Treason for Family | By : KlebKat Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 2617 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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[Treason for Family]
By: KlebKat
Email: Klebkatt@hotmail.com
Beta: [None]
Paring: [Wesker/Barry, Barry/Wesker]
Rating: [Adult]
Warnings: [Lemon, Orange, Unusual Coupling, AU, PWP, Slash, OOCness, SPOILERS OF RE1 AND RE:CV!]
Summery: [As Barry Burton searches through the mansion for his lost companions, Captain Albert Wesker arrives just in time to blackmail the man with the softest of hearts.]
Disclaimer: I don’t own [Resident Evil/Biohazard], [CAPCOM and others] do. <..>
A/N: [I was innocently playing RE1 when a zombie plotbunnie attacked me and I had to shoot it with my Beretta. This takes place during the first game with hints of Code Veronica. See, I kinda have this theory about Capt. W...]
[Further A/N: I have worked with this fic since the summer and I just can’t seem to find a way to end the sex scene correctly. So, please, look over that.]
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Somehow, Barry Burton ended up in one of the master bedrooms of the mansion. It was dark and clean, one door on either side of the large bed, dresser, burro, and nightstand. No evidence of the viral outbreak anywhere.
So why did he feel like pissing his pants in fear?
Probably because he knew what these quiet walls contained; agony, screaming, pain, death...even if it was never in this room, the horror of real life zombies and monsters from the deep where forever etched into the house.
He had found a key with a sword engraved on it and had tried many a room with it and didn’t get anywhere. He thought about heading over to where Jill was, last he knew, and see if she could have a better use for it when he finally found one door that led him to where he was standing now.
A hungry moan rose from some of his new friends, two or three which now pounded gently on the door for him. Barry didn’t really notice--having grown used to the groans in the past hours.
He went back about his business. Doesn’t look like I’ll find much in here, he reasoned dismally, pulling gently at his red beard. He stepped forward, colt python in hand. Having had unwelcome surprises at least four times before now, he wanted to be perfect in his timing. “See it, shoot it, get out” had become his new motto.
He circled the bed, going for the left door. He pulled and jumped back, the door not opening. He went back, now attempting to push the door open. Like before, he didn’t wait to see what was inside before he moved backwards to safety, biting his tongue in dread at what new horror he might find.
It was a bathroom, brightly lit and small by the look of it, and if anything was in there, it would have the advantage and Barry was screwed. But he needed to press on, maybe the next clue was in there, or maybe ammo for the magnum he had picked up.
The monsters in the previous hall wailed louder, and Barry became angry at them, wishing that he had taken them out with head shots rather than conserve ammo, when he heard shots fired.
He turned his head, forgetting the bathroom. “What the blazes?”
The sound of three thumps rang in his ears, then fast paced footsteps. Could it be a Bravo? Maybe it’s Chris...
Whoever it was--or whatever--didn’t give the large Alpha much time to do anything else as the two large doors swung open and a blonde headed, shades wearing man dashed in, shutting the door.
“Wesker!”
The S.T.A.R.S. captain looked at him, smiling instantly. “Barry!”
“Good god, man! You scared the crap out of me.”
The younger shook his head, “Sorry. Those things are everywhere. I couldn’t even get through the hall for the poor souls.” He walked closer to the other.
“Jill and I’ve been looking for you high and low. Where have you been?”
Wesker smiled again as he stepped closer to the large, red headed gun fanatic. “I’ve been enjoying my tour of the mansion. The guides are real stiffs though.” Wesker used a thumb to point behind him.
Barry nodded, feigning a few laughs at the unusual joke. “I understand, sir. I’ve seen Jill, but not Chris...”
“Anyone else?”
“Jill’s the only one besides you that I’ve seen alive.”
Wesker hummed at this, his arms folding in his “think” mode. “Barry,” the captain said finally, “I need your help.”
The bearded man’s eyes brows lifted, his sweaty face looking moderately surprised. Wesker’s smile grew wider. “You see, Umbrella is running all of this chaos.” He waved one hand around for effect.
“The pharmaceutical company? Where did you learn this?”
Wesker came closer to him, “I’ve known all along.”
He could tell by the other’s face that Barry’s mind had slowed down in shock, better to keep the ball rolling before he could become Wesker's enemy.
Wesker tapped the vest pocket that Barry kept a picture of his family and skillfully pulled it out. The man kept it with him for luck, if he recalled correctly, but Wesker couldn’t stand them, the two girls too loud and annoying while playing with their father when he was invited over.
“Your wife and daughters,” he showed the bigger man the picture, “they’re lovely, aren't they, Barry?” Barry loved his family, enough to do what Wesker wished if he said the right words, made the right actions. And they wouldn’t be in the way this time. Tonight, they would be just what Albert Wesker needed.
