The lights were entirely too bright. Where was he waking up this time? His glossy lavender eyes watered and narrowed at the lights overhead, and he tried to shield them with his hand, but found that he was quite unable to move. Panic welled inside him for a moment, and he struggled against his apparent bonds. His thin shoulders dug into the hard surface beneath him as his skinny frame strained against the straps binding him. After a couple of seconds, he desisted in his struggling, and sighed, "Fuck..." He wasn't going anywhere. "Where...am I?" he managed to croak into the extremely bright room.

"You're in a laboratory." An English voice drawled from a man stepping closer to the table the other lay upon. "I'd of let you sleep, but there are certain things that need to be observed in an awake state." He said, holding a syringe filled with green liquid up to the light and flicked the side of the vile. He brought it back down and rubbed the skin at the juncture of the other's arm. He secured a piece of rubber around the upper arm and tapped the skin. "This will only hurt a bit now," he said sinisterly as he pushed the needle into the skin and pushed down the plunger.

"What-" was all he managed before an intense burning traveled along his arm, throughout the rest of his body. He opened his mouth in a silent scream, and his strange eyes widened. He was nearly hyperventilating, but he couldn't stop it, couldn't calm down. Finally, he managed an actual scream, the likes of which he had never uttered even during the worst of his drug-induced hallucinations. Soon enough, it was over, and his heavy eyelids drooped a bit, but he was still breathing oddly. It was like his body was trying to choke him to death, but it didn't hurt. His breath came in shallow little gasps. "Who are...you?"

"No one to worry about." The man replied while he looked at monitor. "Well, you're screaming an awful lot but you seem to be adapting." He said, putting his hand over the boy's mouth. "Keep quiet now, the more you scream the more it tries to fight your system." He replied, looking back and forth from the monitor to the boy. He nodded and made noises of comprehension. "Very good, very good."

The boy creased his brow and frowned. What the hell was going on? "I don't understand...what did you give me?" The steadiness of his voice surprised him. He hadn't been this sober in quite a long while. The burning continued, but it wasn't as intense now, though it made his slender fingers twitch a bit. "Do you...do you know my name?"

"I gave you a virus, of course. I am sure your name is somewhere in the file, however, it's not important if you don't pass the binding." The man said, chuckling. "Until then, you're just experiment S." He said, releasing the other from his restraints. "You should be free to roam about now. I'll show you to a room where you'll be observed for further experimentation. If you need anything, my name is Albert Wesker."

Experiment S. He was an experiment. For what? For viruses, obviously, but what kind? What...? There was so much to take in, so little information offered. He clutched his head and tried to clear it, but he couldn't. "Albert..Wesker..." He repeated the name slowly, to help himself memorize it. "Can you tell me how I got here?" Wherever 'here' was. He remembered nothing about coming here, and only vague pieces of his life before this. He was a drug addict, and he had wandered between different beds and couches, nearly every night. He partied a lot. There was nothing else that came to mind right now. No people that meant anything to him, not even his parents, or anything like that.

"There was an outbreak in your city, caused by my people. You were apparently high and passed out, and then you were attacked by one of my company's creatures. You didn't mutate and that's why you're being experimented on right now." Albert said while he lead the other down the hallway. "This is your room." He said, pushing in buttons until the door hydrolocked and slid open. "Now, behave, and all of your questions will be answered at a later time, well, if the virus doesn't mutate you."

S said nothing as he sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. The way this Mr. Wesker explained everything sounded very serious, but it seemed impossible. Viruses and mutation, and he didn't remember the creature that attacked him either. He wanted to tell Wesker he was full of shit, that he didn't believe any of this, but since he didn't have any recollection of what happened...it was possible. He pulled his legs up over the edge of his little cot, turned, and curled into a little ball that faced the wall. He sort of wished he had mutated in the first place. He didn't know what would have happened to him if he had, but there was no way it could have been worse than facing himself now.

"Food will be delivered to you as soon as we feel you can stomach it, the virus you've been given has the tendancy to make one ill when it's first introduced." He said in a low voice. He grabbed a clipboard from the wall outside the cell and signed his name to it and then nodded curtly. "Well, if you need me, as I said, call." He said, turning to the door. "And don't try to escape, you'll not get out."

Escape wasn't even really an option. He didn't have anywhere to go if he did try to escape, and he had no idea where he was. As Wesker left the room, S turned onto his other side and stared at the door, and around the empty room. Nervously, he chewed his thumbnail. For some of the things he had been on, he would be going into withdrawals soon, and it would be agony. He closed his eyes and hoped sleep would take him, but he knew it wouldn't. Instead, his thoughts drifted to the particularly interesting man that had injected the strange virus into him, and escorted him to his room. There wasn't much of him to think about, but he was the only person S had seen so far, and another addiction was surfacing as he lay alone in his room. Wesker had said something about observation, so there were probably cameras or something, but he didn't particularly care. He bit his lower lip, and slid a slender hand along the surface of his clothes. They had been changed, didn't matter. S found the waistband of his pants, and slid his hand underneath, imagining that it wasn't his hand at all, but Wesker's. A sigh escaped him as he began stroking himself lazily.

Albert had made his way to the observation deck and had grabbed his coffee mug, and took a healthy sip before he looked out the window, grabbing his pen with his free hand to write notes on the clipboard on the table in front of him. The sight he saw made him nearly choke on his coffee. "What.." He said softly, wondering if he saw right. Did the boy not know he was being obviously observed? The camera in the room was rather obvious he felt. What would cause him to be that bold in his situation. This intrigued Wesker greatly and he wrote down notes that inexplicable arousal was possibly a side effect of the virus. He frowned and tried not to pay attention to the boy's actions and instead tried to look for any signs of mutation, and he found nothing besides the unnatural brightness of his experiment's eyes, but that was probably arousal more than anything. He debated on whether or not he should buzz in the room's intercom and tell the boy of his watched state, but then again, something made him not want to and he found himself turning slightly red. What to do, what to do? There was something about the boy's ability to pleasure himself in such a dangerous environment that touched a certain state inside Wesker himself that Wesker didn't appreciate one bit, and so he resolved to merely watch the boy, unable to take his eyes off of the strange sight before him.

The boy's stroking became more vigorous, and small moans passed his full lips. He paused to lick them as they dried out with his increased breathing. "Hhhnnn..." His bare toes curled into the sheets on the cot beneath him, shivers traveling up his spine. His free hand pushed his pants down his slim hips, and he sighed happily as more of him was bared to the chill air of the room. "Yeesss...ah, Albert..." A small smile curled his lips as he said the name, hoping the cameras and any other observational equipment recorded sound as well.


Albert blinked rapidly for a moment as he heard what was most definitely his name escape the younger's lips. He felt himself grow warm with embarrassment and his own mild arousal. He jotted down notes that it was not side effect of the virus at all, but more like the little one was being a pest. "Little exhibitionist." He muttered, pursing his lips as he took another sip of coffee. He rolled his eyes and stepped away from the window, determined not to let the brat get to him and looked at his chart. The next injection was due in about three hour's time, so now he decided he'd send some food to him, possibly deliver it himself, and question the other's issue with molesting himself and then proceeding to call out his name. He brought his clipboard and punched in the keys to the hydrolock slowly so the other could right himself. "I'm only going to caution you once, and I fear you know full well, that the room you're in has a camera and an observation window, do any would otherwise be private activities, you should take discretion with." He said, adjusting his sunglasses. "Now, lunch is to be served within half an hour, what would you like?"

As the door opened, S did absolutely nothing to cover himself or stop what he had been doing. He turned his head on the flat pillow and gave Wesker a devilish smile. "I don't care, just let me..." He bit his lower lip again, he was so close to his finish, and he wasn't going to stop to be asked what he wanted to eat. He didn't eat much anyway. "Ahh, ah...yes...!" he cried out in satisfaction, as he subsequently ruined the scrub-like garb they had placed him in. He stared at the ceiling and panted for a moment, then rolled over onto his side again, still not bothering to cover himself. "Look, I don't care what you feed me. If it's just to keep me alive, it doesn't really matter, does it?"

"Insolent brat." Wesker said simply, trying to think fast to avoid an awkward situation which he was currently failing at. "Well after you eat I'll be administering another injection, let's see how funny you think you are when that happens." He shook his head. "I'm going to retrieve your food, I suggest you be decent when I return." He said angrily, slamming the code in the door handle to make it open again and watched it close before he went to the kitchens. He decided a simple meal of soup with bread and brought the tray to his room personally and left it in the middle of it. "Eat." He said before he left again, back to the observation deck.

He had pulled his pants back up, and discarded his shirt, which had been rather saturated, before Wesker had returned with food. He stared down at the tray for a few moments, then looked toward the mirror mounted on one of the walls. There wasn't anything too science fiction or out of the ordinary about two-way mirrors, he had been in enough shady clubs and things of that nature to know that. "Albert Wesker, I can dress myself, but I can't make myself decent. It's not possible." His purple eyes lingered on the mirror for a moment, then he moved the tray of food closer and began to eat in sullen silence.

Albert was confused by the boy's meaning when this was mentioned. He sighed and took notes that at least the brat was eating his food. After he ate he would give him at least thirty minutes before he'd inject him with another version of the T-virus and if that went well then after the boy ate dinner he'd give him Uroboros... and it that went well, then things would definitely start changing. He didn't expect the little thing to survive the next dose however and almost hoped he wouldn't so there wouldn't be anymore awkwardness. He merely watched him while taking notes on the other's slumped over figure and form and tried to understand what he'd said earlier about being decent.

After he had finished, S dropped his soup spoon loudly onto the tray and set it on the floor. In a little fit of anger, he gave the tray a small kick that sent it spinning toward the door, where it stopped as the edge of the tray bumped the wall. Nothing spilled. He looked at the tray almost in scorn, as if it hadn't moved violently enough for his satisfaction, then flopped back onto his cot. For the next several minutes, he stared at nothing, with his eyes toward the plain white ceiling, and he absently braided a small chunk of his reddish hair.

Albert recorded the rapid changes in mood with interest. Either the boy had some psychological problems or he was simply putting on a show. Either way it would show up later. He decided that it was time enough for the viral injection and ordered an orderly to remove the food from the boy's room while he retrieved the virus from his office. After checking to make sure he had the right one he entered the boy's room and pushed up his sleeves. "Sit up for me, please." He said, holding the vial to the light as he had the first time he'd injected the boy.

Obediently, S sat up, but he hung his head, his hair curtaining his pale face. Reflexively, he curled and uncurled his toes as his feet hung over the edge of the bed, and he held out his arm for whatever injection Wesker had brought for him this time. The crook of his arm was bruised and battered-looking, a high contrast to the rest of his pale, smooth skin. Albert Wesker was not the only person who had ever stuck needles into him. Still hanging his head, he mumbled, "Will this one burn like the last one?"

