Experimentation

“Heart rate stable, BP 120 over 80, everything appears to be normal.” Groggy eyes slowly opened, only to be blinded by bright fluorescent lights. A groan passed his lips as he thought only of that he possibly woke up in the morgue once more and it wasn’t a place he wanted to ever be again. He tried sitting up, but noticed quickly of something holding him down, only his head being able to move. Black and red tendrils of the Blacklight virus seeped from his body, whipping about in irritation as ice blue eyes searched for something, anything that would explain what was going on with him right now. There was nothing in the room to really give a hint to where he was, white-washed walls and white tile floor made them room so plain and basic that he couldn’t tell anything, no distinct mark that could give away where he was. On further realization, he was naked from head to toe, something that wasn’t normal unless Cross was around and he was pretty certain that the good captain was nowhere near where he was.
“So the information on this subject was given to you by a trusted source?” The voice was one he had never heard before, the man obviously seemed to be in a position of power, no one in any lower level job would have such a commanding voice.
“McMullen seems to have quite a bit of information on the virus and was more than happy to relinquish it if it meant solving this problem of his. Military can be so useless when it comes to quarantines.” Another voice and it seemed just as strong and commanding as the first. His mouth was dry, almost like it had been stuffed with cotton and he still couldn’t see the individuals that owned the voices he had heard. “What do you want with me?” His voice barely sounded like his own, coarse and cracking as though he had just been screaming his throat raw hours before. Two figures came into view, though merely shadows thanks to where they stood. One was taller than the other, though not by a whole lot and white lights seemed to glow upon his broad chest, but possibly a trick of the lights or just a hallucination by Alex himself. The lights had been dimmed somewhat, allowing Alex to see the faces of the men who had caught him. One was blonde, slicked back hair to appear very professional in the fine suit he was wearing, sunglasses currently covered his eyes despite the fact that they were indoors. The other man, the taller one with the lights, wore a cream coloured hooded robe that kept most of his face covered, but electric blue eyes were sating out from underneath the shadows of the hood. As Alex continued inspecting, he noticed that the blonde wore leather gloves over his hands, the other man, who seemed a fair number of years older than the blonde, wore no gloves; his right hand appeared to be robotic rather than human, a newly designed prosthesis?

The two men soon turned their attentions away from Alex, speaking in hushed tones despite the fact that Alex could still clearly hear them thanks to his body no longer being human. “So you have high hopes for use of the virus thanks to this?”
“More testing is needed, but with how the Blacklight virus reacts to the Uroboros virus, it would appears that the Blacklight virus is exactly what has been missing.”
Missing? His virus was what was missing for some other virus? As the two men looked back at him before returning to their discussion. “And do you have any plans for the subject?”
“Not particularly, he is really of no concern of mine, unless I decided to use him to test something else.” The partially robotic man had turned back to look at him with a grin on his lips and glint of want in those blue eyes. Alex wanted to pull away and run, but he was still restrained to the medical exam table and could do nothing as the older man leaned in close, their lips being caught together in a kiss. He tried pulling his head away, but fingers twined around brunette locks, holding Alex in place while the older man kissed him; he could feel small electrical shocks hitting the inside of his mouth through the connection between them and he had to wonder what was with this man, was he even a man at all? He didn’t really have time to dwell before he felt [I]something[/I] running along the length of his leg. Virus tentacles whipped around frantically as Alex tried once more to escape his capture and fail. Hands pressed down on his hips and he could have sworn that he felt wet tentacles running along the length of his currently softened cock. Alex renewed the vigour in his struggle until the older man pressed that robotic hand against his throat. “You may want to stop struggling, it won’t be of any use to you anyways.” Electricity crackled through the air from his left hand, making Alex even more worried as he realized he was dealing with someone who wasn’t human. The blonde came into view once more, the inside of his mouth seeming to be made entirely of tentacles and also proving that he wasn’t human either.
“Wesker, did you want the first crack at him?” The robotic man had stepped back slightly, the blonde, most likely the man named Wesker, leaned in as he removed his sunglasses so that Alex could see those crimson eyes that seem to stare into his soul. “If you don’t mind getting him second, Kessler; feel free to join in if you don’t wish to wait.” Wesker slowly undressed, almost as though he was doing it to torment Alex longer since Alex didn’t want this. He wasn’t gay, aside from Cross and the few times he had slept with that bike messenger that would deliver stuff to and from Gentek, what was his name? Cole? He felt tentacles trailing up his thigh and Alex felt utterly repulsed at the feeling, wondering if this was how some felt when he grabbed them before consuming them for bio mass. Wesker leaned in close, the tentacles from his more rubbing against Alex’s cheeks and lips before prying his mouth open to slither inside. Struggles renewed once more, Alex wanted to get away, tentacles writhing around as he tried desperately to break his bindings and escape. A sharp pain hit his thigh and over Wesker, blue eyes could see Kessler holding a now empty syringe, fear going through him as he wondered what it was he was injected with. His body felt heavier, almost as though all of his strength was being drained away; Alex tried fighting against it, but when his eyes looked frantically for an escape route, he saw not Kessler, but Cole, staring back him holding the syringe. A glance at Wesker and he realized he was looking at Cross, the one man he’d ever admit to being gay for.

