Pixeryx

Leon blinked at you before putting on a sarcastic smile, “yes, honey, I'm looking for my winter gloves when it’s the middle of summer.” He waved his hand towards the window you had open, the breeze coming through feeling nice in the stuffy apartment. 

“Hey, with you, I never know.” You threw the last pair of dirty jeans into the hamper, “besides, you could be being sent to Antarctica for a mission.” 

Leon closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, “can you just please help me find them?” 

“I told you to put them- “ 

“Where I wouldn’t lose them. I know. I would really like some assistance in finding them so I can put them in a safe place next time.” 

You walked over to your husband of four months and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “do your really need your gloves every mission? You can’t go one without them?” 

Leon pressed a kiss to your lips, “No, I can’t. They help to keep this,” he held up his ring finger, showing his wedding band, “from getting lost.” 

You smiled, “if you would like, I can get you a chain to hang it on during missions and you can just wear it around your neck.” 

Leon knew that you were slightly joking but serious. He had bought you one of those ring holder necklaces from when you took off your engagement ring at work because you were moving a lot of heavy things around and you didn’t want to damage it. 

You were in tears when you got home that day and looked down to see your ring missing, trying to remember where you had set it. Praying to God it wasn’t in the bathroom of the grocery store you were at after work because it'd be long gone. Leon trying to calm you down and walk you through the day. 

Your coworker had called you saying that you had left it there, and she tucked it inside a little baggie and set it in your locker, taking off the combo lock she had on hers and putting it on yours to make sure it was safe. 

He never had to calm you down again for misplacing your ring after he got you that necklace.  

“I don’t think a chain is going to help keep it safe if I'm getting thrown around and shit, sweetheart. I'd feel better wearing my gloves.” 

You shrugged, “just leave it here.” 

Leon looked at you bewildered, “take off my ring and leave it here?” 

“It's not like you're doing it for nefarious reasons, Leon. If you're scared of it coming off and losing it wherever you’re going, just keep it here on your nightstand and you’ll have peace of mind that’s its safe.”  

Leon crossed his arms, “I don’t want to.”  

You sighed, “Leon, my love, if you didn’t want solutions- “ 

“I want my solution and my solution involves wearing my gloves.” 

You closed your eyes as if you were finding patience with a child, “baby, you got to get going. Just set it down on the nightstand and I'll try finding your gloves while you're gone.” 

“No. It's my wedding ring. I'm not leaving my wedding ring here. It’s the one thing that’s constantly on me that reminds me of you.” 

You felt your heart swell a little, “that’s sweet but Hunnigan- “ 

“Hunnigan can wait until my gloves are found.” He turned back towards the dresser, pulling open a drawer. 

You sighed, walking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” he responded, “hence why the ring stays on.” 

You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, “alright then. You get to tell Hunnigan why you were late.” 

“She doesn’t scare me.” He said as you started leaving and you paused, smirking. 

“I'll be sure to pass along the message.” 

Leon looked over his shoulder, eyes trained on you, “keep that to yourself. Husband-wife confidentiality.” 

You shrugged as you drifted towards the door, “I don’t know, Leon. That sounded pretty serious. I think it should get reported.” 

“Babe, I’m serious. That’s between us.” He turned to fully face you, “Ingrid doesn’t need to know I said that.” Leon closed the gap between the two of you and took your hand. 

You sighed, leaning into him a little, “You’re absolutely right, Leon. She doesn’t need to know.” You smiled, giving him a kiss, “I’ll go check the laundry room. Why don’t you make sure you didn’t leave them in a coat pocket.” 

Leon gave you another kiss before nodding, “good idea.” 

You disappeared from his sight, and a minute later he heard your voice, “Yeah, Ingrid. Leon just said the most interesting thing…” 

“I was joking! It was a joke!” He called as he turned, leaving the bedroom to run after you while you laughed. 

