*crawls out of grave*

*slaps chapter on internet*

*crawls back into grave*

He swept the razor down his cheek again. Felt good to be back in the building and get this beard under control. This cheap razor wasn't doing it, demanding several strokes just to get one expanse clear. "Yeah, hold on-" The door was opening, he could see from the mirror. The minor distraction was enough of a slip, he cursed, a sting starting along his jaw. The blood waiting to gush was still hidden under the stubble hair and cream caked to him,"Damn it Davis! I said I had dibs." The man he was glaring at in the mirror flashed a cocky smirk,"Forgot."

"Look at him." He sneered. Looking at their work, it seemed like everything was paying off. Their charge was willing to do as directed now. Perfect. "Took you long enough to break him." He scoffed at his partner. "He had training against this kin-"

"You are coming along really well." He called. Her arm around his neck was barely holding on to him. They worked their way down the halls a bit faster than yesterday. "Good, being injured isn't going to get my team back on it's feet." She sighed. He could understand that, leading Theta wasn't an easy task.

She crossed the finish line first, heart hammering in her ears. Yes! Finally! "Who's the slowpoke now Sam?" She jeered as Sam and Robert joined her at the finish line. Sam tried to play it off, acting like he wasn't winded from trying to out run her. "You got luck-"

He kept a tight grasp on the man's jaw, his other hand on a sweaty forehead so this one couldn't get away. The familiar creature pushed up from inside him, reaching and diving into his victim. Gus was fighting hard now, the pounding on his shoulders more frantic than before as he force fed a new parasite into an unwilling host. He gagged, the wiggling lump inching itself out of his body and into Gus. The tube sucked back down his throat and he pinned the choking man against the shelves. They had to be quiet.

Everything was red, wavering in a sickening constant state of motion. He saw it now. It's legs were broken from the fall into the cell. He reached for the beast, it letting a long noise of distress out as his fingers wrapped around it's hips. Closer now, he pulled a leg off. The cow moaned and screamed, bleeding uncontrollably without one of its limbs. Chewing the warm meat was blissful. The bones ground up with the flesh and before long he was on the other leg. The body went limp after that, having bled to death at this point.

"- ain more funds, think you can handle that?" Frank nodded next to him. What a teacher's pet. This boy had no idea how to lead them! Parsons had this routine down on lock, if only the old fool hadn't slipped up and gotten himself killed. He stared daggers at Steven, covering his distaste for him just enough no one called him out on it.

Circles. So many circles. The room was going around and around, constantly to the left as its muscles carried it. There was an insistent nagging in the background, a feeling similar to sitting in the waiting room of an ER. Being here wasn't helpful, it knew that. Every other thought it looked over at it's skeletal sibling. Why was it so calm? Could it not tell their special one wasn't alright? They should be there. With him. Something else bid them to stay, it knew that much, be good. That would make him happy.

Fish darted out of the way. Its tail whipped the water propelling it through the grey-blue expanse. Everything was too bright. They would notice. Not now, not now, it had to remind itself. Last night had been a haul, five hosts, easy prey. Why did the humans have to be so observant during daylight? Irritating. It refocused on changing location. Never hunt the shore in the same place, the humans would fear the water if it was spotted. The hosts would bring humans to it but hunting itself was more rewarding. They had their own jobs, over taking family by family.

Everything was red again, bloody in a way. All he could see was the ceiling and part of a wall. This host wasn't moving, nothing around to waste energy stimulating the muscles to move. He felt split. What he felt of 'himself' was four separate bundles of nerves, attached to a body that kept it from fully decomposing. Forcing the corpse to live felt right. It wheezed. Ragged breathing in and long tortured exhales. It was so cold here. He shivered often, each fragment wriggling on his host just to keep aware of their surroundings.

He stepped aside, taking up a spot against the wall. Wesker strode passed unimpeded from the elevator. He couldn't help watching the blond. The pride in that stride was something he wanted. It looked like Theta was getting another visit, thinking about it, he was actually jealous. Omicron never drew their boss' attention like the danger squads did.

