SEXUAL CONTENT AHOY! You have been warned!


: Chapter 16 - Experimentation :


As James Marcus approached his car, he couldn't help but run his hand through his hair in frustration at the recent events at work. Not only was the progenitor virus completely unstable, but the team had managed to run out of samples of the west African flower. There goes another pile of money to harvest more flowers, transport and waste them all over again to achieve little to no results. Maybe it'd be best to scrap the project..

As well as that, Albert had been especially difficult over the past two weeks. This new virus that he was meant to present was meant to be shown to him today, but instead he had gotten the usual 'I'm needed at the department for the night.' With all of this, Spencer was sure to be knocking down his door soon enough. He wasn't happy, and when Ozwell wasn't happy, everyone suffered his wrath. Albert and William were his stars, beacons of hope amongst the disappointing masses he had taught and employed over the years. Despite Albert's stand off approach to all conflict, and William's undying loyalty to the man, they were the best students he had, so their failing in any aspect was not tolerated.

Especially not now.

"Fuck." James whispered to himself as the keys fell out of his hand and onto the ground. "If it wasn't so fucking dark.." he complained as he got on his knees and felt around for his keys.

"I have them." announced a man from the shadows, who was so close that James jumped back with a gasp. "Jesus, Albert!" James groaned as he leaned against his car, glaring at the only barely visible outline of the man in the dark. "Doesn't help that you wear black all the time!"

"Apologies, James, but perhaps I'm wearing black to blend in for a reason."

"Wha-" James gasped as he felt white hot paint in his side and neck at the same time. nearly screaming when he felt whatever it was, twist in the his side. Its a knife. He realized with a horrible feeling of terror as Albert held him still as he continued to make the wound bigger. "A-Albert... !" Wesker pulls the needle out of his neck but continued to rip into the wound in his side.

"I know you had a hand in Chief Irons' deal with Umbrella. Thank you for all you've done for me James, but you've been a complication to my plans for the last time. Rest well, knowing Ozwell will follow you soon." Albert murmured into James ear as his eyes slowly shut.

The last thing he heard was Albert calling for William, and being thrown in the back of his RCPD cruiser, before slipping away from the world forever.


"So you're sure she wants this?" Chris mumbled into the phone as his eyes darted from the sitting room door, to the kitchen door, to the glass door, making sure that if Claire came in, he'd notice straight away and be able to hang up so she wouldn't grow curious.

"Yeah.. yeah that's fine." He mumbled as he sips his piping hot coffee. He goes to put it down when the sitting room door swings wide open and Claire walks in, making a beeline for the fridge. "Y-Yeah! Yeah that's fine Brad, I'll catch you later!" Chris quickly finishes as he hangs up the phone.

"What did Brad want?" Claire asks, the words muffled by the bread stuffed into her mouth as she searched for nutella in the cupboard.

"Uh.." Chris blurts out, trying to come up with a good lie. "He.. wanted me to babysit his dog next week."

"Aw yes! Scouts coming over?!" Claire asked excitedly as she licked the nutella off her fingers.

Fuck, couldn't of thought of anything worse? "Yep! Gonna swing by Brad's and get him later."

"Sweet! I can take him for walks when you're on night's, It'll be nice to have company when I get home."

As Chris gritted his teeth at the stickiness of his lie, Claire busied herself by preparing a second nutella sandwich. Most likely for him, since he always asked for half of her nutella sandwiches when she made them, and she despised sharing food.

"So have you talked to Albert?" Claire asked as she put Chris' and her sandwiches on a plate and walked into the sitting room, with Chris in tow.

"Uh.. not since the trip, why?" Chris asked, a little confused as to why Claire cared about Albert outside work.

"No reason." Claire replied casually as she took a big bite out of her sandwiches. Weird. Chris thought as he ate his own. "Wanna see a movie tonight?" Claire asked breezily. Usually, Chris would of further prodded her on the subject, but Batman and Robin was showing tonight at the drive through. Perfect excuse to over eat and have some much needed sister brother time. Something that needs to happen in order for Chris to question Claire over the trip.

"Yeah Claire, that sounds good." Chris answered with a smile as Claire flipped on the tv, eating their sandwiches in cosy silence. A typical Saturday for the Redfield's.


