Prisoner

Authoress Note: This is obviously my first fic on here and I hope that everyone enjoys. I like exploring pairings I haven't seen before, and this was one of them. The title came from the song, "Prisoner" by Jeffree Star.

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This isn’t happening, Sheva Alomar calmly thought as she felt her body falling through the air, her mind still quietly in disbelief. No man is that strong. No one! No one… And yet, her current situation harshly shattered her mind’s fragile fantasy as her body slammed into the cold metal of the ship deck. A gasp of pain escaped her as she arched her back. Through the fog in her mind, she could hear Chris yelling out her name but all she could think about was how Wesker had thrown them both over the railing, thrown them like they had been fucking ragdolls. We’re nothing to him. Nothing but playthings he’s growing bored with.

Hadn’t she seen the amusement under his arrogant smirk? Whenever he dodged a bullet, she could read his thoughts in those blood-red, serpentine eyes: You are NOTHING compared to me. Go ahead; shoot me. When I bore of you, I’ll snap your fucking neck like a twig.

It sent a ripple of something that wasn’t quite fear up Sheva’s aching spine.

“Sheva!” Chris said sharply, one hand grabbing her arm and desperately pulling her up. “Come on!!” Sheva groaned, feeling a sharp pain in her torso as she stumbled to her feet. Fuck. She probably just cracked a few ribs and was definitely going to have some nasty bruising in the morning.

If she even survived that long.

“This guy’s lost it!” she snarled softly, limping as Chris grabbed the syringe and started looking around. The woman was instantly pulling out her shotgun, swallowing hard as she felt her heart slam in her chest. The pair looked up to the platform where they had been standing only minutes ago, shocked to find it empty. Wesker was gone, and they had no idea where the fuck he was. Despite the hot air, Sheva felt her entire body chill when Chris cursed softly.

She and Chris shared a look before Chris bolted to a nearby ladder, praying that maybe they could get a better vantage point from somewhere higher up. Yes, their opponent was stronger and faster than the both of them combined, but they had to do something instead of standing around with their thumbs up their asses and waiting for a violent death to come. They quickly climbed the ladder, hands tight around their weapons when they reached the top, eyes searching for any kind of movement. All Sheva could hear was the sound of her breathing as well as the roar of the angry ocean around them. Swallowing, the woman trotted a few steps forward, body taunt and ready as she looked down to the ship deck.

That’s when Chris gave a sharp shout, making Sheva jump and instantly whirl around in time to see the man fly through the air, over the side of the ship. Her dark eyes widened as time seemed to slow around her. Her voice caught in her throat as Chris slowly seemed to disappear from view. It was only then that Sheva forced her body forward, refusing to believe it, finally screaming out her partner’s name as she watched him fall into the dark, foaming ocean with a loud splash.

How?!?! Her mind screamed, trying to process what happened. Did Wesker throw him off?!!?

“ CHRIS!!!!!!” Sheva screamed so loudly that she actually felt blood in the back of her throat. Her hands gripped the railing so tight that her knuckles were white as she screamed out for him again, eyes desperately searching for his body. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Chris’s head broke through the swirling surface of the water, gasping for air. The woman felt her knees go weak with relief as she managed a faint smile. “Chris…”

“Sheva!!” Chris yelled up at her, his voice frantic as he violently tried to keep his head above the water. “Sheva, behind you!!”

Sheva blinked and stiffened as she felt hot breath tickle the back of her neck as that deep, rich voice whispered in her ear, “It’s never a smart idea to turn your back on an opponent, Miss Alomar.” Instantly, the woman whirled, gun ready to fire, but Wesker was already disappearing, laughing when she managed to squeeze off one bullet. “Is that really all you can do?! Pathetic!”

“Shut up, you monster!!” She shouted out of anger, hurrying toward the ladder on the opposite end of the platform. Her dark hair whipped in front of her face, and she violently pushed it away, feeling her heart slamming in her chest again. Moving, moving, she had to keep moving. There was the tiny hope that maybe she could tire the man out, but logic spat in the face of that idea. Those seven minutes she and Chris had spent fighting him and his little puppet had been the longest of her life. The duo had been sweating like pigs afterward, but when she had watched Wesker walk off, not one fucking hair had even been out of place. No, Sheva had the feeling that Wesker could go a very, very long time.

