Chapter One

Sheva opened her eyes, and watched the ceiling as it seemed to pitch and yawn above her, the glare on the surface of the clear water rippling as she released her breath into the warmth surrounding her. Breaking the surface, she ran her hands over her head, the water sluicing down her bare back, steam rising from her body. She stood slowly, tiny rivers flowing down her flat stomach, across her posterior, twining about her legs. Snagging the towel from the rack, she quickly wrapped herself in it, and stepped lightly out of the porcelain bathtub.

The linoleum below her feet was ice cold, and a chill ran up her spine. Two years living in America, and she still couldn't get used to the weather here; Washington DC was wet and often times frigid. Sheva had been seeing Christopher; on and off, right now it was SO off. A frown formed on her brow, and she felt the anger creep back up to the surface.

Shaking her head to dismiss such thoughts and emotions, she opened the bathroom door, and walked determinedly down the hall towards her room, clutching her towel tightly around herself.

Suddenly, she felt something warm brush against her arm, and before Sheva could turn to see it, her body was being slammed forward harshly. Her face connected with the wood planks of the floor; and she let out a sharp bark of surprise. Biting back the tears that were already forming in her eyes, Sheva fought against the immovable force that was pressed solidly against her body; and shock clouded her brain as she felt hands roughly grab her wrists.

All of her government training couldn't help her; Sheva was hopelessly pinned down by the person on top of her.

"Get off me!" She groaned out forcefully.

Her attacker let out a hissing breath that sent her dangling strands of hair tickling past her ear, and Sheva's blood ran like ice through her veins as the man's free hand stroked along her bare side. All that training in counter-terrorism and combat; useless. Sheva was about to be raped.

"Where is Redfield?"

The voice stopped her heart.

"Wesker?!?!" Sheva barely whispered, fear thick in her voice. Tremors wracked her body, and she felt utterly helpless. Her mind reeled; Wesker was supposed to be dead. She'd fired an RPG at his face.

"I'm flattered! You remember me." Wesker's voice was dry, low and right in her ear. His tongue licked out, tracing the curve of her ear. Sheva tried to throw him off with her body, but still she was unable to budge him. "Where is Redfield?"

"I don't know." Sheva's arms were going numb, still held fast behind her. He grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her roughly to her feet. Yelping, Sheva twisted against his grip, which only made Wesker tighten his hold.

"That is the wrong answer, Miss Alomar." Wesker strode forward, pulling her hair cruelly until Sheva walked behind him, towel forgotten as she beat against his tall form uselessly. She was panicked, fear was clouding her senses; numb, Sheva was tossed onto her bed and quickly covered by Wesker.

Slowly, Wesker reached up and slid the sunglasses off his face. Sheva closed her eyes, just the memory of those wicked orange-red orbs making her shiver. His lips brushed against her forehead, to her cheek, down her neck; light and lingering. The feel of his breath against her slightly damp skin made her quiver with a sick anticipation; causing Sheva's eyes to shoot wide open. She didn't want this; this couldn't be happening. Wesker was dead; gone, disintegrated, annihilated, finished, never-coming-back-because-he-was-dunked-in-an-active-volcano-and-shot-in-the-face-with-two-rocket-propelled-grenades type gone.

"How?" Sheva stammered out, the tears that had threatened earlier again trying to break the surface. She wanted so bad to buck, thrash, kick, claw; anything to get Wesker off her, but Sheva was sure that he'd get off on it. If Wesker was anything, it was a control freak to the end. Nothing was off schedule, nothing unplanned; hell, the guy's blonde hair was flawless, and his nails meticulously cut and cleaned. So what the hell was he doing here?

Wesker laughed, the sound deep in timbre and chilling to her at the same time. "Did you really think it would be so easy to dispatch of me? I am a God! You cannot kill a God!"

"Well, I see we had an impact on your ego, at least." Sheva shot out; odd, the things you find funny at the worst of times. The remark earned her a light slap to her rump, and the gesture so startled her that Sheva let out a little squeak, much like the sound a young girl would make at seeing a mouse run across their feet. That elicited a genuine chuckle from Wesker, who slapped her again before running his hands up her sides. Sheva hissed as his fingers whispered over her flesh, warmth spreading through her body. She blushed as she realized that her back had arched into the caress, and she began fighting against him, no longer caring if she provoked him. His body pressed hers down effortlessly, and Wesker pressed his forehead to hers.

Terror gripped Sheva, and the tears she'd been fighting so hard against finally broke through her tough exterior, leaking from the corners of her eyes in a flood. Wesker kissed them off her cheeks, shushing her mockingly.

