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As Leon sat there, cowering behind a desk in the main hall as thunderous footsteps sounded off in the distance, twirling the small green key absently between his fingers while desperately trying to remember where he had seen that clover symbol before, he wondered what fucked up shit he could have been done in a past life to earn the hell he currently found himself in.

He was probably having the worst first day in the history of bad first days.

Zombies, and lickers, and undead dogs had already been enough to make his day a living hell, but now he also had that thing to worry about, the behemoth that was stalking the halls of the Raccoon City Police Department. He had no idea what the fuck it was supposed to be, or where it could have even possibly come from. It could almost be mistaken for human, if not for its sheer size, grey skin, and strangely wrinkly face, and if not for the fact that it could fucking lift a helicopter with a single hand. But the thing that gave it away the most were those dead white eyes, those eyes that had stared at him with a cold and murderous intent that Leon wasn’t sure even the cruellest of humans could match. When Leon had first seen it, first gotten a proper look at it as he shot at it and dodged it on the roof, he hadn’t been able to tell what was colder; the freezing and unrelenting rain against his skin, or the chilling and despairing dread that had gripped him at his very core.

But he couldn’t let himself get lost in his thoughts of fear, he couldn’t let his mind wander to that thing, not when he had a job to do.

He needed to find a way up to the clock tower to get that final electronic part, but without being able to move the bookshelves in the library he was never going to be able to get up there. He shivered as he remembered the nasty fall through the wooden walkways he had suffered during his first visit to the library, how close a zombie had gotten to his neck as it grabbed him before he could recover. A well placed knife to the creature’s rotting face had saved him, but it took at least half an hour for his heart to stop thumping so painfully against his chest. Though, but this point, that feeling of constant fear and adrenaline was something he was being forced to get used to. Especially now with that behemoth stalking around.

He listened out again for those horrid footsteps, and let out a quiet relieved sigh as he realised just how distant they had become.

Quietly he pulled out his map, cringing a little at the way the paper rustled as he opened it, and he scanned the image for anything that might jog his memory to where the clover doors had been. He had picked up a pen earlier, crossing out rooms that he had already investigated, and thankfully that severally narrowed down which rooms he was yet to visit. His eyes eventually fell to the observation and interrogation rooms as he switched which floor map he had out, and the memory of the clover door and heart door side by side immediately popped into his brain.

It was as good a place as any to try, and he drew in a deep breath, steeling his nerves, as he stood up again and began to make his way upstairs. He pointedly avoided looking at where Marvin’s body lay still as he passed him, trying not to remember the way Marvin had groaned and recoiled as he fired bullet after bullet into his skull.

He quietly opened the door to the waiting room, not wanting even the slightest hint of noise to alert the behemoth to where he was, and he continued on until he reached the stairs that would take him down to the observation room. Step by step he descended, and his heart jumped in his chest at the banging sound that greeted him at the bottom. He relaxed somewhat at the realisation that it was just a zombie in the press room, banging against the window in a, hopefully, pointless attempt to reach him. He still didn’t like the noise it was making though, and he bit his lip as he walked past it, trying to quell that worry that was eating away at the back of his mind. He also ignored the zombie reaching for him from behind the barricade he had put up against the outside window earlier, hoping their combined sounds were not enough to alert the stalking behemoth.

He let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding as he found himself in front of the clover door, relieved that his memory had not led him astray. Gently he inserted the key and opened the door, carefully opening it as he peered inside. He froze at the sight of the shattered glass, but it only took a few moments for that fear to pass as he became certain that whatever had broken it had not remained here. Slowly he entered the room, realising now just how lucky he was for that shattered glass, for it gave him access to the next-door room without even needing the heart key.

He did a quick knife check on the body by the door, but as soon as it became clear that nothing else, living or undead, was in the room with him he let himself relax.

He investigated the rooms quietly, and his eyes quickly fell into a strange looking box. It was decorated with large red gems, with a larger slot in the centre that suggested another gem had once been housed there. It took only half a second for a feeling of recollection to wash over him, as he remembered the red gem he had gotten from the sceptre of the statue in the art room.

He grinned, eager now to return to where he had stored the red gem in the main hall so he could check if his little theory was correct. He wondered what kind of item this strange box contained, clearly not the jack handle he needed to get to the clock tower given its small size, but maybe it would have something useful. Maybe it would turn out that he was not actually that awful in a past life after all, and another parking pass key card would be inside so he could just skip the clock tower completely and finally get out of this hell. He knew that was unlikely, given his luck, but it was a nice dream regardless.

After he was finally satisfied that the two rooms had been thoroughly checked he made his way back to the door of the observation room, listening again for those footsteps. They sounded close, perhaps a few rooms over, somewhere to his right. He wondered if he should wait it out for them to get quieter, but he was going to be heading upstairs soon anyway, so even if they were close the behemoth was in the wrong area to be a threat to him anyway.

He decided to chance it, and he cautiously began making his way down the hall towards the stairs. He was feeling pretty good with his odds of getting away undetected, he was perhaps even beginning to feel a little cocky with how well he had been avoiding the massive creature thus far, as he let himself walk just a little faster than he usually would, as he let himself relax just a bit.  

That was a mistake of course, and he realised that fact very quickly as suddenly the wall to his right a few feet ahead of him exploded into debris, forcing Leon to lift his arms to protect himself from the dust and pieces of brick that flew out towards him from the excessive force.

He stood there for a second too long, lost in his shock and fear, only to see a familiar figure stepping through the newly made hole to stare at him with those cold dead eyes.

Suddenly, Leon was not at liberty to hesitate any longer, not when those thunderous footsteps picked up again.

“Jesus Christ!” he yelped as he forced himself to move, willed his legs to turn him around and run.

But horror quickly dawned on him, as he realised he was heading towards a dead end.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck, he screamed internally, feeling that all too familiar feeling of his heart beating so rapidly and harshly inside him that he swore he could feel it against his skin.

He practically threw himself inside the observation room with how quickly he ran inside, stumbling as the door didn’t seem to want to open as fast as he was trying to force it. He barely kept his balance as he staggered towards the opposite end of the room, and he felt like his heart stopped as he realised that he did not hear the door close behind him. Even without looking he knew that the behemoth had been close enough behind him to catch the door before it was able to shut.

When he finally turned around there was only a few feet between him and that massive figure, whom of which was quickly approaching him with an outstretched hand, its eyes radiating with cold malice. Leon’s mind was immediately filled with the image of Ben’s eye popping out of its socket as his face was so easily crushed in, with the sound of desperate screaming being replaced by that sickening squelch as the blood exploded out him, and with that heavy smell of gore that had so quickly permeated that jail cell as that corpse lay there still; not exactly staring at him, simply gazing at nothing with a blank look that was somehow heavy with accusation.

The memory left his mind feeling empty somehow, despite the utter horror that was screaming in his veins. 

Leon’s body reacted before his mind could recover, before he could even think, and suddenly he had a grenade in his hand, and then just as quickly he did not anymore, as only the pin remained between his fingers.

The explosion was too close for comfort and Leon once again had to bring his arms up to shield his face. But it gave him some time as the behemoth staggered back from the force, and Leon did not allow himself even a second of hesitation as he quickly pulled his shotgun from his back and started blasting the creature in the face.

His previous attempts of doing so had not yielded any results, had simply been a waste of his limited ammo, but the accumulated damage from the grenade must have been just enough, for just as Leon found himself needing to reload he felt his heart skip a beat as the creature fell to foot and knee before him, its ghostly white eyes looking blank as it seemed to just shut down to everything around it.

Part of him wondered if he should just keep shooting, try and put this thing down for good, but his fear far surpassed his anger, and his body was screaming at him to run.

Moving past the hulking creature was utterly terrifying, and he half expected it to suddenly reach for him and grab him before he could escape. But the behemoth remained still, and Leon was certainly not going to wait around for it to get back up.

He ran out of that room almost as quickly as he had run into it, desperate to put some distance between him and that horrific creature.

He went through that new convenient hole in the press room, ignoring the zombie that was still slamming its fists pointlessly against the window, and by the time he reached those large white doors on the opposite end he heard those thunderous footsteps start up again.

“Fuck, he doesn’t stay down long,” Leon muttered breathlessly, each word strained as he continued running.

He stopped only for a moment to grab the red gem out of the main hall item box, and then he did not stop running again, even as those footsteps got quieter and quieter with distance, until he found himself safely hidden away in the dark room.

He collapsed against the wall in utter exhaustion, hardly able to support his own weight anymore. He was overwhelmed with a sensation of dizziness and nausea as he panted heavily, his brain feeling like it was not getting any oxygen despite how desperately he was taking in air. His limbs felt like water, aching painfully and hot from overuse, leaving him weak and shaking as he let himself slide down the wall to fall to his knees. His was chest burning as though his insides had been set alight. It felt like his veins were pumping molten metal throughout his entire being, searing him from below his skin.

And yet, despite that, the fear left him feeling so cold.

He had never been that scared in his entire life. Even that memory of the zombie almost reaching his throat in the library, with its teeth grazing just barely against his skin, paled in comparison to the utter horror he had just felt when he saw that open hand reaching for him.

He had almost died, he was certain of it, if that behemoth had reached him he would have died. He would have died screaming the same way that Ben had. The observation room would have been filled with screaming, a squelch, and then silence.

In the end he didn’t know if it was fear or exhaustion that kept him sitting there. He wasn’t sure how long had passed before his heart finally began to return to a normal tempo, and the tightness in his chest began to subside. He still felt weak as he forced himself to stand, and he had to brace himself against the desk to keep himself from collapsing again. He let out a heavy sigh as he ran a hand through his sweat-damped hair, feeling frustrated as he remembered that he still needed to find the jack handle, and still had no idea where it was hidden.

At least he had the bejewelled box to investigate, a much welcomed distraction from his fear and irritation. He placed the red gem from the sceptre into the empty slot on the box, and unsurprisingly it fit in perfectly. He heard a click as the box unlocked, and he wasting no time opening it to see what awaited him inside it.

He frowned at the contents, picking up the R.P.D badge with a hollow feeling.

Is that really it?

What use did he have for this? The terror he just experienced was surely worth more than that.

Absently he turned the badge around, not really expecting anything but hoping none the less, and his eyes fell onto some kind of little knob thing below the clip. He curiously pushed it up and raised a brow as a dongle appeared out of the top of the badge. He stared at it for a second before he finally realised what it was for, and the sudden giddiness he felt almost made that earlier fear worth it.

Looks like he was going to need to make his way back to the S.T.A.R.S office.

Leon restocked and prepared himself with the items he had stored in the darkroom, deciding it wise to take a second first aid spray with him now after his close call with death, and he tried not to be disappointed when he realised he had no grenades left after his desperate escape.  He listened out for those footsteps again, and once he was satisfied that they were far behind him he finally exited the dark room and began to head up the stairs. He moved quietly as he reached the second floor, still listening out for any change in the behemoth’s footsteps, and he continued on his way with a hesitant excitement.

He was surprised and relieved when he reached the S.T.A.R.S office without any trouble at all, and as he approached the computer he couldn’t help but look at up his prize awaiting him behind the barred door. The Lightning Hawk, it was so close. Such a powerful gun would surely make short work of any zombie or licker who tried to attack him, perhaps even that behemoth would struggle against it.

He felt giddy just thinking about it, finally his luck was turning around.

