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Resident
Evil 4
- Reclamation
By firewolf
@>;-'-
across the crowded dance floor nearly simultaneously. Jack Krauser was
glad for his tiny bit of advanced notice, since it allowed him a
glimpse of a completely surprised and unguarded expression of pleased
discovery in Leon Scott Kennedy's eyes before they were shuttered
behind an agent's gaze. Few dared to get in their way as they
'casually' made their way towards the bar.
Leon accepted the drink which Jack passed to him straight from the
bartender. He hid his grin behind his drink as he noted Leon sipping it
appreciatively with only a slight arch of an eyebrow to betray his
surprise that he remembered what the younger man usually ordered.
"You're supposed to be dead."
"Are you disappointed you did a half assed job of it?"
Leon smashed the glass on the floor and grabbed Jack by his collar to
hurl him up close. "You God damn bastard! You didn't give me an
opportunity to breathe at all, no time to think of anything beyond
going for the kill. You made me--"
Jack had better plans for Leon's lips then for them to be occupied
chewing him out. His arms reached around the smaller man to crush him
against his chest while he moved immediately to devour the sweet mouth
and silence the tirade which would have drawn greater attention from
the crowd; not that they really cared.
For a long moment, all awareness of their surroundings had disappeared
for the two men. Their world only consisted of them alone, lips locked,
bodies moulded and fitted snugly together. Hardness meeting hot,
teasing hardness...
"Oi! Lover boys! Get a room and let thirsty folks get to the bar!" A
good natured call finally penetrated their senses.
It was an excellent suggestion. And later when Jack relaxed in a
comfortable bed with his sexually satiated body entwined with Leon's,
he resolved to go back to the bar to give the bartender a big tip.
"Four."
"What was that?" Jack looked down at Leon whose head was resting on his
chest.
"It was four times since you left m-- 'died' in that fake helicopter
crash. And-- you were right. It was a fucked up idea."
An old memory finally connected the dots for Jack. "Shit! Leon? Why did
you let the Organization fuck you up so bad?" Jack sat up and pulled
Leon with him. "Why did you stay?"
"Jack-- where else would I go?" Leon refused to meet his gaze.
"Besides-- I dealt with it much better than they thought I could..."
"And that was more because of your stubbornness, I wager." Jack hugged
Leon tight as his memories took him back to their training days.
"Have you ever pulled a train?" It
had been said in jest. A notion Jack Krauser had introduced to his
lover one night as a prelude to hot sex when he was trying to dirty
talk Leon Kennedy into coming without touching him. Jack never expected
him to latch onto the idea.
Jack was a selfish man. When he
claimed someone as his, he had no intention of sharing him or her ever.
However, Leon was equally stubborn with a mind of his own.
Jack knew that Leon was a troubled
young man, old beyond his years because of his experience in Raccoon
City during the outbreak; one of a handful of survivors. When he
entered training, Kennedy already held one of the highest kill records
in the camp collectively. The instructors knew he had the makings of a
top agent. However, Raccoon City also taught Kennedy how to rely on
himself-- and how to distrust authority.
It was unfortunate, but Kennedy was
quite liable to embarrass his superiors because of his resourcefulness.
Plus where he's stymied, he'd go through his own underground channels
to get things done. Christ Redfield and his underground resistance
fighters were one such group. His superiors *knew* Leon was the leak,
but they could never prove it.
In truth, even Jack could clearly see
the Agency didn't know what to do with him. Kennedy was too good to let
go and too independent to be given free rein. His potential to cause
embarrassment was too great to be ignored.
More times than not, Jack was sure
that a certain level of support was withheld from Leon's missions as a
warning to him to toe the line. Unfortunately, Leon was stubborn enough
to weather the difficulties on his own and pull miracles out of
seemingly hopeless situations. As Leon once told Jack, after Raccoon
City nothing else thrown at him had yet measured up to the stress and
terror he had endured there to survive. But Leon also realised that his
luck would finally run out on him one day, which made him ask for what
he did.
It took weeks of persuasion, but Leon
finally got Jack to help him. It was that or be left in the dark
regarding the event. Though it was the first time Jack was arranging a
gang bang for a man, he found no lack of volunteers. Jack had to remind
himself that it was what Leon's fucked up psyche wanted. He had wild
girlfriends before who'd want extreme sex. But Leon's reasoning...
A memory of a controlled gang bang to
help him disassociate himself from a gang rape should he suffer that
fate. Leon believed it would help him. Jack thought he was crazy.
