A/N: Last update on this guy for a little while for the holidays. A happy christmas to everyone! Thank you for reading!

Orphan

Part Two:

-Legacy-

Chapter 16: Breed

2005

He was careful to avoid her.

She tried to see him, but the nurse assigned to him by Wesker wouldn't let her past the door. He was being stubborn. He was healing, hateful, and looking for someone to blame. She was a convenient target.

So, Sherry took the time to observe Wesker in his natural habitat. It was a little bit like animal planet. She watched him move and observe things. She felt, always, it was like being in the presence of a dragon or a cobra or a combination of both. He was, for lack of a better word, always aware of everything.

When he found her pseudo stalking him, he simply waited for her to join him on the walkway over the parapets of the enormous factory where Alex Wesker had made a home. What had once been produced here was a mystery. Now, it was a slaughterhouse, working to provide meat to the masses of people that lived in the village down the long rise from the factory.

They watched the people move and mill about their lives. The flicker of lights from the pier cast shadows and circles over his handsome face. The longer she spent around him, the more Sherry saw his son in his face. Whatever evil lurked behind that mask, the face was painfully beautiful. Symetrical, his features spoke of years of breeding for beauty. He was Nordic in his bones, showing signs of a heritage of blonde and blue eyed ancestors that had probably been vikings or something similar.

It was interesting to know she probably looked like his daughter to the villagers. She was blonde, she was delicate, she was blue eyed and had that rose tone under her pale skin that said both of her parents were the same. Leon was gold.

She paused at the thought and felt herself smile, but it was true. His skin tone was California tan. He was gold - from his hair to his skin. The dusky dishwater blonde of his hair had darkened since he'd cut it, offering a brunette she hadn't been expecting. Together, she and Wesker watched him move through the courtyard below the parapets with his nurse.

He still limped, but he was improving daily. He was healing at a rate that spoke of virus replication. The Progenitor virus in his blood had saved his life. They both knew it. They all knew he was alive because of Albert Wesker.

They all knew he hated them both for letting it happen.

Quietly, Wesker surprised her and spoke first, "When he was young...his mother used to invite me to watch him play." Wesker shifted, leaning his elbows on the railing. Sherry stood, transfixed, watching Leon pick up a ball from the bench in front of him. He tossed it lazily to the nurse while Wesker went on talking, "Even then...he was incredible at spatial relation. He didn't build towers...he built empires. He built walkways from blocks for his men to travel. He built staging areas for battle. Four years old and he was already made for war."

Sherry returned, softly, "...you were still around then?"

Wesker glanced at her, startling her with those red eyes of his, "Hmm...not entirely. Vera knew how to contact me...she would...let me come to places where she'd play with them and observe them from a distance. She...hesitated at any real interaction between us...the risk of what I was...who I was...it limited my ability to be a father to them."

Sherry blinked. What was he saying? What did that mean?

Had he wanted to be a father?

Had Leon's mother made a choice to keep them apart?

Had she been trying to protect her son from the life of his father?

To clarify, she asked, "...what about Kate? Was she ever-"

"..no" He stopped her with a shake of his head, "Kate was as mortal as you were once. She was softer...sweeter..." He was quiet for so long she thought he was done talking until he added, "...simpler."

Sherry glanced at his face and he shrugged a shoulder, "She was safe for it...and then she wasn't."

He glanced back at his son as Leon picked up the light sword made of Nerf foam. He swung it, effortlessly, and executed a series of lunges and parries that was impressive. Aloud, Wesker mused, "He's been trained well."

Sherry nodded, "...they wanted to make him..." She trailed off.

Wesker laughed and it was dry enough to make Sherry wince as he finished for her, "...a weapon. Yes. They would. I was created for the same reason...sadly...weapons have a tendency to turn on their maker."

He turned and started down the walkway, adding, "See that he doesn't over do, would you? I have plans for you both."

Sherry sighed and called back, "...has he seen you?"

Wesker laughed dryly, "Of course not...but I'm not nearly as beautiful as you are. He'll tire of the ugliness here and miss you. Employ the power of a woman, Sherry, and find out how to control a man."