He plugged the USB in and watched the computer screen eagerly as it authenticated the account, but the joy he would have felt from seeing the barred door open was heavily muted by the panic he felt at the tone that sounded out at the same time, a deep beep that was a second long at most, but far louder than he felt comfortable with.

Leon felt that cold dread wash over him again, as those thunderous footsteps stopped for a moment, only to start up again and begin to get louder.

Leon froze as his mind argued with him whether to run or hide.

It was only a few seconds of delay, but he cursed himself under his breath for daring hesitate at all.

He wasn’t even sure yet what his plan was as he entered the newly opened armoury and grabbed the lightning hawk out of the locker, checking it to find three bullets already inside. But it seemed that his mind was made up for him, as he heard the all too familiar sound of a door being thrown open. Far too close.

He threw himself down below the barred window as quickly and quietly as he could manage, his chest seizing up as he refused to draw breath.

He heard a few steps, loud and definitely in the same room as him, before he was met with a deafening silence. He kept a hand desperately over his own mouth, unnecessarily because he would not fucking dare to make a sound anyway, and in his other hand his gripped the lightning hawk so tightly that it made his fingers hurt.

The silence felt like it lingered forever, but it could only have been a few seconds, as the creature must have been surveying the room for the source of the sound it had heard earlier.

Leon suddenly became aware of just how loudly his chest was thumping, just how much his head was pounding, deafening within the absolute quiet, and even though he knew it would make no sense he suddenly became so afraid that the creature would hear his heartbeat and find him that way.

Though, perhaps that was not such an insane notion after all, as those footsteps started up again, and suddenly they were getting closer.

Leon wasn’t able to hold back the despairing whimper that erupted from his throat, and very quickly he realised that hiding wasn’t going to work.

Once again he was in a dead end with the behemoth stalking towards him, once again he could feel that cold dread washing over him.

Well, at least one thing was different this time. This time he had the lightning hawk.

He forced himself quickly to his feet, bringing himself to the doorway to face the approaching beast. It was close already, and Leon didn’t hesitate. He brought the lightning hawk up and fired at the creature’s face. It staggered back immediately, and Leon would have grinned at the shock in its dead eyes if he wasn’t still so terrified.

He fired again, once more in the creature’s hideous face, and he felt relief flow through him as the behemoth once again fell to its knees, shutting down from the excessive damage. Leon couldn’t stop the way he laughed, the relief making him feel delirious. It was a brief sound, cut short as he swore he saw the creature turn an eye up to glare at him for a second, and Leon remembered he did not have time to wait around.

Part of his brain entertained the idea of shooting it again, just to be certain it was subdued, but his desire to preserve ammo, especially ammo of such a powerful gun, won in the end.

He carefully approached the creature to try scoot around it, its massive figure left very little room to navigate between it and the desks. He was beside it when he had a sudden, terrifying thought, and coldness began to seep into his veins again.

It had looked at him.

The thought had come too late though, for just as soon as he’d had it the creature had moved again, with a quickness that seemed impossible for such a hulking creature.  Leon screamed as his wrist was suddenly grabbed and squeezed, the lightning hawk dropping from his grip as the pain left his fingers splaying out, and he swore he could feel the bones bending beneath his skin. He uselessly tried to pull away, but the grip on his wrist was too strong, unbudging even as he hit desperately at it with his free hand, even as he drew his knife and began to try and stab it. The dread inside him only grew stronger at the sound of his knife shattering, and that horror grew again as the behemoth stood once more, bringing itself to its full height and lifting Leon up with it, raising its arm to hold Leon off the ground, leaving him hanging face level with it.

“No! No, let go!” Leon screamed, his heartbeat now like a wild flurry in his chest, “Fuck! Let go of me you son of a bitch!”

The creature merely stared at him, and even though its face remained unchanging Leon swore he could see a glint of satisfaction in those cold eyes.

It had tricked him, Leon whimpered miserably as that fact settled it. It had pretended to go down, the lightning hawk had hurt it so immensely so it did the one thing it could think of to stop him from firing again, it pretended to be defeated. He should have realised when its eyes did not go blank like they had before, he should have realised when it looked at him. One more bullet would have been enough, Leon was sure of it, if he had just fired one more time he could have escaped.

He remembered then that he had another gun.

“Fuck you,” he spat. He reached down for Matilda, but the creature must have realised his target, as its other hand come up suddenly, and Leon froze as it moved towards his head, memories of Ben resurfacing again.

It went for his neck instead, however, squeezing harshly around his throat, and in his desperation Leon was forced to forget Matilda, his hand coming up instead to uselessly pull at the hand that was wrapped around his neck in an iron grip. His mouth fell open in a silent scream, the noise dying in his throat as his windpipe was being crushed. He couldn’t breathe, no matter how desperately he tried to pull in air, his lungs were beginning to burn from the sensation. It felt like it was going to burst out at any moment, it felt like blood was pouring into his lungs. It felt like everything in his chest was beginning to collapse under the weight of the pain and heat, even as the lack of oxygen left him feeling hollowed out. Weak gargles fell from his mouth, sounds that took far too much strength to crawl out from his throat, and spit began to drip from the corner of his lips as he was left unable to swallow. His eyes were wide with panic, black spots beginning to appear in his vision, shadows tugging at the edges and tears beginning to blur his sight. Even through that he could see the creature staring at him maliciously, but then he could see nothing, as his eyes began to roll back, his consciousness becoming a fickle thing. He didn’t even realise that his other hand had been released, as his limbs began to lose all strength from the lack of oxygen, and both hands fell uselessly to his side. He felt lightheaded, like his mind was so far away from him, and he felt so empty as his body began to shut down around him, a cold numbness beginning to overcome him.

He was starting to slip away.

This is the end, the thought was so distant and yet so clear, after everything, this is how it ends.

But then the grip around his neck loosened somewhat, and Leon took in a sudden and shocking gasp of air. It felt like it tore down his throat, it hurt even as his body needed it, it left him coughing involuntarily, spluttering out with ragged and pained sounds. His lungs screamed through the burning as they took in oxygen, but it was still not enough. That hand was still too tight around his throat, allowing him enough air to breathe, but not enough to regain his strength. Weakly he brought his hands up to try pull the grip away from his throat further, but his fingers were still shaking so severely, and the attempt was even more pathetic than it had been before. The behemoth tightened its grip again in response, and Leon sobbed weakly, the sound barely escaping pass the hand on his throat. That feeling of fire and pain and numbness spasmed in his chest again, tearing through his lungs mercilessly, and Leon could feel his fingers going numb as his body began to shut down once more. His hands were slipping off the creature’s hand and Leon weakly grabbed at the monster’s arm instead, simply holding without any attempt to pull it away. That seemed satisfying enough to the creature however, as it once again loosened its hold on Leon’s neck.

Leon’s hands remained as they were, too afraid to make any attempt to struggle again. He gasped and coughed again as he took in shaky breaths, his head still swirling with a sickening nausea that refused to subside. But at least he could feel life returning to him, could feel that emptiness beginning to dissipate, could feel the smallest amount of strength returning to his body.

His thoughts had not quite caught up to the moment yet, and he only now began to find himself wondering why he was still alive.

Why hadn’t the behemoth killed him already?

Hesitantly he opened his eyes, and even through the blur of his tears he could see the behemoth staring at him with those horrible white eyes. He couldn’t read its expression, couldn’t see anything in those cold eyes to tell him what the creature could possible be thinking. But he did notice that there was a lack of that murderous intent he had become so familiar with, and he was not sure how he should feel about it.

Had the creature changed its mind?

Leon tried to speak but his words came out as a pathetic croak, his throat burning from the strain. The noise, however, seemed to spur the behemoth into moving. Leon let out a whimper of protest as the behemoth used its free hand to grab Matilda off him, throwing the gun haphazardly behind it. It continued on to remove the shotgun from his back, giving it a similar treatment to Matilda before it. Leon once again tried pulling at the hand that was gripped around his neck, fear filling him once again as he was completely disarmed, rendered useless.

This simply received him the same response as before, that hand squeezing harshly again until he finally stopped his struggling. His eyes rolled back once more, his brain pounding harshly in his skull, and he must have blacked out for a second, for the next thing he was aware of was his back being pushed roughly against something. His eyes flew open in shock and fear, and he found himself staring up at a ceiling that didn’t quite seem right. It took a moment for the vertigo to pass long enough for him to realise that he was being pushed down against the desk in the S.T.A.R.S leader’s office, placed with the wall behind his head so his body was lying on the full surface of the wood. It seemed he’d blacked out for a little longer than he had initially thought for him to have been moved like this, and the items on it must have been thrown off during that time as well, as the wooden surface was clear as he was held down on it.

He only realised that the creature’s hand had been off his neck as soon as he felt that grip return it. The hold was loose though, simply holding him there but not actually restricting his breathing. Hesitantly he looked at the creature again, and this time he definitely saw something in its eyes, but he could not figure out what it was. It was some sort of desire, some sort of need, something similar to that need it had shown with its murderous intent, but somehow different entirely. He couldn’t understand it. 

“L-Let go of me,” he finally managed to croak out through the burning in his throat. 

Why was it just staring at him like that? Its gaze was starting to wander down his body, and Leon gritted his teeth under its scrutiny. He watched its eyes move as it took in the sight of him, and he wished his legs had the strength in them to try kick the bastard.

“What the fuck are you looking for?” Leon spat, wincing at how painful it was to tear the words out.

Those eyes moved up again, meeting his once more, and Leon almost wished he had remained silent, as he saw that need had only gotten stronger. The behemoth leaned over closer, and Leon couldn’t stand to be under such an intense gaze, so he let his head fall to the side, watching the creature hesitantly through his bangs.

“What are you-” the words were quiet, released along a shaky exhale, and cut off with fear as the behemoth’s other hand reached for his face.

Perhaps he had been wrong, maybe it had just been murderous intent the whole time.

He shut his eyes tight, as though he could somehow hide from his fate, as though being unaware would make it not hurt. But he was not grabbed as Ben had been, instead its finger and index finger gripped his chin roughly, forcing his head around as it had been before. He refused to open his eyes though, refused to look at that gaze that was clearly awaiting him. The behemoth let out an annoyed huff at that, and Leon could feel its cold breath against his skin. Suddenly the grip on his chin tightened, those large fingers digging harshly into his skin, and Leon’s eyes flew open as he screamed. Immediately the grip was loosened, and the creature stared at him with a satisfied glint in its eyes.

Leon felt sick as he forced himself to not look away again from that piercing stare.

“Why are you doing this?” he whispered weakly, even though he was certain at this point that the creature could not answer him, “If you’re not going to kill me then just let me go.”

He felt like a mouse under a housecat’s claw, being toyed with and tossed around simply for fun, rather than for the actual necessity of the hunt. He hated it, hated feeling so trapped, hated feeling so weak, hated that his mind still could not comprehend what it was this thing wanted with him.

It turned out he didn’t need to wait much longer for his answer, as the creature leaned down closer, bringing its face mere inches from Leon’s. Leon felt his chest go tight with fear as he tried desperately to face away from the creature, but its grip on his chin kept him in place. Even as his arms found strength again, frantically and uselessly grabbing at the behemoth’s wrist to try pull those fingers off him, he simply was too weak to stop it.

