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The tires of Leon’s car screech to a halt as he pulls up outside the massive building in front of him. Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Centre. The DSO had gotten a lead a few weeks ago that a former Umbrella scientist ran the place and it had immediately caught Leon’s attention. Umbrella had put him through enough shit in the past, so there was no way he was going to pass this opportunity up now.
He’d been arguing with some other agents ever since they’d gotten the lead. They wanted to send him in with backup and Leon wanted to go at it alone, like always, but the others were having a problem with it. Even Sherry was overly concerned about him, telling him to rethink it or that she would join him and they could be a team, but Leon had shot down that idea right away. He knew Sherry wasn’t a weak woman, she’d proved herself in more situations than he could count, but the thought of her getting injured didn’t sit right with him.
So, here he was, staring up at what was possibly the creepiest building he’d ever seen in his life, wondering if he should be regretting his decision or not. They called the place a ‘care centre’ , but what kind of care exactly, well, that’s what Leon was here to find out. Either way, anything involving Umbrella was never a good sign.
Leon stepped out of the car, locking it behind him as he strode up to the oversized doorway in front of him. The lights shining through some of the blind covered windows didn’t go unnoticed, and Leon highly doubted that there would be someone to greet him at the door.
He double checked that his gun was loaded, sitting in the holster at his hip before he opened the door in front of him. The creak echoed through the dormant hallways until they reached Leon’s ears once again. There was no sign of life at first glance. There were hospital beds that had been disturbed, plants that were thriving and not wilting and the reception desk still had papers that were dated only a few days ago. Someone was definitely here.
“Sherry, come in. Any more info on the doctor?”, he asks into the empty space of the reception. He works his way through the ground floor, still on high alert as he waits for Sherry’s response.
“Doctor Victor Gideon, let’s see...”, Sherry words cut off and Leon can tell she’s pulling up the file on her screen, “previously worked on the Tyrant project. After Umbrella went bankrupt he kind of just...disappeared.”
“Thanks, Sherry, but people don’t just disappear. I’ll let you know if I find anything”, he says, and Sherry gives him a soft hum of acknowledgement.
Leon’s turns a corner, noting the fluorescent lamps in the room closest to him. An examination room sees most likely, or maybe a lab too. Only one way to find out, he supposes.
Reaching for his gun, Leon takes a few steps forward until he reaches the doorway. He peers inside. An operating table sits in the middle of the room surrounded by machines, curtains and lamps that are far too bright. There’s puddles of blood on the floor, only beginning to dry into the tiles below and it’s a sure sign that someone was here not long ago.
Leon catches a sudden movement out of the corner on his eye and he spins on his heels, drawing his gun and aiming it instantly at the sound. Leon’s eyes widened. Doctor Gideon was supposed to be an ex-Umbrella scientist. He was supposed to be smaller, more normal.
He was supposed to be human.
The man Leon stared at didn’t look human, not fully at least. He was at least seven foot tall, his scarred skin and cracked lips an eyesore.
“I’m sorry, I don’t believe anyone greeted you. Can I help you?”, he asks, and his voice is so disturbingly clam and soft, so far from what Leon was expecting that it throws his concentration for a moment. He stalks closer to Leon and the younger man ignores every instinct in his body telling him to back away.
“Uh...I was actually looking for Doctor Gideon”, Leon answers, but he’s almost sure he’s found what he’s after, “I’m assuming that’s you?”
The stranger grins at him then, showing off sharp, cracked teeth as he rolls up the sleeves of his pristine white lab coat. Alarm bells are blaring in Leon’s mind. He doesn’t trust this guy one bit, and now he’s certain that the lead had been correct. Regardless of who he was working for now, this guy was bad news.
“You...”, he drawls out in a way that makes Leon uncomfortable, “would be correct.” He reaches out, his fingers gripping the barrel of Leon’s gun as he presses down, causing Leon’s aim to go to the floor. “I don’t think we need to use that now, do we?”
Leon doesn’t say anything, choosing the silent treatment instead as he peers back into the taller man’s eyes. His irises are a golden colour, definitely not normal, with dark scleras that are almost black in colour. Like a snake, Leon thinks, although he doesn’t say it, just observes the stranger further.
Doctor Gideon leans down to him, only inches away from his face now. “Tell me, Mr. Kennedy...why are you here?”, he asks, and Leon can’t help the realisation wash over him that he never told the man his name.
“Umbrella are working out of this place, right?”, Leon asks, taking a couple steps back until Gideon’s hand leaves his gun. He doesn’t want to take any chances that the doctor won’t turn things around and use his own weapon against him, but something also tells Leon that he doesn’t need to. The man could probably crack open his skull with his bare hands if he wanted to.
