Chapter 1
You weren’t a part of S.T.A.R.S.
You weren’t even an officer. No, you were a receptionist who showed up at the early hours of the morning with your steaming cup fit perfectly in hand and often that warm jacket pulled tight because night receptionist enjoyed blasting the cool right at the desks. You were someone who made sure whenever a face entered or left they signed in, they a proper smiling greeting every morning, and that they always had someone who was willing to say even a few words to them. You were the front face of the station when people walked in, but you weren’t an officer. You weren’t Chief Irons. You weren’t even a detective up and coming. And you certainly weren’t like the captains you’ve met.
So why did you capture Albert Wesker’s attention?
At first, you didn’t notice it. When you had started this job months ago you had been warned that while he was surface level polite he would never be one to make conversation. If you could get more than a nod to acknowledge you had said something that would have been considered an improvement. But it wasn’t like it was a negative thing. You had been subjected to the opposite, in fact, where the person didn’t know when to close their mouth or let you continue your work. And being the receptionist and nothing more, you found that you couldn’t exactly say anything back to the officers. Just smile and try to focus on typing up the different papers that had been left with you in hopes of keeping Chief Irons satisfied. Especially since he wasn’t known to be a patient man.
However, on one particular day when one of the officers had been speaking to you endlessly about anything and everything, the door had shuddered open and in walked the man himself. Albert Wesker, his uniform immaculate and strapped tight to emphasize the physique you assumed was needed for the job he had to perform. At least that was a raining bonus of this job. Getting to see the fit officers from the S.T.A.R.S. sector often helped to balance out some of the more unpleasant aspects of it. Wesker had taken three steps in when he spotted the officer. Or, you had assumed so, as the man wore sunglasses even indoors and made it to where you could only guess his line of sight. It could have even been the sign in sheet he was looking at next to the officer, but you didn’t know. All you did know was that this officer was still chattering in that friendly tone of his you’ve come accustomed to when Wesker finally approached the desk. Normally, he would sign in silently and make sure you could properly see his badge as a confirmation of protocol, not that it wasn’t ever on display on his person. Then he would nod and head down the hall to his own office. Instead he broke that normal routine today and brought a hand up to touch at the officer’s shoulder, making him jump and turn.
You were still smiling. You became aware of this when the officer shot a look over to you then back to Wesker to gage the situation, before he simply muttered a greeting and goodbye in one go. When Wesker’s hand dropped the officer turned and smiled to you once more before he was heading down the hall at a brisk pace. You weren’t sure what happened there, or why Wesker had bothered to intervene.
Then, he spoke to you and you became aware of your heart jumping back to life.
“I didn’t want him disturbing your work.” Wesker wasn’t a man of many words. You’ve heard him speaking to others more than to you. Usually it was only about work. He didn’t seem like the kind of man to share his personal life in the open or even a man of small talk alone. So, the fact he was making conversation with you was enough to briefly make you jump and look up at him. Now you were really looking at him.
Albert Wesker was an attractive man. You would have to be blind to not notice. He was tall, had a very appealing body he took great care to maintain, and had that entire mysterious ‘Don’t come near me’ approach you remembered enjoying in those cheesy romance novels you stashed at home. A sharp jaw without a hint of stubble on it meant he took care to shave possibly every day. Great hygiene then, too. Another bonus. But whenever you dared to look to his hands as he picked up the pen to sign you realized he had no wedding ring. No anything. Not even a watch was on his wrist this time, leaving a faint pale circle where he normally wore one. His penmanship was sharp and immaculate too.
‘Kind of perfect.’ You had to fight the brief flush that tried to form at the thought. Yes, Albert Wesker was very attractive, but you were just a receptionist and realistically you knew the odds of him being single were slim. And the chances of him being single and looking to you of all people were slimmer.
“Thank you, Captain Wesker.” You always made sure to use proper titles. Chief Irons had made sure of that day one of your hiring. Wesker stood back after dropping the pen and you followed the motion. Your gaze traced up his chest and past the vest until you found his face, which was angled down like he was looking at you. All you could see when you looked into the glasses, however, was the reflection of yourself, so you quickly turned your gaze down and towards the work you still had left to do. Shuffling papers to organize them and distract your hands from nervous fiddling, you expected him to walk away after a moment.
He didn’t.
“If there is any officers bothering you, inform me. I will make sure you’re undisturbed.”
“Oh, that’s not…” You started, but the fact of what he said managed to suddenly stun you. Like your brain had properly processed his words just as you looked up to smudge on that perfect little smile again. But it faltered and your lips were just barely parted. He remained standing where he had been with his hands now at his side.