And then he felt cold lips being pressed against his own, and a muffled scream erupted his throat from the sheer disgust that surged throughout his entire being. He clenched his teeth shut so tight that it hurt, his eyes closing as he tried to hold back tears. He felt a cold tongue slipping through his lips, exploring under them as it pressed against his teeth, trying to press in further. When it became clear Leon was not going to let it in willingly the behemoth let out another annoyed huff, and then the fingers on his chin moved upwards, finding the spaces under his cheeks where his teeth were being held together so desperately. Then those fingers pressed down harshly, even tighter than the grip had ever been on his chin, and Leon screamed as his jaw was roughly pried open. That cold tongue was quick to slip victoriously into his mouth, filling the space so snugly with its sheer size. Leon groaned miserably, feeling lightheaded as he struggled to breathe through his panic and disgust. He tried to bite down in retaliation, but those fingers remained, pressed painfully between his teeth through his cheeks, forcing his mouth to remain open for the behemoth’s whims. He kept trying to pull the hand away, but his strength was fading quickly, especially when the grip around his neck tightened somewhat as punishment.  All he could do was lie there as that tongue explored his mouth. It pressed up against his throat occasionally, making him convulse as he gagged, making his dizziness grow as he struggled to breathe. It pushed against where those fingers were pressed so hard into his skin, and Leon could feel the assault against his cheek from both sides, whimpering at feeling of it. It rubbed against his own tongue that he had been trying to hide on the bottom of his mouth, curling around it in some sort of sick dance, causing Leon to shiver with disgust at the sensation. It seemed to be trying to encourage him to join in, and the thought made Leon want to vomit.

It pulled away for a moment, perhaps to breathe, and Leon tried desperately to use this chance to shut his mouth again. It was pointless, of course, the grip between his jaw was too tight, and their mouths were separated for only a few seconds before the behemoth was pressing them together again and forcing his tongue back inside.

Leon sobbed against the behemoth’s mouth, only to receive some sort of satisfied grunt in return. He could feel the vibration of it against his lips, he could feel the vibration in his tongue as the behemoth brought its own against his. He hated how pleased the bastard sounded.

He wanted to fight it, he wanted so desperately to fight it, but he couldn’t quite breathe, and the pain was dizzying. He let his arms fall weakly so his side, and he stopped trying to bite down, even opening his mouth wider to try relieve the strain against his jaw.

The response was instant. The hand around his neck loosened once more, and the fingers on his cheek relaxed, sliding down simply to rest on his chin again.

It was a clear message, obedience was rewarded, struggling was punished.

Leon sobbed, wishing he was still brave enough to simply bite down now that he had the chance.

But he didn’t. he kept his mouth open like the behemoth wanted, letting it kiss him as it desired, letting its tongue press eagerly against his own in a twisted dance. Even with how cold the behemoth’s tongue was his mouth was beginning to feel so hot, and Leon despised the feeling of it.

He must have done something truly abhorrent in a past life to deserve this.

He kept his eyes shut tight through it all, tears slipping through the corners despite his best efforts. So uselessly he tried to block everything out, so uselessly he tried to ignore all the sensations and disgust overwhelming him.

When the behemoth finally pulled away again Leon could not help the way he quickly gritted his teeth, desperate to keep the behemoth from kissing him again, even as his heart spasmed in fear of how he could be punished. But rather than grip his cheeks again it simply squeezed his chin, and Leon hated clearly he now understood the meaning of the action.

Look at me, was the silent demand.

And he obeyed, as much as he hated to do so, as much as it made him feel pathetic.

Those white eyes, so full of need, stared back at him, and Leon wanted so desperately to look away.

“You- you had your fun,” Leon croaked out, “just let me go already.”

He was starting to sound like a broken record, repeating the same plea over and over, to a creature that he wasn’t even sure could understand him.

The hand on his throat moved away, and for a second Leon felt hope that his plea had been answered, only for that dread to sink back in as the behemoth looked down and grabbed at one of the straps on his bulletproof vest, pulling harshly on it and filling the air with the familiar sound of hook-and-loop fasteners tearing apart.

“No no no, stop!” Leon begged, a cold horror beginning to settle in his chest as he moved quickly to try and stick down the strap again.

He didn’t like that it was trying to undress him, he didn’t want to think about what that implied.

He’d barely gotten his hand on the strap before suddenly his wrist was being harshly squeezed again and pulled up. Leon choked back a pained sound, his other hand coming up to try pull the behemoth’s hand away from his wrist mostly as a reflex, not because he thought he could actually succeed. With an annoyed grunt those fingers moved away from his chin, and Leon very quickly had both wrists trapped within each of the behemoth’s hands.

As pointless as it was, Leon still tried desperately to pull his hands free, writhing furious against the desk.

“Fuck you,” he spat, his terror showing itself as anger now, “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. Let me go, let me fucking go!”

The behemoth effortlessly pulled his hands together, and Leon cried out in anger and fear as the behemoth so easy shifted its grip on him so it was holding both of his wrists in a single large hand. Leon froze, feeling his breath get stuck in his throat, before the air was suddenly forced out as his wrists together were both gripped tightly and roughly forced down onto the desk above his head, the pain making him cry out again. 

The behemoth was quick to begin tearing off the remainder of the straps now that Leon was completely subdued, and Leon couldn’t hold back the sob that fell from his lips.

“Please,” he begged, “s-stop.”

He was ignored of course, and the behemoth pulled on the front of his vest, making a satisfied sound and it moved freely without the straps.

Leon only had a moment to wonder just how the behemoth planned to get the vest off him fully when suddenly the hand around his wrist was pulling him up, forcing his upper body to hang there diagonally, only the grip on his wrists keeping him supported. The way the world lurched and blurred around him from the sudden movement was disorientating, and Leon had to draw in some quick breaths to try calm the way his head was spinning.

The behemoth held Leon’s hands up and out in front of him as it let go of the front of the vest and instead grabbed the back, which was no longer stuck between Leon’s body and the desk, pulling it up and over Leon’s shoulders, over his head, lifting it up then and turning it to the side so the front section was pulled roughly through the gap between Leon’s arms.

Like his guns before the vest was thrown away without a care, and just like that, Leon was rendered even more helpless.

He wanted to feel relieved that he still had two more layers, he wanted to feel grateful that he was still somewhat protected, but that sick feeling in his gut was only growing stronger, and a voice in the back of his mind was screaming that this was not the end.

Because of course it wasn’t, and that was quickly made very clear when he was pushed down harshly against the desk again. The wind was pushed out of him from the impact, and he groaned with pain as he tried to regain his bearings. He didn’t even notice that his wrists had been released until he felt two hands grabbing the front of his shirt.

“N-no, wait!” Leon protested, far too late, as the behemoth pulled roughly, tearing his shirt open as the buttons were ripped from their strings from the force.

Leon didn’t even bother to argue when his final shirt was grabbed, simply whimpering pathetically as it was torn open as well.

The cold that hit his bare skin was instantaneous, and Leon shivered as the behemoth pulled the remains of his shirts as open as it could get them, trying to reveal as much of his body as possible.

He looked up to see those white eyes staring at his exposed skin so intensely, those cold eyes somehow looking so hot with need, and Leon sobbed as he knew that he could no longer try to ignore the fact that he knew exactly what this creature wanted with him.

The behemoth’s hands slipped off of the remains of his shirts, its fingers spread out wide as its hands starting sliding appreciatively over his bare chest with its cold leather, making such a soft and pleased sound in the back of its throat. Leon felt disgust surge through him, felt bile teasing at his throat, and he shut his eyes tight again, turning his head away as he whimpered miserably.

The sound stopped immediately, and as soon as Leon felt one hand leave his chest he knew exactly where he would feel it next. He was already beginning to turn his head to face forwards again before he felt the grip on his chin, his eyes falling open as some sort of newly ingrained instinct. He hated it, especially when the behemoth did not even bother to punish him this time, simply started making that pleased little purr, and leaned in close to kiss him again. Leon didn’t open his mouth for the monster, but he also didn’t clench his teeth again. Simply let it push its tongue inside, even as his mind screamed at him to fucking fight back.

The hand on his chin moved away, satisfied with his obedience, and returned to feeling up his chest. Thankfully this kiss was short, and it pulled away to gaze down at his exposed body again, watching as soft skin was pressed in under the weight of its touch. It seemed so enamoured with him, so appreciative at how he was exposed below it, and it made Leon feel sick.

He wanted to look away, wanted so desperately to have the strength to disobey the creature, but he couldn’t seem to force his gaze away, not when the fear of pain, and the fear of being choked again, was rendering his whole body weak. Not when his previous attempts to struggle and disobey had all been so useless.

And then the behemoth leaned down again, and Leon sobbed with utter disgust as the creature kissed at the area below his jaw, leaving wet spots on his skin that froze under the cold air as it left a trail of kisses down his neck. That disgust quickly twisted into horror though, as it suddenly bit down.

“Don’t-” Leon panicked, his hands flying up to grab at the creature’s head to try pull it away from him.

It didn’t budge though, hardly seemed to react to his struggling, as it sucked on the skin on his neck, teasing the flesh between its teeth but not actually piercing through, and Leon cried out with a sound that was far too similar to a moan for his own liking.

He despised that pleased sound that the behemoth made at that, and his relief at his neck being released was short lived when the creature simply moved down to above his collarbone and repeated the action there. It sucked and bit at his skin, bruising him, marking him, and the thought almost made Leon retch. He struggled harder, trying to push the creature away from him, shoving it with all the strength he could muster. Only, this time, he was not ignored. The behemoth suddenly bit down harder, and Leon cried out in anguish as he felt his skin tear under the force. That only made him push more desperately, his panic overwhelming him before his thoughts could catch up, which in turn made the creature bite even harsher, and Leon was certain he could feel the blood being sucked out from his veins. He sobbed deliriously from the pain, and his strength left him, his arms falling against the desk once more. Immediately the behemoth stopped biting him, simply moving down to start sucking another mark into his chest now. And when it bit down gently again, when it tried to mark him again, Leon simply let it.

He could feel the vibrations from that pleased purr against his skin, but he was too exhausted to even hate the sensation. He could feel blood seeping over his collarbone, and all he could think about was how it was his own fault for struggling. He could not bring himself to tear his gaze away as the creature continued to mark him, not wanting to upset the monster again so quickly. He felt nauseous, and he could not tell if it was because of how disgusted he felt, with himself and with the creature, or if it was simply because of how he was struggling to breathe through shaking and strained breaths.

Suddenly those white eyes looked up to meet his, and Leon swore he could fucking see the victorious glint that shone through them as the creature found him staring back.

“I’ll kill you,” Leon spat, but there was no strength in his voice, no real venom, the words were hardly a whisper, “I’ll fucking kill you.”

If the creature did understand his empty threat it did not show it, it still looked so fucking pleased.

It kept that eye contact with him as it brought its mouth down to his chest again, and Leon whined out with shock and revulsion as he felt cold lips clamp down around his nipple.

“Wh-What-” Leon stuttered out, but the rest of the sentence was quickly forgotten, as the creature began to suck, and a horrified and drawn out moan was forced from Leon’s throat.

He threw his head back far too harshly against the desk, his eyes shutting tightly to hold back hot tears. His whole body was shaking again, his hands clenched into fists so tightly that his fingernails were painful against his palm.

But the creature offered him no reprieve, and Leon sobbed as he felt that wet tongue pressing against the sensitive nub, rubbing up against it and then flicking it in a way that had Leon’s whole body tensing, some sort of heat surging in his veins.

