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Wesker sat at the desk and slipped the file that was hidden beneath a series of other envelopes and data from its resting place. He normally wasn't one to dwell on the past but this held merit for the Chairman. His shaded eyes turned towards Amare who was sleeping soundly in the tousled sheets and comforter. Her naked back faced him, a pleasant reminder of the hard rough sexual tryst of a few hours before. Her body had been very willing and submissive to him bestowing him with whatever he desired.

Her screams of pleasure echoed throughout the room....

Nails pierced flesh marking him with 10 half crescents....

His cock surrounded by the wet pulsing heat as she came with a powerful shudder.....

The layer of sex and her slickened his upper thighs......

The sound of her pulse racing out of control as he fucked her harder into the mattress...

Skin slapped dominantly against skin.....

The bite marks around the pert buds that rested atop the beautiful breasts......

Bruises had materialized along the sharp juts of her hips and along the protruding collarbone but they would be expelled from her flesh in due time. The deep half moons emblazoned on his shoulders were already lifting away becoming white crescents that would be erased. Any other female would've shattered against his advances but she was resilient, giving him a challenge to which he couldn't resist.

He watched her sleep for a few minutes more before returning his attention to the file between his fingers. The name Alexandra Koch was emblazoned on the tab with precision print. Wesker flipped the top open and plucked the photo from paper clip. The woman looking back was smiling brightly at him. Her rich mocha hair had been restrained back. It was shorter then but now it flowed just past her shoulder blades creating a crown of silken chocolate that flowed around and framed her strong face. Wesker studied the crisp image one last time before placing it in the expensive crystal dish. Next he read the report of her unfortunate death in the explosion in the Los Angeles facility. Her remains had not been identifiable but then again none of the chemists and biologists working in Lab 257 was able to be given proper burial. The remains of all who perished had been burned beyond recognition. There was no way to extract DNA to create a path of closure for those left behind. The media had swarmed like vultures, each jockeying the other for the latest bite Umbrella's PR tossed at them like chum.

Little did they know there had been a survivor amongst the rubble and carnage.

"Sir," the team leader, HUNK, came over the monitor.

"Report," Wesker had been awaiting word since receiving news of the explosion.

"Sir, we found her."

"And…" he quietly growled.

"They are taking her to Dr. Isaacs as we speak. She is severely burned with numerous broken or shattered bones. She was barely conscious when we found her. They almost didn't recognize her."

"Excellent. Status on the other staff."

"Dead; all of them. There were no other survivors in the lab."

"Keep me updated."

"Yes, Chairman."

Wesker switched off the team leader and went to Isaacs.

"Dr. Isaacs…."

"Yes, Chairman."

"Alpha Team has recovered her from the scene. They are en route to you."

Isaacs's face brightened at the news. He wasn't remorseful over the deaths of his colleagues as they served their purpose in his eyes; collateral damage for the greater good. He clamored to participate in the Chairman's project, anxious to revive a repeat success that he had in Project Alice.

"Is everything in place?"

"Of course."

Wesker knew Issacs had been chomping at the bit as they say to work on this project. He had selected Isaacs for his experience and knowledge of the T-virus but to also keep the smug selfish bastard on a tighter leash. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer as the saying went.

"You do understand the consequences if this project is not a success."

"I have my best medical staff tending to her now. They are sending me her vitals in real time."

Wesker watched as Isaacs fed the stream for him to view. The image of burnt skin and singed clothing flooded the screen. A minute whimper came from the mask fastened around the figure's face. A white sheet blanketed the charred frame. "You can see they are keeping her stable before taking her in to operate."

"Let's keep it that way."

Wesker flipped Isaacs off then went to track the jet as it rushed across the Pacific towards the megalopolis of Tokyo. The lab would be awaiting her arrival and there Project Phoenix would commence.

ETA: 12 Hours

The file and photo curled and blackened as the gentle flames consumed the rich material. This was the last step to cementing the death of Alexandra Koch. The last part of her former life was literally burning away before his eyes, never to be seen again. Wesker glanced back at the bed and smiled as she didn't stir with the burning acrid smell that was wafting towards her. He caught her faint smile crossing her mouth and wondered what it was she was thinking, dreaming.

