A/N: a fic written a while ago for a drabble night, posted separately to my other RE drabbles as my brain went in a suggestive direction with the "Binding" prompt, but no explicit sex.
Wesker picked up the rope, unravelled it, running it through his hands. He glanced down at Will. His partner had been spending far too much time in the laboratory recently. Of course, that just meant Wesker had to make the most of any opportunity he got.
He started to tie Will up. The ties came naturally to Wesker by this point; they'd been doing this for a few years, after all.
When Wesker had finished, he gazed down at Will once more. He always did look beautiful like this—although Wesker was admiring his own skill as much as anything.