*Lorraine POV*

I returned to Wesker's main lab with little to no fanfare, feeling a bit nauseous after the flight. My equilibrium was still a little off, given the T-virus was still altering me, slowly but surely. I shook off the urge to just sit down and rest and made my way to Wesker's office to deliver the sample I'd obtained from Amara.

Wesker had been in a meeting, but he cut it short the moment I knocked on the door. I made out the order to reconvene at five, and he moved past me and deeper into the building to his personal lab. Once we reached the lab, I passed him the bag with the sample in it. He took it, tugging off his shades and tucking them into his pocket before spreading the sample over a slide before placing the sample under a high-powered microscope.

Knowing his usual patterns, I quickly grabbed a clipboard and prepared to take notes. After a few moments of silence, he let out a pleased hum and began to talk aloud, still staring at the sample under the 'scope.

"Sample from subject AR-One shows clear signs of the Eve strain amongst the red and white blood cells," he began in a clear voice, not looking away. "No traces of the anomaly marker that were found in the samples recovered from Eve's victims or the creatures that Eve has controlled. Similar cellular structure to subject AW-One, but far more active."

I jotted down what he was saying and frowned thoughtfully. So much of this was strange and... Wesker continued, and I pushed the thought away for later.

"Given the minimal reaction with the primary controls in Tango Team and the slowed reaction to the secondary subjects in the same team," he was saying, "a conclusion could be reached that the lack of marker means that subjects AG-One and AB-One may not be controllable the Eve-host, MP-One. A sample from AB-One would help to confirm the conclusion..."

"Should I order our contact in the BSAA task force to go to the hotel where Officer Brea is staying to obtain a sample?" I asked, looking up from the clipboard in my hand.

"Not necessary," Wesker said, pulling back from the scope and putting a portion of the sample into another device. "I already gave the order. A possible AB-One sample is already in route and should arrive within the next thirty minutes."

"'Possible AB-One?'" I repeated with a frown. "I take it they weren't able to confirm if the sample is AG-One or AB-One before sending it off?"

"Sadly not," Wesker responded with a small huff of annoyance. "Both subjects were injured, and the hotel is being turned into a forward operating base for the BSAA... The agent could not do more than a cursory search for a sample without being obvious, and they were using a singular container to hold the remnants of the efforts to tend both women's wounds."

No wonder he sounded frustrated. Not knowing what we were going to get didn't help. At least it was a fifty-fifty chance of ending up with the right sample.

"Regardless, what we have is promising," he said, slipping his shades back on. "I ran a few additional tests while you were gone. The Eve-strain is untenable if it carries the control marker. Too dangerous by half. We will need to neutralize the threat. A pity, really. The control the subject shows is intriguing, especially the way it can be used to control and alter the animals of the city."

"Wesker…" I started with a wince, only to have him cut me off with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Your concerns were already noted, Ms. Kvale," he said firmly, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. "The reaction we witnessed with regards to testing the Eve-T mixture means that we will not be continuing the same line of experimentation. There is potential, however, in AG-One and AB-One once the threat of subject MP-One is ended, but we would need to cultivate a relationship with one of the two women to even begin to research the possibilities."

"You mean to try to create a mixed strain using their samples?" I asked with a thoughtful frown.

"If possible, yes. The abilities both women are showing would be just as beneficial to the Project," he said with a nod, moving to ready up at least three other devices to get additional readings on the sample I'd brought him. "What interests me most is that none of the Eve-strain subjects have a connection between them. They are not related in any way. Which means that there are likely to be other potential Eve-strain carriers amongst the populace that we can locate."

"Anyone we find could also be carriers of the 'control' marker that you found present in the victims and enemies, however," I pointed out, worriedly tapping my pen against the clipboard. "A marker that may well be present in MP-One and how 'Eve' took over the poor woman."

"True," he agreed with a nod, lips curling up in a brief smirk. "We will need to test to see if the control marker can be neutralized or removed outright. We do not need another 'Eve' host becoming active."

"Also, I... I noticed something," I began warily. "When reviewing the footage we had from the Park Incident."

"Continue," he said, leaning against the side of the counter.

