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"Ah... for the love of-" James says out of breath, running while holding his wet crimson side. A knife to the torso plus the uncomfortable feeling of little dark slimy things under his skin.
He needs the cure, Leon and Jill instructed him what to do if he ever encountered The Mastermind in the trials.
"God, how I wish Leon was here..." James thinks.
Leon's presence would always soothe him, keep his anxiety on moderate levels. His smile, a small sunshine among the everlasting darkness.
It's the first time he has encountered The Mastermind, he couldn't even properly look at his face while he crashed into him and then stabbed him right between his right ribs. The panic immediately setting in as his heart starts beating rapidly at the sight of his own blood spurting out from his new wound and slightly from his mouth. He just runs.
A scream. He swallows his own blood accidently and he chokes. He's alone now.
Witnessing his three fellow survivors fight with everything they had, their demise inevitable.
He starts searching a supply crate and finds a first aid spray bottle.
"I think I just gotta..." He sprays himself, the harsh, uncomfortable and wet sensation under his skin, melting away by the soothing mist. James exhales slowly, a breath he didn't even realize he was holding while applying the spray.
"Okay... I just.. Need to find that little door on the ground and maybe... a first aid kit?" He whispers to himself, feeling slightly dizzy thanks to the blood loss.
He walks towards the main lobby of the Raccoon City Police Department and takes a second left. He smiles at the "Welcome, Leon" banner at the top.
"I hope the campfire is keeping you warm, Leon." He continues walking towards the back of the offices, hoping to find his escape.
A few minutes pass and he gives up on the hatch after looking throughout the left wing. James tries to keep himself upright, walking towards one of the exit gates, and pulls on the handle, putting his whole weight on it.
"Please, hurryy-" He slurs.
James doesn't notice the whooshing sound approaching rapidly behind him, and just barely processes the crushing feeling that engulfs his whole body. All the air leaves his lungs and he coughs blood violently.
"Guhhh...!" He gasps loudly, his arms reaching to the black tendrils replacing his predator's arm.
"So slow to catch on...Heh. Ah, James Sunderland. I've heard quite some things about you." The Mastermind says in a mocking tone.
"Pl- aah!" James attempts to beg, but the sharp, overwhelming pain dominates his whole being, causing him to freeze, nothing but fear in his eyes.
"I must say, your feeble attempts to evade me the whole trial was dully noted. It was quite a pathetic sight to behold, since you were making no attempt to fight back like the other cretins." The Mastermind smirks.
"J-Just... thhh... take me. Just end it. I-" James whispers, his hands letting go of the tendrils, going completely limp at the mercy of The Mastermind.
"What a submissive little thing that you are, James. You see. My favorite type of prey is the submissive type. Maybe I should reward you for not wasting my time with pathetic attempts to escape your inevitable end." He chokes James' neck harder, but not enough to make him go unconscious.
James attempts to gasp, choking sounds coming out of him. He stares directly at The Mastermind with begging eyes.
"I... d...deserve..... ghh...this." James manages to say weakly.
A low chuckle escapes The Mastermind's lips. And suddenly lets go of the begging man. James falls to the cold floor, water drops from the dark sky tainting his hair and face. He swallows and looks up.
"I shall reward you for your dear submission to me. For being such a good specimen." The Mastermind hovers over him closely, then nudges James' crotch with his left boot.
James gasps, quickly covering his bleeding mouth with his left hand. " W-What are you-" The sudden sensation making him tremble on the ground. "What in the world- is this- why am I-.... does blood loss cause this? Adrenaline for survival? I can't think... I-"
The Mastermind kneels down and holds James' jaw in a tight grip, forcing him to look into his eyes. "I will be taking you now, my dear James."
"Wa-wait!" James gasps and feels The Mastermind's mouth on his, his tendrils making work of his pants, pulling them down as well as his grey briefs. A moan escapes him, and he realizes in horror that his member is hard and standing with full attention thanks to the strange sensation.
The Mastermind pulls at James' hair as he pulls away from the heated kiss.
"My my, such eager prey." One of his tendrils goes to the angry, open gash between his ribs, and pushes into the wound slightly.
"Ow, ngh-!" His sentence gets cut off immediately by yet another heated, wet kiss. A moan escaping his lips in spite of the white, hot pain resurfacing once again as it once did in the middle of the trial. More tendrils expanding and getting ahold of both his thighs to spread him. Then, a lone tendril attempting to breach his tight ring of muscle.