It teased him like that for a few seconds more, making him writhe and shiver from the touch, but then he felt those fingers on his chin again, and Leon shook his head as much as the grip on him would allow it.

“I- I can’t-” he sobbed; it was too much.

The grip tightened, as Leon knew it would, but it was clear that the hold was still restrained, simply a warning rather than an actual punishment. But still the touch still hurt, likely from the bruising that was already there, and Leon’s heart felt like it stopped for a moment with how tight his chest restricted around it, his fear filling him with a coldness that almost had him convinced that he was already dead.

It was that terror that forced his eyes open, it was that terror that forced him to meet the behemoth’s white eyes again even through his tears, it was that terror that forced him to allow this monster to train him like some sort of dog.

It looked pleased, of course it fucking looked pleased, but Leon wasn’t expecting the way those fingers moved off his chin, sliding instead to gently cup his cheek in some way that could only be described as some messed up attempt to comfort him. Leon was barely able to keep the bile in his throat from spilling out. He flinched as he felt one of the creature’s fingers press gently against the corner of his eye, wiping away his tears, Leon realised bitterly.

The monster gave him a few seconds to breathe, likely his rewards for his obedience, before it once again leaned down to his chest, this time taking his previously ignored nipple into its mouth. Leon sobbed at the sensation, but even as the monster’s hand moved away from his face he did not look away. He kept eye contact with the behemoth as it sucked and teased at his nipple, he kept eye contact even as a strange warm he wanted to ignore began to flourish in his chest, he kept eye contact even as a hand came up to start rubbing and pinching his other nipple. He watched, and he felt, as his nipples were touched in a way they never had before, as they were toyed with in a way that had no right feeling like… this.  The eye contact was only broken when the creature suddenly pinched his nipple between its teeth and pulled, and Leon’s body tensed and shuddered and arched back as a scream tore out from his throat.

He looked back as quickly as he could manage though, even as his mind was swimming and pounding against his skull, even as his vision was blurred and he couldn’t even begin to process the shapes in front of him.

He looked back because it was instinct now.

He couldn’t see the monster’s satisfaction, not when his eyes were open but he saw nothing, but he could feel the vibrations of that pleased purr against his abused nipple, and he knew the monster was happy with his obedience.

It made him want to act out with pure spite, made him want to struggle more just to disappoint this bastard. But he didn’t, of course, he was too much of a coward to do anything except let the monster touch him as it desired.

That cold mouth was off his nipple now, but that tongue remained, flicking the sensitive nub back and forward in a way that had Leon’s toes curling, his face flushing with heat. The creature was twisting his other nipple so teasingly between its fingers, never quite crossing that threshold into pain, but walking that line with a delicacy that Leon wouldn’t have thought possible from such a brutish creature.

His breathing was heavy, shaking, each breath drawn out as he struggled to try and quell his nausea. But then Leon heard it, heard the way his voice ever so slightly laced each strained exhale, and he realised with disgust and shame that he was moaning.

He was certain then that he was going to be sick as repulsion surged into the deepest pit of his stomach, and the hand that flew up to cover his mouth was both to stop the horrid noises that were coming out of him and to stop himself from throwing up.

With his sight having cleared somewhat he immediately saw the flash of annoyance that shone over the behemoth’s eyes, and Leon’s heart spasmed with despair at the certainty that this monster would not allow him even this.

It gave him a few seconds to correct his mistake, but Leon refused to move his hand away. He couldn’t stand to hear those pathetic sounds he was making; he didn’t want to think about what those noises meant.

The pain that followed his defiance was expected off course, but being prepared for it didn’t make it hurt any less as the monster bit down on his nipple again, far more harshly than it had before. Leon shrieked at the searing hot pain that enveloped him, the sound muffled from his hand but still so fucking loud. His other hand joined in with the first one in a useless attempt to try and stop the noise at his mouth, and the way he clawed at his own face in frantic desperation only added to his pain. The monster pulled, and Leon’s stubborn resilience lasted for barely a second more before he tore his hands away with a desperation that almost broke him, his fingers moving to grip tightly at the edges of the desk in a pathetic attempt to keep himself grounded to something.

But, unlike before, the monster did not immediately release him or even ease its grip. It kept its teeth tight around his nipple, clamping together so harshly that Leon was horrified it might tear through.

“I’m sorry,” Leon begged desperately, “I’m sorry, s-stop- please-”

A few more seconds passed, and then finally the monster took mercy on him, relaxing the grip of its teeth, giving the abused nub one last little flick with its tongue before taking its mouth off him. It exhaled out softly against his chest, its cold breath was freezing against his wet nipple, and Leon shivered at the dichotomy of the sensation, the way that utter coldness on his skin made his insides feel so hot.

He lied there, panting, sobbing, still keeping eye contact with the monster despite how badly he wanted to curl into a ball and cry. The look the behemoth gave him was somehow so clear, and it didn’t even need to speak for Leon to know exactly why his punishment had not ended immediately after his obedience.

You’ve had enough chances, was what that look told him, you should know to behave.

Leon’s next breath died in his throat, misery stabbing so deep into his chest. But the monster must have seen the understanding in his expression, mixed in with that agony, must have felt certain it got its point across, as its eyes relaxed then, once again seeming more pleased.  

And then the creature stood up straight again, and Leon watched, confused, as it lifted both arms and began removing its gloves. The thought occurred to Leon then that it no longer had a hold on him, that for the first time since his capture he was not being held down either by its body or its hands. His heart stopped, and suddenly he was not breathing anymore.

He could escape. He could escape, he could escape, he could escape.

He just needed to run right now, he just needed to run and never stop. He could be free of this; he could get away. He just needed to run. Right. Fucking. Now.

But his body didn’t move, refused to move, and Leon suddenly felt so hollow.

He wasn’t even sure what it was that kept him in place. His fear of how he would even survive out there without his weapons? His fear that that he wouldn’t be fast enough to get away? His fear of how horrifically he would be punished? 

He didn’t know, his mind felt so empty, he felt so fucking pathetic. He just lied there, unmoving, not even flinching when those now bare, cold, hands were on him again, gripping his hips and drawing circles into his skin with its thumbs.

And then the monster looked at him with a satisfaction that was far stronger than any of the looks it had given him before, and Leon realised miserably that this had been a test.

And he had passed with flying colours.

He had always been a good student. He never thought he would curse that fact. And now he was trapped again, his one chance of freedom completely wasted, ignored. But he was so exhausted with struggling, he didn’t even know if he regretted it or not.

Then those hands on his hips shifted instead to grab the waistband of his pants, and Leon knew immediately that he did indeed regret it.

“You can’t,” Leon protested weakly, his voice frantic and high with desperation, “I’m a man, it- it won’t work- please! You can’t do this!”

Once again, the monster gave no indication that it had even heard him, and Leon sobbed as it gave an experimental tug on his pants. It seemed to realise rather quickly that the belts were not going to make that an easy task, and Leon could only stare in cold horror as it began undoing them. It worked on the utility belt first, slipping it off and placing it aside on the desk, and then it undid his other belt, only this one was thrown aside on the floor.

It was mortifying to watch, especially when he was doing absolutely nothing to stop this except for uselessly begging. He felt like he was complicit, it felt like he was accepting this, and he fucking hated that he couldn’t even convince himself that that was not the truth. He didn’t want this; he didn’t want to just let this happen, but he was trapped the moment that monster had gotten a hold of him, his fate had been sealed the second he was in its grasp. Everything that followed was inevitable, and he no longer had the strength to fight it.

A defeated whimper fell from his lips as the monster took hold of his pants again, and when it began to tug them down this time it was far more successful. Leon sobbed as more skin was exposed, sobbed at the way the monster lifted his hips up as it pulled to make undressing him easier, sobbed as he just let it tug his pants down to his knees. It stopped there, and Leon once again saw it appraising his bare skin, staring down at his thighs with a satisfaction and approval that made Leon feel ill. 

But he still had a final layer, and Leon was unsurprised, but still completely and utterly fucking mortified, as the creature took hold of his underwear and began to pull them down to his knees as well.

“Stop-” Leon begged with a choked off sound, “No more-”

His words died in his throat as he felt that cold air against his dick, and that bile once again felt heavy in his throat as he realised that he had gotten half hard from all that previous touching.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he had known that already, had felt it already. But to actually see the evidence, to have it so obvious and unmistakable before him, it made it impossible to deny any further that the heat he had felt had in fact been pleasure. It made it possibly to deny that he’d enjoyed the way this putrid monster had been touching him.

Hesitantly, Leon glanced back up at those horrible white eyes and was entirely unsurprised to see just how fucking pleased the monster was looking down at his half hard cock. It leaned down, its strong hands gripping him just below his hips, and Leon whimpered as he felt a cold and satisfied huff of air against his dick. It was only a small mercy when it did not actually touch him there, instead moving down to place a kiss on his inner thigh below it. Leon braced himself as much as possible, knowing what was coming, gritting his teeth to try hold back a sob as the monster bit down gently on his skin again. He wasn’t ready, however, for the way that bite sent a jolt straight to his dick, and in the end a desperate sob still pulled itself from his throat.

Though, he knew to call it a sob was disingenuous, he knew that repulsive sound that fell was his lips was a moan.

He felt those familiar vibrations against his skin again, the monster obviously happy with the noises it was forcing out of him, and Leon wanted nothing more than to tear out his own vocal cords so he would stop moaning like some kind of fucking needy whore.  

The behemoth seemed to take great joy in marking him, kissing and sucking and biting him until soft purple and vibrant pink began to blemish the previous unmarred cream skin. The colours reminded him of the early moments of dusk, of the colours that would paint the clouds as the sun was almost completely hidden beyond the horizon. He might have found the marks pretty if he wasn’t so utterly horrified and disgusted.

It didn’t matter what he thought though, because the monster definitely found the marks beautiful, and it trailed a wonky line of them down his thigh, sometimes biting down harder, but never enough to actually hurt him. It kept eye contact with him the entire time, and Leon theorised bitterly that it was watching his reaction, judging how much pressure was too much, seeing how hard it had to bite him to get that pleasured flush to blossom in his cheeks, seeing what way it had to suck on his skin to force Leon have to bite his lip to keep himself from moaning.

His suspicions were confirmed when the monster moved to his other thigh and the spot it chose to place its mouth, the way it bit him so perfectly, the way it sucked the skin roughly at the same time, and the way it pulled on his flesh only so slightly, all had Leon’s eyes rolling back into his skull as a needy whine slipped though his teeth.

It was humiliating, and the sound ended with a pathetic sob as Leon realised that he was definitely hard now. He could just feel it, he could feel it and he hated it.

Then he felt one of the monster’s thumbs tap his skin a couple of times, and somehow Leon just knew that it was a gentle reminder to look at it again. It seemed merciful at least, that it didn’t immediately punish him for looking away, perhaps too pleased with his needy response to care, or perhaps realising that it only had itself to blame for Leon’s involuntary reaction. Either way, Leon wasn’t going to wait for it to get angry, and dizzily he brought his gaze back to the monster’s white eyes. It gave him an approving stare, one that was obvious even as the rest of its face remained unchanged, and it kissed his skin gently again in a way that Leon could only assume was meant to be a reward. How revolting.