"Claire! I'm in the shower! get the phone!" Chris yelled from the bathroom as Claire was sitting cross legged on her bedroom floor, reading through paper work for work the next day. Oh her headache from the drinking her and Chris did the night before at the drive through was really hitting her now. Quickly jumping up from the paper covered floor, she dashed down the stairs and into the kitchen, picking up the unrelenting ringing phone.

"Hello?" Claire asked groggily, realizing that was the first thing she had said all day. Yikes, I sound tired.

"Hello Dearheart." Wesker purred through the phone, sounding his usual, composed self. Unlike me.

"Hi Albert, you didn't call me yesterday morning so I assumed you didn't need me." I lamely explain, feeling like he'll be pissed I didn't go over to do my usual paperwork.

"Not at all dearheart, I was busy yesterday, out with a friend." he explains. "I need you today to check on your blood and vitals, when can you be over?"

"About an hour?" I say as I rub my eyes, knowing I need a shower and half a gallon of mouthwash before I can go out in public.

"I'll pick you up in an hour then. See you soon, Claire." he purrs before hanging up, and I can't help but blush at the way he says my name.

"Who was that Claire?" Chris yells from his bedroom as I run back up the stairs. "Wesker, I need to go to his to go over some paperwork."

I faintly hear a grunt from Chris' room and have to laugh at his lack of an answer. I sure hope he doesn't ask questions about my willingness to go over to his house on a Sunday morning. Nah, Chris knows how Wesker is better than anyone.

I hop into the shower without delay and prepare for another round of Wesker in his natural habitat.


"Four days into enhancement, and no mutation or defects of any kind, amazing isn't it?" Wesker mused mostly to himself as he watches the computer monitor in thought.

"Two things: first, its infection, not enhancement. Second, yes, so amazing." I answer as sarcastic as possible as I stand behind him, sipping a glass of water.

"Now now Dearheart, watch that sarcasm." Wesker threatens, but I think I can see the ghost of a smirk gracing his face as he talks.

I can't believe how loose this visit it. Where has the uptight and arrogant Wesker gone today? Where ever he is, he can stay gone. I do like this friendly and.. dare I say, cute Wesker. He makes me smile and laugh as we talk about absolutely nothing. Its really nice. Maybe our talk on the way back from Victory City did us some good. It did help us vent our frustrations and then make up. Maybe the uptight Wesker and the tense Claire are a thing of the past. God I hope so.

"So, any super powers yet?" Claire playfully questions as she takes a seat beside him as he types away, not looking up from the streams of data on screen. Usually he wouldn't have such information open with civilians in the house, but its all in code, so its all meaningless to her, or anyone else not in Umbrella's circle for that matter.

"You have enhanced strength, not like your Batman or what have you, but its something." Wesker states with the wave of his hand.

"Uh, Batman doesn't have enhanced strength Albert." Claire snorts.

"Then what does he have?" Wesker asks exasperated, probably mad that he thought he had gotten it wrong.

"Uh, gadgets and women mostly." Claire laughs, and Wesker joins in with a little chuckle as he continues to type. This is so god damn weird.

It was almost surreal to be in such a warm environment that day. Talking to Wesker all day? If the idea had been pitched to her after her first week knowing him, she would of scoffed loudly at the idea, but here she was, chatting to him at his kitchen table as he typed and she sipped her water.

"Dearheart, would you like some wine?" Wesker asked around Six in the evening, and glancing at the clock made Claire jump in surprise. "Geez, its that late already?" Claire gasped at the time and the idea of drinking at this point, but quickly recovered and shot Wesker a sheepish nod. "Should you really be offering me wine?"

"I suppose not, but I'm in the mood for a glass, and wouldn't want to be rude to you."

"Well, if you don't want to be rude, I'll take a glass." Claire smirks.

"Very well, red or white?" Wesker asks politely as he stands from his computer and goes to the wine rack.

"White please." Claire asked and she can feel her cheeks heat as he flashed her a smile, taking a clear bottle from the rack and effortlessly pulling the cork out.

After filling the glasses, they retired to Wesker's sitting room. The leather couches can be quite uncomfortable, but Wesker seems to like them just fine, So she takes a sip of the wine and smirks over at him as he takes one himself. Holy fuck how did I get here! Claire's mind screamed as she bit her lip, her eye catching the darkness of the sitting room, only illuminated by a lone lamp in the corner, casting light on Wesker's face, and only Wesker's face. Its like we're the only two people in the world.

