Wesker sat back in his leather chair, a playful smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. Krauser and Ada were the only two that worked for him that wouldn't follow his orders blindly, unlike the others. Krauser was a very skilled mercenary, and Wesker respected that. He'd spent time as a mercenary himself to gain the money needed to fund his research.

"I take it you are still on the island?" His British drawl echoed slightly in the small room.

"Yeah."

"Meet me at the facility. Bring your leverage." Wesker hung up. He wondered what Krauser had that he could possibly want, and be willing to pay for. He pocked his phone in his crisp black suit and stood. Whatever Krauser had been planning, it'd better be worth it.

Krauser made his way through the facility, carrying Leon over one shoulder. The agent was still unconscious and probably would be for some time still, which made the task of bringing him to Wesker a simple one. He punched in the combination for the door and it unlocked. He pushed his way inside and dropped Leon the floor, the agent's head tilting to the side and causing his bangs to cover part of his face.

The sound of measured footsteps had Krauser turning on his heel. Wesker walked into the room slowly, the door closing behind him. Krauser crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, watching the man with a cold glare. Wesker stopped at Leon's side, a dark chuckle falling from his lips.

"Your orders were to kill Leon, not bring him to me."

"Yeah, well you have no idea how much fun he is. Besides, if you get sick of him you can still kill him." Krauser stated coldly. Sure, he wouldn't have minded keeping the younger man to himself, but he had to look out for himself and himself only.

Wesker sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

"You do realize I do not have time for such… insignificant things."

"Do you want him or not?" Krauser was becoming impatient.

Wesker stared down at the man lying unconscious on the floor and took a good look at him. He was still in his used state, the majority of his clothing having been torn off or ripped to shreds. The blond knelt down and grasped Leon by the chin, tilting his head so he could look at his facial features. His lips tilted up slightly in a smirk and he released Leon, straightening and turning to Krauser.

"I will call for you once he awakens. I would like to see what makes him so 'fun'."

Krauser took his cue to leave. Wesker was seriously considering taking Leon. If Wesker enjoyed Leon as much as he hoped, his asking price would not be cheap.

Wesker stood back, his arms folded across his chest. He'd completely stripped Leon and locked him into shackles around his wrists and thighs from chains suspended from the roof. Both of his arms were pulled above his head, and his thighs were pulled apart giving the blond an unobstructed view of the agent's entire body, which was suspended at the perfect height so they would be face to face.

Wesker spent a fair amount of time like this, letting his cold, inhuman eyes run over the younger man's body and found Leon becoming an object of his desires. He made note of every wound marring Leon's body: a jagged scar across his left shoulder, three diagonal cuts across his stomach, a stab wound on both his right and left thighs, two bullet wounds in his right bicep, a cut on the bottom of his lip and over his right cheek, a deep bite wound on his neck, purple bruises along his neck, wrists, hips, inner thighs, over the length of his spine and along one side of his jaw. His skin was caked with dirt, small amounts of dried blood, and was sticky over his face, chest, cock, and ass. His hair hung clumped together in places, which was framing his gorgeous features, lips parted slightly and tilted up in the faintest of smirks. His skin was pulled tight over muscle and bone, showing the first traces of malnutrition. With closer inspection, he could tell the worst of the wounds had been treated with either herbs or first aid sprays. The healing remedies were only meant for short term use until the wounded could get to a hospital for proper treatment. The bite and bullet wounds hadn't been treated at all and were showing the first signs of infection, the wounds an angry red color and swollen slightly.

Wesker couldn't help but wonder what would attract him to the younger man other than his physical appearance. Although looks played a big role in his choice of sexual partners, they weren't everything. He found himself hoping that Leon was as fun as Krauser said as he pulled up a rolling cart with several tools on it. He took a small scalpel and reopened the bullet wounds, fresh blood sliding down the unconscious man's bicep. He pushed tweezers into the wounds, removing the bullets and dropping them on the cart. He sterilized and bandaged every wound before stepping back. Leon had a fair amount of bandage wrapped around his nude body, but even then the young man still managed to look attractive. A sly smirk had Wesker's lips tilting up at the corners. Perhaps Leon would be fun.

