Dressed in Black

by Nspired1

Solving your sister's murder means attending Raccoon City's police academy. The only catch? You'll need to disguise yourself as a man to get in. At least...that's what you thought was the only catch. You hadn't accounted for the Captain of the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team. You hadn't known what the lie could truly do. Not to you, not to him, and not to your soul. For RK800Downloading.

AN: This is a gift story for RK800Downloading on AO3 that I wrote this summer. Finally given the go-ahead, I am posting it. This story directly follows the story Dressed in Blue and is a split off story for when the character meets Captain Albert Wesker.

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You curse your luck.

Chris Redfield is bound to be back in the S.T.A.R.S. Office any moment and you can't find the little book he writes in for the academy cadet notes. You know Chris has an idea that something was strange—or rather missing—about you, but you don't know how developed his thoughts on it have become. The last thing you need is suspicious reports going back to Irons. You're so close to your next step in your personal investigation you can feel it.

The last thing you need is for anyone to figure out you're a woman masquerading as a man…

The door behind you opens and you curse internally. Your lack of awareness has gotten you caught by Claire's brother and you're uncertain if you have the boot licking capabilities at this moment to fudge a distraction.

"Lost, cadet?" an aristocratic voice drawls behind you.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

It's worse than you thought.

Couldn't be any worse, actually.

Although you've never personally met the man, enough people have spoken of him. Where Brian Irons is the official head and authority of the precinct on paper, the man currently behind you is actually the one people whisper about.

The one they avoid and hope they don't catch his attention.

You'd done enough reading about many different heads in the precinct; it felt stupid not to. Everyone on the two S.T.A.R.S. teams were intimidating in their own right. Mostly because of their qualifications on paper and not necessarily from their personalities.

However, Captain Albert Wesker was both.

His profile had been one of the oddest and the most menacing. Much like the other members, he seemed to have extensive history in education but the only listed previous employment on his file had been the United States Army with his public records, ranking, and the other details had been classified.

You feel the cold wash of fear trickle down your back. No longer were you going to be playing this completely under the radar—that is, if you couldn't figure a way to not catch the man's interest behind you.

"No, sir," you finally respond when you turn stiffly to address him. "I was looking for Mr. Redfield."

The man before you is tall and although he isn't built stocky like Barry Burton or even corded like Forest Speyer, there's a dangerous lithe to his figure that suggests the man is more than capable of snapping you in half if you did something stupid. More than that, he's absolutely gorgeous.

Not in the way Leon or even Chris was attractive either. Leon made you think of cozy settings, whispers kept quiet with trust that was built through time and flashes of skin in the dark room you shared. Chris was more of a tightrope you could walk if you thought screwing your best friend's brother was worth the constant teasing or if you wanted to be tossed around.

Captain Wesker possessed the beauty of a dangerous animal.

Did the lamb ever find the wolf beautiful when it was being hunted? Did it catch glimpses of what pursued it and find itself wanting?

Shaking yourself out of your stupor, his next response has you even more on edge than before. Lamb indeed.

"You were looking for your...superior," he begins and seems to find the bidden title somewhat distasteful. Before you can further consider it, he continues to speak, "In his desk drawer?"

"I..." You begin but your head whips toward Chris' desk. You see you've left the drawer slightly open. A centimeter or so from being fully shut, but it is still somewhat open.

How did he notice that so quickly?

Sensing this wasn't a person you wanted to lie to straight off the bat, you decide to play your hand at half-truths.

"No, sir," You state, lifting your chin slightly. "I mean, yes, I was looking in his drawer, but not for him...obviously. I'm worried about my training scores, or rather his impressions. I fear our personality differences may lose me points and I can't afford to have that happen."

The blond man before you is studying you but it's hard to see the full assessment because his eyes are covered by those impossibly dark sunglasses.

"I see," Captain Wesker draws out in his cultured lilt. "And what personality differences may that be?"

"I don't want to—" You begin, and your hands come in front of you to unconsciously fidget.

Captain Wesker's head cocks slightly and it's only then you notice your hands. The tilt of his head is the only thing that tells you his focus has moved on from your face. He's assessing you now and it's the last thing you need.

"He's hot headed, sir. His temper can get the best of him. I understand I'm here to learn from mistakes and be better, but I can't let someone's lack of rationality affect what I'm here to do," You blurt out in a panic, hoping to catch his attention.

Unfortunately, later, you'll realize you did just that, but maybe not in the way you intended.

"I'm more than certain you can't afford that, cadet." Captain Wesker was walking toward you now, that hawk-like assessment still across his features. "I wonder, what is it you're here to do?"

"Sir?" You ask in confusion, tilting your head up further as he approaches and stops just before you. He's taller than Chris.

"Did you not like the other academies when you researched them?" he questioned.

"Sir?" You stutter out again.

"The other academies," he repeated patiently before his hand lifted and pulled the sunglasses from his eyes.

The blue eyes beneath the glasses are one of the sharpest gazes you've ever had the misfortune of laying your eyes upon. Blue seemed to be a typical eye color in this academy. Everyone seemed to have blue eyes around here. However, Captain Wesker's eyes were so electric in their color and reflective of his intelligence that it freezes all rational thought you have next.

"I'd guess that the band around your chest would have been unnecessary given that our female academy is rather high in its turn-out rate across the nation." A small smirk was cresting the man's lips and when he took another step toward you, your lower back bumped into Chris' desk, and he was only inches away from you now.

Fuck

Fuck

"I-I," You stammer. There's no way he can possibly know that you're a—

"What's your name?" his voice had lowered from its previous pitch, but its authority is still thundering to your racing lamb's heart.

"Shi Thead—"

"Don't lie to me, girl," Captain Wesker casts out and the deep inflection raises gooseflesh on your skin. He seems to notice that too, and the crest of his lips has turned into a full smirk.

"I—I can't, I-I don't—" You're so incredibly fucked now. Everything is about to be lost.

"Clever, little girl. I've heard enough about that idiotic name you chose. Despite the truth we both know; you're steadily rising amongst your male counterparts. A regular G.I. Jane who wants to keep up and test her mettle. I see no reason to call attention to it quite yet." His hand lifts, and a small sound escapes you when the leather of his glove whistles. His forefinger and thumb clutch your chin.

His blue eyes bore into yours and it takes a moment for you to realize what he's said.

"You won't...You won't tell?"

"Tell me your name." Captain Wesker is studying your features so intently. As if he's remembering every groove and imperfection in your genes.

"Tell me your name," he repeats. "And I'll let you leave this office with your secret. Lie to me again and it will be the last free thing you do in this city."

You reach up and clasp the wrist that has a hold on your face and locate the spine you weren't sure you still had upright in your body.

In a stronger voice, you tell the wolf your real name.

"Interesting," he breathes and releases your chin. Soon, he's stepping away from you. He repeats your name, and it has your breath hitching. "A surname I don't recognize. You're an orphan, are you not?"

What the fuck?

Your heart feels like it's going to explode in your chest.

"How did you—" You begin to utter.

"You have much to prove here, don't you?" Captain Wesker places his glasses back on his face and he's sliding a hand into his pocket while he watches you now. "I'll be interested to see what you do with it." He pauses for a moment. "Get out of my office."

"Yes, s-sir." You're moving to scurry around him, but just as you reach his side, you stop.

Call it the animal instinct; the predator avoidance behavior that lesser creatures use to survive—to meet the eyes of their fate.

You look up at him once more, and this time his smile pulls up enough that you can see a flash of his teeth.

"Run along, clever girl," he purrs. "Unless you have more you'd like to share?"

"No," you whisper. "Thank you—I mean, please, don't tell anyone—"

"And ruin my own fun?" he interrupts you. "Trust me when I tell you I don't get to have nearly as much fun as I like. Now. Get. Out."

