Leon gritted his teeth, his eyes tightly shut. He could feel the plaga writhing inside him. How long had it been since he was infected? 4, maybe 5 days? How much longer did he have before it reached adulthood and laid its eggs, his body an incubator for a monster that would kill him. He had to get out of here, but how? And even if he did get out, would he have enough time to rescue Ashley and save them both from a sure and painful death?

Leon had passed out at some point. He didn't have enough strength to wake up. He wanted to fall further into the blackness, where every part of his body didn't hurt.

"Leon..."

Leon's eyes fluttered slightly. That voice.. it was familiar. So familiar, yet so wrong.

"Leon."

He knew who it was, he was sure of it. But their name. What was their name?

"Jack..." His voice was barely a whisper. His mouth was dry and tasted like copper. He finally found the strength to open his eyes, the muscled form of Krauser coming into focus. Leon swallowed, wishing the noise in his head would stop. He noticed several bandages covering his arms, and a piece of gauze was taped over the bullet wound in his stomach. His clothes were discarded nearby.

"It was you... but why?" Leon asked, confused, "Why keep me alive?"

"Because you're more fun alive than dead. Don't think it means you aren't expendable. You're just a distraction, a toy that Wesker enjoys playing with while he hunts for his game, his trophy."

What the Hell was Krauser talking about?

Leon watched as Krauser produced a pack of smokes and lit one, taking a long drag. Leon bit his tongue hard. His eyes followed the smoke every time it moved, and Krauser chuckled.

"Still addicted, after all these years?" The blond taunted, walking up to him and blowing the smoke in his face.

"Bastard." Leon hissed, looking away. He was salivating so hard just from the smell of the cigarette.

"I was going to share, but not now." Krauser took another long, slow drag.

Leon groaned and pulled at his restraints.

"Fuck!" He hissed and gave up, letting out a sigh.

"Stubborn till the end, even if you know what's good for you. I'm the one person that can help you, and you won't accept it. You're lucky you're pretty, cause you aren't very smart." Krauser said matter of factly.

"Shut the fuck up!" Leon yelled, "Help me? You're helping keep me here shackled like some sort of animal!" Leon glared at the blond, who was surprised by his sudden outburst.

Leon didn't get mad, ever. It turned him on bad, his cock already straining in his pants.

He smirked, leaning in so they were eye to eye.

"You think you're so damn tough, don't you? I wouldn't try talking to Wesker like that. He'll cut out your tongue." Krauser hissed, grabbing Leon by the jaw.

"You want out, you play by the rules. Got it?"

"Fine." Leon hissed.

Krauser smirked, leaning in and smashing their mouths together. Leon moaned in surprise, his emerald eyes meeting Krauser's ice blue eyes. A mixture of emotions washed over him as he parted his lips, allowing the blonds tongue to slip into his mouth. Leon gave in completely, allowing Krauser to take control, his hands running down Leon's sides hungrily.

"Mmm..."

Krauser broke the kiss, leaving Leon panting hard. He held the cigarette to the agent's lips and let him take a long drag.

Krauser butted the smoke and pulled back just as the door opened and Wesker strode in. Leon's eyes immediately fell on the long, leather whip in his hand. Krauser gave him a knowing look.

"Ready for your punishment?" Wesker taunted, walking behind Leon. His pulse raced and his breath quickened. Leon took a deep breath, trying to bracing himself. The first three lashes struck him across the shoulder blades. He gritted his teeth, eyes tightly clenched as he fought the urge to cry out. The pain was a nasty mixture of fire and stinging from the air.

"Agh!" Leon cried out in pain and bit his lip hard, feeling the whip slowly tearing his skin open. Wesker was relentless, striking him over and over, the leather biting into his shoulders, ribs, spine and ass. Every slash had him letting out broken sobs as tears fell from his face. He refused to look at anything but the ground, his eyes hidden behind his bangs.

A slash across the middle of his lower back made Leon let out an agony induced scream. His body writhed against his will as the plaga attached to his spine spasmed from the strike. Krauser took a step forward, the agents eyes momentarily flashing crimson.

