I'm glad you all liked this so much! :D And thank you Allatez and Light for your suggestions, and of course everyone else who asked for/hinted at pairings. It means a lot to me, and I'll definitely fit them in.
Warning: Rape, some violence...Should be prepared for that, though, since it's Wesker. .
~~~~~Line Breaker~~~~~~~
All Leon could do was lay there, his mind not catching up to what his eyes were seeing. He was really on his back, and had the creator of Uroboros on top of him. He was scared; if this was heading where he thought it was, then he suddenly wished he had died any of those times before. Against William, against Javier, against Saddler, against any of the monsters that Umbrella had pumped out. All of it seemed better than being reduced to this.
"W-wait, please wait." Leon couldn't stop his mouth from moving, despite hating how powerless and weak he sounded. "Don't do this, I'm begging you."
Wesker raised an eyebrow, and Leon shuddered; he wished he was still wearing the sunglasses. "You seemed surprised, Kennedy. Why shouldn't I keep you all when soon, the lowly humans left in the world will view me as a God?"
He wished that he had something he could say, a way to defy the man. But Leon wasn't thinking right and he didn't have any smart-ass comments, didn't have any sarcastic remarks. He was…scared. He was sick of pain, sick of being used, and it looked like that at least, for him, Wesker wasn't interesting in hurting him.
He just wished that it would be only Wesker…but he wasn't holding out much hope.
It seemed that the older male could tell what he was thinking, because he just smirked and leaned forward, their noses brushing again. "I'll give you a choice, Leon." Said man shuddered, heart racing. "Kiss me, and you'll be a deity, and have my protection. Otherwise, I'm going to fuck you and then throw you back into your room, letting them all see what you've been reduced to, and you'll sit there, knowing that it'll keep happening. For the rest of your life."
As sickening as it was, the choice was easy. He hesitated the briefest of seconds and then kissed him, though didn't touch him. He wasn't sure what to do with his hands; he just pressed up against him and obediently opened his mouth when he felt the others tongue run along his bottom lip.
Wesker pulled back, lips against Leon's ear as easily ripped off the others shirt. "Good boy."
His pants were removed, though not as violently. He would be able to wear them after this, if he was 'allowed'. He just couldn't believe that he and the rest of the BSAA were reduced to sex toys.
Wesker paused to look him over, his hands ghosting over the faint scars along his body. The younger blond frowned; he didn't let anyone see them, not even Claire knew about them. He saw them as flaws, proof that he couldn't always do what he needed to. Most of them were from Raccoon City, a permanent reminder that he had failed Sherry in keeping her safe.
"Tyrant claws." The once-STARs muttered, coming across the largest of his scars; it went from his back to past his bellybutton. "From who?"
He struggled to keep his tongue working. "William Birkin…Tried to stop him from attacking Sherry."
He flinched when the ones along his upper chest were touched. "Lickers…I'm impressed you're still alive, Kennedy."
"My good luck." He muttered. "Guess since he's dead, I can thank you for the monsters then."
Instead of responding, Leon yelped when the supposed God reached down and grabbed his cock. He somehow wondered when Wesker had removed his gloves, but the thought flew out of his mind when he was squeezed. His face flushed when he began to harden, hands clenching against the wood of the floor.
"S-stop!"
Wesker bit the lobe of his ear, causing him to shudder and slowly melt. "Behave."
His hand began to move, turning Leon into a puddle. He hadn't had any physical contact in actual years, being a slave to the Government. Finally, he decided that he'd risk it and gripped the man's shoulders, choking back a whine.
Grinning, the ex-Captain licked two fingers of his other hand and reached behind the dirty blond. Though distracted, the once cop immediately stiffened upon feeling the sudden intrusion.
"Relax." He said. "Or else this'll hurt."
Leon's eyes widened, realizing that this was really happening and he could only do as ordered. He shamefully put his face in between Wesker's neck and shoulder, jumping when he felt the pain of being stretched.
