A/N this is going to be a tasteful smut chapter btw! fair warning. I am also going to be posting the extended bedroom scene. ;) happy reading

She awoke in shackles, the cold metal uncomfortably biting into her wrists. Scooting across the bed in which her body had been laid, Angelica let her mind wander as to how long he had been at this facility. It was a simple quarters, but contained a desk, bed, and chair area with a table area. Dark clothing hung on a moveable rack to the side. No personal belongings or trinkets beyond that about the room , it barren personal touch. Organized as ever..

Shrugging inwardly, it made sense to have a personal space, though she couldn't understand why he hadn't just..killed her. Why did he bring her here.. How? Tucking into a ball, the flexible body folded into itself, allowing the arms that had been behind her back to move forefront. Examining the lock, the determined woman removed a lockpick pin that had remained hidden within her boot .Sticking it within her mouth, Angelica set to work.

"Echem."

The soft noise that was alarmingly close caused the keen eyes to look up. Wesker sat there in the chair, chin on hand. It had been empty only moments before. He looked docile, and did not make any attempt to stop her, merely keenly watching from behind silver shields. He removed them, placing the eye coverings on the table leisurely.

Angelica set her jaw, dropping the pin. Holding up her wrists, the woman raised her eyebrows.

"Really?"

The quiet man moved to her side and leaned down, his hands undoing the common lock with the key he fished from his sleeve. Oddly enough they were void of the normal, protective leather gloves, having been left on the table with his glasses. His fingertips felt warm against her skin..All of the wounds she had inflicted earlier had healed, leaving no traces. In the back of her mind, Burrows wondered how he had gotten the drop on her..but as he had undone the shackles, his hands rubbed her neck, feeling the dried blood of her healed puncture wound. Ahh.. there it was.

Strangely calm, Wesker stared at her with a keen look, his fiery eyes subdued.

"I should have known that this wouldn't have held you.. Why are you here ,Angelica? To stop me? Kill me? To re break my nose?"

Her eyes flashed in amusement at the last jab, before moving slightly away from him. She stood from the bedding, the effects of whatever serum he had used making her actions purposeful and careful . She turned to stare into a wall mirror, glaring at the reflection almost sorrowfully. She had dreaded this day.. It was inevitable.

"You know.. I should. And more for what you've done .. You and I are nothing to anyone but left over experiments now.. In all these years you have finally made it to the ability to destroy mankind..almost the entire human race, despite my best efforts. All for what, Wesker? Revenge? I know what happened to Marcus. I know what you and Birkin did.. And I know what Spencer did to the children when we were young.. . To us. "

Wesker scoffed lightly, so she had been setting roadblocks for him this entire time.. And she still cared about the team he had long left in the past..

"All a means to an end.. "

Angelica kept her back to him, but visibly stiffened. She knew how cold he could be.. But the sentiment still somehow stung.

. you turned on us…. Your good little tools.. Chris.. Barry… Jill….

Me. "

Wesker moved to her side, anger finally showing. The realization that she considered herself one of them.. One of these regular, unextraordinary .. People. Back before her transformation she had worked alongside him at Umbrella.. He trying to 'put her in her place' at every opportunity… but those actions of his human pride were coming full circle.

His hand gripped at her wrist, spinning her to face him. What met him was not blind rage, or even beneath the coldness that their evolved minds had. She looked hopeless. His mind raced to memories long buried, friendships lost. Humanity had grown dead to him, no longer appealing in any way. Until now..

She stared him down. Not wavering in her gaze, showing no fear, just blatant disappointment..

" This is not how things were supposed to be."

His hands moved to the sides of her face as she spoke, as if with a mind of their own. Wesker intently made sure that their eye contact did not break.

The old stain of desire ran into his veins, the old flame and excitement of being the man he once was becoming attractive. He had always been a man with ambition and goals higher than others..But these last few years it was almost like he was losing sight of the end game.. A part of him wished he had never come to Raccoon.. Never met this woman. Never killed James Marcus. Hell the reason Jill kept a mask on was because he couldn't stand looking at her face..

But no, he was a god amongst ants, a symbol of power. He couldn't stop. Not now. She would learn to understand. She had to. Her watery eyes searched his. They had once been so blue... Wesker's own voice sounded alien to him, devoid of all harshness, the anger fleeting from his tone .

"I am not destroying mankind, I am improving it. Saving it from itself before it is too late."

The woman chuckled bitterly, shaking her head in disbelief. All traces of sorrow melded away from her and into pure , unfettered contempt. Jerking her face away, Angelica almost snarled in frustration.

"What happened to you? Despite your attitude, I remember a man who wanted to help people. Now..all you want is to make the world like us..and to become a god over them. If it's not revenge..then what..power? "

A roar of desperation broke from Wesker, his hand slamming into the wall next to her head. It dented under impact, the rest of the room trembling with its resonation. Breathing heavily, Wesker entrenched himself into Angelica's cold stare, only inches away from her face. His eyes blazed a hot red, though their heat did not seem to phase her frigid resolve.

"I am doing it for every person who deserved to be better in life, but had a person of undeserving power over them. I am eradicating the weak and leaving behind the truly deserving. To make a utopia that will not know disease or famine, war, or discord.. I am doing it..for people like us, Angelica."

He forced her to stare into his eyes to see his rage, sorrow ,wanting to be understood. It burned into her mind like a soldering iron.. Wesker's passion was pure, unguarded , and raw. Umbrella had twisted him into their idealism, it still had a hold even a decade after. This man honestly believed he could right the world's wrongs, re-write history into peace...by killing millions. The man he once was had been buried in the shadows, contorted into a never ending midnight of self indulgence and loathing. It broke her heart..

