Based on a dream I had in the morning of Valentine's Day. I wrote it up quickly as I needed to get a bit of practice in as I'm capable of typing now after the slight injury with my dominant hand.

So there will be an update to Let Me Live as soon as possible. :)

This is mainly a quick bit of practice but my best friend has insisted that I post this.

I think another bit of inspiration was the sheer amount of times I've heard or have seen Claire's usual VA make an intentionally smartass comment of:
"The most powerful position in the world is... on your knees."

The hallway was secure, there weren't any windows and it was pitch black; it was no surprise that the petite and slender woman had repeatedly slipped during her descent down the stairs. This time, she slipped and as she flung out her hands to either side she found that there was no rail to steady her form. She found herself beginning to tumble into what could only be described as a dark void.

The stairwell was equipped with motion sensor activated lights, sadly as the woman discovered – they only seem to activate if you were familiar with your footing. Her heart raced, expecting the worst from her fall until she felt a sudden firmness enclose around her arm as she came to a stop with a slight jerk. It took a few seconds to register the warmth on her right arm... she instinctively reached out to touch it and recoiled at the recognition of a warm, strong hand covered in sleek leather.

The red lights along the stairs slowly illuminated the face of the man that easily blended into the shadows with his black attire. His hellish colored reptilian eyes crinkled in amusement behind his dark shades. The corners of his mouth twitched as though he was fighting a possible smile as he drawled, "I'm starting to wonder if you like the view from below, Claire. One could even say that you've fallen for me," he chuckled at his own (terrible) joke. The man's sharp eyes took in the younger woman's lithe form until she sighed in annoyance at her companion's poor sense of humor and lack of understanding personal boundaries; the man should've released her arm by now.

"That was really bad. Even for you, Wesker," Claire snapped as she attempted to shake the older man's grasp on her arm off. It didn't work as he simply shifted his hand to the top of her back and nudged her to walk with him. "You know that I'll consider that a compliment, my dear," the black-clad man purred as he led her almost painstakingly slowly down the stairwell. Wesker was clearly in no rush contrary to Claire considering that she had come to him of all people for intel on Umbrella!

Finally, they reached a red illuminated, heavy looking metal door. Considering their long descent it was obvious that they were below ground and likely were in an old but repurposed Cold War fallout bunker. Wesker dipped his free hand into his black suit jacket and pulled out what Claire could see to be a red and white keycard, not unlike the ones she had found in the Umbrella facilities in Raccoon, Rockfort and Antarctica. Despite the size and weight of the doors, they slid open quickly and Claire felt Wesker's hand slide down to rest in the small of her back just as quickly as he smoothly ushered her into an as equally dark and crimson lit room.

By now, Claire's bright blue eyes had adjusted to the darkness and she observed the older man quickly move across the room to what she could make out to be a chair. He sat with his back to her.

Was this… Wesker's office?

Claire thought and glanced around for a desk or another chair, of which she found none. She couldn't hold back a snort.

Typical! Bastard probably expects me to grovel at his feet or something.

She could hear a clicking sound and her heart dropped in fear as the red lights quickly dimmed. A green brightness flickered on the walls of the sparse chamber, the sudden change was almost blinding. Wesker's chair spun around with a loud mechanical whir and his velvety but snide voice echoed through the room as he stated, "If I recall correctly, you demanded proof of my intel in rather… colorful terms that I will likely attribute to your vocabulary being influenced by your," his tone shifted to a low hiss, "Dear brother."

Dots flecked Claire's vision as she noticed Wesker fiddling with his chair and saw that the lights were actually projecting multiple computer images on the walls. A smug look had firmly settled on his face as a cool and clearly artificial female voice filled the room, "Welcome to the Umbrella Archives," it said. Wesker's smile was nothing short of sardonic. He lazily drawled, "I'm sure that you'll find this to be proof enough. Now, you surely don't expect to get quality intel for free," as he lent to his right and propped his jaw on his hand, "Do you?"

Claire's vision had cleared and she was able to see the blond man before her clearly, "I'm not that naïve. Nothing in life is ever free, right? But… desperate times, desperate measures," she bluntly stated as she rested her right hand on her hip - a short glimpse of the infamous "Redfield Attitude". Claire could've sworn that Wesker grinned for a split second as he made a small "Hmm," sound that was suspicious enough to make Claire's eyes narrow; Ada had warned her that it was risky and practically impossible to strike up a deal with Albert Wesker.

