Twist of Fate

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Resident Evil is owned by
Capcom Co. Ltd. 

All these characters and materials are used without permission, and I'm
not profiting from this piece of fan fiction.

Game Spoilers - Chapter 3-3, AU scene presented.

Warning: DARK FIC, Adult Content, rape, blackmail, psychological

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Devil's Temptation

By href="mailto:firewolf@pacific.net.sg?Subject=RE-Unexpected%20Spoils">Jacque
Koh

February 2005


@>;-'-



      Luis Sera stepped out the open door
to see the American agent just down the hall from him. His hand
tightened on the sample as a smile lit his face. "Leon! I got it!"

     The smile on Luis's face widened into a grin
with the American's look of curious pleasure at seeing him again. Even
now after he had risked so much to stay behind and help the man rather
than fleeing the town as he had originally intended to do, Luis found
himself battling against the flutter he felt in his groin to be near
this man. However, he also knew in his heart that Leon S. Kennedy would
not return the nascent feelings he had for him.

     Unfortunately, so engrossed was Luis in his
regard of the American agent, he noticed too late the scrape of a claw
against his back. A solid cord of armour plated muscle suddenly curled
around his arms and chest and lifted him off the ground before he could
do more than cry out in his surprise.

     "Luis!"

     Saddler casually reached for the reinforced
tube of liquid that Luis had dropped. "Careless, Sera. I'll take this."
With the man hanging helpless in the air, Saddler turned towards the
American who now had a shotgun lined at him.

     "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He drew
the cursing and kicking Spaniard in between them. "You might hit your
friend."

     "Leon! Run!"

     "I wouldn't do that either." Luis started to
gasp at the grip that tightened about him. "Drop your weapons,
American! Or I'll crush him right here."

     "Luis…"

     The Spaniard could read the indecision on his
face. Above all, Luis knew that Leon was responsible for the American
president's daughter. Everything else was secondary. On that criterion
Luis knew that he was looking at death in the face.

     He had to let Leon know he wouldn't be blaming
him for his choice though. "Get out of here, Leon." Luis managed to
croak past the crushing pressure around him. He thought he knew what
the American would choose to do. Nothing surprised him more to see Leon
throw the shotgun at Saddler's feet.

     The amusement in Saddler's voice was too clear
to be mistaken. "Perhaps, Sera." He purred in his ear. "Your desires
are indeed reciprocated."




     Of all the things Luis expected to fellow his
recapture, the lavish dinner that was thrown for him was the last thing
in his mind. Saddler and Salazar had watched and smirked at him
throughout the meal, occasionally whispering to each other as if
sharing a private joke. It was getting on his nerves. What more, he
hadn't seen Leon since they were separated in the hall. Was the
American even alive?

     Luis cursed under his breath as he remembered
how the man had surrendered in exchange for his life. What was Leon
thinking of?! After being hunted and stalked across the entire city by
the Los Ganados, with Las Plagas controlled monsters bent on killing
him at every turn... Luis couldn't begin to imagine what had prompted
the American to allow Saddler to take him prisoner. Was Saddler right
in telling him that Leon did have some regard for him too?

     "You seem preoccupied, Luis?"

     The Spaniard almost flinched at the familiar
use of his name. "Just what do you have in mind, *Osmund*?" He
deliberately used the man's first name as well, warning him that he was
on his guard.

     "Oh, just reclaiming a talented researcher.
We've lost too many in the recent months, you know?"

     "Well, if you hadn't insisted on infecting all
of us--"

     "Just guarantees. Just guarantees." Saddler
sipped at his wine nonchalantly.

     Luis's eyes were widening as he suddenly had
an idea what Saddler's game could be. "You think you can use the
American to control me? Is that it?"

     "Am I wrong?"

     He was torn. Leon didn't need to sacrifice his
freedom for Luis. He *shouldn't* have since his prime directive had
been to see to the safety of the US President's daughter, Ashley
Graham. Could Luis now ignore Leon's safety and well being to leave him
to his fate? The stem of the wine glass broke in Luis's grip making him
curse as the wine spilled over him.