Leon's eyes slowly fluttered open. He scanned the room as he became fully conscious. It was void of anything other than a steel cart on which several tools lay. He attempted to move but found it impossible, tilting his head back to see his wrists shackled above him to the roof by metal chains. He gave them a frustrating tug but nothing happened. As his gaze lowered, he realized he was completely nude and covered in bandage. A hot flush spread over his cheeks as he took in his vulnerable position, a voice resonating from behind him making him startle.

"Ah, Leon. I was beginning to wonder when you would wake."

The voice was smooth, dark, and held the undertones of a thick British accent. The man spoke with a poisoned tongue, the very tone of his voice sending shivers down Leon's spine. Slow, calculated footsteps echoed around him as the man walked around his side and stopped a few feet in front of him, slipping his gloved hands into black slacks. As he turned, Leon's eyes widened. Everything about the man, from the way he held himself, to his posture and attire, had an air of uncontested authority. He was clearly some sort of business man, clad in a crisp black suit, gloves, and dress shoes. A pair of discontinued police force shades rested on his nose, covering his eyes which were assessing Leon's reaction, and his blond hair was styled perfectly back. His features were strong, and stunning was an understatement. He was drop-dead gorgeous. As Leon took in every detail, he found himself putting a name to the man before him. Chris had told him stories about the man, a cynical, selfish tyrant that was far less human than he appeared. The blond man had attempted to kill Chris multiple times, and even went as far as attacking Claire. It was the man that had sent Krauser to dispatch of Leon, and forced Ada to play on his team. Leon had hated the man from the moment Chris first spoke his name, but here, in his presence, it was impossible to feel anything other than awe.

"Albert Wesker."

"Oh, you know who I am?" Wesker's lips tilted up at one corner in a devilish smirk.

"You want me dead."

"I did. You were becoming quite a nuisance to me. But now things have changed."

The door to the room open and Krauser walked in, looking as human as ever. His arm was back to normal and he was devoid of any signs of his virus.

"You neglected to tell me Leon is a host for the Plaga." Wesker tilted his head ever so slightly in the direction of the mercenary. Krauser scoffed and crossed his arms.

"It's what makes him so fun. Would you like an example?" Krauser sneered. Leon couldn't imagine acting like that towards Wesker without getting the shit kicked out of him. The blond's silence had Krauser moving towards Leon, who looked away and swallowed. He'd already been fucked by Krauser; he didn't need the man seeing him in this position.

Krauser leaned in, running his tongue up Leon's neck and along the side of his jaw, making the younger man moan and writhe from the contact. Krauser kissed him and he kissed back immediately, unable to fight it. Krauser pulled away, satisfied, and turned back to Wesker.

"The Plaga is turning him into an obedient sex slave."

Wesker seemed to consider this for a few moments.

"How much?"

"Seven figures."

"Six." What the fuck? They were bartering over how much he was worth!

"Well, I'll be taking my toy and leaving, then."

Wesker growled and produced a cheque book and a pen, scrawling onto one of the cheques before ripping it and handing it to the mercenary. Krauser smirked and turned to Leon.

"Have fun, comrade."

Krauser took his leave and Leon stared at Wesker. The man had given Krauser a million dollars as if it was pocket change. He doubted even the government would pay that much for his life. He was partly disgusted and partly thrilled. Wesker was an unpredictable tyrant that would let nothing get in the way of what he wanted. So, if Leon was what he wanted, what did that mean lay in store for him?

"How far along in its lifecycle is the Plaga?" Wesker asked as he stood before Leon. He looked away, unable to hold the older man's gaze through his shades.

"Far," Leon swallowed, "I can't fight it anymore. Is it going to kill me?"

"Perhaps."

Wesker's answer wasn't reassuring in the least. He could feel uncertainty bubbling in his stomach and making it churn. It clenched hard, the familiar hunger pains making his stomach ache. Wesker seemed to know this and tilted his head in the faintest of movements.

"Hungry?"

