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Warm. Leon was feverishly warm, particularly where his face nestled into Victor's neck, unconscious breaths fogging his skin pleasantly. The rabbit-like pulse in the agent's throat had been especially fascinating beneath Victor's clinical grip earlier, hot and begging to be basked in. Victor's nobler priorities warred with the hiss of his hind-brain, the portion that narrowed in on the promise of satiation.
The agent was not especially small by usual standards, yet he felt light in Victor's arms, arms and legs dangling limply. Victor lowered the operative to the hospital bed and helped him out of his jacket methodically, refusing his tongue the temptation of tasting the air near his guest. Yes. No matter how rudely he had behaved, he was Victor's guest. A man who had lived to see so many wondrous forms of evolution… Victor would enjoy a conversation, could Leon be convinced. They could talk. So warm, so lovely, so interesting a specimen to survive so many years; wouldn't it be a shame to waste? Victor's hand spasmed against Leon’s perfect chest, a tightly restrained claw as nipples pebbled provocatively through that thin shirt.
Victor's free hand squeezed the front of his pants, just a taste of relief from the hunger that had consumed him from the moment he caught Leon's scent, the hunger that had only gnawed more desperately as he felt his warmth.
Ah, but there was only so much time. Soft lips trembled on ragged breaths in Leon’s sleep. Clearly, his disease was advanced. Their meeting had left Victor amused at the helplessness of a man who carried such a reputation. It was hardly even worth ridding Leon of his weapons beyond placing the gun just out of reach. He would offer a dying man some mercy, for now.
Victor secured Leon's wrists and ankles within the bed’s restraints with lingering hands. He could set up an IV with fluids and perhaps a touch of something for pain relief; enough to make him more agreeable without dulling his mind to incoherence. When the agent awoke, Victor would see what information he could glean. Perhaps Leon wasn't acting alone. Perhaps they would try to stop him.
He bared his teeth in a grin, eyes crinkling. Yes, they could try.
Leon was not as agreeable as Victor had hoped. He was immature, with a smart mouth and a stubborn set to his handsome jaw.
“Gotta say, Doc, I've got a real pain in my neck.” There was no mistaking Leon's meaning with the emphasis he placed on the last words and the way he eyed Victor up and down. Victor carefully did not rise to the provocation.
“Shall I increase your medication?” Victor caressed the needle taped to the delicate cradle of Leon's inner arm.
“So you do know about informed consent.”
Insolent. Victor itched to fist a handful of Leon's soft hair, draw his throat up, and sink his teeth into that straining column. Would he still be so mouthy after that?
How could this foolish man make Victor burn with such hunger? Did he know what he was doing to him? Did he know how he looked and felt? The warmth and weakness of his sickness-ridden body, begging to be smothered? The taste of squeezing the breath out of him earlier wasn't enough. Victor needed to crush him completely.
Calm. A man of science would not be controlled by impulse. Victor tempered his violent instincts with a delicate stroke, the backs of his knuckles brushing Leon's fever-flushed cheek. To his breathless surprise, Leon made a barely audible sound. One eyepiece zoomed in, capturing the subtle blooming of his pupils.
Oh, he wanted it, didn't he? Could Victor be held at fault for taking what was his to take? His knuckles followed the curve of Leon's jaw down the side of his neck, to the hot flesh of the symptomatic patch. The agent put on a stony facade, but Victor knew the ice of his touch must be sweet relief. Leon's forearms pebbled with pretty goosebumps.
“I shouldn't,” Victor whispered.
“Whatever you're thinking, you really shouldn't,” Leon agreed, shifting in his restraints.
Victor ignored his useless drivel and pushed up the hem of that obscene shirt, exposing a developed abdomen with black patches continuing into his belt-line. Victor's breath heaved as he took in the plush pectorals of his prized prey. He pictured opening up a line down the center with a scalpel, pictured Leon smiling up in dazed, whorish pleasure as he pulled that surgical wound open invitingly.
In reality, Leon’s face had turned back to frustrating impassiveness, as if he could not care less about Victor. That wouldn't do.
Victor stroked the bone of the agent's hip. Undid the button of his pants. Drew the zipper slowly down.
Leon huffed a little laugh at his own coming joke. “I don't think my health insurance will cover this.”
Mm, he was trained and experienced after all. He would not break easily. No matter; Victor’s expression warped into a predator's smile. It would come with patience. He bared Leon bit by bit, setting his boots neatly by the bed and removing the restraints at his ankles.
Predictably, Leon kicked. The impact of his socked feet was only enough to bruise shallowly.