“Umbrella? Now that’s a name I haven’t heard in some time”, Gideon grins, his tongue flicking out between his lips to wet them, and Leon swears the guy’s tongue is fucking forked. “Is that what you believe? That Umbrella still lives through me? I assure you, Mr. Kennedy, that you are very wrong. I only have the desire to run my care centre. Rhodes hill is like my home now.”
Leon isn’t buying it, not even for a moment, but he’ll play along if it means he can gain some answers. “And what kind of ‘care’ exactly do you perform here?”, he asks slowly. He expects Victor to ignore him, or simply dispose of him then and there. What he doesn’t expect, however, is the answer Doctor Gideon gives him.
“Oh...it’ll be much easier if I just show you...”, the delight hidden in his eyes doesn’t go unnoticed by Leon, but he nods, nonetheless.
“Alright then, lead the way.”
Leon watches with wide eyes as Victor actually ducks through the first door, he’s so abnormally tall that he has to duck through the fucking door and for the first time Leon wishes that he doesn’t have to get on the doctor’s bad side.
The pair walk through the narrow corridors, and Leon takes in every possible exit and hiding spot. The windows are probably bolted shut in a place like this so there’s not much point in trying those. He glares at the back of Gideon’s head, the man’s hair moving as he walks, and it allows Leon to take more glances at the nasty scars that cover him. Given everything he’s seen so far, it would make the most sense if the man had made the wounds himself, but Leon wasn’t going to ask.
Gideon brought his large hand up to the door in front of them, scanning them into the ward using a wristband that Leon could only assume had a chip inside. He pushed through the door and Leon follow, reading the words ‘Isolation Ward’ as he passed through the metal gate.
There was a few doors that were attached to the main room, an office on the other side. They looked like cells if Leon was being perfectly honest, and he wouldn’t be surprised if some of them were padded.
Victor looked in the small gaps in the front of the doors as he passed by them all, giving small hums here and there as he observes the patients inside. Leon took glances through the doors himself, and what he saw could only be described as cruelty.
People with bandages covering their bodies almost completely, fresh blood seeping through the fabric. Some had fresh wounds covering them, needle holes in their arms or they were hooked up to machines that monitored them. Now, Leon was no doctor, but he’d never seen regular treatment for a chronic illness look like that.
Something about this place made Leon very uneasy, most likely because of the doctor in front of him, but he held his tongue and pushed forward, following the older man around.
Victor stopped to pick up something from the metal trolley in front of him, Leon’s view being blocked by the man’s body.
“Ready for your treatment?”
He holds it up then, the thin metal of the needle glistening in the fluorescent lights of the ward and Leon doesn’t even have time to react before he’s feeling the steel pierce his neck. A large hand grips his waist to stop him from hitting the floor as Leon’s vision goes dark.
When he comes to, Leon finds himself strapped down to a surgical table, his clothes now missing. His neck still aches from the needle but other than that he appears to be perfectly fine. His movements are still groggy and he pathetically fights against the bonds holding him down, getting nowhere.
“Finally awake, Mr. Kennedy? Took you long enough”, Victor says to him with a hint of annoyance in his voice, like Leon not waking up quickly enough was a major inconvenience for him.
“Needed my beauty sleep”, he quips, although the doctor doesn’t find it nearly as amusing as he does and he gasps when Gideon grabs a hold of his throat, squeezing just enough to send a warning to his brain. Don’t try that again.
Suddenly Gideon’s hand is moving, trailing down his front over his pecs. He runs fingers over Leon’s right nipple, smirking at the sharp inhale the younger man lets out.
“Such a fascinating specimen you are...yes...yes...”, Gideon is muttering to himself and Leon can only piece together parts of what he’s saying, but none of them sound good for him.
The level of uneasiness Leon feels is only heightened when Victor’s other hand begins running up his leg, over his knee, quickly stopping when he reaches his thigh. Leon’s legs are spread, bound in a way that keeps him in his most vulnerable state and he has a terrible feeling it’s on purpose.
On instinct, Leon tries to move again, but the fruitlessness of his struggles only causes Doctor Gideon to rasp out a laugh. The eerie sound has a shiver running up Leon’s spine and he wants to turn far away from that noise, run from it...but he can’t. Victor made sure of it.
It’s only then that Leon realises that Victor’s hand is kneading the flesh of his thigh. It’s starting to make his skin crawl, but unless he wants a hand wrapped around his throat again he wasn’t going to mention it. He grimaces as Gideon continues, watching how Leon’s nipples harden under his touch, running his fingers over the skin of his muscular chest in fascination.