"It…hurts…" he hissed, shocked when the man shivered. 'I really caused that just now?' "Captain…"
He felt it again. He really had the man fully lusting over him. The shame came back in full, but he realized that he might be able to use this. The only downside would be that he needed to wait; he needed the other to think that he was resigned to his fate.
Could he hold out that long?
However, Leon also realized right then the consequence of teasing him. Both fingers were roughly shoved inside of him, and the only thing to stop him from screaming was he bit down on the blond man's leather armor.
The fingers were removed. Wesker bit his ear, unzipping his shirt and made Leon to take off his pants so he didn't have to removed himself from the other. The lithe man froze up upon seeing the other; he decided that he was being punished for something he must've done. There was no way Wesker would fit inside of him without it hurting desperately.
"Kennedy," he looked up, pale, and was surprised at being kissed again, somewhat gently.
He quickly found out what the cause of the act of compassion was. It hid the scream when the other forced himself in.
'Kill me, kill me, please just fucking kill me. I've never felt pain like this before,' He just kept screaming, not realizing that he was clenching up his body and making it worse. He just couldn't stop, he didn't even realize that he was crying until the other male pulled back.
His eyes glowed, almost blindingly so, as he panted, looking down at the former cop. He hadn't expected Kennedy to be so tight, untouched, given his looks and the situations he'd been in. He knew Saddler to be a bit sadistic, and having Leon taken over by the Plaga, he assumed-
"Hurts…" Leon whined, tears still rolling down his cheeks.
"I'll wait." He said, probably the only hint that his humanity was still left inside of him. "Relax."
"Easy for you to say." The dirty blond snarled. He felt blood running down his legs.
Still, he tried. It hurt a little less, his body slowly adjusting. He was surprised to see that he was still hard despite the pain. Did that mean he liked it, or was it just because he knew it was sex? 'Probably not the time to be deciding the fine lines of sexuality right now,'
"Okay," he said, still clutching Wesker's shoulders. "Okay, I'm ready."
Wesker pulled out, keeping an eye on the others face before he thrusted back in. Leon groaned, feeling like the breath was knocked out of him and the pain came back, though not as intense. Maybe it was because he was bleeding that it eased the pain. Great.
But then, his vision turned white and his back arched as he felt something inside of him hit by one of Wesker's thrusts. He must've made a lot of noise because the blond man chuckled, hitting it again and again until Leon didn't remember his own name, where he was, or what was happening.
"I didn't expect you to be so vocal." Wesker purred as the younger male arched again.
"Smug…b-bastard."
Leon tried to keep his mouth shut then, not wanting to give Wesker the satisfaction that he'd already done, but found it impossible. He'd never felt anything so raw before. He tried to curl into himself but it was impossible since Wesker had gripped his wrists, leaving large bruises.
"I…I'm gonna…"
He tried to form words. His tongue didn't seem to be working, unless he was moaning and crying out. Still, the God seemed to understand what he was getting at and just continued his ministrations, now breathing hard and panting, growling whenever Leon was particularly loud.
"Wes…"
He bit the dirty blonde's neck, growling again. "Captain."
Leon's face flushed. "C…Captain!"
He came violently, feeling a mixture of shame and guilt and amazement. He hadn't been touched the entire time, but still came…and he did so rather quickly. Or so he thought; he had no idea how long it all took, and he didn't care. He was just trying to get his brain to work, the fuzziness out of his vision.
Wesker's teeth clamped down on Kennedy's neck again, drawing blood as he came inside of the other. He could usually go a lot longer, but when Leon had called out the last time had completely undid any control he had.
Unfazed, he pulled out and stood, watching the lithe male pant on the floor. He'd have to get someone to clean up the blood and semen. Grinning, he lifted Leon easily into his arms and gently set him into the unused bed. It was his private chambers, but Wesker didn't sleep. It was the only thing he missed from his humanity.
"Sleep, Kennedy, and I assure you that you'll remain undamaged."
Leon could only nod, lying on top of the satin sheets. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow. Wesker grinned. He had already bent the agent, now he would break Redfield, re-stabilize Jill, and think of how he'd break the rest of them. He definitely wanted to do so with little Claire. He had a good idea how.
"Albert?"