"So, Claire." Wesker began, placing his glass back on the table and giving Claire his full attention. "Are we on better terms now?"

There it was, the unspoken question we both had on our tongues all evening.

"Yes." I answer quickly, because its the 100% truth. "I think we both see where the other is coming from now. I think we'll work better now."

"Yes, work better.. " Wesker nods, watching Claire like a hawk. Claire's cheeks heat once more at the attention and for a minute, she's damn glad the room is so dimly lit, but she was sure at this point, Wesker could guess when she was flustered.

Wesker however, couldn't be happier. Now to see if I can trip her hormones into overdrive, and then we'll see who has control.

"Are you doing anything for your birthday?" Wesker asks, mercifully breaking the mini silence as Claire attempted to cool down her cheeks with a sip of the chilled wine. Only he would remember my birthday from my application form.

"No, I don't think so. I might go to a bar with Chris and a few friends or something, I haven't really decided." Claire mumbles, not really think as she rattles off the possible plans. "Of course, you're more than welcome to come, if you wanted I mean, you don't have to.. whatever you want." Claire's subconscience growls and slams her head against a wall a few times. Casual and breezy invite my ass!

"I'll have to see what night it falls on, but I'd really love to Claire." Wesker smiles a genuine smile, and though it suckers Claire in, even at this point he can't tell if he's being the manipulative person he always is, or if he's beginning to... No, her hormones are kicking in early! Keep your damn mind clear!

"It'll probably be boring, Chris probably won't even let me drink." Claire giggles and sighs at the same time, all with that cute smile on her face that makes Wesker's hand twitch to run his thumb over her lips and keep her smiling.

"Oh Claire, I know for a fact that it wouldn't be." Wesker whispers and its at this moment that Claire realizes just how close Wesker is to her. Just a few more inches and I..

Wesker's lips came down on her gently at first, testing the waters to see if she would kiss him back, and to no surprise at all, she kisses him back with feverish want. Quickly, their chaste kiss desolves into something more, and though Wesker's mind is screaming for him to take control of this and to pull away, those soft lips we're cursed, and like a parched man drinking water, Wesker was in a trance.

Slowly, he took her glass and places it on the coffee table, never breaking their kiss. Daringly, Claire nipped on Wesker's lip, making him groan loudly into her mouth, quickly dissolving into a growl as he grabbed her upper arms and shoved his tongue into her mouth, quickly dominating and exploring as she whimpered and made no move to pull away from him.

"Fuck." Wesker groaned as he felt Claire's tongue tentatively stroke his as he tried to pull away. I'm losing it, I'm losing control over this damn situation. Wesker didn't know what was worse, the fact that his mind was telling him he was losing, or that he just didn't care anymore. This test was a bust.

"Albert." Claire whimpered as he hips jerked into his, and thats all it took for him to snap and grab the hem of her shirt, pulling it quickly over her head. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he stared at her black lacey bra, and although sexy, it needed to go, and go fast.

"You can still say no." Wesker groaned as he refrained from touching her delectably pale skin.

"Or I could say yes." Claire whispered daringly, and that was all he needed to reach back and snap the bra strap open. Like a man under a spell, he shoved off her bra and threw it across the room. Oh god this is moving way too fast. Claire panicked ever so slightly as he went to grab her breasts, but feeling his fingers gently messaging her nipples, she couldn't help but groan and arch her back into his touch. "A-Albert!" she squealed as she felt him pinch roughly.

He groaned loudly as he continued to pinch and roll the little pink nubs. "God Claire, what are you doing to me?" He growled as he felt her nipples harden at the contact and quickly moved down to unbutton and unzip her jeans. "These need to go. I need to see you. All of you."

Fuck me this is hot! Claire groaned as she bit her tongue to stop from groaning. I need to tell him, we need to stop! We can't.. oh but his lips are so soft. Claire's head falls back on the couch arm as Wesker softly kisses her hip as he tugs down the offending article of clothing with haste.

Suddenly a loud clap of thunder illuminates the house and both Claire and Wesker jump at the interruption. "W-what?"

"A thunderstorm, nothing to worry about." Wesker whispers soothingly, kissing the inside of Claire's thighs as she whimpers helplessly.

"W.. wait.. I-I have to.." Claire groans loudly as Wesker nips her skin. "I have to call Chris." Claire barks out as her nails dig into the couch at Wesker's teasing.