Leon doesn’t think there’s anything remotely fascinating about him, in fact, to anyone else he would seem pretty normal, but maybe, just maybe there’s something about him that’s gotten this freak show’s interest. At least enough to land him in this position. Guess I wasn’t fine going in alone.
A choked off yell leaves his mouth when the larger man’s hand envelopes his cock, giving it a hard tug, another purposeful action that was meant to hurt him. He notices how the doctor gives a sly smile as the noise is pushed from his throat, how he seems to cherish the sound.
“Do you know your limit, Mr. Kennedy?”, gold eyes peer down to Leon as the question is asked, and it catches him off guard.
“I’m not sure what you mean.” He feels a thin sheen of sweat cover his skin, making it shine as Leon tries his hardest to push his panic back down inside him.
“Everyone’s body has a limit...something that breaks them. Naturally, in your line of work you must have an idea of how much your own body can take, yes?” The way he words things makes it sound like he’s expecting a specific kind of answer from Leon, but the truth is that Leon has no idea how to answer that question. A million things flash through his mind in that moment. He thinks of the T-Virus, how it was currently killing him and how Doctor Gideon must have known already because he hadn’t asked any questions about it. He thinks of Las Plagas back in Spain and how Ashley had to help cure him after he’d collapsed on the floor in front of her. That was his limit. But he has some kind of feeling that’s not what Gideon means.
“I don’t know...”, Leon finally says, hoping his response doesn’t land him with another injury and he looks back at Victor’s irritated face for a moment before something switches in the man’s mind and his demeanour returns to it’s calm, collected form.
“I wish to see how well your body adapts...see if I can break that pretty body you’re oh so proud of, right up until you’re not so proud of it anymore, hmm?”, Victor mocks him as if he has a choice in the matter, and now the panic from before is starting to bubble up inside him again. He doesn’t know what Victor’s plans for him are, but he sure as hell knows that he doesn’t want any part in them.
“Now...let’s see how much you can take, yes?”
Leon doesn’t get time to answer before a finger starts to prod at his hole, causing him to let out a strangled yell. He knows he’s tense, far too tense, and if he doesn’t will his body to calm down soon this is only going to be more painful for him.
He tries to switch off his brain, or think about anything other than the situation he was currently in, but that was near impossible with the way the doctor was touching him. It made him feel disgusting, sick in the head, like he was the one who was doing something wrong and he really did deserve to be a patient here. And he would bet his life that Victor would love that. A prisoner, with no real way of escape. The thought terrifies Leon.
Leon’s lips quiver as he watches Gideon pull a latex glove over his cracked skin before pouring what he thinks is medical grade lubricant over his fingers. A finger prods at his entrance again, and Leon yelps when it’s pushed inside of him.
Victor was looking down at him, observing the way his hole clenched around his finger, like this was some kind of exam to him. His body jolted when the finger inside him curled. He bit his lip hard enough to draw a little blood as he forced his eyes up at the ceiling. His back was dragged up the metal of the table as the man’s thrusts grew more and more eager, like he was testing something.
When a second finger slid next to the first Leon whimpered, an involuntarily noise that made heat rush to his face. His eyes remained on the ceiling, not wanting to look at the other man in fear of what he might see. Gideon worked his fingers into him, noting the way Leon’s already stretched hole oozed lube onto the table.
“Doctor...”, Leon’s voice didn’t even sound like his own, far too quiet and trembling as the man’s fingers brushed against his prostate. He wasn’t even sure what he was asking for, or even if he was asking for something to begin with. Was he asking or begging? Not that it mattered. It wouldn’t do much good, in fact, it would probably be exactly what Victor wanted to hear, and Leon couldn’t stand the thought of bringing that man any kind of satisfaction.
Leon wailed when Victor shoved the third inside him, his hole clenching tightly around them. Victor didn’t seem to mind though, only adding the force necessary to continue the brutal rhythm he had set earlier.
His movements stopped a moment later, and Leon was about to breathe a sigh of relief until another sound caught his attention. The scratch of a pen on paper. Doctor Gideon was taking notes, studying him like a test subject or one of his patients as he put his body through hell.
Leon was closed to sobbing now as he noticed his own cock was painfully hard, an angry red and bobbing against his stomach, spreading his pre-cum over his skin. He couldn’t help it even though he despised himself for it, but Gideon’s fingers kept hitting his prostate dead on in a way that started to make the painful stretch merge into something much better.
He didn’t want to think like that, didn’t want to think that he was enjoying himself, because really, he wasn’t. But his body couldn’t sense the mental torment he was currently being placed under, nor could it tell that Leon was closed to screaming now.