I've had a post like this in my drafts for over a week now, ever since I saw the scene for the first time, but I've had to rewrite this post numerous times to try to reign in a lot of my feelings. And I want to make it clear before I get into all of this that this post is not intended to shame or scold anyone, rather it's intended to be an analysis of the scene.

Admittedly, I was taken by surprise by a lot of the reactions to this scene. From the moment the scene leaked, it made me immediately uncomfortable, because that is what the scene was intended to do. RE is a survival horror series, so seeing Leon get taken out so quickly and then assaulted by the villain had my skin crawling. That said, it seems this did not have the same effect for a number of people and I've seen a variety of reactions to this scene ranging from people saying they wish they were Viktor to people arguing Leon "must've liked it" because he "didn't immediately fight back," which was a bit unsettling to me, because although I think anyone with eyes can agree Leon's a very attractive character, I don't find pleasure in watching him be assaulted. I don't wish I was the one doing that assault.

But I also don't think that people are saying this with malicious intent, rather I think a lot of people's understanding of what sexual assault is is limited to rape and other more "obvious," forms. Sexual assault is an umbrella term for a variety of non-consensual encounters, but all of it hinges on the non-consensual sexualized contact or behavior meant to assert power through bodily violation, which is what happened in this scene. But I think a lot of the confusion here is because it isn't as blatantly obvious as it's often portrayed in media-- Viktor wasn't groping Leon's ass, he wasn't talking about wanting to have sex with Leon, he didn't fully undress Leon, but the way he touches Leon communicates a possesive and somewhat sexual intent.

You have to understand some background info about Viktor to fully understand why this scene was as creepy as it is. Viktor's a doctor who's been working with Umbrella, and he's been essentially trafficking people at that Care Center and doing illegal and unethical experiments on them. He is, for lack of a better term, a very sick and twisted individual. But he's also a stalker, and he has an obsession with watching people. Right off the bat we're made aware of this in the game, as he decides to toy with Grace in the Wrenwood Hotel by luring her to a room where pictures of her-- including her as a minor-- are spread out on the bed. Viktor had been stalking Grace (and Alyssa), taking pictures of her and as we later learn, collecting her DNA for years.

And similarly, he seems to have some sort of vested interest in Leon even outside of Leon potentially interfering with his plan for Grace. Viktor's still a freak with the cameras, and he's been watching Leon through the camera from the moment Leon arrived. And as soon as he's able to, he immediately separates Leon from Grace and moves in on Leon. He corners Leon in the hall and tells him it's "so nice to finally meet him," before he grabs Leon by the throat and proceeds to choke Leon unconscious while whispering in Leon's ear, before mockingly telling Leon to shush.

While Leon is unconscious (for several hours, mind you) Viktor searches Leon for weapons and takes off Leon's coat. And we don't know the exact details of what happened since it obviously isn't shown, but a stalker who already has some fucked up fascination with Leon knocking him out and then taking some of his clothes off to strip him of his weapons is creepy as hell. He also goes through the effort of setting up a nice neat little torture center for Leon-- note the staged light, the plastic tarp in the background, all the tools set up on the cart, etc.

When Leon first comes too, he's a little snarky. He's staring Viktor down and makes a smart-ass comment about hoping it's the silent treatment, and Viktor seems to revel in that because Leon isn't outwardly displaying any sort of fear towards him, and that's what Viktor wants, he wants to "put Leon in his place," and make him afraid. But I also find it quite telling the way he asks if Leon came here for him or for Grace-- the voice actor did an amazing job here because the way the line is deliveried implies that Viktor feels a little... jealous at the prospect that Leon wasn't here for him and him specifically-- so again, its highlighting his weird fascination and fixation on Leon. He also continues that theme of the faux-concern or faux-care, talking gently to Leon like they're lovers having a conversation rather than him being about to assault Leon.