It’s gaze then shifted for a moment, looking over at his now hard dick, breathing its cold breath against it before returning its stare to meet Leon’s, and Leon sobbed when he realised that the monster was trying to make him look too. Trying to force him to witness the proof of his pleasure and arousal, trying to show off just how wonderfully his body was responding to its touch.

The sheer humiliation made his face flush hot, shame blazing like a searing flame inside his chest, tears prickling warm in his eyes as the utter disgust he felt towards himself made him want to cry.

“Fuck you,” Leon hissed through his teeth.

He needed to feel like he was still resisting in some way, needed it to be clear, to both the monster and himself, that he was not compliant to any of this. But he knew the words lacked any real bite, especially when there was no action behind them. They were simply hollow sounds that did very little to stop the self-loathing that was clawing into his chest.

And it was clear that the behemoth also knew just how empty those words were, as it then let out another huff of breath, this time laced with a tone that almost made it sound... amused.  

Leon once again found himself so fucking angry at himself for not shooting this bastard just one more time.

The monster then moved one hand to rest gently over his stomach, not quite with enough weight to be holding him down, but with the clear intention of keeping him from making an attempt to escape. Its other hand reached over towards an area on the desk, and Leon frowned with confusion as he saw it grabbing his utility belt. He watched as the creature brought it over, felt the weight of it as the belt was brought over to the hand that was resting on his stomach. He felt knuckles against his skin as the creature flipped its hand so the back of it was now resting on him, so its fingers were free to rifle through the pouches on the belt, and Leon’s frown only deepened.

What could he possibly have that would be of interest to this creature?

He wasn’t sure what to think when the monster took out his two cans of first aid spray, casually throwing the belt away afterwards. It put one can aside on the desk, keeping one still within its grasp, and then both hands moved to rest over Leon’s stomach, knuckles pushing down gently against soft skin.

Leon watched, baffled, as the creature pointed the nozzle at its own fingers, watched as it released some generous sprays against its uninjured skin, and flinched as he felt some of the excess fall coldly onto his stomach. The behemoth put the can back down and rubbed its fingers together then, as though testing the feel of the liquid, and Leon found himself unable to entirely process the sight.

What the fuck was the creature even doing?

He didn't have long to ponder that thought however, as that wettened hand was moving now, and Leon froze at the way it was slipping between his legs.

“Don’t!” he protested, the words slipping out in his panic.

He pressed his legs tightly together, so much so that his knees ached under the pressure, trying to trap the monster’s arm between his thighs so it could reach down no further. But his smooth skin offered no friction or grab, and the monster’s hand slipped through the grip so easily. Leon let out a miserable groan as he felt those cold wet fingers pressing against his ass, and sound that became louder and more distressed as they slipped between his cheeks.

He barely registered it when the monster moved its other hand to one of his thighs, pushing it and forcing his legs open more, too distracted was he by that strange sensation that sent a disgusted shiver up his spine as he felt a wet pressure rubbing against his hole.

“D-Don’t touch me there,” Leon begged, his voice shaking with his fear.

He was ignored, of course, and the monster kept tracing its finger around his rim, spreading that wetness onto him, trying to coax his muscles into relaxing, trying to make him ready.

And Leon’s mind was screaming.

He couldn’t let this go any further.

His hands flew up, pressing hard against the leather over the creature’s chest, as he tried desperately to push the bastard away from him. The creature didn’t even budge. In his panic Leon switched between pushing and hitting, his fists slamming so hard against the solid mass that it hurt, tears heavy in his eyes as his pathetic flailing proved to be utterly useless.

The creature gave no evidence that it even noticed his struggling, too engrossed with touching him to want to bother with punishing him again.

And then Leon felt it, felt the way those tracing motions stopped, and he knew immediately that it was too late. He felt that blunt pressure pressing harder against his hole, trying to force his body open, and in the end his body had no choice but to obey. His mind went blank for a moment, his hands gripping weakly at leather, as that thick finger began to push inside him, forcing his ring of muscle to relent to its pressure and stretching him in such a way that his mind couldn't quite decide if it hurt or not. The liquid seemed to slick the way somewhat, but even as that coldness entered his body all Leon could feel was an intense heat as his insides were forced open.

So suddenly his thoughts all seemed to return at once in a wild flurry, forcing him into a panic that had his heart beating sporadically.

“Stop!” he screamed, the desperation making his voice crack, “Please- Please! Don't do this!”

His begging did nothing to stop the monster, did nothing to stop that finger that was unyielding in its descent, slowly pressing in deeper and deeper inside him. It was only a matter of time, and Leon sobbed as he felt the full length of that thick finger inside him, the monster’s hand pressed flush against his ass. He'd never felt anything like it before, that strange tightness inside his body that left him feeling so numb and raw, that burning ache that seemed to travel up his spine, that feeling of unwelcomed fullness that felt like it was moulding his body into a new shape.

It was too much. He couldn’t breathe.

His eyes fell shut again, and his body tensed around the intrusion inside him, making it feel so much larger, which only fuelled his panic more. He gritted his teeth, barely able to hold back the way he was sobbing. His head was swimming, hot tears were rolling down his face, he felt sick.

He couldn’t take this anymore, it was too much, it was far too much, he couldn’t do this.

He didn’t notice the monster moving above him, didn’t take any notice until he felt that familiar breath against his face, heavy and cold against his skin, and Leon whimpered as he realised it was a reminder.

A reminder to open his eyes, a reminder to breathe.

As much as he hated it, as much as it humiliated him to be obedient, it was easy to do the first part, to open his eyes and gaze up at the piercing stare peering back at him. It was trying to breathe that was the harder part, trying to stop his shuddering sobs long enough to be able to take in air. His chest and throat felt so tight with his misery, disgusted bile burning in his neck. He was so dizzy, the lack of oxygen making his limbs feel light and empty, blackness seeping at the edges of his vision as though he were going to pass out. He felt another cold breath against his skin, then another, and he realised the monster was trying to coax him to match its breathing, trying to remind him of the pace he needed to properly draw in breath. Leon hated that it worked, hated that he took in a shaking inhale, and let out a broken exhale at the same time as the monster. Slowly he felt some strength return to his limbs, felt that dizziness begin to subside, as he followed the monster’s pace and breathed as it instructed him too.  

It seemed ironic in a way, that this creature who he’d been so certain was going to kill him, this creature that had nearly strangled him to death the moment it got its hands on him, was now trying to remind him to breathe, trying to keep him alive. If he wasn’t still struggling so much to take in air, if he wasn’t still so nauseous that his mind felt hazy and far away, maybe he would have laughed.

He didn’t get long to linger on those thoughts, however, as he then felt that finger start moving inside him again, slowly drawing back, and Leon let out a despairing whine as it began to push in deeply once more. The noise threw off his pace, his body tightening again with fear, and the monster leaned closer, letting out a louder huff to once again remind Leon to breathe. And Leon despised how easy it was to fall back into that rhythm, following the monster’s prompting, taking in air that forced his body to relax. That finger continued to move inside him, rocking back and forwards as it coaxed his body open more, slowly loosening his insides. With each gentle thrust the movements began to get easier, as his body began to grow used to that pressure inside him. And Leon gritted his teeth, even as he kept breathing to the monster’s pace, feeling each cold inhale seep through the tiny slivers of space between his teeth. He gritted his teeth as he felt humiliation and shame surge through him, because in the end he was still being obedient, in the end he was still letting this all happen.

He clenched his fists without any real thought as to where they were, and found his grip tightening on the monster’s coat, the leather rough against his fingers. He hated how this felt, that strange and foreign fullness, that bizarre sensation of tightness. It didn’t seem to actually hurt, but it was uncomfortable, it was weird and different, it made his insides feel so cramped and hot. He wanted it to stop.  With his grip tight on leather he once again tried to push the bastard away from him, once again tried with some pathetic attempt to get that unmovable mass to budge. It was just as effective as it had been before, and that monster remained leaning over him, and that finger remained moving inside him. It was so frustrating.

“Get out,” Leon spat, his voice struggling out along his breath.

Surprisingly, the monster took notice of him this time, staring down at him with glint of amusement, and Leon was shocked when he actually felt that finger inside him go still. He glared at the behemoth, puzzled, unsure, but then he felt the creature curl its finger inside him.

And nothing could have prepared Leon for this.

It was so sudden, the way pleasure and heat surged up inside him, the way it crashed through his nerves and spread like a flurry in his stomach. So quickly he was overcome with a feeling of boiling that erupted from the creature’s fingertip, as it touched something inside Leon that made his vision go white. His body arched forwards this time, acting instinctively to the overwhelming heat within him. His grip on the monster’s coat pulled him up, pulled the creature closer, his forehead pressed against leather as he screamed against the creature’s shoulder. His toes flexed and curled, his head shaking weakly, his body trembling violently, as the monster rubbed its finger mercilessly against that spot inside him that was causing fire in his veins. His eyes had fallen shut again, but that didn’t seem to matter with the way he was pressed up against the creature, clinging to it so desperately like it could keep him anchored in reality, like holding into something would give him some way to overcome the burning inside him. It didn’t, of course, and that heat was so unrelenting in his guts, so unyielding, getting stronger with each insistent touch from the monster’s finger. It felt like the creature was drawing circles against it, it’s touch never faltering or leaving it, the pressure simply growing stronger with each passing second as it pressed harder.

And, the worst part, the most frustrating and humiliating part, was that it felt so good. Pleasure was storming through his body mercilessly, making him shiver, making him moan, surging like electricity in his nerves. It made him dizzy with just how wonderful it felt, with how intoxicating and addictive that heat was, and he knew then that he had already been ruined.

He was never going to be able to forget this pleasure.

He sobbed through his wailing, dismayed and ashamed, as he felt a more familiar tightness beginning to blossom in his groin, as his body was being forced closer and closer to its inevitable release.

“No no no no,” he begged, his voice trembling, “Please-”

He didn’t want to cum like this, he didn’t want to be undone by this monster.

But that pleasure remained, and that heat only grew stronger as the behemoth pressed even harder against that sensitive spot, as it forced bliss and burning deeper into his being. It was overwhelming, that heat seemed to flourish on his skin as it surged up from inside him, leaving his whole body feeling so hot.

Leon let out a choked off wail, his body tightening as he was forced into that edge, his mind screaming that he was so close so close so close.

And then so suddenly that pleasure waned, that heat so quickly subsiding, as the monster’s finger finally straightened and pulled back, leaving that sensitive spot untouched, leaving him stuck on that edge.

Leon wasn’t able to stop the disappointed whine that tore itself from his throat, wasn’t able to stop the tears that became so heavy in his eyes as he was denied his release. His grip on the monster’s coat came loose, his body collapsing back against the desk, as he shivered with such need and misery. One arm came up to rest over his eyes, maybe to hide the tears, maybe to catch them, as he sobbed with disappointment and shame.

He’d been so close. But he didn’t want it. It had felt so good. But he shouldn’t want it.

His mind and body were at odds with each other, and he no longer knew which one he wanted to listen to.

“Why?” he sobbed, even though he would get no answer, “Why?” he asked again, his voice cracking, the word drawn out longer.

Then he felt fingers against his chin again, and he responded instinctively, slowly moving his arm off his face, staring up miserably at those white eyes. And something about the way the monster stared back, something about that satisfied and taunting glint in its eyes, made the answer to Leon’s question all too clear. It had simply given him what he had asked for, he had said no, repeatedly, and it had listened. And thus, by simply giving him what he had claimed to want, it had punished him.  

