It's on the thirteenth day that Wesker comes to claim his prize. He's filled with lust and rage, a dangerous mix of feelings that Leon will become victim to. Wesker tosses open the door, Leon instantly sitting up, his eyes widening with fear.
"Do not struggle, Kennedy. Your fight will only arouse me more."
Wesker's cock is straining against his leather pants, and he cannot wait to feel the relief of releasing it. Leon stands and backs away like a cornered animal, making sure not to get trapped between the wall and Wesker.
Wesker lunges at Leon, who narrowly avoids his reach, grabbing Leon's shirt with enough force to tear it from his back. He drops the torn fabric on the floor and lets his eyes wander to the agents sculpted chest. His hunger only grows more and he lets out a low snarl.
Wesker pulls the gun from his holster, flicking off the safety with his thumb and pointing it at Leon, who looks like a deer in headlights.
"You are making this harder than it has to be Leon."
"Go ahead and kill me you sick son of a bitch!" Leon tests, sick of Wesker's abuse. He jumps at Wesker and struggles to keep the gun at bay as they roll over one another on the floor. Leon stops on top of Wesker and grabs for the gun. A bullet is fired and it takes Leon a few moments to notice the shooting hot pain in his stomach. He can see his expression in Wesker's shades: realization that he has been shot. He looks down to see a stream of red flowing from the wound down to his waistband and slowly coating his pants in the dark crimson liquid.
"Nghhh…" A quiet gasp leaves his lips. He's more shocked than pained. He didn't think Wesker would actually shoot him… He was Wesker's monster… He wasn't supposed to… He couldn't…
Leon falls to the floor. He can't feel the pain, but the exhaustion is overwhelming him, slowly consuming him.
Wesker gets to his feet and unzips his pants, pulling out his fully erect cock. The sight of Leon weak and hurt is driving him crazy, and he must get release.
Leon groans as Wesker pulls him onto his knees, twisting his fingers in Leon's dirty blond locks. He forces the agents head forward.
"N-no…"
Wesker slides his cock into Leon's hot, wet mouth and lets out a moan of pleasure as he pushes his way to the back of Leon's throat. As he begins slowly fucking Leon's mouth, he chuckles at the agent's lack of a gag reflex, and tries to imagine who else's cock he's sucked. Chris? Wesker fucks his mouth harder, thinking of all the things he would do to the brunette. His monster would have to do for now, though.
Leon moans and groans over Wesker's cock, bringing his hands up to try and push away from the blond. He hates how embarrassed he feels, and even more so that his own cock is hard and throbbing.
Leon is tossed onto the floor, landing on his hands and gasping for air. In the blink of an eye his pants are around his ankles and Wesker's hand is on his shoulders, holding him down as he slowly pushes his cock into Leon, who screams out in pain.
He hates this, hates how Wesker is violating him, but part of him secretly likes it, a form of abuse that could also be considered as affection. Part of him wants more.
Leon drags his fingers across the dirty crumbling floor as Wesker begins fucking him. All he can feel is pain, in his muscles, in his bones, just one whole entity of pain. He shuts his eyes and begs for it to stop, tears streaming down his face, his voice a whimper under Wesker's lustful groans.
Wesker's hold on Leon becomes stronger, more possessive, and Leon knows Wesker is close. He may be a monster, but he still has the most basic primal instinct: lust.
Wesker lets out a groan as he cums inside Leon. Not a minute after he's pulling up his pants and adjusting his belt on his way out the door, leaving a broken Leon curled up on the floor, violated and broken.