Chapter 4: Unintended
All characters are owned by Capcom & movie characters are Sony. Also I will now be switching POVs between K-mart/Dahlia and Wesker. For those of you who don't know, Dahlia is K-mart's real name, but she hates it. Also please forgive my "stutter" typing. Sometimes I'll type a word twice, not at all, or try to make a hybrid word.(How 1984 of me I know) I try really hard to correct them all, but alas I'm not perfect. . Oh btw, the chapter might get a little dirty ;) You've been warned.
Wesker's POV
Dahlia slept curled around me, as we laid in bed. Her head laid on my chest and I couldn't help but play with her golden curls as I went over data on my laptop. Alex had been pulling a fast one, testing her. It pissed me off. Alex was just a Wesker Child. He wasn't enhanced virally like me, but it seemed to piss my older sibling off. He wasn't perfect anymore. He wasn't completely harmless, he was ruled by his ego. Which made him stupid. Eventually, I'd have to take him out, but for now I enjoyed the competition in the financial world. I'd take him out slowly, unless he dared to threaten Dahlia again. Uroboros was proven to be deadly, but not perfect. It wasn't strong enough. My own virus fought it off.
So it was back to the drawing board. As Dahlia was here, it would have to wait. I wrapped a blanket around her as she shivered. Finally, I set the laptop aside and rubbed my tired eyes. My body didn't require much sleep, but with the rain coming down hard and the warmth radiating from Dahlia I felt the need to. Kicking my boots, to the side of the bed with a soft clank, I wrapped my arms around her. Her breathing didn't change a bit and it seemed like she cuddled even more into my body. My senses gave way to my usual light sleep soon after.
When I awoke two hours later, Dahlia's sleep was notably lighter. Getting up from the bed carefully, I kissed her warm forehead. Slipping into a fresh suit and boots, I headed for the kitchen. I spent my sweet time making her a fruit plate for when she finally woke. From the stainless steel fridge, I grabbed Greek yogurt with honey as I knew it was Dahlia's favorite. Since her blood work had shown up in the BSAA network, they had compiled a very thorough profile on her. From the files, I learned her favorites, her dislikes, school records and grades, college transcript, financial records, and the list went on. I decorated the fruit around the bowl of yogurt as I kept running her files through my mind.
The tray of food and apple juice was placed on the glass nightstand next to her. Looking at her face, I decided to clean it. Her eye make up was smudged and partially worn off due to her crying. The make up annoyed me more than anything, I decided as I applied a damp, cool wash cloth to her face, gently wiping the imperfections away. Dahlia started moving as I kept wiping her face. Her eyes fluttered open and she stared at me. I wiped the corner of her eye, ridding her perfect face of the mess.
"What on earth are you doing Wesker?" She growled as she slowly sat up.
"Cleaning your face, so you don't look like a whore." I replied cooly.
Her hazel eyes drifted over to her breakfast, then back to me. I waved my hand to the food and nodded. Very carefully, she grabbed the tray and sat it in front of her. She even sniffed the food before taking a bite of a strawberry, while her eyes stayed on me. It was like she was expecting me to pull a sinister move. If it had been anyone else, I would have. As she ate, I walked over to my walk in closet and came out with a pair of faded jeans, a black V-neck shirt, and black and pink Nikes. Her facial expression seemed surprised when I walked out.
"You might want to wear something more comfortable after your shower, if you wish one." I said dryly.
"Then what?" she asked, before placing a spoonful of yogurt in her mouth and licking the spoon clean.
"I take you home."
"Just like that?" Dahlia questioned, her eyebrows arched in pure disbelief.
"Yes. Unless you would like to stay longer." I replied simply, smirking at the last bit.
"What the hell are you playing at Wesker?" Her voice turned to fury.
"No games, just making sure you aren't making any mistakes you will regret."
She placed the tray back on the night stand carefully, then stared at me in disbelief. She swallowed hard, then leaned forward taking my face in her small hands and removing my sunglasses. Her eyes concentrated on mine. Grabbing her petite body, I sat her on my lap for a closer look. Her face emulated no signs of struggle or concern. Smirking, I leaned in closer, pressing my lips against hers. What I hadn't expected was her response. Instead of slapping me or pulling back, her small fingers were caught in my hair and her lips kissing me back fiercely with need.
Exploring her mouth with my tongue, I rocked her onto her back and she made no protest. Pushing back the blanket, I broke away to look at her. Her eyes were wild with a need for me, that I had never expected to see. My only goal was to seize this moment and I did as I leaned back down to claim her mouth. My hands roamed over her breasts and soon moans escaped her mouth. Finally I sat up, removing my shirt. Her eyes were glued to my physique though, I knew she wasn't surprised by my body in the least.
