Resident Evil
Weskers Desire
Title:Weskers Desire
Author: fan_fic_writer_uk (Dan)
Language: English
Rating: nc-17 (although not until later chapters)
Note- I do NOT own any of the resident evil (although as much as I'd like to), Capcom (and probably a few other companies) do.
Note- This my first fan fic so be gentle....please?
a/n: This story is going to start out really as a rather general, non- explicit fan fic, not derserving the rating nc-17 but if I get a good response then I will continue more chapters and eventually it will become a nc-17 story i.e It will contain those much wanted sex scenes of the nc-17 fan fics. Anyway I've got a lot of ground to cover as a Wesker/Claire fic is a rather hard fic to put together as they don't have much interraction within the game. And unless you do a plain sex fic then it needs a plot. And to be a good fic it needs plot. So I'm sorry if you were looking at this for its rating but you will have to wait a few chapters for the sex and then check back then-....oh and there will be some between them? (prehaps). Thanks, Dan.
Note- This fic is set after the events of RECVX
Chapter One: It Begins
To be in love with the enemy, how could he be?..How could he? He didn't care about love or people did he? Having power was all he now cared about was it?.....Well wasn't it?.
Wesker laughed softly to himself in the darkned room, he wasn't in love was he? Desire was all it was, lust and nothing more, and who wouldn't feel it. Claire was beautiful she was everything a man could ever want: Bright, funny, intelligent, charasmatic, beautiful..... lovable? What man could resist her? she was an enchantress. It was desire not love that racked his body.. it couldn't be it just couldn't. It was the same desire, not love, that he had felt when Chris had first shown her picture to him, back when they were on the S.T.A.R.S team. He had gazed at her face, her smile in that picture, her eyes seeing further into his than anyone, before or since, had ever done. The picture overwhelmed him creating and stirring up emotions that had never before even touched him.... God she was pretty....
Wesker shook his head violently to emerge himself from that day dream. A tyrant didn't have deep emotions or feelings, only those neccessary to survive; pain, hate and desire-the desire to kill the hate to carry it out with and the physical pain to know when to start running. A Tyrants emotion level in any other area was a mere 0.005% of that of humans. A tyrant didn't feel, it exsisted. Emotions were for the weak, the inferiors that needed them, a tyrant had power, emotions were obselete. But still the thoughts were still there...and why did he have to question ever statement he made denying his feelings?
Wesker again shook himself from his thoughts. He hurriedly sat up in the army style bed. He needed to get his minds off things. Anyway he had things to do. His boss had told him to be ready for the attack at the Russian base and more importantly to be successful in stopping it. His boss had not told him who would attack ony it would be a small experienced group, so he had little advantage as he knew nothing of their stats, physical, mental or otherwise. Or indeed how experienced they were. The only reason they knew anything about their coming was due to the spy within their group, for it was the spy that had tipped the boss off that they would be coming. Well Wesker reflected thoughtfuly, that ruled out those do gooders. They were all as rightous as a vicar, although he secretly hoped otherwise. He quickly pulled the covers off the bed brazing the seemingly sub-zero air of the room/ice box ( before remembering that he was a tyrant, he didn't feel the cold or rather he shouldn't be feeling it).....he had work to do.
***
"oohhhhh" Claire groaned and sighed sleepily as she tried to get comfortable in the cheap (although Chris had called them bargin) airline ecconomy class seats. Why didn't being a good guy pay? And why did nobody in the group have any money. The money Carlos had saved from his previous mercenary jobs was fast drying up and Chris was such a thrifty spender that Umberlla would have to have taken over half of Europe before he'd buy one round of ammo. Save it for an emergency is what he always told Claire, but that wasn't helping her to get comfortable now was it?
Claire gave up trying to get back to sleep and instead decided to inspect the group who were all doted around the small plane. They (meaning Chris) had decided the best tactic was to seem like perfect strangers to one and another as it was a pretty remote part of Russia they were travelling to and the last thing they needed was to draw attention to themselves and allow Umbrella to get wind of them coming.