Wesker shifted in his seat briefly, he drummed his now free fingers on the armrest of his chair until he was satisfied that he had the uttermost attention of the auburn-haired woman. "I would hope that you have," he paused as his voice took on a heavy and almost husky tone for the slightest moment, "something," before he regained his composure and continued "…for something. Literally, quid pro quo if you will, Dear Heart."

Claire fiddled with her fringe almost nervously as thoughts and options filled her mind. She hadn't really thought it through at all. One of Wesker's men – the guy with the scar down one side of his face had patted her down and went over his boss' security procedures with her.

I could bluff but… I wouldn't be coming to him for intel if I had something to trade. He knows I'm not armed; I don't have a briefcase with a stack of cash in it either…

Claire rolled her head to her left and groaned in annoyance.

Even if I did bring cash he'd probably be an asshole and add a shitload of zeroes to it. Ugh. I could threaten him with Chris…

She recalled the last time she had mentioned Chris to Wesker's face and inwardly cringed; she had only earned herself a slap across the face.

Wesker's impatient drumming stopped and his chair abruptly spun back around until he was facing the wall to be in the vantage point to observe all of the data being channeled through to his high tech system. "And here I am, giving you my precious time. Sorry for my lack of manners but if you don't have anything of use to me… You know where the door is," Wesker vocalized with a slight edge to his voice.

Claire was speechless as she observed the older man going about his business, navigating the interface as though she wasn't there. His constant clicking came to a stop on a menu that was listing subsidiaries and facilities of Umbrella Inc, the cursor was intentionally left sitting between 'Rockfort [DEFUNCT]' and 'Antarctic [DEFUNCT]'.

Ugh. Looks like he's going to be as much of a pain in the ass as Ada said he'd be!

But she also said that he'll hint at what he actually wants. What is it with Umbrella and their staff having a major thing for puzzles?

Claire scrunched up her face in frustration and freely flipped Wesker's back the bird; there was no way to get around diving back into memories that the young woman had wanted to avoid. Claire hadn't even told Chris about what had happened on Rockfort – at the time she had thought that Wesker had wanted to hurt her. He had proved that he could easily do so if he felt inclined to but he hadn't there or in Antarctica. The auburn-haired woman closed her blue eyes and recalled her memories, starting with the red glow that had trailed from his eyes and she heard his voice within her mind as he had coolly explained to her, "It appears that you may be of some further use to me."

Claire frowned as she internally questioned Wesker's cryptic statement.

He couldn't mean… Could he?

I remember being jabbed in the back by his knife…

She resisted the urge to smack herself in the head as the realization set upon her.

Wesker's knife being what Chris pulled out of a freaking concrete wall?! Yeah right Claire! Blissful naivety; at its finest!

Claire bit her lower lip.

Who am I kidding? I kinda knew all along.

I never told Chris about Rockfort because I couldn't tell him I hadn't run away, hadn't really defended myself…

Let alone that it wasn't pain that made me cry out as Wesker had his boot on my chest…

Claire cautiously edged toward the seated man, each step measured and leaving enough distance between her and the blond man. She crept around to face Wesker very subtly, not unlike prey to its natural predator. Wesker hummed a quiet chuckle of amusement as he noted the blatant space she had left between the two of them. Eventually, the younger woman's confidence steeled in the fact: nobody else was aware of what had happened in the past or even in the very moment. "You have something I want and… I have something that you want," Claire's resolve regarding the man seated before her was audible. One of the blond man's eyebrows rose above his black sunglasses; his normally neutral expression was unable to hide his interest in what the younger woman had just stated. Wesker's smooth voice inquired, "What do you mean?"

"You are still human. I mean, you're only human," Claire softly said. Wesker uncrossed his leg from his knee and found himself sitting up straighter as he calmly said, "I dislike repeating myself Claire so please, pay attention: one cannot be infectious without the pathogen. It left my system when its RNA mutated and bound to my DNA," he gave a lazy and open handed shrug, "I'm unable to say that I don't bite but that is… currently irrelevant. The fact of the matter is: I'm not what you would call a Zombie. So, yes to answer your question – just as you are, I am human. Though to be exact… Sometimes, I am only human sometimes."