He raised an eyebrow when Krauser walked into his room without knocking. The ex-Solider gave him a nod before his eyes trailed over to where Leon was. Though nothing changed in his expression, Wesker knew him too well; he was thoroughly shocked to see his once partner.
"Even Kennedy?" he asked, unnecessarily.
The blond chuckled. "Even Kennedy. I've wanted to meet him for a while now but as we know, the American Government has had him busy."
Krauser forced his eyes away. "I've brought them back like you wanted…"
"Good. If you would, bring Ms. Redfield into the Cage. And since you've worked so hard, I'll allow you to pick one of them."
The soldier again looked over at Leon but forced them away. Another time, he'd ask to have a go at him; Wesker being so generous was unusual so he knew he needed to pick someone else.
"The girl." He muttered, annoyed at the amusement on his boss's face.
"I'll have her brought to your room after you drop off Claire." The blond walked out the door, making sure that Krauser followed. "And Jack…Make sure no one touches Kennedy. He's mine."
He walked off, towards the lab. Krauser didn't immediately go to where the prisoners were kept, feeling a dark feeling crawling at his chest. True, he respected Leon a lot, but he felt something akin to jealousy. The American was the enemy, but already had Wesker's approval…and though Jack did as well, he still had to work for it. Albert Wesker accepting nothing less than perfection.
'And Kennedy just sits there, using his looks to be the top pet or some shit.'
He was being unfair and he knew it. Leon had had some really bad bruises and he knew that it wasn't willing. Still, Jack sighed and went off to get Claire Redfield. He had a pretty good idea of what Wesker had in mind for her.
~~~~~Line Breaker~~~~~~~~~
Chris was immediately on guard when the doors closed to their new room. It was a nice place, though no bedding; just silk couches and wood floors. He had made Jill lay down, her head in his lap. She hadn't slept in the past few days of people arriving into their cell, and she only did once he promised that he'd be right there to make sure that nothing happened to them.
Claire was sitting by the barred windows, pale and not speaking. It seemed to hit her that Leon was possibly being tortured because of her, and nothing he said would change her mind. She just sat there. Chris wished he could do something but there was too much going on right now.
"Chris," Sheva was sitting in an armchair in front of the fireplace next to him. "What do you think's going to happen to us?"
"I wish I knew." Chris answered. "Right now we need to focus on staying alive. When Kennedy comes back, he might be in rough shape so we need to be ready for anything."
Finally, Claire moved, getting up and coming over by them. "Chris…do you think he's still alive?"
The dark haired male smiled. "Of course. Wesker wouldn't drag us all out here only to kill us. Me, maybe, but not everyone else."
Sheva sighed. "I had no idea he hated you so much."
"The feeling's mutual."
Claire wanted to say something else but was stopped. The door opened, and in walked a large man with a scar running down his chin and lips. She recognized him from when Leon had showed her pictures; it was Jack Krauser, his old partner.
His eyes immediately found her. "Claire Redfield, come with me."
"What's with dead people not staying dead?" she muttered darkly, doing so.
Chris wanted to jump up but couldn't with Jill on him. "Wait, what do you think you're going to do with her?"
"Chris," Claire interrupted whatever remark Krauser was going to snap at him. "It's fine, I can take care of myself. Just…make sure Jill's okay, alright?"
She smiled reassuringly then left with Krauser. She tried to map out where they were and where she was heading. The place was made of stone, like a giant castle. Their door was impossible to open without an odd, round indention. That made things a bit harder on escaping.
She memorized the turns and how many floors they went down. Soon, there were no windows and Claire assumed that they must be underground. Krauser didn't talk, didn't need to. She wasn't going to run, not after what had happened in their previous cell. She wouldn't make Leon's sacrifice in vain.
"In here."
It was a steel door, out of place in all the wood and stone. Krauser swiped a card, unlocking it, and she walked in, eyes blinded by the bright lights. She covered them with an arm, hearing the door close and lock behind her.