The door is slamming behind you, and you can't help the urge to run. To put as much distance between you and the wolf of Raccoon City. A part of you runs, and a part of you wonders what it'd be like to have jaws like that swallow you whole.

You need to get back to your dorm. To think. To scream. To cry. To—

You run and run.

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3 Weeks Later

Tap, tap, tap.

The pen clicking against the surface of the library's third-floor boards seems loud, but you know that it's only Leon that will be able to hear you. A squint to your wristwatch tells you it's well past your bedtime, but you don't have days to spare.

After learning what you had with Leon after distracting Irons so you could get into his office, you knew there'd only be so much time to collect the evidence and supporting documents needed.

For your sister. For Katie.

Your eyes shutter and skip from the words you're reading. The glow of the green legal lamp below is casting shadows all over the room. You didn't dare to turn the other lights on in case someone was walking by across the campus. You didn't need Chris catching you again.

Somewhere along the way. It had become more than just Katie. It was still for her, of course. You'd stop at nothing to bring her justice but...

Over the weeks that had transitioned to months...It had also become about the city too. The other daughters and sisters who had fallen to the ministrations of a madman. Their stories were here too, and despite what had been done to cover up that fact and moved the victims' families away. There was still one person who cared enough to fight in Raccoon City...and it had become you.

A purveyor for justice and somewhere along the way, you had begun to think like a cop. A servant to what should have always been the goal for every other person that took up residence in this building. The fact that Irons was at the helm turned your stomach for more reasons than just Katie.

He was a disgrace, and you would nail him to the ground with everything you had.

Snick

The door on the second floor closed softly and shook you from your thoughts.

Leon had returned.

You had sent him down to find a book and when he had initially left the room, you had guessed that the book had been missing from the shelf. Leon was resourceful and you didn't doubt that he had gone to print out the info he needed.

Your eyes turned back down to the page in the book you currently held on Emotionally Compromised Doctrines for Raccoon City. Mayor's office pamphlets were scattered at your feet and court cases that ranged back 30 years were clutched between your knees while you considered the options you had once you collected everything you needed. It all seemed to be too appropriate for what you actually wanted to do to Irons, but Leon had been right.

If they were going to do this, they had to be prepared, and they had to destroy him from the career out.

Steps on the stairs caught in your ears but you didn't look up. Your eyes were starting to hurt from squinting into the darkness. The light below wasn't bright enough for easy reading.

"Leon," You sighed while your eyes read the sentence in front of you for a third time. "What do you know about Carpenter v. United States Certiorari to the United States Court of Appeals for the Sixth Circuit? I'm really struggling with compiling these lists like you asked. Is this what we should be focusing on right now?"

Silence.

You growled. Leon was so touchy about the evidence side of things. You sometimes hated how strict he could get about the due diligence portion of the academy. You got it, but still, when you stayed up all night and didn't sleep, you felt you should be granted a little favor for better reading material.

From the corner of your eye, you could see his form rounding the stairs to your left and you decided to bite the inside of your cheek to keep the next snappy remark to yourself.

Fine. If he wanted to be difficult, you'd just keep doing what you were doing. Begrudgingly.

The cologne that reached your nose was the first indicator of how much trouble you were in. That wasn't what Leon wore at all. As a matter of fact, Leon had only ever worn deodorant after that little incident with Chris and his allergies.

"What are we reading, clever girl?" That voice questioned beside you.

You gasped.

The man you had met weeks ago was lowering down into a crouch right beside you.

Captain Wesker stared down at you in a way that made you want to sink into the floorboards. It had been weeks since your encounter with him and truthfully it had left a resounding impact on you.

Fear was the first natural reaction. Even the janitor knowing about your situation would have caused you fear. But no, you were always an overachiever. You went and let the Captain of the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team assess you and find out your secret instead.

What was worse is you found that under that fear had been something else. Something your dreams weren't so ashamed to bring forth. You had woken in a cold sweat several times but with that fear had been a... singing in your blood.

The shadows of the library seemed to agree with the man before you. It contrasted well with his alabaster skin, blonde slicked back hair, and you found yourself wondering if it would be the same for the vivid blue eyes you knew were beneath his sunglasses. The darkness of the room had a way of transforming his sharp cheekbones, pointed chin, and harsh angles of his face into something more.

Much like the stories told in the dark, the late night also seemed to take his voice and amplify the danger beneath it. Which was saying something, because even in the light of day, you had made sure not to let yourself be trapped with the blond predator of a man. You weren't sure how Officer Valentine put up with it. Then again, she didn't seem to be scared of much.

"I..." You swallowed harshly as your neck bent to stare up at him.

You hated how tongue tied you became around him. Reminding yourself it was because of fear, you ignored the laughter your conscious seemed to bay in your head at the lie.

Captain Wesker did what you would now call his signature head cock, and some part of you knew he hadn't missed the detail of your throat bobbing.

No, you knew he hadn't. He had caught onto way too much in the seconds that the S.T.A.R.S. office encounter had provided.

None of this should have been surprising; even in the dark, predators could trace blood for miles.

Long fingers were reaching forth and your inhalation was audible on the position you occupied of the balcony area. When his hand reached for the book in yours, his gloves brushed against your fingers, and you immediately let go of the book.

"Late night reading?" he drawled his question when you continued not to speak.

He brought the book into his lap while his other hand pulled those glasses from his face. The shadows only allowed you to catch the whites of his eyes moving along the page before he looked back up at you and pinned you with a cerulean stare.

"Compromised cases for law enforcement officials? Interesting."

The flush that was creeping up your neck had more to do with the memory of your dreams than it did his voice. Well, alright, the two definitely went hand in hand, but your sudden reminder of Leon had your eyes darting over his shoulder.

Leon would be back soon, and you wondered how gracious the man before you would truly be to know that two cadets were out of their bed past hours and broke into the library no less.

"Looking for someone?" His voice forced you to bring your eyes back to his. "I'm afraid Mr. Kennedy remembered how tired he was. He won't be coming in to help you...read."

"Oh," You say stupidly.

"Yes, 'oh'." And then Captain Wesker chuckled.

He fucking chuckles and it should have been then when you knew how screwed you were.

The sound was similar to the rolling earth with the quake of tectonic plates before the ground broke apart, and it was everything that made someone want to run or stare in wonder at what nature had created.

"Still looking to prove yourself?" he asks then when you do just that—stare at him. You should have been running.

"Something like that, I suppose." You don't realize it's the first real response you've given him that didn't start or begin with a stammer. Something in you hardens because he does have your book, and this isn't about proving anything.

It's about them.

The book is balanced carefully on his right knee. Two fingers hold the book up right. His other arm has his elbow balancing on his other knee while he watches you and you find yourself turning carefully toward him.

This man knows you're a woman. He knows there's a deeper reason why you're here. You don't actually think he just believes you're here to prove some feminine point. You feel as if he would have taunted you more about that. No, Captain Wesker seems to thrive on the secrets you want to keep. As if he deals in them himself… but what does a man like that have to further hide aside from his own military history?

"Can I have my book back or are you sending me to bed?" You question with the fire burning through your blood.

You don't have time to lose your head anymore. If he was going to tell, he was going to tell, but he'd have his own explanation to formulate given how long ago his first discovery was.

"Which option would you like more?" he asked with a lure beneath a voice you thought he may purposely wield like a weapon.

You blink. That should have been a normal question, however, the way he asks it, and the suggestive nature of your own question makes the flush at your neck come back in force.

"I'd like..." You start but stop to watch him set the spread book down in front of you.

The spine of the book faces the ceiling, and it almost seems like a dare for you to reach for it. Captain Wesker could have handed it back, but he purposefully laid it directly in the middle of you both.

Captain Wesker is watching you so intently now. His posture is casual but again you suspect there's more to the man's frame than his clothes outwardly express.

"Go on, clever girl," he says slowly. "Take your book back. If you're going to break rules, you should at least clean up after yourself."