Claire's eyes traced his face; he seemed to be doing the same. Deep and brilliant blue met burning orange and gold as Wesker peered over the top of his sunglasses. Claire found herself closing the gap between the two of them out of curiosity whilst Wesker dexterously removed his sunglasses and murmured, "This is one of those times."

Claire could openly see Wesker's gaze roaming over her body and the expression he wore on his face on Rockfort finally named: hunger. The older man had appreciated her simple sense of style then as much as he was now; Claire's tulip red turtleneck and her chocolate brown jeans clung to her form. Wesker greedily and unashamedly stared at the curves of the woman exactly half his age as she gracefully sauntered over and cornered him within his own chair. He was already impressed with her spirit and he believed that he was in control of the situation, enough to not notice one of her sneaky and deft hands had quickly found and undone his leather belt. It was only when the younger woman smirked, that Wesker realized he had met his match as she allowed her petite fingers to trail against the soft black woolen fabric of his suit pants.

The game was in check against him; the White Queen had the Black King cornered.

Wesker swallowed to try and control his composure but his body betrayed him as his manhood quickly writhed under the very faintest of Claire's touches. She seemed amused at how easily Wesker reacted to her touch - throbbing in reaction to her teasing fingers against the quickly swelling bulge in his now, constricting pants. She slowly raked her hands down and over the dark fabric and away from the man's hardness, eliciting an agitated growl from him – Claire giggled at the blond man's growing frustration though, she had a feeling that she was testing his patience; Claire decided to try and temporarily pacify the Tyrant of a man by freeing him from the tight clothing.

Wesker gave a grunt of approval at this but more-so at the flicker of surprise across Claire's face as she saw his size, her innocent and almost mesmerized look had certainly stroked his ego. The older man found it easy to bite back his urge to voice his pride on the matter the moment he felt her hands against him; Claire was a motorcyclist and to him, her hands were unexpectedly smooth and soft. Claire's fingers were sliding down his member, teasing excruciatingly slowly and very intentionally winding Wesker up as she felt him demandingly throb in her warm grasp. She rolled and stroked her fingers along the length of his hard shaft and circled the very tip of him, trying to overwhelm the blond man as he simultaneously felt Claire's nimble fingers roaming over him… tempting him until he sharply inhaled.

"It's in your best interest to continue," the older man hoarsely snarled as he felt the younger woman's breath blazing against his already hot arousal. "Why? What are you gonna do about it?" Claire brazenly breathed, emphasizing each word sarcastically to provoke him; Wesker lazily glanced down and saw the mischievous look on the auburn-haired woman's face. Claire felt a small pang of guilt for taunting him so much but that was quickly replaced by pride when she saw the voracious want across Wesker's face as his eyes emitted a familiar but faint and hazy fiery glow – entirely for her. The red glow became more noticeable whilst he watched Claire sweep her tongue along the strong pulse of his cock, from the base to the tip where she lightly tasted the forming, drops of his slick lust.

The blond man's breathing hitched and became ragged and irregular as the auburn haired woman's warm tongue cascaded him as she licked him until she, without warning captured his cock. He heaved an animalistic groan as felt her hot mouth sucking as she swirled her tongue around him. Wesker slithered in his seat, his right hand clutching the armrest and his left clutching her ponytail; despite knowing what was going to happen Claire had still managed to do something that no woman had before – she caught him completely off guard!

A raven haired woman smiled as she found herself casually lounging in a classic, red silk dress with capped sleeves in a coffee shop currently next to "Loverboy", otherwise known as a certain Leon Kennedy who was decked out in a ragged old brown leather jacket and jeans. Ada Wong hadn't been surprised that Loverboy's friend had kept her end of their deal after the TerraSave member had found her, embarrassingly unarmed attempting to blend in with visitors to the N.G.O's office earlier in the week as part of her current assignment from Wesker: to remove Umbrella data and evidence from the building and confirm its destruction.

It was suspiciously a coincidence that the assignment Ada was given had been put into motion whilst a certain high ranking U.S. Government agent had been escorting a USAMRIID inspector. They were due to collect evidence from TerraSave to build a case against one of the many subsidiaries that Wesker had snapped up from the now folded Umbrella and the man running the show simply couldn't have that happen.