Brows scrunching closer together, Leon wished the other man would fuck off for just a bit longer. With that intent in mind, a hand grabbed Wesker by his shoulder. The two men down the hall between Wesker and Theta's dorm changed course to block Wesker's path. Wesker himself had finished his step before stopping. He noted the hand, his muscles coiling in the natural reaction to remove it. "Sir. He doesn't want to see you." A man from Tao stated. The emphasis on 'he' made it clear to Albert that Leon was the 'he' mentioned. He wasn't surprised. Though he hadn't been present for most of Leon's friendship with Theta, Wesker was sure meeting 'Quintu' as a B.O.W. and witnessing Nikolai change was a refresh on the evil Leon couldn't remember.

These three would not be stopping him from gathering Leon.

He had this as even more evidence that Leon was exercising his will over others whether or not Kennedy meant to. "Thank you Will, I will keep that in mind." Wesker replied as he peeled the man's hand from his person. He made it one step further before side stepping Will who had thrown a punch. In one fluid series of motions; Wesker grabbed the offending man by his wrist, wrenched him forward, traded the wrist into his other hand as Will careened into the wall and slapped his free hand on the shorter man's shoulder.

"That's no way to be acting." Wesker hummed.

Though restrained, Will showed very little concern for the situation he had landed himself in. "You aren't getting in there." The steadfast determination behind Will's words was concrete. Wesker found his brows raising at such intensity. Only Chris had ever spoken to him in such a manner. "I'm afraid you aren't enough to stop me." With that Wesker smashed Will firmly against the wall before dropping the unconscious man to the floor. The two blocking his way looked livid now and though he wasn't looking, Wesker could tell the two or three bodies behind him were bristling with hostility as well.

The ones from behind rushed him.

Wesker evaded another fist without any effort before using the body he had hold of as a weapon and bowling the other two into a dogpile down the hall. Wesker turned about to dispatch the two left only they were multiplying by the second. Phi filed out of their dorm adding five to the two blocking his way. Epsilon's door opened behind him. The hall was becoming quite crowded. The three he had made a tangle of limbs on the floor were still part of the problem as well. Wesker glanced at his side arm, it would be easiest to just gun them down but they were his men. Not that they were acting like it in this moment.

Resolving to inflict a swift beating to those in his way at the moment, Wesker pressed on towards Theta. He stepped in between the first two bodies, hands parting the way as he grabbed their heads and thrust outward. The two smashed into the sides of their close quarters battle ground, the man on the left making a noticeable crack before they both slumped to the floor. Wesker tilted away from the fist meant for his face before grabbing the arm and flipping Dale over his shoulder into the men and women behind him. Wesker struck out with his palm, hitting Phi's captain Ivan, so firmly in the chest he rammed into the man behind him. The broad shouldered man wheezed and coughed out a bloody collection of spit while being shoved back at the imposing man.

They continued like that until Wesker had torn through Phi and only Logan was standing between the super human and Leon. Looking at the plump figure with no combat skill to speak of was comical in a way, still Wesker wasn't letting anyone stop him. The lightning quick punch to Logan's cheek not only slammed the man to the ground several feet back but sent Leon reeling back into his own body.

With a jerk, Leon's eyes snapped open and he looked up at the ceiling of the dorm. He didn't hear the tussle outside making him wonder if what was going on in the hallway was happening at all. He hadn't to wait but a moment before the door beeped twice and someone entered. Leon lolled his head over toward the sounds, spying Wesker's person as he did.

Oh great.

Dream or not, Wesker was here.

Tired as he was, Leon laid there in bed as the other man came over to stand over him beside the couch. "I hear you didn't wish to see me." Wesker mused. The urge to roll his eyes was strong but Leon wasn't feeling up to it. "Yeah." He sighed. "Hey, was something going on outside?" He followed up. Unintentional, at least by some degree, Wesker thought. "A fight occurred. I broke it up." Wesker stated. Leon seemed disappointed but then it rolled off his expression as anger settled there instead. "What were those things?" Leon demanded, speaking about the topic of hours prior. "I thought Nikolai and yourself were getting along, that's no way to speak about him." Leon leered up at the other man. He had respected Nik but the monster that had smeared blood all over him was not that man. "Whatever crawled all over me in that room wasn't Nik." The chill in Leon's tone surprised even Wesker. There was no exception for bio-weapons in Leon's eyes. Excusing the hypocritical mindset, Wesker took a seat on the arm of the sleeper sofa.

"Perhaps not. What remains of Nikolai will no doubt know you hate it." Leon's harsh expression melted with shock, "It's intelligent?" Leon mumbled.

