Resident Evil
Wesker's Desire
Title:Wesker's Desire
Author: fan_fic_writer_uk (Dan)
Email: fan_fic_writer_uk@yahoo.co.uk
Language: English
Rating: nc-17
Note- I do NOT own any of the resident evil (although as much as I'd like to), Capcom (and probably a few other companies) do.
a/n Okay Chapter Ten is here!! Not much to say really other than I'm really really surprised how many reviews this fic is getting (It hasn't even been up for quite a month yet by the way). Oh yeah and I wrote a new fic (How Can I Live Without You Steve) it's quite depressing and sad but you can check it out if you want to. I was also thinking of doing a fic called 'Learning To Live Without Steve' which would be an alternate ending to it and it would appeal to C/L fans (let's just say the ending was not very happy, but then again that depends on your perspective). And in answer to the review by Amy Rummi, yes it was deliberate (I've given him qualities that Claire was attracted to in Steve, although in Wesker they're of course much more complex and deeply buried of course, but once she gets to know him, it'll attract her to him)
Anyway on with the fic,
Chapter Ten: Screw Instinct
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...Silence, it echoed around the corpse filled room as the Tyrant walked slowly and steadily from it, however it was far from comforting to its occupants, or rather the conscious of the two. Wesker lay on the cold metallic floor groaning, the pain was fast becoming apparent and he was debating in his mind whether or not just to collapse right there and then. His body desperately wanted him to, needed him to, and the thing was he knew that he could and that made it so much harder, after all he'd be fine, the virus that was already in his body would see to that. It would make sure his body would heal, and it would also destroy whatever was currently flowing inside of him, whatever had been injected into him, after all he was a Tyrant as well...but she was another matter. She would die from her injuries alone, that much was obvious. ^Why should I help her? It's not my fault she's weak^ one part of his mind loudly and angrily asked, but even then he knew the answer to his self imposed question. ^Because I want to^ a small, yet powerful voice spoke timidly from an equally small crevice of his mind. Instantly he regretted thinking it and scorned himself for doing so. ^I don't want to, I have to^, he told himself as he pulled himself slowly up from the floor, his body was burning like fire and his head aching as he did so. ^The only reason I'm helping her is because she's useful to me, that and the fact she aided me before, not that I needed it of course, and I always repay my debts^ he thought comfortingly trying to convince himself. He sighed as he dragged himself over towards her, ^Shit that thing's strong, very strong, but I'm stronger...or at least I will be next time^ he thought as he winced slightly in pain from his wounds. He was going to continue his arrogant speech but it was instantly forgotten as was his pain when he saw her. This was because Claire was a lot worse off than he had firstly imagined. Now he could see the full extent of her injuries he felt anger bubble up inside of him, he just couldn't help it. "He'll pay, they'll all pay for what they have done to you" he whispered quickly and quietly, he didn't even bother to scorn himself for what he said this time. He gazed at her where she lay, feelings of turmoil once again becoming apparent within him. Feelings of shame, regret and self-blame were the most abundant of these, Wesker however dismissed these as down to the obligation he felt to keep her alive, even now he refused to confront his own feelings or indeed admit he had any. Claire laid in a crumpled form before him as he began to mentally access her injuries.
Although her face remained practically untouched and unscathed, aside from a small cut on her chin, her upper torso was another story all together. There were a series of criss-cross scratches along her chest and upper arms where the Tyrant had raked its long claws along them. There were also a number of more serious wounds that were leaking small amounts of warm red blood onto the tiled floor beneath where she laid. He also noticed her breathing in her unconscious state, weak and becoming increasingly erratic, ^Not a good sign^ Wesker reflected wryly, ^Not a good sign at all^. Slowly he knelt down towards her in order to perform a closer examination, ignoring the pain he felt as he did so. For a moment all thoughts of her welfare were gone from his mind as he observed the power of the monster, being a researcher and a Tyrant it was primary instinct after all. However he was brought quickly back to the matter at hand as he noticed that Claire was beginning to spasm slightly before him. ^I guess she can't have long left^ he thought as he looked at the sight in front of him. Now that he'd had a chance to rationalise and get over the initial shock he had felt he was beginning to have second doubts about whether or not to help her. ^She's of no use to you so leave her be^ one part of his mind informed him but even then he again began to change his mind. ^She's useful for bargaining...and I can't leave her like this^ he thought, a small amount of emotion showing through. ^But I've never had any worries of leaving someone to die before so why should I save her?...what makes her so different?^ he thought, wrestling with his conscience. Like a game of mental ping-pong within his head he began arguing with himself as he began trying to make a decision that would go completely against his nature. ^Do I want to her alive?^ he finally asked himself, it was an ultimate decisive question...and it was then he knew, "Screw instinct", he muttered.