Thus Ada had been singled out by the eagle-eyed Redfield girl; she was obviously smart enough to connect the dots from Ada being there whilst a major power outage corrupted all of TerraSave's computer systems. Instead of reporting Ada Wong to the authorities; Claire made an offer: she was going to meet Leon for lunch at a nearby coffee shop but… she needed to get the intel back for TerraSave. Ada obviously didn't have it so the auburn-haired woman had insisted on contact with her employer so she could 'get to the root of the problem' and so, the two women switched phones for a moment with Ada leaving Leon a message that there would be a surprise for him whilst Claire spoke with Wesker.

The female agent wasn't surprised that Wesker had organized someone to collect the Redfield girl; it would be an opportunity for revenge against her brother after all. It was really the girl's own fault to follow her scheme – Claire had to be out of her mind to try and strike up a deal with Wesker but Ada hadn't made any attempt to stop her, Claire's foul language ridden comments had amused the man. Wesker was interested to the extent that he arranged for the auburn-haired woman to be escorted from the parking lot of the TerraSave building to his hideout by the only other agent he trusted with the location of it, a Jack Krauser.

Not that the lack of trust was unexpected, it worked in Ada's favor today and meant that Leon's plans for the day weren't entirely thrown into disarray. Ada felt no guilt over enjoying her time with the Government agent whilst she was letting Loverboy's friend walk into the lion's den of her own free will. "Y'know, when Claire said she had a surprise waiting for me here, this wasn't really what I was expecting but…. I'm not complaining," the dirty blond, shaggy-haired man chortled. Before Ada could respond their conversation was interrupted by a series of loud beeps – a phone was ringing. Ada ignored it and after a few seconds the beeping stopped, only for the shrill noise to start back up again a few minutes later. She heaved a sigh as Leon shrugged and bemoaned, "Let me guess, your boss. Is he doing this on purpose or what?"

"I wouldn't put it past him," Ada flatly responded as she dug the small phone out of the concealed holster on her leg but by then, it had already stopped ringing. She dropped the silver phone onto the table and went to reach for her coffee when the phone went off once more; Leon went to grab it before Ada slapped his hand away and swiped it off the table. Leon clicked his tongue in annoyance and gulped some of his coffee down as he keenly observed the woman in the red dress accept the call from her ever mysterious boss.

"Yes?" Ada coolly asked to which she received no response, this generally happened when Wesker was making use of the video call capabilities. She pressed the buttons on the outside to increase the volume as she extended her arm out and examined the screen but… what she saw on it made her eyes go wide. The surprised look on her normally calm face had made Leon worry, his voice slightly cracking as he asked "Ada? What's wrong? ADA?!"

Ada went to hang up but in her shock she managed to fumble and drop the small phone, thankfully Leon's fast reflexes caught it. Unfortunately for Leon, he also caught sight of what had startled the normally composed Organization agent next to him: A blond man decked in black was in the center of the frame but he wasn't alone… There was a mess of auburn hair dubiously rocking back and forth; the man was quite vocal and clearly relishing the moment with his own rolling and thrusting until the fiery culmination overwhelmed him and the man had a final low, long groan.

Neither of them had noticed that they were being observed as they both heavily panted. The blond man smoothed his currently disheveled hair whilst the auburn haired woman moved further into the center of the frame and leant in towards him, she had all but climbed onto his lap."Wesker, you DID say something for something so unless I'm wrong, I think you just lost at your own game, big guy!" a familiar female voice breathily teased. "Oh, you may have won this round of it… You'll get your intel – that, I promise and more, much more Dear Heart. I've won either way but keep in mind Claire… we're only getting started," an as equally familiar male voice huskily drawled with a short chuckle.

The Black King lunged; he quickly swept the White Queen onto the floor and out of the frame. There was no doubt of their position of checkmate, the game had turned around.

Ada didn't feel inclined to touch the now 'tainted' device after what the pair had unintentionally witnessed but this fact being discovered would be even worse; she turned the phone off and flung it onto the table in disgust. "I don't know about you but I think it's five in the afternoon somewhere and I think we're going to need some booze. A helluva lot of it," Leon spat with a slight cringing shudder. Ada could only find herself nodding and mentally kicking herself for not considering that her employer had an interest in the other Raccoon survivor beyond revenge or combat data and the idea that they had all been played as pieces in Wesker's game and this had been the outcome he had predicted.

The fact that whatever it was between the two of them was mutual… That was one piece of dangerous intel that neither of the agents wanted on their hands.