Jack prepared Leon the best he could
on the fateful night in the communal showers. He handcuffed the man to
a showerhead, then did his utmost to pamper him by washing his body and
hair, giving him a full body massage before thoroughly slicking him up
and fucking him until he came.
Then while Leon was still shuddering
and twitching from the aftershocks of his orgasm, Jack secured a hood
over his hair and eyes and pushed a ball gag in his mouth. The slamming
of locker doors and calls of greetings in the next room told them they
were ready none too soon.
Loud cheers rang against the tiles of
the communal showers as the new entrants emerged from the locker room.
"Nice! Krauser."
"Christmas is early. Here we all are
wondering how to get in his pants and you practically give us an
engraved invitation."
"Sure that sweet ass ain't cherry?"
"’course it’s not. Our man popped it
ages ago."
Jack looked up at the crowd of men
from where he knelt tying ropes about Leon's ankles. "Listen to this."
He brandished the pressure alarm in his hand and released it. Letting
them take note of the squeal it gave out before tightening his grip on
it again to shut it off.
"Old hands at this, Jack."
"We'll take right good care of the
goods."
Jack gave them a sharp nod before
placing the device in Leon's firm grip. "Safe out when you feel you've
had enough, Leon. I've got your back."
Jack had a lot of misgivings about
the scene as he witnessed his lover swallow hard before giving him a
nod. Then he had to back off and leave him to the fifteen men Leon had
asked for.
As warned, Leon tried to lash out at
his approaching users with his legs, but a laugh and a quick grab on
the ropes attached to his ankles soon rendered them immobile. He
squirmed and struggled as hard as he could within the limits accorded
to him by the cuffs and ropes, but it was of course futile. They easily
tied the ropes to convenient pipes which kept Leon's legs stretched
wide open and vulnerable.
Jack swallowed hard as he watched
numerous hands pinching and groping his lover's body, fingers
familiarly violating and exploring Leon's body where once only Jack had
the privilege to touch him. However, this was just a tame precursor.
Without further ceremony, the first
man stepped up to spear a hard cock into his lover, making Leon tense
from the sudden pain of penetration as it easily sled in to the balls.
The resulting clench caused his user to sag against Leon with a curse.
"Oh, shit! K-- Krauser-- F--u--ck! K-- Kid's-- ti-- tighter than a
virgin."
"Well hurry up so we can check it out
ourselves."
Jack watched as Leon forced himself
to relax, knowing that they'd tear him to pieces and make mince meat of
his ass if he stayed tensed. His lover understood that any advantage
Jack bestowed on him by stretching and slicking his passage with the
first fuck would be lost if he didn't go limp.
Jack watched impassively as Leon
writhed and squirmed, helplessly impaled on a seemingly endless train
of ravaging cocks. Jack had to wonder if it was military discipline
which had the men taking turns like clockwork. They gave Leon very
little respite in between fuckings. As soon as one satiated cock was
pulled out a pair of hard hands would grab his hips to position him for
another eager steel hard length ready to be plunged into place to fill
Leon's come slicked warmth. But even then, an air of impatience grew
among the men waiting in the wings.
Jack really regretted fulfilling
Leon's request to gather fifteen men for his one-man orgy then. Long
before the last man had his turn, the first was rested and eager for
another go. It was only a matter of time...
"Screw it! The kid has more than one
hole. I wanna feel his lips on me."
Jack's mouth grew tight as he watched
the men unhook Leon's wrists from the showerhead and re-secure his arms
behind his back, all without dislodging the current man hanging on to
his hips and fucking him firmly. Though he was obviously struggling
against the men, Leon was still holding the pressure alarm firmly. And
Jack had to forcefully remind himself that Leon asked for this.
Leon was barely settled on his knees
and the ball gag removed before the first cock was shoved past his lips
to fill his mouth. "Use your tongue, kid. Gods use your tongue."
Jack flushed in agony to watch his
lover being forced to give head. The worst of it was to know that Leon
was a skilled artist at fellatio. However, the men were too impatient
to let Leon ply his skill, choosing instead to hold their captive's
head in place as they fucked his mouth.
Evidence of Leon's hard struggles and
the force with which his captors held him were beginning to show on his
skin, appearing as rapidly flowering bruises. Jack grimaced to see the
hand marks on Leon's hips and body, attesting to how firmly the men
were holding him while they fucked him. Yet the pressure alarm remained
silent and held tight in Leon's grip.