Albert raised an eyebrow at all of the puncture marks. He'd noticed them when he'd first injected him, but hadn't paid attention to just how bad they were. He shrugged. "Honestly, I don't know if it will burn. It may completely destroy you." He said, tying the rubber around his arm. He eyed the vein and felt it was plump enough to inject. He tilted the other's face up to study his eye color. "Is that natural?" He asked, he'd noticed it before but wondered if it wasn't from a previously mutated state of his life, it may describe why the younger adapted so well. He ignored his eyes a moment while injecting him, deciding that this time he'd stay in the room with him in case he needed to be restrained.

"What, you like my eyes? They've always been that color..." He didn't wince as the needle pierced his flesh, but recoiled immediately as it was retracted, and pulled his knees up to his chest. He wrapped his arms around his legs and buried his face, shaking violently. A foreign sound, like a wounded animal, came from his lips, but it was slightly muffled because his face was buried. Unexpectedly, S tipped off of the bed and tumbled hard onto the floor, shaking and convulsing, clawing at the tile with his chewed-off nails. His eyes were looking at nothing, and suddenly rolled back into his head, and blood trickled from one of his nostrils.

Albert frowned and lightly kneed the body and when he got no reaction he knelt down beside the younger. "Experiment S....?" He said in question. He sighed and felt for a pulse and was only a little reassured when he found it. "Well, that was eventful. Still no signs of mutation, normal reaction really." He said to himself. He lifted the boy up and placed him on the bed, covering him up. He also took a small dropper from his pocket and took a sample of the blood dripping from the boy's nose, and placed it under the microscope in the corner of the room to observe it. The cells were successfully bonding in the scope, and he wondered what sort of pain the little brat would go through when he administered the same thing he was given once a long time ago. He continued to monitor the sample, noting any random out of sequence happenings with it.

It seemed like nearly an eternity before S awoke, but when he did, Wesker was still in the room. He felt different, though, and he was moving a little sluggishly it seemed. "We...Wesker..." he whispered. He was having a little trouble getting his breath, but he wasn't suffocating. S covered his eyes with his hand, the lights were much too bright again. When he pulled his hand away for a moment, it was wet. Had he cried or something, or were his eyes just watering? "Wesker..." he said a little louder this time. "I...that one didn't burn..."

"No? What did you feel with that one?" Albert asked, taking up the pend he'd set down after a while. He began to write out the word side-effect and underline it, waiting patiently for the young man to speak. "And please, if you would describe to me what you're feeling physically and mentally as well in the present as what you had felt, it will make this process much more smooth." He said, sitting in a chair in which he had one leg crossed over the other.

"Before that...is there any way to make the lights dimmer in here? They're fucking blinding..." Having his hand over his eyes didn't keep him from talking, of course, but he wanted to be more comfortable. All of his nerves felt like they were electrified, touching things was nearly painful. He didn't even turn his head to talk to Wesker. "I don't really know how to describe it. It was kind of...there was just a moment or two of really intense pain. Then I blacked out. And now, now everything is really tender. Do you know what I mean? Like, if you push too hard on my skin, it will hurt. But it's starting to go away, now, I guess. Did I do something when I blacked out?"

"No, merely sprouted a nose bleed and had rapid convulsions, but it'll get better. Good news for you is that you're taking the virus well, and the next test will be administered after you eat. As for the lights, that wont ever go away." Albert replied, scribbling on his paper. "If you pass the next test as well as you did this one then I'll get you a pair of glasses like mine, you'll need them." He walked over and placed his hand to the other's forehead. "No fever, no open signs of mutation." He said and nodded. "Progressing well. I'll be leaving now, try to sleep it off, supper will be ready for you in a few hours." He then left without word and went back up to the observation to add his notes to his laptop.

Generally, when S was sober, all he wanted to do was sleep. He didn't really sleep much any other time, unless he was drinking. That made him sleep. But at the moment, he didn't want to sleep, and a drink sounded kind of good, but he doubted they would oblige him. After laying on his back, then rolling onto first his left side then his right, and finally his stomach, he couldn't get comfortable, and sat up. He looked inquisitively at the camera in the corner, which was pointed directly at him, conveniently enough. "Hey, Wesker, I can't sleep. Can I talk to you?" He didn't even know if Wesker was actually observing him right now, but if no one answered him, he would just try to sleep or something. Or maybe masturbate again.

"What do you need?" Albert asked through the intercom, continuing to input data into his computer, he looked out the window after a brief pause and eyed the young thing and wondered if he would pass the next test. What would he do with the brat if he did? Make him an assistant? That would always work, he was having issues finding those brave enough to take notes while he mutated something or another. "Are you feeling ill?"

S pulled his knees up to his chest again, but this time laid his head across his knees, still looking at the camera. "No, I feel okay, just kind of shaky. I wanted to ask you something. Does it have to be over the intercom, or can you come here?" The intercom was too impersonal, and he had no idea how many other people were observing him. It wasn't as though he was shy, he just wanted to see if he could get Wesker to come to his room.

Albert frowned at the other's question. "I don't know what you possibly need. Shakiness is very common with your virus. I'll be there in a moment." He rolled his eyes and adjusted his coat before he made his way back to the room, it wasn't a long distance and therefore he wasn't too bothered by the other's request. "What is it?" He asked unamusedly.

He held his hand out with three fingers up, looking at Wesker with a slightly amused smirk on his lips. "Three things, Mr. Wesker. One, will you tell me my name? I know you've got to see my file all the time, so you must know it. Two, what color are your eyes? You were interested in mine, so it made me interested in yours. And three, can I have a new shirt? I got my other one dirty, as you saw, and it's a little chilly in here." With his last statement, his smirk broadened into a grin, and his eyes gleamed momentarily.

Albert narrowed his eyes at the other. "I don't know your name, it's in a file that while I have access to it, it's currently being treated for encryption. My eye color is none of your concern, and that's your own fault for soiling your shirt. You have a blanket, cover up, anything else you dare require?" He asked, hoping he was cold and calculating. What did he care that the other wanted to see his eyes or what did he care that the other was without a shirt? He'd just get it dirty again anyhow.

Pouting, S unfolded his legs and sat back a little bit on the bed, sticking his chest out as he did so. "Fine. Will you tell me my name when you find out what it is? It's hard, being aware of the terrible person I am and not having a name to put on it." He paused and his face turned calm, but very serious. "You know, if you don't get me a new shirt, that will just make it harder for me to resist myself. I'm very vain, you know, and there's a mirror in this room. I don't care if you can see me from the other side of it, you have no idea the kinds of things I could do in front of it..." A corner of his mouth turned up in a kind of smirk, and to emphasize his point, he ran his fingers over his chest, playing with the stainless steel jewelry in one of his nipples.

Albert glared at the other stonily but was not lost on the implications and the sight of the jewelry glinting in the fluorescent lights. He'd not paid attention to it before and was almost overcome with the urge to suck on it and frowned at his strange thought. "It will be your own humiliation if you torment yourself." He said harshly. "I'll not be the only one viewing those tapes in a few days, the whole team of my scientists will. I suggest you behave. When your supper comes around, then you may have a new shirt." With that he turned for the door. "And if you behave you'll learn your name."

S thought he saw Wesker's gaze linger on his nipple ring for a moment, and he grinned, playing with his lip ring with his tongue. "I don't think you know just how much it would take to humiliate me. I have no dignity. But I might behave, I guess. I really, really want to know my name." He pulled his knees back up to his chest, using them to keep his naked torso at least a little warm. However, since the thought had taken root in his head, S really did have the urge to do horrible, naughty things in front of that mirror, and he had time until his supper arrived to ruin the rest of his clothes.

Albert shook his head and made his way back to the observation room and took a seat where he began to organize a file cabinet he had set up for the other. What was the boy's name exactly? He wasn't sure, he remembered seeing it a while ago, they'd had to have it for proper identification purposes. He sifted through one more file and then decided to look at what information was stored on the computer and noticed the name in fine print. Sayle. It was fitting in some odd way for the estranged younger man. He wondered what knowing that information could do for him. He peered in on the other, checking again for signs of mutation and looked to the clock, still much more time until supper. "Do you have any medical knowledge?" He asked over the intercom. He wanted to interview the boy for the position of his assistant.

S jerked his head up off of his knees and looked toward the intercom. He was silent for a moment, then laughed. "Medical? Not really. But I've managed to keep from overdosing on anything yet, and I know where all the good veins are. So if you count that, then sure. Hey, what counts as behaving? 'Cause I'm not sure I can keep from doing anything. I like when people watch, you know." He giggled again, and stood up, walking nonchalantly toward the mirror. S made a show of running his hands through his hair, messing it up, fixing it again, running his tongue over his lip ring, slowly nudging the drawstring pants down his slim hips...

Albert decided to ignore the other's actions. "And note taking? How are you at that as well as keeping organized and obviously you use needles, you know how to inject and sterilize?" He asked, finding his eyes were quite fixed on the bared hips. They were so slender and the indentation of muscle and bone was something that made Albert feel a foreign stir in his body. His eyebrows knitted together in thought and he analyzed himself. Obviously it had been a while since he'd seen flesh other than that he experimented on, so this was a treat for his eyes and his body's reaction to it was normal. He'd just have to ignore it as he waited the boy's answer, of course, he didn't know how much he could ignore if the boy kept making that lower lip look rather tastable. Now where did that thought come from. He glared at the other though he couldn't be seen.

A smirk momentarily crossed the boys lips, as if he could sense Wesker's distress. "I don't really know about note taking. I haven't done much. But I suppose if you wanted to...teach me..." It was rather obvious he didn't mean for Wesker to teach him anything of the professional sort. Long fingers trailed down from his chest, where he had been playing with the ring through his nipple again, across his stomach, and tugged with intent at the drawstrings holding the pants over his hips. He really had no shame at all. The pants dropped to the floor, and he stood before the mirror, his head cocked to the side, waiting to see if he could hear the strain against Albert's concentration in his voice this time.

Albert averted his gaze as his eyes glanced fully the treat before him. He sighed aggravatedly. It seemed his virus was appreciating the form in front of him in a rather strange manner. He was losing control,something that didn't happen to him often. "I've need for an assistant, if you pass this last test would you be willing?" He asked, effective in keeping his voice calm as though the other didn't effect him at all. He went to a drawer and cursed when he noticed there was no restraint for him there. He sighed. "I'll be back in a moment." He made the momentary detour to his office and then returned after taking the virus, finding he was much more calm and able to handle the other's teasing.

Not in the least discouraged by the evenness of Albert's voice, S continued with his vulgar behavior. "Willing...willing...I like that word, willing. It's funny you should ask that, Albert. I'm always willing, I'm a very receptive person, but I think you've probably noticed that by now, hm?" All the while he was talking, his hands continued to caress his smooth, thin body, taking special care to work himself to hardness. He so hoped Albert was watching, it was such fun tormenting him. He wondered how far they would let him go before, someone, anyone decided to stop him.

Albert wondered if the virus wasn't corrupted as he was feeling the same thing over again. Something about the boy made him want to hurt him in a most pleasureful way. He sighed and shook his head. "Stop that." He said through the intercom. "If you keep up with your lewd behavior I'll lock your hands together and refuse you supper." He threatened, knowing the other would probably keep up with his efforts to tease him. What a strange thing the boy was. And yet, was Albert himself not strange? He couldn't take his eyes off that hardening length the boy played with for him so easily.