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Elsewhere within the ruins of the facility another soul was stirring from their unconscious slumber. With a low moan and sigh, a dropping eyelid was forced open and a red bleary eye observed the world before it. The man laid there for a moment in the semi darkness, adjusting to the real world. Within an instant memories of what had happened in the pervious hours flashed before his eyes. With a cry of pure rage he launched himself from where he laid, pausing only to push back a stray strand of now blackened blonde hair from his eyes . "I'll regain your trust Alexia", Alfred Ashford said in almost a whisper as he dusted himself off "My love, I'll prove myself to you, or else I'll die trying".
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The room didn't take long to reach, but to Wesker it felt like an eternity had passed as his now shaking hand wrapped around the polished door handle. "I guess that monster was stronger than I thought" he said slowly, his thoughts beginning to become muddled ^I need a rest, but I guess I best take care of her first^. He half walked, half stumbled into the dreary room, Claire feeling like a dead weight over the shoulder she was precariously balanced over. Hurriedly he shuffled towards the army style bed, falling onto it in his haste to do so. He lay there for sometime on the bed, his eyes closed, taking in the release that only rest can offer. ^I could lie here forever^ he thought sleepily, only really half awake, however it wasn't long before he was reminded he had other matters to attend to. Lazily he batted an eyelid open to look around the room he was currently resting in, glancing down at his hand as he did so and this quickly jolted him wide awake. This was because his hands were stained with bright red blood, Claire's blood. Realisation dawned on him as to how badly Claire was injured. His body ached as he pulled himself off from where he rested lying on top of her slightly. Dizzily he began to walk around the small room, his head spinning from the affects of the poison that was currently attacking his body. His vision impaired, he began to feel around the room, searching for the bandages and medicine Claire so desperately needed. Fighting his own urge to go and lie back on the bed, he eventually found a small quantity of what he was looking for in one of the cabinets. ^Look like someone got here before me, or Umbrella are making more cutbacks^, he half joked despite the pain he was currently feeling. He tried to read the medicine bottles before him but all he got was a swirling vortex of words and letters It was fortunate that he was able to tell medicines by their colours (Umbrella made them very distinctive to avoid confusion). So although it took a while, he finally located the serum, a rich shade of amber. By now the pain in his body had become almost unbearable, and each step felt like it would be his last. On more than once occasion he regretted the decision he had made, ^Fuck, why did I have to help her, it's killing me, maybe I should just leave her, I mean it's not worth this amount of pain...is it?^, but still he continued, ignoring his own pain as he did so. By now the pain was so great he was practically on his hands and knees crawling towards the bed. In one hand he clutched the bottle of serum, in the other a bundle of bandages and the like. Upon reaching the bed he noticed that the spasms Claire was experiencing were becoming increasingly violent and, he noticed with shock, her eyes were slightly open. Instantly without questioning his actions he dropped the bandages he was carrying and pulled an arm around her neck in order to prop her up, and softly but in a voice that was increasingly rising he called "Claire can you hear me?...Claire?...answer me...Claire?... CLAIRE?". All he got in reply were eyes that were rolling back and forth in her head. It went without saying that she'd die within the next few minutes unless she got some help.