“I mean it. You’ve been staying late this week, I’ve noticed. An hour each day.” You opened your mouth to speak. “Your shift is supposed to end with mine. I stay late generally to make sure Captain Enrique is completely updated before I leave. I’ve left before you each day this week. That’s unacceptable.”
“I’m…sorry?” You felt like you should apologize. He sounded not disappointed but annoyed, as if the fact of you staying later than him was insulting somehow. But he didn’t look annoyed. He looked as he always did. Which, now that you think about it, might be annoyed.
“Don’t be. However, I expect whenever I leave tonight you will be leaving tonight as well.” He spoke clearly and carefully. He made sure you understood, even leaning down just a little to break his posture just to emphasize himself. “Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.” It slipped out because honestly, this man was intimidating. But it was…well, you couldn’t say it wasn’t very attractive. To have this authoritative man giving you what felt like an order? You were certain you’ve read about this in one of your novels before. But those novels definitely would have taken a turn after what you said. Your heart hammered in your ears and you were more aware than ever of not just the feeling of your flush but the feeling of his gaze. You could easily feel how he was looking at you now. Not at the sign in sheet or at anything else, just you.
He nodded in satisfaction, stood back up to his original posture, then proceeded down the hall.
‘What the fuck?’
Nobody disturbed you.
While you wouldn’t have complained, you’ve grown used to the officers who would occasionally stop by to talk. Some even took their lunch break at your desk just for a chance to have some company. You wouldn’t say it wasn’t unwelcomed, the socializing giving you something to look forward to a lot of the time considering paperwork could make your eyes cross half the time. But there were times you wished you could have more quiet to simply listen to the low hum of the jazz you put on in the background and focus solely on your job to make sure you could get as much done as possible.
Today was the day you finished early.
It shouldn’t have been so shocking considering you were almost completely alone the entire time, only disturbed when someone came through to sign in or out. A few times you helped with the booking process, but there were others there who handled that process usually. Meaning, twenty minutes prior to when your shift was due to end, you were done. You almost couldn’t believe it. Even when you looked at the organized and signed papers stacked neatly into the little slots and dividers to be sent off to the respective places the next morning, you couldn’t believe it. Not when Kathy, the night receptionist, slipped in with her own bag and cup that was similar to your own.
“I’m done.” You had announced when she sat in the chair next to you, her keys rattling when she hooked them under the desk. At your words, the older woman turned and her eyebrows shot up. Kathy wasn’t too much older, but she was old enough to understand your longer hours in the office. Before you had come along she had done the day shift and knew the costs that came with it. She also knew it wasn’t often one would be finished so early.
“Really?” Her eyes raked over the neatly cleaned up desk and the standby screen on the computer. Even the sign in sheet had been filed away, a fresh one and new pen stashed up and waiting for whoever came through. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe you, you knew this, but you also knew there was a chance something had been overlooked. Anything. But when her piercing eyes found nothing, she blinked and turned that gaze back over to you in shock.
“….Well, you’re done.” Kathy said. She began to unbutton and take off her wool coat, the same one she wears every night. As she did so she looked you up and down. “Do you have a date tonight, dear?”
“What, no? I just…I got done.” Kathy looked like she didn’t believe you one bit. You knew how much of a gossip bug she was. It couldn’t be helped there were some evenings that you spent an extra half hour just sitting with her to catch up on what you’ve witnessed or heard through the day and her through the night. It was like a strange form of therapy between the two of you. Which is why you knew you couldn’t tell her anything too incriminating, not with the way she could sniff out the truth a mile away. If you could help it you wouldn’t have told her anything about the Wesker incident from earlier. Not that much had happened that you deemed worthy to talk about.
However, fate was not on your side and as you spoke you were aware of approaching steps that suddenly stopped by the desk.
Kathy’s eyes only briefly widened over your shoulder, then her own polite smile graced her lips. A practiced, precise smile she’s done for years at this job.
“Captain Wesker, heading out?” You froze. You didn’t need to turn around to know he was behind you at the edge of the desk. Having angled your chair around to face Kathy you hadn’t expected him to show up in such a way. Hell, you didn’t actually think he was going to go through with his words from earlier. You didn’t turn around and instead busied yourself with gathering up your personal items to put away in your bag. Your favorite pen, your small snack bag you munch on through the day, even your keys. You didn’t live far, just a twenty minute walk that could sometimes take longer depending on the weather.
“I am.” He spoke in the same tone he always did. You felt the briefest flutter of relief and thought he would sign his name on the fresh sheet then leave. He did sign it, however he didn’t immediately leave. Not without saying your name first. “Are you coming?”
