Kiba ( 牙 ) means tusk or fang.

Please note that I think Wesker is a bit OOC in here. He's afraid of ghosts. Although he's a bit tsundere or in denial about them, I wanted to write about him having the greatest fear. So... I found it interesting if his greatest fear was something that didn't exist at all. Haha.

Reader has no name; everyone refers to her as "Detective". Only Kevin calls her "Sunshine".

I might add more tags for each new chapter or delete them, and thank you so much for the kudos. It means something to me.


Albert leaned closer. "What are you thinking right now?" He licked your earlobe. His tongue felt warm under your skin.

He wasn't leaving any part of you untouched, not to mention how wonderful it felt when he pleased you with such a simple gesture. There was a slight moment when your brain seemed to shut down like a blue screen on a computer, receiving an error message from your brain to your body.

Your legs shook In response to this beneficial treat. 10 seconds later, you clenched your fists into the bed sheets, trying to hold yourself back. Of course, it makes him chuckle cutely.

You can't remember how or why you both ended up in bed, sharing the same passion with a kiss beneath you. As you remember, it was a cloudy day; a black sky followed a thunderstorm within. Tighten that yellow jacket of yours as you run down the watery street. Running through the rain is a bad idea. You can't see better options, or you are just… being stupid.

…and you saw him, Albert, in the middle of the street, surrounded by pedestrians. He was standing still and had raised his head. The cold water dripped onto his pale skin. You lent a hand to him and tapped his stiff shoulders. A smile formed on your face.

You can't remember what happened next; it all seemed blurry and weird. The muttering in your ears is getting louder and odder.

Suddenly, you and Albert are magically transported into your apartment, and he sits beside you. The cold weather covered his skin, and he asked for more heat under them.

Shrugged, he said calmly. "It's cold, Detective. How about if I…"

Your eyes widened slightly as a moan escaped from your mouth. Trapped by his touch… against your lips, they collided in a passionate kiss. You were his willing victim.

You could taste the rich, dark flavor of black coffee mingled with the sweetness of a chocolate cake he had eaten hours ago. Every sensation in his mouth filled your mouth. You were almost losing yourself… his kiss was so good. It would be naive to reject that.

The moonlight roamed the entire room, its light beaming above your head as if it were a tiara made of twilight. And Albert was the one who placed them at the top of your head.

You can see his attractive body from your sightlines, which are usually covered by his S.T.A.R.S. uniform. You admired his figure from above, touching his nose tip with yours, making your face closer… and closer… to him.

Albert's skin is paler than yours, and it feels like you could leave an obvious red mark if you give him some love bites under them. Step by step, one by one, from time to time, you moved your hands, and your fingertips caressed his broad chest slowly and gently in a teasing manner. Your touch made his smile grow even wider, causing a slight rosiness to appear on your face.

Oh, Wesker, such a beautiful sight. It would be a beautiful piece of art if I left some love bites on your skin, making them look so obvious for everyone to see that you belong to me. You're mine, and mine alone.

Without a stern line on his forehead, he looked younger than you. His eyes seemed calmer this time. His blue eyes fell gracefully into your gaze, like a new star in the Milky Way. They appeared bluer under the light of your bedroom. A golden glow emanating from his hair covered his figure in loveliness; he couldn't hide his beauty from you.

He moved his fingers to touch your sweaty forehead, admiring your face as if you were his best creation.

Albert is a completely different person this time. The softness of his voice, the way he called your name, his slight moan, and those gorgeous eyes are set solely on you.

"You're so beautiful," he added. "…and this beautiful woman should be treated well. You deserve that."

You could feel a sympathetic tone floating as he spoke, believing that his voice sounded gentler and sweeter. Ah, it's so hypnotizing.

You had never experienced anything like this before; it was almost as if you were living out a dream you had always desired.

His sandy-blonde hair had fallen onto his sweaty forehead. You blew them away, making his strands dance. You swear that Albert's hair down suits him so well, he looks sexier than you could have ever imagined.

"You are so perfect; you are my special detective."