Wesker didn't stop, continuing to tear his skin open with the whip.

"Wesker. That's enough."

Leon could feel the blood running down his back and legs in rivers. His skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, all of his muscles pulled taut. He'd lost count of the ministrations, knowing nothing other than burning hot pain. His eyes fluttered and he fought unconsciousness, swaying slightly on his feet. Sound, sight and sensation all blurred into one mess as Leon slumped forward, giving in to the pain completely.

Krauser was between them, catching the whip and stopping it from hitting Leon again.

"He's only human. You'll kill him." Krauser held his ground, and Wesker closed the distance between them.

"Be careful, Jack. Don't let old romances get in the way. Wouldn't want anything happening to your family, now would we?" Wesker's eyes burned like fire. Krauser stiffened momentarily.

"Yes, I know about them. Now, think twice before you get in my way again." Wesker shoved him back and left, the door slamming behind him.

Krauser turned, his eyes falling on Leon's unconscious form. There must have been forty, fifty bloody cuts across Leon's body. And there was so, so much blood. He'd be dead within hours.

Krauser reached up, taking one chain in each hand and pulled. The chains snapped and Leon fell forward into the blonds grasp, unmoving.

Leon awoke to the sound of his watch beeping. Day four... he'd been out for at least 16 hours. He pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, his body shaking with the effort. Fresh waves of molten hot pain spread through his back as some of the wounds reopened slightly. He sat up and looked over his shoulder. He'd been bandaged up again, but the bandages were mostly stained with red. How much blood had he lost? 2, maybe 3 quarts? He looked down at his hands, covered in his own blood, large chunks of skin missing from where the shackles had dug in. His wrists were in various stages of bruising, a mixture of red and purple inflamed skin that had the beginning signs of infection.

'Great, if I don't die from the plaga, I'll die from blood poisoning.'

Leon managed to stand, using the wall for support. He began pulling off some of the old bandages, unable to stop the wounds from bleeding, when the door opened and Krauser strode in.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" The blond sneered as he looked at the bloody bandages hanging from Leon's body. Leon angrily ripped the bandage from his neck.

"Since when did you care? We're not on the same team. Haven't been since you faked your death and went missing after our mission in South America."

Krauser snorted and Leon glared daggers at him.

"Now, now, comrade-"

"Don't call me that again. Ever." Leon turned his back to the blond and went to try and grab his clothing, only to be pinned against the wall from behind.

"Krauser- what the Hell- agh!" Leon cried out as Krauser pushed his arms up his back, threatening to dislocate them at the sockets. He could feel Krauser's crotch pressed firmly against his ass as the blond leaned into his ear.

"Careful, Leon, you know I love it when you fight and struggle."

Leon gasped as Krauser kissed him hard over his shoulder, the undeniable firmness of his hard cock pressed up against him. His eyes fluttered as Krauser's tongue pushed into his mouth, defeating his own in a battle for dominance. Leon gasped as their lips broke apart and he was flipped around, his back slammed against the wall as Krauser lifted the agent into his arms.

"... need you Leon..."

Krauser slowly lowered Leon onto his cock, watching the agents moan and writhe from the sheer size of it. His fingers dragged down the wall, breaths coming in short rasps.

"F-fuck..." Leon panted as Krauser filled him completely, the head pressing up against his prostate. "Please..."

"Please what, Leon?" Krauser's voice shook as he resisted the urge to fuck the agent senseless. He wanted to hear him beg for it.

Leon looked into Krauser's eyes, emerald boring into with diamond.

"Please.. fuck me.. I-I need to get off... bad... been too long..."

Krauser didn't wait a moment longer. He began thrusting up into the agents tight ass, their bodies rocking together.

"Ah.. fuck.." Leon panted, every breath coming out in gasps. He reached down, taking hold of his neglected cock and stroking it in time with Krauser's thrusts. His body shook with adrenaline coated pleasure, the pain melting away until he'd forgotten about it completely. He twisted his other hand in the fabric of Krauser's vest his back arching and head tilting back as his prostate was pounded over and over.