Sherry blinked. She got the impression he was suggesting she seduce Leon to get back into his good graces. Almost amused, Sherry moved down to the courtyard. The nurse caught her crossing it and hired to intercept.

Annoyed, Sherry warned her, "..if you even put your hand on me, I'm going to shove it up your ass."

The petite female nurse looked terrified until Sherry soothed, "...I just wanna talk to him. Let me pass."

And so the little redhead let her do that because she knew, working at that factory on that island, that nobody living in that warehouse was entirely human. She had no doubt the girl could break her wrists. It wasn't worth losing an arm to stop her just because her charge didn't want to see his girlfriend.

Leon rose with the sword clutched in his hand. He braced and Sherry called, "I surrender."

Annoyed, he lowered the fake blade and gave her a filthy look, "...now's not the time, kid. Beat it."

She rolled her eyes and crossed toward him. His body hummed when she approached. Curious about the reaction, he felt it intensify the closer she got as she remarked, "You're moving like a man on his way to being perfect again. You're alive. You're safe. I did the right thing. I wish you weren't too fucking stubborn to admit it."

When she was a foot from him, head tilted in curiousity at his silence, he tested the wavering power between them. His hand snapped out and caught her face. She made a small sound of surprise but let him. He was so fast. It was alarming.

Progenitor had given a man with immense training, the speed of a cheetah or something. He was snake quick and nearly as smooth. He dragged her forward. Sherry made a sound of surrender and opened her mouth. The wet kiss went on and on until she was breathless and boneless and thoughtless.

When her mouth broke to gain air, he mused, voice gruff, "...fuck."

Dizzy, she breathed, "...you want to?"

He almost laughed, but it wasn't funny. Something in him, it didn't just want her, it wanted to breed her. His mouth was dry. His heart was slamming hard in his chest. She was pink cheeked and smiling, but the humor...it wasn't anywhere in the courtyard.

Quietly, he returned, "...yeah...right now."

He dragged her into the cold line of the trees at the edge of the courtyard. She nearly tripped and fell and his arm looped around her waist to drag her up and carry her like she was nothing. He put her against a tree. Her hands grappled for his face.

Fabric ripped. Breath fogged out white and chilly in the cold air. She wanted to warn him about his wounds, but he was relentless. His hands pawed madly at her pants. He ripped them with a soft sound of surrender from the fabric.

His hands hiked her up around her ass and her legs looped, looped, as he just...took her.

In all her life, she'd had this filthy dream about a thousand times. She'd woken to it at sixteen, playing with herself while she pictured him pounding her flat into her mattress with a kind of desperation she couldn't begin to describe. She was awake now, awake and willing. Her body swallowed his down like a mouth. He wasn't easy. He was hard and desperate.

He pinned her back to the tree and tried to split her in half. Her mouth opened on a cry of completion, her body just went slick and hot around his invasion, and he hammered her so hard the tree rained dry and dying leaves around them into the small layer of snow beneath his feet. He caught her face to kiss her, claiming her mouth while he cursed her name, cramming the throbbing evidence of his greed for her so deep inside she thought he might be fucking her in the heart.

When her coat got in the way, he ripped it open and the shirt beneath it. It flapped wildly over her sweaty torso, allowing him to feast on her breasts. The fabric flopped uselessly as she used her thighs to ride him, used her hips to hump him, used her hands to help him hammer her body until she was soaked with surrender. Sherry grabbed his face to kiss him and he put a hand down her belly, stroking, seeking and showing her what she'd been missing all this time.

The second his fingers found the slippery nub of her clit, Sherry creamed and came wetly, back and body humping madly forward. She squealed, squeezing his dick inside of her while she erupted, crying a little with release, grabbing wildly at his face to hold on while she rode to the finish. His left hand caught her throat, he turned her face back and squeezed, gripped a handful of her hair in his other one to hold her for his tongue and finished her off.

She urged, "...please.."