"Eve said at the Park that she has been 'under the control of a host since the dawn of time,'" I said, tucking the clipboard against my chest. "Which means this may not be an isolated incident. And, as interesting as it is to think that something like this could have been hidden amongst Human genetics for so long, it also seems that her abilities work like something akin to a Queen Bee and her Workers. Perhaps a mental or sub-vocal kind of control? The crowd at the edge of the park incident were trying to get closer to her after all."

"Queen bees…" Wesker titled his head and pushed away from the counter, turning and tapping his chin as he stared at the machines in front of him. "That would explain a few things that I noticed as well."

"Beyond that, the rampant destruction is strange," I continued with a frown. "Why not simply turn the Human's she is controlling against each other or others? Range, perhaps?"

"Subject MP-One does appear to have a limited range," Wesker agreed with a nod of his head. "Once Agent Thomas got the civilians a certain distance from the subject, they appeared to come back to their senses and fled the area. Still, you are right. The subject could have simply commanded the Humans to remain with her to protect her. But she killed them instead."

"Maybe it's because there are too many Humans around right now?" I asked after a long moment of contemplative silence. "If 'Eve' really has existed for so long, then she would have originally existed during times when the Human population was low and thus more easily controlled. It might also explain the issue of range."

"Perhaps," Wesker said, letting out a soft hum. "If the subject had once been set up as a god-like being, then she may well be trying to restore herself to a place of power…"

"I just had a random thought. Even here," I began, subtly hinting at the differences between my world and his in case anyone was nearby. Most people knew better than approaching Wesker's personal lab, but best to be safe. "We have no gods damned idea what happened to the Mayans. It was like they just disappeared. No remains past a certain time frame. Nothing. What if they were… melted down?"

"Hm. Many of the older cultures worshipped deities that demanded tribute in blood and lives to 'strengthen' themselves," Wesker said, frowning and tilting his head. "You think that she is gaining power with the deaths of those around her?"

"It's possible, isn't it?" I said questioningly. "You kill, you eat, you get stronger."

"She isn't consuming the material left behind," Wesker pointed out.

"And what if the material left behind is a waste product?" I shot back, stifling the urge to grin.

"That… is a good question," Wesker looked at the ceiling with a thoughtful expression. "A very good question. Order another analysis of the remains brought back. Test for missing components that make up the Human body."

"Got it," I made a note on the clipboard and grabbed my phone, sending off the necessary request. I glanced at the various devices in the room. "And now we wait…"

"Indeed," he said with a faint huff. He started for the door. "My office."

I blinked, raising a brow at his back. Tucking my pen away, I followed after him. It took little time to reach the office, and he ushered me inside, locking the door behind him. Tension sparked through me, and I paused in the middle of the room, tilting my head. I reflexively held the clipboard to my chest as he prowled away from the door and toward me. He reached out and brushed a leather-covered thumb over my lower lip, smirking down at me.

"You, my dear, spoke quite passionately on my behalf today," he purred in a low, dangerous voice. "Clever little thing, twisting what truths you could amongst the lies I'd already put in place. You made it seem like I am a poor, misguided soul desperately climbing the path to redemption."

"Well, it could be argued that you are walking a 'redemption path' with the guise you've built," I replied with a small shrug of my shoulders. "As far as the UN and the BSAA are concerned, I told the truth. And you have a handler..."

"A 'handler,' hah," Wesker leaned back and chuckled darkly, thumb still stroking back and forth over my lower lip. "The girl wasn't wrong. They all dance to my tune. Tell me, Lorraine…"

Wesker slowly pressed forward, forcing me back until my legs hit the edge of his desk. A faint yip escaped me as I lost balance, and his hand snaked around my back, catching me before I could fall over completely. My clipboard clattered to the ground. Thank the gods tablets aren't more of a thing yet. I'd have been upset. He loomed over me, lips just barely touching my own. I stared up at him with wide eyes.

"'But even if I wanted to, I can't,'" he purred, repeating my words from earlier as he pulled off his shades. Fuck. I knew he'd heard me. His eyes pinned me in place. "Do you want to run? Do you want to beg Christopher and Leon for their help? Ask them to protect you? To keep you safe from me? Out of everyone you could choose, they do have the best chances of keeping you alive, after all."

