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“Everything is running smoothly, Director, the excellent finale of my little STARS project will come to a head tonight, and the final data necessary to begin production will be recorded,” Albert Wesker spoke over the phone in a careful tone.

Not excited, not concerned. Everything was in perfect control. A plan he had been a part of for almost years now was reaching the zero-hour, and there was nothing standing between himself and the immense rewards of all his patience and hard work for the soulless Umbrella Corporation. Their money had funded an immense portion of his research, and he was stoically eager to face the fall of STARS for good.

Working two jobs had been quite the stressful activity. It would be a relief to focus on what really mattered.

That being said…

“There is only one last thing I have to do,” he murmured, phone still clasped to his ear as he touched the framed photo of his lover on his desk, a young brunette in a well-suited green.

Whilst Wesker had never been afraid to make a sacrifice before, being a little selfish now and then had never hurt anybody with enough money and influence… and he’d be damned before he allowed Umbrella to take such a well trained body for their own. But rabbits could die of loneliness. Perhaps he’d have to grab the little blond fool Chris couldn’t help but slather over ever since he’d tested Lilith out on them both (to most wonderful results).

He finished his conversation, and put the phone down. Well then. Time to burn off a little steam before the real work had to begin.

=

It was already gone midnight when Chris yawned and pushed himself back from his desk. He was the only one on duty that night, aside from Wesker who was busy finishing reports in his office. Working late always sucked, but Leon was working late too and they’d planned to go hit a dead-hour viewing of a zombie flick they’d both been talking about for weeks.

Ever since the incident a few months ago, Chris had made the most of his permission to date Leon as well as Wesker. Enjoying friendship and good sex whenever he wanted – the dream. But they hadn’t all fucked since that point, and Chris had been trying to reinitiate it again ever since. It had been fucking hot. Getting it on with his two favourite blonds in the world? He wanked himself to sleep over the very thought every single night.

But Leon was too shy to talk to Wesker on his own, and Wesker too busy to bother with getting to know Leon. Leaving Chris the only intermediary, and a receiver on both ends.

He got up from his desk and stretched, glancing over at Jill’s desk and wondering why she’d left her lockpick set behind (she never ever forgot it) when she’d just been sent on a recon mission with the rest of Alpha team. He felt a little disappointed he hadn’t been sent with them, but as Wesker had impressed upon him, there had to be someone left to stop the ship from sinking.

 On quiet feet, he tip-toed to Wesker’s office door and listened. He could hear the man mumbling on the phone inside. He gave a light knock.

“Come in.”

Poking his head around the door, he grinned at his boss. Wesker looked good in his STARS uniform, a nice fitted shirt, sunglasses sat on the desk in front of him so that his grey eyes looked a little haunted in the shadow cast by the desk-lamp. He raised an eyebrow at Chris, phone still held to his ear.

“I’m gonna go grab a coffee from downstairs, you want anything?”

Wesker held up his hand, and turned away in his chair to finish his conversation: “…yes, sir. STARS Alpha are on their way and should be there shortly. Don’t worry. They won’t disappoint.” The call ended, and Chris watched as his partner put down the phone onto the hook, and turned back to face him. “Come in, Chris, I don’t need a coffee with you here.”

“God, you’re always such a flirt,” Chris grinned as he slunk in around the door and shutting it behind him. “But y’know,” he continued, perching on the other side of the desk and picking up the first document on Wesker’s in-tray, “I feel a bit frustrated I couldn’t go with them tonight. I thought they’d want everyone going, considering it’s Bravo Team that’s gone AWOL…”

“As I said, Redfield, I need-“

“Someone to hold down the fort, yeah,” Chris shrugged, putting the document down after not reading it. “I was gonna see Leon after I’d finished my hours, you wanna tag along? I know you’re not a big fan of horror films, but there’s this Living Dead type flick on at the Raccoon City Theatre. You could bunk off for a bit, right?”

Wesker’s lips curled into a smile, and he patted the desk in front of him. “Come here, Chris.” He waited until Chris had swung his legs over and now sat facing him, before putting his hands on the younger man’s spread thighs. “However much I would… love… to see a zombie movie with yourself and Officer Kennedy, I would much rather sink my teeth into something far more entertaining tonight.”

“Oh, yeah?” Chris grinned, looking down into Wesker’s eyes and leaning back a little on the desk as he felt Wesker’s large hands massaging the tender flesh of his thighs. The STARS office was always eerily quiet this late at night, even with the other officers working downstairs. It was their own little haven, a hidden place, just them two. “Well… I guess it’s been a while,” he considered, letting Wesker spread his legs a little further, “maybe I could bring Leon up here after his shift?”

“Hm.” Wesker’s fingers were stroking over the shape in Chris’ trousers, cupping a familiar length and palming it into a recognisable hardness beneath the fabric. “Perhaps… but right now, I’m craving you Christopher.”

The gaunt look on his face cast by the shadows brought with it an odd earnestness, and hunger. Chris shivered, and bit his lip as Wesker’s fingers unzipped him and pulled his cock out into the cool air of the office.

“Been horny all day, cap?” Chris teased, letting his boot find Wesker’s crotch and nudge the man’s groin. “Bit pent up?”

Wesker chuckled, tapping a finger to the piercing through the tip of Chris’ stiff and flush cock standing proud in the air between them. "I can see I’m not the only one.”

“Fuck..” Chris whispered as he felt Wesker’s tongue press to his tip, and sat back to watch his older lover lick him from the tip to the base, eyes shut.

Wesker sucked on the underside, kissing his way slowly back to the top, allowing saliva to slick the length as his fingers followed his mouth, massaging the sensitive skin of Chris’ cock in with the spit. The younger man was breathing heavy, lips slightly parted. Wesker glanced up through his long blond eyelashes as he kissed the swollen glans, tongue rolling over it and dipping into the slit and suckling around the metal piercing.

Chris was grabbing onto the edge of the desk behind him now, flush all over. “Wesker… how are you so good at everything?” He half complained, moaning softly as Wesker dipped his head to kiss and suck bruises into the skin of his thighs, blond hair brushing against his cock.

“Because I want to pamper you, my dear,” Wesker murmured, caressing Chris’ swollen balls with his tongue and wrapping his fingers around the length as he began to pump him with the saliva already lubricating it. Chris twitched and tightened his thighs around the man’s head, fighting back his sounds as Wesker’s mouth suckled and rolled his balls until he was gasping for air.

Wesker sat back to admire his work so far, pumping Chris fluidly and quickly, squeezing a tight flesh-tunnel with his fingers as he worked the sensitive middle portion of Chris’ length, then up to the tip, rolling his palm over the glans until Chris whined and grabbed his wrist to try and stop him.