Wesker's shades reflected his surprise back at him. "Quite. I've a hunch they are capable of conversation... though, I admit, you might be the only one capable of sharing space with one without harm." Wesker said.

Leon pulled himself up into a sitting position, he felt sluggish. "Just me? Why me?" He inquired in a rush. Leon knew he wasn't a human anymore but what made him special to the black monsters?

Red eyes raked over bare skin, his partner wasn't dressed.

"Do you recall the eggs I mentioned?" Wesker responded. Leon sat straighter, eggs? Yes, he remembered Wesker removing some from his body. The man in his black suit was smirking when Leon looked over at him.

"Congratulations, you're a father." The words made the former agent's skin crawl.

He looked away, fixating on the valley the sheets made between his legs as he scrunched toward a fetal position. Wesker could hear Leon's pulse race, he could only imagine what this must be like for a Teraphobe like Leon to know he was the one making the problem. Leon flinched when Wesker's hand soothed along his shoulder blades. His burgundy eyes darted in the other man's direction but he leaned away.

"Don't touch me..." He mumbled.

The hand persisted, stalking him until he reared back and shoved the offending arm away.

"Get away from me!" He snarled this time. The flare of anger made sure the unwanted touch didn't return.

"Enough of this self-loathing, I need you to come with me." Wesker chided. "I'm not going anywhere with you." Leon fired back. He was more intent on never leaving this room. Intuition told him Wesker was reaching for him again more than his sense of touch did and he lashed out. In the short span of a minute they had stepped away from the sleeper and traded nearly five blows.

Though Leon meant each hit he could feel every dodge and grapple Wesker pulled wasn't him trying. He was always redirected, slipping out of those gloved hands just barely or twisting to avoid one of those hands ready to latch on to his neck. Leon was beginning to pant from the physical effort when Wesker's arms tightened around him and he couldn't pull himself free. He struggled for a time afterwards, knowing there was an easy counter to the arms locked around his shoulders from behind but he was in too much of a frenzy to notice.

Leon did notice the tongue, it lapped at the junction of his shoulder and neck.

He jerked away as it left a heated trail behind. "DON'T- DON'T YOU FUCKING DO THIS AGAIN!" Leon shouted. He knew how this would go, Wesker would melt him into puddy with small sensual seductions and he would let his guard down. He would not let this man subdue him like every other instance beforehand. The mouth at his throat persisted, kissing softly at Leon's shoulder before turning inward and placing small sucks on the cringing tendons.

Squishing Wesker's face between head and shoulder was the best Leon could manage as his upper torso was left to the other man's mercy. Being propped up against the sofa as they were made it possible to start climbing the back of it and the body behind him until he was bowed awkwardly away. The pleasurable sucks on his skin made his knees weak however and Leon knew he wasn't getting away like this. Heat was seeping into every inch of him and Leon could feel blood rushing to the head of his cock. He was trembling in Wesker's arms, his will just as shaky as his knees.

This never failed to happen, no matter his feelings or thoughts, Leon hungered for this man's touch.

Wesker would always win him over. An excited gasp was sucked in as teeth nipped at him. Leon slumped in Wesker's arms, fighting wouldn't free him, he couldn't escape this. With his back to the other man's front Leon could feel Wesker's excitement as well. His body was hot and a prominent tent was rubbing up against Leon's naked rear. The pinned blond tugged again and again but the arms keeping him close refused to move. That was until the left one uncoiled and grabbed a different piece of Leon. A gloved hand wrapped around his heated staff, squeezing it. The way it made Leon forget he didn't want this worked so well in Wesker's favor that his captive let out a loose whimper. Leon's free arm latched on to Wesker's as it pumped him into full arousal.

"Stop. Wesker." Leon panted between the two words.

His fingers dug into the fine material of Wesker's suit but to no avail. Leon continued to demand they stop several more times even as he was teased into grinding up against the needy man behind him. Wesker spread the skin back at Leon's tip enticing precum to leak freely on to his thumb before he smeared it over the sensitive slit. Leon shook against him, leaning back as Wesker worked him over. His head finally rolled away to the far end of Wesker's shoulder, releasing the persistent man.

Depressions from the shades Wesker wore marked Leon's cheek and shoulder. Lips found the one near his jaw and a chaste kiss was left there before Wesker leaned back and his hand withdrew. The sudden withdrawal was almost enough to make Leon yank his lover's hand back down to his crotch but he remembered himself just as his grip tightened. He gathered his composure as a question was asked, "Willing to come with me yet?"

