In The Shadow of a Legend

[Independent Albert Wesker] [18+] "I wish to believe, but belief is a graveyard.”

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A smirk tugged at his lips as he observed the young man’s fiery disposition in the face of being completely and utterly trapped beneath danger. Slowly, his hands part from Leon’s sides, sliding up to the wall on either side of his head.

“And what do you propose will happen if I ask nicely, Agent Kennedy?”

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“That you do not.” He murmurs, as if barely acknowledging the young man strapped to the table. The blond tyrant gave a once over, eyes carefully scanning the tools laid across the table. A decision was made as he picked up one of the more slender scalpels with care. 

Albert then turns, looking down at his ‘patient’ laid bare on the table. 

He brings his hand down, jamming the scalpel between the joint that connected his forearm and elbow, blade sliding into the delicate skin between.

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@tyrant-chris-redfield

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“I feel the need for nothing, Chris. Do try not to make me seem so desperate.” He says with faint amusement, fastening the collar with a precise hand. It had to be perfect.

“Call it a whim... A means to up the ante, as you might say. Things have been rather dull as of late.”

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“That’s it, pet.” He coos, fingers pushing past the elder Redfield’s lips as he pinned him to the wall with little effort. This was Chris’ concession, his loss of pride and dignity as he realized his place. One was not to cross Albert Wesker, nor test his patience (or lack thereof). Anyone who’d done so suffered disastrous consequences.

Some more than others.

“Very good. You’ve chosen well.” The deep rumble escapes his throat with amusement as he withdraws his fingers from the younger man’s mouth. 

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His hand was on the remote in that instant, dialing up the settings with a look that resembled satisfaction. It was the look of a man who’d known, even anticipated her next movement. 

“Ah ah, I wouldn’t.” The device dug its prongs deeper into her chest, drilling holes through her skin to give way to delicate human veins, spreading the serum throughout her body with little mercy.

A wry chuckle escaped Wesker as he observed her thinly veiled panic.

“You’ll only make the transition harder on yourself, Ms. Valentine.”

[missingwesker]

"I see you've chosen to /abandon/ our legacy, sister."

The woman stared her brother down with a sharp gaze. One hand lifting to calmly adjust her half lens sunglasses. 

“Abandon? No. Merely take it in a different direction, dear brother.”

“I see you are still as power hungry as ever.”

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His expression was the definition of controlled, the only indicator of his bitterness in the sharp undercurrent of his tone. 

“If you do not grasp power while possible, you will never have any at all. I refuse to simply wait for another to come along and ask for my assistance. The world is one in which you move along, or get left behind. Surely you’d know this by now?”

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“Lovely, you’re awake.” Albert raises a brow, making strides toward the operating table with a faint enthusiasm he’d lacked in their daily routine.

“I’d begun to think you were taking your sweet time, Christopher.” The words carried an undercurrent of dissatisfaction, his lips pursed. He leered over the man with rapt interest, sizing him up. The tyrant’s sunglasses were perched upon his face once more, dulling the glow of his eyes.

Wincing in his place at the use of his name, he kept trying turning his head to the side, Chris had to finally give up and throw it back, his throat presses tightly against the metal forcing his head in place. He tried to avoid the older man’s eyes, even if they were dulled out. He was uncomfortable.

“What happened?..” He muttered.

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“In short, you betrayed my trust.” He steps away from the table, gaze finally leaving the body of his prisoner. When the blond returned, it was with a table of tools, varying degrees of scalpels and unidentifiable rods, to which he removed the latter and placed them into the furnace tucked away into the nearest corner.

“And now you’re going to make it up to me, Dearheart.” Gloved hands reached for the zipper of Chris’ battlesuit, yanking it down.

“I wanted you to be awake for this.” 

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“I see you’ve awoken. Tell me Jill, was your sleep restful?” He begins to move forward, caging her between the doorway and the room she’d just come from. His trademark sunglasses were removed, unleashing the bright glow behind them.

“I hoped to be the first face you encountered.”

“Where… Where am I.” She backs  away, until she was flush against  the door. Hands even grabbing,  trying to find the door knob. Though  in a mild panic her grabbing was unsuccessful. Though at the command  the device that hid under her shirt came  to life. Digging into skin and sending serum into her system. “It was fine, sir.” Came a near robotic reply. The words leaving her mouth without her command,  making blue eyes widen in fear.

“What the fuck is happening?”

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His gaze remained steady upon her form, his face expressionless and impassive. Her fear and apprehension called for no reaction from him but to simply continue moving into her space without any further ado. 

Once the words left his lips, an eerie smiled cracked across otherwise solemn features. He was pleased with this development.

“You’re taking quite well to the P30, Ms. Valentine.”

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He rose from his seat, approaching the writhing body at a slow pace. He was going to take his sweet time with this one, drink in the sight of his influence at work. 

“You’ve been a naughty boy.” He then reached his destination, and stared down at the object of his hatred. In the next move, he kicked the elder Redfield in the temple harshly.

Everything went black after the intense hit to his head. He could still feel the pain pounding at the side when he finally began regaining conciousness. The pain was mostly overwhelming, his eyesare unable to focus on anything as they open up half-way. The man looked like he was heavily drugged in his recovery.

“I - Ngh…” He muttered, trying to tilt his head to the pained side, though something cold, metalic, was pressed around his throat, making this harder.

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“Lovely, you’re awake.” Albert raises a brow, making strides toward the operating table with a faint enthusiasm he’d lacked in their daily routine.