“Urgh..” the younger man was squirming now, “it’s too much… I’m g-gonna cum already…”

“A break, then.” Wesker removed his hand, and Chris fell back onto his hands again as he panted for air, watching his red-stiff cock shiver and glitter at the slit. “You have a wonderful cock, Christopher,” he mused, allowing his fingertip to trace the vein from base to piercing, dipping into the droplet of precum balanced like dew before bringing it to his lips; “I suppose Officer Kennedy enjoys his time bouncing on it.” His eyes dropped lower, “or perhaps… you’ve allowed him my liberty also?”

Chris hesitated, before shaking his head, eyes still glowing with arousal. “I would, but…”

“But?” Wesker pried, taking Chris’ slick cock back into his grip and starting to stroke him again, slower. “Do go on and tell me how you two like to enjoy one another, Chris.”

“L-Leon… he loves getting fucked,” Chris explained breathily, watching Wesker’s hand and doing his best not to thrust his hips up and ruin the pleasure being given, “he loves it so much I can’t be bothered to suggest he do me instead… sometimes he fingers me though, when I’m already inside him…” he tilted his head back, brown hair in slight disarray from the sweat accumulating on his scalp. “I w-wasn’t sure if you wanted me to go that far, since…” (Wesker noted with a small smile to himself, his boy turned a little pink around the ears).

“Very good, Chris,” Wesker purred, satisfied, “I had suspected that was the case. But still, the depth of your loyalty despite temptation is quite wonderful. Although what you and Officer Kennedy get up to is your own business, I am willing to allow it if permission is what you desire.” He sucked on the tip of Chris’ cock again, forcing a moan as more pre-cum oozed out into his mouth. “Mm…” he smirked, pulling back to admire the visible throb as Chris edged closer to the inevitable orgasm, “I would like to watch as Kennedy takes you for the first time.”

“Uh… yeah?” Chris mumbled, unable to put too many thoughts together as he rocked his hips slightly, fucking up into Wesker’s fist, “I want that… fuck… I want you in my mouth whilst he’s fuckin’ me…”

Wesker chuckled. “My dear Redfield, you never have been a shy one.” He let go of Chris’ cock (much to the disappointed groan of Chris), and opened a desk drawer. “But before we go making other arrangements, I’d like to make some aesthetic improvements, since your ‘prince albert’ healed so well.”

Chris licked his lips, trying to ignore the ache of his cock as he watched Wesker produce a small piercing kit he had prepared. “Another one on my cock?” He asked half frightened, half eroticised. “It’ll be hard to play tonight if you do that, Wesker-“

Wesker smiled thinly and rose to his feet, now looking down at his flush and eager lover. “Lift your shirt, Chris.”

“Oh…” Chris clocked it, and obeyed. His nipples were a soft pink in the low light, the same as the tip of his swollen penis, and they pebbled a little in the cool air. “I was wondering how long they’d be safe for," he joked, "you sure they’re gonna be alright to work in?”

“Don’t fuss the details,” Wesker said casually, snapping on a pair of latex gloves and producing an anti-bacterial wipe from a pack in the drawer. “Now Chris, I want you to touch yourself as I do this,” he said firmly, grey eyes sternly on Chris’ hazel. “I want to hear you moan as I pierce you.”

Chris grinned, and nodded. “Is it gonna hurt?” He asked, dropping one hand to begin stroking himself as he felt Wesker clean the skin of his nipples, teasing them into full hardness.

“Frightened of a little pain?” Wesker chuckled, opening the needle pack, and holding it up to the light.

“No…” Chris looked at the needle, stroking himself sloppily with Wesker’s leftover saliva, panting and feeling the heat rise inside. It had been a while since his aptly named ‘prince albert’ had been done, but the pain and pleasure had been exquisite. Still, the adrenaline was enough to make him shiver, and he exhaled shakily as Wesker pinched his right nipple and lined up the needle.

“Eyes on me, Chris.”

Grey. Hazel. A flash of brief white pain, and Chris gasped, squeezing his cock tight as the first puncture went through.

“Good man,” Wesker murmured, measured and calm as he threaded the bar through and fixed the bearings. Tossing away the first needle, he opened a second and gave Chris a cursory smile. The young man had some glint of tears in his eyes from the shock, but he was still pumping away at his cock, lewd and messy and hungry for it. “Deep breath.”

Chris exhaled heavily again, moaning out as Wesker slid the second needle into his left nipple. He squirmed a little, moaning again as the bar was pushed through and fixed in place.

“Oh fuck, that second one hurt,” he gasped, blinking a tear from his eyelashes.

“You did well,” Wesker praised him, wiping a little blood away with another wipe. “You’re still hard, too. I hadn’t realised you were such a masochist, Chris.”

Chris groaned softly, looking down at his chest to admire the glints of metal in his nipples, and at his cock still stiff and dripping with the brink of an orgasm. “Do they look good?”

Wesker smirked, and sat back down in his chair to admire his work, cupping Chris’ balls in one hand and fondling them as he watched the man jerk off in front of him. “You look delectable, my dear.”

With a moan at the additional touch, Chris dropped his head forward, eyes shut. “I wanna cum now, Wesker… fuck, can I?”

“Of course.” Wesker lowered his head and finally took Chris into his mouth, tonguing the tip before taking him into his throat, bobbing his head and swallowing his lover into the tight constrictive passage.

“Mnh, Wesker… oh my god…” Chris shuddered, gripping onto Wesker’s hair as he lifted his hips slightly, orgasming with a satisfied groan.

Wesker pulled himself up, and wiped his mouth with a tissue from the box on his desk (for such emergencies).

“Man…” Chris caught his breath, looking down again at his nipples and resisting the urge to touch them. “You want me to do you, cap?” He asked absent-mindedly. So distracted by his own body, he didn’t notice Wesker put a pill on his tongue as he stood.

The firm hand of his captain was placed on the back of his head, and Chris was pulled into a deep kiss. He welcomed Wesker’s tongue, and swallowed the pill by mistake before he could recognise it. But as he did so, he yanked his head back, hand to his throat.

“What did you-“

“No need to panic,” Wesker murmured, checking his watch, “you’ll be awake again shortly.”

“You… bastard… why do you always wanna drug me…?” Chris slurred, trying to stand up from the desk in his fury, only to slump forward and be caught in Wesker’s arms.

Wesker cradled his lover to his chest. “I believe it’s time to go have some fun with Officer Kennedy.”