Not thinking entirely straight he began to pull the cap containing the Umbrella logo off of the serum bottle, some of the liquid splashing on the dusty floor below. Taking advantage of her semi consciousness state he slowly brought the serum to her lips, gently forcing them open with the head of the bottle. "Drink this" he both demanded and requested as he tipped the bottle slightly upwards allowing a small amount to trickle out of the bottle neck. Even though he gave her small amounts at a time much of it was rejected and a lot of the serum ran down from the left corner of her lip instead of where it was intended to go. However a small percentage was drunk and Wesker realised, allowing a small amount of joy to show through (although it was hardly noticeable), that it was having an affect. Slowly the jerky movements of Claire's body lessened and her breathing began to return to a normal rate. Wesker let a small amount of relief to pass through him as it became apparent that Claire had drunk enough serum to combat the virus, at least for now. The relief didn't last long however as it became clear that Claire's wounds also needed seeing to. It also didn't help matters that new, yet increasingly familiar feelings, of intense pain and hurt were fast returning to his body. With another small cry of pain he shifted his position in order to reach the discarded bandages that lay on the floor below.
The task of bandaging Claire up was a difficult one. The virus made it incredibly difficult to focus on the job at hand as Wesker had both restricted vision and his own pain to contend with. More than once he had to re-bandage parts that he had failed to wrap correctly. Due to his current state it also didn't register what he was doing as he removed Claire's top in order to bandage the wounds on her torso, all he was currently interested in was tending to her wounds. The bandage wraps themselves were far from perfect but it was perhaps the best that could be expected. ^Anyway^, Wesker reflected, ^At least the bleeding's stopped^. And indeed all of the most serious wounds had been bandaged, and most of the minor wounds blood flow had stopped anyway.
By now after taking care of Claire Wesker's own pain had become truly unbearable. Huge jolts of pain passed through his body and the whole of it ached, causing him to writhe somewhat in agony. Perhaps if the pain hadn't been so great Wesker wouldn't have slept in that bed that night, perhaps he would have realised the impracticality of the situation, sharing a single bed with a Redfield. Perhaps he would have made a joke of it, he was sleeping with the enemy after all. Perhaps he would have remembered that he had a reputation to live up to as a cold heartless man. However none of those thoughts came into his weary and tired mind as he pulled himself closer to Claire in that bed that night, and perhaps, just perhaps, that was a good thing.
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a/n Well that was Chapter 10 (obviously). Not much happened I know, but it is definitely leading somewhere in the next chapter. (just to give you a taster) 'Rivalries dissolve and *friendship* is formed in chapter eleven, Growing Closer' (I'm sure you can make a well informed guess as to what may happen). I think I may have made Wesker a little bit too nice in this chapter but don't worry soon he's going to become the Wesker we all know and hate (there's going to be a reason though). Also I think the writing style at the end of the fic was a bit unusual but oh well.
Okay before I finish I thought I'd outline some fics I've considered doing either while I'm writing this one or after I have finished this one (incidentally this fic has got at least six or seven chapters left before it's finished). Please tell me what you think and if your interested in any of the ideas that I've thought up below.
Sherry or Steve, Steve or Sherry-
Claire is offered the chance to be with Steve again by a mysterious person. The cost? She has to hand over Sherry, the girl she has come to love like a daughter. Who is this person, what is their reasons for wanting Sherry and who will she chose?
I'll Kill You Claire-
A woman with a tie to Steve Burnside is convinced that Claire Redfield killed him and is determined to seek revenge. Why does she think this and will she learn the truth in time?
Betrayed In More Ways Than One-
Yaoi Alert!!(Yes I'll write both ways), just a little idea I had. Why is Chris so hurt with Albert Wesker's betrayal? (you can work out what I'm going to write, it's not hard). All his emotions that he thought he had gotten over are stirred back up when he receives a letter from the man he so violently hates. (I'm not sure if I'll actually put any sex in here, a bit novel for a C/W pairing don't you think?)
Okay anyway back to this fic, I hope to post the next chapter of this fic in the next 7-10 days, so check back then.