"I…" I shivered beneath that dragon-like gaze and then squared my shoulders. I held up the hand with his ring, my other braced against the desk. "As if you'd let me. I have no doubt that this is bugged all to hell and likely has an injection point for a poison or something meant to knock me out if I tried."

"So wary. So suspicious," Wesker said with a dark laugh. His hand closed around my raised one, fingers linking through my own as he pushed me back until my shoulders knocked papers and other items off the large oak desk beneath me. My breath hitched in my throat. "That's one of the things I enjoy about you. You're willing to acknowledge the harsher truths of the world around you…"

Fuck. Why is this such a turn-on? I thought desperately.

I almost whined as his body pressed forward, his legs forcibly winging my own wide so he could settle his groin against mine. He was hard. So very hard. I felt the blush heat my cheeks and was very glad that I had a habit of wearing a work suit with fucking slacks and not a damned skirt. Gods know, a skirt would have ridden up past my ass at this point. Wesker's lips brushed against my own in a brief kiss before he moved to nip down my neck. I shivered. His mouth pressed lightly against my thudding pulse before moving to my ear.

"What if I offered to let you go. Right here, right now?" he growled in a low voice that promised so, so much. "A chance to live a life elsewhere as you please with the tools you need to survive on your own. Would you take that offer?"

"I…" I swallowed roughly, glancing away from those damned yet beautiful eyes.

Even if he was just being a jerk, I thought about it seriously... and winced. A surge of… something filled me. Something had me feeling sick at the thought of leaving him… of leaving… of leaving my mate? What?

My breathing hitched, and I clenched my eyes shut at the near pain that filled me. Fuck. Yeah, he was a good lay, but… why was I reacting like this? Was it because of the virus…? Why...?

Wesker crooned above me, and the hand not tangled with my own teased an almost soothing pattern up and down my side. His mouth brushed against my cheek and then over my lips.

"You feel it too, don't you?" he murmured against my mouth. "It's painful to think of leaving my side, isn't it?"

"Yes," I responded after a tense moment, my voice barely above that of a whisper.

"Hm," he nipped my lower lip, letting out a low growl as he ground his groin against mine hard enough to make me whine openly in a mix of pain and pleasure both as cloth rubbed against suddenly too sensitive areas. Wesker's voice was equal parts thoughtful and lustful. "It is physically painful to think of you leaving my side permanently. A curious side-effect of the virus. A defensive alteration meant to guarantee procreation and further generations? It will be prudent to note the full effects down for examination later. Perhaps a few tests to see how intense the pain can become..."

He was talking too much. Thinking too much. Here he was, leaving me a mindless little puddle of need, and he was still plotting. Still analyzing things.

"Always… thinking of your... experiments," I panted with a groan, reaching up to fist my fingers in his hair and tug. I wrapped my legs around his waist. Heat and want had pooled low in my belly. I wasn't sure if it was because of the position we were in and good old-fashioned lust or if it was the virus muddling my thoughts, but I needed him. "And here I thought you were going to fuck me senseless on this lovely oak desk of yours..."

Wesker froze above me, pupils blown wide by my words. His expression remained the same, but I knew I'd managed to shock him, at least a little bit. His eyes were his tell. It was why he'd always hid them, even before the changes to his body. That and his photophobia. That 'tell' had only gotten worse after the T-virus altered him. The way the cat-like pupils expanded and contracted gave away his emotions in a way his expressions never could.

He blinked slowly and then let out a low laugh that had me squirming eagerly beneath him. I squeezed down with my legs as if to pull him closer still. One hand closed lightly around my neck, and the other shook free from my grip. His hand glided down the front of my body, firm and teasing through my shirt. He paused with his hand cupping my clothed mound.

As I let out a small moan, his mouth closed over mine in a heated kiss. The base of his palm rubbed in slow, firm circles over my crotch that sent little zings of pleasure up my spine. I shifted my legs, loosening them enough to open myself up for more of that sweet touch. A thready whine escaped me, and I tried to deepen the kiss... but he pulled back with a smirk. Clever fingers teased up and down my covered slit, making me squirm and arch into his touch. The grip on my throat tightened briefly, forcing a small, choked noise from me.

