Welp, stupid new Protocreed fic that I'll update as I see fit. ENJOY.

Day 1

The door slid shut and locked into place. The seems disappeared, as if the door itself was never there, and it had been a normal wall all along. Which meant the experiment had begun. Locked in one room with one other person who was purposely turning himself into a living bioweapon or something. Desmond kind of half payed attention to the explanation that was given to him about this, but he did know that he was stuck in here until the experiment was deemed complete. And why him to sit in the same room as the mad scientist?

Cause he had shitty taste in friends. And it's what he got for getting close to a co-worker instead of keeping things strictly professional. Abstergo's fault though, not his! Desmond had been the sole errand boy of the one and only head geneticist and expert on everything that makes you sicks, so of course they had developed this weird friendship sort of thing. Which mostly revolved around going out to get Italian food every other night. So because of that, Desmond was elected to be locked up with said expert because why the fuck not?

It wasn't that he hated the idea of being stuck with Alex for however long, no that was fine. He just didn't know how long Alex could stand to be with him. The good doctor wasn't exactly a people person, and Desmond had been thrown out of his lab on more than one occasion. Alex couldn't exactly force Desmond away from him now when there was maybe only twelve feet between each wall. Yeah, they were in a literal box, a square with a sliding screen that divided the bathroom from the rest of the room.

A table, a couch, a bed, and a bench where Alex could do all his science shit. Man, Abstergo were the experts on interior decorating. Next time they could add some throw pillows and lace cloths to throw over the couch. The perfect place to lock up two grown men with the only form of entertainment being a laptop that Abstergo itself was tracking. Yeah, someone broke the bank with this idea.

"You can stop looking so damn pathetic now" Alex said from across the room, not even looking up from his work.

Desmond let out a groan and flopped down on their bed (one bed, pristine white sheets, yup, had to share it).

"Sorry for not being entirely thrilled with this?" Desmond responded. "I like you man, but this sounds like a bad idea"

"Perhaps, but too late now" Alex said, rolling his shirt sleeve up to expose his bicep. "It won't be so bad, it's been behaving itself pretty well lately"

"No it hasn't!" protested Desmond. "It almost broke out of its unit the other day when someone so much as sneezed wrong!"

"Almost, but didn't" the other man said as he picked up the world's biggest syringe ever. Inside the barrel was a swirling, black mass that flashed red every few seconds. As Alex picked the syringe up, the mass swirled faster, the red becoming more frequent, and Desmond knew that it knew what was happening. He had half a mind to get up and take it away from the doctor, just to at least stop him for now. His heart plummeted from his chest as Alex set the needle against his arm.

"It's gonna kill you" Desmond warned. "Don't fucking do it, Alex. That thing-"

"Is my life's work" Alex grunted as he pushed the needle in. "It's…gonna be fine" he hissed as he pressed the stopper down, and the black mass inside the barrel was pushed into his body. Didn't even blink when he did it, Alex simply stared down his own arm as he injected the virus until the syringe was empty. Desmond didn't dare look away. He was terribly afraid the virus would suddenly lash out, kill them both. Or start attacking Alex and get the whole take over bullshit out the way.

But codename "Blacklight", as vicious as it could be, entered its creator with no resistance. Alex was hardly affected. He set the syringe down and stretched out his arm. That was it. Like nothing happened.

"What I tell ya?" Alex smirked. "It's fine. It'll take some time to move through my bloodstream, take root inside me, and start attacking anything it can get its hands on. Might take a couple days, might be terribly painful, or not, dunno. By the end of the week, I'm gonna be a changed man"

"You're gonna be dead, Alex"

Alex kept smirking and just shook his head.

And they were locked in here.

End Day 1

This is gonna be one of those stories where…I let the story explain the plot…or as much as I want to. But the premise for this is, what if the Blacklight virus was a real virus. It's a living, separate entity from the rest of the world, and like a real virus, once inside its host, it festers and grows, and attacks the body, and takes over whatever it likes. But it's not immediate like in Prototype, it's a slow process. SCIENCE!

Uhhhhhhhhhhmmmm if you don't already know with me….Except some language, M/M (obviously you can tell who the pairing is by now), and some scenes that might make you wanna look away (to the best of my ability). Unless you know me and you came here for just that. In which case, enjoy.