"You'd have to lock my hands together over my head to stop me from touching myself. And even still, I'd probably still find some way to do something..." Even with that threat, he didn't stop. He wouldn't until someone physically stopped him. Maybe, if he was lucky, he could get Albert to come back again personally, and then make it difficult for him to leave. "Besides, if you think this is lewd behavior..." He couldn't continue standing, so he situated himself on the floor in front of the mirror. S stopped stroking himself for a couple of moments, instead putting two of his fingers to his lips and sucking on them. He closed his eyes, moaning slightly in relish. As he removed the fingers from his mouth, he taunted, "You haven't come to stop me yet. Are you waiting to see what I'll do next? I promise, none of this has anything to do with your viruses..."

Albert felt himself actually blush. "Then what does it have to do with hmn?" He asked with a hint of anger in his voice, the vision before him was terribly appealing. He wanted to go in that room. Wanted to show the brat who was in command. He loosened the black tie at his throat and clenched his jaw, wondering why he wore black leather pants again. Ah yes, he never had these problems was why. If the little pest kept it up he'd have to go in there, and he'd have to stop him.

"I just like sex. And since no one is giving me any, and I can't just go take what I want, I have to be content with myself. Which...isn't really a problem...it's just more fun with other people participating..." He slid his saliva-covered fingers down his body, and he sincerely hoped Wesker was watching. His other hand resumed its task of stroking his length, maintaining its attractive hardness, while his wet fingers found the small entrance they sought. The pose was rather awkward due to the hardness of the floor, but he didn't care. He gasped as he began fingering himself, arching his back and pushing down against his fingers. "If you want to stop me, you'll have to force me..." he said breathlessly.

Albert would have loved to let the boy play out his little bit of fun, but he knew other members of corporate would be questioning him if he only stood by and watched. He stormed out of the observation room and into the holding cell, glaring at the other. "I asked you to stop!" He said angrily, though now that he was so close to the boy and he could smell the arousal in the air he felt that coming in the room himself had been a very bad idea. He tensed a little as he fought his own virus for control, knowing he'd need to restrain the boy and himself quickly. He pulled out a ziptie from his pocket and approached the passionate mess that was the younger. "Remove your hands from what they're doing." He demanded.

Though there was much anger in Wesker's voice, S could see that he wasn't nearly as angry as he would have liked to be. He was intrigued. And he didn't stop what he was doing, realizing that if he refused, Wesker would have little choice but to physically force him to stop. He simply stared at him with glassy eyes, upside down, on his back on the floor. "If I stop what I'm doing now, I expect someone to continue where I left off. Now, since no one here is going to do that for me, I wish you'd just let me have my fun..."

No one dared talk to Wesker in such a manner, and it was definitely a turn on for him. He had to stop the brat though. He leaned down fluidly and grasped the hand stroking the boy easily enough, but when it came to the one with fingers inside of him he had to steel himself to do it. When he finally had both hands over the other's head he began to zip-tye them. "Now, as I said, you need to learn how to behave." He fought with himself now that was closer to the other and realized the other would be able to see his eyes now from the awkward on top of him angle he was at, his glasses would no doubt slip from his nose slightly to reveal the red-orange.

Indeed S could see Wesker's eyes from this angle, and his expression shifted immediately from arousal to fascination. His own lavender eyes widened, and he had a momentary innocence about him, despite being naked with his hands bound together. "Whoa..." He blinked a couple of times. "I can see your eyes." He smiled, but it was a childishly mischievous smile. "They're...such a cool color." But just like that, the childish wonder seemed to fade, as S realized that he had gotten almost exactly what he wanted from Wesker in his refusal to cooperate. He was very, very close to him. So close, in fact, that he could smell the leather of his clothing.

Albert looked down at him and sighed. "What am I to do with you?" He asked in exasperation before he easily lifted the other up and placed him on the bed. "Be good." He stated, binding his feet to the bed with the blanket. "I'll get your dinner to you when that goes away." He said, pointing to the other's erection. Then he turned and walked out as seemed to be habit for him. Now that the other had seen his eyes he worried what that would mean. He decided not to ponder on it and amusedly watched the other from the observation window.

S snorted at the way Wesker had referred to his erection as 'that', but sighed as he was once again left alone in his room. Now he couldn't even entertain himself with...himself. It only took a few minutes for him to stop being aroused, and he was growing restless in his bonds. "Wesker, you can come back now. I'm done misbehaving..." he called out to the empty room. There was a note of defeat in his voice. It didn't seem like being blatant would get him what he wanted, so he thought maybe pouting would work instead.

Seeing the other was flaccid Wesker decided to oblige him, but not right away. He went to the kitchens again and also to his office, he had a plate of chicken and potatoes for the boy to eat and had Uroboros in his coat pocket. He sighed as he brought the tray to his room. "Here, I'm going to undo your hands and feet, don't try anything." He said, grabbing a knife from his pocket to cut the ties binding his wrist and unbinding his feet. He then went to a storage closet in the hallway and brought a change of clothing. "Change into these when you're finished, I'll be back when your food is gone."

S rolled his eyes. He was convinced, he wouldn't try anything. Sulking, he ate his food slowly, as though it was his last meal, doing things in exactly the order that Wesker had told him. He didn't put his clothes on until after he had finished his food. Truly, he was more comfortable naked, but in the chill air of the room he was glad for fresh clothes. He told himself he would try to keep these clean for as long as possible, but knew that was probably unrealistic. He waited patiently for Wesker to return, but something was making him nervous.

Albert observed the boy and was glad he was much more placid. "Well, finally he seems to have some sense." He said to himself. He came back in the room and again called an orderly to return the used dishes to the cafeteria and stepped into the room. He pulled out the vial containing his most vital experiment, the one that would either survive the boy or kill him. "This one is going to hurt more than the last two I've given you." He said softly. "But if you pass it, you'll not have more unless you want them." He said, glad the other was dressed so his own confused feelings didn't hinder him. He grabbed the piece of rubber from his coat pocket as well and gestured the other to extend his arm.

S eyed the syringe first, then Wesker, and chewed his lower lip, playing with his piercing nervously. Slowly, he extended his arm, but hesitated before it was held out straight. "You expect this to kill me, don't you? Can I have one thing, in case it does kill me? Will you show me your eyes?" He wasn't sure why he wanted to see them so badly. He had glimpsed them, yes, only a few moments before, but he wanted to look at them fully. If he survived, maybe he could demand a kiss. He laughed inwardly, and waited for Wesker's answer before extending his arm completely.

Albert sighed and removed his glasses. If it got the other to comply then he was all for it. He wanted to get this over with so he could discard the body and go about with his life. He stared at the other expectantly. "Good enough?" He asked, ready to put his glasses back on.

"Yeah..." he breathed, and extended his arm completely. He sighed and closed his eyes, afraid for the first time in a long time about how something was going to turn out. If he really died...well...he didn't even know what he thought about that. He'd probably go to hell, anyway. "Hah, your eyes are pretty, but I should have asked for a kiss. I guess I'll see you if I see you."

Albert had a strike of humanity for a moment and decided the other deserved at least that. So he gave in for a second and kissed him passionately, taking advantage of the unprepared station while he slipped the needle into his arm and injected the virus, now secretly hoping the boy wouldn't make it, then he'd have to live with himself.

S gasped, he had never expected Wesker to do that, even if he had seriously asked. It distracted him momentarily from the sting of the needle, but then nothing could have distracted him from the horrifying agony originating from his veins. He recoiled from their kiss and screamed, a horribly wounded sound, which ended as he abruptly fell off the bed and retched all over the floor. His vision swam, and he struggled to get back onto the bed, but he couldn't quite do it, and he collapsed onto the floor again, narrowly missing his own sick. Nothing in his life had ever made him react this way, not any drug he had ever tried, he wanted to die. Finally, his vision faded completely, and he passed out, welcoming the darkness.

Wesker sighed as he figured the other had died but what distracted him was the obviously beating pulse he could see pounding against his skin in his bared neck. "What?" He tilted his head in confusion and began furiously jotting notes.He easily lifted the other on the bed and lifted his eyes, seeing the lavender hadn't changed, only became brighter with slight orange flecks sprinkled about in them. He raised his eyebrows in comprehension. Suddenly his life was going to be much more hectic. He didn't know why he felt angry about it, maybe it's because of what the other did to him. He summoned an orderly to clean the mess and then sent a copy of his report to corporate stating possible successful bonding to Uroboros, he'd know when the brat woke, if he woke.

Experiment S opened his eyes, then shut them again immediately. Had the lights gotten even brighter since the last time he was awake? Wait, he was awake. He had survived. And...Wesker had kissed him? He sat up easily, then clutched his head and hissed. It was pounding. How long had he been out? Still holding his head, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and looked toward the two-way mirror. "Wesker? Mr. Wesker, where are you? I know you've got to be watching me. What happened?" He narrowed his eyes suddenly, peering intently at his own reflection. What the hell had happened to his eyes? Was that orange? "Whoa..." he breathed incredulously.

Albert entered the room carrying a set of pills with a glass of water. "You survived." He stated, and it was hard to tell in his voice if he was happy about it or not. "You need to come with me, I'll lead you to an actual room and some food if you're hungry. Those pills will take away the headache." He said, eyeing the other curiously. He hoped perhaps the mutation wiped out his memory.

"Thanks." S downed the pills and the water gratefully, then sighed. The lights weren't as intense now, or at least they weren't bothering him as much, and he stood on surprisingly steady legs. He chuckled wryly. "I can't believe I just about died without knowing my name. How stupid. I wanted a look at your eyes more than my own name." He shook his head and sighed once more, then a smile spread across his face as he looked at Wesker. "You're a pretty good kisser, Albert." He fairly purred his name. The mutation hadn't done a thing to his memory, though he wished it would have restored the memory he had lost.

Albert blushed a little but as he was ahead of the other he didn't think it was seen. "Well," He began, pulling out a pair of lightly pink tinted sunglasses. "These will help you deal with the light." He said, slowing his pace down the hall a bit to hand them to him. "Well, your name, by the way, is Sayle." He said, figuring the other could know his name now.

He smiled at Wesker for the sunglasses. It was a nice gesture. "Sayle..." he repeated slowly. "Sayle. Thank you, and I like the sunglasses." He slid them onto his face, and looked around at the white walls of the hallway, which were now tinted pink. "So is this why you wear sunglsses, then? You have the same thing you injected me with?" He hoped he wasn't prying too much. He was just trying to make conversation. He detested silence, and if there was anything this place seemed to have an abundance of, it was silence.

"Yes, and yes. They help immensely when shielding your eyes from the light, it can get quite bright. And you're injected with the same thing I am, it's called Uroboros. It may still prove strange to you, even I have trouble with it here and there. Any questions?"

Sayle smiled. "Yes. Did you kiss me because you thought I was going to die?" He thought he probably already knew the answer, but he wasn't sure he actually wanted to hear Wesker say it. No matter how many times he heard it, it was always harsh to hear that he was really just a whore that no one really wanted.

