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“It’s so pretty,” Jill says as she kneels down, plucking an alien flower from the ground. It’s bright red with many leaves that fan out like stars, the center bursting upward. She stands up and hands it to Leon, who puts it in a bag and marks it. Everyone was sent out in pairs to explore the newly discovered planet, and Leon was grateful to be with someone so experienced.
“There’s so much stuff here.” He breathes, looking up into the sky to see an odd looking flying creature pass overhead. Its wingbeats are massive and Leon flinches as it lets out a cry, but it doesn’t attack them. It was only his second mission in space; finally having graduated from the VR lesson sets the company supplied for training, ready to be tossed out into the wide vacuum of space.
“Hah! Don’t worry,” Jill stands up and pats Leon’s shoulder, “Dangerous animals are why we have guns. Remember the rule?”
“Don’t hurt the wildlife unless they attack you, and bring it back if it does.” Leon repeats, back to her, and she nods approvingly. They move on, collecting soil samples from different colored dirt and grass patches, slowly working their way through some kind of plains biome. Large trees spiral up into the sky, their trunks a reddish brown color, the leaves bright green, almost neon.
“How are we gonna get any fresh samples?” Leon muses, just for Jill to hand him her bag and begin to scale one of the odd trunks. The tree sways slightly with her movements, and she doesn’t go high—just enough to snap off a twig with a few leaves. “Easy.” Jill smirks as she hops down. Their space suits were state of the art, thinner than the regular type and made with movement in mind so they can traverse hard terrain without struggling.
“Wow,” Leon gawks behind his visor and she laughs, swapping her stuff for the twig so Leon can hold onto it. They had gathered up quite the collection of twigs, dirt, plants, and bugs, and so began the written account of the area. The two wander about, marking off landmarks and curiously poking around places they probably shouldn’t until Leon nearly falls into a pit. “Ack!”
Jill pulls him back by the oxygen tanks, thankfully not dislodging them. When he’s safely on solid ground they kneel down to inspect the area, only to find it’s a large inlet to a cave. Leon can hear water dripping from inside, something neither of them had seen on their brief excursion. “I’m calling for the Captain.” Jill announces before turning away, pressing a button on the side of her space suit. “Hey, Captain. Yeah, we’re fine. We found a cave, and it sounds like it’s got water. Should we move in?”
Leon tilts his head to the side, imagining the man’s gruff rumbling voice as she pauses to listen. “No, it’s in the ground. The hole looks to be about four feet deep, so we can climb out if we need to.” Another pause. “Okay. Understood.” She turns back to Leon, flopping backward to get more comfortable. “He’s going to come to our coordinates. Says we shouldn’t do anything without him.”
Leon nods, feeling a buzz of excitement at the thought of being around Captain Wesker. He didn’t get many chances, being the rookie and all. Wesker hung around Jill and Chris a lot more, but he was often holed up in his cabin or in the cockpit, making sure there was nothing going to run the ship into an early grave and that the autopilot was working properly.
The furthest extent of the blonde’s interactions with the stern Captain were at lunch, when everyone was in high spirits and chatting to each other. They were like a little family, and Leon was still attempting to find his place within the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team.
Thankfully, Jill and Leon don’t have to wait long, mindlessly talking about anything and everything. The Captain emerges from the cluster of bushes behind the cave hole, and he greets them with a rough, ‘hello.’ Leon’s tummy sparks with excitement, heart beginning to beat faster. Fuck, he’s too afraid to speak! Jill helps Wesker move the foliage out of the way and inspect the hole.
“I’ll go down.” Wesker decides, “You two stay up here and wait. I’ll be ten minutes at most.” Leon swipes his tongue over his lips anxiously at the thought of Wesker going in there alone, even if he was the most experienced of them. Jill just nods, unworried. She trusted the Captain.
“See you then.” She chirps, and Wesker hauls himself over the edge to drop in carefully, landing with a thump. He has to crawl to go further into the cave, body disappearing into the murky darkness.
“What if he doesn’t come back?” Leon asks nervously.
“He will.” Jill replies, “don’t worry so much. Captain Wesker’s amazing.” Leon knew that, but even amazing people get lost in caves and never come back out!
Five minutes.
Seven.
Ten.
Leon checks the time again, a cold chill running over him. Jill swallows, she’s silent now. Wesker was never wrong with his time assessments.
“Maybe we should—”
“Just a little longer, Leon.”
Fifteen.
Eighteen.
Twenty four.
Just when the two of them were giving up hope entirely, there’s a shuffling sound and Wesker pops out of the hole, covered in mud.
