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Wesker waited a few minutes for Leon’s hole to recover. He then took off his gloves and placed them in his leather coat pocket. Rough, smooth hands lightly caressed around Leon’s asshole. Leon shivered at the sensation of flesh of someone he didn’t trust touching such a delicate, vulnerable area. His torso was flat to the lightly cushioned bench and his legs still spread wide enough that his ass cheeks couldn't cover his hole.
Leon, while having a bit more ass than the average man was still small and muscled. So there wasn’t a lot of cheek to cover his hole like a woman’s. Which made it all the more easier for Wesker to wax his hair off since he didn’t need to spread them.
Wesker mused as he circled the rim of his hole. He wanted the man to be fucked so hard that he prolapsed. A weeping rosebud coming out to lick at. The man he noticed was also too skinny despite having some muscle. Did he not feed himself well? Was it on purpose or some sort of habit of forgetting? Either way he would fix that by fatting the man up a bit, but not too much. Wesker did like his muscles, just not bulging ones such as Redfields.
“Say, Kennedy from the pictures I've seen of you. You weren’t always this thin were you?” He doubted Leon would give him a straight answer given it must be personal. Even if Leon didn’t he would force it out of him. It would not do to have a sick sub. Looked at him questioningly, his left eyebrow raising. “Why do you care?” Leon said bluntly. Wesker wondered why he cared besides just for the physical health of his play thing.
It couldn’t be, because he cared about the man’s mental state.
Certainly not.
“I just like my toys, healthy is all. Believe it or not I like playing with things that feel alive. I also like my men muscled, but to the point of Redfield” Leon snorted thinking that of course the man who likes to fuck with genetics likes to do it with live playthings.
“Muscle’s huh sorry to say, but I never pegged the mighty Wesker to be so into men. Until now I thought you were to be the type of guy obsessed with women for the reason of securing a bloodline or some shit,” “You misunderstand me, Kennedy. I don’t look at things such as sex, nor do I care for such things as bloodlines. All I care for is a nice body to destroy,” Leon shivered at that, not liking the way Wesker was talking about him like some play thing. He had enough of that in the government by Simmons.
Damn man always treated him like a dog. At least he never asked for “services”
“Sorry to say, but I’m more straight than gay. Been with plenty of women, but only one guy and I really don’t have a need to repeat that experience. So maybe I shouldn’t be your first choice as a toy,” Leon didn’t want to tell him that he did indeed still play with his asshole when he was by himself. However even then there was only ever one man that he would see himself bottom to and that man was long dead.
“Well maybe me and my men can make those feeling’s change and besides it seems that your cock can’t tell what sex is playing with you. I think there are things about yourself you don’t even know about. Also you never did give me an answer about your eating habits,” “And I’m not going to tell you shit, Wesker. What are you, my therapist?”
Oh how he loves brats.
Wesker hopes with all his punishments he never does break Leon’s snarky spirit. Though he will get those records from his therapist by force if the man himself doesn’t talk.
“Would you like me to go to your therapist’s office and break all her fingers for those records, deer? Or would you rather be a good boy and tell me?” Leon paled at the sentence. Ah Leon is always the savior never wanting other people hurt. Though it is that complex that saved Sherry.
“I-I,” Leon swallowed, not wanting to say it, but he knew he had to protect Sally too. “I forget to eat honestly. I drink more than I eat. Not only that, but it's hard to find the time to eat when you’re always busy. I don’t really feel like eating,” Ah he did hear the man was an alcoholic, but he didn’t know it was that bad.
Note to self: Leave alcohol bottles lying around and when Leon takes a swig punish him.
“Well I’ll have to fix that, but anyways I should now move on to preparation. We have been talking for quite a bit,” Wesker then left and came back with a small bucket of water, a funnel, and a small long plastic flexible tube. Leon grimaced at them not wanting it.
Wesker put them down on the table that had the anal plug and the rest of the “fun” equipment. He then grabbed the water based lube, put it liberally on his finger’s and then started to penetrate Leon’s hole.
Leon groaned in slight pain at the sensation since it had been so long since he last put a plug up there. Sure the Wesker's fingers weren’t as big as an anal plug, but they were still thick. It had been years since the man he loved had prepared him like this so he only had himself to do it. The feeling of another man’s finger that wasn’t himself felt foreign to him. Though something in him was bubbling up.
Wesker made sure to take it slow, wanting the man to feel his single digit in his hole, before putting more in. He wanted the man to enjoy it. He slowly finger fucked the man’s hole. Leon’s breathing started to get slightly uneven as Wesker decided to put another digit in. Two thick fingers fucking into him slowly.“One day Kennedy, your body will be able to take my whole fist whether you like it or not. I will train it up slowly until just two fingers won’t be enough for your greedy hole,” Leon started to pant a bit, his cock affected by Wesker’s dirty talk.
He didn’t even want to imagine how a fist would feel with how thick his fingers were already. A whole fist destroying him from the inside mercilessly pumping in and out. He knew his hole would be ruined for anything else.
