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“Damn it!” You hissed as you set your coffee mug down on the counter. A piping hot stain blossomed on your shirt.
“Hey, you got some shirt on your coffee.”
“William, you are so not helping me with that observation.” You groaned as you fruitlessly blotted at the stain on the bone white fabric of your blouse.
“Happens to the best of us.” At that moment the break room door opened. William smiled, “Good morning, Albert!”
You sighed loudly through your nose at seeing the blond. His eyes fell onto the stain immediately as he grabbed a mug. “Trouble looking presentable this morning, doctor?”
“Everyone is so incredibly observant today,” you smiled ruefully. “ Dr. Whisker, right?”
“Wesker.”
“Apologies.” You feigned politeness.
Albert Wesker. You knew his name, unfortunately. Umbrellas golden boy, star in the executive training center working in experimental virology. Cold, calculating and a total hard ass. You knew of him through William who you typically met in the break room in the mornings to chat before going your seperate ways. It was a nice ritual, until he showed up. That couldn’t be helped, William followed him around like a lost puppy.
“What was your department again?” Wesker asked you, boredom evident in his voice as he poured hot water for his tea.
“My specialty is exotic plant synthesis for our cosmetic department, which I oversee.”
“Cosmetic department,” he repeated with a thin smile, “such a waste of resources.”
You took a step forward steeling yourself, “It happens to be one of the most profitable sectors of the company.” Taking a pause you sized him up, “You’re in experimental virology research, right?”
“Yes.” He answered coolly.
“I haven’t really heard of any advancements you’ve made-“
“I certainly hope so. It’s beyond your clearance.”
“In any case. I’d wager that just the cosmetics floor alone generates more in a month than your budget is allocated in a year.”
William barked an awkward laugh and Wesker hit his shoulder. “Well-“
“Which is unfortunate you should have more money… you seem to need considering it the obscene amount of dead specimens that leave your department.” You let slip a small smile at seeing Wesker seethe with William awkwardly trying to maintain some sense of civility between you two.
“Maybe you should come by and see what it is all about yourself. I wouldn’t want to keep such a capable mind away from our developments. Who knows, you might learn something.” You smile and clap his shoulder. Even with his sunglasses on you can feel his icy blue eyes bore into you.
“See you around, William. Wesker.”
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Hours later you were you were eyeballs-deep in a green fern when you hear the familiar sound of a card key unlocking the lab door.
Looking up you see a familiar pair of sunglasses, “How unexpected.”
“You invited me to come by. If you can recall.” Wesker drawled.
You glanced up at the clock. Late. Far later than you anticipated. Your staff had gone home for the night you wouldn’t be surprised if the janitors were finished up too.
“How sweet of you. I recall, just wasn’t expecting you to be here this late.”
“Don’t be flattered. William made me.” He bristled as he stepped into the lab. “So this is the botany center?”
You gestured to the plants, “ What clued you in?”
“It’s… quaint.” Wesker wrinkled his nose. “Let’s get this over with, quickly.”
Nodding you went over to the supply drawer grabbing a new pair of gloves for yourself and for him. As he put on his gloves you walked him over to the florals. At the center of the table stood a flower with thick petals and star-shaped blooms climbing along its stem. Its white petals were dotted with red spots, giving it a beauty that looked both delicate and sinister.
“This is our current specimen. An orchid. He’s incredibly unique.”
“He?”
You nod, “The flower has a strong pigment in it’s anther where it holds pollen, which will be the basis in a new line of vegan cosmetics.”
“It is an interesting specimen. Origin?”
“Country of origin is Madagascar. Because of its isolated nature there are so many unique flora species there. We bred a mirror species that can survive in a less tropical, western environment.” You trailed off.
“Would you like a closer look?”
He nodded, interest piqued.
“Here,” You offer him goggles like your own.
He puts a hand up, pointing to his sunglasses. “These are fine for eye protection.”
You shook your head, “Lab protocol, sealed goggles.”
“I’ll be fine darling.” His voice dripped with condescension.
You blink, “If you insist. We need masks too-“ before you could react Wesker had reached to caress the strange petals.