"Tell him you're staying here, I won't have you driving home in a thunderstorm." Wesker barks as he licks a trail from the inside of my thigh to my hip. Jesus, stop or I'll tell him I'm staying for the week..

"Okay." Claire whimpers and before she can even open her eyes, Wesker has pulled her up and placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

Naked except for her panties, Claire runs out to the kitchen and feverishly dials the house phone, willing Chris to answer the phone faster. "Hello?"

"Chris! Its Claire, It's too dangerous to drive with the storm outside, so I'm going to crash on Wesker's couch for the night, and go to work with him tomorrow alright?"

"Woah Claire, theirs no need for that, I'll pick you up now."

No way! "Chris the streets are soaked with rain and theirs thunder and lightning, do not leave the house, I'll be fine here."

"Claire, are you sure?"

"Chris honestly, I'm a big girl. Just don't dri-" I hear the long beep indicating Chris has hung up, but I can't place why. "C-Chris?"

I turn to see Wesker has unplugged the phone with a smile, and I practically combust then and there. Standing barefoot is Wesker, twirling the wire around, his jeans hanging dangerously low around his waste and no shirt. Holy crap. Claire feels her heart practically skip a beat at the sight, and she tries her hardest to burn this image into her mind for later use.

"Now Claire, what shall we do?" Wesker murmurs as he stands in front of her, effectively pinning her against the worktop, his warm breathe in Claires ear, making all coherent thought dissolve. Right now, we are the only two people in the world.

The thunder crashes again, and Claire gulps back her shallow breaths. "We could play scrabble."

Wesker smirks that chesire smile that used to frighten her, but right now, it only serves to make her more desperate for him. "Or I could show you my bed." Wesker bites her lip and Claire groans loudly. "I prefer that.." she whispers as he eyes fall shut.

"I thought you would." Wesker growls as he picks her up and whisks her upstairs to his bedroom.

Its just how I remember it from all those weeks ago.. When I.. The thought has vanished as Wesker throws her on the bed and pins her down with his weight, roughly kissing her as he hooks her panties and brings them down her hips, and quickly thrown off the bed. Fuck I haven't shaved in forever! Claire's sub conscience squeaked as Wesker gently spread her legs for a closer look.

Wesker however, was thrilled. He wanted nothing more than to take the frustrations of the past few weeks out on her body right here and right now, but he couldn't just pound into her. He needed to get her ready first, and then he could worry about himself.

"Now now Claire." Wesker soothed as he gently press his thumb against her folds, making her whimper loudly at the wonderful sensation. "You're in good hands." bending down more, Wesker gently pressed a kiss to her opening before roughly swirling his tongue, making Claire buck her hips towards the wonderful source.

"Oh god, Oh god, Oh god!" Claire repeated over and over as Wesker gradually grew rougher and rougher with his tongue and teeth. He smirked as he saw Claire grab the sheets out of desperation as she tried to hold still, but to no avail. When he roughly grabbed her hips and pushed his tongue inside, Claire loudly groaned and shivered as her orgasm took her to oblivion.

Wesker was thrilled. If I have to lose to her like this, I will gladly excersize control over the situation itself.

"Hands." Wesker barked as he sat up, the reminant's of Claire's orgasm still on his lips.

"W-what?" Claire whimpered as she recovered from her orgasm.

"I won't ask again, give me your hands." Wesker growled, now slipping into the authoritative figure she was used to seeing in daily life.

In a flash, Claire's hands were in front of her. Wesker grabbed her hands and grabbed a tie from his bedside table and tied her hands together to the headboard. Claire's eyes went wide as soon as she realized there was no escape, but Wesker was too far gone. "You owe me an orgasm Claire, and I intend to get whats mine." He whispered as he grabbed the base of his erection and placed the tip to her wet opening.

"W-wait.. I.." Claire moaned deliriously, and just as Wesker began to slowly push in, Claire screamed and her breathing kicked into overdrive. "I'm a virgin! I'm a virgin!" Claire yelped, and in that instance, Wesker pulled out.

"You.. what?" Wesker asked in complete and utter surprise. He was lost for words. Claire was beautiful, she was smart, witty and well able to stand up for herself, how had a nice young man not swept her off her feet yet? "How?" Wesker whispered, watching her as her breathing returned to normal.

"I.. I've only done oral in the past, nothing passed that.. " Claire groaned as she wiggled against the bindings, hoping to get more of that delicious friction.