That was all he wanted. He slammed her back against the tree so hard it echoed through the cold night and pumped her full of his hunger. When she whimpered, whining slightly, he dropped her to the ground and turned her around toward the tree. He rode her through his finish with her hands slapped against the tree to brace herself. His hands jerked, jerked, jerked on those hips to force his cock so far into her begging body he was surprised she didn't break. She could take him.

She could take it.

She was made to take it.

He mated himself to her and knew she could take every inch of him again, again, again until she was rich and ripe with child.

The moment he thought it, his body froze.

Mated?

The impulse to mate her made his brow knit. He trembled, hands stroking her spine like a supple sided race horse who'd been ridden well to the win. When he tugged, the clothing she wore was pulled free and he stroked her naked flesh in the moonlight.

He'd just porn star fucked this girl in the wide open woods, yards away from the most hated man in bioterror who waited within those walls for whatever nefarious plans he was promising to implement using them as prisoners of war. He'd just fucked her like he couldn't help it, like he had to have it, like he'd die if he didn't. It was stupid, simple, feral and primordial.

It wasn't like him at all.

It was animal in nature, the urge to copulate and impregnate. It wasn't anything more than an impulse that he'd been controlling all his life. He wasn't a guy who fucked girls when danger lurked steps away.

That was how you ended up six feet under with a bullet in your balls.

Sherry whimpered sweetly and his hands gathered her up to turn her against him from behind. He kissed her, hands stroking her naked flesh. He cupped her breasts and stroked her belly, he fingered her slick heat where he was still nestled inside of her. What the hell was wrong with him?!

Mate.

What had it said in those reports he'd read about Progenitor?

It's soul purpose was to propagate the species through superior breeding. Breeding. He was breeding her. She was superior because she was a G-Specimen. He was breeding her because his blood knew she would create something in her womb that was stronger, bigger, better, faster.

Leon set her away from him while she trembled. He shook his head and his voice was hoarse, "...you feel that?"

Sherry's hands tried to touch him and he warned, "...don't...look at me."

She looked up from his groin to his face and he urged, "...yeah. You feel it...fuck...we can't do this again."

Surprised, hurt, he watched emotions flicker on her face as she queried, "...w-what?"

Shaking his head, he dropped and grabbed her coat. His hands stuck her arms in it and he zippered her up. She gave him such a sad look that he tried to explain, "...your father chased you around that fucking RPD trying to breed you, remember?"

Sherry blinked at him. She shook her head, "...what does that...wait- what? I don't-"

Leon grabbed her arms to set her away further, "...I want to breed you."

She blinked again. Her mouth was rosy and wet from him. He wanted to lean in and taste her. Annoyed, a little worried about it, he backed off from her like she'd burned him. Hands lifted, he warned, "...I don't want to...but I want to."

Her brow furrowed and he tried again to explain, "...whatever is in me, wants to mate with whatevers in you."

Sherry looked soft and sweet, needy, as she answered, "...I want you too."

Frustrated, he backed up and tugged his fucking pants from his ankles to cover himself, "...no...I just-remember? I said I didn't want to cum in you...because you might get pregnant."

Sherry nodded, "...and then you did."

Right.

Hah.

Shit.

She was right. And then he did.

Damnit.

Annoyed again, he laughed dryly, "...Sherry...this isn't the same thing anymore. Everything is different now. What if this is what he wants? What if he wants us to make a fucking baby for him?"

Her eyes widened and Leon urged, "Yeah. See? We can't. We can't do this again. We can't."

Why in the hell did he sound so unsure about that? He wouldn't touch her. He could do that. He could stay away. Hell, being angry at her had kept her safe this long. Maybe he could push her away to do it again.

So, he said, "Stay the fuck away from me. You hear me?"

Mean. That was the way to keep her safe. He had to get mean with her. She flinched and he added, "I don't want you anymore."

He turned and left her. His body wasn't aching anymore. He wasn't hurting. Fucking her had somehow activated some kind of regeneration in him. He was good to go. He felt like a million bucks. His balls were empty, his heart was pounding, and he was ready to fight the world.