Leon tensed.

His answer was no but he knew Wesker wouldn't allow that, the only thing he could say was yes. Frustrated by the lack of choice Leon was ready to let his face turn blue from holding in his worked up panting but silence wasn't an answer. Wesker's hand moved in, seeking to mold Leon into the proper mindset except the pinned man jerked his hand back,"Yes! Okay? I'll go with you." Leon barked nervously. The needy pulse in his body begged for more but Leon refused the urges, he could find better, at least that's what he kept telling himself.

"Good. ...And, I must say, your lack of attire has been very helpful." The husky drawl as Wesker's right arm unfurled sent a shiver down Leon's spine.

He knew the other man could feel it, pressed up together as they still were but he ignored that as well as he stepped away. Leon made several steps distance between them before stopping. His blood was buzzing and every fiber of him yearned for more. Clenching his hands into fists, Leon made his way across the room to the only place he knew could help him right now. The dresser he stopped at was modern and lacking personal touches despite the notable signs of use. Leon pulled the middle drawer open to pluck boxers and pants out. They were Nikolai's but the man was only a few inches shorter, Leon was sure the slacks would fit. Slipping into the articles offered a small sense of relief while watching the zipper ease up the bulge at his crotch made Leon tense.

Half dressed as he was, Leon set off for the door, the pants might fit but he would certainly not find a shirt or shoes of his size here. Passing Wesker, who hadn't moved from the back of the sofa, proved to be a mistake as his wrist was snagged and he caught himself on Wesker's clothed chest. Lips ghosted against his cheek. Leon shoved himself into standing proper, an angry scowl on his face,"Don't. I swear I'll lose it if you keep touching..." As if feeling like he was falling into a trap, Leon let his sentence fall off and pulled away.

Wesker followed but let his wrist go, "I prefer it when 'you've lost it.'" The taller man teased.

Leon left for the door, he had to put some distance between them. It wasn't until his hand was on the knob it registered in his mind there was a whole world passed this door. The mental network Leon wasn't yet used to assaulted his senses and he wasn't looking at his hand or a door anymore.

The splash of something large racing back into deeper water attracted his attention. With no sun in the sky and clouds muting the light of the heavens he couldn't make out what it had been. He pulled himself out of the surf before it forced him down to drown. For being in the water he was fully clothed. Why had he walked out here? What was that thing? It seemed like a shark but the shore made it dangerous for such a large animal not to beach itself.

Leon hadn't more time to ponder the man he was observing's situation as he felt the consistent pat of something against his cheek. The man held his cheek in confusion as Leon returned to his normal state of mind to see Wesker looking at him, well, passed his sunglasses. "Where did you go?" The older blond asked. Leon blinked, the world muted again, "Where...? A-A beach. It was night." He tried to put the experience into words. Wesker patted Leon's cheek twice more until the glassy look left his inhuman eyes.

As interested as Leon was to know more, he pulled himself together and tugged away from the arms holding him upright. "How do you know I... went somewhere?" He asked.

What was it like for his body when these experiences spirited him away?

Was he so vacant that others could tell?

Leon glanced up at Wesker, making eye contact. "Educated guesses. The way you go about it is far different than the man I observed with similar traits. We must make an effort to get this skill under control, having you collapse at any moment isn't what I would call useful." The explanation only served to add more questions to the pot. There had been someone like Leon before? Was he still alive- could Leon find him? He wasn't given the chance as Wesker loosened his hold and let Leon stand on his own.

Ignoring the trill of arousal in his own pulse, Leon finished opening the door and lead the way out into the hallway. His steps were hurried in comparison to Wesker's that were so quiet Leon almost imagined the other man hadn't followed after him. He made it all the way to the hall with their lone door and half way down it before Leon realized these borrowed clothes lacked the key card he needed to get in. He stopped short giving the flimsy barrier a sour look while his hands clenched into fists.

Great, he had to ask Wesker for help.

The very idea put a scowl on his handsome face.

