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Disclaimer: I do not own the Resident Evil fandom/franchise or any of their characters. I make no money from this fanfiction. It is merely a piece of fiction written by me.

Chapter List
- 1-Annus Novus
- 2-Domus
- 3-Calor
- 4-Posco
- 5-Ludus
- 6-Felix Dies Valentini
- 7-Desiderium
- 8-Dormientes
- 9-Curre
- 10-Gravatus
- 11-Vita
- 12-Vigilo
- 13-Arcanum
- 14-Phasma Phasmatis
- 15-Possessio
- 16-Mutatio
- 17-Anniversarium
- 18-Monstrum
- 19-Lues
- 20-Vita Post Mortem
- 21-Iterum
- 22-Eam
- 23-Fidelitas
- 24-Veritas
- 25-Pacisco
- 26-Mundus Novus
- 27-Febris
- 28-Chemia
- 29-In Aeternum
- 30-Frater
- 31-Historia
- 32-Familia
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- 23
- 24
A/N: “Fidelitas” is Latin for “Loyalty.” Thanks for my first AFF review Tara. I always update FF.net first, usually a long while before on here but here are the two chapters I failed to update. Sorry :(

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Chapter 23: Fidelitas
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Subject: Redfield, Claire
Location: ?
Status: Scared shitless

When I was little I broke the toaster, I was the only one that could have been responsible for it, and my parents knew that. Knowing that I couldn’t blame it on Chris, I still lied about what happened. I maintained no matter what that I had no idea how it got knocked off of the counter, and that it couldn’t have been me. Though my refusal to turn myself in kept me from getting punished my parents knew what I had done, and nothing stopped them from giving me that look that said, “You’re a damned liar.” I was getting that look right now as a matter of fact, and right now I wanted to bury myself in sand, to disappear almost completely as my shaded savior sat in front of the bed. I could tell that he was pissed by the line that was his mouth.
As I sat up I realized that I had been put in a pair of baggy sweatpants and an oversized, black tee. The cold, wet spots on the shirt let me know that my hair was wet, and I remembered how it got that way in the first place. On cue, my stomach gave a loud groan that let me know I cracked my skull pretty hard, but knowing that Wesker was royally pissed, I was too afraid to really ask him for anything right now.
However, stone-faced, he lifted an arm and pointed to the desk across from my little cot with a plate holding a whole chicken.
Acting as though it were a trap, I looked back to him with a question in my eyes, slowly lowering touching my bare feet to the floor.
Despite my cautiousness he appeared quite bored, going so far as to cross his arms over his chest while staring at the unoccupied cot.
In silence I picked away at the meat, after a while forgetting that he was in the room. I allowed my mind to wander every now and then though, asking questions like why he had a whole fucking chicken or if he was going to sentence me to some sort of lockdown in retaliation to my defiance. I was becoming a problem, throwing the whole toolbox in his plans while contributing very little.
I heard him get to his feet. “When you are done you will ride to Brazil and receive plane tickets.”
Afraid to turn around I asked, “To where?”
“From the results of today I think it is best that you don’t know.” I heard him make his way to the door, felt the heat from his body next to me.
“What about Leon?”
I heard him exhale and his nostrils were probably flared, but I was still too afraid to look up. Instead of a reply I was met with the sound of the door slamming, flinching as I grabbed my right ear.
I fucked up. I fucked up pretty bad.
January 14, 2002 Monday 5:07 PM

Subject: Arti, Maritza
Location: Washington DC, United States of America
Status: Skeptical
A rooftop was so cliché, but then again I was here for a man who was a stereotype. A snitch, sneak, and a spy. Well, maybe that last part referred to me as well, but my actions were not meant to harm anyone. No, I was supposed to watch and make sure that everything went smoothly for my employer, while his plans were to lie to everyone he came across to gain something I knew would remain unattainable to not just him but anyone who went for it: the world.
My heels clicked as I made my way over to him, probably seething at the distant view of the white house and wishing that he could somehow destroy it with his mind, “Independence Day” style. However, Sergei would simply have to deal with being nothing more than an ignorant, old fool who had to deal with the radical change he fought against for so long. Freedom existed, people could believe in whatever god or no god at all, people could say what they wanted about their leader, and people could think for themselves. Those were things that ate away at him, things that even Sidorov had learned to tolerate.
“The most powerful man in America lives in that house.” The smile on his face was audible in his voice, but this was all a tactic to make me feel like I had no control. My American citizenship said otherwise.
“Last I checked no Rockefellers lived there.” I was straight-faced, not in the mood to joke with the creep. I just had some things to say to him, and just maybe the arrogant bastard to would let a few of his plans slip. I crossed my arms over my chest and sighed, a cloud of fog floated into the air from my mouth. Staring out at the city I realized that I never liked DC, just wasn’t my type of place, so how fitting that I’d be standing on a roof overlooking it with someone I hated. “Does Chris know who you are?”