     "It needn't be unpleasant, Luis." Saddler
continued to sip at his wine as if nothing had happened. "In fact, we
can make it very pleasurable for us both."

     Luis refused to look up as he continued to mop
up the spilt wine with his napkin. "Where is Leon now?"

     "Are you sure you don't want dessert first?"

     "Saddler…" Luis growled at him with narrowed
eyes. "I--"

     "Oh, here it comes." Salazar raised his glass
to point behind him. "Doesn't it look scrumptious?"

     Luis glanced over his shoulder in the
indicated direction, intending to turn back to yell at the smirking
men, but his attention was immediately arrested by what was being
carried out on a tray to be laid on the table before him. "Leon?"

     The man looked like he was drugged
unconscious, which was only merciful considering what was done to make
him presented like a 'dessert'. Nude; his wrists wrapped in chains and
secured over his head to rings attached to the corners of the metal
tray; more chains leading from those rings to loops on the leather
straps tying his thighs to his calves to keep his knees bent, the short
chain lengths ensuring his hips were slightly raised off the tray. The
crowning glory of the display, however, was the bouquet of solid,
stripped and laced red carnations, surrounded by a cloud of snow-white
baby's breath, which was obviously shafted into his anus.

     "Hrmph." Salazar rose to his feet and moved to
walk passed the tray. "Well, this really isn't to my taste, so I'll
leave you to your fun, shall I?" The little man smirked at Luis before
reaching between Leon's legs to pull out a red carnation with a sprig
of baby's breath, bringing forth a soft groan from the unconscious man.
"Do enjoy yourselves." Salazar laughed merrily as he exited the dining
room while he delicately sniffed the blossom of the deep red flower.

     Luis clenched his fists as he glared at
Saddler before turning concerned eyes towards the motionless man. "What
did you give him?"

     "Oh, I assure you he will wake none the worse
for his slumber." Saddler told him as a waiter approached the head of
the table with a small cloth covered tray. "He is even currently free
of the Plagas that he was first infected with.

     “That was an interesting machine you had,
Luis. It worked very well indeed. Too bad we destroyed it after we
tried it out on the American."

     "What?" Luis tore his attention from his
friend to swing towards Saddler. His eyes went wider still to see what
the man was holding in his hands as he came to his feet and approached
the laden tray.

     "Oh, no. That Plagas would not have suited our
purpose at all. We have something much more appropriate for him now.
And it's an ingestible Plagas." Saddler fingered the length of the
sizable dildo he held in his hand. "Isn't the mode of delivery quite
charming?"

     "You sick--!"

     "Consider this, Luis." Saddler's purr
interrupted him. "You would stand to gain much more with your
cooperation; your life for one."

     The Spaniard could not look away as Saddler
started to rub the tip of the dildo over Leon's lips. "Is this so
distasteful a perk to accept?" With his free hand, Saddler reached
between Leon's legs for a laced carnation and plucked it from its snug
nest eliciting an involuntary gasp from the unconscious American.
Saddler immediately took advantage of the parted lips to slide the head
of the dildo into Leon's mouth.

     "You've daydreamed of seeing this ever since
you met the man, haven't you, Luis?" Saddler's voice became a deep
resonating boom in Luis's head as he watched the dildo slip past Leon's
moist lips. "Are you finding yourself feeling jealous of this little
toy?"

     Luis's breath was coming in little gasps as
his body sang with arousal from the vision presented before him.
Saddler stared at him as he gently brushed the blossom of the white
laced red carnation over Leon's chest. "Are we asking too much of you,
Luis? Wouldn't having this tasty little prize be worth your loyalty?"
Luis could vividly imagine feeling Leon's nipples hardening under his
fingers, just like they were presently engorging with blood under the
gentle stimulation of the flower's petals.

     "Wha--" Luis had to clear his throat before he
could speak properly. "What will this Plagas do to him?"