Her fingertips found themselves encircling into the golden locks at the back of his neck, thumb caressing to the side of his cheek as emotions ran across Angelica's face. The palm of Wesker's hands ran down to her neck, feeling the smoothness of her skin for the first time, Without agenda. He was still cupping either side of her face as if he did not wish to let go, brow furrowed as her own emotions mirrored back. The hesitancy.. The fear.

He was a very analytical man even before, always planning his next move ten steps ahead. With her it always felt like he was blind.. Reaching in the dark.

She was no longer an experiment to him. She had not been for a very long time.. Though he had been loath to admit it. He could see his equal before him finally clearly.. For a brief moment putting aside his pride that he guarded so dearly.

Leaning forward, Wesker crushed his alabaster lips to her in a fevered motion of affection.. Forcing Angelica to brace herself against the wall, he hungrily sank into this feeling of need. Her body surrendered under the lavish press of his mouth, finding it returning the gesture with the same vigor. Her fingers curling into his hair.. The icy feeling of pleasure ran down his spine , arching ever so slightly from the feel of her nails. Angelica's kisses felt soft.. Quickly turning into a heated want as his tongue invaded her mouth.

Tearing himself from her kiss, the man's lips found the exposed curve of the woman's cleavage, kissing it and heading downwards . Wesker's mind clouded with lust as the resonating sound of a moan met his ears. Searching fingers glided to the object of his desire's back, ripping at the material that covered her upper torso . The dark material slid down with her help, baring her chest in the African heat.

Soft skin exposed before his eyes, teasing his visionary appetite into ravenous hunger. Hoisting her onto his waist, as Wesker let his body weight pin her snugly to the wall. Gooseflesh ran across his chest as two soft hands feverishly unzipped the leather shirt which was his covering. A familiar white tank top was now the only thing that now clothed his upper half. His mouth found the crook of her neck, teeth sinking into the tender flesh with a growling love bite. Her body reacted just as he intended, a soft gasp spurning the woman's lover on.

Angelica's mind reeled. What was she doing.. She wanted this… why did she want this… He had been a monster.. A colleague.. A nightmare.. And friend all in one, making the betrayals so hard to fathom. She hated herself for this. She understood deep down. He was still a man, trying to rid they world of the pain he himself felt so deeply..At the cost of his own soul. So many years plotting in the shadows to try and guide him away. Now she was pulling him to her in more ways than one...

His hands moved to her back as he kept his lips locked with hers, Wesker's nimble fingers wrenching the clasp of her undergarment useless. A soft growl tore from Angelica's throat as lace pressed against skin, for only a moment before falling away to the floor. A frictioning heat began rising between their two bodies. His head buried into her bare chest, mouth firmly pressed against the most sensitive part of her upper womanhood..

She tightened her legs behind his torso , her arms about his neck. Moving backwards with her securely wrapped to him, Wesker slowly walked towards his bed. The pair somehow made it without toppling over. The room felt blazingly hot, the chill of his lover's skin offering only little comfort. He laid her down gently, his weight pressing her back into the surprisingly soft mattress.

Feline eyes were closed as he only used hands and mouth as a tool of sight. His muscled body moved over her, brushing the increasingly tight groin of his pants against the damp crevice between her thighs. .

Wesker's teeth grazed down Angelica's neck, desperately wanting for the goddess to shed her mortal clothing. The expanse of his chest was laid partially bare, the deep scoop neck of the tank top not hiding his collar bones. Sharp teeth of her's sinking into his flesh and moving downwards with a trail of soft kisses as she lifted his shirt over his head. He hadn't felt this way in years. The longing, the heat, the inner throb which was pulsing next to his thigh. Clamping his hands upon her lower clothing, Wesker wrenched the tight material down from Angelica's lovely legs. The woman arched her back as his hands slid underneath, bringing her slim form to nestle close to his bare chest. It vibrated in a slow, rumbling growl of unhidden affection.

Wesker breathed into her neck , his voice sounding strained and wanton.

"I am afraid the word 'love' is far too simple for people like us…I could never excuse myself the time.."

Angelica's lips tugged at his once more, words lost in the simple pleasure. Nimble hands worked him from his lower confines, the leather pants being unbuckled and jerked roughly down. Finally his pleasure was free to be given. The throbbing member was forcibly recaptured by her hands, guiding it quickly past shielding lace that was torn aside by his hands. There it was placed within her haven, pressing deeper into its core..Wesker grunted as he sank into her.

Angelica's body reacted lovingly, whispering, cursing, moaning his name amongst other lude vocabulary as he began his pace. Her hand gripped with his, moving within the dance the two had begun. Her body tensed against his, moving the pair dangerously close to the edge of the mattress. Not tearing away from each other's bliss, both interlocking bodies slammed to the floor, fighting for dominance. Finally Wesker's goddess won, pinning her prey on his back .

Throwing her body back, she moved upon him, his powerful hands kneading the fleshy globes of her bouncing breasts. The woman groaned from the feel of him, biting her lip. Angelica leaned down whispering, her eager mouth interlocking with his once more before he rolled her onto her back in a swift flip.

" perhaps we should afford the time.",

She was taking this selfish moment. Despite time being the one thing she did not have.

She softly gasped out between heated breaths. His hands settled on her hips, rolling his own upwards into her with a powerful thrust. Closing his eyes in the purity of her, Wesker savored the words and body before him. She moved in sync with him, accepting and succumbing into the fist explosion of pleasure. The orgasm made her so slick.. Angelica overpowered his senses, whilst swimming in a sea of fallen sheets.

" perhaps we always should have.."