=

Chris awoke in the interrogation watch room. He was strung up with his hands cuffed above his head, connected to a chain hanging from a fixture on the ceiling, whilst the ring that was pierced through his cock was tied separately by a thin thread, up to another fixture. Keeping him firmly in place, as when he found his footing and tried to move back, the subsequent tug brought a groan of pain to his lips, and forced him back into position.

“God…damn you Wesker…” he whispered to himself, tugging his wrists again and biting his lip. The room was empty aside for chairs and a desk pushed to one side, and a clock hung over the door. In front of him was the one-way mirror looking into the interrogation room.

The door to his right opened, and he glanced over to see Wesker enter the room with a sly smile on his face.

“Awake at last, I hope you rested well.”

Chris glared at him. “This was entirely unnecessary,” he pointed out, rattling the chain above his head, “you could’ve just told me you wanted to do some bondage play.”

“Ah, but it’s not as fun that way, Chris.”

“Why the hell do I put up with you?”

Wesker walked around Chris, admiring his body, before plucking the thread and forcing a hiss from the younger’s mouth as his cock was tugged. “Because you enjoy it. You’re every part as perverted, otherwise we wouldn’t be here now, would we?”

Chris glowered at him, but it was true and he had no real rebuke.

“So what, you’re gonna fuck me now?”

Wesker walked behind him, and drew his fingertips down Chris’ spine to his tailbone, forcing the young man to shiver at the touch. “I’ve been working on a new applicable virus,” he said slowly, and Chris heard the cap of a bottle snap open out of sight behind him, “something rather similar to the Lilith virus you enjoyed some months ago.”

“Huh? Why-“ Chris hissed as his cock was pulled tight again by his movements, “fuck… why are you making more of that shit?”

Wesker chuckled. “We all enjoyed the effects, did we not? But this is something a little more… specific. Something to prepare you for Officer Kennedy’s arrival.”

“Leon’s coming here?” Chris asked bleakly, feeling suddenly self conscious about his position.

“In a little while, yes.”

Chris gasped as something cold touched his hole, and he stiffened his body as Wesker’s right middle-finger pressed inside of him aided by the thick, cold lotion he had copiously poured out.

“G-god…” he mumbled, trying to relax his body to allow for Wesker’s finger to stroke deep inside.

“That’s it Chris, nice and deep,” Wesker purred, sliding in a second finger and watching the young man’s little hole stretch around him. Two fingers, long and deep, fucking him with slow and purposeful strokes.

Chris shook slightly as he held himself up, feeling his cock strain against the angle it was strung up in. “W-Wesker…” he tried to look over his shoulder at the man, and was met with a kiss to the back of his neck.

“Relax, my dear, it’s nothing nefarious, this time.”

“That’s not… very assuring,” Chris pointed out between soft moans as he allowed the familiar stretch to return to pleasure. He gasped as Wesker spread his fingers, and felt a spurt of the lube directly inside of him, cold and thick. “What is this stuff? Urgh…” a glob ran down his thigh, “it’s like cum.”

Wesker didn’t speak, his fingers were pushing deep again, searching around until Chris tensed at a certain spot. “There it is,” he murmured, working his fingertips in smooth circles into the swollen gland of Chris’ prostate, massaging in the lube until it was all stirred up and thicker than before.

Chris was moaning quietly to himself, having decided to give in and enjoy the sensation. It had been a while since Wesker had fucked him, and he was looking forward to getting some backdoor action after only fucking Leon for a fortnight.

“It’s… getting hotter…” he whispered, feeling a strange tingling inside of himself, “is it supposed to do that?”

“Yes, I tested this one before,” Wesker assured him, the noises from Chris’ hole growing sloppier and wetter as he fucked the lube deep inside of Chris.

“Tested… it?” Chris grunted, “on yourself?” He pictured Wesker lying in his office, legs up, fingering himself. “Urgh-“ his cock strained so hard it hurt, and he almost stumbled. A drop of precum splashed onto the floor.

“Hmph.” Wesker pressed himself close to the hot skin of Chris’ back, and licked the sweat from the nape of his neck. “Did you enjoy that image, Christopher? My my… what a pervert you are. Perhaps you’ve not been wanting to fuck Leon all this time after all,” his other hand crept around to fondle Chris’ cock, noting it’s hardness with satisfaction, “perhaps you’ve wanted my ass instead.”

“N-no,” Chris spluttered, “well, yes, but-“ he clenched his toes, choking on his words as his prostate continued to receive a good pummelling from Wesker’s fingers, “I wanna fuck you both,” he admitted breathily, “I thought you-“

Wesker laughed through his nose. “Oh, Chris, don’t you know shy boys get nothing?”

Chris groaned as Wesker bit his shoulder. “Fuck…”

Of course he had imagined it. Fucking Wesker for a change. The handsome older man spreading his legs to take him, that serious look always on his face, even in orgasm. He had asked a long time ago, and Wesker had laughed him off. And ever since he had accepted Wesker didn’t want him to bring it up again. But this had changed everything.

“Can I?” He moaned in question, unable to even roll his hips back onto the fingers penetrating him as the tingling grew more intense inside, “can I fuck you, captain?”

At that very moment, Wesker’s mobile phone rang, and he stepped back immediately to answer it. “Captain Wesker speaking.”

Chris bit his tongue, trying not to make a sound even as Wesker’s right hand continued to stroke his prostate.

“…I see, I see sir. Give me ten minutes to fax that over to you, no, it won’t be a problem.” The brief call ended, and much to Chris’ disappointment, Wesker’s fingers slipped out.

“I have some work to finish quickly, Chris. I trust you can entertain yourself for a few minutes whilst I do so.”

Chris groaned. “Aw come on… I’m so close.” He gazed pleadingly over his shoulder at Wesker. “You really gonna leave me like this?”

Wesker thumbed over his slightly gaping hole, pushing a little of the thick lube back inside. “I think so. The effects are better the longer they’re left to take hold…”

Chris gasped as something was pushed inside of him, and he realised it was a plug. It fit snugly up against his prostate, large enough to feel a stretch, and too tapered to push out on his own.

“I won’t be a moment, Redfield,” Wesker assured him with a smile, plucking the thread stringing his cock again, before leaving the room and Chris to his erotic dilemma.

Chris grit his teeth and cursed under his breath; “fucking prick… bastard leaving me like this, why’s he so fucking in love with his work…” but as the seconds ticked audibly by on the clock above the door, he became uncomfortably aware of how itchy his prostate had become. Unbearably so. And the pressure of the plug pushed into it was doing little to scratch it.