By some unconscious agreement, the
men had at one point release the ropes on Leon's ankles and flipped him
on his back. Then assigned a man each to hold his legs spread wide
while one man after another knelt between them to fuck his ass into the
ground as another straddled his face to fuck his mouth.
Jack realised why else they chose
this position as a fifth man participated now by jerking on Leon's
hardened cock in time with the man thrusting into his ass. Apparently,
they had noticed Leon hadn't orgasmed and they were going to try and
tease it out of him now. A fact, Leon appeared none too pleased about
since he squirmed and struggled more energetically against his captors'
holds. However, he still didn't safe out. And this made Jack curse
Leon's stubbornness all the more.
Fucked hard and furiously by the
eager men, while being expertly jerked off, Leon couldn't hold out
against the forced stimulus. He came hard to the raucous cheers of his
users, splattering his release over his stomach and chest.
Through the rest of the night, the
communal showers rang with cheers twice more as the gang bang party
milked Leon's cock with clever hands and smeared his semen over his
stomach. But still the pressure alarm remained silent.
Jack really didn't want to watch his
lover's complete ravishment. There always seemed to be too many hands
on him; holding his arms, his hips, his body, his head, his legs.
They held tight to counter the struggle to pull away from their firm
grips. But to be fair, Jack could see that they gave Leon ample moments
to catch his breath between cocks seeking the warmth of his
mouth.
Occasionally, Leon would make a
concerted attempt to pull his legs free and kick at them. But they'd
just laugh at him, hold him tighter adding more bruises to his legs,
and fuck him harder. And Jack would check that Leon was still holding
the pressure alarm. That he wasn't really trying to unsuccessfully safe
out.
Throughout the night, Leon's captors
pumped release after release of semen down his throat, or sometimes
sprayed it over his hooded face and neck. Similarly, pulsating cocks
deposited load after load of semen deep inside his bowels. Though
occasionally, they would also shoot ropes of come over his thighs and
stomach.
Jack could feel his agitation grow to
watch Leon's wrists becoming heavily chaffed and bruised from the
handcuffs. His neck and chest looked increasingly mauled by the
countless biting teeth of his abusers. The skin on his hips and waist
were already nearly black with bruises from the hard hands holding him
in place to be fucked. His buttocks seemingly burned a cherry red with
the vigorous slap of hard muscled hips against his flash. The brief
glimpses of his ass convinced Jack that Leon was already fucked raw
with the burning slide of each cock in and out of him. And yet
the alarm stayed held securely.
It seemed to Jack that an eternity
passed before Leon finally succumbed to exhaustion and shock to faint
from the abuse heaped upon him. To Jack's relief, the revellers were
disciplined enough to stop dead in their tracks and step away from
Leon's limp body when the pressure alarm squealed. Jack was only too
eager to wave all of them off so that he could tend to his lover in
private.
"Is the kid really all right?"
"Shit. We really fucked him good!"
"Looks disgusting."
"But he's still hot."
"I have him." Jack pushed the
unconscious Leon on his side to find and switch off the squealing
alarm. "Take off. The lot of you."
"Kid's hot, Krauser. Call me back any
time if he wants to do this again."
"I'll keep that in mind." 'Like when
hell freezes over.'
Jack waited for the last man to exit
before he took out the smelling salts and waved it beneath Leon's nose.
He woke up quickly to the pungent odours.
"Jack?" Leon seemed barely able to
croak.
"You fainted. I sent them away." Jack
growled at him. "Why didn't you safe out?"
"Good-- experience. I asked for this.
This-- luxury of-- of the ordeal ending-- when I faint-- won't be there
in a-- a real gang rape."
Jack fumed silently as he watched
Leon cataloguing his physical state. Come drenched and generously
covered in bruises and bite marks, his lover looked brutally ravaged.
Jack had to repeatedly tell himself that Leon asked for this. Otherwise
he would be in the lockers now breaking heads.
"Thank you, Jack." He took it as his
cue to turn on the shower and remove the handcuffs.
The waters rained down on Leon,
gently washing away the worst of the accumulated body fluids. Leon
didn't even twitch when Jack pressed an air gun to his left buttock and
administered a triple-green cure all to heal the various minor cuts and
bruises which covered his body.
Leon tried to get up.
"Let me, Leon."
Leon protested. "If this were a real
mission, I'd have no one to depend on except myself."
"I know that. But right now, *I* need
this." Leon gazed into his eyes and nodded at last, letting Jack
minister to him without further protest.