He gave a single laugh. “You might as well tell him where his sister is.”
“Too bad I don’t know.” And I didn’t really. I knew where she was, but knowing Albert Wesker, they could have been on the moon right now. “I’m just shocked that you haven’t snitched me out yet.” There was no point in telling the others what I was really doing in Denver, not when he had a bigger secret. I was merely an informant; Sergei himself was a weapon, so our decision to pretend we didn’t know each other was one of convenience. Too bad he didn’t know that I was keeping better tabs on him than he realized.
“Keep an eye on your boyfriend Miss Arti.”
My eyes narrowed at his statement.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw him spin on his heel to leave. He had no leverage over me; Leon could take care of himself, that I was sure of. He was blind to what was going on in South America, whereas Wesker pretty much guaranteed me that nothing would happen to Leon. Apparently the outbreak was contained and there was nothing there that my boyfriend hadn’t handled before. Wesker hasn’t lied to me yet.
January 15, 2002 Tuesday 9:36 PM

Subject: Redfield, Claire
Location: Logan, New Mexico
Status: Anxious
I’d never seen him so angry before, not even when he declared his hatred for Chris, hissing into my face on Rockfort Island. His disappointment with me had been so great that we flew to America on separate planes. When I finally arrived in “Nowhere,” New Mexico, he sat at the table, staring at the shining mahogany, his hand tense against the wood. His jaw was taut, his eyebrows impossibly relaxed for his mood, and his mouth was slightly turned down in what I knew would have been a frown. Nervously, I shut the front door, setting the brown suitcase down on the marble tile.
I wanted to say his name, put on that womanly charm and let him know that I was sorry but I wasn’t able to turn my back on my friend. I couldn’t speak though, my tongue stayed at the ready, but my mouth wouldn’t open to form words. My eyes felt heavy, but that wasn’t the true reason they refused to leave the floor as I walked over to the table. I sat across from him slowly, like he was bomb set to go off at the slightest disturbance and to me that was exactly what he was.
After what seemed like a lifetime he finally spoke to me, words that were filled with disbelief and disappointment. I then thought of Chris’ response to me piercing my belly-button, this would be one of those talks. “I gave you specific orders to stay out of it, yet you deliberately disobeyed me and interfered.”
With a laugh of incredulity I asked, “Disobeyed? What I’m your subordinate now? Because according to you Albert... You’re the one owing me until payday!” His head snapped up so fast that I saw a blur of red, and I swallowed hard, my body becoming tense as I realized what I had said.
Quickly, he recomposed himself, clasping his hands on the table top, and I could see the strain he put into being calm. His fingers moved restlessly, he licked his lips, and his notoriously impeccable posture disappeared as his back hunched. “This was in no way about domination.” Though he spoke evenly, I could see his anger bubbling to the surface as his teeth bore, and without warning his voice grew louder. “IT WAS ABOUT YOUR PROTECTION!” he roared, his fist rising up in the air only to come crashing down through the table, splintering his side.
My reaction was a visible jump, my heart doing flips inside my chest as I tried to remain calm, but I felt a sting I knew all too well in my eyes. My calm had broken as I shook with a sob that came from God knows where. I just knew that tonight was different. Without thinking I looked up at him, wringing my own hands like wet rags out of nervousness. “What the fuck is this? We- we have sex and we care and… Why are we doing this to each other?”
I’d never seen him move so fast in my life. He reached over the side of the table, throwing it into the wall while the rest of it suffered the same fate as his half; he rushed over to me so fast that I thought for a second he was going to kill me. The problem after all was me, and I wouldn’t blame him for erasing that problem out of his life. Instead he pulled me up from the chair so quickly that I had head rush, or was I just so confused? His grip on my arms was so strong that I cried out, and he ran me into the refrigerator, holding me against the cool, steel door. His lips were set, like he wanted to say something, but there was no way that he could.
Finding the words myself, lost behind a black screen, I said loudly, “I’m in love you.” For a moment he lingered, searching my eyes for something unknown, and he pulled me away from the ‘fridge, throwing me onto the counter where I banged my head against the cabinets. Then he grabbed my shorts, ripping them off as if they were made of tissue paper, and in his attempt to do the same with my panties the elastic put up a fight, burning my skin as he pulled them roughly from me. Somehow I then understood, quickly working at removing him from his pants, however, I regretted that for a moment as he entered me without preparation, and I felt a pain so sharp that I flung the black toaster onto the floor.