Your hand is lifting from the knee you had been clutching. You realize how tense you are now and worse, you realize how you let him see how tense you were. He knows exactly what he has done and you're also certain that he's corralled you in a way he has explicitly intended.

You know he sees when you straighten your spine. He had mentioned that he doesn't have much fun, and now you're starting to believe that what Captain Wesker really thrives on is control. You suspect no one ever catches him off guard and with the team he leads, you wonder if anyone ever lets this much show around him.

You're easy prey.

The thought flies in and out of your head and it makes you bite your tongue in anger. 'Clever girl' he calls you. Girl.

You know you're small. You know that standing beside anyone else right now, your appearance can be bypassed, and you designed it that way.

A lamb baring its teeth when it realized who was always the one in disguise.

You meet Captain Wesker's eyes full on. You're leaning forward to shift your position when the hand you lifted touches the top of the book. Nails scrape the edge and before you can get ahold of the cover, his gloved hand is wrapping around your wrist tightly.

The touch has you gritting your teeth and your eyes convey your new question.

Captain Wesker has his head tilted down to you and the crease of his smile is the teeth that snare around your throat.

He says your name—your real name—so low that you can't help the tremor that rolls through you then. Because he has a grip on you now, you know he feels when you do.

"You had more in you than I thought," he continues.

"Let go, captain," You whisper.

Your attempts to recover are not missed by him.

"No, dear," he responds while he considers you quietly. "I don't think that's what you want at all."

The book falls from your hand when he jerks you forward. Papers and pamphlets are scattering around you both and it's so loud in the quiet room.

Captain Wesker is stronger than you suspected and even with your small frame, you let out a slight scream at how close you are now. His hand is still on your wrist, but the tug pulled you to your own knees and now you're kneeling before his crouched form.

Up until now, the man before you has shown himself to be cold, calculating, and utterly ruthless in the power he wields.

However, when you look up into his face now, you can see what you can only describe as a crack. A crack in that normal demeanor that makes you wonder what he actually expected to happen when he set that book down. Had he expected you to run? To cross the secondary bridge to your right and retreat to the lockers on the third floor?

What you see in his face is the tightening of skin around his eyes and the intent focus of someone who you've surprised. Maybe even surprise himself.

The position he's put you in has your bony knees balancing on a knife's edge in front of him and at the jolt of your momentum, you're teetering forward. With the hand that's still free, you go to steady yourself and the only thing in front of you is him.

Your hand lands on his thigh and the hard muscle beneath your palm jerks slightly but he remains still as he holds your eyes. The hand he has wrapped around your wrist tightens for a fraction before he lets go.

Suddenly, it's not him touching you. It's you touching him as you brace his leg from your new submissive position. Your breathing has hitched in fear but you're no longer lying to yourself when you also recognize that it's more than that.

Suddenly, the truth feels so evident. The truth is that a part of you is glad that someone knows. That he knows you're a woman.

You've been posing as a man for months and the feelings you've been holding back have been a secret that you're not used to hiding with so much shame. The band around your breasts always hurts and it's always uncomfortable. The jockstrap you stuff to make sure no one notices the void of your sex is often hot and itchy and in moments like these it only ever makes it worse.

The man before you knows what you are. He sees you and some part of you hums that he noticed so quickly. You wouldn't describe yourself as a model, but you're not hideous either.

You open your mouth to say something; to say what, you're not sure. Nothing seems appropriate at this moment. There's only harsh looks and actions right now that come to mind and that doesn't seem appropriate either.

Captain Wesker is tracing the slope of your features with his eyes slowly now. He hasn't said anything either, but that previous crack in his mask is slipping into something more focused and more honed than you've seen from him yet. The man with a classified history is studying you further now and you suddenly feel that his entire career has been centered around finding the details in a person, a project, or a scenario.

You sense Captain Wesker is absolutely balancing who you are with the roving of eyes and you're not sure how you want to feel about it.

When he lifts his hands again, you're suddenly coming right back down to earth. Drifting back into your body as you become aware of how much the floor hurts your knees, and for how turned on you've become. The band around your breasts is tight but it's become a noose that's crawled up your throat and you know that if you continue, you're going to be in more trouble than you've ever fathomed.

Your fingers press into his thigh a little harder as you begin to push backwards and pull your face further back from his current inspection.

"Don't," he commands.

You freeze at the order. At the absolute curl of his baritone voice that makes you want to obey.

The hands he lifted are curling around themselves and you realize he's taking his gloves off. The plop of leather onto the floorboards is almost a crack of sound that disrupts the tense atmosphere, and it makes you flinch when the first one hits the ground.

The reaction causes the man before you to twist his lips. When the second one hits the floor, you make yourself as still as possible. Your fingers feel like they're burning on his thigh.

His bare hand touches the skin of the wrist you have on his thigh and the audible sound you make when warm flesh touches yours is something you believe seals your fate more than anything else yet.

In the Raccoon City Police Precinct, you find yourself releasing an involuntary moan for the Captain of the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team. You moan from the skin-to-skin contact and he's only touching your wrist.

Shame and embarrassment color your face and you're desperately trying to reverse time. To take back the weakness you've shown him.

Not only is he attractive and the type of man you'd never see yourself being able to seek out, but he's the first person that's purposely touched you gently who also knows what you are. The last had been Katie and that was decidedly different.

The grin he gives you is slow, predatory, and it's the signifier of a man who knows what he's doing to a woman. It's everything you've been wanting physically for months—for years.

"Please…" You find yourself pleading when his hand stays on your skin.

Please, what? You don't even know how you were going to end that statement. Or was it a question?

Your breathy tone is changing something in his face again.

You're suddenly jerking your hand back so harshly that you're falling backwards onto your ass with a clatter of wood.

He knows what you've done and so do you.

You pleaded for him. You let him know how much a simple touch meant and the voice you bade into the cavernous room has revealed you for what you are.

Hungry.

Hungry for touch. Hungry to be seen. Hungry to prevail. Hungry to not break a part against the odds.

Your boots are slipping on the pamphlets that have scattered around you, but you don't care, you're moving now. Moving away from what you can't deny from him.

Leon and Chris were different. They were normal. Genuine. Deeper than skin. The man before you has no interest in that. His eyes lay upon your flesh, and he's decided that's enough for now.

You hear his boots on the floorboards when you crash through the door that leads into the west storage room. You need to get away; need to never let him corner you again.

Never would you be able to stop if he continued to give you that base need that tore at your own insides.

Your breaths are harsh when you hit the second door for the long hall that will take you to the third-floor small office. You don't care that you've embarrassed yourself by running now. You imagine he's doing his chuckle again and turning back the way he came. He was right to call you a 'girl' and not anything else. That's what you are when you run.

Just a little girl.

Instead of his departure though, the sound of the first door from the library is opening and slamming behind you and you can hear his weighted steps trailing behind you now.

Fuck.

Of course he didn't leave. No. Captain Wesker isn't Leon or Chris. He hasn't shown himself to be a normal man since you met him.

Captain Wesker is the wolf that lives in this precinct, and you've just committed the worst offence you could.

You ran from a predator and predators were incited by the chase.

Sweating hands are slipping on the doorknob to the small office and his boot-falls are behind you now. You're quick to shut the door behind you, but the man is faster than you. His longer legs are eating up the space behind you and before the door can fully close behind you, it's bouncing back and catching your wrist.

The stinging pain isn't enough to stop you. You only have a few more steps to pass the desk with the statue on top to your left before you can reach the door that will lead you to the hall stairs.

But that opportunity never comes because that hot hand is grabbing your arm and spinning you around to look up into the fierce eyes of the man before you once more. Some of the hair that's usually kept in its slicked back position is now falling over his forehead while he backs you into the door you were trying to reach in your attempt to flee.

When your back hits the wood of the door, he's releasing your arm to pin your left shoulder to the wood.