P.S I doubt Claire is going to be pleased when she finds out she's being sharing a bed with Wesker or that she's not even wearing a top ;)
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Wesker's Desire
Title:Wesker's Desire
Author: fan_fic_writer_uk (Dan)
Email: fan_fic_writer_uk@yahoo.co.uk
Language: English
Rating: nc-17
Note- I do NOT own any of the resident evil (although as much as I'd like to), Capcom (and probably a few other companies) do.
a/n Okay Chapter Ten is here!! Not much to say really other than I'm really really surprised how many reviews this fic is getting (It hasn't even been up for quite a month yet by the way). Oh yeah and I wrote a new fic (How Can I Live Without You Steve) it's quite depressing and sad but you can check it out if you want to. I was also thinking of doing a fic called 'Learning To Live Without Steve' which would be an alternate ending to it and it would appeal to C/L fans (let's just say the ending was not very happy, but then again that depends on your perspective). And in answer to the review by Amy Rummi, yes it was deliberate (I've given him qualities that Claire was attracted to in Steve, although in Wesker they're of course much more complex and deeply buried of course, but once she gets to know him, it'll attract her to him)
Anyway on with the fic,
Chapter Ten: Screw Instinct
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...Silence, it echoed around the corpse filled room as the Tyrant walked slowly and steadily from it, however it was far from comforting to its occupants, or rather the conscious of the two. Wesker lay on the cold metallic floor groaning, the pain was fast becoming apparent and he was debating in his mind whether or not just to collapse right there and then. His body desperately wanted him to, needed him to, and the thing was he knew that he could and that made it so much harder, after all he'd be fine, the virus that was already in his body would see to that. It would make sure his body would heal, and it would also destroy whatever was currently flowing inside of him, whatever had been injected into him, after all he was a Tyrant as well...but she was another matter. She would die from her injuries alone, that much was obvious. ^Why should I help her? It's not my fault she's weak^ one part of his mind loudly and angrily asked, but even then he knew the answer to his self imposed question. ^Because I want to^ a small, yet powerful voice spoke timidly from an equally small crevice of his mind. Instantly he regretted thinking it and scorned himself for doing so. ^I don't want to, I have to^, he told himself as he pulled himself slowly up from the floor, his body was burning like fire and his head aching as he did so. ^The only reason I'm helping her is because she's useful to me, that and the fact she aided me before, not that I needed it of course, and I always repay my debts^ he thought comfortingly trying to convince himself. He sighed as he dragged himself over towards her, ^Shit that thing's strong, very strong, but I'm stronger...or at least I will be next time^ he thought as he winced slightly in pain from his wounds. He was going to continue his arrogant speech but it was instantly forgotten as was his pain when he saw her. This was because Claire was a lot worse off than he had firstly imagined. Now he could see the full extent of her injuries he felt anger bubble up inside of him, he just couldn't help it. "He'll pay, they'll all pay for what they have done to you" he whispered quickly and quietly, he didn't even bother to scorn himself for what he said this time. He gazed at her where she lay, feelings of turmoil once again becoming apparent within him. Feelings of shame, regret and self-blame were the most abundant of these, Wesker however dismissed these as down to the obligation he felt to keep her alive, even now he refused to confront his own feelings or indeed admit he had any. Claire laid in a crumpled form before him as he began to mentally access her injuries.
Although her face remained practically untouched and unscathed, aside from a small cut on her chin, her upper torso was another story all together. There were a series of criss-cross scratches along her chest and upper arms where the Tyrant had raked its long claws along them. There were also a number of more serious wounds that were leaking small amounts of warm red blood onto the tiled floor beneath where she laid. He also noticed her breathing in her unconscious state, weak and becoming increasingly erratic, ^Not a good sign^ Wesker reflected wryly, ^Not a good sign at all^. Slowly he knelt down towards her in order to perform a closer examination, ignoring the pain he felt as he did so. For a moment all thoughts of her welfare were gone from his mind as he observed the power of the monster, being a researcher and a Tyrant it was primary instinct after all. However he was brought quickly back to the matter at hand as he noticed that Claire was beginning to spasm slightly before him. ^I guess she can't have long left^ he thought as he looked at the sight in front of him. Now that he'd had a chance to rationalise and get over the initial shock he had felt he was beginning to have second doubts about whether or not to help her. ^She's of no use to you so leave her be^ one part of his mind informed him but even then he again began to change his mind. ^She's useful for bargaining...and I can't leave her like this^ he thought, a small amount of emotion showing through. ^But I've never had any worries of leaving someone to die before so why should I save her?...what makes her so different?^ he thought, wrestling with his conscience. Like a game of mental ping-pong within his head he began arguing with himself as he began trying to make a decision that would go completely against his nature. ^Do I want to her alive?^ he finally asked himself, it was an ultimate decisive question...and it was then he knew, "Screw instinct", he muttered.