“Here, let me help,” Leon says quickly, voice shaky with relief. Wesker lifts his hand and Leon hauls him out of the cave entrance, heart thudding out of his chest. “We were worried. You took so long.”
“He was worried, not me. I’d never doubt you.” Jill says playfully, and Leon affixes her with a glare through her visor.
Wesker doesn’t respond to either of them, just motions for them to come along. They follow. Maybe something happened in the cave and he just doesn’t want to talk about it yet. Wesker wasn’t much of a talker anyway, though…
Leon’s back thumps against a control panel as he scrabbles backward across the slick spaceship floor, pupils drawn into terrified pinpricks. Thick, dark tendrils whip in the air from his attacker as his heart pounds. The blood of Leon’s crewmates taints his skin, splattered across his cheek. Jill and Barry died in the cafeteria. Leon had fled while this new horrific Captain tore them apart. Then went Brad and Joseph. Leon had stumbled across the carnage left of their bodies. He hadn’t seen Chris yet, but he was assuming the worst.
“Cap please,” Leon chokes out past a sob, “You don’t have to do this. Fight it. Please.” He flinches as the crimson eyed bastardization of his Captain steps forward, not saying a word—and then pounces. Leon’s scream echoes across the control room as he expects tentacles to force their way into his body, ripping him apart from the inside out, but a hot tongue runs across his cheek and neck, lapping up the blood drying there.
Leon shudders, nausea rolling over him as he tries to make sense of why he wasn’t dead yet, instead merely straddled by the parasite infested captain, pinned in. “Tasty,” Wesker growls softly, shifting his face to snuffle at Leon’s neck, dipping his nose to press against the edge of Leon’s low cut v-neck. His teeth scrape lightly over the skin, canines now so sharp they leave faint scores across Leon’s skin.
Horrifically, Leon can feel himself getting hard. He had always been unjustly attracted to his Captain, though he never would’ve acted on those feelings. Having a thing wearing the cap’s face doing… stuff… to him was just confusing enough for Leon’s dick to get it interested.
A soft groan leaves the blonde’s lips involuntarily and Wesker freezes, scorching red eyes dragging up to stare at Leon’s flushed, sweat-slicked face. Leon flinches, squeezing his eyes shut and reorienting his head to try and hide his expression, though it was too late.
Wesker leans forward, lapping at Leon’s neck with his hot tongue, giving a few firm bites every so often. The movements were sloppy, a weak imitation of human love-making, so it must have Wesker’s memories even if it can’t understand them.
“C…Cap—a-ah?!” Velveteen tentacles curl into his waistband, unceremoniously ripping his pants from his body. Leon flinches at the sudden pressure, and then Wesker’s hands are wandering, groping his thighs and playfully digging into his ass. The parasite-driven Wesker grabs the hem of Leon’s boxers and rips them down, Leon lifting his hips just so it doesn’t hurt so bad coming off.
“Good boy.” The Captain rumbles in his ear, nipping the lobe hard enough to draw blood. “I’ve waited so long.” The low timbre in Wesker’s voice makes Leon’s cock twitch, now completely hard. A tentacle wraps around it, teasing his slit as it begins to slide up and down with no friction.
Leon squirms, bucking up into the sensation with a quiet moan, one he tries to muffle by biting his lip. “C-Captain!” He knows this isn’t right, but this is keeping him alive, and fuck if he wasn’t willing to go out fucking something with Albert Wesker’s lovely face.
“Your voice is so nice.” Wesker hums in Leon’s ear, unzipping his pants and pushing them down slightly while dark tendrils keep the man distracted. He pulls out his dick, long and girthy with a thick tip. Dark veins run up the length of it, just another indicator that Wesker was no longer… Well, Wesker. “I want to hear you scream.”
“A-Ah!” Leon yelps as his hips are grabbed and he’s pulled fully onto the floor, shoulders scraping across the metal. Wesker presses himself between Leon’s legs, leaning down to nose underneath his shirt, licking and sucking on his belly. Up and up until he reaches Leon’s chest, playfully sucking on the man’s nipples. He alternates, leaving both hard and soaked in slobber.
“Fuck—oh,” Leon keens, grabbing at Wesker’s head over his shirt to try and urge him to continue, but all he gets in return is a warning nip to one of his sensitive buds. “Nnngh!” he quickly releases Wesker’s head, allowing the parasite-driven man to pull his head back out. Leon was already looking rather debauched, but Wesker could do better. That hazy, hungry look in his eyes was only the beginning.
The larger blonde grabs Leon’s hips, lining his drooling cock up with his hole. Leon panics. “Wait! Wait, please stretch me out, or let me do it,” He yelps, and Wesker freezes. Leon’s Captain tightens his grip so Leon can’t run away, but he’s seemingly thinking about it.