But that didn’t mean that she was about to give up.

Fighting back panic, Sheva hurried down the ladder as she heard derisive laughter echo around her. “You’re the pride and joy of the BSAA?” Wesker taunted, making her grit her teeth. “Oh, Miss Alomar. Trying to save the world, are you?” Out of pure fury, she fired out a few shots where she thought the voice was coming from, making him laugh louder. “Oh, if only your aim was as good as your looks.”

The blonde’s comment caught the agent off guard, and she faltered for a moment, trying to comprehend what she just heard. Snap out of it! A harsh voice in her mind snarled angrily at her. This is what he wants!! Stay on your toes, or he’ll rip your heart out!!

As Sheva hurried into a dark corner of the deck, Wesker was speaking again. “Oh, look at yourself, Miss Alomar,” he continued, drinking in the sight of her from atop a metal rafter, eyes glowing very softly in the dim light. “A halter top? Did you think you were going to a tea party here in Africa?” The tyrant actually heard her soft snarl of fury, and it absolutely delighted him. “So sorry, love, but I don’t think that biological weapons would be much distracted by your gratuitous show of cleavage.”

Not that Wesker himself was complaining about it. He wasn’t going to lie; Sheva Alomar was a sexy woman with an itchy trigger finger and one hell of a temper. God, the man could fucking smell the fury radiating off her, and it was making his blood run hot, a sensation that he hadn’t felt in so long. Africa had been somewhat boring, honestly. Chris’s presence had just pissed him off to no end, but Sheva…Sheva was an annoyance, small and minor. Wesker was originally just going to kill her, but now that she was providing him with a bit of entertainment, he was going to milk this for all it was worth.

“Why don’t you come out and fight me, you coward!” Sheva shouted, cocking her shotgun. Fuck; she only had a handful of shells left. Worse, her handgun was on the next to last magazine, and Chris was the one that had had all the ammo. And now that he was gone…If her ammo ran out, all she had left was her combat knife, and she had a sickening feeling that it would be worth jack shit. “Come on!! Are you scared of a little fucking girl?!”

A short shriek left her mouth when something dark and heavy fell upon her, and the woman shot off a few shots. Her shriek turned into a cry of anger as the realized that the blonde fucker had thrown his trenchcoat at her. He was toying with her, treating this as a game of cat and mouse. She actually saw a flesh of red when she heard that damnable laughter again.

“No big and strong man to protect you this time, Sheva,” Wesker chuckled, landing in almost complete silence as he jumped down from his perch. “Chris was the one with the big toys while you’re stuck with the pea shooter.” Wesker could feel his body shake from pure adrenaline , and he quickly reeled in his excitement. The angrier she got, the faster his heart raced. God, such a rush! And he wasn’t done yet; not by a long shot. “Why would they send you? Not your brains, certainly not your brawn…Poor little Sheva, a rookie taking on the job that would make the veterans tremble in their boots…”

Ever so slowly, Wesker was nearing her with catlike grace, eyes glowing brighter and brighter. Her back was to him, and the closer he got to her, the more he could see the tautness of her body, the rage in her brown eyes when she turned her head for a split second. No fear, and Wesker was actually proud of her. He was the physical manifestation of death itself, and Sheva was just furious with him. Never mind the fact that Wesker could rip her spine out at a moment’s notice; the woman was just pissed that he was getting under her skin. But she made it oh-so-easy and so much fucking fun that he couldn’t help himself.

As quick as a snake strike, Wesker was behind Sheva, whispering in her ear, “I’m feeling generous today, Miss Alomar…Why don’t you just put your toys down and quit this suicide mission? His voice was like dark, dangerous velvet pouring over Sheva’s skin, but she vehemently resisted the sensation as she tried shooting him again.