He was strung up, filled with Wesker’s strange concoction, and there was nothing he could do but stand and wait to be helped. He was sweating a little, panting, cock so hard it ached, but he couldn’t move to try and rub it on anything. Squeezing around the plug, he tried his best to push it out (to try and pull it back in again), to no avail. Legs pressed together, he whimpered, and could do nothing more than stare straight ahead.

=

“See you tomorrow, Lieutenant!” Leon called into the inner office.

“Get home safe, Leon,” Marvin replied, giving Leon a wave before the young officer trapsed out of the office to go collect his belongings from the locker room upstairs.

It was gone midnight now, and he’d been eagerly checking his phone every few minutes up to the end of his shift to see if he’d missed any texts from Chris about their Friday night plans. A storm had picked up outside now though, and he wondered if it’d be better to just go back to one of their flats and play games all night instead.

After changing, he headed down the hall to the STARS office and knocked. No answer. He poked his head in and peered around, but the office was dark and empty. He remembered seeing most of the team head out earlier (with immense jealousy) apparently on some kind of big mission, but he hadn’t remembered seeing Chris go with them…

He whipped out his phone.

L: Where are you? Did you go already? 00:11

He didn’t need to wait long for a reply.

C: Interrogation room. Something to show you. 00:12

“What the…” Leon mumbled to himself. Why the hell was Chris down there? Perhaps he’d planned some kind of sex game. Not that Leon particularly wanted to have sex at work – it was hard getting turned on thinking about the enormous pile of paperwork you had to file the next day. They’d mucked about briefly in the showers, and almost got caught by Irons once as they canoodled in the stairwell up to the roof. He supposed with a sigh as he began to make his way across the RPD, at the very least they might be assured some privacy.

Down the stairs into the dead-end corridor that led to the interrogation rooms, Leon hesitated between the two doors. Which one?

He grabbed hold of the first door, and stepped into the room.

The sickly yellow light was on, and the table with two chairs was set up perfectly in order in the centre of the room. He could hear the rain lashing against the building, but the lack of lighting left the room rather dim and unreal. But the soundproofing allowed for none of the other sounds of the RPD to leak in, or out.

Leon glanced at his reflection in the one-way mirror and clicked his tongue. “For god’s sake Chris, I know you’re laughing in there,” he said moodily. He’d been working all day, and looked fairly tired and beaten down, there was nothing he wanted less than to joke around with Chris over something being pulled on him. “I’ll kick the shit out of you when I get in there-“

But as he tried the door, he realised it was locked.

“For fucks- Chris!” He spun back to the mirror, angry now, “let me out you goddamn prick.” He could only imagine the idiot pissing himself laughing out in the corridor. “I can’t believe I thought you were cool once.”

He thought that insult might’ve done the trick (Chris was quite susceptible to how ‘cool’ people found him), but as he tried the door again, and it still refused to open, he frowned. Maybe it wasn’t Chris after all. The guy could be a bit of a prankster, but he wouldn’t lock Leon in for a minute too long without needing to burst in and laugh in his face about it before kissing him stupid.

Leon banged his fist hard against the door, but it was to no avail, and he stood back with a creeping sensation in his gut. Then he heard it. A slithering, pattering noise emanating from above. He glanced up at the ceiling, looking around as he fumbled for his gun – only to realise he’d left it with the rest of his kit upstairs. “Shit.. what is that?”

There was a bang, and one of the ceiling tiles suddenly fell in. Leon scrambled back, coughing on the dust as he tried to peer up and see what was going on. And then he saw it. Something skinless, a huge reptile-like thing crawled down from the hole in the ceiling and stuck to the wall.

Fighting back the urge to scream, Leon set his eyes on the gap in the ceiling again. The door was a no show, but maybe he’d be able to crawl up through there and escape. By the looks of things, the creature had no eyes, but crept slowly around the wall, as if trying to sense for something there.

Leon had never seen anything like it before. It was horrible, like something out of a nightmare or a video game. But it smelled too, like blood.

Trying not to make a sound, he edged his way around the other side of the table, never taking his eyes off of the creature. Maybe some kind of mutant reptile or rat… all these thoughts ran through his head like lightning, trying desperately to find a reasonable answer to the terror threatening to overwhelm him.

Crack!

His eyes shot down. He’d stepped on a pen, and its ink oozed out from under his boot like blood.

Before he even had a chance to look up, the thing had launched itself upon him, snarling and hissing. It threw him down, but he struggled and managed to wriggle away from under it, stumbling around the other side of the table and evading its terrific weight and size. It launched again, and he leaped up onto the table, trying to jump to grab the ceiling tile to hoist himself up and away into the vents.

“Jesus, fuck-“ he swore, kicking at the things’ head as it crawled up onto the table and seemed to observe him as he tried to make an escape, dangling from the ceiling. Then the creature opened its mouth, great huge teeth already smothered in gore from god knows where, and out looped the unnaturally long red tongue. Like a snake, it slithered up Leon’s leg, tight and wet, soaking through his clothes immediately, until it had wrapped itself around his waist and tugged him down onto the table again.

He fell flat onto his chest, and tried to crawl away but the creature was upon him, holding him flat with his ass facing the mirror.

“Oh god, no!” Leon yelled, still trying to fight, feeling the claws of the creature shredding away his clothes and barely touching his skin. It worked swiftly, its tongue scaling his thighs and licking over all the places a monster shouldn’t be licking. “W-what’s going on-?” Leon gasped, realising he wasn’t in the process of being killed. Rather, the thing intended to eat him. Or perhaps…

The tongue met his asshole, and copious saliva drooled down his thighs in hot, sticky waves, before it entered him.

“Mngh… no…” he groaned, the power in his limbs ebbing as he realised with horror he was going to be ‘eaten’ rather than consumed. He gripped the edge of the table, cheek pressed to the desk as he tried to correct his breathing and not panic. The monster was smooth, too hot, and it was breathing deeply too as its tongue slowly crawled through his digestive tract.

“Oh f-fuck.. Chris!”  he yelled again, “Chris!” But it was getting harder and harder to think. The tongue was growing thicker, and his insides growing wetter as it explored him. He swore he could feel it in his stomach, and felt the coffee he’d drunk over the course of the evening threaten to remerge from his mouth. “Urgh…”

He tried to kick his legs, but his boot only met the mirror wall and he felt a sob of frustration and pleasure burst from his throat as the thing looped its tongue around his prostate and began to squeeze it. “No no no… this can’t be happening,” he muttered. Weird stuff like this had only happened once before, and that was back when Captain Wesker (Chris’ other partner) had gotten involved in their relationship. Whilst that had been frightening and then fun, this was straight up horror porn.