Kathy was staring. Her smile was polite and practiced and never faltered, but you watched how her eyes immediately drew to you like a magnet. Your cheeks were burning even when you tried to smother it and the feeling of anxious hands clawing up your chest took hold. She saw it all. Even when you shot her a look that you knew wouldn’t have been enough to explain yourself, you tried and she just smiled a little broader.
“Escorting her home, Captain? That’s very nice of you.” Kathy reached out with one hand and patted your arm to make you aware of the cold touch. “She even got done early. Early! Isn’t that something?” You thought briefly about cursing Kathy. You could quickly see what she was getting at, what she was playing. Kathy had been one of the first ones to warn you about the Captain and his nature, but she was also the first one to tease you when she realized your attraction for the man. This was one of those moments.
“She’s very good at what she does.”
You wanted to die. The way Wesker spoke conveyed nothing. The same tone, the same voice, the same speech pattern. Nothing except what he said and who he said it about changed, but something changed enough that had Kathy grinning a little bigger.
“Well, go on, don’t let me hold you up. I’ll see you tomorrow night, dears.” Kathy patted your arm again. When she pulled it away it felt like a tether for a ship coming undone. You wanted to stay at port, but the waves were going to pull you out whether you wanted to or not, so you took a sharp inhale and finally rose. Your bag was a hip bag that wasn’t terribly big and was able to tuck under your lengthy jacket. When you finally looked at Wesker you found him just waiting there for you. He didn’t move when you circled the desk and were able to see he was wearing his own S.T.A.R.S. jacket. It was zipped up to cover over the top few buttons of his shirt that poked over his vest. His uniform was still in place as if it had never been disturbed.
He nodded towards the door and you started the slow walk towards them. It wasn’t a terribly chilly night despite the breeze. Spring in Raccoon city often kept it a mix of warm and cool that felt just right to you. Wesker followed you out the door and down the steps to the sidewalk in front of the station. This was where you knew the two of you should part ways. You would go right and start your trek towards your apartment building where you would lay in bed mortified for hours, while he would go left to the parking garage to get in his vehicle and head his own way. Only, he didn’t move even when you turned and wished him a very quiet goodnight. He didn’t move when you started down the sidewalk like you were going to pass by him.
He did move when you were almost past him, his hand coming up to touch your arm in a loose grip you could have pulled away from if you wanted. The warmth of his hand could be felt through your sleeve and you hated the goosebumps that came from such a touch. When you looked up at him you found he was already looking back at you.
“Let me drive you home.”
“That’s not necessary, I don’t live far.”
“Let me walk you home, then.” You thought about denying him again. You had made this walk before with no trouble. But he was turning and letting go of you and standing at your side before you could form the words. You waited to see if he would change his mind or if you could will yourself to deny him. Neither came. Just your acceptance, once again, of this stubborn man’s nature as you ducked your head and hoped the dim light of the street lamps you both walked past was enough to hide your blushing. This wasn’t how you expected your evening to go.
Hell, even on the off chances you fantasized about this man, which you tried not to in fear of never being able to look at him again, it never went like this. Some of the cheesy ones included him leaving his number for you on a sticky note or something and eventually asking you on a date. Maybe to that coffee shop you’ve overheard Chris Redfield mentioning down the street somewhere. Or to another little place. Just something to get to know each other. On the less than innocent ones, you imagined his office. You’ve been in there a few times, you knew it reasonably wouldn’t work considering how crowded it was, but the off chance it did often had you set ablaze in the privacy of your bedroom at night.
Even now, walking with your arm nearly touching his as he escorted you, the thought of said fantasy had the faintest drag of arousal trying to take root.
When you spared a glance you found that Wesker looked completely focused on his task at hand. His head was on a small swivel, turning from left to right every few steps in a pattern you supposed he’d developed in his days of service. You knew he was good at what he did and this would be the safest you’ve ever been with him escorting you home. If someone had ever thought about bothering you on the street they’d more than likely second guess that now. His hands were in his pockets when he walked and his steps evenly spaced, if not a bit slower than your own. Him being taller meant his strides were longer and you would have struggled to match his faster pace if he didn’t ease up.
“Thank you.” The words felt right to say. Even if it wasn’t the time or place, though when that could have come you weren’t sure, you decided to say them. Even if to break the silence that was rattled by the occasional passing car. Wesker’s head turned when you spoke and he hummed, though he didn’t speak in return. An acknowledgment, something you were used to hearing from him when he entered and left the station. “For earlier.” You specified. While you wouldn’t have ever done it, you were thankful he gave you a chance to get your work done.
