Making Mistakes

Disclaimer : For the record, I obviously do not own Albert Wesker or any part of Capcom. All I own is the plot. Also, I hope you all enjoy this re-write and re-edit. This was single handedly one of my favorite stories that I ever started writing and I am glad that I can freely fix things as need be. As enjoyable as this was, it definitely needed to be reworked.

Chapter 1: Not Knowing, Makes It Better

17 years after Resident Evil 6…

Peace and balance had finally been restored to the world, one less Mad Man around to bring about mass mayhem and disruption to the planet. Only in the aftermath of it all did a couple find themselves becoming more than /partners/ and that happened to be none other than Sheva Alomar and Chris Redfield. Things had been a bit of a messy affair after Jill was found and things felt as though they could never be forgiven nor forgotten. Despite the lingering feelings that Chris had once held, he found himself inviting Sheva back to America; The land of unspoken promises and dreams galore with easy access thriving evermore for anyone and anything willing to pursue. On this particular day located in none other than D.C, a peek into unruly domestic life is offered.

"Amara Redfield! You will be very late for your first day of school! Hurry and get your butt out of that bed!" Sheva called out to her daughter, sighing as she pulled away from the drooling Chris and headed down the hall to awaken their child. In all 17 years, she hadn't once dreamed that things would have played out as they did. To be married to Chris and living in a humble abode, scattered full of photos from their wedding along with each year of their beautiful daughter's blooming growth.

As she opened the door she was greeted with the sight of the sun kissed limbs sprawled from beneath a crimson sea of velvety sheets, chocolatey tresses limply curving over the edge of the bed and nearly kissing the ground beneath. The tangled body beneath the covers moaned in displeasure and grumbled about it being too early, tugging the plush black blanket over her face when her mother began viciously flickered the lights on and off. "Please give me 10 more minutes!" She would whine aloud, all too unwilling to move from that sweet spot of her body's heat generated on the bed. If there was anything that young Amara despised, it simply had to be the early mornings. Nothing good seemed to ever come from them, more so than leaving her a grumpy shell of a person for hours on end.

The older woman simply laughed and nodded, waltzing in to kiss her daughter's forehead. "Yes, Yes. You teenagers enjoy this thing called sleep. But, I really would appreciate if you could be up and ready to go in the next 10 minutes."

She smiled softly towards her mother and gave an acknowledging nod, burying her face back into her snug and warm pillow as Sheva made her way downstairs to start off the morning with a nice brew of coffee. Their small sea foam colored house was fully furnished with comfortable couches, a wide-screened TV for Chris and his friends when the games were on, fuzzy rugs beneath the coffee tables and West African masks were present as a very honorable mention to the taste of home decor.

As she started on cooking up a large breakfast consisting of eggs and pancakes, various meats as well, Amara happened to be rising from her bed to get dressed in her uniform. She shed from the thin pink power rangers pajamas to step into the shower, hot steam waking her to the fullest. When she stepped out, the teen dried her hair and simply tied it into a neat bun, plain white clips added to swoop her bangs off to the side. Her uniform consisting of a long sleeved Grey sweater with the school's crest on the left breast, along with a crimson plaid skirt stopping just above her knees. A pair of knee-hi white socks and some black loafers to complete it all. She grasped her Black messenger bag and headed downstairs with a smile.

"Mornin' Kiddie Cat."

Chris called with a smile to his daughter, scratching the back of his head in anticipation of incoming food as she hungrily observed his wife. "Oh you two! Give it a rest~ I just want – "Whole wheat toast with butter and a sausage pancake sandwich to go. I know."

Sheva grinned and passed the bag towards her rushing daughter, receiving a soft smooch on the way out. "Love you guys!" She called, skipping through the crowded streets in her own hurried step. Being late for a first day of school didn't really mean much to her. After all, what the hell would she possibly miss? It was school, and hardly anyone that she knew ever found themselves excited to be attending classes. As she finally arrived in front of the huge building, the bell was just ringing when her and other students headed within. The girl stood there dumbfounded at the many girls, where were the men?! "Ughhh. My parents." She whined and shrugged it off, heading for her first class. The sight of sparkling blonde hair and piercing ice blue eyes caught her full attention, her first teacher. Albert Wesker. Nearly the entire school board swooned to be in his presence, despite his classes being known for their brutality and lack of grade curve. 'Easy on the eyes and hard on the grades', that's the gossip she'd heard buzzing about on social media the entirety of Summer leading up to now.