"Deathly." Leon replied honestly. There was no point in giving Wesker any snide remarks or sass. His best chance was to just ride it out and do what the blond asked of him. Wesker walked up to him, only inches away and slowly removed his shades, revealing yellow eyes ringed with red. Leon found himself mesmerized by the other man's eyes. Chris had mentioned they weren't human, but in person they were breath taking. Each orb was filled with flecks of amber, nearly the color of molten gold, and Leon swore he saw rivers of pattern in them.

"See something you like?" Wesker smirked slightly, although his eyes remained devoid of emotion. How could such cold eyes burn so hot?

"Everything." Leon hadn't realized he was leaning forward to try and get closer to the man. He swallowed and adverted his gaze, which was hard to do given the fact that he had no doubt the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen standing before him. A soft chuckle fell from the blond's lips, the sound sending a shiver down Leon's spine. Oh God, he was already getting excited and the man hadn't even touched him. When Leon found the courage to look up, Wesker was gone. What the hell? He hadn't even heard the man leave. Within seconds a tray was being set on the cart to his right, which was covered in a variety of fruits ranging from raspberries, blackberries, grapes, strawberries and blueberries to small chunks of watermelon, cantaloupe, honeydew and pineapple. Leon could feel his mouth salivating at the sight of the juicy fruits.

Leon watched as Wesker removed his gloves, draping them over one edge of the cart before letting his fingers hover over the fruit. The blond must have been watching his reaction and he didn't doubt he looked like a hungry animal as he watched Wesker take a raspberry between his thumb and forefinger. Leon's eyes followed the small fruit as it was raised to his mouth level and pressed against his lips. He parted them and Wesker released the raspberry, letting it fall onto Leon's tongue. He bit into the fruit and moaned loudly in pleasure, his taste buds overwhelmed with the sweet taste of the fruit. Wesker smirked, taking a strawberry and playing with it as he watched Leon.

"You'll have to work for the rest. Understand?"

Leon nodded, enjoying the sound of Wesker's sultry voice and letting it wash over him. He watched as Wesker touched the tip of the strawberry to his navel and slowly dragged it up his stomach and chest. He'd never been toyed with this way but fuck was it hot, especially when the man toying with him had the appearance of an Egyptian god. He bit his lip, excitement flowing through his veins and making his skin become hot. The tip of the strawberry slid up his neck and over his jaw and was pushed against his lips. Leon took it into his mouth, chewing it hungrily and swallowing.

Wesker swiped his finger over Leon's navel, collecting a single droplet of water the strawberry had left in its wake. The moment their skin touched, Leon let out a gasp and Wesker instantly pulled away as if he was shocked. The connection between the Plaga and the Progenitor virus had ignited and Leon looked at Wesker with lusty eyes. He could physically feel the power radiating off the older man, so much of it that it overwhelmed him slightly. He let out a small whimper, needing to be in contact with Wesker again. The blond smirked, both interested and fascinated by what was occurring between them. He would have to study Leon once he was finished with him. The agent clearly had something inside of him that was making the parasite within him react differently than every other parasite that had infected both humans and monsters. Wesker raised his fingers , holding them just centimeters from Leon's lips.

"Suck them." The words had Leon letting out a small moan as he took the two fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking them eagerly. His cock was becoming hard from the action and his need was slowly building from just touching the blond. Once they were soaked and dripping with his saliva, Wesker withdrew them and reached behind Leon. He felt the wet digits prodding his ass and moaned as they pushed in, stretching the tight muscles. Wesker scissored his fingers together inside Leon, eliciting several needy moans from the younger man who was writhing in his restraints and pushing against the fingers, needing more contact. Wesker held Leon's gaze as he pleased him, every moan fueling his own lust further.

"If I told you I will keep you here forever, would you object?" Wesker asked as he removed his fingers, eliciting a whimper in protest from the younger man.

"No. I want this. I want you." Leon wasn't sure if it was what he wanted or if it was what the Plaga wanted, but all he knew was if Wesker didn't fuck him soon he might die. The blond let out an amused chuckle at his words before unzipping his slacks. The sound had Leon's eyes darting down, eager to catch a glimpse of the blond's perfect cock. His mouth watered considerably at the sight of it and he wished he could wrap his lips around it, worship it like Wesker deserved to be worshipped. He would lick and suck on it for hours if he could, would swallow every drop of Wesker's come and beg for more.

