Leon's breath was quick and shallow, his lungs burning as he ran. His shoes left tracks in the long since disturbed dirt, a bread crumb trail leading the wolf to its prey.
Finally, after several minutes he stopped, slumping and gasping for air. He couldn't run forever, and they both knew it. It was a game, after all, and one he would surely lose.

Leon had barely escaped from his old partner Jack Krauser. He wiped at the wound on his cheek, smearing the fresh blood that welled up. If it hadn't been for Ada, he would have lost that fight. How was Krauser even alive? Not to mention his lightning fast reflexes and strength.

A sharp bolt of pain shot up Leon's spine and he cried out, falling to one knee. He blinked hard, trying to clear his blurry vision. How far along in its life cycle was the plaga inside of him? How much longer did he have, before...

A deep chuckle had Leon whip around just in time to have a hand wrap around his throat and slam him hard against the decaying stone wall. Leon's eyes widened as he stared into Albert Wesker's inhuman eyes. His pulse sped up instantly, making the corner of Wesker's lips pull into a smirk. Not who he was expecting at all.

"You've been quite a nuisance for me, Leon. But I'm afraid that ends now."

Without waiting for an answer, Wesker threw the agent across the room. He gasped as he hit the opposite wall, momentarily winded as he slid down to the floor./p

'Shit shit shit.'

Leon drew his pistol, taking aim at the blond man and flicking the safety off. He pulled the trigger once, twice, the bullets piercing the wall behind where Wesker had just stood. Wesker had... vanished? Leon stood and looked around the room.

"Too slow." Wesker kicked the agent in the ass, making him stumble forward. He spun around, his pistol aimed at the space where Wesker was just standing. He turned in a slow circle, fighting to calm his erratic breaths. He wasn't prepared for this at all.

Leon was taken by surprise as Wesker appeared in front of him, ripping the gun from his hands and hitting him across the side of the head with it. Stars exploded in Leon's vision as he stumbled, barely keeping himself standing. He felt the warm trickle of blood leaking from the wound on the side of his head, streaking his hair and face with crimson. He shook his vision clear momentarily.

Wesker advanced on him slowly, his eyes burning with malice, Leon's pistol still gripped tightly in his hand. Leon pressed his back against the wall, slowly reaching for his knife.

"I should kill you right here after all the trouble you've caused me." Wesker hissed. He raised the pistol and took aim at Leon, the barrel pointed right at his chest. The agent froze, the tips of his fingers touching the hilt of his knife.

Was this going to be his undoing? Dying at the hands of Wesker, while somewhere Ashley was depending on him?

'No. Not if I can help it.' Leon's fingers grazed his knife holster, but he didn't dare move. Not yet.

"But I won't. At least, not yet. I'll spare you. For now."

Wesker was going to spare him? But why?

Wesker pulled the trigger, a bullet tearing into the flesh of Leon's stomach. He cried out in pain, his hand pulling away from his knife to cover the wound. He slouched back against the wall, breathing hard, his emerald eyes burning with pain and fear. Wesker smirked, tossing the gun aside and advancing on the agent. He wrapped his hand around Leon's throat, dragging him up the wall until they were eye to eye. Leon gasped for air that wouldn't come, Wesker's grip tightening slowly. The pressure quickly built in his head and lungs, his eyes fluttering as he fought unconsciousness. His body spasmed as the edges of his vision began to blur and darken, until everything lost focus and he blacked out.

The first thing Leon slowly became aware of was the dull throb in his gut. After several moments his eyes fluttered open, taking purchase of his surroundings. It appeared he was still in the ruins, in some decrepit little room that was barely lit by a single lightbulb.

As Leon's awareness grew, he noticed an ache in his wrists and he looked up, finding them bound above his head by a chain and metal manacles attached to the roof on some sort of pulley. He pulled testingly, the rough metal shackles biting into his wrists and not giving an inch.

Suddenly the door to the room opened and in strode Wesker, adorned in his black on black suit and black shades.

"What do you want from me?" Leon demanded, glaring at the older blond as he approached.

"Do you really think you're in position to be making demands?" Wesker closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye, one hand shooting up to grab Leon by the jaw. They were close enough Leon could see the fiery glow of Wesker's inhuman eyes through his shades.

"If I were you I'd learn some respect." Wesker sneered.

"Go to Hell."

Leon's head snapped to the side as Wesker backhanded him. He took a deep breath, then spat blood on the blond, chuckling as he watched Wesker wipe it off. Wesker glared at the agent. Clearly he was going to have to teach him a lesson. A very long, very hard one.

Wesker removed the blade from the hilt and Leon's side, admiring it while he flipped it in his hand. The agent had the same knife as Krauser, he noted as he walked a slow circle around Leon, deciding he was going to take his time with the younger man.

Leon gasped as the tip of the blade was pressed hard against his left wrist. In one quick motion, Wesker tore through the skin of his forearm, down to the elbow. Blood welled up on the wound instantly before slowly pouring down Leon's arm. Wesker repeated the motion on other side before taking a step back and waiting. The longer the suffering, the greater the pleasure. Plus, he'd needed Leon kept in a weakened state.

Leon fought to keep his breath even through the pain. He felt the blood trickling down his arms and dripping onto the dirty floor forming small crimson puddles.

"You're gonna have to do worse than that." Leon taunted, his voice losing part of its steadiness as he fought the slow blood loss.

"Oh I plan on it. We're going to get to know each other very well." Wesker leaned in, hissing into Leon's ear, his hot breath caressing the agents neck and causing Leon to shiver involuntarily and turn away.

