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A bright light roused him from his unconsciousness, and he had the urge to rub his watery ducts at the blinding sight. But he found he couldn't due to his tightly bound limbs behind the wooden chair he'd been fixed to. Soft groans left him as he fought to adjust to his surroundings, his memories prior to the present leisurely following behind. The low sound of boots against the ground approaching Leon prompted him to quickly shake off the reminder of his unwelcome drowsiness and look up at the towering figure before him, mercifully obscuring the glaring bulbs behind him.
"Why are you here?" A breathy, aged tone greeted him. He knew from the daunting silhouette it was the man he'd been pursuing, Victor Gideon. Leon could feel his large, grey hands lifting him by his neck with ease and restricting the air in his lungs with each level of painful pressure added. He struggled, but escape from the large man's impossible grasp was futile. An immense swimming sensation took him, and if Gideon said anything, it merely registered as buzzing in his ear.
His vision blurred, and black swallowed him whole and spat him out in a room he couldn't entirely make out. He was at the mercy of this nightmarishly appearing guy. At least over seven foot, he deduced that from the stunt he pulled on the sidewalk after that concerned woman approached him, most likely because of the lady he carelessly slung over his shoulders, who he learned was with the FBI. 'Grace.'
"Is it for me?" Gideon questioned again, a smile filled with dark gold teeth making an appearance upon his scarred lips. Without waiting for an answer, he gently inquired once more "or for her?" Leon didn't miss his faltering expression the second time. He continued to observe the visored man from his chair wordlessly, already pondering ways to break free from his bonds and attack the snakeskin-clad giant. Seeing his lack of response, he leaned forward ever so slightly.
"We can talk," he offered to Leon, emphasis on 'we.' Sadly for him, he wasn't in the mood for chit-chat at the moment if it didn't involve his fists. Getting a better look at his appearance, he had deduced two things. His parents weren't at fault for his horrifying mug; he'd definitely pumped himself full of something, and by god, did his breath stink. His head turned and made the attempt to shield itself from the lingering odor when it made contact with his nostrils, and instead of taking it as a sign to pop a mint, Gideon took it as rejection.
"Right." He concluded with his speech and moved to the other side of the room towards a medical table. Plucking something out of Leon's view, he turns swiftly and reveals a scalpel between his wrinkled forefinger and thumb. He smacks his lips, the gathering saliva creating a nauseating wet sound that almost made the captive other whince. Leon had a stomach made of titanium after everything he'd seen in his career, but he still fought anxiety from time to time, this instance being no exception.
"Or, we can begin your 'treatment," Gideon threatened in a less understanding manner. Nope. "The silent treatment, I hope," he quickly retorted. Humor always helped the nerves. Pausing at the joke, the wild gray-haired freak asked him if he was an investigator while pointing the small knife in his direction, a question clearly not meant to be answered, and then beckoned him darkly to investigate. He came closer and taunted his tense form with mock verbal probes. Then, he did something deeply unsettling but... intriguing.
His serpent-ringed fingers delicately fondled Leon's dulling, sandy locks just above his ear. Still, he kept his composure as the man performing the brief assault was watching in eccentric pleasure the movements of his hair, gravity whisking it ever so slightly and gradually bringing it back to its original state. "Yes," he breathlessly announced, like he'd come to some kind of wonderful conclusion. Disappearing behind him and reappearing at his right shoulder, his digits choose the black section of his neck to caress next, sensitive from the uncontrollable infection currently ravaging his body.
It took everything not to flinch and succumb to the violating feeling traveling from his nape to his brain. He didn't like enjoying the tender contact he was receiving, but Leon would like to use the man's generous perversions to his advantage. "Are the answers to your disease here?" Gideon murmured, bending over Leon's head to see his face and no doubt craving a response more than he craved a Crest white.
If it was what he wanted, he'd give it to him. Breaking his poker face, Leon turned his rugged profile to meet him calmly with a question of his own. "Does touching me like that give you a thrill?" He wondered aloud. After the display he put on, he didn't expect Gideon to look so taken back at his suggestion of gratification. Leon decided to push it further and tilt his head playfully at the reaction he received.
"...Can I touch you too? Or are you off limits?"
He made a throat sound before quickly recovering in bitter chuckles and waving the sharp instrument in his hand, but making no move to remove himself from Leon's side. "I see. You're toying with me," Gideon asserted humorlessly.
"Find out," he dared boldly, inching his own face closer to the one so close but so far above. Although the putrid breath excreting from those white lips made him worried that he'd puke in the other's mouth if he got the chance to. At a gesture so daring, the doctor found it difficult to resist his smoldering but strained gaze revealing his serious intentions. Slowly leaning down, the taller one fills the gap between them chastely. The action somewhere is not quite a peck nor hesitant pressure. Ending abruptly at Gideon's will, he quickly pulled back as if embarrassed by fully enacting his carnal desire.