Jack had gently washed Leon inside
and out then fucked him when he was done. He was determined that Leon
ended this bit of midnight fun with Jack as his first and last lover.
"How ever many people you have
fucking you in your life time won't matter to me, Leon. You are mine
and I will always claim you back." He had whispered this to Leon
as he carried the exhausted man back to their rooms.
"I thought-- hoped it was only one." Jack admitted softly.
Leon shrugged, guessing what Jack was trying to say. "When was that?"
"Russia, six months after I..."
"That was number one." Leon grimaced. "And you were right. It was a
fucked up idea. The shower fuck did nothing to prepare me for the real
thing."
Jack's arms tighten around Leon with that memory.
~.~
He had been visiting one of Wesker's
underworld contacts when his host casually offered him some
entertainment before he left. What he walked in on was the absolute
last thing on his mind.
"He will break soon." The Russian had
told Jack as they watched several naked men holding down a weakly
struggling prisoner while their comrade fucked him.
Jack forced himself not to react as
he recognized Leon. Instead he snorted. "And how long have you been
saying that, Comrade?"
"A week—well—nearly two now. He
cries, begs us to stop--" The man grimaced. "By all accounts, we have
broken him. But he still refuses to answer our questions."
"Is the information he holds still
important?"
"It’s probably not relevant anymore."
His host admitted. "And every guard here has already fucked the boy at
least four times."
Jack clamped down on his fury, hiding
it in an expression of astonishment. "You have nearly fifty guards at
this facility. He's outlasted them?"
"Fifty-three." The man smiled. "But
you see, agent Krauser. The boy has become for us, an entertainment. He
is-- beautiful when he cries. And it is addictive to look upon him when
you have him squirming and writhing on your cock.
"Perhaps you'd like a try?" The man's
gesture stopped the next rapist from taking his turn. And the men drew
apart with smirks and sniggers to let their guest have a good look at
their sex toy.
Krauser barely held back an
appreciative groan at the sight revealed to him. Leon lay nude
and held down by his wrists and ankles to the come soaked mattress; his
eyes half lidded, face flushed and cheeks stained with tears and
streaks of come, chest heaving in rugged pants of exhaustion. His neck
and chest bore numerous circular cuts and bruises attesting to the
eager mouths and teeth of his abusers. Almost every inch of his
skin appeared to be smeared or caked with crusted come. And his
ass seemingly gaped with semen dripping generously from his much abused
hole.
"Some people would look disgusting
and cheap when they're covered in come and bruises." His host's words
intruded on his study of his ex-lover."However, this boy-- he looks
inviting, doesn't he? He's meant to be shared and enjoyed by a crowd.
The more the merrier." The sentiment was but an echo of Krauser's own
thoughts.
Krauser kept his expression steady
and disinterested. "I don't get it up for sloppy seconds, or from what
you say sloppy hundreds." He could only hope he managed to catch just
the right tone of the disgust in his voice.
The man laughed as he gestured for
the men to carry on. Leon groaned and trashed weakly in the grip of his
captors as a new cock plundered his ass. "Please-- no more. No more..."
Leon started to sob much to his abusers amusement.
Turning away had been the hardest
thing Krauser had ever done in his life. But he was on an undercover
mission and he couldn't jeopardise it because of feelings for an
ex-lover. He did, however, send off a distress signal for Kennedy and
hoped for the best.
"So you're the one who got a signal out for me? Thanks... I-- I never
asked how long it took the Agency to get me out of that hell hole."
Leon told Jack quietly. "I thought I would die in that cell... finally
fucked to death. Woke up in a hospital...
"That's when I learned their observation made its way back to my boss'
ears." Leon snorted. "I got reassigned to Honey trap missions after
that."
"Shit! That was damn insensitive!"
"Why not? The Colonel suggested I focus on revenge as my motivation to
seduce my targets. They were teaching me how to use my body as a weapon
to seduce and turn the tables instead of lying back and staying a
victim.
"I already had every sense of pride and innocence fucked out of me.
After Russia, it wasn't like it'd be a stretch to act shy, virginal and
scared." Leon told him bitterly. "I learned. Became the best in the
business. Even managed to turn the next couple of gang rapes around and
got the bastards fighting among themselves to claim exclusive rights to
me as a bed warmer."
"Next couple--" Krauser was angry about the situation Leon was in, but
even that didn't distract him from understanding a certain detail. "You
told me it was four times, Leon. What happened with the one time you
hadn't mentioned yet?"