Firstl there was Chris, cool, calm and efficent, sitting four rows in front of her quietly reading, and she noticed, completely alert even after their thirty hour day. She knew he could feel her watching him, he always could. Slowly she turned to face Leon who at the moment , for a cop, was a complete embarrassment. He had his face smeared up against the window with his mouth hanging open -not one of his more attractive moments, whilst a kid whose gameboy had stopped working quickly made off with his walkmans baterries, hardly up for officer of the year award. Rebecca was also sleeping but unlike Leon did it with all the grace of a model. Face muscles relaxed, lips poised she attracted a few sneaky glances from some of the younger male passangers of the flight. One man caught Claires' eye as he turned to glance at her and quickly turned away blushing as he quickly realised another person was watching him. Finaly Claire turned to look at Carlos and Jill the only two of the group that were allowed to talk to each other, under the pretendance of being a couple. They were both quietly talking and quite obviously to Claire, Carlos was very comfortable about being Jills boyfriend.
Claire was awoken from her musings as the captains voice interrupted her thoughts. In broken English he told them " This is your captain....I will begin landing the airplane. Time is 3:04.... have a nice day" He repeated the announcement, in from what Claire could tell, just as bad Russian. The plane began its descent as Claire began fastening her seatbelt, ready for it all to begin again......
***
Far away from both the Russian facility and the plane but drawing closer to both, a voice could just be heard. Madly it whispered hysterically "You thought you could beat me didn't you well I will punish you, you've all been very bad and bad people must be punished". The figures lips drew themselves into a thin, cold, calculating smile. "Let the games begin" it spat, with all traces of the hysteria completely replaced by malice and hate.
The figure slowly turned and whispered to the air "And this time I will be victorious".....
***
Well thats it for now all I can ask is can you please read and review my fic so far and hopefully if there is a good all round response I will continue to write further chapters. Also if you feel like inputting you can try to help me by suggesting firstly who you would like to see as the spy of the group and secondly if there is anyone else other than obviously one of the Ashfords that you would like to see as the boss/ mysterious figure (although I already have plans on who both will I am open to persuasion). Comment and constructive criticism welcome, thanks again, Dan.
Weskers Desire
Title:Weskers Desire
Author: fan_fic_writer_uk (Dan)
Language: English
Rating: nc-17 (although not until later chapters)
Note- I do NOT own any of the resident evil (although as much as I'd like to), Capcom (and probably a few other companies) do.
Note- This my first fan fic so be gentle....please?
a/n: This story is going to start out really as a rather general, non- explicit fan fic, not derserving the rating nc-17 but if I get a good response then I will continue more chapters and eventually it will become a nc-17 story i.e It will contain those much wanted sex scenes of the nc-17 fan fics. Anyway I've got a lot of ground to cover as a Wesker/Claire fic is a rather hard fic to put together as they don't have much interraction within the game. And unless you do a plain sex fic then it needs a plot. And to be a good fic it needs plot. So I'm sorry if you were looking at this for its rating but you will have to wait a few chapters for the sex and then check back then-....oh and there will be some between them? (prehaps). Thanks, Dan.
Note- This fic is set after the events of RECVX
Chapter One: It Begins
To be in love with the enemy, how could he be?..How could he? He didn't care about love or people did he? Having power was all he now cared about was it?.....Well wasn't it?.
Wesker laughed softly to himself in the darkned room, he wasn't in love was he? Desire was all it was, lust and nothing more, and who wouldn't feel it. Claire was beautiful she was everything a man could ever want: Bright, funny, intelligent, charasmatic, beautiful..... lovable? What man could resist her? she was an enchantress. It was desire not love that racked his body.. it couldn't be it just couldn't. It was the same desire, not love, that he had felt when Chris had first shown her picture to him, back when they were on the S.T.A.R.S team. He had gazed at her face, her smile in that picture, her eyes seeing further into his than anyone, before or since, had ever done. The picture overwhelmed him creating and stirring up emotions that had never before even touched him.... God she was pretty....