You also suspected it was why you weren’t bothered the rest of the afternoon either.
“You’re a very dedicated worker.” He finally spoke. Your apartment building was in sight and you had just started to open your mouth to announce so when he spoke. “I’ve not seen you miss a day since you’ve started. Mrs. Katharine says you do excellent work. Chief Irons has praised you before.” He trailed off and you felt your heart stuttering. They said that? All of them?
“Oh.” Your voice cracked very faintly and you cleared your throat. “Oh.” You said again.
“I also share the opinion.” He said finally. The building was right beside the two of you now, the stairs that cut up to the next floor where you apartment was on display in the small hall between two connected buildings. You both stood there and he was facing you now. You knew he was looking at you. Not only could you feel it but his body language of the way his head was angled down gave you no reason to doubt so. “I think you’re doing excellent work. I think you’re a very dedicated worker. I think you’re very kind.” He paused then and you almost couldn’t hear the next words out of his mouth because of the blood rushing in your ears. “I also find you fascinating and would like to come up with you.”
“Come…oh.”
Come up. To your apartment.
Are you certain you weren’t dreaming and this just wasn’t some kind of stray fantasy once more? You couldn’t be certain anymore, not with the way he spoke those last few words. It wasn’t in that familiar stoic tone or way he spoke. It was a whisper. Something private and reserved just for you as he bowed his head a little more to invade your space. You waited thinking you would wake up any minute, or the dream would change and you would actually be in his office again like it almost always shifted to. But nothing changed as time dragged on and you watched the faintest twitch in his jaw, as if realizing he had made a mistake of some kind.
“Okay.” You squeaked it out before he started to pull back, watching how he paused.
“Are you certain?” He asked and in the way he asked you knew he wouldn’t have forced you to do anything. He wouldn’t force himself up into your apartment. Hell, even up there, he wouldn’t force himself on you or expect anything. Even if all the two of you did was talk and drink the instant coffee mix you had, he sounded okay of that too.
Which is hilarious in the long run to you, considering you somehow found yourself in your bedroom with your back flat on your bed and head tossed into the thrown about pillows as this man’s mouth did things to your cunt you hadn’t ever experienced.
You weren’t sure what path you took between letting him inside and getting to the bedroom. There weren’t drinks involved or anything of the such, but it felt like such a blur that your pleasure rattled brain couldn’t even begin to remember. All you could focus on was the fact he hadn’t even taken your panties off, just used a thumb to pull them aside so he could dive right in with the flat of his tongue licking from hole to clit in one swipe. Both of your legs spasmed and threatened to close around his head. Wesker’s other hand came up to grip one of your thighs while he situated the hand holding your underwear aside to make sure he could get a proper taste without being smothered. Not that he looked against it if the heat in those startling blue eyes were anything to go by.
When had he lost the glasses?
Fuck, his eyes were so beautiful. They were so blue even the morning sky could never compare to how vibrant they were. Even in dim lighting of your room they stood out like stars and you couldn’t help but look at them when his mouth all but swallowed your cunt, nose brushing just above your clit as he slurped and licked. Wesker devoured you like a hungry, hungry man. You weren’t sure when the last time he had ever done this was, because with how he made you sing he definitely did this before, but you could have thought he had been denied an addiction with how he tasted you.
“You’re so loud.” He only paused in his ministrations to speak against your thigh, wet lips kissing a hot trail before he nipped there. That was something else you weren’t expecting. He was a talker in bed. His soft huffs were broken up by words whispered not in the voices you’ve heard before. This was a heated, rolling tone like that of thunder. He didn’t always speak against your thigh either. Somethings in the crook of it and your groin, panting the words without ever really pulling off your lips. As if separating wasn’t something that came to mind. His hand not holding your underwear aside tightened and his eyes fluttered shut. His shirt was opened but not gone. His uniform itself, the vest and the essentials on the belt, had been safely deposited to the side. “I want to hear you again.”
You moaned softly. Then it turned to a loud, shaking gasp when he buried his face right against your cunt again, lapping at you until he latched his lips onto your clit and sucked. The pressure felt like it would pop any moment when he did things like that and your hips bucked to chase that overwhelming pleasure. It tried to gather right into your stomach, making the muscles there twitch as your entire body started to shake. Both of your hands found his hair and you were very fond of messing it up just to hear him grunt when you did so, enjoying how debauched it made him look with the loose strands falling over his forehead. But it was growing harder to hold your eyes open as his tongue swiped, and it grew worse when he freed one thigh to bring two fingers down and rub along the length of your hole. It twitched when he prodded at it, gathering slick along his fingers and slowly starting to prod and push.
