuring he lives..." The man smiled at him quite benignly as he injected Leon with a green fluid before undoing his restraints.

"Wesker... leave him alone. Haven't you done enough?"

"For shame, Chris. I'm only cleaning him up to make him more comfortable."

Chris didn't know what else to say because Wesker seemed to be suiting words to deeds as he removed Leon from the cum inundated padded platform and moved him to a clean gurney where he gently wiped Leon down. He even placed Leon in a standard first aiders taught three-quarters prone recovery position.

As he watched, Wesker pushed the gurney right up to the observation window where Chris would be able to better see the many bruises, cuts and chafe marks of manacles and leather straps that had been used to bind and restrain the man. In addition, of course were many inhuman size and shaped bruises of the monsters, which had probably clutched and held Leon as they raped him. If the earlier ordeal hadn't already done so, this view of his lover broke his heart even further to see just how badly Leon had been abused.

"I really do commend you in your discovery, Chris." Wesker spoke to him through the barrier of the observation window as he began to stroke his black gloved hand over Leon's unconscious body.

A sudden understanding of what Wesker was about to do caused Chris to throw himself against the ropes binding him to the floor bolted chair once more. "God damn you, you bastard!"

"I've never had a more responsive lover." The man continued as he bent closer to lick and nibble along the curve of Leon's shoulder blade. Leon shivered and moaned involuntarily to his actions but didn't wake. And the further application of an apparently chemical infused cloth over his nose and mouth ensured he stayed unconscious.

"He really is much lovelier like this when there's no guilt or conscience to interfere with his responses." Wesker turned Leon's body back towards him slightly and raised his face so that he can kiss him.

It incensed Chris that Wesker would touch Leon gently and kiss him so sweetly in front of him. Not being able to witness this continued violation of his unconscious lover, Chris had turned away. But a pained whine escaping Leon's lips dragged his eyes back upon the scene.

"Watch us, Chris. If you look away, I will hurt him." Wesker warned him softly as he licked at the blood staining the vicious bite mark upon Leon's neck.

Chris gritted his teeth but he kept his eyes open and upon them. It was- it had about destroyed him to listen and watch as Wesker made Leon mewl and gasp with pleasure while he played his captive's limp body like a fine instrument.

At one point, Leon had awakened with his gasping orgasm. In that tiny instance, they had locked eyes and Chris thought he saw fear filled recognition in Leon's eyes. But Wesker quickly subdued him again with the chemical infused cloth over his nose and mouth. Chris sincerely hoped Leon didn't remember this incident... that his lover only thought it a nightmare of having Chris watch him being raped by Wesker.

It had to end eventually. Wesker practically basked in the afterglow of satisfying sex as he rested with Leon's legs intimately entwined with his and the smaller blond's head resting on his arm. "Beautiful. You do know how to pick them."

Chris didn't deign to respond to the statement of admiration. He was numbed now... completely drained of all his strength from having to first witness his new found love sequentially raped by a succession of Lickers, then having to watch his most hated enemy gently making love to the man's unconscious though still very responsive body.

Wesker sighed almost regretfully as he slid out from under Leon and gently laid his sweaty, passion and cum stained body back upon the gurney. He could not, however, resist stealing one last deep kiss from Leon's slack but kissed swollen lips.

"Beautiful..." He looked up at Chris through the glass. "I really am tempted to keep him."

It was Chris's opinion that the hate filled glare he directed at Wesker for that remark should have made him burst into flames. Wesker just smiled at him and stole one more chaste kiss from Leon before leaving him exposed and wantonly sprawled upon the gurney.

Wesker left them alone after that. Unfortunately, it wasn't the end of Leon's ordeal for it wasn't ten minutes later that a Licker came through the door Wesker had used to leave.

"No... Leon!" Chris called urgently, not knowing if Wesker had left on the two-way communication between the rooms- not knowing even if Wesker did that his cries of warning would reach Leon through his drugged slumber. "Leon! Wake up! Wake up! Please! Leon!"

It took the creature launching itself upon the gurney and almost landing half on Leon to stir him from his drugged sleep. His reaction though was instantaneous. Unfettered and unencumbered by chains or straps, Leon had fought back, but Chris knew the end to be a foregone conclusion.

With no weapons and with a body weakened by abuse and exhaustion, Leon had only succeeded in rocking back the determined Licker with his punches and kicks. In the next instance, the Licker had retaliated by swatting him off the gurney and both disappeared from Chris's sight.