"Do you want me, dear heart?" I asked heatedly, my eyes narrowing on her body.
"No Wesker, I need you. I always have..." her voice was a soft whisper full of innocence and truth, like it was a well kept secret. It probably had been.
Pulling a switch blade from my boot, I motioned for her to be still as I cut down her tight dress. The sight of her nude made me harden. I bent my head down, placing a kiss on both of her breasts as I kicked off my boots. Her hands went to my belt, watching her have trouble, I smiled and unbuckled it. Small, nervous hands unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down. Her breath caught at the sight of my manhood that was ready for her. Unbelievably she leaned down and licked it before taking me in her mouth. My head fell back as her mouth felt incredible. My body tightened as she licked and sucked me, as I felt close I pushed her on her back gently.
My lips kissed a trail down her navel to her clean shaved mound. I licked her lips, eliciting a moan. Then my tongue moved to her inner fold straight to her clit, which I started licking in slow lazy circles. Her breathing became erratic as I my finger slipped slightly inside her where it hit the hymen. She was tight, so very tight. I was scared I'd be too thick for her first time. I didn't want to hurt anymore than necessary, I wanted her to enjoy this.
"Wesker just take me, please... please..." Her voiced begged.
Hearing her beg became my undoing. I crawled on top her and stared at her hazel eyes, studying her face. She seemed to really want me and looked frantic to some degree. My lips came down on hers gently for a chaste kiss and her arms wrapped around me.
"I'll be as gentle as I can be..." I promised. Her head nodded.
As I entered her slowly, her moan turned to a soft cry of pain and her nails racked down my back with tears in her eyes. I paused letting her collect herself and get used to feel of me. She took in a breath and I felt blood trickle down my back. I felt a ping of guilt as I must have hurt her for that much of a reaction.
"Dahlia, I'm sorry dear heart." I started apologizing.
"Don't stop Albert, please! Just don't." She replied smiling slightly.
For a while I moved my hips slowly, feeling her heat and wetness build. Her moans filled my ears like the sweetest melody and though I held perfect control, I wasn't sure how much more it would last. Between her being so tight and the build up of sexual tension over the years, my control was slipping to harder, deeper thrusts. Dahlia never cried out in pain and instead seemed to like it better. The deeper and harder I went the more she moaned and moved against my body. Finally, she screamed my name and I felt her climax as her muscles tightened around me. It was the end of my careful control, and I half collapsed on her as I came.
Catching myself on my elbows, I kissed her sweaty forehead. Finally pulling out, I walked into the bathroom and turned the jacuzzi tub water on. Walking back to the bedroom, I noticed she was looking down at the sheets. I cocked my head over and seen a large amount of blood. I ran with inhuman speed to her side and studying her, to make sure the bleeding had stopped and it had.
"I'm sorry dear heart, I didn't mean to do that." I said softly.
"It's not your fault, it's just my biology." she replied simply.
K-Mart's POV
Wesker seemed genuinely surprised by my lack of anger with how much bleeding had occurred. In all fairness, I did bleed his back pretty badly. Though it didn't matter since he had long since healed. He studied me for a bit, then scooped me into his arms. He was careful as he carried me to the tub. The warm and soapy water was much welcomed by my now sore body. I was shocked that Wesker left me to bathe on my own, but in a way it made it better. My emotions were quite simply a battle field. In my own way, I was trying to emotionally detach from Wesker. Losing one's virginity to the sworn enemy was in no way a brilliant way to detach, I chided myself.
After the relaxing bath, I dried off and dressed quickly. Wesker just sat on the bed watching me curiously. I could have been shy about him seeing me naked, but after losing my virginity to him... How shy could I really be? He rose as I tied the shoes. In the most bizarre behavior of him, he offered his hand. I hesitated in taking it, which made him chuckle. He lead me through the mansion. It was mostly modern themed with neutrals and silver pieces and furniture.
Unreal to me was my reaction when he opened the front door, it opened to an elevator. Maybe it had been a good thing that I was such a good sport about things. The door opened and we stepped in. Without pressing any buttons, the elevator ascended. We stepped out in what seemed another mansion. My eyes could only roll as this one was just the same as the one below the surface. Though this mansion seemed lifeless. It was depressing in a way, such beauty put to waste. It made me wonder if that's what Wesker thought about Excella. She was pretty to look at, but Wesker's intellect was well beyond her...Then it made me wonder, was I another Excella? I could feel my face crumbling as my mind was lost to waves of uncertainty.
"What's wrong, dear heart?" He said, looking at me over his shoulder.
"Just thinking..." I answered quickly, trying desperately to control my facial movements.