“Go to Hell!!” she spat angrily, tiring of the game as Wesker easily dodged.

“God, you’re so delicious when you’re furious!” he countered as Sheva ran for him. This time, he didn’t move, easily dodging the last shells from her shotgun and deflecting her angry punches and kicks. Punching her shotgun out of her hands was child’s play but did succeed in making her eyes blaze more and more.

“Fuck you!” The BSAA agent nearly screamed at him, crying out when she felt impossibly strong arms wrap around her torso, pinning her arms to the side. She stiffened, feeling a very solid and rock hard body against her back, the heat radiating off of him making her flush.

“Wouldn’t you love to?” Wesker smirked, chuckling as she tried to break out of his grasp, but she may as well been trying to break out of steel chains. Finally, Sheva forced her body to relax but was unable to stop herself from glaring at him angrily when she turned her head. Her breath caught in her throat as she found herself staring into those intense eyes. Now that she was closer, though, she could see that his eyes were a gold rimmed with red, the colors resembling a violent sunburst, the pupils slits that seemed to look right into her soul. They had a strange and almost hypnotic quality, and Sheva couldn’t catch her breath the longer she looked at him.

“I…I’m not scared of you…” The woman said when she finally found her voice. And, was it just her imagination, or was the iron grip on her body easing up just the slightest? “I’ve dealt with men like you before…”

This time, his laugh was quiet and full of amusement. Sheva stiffened as she felt powerful hands start to move down her body to grip her hips. Her heart was slamming hard in her chest, her breath coming in short pants as surprisingly soft lips brushed against her ear lobe. “I can promise that you have never dealt with a man like me, Sheva,” Wesker purred, his voice once again like velvet running across her skin.

Quick as a flash, Sheva yanked her knife out of its holster and pressed it against the man’s throat, feeling a sense of satisfaction when she saw vague surprise flash in those fucking eyes. “I’ll drop you where you stand,” she told him quietly, her voice strong as he smirked and chuckled. Sheva pressed the blade against his throat, a drop of crimson staining the golden skin. Their eyes locked, and the blonde’s eyes glowed. Slowly, he dipped his head down and started to slowly run his tongue along the blade, smirking the whole time. The woman’s eyes widened as she felt a sudden tightness in her belly, delicious shivers crawling up her spine. There was something so strangely erotic about the movement that Sheva couldn’t help but shudder, even as she tried to fight it.

“That’s it?” He asked curiously, cocking his head as he pulled back just slightly. “Well then. Let me tell you just what I would do. First, I would disarm you.”

Before Sheva could draw in a breath, Wesker was moving so fast that he was a blur, yanking her slender arm up and twisting it. Pain shot up the limb, making her cry out as her knife clattered to the deck. Gritting her teeth, the woman made a half-lunge for it, shouting in pain as the man twisted her arm more and kicked the knife away. “Then, I’d surprise you,” Wesker continued, twirling the woman around to face him before lifting her up off the ground. Instinctively, Sheva yelped and wrapped her legs tight around his waist, eyes widening as he cupped her ass in his hands. Her arms were draped around his neck, and their faces were so close that Sheva could see the slight shadow of a beard on his strong jaw. And maybe it was because the wind was blowing slightly around them, but his spicy, masculine scent filled her nostrils, making her dizzy.

“Then, I’d make you wonder exactly how you got yourself into this situation,” he concluded, squeezing her ample bottom, making that slender body arch against him reflexively. Sheva gave a short yelp before biting down on her lip. Her body was on fire now, her skin so sensitive that when the material of Wesker’s shirt brushed against her chest, it almost made her moan. Everything about this situation was wrong; this was the man who had, until very recently, been trying to kill her and Chris! Hell, he had thrown Chris overboard like a damn ragdoll! He had brainwashed Jill and was going to destroy the whole goddamn planet!

Albert Wesker as an egomaniacal psychopath that cared only for himself.

So what the fuck couldn’t she stop him away?

A moan did escape her when lips trailed up her neck, just barely brushing against her lips. “Push me away,” he dared her. “Or beg me for it.”