When he pushed in to the knuckle you thought you saw stars and threw your head back, feeling when that pleasure finally broke over. There was a moment you couldn’t focus on anything except the pleasure pouring out and right into Wesker’s awaiting mouth, his hands holding you in place as you bucked into his touch. His body arched, you felt when the bed shifted, and his mouth took everything you could give him. Shocks tore through you still and the pleasure felt like it would never end before you collapsed, his mouth pulling off after a moment so he could pant against you.
When you opened your eyes his were still closed. His face was red and his lips shining as he slowly licked them clean, taking his time to savor the taste. If you weren’t already so flustered and gasping you would have let out a very pathetic noise right then and there.
“Albert.” You hadn’t said his name much since this started. Maybe once or twice. But whenever you said it his eyes snapped open and all his focus went right back to you. His body lunged up from the crouched position he had been in, hands all but fumbling between bringing your body against his and tearing at his own clothes. You hadn’t expected the man to be so…reckless in his movements, not considering how he was in nature, but you found you didn’t mind when he couldn’t choose between fighting with his pants to kick them down or touching you. Your mouth was claimed by his and between the wet kisses that tasted of you he spoke breathlessly.
“You did so good for me. Tasted so good. You should have seen how you looked, how beautiful you looked when you came. You looked so divine, so perfect. So-“ He made a small noise as he released his cock from behind his much too tight underwear and steadied the weight of it with his hand. You dared to look down between where the two of you were on your sides and against one another. He was uncut and long enough he filled out his own hand, the length of him twitching and pulsing as pre-cum gathered at the tip to be swiped by his own thumb.
“Albert.”
“Lift.” He patted one of your legs to pick it up and you obeyed. Your underwear was pushed and kicked down by him until it was gone and dangling off your raised leg and he didn’t waist time in pulling you close and making you curl that leg over him. He did finally pause when he brushed the tip against you to gather the slick there, his gasp hot against your ear as his body seemed to cover your own. “I didn’t bring…a condom.” He said it almost shamefully, yet he didn’t stop himself from grinding into you. From dragging the tip back and forth just to feel you there. To gather and lube himself up from your own slick as you whimpered into his chest.
“Pill, please, just-“ You didn’t have to tell him twice before he was filling you. The tip managed to fit through the opening with some pressure, but the length of him took a few shallow thrusts to fit entirely into you, working each inch carefully.
“So good, doing so good for me. Letting me fill you up.” The hand that had been guiding his cock settled instead on your ass and pulled at a cheek as if to expose you more, his head coming down so you could pick up on the gasping grunts he let out into your hair and behind your ear. “This pussy squeezing me so tight. Making it so hard to not fuck you, but you’re so good for me. Aren’t you? Doing so damn good for me. My perfect little…” His words felt like gibberish to you, something he was gasping and saying just in the moment. But you couldn’t deny what they did to you. How it made you flex around him and draw out more grunts from him as you felt the entire length of him fill you up. The stretch ached in just that perfect way and you were moaning into his neck when he finally bottomed out. The angle had him deep and pressing along your walls in just the right way to have you shaking.
“Albert.” You gasped his name and his hips twitched back and forth. Slowly. Shallow, careful thrusts as his own sounds began to pick up above your head.
“You’re so perfect.” He muttered. “So damn tight around me, trying to make me cum already? That’s…ah, you’re too good. Too good for me, too tight, too wet and warm and just-“ He was shaking as his thrusts picked up a little more, one hand curling up to cup the back of your head and keep you pressed down. You wanted to lift up and see what expression he was making to join those words, but it seemed like he didn’t. His grip didn’t falter and when that fat head hit one perfect spot and you felt the coil of pleasure building again you just cried out. “There you go, look at this. Want to make me so proud, want to come around-ah, around my cock, right? Let me feel you come on me. Need to feel it.”
You didn’t realize how quickly hearing someone say these words could bring you to an orgasm but it did. Normally you would have squeezed a hand down to flick at your clit at least a few times to push you past that edge, but the hot heat of being pressed against him while he desperately spoke and gasped into your neck was all you needed as his cock reached those perfect spots. As your body began to shake and lock up you were aware of when he gasped and jerked a little faster, his head falling back and the muscle of his neck flexing.
When you bit into it to stifle the loud moan he almost tore you felt when he jerked out of you and fucked himself against your lower stomach instead until the first hot wave of cum coated you.