That was all the confirmation Leon needed that this thing did indeed understand his every word.

“Please,” he sobbed, not entirely sure what he was asking for, not entirely sure he wanted to know.

The behemoth looked satisfied, however, as though it somehow understood Leon’s psyche better than he did, as though he knew exactly what he was asking for. It leaned closer once more, and Leon felt it press its cold lips just below the corner of his eye, kissing gently at a tear that had been falling there. Another twisted little attempt to soothe him. Then its hand was moving away from his chin to find purchase on the desk, and Leon drew in a shaky breath as he felt that finger still inside him moving again. It was pulling back, staying only as deep as the first knuckle now, and Leon gasped as he felt another finger pressing against his hole, a shocked whimper falling from his lips as he felt it push inside him alongside the other digit.

Suddenly that fullness within him was so much more, and he whined in horror at the thought that his body had been stretched open enough that two of those thick fingers could fit inside him so easily.  They pressed in so deeply, and Leon wondered if, hoped that, they would push against that sensitive spot again. Those fingers pushed in as far as they could go, and then the monster began to rock them back and forwards, rougher and quicker than it had done before. Leon whined at the feel of it, whined at how full and strange his guts felt from those motions inside him, whined because the monster seemed to be very pointedly avoiding the thing it had touched before. Occasionally a finger would brush against it so briefly, the sudden little surge of pleasure forcing a surprised and needy groan out of Leon each time, but it never let those touches linger, never gave him the pleasure his body seemed to so desperately need.

And then it was spreading its fingers inside him, forcing his body to stretch open in a way that felt so bizarre, pushing his insides apart to quicken the process of preparing him. But even then it avoided that sensitive spot, spreading its fingers in a way so not to touch it, and Leon sobbed at the thought that this creature was purposefully keeping him desperate, purposefully not giving him what he needed until it had gotten what it wanted first.

Again he felt the behemoth kiss his face, pressing cold lips against his hot skin, and he realised then that he had started crying again. This time it didn’t stop at one however, as it trailed soft little kisses down his cheek, biting him gently as it reached his jawline. Leon didn’t even have the energy to be ashamed at the way he moaned in response, didn’t even really have the energy to notice the way he tilted his head back, giving the creature more access to his neck. And the monster accepted what was offered to it quite eagerly, moving down to lick a line up his throat, stopping to suck a mark over his adam’s apple, kissing and biting his neck so gently.

Leon didn’t even notice that the creature had been trying to distract him, placate him, until he felt another finger pushing inside him, and he was sure the monster could feel the vibrations of the whine that pulled itself so suddenly from his throat.  

It was harder to avoid that spot now, with so much space inside him filled with those three thick fingers. Those crashes of pleasure were more constant, lingered for just a second longer, as those fingers rocked back and forwards. But still it was not enough. Every exhale was laced with a moan, as that heat was beginning to get stronger inside him once more, and Leon sobbed as he started to rock his hips back that movement inside him, unable to resist that desperation.

The response he got for this was instantaneous, as the monster was quick to start pressing hard against that spot again, its fingers curling as it they continued to rock inside him so each movement spread fire and pleasure into his guts. It was his reward, Leon realised with a defeated sob, his reward for showing his neediness, his reward for being complicit. But even as he thought that, even as the humiliation surged so strong inside him that he felt dizzy, he could not stop the way he kept moving his hips, could not stop the way he was trying to match the movement of the fingers inside him so they would press even harder against that spot. His humiliation only grew as he began to feel a taut pressure against his knees, and he realised that he’d also been trying to spread his legs further for the monster, trying to give it better access, only to be trapped within the confines of the bundled fabrics at his knees.

But the worst part was that, even with how shameful and degrading this all was, it still was not enough. Even as the creature touched that spot more with each movement, even as it left him shivering with pleasure, it was still showing restraint. It was still only touching him enough to send tremors of heat through his nerves that would leave him riled and desperate, never enough to even bring him close to teetering on the edge again.

It was so unfair, the monster and the pleasure. Neither had any right to make Leon feel like this.

The movements were so insistent inside him, even as they slowed as the creature began to spread its fingers out more, as the creature continued to stretch his insides further. He once again had that now familiar sensation of his limits being pushed, and again he knew that those limits would end up as broken as they had before. The monster would continue to shape his body, would continue to mould him for its purpose, no matter how much his natural form protested it.

There was nothing he could do.

Deeper and deeper those fingers probed inside him, more and more they opened him, and he just had to accept it.

And it wasn’t just the heat of those fingers within him that was breaking him, it was also the pleasure in his skin as the monster continued to kiss and suck and bite his throat, continued to imprint purple bruises over bruises, layering them as it ran out of clear skin to mark. It sent ripples of heat into Leon’s flesh, it sent shivers so violently down his spine, and it helped to force desperation deeper into his core.

Then he felt another particularly rough bite against the base of his neck, and Leon groaned at the overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure, his hips bucking in response to the sensations. He certain that the creature drew blood this time, and he hated how little he cared about that fact.

But then the creature was pulling away from his throat, moving to look down at him, and Leon was sure he would find that familiar look of satisfaction in its eyes, certain that it was so awfully amused by his shameful responses. But instead he saw something else. Instead he saw a stare so piercing that it forced a stabbing coldness in his chest, instead he saw white eyes so full of need that it made his body freeze.

And, somewhere in the back of his mind, Leon wondered what the creature saw in his eyes staring back at it. Did it see his cold and overwhelming fear? Did it see his hot and burning hatred? Or did it simply see what Leon saw in return, a desperate and piercing need?

Those thoughts didn’t linger for long, as Leon felt those fingers pulling back, slipping out of his hole, and he whined much louder than he should have at that now unfamiliar sensation of emptiness that ironically filled him. His mind couldn’t quite decide of it was relieved, or if it was disappointed, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer.

He watched as the monster stood up straight again, and he flushed at the way its eyes trailed down his body, certain that it was admiring how much it had already ruined him. Just how many marks could it see in his skin? Just how pathetic did he look now? Leon could see when its gaze fell onto his dick, because for a second he could see that satisfaction he had expected to see before. He whimpered as those fingers, still so wet with liquids, brushed up ever so slightly against his dick, and he knew the monster wanted him to look again. He obeyed, that was a given at this point, and he barely held back a sound of shame as he saw a trail of precum leaking down the shaft, as he saw even more evidence of just how good this monster had made him feel.

But the monster did not tease him for long this time, it seemed its own patience was wearing thin, and Leon flinched at the way it suddenly reached for the pants and underwear bundled at his knees, both hands grabbing at the fabrics pulled taut between his legs. His eyes went wide as the monster so suddenly tugged, and so easily the materials were pulled apart, splitting down the middle between the monster’s hands, leaving Leon’s legs free to open further.

His breath died in his throat, all the wind pushed out of his lungs, as the reality of the situation was beginning to sink in again, as he watched where the monster’s hands were moving now. He stared, utterly motionless, as the creature untied the belt around its waist and pushed its coat out of the way of its crotch, stared as it began to undo the front of its pants. His mouth suddenly felt so dry, a painful tightness building in his throat, as he was left unable to breathe at the sight of the behemoth’s dick.

It hard already, standing rigid and ready, with thick veins that trailed up the shaft and precum leaking eagerly from the tip.

And it was huge. Of course it would be given the monster’s size, but this was still insane. It looked significantly wider than his forearm, and certainly much longer. There was no way something like that could fit inside him, there was just no way.

Then the creature grabbed the remaining can of first aid spray, using it to wet its cock in the same way it had done earlier with its fingers, and Leon felt ice in his veins, because this time he knew exactly what it was doing that for.

The utter fear he felt broke him out of that trance he had found himself lost in, made him realise the creature had taken both hands off him, and Leon backed away in a panic, trying to drag himself further down the length of the desk to get away from the monster before it could get a grasp on him once more. He didn’t get far though, as the creature reacted quickly, its hand shooting forwards to grip tightly, painfully, at Leon’s ankle.

“Let go!” Leon screamed, kicking at the creature’s hand with his free foot, desperately trying to break free from its iron hold, “Let go, you bastard!”

His demand was ignored, and the behemoth squeezed down harshly on his ankle, using the way Leon froze and shrieked in pain as an opportunity for its free hand to grab his other foot. Then it yanked him back, roughly dragging him across the wooden surface and forcing his legs open as it brought his ass to the edge of the desk, so he was pushed flush against its crotch. Its thick cock hung heavily over Leon’s stomach, over his own dick, making him seem so tiny in comparison, spreading wetness onto his skin. Leon sobbed, defeated and miserable, as the monster let go of his feet, as it brought its hands instead to grip at his hips, making sure he could not attempt to escape again. He couldn’t even close his legs now with the monster having placed itself between them, as his hole was left there so exposed, awaiting the creature’s will.

He could feel heavy precum dripping against his stomach, could feel the sheer size of the immense member hanging against his skin, could feel that painfully tight hold on his hips that kept him trapped, could see the way the creature was staring down at him with a mixture of desire and fury.

And it broke him.

He wanted to laugh at how stupid he had been to think for even a second that he could escape, wanted to cry and scream at how pathetic and foolish he was.

But instead, all he did was stare up at those white eyes glaring back down at him, as he said words he knew he would regret.

“Just… Just do it already.”

The words were meant to hold venom, meant to hold the spite and fury and bitterness that he felt, but they came out so breathless, they came out so needy.

And so quickly the anger in the creature’s eyes was gone, only desire and satisfaction remaining.

It wasted no time giving Leon what he had asked for. It moved back, dragging its dick down Leon’s stomach, leaving a trail of wetness on his skin, until the thick member fell between his legs. Then it lined itself up with his hole, letting precum and liquid smear against the ring of muscle. A weak sob fell from Leon’s lips at the feeling of that huge blunt pressure against him, as the sheer size of the monster’s cock became all to obvious again.

And then it actually began to push, began to actually try force itself inside, and Leon could feel his muscles resisting against the huge insertion, could feel his hole protesting its attempt to enter him. It didn’t last long however, as that pressure was insistent, and his body had no choice but to relent, to open up and let that thick head slip inside him.

And Leon whined out, a sound full of misery, a sound full of need, at that intense burning that began to spread through his muscles as they were stretched so far.

It was barely inside him, but it was already too much. His hands gripped desperately at the edges of the desk, overcome with the need to hold onto something, to keep himself grounded somehow. But the monster gave him no time to even attempt to adjust, as it just kept pressing in deeper, forcing that thick length in more and more and more. And Leon’s fingers hurt with how harshly he was digging his nails into he wood.

It was a slow descent, inch by inch the monster pressed inside, holding his hips tightly so to keep him in place, forcing his insides to stretch further around the girth, working him open bit by bit. Leon could not stop the way he was trembling, could not stop the pathetic noises that were falling from his throat, could barely keep his eyes from rolling back into his skull.

It was so big, so insanely big, and that hot pleasure was beginning to return so quickly, as that sheer size had no choice but to press so hard against that sensitive spot. Already he could feel that fire beginning to sear into his veins, so quickly he getting lost in it.

“Fuck- oh- oh fu-uck,” Leon sobbed, the words coming out as broken and choked sounds.

Then that thick cock was pressing into areas that the monster’s fingers had not been able to reach, opening him up so deep that it felt like he could feel the burning within his stomach. And Leon writhed at the sensation, feeling tears rolling down his cheeks again, his mouth hanging open as he panted and groaned so desperately.