Their eyes locked again, lips touching, bodies tightly pressed together. Sheva’s mind was screaming for her to get the hell out of there, and she opened her mouth to tell him to get the fuck away from her. Instead, she quietly said, “You better not be gentle,” before pressing their lips together fully, kissing him hard. There was no hesitation on Wesker’s part; his tongue was instantly in her mouth, making her moan as it curled around her own. His mouth tasted strongly of mint, and a louder moan escaped her when he tugged at her lip so hard that it bled.

Sheva was no virgin; by the time she was eighteen, she had awkwardly been taken by a fellow student at the university that she had been attending. Since then, the agent had had a few more lovers, but nothing to cheer about. No male, though, had made her body burn and tremble like Wesker. She was so aroused that her head was swimming, any movement sending spikes of pleasure throughout her body. As she felt hot lips run over her jugular, the woman absently tugged at the zipper on Wesker’s shirt, making him chuckle softly.

“Touch me if you want,” he whispered between another heavy and intoxicating kiss. “You won’t get another chance to…” Her head bobbed up and down, running one of her hands through his golden hair. Just like his lips, his hair was surprisingly soft, and she felt him shudder very faintly when she dug her fingers into his scalp. A smirk faintly appeared on her lips as her free hand started slowly pulling at the zipper.

This can’t be happening, a voice in her head cried, but Sheva ignored it, burying it deep inside of her. She didn’t want to think about anything but the sensation of Wesker grabbing one of her breasts and squeezing not-so gently or the delicious way that their bodies were pressed together. When he finally let her gasp for air after an almost violent kiss, Wesker brought his hand up to his mouth and yanked off one of his gloves with his teeth. Normally, he rarely had them off since the thought of touching his nemesis’ bare skin with his own filled him with revulsion and hate, but Wesker wanted to touch Sheva’s bare and mocha colored skin. When his hand pushed under the back of her shirt, tracing her spine, he could feel the goosebumps instantly rising up on his palm.

The amount of control that Wesker had over her literally made him feel giddy, almost drunk. Sheva had been so vicious earlier in the ruins, fearlessly lunging for him at times when Chris had been busy with Jill. Playing with her had been…well, fun. She had the kind of bravery and recklessness that came with youth that made her plunge headfirst into situations without fully thinking things through. She had ambition, drive, and a strong sense of morality that was making this conquest all the more intoxicating. Oh, if only Redfield could see me now, the blonde thought with a smirk as he started walking, knowing that Sheva’s legs were cinched around his waist. I took Jill and now I’ve taken his new partner. Today is a good day.

Sheva let out a startled gasp when Wesker was suddenly running, the wind whipping against her body. One moment, they were on the deck; the next, the blonde was kicking a metal door down and carrying her into a small room. Break room… she thought absently, catching glimpses of some old coffee pots and candy wrappers before Wesker was kissing her again demandingly. With one swipe of his powerful arm, the man emptied the single table in the room of all refuse and magazines, setting the woman down upon the cool metal surface.

The man watched with a smirk as Sheva completely unzipped his shirt, exposing his muscular torso and making him sigh softly with relief. His clothes provided great armor against the few bullets that managed to hit him, but they made the African heat almost unbearable at times. His cat-like eyes glowed softly when the agent touched his chest almost shyly, tracing down to his abs. It felt like hot steel was just beneath his skin, and Sheva could feel the muscle ripple beneath her fingertips as he inhaled in and out.

Her touch, as shy and gentle as it was, was starting to make Wesker harden even more. Part of him was snarling for him to throw her against the wall then and there, for him to fuck her until she was hoarse from screaming in pleasure and unconscious from the force of her orgasms. The calmer, more seductive part was content to wait for the right moment to have the saucy little heroine screaming out his name. Still, he wasn’t going to be able to control himself much longer; something needed to happen and very soon.

Wesker leaned down and kissed her with bruising force again, cutting off her short yelp of surprise when he grabbed one of her hands and pushed it against his throbbing crotch. After a moment, Sheva squeezed hard, a thin trail of saliva connecting them for a few seconds when they separated. A loud moan escaped her when he, in turn, squeezed one of her breasts just as hard, her erect nipples visible through the thin fabric of her halter top.