"No way…"
She froze, forgetting that lights burned her retinas as she moved her arm, eyes looking, searching. The room was all white, no windows, doors, nothing to distinguish the walls from the floor. Still, her eyes were drawn to the boy sitting in the corner, curled up around his knees.
He was older now…reddish hair fell into blue eyes, his skin pale and fitting in with his background. His cloths were all black, a tight turtleneck with fitting jeans. From what she could see of him, he would be taller than her now.
"…Steve?"
"Claire!" He jumped up, smiling as he wrapped his arms around her. "Claire, I missed you! I thought…well, I thought that maybe you couldn't get away from Alexia, I wasn't told anything. I just remember waking up here and I tried to ask but He told me that I'd find out one day on my own."
"What?" Claire pulled back slightly, confused. "Who said that? Steve, what's going on, how are you here? You…you died…I checked! I sat there forever; I know you were dead…"
A dark look passed through his eyes as he back up, arms at his sides. "Aren't…aren't you happy to see me?"
She blinked, feeling guilty about hurting his feelings. "Of course!" She smiled. "I did miss you, of course I did! But I'm trying to figure this all out, we're prisoners here and-"
"Prisoners?" Steve laughed and Claire realized that his voice had deepened ever so slightly. "Naw, this is my room! It's not very personal, of course, but He said that I'd get my own if I proved myself."
"Who?" Claire asked, suddenly fearing what exactly Steve had gone through.
"Wesker!" He said, still smiling. "He brought me back to life. I don't know the details, I think it was something about the Veronica Virus…I'm not very good at the science-y stuff. But He's been letting me work on it, and I can actually control my virus. It's awesome, I'll have to show you if He lets me."
The dark haired girl frowned, not sure if she was hearing this right. Steve seemed to worship Wesker…why? The man was evil, was the cause of what happened to Rockford…for what happened to his Dad.
"Steve…" she grabbed his face to make him look at her. "What did he do to you?"
He looked confused, a little bit hurt. "What do you mean? He saved me, Claire. I'm alive because of Him."
"Wesker doesn't save people." She said passionately, hatred dripping from her words. "He's the one who attacked Rockford, he told me he was stealing your body because of the virus inside of it, threatened to bring you back to hurt me. I thought I lost you, Steve, and he almost took Chris from me too." She let go, rubbing viciously at her eyes. "You, Chris…and now maybe even Leon."
Silence; she sighed, getting a rein on her emotions again. She wouldn't cry; Claire knew that it wouldn't help, wouldn't fix anything. She looked back up, wondering why he hadn't said anything and was shocked. He looked…angry. Betrayed. Maybe Wesker had never told him about Rockford.
"Steve…"
He walked away from her, shoulders shaking. "He warned me."
Completely thrown, she asked, "What do you mean?"
"He warned me that you would try to turn me against him." Steve snarled, causing Claire to jump back. "I've been living here for the past six years, Claire, and He's taken care of me! Did you bother to look for me? You said Wesker threatened to bring me back to life, did you look into if He succeeded?"
"Steve…" Claire hesitated, reaching out for him. "Steve, I'm glad you're alive. Really. But Wesker is evil, we need to stop him."
He shook his head. "Why? So I can reunite you with your precious Leon?"
Claire tried to think of something to say, tried to find words. She couldn't believe that Wesker had turned him on her…granted, he never got a chance to meet the man, when she ran into him, she'd been alone. But the utter adoration on his face…
"Having a nice reunion?"
The clipped tone made a surge of hate flow through her. Claire turned, seeing the very man that had caused this all standing there. He looked the same, not a scratch on him, not a hair out of place. She worried even more about Leon.
"Based on the looks on your faces, I'd say not." Wesker purred, smirking. "Steve, I expected you to be happier to see her, I brought her all the way out here for you."
Steve looked down at his feet, face slightly red. Claire wanted to smack him, acting like a child. "Sorry, I just…Claire's not how I remember her."
As if he hadn't expected this, the blond frowned, gloved hands tapping his chin slightly. "Hmm…Interesting."
"What did you do to him?" Claire snarled. "Tell him the truth, Wesker! Tell him that you're an insane psychopath. Tell him what you're doing to the rest of the world."