     Saddler's smile was almost triumphant as he
gazed at the Spaniard. "You would never be interested in a mere sex
toy, you and I know that. And I would be bored too easily if my pet did
not have some spirit."

     "*Your* pet?" Luis couldn't suppress the growl.

     "Of course, it's a special little Plagas made
especially for me." Saddler gave him a predatory smile as he left the
flower resting on his captive's chest. He reached for a striped
Carnation and started to twirl it inside Leon, making him moan around
the dildo as he writhed and squirmed within the limits imposed by his
bonds. "Strictly mine, no one else's.

     "Our favourite American here will be
essentially intact, but his loyalty and obedience will belong only to
me."

     "Where do I come in?"

     "That is your choice." Saddler pulled out the
carnation to point its stem at him. For a long moment, Luis found
himself transfixed by the sight of the oily, white translucent liquid
as it dripped off the long stem of the carnation. It took a polite
cough to make him suddenly aware of a waiter standing beside him
carrying a small tray bearing a loaded syringe.

     Luis stared from the syringe back to where
Saddler stood over Leon. He was too late to conceal his sharp intake of
breath when he noticed Leon's swallowing motion. "Yes, Luis. He has
just ingested his Plagas." Saddler's smile was positively wolfish as he
leisurely twirled and thrust the dildo in and out of Leon's mouth.
"Now, you must decide if you will take yours, continue your work and be
allowed to share him with me...

     "Or die."

     There was no choice, really. If Luis said no,
he would die and dishonour Leon's sacrifice, besides condemning him to
be alone with Saddler. Where there was life, there could yet be hope…

     Luis snatched the syringe off the servant's
tray and plunged the needle into his arm, shuddering to feel the icy
burn of the liquid as it ran through his veins. He had wished though
that he could have been more numbed, so as to not feel the pain in his
heart for what he had brought upon Leon.

     "Very good, Luis." Saddler smiled at him
warmly as his hand reached to grip the stalks of the carnations still
seated within the unconscious American. He pulled them out with one
firm tug making Leon moan around the dildo in his mouth. "Now, you have
earned your dessert."

     Luis tried to stop thinking as he strode to
the tray to stand between Leon's legs while undoing his pants. How ever
much he hated the situation, this was his due; he might as well take
it. He'd find someway to apologise to Leon later. The Spaniard was
thankful to see that the carnation stems had been generously lubricated
before they were inserted into Leon's ass, and that the numerous stiff
shafts had apparently sufficiently stretched and prepared Leon to
accept a cock into him without too much strain. Luis gripped Leon's
knees to spread his legs a little farther apart. He had to take a
moment for himself to clamp down on his guilt for the eagerness that
filled him when he rested the head of his cock on the American agent's
greased pucker and felt it twitch against him.

     From the periphery of his senses Luis was
distantly aware that Saddler had removed the dildo from Leon's mouth
and replaced it with his cock. So… he guessed this was how it would be
from now on; that they'd share the American whenever they desired
intercourse. But just how aware was Leon going to be of this violation?
Would the Plagas change Leon's entire perception of Saddler? Luis had
to wonder too if the man would ever speak to him again, or if he would
now look at Luis with hatred in his eyes even as he was forced to
submit to them by the Plagas that controlled him.

     He shook those thoughts from his mind firmly.
Concentrating instead on pressing forward to let his cock be engulfed
by Leon's welcoming body. The tight, slick heat was everything Luis
dreamed it would be and it was all he was aware of as he carefully sank
himself balls deep into Leon's ass. Luis tried to shut everything else
out of his mind as he savoured the clenching heat around his cock. Shut
down his conscience… ignore his guilt for fucking Leon without his
consent or knowledge. Luis even had in him a teeny-tiny bit of triumph
that he would have his turn before Saddler. That if he was to learn
later that Leon had never had a male lover before him… then it would be
he who had been gifted with the man's virginity instead of Saddler. His
hand reached between them to close over Leon's limp cock and he began
pumping it in time to his thrusts, willing it to come to life. Luis was
determined too to give his friend his first orgasm for the evening
before Saddler took his turn and started to brutalise him.