Both Wesker and Kessler chuckled as the drug seemed to be taking the desired effect since Alex appeared to have stopped struggling against them, his eyes were glazed over, body practically limp against the table and a half-hard member were all that they needed to see to know that things were a success. Alex gave a slight whimper as he shifted to get more comfortable, and hope for more than just touches as he tried in vain to spread his legs for the two men before him. The bindings around his legs were unbuckled, allowing Alex to spread his legs for the two men as Wesker had kissed him once more with the kiss more than happily returned. Kessler remained where he was, close to Mercer’s legs since there was no need for him to join just yet. Pale fingers danced over Alex’s chest and as they brushed against his nipples, he moaned loudly into the tentacled kiss with Wesker. His body felt like it was on fire, becoming so horny so fast and it had been what, two weeks since he had last fucked Cross? Another pair of hands soon joined in on his thighs and Alex couldn’t stop from moaning and wanting more as he arched his hips upwards to those teasing him. As Wesker pulled back from the kiss, his tentacles retracted into his mouth, making appear perfectly human once more. He moved Kessler aside for the moment as he curled a hand around Alex’s dick, giving a few experimental strokes and receiving moans of pleasure for it. Kessler replaced Wesker at Alex’s torso, leaning down and taking a nipple between his teeth as the virus let out a gasp of pleasure; he sounded so feminine, almost like his wife did so long ago. The blonde let the birthings of a smile spread over his lips as he noted how Alex wriggled and writhed for sexual release, something that both men were willing to give him. Pushing a button on a nearby control station, Wesker allowed the examination table to lower so that it was at the correct height, the bottom of the table where Alex’s legs currently were spreading apart to allow one to get closer to the individual strapped to the table. He hadn’t even considered prepping Alex, since videos and information sent to him and Kessler by McMullen had shown that Mercer’s body constantly regenerated when damaged, so a few tears here and there would mean nothing really. The blonde dug his nails into the pliant flesh of Alex’s hips as he grabbed hold before thrusting hard into that willing body. A strangled cry escaped into the air as pain laced up Alex’s spine, the drug fading from his brain for that moment. Kessler pressed a hand to Mercer’s throat while the virus struggled with Wesker seating himself fully within his body. Once Alex’s struggles ceased, Kessler released his grip as Wesker began thrusting in and out of his body. The electrical user bit at Alex’s throat, the virus crying out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he felt every movement from Wesker and the wet heat of Kessler’s mouth against his flesh. With the table lowered from earlier, Kessler let a smirk spread over his lips as he pulled away from Mercer and unbuttoned his pants. Ice blue eyes were suddenly greeted with an impressive erection in his face, he glanced up to see Cole looking down at him and he instinctively took the throbbing and heated flesh into his mouth. He moaned around the blood engorged penis in his mouth, hearing a moan from Kessler to know that he was doing a good job. Alex felt something wrap around his own cock, feeling tentacles rubbing along the sensitive flesh as Wesker thrusted into his body. The tentacles pulsated with every thrust, giving Alex newer sensations as he suckled upon Kessler’s dick. Every movement from one man echoed within the other two and all Alex could think of now was the euphoric feeling of pleasure he was receiving. The room quickly filled with sounds of sexual grunts and moans, skin slapping together as all three of them moved against one another.

Out of the three of them, Alex was the first to cum, a slight squeeze of Wesker’s tentacles and the virus just couldn’t hold on any longer as he came, semen spilling onto the exam table and the floor beneath it. His jaw tensed as his orgasm came over him, forcing Kessler to moan as he gave a few more thrusts into Mercer’s mouth, holding the brunette there while he came, sperm tickling down Alex’s chin as he did his best to swallow all that he could. With the tensing and tightening of all of Alex’s inner muscles, Wesker didn’t last long after either of the two and thrusted a few more times into Alex’s body before emptying himself completely, a small trickle of semen seeping from Alex’s somewhat abused ass. Both Kessler and Wesker merely exchanged looks as they redressed themselves, Alex still laying upon the table and looking ever so much the picture of sated lust. Neither of the men said anything as they exited the room, leaving the virus alone where he lay, still strapped to the table.

In all truth, Alex had no idea of how much time had passed between the fucking that he had received and when he heard hurried footsteps at the door. When the door was busted open, he didn’t even have the strength to move, but he felt relaxed and safe when he heard that voice, that familiar voice that always seemed to be looking out for him. “Fuck Mercer, what happened to you? I don’t know who did this, but you’re gonna be alright, I’ll take you somewhere safe and I promise I’ll always be there for you, to never let this happen again.” Alex looked up at Cross as the captain carried him out of the room in his arms, the virus barely having the strength to hold onto the man he cared for. “…I love you…don’t ever leave me…”