Leon's eyebrow rises, and he stares at him funnily. "Hey, don't stop now." Having the weird urge to comfort him physically, even though the absurdity of his situation didn't hold a candle to the last twenty years of things he had experienced, he found he couldn't since his arms continued to be tied. Gideon's fingers found his neck again, but this time they trickled in from all sides, one hand creeping to his jaw and the other holding his nape in a light imitation of a choke. Cold to the touch. The pads of fat slyly deceived him, as they were entirely firm, not soft. He made a small moan, not realizing how sore that area was.
That scalpel was probably abandoned in his pocket, for now. Hearing Leon, he dived in, pressing himself passionately against him. It wasn't as unpleasant as he expected with their mouths closed, but once Gideon couldn't prod his split tongue over the surface of his stubble, sunken cheek, or anywhere else fast enough, he knew he might be in real trouble here.
Compromising his position, the larger near knelted completely for a deeper kiss. While he was busying himself with his mouth, Leon could have taken his knife from his belt behind him and set himself free, but a part of him wanted to see how far he could go with this. Eager to explore more, his Judas appendage halted it's quick tickles on his flesh and slithered it's way into his momentarily gasping opening.
Pressure welled up in his throat, and he wanted to gag really, really bad. The tongue flickered and licked the inside of his jaw, not sparing any untouched orifice. Leon had to remember why he was here in the first place and see it through; he was no quitter. Suddenly he tried to back away, signaling to Gideon to let off a tad. Thankfully, he stopped his pursuit for now, albeit wearing a disappointed expression. He used the time free sparingly, first to search for uncontaminated air, and then between breaths suggested they'd have a better time if he could use his hands, too.
A smile merely played upon him at the idea. Maneuvering himself to face Leon head on instead of replying, he fulfilled the closeness he craved another time by craning his teeth to the bare expanse of his scruff, pressing a series of open-mouth licks and nibbles on the flushed surface. Each tap of his tongue sent sparks of excitement throughout him.
He allowed himself to close his eyes for a second, and hums began to funnel out of him. Way better, he needed to feel those double tips elsewhere. Wishing he could push him further into his neck, he impatiently reiterated the previous request feverishly. "Are you going to keep me tied because you think I'm going to run away?"
He made a disapproving click at that, pausing abruptly. "Wouldn't want that.." Gideon lamented around a sigh.
"What if I want you to chase me?" He antagonized Lowley. After learning the man's likely attack strategy, he could easily put belt to ass on this guy. The only way Leon would go down now was if he allowed himself to. A sound exploded from him, akin to a struggled hiss, and he forced him to once again endure his filthy kiss. Leon could hardly contain the hard grimace of disgust that overtook him as Gideon helped himself wetly. At least he knew he still had it. A 'pop' later, and the doctor was behind his seat again, liberating him. Once the ropes fell to the ground, he grunted and kicked him harshly in the middle. He lurched back in a panic, not expecting that.
Charging at him, Gideon grabs his arms and restrains him with his body weight. Leon knew he could've easily landed a few more moves on him prior and really done some damage, but he let himself be pushed up against the nearby curtained wall and shoved into the dry, bloodied surface. "Too slow," he gloated gruffly, reapplying deafening pressure to his neck with his right grip.
Not enough to make him lose consciousness, but sufficient suffering to understand the weight of his actions, which shot a considerable amount of blood into his lower regions immediately. Leon was up on cloud nine, though, hair messily strewn slightly obscuring his vision and spit glistening on his chin.
The doctor enthusiastically cups his pec under his large, pale hand and travels to his muscular midsection, graciously groping above and squeezing narrow hips below. Light groans and grunts filled the otherwise silent room. He could feel his erection digging into his back uncomfortably, what did it look like? Leon's imagining twin-phalluses and venomous ejaculation.
Shit, he didn't bring a condom. Of course he didn't; he hadn't expected this to go as far as it did. Feeling his chest harness being tugged, he struggled to form coherent instructions on how to undo it. "Uh.. not there. It's... ugh, a little.."
"Shhh..." His captor hissed from above, to his embarrassment. Gideon must've lost interest in it, because he set out to work on his pants next. Undone in minutes, they lay beneath him, and he began to feel very exposed. He wasn't embarrassed, but it had been awhile. A smack landed on his thinly clothed ass, prompting him to shout. An evil cackle reverberates. That was his only warning before his boxers came off too. He could hear the other man undoing his belt and held his breath for what would inevitably come.