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Elsewhere within the ruins of the facility another soul was stirring from their unconscious slumber. With a low moan and sigh, a dropping eyelid was forced open and a red bleary eye observed the world before it. The man laid there for a moment in the semi darkness, adjusting to the real world. Within an instant memories of what had happened in the pervious hours flashed before his eyes. With a cry of pure rage he launched himself from where he laid, pausing only to push back a stray strand of now blackened blonde hair from his eyes . "I'll regain your trust Alexia", Alfred Ashford said in almost a whisper as he dusted himself off "My love, I'll prove myself to you, or else I'll die trying".
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The room didn't take long to reach, but to Wesker it felt like an eternity had passed as his now shaking hand wrapped around the polished door handle. "I guess that monster was stronger than I thought" he said slowly, his thoughts beginning to become muddled ^I need a rest, but I guess I best take care of her first^. He half walked, half stumbled into the dreary room, Claire feeling like a dead weight over the shoulder she was precariously balanced over. Hurriedly he shuffled towards the army style bed, falling onto it in his haste to do so. He lay there for sometime on the bed, his eyes closed, taking in the release that only rest can offer. ^I could lie here forever^ he thought sleepily, only really half awake, however it wasn't long before he was reminded he had other matters to attend to. Lazily he batted an eyelid open to look around the room he was currently resting in, glancing down at his hand as he did so and this quickly jolted him wide awake. This was because his hands were stained with bright red blood, Claire's blood. Realisation dawned on him as to how badly Claire was injured. His body ached as he pulled himself off from where he rested lying on top of her slightly. Dizzily he began to walk around the small room, his head spinning from the affects of the poison that was currently attacking his body. His vision impaired, he began to feel around the room, searching for the bandages and medicine Claire so desperately needed. Fighting his own urge to go and lie back on the bed, he eventually found a small quantity of what he was looking for in one of the cabinets. ^Look like someone got here before me, or Umbrella are making more cutbacks^, he half joked despite the pain he was currently feeling. He tried to read the medicine bottles before him but all he got was a swirling vortex of words and letters It was fortunate that he was able to tell medicines by their colours (Umbrella made them very distinctive to avoid confusion). So although it took a while, he finally located the serum, a rich shade of amber. By now the pain in his body had become almost unbearable, and each step felt like it would be his last. On more than once occasion he regretted the decision he had made, ^Fuck, why did I have to help her, it's killing me, maybe I should just leave her, I mean it's not worth this amount of pain...is it?^, but still he continued, ignoring his own pain as he did so. By now the pain was so great he was practically on his hands and knees crawling towards the bed. In one hand he clutched the bottle of serum, in the other a bundle of bandages and the like. Upon reaching the bed he noticed that the spasms Claire was experiencing were becoming increasingly violent and, he noticed with shock, her eyes were slightly open. Instantly without questioning his actions he dropped the bandages he was carrying and pulled an arm around her neck in order to prop her up, and softly but in a voice that was increasingly rising he called "Claire can you hear me?...Claire?...answer me...Claire?... CLAIRE?". All he got in reply were eyes that were rolling back and forth in her head. It went without saying that she'd die within the next few minutes unless she got some help.
