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“Are the answers to your disease here…?” Victor murmurs, tracing Leon's black bruises. Leon's heartbeat skips under his fingertips, and when he pokes his tongue out he can taste his desperation.
“Yes.”
Leon flinches as he presses hard on the tender center of the mark. Victor chuckles and steps back.
“In fact, the answer is much closer than you might think.”
He pats the pocket of his coat, grinning when Leon's eyes lock onto it. Oh, he's so easy. He can see the gears turning in his head now, trying to puzzle a way out of this situation. The fine tendons in his arms flex. He's fidgeting behind his back. Looking for something. He won't find it, though. The doctor was thorough. That sneaky little hidden razor didn't escape his notice, and won't be rendering its services to cut through Leon's restraints.
Leon visibly clenches his jaw as he realizes the situation he's in. Sitting in a chair, hands tied behind his back, no weapons, faced with a Tyrant that likes to talk. Maybe something he can still work with.
“So, what's the hold-up?” He scoffs. “You give me answers to questions I didn't even ask, but now you're pretending you want to keep secrets? Spit it out.”
There's a scalpel on a tray, right next to his pistol. It's a long shot, but… If he can distract him, if he can scoot over there…
Victor smiles. From one pocket, he pulls the same gun Leon watched him infect a dozen innocent people with. From the other, a vial. The display in his goggles shows Leon's heart rate spike, and zooms in on the cold sweat beginning to bead at his temples.
“Now, don't get so worked up. You're a rare specimen to play with, I wouldn't waste such a golden opportunity by turning you into one of those stupid creatures. No, no…”
He loads the vial into the gun and aims at Leon's chest.
“You are an evolutionary dead end. You wasted your most virile years playing hero, and now that virus will turn any offspring of yours into monsters, if they make it out of the womb alive at all. Not that you'll live long enough to see them. But, with this… We will open a new path.”
He pulls the trigger. The needle pierces into Leon's pec through his shirt and releases its payload. Leon grits his teeth, but… He feels nothing. Just the twinge of a needle in his skin, bobbing with each breath. No convulsions. No blood. No flesh bubbling and peeling. His teeth are all secure in his gums. He tries to twist and look at his arms, any bare skin he can find. What about the black marks?
“Oh. It's not a cure, no.”
Leon whips back around to glare at the doctor. For a beat, it feels like his head lags behind.
“Then what did you do to me?”
As if waiting for its cue, his body jolts involuntarily. When it settles again, his limbs are heavy. His eyelids are heavy.
“What…? Shit, what was… Ugh!”
In a wave from head to toe, every nerve ending in Leon's body feels like it's been doused in scalding hot water, leaving an uncomfortable chill behind everywhere. Leon shivers in his seat. Almost everywhere. Between his legs, it's warm and wet, and he's a too slow to stop a confused little whimper escaping when he shifts and feels a thin sting behind his balls.
Victor hums and plucks the empty needle from Leon's skin. Leon flinches again. He didn't notice him coming closer. He's distracted. Something is happening. Something is coming, he just needs more. He squeezes his eyes shut and drags himself out of the trance. More of what? What he needs is to get out of here. Get Victor talking again. Leon's tongue feels like a brick.
“Wh… What is…”
Victor touches his hand to Leon's sweaty brow. Leon presses into it.
“Nothing as gruesome as you've experienced before. But, there will be changes. All evolution requires change. A freak accident, normally, passed down to either strengthen or destroy a lineage. But we no longer need to rely on such astronomical odds and slow processes.”
He straightens back up and begins to pace, giving Leon a much-needed reprieve from his sudden sickening compulsion to press his entire body against Victor's.