He continued to move his hands down, down… down… down… and stopped between your thighs. Starting to caress down there, feeling the heat from your sweet, sensitive spot with his fingers. He started to move his fingers a little bit further, moving inside a little bit deeper than they were used to, moving in and out, sinking between your thighs, and hitting the sweet spot of yours.

The feeling of his warm, big finger on the inside is driving you insane. It's insane. Insane. Insane. Each movement becomes intense and intimate.

You shook your head, felt overwhelmed, and squirmed as you let out a pleasure-filled moan. Your thighs became wetter, and the lewd sounds echoed in your bedroom. You were so eager to give yourself to him. So eager to taste more of him in your filthy fantasies, so eager to embrace him in your world.

You closed your eyes, and your breath became heavier and faster, following Albert's finger movement.

"I think it's time, Detective."

He spread your legs… placed a kiss on your neck. With only one thrust, his cock sank into yours. He's panting so hard, trying to harmonize himself with your crown.

"Ah… ah… ah… Oh, my God, Detective, you're so tight… I can show you everything we can do together."

"Uhm… Wesker…"

"Yes? Can I move now, Princess?"

Your body squirmed. "Oh… Oh… mhh, yes."

He continued thrusting his cock harder, warmer, and deeper. A formidable force engulfs your body, and heat from a tender part of him starts to enter your crown. You were screaming his name, lost in the moment, caught in the enchantment. You could feel Albert's love spreading through your entire system.

"Ah…ah… nggh…" He was much more vocal this time. A lustful smile curled on his face, to the point that his eyes looked even better.

You've never seen him be so desperate, so eager, and so needy and fall immediately into a lustful and beautiful sin that he has never committed.

A heavy breath started to control him. A desperation in his eyes formed when he looked at yours. He moved his hips in and out, intensifying the pleasure that was already deepening.

You bit your lower lip when his body swayed with the rhythmic intensity of his movements. Your moans grew louder, and your breath became heavier. You half closed your eyes and opened your mouth sensually. The wet sounds reverberated throughout the room, echoing with a full-bodied moan of pleasure.

He placed a kiss on your earlobes and licked them, causing heat to rise in your skin. Your legs are shaking and feel so weak, melting like a wax doll. You're so fragile, yet… it feels so good.

"Yes, Detective. How does it feel?"

You wrapped your arms on his neck. "I'm… I'm so close, Wesker, oh…oh"

When you were almost at your climax, you felt something weird. You heard a sound from nowhere. But Albert seemed not to care about it.

…and.

.yeah

Rock your body right…

Backstreet's back, alright…

"Huh?"

Your world feels turned upside down.

What the fuck?

When you snapped back into reality, you realized something. Albert wasn't there. You looked up at the roof. Trying to process the algorithm in your head. A ray of sunlight peeked through the curtains. You half-closed your eyes and swept your gaze across the entire room.

What the heck? Is that a dream? Oh shit.

The Backstreet Boys' song echoed through your neighborhood wall. It looks like they're doing something ridiculous again in the morning. But this time, you thanked them for waking you up from the lewd dream you just had.

"Guess… I'm being useless again."

Suddenly your phone rings at Its maximum volume. Spreading to the wall and swaying like grass. You swear that the volume is almost deafening your ears. After murmuring to yourself, you throw on a blanket and pillow. Then pick up the phone and check who the fuck is calling you so early in the morning.

Oh… it's Kevin.

You talk in an annoyed tone. "Yo?"

Kevin immediately ambushed the line. Almost gave you a mini-heart attack. "Are you okay, sunshine? You didn't pick up my call. I heard from Cindy that your bike bumped into the tree. Is that true?"

Sure, you talked to Kevin about meeting Albert, and you rushed to his apartment by riding a bike, but you didn't tell Kevin about bumping into the tree.

"Yeah. I bumped into the tree, thanks to Wesker."

"Huh, Wesker?" Kevin's tone changed to one of confusion. "Did he go into a berserk mode? Chris said during their training days, Wesker was thrown whole barbells at the gym, and it's…"

"It's not something like that, silly! I'll talk to you later. But I need to fix my bike." You gazed at the bike. "So… I think I'll use public transport to the RPD."

"Hm? Are you sure you're okay? But if you're not feeling well, I'll talk to our captain."

