Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil. Damn it.

AN: Just a small oneshot that I'd like to dedicate to Albert Wesker and Claire Redfield.


Intoxication.

Desire.

Addiction.

Perfection.

Wesker knew that no such words could fully describe what he felt for his fiery-haired Goddess. Up to this day, it still left him completely stupefied as to how he had come to feel such potent feelings for the TerraSave agent. He was a man of control, of power and of strength. Feelings, attachments and relationships were beneath his station of a God. Yet he experienced these surges of humanity time and time again.

And when he tried to distance himself from his Phoenix-queen, these surges came back stronger and undone all his control. He became human when she was near. She was his weakness, as disgusted as he was to say it. Anything that happened to her happened to him.

Every emotion she felt, he felt its profound effect. When sadness crept on her features, his heart would unexpectedly clench and he felt his throat dry. When anger boiled in her eyes like liquid flames and it was all directed at him, Wesker would feel most uncomfortable. When passion and love shone on her face like the glowing radiance of the sun, not even the prospect of immortality could compare to the joy he felt in him.

At times he hated her. He hated her for making him irrational, weak and human. He hated her for making him realize that he had a flaw, a crack in his impenetrable walls. He hated her more for the fact that that weakness was her.

"Are you okay, Albert?" Her voice, sweet and soft and musical, snatched his focus away from his thoughts. Looking up at her statuesque form, Wesker arranged the dark glasses that covered his scarlet eyes. It was very fortunate that he wore them now, for his eyes would have gave away the desire he longed for.

When he made contact with her sapphirine eyes, he saw the kindness and the concern swimming in floods. That was probably her most disarming and most powerful weapon against him: her kindness. When he saw that emotion in other people, he felt revolted. When he saw that in her eyes, it was his undoing.

That kindness had gave way to the love that he had never experienced, the love that had given him the most joy and happiness in his life.

"Of course, dear heart." He replied to her question. She then came, like the Grecian Daphne as she fled from the pursuing Apollo, her scarlet hair flying as if the wings of a crimson bird.

When she sat upon his lap, Wesker embraced her tightly. He never could understand why felt this way, but when he looked into her eyes and saw the love she had for him there, there needed no explanation. He loved her as much as she loved him, and no one could dispute that truth.

In every way, she was his consort and queen.