"Shh, Sheva, my dear. Don't cry. You can tell me where Christopher is. And then I'll leave. My quarrel is with him. Save yourself." His words were like ice water thrown over her head, and Sheva let out a strangled moan. As much as she tried to deny it, Sheva knew in her heart of hearts that she was madly in love with Chris Redfield. Never in a million years would she ever give him up to Wesker. No matter the cost.

"I told you I don't know." Sheva was staring into Wesker's strange eyes, trying to convince him. His eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second, before a wicked glint lit in them. He flipped Sheva over harshly, holding her hips roughly in his hands; he pulled her posterior up and back against the hard bulge in his pants.

"Are you sure, Sheva?" Wesker's voice was low and menacing next to her ear. "Or do you just want to feel my cock in your ass?"

Fear rippled through Sheva, making her limbs tremble. She was silent, though; she'd give him nothing. He had her answer. Let him do his worst. The sound of Wesker's zipper coming down was slow, as if he were taking his time just to emphasize his purpose. Perhaps it was just the rush of adrenaline making things seem slower. Either way it was unnerving, and Sheva found herself breathing erratically as his hot and hard flesh rested against her bare cheeks.

"Last chance, Sheva, darling." He whispered against her ear, using his thumbs on either side of her ass to spread the flesh; the tip of his hard length poised against her opening. Something inside of Sheva broke; and with her tears falling down upon her twisted bedspread, she began sobbing; horrific hiccup-like sounds that tore down every wall she'd ever built around her heart. Wesker thrust forward, causing Sheva to scream out. The girl twisted in his iron grip, trying to buck him off her, but that only made Wesker shove her down between her shoulder blades and push into her again and again.

Something crunched hollowly, and Sheva screamed louder from the pressure that Wesker was exerting on her from behind. His hips slammed into her own furiously, making her spine ache with each stroke. Cruelly, he grabbed her hair and pulled her up so that she was on her knees in front of him, his hips still bucking furiously behind hers, slamming his cock into her ass with little ceremony. His hands reached around her, roving over her body roughly, demandingly. He kneaded her breast with one hand, and with the other he found her clit, rubbing it harshly.

"Tell me you want me." Wesker commanded huskily in her ear. When Sheva ignored him, he twisted her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, making her cry out from the pain.

"I...I want you."

"Mean it." It came out as more of a growl.

Trying again, biting back bile, Sheva moaned out, "I want you, baby."

"Well, aren't you just the little whore?" Wesker teased, before nibbling at Sheva's ear. His fingers delved deeper, sliding into her warm opening, and Sheva groaned at the feeling. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He sounded mildly surprised.

"Please stop." Sheva begged, trying her hardest to not respond. Her body was going traitor, despite the pain that rippled through her frame. He slammed into her ever harder, seeking to hurt, maim; but Sheva felt herself becoming more and more aroused, moaning and writhing in his grip.

"Tell me what I want to know, Sheva, and I'll stop." Wesker promised, going slower now. Sweat beaded her brow, and she panted as he twirled his finger around her clit, before continuing to dip his finger in and out.

"Don't...please...oh, God." Sheva had never had much control when it came to sex; and her fear was making everything seem surreal. Not to mention what his fingers were doing to her. Even the pain in her rear was fading to a more pleasurable sensation, and Sheva felt shamed.

"Don't stop?" Wesker pulled himself from her flesh, and turned her to face him roughly. "My, my, you are quite the little slut, aren't you?"

"Don't do this, Wesker." She tried to back away from him, but he just grabbed her wrists and pulled her bare chest up against his leather clad form. Staring into his eyes, Sheva felt the tears coursing down her face, and she shivered as his hot breath fanned over her. Her body was terribly aware of his; and she was disgusted to find that she actually wanted him closer; wanted to feel his skin against her own.

Wesker was changing tactics; she could almost hear the wheels in his brain turning as he captured her lips with his own, his tongue seeking entry into her mouth. Sheva's will broke; and she leaned eagerly into his kiss.

"I should just kill you, Sheva. This isn't going as I'd planned." Wesker frowned down at her, but made no move to pull away. He watched her curiously as she brought her hands up to his chest, running her fingers along his muscles.

"Shut up, Wesker. If you were going to kill me, you would have already. We both know why you're here." Sheva said boldly, tracing his abs downwards, before bringing her hands up underneath his shirt. Wesker hissed when her hands touched his bare skin, and he brought his hand up to catch Sheva's throat.