Surprisingly, not many students seemed to know much about his background more so than he wasn't one to hesitate on calling you out and embarrassing you before the class if your attentions weren't where they should be. "Mr. Wesker, sir." She awkwardly nodded her head in his direction and took her seat near the front desk, pulling out her algebra binder to start solving the first series of problems on the chalkboard. 'Talk about old school.' The thought alone drew corners of Amara's lips upright in a near grin, hand raised to hide it from view. The chatter of the hallways died down near instantaneously when bodies began filling the classroom to the near brim. He called role, stopping and giving her a cross-examining stare when he read her name aloud.

"Amara Redfield?" A smirk crossing the male's handsome face. Her heart thumped and she raised her hand when he called for her, listening to the soft scribble on the paper of him checking her name off. The class went by pretty fast, but she had only spent most of the period gazing at him the entire time. Each time that his icy eyes met her dark chocolate she would turn her head and pretend to be occupied with something else for her own sake of mind. "Ms. Redfield, Do you have an eye problem? I am sensing you need a little one on one time for these problems on the board?" He was teasing her; she simply nodded and let him get off with it, not wanting to become further embarrassed by the man. Observing him further, she took note of how well the crisp long sleeved white button up shirt fit him, or how flattering his ocean colored tie was. How delectably those tawny trousers hugged his hips, She hadn't been paying attention yet again because the class had now been dismissed and he stood before her with his large hands pressed on either side of her desk. The slight gleam from his glasses going unnoticeable by how close he was. She reached a hand to brush against his cheek, nearly squawking out in surprise that he managed to invade her space as silently as he'd done. A beat passed and neither moved, his intrusive stare remaining and her widened eyes not daring to dart away as she'd been doing earlier.

"Well. If you learned to pay more attention, I am sure that you would have seen me standing here for the last 10 minutes of class. You have lunch detention. See you soon." He murmured and subtly stalked right back to his wooden desk. It clearly amused him to see how she was fumbling with her things and shoving them into her bag, stumbling away and nearly slamming her face into the door's frame to sneak one last peek at him.

The next period went by so much faster than she expected, once again tuning out the droning voice of her teacher until it all melted away into a mindless buzz. She couldn't seem to keep her focus on anything more than . Everything about him had intrigued her, which she knew shouldn't have been on her mind in the first place. It was her last year, she had no time to dilly-dally! After finishing up her assignment and handing it in, she leaned back into her chair to slouch and drum fingertips lazily against her chin. Lunch detention would be interesting. It was her first time ever being in trouble, she could only imagine how irritated her parents would be if the word got back to them and prayed that had enough heart not to snitch on her.

Ding Ding!

The lunch bell! She had to serve lunch detention with Mr. Wesker. It brought her unfathomable joy as she skipped towards his classroom. B204, located a floor above ground level with a humungous stair case in the middle which would lead her there. She glided up those stairs with a giddy smile. It was some disrespectful shit for her to be feeling so enthusiastic to sit in a room silently for the next 44 minutes of her damn free time! But, hey. At least the view was gonna be worth it. Her steps were slightly stretched as she moved inside without even looking up; Stoic as she could manage when planting herself nervously in the desk on the first row. She would be in his direct line of vision more so than she usually sat, not that it mattered when the class was ghostly empty. "I see, you are quite the good student to have come back Miss." His words oozing around her, causing her to nod from loss of words. She hated how mesmerizing his icy optics happen to be. Once again, their gazes locked but something unexpected happened. She had finally noticed that the blinds of his class room were all closed as well as him now walking leisurely from the now locked door.

"You did not impress me at all this morning. I can't believe a student on the honor roll would dare to be so callous in class. " The disappointment dripped from each word, leaving her frozen at her desk and mildly in awe. How astounding that a man of Wesker's caliber had known her to be an Honors student in the first place? Most of her teachers simply ignored her and had a general lack of attention when it came to the job. As prestigious as the school was, not many gave much care about giving education. The teenager shuffled through her bag, pulling out the Pancake sausage sandwich but as she took a bite and pulled away, the smallest droplet of syrup dribbled down from the left corner of her glossy lips to her chin.