"I see you've noticed the small problem ahead of you. I suppose you would like to be... decent for our stroll." Wesker drawled not a step behind him. Leon grit his teeth. "I could bust it down... If I wanted..." He muttered. "I would rather you spend your energy doing more useful activities." Wesker said as an arm wrapped around his lower back, drawing him forward. Leon wrenched away from the guiding arm. Wesker didn't miss the hateful look in his partner's eyes but he decidedly ignored the reaction as he stepped up to his private quarters and opened the steel door for the ungrateful blond. Leon slipped by unimpeded and beelined for the dresser.

It was uncomfortable to have Wesker watching his every move but Leon was very aware the man wasn't going to leave him alone. Wesker had plans even if Leon couldn't guess what they were or if he even wanted a part of them. He got dressed in silence and stood up once he had his other boot on. He allowed a look at Wesker, the man's reflective shades stared at him intently while Leon got the feeling that Wesker was appreciating the simple outfit he now wore. It lasted for a long moment before Wesker put his back to the open door.

It was time to go.

Leon debated making this as difficult as possible but reminded himself that he tired unlike Wesker who always came out on top of their tussles. Still, planting his feet and refusing to go anywhere but far away from this lecherous bastard was very appealing. Leon knew he was running dangerously low on time as Wesker's mouth drew tight, he would be saying he would come in after him in a second. Leon picked up his pace and joined the other man out in the hall again. Wesker let the door fall shut as he set off for the elevator while Leon followed at a much slower pace.

They swapped floors back to where Leon had sworn off Wesker completely, how shallow that promise had been now Leon thought to himself bitterly. They returned to the viewing window of the cell that now held two variants of the same B.O.W. Leon wouldn't look in at the two, he still had a firm impression of his teammates. Wesker looked down on them with interest, not minding Leon's discomfort in the slightest. "Why are we here again?" Leon finally spat as the silence stretched into awkwardness.

Molten orange eyes darted to him, "I want you to go in there with them." Wesker stated simply.

Leon scowled once more. "No."

Wesker looked back into the cell. 'Nikolai' was still, eyes focused solely on Leon. 'Quintu' had its eyes on them as well yet there was a notable hostile nature about it that most would find unsettling.

"Go in there and learn about 'Nikolai' Leon. Now." Wesker commanded this time.

The firm demand left no room for argument anymore. Leon shivered as he turned away to go down the stairs to the cell's decontamination. His free will reared back from the compulsion he clearly felt once he was standing in front of the sliding doors. Leon nearly cursed aloud. How could he just do that? Why hadn't Leon noticed before, was it subtle before unlike now? Whatever the reasons he hated it to his core, his own biology was enslaved to Wesker.

The thought sickened him.

Breathing out a deep angry breath, Leon entered the chamber before it let him out into the cell with 'Nikolai' and 'Quintu'. The spindly of the two was still locked in a staring contest with Wesker while the bulk of 'Nik' was shuffling with vigor toward him. It greeted Leon with an excited nuzzle against his plush cheek before crouching in front of him and balancing on its thick tail. The desire to show Leon something was almost thick enough to cut the air with. Leon braced himself for what it could be, anticipating the mental thrumming only 'Nik' didn't speak this time.

A horrifying crunch and snapping set of sounds came from the beast startling Leon into backing up. He gasped as its chest widened before the breast plates parted and it simply opened its chest cavity for him to look into. Leon didn't register bumping up against the shutters, when had they gone down? It hardly mattered as the open cavity chased him up against the wall. Leon's eyes darted over organs and wet flesh, ribs and weird barbs, he noticed most prominently above the throbbing organ that pulsed and twitched that he could only guess was its heart that there was, god, it was a head. More than that, 'Nik' had shuffled close enough that not only was the humid heat from the B.O.W. radiating onto his face and clothes but he could see every detail of the nightmare inside it.

Leon took in a shuttering breath as he stared wide eyed at the human manifestation of a head all the way down to the collar bones before it melded into the spinal column of the rest of the monster. It- no, he- was moist from being sealed inside with the rest of its organs but the features were exactly the same as its former host if he ignored the dark noticeable veins marking a web of dark lines all the way up to his chin. The head even had hair and as he started to dry out Leon watched it animate.

The fraction of a human twitched, coming to before abruptly coughing and hacking up mucus as he started breathing. Well known eyes opened and looked out, a glazed look in them promised he couldn't see what he was looking upon while it was a blessing with the abject horror on Leon's face. This surprise wasn't meant to cause such a reaction but Leon found this encounter not only traumatic but sickening as well.

He was looking at part of Nikolai.