“I’d begun to think you were taking your sweet time, Christopher.” The words carried an undercurrent of dissatisfaction, his lips pursed. He leered over the man with rapt interest, sizing him up. The tyrant’s sunglasses were perched upon his face once more, dulling the glow of his eyes.

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His lips are in a thin-line as he tilts his head to inquire.

“And what did you do instead?” This time he did not wait, snatching the remote without a moment’s notice to crank the dial to a higher setting. 

No more games.

“Wai -”

His words were cut by a pained cry, the man immediatelly slams his back against the door behind him and drags his fingers against the skin on his chest - one which was still a little pink from earlier. The pain flowed from there to his back, and then to the rest of his body - until he dropped on his knees, losing control so much faster because he have already fought himself in the morning.

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He rose from his seat, approaching the writhing body at a slow pace. He was going to take his sweet time with this one, drink in the sight of his influence at work. 

“You’ve been a naughty boy.” He then reached his destination, and stared down at the object of his hatred. In the next move, he kicked the elder Redfield in the temple harshly.

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“I’ve thought about this many times over. I’ve held onto the very thought of you just like this, Chris. Unable to adjust, sniveling and begging me to stop when you know it won’t keep me from getting what I want.” The blond reached down, snatching the man from the floor and shoving him against the wall, the only mercy he would give was to bring him upright as he proceeded.

“I see one outcome, and two paths to which you meet that outcome, Pet.” He spits the words with a vitriol unmatched by any being who’d ever come to be, fingers nudging at Chris’ lips.

“You suck, and receive less pain than you deserve for being impudent... Or I simply proceed, uncaring of what happens to you from there.

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“Not those, Chris.” Wesker stretched himself out upon the couch, fingers almost inching toward the remote. Sanguine irises contract, focused on his… Acquisition. 

“What are my orders regarding unexpected guests? Surely your mind hasn’t forgotten so soon.” A wry chuckle escapes him, as if he were endeared by the man’s blatant skirting of the question.

His lips parted and his brows twitched, frowning as he averts his gaze to the wall on his right. He had no excuse for that, really. It was an impulse action on his side, some hope remaining within him that the man could do something from outside while Chris was compromised, forced to work for the bad guy.

“Kill anyone who sees me.”

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His lips are in a thin-line as he tilts his head to inquire.

“And what did you do instead?” This time he did not wait, snatching the remote without a moment’s notice to crank the dial to a higher setting. 

No more games.

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The vice grip on dark locks kept Chris from going anywhere but forward onto the phallus in his mouth. A low rumble escaped the tyrant, gratification in the form of his broken pet’s tears. This was true euphoria, the shear power he held over the man who used to be so proud, so strong in his convictions, only to be captured and forced into subservience.

Chris Redfield’s hell was in the form of Albert Wesker, a reality he found the utmost pleasure in. With each encounter he could up the ante, shatter his worst enemy’s perceptions of just how far he could go. It was absolutely invigorating.

“You’re doing so well, Chris,” Within the next moment, he yanked the prisoner from his cock, staring down with a malicious smile.

“But I’m not quite satisfied yet. You’ve yet to deliver an adequate apology for your misbehavior.”

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“I am not the one who is in trouble.” The older man uncrossed his legs, gaze unwavering on the subject before him. He made no move to stand, only awaiting each response.

“What were my orders, specifically?” The remote in his hand sat idly on one of the arms of the couch, a silent sign of superiority. There would be no deflection, no lies, no deceptions.

“To take the sample to the nearest abandoned laboratory and get it checked.” He replied without hesitation, eyes locked on the remote - like a cat staring down a spray bottle with liquid A C I D in it.

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“Not those, Chris.” Wesker stretched himself out upon the couch, fingers almost inching toward the remote. Sanguine irises contract, focused on his... Acquisition. 

“What are my orders regarding unexpected guests? Surely your mind hasn’t forgotten so soon.” A wry chuckle escapes him, as if he were endeared by the man’s blatant skirting of the question.

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Reblog this if you like to RP with people for more reasons than simply wanting their Muse to be in love with yours. If you actually enjoy building a relationship (whatever kind it may be) between them, rather than just starting out with the pure intent of making their Muse love yours.

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“You walk around here as if you’ve gained a new freedom by virtue of being at my side.” His lip curls as he places a foot under the man’s chin, forcing Chris’ head up. 

‘Such a pathetic sight.’

“Then listen well.” Albert bent, never once sinking down low enough to meet the broken man’s level. To sink to his knees was below him. The Tyrant reached forth, yanking the man up by his hair while his remaining free hand unfastened his trousers. 

“You’re going to use your mouth for something useful for a change.”

He was still in a blur until the man grabbed onto his hair, the sharp pain clears his eyes as they narrow. His gloved hands have grabbed onto the older man’s thighs as a mean to balance himself on his knees, thinking he will get the chance to get up.

Until his eyes finally focused, on the man undoing his pants.

Besides the confusion, there was dread and shock washing over the larger man, his head tries to turn away. “What the - Wesker!” His voice began shaking in mild panic. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

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“I don’t think, I know.” Wesker croons, twisting the young man’s head forward. Without a moment’s notice, he thrusts into Chris’ waiting mouth, hand tightened in the panicked man’s hair. 

“Such a vibrant mouth you have on you, Redfield. Always spouting nonsense, always finding a way to resist me and the plans I’ve made for us. You never give in, you never just allow yourself to understand your position in life is at my feet. If hell is where I belong, then I shall drag you with me into the inferno. You will always be mine, Chris. Until the very end of your eternity! “ He grunts, hips jerking forward as he yanks the man forward even harder.