Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil sadly or any of their sexy characters... They belong to Capcom and this story is for entertainment and not meant to make a profit. ((Unless you're paying with Reviews))

Warning: Mild suggestions

NOTE: The following below is from the 3rd chapter. It has been rewritten in Wesker's point of view for a special event ((Written in the AN at the end)) C: Enjoy!

::3.5::

Now that the Nivans kid was out of my way, placed in a separate room, I looked towards my prey expectantly. For him to give his body up in place of the kid's safety was a valiant choice on Chris' behalf. That was the exact thing I wanted to destroy in him though, but at the moment, I couldn't bring myself to anger. I was going to indulge myself in pleasure of destroying his delicate innocence even further because of that choice.

"I presume there is no issue now, correct?" I asked, silently mocking the way the man, whom I sworn my enemy, became easily embarrassed.

My gaze didn't let up as they traveled down then up the brunette's body. Without my aviators, he could feel the intensity of my eyes, which was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to watch him break, needed to see him to crumble, needed for him to come to an understanding that his heroic efforts had no place in my world and that he would always and forever belong to me.

He fidgeted and gave a timid nod, causing a smirk to cross my lips. I reached down, grabbing the hem of my dark Tee, pulling it off in one fluid motion. I immediately felt the brunette's graze rake my body as he took in the sight.

I raised my hand and beckoned him over with a finger, wanting him to work for his corruption. His rugged face instantly reddened before he took a hesitant step towards me. An agonizing moment passed as Chris crossed the difference between us. Upon reaching me, he ran a hand slowly up my torso, tracing the line of each muscle, coaxing a deliciously lustful growl from within me.

I grabbed his belt loops and pulled him closer, allowing me to feel him tremble as I returned the favor: Slipping my hands under his shirt, tracing invisible marks on him, causing friction with my gloved hands on his sensitive skin.

I knew Redfield wasn't doing this because he wanted to, and that made it so. Much. Sweeter. To keep his deal and protect Piers, Chris was eager to please; Eager to do whatever kept me satisfied and away from the boy.

Intrigued by the thought of what reaction I'd get, I rolled my hips against his slowly, over and over again, making the helpless man whimper and mewl at the sweet torture I created for him.

Pulling away slightly, I slid the shirt up and over his head, depositing it on the floor next to him.

"Not going to bind my hands this time?" Chris asked half jokingly, referring to the times I forced myself upon him before. I could sense his unease so I placed a finger under his chin, keeping his undivided attention on me.

"I believe that I can trust you. Unless you give me a reason not to..." I drawled out the words, allowing them to process in the brunette's mind.

"No!" Chris replied a little too quickly for my liking, "I mean, yeah. You can trust me,"

"Good," I praised him, "Now that you have your new-found freedom, I'll begin training you for what you'll need in order to ensure that boy's and your survival,"

I watched his brows knit together, confusion clear on his face. He quickly turned his head making me lose my hold on him.

"What do you mean?" He asked hesitantly and I swore I could hear his heartbeat quicken. Pleasurable tingles raced through me as I thought of all the terribly wondrous ways to defile him, unconsciously beginning to smile. I couldn't stop myself as I gave into resolve, grabbing the back of his neck. I pulled him to me, immediately dominating his sweet mouth with my own and found myself quite taken aback when I felt him push back, allowing his tongue to meet mine slowly, but willingly. I chuckled at my own surprise and pulled back, flicking the corner of his mouth with my greedy tongue.

He looked so perfect there, dazed and confused, to the point that I was going to walk out so that would be how I remembered him later, when I was alone; But of course, I couldn't do that. I had gone too far to turn back now.

"On your knees," I ordered, basking in the pure look of soon-to-be-gone innocence upon his features.

I was going to teach him how to please a god. One way, or another.

Author's Note: Again, this is just from the 3rd chapter put into Wesker's point of view. I saw on DC Douglas' ((Wesker's Voice Actor)) site that he wanted erotic material ((Yaoi or Straight)) to use for a convention and I couldn't help my Creativity from imagining this.
Hope you enjoy!
ALSO! Chapter 4 is pretty much complete! I'm just touching it up. It should be uploaded in a day or two.