Claire Redfield sat on the couch in the living room of her apartment. It had been six years since the incidents in Raccoon and Rockfort Island. Things had finally straightened out and gone back to normal. She went back to college and worked covertly with her brother in underground Anti-Umbrella activity. After the fall of Umbrella she took on a normal life for a twenty-five year old.

Tonight was just like any other night. She had closed her mechanic shop and come home to a single meal. Now she was watching television; the usual routine. All seemed normal. Oh, how wrong she was. There was the clash of breaking glass and three figures rushed through the broken window. Her training with Chris had paid off. She leapt to her feet and whipped out the custom-tuned Samurai Edge he had given her. With two quick pulls of the trigger the weapon fired and one of the figures dropped.

"Neutralize target! No lethal force!"

The voice was deep and muffled by his gear. His eyes glowed red and his black suit creased with as he ran towards her. He batted the gun from her hand before she could fire again and caught her with a right hook across the jaw. Claire tumbled back but sprung up to her feet, rotating on her hands and twirling her legs about; tripping the attacker. She sprang on him and snatched the knife from his chest. Just as she was about to bring it down into his throat she saw the tip of a black combat boot headed her way. She took the kick to the jaw and tumbled back, crying out. She rolled several times on the floor and looked up, seeing the man barreling down on her.

"Who the hell are you guys!"

Claire yelled as she grabbed her coffee table and threw at him before turning to run. She had the extra firepower she needed in her room, if only she could get there. The distraction did little to slow down the other attacker. Claire stopped and spun her leg around, attempting to roundhouse this new attacker. Almost with too much ease, he caught her foot and stared at her, his eyes glowing red from behind the mask. Claire swore she could hear him laughing, but it could have just been the muffled breathing.

"This is the end of the line sweetheart."

He yanked her towards him and hit her with a very powerful clothesline. As she flipped through the air she saw the swirling of the lights on her ceiling and then she hit the floor with a thud. The last thing she remembered was seeing the masked face of her attacker. The attacker lifted the unconscious Claire Redfield and tossed her his shoulder. He looked to his remaining comrade and nodded.

"Mission accomplished. Dispose of the casualty."

"Yes sir."

"Evac, this is Hunk. The subject has been extricated. Reporting to evac point."

"Copy that, Hunk."

Once on the roof Hunk and his compatriot boarded the chopper with Claire and buckled her in. The agent that Claire had managed to shoot down was stripped of his outfit and left in a dumpster; a murder investigation of a "homeless man" would keep the police busy enough. Hunk removed his mask and took a deep breath. He loved his job and took a great sense of pride in fulfilling his mission objectives. His blue eyes traveled over to the unconscious girl next to him and he smiled. She was very cute and she proved to be a competent fighter, too bad she had never faced someone like him before.

Claire awoke and as her eyes focused she realized she was in a large room. All around her monitors were lit up and control panels flashed, flickered, and beeped. She moaned as she felt the after effects of Hunk's clothesline. As her vision cleared she got a better sense of her current situation. She was standing, but restrained to some type of device that was cool and metallic. She tried to move but her wrists were restrained by what looked like some very heavy duty handcuffs and a metal bar across her shins made sure she couldn't use her legs. She struggled, but it was all in vain. She was trapped pretty damn good. At least whoever had kidnapped her hadn't taken her clothes. She was relieved to see her boots, jeans, and shirt still intact. However that relief was soon gone.

"Welcome to my humble abode, Ms. Redfield."

The voice was very familiar. As the chair spun around Claire found herself staring down at Albert Wesker. There he sat, clear as day in his usual black attire complete with his perpetual shades and headset. He even still slicked back his blonde hair like some cool guy. Claire's eyes narrowed as she looked at him.

"Wesker, you son of a bitch! Why did you bring me here?"

Claire yelled and tried again to break free so she could wrap her hands around his slimy neck and choke the life out of him. He smiled evilly at her and stood, walking over to where she was restrained. He stopped in front of her and ran a hand across her jaw line, feeling the smooth skin of her face. He chuckled.

"You are but the bait to catch the big fish, my dear. Trust me, if I had wanted you dead Hunk would have finished the job then. You are far more useful to me alive. That is the only reason I still have you living."