"Did you think that would work?" he breathes, and oddly you find yourself distracted by the strand of hair falling across his bright eyes. "Running? You couldn't run far enough from me in this town."

His voice has become just slightly deeper but he's not even out of breath.

You are though. You're panting from fear and excitement.

Because a small part of the animal inside you wanted him to follow and as you stare up into his eyes now, you know he knows it too.

His hand is touching the clothed part of your shoulder, and you think it may be the only thing saving you right now. That is, until his other hand reaches up and runs his four fingers along the right side of your neck. His thumb trails the middle of your throat and it's slowly running upwards while his fingers settle. The thumb pushes up from under your chin and when he leans in, he's tilting your face further into his.

"Look at you now," he says in an almost gentle voice, but you know it's a farce. There's nothing gentle about this man. "You reveal more of what you are when you're excited like this, do you know that? You've hid it well enough, but you're also standing beside a bunch of boys all day."

The thumb presses down on your windpipe.

"Do it again," he commands when he steps in closer, his chest brushing against yours now.

"D-do what?" You croak, not knowing what else to respond to.

"Make that noise for me again." The thumb presses harder, and you hate that what comes next is a natural response that coincided with the order he gave you.

You do make that noise again. You moan and Captain Wesker seems to thrive in the sound.

"What were you asking me for earlier, clever girl?" he asks then. His weight against yours is pressing the door against its frame and the wood groans behind you.

He's going to make you tell him. He's going to make you tell him and admit what you've never said before and a part of you wonders if it may be better this way. Your thoughts attach to Leon but so does your guilt.

When Leon finds out how you've lied to him, he's going to hate you. You knew that. He all but told you so when he told you of his past. You've been distancing yourself from Leon and he's noticed. You do it for his safety because he's been lied to and hurt several times and you're just another person doing the same, despite your reasons. When you get what you want you're going to lose him too.

The man before you doesn't care about any of that. He doesn't care and yet, the portion of him that doesn't miss details hasn't been able to forget you. He's sought you out after your first encounter and he hasn't forgotten whatever impression he's made of you.

The hand releases your throat, and it trails down to your button up collar. He pops the first button open, as if it's a reward for listening to the first command. His fingers pause and his look lets you know he's waiting.

"Come now," he says in the tender tone saved for lovers. "Are you afraid even after all you've already done?"

Something in your face invites him to push you just a little more.

He leans his face forward, and his lips barely grace your ear as he continues, "You've infiltrated the male police academy, passed the physical training, out classed most of your competition, impressed my point man on the Alpha Team, and still, I find you reading in the dark because something burns so deeply in you. Something that I think means more than that paltry title of 'Officer' you'll get at the beginning of a name that isn't even yours."

Your breath hisses out and your shiver rattles the door behind you once more.

The fingers at your chest undo another button for your reaction.

"So, what is it you want?" A warm tongue graces the lobe of your ear. "What is it you want from me?"

"I want," You finally manage to utter. The desire to run or flee has completely disappeared now, and you're just thankful for the door that's holding you up. "To be touched. To be who I am. To stop pretending but I can't do that. I can't do that until I accomplish what I came here to do, captain."

Another button comes undone.

"You can with me," he breathes into your ear.

"Can I?" You ask in fear. The sensation of his warm breath only adds to what you hide.

"Yes," he responds with heat creeping into his low voice. "You'd find that I have my own things I like to keep a secret. None as delicious as yours though. You want me to touch you? Ask me."

Ask me

The words echo in your head. Your chest is heaving, and you know with his hand there he knows how much you do want to ask him. There'd never be anything you could hide from a man like this though and if you went forward with this, there'd never be hiding anything from him again.

As if sensing your hesitance. His lips are moving at your ear. He had paused only to press his nose into your neck. The inhalation he had taken was slight, but you had noticed it while you thought.

"You know…" His voice is becoming a vice on your heart and if you never heard anything else before you died, you thought it may be acceptable. "I had my own reasons for being here tonight. I have things I need to get done, but then I saw Kennedy sneaking around in the lobby. I could have someone expelled for less but the way his body kept angling for the library, I knew he wasn't alone. No."

The fingers at the buttons were plucking the still sealed fabric and it made you lift one of your hands from the door. You were nearly out of your mind with the way his tone ran through you that when you placed your hand on his chest, his face turned further into your neck.

"Imagine." His voice continued to resonate into your very bones, and his body pressed just a little bit more into the hand you now had on him. "My utter delight when I saw you sitting there. Devouring books into the night when you should be sleeping. When you should be hiding." You let out another sound from his continued words. "Hiding from men like me."

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt as the gasp tore through your throat when he punctuated his words with a bite to your ear lobe.

"Please," You were pleading again. This time you knew what for. His fingers didn't move for the next button. You hadn't satisfied his order yet. "Please touch me, Captain Wesker."

The gentle chuckle he bid into your skin was dark and inviting and you knew you were truly a woman lost now. And why not? You had committed a few wrongful acts by just being here. What was one more glance into the void that was your life now?

There were only two buttons left if you were counting correctly, and he undid the second to the last at your fully developed plea.

You had pleaded for the wolf. You had bared your throat to him and when he asked you if you wanted more, you had let the jaws you were so curious about fully enclose over your skin.

"Good girl," he praised easily before his lips were running down to the top of your neck from your ear.

The last button came away and his hands were placing themselves on your shoulders before he pushed the outer layer of your shirt off. You stood before him now in your shoes, pants, and your band you purposely double looped to flatten your chest.

When he laid a kiss to your pulse, it was your body pressing back into him this time, and the rough material of his shirt sent streaks of need through you. You wanted the warm skin of his hands, or his lips but he was pulling his head back and the needy whimper you let go had his eyes on yours once more.

The pride of a man who knew what he had won was transforming his face into something different. More human, more handsome, and you realized how truly cold he originally held himself. Did he always look like that? Perpetually bored with everything around him?

His hand lifted and for a moment, you feared who you had offered yourself to again. He could walk away right now, and you'd have no one to blame but yourself. It would be the ultimate snub of a man such as him. To push you to admit what you were only to leave you bare before yourself.

The fear was left somewhat founded because when that hand lifted, the combat knife you knew was always sheathed at his thigh was rising, and you thought you may have really read the situation wrong.

The tip of his blade rested an inch from your sternum, and you pushed away from him and back into the door. Your mind was whirling for the best defense strategy when he laughed.

It was a full sound. Not like his chuckle or the softer tones he made. It was a snare all on its own.

A snare of a man who could hold a blade to your chest and distract you from death with the simple formation of his vocal cords.

Knowing you had nothing to offer for the man who had cornered you so spectacularly, you found yourself wondering again who the real monster of this station was. No, you didn't think it was Wesker who had killed Katie or any of the girls, but he had his own secrets. Maybe secrets that were just as bad.

Still, killing a cadet in the precinct?

He tipped the blade and the blunt end of the one-sided knife laid just above your belly button. The cold of the steel had another shiver running through you and it was a reaction that seemed to jolt through the captain in front of you. He was cocking his head again before his wrist flexed and the blade tore upwards.

You didn't let your gaze leave his eyes. You wanted to see his reaction. See if you could know his intent just by the look alone.

The familiar sensation of freedom hit you, and the band around your chest was falling away.

He had cut through your binding.

His lips were tilting in the corners at the shock on your face before he tossed his knife away. It clattered on the ground beside you both.

"Did you think I would hurt you?" he asked before his hands laid themselves at your bare waist.

"Yes," You admitted, feeling like a yo-yo with the way your body transitioned from fear to need all over again when his skin made contact with yours.

"On the contrary…" His hands made a slow crawl up your body. His thumbs skimmed the side of your breasts, and you couldn't stop the arch in your spine. "The things I've thought of are only acts I think you would end up begging me for in the end."