     Luis's thoughts were suddenly derailed when he
felt his pants being pulled over his butt and slicked fingers slid
along the crack of his ass. "What the hell?!"

     "This would make things more fun." Saddler
purred in his ear as he forced a pair of lubricant wet fingers into
Luis's ass to stretch and prepare him.

     Shit! The Spaniard realised that he was in no
position to raise a voice of protest. Even as he thought this, Luis
watched in horror as Leon's eyes fluttered open. "Luis? What--"

     Luis shrieked for them both when Saddler
suddenly shoved his cock into him and pushed him hard into Leon as
well. Saddler had released his grip on Luis's hips to rest his hands
over Luis's on Leon's hips and cock. He started controlling their
movement now, thrusting into Luis hard enough to make him feel as if he
was fucking Leon through him. His forceful stabbing motions making Luis
hammer his hips against Leon's reddening buttocks hard enough to bruise
them both. Saddler's hand was controlling Luis's over Leon's cock as
well, stroking it in a rhythm only known to the cult leader. The
Spaniard was lost.

     "I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm sorry…" Luis
couldn't stop apologising as Leon's confused eyes focussed on him while
he pulled weakly on his bounds. Very little else of his mind was on the
situation, however, as Saddler's pounding against his prostrate and
Leon's tight clenching heat was making it impossible for him to hold a
coherent thought. He was helpless to do anything but be carried away by
his physical response to the incredible sexual stimulation that flooded
his senses.

     The orgasm when it came caught Luis by
surprise by its very power and length. He was aware of nothing else
except his cock spurting deep into Leon's ass even as Saddler continued
thrusting into him. He'd blacked out, coming to only in time to find
that Saddler had laid him in a chair beside Leon's tray while he took
his place between Leon's legs. Then he was transfixed again to bear
witness as Saddler vigorously plunged into Leon repeatedly; Filling his
ears with the wet sucking sounds of Saddler's cock plundering Leon's
intimate depths, and the resonating smack of solid hips slapping
against firm muscled buttocks.

     "Luis?" Leon's weak gasp caught Luis's
attention. The American's eyes were full of confusion and betrayal as
they locked onto the Spaniard's. But Saddler did not let Leon ignore
him for very long as he firmly turn his face towards him and claimed
his mouth in a devouring kiss, muffling anything else Leon might have
said.

     Luis closed his eyes to weep even as his hand
sort for and curled into Leon's where it lay cuffed and immobilised by
the chains wrapped around the wrists. He remembered the claw brushing
against his back and wished now that Saddler had chosen to shove it
through his chest instead of capturing him. Luis couldn't help but
think that Leon would have been much better off if he had died in that
corridor.


Inspiration Acknowledgements
and Story Notes:

EvilLabRat. For prompting the idea of a Plagas with a sex-function
specification and making Leon a 'pet' with his/her fic href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2254025/1/">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2254025/1/

Super Be X Boy Comics: Flaming Ieraishan by OUMI Shinano

For the drawing of a 'vase' of lilies, created with her character
Ieraishan tied to a chair.

It was while reading the scanlation of Flaming Ieraishan by href="http://fifay.net/">http://fifay.net/ that I came across the
particular pictures (end Chapter 2, beginning Chapter 3). It
immediately prompted my muse to make a connection to EvilLabRat's story
idea when I wondered what might cause Leon to find himself trapped in
such a situation. This story was the result.

I used carnations in my story because it is a flower favoured by some
European nations and RE4 is situated in an unknown part of Europe.

Language of flowers:- Yes, I had some significance to the colours of
the carnations Saddler and Salazar played with, although I do seriously
doubt the two 'gentlemen' know the language of flowers. Treat it as
visual irony and chance, please. ;)

Red carnation = 'alas my poor heart'

Striped carnation = refusal

Laced carnation = passion

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Thanks for reading.

Jacque Koh

firewolf@pacific.net.sg