Resident Evil (Set Between RE4 and RE5)
Albert Wesker x Uroboros
Warnings: Dubcon, restraint during sex, tentacle sex, briefly mentioned aphrodisiacs, canon typical violence
Word Count: ~2,800
Albert Wesker's work on the Uroboros Project thus far has been largely unsuccessful. This night starts off no different, until a small mistake leads to a...fascinating encounter with his creation.
In short, he fucks it.
(PS, Albert is trans, FtM)
The first strain of the virus was weak, simply too fragile to exist outside of a human body making it impossible to spread, a failure. The second was capable of surviving for up to three days on most materials but had a tendency to mutate too quickly making it hard to control and ultimately useless for Wesker’s goal. The third try seemed promising, facing neither of the issues of the first two and seeming to possess a certain animalistic quality, congealing into a cohesive unit capable of moving on its own, an absolutely thrilling discovery and cause for celebration throughout Tricell. That was until they found that the virus seemed utterly uninterested in infecting bodies and would instead simply move to the warmest spot it could find and lay there basking like a small ugly snake until it eventually died. Wesker had spent months trying to coax any other behaviors or interests out of this strand, and could sometimes be heard late in the night when all employees were supposed to be home screaming and the unambitious globs he had masterminded.
Trial and error, trial and error, months and months of progress that would be suddenly ripped away whenever new issues were discovered from each version of the strand. Albert was better than this, he knew he was, and tension began to take root between him and the other scientists he knew must somehow be sabotaging his work through their incompetence. By the time they had made it to the latest version of the virus the project had become something to fear around head corridors, not only for the difficulty of the project itself but the nightmarish turnaround rate and fearsome reputation of the man spearheading it. Wesker had never been one for socialization or trying to make friends, but there were more and more days he felt himself brought down by the way other scientists avoided making eye contact or left at least six feet of space between themselves and his table during meals. He told himself the others were frightened by the superiority and physical changes the prototype virus had on him and not his piss poor attitude and social inadequacies. He believed it less and less.
Albert was growing weary. All the scientists on the project were but they all toiled on terrified of the repercussions that would come from Albert and their higher ups if they gave up, and so today like so many days before the exhausted group of five lead scientists, plus Albert stayed after hours playing with the newest version of their virus. So far they had seen no major faults, but tests on animals had yet to begin and no one was holding their breath. Each scientist sat at their own respective desk, a small petri dish in front of them as they conducted minor tests, seeing if the substance reacted to certain chemicals, heat, and other stimuli. The room was silent and a dreary air could be felt by everyone as they half heartedly completed tests with the exception of Albert who still forced himself to put all the intensity he could muster into the tasks.
As Albert remained in a state of complete focus on his work, the other scientists slowly began to look to one another, each one too tired to continue working but simultaneously terrified at what the head researcher’s reaction would be to them leaving for the night. Albert had ripped into them all at least once or twice for something, and as his behavior became more unpredictable as the work and failures went on each knew that anything could potentially send him flying off the handle. But still, the laws of their biology were more powerful than the laws of their head scientist, and one man finally broke.
“Ok, I think that’s as far as I’m getting tonight, I don’t know about the rest of you but I need to get some sleep if I’m going to get anything done tomorrow.” Dr. Lawson sighed as he began packing up his equipment.
Every other scientist immediately turned to Dr. Wesker to see his reaction to this statement, holding their breath unsure of what would ensue. Albert didn’t even look up from his petri dish and instead mumbled something about not forgetting to lock the fridge as they left. A collective sigh of relief was heard around the room, and the other scientists quickly began cleaning up and preparing to clean up for the night. Lawson smiled, pleased at his superior’s lack of reaction, and turned to move toward the large lab refrigerator only to immediately run into a coworker who moved too quickly across the laboratory, eager to leave as soon as possible.
The sound of the scientists' mutual apologies was overshadowed by the sound of glass breaking, a vessel containing an uroboros sample crashed to the ground, and the black substance splattered across the floor and onto the shoes and pants of the two researchers. Again, all eyes turned to Albert as he turned to the group, fury releasing itself across his face but any cry of anger he was about to muster was diminished by a sudden scream of pain from Dr. Lawrence.