Unsmiling, he began pumping in and out of me, and in defiance of him I tore his shades from his face and threw them to the floor. Strangely, I felt the need for more of this attitude, as we stared each other down, his stroke unyielding. “I love you!” My scream was so loud that he frowned, burying himself even deeper inside of me and my legs reached out for a surface that was not there. I wanted to scream for him to stop, or to at least slow down, but at the same time I just wanted him inside of me, fucking me past the point of pain. For a moment he removed himself, and I groaned in disappointment and relief all at once. As he grabbed his length I wet my fingers with my tongue, using enough saliva to provide lubrication for my already sore genitals.
He ignored this and began patting the head of his dick onto my clit, an action that caused me to moan out. I’d never seen him so confused over what to do, to tease me or to fuck me right away. Effortlessly he scooped me up with a painfully tight grip on my ass while I clung to him for dear life, and lowered me down onto his erection. I was completely out of control as he used his strength to bounce me up and down along his length, the sensation of having every inch of his cock inside of me forced me to scream out. Any attempt to gain any power was lost as he manipulated my body as he saw fit. From the look in his eyes I could tell that he wanted to moan, to tell me how good it felt, but he only scowled at me over the bewilderment he felt. He was wondering how could he do this if he was so angry with me, and how could he say what he never could before?
“I love… you.” My statement came out in pants. I dared to remove one hand from around his neck to push my hair back from my face, but any action to subdue it was futile as it bounced along with me. My throat became dry as a result of my attempts at breathing through my mouth, and at one point I had almost forgotten to do so. In hopes of getting any sympathy for his roughness with me I brought my hand to his face, cupping his cheek as I stared into his eyes, fiery and passionate. In response he did the same to me, slowing his pace as I felt our bodies fall to the floor. The limestone was cold to my skin, but as Wesker slammed into me once more I felt adrenaline induced heat spread throughout me. Forehead to forehead we grinded against each other as he maneuvered an arm around my back to pull me closer, and for a moment he dipped his head to begin sucking on my breasts so fiercely that I knew had my body not been modified by Aceso I would’ve had hickeys the next day.
When he felt my hands on his jaw he knew that I was pleading that he kiss me, but instead he just nipped at my neck while he slowed his stroke. I’d never been this confused since my first time. Intent on displaying just as much control as him, I grabbed a handful of blond hair right at the roots, and forced him to stare into my eyes, just as contrasting as the two of us, fire and ice. Suddenly his mouth crashed into mine, our tongues dancing, fighting for dominance, dominance that he’d win only because he plowed into me and caught me off guard. He got up on his knees, lifting one of my legs up and I rested it on his shoulder. As he drilled into me he brought a hand to my clit and he began rubbing it fervently, and when I looked down I saw why I was hopelessly clawing at the floor: the speed at which his hand was moving was impossible for a normal man. My back arched as my muscles tensed, begging for the release that would come from my orgasm.
Despite the discomfort to do so I grabbed his shoulder with one hand, holding myself up with the other assisting my legs in holding my body up. That’s when he almost became a blur, and I was unable to pace his speed.
“Please!” I screamed out, begging to come. My body just couldn’t take it anymore. I felt myself frown as I got closer, “Unh!” I felt my walls clenching his girth, a cramp developed in my left thigh, but as the most intense orgasm was sent throughout my body I could barely feel it. It went down to my toes, released a weight that had been caught in my chest, and made its way out of my mouth in the form of a scream. I fell, my body shaking and limp as sweat coated my back and my neck. As tired as I was, I wasn’t surprised to see Wesker, still up on his knees playing with his erection, and that sight alone made me shoot up. Without instruction I took him in my mouth, sucking so hard that my cheeks went in as my head bobbed back and forth along his dick. I tasted myself mixed with the cum that I was gradually getting out of him.
When I looked up to him I saw that his eyes were closed and his hands were on his hips. With a smirk I licked the tip of his head before sucking on it, jerking the shaft with my hands, and he frowned with an exhale of breath. Enjoying the sight of what I could do to him I brought my face in to his balls, sucking and licking at his sack and bringing on an unexpected action.
He grabbed hold of my hair with both hands, “Not yet,” he groaned, and forced his dick back into my mouth. As he held my head in place he moved his hips back and forth, relying on me to only continue sucking, and I did. I felt him hitting the back of my throat, I was determined not to gag and ruin any part of this, not when the two of us were enjoying this so thoroughly. Once my throat had opened up more I was able to deep throat his erection without prompting, and he rested a large hand on my back while the other pulled my hair away from my face into a ponytail. Ignoring the pain in my jaw I continued sucking for a while longer, feeling him jerk every now and then with delight at the great job I was doing. What could I say, I had a good teacher? Since I’d managed to get him to calm down it was my turn to take the lead, and I stopped to push him back.