We cornered the garage and the black Bentley was still there, untouched. Wesker opened my door and closed it as soon as I was safely seated. By habit, I pulled the seat belt on. Wesker joined, but he placed my hand on the shifter with his hand on top of mine. Why he wanted further contact with my skin, I couldn't figure out. I tried not to think of him or this place as we left. Though I was certain if this had been Claire or Jill, they would have remembered every single detail as to lead the BSAA back here. Me on the other hand, I just wanted to hide my shame and fear.
Though Wesker had been more than gentle with me, I still felt sickened to my stomach. How in the world could I have slept with the sworn enemy? How could I just let my roaring hormones take over me so much that I slept with a man hell bent on world wide genocide? The thing that unnerved me most of was the fact that he was gentle and sweet about the whole ordeal. I rather him have tossed me around and beat me. There was no excuse for me just rolling over for him. Damned pheromones. Chemical, it's only chemical, our attraction, I tried to tell myself.
Three hours of self torment finally ended as he pulled into my driveway. We looked to each other and he released my hand. He bent over the console and kissed my forehead. The silence was golden. There wasn't anything I wanted to say, I just wanted away from him. I wanted to go back to my normal life. His hand held my chin and he kissed me fiercely, I kissed back very weakly. Tears spilled down my cheeks and I turned and opened the door, running to the door.
I heard him pull off as I entered the house. I slammed the door shut and leaned on it, finally feeling safe. My body slid down the door and I curled into a ball sobbing. Alice was the first one to find me. Her strong arms held me tight. Soon Sheva joined us, handing me a cup of hot cocoa. Eventually Alice and Sheva carried me upstairs to my bed. They just laid there with me while I cried and it made me feel human again. When my sobs subsided, Alice spoke.
"Do you need to go to a hospital or anything?"
"No, he didn't hurt me. I just...w-was..." I stammered. "scared."
"It's ok, it's ok to be scared Kay. Who wouldn't be?" Sheva told me.
"But I'm so we-we-weak." I cried, tears falling again.
"You're alive and that's what counts." Alice replied.
Sheva eventually went to bed to her own room. Alice stayed with me, feeling like she was the only one who could ever understand me, I broke down and told her everything. From what little I could remember from Arcadia till he dropped me off. Never once did she frown or look disgusted.
"What are you going to do?" she asked at the end with my head shaking.
"I think..." I rubbed my eyes and yawned. "I think I'm going to ask to be placed else where for now. I need to be away from him."
"You know I hate being apart from you, but if that's what you need, then so be it old friend." she leaned forward and hugged me. "I'll help you pack, I know it's a tough job." she smiled her usual mischievous Alice smile I had gotten oh so used to over the past six years.
After calling Dan, I started packing. Surprisingly, it was very light from my travel to Africa. Yet, just the very actions of packing made me feel suddenly empty. I was leaving home and everyone that I had came to know. It made me realize, I had never once been away from Alice in the six years I had known her. Deep inside, I wanted to ask her to come with me, but I knew Wesker would find me. We did have the tendency to be attached at the hip and the world knew it.
Alice came with me to the airport, we haven't said a word in the car. I just leaned on her shoulder as the radio droned on. Dan wasn't speaking either. Which didn't bother me. Normally I loathed silence, but for now I loved it. I wondered if he sensed my shame and shattered pride, like I was wearing the scarlet letter. It was silly to think about, but I still wondered.
As I exited the car, Dan helped with the luggage. Alice just stood there, a look of panic on her face. My guilt started gnawing at my insides.
"It's not permanent. I promise." I smiled to her.
"I know, I'm just not liking the idea of you alone." she said quietly, which meant she was upset. Other people choke with emotion, Alice just grew quiet. It was one her many admirable traits.
"I'll be ok. I just need time to get my head straight. I promise I won't do anything completely reckless. I love you Alice." I leaned in and hugged her.
"I love you too Kay. Take care of yourself." Tears finally spilled from her eyes.
Dan walked with me to my gate after I checked my luggage in.
"You have a worldwide permit to carry weapons on you. I suggest you do it. Wear visible holsters for all I care, just stay armed Dahlia."
"Would dual shoulder and hip holsters be enough to make you feel better?"
"Carry a few knives too. You'll never know when they will come in handy, but believe me they do." he replied, his eyes turned to me.
"You know I'd carry my rifle if I could."
"You know I feel shotguns are better." he retorted. Typical Dan, arguing with me like a dad over guns. He liked shotguns and I liked high powered rifles.
He grabbed his bags and took out my holsters. I smiled, though I had figured I'd need to buy new ones in London. He had modified my shoulder holster on the back to carry large knives. First he helped me into a kevlar vest, then he helped me into the holsters, then started putting the weapons in place. After placing my desert eagles on my legs, I had me my BSAA badge which was now held on silver necklace.