This fragment was melded within a hulking monster that Leon hated as much as it loved. The groggy green eyes focused on Leon's face before Nik mustered a confused, "Leon?" The brunet cleared his throat at just the one word as he felt something still sticking down inside. 'Oh God- OH GOD IT'S TALKING! No- no! He's not... This isn't right!' Leon thought as his stomach roiled.

He couldn't deal with this.

This was too much.

The head made a slightly off put playful scowl. "Leon? What's with that face?" He asked this time. Talking brought a hard coughing fit on to the point his eyes closed and he spat up a thick ooze that flung off into the intestines section. He got an eye full of the organs below him then when his eyes opened. It was then Nikolai truly looked around him. There were ribbed, curved walls on either side of him, fleshy organs under him and he wasn't even seeing the full extent of his current existence. Horror crept on to Nik's face now as well as he stared down upon the throbbing heart under him. The strain of trying to use limbs he didn't have showed on Nikolai's face as panic started in on him.

"Wh- wh-! I- I can't-!" Leon and the head watched the heart beat faster and faster as adrenaline laced the B.O.W.s system.

The head jerked from left to right suddenly, the neck straining to take it away from this nightmare.

Then the screaming started.

Leon flinched away from the terrified wails Nikolai was making. It would have continued like that if the breast plates hadn't snapped closed and the screaming was muffed and then silenced. Leon kept staring at the closed chest, memorizing every detail of the rugged dark exterior while trying to forget what he had just seen underneath it. His widened burgundy orbs focused back to everything around him as the chest retreated. Though the monstrous head was incapable of producing the expression, Leon could tell it felt ashamed.

He was completely speechless.

This could be a good thing.

It could be if Leon could accept it but he couldn't, it was an awful fate he would never wish on anyone let alone his only friend he had. He wasn't even able to feel properly sorry for Nik, all he could think was that he wished to everything holy that it could be undone, that Nik could move on and it just be this freak of nature he could go on hating. He let out a few hysterical tiny pants. His eyes darted to the leaner B.O.W. wondering if 'Quintu' was fucked up like its sibling.

Finally lowering its red gazes to Leon, 'Quintu' shook it's head purposefully. Leon bit his lower lip. It was just the bulky one of the two then. A thrumming caressed Leon as the green eyed bio-weapon drew his attention. A sense of sadness assaulted Leon's emotions and he mentally shook the beast's feelings off him. "Don't ever do that again." He snapped. 'Nikolai' flinched but was silent on Leon's command. It crept away, wishing to be elsewhere doing better things with the staggering disapproval that came off its sovereign.

"Leon." Wesker's voice drew Leon's mind off the sickening skin crawling feeling he felt.

Leon glanced up as did the other two bio-weapons. "Aside from that adaptation... How complyent to your will are they?" His voice inquired over the speakers in the cell. Leon glanced down at the dark creatures with the realization Wesker was studying them, even him. 'Quintu' continued to regard Wesker's location while 'Nik' stared back at him with its green eyes. 'Can I control them?' Leon wondered. The green eyed monster was certain to do anything he wanted but was the red eyed one enthralled?

Leon pressed into his connection with 'Quintu' that felt weak in comparison to what he felt from 'Nik.' The sharp head snapped to look at him while its claws clenched in and out of fists. Leon felt hot emotions from the lithe bio-weapon as if they were his own, a strange mix of anger, desire and hunger all blending into one feeling. Images came to him, of tight dark tunnels, grasping struggling bodies and of ripping those bodies apart. Leon mentally jerked back, a hot blush running from his face down to his groin. His hands fisted at his sides, what 'Quintu' felt shouldn't have him reacting like that. Braced against the other creature's emotions this time Leon made the exercised effort that 'Quintu' go where he wanted.

Images of vents, Leon now realized, persisted as he focused on enforcing his will over 'Quintu.' Leon ignored the thrilling need to hunt, he wasn't feeling that, what he was looking at was. They stood there staring between the two of them while a pressure in the air had the whole situation feeling breathlessly heavy. Leon snapped them away from the idea of crawling through tight spaces in search of people which had 'Quintu' tensing and uttering an arched hiss. The aggression relented as did the emotions that had excited Leon prior before the bio-weapon relaxed and moved about as it was directed. It started as simply moving from one end of the cell to the other, then it was darting about in a hurried crawl. It moved with such primal grace that Leon could believe it was slithering more than crawling. 'Quintu' came to a stop on the wall next to the viewing window.