"Thanks, Kevin. But I'm really fine."

You threw your phone onto the bed and sighed. Still unable to believe you had a lewd dream about Albert. Well…you often dream things like that. But never before had it been this intense or this clear. It was so erotic, intimate, and… hot.

You bit your lower lip and turned your body towards the bike. Sure, your bike turned abstract. The yellow color in them morphed into silver, and the handlebars were crooked just like a twig. It doesn't look like a bike anymore; it was almost as if the Hulk had smashed it, swallowed it, or chewed it like bubble gum.

You sighed. "I can't believe Captain Wesker and I have encountered that ugly creature."

You still remember what happened last night; Albert was behind you, in the passenger seat, wrapped his big arm around your waist, and was shivering and shaking. You were nearly jolted by his movement, which made your bike veer off course and almost roll toward the swamp. But, luckily, your spider sense had been activated, allowing you to avoid those worst scenarios.

You joked that Albert's weight was making your bike uncontrollable, but Albert didn't react to the jokes. Oh, this is so awkward. He was just… silent, resting his head on your back.

"Detective […] have you… I mean, have you seen a praying mantis-like creature at the RPD?" His voice sounded like a whisper. You barely heard his intonations.

"No. I've never heard of it, why?" You lied and raised your eyebrows, feeling a tension from the night breeze. Albert could see your hair dancing in the air, flowing with the rhythm.

"I'm just curious because my men are talking about that." He paused. Tried to make the conversation flow. He stood there for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, and he pulled away from your back.

"So, you're working at The Criminal Investigations Division, right?" His arm is still wrapped around your waist. "What does it feel like to work in that Department?"

"The paperwork is the worst. But I'm enjoying the investigations. I have a good team, most of them are seniors, and they have my back. You may hear me and my captain arguing, and it's so loud, right? I'm sorry about that, he seemed incompetent sometimes, and it's made me lose my temper." You answered calmly, a small smile forming on your face.

You ride the bike gently, trying to make your passenger feel comfortable.

You continued. "…well, they sometimes treat me like I'm an impolite junior. But, it's obvious since they're very talented and experienced. I should have learned more from them!"

Albert giggled. "You're correct, Detective. Experience is the best teacher."

A slight smile bloomed on your face. It feels so weird yet so warm to have a conversation with Albert. Something inside your heart was growing; it was yellow like a ray of sunlight. You're thinking about telling this story to Kevin and Cindy.

After some time, you stopped at the fork and made Albert wonder. "What happened, Detective?"

"I didn't know your address; how could I-"

Suddenly, you heard a growling sound behind your back. The sounds are unbearable, roaring in the darkness. It seems as if the sound is hungry for human blood, a bloodthirsty thing, or a mysterious being.

You widened your eyes and tried to focus on the silent street. A cold sweat dripped from your forehead, your chest pounding like a boom as the adrenaline rushed into your system.

"I don't think humans could make those sounds, Captain Wesker!"

You turned your head and increased the speed of your bike. You couldn't remember how fast you pedaled the bike. But, since Albert tapped your shoulders with so much force, you were sure that the things that encountered you weren't humans.

You turned to the left, veered off, and rolled at its speed. A cold wind blows your hair, you barely see the road, and you don't have time to calculate the speed.

"Detective, please watch your step!"

…and voila!

You bumped into the tree.


At the RPD, Kevin bombarded you with so many questions. His eyes seemed concerned for you. He even bought so many snacks at the minimarket and placed them on your desk as if they were some kind of treasure.

Chris was there too, along with Richard; they were ready with new gossip from your sweet mouth. You couldn't even have the mood or energy to answer those questions. You had a headache and back pain after that incident. Dramatic.

3 minutes later, your captain calls you to his office and, as always, starts murmuring about his crazy, stupid poem and wants you to send his silly poem to the publisher. Although no one is willing to buy that poem, he pretends that he's a good author and can write a best-selling book for all of Raccoon City. You just replied Yes in a monotone voice and left the room immediately before he showers you with his new poem again. You were just hoping someone would be willing to throw his head into a wagon.

You go back to your desk, and Richard teases you with a very loud voice about how unlucky you are this morning, and it seems like Kevin had told about that incident to the S.T.A.R.S. members.

