Stranger Part II: Burn Me Alive

Did I ever do anything that was this cruel to you?
Did I ever make you wonder who was standing in the room?
You made yourself look perfect in every way,
So when this goes down, I'm the one that will be blamed.
Your plan is working so you can just walk away,
Baby your secret's safe.

-Stranger, Hilary Duff

"Dearheart…you taste…extravagant…" Wesker whispered as he tore off the red dress in one swift motion, revealing lace French lingerie. "Like what you see?" Claire teased. Wesker simply nodded, and trailed kisses from the side of her throat to her collarbone, making the redhead arch her back. The blonde Tyrant bit down on a couple of spots around her sternum until he decided to play with her breasts. "Wes..ker…" Claire moaned. The sound of his dearheart's lust-riddled voice turned him on even more, and he tore off the lingerie set, revealing the nude glory of Claire Redfield.

The younger Redfield's body was that of a goddess in Wesker's eyes. The ample breasts, the full curves of her hips, the tiny waistline, and the smooth, flawless legs and skin that made her the Waterloo of every man. But he knew she was not to be trifled with just like that, for she had her brother's will, fighting capabilities, and toughness to match. But right now, it didn't matter to him. She was his. And he will break that stubbornness and possess every fiber in her being. "Dearheart…you've been…keeping these sizable breasts from me…" he whispered as one hand began to squeeze and jiggle her breast while he sucked on the perked nipple of the other. Claire groaned in ecstatic pleasure as she went for his belt.

"Now, now, dearheart…" Wesker growled, holding her hands. "Not just yet… We'll save that for later…" The redhead pouted, folding her arms over her breasts. "But Wesker…" She thought, but the blonde silenced her with a kiss as he took his leather gloves off. God this plan is so effective I hate myself for it, Claire thought. If Chris finds out, I'll be dead as a doornail. "Looks like you're excited…" he purred, rubbing the lips of Claire's womanhood. She felt the euphoric feeling creep into her nerves like electricity, and Wesker wanted her that way. Cringing, shivering in pleasure at his touch. The next series of events held no gentleness, but rough lust, as Wesker inserted one finger inside Claire's sex, making her moan and pull closer to him, who just smirked as he licked her cheek, just like the predator he was. "Ahhh! Ugrh…that's…" Claire spluttered. "It's what, dearheart?" Wesker said, inserting another finger inside, making her back arch once more. Her nails dug on his muscular shoulders, but he ignored it, for there was no pain. Only pleasure, he thought as he pumped in and out of her with his fingers, until Claire moaned out in her orgasm. As Wesker withdrew his liquid-filled fingers, he had Claire suck on it, then he undid his pants, his hardened cock springing to life.

Claire's eyes widened. "Whoa…" she whispered. "That's…" "Do you like what you see?" Wesker said as he positioned himself towards her entrance. "Then I assure you, dearheart, you'll love what will happen next…" Without a warning, he rammed himself to the hilt inside of her, making Claire gasp and moan as she wrapped her legs around his waist. For a man who was in his forties, Wesker had a way with ladies all of ages, but Claire Redfield was the only woman for him, and he knew it at the very moment he laid eyes on her, she had to be his, and he wanted her bad. And now, to have her under his body was like the best victory over his nemesis, Chris Redfield, and thus, he let go of all self-restraint. He made love to her, and he knew that much. "Ah, Wes…ker…m-more…" Claire muttered as the blonde sped up his pace. She was worried that, because of the Progenitor virus in him, he might just fuck her to death, but apparently, that wasn't it. She was in plain disbelief that the man she swore on Steve Burnside's grave to kill was fucking her right now.

"Claire…" Wesker growled as he nibbled her earlobe before kissing and sucking it. "Ah…dear…heart…" He pumped faster, and harder. He was in control. Total control. And even in their passionate engagement, he would let her know her place in the hierarchy. He felt her walls tighten around him, and she was clawing his back. After a duet of guttural moans of pleasure, Wesker released inside of Claire, and he fell back beside her on the bed, catching his breath. His slicked back hair was in a total mess, the strands all over the place, while Claire's face was glistening with sweat, her red locks stuck to her forehead. He put on his clothes and went over to the dresser, picking out a grey shirt and jogging pants for his dearheart.

"You…were unbelievable." Claire said as she took the clothes and donned them. Wesker merely smirked. "I've always been unbelievable, dearheart." Despite being a Tyrant, Wesker was already exhausted after their love-making, so his crimson eyes finally gave in to sleep, whie Claire took out her diary and wrote out her thoughts.