“I take it you know what to do, Miss Alomar,” Wesker teased lightly, smirking as she fumbled with his belt. The woman shot him an annoyed look, though it was difficult to be annoyed when his expert hands were tweaking her nipples, making them tighter and harder. Sheva finally got his belt undone and quickly unzipped his pants, eyes widening slightly when his erection sprang out. His cock was a good eight inches long, hard and thick, a few droplets of precum weeping from the tip already.

Sheva looked up, her eyes locking onto Wesker’s glowing ones. The man was already panting softly, an animalistic sound that made Sheva shudder. “Suck,” he ordered softly, and she nodded. Sheva was good at following orders. Slowly, she took his erection into her mouth, fighting back the urge to gag when she felt the tip hit the back of her throat. As soon as she was used to the thick presence in her mouth, she started to suck, quickly bobbing her head as fast as she could without choking herself. To get comfortable, she pulled off for a moment, moving onto her knees before continuing with her current “order,” smiling inwardly when she felt her enemy shuddering slightly with pleasure.

She’s good, Wesker thought, allowing himself to close his eyes, relishing in the sensation of her hot mouth engulfing his shaft. I wonder if Chris ever learned that his partner had some abilities that were worth a damn… Quickly, he blocked out any further thoughts about the man he despised. Thinking about Chris would inevitably just piss him off, and the last thing that Wesker wanted to be was angry at the moment. All he wanted to do was enjoy the fact that he was getting an amazing blowjob from a beautiful woman who had, mere hours ago, had been trying to shoot his head off.

Surprisingly, Wesker was the kind of man who loved giving pleasure as much as receiving it. With a smirk, he ran his hand along Sheva’s back, feeling her shiver slightly. Easily, his fingers undid the small pack on her pants and tossed it away before reaching between her legs and stroking. Sheva actually whimpered, feeling heat instantly rush to where his fingers were teasing her, shocked at how wet she was getting. Absently, she rubbed against him, moving her head faster, able to taste Wesker’s seed on her tongue.

“Harder…” Wesker commanded softly, pleased that Sheva instantly obeyed. Already, he was feeling his impending orgasm curling up tightly in his belly, months of sexual tension ready to burst at any moment. Silently, he forced the feeling to subside for the moment. The tyrant started to rub his thumb against her clothed clit harder, grinning when he felt her wetness seep through her khaki pants and coated his fingers.

Just when Wesker was about to lose it, he pulled out of Sheva’s mouth, making her blink and look up at him curiously. Her dark eyes were cloudy from pleasure and lust, her lips swollen from his harsh kisses. He leaned down, just barely brushing his lips against hers, amused when she tried to press harder. “Impatient, aren’t we?” he chuckled, easily yanking the boots off her slim legs and making her yelp with surprise. “Let me see if I can do something to make it worth your while.”


Sheva opened her mouth, prepared to tear into him, but the words died in her throat as he pulled off her pants. With only her black panties and halter-top left, she felt exposed, blushing wildly as his powerful hands ran over her thighs. “I…” she whispered, biting her lip hard as the man buried his face between her legs, a hot tongue running over her throbbing clit after he literally yanked the flimsy undergarment off. Right then, she almost came, using every bit of her willpower not to.


This isn’t real… she thought, starting to arch her body, fingers running through his golden hair. Pleasure this raw and hot just couldn’t exist, and the most dangerous man on the planet couldn’t be the one making her feel like this. What was happening to her was a fucked up dream brought on from the concussion when Wesker threw Chris and her off the platform. I don’t want this to end…


“Wesker!!!” the agent screamed when she came, unable to resist the man’s expert tongue against her anymore. She arched her back almost painfully, one of her hands covering his when he grabbed one of her breasts. For a moment, the world went white with pleasure, and it felt like her heart skipped a few beats. She collapsed on the table, gasping for air while Wesker straightened and pushed her legs open. Before she could even recover, he was plunging deep inside of her.