Wesker threw the knife away, embedding it a few inches into the wall. He curled his right fist and punched Leon in the stomach three times, enjoying the small gasps falling from his mouth. He coughed painfully, his breath sputtering.

The blood loss was slowly catching up with him. His hands had gone numb, and he lacked the strength to do anything about his situation. He shook his head to temporarily clear his vision, emerald eyes refocusing on the b.o.w. in front of him.

Wesker grabbed Leon's right arm, digging the tips of his fingers into the open wound near his elbow.

"Ahh!" Leon struggled uselessly, more blood spilling from the wound, staining Wesker's glove. He gasped suddenly as Wesker's tongue slid up the wound, collecting the fresh blood.

"You sick fuck..." Leon panted, keeping his eyes on anything but the monster in front of him. He couldn't deny the wetness of Wesker's tongue had brought a small relief of cool over his burning wounds that was gone but all too quickly.

Wesker smirked and licked his top lip. Leon's pain tasted amazing. There was a slight sweetness to his blood, probably due to some sort of deficiency, that made it addicting. Wesker leaned in and sucked more of the blood from the wound, his teeth digging into the soft flesh of Leon's arm. His tongue slid down the length of the wound with force, keeping more of the blood flowing. Oh, he was going to have all sorts of fun with the agent...

Leon's eyes widened as rough lips pressed against his own, Wesker's tongue pushing into his mouth. Leon shut his eyes tightly, refusing to reciprocate, wishing he was dealing with Krauser still. At least Krauser would give him a fast death. He knew Krauser, how to play him. Krauser was deadly, but nothing near as deadly as Wesker.
The taste of his own blood filled his mouth, sweet and coppery. Wesker's tongue slid over his own, the older man's muscled body now pressed against his.

'Fuck, no!

Leon trembled slightly as Wesker pulled back, licking his lips and erasing all the evidence of their kiss. Leon longed to wipe the saliva from his skin, to wash out his mouth and remove the faint taste Wesker left behind on his tongue.

Leon writhed as Wesker produced a syringe, filled with clear liquid. He didn't hesitate before stabbing it into Leon's inner elbow and injecting the contents of the needle.

"You bastard! What the Hell was that?!"

Wesker's lips pulled into that annoying smirk of his. Leon wanted to punch it off his face.

"You'll know soon enough."

Leon glared daggers at the tyrant. He could feel his heart pounding, spreading whatever was in that liquid through his veins steadily. He felt no different for the first few minutes. Slowly, steadily, though he could feel the temperature of his body climb. A sheen of sweat breaks out on his skin and his breaths come out raspy.

"What did you..."

Leon's brow knits. He doesn't recognize the sound of his own voice, his tongue heavy as he fights to find the proper words. He tries to ignore the flame that's ignited deep in his core. His limbs feel disconnected from his body, his eyes fluttering as he struggles to fight the drugs.

"There. That's better."

The words are simple, yet Leon can barely make sense of them. His head is growing increasingly fuzzy.

Wesker grabs his chin and forces their eyes to meet. Leon stares into Wesker's eyes, his own dilated and half lidded. Then Wesker leans in and sinks his teeth into the tender flesh between Leon's neck and shoulder. Leon let's out a moan that surprises them both, his cheeks flushed. It feels like there's sand in his mouth, and he wants desperately to wash it down with something, anything.

He grits his teeth as Wesker bites harder, breaking his skin, his tongue running over the wounds as they begin to bleed. The mixture of pain and pleasure has Leon panting, a quiet moan falling at the end of every breath. He tries to think of anyone, anything else, but his mind is too far gone and his body is completely useless. All he can do is sit back for the ride.

Wesker detaches from Leon and reaches up, yanking on the chains, pulling them down three feet. Leon slumps forward, his arms crying out in pain from the new position. He can barely make sense of his belt being undone and his pants being pulled down his thighs.

"N-no... please..." Leon's begging does nothing but excite Wesker more, quickening his work as he unzips his slacks, his hard cock falling free from his pants. Leon fights back tears as he feels the head of Wesker's cock pushing against his ass for entrance. No prep, no lube, no mercy. Leon screams as Wesker forces into him, the drugs doing little to haze the pain of his ass tearing.

'Its been so long since... too long... this is all wrong...'

Wesker is fully sheathed in his ass, and he takes no longer than one second before he begins thrusting. Their bodies slam together, the skin on skin noises loud in the small room. Leon bites his tongue as hard as he can, until he tastes fresh blood in his mouth. He bites harder and longer, because it's the only way he can partially stop the embarrassing cacophony of moans/pleads/screams from falling from his lips.

Wesker's hand is around his throat, squeezing, just enough to slow the flow of blood to his brain, but not enough to make him pass out.. yet. It creates an all new mixture of painful pleasure, every pump of his heart making his head throb.

Slowly, steadily, it builds in his head. It's all he can focus on, he cant even hear himself gasping for air that will not come, cant hear the sounds of Wesker chuckling as he pounds into his ass over and over.

But he can hear his pulse, loud and hard in his head. His eyes flutter and his body spasms, his vision fading as he feels Wesker tense and break his perfect rhythm long enough to cum deep into his ass.

Wesker let go of his throat, and after three lungful's of air Leon is completely aware of Wesker pulling out of him, cum sliding down his inner thighs. The drugs have faded into a dull haze.

Leon stares at the floor, at the surprisingly large amount of blood in the dirt as Wesker zips himself up.

"You belong to me now. Do not forget that."

It's not until the door closes and he is alone that the first tears fall, leaving hot trails down his cheeks. The drugs had mostly worn off, except he was left with a raging shameful hard-on that he couldn't do a thing about. Leon looked at the watch on his arm as it beeped. 12:00 a.m. It was officially his second day in captivity./p