You looked at the commotion ahead. There were so many people there; you could see Marvin and Brad shaking their heads during a conversation and pointing at the roof in disbelief. Enrico was on the phone with Chief Irons while the cleaning staff was walking to and fro with a broom and an angry Barry with piles of paperwork.

The RPD looked so busy; it's just as if Chief Irons were showering them with a long-winded lecture or they were trapped amid a demonstration. You tried so hard to read the atmosphere or guess where the situation would go next. It's just so hard to describe.

"Well, it seems like I'm late to the party." You said it to Kevin in a sarcasm-filled tone.

"Hm. I don't know what happened, but when some officers on the night shift arrived at the RPD, they saw the RPD turn into chaos. It's almost like a shipwreck." Kevin pointed at the corner where a bunch of office chairs were broken. "Looks like your chair is the target too! They're shattered into pieces."

Chris chimed in. "It looks like someone went into berserk mode and threw a whole chair to the wall; some of the officers have found their stuff shattered into pieces, and their tables had scratch marks on them."

He pointed at Enrico with his thumb. "The Bravo team tried to call Chief Irons about this condition. Well… since Wesker is absent, fever… I guess… he'll have a long day."

Kevin giggled, and Chris shook his head in response. "Yeah. It's rare for someone like Wesker, right? But, it's reasonable since Wesker is still human. He has limits."

You traveled back into that night and massaged your temple. Well… it was obvious. Since that praying mantis-like creature had chased both of you. Its growl was filled with so much passion, and those weird, thin legs almost made your heart pound like crazy. You could still hear their footsteps and the sound of their sharp teeth chattering, echoing the entire scene with their hideous figures.

No wonder Albert had a fever from the shock. He also left his car at the RPD parking lot and chose to use your bike as an alternative, since he didn't want to steep himself in his greatest fear, the parking lot's darkness.

"Well, Detective, Wesker was with you that night, right? What happened to him?"

You glanced at Kevin and turned to Chris. "Don't trust Kevin that easily, Chris."

You sat and drummed your fingers on the table. Noticing that your chair felt different. You wanted to cry because that chair was bought with your first salary. Because the RPD chair is sucky.

The back pain and headache were so unbearable that you couldn't move your body like you used to. Your brain was trying to send a signal that your body needed a rest. They kept repeating the same message, which became louder and louder each time, making your eyes heavy and watery.

You sighed and reached for the chocolate cookies that Kevin brought from the mini market. Trying to cheer yourself up, you suddenly darted your eyes towards the table. You froze for a second and tried to make yourself up with that minor problem from the table. At first, you tried to ignore it and chew the chocolate cookies. But you were too eager to see it again.

So you leaned closer to the table, widened your eyes, and tried to focus on them. What is this?

You touched a white, hardened thing on the table. It had pierced through the table with its own sharpness. You tried to pull it up, and it seemed so hard and slimy.

You slid the drawer open and took out a pair of tweezers. Using the tweezers, you carefully pull the object out, making sure not to leave a huge hole on the table.

Once you've successfully removed the object, you look at it closely, furrowing your brows as confusion starts to invade your brain. That object measures about 5 cm long and has a diameter of approximately 2 cm; it appears both sharp and slimy.

"Ewww…. What is that, Detective?" Enrico shuddered with a disgusted expression on his face.

"I don't know, Captain Marini," you said as you gazed at him, not even realizing he was standing in front of you. "…it looks like a fang."

"Why on earth would someone have a fang like that?"

You giggled. "It doesn't seem to belong to someone, Captain."

He laughed and shook his head. "Be careful, Detective. I don't want your captain's tantrum to start blowing up the RPD… I mean… if he saw you bring that thing to the office, hm?"

"I will keep that safe in my… drawer."

"Good." He winked. "Make sure he doesn't make any sounds again."

You placed them on top of the leftover vitamin bottle, thinking it would be a good place to keep them for a while.


After investigating a violent crime, you walked back to the RPD. Forgetting about the white fang you found in the morning. That thing is like a riddle to you—a mystery you can't solve through simple means of investigation.