As the final spec of evidence melted in the glow of orange and yellow, Wesker shed the expensive pants, jacket and shirt, mindful to put the glasses on the stand, then dipped down behind her within the mattress. Their sex clung against her skin and danced around his senses as his arms slipped around her waist pressing their bodies flush against one another. Her body was warm and inviting, like it was beckoning to him. The damp skin slipped against him, another cue of their encounter. He had caught himself clinging her tightly on more than one occasion. Wesker had been uncertain of his actions as he wasn't one to be so….needy or dependent on another. Yet even now his powerful limbs were secured around her waist as a leg was draped along her slender ones.

She sighed loudly at the presence behind her but didn't awaken or shift at the intrusion. Instead her body rolled back a little until what space present had been expelled from between them.

He allowed his tense frame to relax as he had severed the last tie to the past. Amare was now alive and breathing; his Phoenix. It would be Amare who would be imprinted in Chris Redfield's eyes as he felt his life slipping through her fingers. It would be her hand that delivered Death upon painful wings. And he would be there to watch his nemesis fall and bathe in the victory of bloodshed and agony.

Her training was excelling faster than he could have ever anticipated. Salinas had expressed his desire to put her on the next phase though Wesker was hesitant about letting her on the surface just yet.

"I can hear your teeth grinding." Came the groggy voice. "It's rather annoying."

Amare twisted around to lie face to face with him. Her eyes were heavy with sleep but her hearing was crystal clear. "Stop," she clenched his jaw with her fingers but he continued the grating of bone against bone. "What is wrong? And I do not accept nothing as an answer."

"Don't concern yourself with it."

"Too late," she got nose to nose with him as she was now wide awake. "Talk….Now…."

His eyes burned bright red but it didn't deter her. "I can do this all night or day….or whatever time it is."

Wesker knew she wasn't going to secede as he had witnessed her sparring with Salinas. Despite a shattered hand or broken foot or even the snapped rib that tore through muscle and skin, she continued to fight like her life depended on it despite the sharp pain that had been prominent in her eyes. Her power had been greater than even his as she succeeded to take Wesker down on more than one instance.

"I don't think you're ready for the surface yet."

"Why?"

"You still have much to learn."

"So kicking Salinas's ass for a week straight doesn't qualify me to play top side?" She pouted.

"There's more than simple combat Amare."

"Then teach me. Show me what I need to know. What about learning to handle that pair of arms you keep tucked around your hips?"

Wesker glanced over at the Desert Eagles that were holstered and resting on the desk.

"Come on….Afraid of a woman playing with your gun?" The mischievous light flickered in the sparkling sapphire rings.

"No, I am not afraid of a woman playing with my gun as you put it."

"Then show me." Her mouth teased along his before the tip of her tongue outlined the side of his jaw. An invitation. "I'll be real gentle with them I promise."

Her hand slipped beneath the sheet as the grin widened across her sultry lips.

"If you start something be sure you can finish it…." He felt the dry warmth of her hand close around his semi rigid cock and slowly slide up then down along the rapidly hardening length. Her thumb teased the weeping slit, circling around then between the thin valley. She leaned in close until her lips were touching his partially dry ones with the promise of more to come.

"I plan on it…." Her voice purred against his ear. Amare dabbed her tongue on the edge of his ear lobe, sending sparks of electricity down his spine. Wesker growled and snatched her chin with his tight grip. His eyes were glowing with desire as hers now mirrored his. Wesker smashed his mouth against hers while pulling her body across his lap and planting her hips flush with his. The wet heat of her flesh was grinding against him, slickening the rigid member with her dampening sex. He felt Amare's finger slip behind her, seeking the tender patch of skin and nerve that brought her lover tireless pleasure. She could hear his heart pounding as the need was rising inside and reveled in the ability to push him towards the edge like this. Wesker felt the skilled digits teasing him with slow methodic circles, brushing the top of his entrance.

Amare.....

Her grin widened as his felt the control slipping from his fingers. She knew he couldn't grasp that precious self control which drove him insane; even now as he was sprawled beneath her.