“Wait!”
Too late. With a small jolt the orchid spewed red pollen into his face.
Quickly he stepped back, stripping off the mask and taking off his sunglasses. You took in the situation before grabbing a tissue from nearby offering it to him.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.“ he grumbled as he cleaned the pollen off his glasses. His eyes were red, the irritation highlighted his blue irises.
“You’re looking a little pale-”
“I said I’m fine, it’s just hot in here…” He grimaced as he tugged on the neck of his black turtleneck.
You looked towards the wall to the thermostat. The lab was still at a sterile and cold 68. You looked back to Wesker. Discreetly you move your lab folio across the table towards you, grabbing a pen. “Now would you say you feel feverish?” You ask.
“Feverish isn’t the right word. But I feel hot, burning almost-“ Looking up at you his hand covered his face, eyes lidded, he stared at you. His watering blue eyes were piercing in the clinical lab light. “Are you… You’re writing this down?”
“Of course I am, I’m logging your reaction.” A look of realization spread across his face.
“You knew this would happen-”
“I knew you would be too arrogant to follow our lab etiquette.”
“This is because of you!” He growled.
“I’m just taking advantage of the opportunity. You’d do the same I’m sure…We’ve done small scale testing but not human subjects yet. In fact, you’re our first primate-“
“Primate!” He rasped angrily, “I’m not some lab monkey you can do your primary experiments on. Do you have a death wish?”
He stripped off his lab coat and tugged on the neck of his turtleneck again.
Leaning in, you placed two fingers under his chin on his corotid artery, “Elevated pulse.” You murmured. That wasn’t the only thing that was elevated you noticed as he turned away, purposefully shifting his hips out of your line of sight.
No, this is just a chemical imbalance. An unexpected reaction. He rationalized internally. But why is he focusing on the way your glasses frame your face so perfectly? Why is he noticing the way you bit your lower lip as you observed him? And had your perfume always smelt so good? He leaned closer to you, his cheek nearly brushing your neck.
As you looked up from your notes you noticed his eyes staring at your cleavage,
“Wesker! You slapped him, a red mark blossomed on his cheek but the pain sent a jolt of pleasure through him. He keeled over his hand finding purchase on the lab table.
“Your touch,” he moaned, “Give me more.”
A hot blush rose to your cheeks, flustered at the man in front of you begging for your touch. “It’s so much- and not enough all at once. It feels too fucking good-“ he groaned.
You nod as you write, “Subject begging for attention and touch. Subject showing signs of infatuation-“
“Damn it! It doesn’t mean anything. You’re convenient.”
“Truly? I wonder if William was here if you would find him convenient.”
“Hah- fuck you. I need more-“ Ripping off his gloves, his bare hands found your hips pulling you flush against him.
“Wesker, I - you’re not yourself. I’m flattered, but you’re not thinking right.” You stutter.
“I’m perfectly cognizant. You smell so sweet,” he breathed, before you could say anything he crashed his lips onto yours.
You stilled before returning the kiss. His eyes closed instantly the second your hand touched him. A rough sound escaped him beneath his breath. Your stomach tightened. For a moment it was sweet before devolving into tongues and biting. As you gasped he took the opportunity to dip his tongue between your parted lips. The faint taste of earl grey and the tang of blood blossomed in your tongue. You deepened the kiss using your free hand to tilt his chin up further. He could drown in the taste of your lips, the feel of your hair between his fingers as he threaded his hand behind your head. He ground himself against you in discomfort and sighed in relief into your breath.
You broke the kiss reaching and pulling his turtleneck off. His body radiated heat like a furnace compared to the cool lab air. The look on his face nearly unraveled your composure. Not lust. Hunger. A need so overwhelming it had become painful to contain.
With that out of the way you kissed his neck, clavicles, pecs before you slowly pulled back and reached for his belt.
“Don’t be a fucking tease-“ he snapped.
In that moment he tore your blouse buttons pinging onto the floor. “Wesker!”
“It was ruined anyway- I’m doing you a favor.” He groaned into your neck. Kissing down your chest grabbing your breasts in his hands as he boxed you in with his weight, pressing you down onto the lab counter.