Captain Wesker looked up at his fellow S.T.A.R.S., hate and worry a lovely mix on his face as Barry finally put two and two together. “What do you want?”
“Two things.”
“Which are?”
“Umbrella wants me to make this place go boom before daylight, but most of the doors are locked and I can’t get down into the labs to make that happen.”
“Labs?”
“Don’t worry about the details, Barry. Just try to open as many doors as you can until you find copper colored crests. There are four in all, sun, moon wind, and star,” Wesker took the time to laugh. “They led to the door that will take me to where I need to go.”
Barry stepped back, rising his colt python in his captain’s face. “What if I refuse, you bastard?”
“Then Umbrella will send men in to dispose of them on my orders.” Wesker shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, smiling with glee.
“But if they never hear from you, then I have nothing to worry about!“ Barry’s face was angry and red as he fired off the colt, but Wesker moved with unknown speed, avoiding the attack.
In seconds, Wesker was back by Barry’s side and knocked him sideways onto the bed. The colt fell from his hands, clattering on the floor. Wesker shook his head in the negative, his voice teasingly scolding, “Ah, ah, ah! If you kill me, then they all die anyway.”
Barry’s voice was gruff and heavy with breathing, “I won’t help a traitor!”
The captain cupped Barry’s chin, sharply tilting it up as he removed his glasses with his free hand, reveling golden red eyes with pupils like that of a cat.
Barry stared in shock, Wesker was...Wesker was one...of those things...
“You don’t have choice,” Wesker hissed, then his voice was back to purring. “As for the second part of the deal...”
Barry suddenly found his lap full of Wesker, the younger captain having collapsed and sitting on his legs, his arms automatically wrapping around his slender form to balance out the weight. Wesker’s own arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. “The second part is that you mate with me.”
Barry pulled back, “WHAT?”
Wesker chuckled, “You see, my new state puts me in a predicament from time to time.” He was lying through his teeth, but Barry didn’t need to know that. “If I don’t mate, things around me tend to get destroyed...like that family of yours, Barry.”
The devil snake was smiling most happily, his two rows of perfectly white teeth showing from ear to ear as he toyed with the man’s loyalties. Wesker tossed his sunglasses to the head of the bed, his right hand running down Barry’s large bulk. He dipped his head to Barry’s exposed neck, licking just below the collar line softly and then grazed it with his teeth. The more animalistic he made his actions, the more the family man would believe his lies.
“You’re bluffing. You’re nothing but bullshit, Wesker.”
“You remember when I came to work in my new car?” He was slowly grinding his hips into Barry, feeling with each moment the other become harder. “My new, black and shiny Doge? You and Chris were with me when I bought it. It was totaled when you saw it the week after, like it had been in a train wreck.”
A soft trill left Wesker’s throat, Barry jumping at the sound. He didn’t need to do that, but he liked to. It confused his enemies, made them question their battle plans, and it gave him enough time to kill them. But he used it with Barry to promote his need for sex, for a mate, as he had said earlier.
His hands trailed to Burrton’s head, grasping it to hold him in place as Wesker spoke in his ear, “I need release. I have to have it.”
“Take one of the monsters!”
“I already have,” he lied, “it’s not the same.”
He knew the elder man grimaced at that, and to encourage Barry, he added to his lies. “You know that Richard’s dead, don’t you? I found him in the east wing on the second floor. He was still slightly warm when I--”
“SHUT UP!” Barry doubled over, resting against him and wailed. “Just shut up!”
Wesker trilled again, clawing at Barry’s cloth back. “Off,” he commanded, bucking harder.
“No...”
He could hear the conflict, the terror in that word. “It doesn’t matter, male or female, you...or your wife...”
“No!” Barry looked Wesker in the eye, he was determined to let nothing happen to his family.
“Then fill me.” Wesker bent forward, capturing Barry’s lips, this time with a whine. His fingers worked at Barry’s belt, loosening it and quickly unzipping his pants.
Wesker kneeled on the floor, pulling Barry through the hole in his boxers and gave a lick like one would for a lollipop. “Bastard…” Barry seethed, holding back the rest of his vocabulary when he remembered all the reasons he hadn’t snapped his captain’s neck already.
He engulfed the larger S.T.A.R.S. member, sucking him deeply the moment his tongue reached the base. Wesker’s head was spinning with glee; he couldn’t believe his luck. He had waited all these years and know he had what he wanted: Barry Burton with his pants down moaning.
Which Barry was as Wesker’s skilled tongue caressed the vain that trailed the length of the underside of the his penis. And then Wesker’s warm mouth was gone from Barry’s aching cock, the teasing air more devilish than Wesker’s wet orifice.
“Lie down.” He pushed the red head down flat onto the bed, standing momentarily to rid Barry of his shoes and pants. Underwear was next when it didn’t come over Barry’s erect member with the pants, the bigger man fighting back protests.