You were still trying to decipher the meaning of that when his fingers dug into your back and yanked you into his chest. You were now flush against him once more and your hands were on his waist to steady yourself when he wound a hand into your shorn hair and yanked your head back to bring your face level with the one he was lowering to yours.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking of you standing in my office. Trying to lie to me." He paused while his attention drew lines around your face before he met your eyes again. "Do you know why I wear these sunglasses? People like to assume it's for medical reasons but here's the truth for you. Without them, I find people don't meet my gaze. Fearful creatures look away from what scares them most." His lips were whispering against yours, but he didn't close the distance.

His free hand had reached up to clasp around your neck again, and with a hand in your hair and on your neck, you felt lost while the man above you told you exactly what he was and still you wouldn't know it for months to come.

"People rarely meet my eyes, because they're cowards, clever girl." His voice strengthened again and this time there was an utterance of hatred leaking into it. "Not you. Not you though. You stood in my office, and you lied to me while you held my eyes. I took those sunglasses off because I knew there'd be no other way to continue if you couldn't hold the stare."

Your breath was mixing with his and you didn't dare to speak. You could only hold his eyes and it seemed to be what was exciting him the most. Not the skin he revealed, not your heaving body. No, a man like him could find that anywhere. But the gaze you held was that of a man who burned people alive.

He just hadn't known you'd already been burning.

You'd been burning your whole life. And when Irons took Katie, you finally found a reason to embrace it.

Truth was that the man in front of you terrified you. But he wasn't the worst. He wasn't worse than what you lost. He couldn't hold a candle to the rage inside of you.

Like called to like.

But what was Captain Wesker burning for?

What did men like him look for in others when he sought the same?

"And yet you do," he had paused as if he could hear your thoughts too. As if he could see the very inside of you.

"I've only looked into your eyes twice now," Your lips were moving but you didn't know where the words were coming from. Maybe they were always there. Always waiting for the right person to come along and incite the core of you, but they were yours. "And each time I have, I've wanted to run. Run because of the secret you knew but it's more than that, isn't it?"

"Indeed." Now his breath was shuttering, and it was from you.

Captain Albert Wesker was showing you something you suspected that maybe he didn't even understand.

He was definitely older than you. Older than Chris, older than you maybe would have sought out, but there was a knowledge that came with some of the older men.

No, that wasn't right.

Captain Wesker wasn't like any of the men you met.

But there was something similar here.

You ran from the captain because of the reasons you'd already acknowledged but the truth was becoming more evident. You ran from him because he replicated the very thing you felt you had become inside.

Cold. Detached. Driven. And lost in an identity that you constantly had to hide.

"You're hiding too," You declared. His lips were pulling back—baring across his teeth like a snarl and you knew you were right. "You're hiding just like I am and you're one perilous slip from having your own objectives ruined."

His hand became impossibly tight at your throat.

"But I won't tell." Your voice was hoarse, but you didn't struggle with the pressure. "I don't care what it is because I won't let you stop what I need to do either."

The hand didn't lessen its grip, but you preferred that.

"I asked you to touch me," You uttered, your face slackening to reveal that vulnerable piece to him again. Allowing that anger of the wolf to see the belly of your desire. "But I find your eyes to be all that I could ask for now. You see me, captain and I don't think anyone ever has before. If you want to walk away now, I'd never say anything. You can walk away."

Captain Albert Wesker seemed to be struck at your words. His hand released your throat and the anger in his eyes was a living canvas of war. War that you had invited by calling out the very tender weaknesses that he had probably been hiding in his own way.

The knife on the ground had never been the weapon he used. No, the man before you was the ultimate threat.

His hand still in your hair yanked backwards, tilting your face the last of the way up and when his lips crashed into yours, you weren't sure how you'd ever find your way out of this locker room again.

You'd been kissed before. You wouldn't have said you were an expert at it or even in dealing with people. That was the problem with being a little orphan even after you had been adopted. Every interaction was questioned. They made you stop to wonder if you had been used. Because you had been used so many times before. Used and thrown away.

The man kissing you now slammed you back into the door and whether he was using you or not wasn't a question to you now. Of course he was.

What he saw in you had become a silo. A silo that only the two of you seemed to know what loneliness sounded like when it echoed. A drop into a pit so deep that only a man like him could ever dare to understand the teeth you hid behind your very devotion. No one had ever been able to see it.

And they hadn't even noticed your gender here.

Captain Wesker kissed you like he hated you and maybe he did but the possessive way his lips captured yours was a hand that led back into the darkness you knew well enough. While he controlled the fierce kiss, you held no fear of letting a man like him lead.

When you opened and bit his bottom lip, he laughed again into your mouth, and it was a threat you'd never forget.

For if Wesker was using you, then you were also using him. The worst would be that you didn't know if he'd ever let you go after.

What was the harm in capturing the attention of a man like Albert Wesker? You were going to find out now.

You had been afraid to touch him before, afraid to fall into the understanding of what the dreams had been showing you the entire time. The dreams had shown you Leon, Chris, and Wesker, and out of the three, Wesker had been distinctly different. You had never made it to touching his skin in the dream.

Your mind hadn't let you because the idea of him was enough to erode you senseless and now you knew why. Men like Leon opened their mouths and captured people with his intent. Men like Chris did things that convinced you of their loyalty even before you knew about them on a deeper level. They were honest in a way that was simple.

Men like Wesker made you afraid of what was in the deepest layer of your desire. The under-ruling factor of the Id, Ego, and SuperEgo.

Yes, you had dreamed of the aforementioned men touching you, but you dreamed of running from Wesker and he always caught you.

Hands were all over you now, and as they slid across the skin of your back, your sides, your chest, stomach, and neck, you knew you'd finally burn for the very thing you protected yourself with.

The sounds tearing from your throat were the very thing he had rewarded you for previously and he was still doing so now. Teeth were on your neck, your collarbones, and the marks he left had you pushing your hips into his. The evidence of what he wanted from you pushed back into the growing need you also harbored.

"Please," You asked him again.

Your voice was no longer hesitant. It was a demand. A need you both were beginning to understand held more than the simple touch of flesh.

The man in front of you finally let out his own noise and it was a groan. Something you weren't sure he was even aware of now, but he did, and his hands were yanking at the belt on your waist. Yanking it until it clattered to the floor along with the knife he had tossed. You were desperately trying to kick off your boots but the left one folded beneath your foot before you were fully clear of it, and you stumbled.

Captain Wesker snarled into your mouth and yanked you back into him. As if you had dared to interrupt what he was fully enjoying. As if the very idea of any sort of escape from him was impossible with the way he was reacting to your nearness now.

He bit your bottom lip back and you swore you could taste blood. Where that should have concerned you, it only made you burn hotter at the prospect that he was just as hungry for the contact you coveted from the people who never understood.

Did he have someone at home? In his life? There was no way he didn't have options.

Your pants and panties were being pushed down your hips when he finally let your waist go. Maybe deciding you weren't trying to get away he also finally decided to rid you of the last barriers that kept you from him now.

Kicking the last of your clothes away, you realized then that you stood naked before the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team Captain and yet he was still fully dressed.

He had pulled his head back, dislodging his lips from yours when his eyes dropped to fully take you in. Your hair may be short, but there was no hiding what you really were any longer. The months at the academy had put you in decent shape but you still held the soft curves that were natural for a woman and his slow stroll down your figure made that chromosome come alive.

Your nipples had hardened from the cold air of the room, but you could feel your breasts getting heavy from the arousal the man had pulled from you. Even in your vulnerability you knew what you needed.

When your hands reached for him again, he caught your wrist and your eyes darted to the restraint before jolting back up to him.

He was so much taller than you, and the hard lines that were entirely him now loomed above you when he gave you the smile you hadn't seen from him yet. The others had been a form of a sneer, or sheer amusement at your attempts to evade him.

But this smile was different. Distinctly different in fact that it scared you more than anything else because it was a real smile. One that you thought would naturally belong on his face when he found himself pleased.