Fuck, he was a slut and he knew it, but it didn't bother him in the slightest. Everything he wanted, everything he needed, was standing only inches away from him. He licked his lips as he met the blond's gaze, and found a new kind of need stirring within him.

"Hurt me. Please." Leon begged, his voice soft. He had never been attracted to pain, but now he was finding that he wanted it only if it was inflicted by the man before him.

"I will. On one condition."

"Yes. Anything!"

"You will call me master for the duration of the intercourse." Leon's cheeks flushed at the words and his cock twitched in excitement. He swallowed and met Wesker's burning gaze.

"Please… master."

Wesker produced a knife from the inside of his suit jacket, the inscription of the blade reading 'S.T.A.R.S.' He flicked the blade across Leon's wrist, opening a cut that welled with blood before slowly sliding down his forearm.

"Ahh…" Leon bit his lip and moaned, the blade nicking his collarbone and then his stomach. Every cut created a delightful stinging pain that was making Leon become hotter by the second. He writhed and moaned, victim to such beautiful torment that had shaky breaths falling from his lips.

Wesker gripped Leon's thighs and guided his cock to his ass, pushing against the ring of muscle teasingly but not penetrating it. Leon looked at him with lusty eyes, speaking the words Wesker had been waiting to hear.

"Fuck me, master."

Not a second later Wesker was plunging into him, driving his cock to the hilt in one swift movement. Leon cried out in pleasure from the delicious contact, throwing his head back and clenching his fists tightly. He wanted to run his hands over every rippling muscle, wanted to feel them flex under his touch. He wanted to feel Wesker's body pressed up against his own, hot and sweaty from their coupling. His mind raced as he fantasised multiple scenarios with Wesker, all involving him being fucked by the blond mercilessly. A strong grip on his jaw forced him to look back into Wesker's eyes.

"Eyes on me, pet."

Wesker began thrusting hard and deep from the get go. Leon panted as he held Wesker's gaze, the blond's pupils having dilated into thin slits. Wesker's fingers dug hard into the sensitive skin of Leon's thighs, pulling Leon into his thrusts, the sound of skin against skin resonating throughout the room. Leon bit his lip as he watched the blond, wanting to feel Wesker's lips on his own, wanting to taste Wesker in his mouth. Wesker didn't seem like the kind of guy that would enjoy such passions, instead relishing in primal carnage and pure need. Leon didn't care either way, so long as they remained in contact with one another.

A hard thrust into his prostate had Leon throwing his head back and crying out in pleasure. He felt Wesker's cock sliding in and out against his insides, rubbing against every sensitive muscle over and over. His eyes fluttered and his breaths came out in uneven pants, his skin pink with a slight flush that had spread over his body. His wrists and thighs were becoming slightly chaffed from the rough jerking against his bonds, the small bolts of pain adding to his rising euphoria. Wesker leaned in, his words calm and even, not even having broken a sweat from their actions. His lips brushed against Leon's ear and he spoke, his words thick with both lust and his accent.

"Scream my name when you come." The words alone were nearly enough to make Leon come, a violent spasm of pleasure running up his spine. With only a couple more thrusts into his prostate, Leon was coming up his stomach and chest.

"Wesker!"

A smirk graced the blond's lips and he increased his speed considerably, moving faster than any human could. The assault created new waves of pleasure, the torment on Leon's prostate not allowing him to come down from his high and keeping his orgasm going for longer than it should. He shook his head side to side, letting out cries and moans as he was pushed to his limits. Just when he thought he might black out, small spots having formed in his vision, the thrusting halted and was replaced by a large rush of hot come shooting inside him. He slumped in his restraints, breathing hard and drenched in sweat, trying to recover from the longest orgasm of his life. Wesker pulled his cock out slowly, eliciting a small moan from Leon as the head slipped free, before tucking it back into his pants and zipping them up.

Leon's eyes flicked up to the man before him, watching him intently. He parted his lips to speak but a blur of moment crossed his vision before everything went black and he fell into unconsciousness.