He still sounded as arrogant as ever. His voice was smooth and baritone with an all too perfect enunciation on every little syllable. Claire still struggled against her restraints again though it was futile. She did all she could, which was to spit in his face. He angrily wiped away her saliva and firmly backhanded her. She whimpered and Wesker sneered, completely disgusted.

"I already have everything I need to start on my main plan. There are just a few loose ends left to deal with. Your brother…..he has been a pain in my side for the last six years and I must crush all my enemies before the final phase can begin."

Before he could continue his headset beeped and he placed a hand over the earpiece. He listened closely and a huge smile appeared on his face. He let out that trademark sinister chuckle and turned back to look at Claire.

"Even better, now everything is complete except your brother's death at my hand."

"Why do you even want to kill him! What did he do to you, Wesker!"

Wesker reached up and removed his shades, revealing his yellow cat eyes. He narrowed them as he walked back to Claire, getting right up in her face. As he spoke, Claire realized how much hatred was in his eyes and the anger in his voice. This man was completely out of his mind.

"Chris Redfield ruined everything! Because of him the Spencer Mansion went up in an explosion and I was unable to procure any samples or test data. All of that research was for nothing! If the few remaining B.O.W. hadn't of wandered in Raccoon City I wouldn't have gotten a virus sample. For ruining my initial plan to destroy Umbrella, your brother will pay the price with his own blood!"

"Revenge? That's a little petty, even for you."

"You know nothing!"

He slapped her again and grabbed her by the throat. Claire sneered back at him as his grip tightened and the air began to leave her throat. Suddenly, the sliding door opened with a "whoosh" as the airlock let go. Wesker let go of Claire and slipped his Aviators back on. He turned back to see an Asian woman in a red dress walk in. She tossed a purple vial through the air and Wesker quickly snatched it. He looked down and smiled.

"Good job, Ada. I've been informed you retrieved the other Plagas samples as well?"

"Yes. The island is gone and Leon escaped with the girl."

Claire's ears perked up. Leon? Did she mean Leon Kennedy? It couldn't have been. Leon disappeared after the Raccoon Incident and hadn't been seen sense. The last time Claire heard from him, he was being trained to work for the government. Was it him? She'd never know, it wasn't like Wesker or this Ada woman would tell her no matter how she much begged. She watched the woman hand Wesker a briefcase and he nodded again. She left the room and then he turned back to her as he placed the white case on a nearby control panel.

"If that sounded familiar, my associate ran into your old friend Leon during her mission. She said he was doing very well. So….where were we?"

"What do you mean?"

Her voice was bitter and full of acid. Wesker walked back over to her and leaned in, looking her right in the eye. She returned the look with narrowed, angry eyes. Her eyes went wide when he kissed her. She struggled and managed to pry her lips away. Since he was so close Claire bit him, pushing her teeth down as hard as she could into his bottom lip. With a scream Wesker pulled back and she could see the blood dribbling down his chin. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and almost instantaneously the wound healed itself.

"I like it when women play rough….."

"Go to hell!"

"I've already been there. Nice place, really. Don't resist me, Claire…."

He leaned in and kissed her again. She had to admit, he was a hell of a kisser. This time she didn't resistas much. Her mind raced with the question of why she was doing this as she returned Wesker's kiss and moaned against his lips. He was glad to see her returning his interest. Albert Wesker wasn't a man who believed in relationships, though he was a man and believed in carnal pleasures. He finally pulled away from Claire and reached into his pocket. He removed what looked like an ordinary choker necklace and slipped it around her neck. She looked down at it and then back to him, realizing that he was undoing her leg restraints.

"That necklace you wear has a self-destruct mechanism. If you try anything, all I have to do is push a button and you'll be blown sky high. I'm going to release your binds so we can enjoy this encounter."

Once her binds were undone she threw herself onto him. Wesker fell back onto the table and let his hands roam over Claire's back as she lie atop him. She found herself kissing Wesker and enjoying it. The man was total slime but in this one moment Claire was definitely attracted to him. She removed his sunglasses and looked into his eyes before kissing him again. He reached back and placed his hands on her denim covered ass. God, it was tight and firm.

She stood and pulled Wesker up with her, gripping the collar of his shirt. She began unbuttoning it, exposing the toned muscles underneath. As his shirt fell to the floor Wesker literally ripped her tee shirt in half and snapped the clasp of her bra in half, letting it fall as well. He picked her up and began kissing her again. Claire wrapped her legs around his waist and he held her up by gripping that oh so wonderful tight rear end of hers. After several more moments of kissing he placed her back on her feet and pushed her towards the table they were laying on a minute ago.