Not thinking entirely straight he began to pull the cap containing the Umbrella logo off of the serum bottle, some of the liquid splashing on the dusty floor below. Taking advantage of her semi consciousness state he slowly brought the serum to her lips, gently forcing them open with the head of the bottle. "Drink this" he both demanded and requested as he tipped the bottle slightly upwards allowing a small amount to trickle out of the bottle neck. Even though he gave her small amounts at a time much of it was rejected and a lot of the serum ran down from the left corner of her lip instead of where it was intended to go. However a small percentage was drunk and Wesker realised, allowing a small amount of joy to show through (although it was hardly noticeable), that it was having an affect. Slowly the jerky movements of Claire's body lessened and her breathing began to return to a normal rate. Wesker let a small amount of relief to pass through him as it became apparent that Claire had drunk enough serum to combat the virus, at least for now. The relief didn't last long however as it became clear that Claire's wounds also needed seeing to. It also didn't help matters that new, yet increasingly familiar feelings, of intense pain and hurt were fast returning to his body. With another small cry of pain he shifted his position in order to reach the discarded bandages that lay on the floor below.
The task of bandaging Claire up was a difficult one. The virus made it incredibly difficult to focus on the job at hand as Wesker had both restricted vision and his own pain to contend with. More than once he had to re-bandage parts that he had failed to wrap correctly. Due to his current state it also didn't register what he was doing as he removed Claire's top in order to bandage the wounds on her torso, all he was currently interested in was tending to her wounds. The bandage wraps themselves were far from perfect but it was perhaps the best that could be expected. ^Anyway^, Wesker reflected, ^At least the bleeding's stopped^. And indeed all of the most serious wounds had been bandaged, and most of the minor wounds blood flow had stopped anyway.
By now after taking care of Claire Wesker's own pain had become truly unbearable. Huge jolts of pain passed through his body and the whole of it ached, causing him to writhe somewhat in agony. Perhaps if the pain hadn't been so great Wesker wouldn't have slept in that bed that night, perhaps he would have realised the impracticality of the situation, sharing a single bed with a Redfield. Perhaps he would have made a joke of it, he was sleeping with the enemy after all. Perhaps he would have remembered that he had a reputation to live up to as a cold heartless man. However none of those thoughts came into his weary and tired mind as he pulled himself closer to Claire in that bed that night, and perhaps, just perhaps, that was a good thing.
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a/n Well that was Chapter 10 (obviously). Not much happened I know, but it is definitely leading somewhere in the next chapter. (just to give you a taster) 'Rivalries dissolve and *friendship* is formed in chapter eleven, Growing Closer' (I'm sure you can make a well informed guess as to what may happen). I think I may have made Wesker a little bit too nice in this chapter but don't worry soon he's going to become the Wesker we all know and hate (there's going to be a reason though). Also I think the writing style at the end of the fic was a bit unusual but oh well.
Okay before I finish I thought I'd outline some fics I've considered doing either while I'm writing this one or after I have finished this one (incidentally this fic has got at least six or seven chapters left before it's finished). Please tell me what you think and if your interested in any of the ideas that I've thought up below.
Sherry or Steve, Steve or Sherry-
Claire is offered the chance to be with Steve again by a mysterious person. The cost? She has to hand over Sherry, the girl she has come to love like a daughter. Who is this person, what is their reasons for wanting Sherry and who will she chose?
I'll Kill You Claire-
A woman with a tie to Steve Burnside is convinced that Claire Redfield killed him and is determined to seek revenge. Why does she think this and will she learn the truth in time?
Betrayed In More Ways Than One-
Yaoi Alert!!(Yes I'll write both ways), just a little idea I had. Why is Chris so hurt with Albert Wesker's betrayal? (you can work out what I'm going to write, it's not hard). All his emotions that he thought he had gotten over are stirred back up when he receives a letter from the man he so violently hates. (I'm not sure if I'll actually put any sex in here, a bit novel for a C/W pairing don't you think?)
Okay anyway back to this fic, I hope to post the next chapter of this fic in the next 7-10 days, so check back then.
P.S I doubt Claire is going to be pleased when she finds out she's being sharing a bed with Wesker or that she's not even wearing a top ;)
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