“Just two more now, Mr. Kennedy”, Gideon said, a neutral tone coating his words, making it sound like he was talking to a patient rather than a DSO agent. It was only then that the realisation of what Gideon actually planned on doing to him finally hit him. The excessive amount of lube and the latex gloves, the way he worked his fingers into Leon’s hole in such a way that told him the doctor was insistent on stretching him as much as possible. Victor was going to put his fucking fist inside of him.
Panic shot through him, and Leon thrashed around on the surgical table like a caged animal, pushing and pulling uselessly against the bonds that kept him there.
“Are you not tired of struggling?”, Victor mocks, the toothy grin on his face showing off his golden teeth, “let me in, my dear.” The pet name has Leon feeling sick, but he tries his best not to show it as he gives the doctor another defying glance. The older man looks irritated by the lack of response from him but continues in his ministrations.
Victor’s fingers are long and thick, his hands bigger than any man’s Leon has ever met, and the searing pain he feels as he pushes the forth finger inside him punches a guttural sob from him. He sounds pathetic, probably looks it too, with tears streaming down his cheeks as he takes everything the doctor has for him. It hurts, it’s too much. He can’t breathe. He can’t move. He doesn’t even think he can speak. All the air in his lungs is getting shoved out of him, and Leon is starting to feel dizzy.
He finally decides to look at the man in front of him, his eyes glassy as he takes in the pleased look on his face. He’s enjoying this, probably more than he should considering the sizable bulge that Leon can see straining the front of his pants. Victor doesn’t seem to pay any mind to it, choosing to keep his complete attention on Leon as he withdraws his fingers to squirt another generous amount of lube onto his hand.
“P-Please...Doctor Gideon—I won’t...I can’t—it’s too much!”, Leon’s words break through his sobs and Victor’s grin grows wider at his pleas.
“You can’t, Mr. Kennedy, or you won’t?”
“I-I can’t...please! Please, you have to—to believe me!”
Victor pretends to consider his words for a moment as he tucks his thumb into his palm, waiting. He waits until Leon starts to show a glimmer of hope in his teary eyes before he finally pushes all five fingers into him. He goes slow, not wanting to break the younger man just yet, but Leon is still writhing below him, nonetheless.
He watches as Leon’s hole is stretched obscenely around his hand until he feels his knuckles slip past the tight right of muscle, his body finally giving way to the doctor. Leon can feel his stomach bulging as Victor pushes his hand further and further. He’s whimpering pathetically, spread out like the man’s personal fucktoy and Leon hates himself, he thinks. He hates that he rejected the backup from the DSO, hates how he can’t just swallow his pride sometimes and now he hates how absolutely fucking weak he feels.
The scratch of pen on paper can be heard again and Leon doesn’t even want to think about what the man is writing about him.
“You can breathe now”, Victor jeers as Leon’s hole finally enrobes his wrist. Leon glares at the man, but figures that it’s probably best to heed the man’s advice. He takes a deep breath in, unable to breathe out again before Victor is pulling his hand back, delighting in the squelching noises the excessive amount of lube makes as it gets pushed past his hand and onto the table, leaking from Leon’s abused asshole.
He pushes in again just as fast.
Everything after that becomes a haze. The feeling of Victor thrusting his fist in and out of him feels distant, like he’s not even the one experiencing it as his mind clouds over. He knows Gideon is speaking to him but can’t understand what he’s saying, just that he laughs loudly at him as he speaks.
He must have come at some point too because when he finally comes too, Victor is disposing of his glove and Leon has cum covering his stomach. He chooses to believe it’s his own, not wanting to think about the possibility that Gideon jerked off over his unconscious body.
The doctor is still taking notes, paying no real mind to Leon even as he lifts his head from the table to glance around the room. Nothing else seems to have changed, so he doesn’t think he’s been out too long, but the thought that the man was using him while he was unconscious makes Leon want to vomit.
“D-Doctor...”, he chokes out, his mouth feeling extremely dry. Gideon turns to him, a curious look crossing his features for a moment before he composes himself again. “Let me go.” Leon wants to be able to say it with confidence but he just sounds absolutely wrecked.
He watches as Doctor Gideon circles the table to stand next to him, undoing the bonds around his wrists and ankles slowly. “I’m afraid that after the prescribed treatment I can’t just allow you to go home. Standard procedure unfortunately states that you must be held overnight to monitor any complications”, the creepiest smile Leon’s ever seen appears on Gideon’s face then, and Leon can feel all hope he’d stupidly allowed himself to have drain from him.
He gestures towards the door, the same one they’d come through when Gideon had given Leon somewhat of a tour, and Leon’s stomach sinks. His smile turns to a manic grin, showing his teeth.
“Would you like to see your room?”