"Seven minutes. Seven minutes is all I can spare to play with you." He removes the lone tendril around James' entrance, the rest of the expanding tendrils not letting go of his submissive prey.
Still pushing onto the other's red, angry wound. Using his other hand, he unbuckles his belt and releases his heavy, aching cock. James' submissive behavior causing The Mastermind to develop a deep desire to fuck him right there. He proceeds to remove every single piece of clothing from James, throwing them to the side rapidly.
The tendrils once again start getting ahold of James' hips, spreading his legs, now spreading more and more to his upper torso. Playing with his nipples, forcing James' arms behind him while adding some pressure around his neck. The pleasure now overcoming the pain of his wounds, he moans into yet another wet, hot kiss. James gasps away from the kiss and looks down at The Mastermind's hard, thick cock. A thick pearl of pre-cum escapes James' aching cock at the view.
"Interested now, are we?" The Mastermind purrs while he pulls off his right glove with his teeth. He starts jacking himself off right in front of James, and uses his own pre-cum to smear two fingers with it. He then proceeds to rub circles around James' eager entrance. He inserts a finger without notice, and starts fingering at a moderate pace.
"Fu-! Please- I-!" James gasps. Squirming on the floor, at the mercy of The Mastermind's fingers and tendrils.
The Mastermind's left hand's tendrils never ceasing their hold neither leaving James' body. He inserts another digit, twisting and scissoring, searching.
James sees stars. And lets out a choked whimper.
"OH GOD. OH GOD- th-there, plea-" He begs, looking at The Mastermind with mouth slightly open by the delicious, burning pleasure.
"Well well well.. What have we here, my dear." He removes his fingers immediately, and as soon as James whimpers for the sudden emptiness, The Mastermind aligns his cock without any warning and starts pounding into the other violently.
"Oh my God. OH GOD! OH GOD! FUCK FUCKKK-!! I- Your..! PLEASE!" James stumbles around his words.
Wet, lewd sounds fill his ears. The slapping of skin and his cock bouncing every time The Mastermind fucks into him, hard. The tendrils pulling at his sensitive, hard nipples. The pressure around his neck, reaching that delicious slight pain and stimulation. The hold around his legs, pulling and pulling to expose every single part of his body to The Mastermind. That lone tendril pushing into his hot red wound, fucking into it as well, deliciously slow.
James becomes a moaning mess while his sweet spot inside of him gets abused non-stop. Tears starting to form around his eyes, and traveling down his cheekbones, towards his jawline.
The line between pleasure and pain, destroying his whole being. His insides screaming, the white heat under his belly growing. The Mastermind growls and holds James' jaw tightly to pull him into a open, wet kiss, nothing but the desire to swallow his precious prey's moans and incoherent whimpers. He wanted everything from his prey, he would take everything from him. He would make him his.
"Give in. Submit to me, James." The Mastermind growls between the hot kisses, his pace becoming much faster and aggressive.
"OH FUCK, OH MY GOD. PLEASE, RIGHT THERE! I SUBMIT TO YOU! Ta-take my everything, I'm yours! I'm- I'm!" James says with urgency, closing his eyes and lets out a choked out scream while he comes and covers the tendrils and torso with his own hot seed.
The Mastermind finishes inside of James seconds later. He still fucks into him, his seed spurting around the still occupied, aching, spent hole. His tendrils slowly releasing James' body. The tendril pulls out as well from the other's wound and starts rubbing around it, soothing even after their mutual climax.
James feels The Mastermind pulling out slowly, his seed gushes out. He can't do anything about the overwhelming darkness that starts to engulf James when he tries turning his head up from the floor he couldn't move from, and notices the satisfied, smug smile The Mastermind gives him before he passes out.
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James wakes up, he feels like he's floating. He sees the world moving around him.
He's been carried. His clothes are back, but the feeling of pure exhaustion and the pain on his side and his whole body overwhelms him once again.
"Wh-what is going on...?" He muttered.
"Is that the proper way to greet the one that will reward you this time with freedom?" Wesker greets the other. The faint sound of the hatch could be heard the more steps The Mastermind took with James over his shoulder.
The Mastermind then drops James right next to the hatch, kneeling right next to him and holding his jaw, raising his face. He removes his black shades with his other hand, and his eyes like fire, glow brightly. Freezing James completely.
"You better not forget that you are mine from now on." He tightens his grip around James' jaw, kissing his neck hungrily.
"Ah... ah..I- yes. Of course." James moans softly.
The Mastermind smirks and forcefully pushes James into the hatch. The other disappearing into the consuming darkness within.
"I'm just getting started."