"Wesker…" I breathed out after his hold loosened again. "Why are you… going slow? The time..."

"Oh, but I intend to take my time with you today," he said with a sultry laugh. His voice lowered into a deep growl that reverberated through my body and made me shiver. "As much fun as it was to claim you so thoroughly on the beach… well. Today I want to... indulge."

"What about your five o'clock meeting?" I shot back with a strained groan, bringing up the meeting he rescheduled earlier.

His hand shifted, fingers dancing up to undo the buttons and then the zipper of my pants. At least he wasn't tearing them off like the last pair...

"What about it?" he growled, grinning down at me as he abruptly grabbed my knees and forced my legs open wide. I let out a startled hiss and braced my feet on the edge of the desk. "My desk has more than enough room beneath it for you to… remain hidden. And I have often played soft music during meetings. Oceans and Mozart. Beethoven..."

Wesker leaned in, lips once more brushing against mine. He pulled back, his eyes narrowed in a silent warning as he let go of my legs. I shivered eagerly and held the position Wesker had placed me in. Chuckling, he trailed one hand up along my thigh and then up over my stomach underneath the soft silk of my shirt. My breath hitched in my throat as his hand slid down the front of my pants.

Those clever, clever fingers plunged into me barely a moment later. Leather-clad fingers began to stroke at my insides, and Wesker leaned forward to press his mouth back to my own in a devilish kiss. I whined against his mouth, hands moving to grip at his shoulders for something to hold onto as his fingers moved inside me. I pulled back with a glance toward the clock and went to say... something... anything, really.

"Shh," he purred against my mouth. "You're going keep that pretty mouth of yours occupied for me, aren't you?"

"Wha-?! Wesker!" I felt the blush bloom over my cheeks like a flashfire. What he was suggesting was… I shivered. "That's a bit much, don't you think?!"

"Oh, shy are you?" he asked with a dark bark of laughter. "Not too shy to be fucked raw on a beach where anyone could have stumbled upon us, yet you're suddenly too shy to fuck me in my own office? I don't think so… my Lorraine."

Those fingers moved a little faster inside my wet hole, finding and teasing over my g-spot at a rapid pace that had me panting for breath and on edge within seconds. It was an effort to fight back the strained, needy noise that threatened to escape me. Gods, how had he learned my body so well after just a single night? I rocked into his hand, biting my lower lip.

He smirked down at me, stopping just moments before I could hit that peak. A strangled whine spilled past my lips, and I tried to reach down to hold his hand in place, but his strength more than outmatched my own, and those slicked fingers slipped from my wet cunt. He chuckled darkly, moving to tease my clit with slow, careful circles designed to drag out the pleasure rather than chase after it.

I wanted... I needed... A frustrated growl escaped my throat, and Wesker let out another low chuckle. His other hand glided up along the front of my body, along my neck, and around to tangle in the hair at the base of my neck. My head was wrenched backward a moment later. I yelped at the sudden, painfully good grip.

"You clenched at my suggestion, my Lorraine," he growled, leather-clad fingers moving just a little bit faster over my clit. My eyelids fluttered shut. "The possibility of getting caught excites you, doesn't it?"

"W-wesker! I'm not-nngh!" I broke off with a whine as the grip in my hair tightened. He leaned in, teeth sinking briefly into my shoulder and forcing a yelp from my lips.

"Do not lie to me," he snarled as he pulled back, teeth nipping punishingly at my ear and forcing an agonized yip past my lips. His fingers lightly pinched my clit, making me cry out yet again. "You like the idea of being fucked on this desk. Of being made to hide beneath it and sucking me off while I talk with our 'esteemed guests' and risk being heard by them."

I squirmed beneath him, clawing at his arms. At his hands. He pressed forward, pressed down, pinning me in place as I tried to squirm free. His fingers went back to teasing my clit, soothing away the near-but-not-quite agony of having had my clit fucking pinched so. Yet, despite that, he was quick to push me back toward that edge, holding me there but not letting me fall over the edge.

"You want me to fill your pretty little mouth with my seed while I look at all those dull, boring reports and status updates, don't you?" he whispered into my ear, his voice a wicked, wicked thing. "All while I pretend that you aren't between my legs being a lewd little bitch, yes?"