Wesker had now rested against her desk, leaning there once more. His lips parted as he leaned in and traced along the sweet sticky syrup's trail from her chin upwards to her lips. His mouth then meeting her own for a simple moment. As he pulled away, his large hand raised to brush remnants of syrup and saliva away from supple skin. "You are still going to stay, aren't you?" Amara's plump lips remained parted, no words capable of being produced. Her brain felt as though it was short circuiting from the resilient warmth of where his mouth had once pressed into. Her first kiss was now gone, not that she would complain. "Yes. I want to learn. I don't want to fail this class." A soft hum was given, fingertips raised to tap the bridge of his glasses and settle them further up the subtle slope of his nose. How could Chris keep his own daughter so pure and misunderstanding of a man's intentions?

The rest of the school day was normal and quite boring for her. Being in the rest of her classes were tolerable yet her head wasn't in it at all only due to the fact that her mind was hovering all around that sexy math teacher! Damn him! All she could think about was how hot she'd been for him after she realized she'd been kissed by the likes of him. A literal God amongst the regularity of men. Her own math teacher! "Oh Amara? Sweet ol' Amara, what's got your head in the clouds? " Her blonde friend nudged at her as the final bell screamed into each classroom. Her long golden hair falling to one side and held with pins, hazel eyes focused on the zoned out female in front of her in slight confusion before that grin of triumphant understanding took place. All of the other students were so happy for school to be over. It was Friday! If there was anyone who was nervous for anything, it'd be Amara Redfield. Yet, somehow her friend seemed to already know what was going to happen. This weekend would definitely be something different than it had ever been. The only thing on the young Redfield's brain was the soft brush of Albert's mouth on her own, playing on an endless loop. Rin could already seem to read the shift of mood, taking note of incredibly glossy cocoa eyes remaining in the direction of a certain teacher propped against his door frame. She would cover for Amara, as any true ride or die friend would. "You've been out of it for a while. I guess you've got some hot plans tonight. I'll make sure to cover for you, have fun and be safe."

Rin cooed teasingly and ran off with the rest of the building crowd, eager to escape the confining four walls once the dismissal bell chimed a final time. stood leaned against the classroom door, clutching the blazer of his suit with a light glint of mischief in his glowing eyes. "Come, I will take you home today. It is the weekend, I am sure we have other times for me to teach you." She solemnly nodded, shuffling behind him to the teacher's Parking lounge. His car was unexpected, having assumed that with those stunning looks, he'd be a playboy too on his down time. She simply couldn't picture the likes of him driving an SUV, and yet the two stood right before it. He politely opened the door for the girl before getting in himself and strapping in. They'd speed off through the crowded streets of the city. "Where Do you live, A-"Don't take me home! I..I want to go with you." She had felt so embarrassed to have blurted that out but the lopsided smirk on his face was more than enough to let her know that his mind was made up from the very start of her sentence. "Alright. I won't take you home." As she glanced at him from the corner of her eye, it did not go unnoticeable that he was smiling to himself so small. Their ride silent for the full 10 minutes that she'd resided in the car with him. Another left turn pulling them into a gated community filled with large houses but just one in particular the pulled up to. A subtle peach painted home with black shutters to match the front door, two stories judging from the soft gleam of the upper windows. "Wow, who would have thought a teacher could live like this."

Loosely hooked straps of her backpack were squished beneath her palms as she yanked it out of the back seat and followed him as he opened the door to reveal the comfy white carpeted home of his. 'Colorless but beautiful. It really reminds me of his monotone.' She thought to herself, scanning at the black and white scheme. One loveseat black and another pull out couch happening to be white. A 60" flat screen TV mounted onto the wall of his living room, neatly tucked above a sizable fireplace. " We will study here. So, prepare yourself. If you are as smart as your records say,I'll only need to give you a couple of minutes." He leaned in to drag fingertips through the softness of her bangs, drawing away in mere seconds to disappear around the corner. She brushed the bottom of her skirt, taking place sitting in the black couch comfortably. To preoccupy herself as she awaited her mysterious self proclaimed 'tutor', she was peeking at each and every photo left in plain sight. Only a few of them showcased him donning a BSAA uniform and smiling with who she presumed to be her father as well as another unknown man. She broke out into a light giggle, he was so closed off that she hadn't a clue of what to think about him. The burning question that remained was when and why did he ever find himself aligned to a company like the BSAA in the first place? She had so many other tiny questions that fell away, so anxious to ask at the very moment that she feared her heart would give out and he'd find her dead on the ground.