Wesker nodded slowly. "So.. I'm your first.."

"Please Albert, I want you to fuck me, but just take it slow, it kind of hurts." Claire quietly confessed.

Wesker shook his head and gently inserted himself, pushing very slowly, watching Claire's face the whole time. As he got deeper and deeper, her face scrunched up more and more from the initial pain. Wesker nearly pulled out completely, but when he felt Claire's legs wrap around the backs of he legs from where he knelt, he groaned and stilled, fully inside as she whimpered.

"Okay?" Wesker murmured as he gently ran his thumb against her cheek.

"Y-yeah." Claire groaned as she let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, and her legs gently pushed him into her further. "Its okay, I'm alright."

Wesker began slowly at first, giving her a chance to get used to and enjoy the sensation, and after a moment, her whimpers turned into groans and encouragements for him to go faster. Wesker groaned as he felt her grow wetter, and it become easier to thrust faster, so he picked up speed, spreading her legs wider as he thrust at breakneck pace.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum!" Claire roared from under him as he grabbed a fist full of her auburn hair and pulled. "Now baby, I need you to now." Wesker growled as he found himself going faster and faster as she spurred him on.

"Albert!" Claire screeched as her back arched and her walls contracted and squeezed him. That was it, that his undoing. "Claire!" Wesker snarled just as loud as he found his own release.

After a few minutes of hard breathing, they both gradually came down. "Oh god." Claire whispered, and frowned as he pulled out, missing his warmth and the way he filled her.

Wesker quietly untied her hands and hopped off the bed to use the bathroom.

That wasn't so bad. Great actually. Claire quietly mused as she rubbed her wrists and smiled. I'm not a virgin anymore! She wanted to squeal, but refrained when Wesker returned shirtless, wearing a pair of pyjama bottoms.

"Well, that was something." Wesker purred as he crawled over to her, offering her a t-shirt of his to sleep in. Graciously taking it, she slipped it on, but let out an involuntary yelp as she felt his fingers glide up her opening and scoop up a generous amount of their orgasm from her opening. When the t-shirt was fully in place, she saw Wesker smirking, offering his wet fingers to her.

Tentatively, she stuck out her tongue and licked up the remnants of their orgasms. Salty, but not bad. She absently thought as she sucked on his fingers for a moment.

"What a good girl." Wesker whispered as he took his fingers back.

She know she was now in way too deep, but she didn't care. That felt incredible, and she would definitely not mind doing that again. Suddenly, her face goes white as a sheet as she remembers their biggest mistake.

"I'm not on birth control." She says in a panic.

Wesker chuckles and kisses my head. "Claire, you are no longer human, we're not compatible and cannot produce a child."

"Oh.. good." She sighs in relief but in her head, she feels a sense of sadness. For what reason, she had no idea.

The thunder rumbles again and she groans at the horrible noise. Claire always did get anxious around storms. Wesker can see this and he takes pity on her.

"Would you like to go to bed?" Wesker asks as he catches her yawn and sense of dread.

"Please." Claire sheepishly nods. "Where's your guest room." Wesker then slowly wraps his arms around her body and gently lies her down with him spooning her. "I don't have one, I'd prefer you here with me." he finished quietly, pulling the comforter over their bodies.

Claire sighs in content and wants to say she had seen a guest bedroom when she'd snooped around her house and ruined his little science project, but his arms were so comforting..

Wesker nuzzled her head and slowly drifted, knowing with a hint of pride that Claire was in his bed tonight for two reasons: because he didn't want her snooping around his home anymore, and two, his guest room was preoccupied.

Preoccupied by the restrained body of James Marcus, who was lucky enough to be the first test subject for William and Albert's research with the progenitor virus.


Sorry this took so long! FRIGGIN COLLEGE ASSIGNMENTS/EXAMS/ESSAYS/PROJECTS/partying

Aw, bye James! we hardly knew ye. But we all know how the projenitor virus works.. so not bye? ooohhhhhh...

SORRY THIS HAD A LOT OF SEX. It was just necessary for the next few chapters. Oh you'll see you'll see!

Also I'm really sorry for slipping in and out of past tense narrator to present first person perspective. I'm writing a 50 shades story along side this and both of these stories are in different writing styles which is horribly confusing. I'm sorry if its confusing for you too! just presume that when I slip into present tense here, I'm doing it from the point of Claire.

See you next time! - Tanu