But I also want to highlight the change in Leon's demeanor throughout their interactions. Even when Viktor corners Leon in the hallway, Leon's quite confident. And once Leon comes to and Viktor starts on his creepy ass speech, Leon's glaring Viktor down-- he's not afraid (at least not outwardly expressing that) and he's staring Viktor down with confidence. And Viktor's "...right..." indicates he's frusterated by Leon's lack of fear and the fact that Leon isn't talking to him. He wants to provoke Leon, he wants to make Leon scared, he wants to get a reaction out of Leon and rial him up. But he also knows Leon's a trained agent, so he turns up the creepy factor to get under Leon's skin-- both literally and figuratively.

But as soon as Viktor picks up that scalpel and starts walking where Leon can't see him, shit gets serious, and Leon seems to know at that point that he's in trouble. Its not the first time Leon's been knocked out, tied up, and woken up without his jacket or his weapons (4R), but this isn't just a standard torture and interrogation scene either. Leon grimaces and then lets out a breath, straightening his posture and trying to keep himself still. As a trained agnet, Leon's undoubtely been through "what to do if the enemy tries to torture you for information" training so it's clear he's trying not to give Viktor the reaction he wants, but as we see, Leon's only human.

And that brings us to the most talked about part of this whole sequence: when Viktor brushes Leon’s bangs back and caresses his cheek. That gesture is intimate. It is slow, deliberate, and entirely unnecessary for torture. The combination of a blade in hand, Leon being tied up, and tender mimicry creates a dynamic that mirrors coercive sexual aggression-- he's letting Leon know that he can do whatever he wants to Leon. It's clear that even though Leon's not outwardly freaking out, the gesture still unsettles him. He holds very still, his jaw tightens and he stares off into the distance, refuses to even look at Viktor like he did before.

But I think the most striking part about all this touching is just how unecessary it is and the way Viktor does it. If he wanted to kill Leon, he had more than enough oppertunities to do so, but he doesn't because he wants to fuck with Leon on a psychological level-- the same reason he plants the 'Welcome Leon' sign and the 'you can't save anyone' card later on. He clearly knows Leon and is playing on Leon's percieved weakness or insecurities. So he's not touching Leon rough, he's not just messing with Leon's hair or touching him, he's petting Leon and whispering too him "sweetly" and every gesture is slow and intimate because it makes it that much more unsettling-- especially the way he moves his fingers when he's touching Leon's neck.

And Leon managed to sit through all of this and stay outwardly calm until the creepy ass neck fondle and the way Viktor bent down and put his face near Leon's to whisper in his ear again, because that is when Leon snaps and comments on Viktor's breathe... which pisses Viktor off so he slices the part of Leon's neck he was just fondling.

And once Leon frees himself, he gets to kick Viktor in the balls and in the face, but interestingly enough, Leon seems to kinda flounder here, and I think he was a bit more worked up than he portrayed himself to be. In other words, I think he was scared, but he was hiding it well. Because Leon didn't take Viktor down-- even with the strong kicks, it stunned Viktor, but if Viktor wanted to, he could've easily grabbed Leon again because Leon stumbles backward with his hand over his neck and crashes into the card, leaning over it trying to grab the gun. And at first I just thought this was because of the cut since he did cut Leon's neck, but upon closer examination, that cut was pretty shallow.

Viktor didn't hit a vein or an artery or cause any sort of major damage where Leon would be stumbling around woozy from blood loss. And we know its not 'cause of the infection since we see Leon stumble around delirious because of that later in the game when it progresses to stage 3. So that leaves either Leon still being a little out of it because he'd been recently choked out or it was more psychological, and I'm leaning toward a bit of both. Having only been conscious for a few moments probably impacted his movements, but blindly turning away from the guy who was just torturing you while he's still conscious and in the room with you is leaving yourself wide open for an attack-- that's a mistake. And I think part of the freak-out was because Leon didn't have any weapons, and he knew he couldn't physically beat Viktor because Viktor is signficiantly taller and stronger than him, so when Leon spots that gun, he desperately lunges for it and crashes into the cart clumsily in the process with his back turned on Viktor. It takes Leon a hot second to turn around again, in which Viktor would've had amble oppertunities to grab him and do whatever.