"Fuck!" I writhed beneath him, trapped between the hard plains of his body and the oak desk at my back. Here he was, suggesting that I was the lewd one when he was saying things like that?! "Please…! Need to... ngh!"

Once more, his fingers stilled before I could fall over the edge. A frustrated groan spilled from my lips, and he tugged at my hair. I almost snarled at him, but he let out a shushing sound and glanced intently back at the door over his shoulder. My heart leaped into my throat. We waited in silence. I expected to hear a knock. Expected him to let me up so I could try to desperately fix my clothes before whoever he'd heard could come in.

No knock came, and he didn't let up either.

Wesker let out a huff after another long moment of silence. He turned back to me, releasing my hair and brushing his thumb over my lips. We both glanced toward the clock. His meeting would start back up in fifteen minutes. Enough time for no more than a quickie… unless he made good on his threat to stuff me under the desk.

Heat bloomed over my cheeks again at the thought. Was I really willing to do that? Sure, it was risque and enticing and... I swallowed roughly as I looked back and met his knowing, heated gaze. He smirked that wonderful dark, vicious smirk of his and hooked his fingers in my waistband. I tried to grab at his wrists, but he moved too quickly, yanking my pants and underwear down and off of me before I could stop him. He tossed my clothes over me and onto his chair.

"W-Wesker!" I hissed, nervously glancing back at the clock, then to the door, and lastly back to him, eyes wide.

"Hush," he purred in a dark tone that made me shiver.

And then he surprised me by kneeling down and hefting one of my legs over his shoulder. I jolted, raising up onto my elbows to watch him. His mouth, warm and so fucking hot, closed over my clit, and I bit down hard on my lower lip to contain a reflexive moan. That devilish tongue of his flicked over and around the sensitive nub in quick, sweeping motions. Oh. Oh, gods. He was good.

I reached out with a shaky hand run my fingers through those silky blonde strands of hair. When Wesker made no move to dislodge my hand, I tangled my fingers in his hair and held tight as he began to fuck me with his tongue. Slow passes, twirling little flicks, deep plunges inside… I fell back against the desk, covering my mouth with my hand and biting into my palm to muffle the needy little mewls of pleasure spilling past my lips.

A dark purr escaped him, vibrating over my heated skin and forcing a tremor to rock through me. Gods, after the earlier teasing, I was close. I tugged at his hair, trying to urge him to move faster… but instead, the bastard slowed down and fucking stopped. I snarled, jerking back up and glaring down at him. Dragon-eyed orbs met my own as he mischievously bit my inner thigh and smirked up at me.

"Why do you keep stopping?!" I hissed down at him, struggling not to yell outright yell.

"Because I want to," he responded with a low laugh.

Wesker pulled my hand from his hair, smoothing it back as he stood. I glanced at the clock as he unzipped the front of his pants. Seven minutes. His meeting was going to-he wrenched my attention back to him by grabbing me by the hip and slamming inside in one firm thrust. His other hand closed over my mouth at the same time, muffling my startled cry. Whining low in my throat, I wrapped my legs around his waist, arching into him as he began to move.

His thrusts were quick, shallow, and perfectly angled to drive his length over the most sensitive parts of my inner walls. My hands slammed over his own at my mouth, helping him muffle the wanton cries spilling from me as he drove me closer and closer to release with each thrust. He leaned over me, lips brushing my ear.

"That's it. Let go," he growled in a lust-thickened tone that sounded like honey and fire. Chocolate and poison. "Cum around me, my Lorraine. Right here, where our dear co-workers might overhear us. Right on my desk, where you wanted to be fucked. And when you're done, you're going to climb under that desk and suck me off like a good girl, aren't you?"

"Mmm! Mmmph!" I whined into that leather-covered hand, eyelids fluttering as he whispered those filthy, filthy words into my ear.

Gods. I couldn't deny that it was a major turn-on being taken like this. It only took a few more harsh, gliding thrusts for me to fall over the edge and straight into the bliss of orgasm. I bit into that leather-clad palm, legs squeezing tight around his waist. A strangled, muffled scream of pleasure escaped me. Wesker growled, body shaking as he leaned over my own quaking form. He glanced to the side briefly and abruptly wrenched back and out of me with a hiss, forcing my legs away from his hips.