Albert ignored the younger man's question. "This is your room. The code to get in and out is 7943, if you need me, use the phone that will be provided for you. It should be on your bed." He said, punching in the code to the room and showing him into it. "You have a bathroom, and separate sitting room apart from your bedroom."

Sayle didn't need anymore confirmation than that. He probably only kissed him because he thought he was going to die, and he wouldn't have to face him again. "So I'm not to be observed anymore, then?" He frowned. It wasn't as though he liked being watched that much, but he did enjoy his advantage in tormenting Wesker. It would be much harder to get to him if he couldn't just be a blatant slut like he was before. He supposed he would just have to try that much harder.

"You're still to be observed for the time being, only instead of the mirror and camera, you'll have one camera in your living area." Albert replied, sighing. He was growing weary and yawned a little. "All right, now, sleeping clothing has been provided for you. I want you ready tomorrow after some sleep, you'll be attending me in the lab." He said, pointing to a schedule on the wall. "I'll be in room 5 and you'll need to be there early." He set the alarm on the clock by the other's bed. "Anything you need before I leave you for the evening?"

"Many things, Albert Wesker, but none that you want to give me, at least not yet. Thank you, I'll be ready to assist you tomorrow, then." Sayle was a little sad, and somewhat discouraged, but he was determined to come up with a new plan for seducing this man, though really it had been on a whim that he had tried to seduce him in the first place. Now, for some reason, he was committed to it.

Albert smirked at the other "Well, goodnight then, Sayle." He said quietly, giving the other a very unlike him wink to let him know he was onto his possible game and he turned to leave. "If I catch you in any area restricted, you'll be in trouble."

Sayle smiled at the thought of 'restricted areas,' but otherwise nodded his head in understanding. He waited until Wesker had disappeared from his room, then changed into the provided pajamas. They had a little logo on the pocket of the top, and he studied it. It was red and white, and it said 'Umbrella' beneath it. "Is that what this place is called...?" he muttered to himself, then began to explore his little apartment. This was much nicer than the white cell he had occupied earlier. He noticed the little camera in the corner of the sitting room, and waved at it, then sat down on the couch. He was getting bored again, but luckily he was tired, and he returned to the bedroom after a few moments of staring around his empty, silent rooms.

Albert went to his own room which was across the hallway from the other and turned on the observation system. He studied the boy's habits and found it interesting that he didn't appear to be having any side-effects than what he'd already had to the virus he'd been given. But all was well it seemed and that scared Albert. What was he going to do with something that actually made him react in a physical manner? He sighed and decided that sleeping wasn't necessary, he'd go over his notes and study about other experiments and what they would be working on the next day. He'd see then how well the boy really bonded.

~*~

Unaccustomed to the sound of the alarm clock blaring on his bedside table, Sayle was startled awake by it, and instead of merely pushing the button on top of it, he yanked it off the table and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and promptly shattered into fragments of black plastic and wires. "Whoops...was that just...me? Hm." He shrugged and yawned, then made his way to the bathroom. A shower woke him up nicely, as well as thoughts of spending the whole day with Wesker, and he dressed himself in the clothes he had worn yesterday. He didn't know what else he was supposed to wear. Sayle shrugged that off as well, and made his way out of his rooms and into the hallway. He found the room that Wesker had instructed him to meet at with surprising ease, and knocked on the door.

Albert opened the door, dressed in an outfit similar to what he'd worn the day before, without the leather. "There you are." He muttered, gesturing the other inside. "Today I want you to take avid notes. You'll be describing what happens to the specimen when injected with serums 7, 12, and 0. " He said, motioning to a clipboard that was complete with paper and pen. "Any questions?"

Sayle smiled. "Not about that, but about other things, yes. I'll save them for later." He had remembered, somehow, to grab his pink sunglasses before he left his room, and they now balanced on his thin nose. He grabbed up the clipboard and pen, and awaited further instructions from Wesker. He had a moment, then, to admire the man's form. He was tall, and in wonderful shape, where his own form was a bit thin, and he especially admired the shape of his hips and the width of his shoulders. "God, has anyone ever told you how good-looking you are?" he whispered to himself, though it was quiet enough in the room that it would have been impossible for Wesker not to hear.

Albert blinked once or twice as he processed the whispered words. "Now, experiment 127B is on the table here, I am going to inject it with serum 0" He completely ignored the other's compliment, he'd practically felt the other's eyes caress his form, and it made him feel an unfamiliar feeling of pride. He liked that the other looked at him with such feeling. But he wouldn't show it. "When I inject the creature I want you to be sure you're a good distance back until I tell you it's safe to come forward, some of them react violently."

He wrote 127B at the top of the paper, then wrote Serum 0 underneath that, and stepped back against a counter on the opposite side of the room. He wondered just how violently the creature would react, since his own reactions had been rather self-contained, illness-like. What exactly did they do to people in this place? He had seen the insides of enough hospitals to know this was nothing like one, and he wondered if the research they were conducting was even legal. "Fire away, I'm ready." He waved from the counter.

Albert injected the thing and was irritated when it didn't react much more than to convulse on the operating bed. "It's safe, come on over and describe to me what you see. You're looking for skin mutation,eye color, decaying of flesh." He said, loading his gun in case things took a nasty turn which they sometimes could in this place. He placed it back into its holster and surveyed Sayle carefully, finding he made a particularly cute lab tech.

Sayle tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and chewed on the end of the pen as he looked over the specimen on the table. "There doesn't seem to be any visible skin mutation, but it looks like it's beginning to turn necrotic around the lips and eyelids." He paused and walked around to the other side of the table. "Eyes have turned completely white and are most likely blind, but there seems to be no other obvious mutations." He wrote everything down as he said it, then looked up at Wesker when he was finished. "How was that? Do you think you could stand to keep me in your lab?" He chewed on the end of the pen again, this time in a more suggestive manner.

Albert tired to ignore the way the other's lips seemed to caress the pen cap. He glared at him but the glare was only half-hearted in nature. "Well. Yes, you know more than you let on." He said, sighing at the clothing the boy wore. It fit him nicely, perhaps too nicely he figured. He eyed him carefully. "I wouldn't put anything in this lab in your mouth, there are diseased creatures lying about and you have no idea where that has been." He said, snatching the pen from his mouth.

Well, I don't have any idea where you've been either, but I'd still put you in my mouth... It took much will-power to stop himself from saying that, but Sayle only smiled and held out his slender hand to have the pen back. He couldn't exactly take notes without it. "I'm sorry. I'll have to try harder to contain my oral fixation." Oops, let that one slip. He smiled, laughing inwardly. It was fun, trying to make this man blush. So far, it hadn't proved too difficult to do so.

Albert raised an eyebrow at the other's obvious suggestive tone and meaning in his words. "I'm sure." He said, rolling his eyes. He handed the other back his pen and moved past him to the next experiment. "Experiment 128 a. Injected with serum 7." He injected the creature and again was irritated with no response physically. "Possible death before injection."

The same as he had before, Sayle wrote 128A and Serum 7 on his paper, and copied what Wesker had said about possible death before injection, then added 'no response' to it. "How uneventful. Does that happen a lot?" Though he was happy to be following Wesker around, Sayle was getting rather bored. And when he was bored, he tried to find ways to entertain himself. Unfortunately for him, Albert Wesker was the most entertaining thing in the room, which meant that all of the boy's attention was focused on the stoic man. "So there's only one more, right? What do we do after that?"

"No, usually we have all sorts of interesting things to attend." Albert said, sighing. He called for another scientist to take over the testing and walked out of the room. "Come with me, I'll give you a tour instead." He said, bored with the un-active experiments as well. "I'll show you what areas not to go in and what areas are you-friendly."

As they walked down the hall, Sayle began with his questions that he was saving for later. "Is there any way I can get different clothes? Maybe pick them out myself? There's nothing wrong with these, they're just not what I would normally wear is all." He plucked at the shirt he was wearing, and looked up at Wesker. He liked the way the man dressed, but he missed the leather from yesterday. Leather suited him. He had the urge to hook his arm around Wesker's as they walked, but thought it probably wouldn't be welcomed. He shrugged and decided to do it anyway, then grinned as innocently as he could manage.

"I don't know, mine are specially made for me, I suppose I can look into getting you some new clothing too." He glanced down at the shorter male when he had his arm wrapped around him and frowned. He was going to let the boy continue with the action until he got a very strange look from a passing scientist. "I suggest you remove your arm this instant." He stated quietly through clenched teeth.

Sayle noticed the irritated tone in Wesker's voice, but didn't acknowledge it as he removed his arm. "Could I have leather too? I think I could pull it off." He laughed aloud, imagining the kind of leather clothing that he would like to have. He wouldn't be allowed to walk around this place in fetish gear, of course, but he thought he could probably get away with pretty tight pants..."So, this place is called Umbrella, right? There was a logo on my pajamas that said that, so I just kind of assumed."

Albert snorted and sighed. "Maybe. I don't need you looking like my little minion or anything." He said, before nodding to the next question. "Yes, this is Umbrella Corp." He stated, gesturing to the large embossed logo on the walls. "Here we run tests obviously and unleash them in populated areas around the world to test them, biological weaponry." He didn't care that it made him the bad guy, that's what he was. He never claimed to be good.

"Huh, I see. That's kind of cool, actually. So...people like you, and I guess me, we're weapons then?" It was weird to think about. Sayle had never been a terribly strong or violent person. He preferred indulging his senses, and the pleasures of the flesh. His strange eyes widened behind pink lenses as comprehension dawned on him. "So that's how I broke my alarm clock this morning! Haha, well then..." He ran a hand through his hair. "I was going to ask you about that, but I forgot until now."

"Broke it?" If Sayle was half as strong as he was himself, then the clock wasn't just broke it was completely destroyed. "What you mean is that you smashed it to bits when it woke you?" He corrected in question,knowing it to be true even as he asked. He sighed and stopped their pace to look at the other He placed his hand on his cheek before sighing again. "I know you're a wild little thing, but please, refrain from breaking the items in your room, I have to pay for them, you know."

Sayle just laughed. "You pay for all my things? So that makes you kind of like my sugar daddy, then." He knew it would irritate Wesker, that was nearly the entire reason he said it. "I'll be good and try not to break things, though. I didn't mean to do it in the first place. And just for the record, I threw it across the room, and it hit the wall and smashed into little pieces." He nodded resolutely, with one of his hands on his hips. "So...where do you sleep? You stay here too, at Umbrella, right?"

"Yes, my room's right across form yours actually." Albert replied, smirking at the endearment of 'sugar daddy.' "But yes, I pay for all of your things, and do try because if you break them on purpose, I'll break you in such ways the virus won't even be able to heal you, so I suggest you be good."

"Oh, that sounds kinky. Want to try breaking me anyway?" Sayle raised an eyebrow and grinned. He was only partly joking. Really, he would have loved Wesker to actually do anything, something other than a deathbed pity kiss. Of course, he didn't want to be broken...just...fucked senseless, more or less. "So, how big is this place? I imagine a real tour would take forever, and it's getting hard for me to concentrate on white walls and these logos. Are there any cameras in your room?" He tried to make it sound casual, but he didn't know why he was trying. He had already been openly hitting on him to begin with.