I planted both feet on either side of his hips while he stared up at me, and I lowered myself down slowly onto him, still sore from earlier. In a squatting position I lowered myself and raised up again until he was no longer inside of me, and then I lowered myself back down. There was something about reentrance that made him gasp out, and I did it every time. Things must have been going too slow for him though; he grabbed my hips and pulled me down all the way, causing me to cry out at the feeling of having him completely buried in me. He then held me in place as he bucked his hips up, plunging in and out of me. In and out, in and out until my legs began to shake once more and I had a sensation that I dreaded.
Afraid that I was going to end up pissing myself I yelled out, “Wait!” He ignored me, once again going too fast for any human man. Just as I felt it coming I jumped up a little, already embarrassed, and a gush of liquid sprayed over his stomach and sex. My legs shook so badly that I fell back, and for some reason that was just the best feeling I ever had, I was almost to the point of convulsing. Instead of frowning, Wesker only smirked at me, and I raised my brow in response.
“So you can squirt,” he mused, sitting up.
Still shaking from it I gave a laugh of relief, “So that’s what that was?”
Rather than answer me he crawled on top of me, sticking his middle finger into me and hooking it. “Do it again,” he whispered, thrusting his digit in and out of me probably as quickly as he could.
My limbs flew out as I felt it again, that feeling that I was ignorantly fighting in the past, but as I gave into it my body was sent into a shaking fit once more as my new favorite orgasm was felt in the pit of my stomach even. When I opened my eyes I saw the blond sucking his fingers, still smirking at me, and I knew that the animosity had dissipated. He guided me onto all fours and I was barely able to hold myself up, but I would for him. He was so hard that he didn’t need to use his hands to direct his length into me, and it was almost too hard for me to take any more. At this point I was sure that he knew the shape that I was in and that no matter how fast I healed Aceso wasn’t going to be able to stop me from feeling anything. As a means to make it more comfortable for me he entered slowly, but fully, and he pulled out just as cautiously.
Not wanting to be selfish I lifted my torso up until his chest was to my back so I could whisper, “It’s ok.” Embracing me tightly to hold me in place, he began pumping in and out again, gradually picking up his pace. “Fuck,” I groaned as he almost reached his maximum speed.
“Claire!” he groaned, holding me so tightly that I couldn’t bounce from the force.
“Albert!” Turning my neck as far as I could, our mouths met and I knew from his expression that he was coming. He went from going too fast to almost a complete stop as he gave one final thrust. I felt his cum shoot into me, and he attempted to enter me even further despite the fact that it was impossible. He gave that twitch that let me know that he was releasing his last bit, and he released a deep breath that I didn’t even know he was holding. Almost reluctantly he eased out of me and I felt a sticky fluid ooze down between my thighs. When I turned to look at him I noticed much of his own cum had gotten onto his subsiding erection I came in to suck it off, tasting how sweet he was, and happily drawing the last bit from its source. Surprised at myself I looked up at him, pushing my hair back from my face, and he pulled me up into another kiss.
Boldly I locked eyes with him, no longer bothered by the slits for irises in the least. “Albert I love you.”
He just grabbed my face and brought his forehead to mine, and I knew then and there that what wasn’t said was there, being shown to me in his actions every day. The risks he took for me, the freedom he granted me, it all meant that I was so much more than a loose end or someone he owed a favor to. We had protected each other when the other needed it, we were lovers, I carried his child inside of me, and despite the danger that I was to his operations he kept me close. Had I meant nothing to him he could have left me in Mayo, better yet he could have stuck me in stasis. A man who thinks little of you doesn’t hire someone to give you an alias and a makeover, that’s what a man who values your wellbeing does. If Aceso was so important he would have gotten his data and tossed me aside, but I think that he knew that at least with this infection I’d be safer than I was as a human as long as the fact that the government wanted me was ignored.
With such reassuring thoughts swirling around in my head I planted a kiss on his lips, still weak, but still feeling an amazing surge of bliss as well. I’d never wanted something so badly in my life.
In the shower he was so tired that he had to hold himself up with one hand against the tile as he let the water pelt down on him, and I held him close to my chest with my cheek resting against his back. One of his hands held onto my wrist and I was surprised that we didn’t collapse there, but we managed to wash off before almost throwing ourselves into the bed. I didn’t question him not reciprocating my feelings, and I would not.
In the morning when I awoke alone I found a plane ticket for Germany and a bag of clothes for me. A new satellite phone was set up against the bag with a red string securing a note tied to it.
“In aeternum te amabo.” It was signed –A. Wesker. I had no idea what the words meant, but just like last night I wouldn’t question it. I put on one of the pairs of jeans from the bag and tucked the note away. The only way to show true loyalty sometimes was to not ask questions, and I wouldn’t. And as I was expected I took a cab to the airport. And without question I knew that he’d be in Niebull waiting for me.
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