Leon went very quiet, and for a minute Krauser was sure his lover
wasn't going to volunteer any enlightenment. He started to open his
mouth, meaning to break the awkward silence when the smaller man spoke
again.
"The techniques only work on humans. I couldn't do a thing that time an
Umbrella bastard released a nest of Lickers on me." Krauser pulled Leon
tighter against him as he felt the man shiver from the memory. "Turns
out the broken-hearted prick deliberately threw a vial of hormones at
me in the fire fight that preceded my flight.
"The Lickers ran me to the ground five miles outside the facility. Just
when I thought I was about to die I had my pants torn off and a cock
shoved up my ass. ‘seems the scent I carried had the Lickers thinking I
was breeding material. Wasn't anything I could do to escape a dozen
fuck happy Lickers. I had to wait for my backup to find me and shoot
the buggers.
"The Spain mission was supposed to be a milk run, an easy mission to
make up for the week long monster rape." Leon looked up at Krauser with
a wry smile. "Even the President thought Ashley was just messing around
and did a runner on her bodyguards."
"Fuck, with Intel that bad..." Jack didn't like the nonchalant way Leon
spoke about rape. "Leon-- Leave them! Put in a transfer and come
with me."
"Jack--"
"The Agency doesn't have a sensitive bone in its entire organization,
Leon." Jack told him earnestly. "Wesker takes a damn sight better care
of his agents.
"Fuck, Leon. You saved the President's daughter and singlehandedly
eliminated the Los Illuminados threat. What was your reward? They've
got you back on honey trap operations again, haven't they?"
Leon looked away.
"Shit!" Jack couldn't stand it anymore. "Leave them, Leon. Come with
me. *I'll* not let another bastard anywhere near you again."
"What?!"
"You heard me? I want you. And I want you exclusively!"
Leon's face suffused with anger. "What right have yo--"
"I don't, okay?! Not after I left you so abruptly, but I'm asking you
to choose now." Jack yelled back. "I don't like hearing that you've
been raped by more men and monsters than you've chosen lovers. And
that's a fact, isn't it?"
Leon flushed and looked away. Jack touched his face gently to make him
look up again. "How many lovers did you have after me, Leon?"
The reply was soft and given with great reluctance. "None outside of
duty."
"Then come with me and I'll watch your back." Jack told him gruffly.
"And I'll make sure it'll be none inside of duty too. It'll just be
me-- like it should have been all along."
A faint smirk pulled on Leon's lips. "Do I get a ring too?"
"I'll buy you one in the morning." Jack grinned.
Wesker stared thoughtfully at the report from Krauser. This was
certainly unexpected. A day ago it would have been unheard of to
think of Leon Scott Kennedy agreeing to a transfer to work under him.
Yet Krauser somehow convinced the man to set aside his Redfield tainted
distrust of Wesker.
Wesker didn't even mind Krauser's demand for Kennedy to be permanently
assigned as his partner either. He could better use the pair as a
two-man field unit. And Wesker certainly had no intention of wasting
Kennedy on honey trap operations which would in time to come only
destabilize the man's psyche.
It was a win-win situation all around. How unusual... Wesker wasn't
going to look a gift horse in the mouth. For now he'd just count his
blessings and enjoy his good fortune--
His door slammed open to allow the entrance of one Ada Wong. "Kennedy
is gay!"
Wesker raised an eyebrow at her frustrated growl. "And?" What Krauser
and Kennedy did in their spare time was hardly a concern to him.
He felt a headache come on as the woman started to scream and rant in
his office. So much for the idea of a Win-Win situation all around...
Now if Wong would just pause for breath long enough for him to get a
word in edge-wise, he had an errand he could send her out on to get her
away from him.
Under serious consideration, Wesker also resolved to make sure Wong was
out on assignment whenever Krauser and Kennedy were at the base.
Somehow, he didn't think his headquarters could stand another
confrontation between Wong and Krauser. The man never did forgive her
for killing him in Spain.
As he watched the woman pacing and ranting in his office, Wesker
started thinking ahead of the scheduling he'd need to take care of. At
worst, Wong's behaviour would only be this bad for a few months. That
is, until her much denied romantic nature finally surfaced again and
she did a complete 180 to start pestering the pair into getting
married.
Until then... Wesker shuddered as he eyed the still ranting woman.
Win-Win? Bah humbug! Maybe, he'd be better off to save himself a lot of
future migraines by assigning himself on field work.
~Owari~
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