Wait, why was he thinking like this? He wasn’t a freak like Wesker. He shouldn’t be thinking how thick and good his fingers are. He-
Leon’s thoughts stopped as Wesker hit his prostate dead on. “Mmm!!” Leon tried to hold in his moan, but some of it escaped his cock leaking a bit of precum as the man hit it. Wesker smirked hearing the choked moan from the man. He then started pumping his fingers in and out, cruelly hitting Leon’s prostate like a jackhammer.
“N-n-no, st-stop,” Leon whispered, but Wesker heard it anyway. “Not begging when you were getting whipped by my men, or by the spanking I gave you, but you beg to stop at pleasure? Oh Kennedy! How I will ruin your body with it. I’ll make you my brain dead cum slut soon enough at this rate if just a bit of fingering gets you off!” Wesker snickered as he kept up the pace.
Leon felt utterly humiliated at Wesker’s taunts and yet his cock liked it. It LIKED it. His cock now dripped more pre-cum, but it wasn’t enough for a full orgasm, not that Leon even wanted an orgasm.
He would not beg for it.
Wesker then pulled out of his hole which relieved Leon, but it was short lived when he saw that the only reason was because the man was putting more lube in his fingers. Wesker then shoved three fingers into his now slightly loosened hole.
Leon yelped at the sudden rapid fullness he felt in his ass. Not getting any mental prep at the fact there was three fingers fucking in and out of him rapidly.
“Do you want to cum, Kennedy?” Wesker teasingly as his fingers now would not stop hitting his prostate. Nails that Wesker made sure to not fully clip dig into his prostate. “No! I-I don-n’t I don-don’t want this!” Leon says his breathing is picking up. He kept telling himself that he truly didn’t want to cum at the hands of this megalomaniac. His rough teasing is very reminiscent of his past lover. And Leon really did not want to think of him the fucking traitor.
Both of the traitors.
“You will never be him, Wesker! I’m not some submissive toy you think I am! I will fight you with every fiber of my being! Underestimate me once and I will kill your disgusting life!” Leon spat at him not knowing that all this was making Wesker hard.
Yes….
YES!
He didn’t want another useless whining submissive piece of shit always feeding from his hand.
This was the man that was a thorn in his side from Spain. The man that wooed his agent Ada into making her a difficulty for him. The man that sold his life away to protect Sherry.
This was the man that excited him after he learnt so much about him.
Wesker quickly took out his fingers but not before scrapping Leon’s prostate with his fingers. Leon yelled as he felt the pain and pleasure of his prostate being tortured and at the sudden emptiness he felt of his hole. Wesker then got in front of him and grabbed at Leon’s head with his other still gloved hand and titled the man’s head so it was looking at him. Wesker then knelt down to a bit to be at the man’s eye level.
No tears, yet a beautiful red drooling face looked at him with pure contempt.
Beautiful, how he hated this man.
“Keep that fire in you forever Kennedy. Let the hatred of me fester deep within you. Show me no fear in your bones. Look at me with those beautiful deep blue eyes with contempt. I don’t want you breaking for a long time. Maybe even never,” Leon spat at him not giving a shit the man was waxing poetic about him. Wesker smirking then slapped the man hard across the face enough for it to lightly bruise. The smirk from his face never leaves.
“I don’t know what’s fucked up in your head, Wesker, but normally you have sex with someone you love not hate,” Wesker chuckled then saying “Hate can be just as strong and erotic as love, deer. Don’t ever forget that.” With that Wesker let go of his chin. He then started ruffling Leon’s hair in affection.
“The things you do to me, Kennedy. You make me feel lust. Such a vile and most human emotion that I thought I killed till I met you. I despise you for it.”
Wesker then kissed Leon. His lips nibbled the younger man’s. Leon tried to break out of the kiss but Wesker grabbed his head to keep him in place. Wesker then bit hard into Leon’s lips and plunging his tongue deep into the man’s mouth. Leon flinched as he felt blood come out of his bottom lip when Wesker bit him. His scream at the sudden pain muffled by the other man’s lips. Wesker’s tongue fucked deep slightly in and out. He then felt a tentacle go down his throat fucking it. Leon moaned out of pleasure and disgust. He heard of Wesker’s so-called Uroboros though had never seen it. Chris had described it as long black tentacles. Leon wasn’t scared of getting infected. It would have happened when Wesker had cummed down Leon’s throat.
Wesker finally stopped and their lips parted. A thin line of saliva was all that was connecting their mouths. Wesker then gathered all his saliva and leftover spat in his mouth and Leon gagged in disgust. Wesker chuckled, hardly believing that after all the man has done to him so far that spitting in his mouth is the thing that disgusts him.
Such a strange thing Leon is.
“Don’t spit. Swallow it Kennedy,” Leon glared at him, but obeyed the command. Leon shivered in disgust as he felt the man’s saliva go down his gullet.
“Now I think that’s enough foreplay, Kennedy,” Wesker then stood straight and went towards the enema tools…