But it also begs the question, had Leon not gotten away when he did, what else was Viktor planning on doing? He goes from choking Leon out while whispering in his ear to playing with Leon's hair to rubbing Leon's neck and his shoulder, getting more and more bold as he went. So had Leon not freed himself and very pointedly kicked Viktor in the balls, it's quite possible things could've escalated further because the previous details suggest that was probably the direction this was going. If he's willing to play with Leon's hair and touch his cheek and pet his neck and rub Leon's shoulder while smiling and whispering in Leon's ear, I don't think he'd have any qualms about groping Leon or raping him either. It seems like Leon suspected as much too, or at least that feels implied based on his comment about how he's glad Grace got away.

Lumine would answer him with a sneer and flash of teeth if he wasn't careful. 

More often than not, it would then progress into…

Softly clearing her throat, Lumine shifted her hips, feeling him throb. Biting her lip, she subtly pressed just a little closer- hissing when he sank deeper.

A gloved hand smoothed over the exposed skin of her back, leaving goosebumps in its wake. 

“Feigning sleep?” His voice danced with amusement. “I don’t need a monitor to tell when you're eagerly awaiting something, my dear.”

Lumine huffed, tightening her arms from where they rested, looped around his shoulders. She bucked her hips a little firmer, gritting her teeth when fingers dug harshly into the meat of her hips.

Dottore chuckled. “Do try to restrain yourself a little longer. I'm almost done.” 

“You're acting as if you're completely innocent,” she snipped in return, leaning back on his thighs to mind her skirts aside, looking pointedly at where their lower halves connected. His cock was stuffed almost to the brim inside her. With a wince, she was forced to acknowledge the slickness leaking from her sex- the desperate way her cunt squeezed around him, seeking more.

“Need I remind you; I am not the one who initiated this. Be thankful to my sense of benevolence that I entertain your capricious whims,” with a sigh, he tightened his arm around her, forcing Lumine back into her previous position. “If you're interested in being fulfilled, you'll continue to sit still until my work is done.”

‘Fulfilled’ she held back a snort. What an old fashioned way of putting it. 

Lumine toyed with the idea of squirming more, making things difficult for him until he snapped. The doctor could pretend he was above mortal desires all he wanted but the bites marking her inner thighs told the truth. 

Instead, however, she chose a less direct approach. “I have a headache,” she grumbled.

“What?” Dottore stopped, leaning back. It was of course impossible to catch his gaze with that damned beak-like mask covering his eyes, but Lumine stared at him resolutely. 

His gloved palm suddenly covered her forehead, checking her temperature. “Are you dehydrated? I told you to drink more,” he chided. “The results of your exercises hardly matter, merely checking your vitals and aptitude is enough. Don't overdo it.”

Lumine let her lashes fall half shut, leaning slightly into his touch. When he tilted his head in a way that signalled he was mentally sending an order to a segment, she hid a wry smile. 

He pampered and fussed like this because she was his prized specimen. An incredibly rare guinea pig. Lumine was under no illusions though. She knew his hyperfixation on her would ebb away, sooner or later. She intended on riding that wave out after reuniting with Aether as per the terms of their deal:

She indulged him in monitoring her training, allowing samples and tests. In exchange, he’d reunite the two siblings- but not yet. He hadn’t gathered enough data to satisfy him.

Admittedly, Lumine wasn’t quite done with him either.  

The door to the laboratory slid open with a metallic hiss.

One of Dottore's segments walked in, carrying some pills in one hand and a glass of water in another. From the way his mouth pulled down at the corners, it was easy to sense his displeasure. 

“You called?” He sneered coolly. 

“Tend to the Descender,” Dottore uttered, having returned to focusing his full attention on work. 