“My master gave us the ability and the means to take control of evolution and bring forth a new era of humanity within our lifetimes. While my colleagues have been focusing their efforts on weapons, I have been serving a higher purpose, in pursuit of the mind…”
Leon's head lolls. His thighs drift wider apart as he arches his back to grind down against the seat of the chair. Victor's voice fades to an incoherent drone. His footsteps are heavy, even, and hypnotic. The flat seat isn't enough to scratch the all-consuming itch that's formed between Leon's legs, even with the friction of his soaked clothes. He needs something more direct. Something deeper. The doctor is still talking and pacing. He's not paying attention, right? He hasn't mentioned anything yet, so he probably hasn't noticed Leon squirming. He's not paying attention, so he can just… Get his foot up…
He has to bite his tongue as he grinds the heel of his boot into his own taint. Like squeezing a sponge, heat blooms from the pressure. It hurts, but he can't stop. It's the pain of peeling a scab. Or maybe more accurately, squeezing a boil. It hurts, but something has to give. Somehow, he's certain he'll feel better once it does. Rubber squeaks against wet denim. There's something nagging and aching in his core, unreachable. And now Leon stops paying attention, and he doesn't notice when Victor stops talking, just like he didn't notice that for the last few minutes he'd been aimlessly rambling about herpetology while watching Leon very closely. And Victor smiles.
“Oh, you poor thing,” he croons, tilting his head to the side. Sweat darkens Leon's shirt under his arms and between his pecs. His climbing temperature is displayed in the corner of the doctor's vision. He steps closer, and while Leon gazes up at him like a trapped rabbit, he can't stop his grinding.
“I'll help you with that. If you can stay very, very still.”
Even as he sinks to his knees, Victor is nearly eye-to-eye with Leon. His hand fully encircles Leon's ankle and pulls it away from his groin, much to his despair. Victor shushes him like a child, but he gravely overestimated the strength of his drug. The sight of a boxcutter in his hand throws Leon into survival mode. He twists out of Victor's grip and kicks him in the shoulder, and in the moment he has the doctor off guard he aims the next for his face. Victor is quicker than he seems, though. Or rather, Leon isn't quite as fast as he should be. Victor jerks his head to the side, and Leon's boot glances off his headgear, knocking it to the floor. There's a moment of stillness that seems to stretch on. Leon readies another kick. The doctor calmly presses the boxcutter to his inner thigh.
“I'll tell you one more time, Mr. Kennedy. Stay still.”
His voice is tight. Any more so, and he'd be growling through his teeth. His yellow eyes pierce straight through Leon, predatory and deathly serious. One wrong move and he'll slash right through his jeans, sever his femoral artery, and let him bleed out here. Leon takes a shaky breath and carefully lowers his leg. Victor smiles, pinching and lifting the fabric away from his skin instead. His wide body keeps Leon's legs spread as he carefully slices the inseam of his jeans, from knee to knee. His plain white briefs are soaked underneath, practically steaming when exposed. He cuts them away as well, and pulls Leon's hips forward until he's just barely sitting on the edge of the chair, his arms stretched at an awkward angle behind the backrest. Leon grunts at the uncomfortable position, his thighs straining to keep himself from sliding forward any further.
“Now, let's see how you're coming along…” The doctor breathes, sitting cross-legged to look closer between Leon's legs, lower. His forked tongue flicks out as he inhales his scent. Bile rises in Leon's throat, and he looks away in shame as Victor takes his balls in one cold hand and lifts them out of the way. With the opposite index finger, he gently strokes the seam of his taint. It's far more sensitive than it should be, somewhere between lightning up Leon's spine and salt in a wound. Victor hmms to himself.
“Almost open. Just needs a little help.”
“What are you talking ab-AUGH!” Leon cuts himself off with a startled shout as the doctor dips his head between his thighs and licks up the same line. Where Leon's boot heel was too blunt and his clothes got in the way, Victor's tongue is long and dextrous, finding a new seam there and coaxing it open. Leon's jaw hangs open, silent. Too shocked to make a sound. Too confused by what he's feeling. He can feel his skin splitting, a sickness in his stomach, an anticipation of agony, but none comes. Instead, relief and disgust wash over him in equal amounts. The inhuman coolness of Victor's tongue soothes the molten heat that pulses at the center of his pelvis. It writhes deeper and deeper, seeming to dig out a space for itself where there was none before. His breaths huff in and out through his nose and tickle the underside of Leon's balls. His cock rests against his belly, gradually beginning to harden, much to his dismay. With each passing second, Victor's mystery drug is reshaping and rewiring his body, irreversibly. Fear spikes in his heart at the thought, and his breath hitches. He squeezes his thighs around Victor's head briefly. The doctor growls against him. The noise vibrates through Leon, causing him to shudder as his tongue slithers out of his new cunt. Before he can close his legs, though, it's replaced with two thick fingers. Cold, again, and squelching in the mix of saliva and his own wetness.