Barry stared up at the ceiling as he heard Wesker fight with his own clothes, wondering what his wife and his daughters would think of him. This is wrong, I’m betraying Kathy. He let out a frustrated sigh, But he said that he’d kill them, maybe even...
Wesker was pulling him up into sitting mode by his vest and he forgot what he was thinking about as his captain liberated him of his shirt and bullet protection. Wesker sat back down on his thighs, pulling Barry‘s hands on to the lower part of his hips. The younger man felt down his elder’s chest with his hands, Barry’s two hundred pound bulk being mostly nothing but hard muscle. “You’re beautiful, Barry,” Wesker cooed, kissing him again.
“What--” Barry looked disgusted, “what do I need to do?”
Rubbing his smooth cheek against Barry’s beard, Wesker answered, “Close your eyes, imagine that I’m your wife if this bothers you that much.” He hugged Barry’s shoulders, soft lips kissing the other’s ear and whispered, “mate with me.”
“How? I don’t--”
“Lean back.”
He did as Wesker said, the S.T.A.R.S captain rising on his knees as Barry looked up into those inhuman eyes. What is he? Was he ever human? Wesker’s definitely not a mindless zombie, but he’s still--
He thrusted up into Wesker automatically when he felt warmth all around him. A gasp came from the slender man, the S.T.A.R.S veteran filling his ass with fast, hard strokes.
This was better than he had imagined, better than when he sat behind his desk in the boring S.T.A.R.S office, casually rubbing himself when Barry was near his desk--displaying his guns and cleaning them fondly--and secretly glad that no one could see him, unlike if he had one of the normal desks in the same scenario.
Barry was hard and strong, always the strong man of the Alpha Team. Something Wesker liked, something Wesker wanted more of. Yes, this is what he liked in men, they were hard, fast, and strong, beating him until it hurt and he was bleeding from his ass.
“Barry...don’t hold back...”
He could feel Wesker’s blunt nails tearing the skin of his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he bounced viciously. Barry had lost himself in the pleasure, Wesker’s tossed back head and masculine groans making him savage.
“Don’t hold back...” He heard the other repeat, and Barry went wild, somewhere in his mind he recalled that he could never be this ferocious in bed with Kathy. She always seemed so delicate, he didn’t want to hurt her.
But this was Wesker, he realized without thought. He could be wild, he could be ferocious, he could fuck the living daylights out of the man that had threatened his wife, his children. He could focus all his hate and anger into this one being and not worry about hurting someone he loved.
At this new revelation, Barry gave it all the power he had, Wesker screaming at the top of his lungs. The slap of flesh became sharp, heat radiating off them in waves, felt and heard the hiss of clenched teeth from agonized pleasure.
Wesker couldn’t see anything, his mind mad with the double sin. Who was he, where was he? It didn’t matter, he loved the world and all the people in it.
He felt warmth between his legs as Barry‘s hands moved to his ass cheeks, but Barry hadn’t cried out. In the nothingness of his mind, he knew that he was bleeding, his blood making it easier for his elder to plunge deeper into him.
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They didn’t need to sleep. Monsters would kill them if they did. Yet, Wesker hadn’t expected Barry to be so...
Tiring.
The man was already collapsed on the bed, holding his eyes open with his fingers. Wesker was sprawled on top of him, the bond slightly uncomfortable but still holding.
The erothpia was clearing form his mind. He should have done this sooner, this would cost him time and hinder his mission. He may even lose an arm or two if he tried to battle the mansion now.
Wesker rubbed his cheek into the dense mat of hair on Barry’s chest, then moved like a sloth to his right nipple. He licked it then bit it, receiving a rough grunt from his mate.
Wesker flinched at the thought and knew Barry had seen it. Was he believing his own lie? No, he wanted it to be true, Barry to be his, and to have this great fuck every night.
“Are you satisfied now?” Barry asked, annoyed.
The captain lifted himself up on his hands, his palms on either side of the larger S.T.A.R.S. “For now. I might need you later.” He slid off of Barry’s member.
He was grabbed by his upper arm, “Again?”
“It’s like going into heat, Mr. Burton. The need could be quenched, or maybe it has died down for a few hours.”
Barry’s eyes were black from exhaustion, “I won’t do it again!”
Wesker freed his arm from his rough fingers and rolled to the side of him, making sure to display himself like an Adonis incase the thoughts of this coupling came back to haunt him and he hunted for Barry. “Then I supposed I might try Richard again,” he rubbed Barry’s abs, watching them quiver with interest as he graced the right spots, “but you said Jill was still alive...”
Barry was on the verge of another outburst of rage. “Remember your family. I hold the key to their life.”
“Fine!“ Barry shot up, standing on weakened legs and picking up his clothes to put them back on.
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