Wesker stared into Leon's crimson red eyes before knocking him unconscious. He slid his gloves back on and tugged at his suit jacket, making sure everything was back in its proper place. He smiled to himself softly as he looked at the younger man. He saw so much of Chris in the agent. Both men had been so willing to please him. As fun as Leon was, he could never compare to the brunet, who was what Wesker really wanted. Wesker had shared a complicated past with Chris, creating an angst-filled tension between them that would make for incredible sex once he captured him. The emotional connection wasn't present with Leon, and he decided not to keep the man. It would be too much hassle to watch over him, and he couldn't afford getting attached.

Wesker freed Leon from the restraints, catching him in his arms as he fell. He had the proper technology to eradicate the Plaga from Leon's body. He exited the room and made his way to a separate part of the compound, laying Leon on a sterile lab table and operating a machine that used lasers to kill the parasite attached to the agent's spine. His phone beeped with a message from Ada, saying she had retrieved the sample. Both Leon and Ashley were useless to him now, having gotten what he needed from that fool Ozmund Saddler. It was best not to let that much power get into the wrong hands, especially the ones that didn't deserve it. Besides, the Plaga was a greatly inferior weapon and he'd already had ideas on creating a new weapon that would be much more intelligent and successful.

Leon sat bolt-upright with a gasp and looked about the room frantically. He groaned at an aching pain in his head and raised a hand to it. It felt like he'd been hit by a bus. Moonlight filtered through the window, and as his eyes adjusted to the near darkness, he noticed the familiar details of his bedroom. The hell? How had he gotten back to the States? He tossed the blankets aside, more surprised than he should have been that he was still completely nude and wrapped in bandages. He rifled through the dresser and slipped into a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt before making his way down the hall.

Leon rubbed the sleep from his eyes and nearly had a heart attack when he saw the unconscious figure lying on his couch. He crept closer, careful to be as quiet as possible, and took in the short blond hair and orange wool shirt. Holy shit. Ashley was asleep on his couch. How was this even possible? He collapsed into the reclining chair and stared at the roof. Could this be Wesker's doing? What about the Plaga? He wasn't feeling the familiar pains on his spine that indicated the parasites presence, but couldn't be too sure.

"Ugh…" Leon straightened at the sound of Ashley's voice. She was rising from her slumber, sitting up and yawning before her eyes fell on Leon.

"Ah! Get away!" She reached for the closest thing – a table top lamp – and chucked it at him. Leon barely managed to get to his feet and dodge it, holding his hands up in an innocent gesture.

"Hey, don't worry! I'm the one that rescued you. Name's Leon."

Ashley narrowed her eyes, judging whether or not he seemed like a trustworthy person. After a moment she relaxed and looked around.

"Where are we?"

"In my apartment in Washington, D.C. What do you remember?"

She thought for a moment before replying.

"I remember being hauled off to some prison on an island. They kept me shut up in a small room with cameras and a guard at the door."

Sounded like the island Salazar mentioned she'd been taken to.

"Well, no need to worry. You're safe now. I'm going to call in that I've got you back. I'm sure your father will be relieved."

Ashley nodded and Leon made his way to the landline, dialing in a private number.

Leon's debriefing had commenced as soon as he returned to headquarters. His story was true (for the most part) only lacking on the details of his sexual encounters. He told them everything, from the infected villagers to how Krauser was working with Wesker. He left out the part where he was captured and replaced it with a fake story of how he rescued Ashley and was able to return via the private jet. He apologized to Hunnigan nearly a dozen times for having worried her, saying he'd lost his phone after the close encounter with Salazar. No one was suspicious of his story, and he was thanked greatly by President Graham, who retired once Ashley was back safe in his care. He felt slightly guilty for having lied, but the truth would only force him into an interrogation full of questions he wouldn't have the answers to.

For now, he would enjoy his infected-free all-expenses paid vacation until he was sent on another mission, which would probably much sooner than he liked.

Alright, so this is the last chapter of the story... for now. I plan on extending it into the events of Resident Evil Degeneration (possibly), Damnation, and Resident Evil 6. Reviews are much appreciated, I hope you enjoyed the story... so far.