"November 7th,

Damn it. Damn it all to hell. I can't believe I just did that with him of all people. I'd be grateful if my body was taken by Steve back at Rockfort, but he's dead and gone now, and I highly doubt Leon's got any time for it. I feel so disgusting right now. But it's part of my plan…and I'm willing to make any sacrifice so I can just get myself out of this hellhole.

Chris, where are ya, big guy? I need you to save me already… You're taking so long… I…

I'm scared… And I'm out of ideas, save for being Wesker's little slut…"

With trembling hands, she placed the diay back in the drawer and willed herself to lie down beside the monster that made her life hell even if he wasn't hurting her. Sure she can keep face, pretend she wasn' t scared, but inside, she felt that she was dying slowly. And every single waking day she spent in that place was a step closer to her own inner death. She cast a gaze over Albert Wesker's sleeping form, his sculpted chest rising and falling rhythmically.

Nothing but a stranger. And she closed her eyes, letting sleep take over her fears. For the momentary bliss of being in a dream was all the relief she could have until she was saved.

The following day, Claire woke up to the usual sight of Wesker dressing up to go to work. "Dearheart, I have an emergency meeting to attend to. Apparently, Ms. Gionne has done something remarkable, according to her, at least." he said with that usual enigmatic, arrogant smirk. "Finally found something useful to do in her life?" Claire asked, to which Wesker nodded. He strode over to her and kissed her full in the lips. "I'll be back with more news later, dearheart." He left, and Claire merely raised an eyebrow as she got off the bed to begin her day.

Excella Gionne was smiling broadly that day. She was as brilliant as she was beautiful. Not only did her research team manage to retrieve the Uroboros virus that was sorely mishandled, she had helped develop a more powerful version of the P30 device. And it was to be her redemption. The click-clack of her Jimmy Choos reverberated all over the corridor leading to Albert Wesker's office. She carried a silver suitcase, containing the new P30 device, and knocked three times on the door. "Come in." Came Albert Wesker's deep, British-accented voice.

"Ah, and what is it you wanted to show me so early in the morning?" he asked. "This." Excella answered as she placed the silver suitcase on Wesker's desk. She unclasped it, and revealed a crimson-colored spider-shaped device. The blonde Tyrant snorted in disappointment. He was only three seconds away from beating the TriCell executive until she said, "I do have good news though, aside from this present." His eyebrow arched. "Well," she continued. "The Uroboros sample had been retrieved. The one who mishandled it was of course…terminated." "Good." Wesker said. "Anything else, because I am really not in the mood for games, Excella."

The Italian businesslady smiled. "Of course, of course." She said. "This P30 device I brought is more powerful than the one you used on Jill Valentine. It has been incorporated with a specially-made drug from our African division that would enhance the manipulating abilities of it, along with of course, the near-superhuman strength and speed it gives." The blonde laced his fingers in front of him in a businesslike manner, examining the gleaming machine.

And a smirk spread across his handsome face, which made Excella smile as well. How she loved seeing Albert happy, and knowing that her latest discovery made him happy, she deemed herself one step above that red-haired bitch. And this new P30 device would be the way she would get back at Claire. "You can have it, Albert." Excella said. "I can have those mass-produced as well, if you want." "I will give you the word, then." Wesker said as he closed the suitcase. "I will test this on someone first, but if I find that your product is…unpleasant, then prepare for the consequences." A chill ran down the Italian's spine. "O-of course, I made sure that no defects were to be found on it." She said. "Oh, and one more thing, Albert. Looks like one of our tracking devices from the paramilitary division has gone missing."

"Tracking device? What does it look like?" Wesker asked. "It is merely a micro-chip that can be attached to an inconspicuous object, say, a woman's accessory." Excella answered as she turned to leave. "I will oversee R&D for you , Albert. I'll give you a call if I find anything out." The blonde Tyrant leaned back on his chair with a triumphant grin. His plans are coming to fruition. Though the missing tracker disturbed him, he would have to investigate for it at a later time. He had the perfect test subject for the new P30. Enough pretenses, he thought as he took out his cellphone. It's time I toss away the key to your cage, dearheart, so you would forever be mine. His eyes glowed crimson at his next, twisted chess game.

A new P30 device? A missing tracker? And what does Wesker mean by 'enough pretenses'? Well we'll find out in the next chapters! I'm sorry it wasn't too lemony for you, since I don't do lemon :| But anyway, please enjoy this and I'm sorry for being such a prick and uploading this late :) Time to get down to business with the next chapters...