As the man emerged from upstairs, he now wore a simple pair of tan slacks and a fluffy white towel draped around his shoulders. His glasses slightly lower but resting along the bridge of his nose. The slight droplets of water glistening along his skin as she chewed her lower lip. 'So...Sexy looking!' Amara immediately diverted his gaze as he laughed at her flustered expression. " Haven't you seen a shirtless man?" She shook her head, he sat directly beside her, simply loving how crazed she became to not even touch sides with him. "Look at me..." Wesker breathed, grasping her chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning her face so his lips slanted against her own. "Mm." She'd become a debauched little thing from the sight alone. Perhaps, cause she wanted it since the first kiss he had given her earlier on. No words came out as much as she wanted, her lips were simply opened, and he took advantage of that fact by delving his tongue into her moist cavern, domineering the situation as he pleased. She shuddered in his steely grasp, amateur in the technique of his devouring tongue. "O-Oh, Gods." As much as he knew it was wrong, it didn't stop feeling right. His hands slyly slipped beneath her blazer to tickle the exposed flesh of her stomach. Almost abruptly, the demented man pulled himself away to stare back at her. "I should take you home." She sat there with parted legs, mouth agape to draw shallow breaths, looking so tempting despite how off-guarded she was with those tinged pink cheeks and her messy hair scattered along her shoulders; Gorgeous chocolate waves spread out along the couch cushion, apex of her plump thighs now in perfect view by how she'd spread her legs to offer him a teasing gaze of her drenched black panties.

"N..No. Please don't."

(Warning : Lemon Ahead. )

It hadn't been more than the span of a few minutes, when did this little minx become so well versed in reading the mood? He wondered if he'd tempted her that quickly, a brow arching at the downright licentious picture she represented to him. Her poor parents probably had no idea what was going on or where their little girl was on a Friday night, but he had an idea that she must have already had some clue of how to hide her tracks. Being the child of famous agents would have meant she acquired sneakiness at a young age. "Awful forward, aren't you? Showing a grown man what's between your thighs with no shame. " He gazed down at her, unable to turn his head from the entrancing sight. "Look at what you're wearing. It's a turn off." His tongue clicked disapprovingly against the roof of his mouth, patting his hand against her lap in an awkward motion. As touch starved as he happened to be, things felt as though they were moving much quicker than expected. Honestly, he hadn't thought she would be jumping the gun to indulge in any half-baked fantasy.

"I'll take them off then." Her fingertips curled beneath the waistband of those underwear and aggressively dragged them forth with so much effort that the fabric nearly tore. "You are hell bent on this? So be it. " As badly as he wanted to protest this and display his suddenly budding moral ground, the dull throbbing between his legs was a driving factor advocating him in this. He would teach her just how unhinged the world was capable of being. "I'll play your game then." He smirked and languidly trailed kisses up her legs, parting them further with both of his wide palms. Warm breath tickled exposed flesh, drawing a gentle whine or two with each searing opened mouth smooch placed strategically against taunt stomach; He dragged the thin button-up shirt along her flesh, running his tongue over the cool metal bar adorning her navel ring. She squirmed beneath him impatiently, almost leering down at him until those ample lips crashed into her own. "I'll give you exactly what you want." A finger brushed her glistening wet slit; she arched her back into his pliant chest. His voice was oozing liquid seduction, drowning her in the infinite yearning to be used just as he saw fit. What would Chris say if he could only see his daughter spread out for his long time enemy? Presumably dead for the past 17 years, no less. How much could his heart break by witnessing such a monstrous activity. Albert simply chuckled to himself as he continued on with his ministrations on the beautiful virginal figure before him with that heavenly body and those beautiful chocolate doe eyes. Another thick digit slipped into her velvety channel, sinking pearly whites into his own bottom lip at the pleasant squelch of her accepting his touch.

"Mm."

She shifted in discomfort but didn't once complain about it at all. It wasn't like the act was new to her; she'd had her own fair share of self-pleasure throughout her adolescence. With a slight amount of embarrassment, she fidgeted to raise her arms above her head and allow herself to slip right out of those layers of her top, lying exposed for him as he delved his fingers deeper, she choked on a cry for more of his deliciously skilled fingers to explore and push into her tightness. "Ohhh…Please…More?" Half-lidded melted amber glimpsed into the innocent eyes of his arch-enemy, how he could resist those pleas spilling from those deliciously plump lips that he had caused to swell from all those hungry and fierce kisses. No more words left him for the moment when he got down to the deed of simply unbuttoning the already slack tan pleated pants, allowing his silk boxers to spring free with its newly made tent from his deep enjoyment. "There's no turning back if I do this…You understand?" His husky voice ushered her on to completion as she arched into him with a final whine and shuddered violently against his fingers. The girl was seeing stars, mind wandering off with the midst of fireworks created behind her lids from the finish he'd guided her to just from his hand. All she could even think about was how good he would feel being in her. "Yes. Please Albert."