It was hard to keep eye contact with that monster when it felt like the world was collapsing around him, when his mind felt splintered and far away, when that heat was engulfing him so mercilessly. But he managed somehow, as much as he despised the way the monster was staring back at him, looking as though it was overjoyed by the expressions of pleasure and despair on his face. He kept eye contact even as tears blurred his vision, even as his insides were stretched so impossibly wide, and it pushed deeper and deeper and deeper. Because he had no energy to fight this thing anymore.

It had already won.

A fact that became all too clear as soon as Leon felt the leather over the monster’s crotch press flush against his ass, felt that huge weight inside him so insanely deep that it felt like it was blocking the air from his lungs. He whined as that movement finally relented, stopping only because the behemoth had buried itself completely inside him, giving him everything it had to offer.

Thankfully the creature seemed willing to wait now, willing to let him get used to the feeling, but Leon was sure it was a pointless gesture, because he was certain no amount of time could truly prepare him for this.

It felt like it was splitting him apart, it felt like his body should be tearing into two, it felt like his organs were being ruined and pushed aside so to make room for the massive dick inside him. But, at the same time, it didn’t actually seem to hurt, just ached and burned. And Leon found himself bitterly thinking that it would have been better if this did hurt. It would have been better if it didn’t feel so good. There was still that constant weight against the sensitive spot inside him, leaving an unending glint of pleasure tremoring through him even with the monster no longer moving, and Leon hated how desperately he wanted to rock his hips again. He despised how difficult it was to resist the urge. Fortunately, those large hands on his hips helped make the decision easier, as Leon wasn’t sure he would be able to rock his hips even if he tried. The grip was no longer painful, but it was tight enough that he was sure the constant pressure would leave him bruised. More marks to add to the countless others.

And then that grip tightened again, ever so slightly, and that was the only warning Leon had before that thick cock was shifting inside him again, slowly beginning move back with that heavy weight dragging through his walls. But just as the tightness of his body had made it difficult for the monster to push in, it also made it difficult to pull back, as his body clenched around it instinctively, as his insides tried to close around the intrusion. Leon gasped miserably, gritting his teeth at the sensation the of movement inside him, his body shivering from the strain. The monster pulled about halfway out, and then it was once again pushing back in deep, forcing Leon’s insides to stretch open for it again, forcing another broken groan from his lips. Again it stuffed its full length inside him, made his body accept it completely, before it was pulling back again, repeating the same motion. Leon sobbed as it continued those movements, slowly pulling back, slowly pushing in, always reaching so deep inside him. It was an agonising pace. Those slow drags over that sensitive spot were enough to spark heat through his guts, but it was nowhere near enough, and Leon hated that desperation that was being so steadily forced into him.

He hated that it was getting harder to remember that he didn’t want this.

Through it all it was impossible to keep his eyes steadily open with all that heat inside him, with those surges of pleasure being rhythmically forced into his nerves. His eyes kept rolling back, his head tilting against the desk as his body arched, his eyelids slipping shut as he felt so overwhelmed. But he always made sure to look back, to stare up at the monster that was so gently fucking him open, to force his eyes open again even if he could only manage one eye, even it was for only a few moments before the next consuming hit of pleasure had him arching again. Thankfully, the behemoth seemed happy enough with that, pleased that he was still trying to be obedient despite his body’s pleasured writhing.

Leon could feel how each slow thrust was getting easier, how his body was beginning to protest the movements less and less, as his muscles were getting more used to it, as his insides were being moulded to take the creature perfectly. It was forcing him open, working his body loose, still simply preparing him so it could fuck him the way it wanted to.  

It all truly began to sink in then, the fact this monster was so far inside him, that he was being fucked like this, that he had given it permission.

Leon felt like he was breaking apart.

Already it was so much, too much, too fucking much.  But also not enough, not nearly enough.

He needed more.

He needed so much more.

He whined at the thought, biting his lip to try hold back the sound as it was forced into another desperate moan, as monster pushed its dick in deep again, as pleasure crashed through him so wonderfully.

He shouldn’t want this; he shouldn’t enjoy this. There was something wrong with him, wasn’t there? Being strangled so much had scrambled his brain, that was the only explanation.

Or, at least, that was what he told himself as he struggled against the tight grip on his hips, as he tried so desperately to rock back against those movements inside him, as he tried to force that heavy cock inside him to press harder against that sensitive spot.

The behemoth noticed immediately, Leon could see the satisfied glint in its eyes, and, just like always, it rewarded his display of need. The creature pulled back again, further than halfway this time, and then it snapped its hips forwards sharply, forcing its dick in so hard and deep and fast, sending a blistering heat up Leon’s spine. And Leon responded with a scream, a sound so high and pleasured and wanting, as his back arched hard against the table and his nail scratched painfully against wood. The monster repeated the action, shoved its dick in so harshly again, before Leon had the chance to take in air, and a choked groan was all his lungs could offer this time.

Leon desperately gasped in a breath as the monster started to pull back, only to once more have all the wind pushed out of him as he screamed again, as that thick cock thrust in so deep, as it felt like it was taking up all the space inside his body.

He was starting to feel so dizzy again, as he was struggling to breathe through his moaning, struggling to take in the oxygen his body needed. But still it felt so good, still that heat inside him felt like it was driving him insane.

Again and again that massive dick was forced so deep into his guts, its pressure and girth making that spot sear inside him. It still was a slow pace, but each thrust was brutal, with leather slamming against Leon’s ass each time the monster pounded into him, as it forced him to take its full length with each movement. Again and again his insides were stretched so wide, opened up and made to take the shape of the monster’s cock. It felt like it was being imprinted into him, like the behemoth moulding him into its perfect little toy, forcing pleasure into him only to mould his mind as well, to make him accepting of this new purpose. Again and again Leon was left screaming at each harsh movement inside him, fire spreading through him in a flurry, making it feel like heat was being etched into his very flesh.

So deep the monster fucked into him, and Leon rocked his hips back into every thrust. Unable to control his own desperation, unable to stop the part of his mind that felt like it was going manic with pleasure, unable to stop how much his body wanted to seek out more of that perfect heat.

He hated this, there was part of him that still knew that, but it was getting harder to hear.

It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fucking fair, how was he supposed to be expected to resist this

His mind felt so far away that he didn’t even realise that the one of the monster’s hands had moved off his hip, or that his eyes had fallen shut a while ago from the sheer overwhelming pleasure and misery, until he felt those fingers on his chin again, squeezing gently in warning.

Leon whimpered as he weakly forced his eyes open, struggling with how much his mind was swimming, and looked dizzily at those white eyes that were staring back at him. But then the monster pounded hard inside him again, sent heat and bliss throughout his veins, and Leon’s eyes fell shut again as his eyes rolled back, as another drawn out moan was forced from his lips.

“Please,” Leon sobbed, “Please, it’s- it’s too much,” he begged.

Those fingers on his chin tightened.

“P-Please,” Leon begged again, “It feels-” he gritted his teeth, and his next words felt like poison on his tongue, heavy and cold, “It feels too good, I- I can’t- Please-”

The behemoth went still then, his hips pulling back and stopping there, and Leon wasn’t sure if the whine that erupted from his chest was from terror or disappointment. Hesitantly, fearfully, he forced his eyes open again, expecting to see furious white eyes glaring back at him. Instead he was once again met with that piercing stare of desire, an intense look that sent a shiver down Leon’s spine.

The creature seemed to like his shameful admittance.

Leon wasn’t sure what to think when those fingers slipped off his chin, and he watched nervously as the monster instead reached over to one of his hands, gently coaxing its fingers between his hand and the desk to try and separate them. Leon whimpered, confused, but he let his grip loosen, let the monster move his hand as it desired. It slipped its fingers between Leon’s own and spread them wide, forcing Leon’s fingers to open in the same way. It moved then, shifting its hand to rest against the back of Leon’s, as it placed his palm down against his own belly. Its hand pressed down against Leon’s own to keep it held there, skin bending in under the pressure.

Leon frowned, finding himself unable to comprehend why the creature had done this.

But then the creature started to push in deep inside him again, and the answer became clear so quickly. A startled and choked sob tore miserably from Leon’s throat, his eyes falling shut again, his head shaking with disgust, as he felt it, fucking felt the movement of the behemoth’s dick against his hand, felt his skin shifting from the massive intrusion underneath.

It was utterly fucking mortifying, and Leon whined as he writhed against the pressure in his stomach, as he tried to pull his hand away from his skin, tried uselessly to use his other hand to pull the creature’s grip off him. But the monster kept him trapped there, simply pushed its hand down more and forced Leon’s palm harder against the massive girth inside him, and Leon groaned despairingly as it made that movement all the more obvious.

His skin felt trapped between two weights, aching at the overwhelming pressure crushing it from both within and from outside. The monster pushed its cock in so slowly, making sure Leon felt every movement, felt every second of his body contorting itself around its size, felt as his insides were so deeply filled. Then it pulled back just as slowly, dragging its heavy dick through his walls, shifting his skin just as horrifically from the sheer size. And it made sure Leon felt every moment of that as well, felt as his belly grew flatter again as that cock retreated back, felt the obvious different under his skin of which parts of him were full and which were not.  

It repeated the action just as slowly, moving in deep and pushing the skin up against Leon’s hand, and then pulling back, letting the skin gradually fall flat again.

This was a compromise, Leon realised miserably as he gave up on fighting the creature’s hold, this was the monster's way of showing mercy. If he wasn't going to look, if he wasn’t going keep his eyes open as the creature wanted, then at the very least going to feel it.

And he did, oh God, he felt it so much more. The pressure against his insides, the increased weight from his hand being pushed down on them, somehow made that thick dick inside him feel bigger. It felt like his guts were being compacted in, leaving so little space within them, making that huge girth all the more intrusive. It was already so massive inside him, already opening him so immensely, but now it felt like so much more, and Leon’s mind was screaming.

The monster made a few more drawn out thrusts inside him, slow and tormenting movements that gave Leon no choice but to focus on that grotesque shifting in his skin and that huge length in his guts. But then suddenly it bucked its hips forwards harshly, and Leon shrieked as he felt that rapid movement against his hand, felt how quickly his insides had to expand open as that massive girth was shoved inside. And then he felt it again and again, as the monster picked up its pace, beginning to fuck into him so much faster.

Its movements were brutal, slamming its cock so harshly inside him, then pulling back just as quickly only to force its dick hard into him again. In and out, in and out, so rapidly, so quickly. Again and again Leon’s body was filled and then emptied, his skin shifting at every moment underneath, his insides feeling like they were bruising within him. He screamed at every thrust, barely getting the chance to breathe before the next sound was being forced out of him. The pace was just too much.

His body arched and writhed, trembled and shivered, as the monster fucked him mercilessly, as it used him like he was nothing more than a hole for its pleasure. His nails began to dig harshly into his own skin, so roughly that he feared he might tear through, might rip open his own flesh during his convulsions. His other hand gripped desperately at the monster’s wrist, not to try pull it off, but just so it had something to hold onto as he was losing himself in the sensation. And even with how tightly he shut his eyes he could still feel tears slipping out, feeling so cold as they rolled down against his hot flushed skin.

It was overwhelming. It was humiliating. It was wrong.

But it still felt so good.