Krauser shifted so he could support Leon's weight with one hand, the other greedily running over the younger man's muscled chest and stomach.

"Cant take much more-mmm!" Leon was cut off as Krauser smashed their lips together, his tongue pushing into Leon's mouth. Leon's body convulsed as he came, shooting an impressive amount of cum over his stomach and chest, his ass tightening around Krauser's cock. The older man let out a guttural moan before cumming deep into Leon's ass with a final thrust. He watched Leon's emerald eyes flutter open, half lidded and burning with lust as he finally caught his breath.

"Thanks for the fuck." Krauser pulled out eliciting a low moan from Leon as he unwrapped his legs from the blond and stood, bracing his weight against the wall. As the adrenaline and pleasure faded, the pain and hunger returned, twice as bad as before. Leon grit his teeth, trying to focus on anything else.

As Krauser turned to leave, Leon pushed off the wall.

"Wait. You need to hold up your end of the bargain."

Krauser smirked and turned, his eyes glinting.

"I need a hot shower. And some damn food."

Krauser seemed to consider it for a moment.

"Fine. Wesker wont be back for awhile. I'd suggest you hurry." The blond left, leaving the door half open behind him. Leon grabbed his clothes from the floor, quickly grabbing his knife and folding it up in his shirt. The weight of the familiar weapon gave him a small glimmer of hope. He just prayed he'd get the right opportunity to use it on Wesker.

The bedroom and attached bathroom seemed so out of place, considering where they were. Nothing fancy, but functional at least. Krauser stood with his back against the only door out, arms crossed. The blond knew him all too well; he'd already considered running, but decided against it. Krauser was sparing him a small mercy, and he'd be damned if he didn't take advantage of it. After all, he did let the man fuck him.

'Let him? You begged him you dirty little slut.'

Leon shook his head, ignoring his inner monologue as he turned on the water. To his surprise, it actually got hot too. He peeled off the last few bandages and stepped under the water, gasping as it tormented the dozens of wounds on his filthy body.

Leon scrubbed at his skin vigorously, aching to rid himself of the filth that had been on his body for days. He slumped forward, both hands on the tile wall as the water cascaded over his hair, dripping off the ends. Rivers of water ran over his skin, leaving clean trails in the dirt blotches and dried blood patches. How much longer could he endure Wesker's torture? And how much longer did he have before Wesker got bored and decided to kill him? His thoughts found their way back to the blond standing guard outside. Like it or not, he needed Krauser to escape. A plan slowly bloomed in his mind, the corners of his lips pulling up in a smirk. He knew what he had to do.

Leon stepped out of the shower, drying himself off as best as he could without aggravating the wounds. He stood in front of the fogged up mirror and took a deep breath, running his hand across the mirror to reveal his reflection.

Spain definitely hadn't been good to him. He'd noticeably thinned down, his cheeks slightly follow, eyes dark and haunted. Dark stubble dusted his face, which had several small cuts and dark bruises. His eyes lowered, taking in the bite wounds across his neck and collarbone and the bullet wound in his stomach.

Leon turned, taking in the damage from the whip. What had once been unblemished skin was now layered in long, deep gashes. Twice as many as he remembered feeling. He must have blacked out before Wesker was finished.

Leon slipped into his clothes and opened the door, knife tucked into his waistband, stepping into the bedroom. How long had it been since he'd had a proper meal? He couldn't remember.

"You looked better covered in dirt and cum." Krauser smirked.

Leon scoffed, reaching into his pants. He could finally take some pills to slow down the plaga... his brow knitted as he checked every pocket, coming up with nothing. Had the pills fallen out when Wesker took him captive?

'Fuck, not good, not good...'

Leon's pulse raced. He fought to keep his breaths even as anxiety built.

"Leon?"

Leon stumbled, his vision blurring. He was going to become a slave to the plaga inside of him, he knew it. It would be worse than dying by Wesker's hand...

The darkness consumed him and he fell to the floor, unconscious.