If he was anything like you thought he may be, you were afraid that there weren't many things that pleased him.

You stood before him bare, with your intentions everclear, and still you held his eyes. You reached for the man who had explained the natural fear people had of him. A fear you could realize for how he moved, and how he calculated every action.

But part of you didn't think he was calculating you anymore. At least not fully. Maybe because he couldn't.

"People rarely meet my eyes," he had said.

Did that mean that despite how he looked, that most of his interactions were under layered with fear?

If you could guess, Albert Wesker wanted to be challenged. He had noted your scores in the academy, your threatening status to men who were trying hard to beat you and they couldn't.

You were an imminent threat among the masses.

It shouldn't have been a wonder why he hadn't stopped thinking of your first encounter. You were the surprise you thought Albert Wesker wanted at that moment. At least, for this moment.

You gave a tug to your wrist and Captain Wesker's genuine smile deepened.

"Want something else, clever girl?" He pulled you forward towards him and away from the door. "You only asked me to touch you and I have. What else do you want?"

"Afraid I'm running out of buttons," was your snappy retort and it surprised you.

You weren't the only one because Captain Wesker's eyes crinkled in the corners when he laughed next.

"I'll have to find something better to offer you then," he replied as you neared.

You watched when he let go of you, stepped back, and then lifted his hands to reach for the bottom of his tucked in shirt. With a few simple tugs, he had pulled the material from his still fastened pants. He reached behind him and yanked the shirt from over his shoulders with ease.

If you hadn't lost your mind by deciding you were about to fuck the S.T.A.R.S. captain in the third-floor storage area, you certainly felt it fully leave you when you beheld the chest of the man who was beautiful as he was dangerous.

You had been right. Although he didn't have the bulk that other men spent years working towards, Captain Albert Wesker had a natural definition to him that drew the eye. He looked as if he had been born to draw the eye. To distract. To keep something attentive until he made the first strike.

Light muscles were held on a long frame that led to a fully defined stomach. Cut lines were trailing into his pants that had your breath leaving your chest once more. As if you forgot what the purpose of air was.

"Tell me," he interrupted your thoughts. The smile had gone from his face now; becoming impatient with your silence. "What you want."

"You," You answered with nothing flowery about the declaration. "I want—need to touch you. To have you, just for right now."

His head cocked once more. Alabaster hands pulled the belt from its metal loop, and you knew he observed when your eyes fell to the action.

When you looked back up, his eyes seemed to be continuing the conversation.

Go on...

"I haven't stopped thinking about that first encounter either." You took a step towards him.

There was only so much space left, and if he stopped you now, there'd be an interesting level of violence from one of you.

That much was clear.

You just didn't know who it'd be.

"At first you were just a superior that knew my secret. Another pawn I'd need to figure out how to stop."

His eyes narrowed, but still he pulled the belt from his hips.

His hands were at the buttons of his pants when you took the second to the last step to reach him.

"But you startled me even then with your desire to hold that secret. As if it was more amusing to allow me to exist in this lie while knowing that you could take it away at any point," You continued.

"I could," he purred when his zipper lowered.

"But you won't," You challenged. You were daring him now.

Daring him to challenge you on this. Because even then, you both knew that he wouldn't be telling a soul about who you were. Because as much of a threat as he could be, you knew what he sought in you had also become his own noose.

His boots were kicked off in the same way you had done so. With impatience and without his eyes leaving yours. He wanted what you gave openly, and he wanted every second when you didn't look away.

You took the last step, and you were toe to toe with what would be one of the most dangerous men in the world soon. You'd look back on these days, and you'd wonder.

"No, clever girl, I don't think I will." He watched then as you lifted a hand and hovered it over his chest. He dropped your eyes to watch you hesitate.

He hadn't been expecting the other hand to grab his face though and when you pulled his chin up to meet your eyes again, that animal-like quality in him told you how much he adored it. Your other hand touched his chest, and you could feel when his breathing quickened.

"There's no going back after this," he breathed while he held your damning gaze. "Do you understand that?" His hand enclosed over the one you held to his chest. Over the heart that couldn't lie for its body.

"No," You admitted, pulling slightly at his chin to bring his face toward yours.

Captain Wesker was too tall and too strong of a man to force into anything, but at your simple requesting tug, he lowered his head once more toward yours. You didn't take your eyes from his while you watched something different flicker across his features while he thought.

"You're going to be mine." The voice that came from him now wasn't to be reasoned with. It was a lethal declaration of fact but even men like Albert Wesker weren't removed from giving a woman the chance to consent.

Even if he did it in an odd way.

He had been telling you who he was in words and in actions, but this would be the moment you remembered forever. The moment in which you had not only pleaded for the devil to touch you, but you had held his heart, and let him take you.

There'd be no absolution for your actions, but the consequences wouldn't come back to you until much later. When he wasn't entirely the same. When much of his humanity had disappeared but something remained behind. Something neither one of you could deny even now.

Like called to like.

He said your name again and you found your tongue licking his lips in response. As if it was the last unleashing you needed.

"I was yours the moment you said my name, captain," You admitted. "That's what I dreamed about. You saying the name I haven't heard in months. Every time you say it—" You paused and kissed his lips so tenderly, that he froze beneath your palm.

You could feel how still he had become.

A threat in its own right.

"What…" His voice was hoarse against your lips, and you felt lost at the emotion that came from it. "What are you here to do?"

You pulled back and released his lips. The desire in his eyes remained but something more cutting lived there now. As if your servitude to the man you should be hiding from now cast his shadow out around you. To conceal. To consume.

To protect.

He wanted the truth, and you didn't know if it was the best idea to give it to him.

Then again, your best ideas had brought you to standing naked in front of him so you shouldn't have been surprised when your mouth opened next.

"Chief Irons killed my sister." You could feel your eyes hardening into stone while they bore up into his. "He's killed a lot of people but—" Your breath deepened. You had only told Leon so much because you needed to protect Leon. Because Leon wouldn't be free of the ramifications if this blew back on you.

Albert Wesker stood like a man who had no enemies, and you hardly suspected you would need to protect him.

"He killed her, and she was mine too. The only thing I had that made everything make sense in this world!" Your other hand lifted and pressed against his chest.

You stepped forward and indicated with your hands for him to step back.

Miraculously, he did. You did it again and Captain Wesker's legs hit the small bench behind him. Your hands slipped upwards and wrapped your hands over his strong shoulders. With a push, he understood and sat before you.

Albert Wesker was looking up at you now. And the change in position had him oddly looking so much younger when the dim light of the room highlighted the sharp features that kept the lesser creatures from ever meeting its gaze.

"I'm here to bring him down. See to my sister's justice and no one will get in the way of that. No one." Your hands had lain themselves on his face and he didn't pull back, nor did he immediately react to your truth.

You didn't give him time to either because you didn't need Albert Wesker's protection, his pity, or his wrath. You hadn't ever needed those things from anyone because you never had the opportunity to extend yourself in such a way.

With one foot lifting, you stepped over the bench and placed your leg to straddle him before you lowered yourself into his lap. The other leg followed and soon you were sitting astride this dangerous man who let the emotion creep in for you.

This man who told you with every move that he wanted to consume you but also allowed a moment of control. Something maybe he hadn't allowed before.

You hadn't dropped his eyes once though and soon you were nose to nose while you settled into arms that were wrapping around you.

"You asked me what I wanted," You uttered, leaning forward to kiss him once. "I want you to keep looking at me the way you do, and I want to remember what it feels like to fu—"

His hands grasped your face and the lips against yours were no longer in the mood to hear you talk. You had won his little game. This quid pro quo that wasn't in your favor.

You hadn't dared to ask him what he was hiding because in truth, you didn't want to know, and you thought he knew that too. Whether he found comfort, relief, or simple disregard in that, you'd never know either.