A few bystanders looked, but they quickly looked away. It just seemed normal for them. Weird, how the world used to be so nervous about law enforcement, but now they liked the sight. At the beginning of the biological war we hid the fighting, as time grew on... We had to expose it to keep people safe. More armed personnel was needed. So new permits were made worldwide, and for once most of the nations agreed on something. Dan walked me to the gate as we boarded.
"London will take care of you for a bit. If you sense anything, just head to Berlin. For now, I'm handing over the London Tricell case to you. You have updated clearances."
"No ones going to give me any trouble over my DNA there?" I asked smoothly.
"Nope. Unknown to you and many of the others, some of the higher ranked are infected to some degree. Fred Beasley who runs the London operation was infected many times, it's encoded a bit into his DNA. He'll be friendly and yes he knows." Dan replied.
"Can I come back home whenever?"
"Whenever you want to. In fact, your rank isn't even lowering. Since you'll be investigating and first scene reporting over there, your rank is being leveled with Chris. Since we can't lower your rank when you get home..."
"Chris can't verbally man handle me anymore." I smirked. "Thank you Dan, for everything."
"I take care of my own. We'll be anxious for your return. So get yourself together and come home. Take care Dahlia."
I hugged him before boarding the plane. I was seated first class, which was nice. It had been a first for me. Growing up in foster care wasn't fun nor privileged in any shape or form. In fact, I hadn't really had much in life, nor expected nice things out of life before Raccoon City. I was just another street kid, until Alice took me under her wing. I would have been just another pretty face, I realized as I reclined in my seat. Unknown to most people, Alice had actually adopted me after Raccoon City. I was allowed in the BSAA so young because of her. Though I wasn't allowed to do much until I turned 17.
My eyes closed and I drifted to much needed sleep. I woke up shortly before we landed. Of course, it was raining in London. There was a BSAA SUV waiting for me. Fred Beasley himself met me. Which I found odd, but maybe Dan was making sure to make things easy and careful for me. Fred Beasley was a short man, about 5'7" and had a head full of red hair. He was very pleasant and didn't ask a billion questions, thank God.
My apartment was within 5 minutes of the base. My job came with a Chevy Tahoe, it was black and unmarked, but came with internal blue flashers. He also handed me a new laptop with my new login information and the file on the Tricell case. I laid in my new bed for a while reading. From what I could figure, the Tricell incident seemed like a well formed domino effect. If it was a pure accident people would have died. There was just no way on Earth people would be that lucky.
Faded and holey jeans were thrown on as well as a black BSAA shirt and my black combat boots. After climbing into my belt and thigh holsters, I slung on my navy blue kevlar vest and finally my shoulder holsters and necklace badge. I put the files and my laptop in my pink and black backpack and took off for London's Tricell building. Remembering to drive correctly really wasn't so bad. Even better was my ability to keep my mind purely professional.
It was nice to not see the building not deserted like I seen the last time I had graced the doors. With stares following me, I walked to the front desk and asked for Alex Wesker. The middle-aged secretary seemed shocked by my appearance. It wasn't sure whether it was my arsenal of weaponry or not. Her eyes stayed on me, until Alex walked into the room. He wore a black suit with a black shirt and an azure silk tie. His appearance was so close to Wesker's that it made me sick. Smiling, he spoke.
"Ms. Abernathy, I wasn't expecting you to be the lead investigator."
"Expected the unexpected Mr. Wesker. Especially around me." I replied, unphased.
He waved his hand in front of the elevator in an annoyed manner. Smiling, I followed.
"I will be busy in the higher labs, spend as much time as you wish within the lower ones where the outbreak happened."
"Oh no, Mr. Wesker. I intend to sweep every little bit of this compound until I find the answers I seek. In all of my work, never once have I seen an incident without causalities. I don't believe in luck Mr. Wester." My brows perked.
"By all means, have fun Dahlia." He mused.
"You might want to stick to Ms. Abernathy." I retorted, my voice full of disgust. It was bad enough to have one Wesker child infatuated with me, but two would be my breaking point. Though deep down I knew, I didn't feel a thing for Alex. Albert Wesker on the other hand was another story. He would be my breaking point. Which was why I chose to be so far away from him. I liked being whole.
AN: So what do you guys think so far? Also this was my first full lemon, so please review. Also here is the playlist I listened to while writing this chapter.
Unintended: Muse
Teardrop: Massive Attack
Beautiful Lies: B-Complex
Bliss: Muse
Touched: VAST
The Requiem: Linkin Park