His heart wasn't sure that the pounding wasn't regret. He didn't just want her. He hadn't just wanted that from her ever. She wasn't that kind of thing to him. She wasn't something he could use and toss aside.

He wanted to keep her, claim her, covet her. He wanted to put a baby in her fucking belly, but not like this. Not here, not now, not living like sinners in a the seventh circle of hell. He was trapped like a prisoner by TWO Weskers.

What the hell was happening to him!?

Sherry stood frozen in the woods. Her bare legs were cold. The evidence of his victory over her was sticky between her thighs where it dribbled. She whimpered with sadness. This was what it meant to love him.

He just...he was...he wasn't...what was he doing? What was this? What did any of that mean? He didn't want to breed her? Could he? Would he? Should he? What if breeding her protected him? What if carrying his baby saved him from being executed?

What if proving he was fertile meant Wesker might spare him?

Curious about the thought, she wondered what Wesker really wanted from them. Was he right? Was it this? Did he want their child? Did he want to take that child and use it's DNA to make something even stronger?

Maybe he just wanted to be a Granddaddy.

She froze.

Her mouth twitched. Her eyes trembled. She covered the laugh that eeked out behind her palm. Stupid to laugh. It was so stupid. Wesker - a granddaddy. The idea was ludicrous. The whole thing was insane.

She'd just fucked Leon Kennedy in the woods outside of a slaughterhouse. She'd stared into his boiling red eyes while he filled her out like an application. She'd let him dump his load in her and run away like she'd told him she had AIDS afterward.

How much more insane could it get?

She called after him, voice echoing, "You can run, but you can't hide! I love you!"

She heard him shout back, voice laced with frustration, "...women!"

Her mouth twitched. They were safe here. She wasn't sure how she knew that, but she felt it. Maybe Wesker had plans to see them pay the price of a thousand unfortunate souls before them. Maybe the end game of his was ugly and dark and never ending.

But here, now, she was safe and Leon was safe.

They needed to know what he could. They needed to know what he was now. They needed to stay apart to keep from fucking like feral animals in the woods. She wanted to chase after him and grab his cock and ride him like a rodeo bull.

Jesus.

How did they do this thing?

They needed help.

She needed to ask Wesker how to control what was happening.

She needed to ask Albert Wesker how to stop trying to mate with Leon Kennedy.

It was asinine.

Her hands tried to stop it, they did, but there was no stopping it. The laughter echoed through the cold while the cum on her thighs mocked her. She'd just been screwed. And now?

Now they both were.

Alex lay on her back on the warm white mattress. She watched Albert shift through papers at the table in the low light of the desk where he sat, "You sure this is how you want to play this game, darling?"

He didn't even glance at her as he answered, "...he's my son."

She laughed and rolled to her belly, scooping hands through her piles of blonde hair, "...yes he is. He's beautiful, Albert, smooth and gorgeous and skilled. I hate you for it."

But she laughed. Albert sighed and leaned back in his chair, "I think I can convince him to do what needs done."

Alex tilted her gorgeous mane of gold, "Hmm...he is ripe for it. He's got...that craving for family that Vera was so terribly covered in. I know now, why you were so drawn to her. She was beautiful and simple and so very needy for you. She reminds me of that Birkin girl."

Albert nodded, "...she was the right choice, I won't argue with that. Now what to do about the Redfield girl. If he learns of it-"

Alex waved that away, "It won't matter. I'll make sure he has other things to occupy his mind. Embrace him like a father, he'll forget anything beyond these walls. Between your loving arms and that girl's desperate thighs, he won't have time to do anything but simply...evolve. Kennedy...a strong name...but he'll make a better Wesker."

Albert tapped his fingers on the table. She was right. With the right prodding, Kennedy would be the perfect Wesker. He just needed to convince him that they were cut from the same cloth. They were both, after all, tragic heroes in a sadly misunderstood story. They were both the good guys of their own tales.

Like Father...Like Son.

And soon enough?

Like gods.