“Good boy.” Wesker rumbles at him, and suddenly a soft tentacle is pressed against his hole and he groans as it pushes past his tight rim. Much thinner than Wesker’s dick, more comfortable to take. It slides in and out of him, seemingly producing its own lube of some kind. Leon relaxes pretty easily into it, slumped into the floor as he wiggles his hips.
“A-ah… Feels good, Captain,” Leon slurs, mind hazing slightly. “Need—need more. It’s good. Pl-please.” An animalistic purr rumbles in Wesker’s throat as the tentacle slides from Leon’s slightly stretched asshole, quickly replaced by Wesker’s much too big cock. It splits him open and the stretch is uncomfortable, but Leon rolls his hips into it, inviting Wesker further in.
The man’s dick throbs inside him as he fully hilts it, and Leon exhales shakily. He can see the tip pressing against his belly, distending that particular spot the slightest bit. Before he can say anything , Wesker is assaulting his tight heat. Tentacles wrap themselves around Leon’s limbs, coming from all over Wesker’s body. Leon squirms as he’s pinned, hips lifted slightly by dark limbs to help Wesker fuck him deeper. Hard, bruising thrusts that leave him spinning—unrelenting.
Wesker pants, eyes glimmering with heat as he lowers his head, slamming his lips to the younger blonde’s. Leon parts his lips immediately and allows Wesker to stuff his mouth, too, tongue worming its way down his throat. Leon’s mind spins deliciously as the pain in his insides transforms into pleasure, cock twitching and spilling pre all over the tentacle stroking it.
It isn’t long until all three forms of stimulation leave his cock pulsing, white spurting from the tip and splashing across Wesker’s bloody uniform. Leon cries out against the man’s lips, gasping for air as they’re finally released. Wesker stares for a moment, rolling his hips before he pulls out and flips Leon over with ease, the man shuddering as his sensitive cock brushes the cold ground.
“Wa-wait,” Leon pants, “I need a break, I—” Wesker isn’t listening this time. He slams his hips into Leon’s, grinding deep just to pull out completely and do it all again. He buries his face in Leon’s neck, biting and licking and sucking, marking the man up as he cries out from overstimulation.
Leon’s body begs for a break, each synapse on fire, but he has no choice but to take the horny parasite’s cock. “Fuck—fuck—! Captain!” His thighs shake uncontrollably, threatening to give out beneath him as Wesker buries himself into the hilt, spilling his seed deep into Leon’s spasming guts. Wesker growls, nuzzling his nose to Leon’s head of hair. Leon shivers, thinking it’s all over, but then something else slips inside him. “No, no, Wesker please, pl-please pull out,” he pleads, but the parasite-riddled captain is not swayed.
“No?” Wesker repeats, “All mine. Carry them for me.” His English is slightly broken, an indicator that Wesker wasn’t entirely there anymore, if at all. Leon groans as tiny eggs pop one after another past his rim and into his guts, settling with the cum to be fertilized. Thankfully there were only about five, a manageable amount at their size. Leon would be uncomfortable but at least he wouldn’t look pregnant. As if that’s what he should be worried about, and not the fact that his entire team is dead.
Wesker settles his face in Leon’s neck as he pulls out, planting soothing kisses along his sweaty skin. “Did such a good job. Human chose well.” Leon shivers, feeling the man’s body press against his, warm heat mixing with Leon’s own.
“Y-you—Captain’s not gone com-completely?” Leon can’t keep the relief from his voice, and the parasite rumbles in agreement.
“Captain, good ideas. Keep awake.” Wesker replies, resting his chin on Leon’s shoulder. “Keep you. Very good human mate.”
Fuck. Leon could cry. He was the newest member of the team, and yet supposedly Wesker had seen him fit to save and no one else. It made sense that it would listen to Leon, too, if Wesker were still behind the scenes, urging it into doing things. “Th…thanks, Cap,” he croaks, “Even if you’re only delaying the inevitable.”
What he didn’t know is that Wesker was merely selfish, wanting a piece of the rookie space cadet’s ass before he lost complete control. If he lost complete control.
He was still learning how to speak again, but he was getting better, and fuck, if he could keep the little twink trapped beneath him under the guise of an alien parasite than he would.
He needed to find Chris, too… But that could come later, after consoling his new mate.
Leon eventually relaxes fully into Wesker’s muscled form, letting his eyes shut as he slumps backward, exhaustion hitting fully as the adrenaline wears off. On a spaceship full of the dead, he was more than grateful to be alive.
If he was alive, at some point, he could escape. He just… had to bide his time, and maybe hold a few clutches.