The action drew a shuddering whine from me, but he yanked me up onto unsteady feet. Gloved hands glided smoothly down my sides for a moment before he pushed me toward the opposite side of the desk.

"Hide. Now," Wesker ordered in a strained voice as he gathered up the papers and supplies that I had knocked over. "Two minutes."

I glanced toward the door to his office... and then off to the side to the connecting door that led to my own office. It wouldn't take more than a second to grab my pants and dart into the safety of my office to redress and straighten up. Wesker caught my arm and tugged me in close, lips crashing against my own in a searing kiss. He pulled back enough so he could lean in and whisper in my ear.

"Under the table, my Lorraine," he purred, fingers sliding down and darting back inside, forcing a moan from me. He wriggled them about, and I tried to grab his wrist, tried to hold his fingers hand in place, but he overpowered me. He drew them out, teasingly flicking them over my clit before giving me a shove toward the other side of the desk. "Quickly."

"Bossy bastard," I muttered, quickly darting around the desk on shaky legs to grab my clothes from his chair.

The brief urge to dart for the safety of my office hit me again as I grabbed my clothes, but I bit my lip and sunk down and into the shadows of the admittedly large space beneath the oak desk.

"You're enjoying this," he said, keeping his voice pitched low as he put things back in their rightful positions on his desk. He turned on some light piano music a moment later. "Don't try to deny it."

I huffed but otherwise didn't say anything. The soothing notes of Beethoven's Fuori Programma filled the air, along with the soothing sounds of ocean waves upon the shore. His gloves were tossed under the desk with me, and I watched as he slipped on a pair that wasn't absolutely coated with my juices. I swallowed roughly.

Yeah, okay, that was hot.

He sat down, easing his regal leather chair closer to the desk. I found myself trapped firmly between him and the back of the desk. I shivered, mind racing. Gods, what if we got caught like this?!

"Calm down," he rumbled, leaning back and looking down at me. His hand darted under the desk to caress my cheek. "I can smell your unease. They won't notice a thing… as long as you can keep quiet."

"R-right," I muttered, briefly leaning into his hand as I picked up his gloves. I tucked them into the back pocket of my pants to have them cleaned later.

"Hmm. If we had the time, I'd have made you suck those clean," he said with a dark grin. I froze and shivered beneath that hungry gaze.

Pervert.

Wonderful, incredibly hot pervert.

A knock at the door cut off any further attempt to speak as Wesker straightened in his seat, easing forward that last inch. Like a cell door being locked shut. The finality of it sent another tremor through my form, part eagerness, part fear. His finger pressed against the button under the desk, and the office door clicked open. I squirmed nervously, shifting about so that I was at least comfortable as the two men from earlier walked back into the room.

"Gentleman," Wesker began, his voice that smooth timber that he used on politicians. A tone that promised everything and nothing all at the same time. "Apologies for earlier. We had an update regarding the incident in New York that needed to be addressed."

"Horrible business, that," the cultured tone of one Edward Ross filled the room. The man was Wesker's primary front in the BSAA. His 'handler.' "I heard that Redfield is on the job, along with Agent Kennedy."

"Rare to have t-them both in the s-same place for a mission," said a man with an Austrian accent. Luis Panchet, Wesker's 'in' with the UN itself.

The man had a stutter thanks to an injury from a BOW that would likely fade, but it was TriCell's inhibitors that kept the man alive even now. Both men, however, were very firmly in Wesker's pockets.

As the pleasantries continued, Wesker's arm shifted down to rest on the arm of the chair. He leaned back as if he was merely getting comfortable while listening to them. He subtly tapped at his crotch where his length was straining against the confining leather of his pants.

Yet again, I found my nerves acting up. Was I really going to do this? What if we... What if they...? I swallowed nervously and leaned forward, trailing my fingers over his trapped length. The hardened flesh twitched, eager to be released from the leather confines. I waited until their conversation picked up a bit, the other two almost talking over each other, and slid the zipper down as quietly as possible.

He'd tucked himself back under his briefs, but given how hard he was, it was a simple matter to coax that heavy length back out through the opening. I ran my fingertips over the entire length of him, getting a chance just to admire the heft of it, unlike before.