Lumine only smiled when the segment approached. Her heartbeat picked up, fluttering wildly inside her chest. She resisted the urge to check her skirts, knowing they covered her sex- but heat gathered in her stomach all the same.

Fighting a blush, she sighed tiredly, leaning heavily against Dottore's chest and propping her chin on his shoulder. “I don't think I can lift my arms. They’re sooo heavy after all that training today. Help me out?”

The segment stiffened, flashing his teeth at her audacity. He was a marvel of creation. A breakthrough of archaic science. She could see the resentment rolling off him in waves.

When Prime said nothing however, the segment's shoulders dropped. He dutifully stepped closer, lifting the two pills to her lips. Lumine opened her mouth and let him sit them inside, cushioned by her tongue. He then gently pressed the glass against her lips.

Lumine groaned as cool water flowed down her throat. Dottore’s cock throbbed inside her, twitching in response. Tipping her head back slightly, she let her gaze fall half mast, staring into the segment’s mask. 

A muscle in his jaw ticked. When she finished the entire glass and spilled a few drops down her chin, the segment's throat bobbed, gazing at her with an unnatural kind of stillness. 

Lumine flashed another smile, this one coy. “Thank you. You're a real life saver.”

The segment swallowed thickly. He nodded with a quick, sharp bob of his head. “Need any-” he stopped, clearing his throat. “Do you require anything else from me?”

“That will be all,” Dottore's calm voice answered. 

The segment gave a slight bow, quickly retreating from the room. When the door hissed softly shut again, Lumine rested comfortably against the doctor once more, counting the seconds. 

“...Your walls tightened quite exquisitely when he walked in,” his hand strayed, palm smoothing down from her knee to wrap around her inner thigh. “Are you perhaps interested in being caught in the act like this, or do you favour him among the few segments remaining?” 

Ah, he lasted 10 seconds before needing to speak up. 

“I've no clue what you're referring to,” Lumine replied breezily. “I'm sitting still, minding my own business- just waiting to be ‘fulfilled’, remember?” 

His voice dropped an octave. “Do not toy with me as you would them. I think you should refrain from encouraging their interest in you in the future.”

“Why? Jealous?” she scoffed, leaning back to gauge his expression. “You guard me like some paranoid dragon hoarding gold. Since agreeing to partner with you, I've barely seen another soul, and now you want to stop me from even speaking to your other selves?”

Dottore’s hand tensed around her thigh. Lumine noted the tightening of his mouth. Just a little more.

“Better be careful, Dottore. Maybe your grip is slipping.”

Both hands locked hard on her waist- urging her down swiftly on the remainder of his straining length- Dottore ramming his hips up simultaneously. Lumine jolted, choking on nothing. The world spun- her body turning, sinking through the holographic screens he’d been so enamoured with until the cold desk met her back. 

The tip of his black beak scraped her cheek, hot breath kissing parted lips.

“I warned you not to toy with me, my dear. If you want to test my grip, here it is,” he murmured, hand finding her neck and wrapping tight just as he rammed his hips forward, slamming inside her again and again. 

Lumine’s body jolted, eyes rolling back. “Ah- hngh-!” She fought the urge to smile- failing- and contented herself with watching him unravel. 

He could try to act unaffected, but the truth was laid bare every time she pushed. It was there in the rough, desperate way he kissed her, tore at her clothes and fondled her warm flesh- his fingers seeking the wetness between her thighs, pumping, wanting evidence of her to stain his digits. 

If the scholar wasn’t in control of his specimen, if he was attached, then he was compromised, and his endeavors to experiment would end in failure. 

Lumine was counting on that. 

Hooking her leg over his waist, she lifted her hips and wound a hand tight in his hair, grinding their lower halves together like animals and keening into his mouth while he moaned. 

He could grip her neck as tight as he dared but the one collared and panting with desperation wasn’t her. 

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