A/N: This is a BirkinXWeskerXMarcus one-shot set after Marcus comes back to life. Yes, it's pairing them all together(not quite willingly(this time)). No smex. Sorry. I'm not good at smex. If someone wants to write the smex, I may post it in-crediting the author, of course.
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James Marcus smiled slightly as he traveled the familiar halls of the Umbrella Training Facility. His precious leeches covered the walls and floors, and served as his eyes and ears. That is how he knew where to go to find his old apprentices.
He made his way silently, his bare feet making no detectable sound. His white rode swayed around him as his hips moved from side to side. Finally reaching the last door separating him from his old friends, he tucked a strand of his brown hair away and then entered.
No barrage of bullets met him this time. No taunts of devils reached his ears. He glanced around the room, then ordered his leeches to stay outside as he bade the door to close. "Come out, Birkin. Hiding will only make your punishment worse." The named male did nothing in response.
Angry, Marcus smashed the crate his murderer hid behind and rushed forward, pinning the frightened man to the wall by his neck. Birkin fired a few shots, then dropped the gun as he realized his attempts were futile. Marcus smirked and tightened his grip, causing Birkin to gasp and grab at his attacker's arm. "Hear your little butt-buddy's cries, Wesker. Save him by showing yourself."
A bullet tore through Marcus' head, sending brain tissue and flesh splattering on the wall and Birkin's face. However, the leech man's grip did not falter. Releasing an almost inhuman snarl, Wesker raced up and shoved his shotgun right against James' head. He fired again, destroying what remained of the cranium.
Muscle and flesh from the gaping hole of a neck pulled itself upward and wormed together, forming a new head. Chuckling, Marcus shook his head lightly, sending his brown hair cascading down his back.
"You always were overprotective of Birkin, Wesker." Grinning evilly, Marcus took Birkin's lips with his own. William tried to pull away but could not. Wesker shot again and again but the leech man's body repaired itself with ease.
Breaking so Birkin could breathe, Marcus dropped him and took hold of Wesker's arm. He pulled him close, then whispered, "I'll give you two choices, Albert, since I know you like options. Number One: You and Birkin give me full access to your bodies, and in exchange, you walk out of here alive. Number Two: You refuse and I slaughter you both like cattle."
Wesker's eyes widened but he remained mainly emotionless. He glanced at William, who was rubbing his throat and coughing. After what felt like hours, but was only minutes, he decided.
"Fine. Our bodies are yours." Birkin's gaze shot toward Wesker, whose concerned eyes were hidden behind sunglasses.
Marcus grinned and captured Wesker's lips before throwing him at Birkin's feet.
"Well, boys, seems that, once more, I am your master. Only this time, any attempt to kill me will be met with a leech to the brain. Got it?" The two males nodded. William shot Wesker a worried glance, and all Albert could do was mouth, "Just do it."
"Now, on your knees, boys. We've got a long night ahead of us."