"Enlighten me, then. Why am I here?" His tone was venomous; and his grip was bruising. Sheva was forced to look into his eyes as he waited for her answer.

"You want to fuck me. Because I'm his." Sheva whispered, and Wesker's grip loosened.

"No, Sheva. You are mine." His eyes burned into hers, and he released her throat suddenly, claiming her lips with his. The kiss was surprisingly gentle, almost loving. Sheva pulled at his shirt impatiently, but Wesker caught her hands and brought them over her head as he covered her body with his own. "Patience, love."

His tongue prodded hers, and Sheva moaned low in her throat as his mouth moved against her own. She hated him; and she suddenly had the urge to bite his tongue in two. Almost as if Wesker had heard her thoughts, his mouth moved lower, to her chin, along the curve of her throat; his tongue and teeth sliding past her collar bone. Sheva arched her back as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling and nipping gently. Her fingers twined through his hair, causing the strands to tumble around his face, and as she looked down at him, he was staring right back at her; the heat from his gaze causing chills to race up and down her back.

"Oh, Wesker, please." Sheva wasn't sure exactly what she was asking for, but as Wesker's mouth traced it's way along her belly, all rational thought flew from her head. He wasn't....

His tongue was suddenly delving into her most secret of places, and Sheva let out a sharp cry of pleasure as it twirled around her aching clit, before Wesker began lapping at the opening itself. Her hips started to come up, but his hands were there all too quickly to hold her down. Sheva was going insane from the warmth of his mouth. He slid a finger into her, sucking on her clit, and Sheva yelped out in surprise. Her breathing was coming out in hard, sharp gasps, and she clamped her knees tightly against his shoulders. Wesker still didn't relent, instead sliding another finger into her tight opening, fingering her deftly.

"Ooh....God." Sheva cried out as her release came suddenly, and Wesker pulled himself up onto his knees, his eyes burning into her own. He grabbed her hips with his wide hands, and pulled her towards himself, making her squirm. Sheva was having trouble thinking clearly as his hands burned trails along her body, pulling at her flesh, caressing and teasing with his rough fingertips as his tongue licked hungrily against her breast; all rationality had flow from her. Her body was consumed with sensations, wracking her with uncontrollable tremors, and Sheva became aware of the little mewling noises that were escaping her lips.

"Moan for me." Wesker demanded huskily, before sinking his cock into her aching opening, and Sheva obliged without a second thought, his command unnecessary. Her inner muscles tightened around his hard length, and Sheva bucked up to meet his hips. Her lips sought his flesh, tickling across his jaw; moans punctuating her breathing. Wesker's arms wrapped around her shoulders gently but firmly, bringing her up to straddle his narrow hips while never breaking rhythm. Sheva twined her legs around his hips, grinding into him. Her nails grazed the hard plains of his back through his shirt, eliciting a ragged hiss from Wesker.

Throwing her head back, Sheva groaned; his dick sliding in and out of her harshly. The moment was pure bliss, and Wesker licked at her ear, before biting it lightly. Sweat ran in torrents down his brow. Sheva's hands roamed freely across his body, seeking for a hand-hold as he continued to slam his cock into her quivering pussy, wave after wave of agonizingly sweet torment crashing over her.

Impossibly, he quickened the pace; Holding her hips he lifted her up and down effortlessly, controlling Sheva's hips with the mastery of a professional. Grasping his shoulders for stability, Sheva cried his name out over and over, begging, tears coursing over her cheeks as her muscles began to spasm from the orgasm that loomed close. Just when Sheva thought that there was no way she could hold back any longer, Wesker pulled out of her. She almost sobbed at the suddenness of it, missing the warmth and width of him instantly.

"Not yet, Sheva. You'll come when I tell you to. Now, I want you to get off the bed and kneel down on the floor for me." Wesker said, and Sheva complied wordlessly. He sat on the edge of the bed, with her between his knees; his cock thick, swollen and long, almost impossibly so; the tip reached past his belly button by a good two inches. Sheva licked her lips, and looked up into his strange red eyes. Wesker brought his hand up to grab her hair, pulling on it lightly to make her head tilt back. He kissed her hard, before softening his mouth as if he'd forgotten once again to be rough; like his anger was melting away from the sweetness of her lips. Pulling back slightly, his eyes dazed, he smiled down at Sheva wickedly.