Wesker shook his head violently to emerge himself from that day dream. A tyrant didn't have deep emotions or feelings, only those neccessary to survive; pain, hate and desire-the desire to kill the hate to carry it out with and the physical pain to know when to start running. A Tyrants emotion level in any other area was a mere 0.005% of that of humans. A tyrant didn't feel, it exsisted. Emotions were for the weak, the inferiors that needed them, a tyrant had power, emotions were obselete. But still the thoughts were still there...and why did he have to question ever statement he made denying his feelings?
Wesker again shook himself from his thoughts. He hurriedly sat up in the army style bed. He needed to get his minds off things. Anyway he had things to do. His boss had told him to be ready for the attack at the Russian base and more importantly to be successful in stopping it. His boss had not told him who would attack ony it would be a small experienced group, so he had little advantage as he knew nothing of their stats, physical, mental or otherwise. Or indeed how experienced they were. The only reason they knew anything about their coming was due to the spy within their group, for it was the spy that had tipped the boss off that they would be coming. Well Wesker reflected thoughtfuly, that ruled out those do gooders. They were all as rightous as a vicar, although he secretly hoped otherwise. He quickly pulled the covers off the bed brazing the seemingly sub-zero air of the room/ice box ( before remembering that he was a tyrant, he didn't feel the cold or rather he shouldn't be feeling it).....he had work to do.
***
"oohhhhh" Claire groaned and sighed sleepily as she tried to get comfortable in the cheap (although Chris had called them bargin) airline ecconomy class seats. Why didn't being a good guy pay? And why did nobody in the group have any money. The money Carlos had saved from his previous mercenary jobs was fast drying up and Chris was such a thrifty spender that Umberlla would have to have taken over half of Europe before he'd buy one round of ammo. Save it for an emergency is what he always told Claire, but that wasn't helping her to get comfortable now was it?
Claire gave up trying to get back to sleep and instead decided to inspect the group who were all doted around the small plane. They (meaning Chris) had decided the best tactic was to seem like perfect strangers to one and another as it was a pretty remote part of Russia they were travelling to and the last thing they needed was to draw attention to themselves and allow Umbrella to get wind of them coming.
Firstl there was Chris, cool, calm and efficent, sitting four rows in front of her quietly reading, and she noticed, completely alert even after their thirty hour day. She knew he could feel her watching him, he always could. Slowly she turned to face Leon who at the moment , for a cop, was a complete embarrassment. He had his face smeared up against the window with his mouth hanging open -not one of his more attractive moments, whilst a kid whose gameboy had stopped working quickly made off with his walkmans baterries, hardly up for officer of the year award. Rebecca was also sleeping but unlike Leon did it with all the grace of a model. Face muscles relaxed, lips poised she attracted a few sneaky glances from some of the younger male passangers of the flight. One man caught Claires' eye as he turned to glance at her and quickly turned away blushing as he quickly realised another person was watching him. Finaly Claire turned to look at Carlos and Jill the only two of the group that were allowed to talk to each other, under the pretendance of being a couple. They were both quietly talking and quite obviously to Claire, Carlos was very comfortable about being Jills boyfriend.
Claire was awoken from her musings as the captains voice interrupted her thoughts. In broken English he told them " This is your captain....I will begin landing the airplane. Time is 3:04.... have a nice day" He repeated the announcement, in from what Claire could tell, just as bad Russian. The plane began its descent as Claire began fastening her seatbelt, ready for it all to begin again......
***
Far away from both the Russian facility and the plane but drawing closer to both, a voice could just be heard. Madly it whispered hysterically "You thought you could beat me didn't you well I will punish you, you've all been very bad and bad people must be punished". The figures lips drew themselves into a thin, cold, calculating smile. "Let the games begin" it spat, with all traces of the hysteria completely replaced by malice and hate.
The figure slowly turned and whispered to the air "And this time I will be victorious".....
***
Well thats it for now all I can ask is can you please read and review my fic so far and hopefully if there is a good all round response I will continue to write further chapters. Also if you feel like inputting you can try to help me by suggesting firstly who you would like to see as the spy of the group and secondly if there is anyone else other than obviously one of the Ashfords that you would like to see as the boss/ mysterious figure (although I already have plans on who both will I am open to persuasion). Comment and constructive criticism welcome, thanks again, Dan.