“Sweet,” he groans out into your skin.
“Huh?”
“You taste sweet, like sugar. Your breasts are beautiful,” he groaned again into your chest.
An earnest compliment. It made you blush.
“Yeah? Are these the fist pair you’ve seen?”
“I’ve seen plenty.”
“Cadavers don’t count-”
“Shut your mouth.” He breathed, cock throbbing painfully in his slacks as he ground against you. Tears of semi-relief and frustration had collected in the corner of the blond’s eyes at the contact.
Your fingers carefully inch down his abdomen until they’re at the hem of his underwear. Slipping them down, the skin to skin contact made him let out a low, pained moan. Your eyes widened, his cock large and heavy with the head flushed red. You grab him fully and pump once. He hisses, precum is oozing into your hand. His pretty red tip twitches at the contact.
“So much,” you murmur. Your thumb circles the tip, spreading it around.
With a rough, raw grunt, his cock twitches in your palm until sticky ropes of cum shoot out. Enough to drench your hand. Relief hit so fast it almost hurt. When Wesker opens his eyes again, they're half-lidded, drunk.
His free hand brushes your hair out of your face before leaning in to another kiss, taking your sweet; swollen lips again. You ran your hand down the blond’s broad back. He shuddered at the touch.
“This isn’t helping. I need,” he moaned again as your palm squeezed his still erect cock. “I need more-“ His once meticulously done hair now hung in damp strands framing his face, shadowing eyes already fixed entirely on you.
You nodded in understanding, “Protection. It’s in my purse-“
“Are you going to help me or not?”
“Quit whining. I don’t know you and I don’t want to catch anything. You’d do the same.”
He bit back his objection. You were right, he would be apprehensive but the pollen made him lose rationale.
“Quickly.” He muttered, letting you up. You went over to the hook your purse was on and dug inside. Pulling out your wallet and taking out a condom and tossing it to him. Wesker tore the wrapper with his teeth and rolled it on before reaching for you and pushing you back against the lab table. He hiked up your pencil skirt and tore your tights. His hands immediately come to the soft parts of your thighs and squeeze hard enough to bruise.
“Why,” he swallowed, “Why are you so wet? I thought this only affects males-“
“Maybe it has something to do with you kissing my tits, genius.” You bit back panting hard in anticipation.
“Or you really do like me,” he breathed as he trailed the head down your center, “Let’s see, shall we?”
A stifled groan left his lips as he sinks in fully.
As you stretch around his cock, a moan tears from your throat as the uncomfortableness dissipates into pleasure. A stifled groan left his lips as he sinks in fully. Flesh flush against flesh. You're panting hard, adjusting internally, trying to stay in control of yourself. Steadying himself, he scans your face for a moment before he slowly pulls out and thrust in with a snap of his hips. His pace quickens, thrusts violent and punishing. Your whines are audible, even when muffled by his tongue in your mouth.
“Taking me well” he compliments against your cheek. One of his hands grips at your breasts, the other hiking your thigh up as he corners you into the table. “Fuck, you’re tight. Feels good, grab onto me-” he grunts between breaths, grip on your neck tightening lightly. Tears brim your eyes at the rough treatment as his fingers find and circle your clit. The feeling is euphoric as he drives his hips into you. The clapping of your skin fills the room.
Crying out with a moan, you grab onto his shoulders. Nails raking down the his muscle, “Fuck- Wesker! You’re enjoying this-“
“Just the pollen, I don’t like your type.”
“Beautiful?” You chanced.
“Beautiful. Bitchy. Snide. Obnoxious.” A thrust punctuated each word as he adjusted his grip against your neck.
“Yeah, I don’t usually go for the arrogant asshole - fuck you’re deep!” You sniffed.
“God, I hate you.” He breathed heavily.
“I can stop…”
“No! Don’t stop,” he seethed, “I’ll hate you more if you stop,” he looked down at you with teary eyes. As if you were giving him the cure and he needed more. Blue eyes burning through you, want and desire taking you in like a man possessed.