"-and here's the report I mentioned from the Arctic Base," Edward was saying in a dry tone.

I glanced over my shoulder before turning back around, letting out a soft huff that ghosted over Wesker's length. It twitched in my hand. Gathering my courage, I pulled off my glasses and set them aside. Bracing my hands on his knees, I leaned forward, taking the head of his cock into my mouth. Wesker's legs immediately tensed beneath my hands. He let out a low 'hnn' that sounded almost thoughtful as he leaned back in his seat.

That... had been a very promising sound, faint as it was. I pulled back and grinned wickedly. What other noises could I force out of him? I leaned back in and slowly licked along the length of his cock as if savoring a popsicle.

"You s-see it t-too, t-then?" Luis asked, his voice filled with a hint of concern.

"What I see is an incompetent scientist yet again put in charge of a project they should never have had access to in the first place," Wesker said after a moment of tense silence. His voice was tight with what the others might mistake as anger. The folder was tossed onto the desk, and he used the motion to cover a subtle thrust of his hips toward my mouth. "This is enough to have the good 'Doctor' replaced with one of ours."

I smiled and continued to tease his length with my tongue. Swirling it around the crown, prompting another heavy twitch from the hard shaft.

"Do we move now, or should I take this to the BSAA for Redfield's team to handle?" Edward asked after a moment.

"Leave it for Redfield," Wesker said in a low, almost but not quite dismissive tone.

I surged forward and took his length into my mouth, rolling my tongue around the head twice before sliding it over the tip. Wesker grunted above me, and I smiled around him, pleased.

"S-sir?" Luis' voice. Worried and fearful this time. Wesker's expression had likely gone blank. Something that usually meant 'danger' to anyone who knew the man.

"When can I expect to see formal approval for me to go out on visible field missions with others?" Wesker asked, his tone almost sounding amused.

There was another subtle thrust, but I pulled back and returned to bathing his length with unhurried sweeps of my tongue. His tone darkened as he continued, and I knew he was quickly growing frustrated with my teasing. Good. Payback was a bitch. If he was going to tease me, then I'd be more than happy to return the favor. Handsome bastard.

"Covert Ops are all well and good," he continued, "but the goal is to have a 'visibly helpful presence' so that others focus on what we want them to see."

"We're lobbying for early two-thousand and nine, sir. Which is an immense improvement from the prior window of two-thousand and eleven," Edward said, and I could hear the smug grin in his voice. Happy that he was providing better news than last time he'd been asked that question, most likely. "The current crisis is working in our favor along with your purported 'good behavior.' They want all available hands on deck, and you're one of the best in both espionage and combat. We all know it."

He's the best at other things, too, I thought with a grin.

As they talked, I continued to tease Wesker's cock with my tongue, fingers tracing up and down the length before me. I paid loose attention to the ebb and flow of the conversation going on above me, taking every opportunity I could to urge those small, almost unnoticeable noises from his throat as he spoke. All to see if I could get him to slip up.

Foolish of me, perhaps, to try to get us caught, but... Dammit, he hadn't been wrong. There was a thrill to doing this. Each time he did make a noise, he masterfully masked it as a sound of agreement or annoyance at the other men's words.

Gods, I was having a horribly wicked good time with this...

During another lull in the conversation, he leaned back and deftly caught a lock of my hair, tangling it around one finger. He gave a sharp tug, and I winced at the ferocity behind it. Grinning, I shifted closer to him and shifted my hands under his legs. He moved with me, movements subtle and controlled as my arms slid under his legs, just behind the bend of his knees. I scratched my nails over the tops of his legs, feeling the muscles jump under my fingers.

Another tug was my reward, demanding. Eager. I breathed slowly onto that long shaft, watching it twitch, and had to suppress a giggle.

"Let me see that report," he ordered in a biting tone.

Wesker shifted abruptly, leaning forward to likely take the report in question from one of the men. As he did so, his other hand shifted to quickly grab hold of the back of my head. He thrust forward, slamming his cock into my mouth even as he yanked my head down. I went willingly to avoid a mishap. The entire process could have easily been mistaken for him simply bracing his hand on the arm of his leather chair. I stifled a laugh as he sat back with a harsh grunt, hand moving from my head to start flipping through papers.