The door clicked, and Leon looked over with desperation, only to see the man of the hour himself.

“You-! I should’ve known…” he moaned, the licker still fucking him open with its tongue as Albert Wesker closed the door, and leaned back with his arms crossed and a satisfied smile on his face. “Wh-what is this thing?”

“We’ve been calling them lickers, for a little while now,” Wesker said, cool and composed. “Whilst I had sent a few here… I hadn’t expected one to find you quite so soon. I had wanted to play with you a little first, before Chris had his turn.”

Leon shuddered and moaned, trying not to think about the fact his cock was starting to get hard, frotting against the table. “Y-you could’ve just asked… why’d you have to lock me up?”

Wesker shrugged, and glanced at the mirror. “Christopher asked me the same thing not so long ago. I believe it is far more enjoyable just to watch you suffer. Something about adrenaline affecting the taste…” a cruel smirk twisted his lips, and Leon realised Wesker wasn’t even watching him as he got fucked.

Beside all the questions about why Wesker had made such a creature, he didn’t understand why the man was so goddamn difficult to read. Chris seemed to love him, and yet Wesker seemed like nothing more to Leon than a good fuck. Perhaps his friend really was just that naïve.

“H-help me..” he moaned, feeling the licker’s tongue starting to twist and move more violently inside of him, and he was sure if he looked, his stomach would be moving as if it were full of snakes. His legs were soaked, and as he felt the tongue withdraw, only to push back in again, he spasmed and almost came.

Wesker finally looked back at him. “Hold yourself, Kennedy. You’ll want to keep your stamina, Christopher is in dire need of some help.”

“W-what do you mean?” Leon begged, feeling angry and horny in the worst kind of way. No longer afraid of dying, but more at the consideration the same humiliation might be happening to Chris.

Wesker only glanced back at the mirror with the same smile as before.

Leon clocked it. Although he couldn’t see Chris, Chris could almost definitely see him. In full HD view, getting his insides eaten out by a monster no less. He moaned in embarrassment, trying to press his legs together (although it hid nothing).

“Perhaps that’s enough for now,” Wesker mused, as Leon lifted his head, gasping at the immense waves of pleasure rocking though him, drool running down his chin. Wesker brought out a small device from his pocket, and clicked it. As if on cue, the creature’s tongue began to slither out of Leon, and it crawled off of his body and back up to the hole in the ceiling from whence it came.

The older blond approached the table where Leon was still shaking and lying in place, and hooked his thumb into the fluttering hole, gaping so much it couldn’t quite close, and leaking copious clear fluid down into a puddle on the floor. Wesker turned to the mirror as he stretched Leon’s hole open wider.

“Take a good look, Chris, are you certain you want a man with an asshole this delicious to fuck you instead?” There was good humour to his voice, as if he were having an immense amount of fun.

Leon pulled himself together, and rolled away from Wesker and off of the desk. He stood, clutching the desk for support with one hand, clasping his stiff cock with the other. And with furious eyes, he glared at Albert Wesker. “I knew you were insane, but seriously?”

“Don’t be so ungrateful,” Wesker said casually, “come on, officer, I’ll show you what your precious Chris has been up to whilst you’ve been enjoying yourself in here.”

Following after Wesker unsteadily wearing nothing but his boots, he entered as Wesker held the door open for him.

“Chris!”

Chris was standing tied up, a dogged red-rimmed hunger in his eyes. He was breathing heavily, glowing with sweat, a small pool of white liquid on the floor in front of his toes from where his cock had been dripping. He made a move to try and get to Leon, only to whine and almost fall as the string tugged his cock.

“Leon, fuck… you’ve gotta help me,” he begged, “it… urgh… it itches, shit, I’m going insane…” his face was tear streaked, and Leon dashed over to his partner and tried to pry the cuffs from his wrists. “No!” Chris almost shouted, “no, Leon, I need-.. urh.. fuck, I’m sorry-“ He was shaking, apparently so horny that Leon even being so close to his skin was forcing him to shudder with need.

Leon whipped around to face Wesker, who had drawn up a chair and was sitting in front of the door. “What did you do to him?”

“Tell him what it is you want, Chris,” Wesker said amusedly, apparently entirely unconcerned about the state of Chris. “Or would you rather I fuck Leon in front of you, and you have to stay there a little longer?”

“Who said you could fuck me?” Leon spat, “I’m not in a very good mood with you right now-“

“Oh shut up,” Chris groaned, looking at Leon with pleading, wet eyes, “who fucking cares what that prick wants, you’ve gotta help me Leon, it’s so fucking itchy… y-you’ve gotta scratch it for me.”

“Okay, okay!” Leon looked at Chris’ cock, and began to reach out to touch him.

But Chris squirmed away, gasping. “No, not… not there..”

“What then-?” Leon panicked, before he caught sight of the plug nestled in Chris’ ass. He felt himself turn pink. He’d never fucked Chris before, and in complete truth, he’d only ever fucked women before. He hooked his fingers around the end of the plug, and pulled it gently.

Chris moaned, more precum oozing down into the puddle on the floor. “Fuck, Leon, take it out!”

“Manners, Christopher.”

Both the young men shot a look at Wesker, who only smiled and waved his hand for them to continue.

“Jesus, your boyfriend is fucking evil,” Leon muttered, easing the plug out slowly, almost marvelling at Chris’ asshole as it opened wider and wider, and he felt his own clench around nothing, hot saliva still trickling into his shoes. He hadn’t realised just how turned on he had gotten just seeing Chris’ anguish. He was shaking, all his thoughts now on how good it was going to feel to sink his cock into Chris Redfield’s hot ass.

Chris couldn’t help but laugh through the moans, his arms tensing as the widest bit of the plug popped free, and a gush of thick lube oozed out of his gaping hole. “Shit..”

“What is this…?” Leon muttered, feeling his cock ache at the sight of such an inviting hole waiting for him, already prepared to be taken. He slid his fingers inside Chris, and felt how swollen his prostate was, and how the liquid seemed to be some kind of tingling agent.

“Urgh…” So relieved from the scratch to his prostate, Chris winced and came immediately, legs giving in and he hung now entirely by his wrists. “L-Leon..” he whined, “come on, man, just fuck me. Fuck…”

“Are you sure?” Leon groaned, already sliding his cock in alongside his fingers without waiting for an answer. The stretch must’ve been divine, as Chris shuddered and moaned so low and sweet, Leon could feel it vibrate on his cock. Leon slumped forward, chin on Chris’ shoulder as he pushed his hips flush to Chris’ shapely ass. “Damn you’re hot inside,” he whispered, “fuck, Chris, you’re so hot.”