Victor tore off the agent's pants and briefs. Leon's cock was already filling; Victor could taste the salt and musk of it as his tongue flicked out. He folded Leon in half, earning a grunt as the agent's knees pressed almost to his own ears under Victor's weight. The heat of him was a shock to Victor's front, delicious to curl into. He hissed his satisfaction as he gave a slow grind into Leon's perfect ass, nestling his clothed lengths where they belonged. Finally.
“Please don't tell me you do this to all your—mmph.” Leon's smart remark was smothered by Victor's hand.
“Shut up,” Victor growled. His restraint snapped. He fucked violently against Leon as if he could get inside him despite the barrier of his own clothing, the whole bed rocking with the force. Tools clattered off the nearest rolling cart. The IV bag and line shook. He ached, had been aching for hours, consumed with need for him. Leon was driving him to madness. The more he took, the more he wanted. How much would he need to be satisfied? He let go of Leon's mouth in order to shove his own pants down and free his lengths.
Leon caught his breath as the weight on his lungs was temporarily relieved. His eyes examined Victor's pulsing need with a combination of curiosity and disgust. “Freaky. No way two's gonna fit.”
“They will,” Victor purred, taking a handful of lubricant packets from the rolling cart. He poured one over Leon's perineum, letting it drip. Another, he squeezed over his fingers.
The first finger entered Leon, enveloped in slick heat. Another attempt to kick Victor in the face; Victor caught the ankle of the offending foot and squeezed until the agent's bones creaked, earning a grunt as Leon's face pinched and his entrance tightened.
“Shh,” Victor crooned. “You will take it.”
“I'll add ‘rapist’ to your—” the barest hitch as Victor's finger pressed deeper, stroking, “rap-sheet.”
Sweat was beading along Leon's forehead, his face a pretty pink. His member leapt against his belly, pre-ejaculate forming a sticky strand between the urethra and just below the navel. Victor craved to hear him break apart completely, to lose his composure and dissolve, surrendering to his status as prey.
“Am I raping you, Leon?” Victor leaned in to let his low, intimate voice wash over the agent as his finger stimulated him. “You seem to be enjoying it.”
“You're one stupid bastard if you haven't figured that one out. I can, ah, make it clearer for you,” Leon scoffed, the effect only slightly ruined by the catch in his throat. “How’s this? I don't consent. Don't want. No. No, but in Spanish. Nyet. N… nnnh—” Leon's prostate was massaged and he bit off a beautiful noise.
Victor moaned, his hand shooting to his cocks to squeeze as they throbbed savagely. He couldn't take it. He withdrew from Leon and ripped packet after packet of lubricant open to pour over his shafts, heedless of how much mess dripped onto the bed and floor. He hitched up Leon's legs, pulled him into alignment, and looked into spiteful eyes as he sheathed himself in one brutal thrust.
Whatever sound Leon hissed through his clenched teeth was drowned beneath Victor's animalistic growl. Leon's tense body enveloped him in fire and he could only follow a mindless urge to melt inside, unwilling to leave for a second, hips stirring against hips to get deep, deep, deep. Leon's belly distended subtly with the intrusion. For a long stretch, Leon didn't breathe, veins standing out in his face as he clenched his jaw tightly. He couldn't hold it forever.
Victor needed more, desperate to claim and consume Leon entirely. He drew back until only his tips filled Leon, then slammed forward. The mess of lubrication between them squelched obscenely.
A sound punched out of Leon. His legs spasmed.
Again, again, Victor drove in, giving Leon's body no choice but to take. He could stay like this forever, keeping Leon mounted and full as he was made for. Gripping him so perfectly, so wet and tight, squirming and struggling for air because of him. Aroused because of him. Little by little Leon's body opened up to the thick intrusion, clenched hands going lax in their restraints, thighs spreading open.
“Where did all that fight go?” Victor asked softly, stroking Leon's hair back.
A predictable spark of spite. He caught the agent working up a spit before he made it more than a few swishes. It was an amusing attempt that ended with Victor's hand over his mouth catching the wad of saliva and smearing it down Leon's chin, leaving him as if he'd drooled on himself pathetically. So helpless, caught between Victor and a hard place.
Leon opened his mouth against Victor's loosely cupped palm to retort. Victor chose that moment to pound harshly inside, hips angled to chase his prostate.
“Nnhn!” Leon gasped. Victor didn't let him catch his breath or dignity, punching cry after cry out as his eyes rolled back—“Haah, ah, uuh fuck—”
Yes, he was all Victor's, Victor's to use and play with. A savage growl came from deep in his chest as he crushed Leon's body close and kissed him, licking deep within his hot, sweet mouth and swallowing those moans. The slapping of skin on skin filled the room, slick with lubricant. Victor gripped Leon's ass bruisingly, nails digging in, dragging him back to meet his rapid thrusts. Leon's erection throbbed where it was trapped between their bodies, soaking the front of Victor's shirt as the tips of his cocks fucked the pre-come out of the agent with each unforgiving, violating roll of hips.