"Shut up!"
She was surprised that it was Steve that shouted, even more so when he stepped in front of the older man as if to protect him. 'No…dammit, Steve, don't you see what he's doing? He's turning you against me,'
"I already know what's going on out there!" the boy shouted. "I helped! Happy now, Claire? I helped put Uroboros together. And all I asked was that you be safe, here with me…but your brother tainted you with hatred, and you're too worried about 'Leon' to see it!"
She gaped at him. "Steve, he's turning you against me!"
"You already did that!"
Wesker grabbed the boy's shoulders, face again emotionless. "It seemed that Ms. Redfield is walking in her big brother's footsteps."
"I hate you." Claire hissed at him. "Forget anything that Chris told me about you, you're a monster. I tried to convince him that you had some semblance of humanity left in there somewhere since you let him go back in Antarctica but it seems I was sorely misguided."
"Wes…" As if she couldn't be more surprised, Steve seemed to have a fucking pet name for the man. "Wha…what do I do?"
Wesker pondered it. Claire began to feel fear creep into her heart. He could make Steve do anything to her. Turn her, beat her, maybe he'd even kill her. But she couldn't grasp it. Steve had fought Alexia, had died, for her. How did the ex-Captain so easily convert him?
"Break her."
Two little words. Claire briefly wondered what that entitled, exactly, but was too afraid of the look on Steve's face. At first, he was surprised, hesitant, but then he just nodded and grinned, blue eyes flashing inhuman red.
"I…I can do that."
"Make sure she stays intact, though, or else you'll ruin the whole reason she's here." Wesker said, turning and leaving the room.
"Sorry, Claire." He sure as hell didn't look sorry. "I don't want to hurt you. But if you're threatening God, then you'll have to be turned."
He didn't change. He didn't warp in front of her eyes, the only difference was that his eyes stayed red. But he walked up to her, an odd stance in the way he walked. He was almost…predatory.
"Steve…?"
He grinned. "Don't worry, Claire. After this, you and I can be together. I still love you, of course, but I'm a soldier now. I need to protect Him."
He reached out and grabbed her ponytail, the other snaking under her shirt and rubbing one of her breasts. Claire froze for a second before she snarled and kicked him in between the legs. He dodged her, throwing her down to the ground.
"I think you'd be even more beautiful when we add you." He said, seemingly not caring about the fact that he had just molested her. "Maybe the Veronica Virus, like me? Wes has wondered if you can breed the viruses, just hasn't had a chance to test it. I could make him proud by showing Him that we can."
Claire shook her head. "He's warped you, Steve."
He glared at her, eyes flashing. "Don't be stupid, Claire. You're the one who's been warped. You should be grateful that He's keeping you alive!"
He laughed, clamoring on top of her. "I missed you, Claire. After all these years, we can be together. I don't even mind if you've sold yourself out to that Leon guy, or maybe some of your officials. Was he your first? He's pretty lucky then."
She blushed but still snarled at him. "You son of a bitch!" She tried to knee him in the groin but he moved out of the way again. "You don't know anything! Leon's being tortured here because of me, I need to save him!"
Steve snickered at her. "You must love him a lot. I heard that you've been working your way through TerraSave. How many people did you have to sleep with to do that, Claire?"
She glared at him. His words were cutting through her, mostly because it was Steve. She never dreamed that he'd be turned into a puppet…She wished she had tried harder to protect him from Wesker.
Though, all thoughts fled her when he pulled down her jeans, ignoring the way his sharp nails left red marks in their wake.
"I'll break you, Claire." He said, eyes glowing. "Then we can be together."
~~~~~Line Breaker~~~~~~~
So, second chapter is done. . I'm not so good at writing smut, so I hope that first part of the chapter was ok. And it's up to you all what happens to Claire. So, she hopes that you all review and save her!...Or not, I don't care. XP
Now, I like Steve. I mean, sure, he was kinda annoying, setting off traps that I made sure not to set off, but it was cute how much he cared about Claire. That being said, it's been, what? Six, eight, years since Code Veronica? He'd change by then.
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