"No, there are no cameras in my room, only the surveillance equipment to yours." Albert replied, wondering if the other would catch the subtle flirt he gave in that comment. He watched the other out of the corner of his eye. "Now, what were we doing again? I was to give you a tour?" He asked, all of the flirting must have made him forget what they were up to to begin with.

Sayle raised both eyebrows, definitely catching the suggestion in Wesker's comment. "Interesting, interesting...are you a voyeur, Mr. Wesker? But then, I guess I could have gathered that at least a little, the way you reacted when I was being observed." He chuckled. "Yes, a tour, and I could suggest that we start it in your room, but would that be too foward? Or maybe it would be better to tour my room, then you could have it recorded for later." He toyed with the ring in his lower lip, looking at Albert out of the corner of his eye.

"I'm nothing of the sort." Albert replied, smirking. "And no my room we can hit on the way back." He looked forward, ignoring the other a moment. "There, let's go now to the elevator and I'll start from the ground and move up and then back to this floor. Come along now." The only thing Albert was both but not looking forward to was being in the long elevator ride with this sexual creature.

"Well, damn. That means all of my exhibitionism is for nothing. Oh well, I'll just have to figure out what it is you like." Sayle crossed his arms over his chest and followed silently to the elevator, but he was already smirking again by the time they had entered and the doors closed. "Would an alarm sound if I pushed the stop button? I've done it before, terribly awkward when people come rushing to help, and you didn't really need the help in the first place." He shrugged nonchalantly.

Albert honestly didn't know if the stop button would sound an alarm in this building,assuming that they were in his headquarters and that a stop would cause alarm, he felt it probably would. "I honestly don't know,but I'm assuming,being in Umbrella, that it very much would." He said, smirking a little."Basically, don't even think about it."

Pouting, Sayle turned his back to the panel of buttons, his hands folded out of view. "How disappointing. But what would you do if I did it anyway? I wouldn't be costing you any money, so surely you wouldn't break me, would you?" His fingers inched toward the stop button, protruding from the bottom of the panel. "Or is it that...you don't trust yourself alone with me, in a confined space? There's not much to concentrate on in an elevator..."

Albert eyed the other and figured that he'd show him just what would happen alone in the elevator with the other. He slammed his hand down on the button and pushed the other against the wall of the elevator after it gave a perfectly nasty jolt as it stopped. He ignored the intercom system a moment as surveilance kicked in and security questioned him.

"Sir! Is everything all right? We last had sight of you going into an elevator with a recent experiment, that elevator is stuck..."

"Everything's fine, security, I just need to teach this little brat a lesson." Albert said, shutting off the intercom. He smirked and pushed him against the wall harder if possible before he savagely kissed him.

Sayle's odd eyes widened in astonishment again, but then he smiled, and even managed to giggle before it was silenced with the kiss. It was somehow even better than the kiss before he had been injected with Uroboros. He was breathless and lightheaded, and his body arched automatically to press against Wesker's. "Albert..." he breathed, gripping the lapels of his jacket.

Albert laughed darkly as he began to strip the other of his lower clothing, fastly so to get him undressed. He took only a moment to glance at the other's body before he began to kiss his neck and pull him closer, and when he felt their hips were efficiently grinding, he began to undo his belt.

Groaning in anticipation, Sayle's hands slid from Albert's lapels all the way to his pants. He slid his hands over the front of his slacks, conspicuously tight in the current situation. He grinned, and commented, "Hey, this isn't more pity is it? You're doing this because you want to..." The air in the elevator was chilly, and his legs trembled a bit, or maybe that was just Wesker's skill.

"No no, if it was pity I'd give you a candle-lit dinner and roses." Albert replied hotly, finally letting his pants fall to the floor of the elevator. He hoisted the other up and made sure those thin legs were wrapped tight about his waist while he positioned himself before he pressed inside the other harshly, not caring in the least bit if it hurt at all.

"Pity sounds an awful lot like romance, but I don't really care for either..." He locked his feet together, his arms wrapped around Albert's shoulders. Sayle's shoulder blades ground painfully into the wall of the elevator, but he hardly felt any pain at being entered roughly. It wasn't the first time, but he couldn't deny that he enjoyed the small amount of pain it caused him, the abrupt stretching. It was a vulgar pleasure.

Albert couldn't reply to the other's returned witty remark. He moved instead of spoke, thrusting hard, getting his point across that he owned the obnoxiously flirty boy that he moved even faster inside of. He loved it, Uroboros loved it, and he could tell somehow that Sayle certainly wasn't objecting to the rough treatment which only made him want the boy more.

Sayle responded in kind, moaning and attempting to push his hips down harder. It was impossible, but he was sure the wanton gesture was not lost on Albert. He wanted more, and knew this wasn't going to be the last time. This was an almost animalistic side of Wesker that he had never seen before, never expected him to have.

A low groan escaped Albert as he thrust harder for the other, the extra force the other gave to meet his thrust signaled he wanted that much. He held him up with one arm while he was pressed to the wall of the elevator and his other hand began to vigorously stroke the other tight, making him watch the other for his reactions, loving the blissfully pleasured expression on the other's face and the soft voice calling out to him.

His head tipped back against the wall of the elevator, Sayle called out loudly. His fingers scrabbled over the shoulders of the jacket Wesker still wore, he would have scratched him if he hadn't been clothed. This was better than anything Sayle could remember from all of his time of sex addiction and promiscuity. "Oh, Albert, yes..."

Albert groaned in annoyance as the elevator came to move again. He chuckled while stroking the other faster and kissed him hard once. "I think the others in the building may need the elevator." he said breathing hard.

"I guess we had better finish this quickly then." He ground his hips against Albert's as best he could, wishing for a different angle, but not wanting to waste the time getting there. He was so close, and he didn't want to risk moving. "Harder..." he urged.

Albert moved as hard as he could into the other, pounding him really until he could no longer keep up with him, and he finished before his lover, quick and fulfilling in his completion, causing him to call out. "Sayle!" He hadn't realized he had said the other's name until it was too late and he blushed a little as he did and continued to work him until the other was too finished.

It didn't take long for Sayle to finish either, calling out unintelligibly as he climaxed. His legs wrapped tighter around Albert's waist, pulling him in as far as possible. As he gained his breath once more, he unwrapped his legs and began to slide down the elevator wall. It was timely too, because he could feel the elevator slowing down as it seemed to reach the top of the facility.

Albert pulled his pants back up quickly and helped the other dress,still adjusting his clothing when the doors opened. One of his colleagues raised an eyebrow at him, standing in front of a group of about seven people.

"Really, Albert? Really?" They asked with disbelief in their voice.

Albert's face turned stoic."Shut up." He said simply, ignoring the snickers and cat calls as he lead Sayle out of the elevator.

"Wasn't there a statement in the company order about terminating any one of us if we began fucking the experiments?" The voice was light and teasing, and obviously joking.

"William! Shut up! He's my assistant now, anyway. So it'd be like fucking you, which you don't want,I'd tear your human cells to little bits."

Birkin began to laugh convulsively as he entered the elevator."You're too much, Albert,enjoy!"

Sayle smiled and looked over his shoulder. "Sad, does that mean I'll hurt people if I have sex with them too? I mean, if we're the same and all..." He shrugged. "Guess girls probably wouldn't be able to handle it at all, hm?" He smiled again, as if the thought of no longer enjoying girls was sweet sorrow. "I guess you're stuck with me, then." He stuck his tongue out at Wesker playfully, and grinned.

"If I ever catch you in bed with another, you'll be in pain." Albert replied a sick possessive streak coming over him, and he hoped it was Uroboros."Not that I have right to own you, but you are my experiment." He said, grabbing the other by the wrist as he entered a room to the side which needed not only a retinal scan, but a thumb print, and voice recognition and his passcard to get in. "And no, there is no way to duplicate access to this door...."

"You think I'd try? I thought I wasn't allowed in restricted places, and this place seems awfully...restricted." Sayle watched Wesker open the door, a little put off by his possessive comment. He wasn't used to being owned, not by anyone. He sort of...did whatever he felt like, and that seemed like it was going to be a problem. "So, this place is...?"

Albert chuckled and pressed his hand to the wall, allowing the room to light up in a light green and red glow on several cells. Some were only bars, some were full glass equipmented, and some were only having a small looking glass to see into. "This is where the majority of our most dangerous successful experiments are kept." He said, walking all the way down the hall, not jumping at all as some of the experiments jumped at their enclosures to get at him.

Sayle jumped a couple of times, but after a bit he was expecting experiments to jump at him as well, though he still stayed behind Wesker. "Huh...interesting...is anyone in here...not outwardly mutated?" He couldn't see into the cells with the small looking glasses, but the ones that seemed less secure also seemed more monstrous.

"Just you and I." Albert replied, pointing to one. "That one is mostly normal on the outside, but of course, the eyes and the elongated teeth hanging over the lip, and not just the canines, but all of them sharp tell right away that they're very inhuman." He said, waving to said creature that only glared at him and let out a low growl before coming up to the glass screen it was behind and began rubbing against it like a cat would.. it was a monsterously odd sight. "Yes, yes, good day to you 901...you'll be fed in thirty minutes." The creature seemed to brighten up visibly at that and Albert laughed a little. "We have theory that someone who owns a cat in this building may have accidentally somehow managed to get cat hair or something of the dna in the viral strain we mutated that one with."

"Wow, what the hell? I guess he probably doesn't rub on people like that, though. He seems likely the bite." Sayle smiled at 901, but it didn't seem to be paying much attention to him. "Did you have a hand in creating all of these? Or just a few of them? That 901 thing seems to like you a lot..." It was eerie, being in this place. He sympathized with the caged experiments, and yet did not, since he was not behind glass or bars.

"I did yes, 901 recognizes me as its creator, therefore it is absolutely loyal to me and those who helped organize it's living." Albert replied. "Only three of these aren't mine and they're the ones that are lowest profile, I tend to be more risky than the other scientists here, it is, after all, my company." Albert said, typing in a quick passcode to a room on their right."Here's our next experiment." He said, leading the other into the room. "We're trying to enhance our soldiers, that way they have the t-virus strength without the virus, but they mutate anyway and this strain is different from the rest that have been tested." He nodded at the soldier in the room. "Please be seated on the stretcher." He said to them and they obeyed quickly.

Sayle moved behind Wesker, but at an angle so that he could still see what was going on. "Did you want me to take notes or anything? Or should I just observe for the moment?" It struck him as odd that he didn't seem to have a problem with the way people treated other people at this facility. All of the things in those cages had originally been human as well. Why didn't he care?

"Only observe right now, that way you can get a feeling for what we'll be doing while here." Albert said, strapping the Umbrella soldier down. He grabbed a virus laid out and observed it a moment. "After I inject him, he might either mutate or simply die or any combination of the two or something completely unmentioned, many odd things happen here." He said, injecting the other slowly. "And as of now, I can tell you that this virus.." He paused as it looked like the soldier was about to mutate as the eyes changed to look sickly green and like the irises were melting and the jaw fell slack. "May or may not yet be successful....."