A quiet sputter and then a brief massage on his reddening cheek to put him at ease was what he could be afforded when he was sleeping with the enemy, he supposed. Thick, dubiously dripping digits furrow around his entrance and push agonizingly. His breathing hitched, and tears prickled in his eyes, threatening to pour.
He yelped as the deeper he penetrated him. It was like having a blade slicing his rectum. Gideon hushed his audible protests and returned to impale him some more until he deemed him adequately prepared. Once they left his body, he let out another pain-ridden sigh. "Easy!" He threatened with actual merit behind it, swearing that whether he managed to make him feel good or not dictated the sadistic psycho's fate right now.
"You won't die," he reassured in an unnervingly, sleazy way Leon reveled in. Plus, it was obvious to him the pain did something to Leon, judging by the piece between his legs, standing tall and proud of itself in line with the wall. Being pressed to it was the only attention it seemed it would be receiving since his arms continued to be held back deliberately. For better access, he was hauled up into the air for the second time; this time it wasn't by the throat, although he liked the idea.
Gideon doesn't give him a heads-up; no, it wouldn't be as fun that way when he angles himself and forces his length past his unrelenting hole. Fortunately there hadn't been two, but it felt like there had been. Teeth gritted, he didn't bother belting back his screams. "Shit!" He'd been too focused on trying to steady his breath to realize that the man over him had been completely hairless down there when he filled him almost to the hilt. Smooth, but...not? Huh. Like a snake.
Every thrust was a brutal one, just the way he had liked it. It was far too dry, making it all the more painful. One hand balancing himself on the hard surface and another fighting to break out of a stubborn seize, Leon was a shell of his former composure, pushing and grabbing balls of Gideon's clothing. He was unsure about where his hands wanted to go, but he'd figure it out. It burned, but he finally found it. Hit that spot.
His sobs grow louder and more frequent as he throws his head back towards the visor-donned face that met him. Moving for a kiss, Leon turned his head swiftly so that the scarred lips would land on his cheekbone instead. Terrifyingly, Gideon pursued what he sought after again, and annoyed, Leon bergudgoningly gave him a peck. But the peck didn't remain a peck because the asshole wouldn't let it be. Taking his abused mouth hostage, it fights back, and teeth abrade each other. He gets him good when he nearly cuts his bottom lip, making the fucker slam him back into the wall. Surely he'd have more than a couple bruises later.
He turned and shot him a defiant glare, furious. "You don't want this to hurt more, do you?" The doctor malevolently attempted at intimidation. "Maybe you do...." Pale fingers shove themselves inside Leon's mouth and hook around the inner cheek unpleasantly, exposing his white canines. The lack of movement frustrated him more than anything right now. His hips snapped backwards to try to get things moving again, but the other wasn't returning the motion. "Ugrrhg," was all he gurgled before Gideon would try his luck one last time and softly massage his sweaty jaw before pressing an egregiously long kiss to it. But when he began to move up, he noticed the tiniest tremble and the face of absolute pain (not the good kind) it belonged to.
Leon was overjoyed; he retreated from that battle and didn't give a damn about the disappointment evident in his frown. He moved again steadily and then made his way back to the pace he had before, tentatively monitoring the shorter's reactions. They were immediate; pleasurable cries rang from his mouth, and his gaze was fixated skyward. A full-toothed smile stretched in the place of fiercely bitten lips along his lined skin, giving the impression he was somewhere else entirely.
Gideon could've come right there, staring at that beautiful face. He was be shocked Mr. Kennedy would proposition an old guy like him, not that he was a spring chicken himself, but he was considerably more attractive and with an exceptionally great frame. He thought about pumping his neglected genitalia in turn, but he was of the impression that he didn't appreciate being treated kindly.
A couple more strikes to his cherished pleasure, and he was winded. Leon's shameless whines were the fuel he needed to finish the race inside of him. He shuddered all around him and leaned forward for support, sore and thoroughly weak. They hadn't moved for a second, Gideon especially needing to catch his breath. When they separated, it was pretty sad, moreso for Gideon of course. He didn't know when he'd felt a tight, warm space more delightful.
"You didn't last long enough," he mumbled, agitated even as he jerked off half-heartedly. "And, ugh, you did it inside!"
"Give me a moment..." Gideon reassured. At this sight, he could definitely get it up again soon. "Forget it." Leon pulled up his boxers and then reattached his belt to his disarrayed pants. He was about to head to retrieve a cigar from where he hid one when he heard that and stilled. "You're staying, right?!" He half screamed when he turned and saw the room was empty, the door ajar.