Victor licks his lips. He's soaked down to his chest, tinged pink around his mouth with virginal blood.
“You're just about ready… Aren't you, Leon?”
“Nn… Fuck…”
Leon closes his legs defiantly, even though it does nothing to stop Victor finger-fucking him. It's the thought that counts. He's not gonna give in just yet. He grits his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut, groaning with the effort of resisting the drug's influence.
“Ready for you to, ugh… T-to get your slimy hands off me.”
“Aww…” Victor hooks his fingers sharply inside Leon's pussy. The moment Leon opens his mouth to gasp, though, he finds a hand around his throat and his windpipe cinched tight. He's lifted to his feet painfully by these two points of contact and pushed on jelly legs until his back hits a wall.
“You know, I really hoped you'd be a little more agreeable.”
The doctor releases Leon's throat and bars his forearm against his chest. He leans his weight into him, bowing his head to taste the panic on his prey's breath. His forked tongue ghosts across his lips. Leon sharply turns away. Victor chuckles and drags it up his bruised neck instead. He can feel his pulse race just beneath the surface.
“Well, you don't need to be. Either way, you're going to receive a beautiful gift.” He punctuates his sentence by pulling out, then jamming three fingers knuckle deep. “You don't need to appreciate it right now… But it is going to happen.”
When he removes them for good, Leon feels oddly empty, in a way he's never experienced. A bad way, though it sickens him to admit even to himself. Almost as much as the sight of the doctor undoing his belt. Leon knew this is where things were headed, of course. He can't be surprised. But it's all too present and real now. And he knew that Dr. Victor Gideon was one of Umbrella's freak experiments, but nothing could prepare him for what he sees when he looks down. Slick, veiny, and sickly purple, two long hemipenes jut out from his groin.
“Nnuh– no…”
“Yes,” Victor hisses through his teeth, lifting one of Leon's legs up to his hip. Despite his protests, Leon's virgin cunt is practically dripping wet. His walls had been so soft and malleable around Victor's fingers, not yet molded into their final shapes. Leon swears under his breath as the doctor forcibly repositions his hips at just the right angle for the narrow tips of his hemipenes to dip into his entrance. In an instant, ice shoots through his veins. This really is happening. An intelligent Tyrant gave him a drug that gave him a vagina, and now it's going to rape him. His stomach flips.
“Y-you can't,” he pleads.
He looks up into Victor's eyes, desperate to find some mercy there. Some humanity. They crease at the corners when he smiles back. There's nothing there. This is a man who sacrificed his own humanity, after all.
He can, and he will.
His fingers dig hard into the meat of Leon's thigh, and he slowly forces his way inside. Leon's jaw drops open in a silent scream. He stays silent, his voice caught in his chest, as the doctor's twin lengths stretch him wider and reach deeper than he can believe. He can feel his tender new flesh splitting to make room, the edges tingling, knitting back together almost instantly. Sculpting him to fit around Victor. The idea makes him nauseous. His breaths become short and panicked when Victor bottoms out.
“Breathe, Leon,” he sighs, as if he's soothing a child for a flu shot. “It doesn't hurt.”
No, it doesn't. And that's what scares Leon. His mind is at odds with his body. He's burning up. He can't help the relief he feels with Victor's cool body flush against his own. His chest is tight. Victor places his hand at the small of his back and finally starts fucking him in earnest, and he wants to scream because it feels right. Instead, he clenches his jaw and lets his head loll and rest against Victor's shoulder.
“There you go. Doesn't it feel so much better when you give in?”
Leon shakes his head. Every time Victor thrusts up into him, he wants to puke. When he's empty he wants to die. There's a trickle of some wetness running down his leg and dripping onto the floor, and it smells faintly of pennies. Victor chuckles. Leon shudders as he nuzzles behind his ears and licks his infected skin again.
“No? I don't think either of us believe that.”