She struck it back first and smiled as the tall blond closed in on her. When he got close enough she grabbed his crotch and squeezed, feeling the stiffness there. He leaned in to kiss her again but she stopped him. She smiled seductively and then dropped to her knees. She worked at unfastening his belt and then undid his black pants. He watched as she reached in and pulled out his erection.

"Let me show you my specialty, Wesker."

Claire leaned in, taking his stiffened manhood into her mouth. She let it slide all the way to the back of her throat and held it there, wrapping her tongue around it over and over again. He placed a gloved hand atop her head and sighed deeply. She pulled her head back until just the tip was in her mouth and began to suckle it like one would drink through a straw. Her head slid forward again and she took more of him into her mouth. She flicked her tongue all around and began a motion of pulling him in and out, in and out. He gripped a handful of her hair and groaned and Claire pulled back. She looked up at Wesker with an evil grin and then took him back in all the way again and reached behind, grabbing at his ass.

"That's enough, Claire…"

His voice was still smooth and well spoken, even when he was getting blown. She stood and wiped at her mouth, removing some of the saliva that had dripped onto her chin. Wesker spun her around and pushed forward. She hit the table and leaned forward, leaving her in a very prone position. Behind her she could hear the sound of Wesker stripping, removing the rest of his clothes. He stopped behind her and unbuckled her belt and then pulled her jeans down just enough to expose the black boy cut panties she wore. He took a moment to take in the sight and then pulled them down as well.

Claire leaned forward even more and spread her legs, inviting Wesker to take her. He obliged as he leaned in behind her, lightly nibbling on her ear as he entered her. She gasped and pushed back against him until she felt his body pressed against her. She growled in a low voice and began to twirl her hips, working herself against the hardness that was inside her.

"Fuck me, Wesker. Right here, right now."

"My, aren't we pushy?"

She heard his chuckle as he stood up and obliged her again, thrusting into her. Her hands gripped the edge of the table and every time Wesker pushed into her she was pushing her hips back to meet him. She began to moan after a moment and it only encouraged him to push into her harder. She cried out when he smacked her firmly across one of her ass cheeks, so he did it again. Her cries became louder as Wesker fucked her and she could hear him moaning now.

The thought of what she was doing didn't matter. Wesker had her kidnapped to use her as bait to lure her older brother into a trap and now she was having sex with him. It didn't matter, he was an incredible lay and it had been a few months since the last time she had been with someone. Finally, it became too much. She gripped the table tightly again and her voice began to quiver as the rush of a long overdue orgasm hit her. Her entire body tightened up and she thrusted her ass at Wesker again as she cried out.

"OH GOD! WESKER!"

He felt her release as she tightened around him and some of her juices splashed against him. He slowed down his thrusts as she recovered. Once she was breathing somewhat normally he began thrusting into her again at a quickened pace. She started moaning again, but this time she just lie there, letting Wesker have his way with her. He tightened his grip on her hips and gritted his teeth, groaning through the clenched pearly whites. Claire called out.

"Come on, Wesker….I know you want to."

Her voice could be very sultry when she wanted it to be. He thrusted against her several more times and then pulled out of her. Claire pushed her ass out again as he stroked himself. With a loud moan she felt the warm liquid of his release splashing onto her exposed ass and it made her moan. She listened to the sounds behind her; Wesker breathing heavily and then zipping up. She stood and pulled her black panties back up and jumped when she felt Wesker give her a sharp spank. She laughed and then pulled her tight jeans back up.

"What are you going to do with me now, Albert?"

He stopped and turned back to her, looking at her over his shades which were resting on the brim of his nose. He pushed them up and tossed her his black button-down shirt since her tee was ripped into two pieces.

"The name is Wesker, and you can get dressed. You can come with me to the kitchen. Remember, if you try anything I'll set off your explosive. I also know you Redfields are very good at improvisation. Just remember that if you do bypass my little choker, this compound is filled with armed men. Not even a Redfield could get past all of them."

"You're good, Wesker…..Real good."

He opened the door by swiping his access card and turned back to her, upper body exposed since she had his shirt. He slipped the card into his pocket and gave her that Wesker smile with one canine exposed.

"I know."