It looked to Sayle like the soldier was just going to die. His eyes were the only thing that gave any outward signs of mutation. He pursed his lips as he watched, perplexed. "Do their eyes often change before they just die?" He wanted something spectacular to happen, but he was sure nothing like that would happen this time. It would have been interesting to see the solider mutate horribly, into something with teeth and claws and tentacles.

"No, I can't tell yet, it's still alive, the monitor above on the right states it's got a pulse." He called the soldier 'it' not because he was certain it was mutated far enough to no longer be classified as human. "No,no wait.." The creature flatlined and Albert sighed. "Well.. it died." And then suddenly the thing beeped back to life. "Oh come on, make up your mind!"

Sayle only raised an eyebrow, his arms crossed over his chest, as he watched from behind Albert. It seemed like this was actually a common occurrence, for the subjects to do odd things like this. "So then it mutated successfully, if it died but came back?" There weren't any other signs of life, other than the monitored heart rate, and that could have been any number of odd medical phenomena, completely unrelated to the virus strain.

Albert had a very short temper. He shrugged and walked over to the creature and backhanded it hard across the face. "Wake up you infected BEAST." He said, calmly before he shouted at it. To his enjoyment it made a gurgling groan and seemed to register what was said and granted Albert the life he so looked for in it. "There you are.." He unrestrained it and stood back. "Get up.." he ordered, and it got up. "Very good, now, go to holding cell 15.." And it left to do so, making him follow. "Ah, it's definitely successful, but, I'm worried at the range of just how much one has to tell it what to do."

Sayle followed closely behind. He was beginning to feel like a real assistant already. "Do you suppose it's capable of speech? It seems a little...mindless." It would certainly make a good soldier if it was capable of nothing but following orders without question. "I wonder something...it doesn't seem to have the level of loyalty that, say, 901 displays. Will this one listen to just about anyone, you think?"

"I don't know,try to order it around." Albert replied, feeling helpless as he didn't know."I've not used this strain before, so all of this reacting is new to me." He said, eyeing the other, "And keep it G-rated." He said, rolling his eyes, knowing the other was probably capable of making the poor soldier do many naughty or compromising things.

Sayle laughed. "You, soldier, stop right there. Now turn around." His voice was more commanding than he expected it to be, and the soldier actually stopped and turned to face him. He raised an eyebrow and looked at Albert. "Well, Albert, I think that could be a problem, don't you? If anyone could order these things around, they could definitely become a weapon for the wrong people. I wish I had paper. I'd write this down as your assistant." He smiled.

Albert narrowed his eyes and sighed. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small writing tablet and a pen. "Write it then." He pulled out his gun and pointed it at the experiment. "You realize I have to kill it now?" He asked, being sure the other understood how things worked. "It's a failure, it listens, but listens to anyone, but perhaps it listens to you because you are part of my company. Do we do further tests or do we exterminate it?" Albert asked,deciding he'd let Sayle make the call.

Sayle looked back and forth between Albert and his gun, and the soldier experiment, his lips pursed. "I think we should find someone equal to or less his rank, and see if he listens to them as well. If it does, then get rid of it. If it just listens to higher-ups, it may still be a success, yes?" He took the writing tablet and pen in hand, and scribbled down what he had seen in the experiment in the first place.

Albert almost pouted at not being able to kill the thing, as much as he liked creating monsters, killing them was a past time of his as well. He moved to a phone on the wall and paged for an ensign soldier and the captain to the room, and temporarily unlocked access to let them in for their test. "Well, they'll be here any moment."

"Do you suppose we will have to tell it not to attack? I mean, that is what it was created for in the first place. But if it attacks the soldiers as they enter, you'll get to kill it anyway, huh?" Sayle smiled and stuck out his tongue playfully again, but watched the doorway for the approaching soldiers. He sort of hoped it would attack, since that would at least be interesting.

Albert nodded and as the people he called for entered the room they didn't get so much as a word out before they were both ran at and under attack by the creature. "Tell it an order!" Albert shouted.

They both tried but the creature ignored them, suffering heavy injuries in the process, the ensign died quickly but the captain fought on, struggling to unholster his weapon.

Albert shot the experiment in the back of the head. "That takes care of that.." He said, smirking. He turned back around to call for clean up but heard a terribly screech as the captain began to mutate and left Albert no choice but to shoot him too. "That.. isn't necessarily good.. now we have to worry about contamination..." He paged biohazard cleaners and waited for them to arrive to explain the situation.

Sayle watched all of this with mild amusement and some surprise, wincing at the gun shots, since they were loud. "Well, that was eventful at least. Hm. Does that mean that it wasn't a complete failure after all? I mean, it didn't listen to them, and if you could make another one, and gave it specific instructions...hmmm..." He scribbled some more things on the writing pad, put the end of the pen to his lips, then remembered he wasn't supposed to do that anymore. "What do you make of it?"

"I make of it that we can not use that strain anymore due to what it does when infecting another. Sometimes while a strain may affect one a way, when entered to another being through violent means or even peaceful means it changes prespective and becomes violent to the creator." Albert said, frowning. "So no, not that one."

"Okay," Sayle consented, and made another small note on the pad. "What now, then? I mean, after the biohazard crew is finished here. We continue the tour elsewhere?" He felt he had had sufficient exposure to the sort of things they would be working with here, and was becoming a bit bored again. This time, however, he didn't think he could convince Wesker to have another fun ride in the elevator.

"Yes, if you want to. I suppose we could go and make sure I've nothing else planned, there was something about a missionary type of thing that needed to be taken care of, but I'm not sure if it's still an open assignment, they may have changed mind, they being the rest of corporate." Albert said, instructing the newly arrived crew on how to handle the infection.

Sayle didn't think he had ever seen 'the rest of corporate.' Since he had come here, he had seen a few soldiers, a lot of experiments, and Albert Wesker. "That person from the elevator, was he a member of corporate?" It occurred to him that he may have been doing a good job to destroy this man's reputation, if those men were truly the higher-ups of Umbrella.

"Yes, the was my colleague, William Birkin." Albert replied, "As well as Krauser and a few others who i don't really care to be around but their work is rather good so I keep them." He replied, stepping over the dead experiments and leading Sayle out of the room after he set the controls back to being monitored with passwords and codes. "So, let's go check on that mission."

Sayle smiled and nodded, falling into step beside Albert as they walked. "So this mission...are you allowed to tell me what it is? Or is it something secret and dangerous?" He was thinking of movies and stories and things like that, it was like it hadn't completely dawned on him that this was completely real. "We have to see them again then, don't we? Birkin, and those other people."

"Yes,we do." Albert replied,reaching a particular umbrella logo door,"And considering you'll be accompanying me, yes you're supposed to know about it. I don't know all of the details yet however."

As soon as they stepped into the room, Albert surveyed the large rectangular table and rolled his eyes as they hastily shut off some sort of tape they were watching as he stepped in.

"Albert! You're here! Took you long enough. We were uhh.. entertaining ourselves while you were away." Birkin said in greeting,grinning wholely at him.

Albert sighed. "Basically you were being a voyeur and watching my elevator footage, now, let's talk about the mission, please?"

"Sure sure, I understand, anyhow, we need you to go to the little outlet that we let survive and unleash the t-virus.. just the usual strain, it's the one city we haven't really been able to impact.There's a nightclub there where most of the people usually are and it will be easy to spread."

Albert frowned. "Why didn't you go yourself?"

"Because, they know me. They know I work for you, and therefor I am out of the question. And you,they only know by name." William replied, handing Albert a folder.

Sayle surveyed the room impassively. While he was a bit of an exhibitionist, he wasn't amused that the entire population of the room was having a laugh at the expense of himself and Albert. They were all rather undesirable to him, and he grew cold and haughty as he stood behind Wesker. He didn't say a word, though. He hadn't been spoken to, and this didn't seem like the kind of place to run his mouth. He was sure he would be in trouble if he did, and so would Albert.

Albert nodded. "All right then." He closed the folder and went to the tv they had been watching and ejected the tape."This, is not for fun viewing time." He said sternly, chastising them all. He slapped Birkin on the side of the head as he left the room.

"Ow! Albert you better watch it!"

Albert slammed the door in response and drug Sayle with him. "Well, let's get you dressed appropriately in more out-going clothing, which should have been supplied in your rooms, and then after we rest up a bit we need to be off on this mission."

"I'm a little surprised. This mission actually sounds like it could be fun. I hope those clothes are something I would actually wear to a club." Sayle grinned at Wesker, steering their conversation away from the fact that their little adventure in the elevator had been taped before it could ever go there. "And I really can't wait to see what you're wearing there." He smirked and looked Albert up and down openly.

Albert kept his face blank of emotion at the other looking him up and down. "Something normal." He replied, going to his own room first to check on the clothing left for him. He was liking the long sleeved black shirt and black leather pants he normally wore. "See? Normal for me. Now, go get dressed and I'll meet you back out in the hallway." He said, scooting the other out of his room while he began to strip and then dress again,topping his outfit off with his coat.

Sayle stared at his wardrobe with a mixture of concentration and hesitation. The clothes were alright, he didn't have a problem with them, he supposed. A pair of tight, white jeans, a dark blue tank top accented with silver glitter, and a white button-down shirt with pink pinstripes. The shirt he did not button, but simply wore over the tank top like a jacket. It went well with his sunglasses. He ran his hand through his hair as he looked at himself in the mirror, smiled, and exited into the hallway to wait for Albert.

Albert exited his room and nodded approvingly at Sayle's clothing. "Well, are you all ready then?" He asked, adjusting his jacket slightly. He thought the colors looked very nice on Sayle and felt that perhaps the setting of where they would unleash the virus might be another ploy of William's to be perverted and he sighed at the thought.

Nodding, Sayle stuffed his hands into his pockets, ready to follow behind his...supervisor? Lover? He wasn't sure what to call him, really. "You look good. Not very much different from usual, but you always look good. Black suits you." He smiled, hoping his comment didn't sound like a taunt. It seemed that Albert was a little on edge, and he was sure it was because of what had happened earlier.

"Which is why I wear it so often." Albert replied, looking at the other curiously. "Do you need to rest or should we get going?" He asked, wanting to know what to do next. He could go ahead and get going on the mission, that way he could show the other just how infected the world really was. He felt driving through streets of infected crowds might put the world into perspective for Sayle.

Sayle returned his curious expression, then a smile twitched at the corners of his mouth. "No, I'm just fine. We can go ahead and go." He was actually rather excited at the prospect of seeing the outside world again. He hadn't been in Umbrella that long - at least he didn't think so - but he missed being outside its bland walls covered in monotonous logos. "So, how do we spread the virus when we get to the club? Infect someone, and then let them infect everyone else?"

Albert nodded."Yes, about that. I'll inject some unsuspecting person and they'll mutate, and in turn the rest of the club will as well... and then the creatures will move out to the city." He said, smirking. "Not that there's much of a city left." He added, leading him out to another level of Umbrella, one that had large metal doors that required his access codes to open and they lead to a type of garage. He moved to an armored vehicle looking thing,it was large, sleek, black and bulky looking and looked formidable with the umbrella logo stamped on the side. "Get in." He said, climbing into the driver's side.