Your fingers dug into the skin of his shoulders when he finally lowered his hands down the length of you. Once more, he couldn't seem to touch you enough. The hands of the monster were gentle when the one receiving wanted to burn too.

"Captain," You uttered when his mouth sucked on your pulse point.

The erection laying against your stomach let you know what he wanted but despite his vapid actions, he didn't seem to be in a complete hurry to ruin you.

"You will come to me if you need help," he commanded in the voice he had bid for you in the office where you first met. The emotion in his voice was gone and the words were delivered with an edge.

"No," You uttered in a breath.

"Yes," he seethed, his hands were bruising on your hips when he lifted you with ease. You thought he meant to remove you from him, but that wasn't his intention at all.

Albert Wesker held you suspended on his lap, and he waited for you to concede before he acted next.

"I don't need your help." You fought to reach his lips, but he was too far down now.

"Oh, clever girl," he purred. "I don't care. You're mine now, and I don't think you fully understand what that means even now. If I catch someone touching you—" he slammed your hips down and entered you in one smooth slide.

You were thankful the building was empty because your scream was amplified by the small room.

"If I catch someone looking at you the wrong way," he breathed against your mouth while he let you settle firmly on his cock that pulsed inside you. "If I even suspect that you've allowed yourself to be put into any position that isn't mine, you're going to regret coming into my office."

"I already do!" You hissed before you used your knees to press yourself upwards before slamming back down onto him, earning a grunt from him while his eyes raged down into yours.

"Oh, you don't yet, dear, but you will." And then Captain Albert Wesker was fully unleashed. "You claim that, but you're so wet for me."

"Knees up on the bench," he barked before you could retort with the level of ownership he was expressing now.

You hadn't planned for this. Maybe more casual sex sure, but this level of want from him? He couldn't be serious. He couldn't mean to keep an eye—

One of his hands left your hips and it gripped your chin roughly when he yanked your face up to his.

"Pay attention," he grit out from between his teeth.

You narrowed your eyes when you brought your first leg back and set your shin on the bench beside his right thigh. It lifted you slightly above him and he hissed when you squeezed your inner muscles around him in doing so. You brought your second leg up and allowed yourself to sink down onto him fully in a way that hadn't been accessible from how you were forced to lean forward before.

The result had you letting him see the sheer pleasure on your face when he filled you deeply.

"Much better," he said, watching you closely. That sneer you had seen from him previously was back on his features and you decided that he was too composed for what this was.

You laid your hands back on his shoulders before you lifted your body with the power in your legs and you began to ride the S.T.A.R.S. captain.

You wanted desperately to kiss him, but that wouldn't allow you to do what you needed to for the next few minutes. No matter how good you felt, you decided you wouldn't allow yourself to enjoy it too much until he lost his composure first.

How to do that?

You slammed down on him and held eyes while you whispered, "If I am yours," You uttered and rose again, your eyes battling his. "Then you are mine."

You rose and fell like the beat of a heart, and you weren't ashamed of the gasps coming from your mouth while you watched him enjoy every moment of your actions but also of the challenge you gave him in his very sight.

You wouldn't look away; you wouldn't completely submit because that's not what he wanted. Now that he had you how he liked, you knew he thrived in getting what he commanded. His position of leadership probably held more meaning to him than he may ever let on.

But what Albert Wesker coveted was no longer a secret to you when you arched your lower back and allowed your skin to brush his chest. Still, you held his eyes while you professed the very same thing. The fluttering pulse at his neck was your first indicator and it led the way for your hand that lifted to his hair.

With one hand bracing on his shoulder still, you dragged your fingers through his hair and rose slowly to look down into his piercing gaze and held it while you began to lower yourself with ease.

His mouth dropped open slightly, and the smile on your lips is what made him break eye contact with you first. The brows above his eyes pinched as he beheld your victorious visage, and you weren't ready for the hands that gripped your hips hard again before he stood up with you in his arms.

You let out a strangled gasp and feared for a moment you had pushed him too far—taken more than you should have, and when he walked forward, your eyes met his and saw his own satisfaction living there. There was no hiding the wild desire that electrified his face into the very same thing that pulsed through you.

Your back slammed into the wall near the door and you felt the wind knock from you at the level of force of it. With your back against the wall, he was curling your legs around his powerful hips before he thrusted into you hard.

You couldn't even make a sound and even if you could have, the mouth he slammed over yours was meant to own more than it ever meant to sooth.

"Do you feel that?" he murmured against your mouth before he pulled and tore at your lips and thrusted his hips again. "That urge to breathe but you can't?"

Still, you couldn't get air into your lungs and the power of his body thrusting into yours faster and faster seemed to only amplify the panic that was turning into a pleasure so hot it was beginning to seize your muscles.

"The lack of air in your lungs?" His hands left your legs, and you were braced up entirely by your back against the wall while he drove into you at a mad pace.

"That's what I want you to always remember now that you've said what you have," he raged against your mouth. "Your every breath belongs to me."

Finally, you could take in a breath and the whistling of it was loud before it cut off from his mouth sealing completely over yours.

"You breathe when I tell you to breathe." He was ruthless and allowed only small spaces of air to slip in between his ministrations. "Ask me to breathe. Go on, clever girl. Do it now if you think you can."

Your legs tightened around him, and the rising climax you knew was coming almost felt like an insult for how much he was controlling your bodily functions at the moment.

But you'd be lying if you said you hated it and he hated when you lied.

"Wesker—" his lips bit yours hard and his hand went to your throat. The squeeze he gave let you know he didn't want you to ask with your words.

No, you knew better than that, even now.

Your eyes had been squeezed shut in the panic and in your need to breathe and feel. But now they snapped open, and now they plead while your orgasm traitorously rose to the surface.

His head was tilted down over yours and his pleased grin let you know you were correct when you begged for your air and for more of what he did by simply depriving you of your basic necessities.

"Such a good girl," he purred and released your throat.

The back of his knuckles rolled down the space between you both. Tickling your heaving chest and stomach before he touched lowered. Fingers grazing your clit.

The air you took in was the sweetest you could ever remember, and you realized that your vision had been going darker around the edges. Everything came back in such a sharp clarity.

Your brain was filling back up with oxygen and in those moments it couldn't have been clearer on how much you fucked up.

The man holding you against the door was owning every part of you and with your inhale you crested over the edge and looked right into his eyes as your climax hit and contorted your face into the very thing he wanted most. Your utter submission. By keeping your eyes on him, you told him everything he needed to know.

But that wasn't where the fuck up truly lied.

You wouldn't ever be able to go back either. Because he was right. You were his now and whether he was yours was out of your complete control.

"Don't look away," he uttered, breathless now while he watched you come down from the high and continue to take everything he gave you. "Don't take those eyes off of me."

"I couldn't," You whispered, still trying to catch your breath. Your back bowing as you released yourself fully into what he needed from you. "I couldn't look away if I tried."

Captain Wesker was moaning now, and it was the most delicious thing you had ever heard, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough that the slapping of skin was filling the room, or your shared breaths mixed like your future would in ways you didn't know yet.

"I am yours." You kept your eyes open when you took his mouth with yours. Your lips were soft and in no hurry. A complete contrast from the man in front of you. "I am yours, Captain Wesker."

His hand reached for your face and cupped it before he pushed you back toward the wall. His eyes, again, left yours first and he took in the length of you in front of him. Your dedicated and challenging eye contact, your swollen mouth, your heaving chest, and the body you had joined on his.

He snarled and the hand on your face gripped you harshly.

Did he see it too now?

He had fucked up too.

There'd be no going backward for either of you. What started as taunting and sex threatened to undo the foundation both of you had set for yourselves.

He knew now what you set out to do and he hadn't balked. That fact should have scared you because it implicated his superior and this very station. It threatened to undermine his position and the internal investigation alone should have pissed him off given what his department did.