"S-sir?" Luis' voice again, once more nervous and fearful. And the poor man had just relaxed too. So sad.

"The finances for this project are off," Wesker growled in a thick voice. "Someone's skimming off the top. A few hundred here and there every month, nothing that would be easily noticed, but obvious if you know what to look for."

"Ah… I was about to get to that, actually," Edward said with a cough, tone also now ringing with a bit of nervousness. "We've got two suspects..."

"Good," Wesker bit out. "Find out which of the two is doing it and why. Either they're playing it smart by taking such small amounts, or they're desperate. Figure out which it is and if we need to neutralize the suspect or can use their situation to our advantage."

"Yes, sir," Edward responded, and I heard the sound of him fumbling to catch the folder as Wesker tossed it back to him.

A silent puff of laughter escaped me, mouth full as it was. I knew Wesker's control was beginning to fray. Could feel it. Taste it even, as pre-cum trickled over my tongue. And why wouldn't it be fraying? It had been roughly thirty minutes now, and I had been teasing him the entire time. There was another minute thrust, and this time I gave in to the silent demand.

I began to bob my head slowly up and down along his length, flicking my tongue over him each time I pulled back. Each time I pushed forward, taking him as deep as I could down my throat, I swallowed roughly around him. The feel of his cock twitching in the confines of my mouth and throat was amazing.

This... this to me was trust. The most vulnerable part of him, and he was trusting me not to bite. Trusting me to give him pleasure. Wesker let out another low grunt above me, shifting forward to brace his elbows on the desk. I had to shift a bit with the movement myself, hands coming to a rest on his upper thighs.

"Now, on to other matters. Have we gathered any new intel on Excella Gionne's recent activities?" Wesker asked, and I could practically picture the glare he was giving the two in front of him.

A low growl escaped me upon hearing that damned woman's name. Wesker's foot connected firmly with my shin in a warning. Thankfully, the two other men in the room didn't notice my upset noise. I dug my nails into Wesker's thighs and began to suck harder upon the firm length filling my mouth. This was mine. He was mine.

The other woman had gained control of the African branch of TriCell, as expected. Wesker had been able to quietly and subtly block her attempts at gaining full control over the bioweapons research division despite that. The head of our operations might not be him on paper, but this was definitely his division. Every conversation was vague, practically in code. He was keeping her at arm's length so he could use her as a fall guy later, yet despite that, she still kept visiting him. Excella was dead-set on seducing him. Hopefully, the engagement, such as it was, would get her to back the fuck off.

I took his cock deeper into my mouth, that sense of possessiveness heightening further still. Overeager, I found myself almost choking on the length as it knocked against the back of my throat. A strangled snarl escaped him, drawing my attention back to the conversation.

Mmm… Salty and sweet on my tongue. Wesker was close, wasn't he?

"Uh… and… s-sir.. We've also reason to believe t-that she's obtained a viable t-test subject t-to use her P-thirty serum on," Luis' stutter, and growing fear was evident. P-thirty? That sounded vaguely familiar...

"And the status of the subject?" Wesker asked, the slight jolting of his hips against my mouth yet another sign that he was close to release.

"Stable," Edward said, and he sighed a moment later. "But we don't know who precisely was taken. No notes on if the subject is male or female. She's keeping this one close to the chest, that's for damn sure. What we do know is that no less than four of our best teams were attacked simultaneously roughly a month before the update was noted in the file. Three agents are presumed MIA or dead. It may very well be possible that one of them is this 'subject.'"

"Give. Me. Names," Wesker growled in a low voice, and I could hear the subtle creak of his leather gloves as he clenched his hands into fists.

Even as he said that I felt him spill hot and warm down my throat. I almost moaned at the taste of him, containing the sound at the last second. His hips shifted to the side in an aborted attempt to thrust deeper still into my mouth. I took him deeper, swallowing and savoring the flavor of him as I sucked upon that twitching cock. I would have pushed forward further still, to deep-throat him and let those last drops of seed spill directly down my throat, but one of the names made me freeze in shock beneath the desk.

"...and Jill Valentine," Edward was saying.

Well…

Fuck…