"That sounds easy enough, then. Isn't this vehicle conspicuous, though? With that big logo on the side?" Of course, if the city was already mostly infected, it wouldn't really matter if the people left saw the logo, he guessed. Distractedly, he wondered if the music would be any good at the club they were going to, and then decided it wouldn't matter because he probably wouldn't be there for very long.

"They wont notice." Albert said, cryptically, driving out as the entrance to Umbrella was opened and they were driving through a street filled with the infected who openly gaped at his car and reacted slowly while he drove through,sometimes having to literally run them off of the streets. "As you can see, no one really understands what is going on.."

Sayle stared out the window, his mouth gaping slightly. He hadn't expected to see something like this. "How are there still people here that aren't...?" It didn't bother him exactly, just surprised him. It only seemed impossible that there could be anyone left to infect. "So this is what Umbrella does. Huh. Interesting." He didn't look away from the window as they continued on down the road.

"Yes, and well you see, there are little pockets of survivors out and about. The only ones worthy of not being monsters are those who have been able to resist mutation. And they, are in our facility." Albert replied, having very very strong views about the world which he portrayed in his statement. "Where we are going tonight, there will be survivors there, trying to live a normal life in this club-like place. We'll see how they turn out."

Sayle imagined some of those people who had survived the outbreak of the virus here had ended up as creatures like 901, or other ones that he hadn't had a chance to see. It amazed him that people were trying to live a normal life at all when they were surrounded by things like this. How did they manage it? "Have they survived just because they have managed not to be bitten or anything like that?"

Albert nodded."Yes, but we're about to change that." He said, smirking as he stopped his car away from the club but up where the infected didn't seem to be able to get at it. "Come along now, and quickly, we need to break in." He said, motioning to a side window that was obviously boarded up.

"Wow, this place looks shadier than most of the places I've ever been in, and that's saying something," Sayle whispered, stepping out of the car and looking over the club. He assumed they couldn't just go into the club like everyone else because they wouldn't accept outsiders. It would be too suspicious. "So then...how are we getting in? Taking the boards off the windows somehow?"

Albert nodded and walked up to the building. He scanned the area and listened real well as he walked up to the boarded window. He then promptly kicked it in. "That is how." He stepped in and pulled Sayle in with him. "They wont notice." He said, the loud music making his head hurt a bit. "I've never understood the purpose of such noise.." He said irritably, dragging Sayle into the room teaming with hundreds of what appeared to be regular dancing people. He smirked. "Sayle dear, try not to play too much."

Sayle pouted at the comment, but was delighted that Albert cared enough to say something like that. "I'll try to behave...I suppose..." He was used to music like this, it didn't bother him much, but the volume seemed to be a bit of a problem. He disappeared into the crowd, losing sight of Albert rather quickly, mingling with the dancing people. They smelled of alcohol and sweat and sex, it was an environment he almost missed, but now he felt detached from it. The people writhed around him, and he cracked his neck and stretched, waiting for something to happen.

Albert found a rather willing target that approached him without the smallest worry. They pressed against him and writhed against him and he chuckled, seeing their bloodshot,obviously drug induced gaze. He pulled out the syringe and raised an eyebrow in question and they eargerly nodded. "This is what you want?"

"Oh yeah, baby, you know i want it. I haven't been high in so long.. I'm suffering withdrawls man." They said, pouting. "I got money man.."

"Don't worry about it, consider it a gift." Albert replied,looking around until he found Sayle. He took the junkie's arm and injected them swiftly, amused by how they seemed relieved and then all of a sudden began to jerk and convulse making him errupt in laughter.

"What did you fucking give me, that shit's hellacious!"

"You'll see." Albert replied, feeling particularly evil as he walked over to Sayle."See that? That's our cue to go..."

Once more, Sayle pouted. "So soon? I knew I wouldn't have any time to have fun. Dance with me later, okay?" He smirked and played with his lip ring again, then twined his hand with Albert's, leading them both toward the window through which they had come. "I assumed you wanted to leave this way. Do those people have any way of escaping the club?" If they got out, it would be rather difficult to make sure they got infected. But then again, there were so many on the outside already, they had little chance of escaping.

"I don't dance." Albert said in protest,looking around at the people dancing to see them start to mutate, one by one. "It's time to go." He pulled Sayle out of the window after climbing back out of it and was irritated to find his car swarmed by infected. He began shooting at them and they made a dead trail of infected people up until he was to his car where he promptly threw Sayle in through his door and drove over the carcasses. "That was fun." He said, laughing as the infected from the club began to pour out of the building.

Sayle laughed as he was pulled along, yelping at being thrown into the car, but still laughing after he had righted himself. "Actually, that was pretty fun. But I don't care if you don't dance. You're dancing with me. You took me to a club, and I didn't get to dance, so you have to make up for it." He smiled and swatted Wesker's shoulder as they drove along. "Is it that you don't know how to dance, or you just don't like to?"

"It's that we're not dancing." Albert said, trying to be stern, but he was in too good of a mood to be truly upset with the other, he enjoyed being around someone who didn't mind infecting large groups of people with him. "You can infect the next group, and I'll let you time it so you can dance." He said,as though it was a way to make up for the short time they spent out. He pulled back into Umbrella headquarters and stopped the car. "Now, let's get some lunch?"

Sayle smirked and didn't press the subject of dancing, but agreed to getting lunch. "I am pretty hungry, I guess. I don't think I've eaten anything today." He hopped out of the car and followed Albert happily. "What should we eat? I'm not picky, by the way. Everything sounds good to me." He put his hands in his pockets again. He hoped he didn't have to go back to the other clothes that he was wearing. These were so much more comfortable, so much like what he was used to wearing in the outside world.

"I don't know about you, but I want some fries." Albert said, surprising himself with how easy-going he was around Sayle. "You're ruining me, by the way." He said, to point out that he was very different around the other."I'm not sure if I appreciate that yet." He added, walking alongside the other as he made way to the office. "William, your mission's complete, the area is infected."

Birkin nodded. "Good! We have another one for you later, it's no rush,you'll have to take the plane for it though."

"Lovely." Albert replied before he left the office and went to his own rooms, bringing Sayle into his obnoxiously tidy bedroom. "I'm going to order for lunch, so what do you want?"

Sayle flopped back onto Albert's bed, and folded his arms behind his head. "Something with fries. It sounded good when you suggested it. I don't care what else goes with it." He pulled off his sunglasses and closed his eyes. "So...after we eat, will you dance with me?" He was determined. And if Albert wouldn't dance with him, then maybe at least he could dance for him.

"What part of I am not dancing with you didn't you understand?" He said, glancing at the other as he lay back on his bed, finding the sight to be welcomed. He ordered them a rather normal human meal of fries, burger and a coke and sent down the call. Their food would be there in half an hour about and he had time to sit there and sort through his thoughts, which was a task as he didn't know even where to start sorting.

"The part about why you won't dance with me..." Sayle purred, rolling onto his stomach and laying his head on his arms. "Do you not know how to dance? I could teach you, it's really easy. You'd have to loosen up a little, though. Dancing is about...flowing, and feeling, and moving..." He rolled onto his back again, but looked at Albert upside down. "Why don't you want to dance with me, hm...?"

Albert feared where the other was going with this. "I dance very well, but dancing is not a necessary thing, and I wont do it. Especially with the way I'm sure you're wanting to dance. I may be inclined to react out of the ordinary and I don't like being out of my element. I don't adapt well." He said, unable to keep his eyes from roaming over the other. "Besides, our food will be here soon."

"That's why I suggested we dance after we eat. And I see what it is. You just don't want to dance with me because you'll be obligated to fuck me if you do. You'll be incapable of resisting the urge to do so. Is that true?" Sayle grinned at him. "In that case, why don't you teach me how to dance properly. I don't know anything other than club dancing, and it seems like you do."

Albert blushed at the other's blunt tone and adjusted his shirt collar. "You think so very highly of yourself." He said, raising an eyebrow at the other, "Maybe I will teach you proper dancing later, after food." He said, crossing his arms as he looked down at the other.

"I really don't think that highly of myself. I'm only guessing from experience, and I know that I am attractive. But other than my looks..." He trailed off, his brow suddenly furrowed as if he was thinking of something unpleasant. "Anyway, you'll teach me to dance, then?" He smiled, but it was sort of half-hearted.

"I guess." Albert said,knowing he couldn't necessarily win the argument and he noticed the other's crestfallen expression. "Are you much all right?" He asked, sitting on the side of the bed and removing his long coat. He tossed it onto a chair that sat at desk in the corner of his room. "You look like you are terribly saddened for one reason or another."

Sayle offered another sort-of smile. "I'm not sad, no. I was just thinking...well...it might very well be true that I ruin you. I wonder sometimes if you really should be with me, or accept any of my advances. I am...a very destructive, selfish creature. And I think that I am pretty, but I think that's the only thing people ever really like about me." He stopped himself then and shook his head. "I'm sorry, you don't want to hear this shit. I'm just being a baby..."

"If you were just a quick fuck, I think you'd be out of my room by now." Albert said, hoping that his words, as blunt as they were, comforted the other. He lay back on his bed as well, in the opposite direction of the other. "You worry more than I do, which amuses me." He said, thinking it a useful tactic for the other.

Sayle's eyes widened, but he smiled nonetheless. Albert wasn't very good at offering comfort, and it made him want to laugh. He sat up and looked at Wesker, his eyes a bit happier than they had been a moment ago. "Surprisingly, that did make me feel better. I just...you do seem like an awfully important person here, I didn't want to do something to destroy the respect people seem to have for you." He sighed. "Anyway...food should be here about now, right?"

"It should, yes." Albert replied, nodding. "But worry not about my reputation, I own this company and all of its little facilities." He said, hearing the subtle knock on his door. He opened it and nodded his thanks as their meal was finally there. "Ah, finally, I am famished." He said, setting the plates at his desk. "No eating on the bed."

Sayle got off of the bed at once, but frowned in confusion. "Wait, do you mean that literally? You own all of this?" If that was true, then how was it that corporate got away with watching tapes of them in the elevator and laughing? And if he was really the owner, then Sayle was...well, sort of honored at being his assistant.

"Yes." Albert said, wondering why the other seemed surprised by the fact. "Which is why my colleagues know better than to really bother me about who I have in the elevator with me. They were teasing me because they know that I don't partake in intimacy and haven't since I was given Uroboros." Albert said, savoring a fry.

Sayle wondered why exactly it was that Albert had not been intimate with anyone since then. He himself didn't seem to have any problems with doing any of the things he had done before Uroboros, except maybe for keeping his own strength in check. He hadn't broken anything since the alarm clock, though. He wrapped his arms around his superior's waist. "You know, I remember you telling me that your room has no cameras...so then...if you teach me to dance, can I teach you afterwards?"

"Yes, I suppose." Albert replied, figuring the other would pester him until he said yes anyhow. He ate his burger and sipped on his cola and finished off his fries. "But, what kind of dancing did you have in mind exactly?" He'd remembered the grinding bodies at the club they'd gone to and worried that was what the other had in mind. He wouldn't be able to contain himself if that was the case.