It made Chris feel guilty to find relief in hearing Leon's scream and the pained sobbing that followed accompanied by the soft wet sucking sounds of rape; he was grateful that the noises weren't instead the familiar crunch of meat and bone, or the wet tearing of flesh he'd previously associated with encounters with Lickers. However, even the soft sobbing soon stopped, and all Chris could think was that Leon had succumbed to exhaustion and shock once more.

Fortunately, he didn't have to endure listening to Leon being raped for too very long. Leon's SS buddies and the BSAA finally arrived at the door to the lab. From their blood-splattered appearance, Chris guessed that they must have fought through a gauntlet of zombies and monsters Wesker had apparently freed and allowed to roam freely outside the lab.

The BSAA were momentarily shocked by the scene in the lab, but the SS men had immediately opened fire on the Licker, which by the sounds of it was too preoccupied to notice their arrival. Chris couldn't say that the SS men were unaffected as compared to the BSAA unit, their expressions were clearly murderous as they terminated the Licker with extreme prejudice. It made him wonder if any of these men had previously partnered or worked with Leon. They seemed a bit more emotionally affected than he'd ever seen of any government officer he'd ever come across.

The swarm of activity that followed was beyond Chris's ability to follow. He was aware that Jill had approached to cut him free and was talking to him though he couldn't recall her words There was a medic with a pen light shining it in his eyes and trying to get him to respond to them.

All his attention was on what little he could see happening in the lab. The SS men had carefully heaved the dead Licker to one side to free its victim from under it. He heard one of them yelling that Leon was still alive but cold with shock and blood loss and that his comrades needed to get the space blanket unpacked faster.

As soon as the last of the ropes holding him to the chair were cut, Chris was on his feet and rushing to the door between the observation room and the lab. But he was still too slow. The black vested SS men had already protectively wrapped Leon up in a space blanket and with the largest of them cradling Leon against his chest like a child, rushed out into the corridor.

Following them past scenes of carnage and the dead T-infected monsters, Chris only arrived at the helipad in time to watch the government men quickly load his lover into their chopper and take off. Chris couldn't help but think uncharitably that they'd only added insult to injury in not letting him be part of the party to take Leon off for medical treatment.

Storming into Benford's office immediately upon reaching DC only got Chris the man's promises that the government doctors were just ensuring Leon wasn't infected after his ordeal and that they'd keep him unconscious through the stressful rape kit evidence gathering and virus testing. It took another day of waiting before they'd finally let Chris into the high security ward.

When Chris looked upon Leon lying in his hospital bed, he couldn't help but think the man looked incredibly fragile and broken. The eyes which opened to meet his were shattered and dulled with drugs. The first thought that sprang to Chris's mind on seeing this was that this whole mess was his fault.

Whatever his reasons, Wesker was always obsessed with him. And it was very apparent to Chris now that Leon had suffered for it. Chris wondered then how long Wesker must have been watching and observing them. If he'd deliberately waited until they were comfortable and obviously committed before he acted.

"I'm sorry, Leon. It's my fault. This is all my fault. Wesker... he's always been obsessed with me and you- he hurt you because of me." Chris stroked his hand over Leon's hair. "I'm so sorry you got hurt."

"Chris..."

"I- you need-" It broke his heart, but Chris couldn't bear to expose Leon to anymore danger. "Leon, listen to me. You need to stay away from me. We can't have Wesker hurt you again because of me."

"Chris? What-?"

"I'm the problem here. As long as you're with me, his attention will be drawn to you and he'll hurt you to get to me." Chris told him softly without looking at him. He couldn't- he just couldn't look Leon in the eyes now that he'd come to this decision. "I can't bear it if you're hurt again because of me."

"Wait-Chris?"

"You'll see that it's for the best, Leon." Chris released his hand and stepped away from the bed. "I love you- but we can't be together."

"Chris-wait-"

It was the hardest thing he ever did, but Chris turned his back on Leon and left without a backward glance. From the corner of his eye, he saw Leon struggling to rise from the bed with a hand out stretched as if he was trying to reach out to him.

"Chris! Wait!"

He closed the door to the hospital room on the man screaming his name again. The fear and despair in Leon's voice almost made him falter, as did the stunned expression on the face of Adam Benford as the man stood frozen with shock in the corridor outside the room. But Chris determinedly brushed by him and walked away from the one he loved.

Adam didn't try to follow him. Instead Chris heard a door opening and slamming shut behind him, assuring him that Leon's father figure was with him. The corridor leading out of the high security ward felt cold and ominous, giving Chris a chill of finality; his confirmation that this was the end of what he once shared with Leon S. Kennedy.

~TBC~

Thanks for reading.

firewolf