Leon's eyes slowly fluttered open, adjusting to the partial darkness. The only source of light provided by moonbeams filtering through the window. Over the span of a few seconds the events of the day came back to him abruptly and he struggled to sit up. A metallic clang caught his attention and he turned his head to notice the cuffs around his wrists, keeping them bound to the headboard of the bed by short chains. He repositioned with his back against the headboard and took in his surroundings. The room he was in was void of any personal effects, and the bed had only white sheets and pillows, and a table across the room atop of which his belongings sat. He pulled one knee up and tested the chains, which firmly kept his arms above his head. He let out a sigh and let his head fall back with a thump. Why did he always end up in some sort of bondage?

The door swung open, capturing his attention as a dark clad figure entered the room and stopped at the end of the bed. He adjusted his vision as best as he could, noticing the faint glow of amber and red eyes. His own eyes widened in shock and the man smirked, the corner of his lips twisting in a cunning grin.

"It's you…" He sounded winded, the breath stolen from his lungs as he took in the slicked back blond hair and leather clothing that stretched over a muscled form. How was this possible? He saw the man die with his own eyes. He buried him, could still smell the stale dirt in the air, feel it clinging to his skin as he had fallen onto the ground and sobbed. Nonetheless, he was in one perfect piece, seemingly unscathed.

"Did you really think I would I would be killed so easily?" Leon's eyes flutter at the sound of Wesker's voice. That voice had excited him in his best dreams, and haunted him in his worst. There were days he could barely remember what it sounded like, and others where it was ringing in his ears.

"No." His response was automatic.

Wesker walked around the side of the bed, and Leon's eyes never left his. He found himself leaning towards the man as he advanced. Every fibre of his being craved to be closer to him, to touch him. One gloved hand gripped his jaw firmly as Wesker leaned in, assessing him.

"Your powers. Have they grown?" He releases Leon and turns, walking across the room.

"Yes." Unlike when Chris asked that very question, there was no hesitation. He had nothing to hide from Wesker. Wesker wouldn't judge him.

"Explain."

"I can adjust my vision. I can see things in stunning clarity a mile away. When I had my eyes tested, the optometrist said I had 20/5 vision, which is humanly impossible. Only birds of prey have eyesight so precise."

The blond reached beneath Leon's jacket and produced the Samurai Edge pistol, regarding it with interest.

"What else?"

"I've been able to manipulate objects, but not by pure will. Only in the direst of moments."

Wesker flicked the safety off and spun on his heel, looking down the sights with one eye, Leon in his aim. The agent tensed and sat a bit straighter.

"How many times did you sleep with Chris?"

The question took him by surprise.

"What? Why-"

"How many times did you sleep with Chris." The blond repeated, slower and more menacingly. Leon bowed his head.

"Once."

There was silence in the space between them for what felt like an eternity.

"Do you truly believe I would seriously harm or attempt to kill you?" Wesker asked as he cocked the gun.

"No. Never." Leon gave the man a look that said he wanted to be hurt.

Wesker smirked and pulled the trigger, the sound of the hammer hitting the bullet echoing through the room. A white hot pain exploded in Leon's stomach and he cried out. In a flash Wesker was on top of him, his hand tight around Leon's throat. As he gasped for air, cold lips met his own in a rough, deep kiss. He moaned hungrily through the pain and reciprocated, putting up a fight. He could only last so long before the blond won his dominance and forced his tongue into the younger man's mouth, making him elicit hot and needy sounds from deep within his throat. Wesker growled into Leon's mouth, the primal sound making the younger man struggle with his excitement.

"No more hiding." Leon barely heard the words whispered beside his ear before the blond removed the contacts from his eyes and tossing them aside.

Wesker sat back and produced a combat knife from within his coat. He grabbed a fistful of Leon's shirt and cut it up the middle, the fabric falling to the sides of Leon's chest, who's gold and green eyes were burning with lust.

"Please," the agent begged, "I need all of you."

Wesker smirked at the sound of Leon's husky voice. How willing the man was to be both hurt and used lit a fire within his core. He carelessly cut off Leon's pants, the tip of the blade slicing through his inner thigh. He moaned and tilted his head back, his bangs falling over one eye.

Wesker produced his cock, thick and hard and pressed it against Leon's entrance. He watched as Leon bit his lip and clenched his fists in anticipation, his own lips twisting in a smirk. He thrust his hips forward, driving deep inside the younger man, causing him to let out a broken gasp. Wesker applied medium speed ministrations, listening to the whimpers Leon made beneath him.

"More…" Leon panted, "I need more…"

Wesker leaned in and dug two fingers into the bullet wound in Leon's stomach. He let out a shrill cry in ecstasy and Wesker watched as the sheets beneath them became stained with crimson liquid. Oh, how he loved to make the man bleed. Loved that he loved bleeding. Leon was his most prized possession, indeed, and he would make sure the agent knew it. He couldn't deny the fact that he missed Leon in the year that they were separated. He made a note to keep his trophy closer.

Wesker quickened his thrusts, spreading the younger man's thighs more to allow him even deeper, the movements making Leon's cock slap against his stomach with every thrust and his breaths to come in shallow, uneven gasps. He could tell Leon was close, his skin covered in sweat and hot to the touch with a pink flush.

"Ngh… Wesker… I-I'm cumming!" Leon cried out and threw his head back as he came, shooting ropes of cum onto his stomach. Wesker fucked Leon as fast as he could, his fingers biting into the flesh of the man's thighs so hard they were beginning to bruise. He gasped and writhed beneath Wesker at the prolonged effects of his orgasm before the blond stopped and shot his own cum deep inside the man under him.

Exhausted and sated, Leon lay still, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes fluttered open as he felt Wesker brushing his wet bangs aside. The blond man's eyes burned the most vibrant shades of red, orange, and yellow. Leon was becoming lost in them before Wesker smirked and suddenly started thrusting again. He cried out, weak pulses of pleasure already running throughout his body as he began climbing towards his second orgasm.