"Actually, a long long time ago, I used to be into interpretive dance, which is really more like yoga than anything. But...the only other kind of dancing I know, I told you, is club dancing. But won't both of us need music? I know I will." It would be impossible to teach Albert to club dance without club music. He wondered what sort of dancing Albert would teach him, it was exciting. He could dance a bit, and when he was very young, he had been in ballet, but he didn't remember much of anything from that.

"See? There is where you're not getting lessons. I'm not putting music in my room. It's too loud and I hate it." He said, sipping his cola with a raised eyebrow. "Sorry darling, maybe some other day." He finished off his fries and kicked his feet up on his desk.

Sayle huffed and sat down on the edge of the bed, his arms crossed over his chest. "I didn't say you had to play it as loud as the club did. For your information, it hurt my head too." He pouted for a few moments, then uncrossed his arms and added quietly, "Couldn't you still teach me to dance without music

"Why are you so determined to get me to dance with you?" Albert asked, reaching over to toussel the other's hair. When he was certain it was efficiently a mess he sighed. "I suppose, I don't know where you plan to find music, however, if you can find music, I'll dance with you."

"I just like dancing, that's all. It's been a while since I got to, and dancing alone sucks." Sayle visibly brightened at Albert's words, though. He didn't know where he was going to find any music, really, but he had sort of an idea. "Albert, did I have any personal effects on me when I was brought here? An ID, a wallet, maybe an...mp3 player?" At one time, he had carried one in his pocket. If it had still been on his person when he was brought to Umbrella, it might be somewhere in the facility still, if he was lucky.

"Hell, all of your personal things were probably thrown out, dear." Albert replied, he and his co workers hadn't thought the other would need one. "It's also possible someone may have robbed you while you were passed out before the outbreak let loose on your city." He said, smiling. "See if you can find something on my computer." He said, motioning to the laptop sitting atop of his desk.

"Oh, well, that works too, I guess." Sayle blinked stupidly for a moment. It hadn't really occurred to him that someone might let him on a computer. He hadn't seen one in his own room, but that was probably because he'd only just gotten there. They couldn't really trust him yet. "So...we need something for you to teach me to dance to, which will probably need to be something with a proper beat. But it also depends on what you're teaching me. I'll just find something..." He mumbled to himself and chewed his thumbnail while he concentrated, his eyes flickering over the computer screen.

"Anything besides what you're used to." Albert said, knowing the other probably hadn't even ever heard proper ballroom music or anything that was worthy of a slow dance or a waltz. He probably only heard the fast hip thrusts of the pop-industry and the practical sex of rap. He felt though that the other would be very out of place if he were to dance as he knew how.

Sayle rolled his eyes and continued searching. It wasn't like he was going to try to waltz to club music. That would be damn near impossible. He wasn't familiar with many composers or anything, but he was looking for names that sounded more like composers than pop stars. It wasn't difficult. None of the music on Albert's computer was anything he was familiar with. "Why don't you choose something? I don't really know what I'm doing."

Albert laughed at the other's difficulty and chose something at random, more than likely he didn't know the actual composer, but merely liked the sound. "Come here then." He said, sighing as he was a bit embarrassed as he took proper, rigid stance,holding his hand out for the other to take. "I'm going to give you the woman's position, you're shorter than I am."

Sayle nodded, it made sense to him. He took Albert's hand, but was unsure what to do with the rest of himself. "Where does my other hand go? Your shoulder?" He was standing a short distance away from Albert. Was he supposed to be closer? "Hah, I don't think I was ever meant to dance like this. I feel awkward already..."

"How so? You dance where your hips are permanently glued to the hips of your partner, I don't see how you're not getting into this?" Albert pulled the other close by his waist and put him proper holding. "Now, we move,just let me lead you." He was turning red,he could tell, but he felt if he got this over with, then at least the other wouldn't bug him about dancing any longer.

To his own surprise, Sayle blushed as well. Grinding was a bit different, a different mindset, then being pulled flush against someone. He certainly felt the role of the woman as Albert's dance partner, but some of the color left his cheeks when he saw that Albert was blushing too. He nodded assent, nervous that he didn't know what to do with his feet, but tried to follow his lead without tripping.

Albert found he was actually having a bit of fun as he lead the other about his room, laughing as they tripped here and there and smiling truly for the first time in a while. He kept pulling Sayle closer and closer, not leaving him much room to maneuver with. "This song is almost over, you may go ahead with your own dancing techniques, I've shown you mine."

Sayle's wide smile made him look a bit like a child. "Are you sure? I thought you didn't want to hear that kind of music..." Not waiting for any renewed protests, Sayle scurried back over to Albert's computer to search for a suitable song. He finally found something with a pulsing beat and plenty of obscenities, but made sure not to turn it up too loud. Suddenly, he fixed Albert with a slightly predatory gaze. "Now, for my dance lesson, I just want you to stand still, unless you get the hang of it. And in that case, join in whenever you want..."

Albert briefly wondered what he had gotten himself into. He stood there like instructed and the confidence the other displayed both unnerved him and set him on fire with lust again. But he was able to quell it, he just wondered how much torment he was in for, the beat annoyed him,but he could see that with the boy's slender hips moving to it, he was going to have quite a time ignoring it.

Swaying in almost a snakelike manner, Sayle circled around Albert once, stopping behind his back for a moment and wrapping his arms around him. He slid his open palms down Albert's chest, just before disappearing again, only to appear in front of him again. This time his back was facing Albert, and he rocked his whole body from side to side in time with the beat. He turned and grinned, moving close so that their bodies were touching once more, then turned his back to him again. But this time, he ground his hips back against the other's, going past all suggestion to be completely blatant. "Got the idea? Club dancing is sex with clothes on..."

Albert had to restrain himself to keep from touching the other. He certainly couldn't and wouldn't dance back with him, but he desperately wanted to grasp those hips, to grind closer with him. "I am noticing this.." He said,his voice heavier than normal due to his aroused state which he was certain the other had to be highly aware of. He decided that this type of dance wasn't so bad after all.

Sayle turned around once more and wrapped his arms around Albert's shoulders. He whispered into his ear, "You're allowed to touch me back, you know..." He moved his arms and let his fingers slide down the muscled torso beneath Wesker's black shirt. "I know you want to. I can see it...I can feel it..." He pushed their hips together for brief emphasis.

Albert seemed edged on by the other's voice and grabbed at his hips, pulling him closer, grinding them together,letting his uneven breathing deepen and a low groan escape from his lips. "You do this on purpose.. to tease me, to make me break, don't you?" He accused, wanting to kiss those firm, lovely lips, to taste the other.

Standing on the tips of his toes, Sayle answered so that their lips were nearly touching. "Maybe...so what if I do...? I think letting your hair down, so to speak, is good for you once in a while..." And just to tease some more, he suddenly twirled away from Albert, out of his reach, continuing to sway and rock to the beat. The song was nearly over, and Sayle though Albert was probably running out of patience anyway. "Want me...? Come and get me..."

Albert was almost angry when the other moved away. And now that he saw he wasn't too far he felt Uroboros cry out, his whole body ached to join with his lover's. "Oh darling, you don't know what you've done.." He said softly, his thick voice silk to even his own ears as he slowly approached the other, he wasn't going to be rough, he was going to be passionate and loving, yet another thing he hadn't been in a long, long while.

Sayle shivered at Albert's voice, and began removing clothes as the song came to and end. The pink striped shirt and the blue tank top fell to the floor, and he looked up to give his lover a playful smirk, though at this point he knew he had him. He left his tight white pants on as he crawled onto the bed and lay on his back, running his fingers over the planes of his own body and playing with his piercings.

Albert climbed atop of Sayle and kissed him softly, tenderly and then he deepened the kiss, moving between the other's legs, removing his shirt as well, amused that this was the first time he'd been so very naked in front of the other, but he didn't mind. He was a finely built man and had nothing to be ashamed of. He undid his belt while he groaned into the kiss, his hands then slipped to the other's buttocks where he gripped and pulled Sayle's hips flush against his own.

The passion and deliberation of everything Albert was doing made Sayle blush again, his breathing already becoming uneven and excited. His eyes roamed over the body before him for a moment, taking it all in. It certainly was something to look at. He trailed his fingers softly down the middle of Albert's chest and stomach as he broke the kiss. "Albert, your body is beautiful..." Then he united their lips once more, a demanding and draining kiss.

"If only you knew what yours was...it's even better to feast ones eyes." Albert complimented, unable to keep the sweet comments from rolling off his tongue, he was thankful to have such a lover, one willing at all times, one who appreciated him. Not that anyone disappreciated him, but he felt this was more real than what the others displayed, their false admiration. He began to kiss that slender neck, and let his hands tug down those tight white pants.

Sayle's eyes widened at the compliment, it was very sweet. Sure, many had complimented his body before, but not in such a sincere way. He sighed as his pants were removed - it was quite a relief, and he wasn't wearing anything else under them anyway. He was eager for Albert, but the slow passion was all such sweet torment, he didn't want to hurry it in any way.

Alber pushed off his own pants and underclothing, letting it pile up beside them on the bed before he placed himself back between the other's legs, stroking the smooth flesh. He loved how the other's legs felt underneath his fingertips and loved how it felt to be allowed to touch someone who was so very similar and equal to him. He kissed his lips again and began to stroke his lover's hardened flesh, delighting in the pulsing hard warmth.

Sayle shivered at the touch, and groaned into their kiss as Albert's hand found his length. He couldn't have known, from the first time he met him, that Albert Wesker was capable of this kind of careful, passionate, affection. Sayle had been with very few people that treated him this way. He supposed this was what it was like, love. He bucked his hips slowly into the touch, sighing and whimpering in pleasure.

Albert wondered if he should taste the other in a more intimate manner. He'd only done so once and wondered what it would be like in these circumstances. He kissed down that slim chest and down that adorably flat stomach, and those sharp thighs and he nibbled the skin as he moved before finally he licked the tip of his length, and then began to suck lightly.

Sayle gasped audibly, then sighed, his slim fingers curling into the bedsheets. If anything, he should have been doing this for Albert. He was rather good at it, but he hadn't had an opportunity to prove it so far. His fingers slipped into Albert's slicked-back hair, though it was hard to get a grip on since it wasn't very long. He groaned and tried not to buck into his lover's mouth.

Albert let the other grab to his hair, while it was usually neat and well maintained,he didn't mind the other's fingers through it, this particular form of pleasure was one performed with delightful results from the one receiving it. He looked up to see that blissful expression and made his sucking a little tighter and more earnest in nature.

"Hn, Albert, if you keep going...I'll come before you get to do anything..." There was a note of pleading in his voice, but he didn't actually tell him to stop, nor did any of his body language indicate that Albert should cease his pleasuring. Sayle's grip on his hair tightened, and he moved his hips in slow, shallow circles.

Albert gave the other a few more teasing licks and nibbled along his length beore he began to stroke his thighs while he pulled away. "Well, we can't ave that nowcan we?" He asked while kissing back up the other's chest and stroking his length slowly while he positioned himself to enter the other.