Chris tilted his head back in affection, and squeezed around Leon, forcing a moan from the younger. “D-don’t leave me hangin’” Chris muttered, “fuck me good, Kennedy.”

Arms wrapped around Chris, Leon kept their skin touching as he rolled his hips. Deep, grinding motions, angling his cock into the swollen nerves that demanded the attention. And it was so wet. The lube, thick and paste-like, emitting lewd slicking noises and oozing down both their legs. Chris was hot velvet inside, sucking Leon’s cock back in any time he vaguely moved away, it was no wonder Wesker liked topping the son of a bitch. Leon bit his lip, wondering if Chris thought the same when he penetrated him.

“I’m never gonna be able to stop,” he grunted, his hands slipping to Chris’ hips as he began to increase the depth of his strokes. Pulling out most of the way and guiding himself back in, making Chris keen and flutter inside. His thrusts quickened, stirring up the remains of Chris’ insides and forcing excess lube to ooze out like he’d already been dumped full of cum. Leon moaned into Chris’ ear, swearing and apologising all at once as the more muscular of the pair trembled and took it with deep pleasurable growls of his own.

“Yeah, yeah yeah…” Chris was repeating under his breath, clearly enjoying the sensation of Leon using him for his own means.

Wesker stood at last, and walked over to the two men. He stood in front of Chris, and held his face in his palm, looking deep into his lovely brown eyes. “Dear me, you are quite the little slut when you want to be, Chris.” He let go, and plucked the string, forcing Chris to cry out and for his knees to buckle, so oversensitive to the feeling. “I see you enjoy your fun with officer Kennedy,” he put a thumb to Chris’ lips, and pinched the lower one, pulling it a little, “but don’t forget who it is you truly belong to, Christopher.”

Chris nodded, eyes glazed over, seeing only Wesker and feeling only Leon.

“Do you like being fucked by officer Kennedy?”

“Y-yes…” he drawled hungrily, “fuck, I love it..”

Wesker smirked. “Even though you just watched him being fucked by a monster?”

Chris groaned, his cock twitching dangerously.

Wesker walked around the pair, and stood behind Leon, hands on the young man’s hips.

“Wesker… don’t-“ Leon groaned, but Wesker didn’t penetrate him and instead began to help in Leon moving his hips.

“This is how that slut likes it,” he murmured into the younger blonde’s ear, forcing Leon’s hips to snap harder now, fucking Chris deep and rough, “don’t you want to make him yours, Kennedy? Fuck your semen so deep he’ll always be marked by a piece of you?” He licked Leon’s ear, and the young man shook, sweat pouring down his forehead.

Leon wasn’t able to control himself now. The strange lube had begun to work its effects on his cock now, and the unbearable itch was only resolved by the furious fucking of Chris. It was a dream to be pressed between two ridiculously sexy men in one place, Wesker might be a creep, but goddamn if Leon wouldn’t overlook that to experience his sexpertise. And Chris, who he had wanted ever since he’d met, finally his.

“Oh my god,” he muttered, jackhammering his hips like a rabbit as he came closer and closer to his orgasm. Wesker grabbed a fistful of his hair, and pulled his head back, leaning in to kiss him upside-down as he moaned out his orgasm. Hips tight to Chris, emptying his frustrations into the man he lusted after like no other.

“Good boy,” Wesker purred, letting Leon go and starting to undo the restraints on Chris.

The brunette fell down to his knees, panting and dipping his fingers into his hole. “F-fuck, it still itches…”

Leon stood over him, and for a moment Wesker was unsure if the serum had worked its effects properly. But in a split second, the officer had dropped, and was sliding his already stiff again cock back inside of Chris Redfield, who flattened his chest to the floor with his ass in the air, ready for the ploughing. He was dripping almost continuously now, as though the orgasm had been fucked out of him like overflowing water rather than a sudden spurt of cum.

Wesker crouched by Chris’ head, and lifted it to look into his desperate face contorted in pure pleasure, tears running down his cheeks. “Hm. Perhaps you need a break my poor Christopher. Young Kennedy is quite the voracious little thing, isn’t he?”

Chris tried to grab onto Wesker’s ankle, but his weak grip was easily knocked aside as Wesker stepped back and checked his watch.

“We’re making good time, he should be almost here.”

Leon looked up, sweat-drenched and unable to stop fucking the puddle of man Chris Redfield had become, both overwhelmed by the effect of the serum. “Who-?” He croaked, “who else-?”

Wesker stepped back into the corner, and Leon glanced at the door. A distinct, rhythmic shake seemed to be coming ever closer. Heavy boots on tile.

“Someone to play with you, Officer Kennedy. I can’t imagine an anal slut like Chris can really give you want you need, so I’ve called in a little extra help. Somebody who’ll fuck the lights out of those pretty eyes of yours.”

The door opened, and in came the largest man Leon had ever seen. He had to be almost ten feet tall, dressed in a trenchcoat and hat, his skin oddly blue in the sickly light. It bent down as it entered the room, before standing full height over the two men on the floor.

“Separate them,” Wesker said, casual as ever, “you can do what you wish with the first, but leave the second to me. I don’t want him ruined quite so soon.”

Leon yelled as the huge man wrapped its hand around his torso and peeled off of Chris, holding him up in the air like a rag doll. “Get off of me!” He shouted, kicking and fighting, clawing at the hand although it wouldn’t move. He looked wildly around the room, at Chris who had now flattened to the floor, shaking, and at Wesker who was seated in the corner observing coolly. “Wesker! Why-? What’s it gonna do to me?”

“X-00 will be quite to your taste, Officer Kennedy,” Wesker assured him.

Leon was brought to the monstrous man’s face, and he fell silent as he met the kind of eyes only dead men should possess. He still felt the aching stiffness of his cock smothered in the lubricant. It was sheer pain without the satisfaction of putting it to good use. The officer groaned, trying again to claw himself free from the huge hand, only to then hear X-00 unzip itself. He looked down in shock, and felt a whimper escape his lips. “Oh.”

Below him stood the erect penis of the tyrant. It was maybe the size of Leon’s arm, with testes almost as large as his head. The creature turned him around to face the room, and began to pull him down onto its cock.

Leon gasped, kicking and trying not to panic, but the job the licker had done on him not too long ago had left his body supple and willing, and he groaned as the tip entered him. “Urgh… no, it’s too much,” he pleaded, feeling X’s cock fill him deeper and deeper until there was a significant bump in his stomach where the outline of the huge cock could be seen. His hands went to his stomach, feeling the tip through his abdomen.