“Please more, need more-“ His hips snapped up into yours mercilessly. Hands shifting to pin your hips down so you could do nothing but take it.
Gasping, panting, and whining, your fingers threaded through his gelled hair loosening more strands to fall into his face.
You tugged his head back so you could kiss and bite at his neck. Bruises blossom from your lips. “Not as much as I fucking hate you,” you return. “Cum again for me.” With glittering eyes you emphasize your point, rotating your hips while he's stuffed inside you.
Tears of pleasure run down his sharp cheekbones as he follows your order to the letter and spills.
For a brief moment he holds you. Breaths shaking against each other. You thought he was going to stop there but with a burst of strength, he lifts you suddenly, slamming you against the nearby wall and pinning you against it. The action knocks the breath out of your chest as your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, straddling him while his lips attacked your neck with biting kisses.
“We’re not done. Make sure you take note of how you’re tightening around me. I wouldn’t want to miss that.” He purred in your ear. “You’re dripping, darling.” His fingers find your throbbing clit, pinching it, then rubbing to soothe it right after. He grinds his hard cock inside your aching heat, his length burying itself inside again and again.
“Fuck! Albert-“ you whine, grasping against him, closer to the torture and pleasure.
His lips find your ear again. Pushing your hair aside as he purrs “Oh? So you do know my name.” His thrusts resume their quick deep rhythm and cut off whatever smart remark you had queued up. His palm spayed out on your neck, squeezing and his other hand held you up guiding you down onto him. Your eyes squeeze shut in pleasure.
“Now now, you need to see this. Open your eyes.” He commanded. “Document it memorize it have it etched in your cells how this feels, you wouldn’t want to miss this critical research darling.” He drawled feeling you stiffen in his arms as your walls tightened around him in pulses.
“Gonna-fuck, Albert, I’m gonna-“
You didn't need to tell him. He could feel your orgasm on his cock. It milked him of another of his own. His pace was brutal and unrelenting through your orgasm as he spilled more inside you. When you finally came down, he was still snapping his hips at an ungodly pace. Your overstimulated whines and moans spurring him on to the point he was spilling into you again. His broken animalistic groan ripping through the air.
His knees gave out and you slid down the wall, cradling you. You panted heavily, feeling the bruises rise from under your skin. Wesker was still. Eyes closed, face flushed, chest rising and falling heavily with every breath. You pressed a hand to his forehead, his overt body heat dissipating.
“Are you-?” He nodded weakly. “More?” you asked.
He shook his head. “I’m feeling more like myself.” When you tried to pull off of him, his hands came to your hips again and pushed you back down. “Just…stay.”
You hesitated, “I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.”
“Please.”
After a moment you nodded, feeling his head settle into the crook of your shoulder. His hand holding the nape of your neck, tracing small circles. Exertion swept over you. He felt our shoulders slacken as you cuddled down onto him, his cock still inside you.
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Albert woke up to the sun peeking through the windows. Looking around the unfamiliar room his eyes fell on you leaning against the doorframe. His sunglasses perched on top of your head.
“Good morning. Sleep well?”
He had slept well, some of the best sleep he’s had in recent memory. “Where am I?
“My apartment.”
He looked around as if appraising the environment you put him in. “I don’t remember much after what happened. Did anyone…?”
You shook your head. “I got us here. It was discreet enough so nobody will ask any questions. Tea?” You offer.
He nodded, reaching for the mug and taking a sip. Earl grey. “Such hospitality. How unexpected.”
“I’m not a monster, Albert.” You sat down on the bed. “I filed a lab incident report as well so we both have today off.” You took a sip of your coffee. “You can go home when you like. Your clothes are in the laundry-“
“I think I should stay here, in case there’s any lingering effects…” he trailed off.
You shook your head, “I took your vitals as soon as we got back. And again in the morning.” It took you a moment to see what he was getting at. “Oh. I guess I can keep you for observation… just in case.”
He smiled thinly at you, “Maybe you’re not as horrible as I thought you were.”
“Give it time. You owe me breakfast. And I’m keeping these.” You pointed to the sunglasses on your head.