His hands curled against her toned ass lifting her up then impaling her on his waiting twitching member. The sharp cry made his mouth curl upward into a triumphant grin as her lower body rocked steadily on his. She felt him swelling even more sending her body into the abyss as she swore the velvet walls inside were stretching to accommodate the engorged cock of the one below her. His thumbs latched around the bruises on her hips, guiding her body as he desired and he desired all of her. Wesker knew what turned her on, what made her surrender even when she thought she was master and he was subordinate. He never relented control.

She felt the head striking the swelled gathering of flesh and nerve deep inside her body triggering the beginnings of her climax. Her breathing quickened and heart raced as the silken walls of muscle violently and suddenly contracted around him, milking and massaging his excited cock. Bright multicolored rings flashed in her vision as the rest of her body shuddered through the powerful onslaught. The new scent flooded the air twisting around the invisible bits of sex and adrenaline. The tops of his thighs had grown damp with her release but he knew this was only the start. His forceful grip dragged her harder against him, hitting the mass of flesh over and over, prolonging his lover's sexual high. He loved to watch as she continued to ride him, flinging her head back as the eruption of mocha and chocolate tresses showered her face and neck. She was feral, wild....And belonged to him.

A few tears streaked down her cheeks as the quiet cries of her release echoed in his ears. She looked down as he sat up taking one of the soft but ample breasts between his teeth and lips. The poking of his tongue around the pert nipple made her clench harder around him at the sensation of scraping bone against the sensitive bud. His mouth toyed with her, tasting and suckling with gentle laps one moment then in the next biting hard enough to draw the crimson spring to his lips. The deep guttural growl rumbled in his chest and throat as he slapped his hand against her back, arching her closer against his greedy mouth. His hand kneaded and massaged the other, showering Amare with a rare tender moment. He reveled in how her skin danced across his tongue, seeming as if he would never sate the hunger within.

The sudden absence of the heat of the cavern caused her to whimper in protest. Wesker moved his mouth up the valley between her breasts onto the plains of her chest then along the side of her throat until his mouth collapsed over the throbbing pulse.

Life…..Her life….Her essence…..

His….His to consume and posses….

"Do it," she panted hard sensing what he desired. "It's yours….I'm yours…."

The sweet words of surrender…..

The sharp pressure tore at her shoulder as the petal slipped out and into her flesh.

"Yes…" she hissed. Wesker felt the snap of her hand fisting his hair before twisting around the slick blonde locks. Her blood raced down his tongue flooding his senses with the sweet iron rush. The dangerous blend of blood sex and adrenaline was more than their bodies could stand as the hot thick ropes poured into her body.

Mine….

The smooth quiet voice commanded.

"I-I…." she didn't finish her words as the second orgasm rocked her already shaky form. The tip of his member rubbed against her enhancing the sensations of pleasure coursing through her body. She never felt so alive before! He did that to her.

Seductive…..

Beautiful…..

His…

The pressure subsided as he recalled the tiny limb back from the tender offering. His tongue lapped at the open wound with a fervent need for one last taste. It was the perfect drug…..

The feathery raking along his spine made him look up into the deeply sated eyes. Amare's hand cupped the underside of his chin pulling him up towards her.

"Do I get to play with the gun?"

"Of course," he couldn't tell her no. Not after that. She filled him with the hellish desire and quenched the fires that raged. He didn't want to admit to the hold she was beginning to have over him.

"Awesome," she dragged his heavy frame on top of hers content with the weight of his body pushing down on her. Her legs wrapped around him keeping him planted between her legs. His skin was flush with her blood as it fed through ever vein and capillary. Letting him feed from her in small quantities was working beautifully. He gained footing against the virus and she didn't have to worry about a set of mandibles trying to tear her throat open.

Wesker pried her legs apart allowing him to slide behind her and assume a protective hold. He knew she loved it when he was like this and each time he was compelled to oblige. Before long her short breaths were deep rhythmic inhalations and exhalations. Her heart had slowed and it was then Wesker noticed his heart had picked up her body's motion.

I hope everyone liked this smut update...I didn't intend for it to go this way but I don't argue with the muse...
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