Leon stretched and surveyed the room. The blond's presence was absent, as to be expected. Leon had fallen asleep after the third (or was it fourth?) round of sex. Who was it that said men couldn't have multiple orgasms? Because that was so not true. He sighed and rested deeper into the pillows, a twinge of pain shooting through his stomach from the bullet wound. He thought about the blond as he waited for his return, hoping he would be released from the shackles soon. The majority of his body was still exposed, the remainder of his pants around his legs and his torn shirt hanging off his shoulders.

It was roughly an hour before the blond strode into the room, coat flapping behind him. He set a briefcase on the dresser with his back to Leon, who strained to see what he was doing. The blond turned, holding a 10mm needle in one gloved hand, filled with a thick red liquid. Leon swallowed nervously as Wesker approached.

Wesker flicked the needle and pushed the plunger ever so slightly, a small stream of blood running down the length of the point. Leon sat straight and tensed as Wesker grabbed his arm in an iron grip.

"You have nothing to fear but the pain." Wesker's words did little to reassure him as the needle was pushed into a vein at his inner elbow and the blood was injected into him. Leon grit his teeth and looked away.

"What are you doing to me?"

"I'm merely completing your transformation." Wesker removed the needle and set it back in the briefcase. Leon could see there were several others. A realization dawned on him.

"It's your blood… You're making me like you."

"I must give you credit, you are quite intelligent… so far."

Leon began to feel uncomfortable in his skin as it become unbearably hot, enough so to make him break out in a sweat. He swore he could see veins climbing up his arm, but the closer he looked the harder they were to see, always just outside the edge of his vision. He panted softly and looked back at the blond, who had crossed his arms and was watching him with an uninterrupted intensity.

"Only a small amount of my blood was introduced into your body when we had our quarrel, and look at what you are capable of. Could you imagine the possibilities? Your power would grow exponentially!"

Leon shook slightly. He knew what Wesker was saying was the truth. He had been the only one to see him for what he truly was, and not ask him to hide. He wanted to be what Wesker wanted. He would.

"Would you like to hear how I attained this power?"

Leon nodded. Perhaps the man's voice could distract him from the boiling blood in his veins.

"In July of 1998, my assistant William Birkin gave me a prototype strain of the progenitor virus. As you already know, the progenitor virus was the strain that mutated into the t-virus and much less successful g-virus. I had injected myself with the virus, and during an… incident… in the Arklay mountains with Chris, I had received fatal wounds from an experimental tyrant b.o.w…"

Wesker produced another needle and injected the liquid into Leon, through the same vein. He let out shallow, pained breaths but didn't protest.

"When I was resurrected, I lost my humanity and became immortal. The virus had affected my metabolism, muscle tissue, and organs, with the exception of my brain. Unlike the other viruses, I remained completely in control of my mind, body and abilities. I obtained superhuman speed, strength, and endurance. My body has a severely increased rate of healing, within hours being able to repair damaged and missing organs completely. I can process information three times fast as any human. Despite this, I must inject myself with a serum to stop the virus from becoming unstable, or else suffer atrophy internally and externally. I was the only one to survive the virus… until now."

Wesker brushed Leon's bangs aside and gazed into his eyes, smirking at the faint bioluminescence glow. He ran his thumb across the length of the thin scar over Leon's cheek. The man had been far more irrational than Chris ever was, but only when it came to a chance of survival. He would make a good use of the man, he was sure. Leon would be far more successful than Uroboros had been. And with the virus inside his friend's body, Chris would be helpless to stop him.

Leon writhed as Wesker produced a third syringe and injected the blood. His vision was focusing in and out and he couldn't make sense of what the blond was saying at the moment.

"Oh, god…" He whimpered. Just as he had begun to come to terms with his overly hot body, a flame ignited deep in his core. He became extremely aroused to the point where it hurt. He turned his head side to side, panting hard.

"Wesker…" Leon's lips were chapped and bruised, the tone of his voice hardly recognizable through the thick lust and need. The worst part was that if Wesker didn't touch him soon, he actually thought he might die. His body convulsed painfully, making his back arch off the bed. The blond watched him with a cold regard, his eyes burning mostly amber.

"I-I need you to touch me… anywhere... just please, god… I need…" He could hardly process a coherent sentence anymore. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, which was dry and had the feeling of hundreds of grains of sand. Fuck, he could drink an entire gallon of water. Some logical, hardly-existent voice at the back of his mind said he was being dramatic, and the effects of Wesker's blood probably weren't nearly as bad as he thought they were. Nonetheless, Leon couldn't help but feel like he was literally being drawn towards the blond, by something deep within himself. He wondered briefly if Wesker felt it too, but the man remained silent and gave no visible signs of the attraction.

Leon watched through glowing eyes that burned with a fire like intensity as Wesker slowly raised one hand and placed it on his stomach. Leon threw his head back and swore he nearly came from the intense rush of pleasure.

"How interesting." He heard the dark chuckle fall from Wesker's thin lips. He felt the blond lean in, his breath hot against Leon's ear as he whispered the younger man's name. Leon moaned at the sound of his name spoken from the blond's lips, his eyes fluttering. There was a sharp pain in his arm and he looked down to see Wesker injecting more of his blood. A new wave of heat flooded through his body, so overwhelming that he began to shake harder.

"You are almost ready. You must die for the virus to take full effect." Wesker set the empty syringe aside and Leon watched him. He noticed the man seemed to be waiting for an answer. Leon nodded his head once. Wesker had killed him once before, by accident. His blood had been introduced into Leon's bloodstream through an open wound on his hand when he drove it through Leon's chest. He'd wondered if Wesker had known he would survive the fatal wound but decided against it. Wesker hadn't meant to kill him, and he'd never hated the man for it, although upon re-awakening he had obtained a few inhuman abilities.

Wesker straddled Leon, his leg's on either side of Leon's as he pulled his hand back and shoved it through Leon's chest, breaking his ribs and taking hold of his heart. Leon's back arched off the sheets, which were quickly becoming drenched in his blood, as he held the fiery gaze of the man above him. His lips curled up in the faintest of smirks before Wesker ripped his hand out of Leon's chest, the younger man's still beating heart pulsing in his grip. Leon's eyes rolled back and his head hit the pillow, tilting to the side as he died for the second time in his life. Wesker stared down at the agent and then looked at his heart. He had no doubt that the man would become as powerful as he was, and he planned great things for him. But first, he had to mold Leon into the perfect weapon.