But he hadn't balked. He had set those bullseye eyes on you and dared you to come to him if you were threatened.

You turned your head then, and it shifted his hand toward your mouth. His thumb smeared across your lips, and you opened your mouth slightly while you held his gaze. His breathing was harsh, and you could feel his stomach tightening from the sides of your legs around your hips. He was close.

Captain Wesker rubbed his thumb across your lips on his own then. His harsh grip was forgotten when he watched your mouth softly kiss what his hands offered.

He had taken his gloves off earlier. As if he understood what your other undoing would be aside from saying your true name. He watched now as you kissed his thumb, and you knew there was only so much time left.

He had you bowed back against the wall with your hips jutted out to allow him the best access, but when you reached for him with a trembling hand, he stepped forward immediately and gave you what you wanted.

For him to be closer.

His chest pressed into yours and one of his forearms dropped to slide around your ass to keep you in position but also to allow him the control to move you still.

Your hand cupped his cheek and the thumb you smoothed over his sharp cheek bone was something he leaned into while he continued to fuck you against the wall.

He didn't pull back when you finally broke your full eye contact and kissed him once more.

And then he did what you hadn't expected while your lips kissed him softly and your hand lay upon him so gently.

You wouldn't ever know that it was the gentlest touch someone had ever dared to give him. You wouldn't know how it affected him because he would never tell you that. He would never tell anyone of the woman who had touched his heart with the looks she gave him in that forgotten police station. He would never tell anyone how he never forgot her, even in the end.

Albert Wesker leaned into your gentle touch and allowed your soft lips to caress his as he closed his eyes beneath it. He closed his eyes and the mask he held slipped when his mouth trembled against yours.

His free hand was back on your chin, and he shifted your mouth fully over his while he kissed you back. There were no teeth or biting this time around. Only a devotion that would never be forgotten.

Captain Wesker continued to thrust into you before he fell over the edge with a moan into your mouth and the surge of his hips.

Because men like Albert Wesker had been born into violence and they walked that every day. It leaked into their dreams, and it simmered beneath the surface of every interaction. It bled into their eyes, and it kept people from ever holding them.

Until he met you, searching through the office of his team and you hadn't looked away once.

You didn't stop kissing him even when you knew he was orgasming. You didn't care that his breath was locked in his throat because you wanted every one of them to belong to you too.

Captain Wesker fell over the edge with you, and you didn't know if you ever came back up.

When his hips came to a final stop, you were still kissing him sweetly and he didn't pull away. He held you against that wall and stepped in closer while he was still inside you.

Soon, he broke away to breathe and you couldn't find it in yourself to stop him. When your eyes opened back up, his eyes were already on yours.

That mask was still off while he beheld you in a way you'd always remember too.

You were the woman that broke Albert Wesker. The woman who would ultimately change a future that should have always been set in stone.

But you could feel it now as you both stood in that dingy room in the dead of night.

His hands were moving to unwrap your legs from his waist, and he shifted when you let out a soft sound of disapproval when he began to unwind you from himself. He paused for a moment but continued and then your feet were dropping back to the ground; back to a reality you would both need to soon face.

Him back to a line of work that included his corrupt chief and the secrets he kept…and you with your academy and identity you needed to maintain.

This was supposed to have just been dominance and sex.

But what were you supposed to do when you found the deepest parts of you staring back in the exchange?

You were certain he didn't know the answer either. But his arms didn't leave your body even when he had separated himself from you. The evidence of your lovemaking dripping off of you both.

"I..." You started but you were without words again. What did you say to the man who had broken you too?

"I know," he answered quietly.

You stared up at him. With the hair that had come down over his forehead and ruined his composed look. His chest was still slightly heaving as he came back to himself.

Your palms were still on his chest from where you had placed them when he had set you down.

It was him that leaned down to kiss you once more and he didn't move for a moment. As if he just wanted one last moment before you both put your clothes back on and went back to your lives.

But there'd be no going back because he said, "Get dressed, we need to go."

"We?" You uttered. Your head turned down and glanced at the cut band he had ruined, and you frowned.

His hand cupped your chin and brought your eyes to zero in on the smirk he had at his mouth.

"Yes, dear, you need to get back to your dorm and I'm going to walk you there."

"Won't that look suspicious?" Your sass was returning right along with his arrogance.

Neither of you would forget what the other was.

"More suspicious than you walking in with titts?" he questioned with his cultivated voice wrapping around the reality you had tried to keep a secret from everyone else.

"Okay, you have me there, captain," You relented with a smile growing when he shook his head and stepped away from you to grab his clothes. "But how is you walking me there going to make that go away?"

"Because I terrify people, clever girl. Even your breasts, as lovely as they are, can't compete with that."

And then it happened.

He should have known then, but he didn't.

Your cackling laugh was echoing around the room and it had you doubling over, butt-naked, and utterly at mercy to the stern man who had just fucked you within an inch of your life and subsequently made you laugh with how absolutely dry his comical delivery was.

When you looked up at him he was staring at you in such a way that only made it worse.

Great. Ugly laugh right after sex. It couldn't have been a more you situation, but you didn't care anymore. Because you were about to do the walk of shame back to your dorm, with the S.T.A.R.S. captain who had just declared you his, no bra or a replacement band, and classes would start in about four hours if your sense of time was still intact.

The last thing you expected was a sense of humor from him and it was perfect.

When you looked up again, he was putting his pants on, but there was no mistaking the smirk on his face, nor the pleasure he held at the eyes you kept giving him.

When you were both fully dressed. He pulled the door open and glanced down at you at his shoulder.

"After you," he spoke. His eyes followed you when you walked past, and you could feel them even when you walked in front of him.

He allowed you to return to the library to collect the papers and books you had dropped.

You wanted to clean up after yourself after all. The previous remark seemed to be something he was thinking of too, because you caught that smile at the corner of his mouth when he actually bent down to help grab the papers you had laying around earlier.

You figured he wanted to see where you were with your investigation, and you found yourself not caring.

When everything was back in order, he didn't touch you again when he brought you to the correct building that housed you and Leon's room.

Fuck you forgot about Leon.

He was probably waiting up for you and you'd need to wipe that stupid smile from your face before you walked into the room. You'd need to figure out what to do with your chest too.

There was only one lamp lit outside of the dorm and it stood right outside the door. The rest of the campus was still dark and none of the windows showed another soul that was still awake during the hour.

You knew you couldn't risk having anyone see you, so when you looked up into the captain's eyes you fully expected that to be it before you turned for the door.

That possessive hand was snaking around your wrist again, and he yanked you back toward him.

You feared someone would see, but the captain didn't seem to care as he held you to him now.

"You won't always be a cadet you know," he murmured looking down into your stare.

"No," You agreed.

"What will you do after?"

"I don't know." And you didn't. You hadn't thought that far ahead.

"Mmm," his baritone drawled while his eyes flickered back and forth between your eyes. "You'll meet me in the library tomorrow at 11 p.m."

"But—" You tried.

"Do not bring Kennedy." He released your arm, and without another word the captain was turning on his heel, moving back across the campus.

The underlying message was clear enough, but you weren't certain how it would work.

Albert Wesker wasn't going to let you go.

Not while you were here and certainly not after.

You had given him your real name. You hadn't even tried to lie because you sensed how dangerous that would be back then.

You had given him your name and you didn't think he'd ever forget it.

When you watched him pause before he would enter back through the main building. He looked back toward you.

You wouldn't be forgetting either.

You didn't forget men like Albert Wesker.

And you certainly didn't run from them either.

You smiled then and even from that distance you think he saw it because he had gone still again.

You smiled with your teeth, and you let him know that you wouldn't be running, but you would be careful.

It was you that turned away first. You still had work to do, but no one would ever know the power behind you now.

Men like Captain Wesker didn't lie about their vows either because like called to like.

And people would find out how strong that vow was in time.