Sheva’s body was tight and wet but felt like fucking heaven, quickly becoming accustomed to his impressive girth. After a moment, the man was pounding into her, hands gripping her hips so tightly that he knew bright bruises would bloom after they had had their fun. Sheva was screaming out his name when she could, every thrust cutting off her breath from the force of it.


“Like this?” he panted softly in her ear, tracing the outside of it with his tongue while one hand yanked her top down. Those marvelous breasts of her were finally completed exposed, bouncing in rhythm with his powerful thrusts.


“Y…Yes!” She shouted, inner muscles tightening around his shaft when she came a second time. Like before, Wesker didn’t even give her time to recover, quickly flipping her body so she was on all fours. Wesker was able to plunge into her even deeper, licking his lips as she started moving back to meet him. Sweat was covering both their bodies, but neither cared, too wrapped up in the hot fire of their ecstasy. “Harder….Fuck me harder…!”


Wesker chuckled and grinned, one hand snaking between her legs to stimulate her clit more. “Dirty little bitch, aren’t you?” he purred in her ear again. “Oh, Sheva…I want you to scream out my name..” And she did, digging her nails into the table as she did so. Her mind was too clouded by her orgasms and pure pleasure to form even coherent thoughts. All she knew was that she wanted more and more of this, her hand covering his between her thighs.


The third orgasm Sheva had nearly made her black out. She was literally shaking from pleasure, soft mewls escaping her mouth as the man picked her up with surprising gentleness. Wesker sat on the edge of the table, pressing his chest against Sheva’s back, moving her body up and down his erection slowly now. He still hadn’t had his own orgasm, but it was building up every time he pushed into her eager body. Sheva reached back, wrapping an arm around his neck as he kissed hers, biting and sucking on the skin as he started building up the pace again.

“More…” she whispered, unable to manage anything louder as her eyes rolled into the back of her skull. “Please, Wesker…Please…” A low moan escaped her when he bit hard into her bare shoulder, arching her back as she herself started impaling herself faster on his shaft. His bite hurt like hell, but that was mingling with her pleasure in a delicious way that just made her body start shaking again. She sensed that Wesker was getting close, hearing his animalistic snarls in her ear as well as the frantic way he was bucking his hips upward.

Finally, Wesker let out a loud moan of his own, exploding violently into her body and sending her over the edge again as well. She could feel his seed fill her to the brim then spill over to coat her thighs and table. Out of impulse, she kissed him hard, sucking on his tongue as he finally began to slow down. His arms tightened around her slightly, pressing their bodies together more as the kiss actually became gentler, almost tender, if a man like Wesker could be tender. Both of them were coated with sweat, saliva, and the remnants of their sex.

When they separated, both were still, trying to catch their breath as they processed what had just happened between them. Sheva moved first, sliding out of his lap, feeling a pang of sadness at the sudden loss of his hard presence inside of her. She turned to face him, their eyes locking as Wesker stood and absently fixed himself up.

“This changes nothing,” he said softly as Sheva reached down for her pants, slowly pulling them on. Her body was now extremely sore and still very sensitive. “You can’t stop my plans, Sheva.”

“I’m going to try,” she said just as softly, both of them then fixing their shirts before facing each other again. The agent peered into his red eyes, pulling her handgun out of its holster on her leg and peering into the chamber. “Only a few bullets left.”

“Then I suggest you make them count,” Wesker answered her with a faint smirk, turning his back to her and beginning to walk out. “You have two minutes, Miss Alomar. I can’t spare any more time to play.” Sheva didn’t reply, watching him go before hearing a crackling in her ear and Chris’s tired voice telling her that he finally found a fucking way back onto the boat, was very happy that their equipment was at least water-proof, and that he was on his way to the ship deck.

“Are you alright?” Chris asked as Sheva inhaled deeply.

“Yes,” was all she said, taking a moment to touch her lips. They were still swollen. She let out her breath, walking out to the ship deck where she could see Wesker waiting for her.“Let’s finish this.”