Leon found his own attention riveted on the man watching them. Blood lust beat a quick tattoo in the bio-weapon's pulse as it gazed upon cool shades while a hot need to touch instead of rend that muscular body whispered under the stronger violent emotions.

Leon pulled back again, feeling warm and aroused.

'Quintu' was obsessed. Leon was certain of that. Shaking off the desires of the other creature, Leon breathed out, "These two will do what I want. Though... That one," Leon gestured to 'Quintu,' "Is more interested in raping and pillaging." Leon summarized. "Why has it stayed put in this small space then?" Wesker inquired, acutely aware of the sets of eyes watching his every move. Leon felt for that answer in 'Quintu' through the hot emotions. His eyes widened a fraction, "I... I-I haven't asked it to?" The idea spilled out of his lips as a question.

Leon hadn't known this thing existed prior to meeting it when Nikolai died. He hadn't thought of either creature's purpose at all in the time between now and then so why did it matter if he told them they could stay or leave the cell? Knowing 'Quintu' now as he did, Leon could tell it was a hunter, how it stayed complacent in this one spot derailed the very idea of his opinion mattering. Yet the boney creature refused its very nature until Leon deemed it permissible to leave these four walls.

"Is that so? What of the other one?" Wesker asked.

Leon glance at the quadrupedal bio-weapon, "It's..." Leon tapered off. A heavy sense of shame rolled off of 'Nik' in a nearly overwhelming wave. "Not nearly as volatile. If I couldn't tell it wanted away from me then I would say it would be ready to stay in this one spot forever." Wesker was quiet so Leon guessed that was a good enough answer. Not wishing to spend any more time with the other monsters, Leon turned to exit the cell. He came up short against the protective shutters.

"Get me out of here Wesker!" He snarled loud enough for the other man to hear.

"We aren't finished Leon." Wesker responded.

That infinitely patient tone grated on Leon's frayed nerves. "I am." He snapped. He would tear the shutters apart and break into the chamber beyond if he had to. The hulking form of a bio-weapon loomed up on his left while even 'Quintu' walked purposely to join Leon in rending the offending materials before them to scrap. "Now, now. Leon." Wesker's voice purred. "Are you certain you want you leave now? They are eagerly following you." He pointed out.

Leon stilled, the tense line of his back to the other man. He mentally lashed out at his followers feeling both of their minds as if rocks in a stream. 'Nik' broke off and scuttled away like a small animal after being struck while the red eyed monster stopped walking completely. 'Quintu' drew its muscular mandibles together, "Libertà." It hissed. Its claws clenched in and out of fists at its sides. It wanted out. It wanted to rend and rape. Leon focused on 'Quintu' with a firm no, "Libertà!" It snarled, the bony creature hunched down as if to pounce. Leon was sick with others getting away with whatever they wanted.

No, this thing would do what he wanted.

Leon turned on the much taller B.O.W. a scowl plain on his face. "I DON'T CARE!" He shouted at it and it was at that moment when it refused to back down to him that he snapped. They both ended up on the floor, Leon having plowed into the thin creature full force. 'Quintu' didn't defend itself at first, taking sharp concussive blows to its chest and then its much softer face. It yelped and writhed under Leon, trying and failing to hold the frustrated man back as its instincts cringed at the idea of truly fighting Leon. Wesker watched the two of them tussle on the floor while the other B.O.W. scampered back and forth next to the fight in notable distress. What felt like an hour in the heat of his anger turned out to be only a few minutes as Leon tired and his mind recognized the submissive defensive stance 'Quintu' had taken on beneath him.

He panted out harsh breaths before wiping the sweat off his upper lip only to paint a crimson streak along his face instead. Punching the skeletal monster had opened up cuts on his knuckles as his skin gave far more often than the tough and spine riddled exoskeleton. For all the blows he had inflicted both of them were relatively fine as the wounds on Leon healed almost immediately and the red eyed monster's beaten muscles bounced back if but a little sore. Leon pulled himself off 'Quintu' as his anger cooled from running his energy down. He didn't look back as he left this time. The shutters retreated for him and he left the cell with the wary bio-weapons behind as the chamber surrounded him and it was just him in that small box.

Leon let out an exhausted breath.