“You truly are yet to disappoint me, Kennedy,” Wesker chuckled, “I doubt Chris will be enough for you after this.”

“F-fuck-“ was all Leon could muster, crying out as the tyrant began to move him like a fleshlight up and down its cock, slow and steady. The huge member filling him all the way, then pulling out until only the tip was inside. Over and over, working up the slick and loosening the velvety muscles. Leon could do nothing but groan and hold his stomach, blond hair falling over his eyes as he began to welcome the insanity. He was being split open by something so large, and yet his body wanted it. It was crushing his organs, the sense out of his mind, battering into his prostate as the pace began to pick up. “Chriiiis…” he pleaded.

Chris had just about picked himself up. On his knees, glassy eyed, watching Leon take X’s cock like a champ. He was sheened in sweat, thoughtless and docile from his intense orgasm.

“Well go on, Chris, don’t leave Kennedy waiting,” Wesker prodded, crossing his legs and still looking remarkably unaffected by the scene playing out in front of him. The damn bastard had probably been planning this for months – Leon thought.

Getting to his unsteady feet, Chris stumbled over to where Leon was being fucked brutally onto the tyrant’s blue giant cock, and put his hands to its balls, touching them slowly as he watched the shape of the cock moving under Leon’s skin. “Leon…” he muttered, only too aware of the cum leaking down his own legs, “you’re gonna be fucking full after this.”

Leon sobbed, his cock twitching just at the thought.

Chris arranged himself to allow Leon’s cock to slide into his mouth, holding himself steady to accept the cock thrusting down his throat with each time Leon was pulled down. Gagging, sucking, Chris looked up into Leon’s wet blue eyes, an assurance it was all fine.

Leon might not be as used to Wesker’s insane sex antics as Chris was.

“I hate you guys,” Leon moaned, letting his head drop and the pleasured sounds keep coming as he tyrant fucked him good and hard, his cock fucking into Chris’ tight throat. Everything felt like heaven, and he was starting to lose his mind. “Urgh, it’s not g-gonna finish in me, right?”

Wesker just smiled, and checked his watch.

Chris’ hands were on Leon’s stomach now, stroking the thing’s cock.

“Chris, mnhg, no it’s gonna be too much..” Leon tried to push his lover’s hands away, but the sudden tug downward almost to the hilt of the huge appendage sent a shudder through him, and he gasped as he felt the member throb viciously inside of him. Along with a flood of burning hot semen. “Oh, god…”

Chris stepped back, wiping his mouth on his hand as he watched Leon flustered and unable to fight, being pumped full of the tyrant’s cum. His stomach bloated a little, and Leon spluttered, coughing up the white fluid as it travelled through his body. Cum drooling down his chin, Chris grabbed Leon as the tyrant pulled him off of his cock along with a huge gush of sperm, oozing and sticky, and let him go.

The room stank of sex, musky and sweaty. And Chris brought Leon down to the floor to rest as his partner massaged his stomach, coughing up a little more cum as his guts leaked the rest out onto the floor.

“That was hot,” Chris grinned, looking dazed but not as ruined. He smoothed Leon’s hair back and licked some of the cum from his lips, pulling him into a messy, vile kiss.

Wesker stood. “You may go,” he addressed the tyrant. It gave a nod, before exiting, evidently on more important business for that evening. The older blond approached his two playthings and stood over them, watching them as they kissed, tongue and spit and cum. “Watching you two has been rather inspiring,” he said with a shrewd smile, unzipping himself at long last, and pulling out his sizable cock.

He pushed the tip between the two hot mouths, exhaling through his nose as Chris and Leon’s tongues rolled over it, sucking and kissing, starting to make their way up his cock with their mouths.

“Very good,” Wesker murmured, a hand on either head, guiding them as they worshipped his cock with their tongues, moaning at the sheer pleasure of already being quite so wrecked and aroused.

Leon was the first to wrap his mouth around Wesker’s cock, bobbing his head down and taking him deep into his throat as Chris sat back and panted. But it wasn’t for long, as he moved around the standing man, pulled down his trousers and spread his ass open, carefully and hungrily applying his tongue to the small hole back there.

“Dear me,” Wesker smirked, “it seems you are getting your money’s worth today, Christopher.” He tugged Leon’s head down hard onto his cock, feeling the boy retch and gag around his cock jammed deep into his throat, “you’ve both been rather good today, I believe that calls for a reward.”

Chris groaned deep in his throat, sucking on the rim of Wesker’s hole and letting his tongue ease into his heat, fingers dipping into his own lubed up ass before bringing the mixture of lube and Leon’s cum to Wesker’s hole, fingering it inside.

Wesker exhaled, forehead suddenly creasing in concentration as the penetration became true. He had practised – of course – but it never felt quite the same when it was another person doing it. He let Leon’s head go, and allowed the young man to work at his own pace again. Pleasure from both ends, from two fucked-out men who had nothing else on their minds now than seeking more of it.

“Wesker…” Chris murmured, teasing the rim with his tongue as he fingered his older lover open. One finger, then two, finally fitting three and pumping them in and out as the older man took it, only shaking a little. “Fuck, Wesker, are you really gonna let me?”

The older blond looked down over his shoulder at the mess of Chris Redfield, and stroked his short brown hair with a sincere affection. “I have made you wait too long, my poor Christopher. Go seat yourself, and I’ll give you what you want.”

Chris nodded, getting up and pulling a chair into the centre of the room, before sitting down. He stroked his cock, watching as Wesker took his clothes off properly (Leon sitting back looking exhausted and covered in a vile white film). The STARS captain climbed onto Chris’ lap, confident and cool, and took a fistful of the brunette’s hair as he began to lower himself onto the violently erect cock.

“Wesker,” Chris whispered, head tilted back and eyes almost shutting as his hands flew to Wesker’s hips. For a man with such broad shoulders, he had a wonderfully slim waist, and Chris had dreamed many times of holding it as he had his way. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he watched Wesker’s expression through his eyelashes. A stern concentration, sweat, a deep exhale as he lowered himself onto Chris.

“I see… I did a good job with the serum,” Wesker breathed, rolling his hips and feeling Chris rubbing deep inside, “perhaps a little too good.”

Chris bit his lip, trying not to groan too loud as Wesker rode him. But when he felt Leon’s tongue against his cock, sucking on the underside as it slid inside of Wesker, he threw his head back with a curse, and he felt Wesker tighten again around him.

Leon was busy, licking the soaking rim of Wesker’s asshole as it stretched to take Chris’ cock, fingering himself as he did so. Wesker looked down at him, a wry smile on his unusually flush face.