The doctor grabs Leon's hair and yanks his head back, causing him to break his silence with a yelp. Victor snarls, quickening his pace. Leather slaps wetly against skin over a bassy growl rolling from his chest. Leon's legs begin to tremble.
“I can feel you squeezing around me. You don't even know how sweetly your cunt is sucking me in. It knows what it was made for.”
He presses his body hard against Leon's, pinning him to the wall and grinding cruelly deep inside his pussy at the same time. He grins.
“... Who it was made for.”
Leon twists and snaps at Victor's hand. He manages to catch a finger between his teeth before he can pull it out of reach, and blood fills his mouth when he crunches down on it. The doctor bellows and lifts him by his shirt, reminding him exactly what kind of monster he's dealing with.
“Fucker!” He snaps. He pulls Leon back and slams him against the wall again. Again. Until the back of his head bounces off the bricks and stars explode in his vision. Leon lets out a pained cry and releases Victor's hand. The wounds close up in seconds. Victor hisses dangerously, inches from his face. “I hope you're proud of yourself. Enjoy it while it lasts.”
Leon spits his blood back at him.
With an enraged roar, Victor throws Leon to the ground. He takes the brunt of the impact with his shoulder, but he hears a crack when his cheek hits the tile next. His head's really spinning now, and his stomach churns and cramps. He feels hollow. A sense creeps over him that he's forgetting something important. That can wait. He has to… No, his hands are still tied. How did he forget..? His thoughts are so hard to grasp. The fractured edges of Leon's cheekbone grind painfully as he wriggles on the floor, and he whimpers like a kicked dog.
“I have given you every chance to be civil,” Victor starts as he rips Leon's jeans open even further. “But if you want to act like an animal, I'll gladly treat you like one.”
He hauls Leon's hips up by his belt and settles on his knees behind him. This time, there's no way he can squirm his way out. Nothing for him to bite. Victor's knees are between his own, keeping them spread. He can't even hold his face off the ground. This position is far easier for the mutated doctor to take his twin lengths in hand and tease the gaping rim of Leon's pussy again. And that's enough for him to know, with hideous certainty, just what that hollowness inside himself is.
He's going to break. With the last of his awareness, he stretches his arms behind him. His fingertips can only just reach Victor's abdomen and press against him as if they could hold him back.
“S-stop.”
Victor sheathes himself in one go, cracking Leon's mind in two. One half crying for more, the other desperately clawing to keep itself together. Every thrust is another tap of a hammer, driving a spike equally deep into Leon's brain, changing him there, too. Chipping away at his sanity. He hates it. He needs it. He's rocking back to meet Victor, to take his cocks harder. He's making ugly noises he can't control anymore. He's cumming on the floor and still fucking himself. Victor laughs at him, triumphant.
“Can you feel it now, Leon? You can't fight it anymore. You have a purpose to fulfill, I have given your dwindling life purpose!”
With a grunt, Victor pulls Leon off the floor by his holster straps. He moans pitifully at the change of angle. The grotesque size of Victor's hemipenes causes his abdomen to bulge outward when they're fully buried in him. Leon looks down at himself in numb horror. He's going to break. Victor's thrusts become shorter and shallower, and his panting takes on a thin whine at the end. Swearing under his breath, he pulls Leon back against himself with bruising force. Something works its way out of his body, into the base of one of his shafts. Leon feels the bulge press against his abused pussy. The doctor groans and tenses and the egg is pushed past his rim and deposited into his womb. Victor sighs heavily in relief, indulgently grinding out a few more thrusts before his other cock fills Leon with a gush of semen. Leon's eyes sting with welling tears. It feels disgusting. He feels disgusting. His body is telling him he's satisfied and comfortable as Victor pulls out and turns him around to face him, but he feels heavy and sweaty, his pussy aches, and he can feel something much thicker and stickier than he'd expected down there. Victor's cum doesn't drip out, it's more like it's gluing him shut. His nose wrinkles in disgust as he wriggles a little and feels it squish around his entrance.
“That will make sure everything stays where it belongs for a while,” Victor explains. “As will this.”
He jabs a needle into Leon's neck. There's barely even time for Leon to flinch before it takes effect and he slips into blissful unconsciousness.
“I'll be watching your progress, Leon.”