Leon bit him. Iron bloomed on Victor's tongue. Frenzied by the flavor, by the fantasy of it being Leon's blood, Victor groaned and thrust his tongue deeper. He needed to crawl inside, needed to get Leon full of him. If only he could mix their very DNA, inseminate Leon and force him to conceive.
The kiss broke with pink drooling down their chins. The expression on Leon’s face was perfect, pleasure-drunk and dizzy, completely overwhelmed by Victor.
“When’s…” Leon slurred, breath hiccuping with the relentless pressure on his prostate. Victor took pity on him and stopped with Leon stuffed full, hips resting flush. Leon glared up, voice steadying. “When’s the last time you brushed your teeth?”
Ah. A correction: He was not completely overwhelmed, not yet. That would have to change.
Victor resumed slow, deep motions and wrapped a hand around Leon where he was achingly wanting, throbbing needily against his palm and weeping all over his fingers. A single stroke had Leon bucking up violently and gasping as if he had woken from a nightmare. A caress lower, trailing down the underside of his shaft to softer, more sensitive skin—and Leon's body couldn't decide whether to thrash towards the sensation or away from it.
“Good boy,” Victor said, taking Leon back in hand and stroking sweetly, the back of his knuckles feeling the bulge of himself through Leon’s belly.
“Fuck, fu-uck, I'm fifty-one, you freak.”
“Shh, Leon. You can let go.” His hand quickened.
Leon fought it, just a little come dribbling out then stopping. Victor methodically stroked it out of him and indulged in slow, slick, filthy grinds.
Leon's last tether snapped and his entire body shook, clenching vice-like around Victor, his teeth bared like a snarl as his head threw back and his spine arched. Rope after rope of thick white splattered up to his nipples. He barely made a sound, his throat seeming to seize up.
Beautiful.
His shaft pulsed in Victor's grip for a collection of heartbeats before the last of his release weeped out. Still, Victor didn't pause, didn't allow Leon to catch his panting breath. He smiled sadistically as he held him at the peak of sensitivity and refused any escape.
A quiet whimper. His head knocked back against the bed as he restlessly kicked and squirmed, caught in the tide of overwhelm.
Victor ached, his own restless hunger threatening to eat him alive if he did not satiate it. He let go of Leon's cock, licked the seed from his palm, and reluctantly pulled out. Leon's hole clenched and he winced, as if he missed being filled already.
Victor pulled the IV out, leaving blood beading at the inside of Leon's arm, and tore the arm restraints off. Leon put up a perfunctory, fruitless fight that only ended with him bent over the bed with his hands held behind his back.
Victor built up the sweet anticipation, nosing at Leon's neck as he slowly dragged his members along his slick hole, down the back of his balls, and back up. He nudged them barely in, inviting heat swallowing the tips before clenching and pushing them back out. In, out, a teasing dance. He lapped at the sweat-slick side of Leon's neck, the corner of his jaw, up his earlobe and along the shell. Every twitch, every shiver, every gnash of teeth, Victor drank in greedily.
The next time Victor barely pressed in, Leon arched back and his full lengths popped in, the raw slide a shock of sensation. Fully sheathed, he still attempted to writhe deeper.
“Can't wait?” Victor groaned.
“Can't wait to get this over with.”
Victor sank his teeth into Leon's neck, earning a moan that sounded more pleased than pained. The taste of his blood drove Victor wild, his hips drawing back and pistoning forward to split Leon open again and again. He felt on the brink of orgasm already, a sustained pre-climax that fogged his mind and forced him relentlessly forward to chase that all-consuming need. The hot embrace of Leon's body, his sweat, his blood, his release, all of it Victor's, all of it…!
He would keep him, stave off his end for as long as science could keep him alive, he would fill Leon from below and watch him bounce in his lap, he would have him while they lay on their sides with Leon folded perfectly into his arms, he would take him against the wall, he would use his mouth and keep him on his knees while he worked. Ecstasy overwhelmed Victor so thoroughly at these thoughts, he almost didn't notice as a second, dryer orgasm spasmed through Leon, the man making sweet garbled noises while his face screwed up as if in agony and bliss.
It happened then.
The heavy tension burst as Victor came so violently that stars burst before his eyes. Grunts squeezed from his tight throat. He fucked in deep, his release long and drawn out, a flow of come that felt as endless as the blinding explosion of nerves. “Mine,” he realized he was growling in Leon’s ear. “Mine.”
Leon's legs gave out completely, his weight held only by the bed and Victor. He sagged, thoroughly debauched and exhausted. He looked as if he might black out.
Of course, he still somehow found the energy for another sarcastic remark, mumbled against the bed. “Whatever you say, buddy.”