“No need to feel left out, Kennedy,” he reached back, and slid another finger inside along with Chris’ cock, “I can take a little more.”

“Are you sure?” Leon breathed, sliding in his own finger and feeling the elasticity of Wesker’s body for himself. All he could smell was the scent of men, Chris’ cock. His mouth watered, and he stumbled to his feet, lining up his cock with the already stretched hole.

Wesker grunted. “Lube yourself properly, Kennedy, I’m not a fan of blood.”

“Y-yes sir.” Leon scooped some of the tyrant’s thick cum from his gaping hole, and applied it to his cock before sinking into Wesker’s body. It was a tight fit. Chris’ cock throbbing and rutting against his inside the heat of Wesker. Leon swore to himself, clutching Wesker’s thighs as he slotted himself in, until his own testes were practically sitting on top of Chris’.

All three men moved in tandem. Wet, lewd, lost in their own pleasure as though the world wasn’t carrying on around them. Leon and Chris were throbbing against one another, mixing precum with the lubricant, tips massaging into Wesker’s sensitive spots as the older man breathed heavily and groaned very softly when it all got too much. He had good control, and it made his rare noises ever so much more erotic.

Leon licked the sweat from Wesker’s back, panting and fucking into him with a more pronounced ferocity, making up for what little movement Chris could manage being pinned down to the chair. The slapping of their skin, the intense heat. His hands clasped over Chris’, and it wasn’t long until the two men were both jerking and shaking on the verge of the finale.

Wesker had his head tilted back in sheer euphoria, muttering something that neither of the younger men could make out. Promises maybe, lies, curses. He was burning up, split by his two favourite playthings.

“I’m cumming, fuck, I can’t-“ Leon mumbled, eyes shut tight as his balls tightened.

Chris groaned, and Leon felt the flood of wet heat from Chris inside, and he realised his partner had cum already. He snapped his hips up, forcing a higher groan from Wesker, before allowing himself to let go.

Leon pulled out almost immediately, oversensitive from his many orgasms. He watched as the white mixture of his and Chris’ cum oozed out of the gap between Wesker’s hole and Chris’ cock. If he wasn’t so worn out, he’d’ve stuck himself right back in there.

Wesker – who had been quite silent for the duration of the session – turned himself around, back now pressed to Chris’ chest, legs spread open for Leon to witness properly. He was stroking himself, and Leon whimpered as he watched Chris’ now flaccid cock slide out, spilling semen down over his legs.

“Well, aren’t you going to clean me up?” Wesker asked tightly, evidently so close to his own orgasm he wasn’t able to control himself. He looked almost a mess now too, hair loose from the sweat.

Leon put his mouth to work without needing a second request. Licking out the remnants of his and Chris’ mess from Wesker as the older man stroked himself to completion, Chris lazily sucking kisses into the captain’s exposed neck from behind, his hands helping to keep the older’s legs spread open.

Wesker came at last, spurting out onto Leon’s face.

For a moment, the three men relaxed into a comfortable silence, surrounded by the mess they had made.

Peeling himself up from Chris’ body, Wesker shakily redressed himself and idly watched as his two playthings lay flat on the floor in their mess, completely worn out. That was a good thing, it would be so much easier with the two of them unable to think straight for a while.

“Excellent work this evening,” he said smoothly, running his fingers through his hair and checking his watch. “The cleanup crew will be here any minute now…” there was a rattling from above, and the grate in the ceiling opened. “Ah,” Wesker looked up with a smile, “here they are. I’ll leave you boys to get cleaned up, I’ll be back shortly. I have to fax something before my shift ends for good.”

As Albert Wesker left the room and locked the door, Leon and Chris could only lie breathless and unable to move, watching the lickers pour into the room from the ceiling, tongues lolling out hungry for the taste of men.

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Wesker closed his computer down for the day, and sat back in his chair to rest his eyes for a moment. TRICELL had been most accommodating in offering whatever he had needed to progress in his research, thanks in great part to that fool Excella. His current lab was fully equipped with top-of-the-range installations that’d make Spencer cry. It had been a long road to reach this point, but after Umbrella had failed to give him what he wanted, he knew he had to move forward.

It was hard to believe it had been nearly ten years since he’d sent STARS to their deaths in the Arklays, he still kept the photograph on his desk. A reminder that he really could play god at will.

He stood, making his way through his office into the adjacent room filled with his ongoing experiments. More exploration into the tyrants, less flimsy now he’d begun to perfect the virus strain, well on their way to becoming valuable bioweapons to sell for a little extra cash. Of course, they weren’t his priority anymore, not now Uroboros was shaping up to be quite the promising adventure.

Wesker came to a stop at the end of the room, at two separate containment tanks.

In one tank, the brunette he’d taken as his lover so long ago. In the other, the blond whom had proven to be quite a good companion to Chris, and to Wesker’s other experiments. It had been a difficult decision to place them both into a sleep cycle whenever he didn’t have time to play with them, but the risk of them overcoming the effects of the Lilith virus and discovering the truth about STARS and the past ten years they had missed would prove catastrophic.

They had both taken to the tanks rather well, with minimal side effects. And prevented them from fucking each other raw the moment Wesker’s back was turned. As it turned out, the new strain of the Lilith virus had had experimented with had proven to be far more powerful than he had anticipated – turning the two all-American heroes into something more akin to sex pests.  

He smiled to himself, putting a gloved hand on the tank that contained his lover, Chris. His lovely boy, did he have any idea the last ten years had only been a long dream for him? Did he realise all his friends were dead? And Leon, a fighter for a while until he’d met Nemesis a few times.

It had been a little while since he’d both had them out for some fun, in fact.

Wesker checked his watch. There was a still some time before Excella dropped by, enough time to introduce lovely Chris and Leon to some old friends, a little light entertainment, as it were. And if they took it well, perhaps he’d let them play with him again. It had been quite a while since he’d let the two young men fuck him.

Wesker pressed the button to begin the reawakening cycle, when his mobile phone rang.

“Wesker speaking…. Ah, William, what is it?” He said casually, standing back to watch the water drain from his two perfect specimens, “I’m afraid I won’t be able to make it eat with your family tonight…”

His eyes dragged to the cell next to Chris and Leons, packed to the brim with leftover, failed bioweapons he’d also applied the Lilith virus to. They were pawing at the glass, all significantly horny and ready to ravage whatever came their way. Poor Chris and Leon were going to have their work cut out for them that evening.

He smiled to himself as Chris opened his eyes, and looked around half in a waking dream inside the tank. “You see, I’ve just begun defrosting my dinner.”