At first, you suspected Kevin of being stupid for planting those things on the table. He was associated with some minor pranks at the RPD alongside Chris, Richard, and Joseph. Those three were like the Three Musketeers, but of course in a bad connotation.

But, Kevin seemed not to care about that; he didn't react at all when you showed him that fang. He just frowned and gazed at you as if he were annoyed. His voice sounds like a lullaby to your ear; you almost couldn't hear it when he spoke in irritation. You guessing he was in a bad mood.

You stretched your neck and looked out the window, feeling a twilight showering your face. You sighed as you watched the cleaning staff continue their work, clearing up the RPD from the morning's chaos. They look so tired; you feel bad about them.

You sat on the chair and felt overwhelmed by its presence. Your hands were ready to write an investigation report to your captain, and of course you wrote it in very neat handwriting because that man didn't like bad handwriting, and he wouldn't hesitate to ask his men to rewrite the report until he was satisfied; he even provided you with a specific pen to ensure your handwriting improved.

After cross-checking them, you walked into the Captain's office and saw him on the phone with someone. He gave you a nod to wait; you could see a gray hue from his eyes. After 15 minutes on the phone, you handed over the reports.

He put his hands on his hips and shook his head as if he had just heard some bad news from Chief Irons. He blinked twice, scanning your presence. "It's Captain Wesker," he said, and continued. "He wants his car."

You shrugged and remained silent, trying to avoid eye contact with your captain. A serene atmosphere invaded the whole room; all you could hear was the sound of the air conditioner. After a second, your captain spoke again. "…go."

You frowned; a stern line appeared on your forehead. You couldn't read his motives at all, but you were ready for any surprise that came out of his mouth.

"What do you mean by go?" you replied angrily.

"Return the car, of course. Why would I do that? Of course I'll ask you, Detective."

"What? But you can ask the S.T.A.R.S. members, maybe Chris or Barry…"

"You can drive, can't you?" A grin curled around his mouth. He shook his head with a small, obvious smile covering his face. Tension was evident in his voice. It seemed as if something terrible had been stuck in his throat, and he was finally letting it out after waiting for years.

You frowned in fury. "Yes, I am! But, it wasn't my job desk. The government didn't pay me as a courier."

You don't hate this offer from your captain; of course you want to see Albert again. You were curious about his condition after that incident, and you want to check on him to make sure he's okay. However, you didn't like the way your captain asked you to do something. The way he treats and speaks to you—everything about it is so frustrating.

"Why? Because he wants you to do that. He can't rely on Chris," he said in annoyance and continued. "I can't say no to Wesker. Moreover, he has helped me before. He helped you too, didn't he? He convinced me to understand your position that night."

You sighed, and a fire of anger melted down on your head. You clenched your knuckles and felt overwhelmed by the scene. Later, you tried to calm yourself by filling your head with positive suggestions, trying to understand the situation, avoiding negativity, and avoiding anger. After a while, you spoke again.

"Fine... Where's the key?"


Albert massaged his temple. His entire body felt heavy and hot. A hot steam escaped from his mouth; his nose was dripping, and he couldn't breathe easily. He felt dizzy, as if everything around him were blurry and fuzzy. Every time he tried to walk, even for 4 steps, he immediately swayed.

The thing he hated the most was that he couldn't taste anything when eating. Everything that entered his mouth tasted the same—bland, like food from a hospital cafeteria.

This unpleasant feeling made him struggle to perform even the smallest activities. He couldn't stop sneezing or coughing at night. His feet felt so cold, while his body was burning up as if someone had set him on fire.

He could still remember the incident when the greatest fear controlled him, leaving him paralyzed by terror and falling into the deepest fear of his life, making him feel as if he were suffocating to death. He couldn't believe that creature had chased him, trapped him in a cunning tactic he couldn't solve, and left him in a pit of despair.

But he could see a small light in the darkest night… he was so lucky to met you that night. He couldn't imagine what his life would have been like if he hadn't met you. He thanks you from the bottom of his heart.

He convinced your captain; he wants you to take his car to his apartment. He wants to say something to you. Something important. Something that has been keeping him thinking for the night.

He just waits until you come to his apartment.