His body was scorching as that spot inside him was abused with every moment, as that thick cock inside him struck it so fiercely each time it slammed so deep into his guts. It felt like magma was crawling slowly through his veins, while electricity surged into his nerves. It felt like his whole body was burning inside. Pleasure was forced deeper and deeper into his being as that monster fucked him senseless, and need was being etched into his very flesh as that pleasure crashed through his guts.

He couldn’t help the way his legs were so weakly trying to wrap around the monster’s hips, struggling to find a proper perch with how massive it was. He couldn’t help the way his body was instinctively trying to pull the source of his pleasure closer. So quickly he was returning to that edge again, so desperately was his body seeking that release. It felt like an obsession, it felt like thing else in the world mattered. He needed it, he needed it like he had never needed anything else before. It made him feel deranged.

Somehow, in this state, that movement under his hand, that shifting in his skin, no longer felt so grotesque and horrific. Feeling the sheer size of the cock inside his body, feeling that thing that was forcing this pleasure so deep into him, it was now making him feel hot in a way he couldn’t even begin to comprehend. So even when the monster moved its hand away, no longer leaving Leon’s trapped there, he still kept his own hand lying there over his belly, still kept pressing down against his skin.

He wasn’t entirely that he was doing this, and didn’t really notice the monster’s other hand moving off of his hip, until he felt both of its hands pushing down against his shoulders, trapping his body there and bracing its balance as it leaned down closer to him. He felt its breath against his skin, and by instinct Leon weakly opened his eyes, even with how difficult it was through his writhing and screaming. He looked up at white eyes, and this time he was certain they both held the same gaze of utter need.

He didn’t know what came over him, he didn’t know what he was doing when that word tore out of his throat.

“Please-”

It struggled out with his screaming, it was laced so heavy with pleasure and desperation, and the monster looked so proud.  

Then it slammed its cock inside him at a different angle, a shorter but harder thrust, one that seemed to hit directly against that certain spot within him. And immediately Leon felt fire spewing inside him, felt his body pushed so mercilessly to that edge, teetering so close so close so fucking close. His eyes fell shut as the monster began to fuck him just like that, hitting that spot with every thrust, seemingly only caring now about bringing him to his release, seemingly only caring about forcing that pleasure even deeper into his core.

This was his reward for being compliant, for being complicit. This was his reward for begging.

It was so much. Leon was left screaming, dizziness once again claiming him with how little he was able to breathe, his chest feeling so empty while everything else within him felt so full. Both his hands ended up gripping desperately at the arms pinning him down, clawing at leather as his body writhed, as he seemed to lose all control of his limbs as pleasure overwhelmed him. The heat was like a blistering scorch inside him, flaring and burning into his guts, shuddering throughout his body with every rough strike against that spot. He felt like he was drowning in that heat, sinking into pleasure and bliss, his breath failing him as he was dragged deeper into those depths.

He didn’t last much longer at that pace, and Leon threw his head back harshly against the desk, a loud and high scream tearing from his chest, as finally he was pushed to that edge, as his climax crashed through his body like a storm. It was an onslaught of pleasure that surged through every nerve in his body, it was utter bliss that was writing itself into his soul. He convulsed as that heat seared his insides, as it spilled from him and left him shaking. His body tensed with his pleasure, squeezing down so harshly on that huge dick inside him, making it feel so massive.

It felt amazing. He’d never felt this good before, he’d never felt such utter euphoria like this.

His whole body seemed to be pulled taut from the bliss, strung up as that pleasure sparked through him. And then so suddenly that pressure was released, and his body fell limp against the desk, his limbs feeling boneless and numb.

And so suddenly it was too much again, as the monster continued to fuck into him, returning back to those longer and harsher thrusts. Leon’s body felt so raw now, so sensitive and overstimulated, and he whined loudly in protest as his insides ached with every movement inside him, as it burned in a way that didn’t feel like pleasure.

The monster seemed to pity him somewhat, if the hand that moved to caress the side of his face so gently was to be any indication. But there was a desperation that was evident in how it was pounding its dick inside him, with much more erratic movements that made it clear the monster was seeking out its own release. It was thrusting into him so desperately, roughly, mercilessly. It was barely pulling out before slamming its cock in so hard inside him, its pace feeling so disjointed and manic as it was overcome with its own need.

Leon whined again as another particularly rough thrust inside him made a painful ache tremor up his spine, but the sound was cut short as the monster was suddenly pressing their lips together, its tongue so easily slipping into Leon’s mouth with how it was hanging open. Leon whimpered at the sensation, a sound that turned into another whine as he was fucked into again, a sound that was muffled against the monster’s mouth. The creature pressed their tongues together, and Leon tiredly pressed his tongue back against it in return, far too gone in the mixture of euphoria and exhaustion and pain to even care about being ashamed.

It was trying to distract him, vaguely Leon was aware of this, vaguely he was grateful.

The monster continued to kiss him like this as it fucked him harshly, as it desperately sought out pleasure, continued to thrust so hard inside him again and again and again. Then suddenly it slammed its dick in so deep, as far into Leon’s body as it could reach, and then it went still. And Leon could feel it, could feel as hot cum began to spill so far into his guts, releasing so heavy within him. More and more of that hot liquid pulsed out inside him, spilling out into the depths that even the monster’s cock couldn’t reach, leaving him feeling so impossibly full. The monster started grinding his dick into him so slowly and gently, milking itself of all it had to offer, making sure to spill every last drop of cum inside Leon’s body.

Leon sobbed into the monster’s mouth at the feeling, the sound becoming clearer as the monster pulled away. The creature must have been exhausted too, as Lean felt its forehead press down against his own, felt the monster’s heavy breathing against his skin as it tried to catch its breath.

It didn’t remain like that for long however, and Leon hadn’t really recovered from his exhaustion at all when he suddenly felt the monster shifting above him, felt it moving its hands off of him. He mostly ignored it as the monster pulled away, too tired too care, too sleepy to really notice. But then the monster was drawing its hips back, and Leon whimpered weakly at the feeling of that heavy cock dragging out of his sensitive insides, whimpered at how much his hole was struggling to close again after how much it had been stretched open. It was such a foreign sensation now, being empty like this, and even in his tired state Leon absolutely despised that thought.

He was about to drift off, to lose himself in slumber, when he suddenly felt those hands on him again, hands that were once again covered in leather. He whimpered weakly in protest but could do absolutely nothing as the monster pulled him closer, as it was trying to make him sit up, shifting his body in a way that had cum beginning to leak out of him.

“We’re done here,” Leon slurred out tiredly, “Leave me alone.”

Then suddenly it was hooking its arms under him, and Leon’s chest heaved as he was picked up.

What the fuck was it doing?

He didn’t even have the strength to wriggle, didn’t have the energy to try get free from its hold, still barely had the energy to even remain awake. He struggled to get a single eye open.

The creature began walking, and Leon felt his heart racing as he saw it was drawing closer to the door. But then it turned, instead taking him deeper into the S.T.A.R.S office, and Leon felt relief seep through him.

It wasn’t trying to kidnap him then.

He knew he shouldn’t relax, not when the creature still had him in its arms, but he was just so exhausted, he could barely even stay awake. He couldn’t help it as he let his eye fall shut again.

The next thing he was aware of was a sudden and unwelcomed coldness against his skin, and he flinched at the sensation, a soft whimper falling from his lips. It took him a while to regain himself enough to be able to click to the fact that the monster had put him down again, and then it was a few more seconds after that before he realised that he was lying on the floor. It was hardly comfortable. The surface was extremely cold and hard, his body was ragged and aching, and he could feel the creature’s cum leaking out of him, sticking disgustingly against his skin.

But he didn’t care, he was just so fucking tired.

It was the sound of those familiar footsteps that forced some more awareness into him again, and he opened his eyes drowsily as he watched the creature walking away, leaving him alone in what appeared to be the armoury. Part of him could hardly believe it, that the monster was really just going to let him go free after that, that it wasn’t even going to kill him like it had originally intended.

It… It really was finally over.

He let his eyes fall shut again, still feeling far too exhausted to bother with watching the creature leave. So quickly his consciousness was failing him, and sleep was tugging at his mind, it felt like he was already drifting away.

And it was because of that that he didn’t really notice when those heavy footsteps stopped far too soon.  

Then, just as slumber seemed to finally claim him, another familiar sound rang out. It was a sudden noise, a loud and deep tone, a sound that had Leon’s eyes heart stopping.

It awoke him immediately, his eyes flying open in a panic, and his body screamed with exhaustion and pain as he tried desperately to force himself to his feet, as he struggled to get into his hands and knees at the very least, as he struggled to even fucking move.

But it was too late, of course it was too late. He’d barely even lifted himself onto his elbows before the armoury door was sliding shut, leaving him unable to do anything but stare in utter horror at the closed bars.

He was trapped.

Fear and panic forced him into an adrenaline, gave him just enough strength to pull himself up to his knees and lean against the boxes along the wall. He stared, confused and dismayed, at the monster on the other side of the grate, saw it standing before the computer with its hand now moving away from the keyboard. He watched as it pulled the USB from the tower, and then it paused as its eyes met with his, seemingly surprised that he had managed to move at all.

“Let me out of here!” Leon screamed at the bastard, his voice breaking with his desperation “You- You can’t just leave me in here! Please!” he begged, fat tears beginning to drip down his face, “Open this door!”

The creature continued to stare for a moment, and for a second Leon had hope that maybe it was considering his request. But then he saw that victorious glint in its eyes, and he watched miserably as it made a show of lifting the USB to bring his attention to it, only to then close its fingers around the small item, leaving it encased safely in its fist.

Leon’s blood felt like it was running cold, as he could do nothing but watch the monster turn and walk away, those footsteps slowly getting quieter and quieter with distance.

“No! Wait!” Leon pleaded again, even as he knew it was useless, “Come back! Please! Please! Don’t leave me here!” his voice lost all strength, his next words sounding so small, “Please, come back.”

He heard the door to the S.T.A.R.S. office fall shut, and then reality began to sink in deep like a pit.

He was trapped, the monster had sealed him in here and taken the only key. After everything he had been through, after that agony he had endured, he wasn’t even going to be able to escape. It didn’t feel fair, none of this felt fair. He was meant to get out of this hell hole, he was meant to reach that parking pass and find Claire, he was meant to get to freedom.

But now he was caged, and there was nothing he could do about it.

The thought broke him.

He collapsed against the floor again, his strength failing him, his exhaustion overwhelming him once more. His body curled up into itself, his arms wrapping tightly around his own chest. His heart felt so cold and tight, felt like it was pumping ice into his veins, and it hurt. It fucking hurt. He tried to breathe, tried desperately to gasp in air through his pathetic sobbing, but it felt like he was suffocating, felt like he was taking in no oxygen no matter how many times he inhaled. Everything hurt, and he just couldn’t take it anymore.

He was falling apart.

A foolish voice in his head told him that he was going to die in here, that no one would find him, and he would be left to slowly wither away and rot. But he bitterly laughed that thought away, a noise that sounded so foreign amidst his gasping and sobbing.

He knew that starving to death in this prison would be a mercy, because he knew that the monster did not trap him in here for no reason. It was going to come back for him, he was certain of it. It had claimed him as its own, decided he belonged to it, decided that his only place was as its personal whore. It was off to fulfil whatever purpose it had here, and then it would return for him once more.

And there was absolutely nothing he could fucking do about it.