"Suck my dick, Sheva." The command was low, almost inaudible. Her hands trembling, Sheva took his swollen member in both hands, her digits sliding over the soft marble surface; before her lips teased the tip slowly, her tongue licking out to slide along the bottom side of his hardness. She felt it pulse beneath her fingertips, and looked up at him as her ears caught his breathy moan. That was all the encouragement she needed to take him fully into her mouth; swallowing as much as she could of his length, sucking and twirling her tongue along the shaft. Sheva could feel his hand on the back of her head, but Wesker didn't press her forward like she was expecting; instead he waited patiently for her to repeat the motion, merely holding her tangled and damp hair out of her face.

Sheva bobbed her head up and down shamelessly, seeking more noise than Wesker was giving her. Carefully, she ran her teeth along his shaft, causing Wesker to groan and hiss his approval. She repeated the action every so often, going slower now; and she could feel his cock throbbing on her tongue. Trembling with want, Sheva quickened her pace, taking him deeper with each motion of her head, until she felt his hips rising slightly to meet her waiting mouth. Flashing a look upward, Sheva found that Wesker's eyes were watching her intently, and she held his gaze steadily as she took his cock into her mouth all the way, swallowing involuntarily around his length as she felt it sliding into her open throat.

Wesker growled and tilted his head up, his eyelids sliding down low. He bared his teeth slightly, the air hissing though them roughly, before he locked eyes with her again.

"Do it again. Faster, Sheva." He breathed out, beads of sweat glistening across his brow. Sheva obeyed, relaxing the muscles in her throat consciously; bringing her lips down to the base of his erection, before sliding her mouth to the tip. Repeating the motion and licking her tongue out against the base made Wesker's cock pulse inside her throat, and he brought his hand up against the back of her head to hold her there while her tongue darted in and out of her lips hurriedly. Just when Sheva thought her lungs would burst from lack of oxygen, Wesker released her head.

Sitting back on her haunches, her jaw sore and her head spinning, Sheva breathed deeply a few times before bringing her head back down. Wesker's hand on her chin stopped her, and he made her look at him.

"Enough. Get on the bed, Sheva." She complied shakily, her legs trembling from the anticipation; crawling to the center of the mattress. Wesker stood, and in one fluid motion, pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a hairless, well-muscled chest and stomach; Sheva's eyes roved over his body with open lust. He merely stepped out of his pants, before in a lightning quick movement he was on top of Sheva, lips pressing down on her neck, hands kneading her breasts gently. He slid his knee between her legs, and Sheva spread her thighs wide.

Their flesh came together in a furiously wanton motion; His long, thick cock slamming roughly into her tight slit. Sheva clawed at his back, her hands roaming over the hard surface, before she grabbed his ass, nails biting into the flesh there as if she could pull him into herself further. All rhythm was lost as the pair sought only release, kissing and biting, clawing and licking. Sheva let out a startled scream as her orgasm broke open inside of her, before Wesker curled his lips back over his teeth, the muscles in his whole body tensing as he let out a guttural growl, his hot seed spilling into her; their bodies never once stopping their tortuous momentum.

Sheva's vision was blurred from the tears that coursed down her cheeks without her bidding, and she wasn't sure how long she'd been blissfully unaware of Wesker kissing the wet trails away, soothing her hair back gently.

"Don't cry, love. It's alright." His tone was tender, his lips soft against her hot face. His body was trembling, his breath hot and sweet-smelling. Sheva brought her hands up to cup his face, before kissing his forehead. She felt so drowsy, her inner muscles still spasming around his cock every so often. Moving was not an option; she doubted it very much that her legs would even be able to support her own weight at the moment. Their sweat was cooling along their skin, and their breathing began to return to a normal pace.

After a few more moments of silence, Sheva asked wearily, "What was that?" Wesker smirked down at Sheva, before pulling himself out of her.

"An orgasm." Wesker answered her, a ghost of a smile playing about his lips. He began dressing, not looking at her; in fact, he was ignoring her very presence quite well.

"I know that," Sheva said, a bit put off by his sudden distance. "I meant, well, what was that all about? What happens now?"

Looking dispassionately on her with those glowing red eyes, Wesker's lip turned up in a cruel smile, his fingers clasping the last button on his suit jacket. Sheva felt fear; cold and terrible as it spread through her limbs like ice water.

"Now, my dear; you die," Wesker said, and before Sheva could blink, his hands were around her neck, squeezing tightly. Just before she lost consciousness, he whispered into her ear, "I'd keep you, if you didn't mean so much to him. I think I may love you, if I am capable of such emotion."

Her last thought was a quote, fitting and oddly funny....

"Quoth the raven...'Nevermore.'"