That was recognition enough for him to comprehend as he then roughly pulled his boxers down his narrow hips, guiding the pulsating and very much aching member of his against her soaked nether lips. His fingers, coated with her juices, rose to his lips for him to suckle loudly as he made eye contact with the blushing teenager lying out on his couch beneath him. With a loud smack, his fingers were withdrawn to show just how delighted he was to taste her essence. She on the other hand seemed mildly embarrassed with how hard he was surveying her still blooming body. "Please. I want you so bad…"Had his ears deceived him? Amara Redfield was proclaiming her need to have him buried deep within her un-penetrated folds? Gods, a thousand times yes.

He would have her with no other thought. "There is no going back..." He repeated yet again, voice seeming distant yet so close. Thin lips brought to nibble along her neck as he plunged within the depths of her with a loud groan. Her glistening orbs widening in shock as she howled in unfathomable pain, crying against his shoulder. "Ssshh." Even though he was known to be so heartless, he took his time in comforting her if only for a minute until he was positive that she was ready to continue. Sweet nothings whispered in her ear, his slightly calloused hands stroking along her smooth face and kissing her as if to keep coaxing the beauty into the act.

"That's a good girl.." He taunted the girl who was tormenting him with the immense tightness and the most amazing wetness he could have ever hoped to be sheathed within. Her breasts bounced in rhythm, she panted and called his name repeatedly as her pounded into her. How long had it been since Wesker had been with a woman? It'd been much too long. She was so spectacular that he could have sworn he was watching shooting stars fly by them as he continuously made long strokes within her to her tight core. "Mm. Amara." He traced the shell of her earlobe with his warm tongue, making her shiver and scratch against his back hotly.

Their love-making completely consumed her logical thoughts, the cell phone in her bag repeatedly ringing, but she didn't care at all. There was the baby of the Redfield's happiness, bouncing on the cock of the very madman who almost destroyed the world seemingly so long ago. Everyone had believed him dead! But he was very much so alive in the flesh, and burying his dick deep within the young woman beneath him who was writhing in pleasure and gasping for more. The world would get a shock but he was too sure that her parents would die of heart attacks upon the news. Of course, at first he found himself wanting to do it out of spite.

Take her heart and crush it into mere dust. But now he could only think of how unfathomably fantastic she felt. As if her body was made for his the way she fit in his muscular arms or how her lips pressed into his just right. She was a particularly loving amount where he was extremely lacking. She ; His light in the world of darkness, self-inflicted. "Wesker! Wesker! I'm so close! Ah God, Please!" She squealed and ground herself hotly into him, their sweaty bodies moving in unison along that couch before she let out yet another high pitched scream of completion, throwing her head back with a sob as she convulsed and dug her nails into his pliant back.

He let out a guttural moan as he pounded in a crazed manner and finally spilt his seed within her expecting walls. The two laid there in a sweaty mess for what seemed like hours although it had been only 10 minutes at least. He rested on his elbows as not to crush the fragile angelic being beneath him, leaning in to kiss the tip of her nose before crushing his lips onto hers yet again and again. A comfortable silence filled the room, both simply listening to one another's breathing before the phone finally rang one more time. "Shit!" She cursed and scrambled to grasp it off the floor, pressing it to her left ear after having picked it up.

"Yes?" An expectant sigh slipped through the other side of the phone and immediately she was so grateful it wasn't her parents. She'd convinced a friend to cover for her tonight and that sure had her happy as ever. "Ah. Thank you! Don't worry. I'll give you details eventually~! Thank you again; you're such an amazing friend." She sighed quietly and smiled as the call was ended. The aged man naturally eyed her with that deep frown set in his features. But she only smiled wider as she draped her arms around him and pulled him in for yet another chaste kiss. "Can I spend the night…?"

To Be Continued.

A/N : So…Yeah. This was definitely a strange story but I've actually been working on it quietly for the last year almost, in between all the crap I've been doing like school and stuff. I really appreciate feedback on it since I do want to keep writing more chapters for it. Please review :^3