The sample that had previously covered Dr. Lawrence’s shoe had somehow within seconds managed to creep halfway up his calf, gliding smoothly like a snake across the fabric before rearing back and plunging itself through the fabric and into the researcher's flesh. Blood immediately pooled from the wound and Lawrence stumbled backward as the sample penetrated his flesh repeatedly, spreading itself further and further up Lawrence’s limb and quickly to his hip. As the man flailed in pain and confusion he fell back onto a coworker who still sat dumbfounded at their desk. They tried to push Lawrence away and flee to the other side of the room, but the sample had already enveloped Lawrence’s back, ensuring that the other scientist’s efforts only managed to allow uroboros to latch onto their hand. They squealed and ran for the office sink, abandoning Lawrence who now lay on the ground too weak to fight back against the sample that continued to expand across his body. This too would prove only to worsen the situation though, as in their blind panic the researcher managed to run into several other coworkers on their way to the sink, allowing the fruit of their labor to begin quickly forcing itself upon all of their flesh.
Albert made no move to save his colleagues as the sample began enveloping them, and instead stood and watched, awestruck, like a man seeing a life changing work of art before him, and to him it most likely was. Shiny tar-like substance forcing flesh to become one with itself, something superior to the lifeform it served before, and gaining mass with each substandard entity it consumed. The screams of pain and terror sounded like a choir of angels to Alberts ears as he watched something with the potential to make him a god, no, become a god with, formed before him. The organism grew and the cries quieted. The mass shifted, perhaps trying to observe the world around it for more to consume before going still. Albert stared at it. Perhaps in its own way it was staring back.
And as the shock subsided a smile grew on Albert’s face. This was it, the moment he ascended, and this creation was what would help him though it. He stepped forward. Would it be painful? Most likely. Would it destroy him? Perhaps, but he would become something better. Would it kill him? No, he was beyond that now, death was not standing before him, but his future. He reached a hand towards his creation. Like Adam and God, he thought to himself.
And as Adam would, the creation reached back.
Thin tendrils wrapped around Albert’s fingers, warm and soft, almost like snakes curiously trying to understand what they were observing. Something like them, but not quite the same. The mass moved closer, extending more arms towards their maker, wrapping around his arms and shoulders gently, but with weight an intention behind the action. Albert allowed them to explore, taking in the glory of the moment.
And then he was pushed backwards.
Fortunately, the mass had quickly positioned itself behind him so he did not collapse into the hard linoleum floor. Unfortunately, this allowed it to quickly restrain him, the tendrils that had enveloped his arms and legs rejoining the larger portion of Uroboros to keep him held on the floor. This was certainly not how the meeting was supposed to go. Albert was supposed to take power over his creation before embodying it, not the other way around. But his superhuman strength was lacking against this new power. Even when he managed to tear the tendrils that held him, more would form from the central body to restrain him.
“No!” He angrily cried, beginning to kick his legs as there was nothing else to do. “I am your master, you will not do this to me!”
And to his surprise uroboros did react to that. It grabbed his legs and pulled them into the air, holding him upside down, arms still held downwards. The sudden dizziness temporarily kept Albert from recognizing that the tendrils holding his legs were venturing further, around his calves and up his thighs. Only when the tip of one kissed against his folds did he become concerned. He tried to shake the leg it was expanding down from.
“Stop that, that’s enough- oh!”
While he had been distracted, tendrils from the other side had crept up his body and began caressing his chest, squeezing slighting around him, just enough to create pleasant pressure, and running over his nipples teasingly.
This had not been a consideration when Albert had been working. Viruses didn’t mate in sexual fashion, but recently he had to admit he had strayed from purely viruses. He had begun to insert any genetic material he thought might be beneficial and maybe become less concerned with potential repercussions. Afterall, what couldn’t he deal with after becoming more than a man? Apparently this, he realized, as a second tendril poked up against his sex.
Albert managed to close his legs, blocking more concerning areas of himself from being reached, but this didn’t seem to phase uroboros. It continued running long arms up and down his sides, around his legs, and even began caressing his neck.
Albert figured if he could just hold out until someone realized something was wrong he could- no, suddenly he was being choked.
A large tendril around his neck had suddenly squeezed down around it forcing him to cough, gasping for air. In this moment a new arm forced itself into his mouth and down his throat. Albert shook, trying to bite down, trying to force it out, but nothing seemed to damage or disway it. In fact, he had accidentally provided uroboros with a new opportunity. His legs were pulled apart and his warm body left open for a new tendril to invade. He gasped as he felt it push into his cunt, but could no longer fight back.
The more he struggled, the more air was withheld, and while he wasn’t sure how much he actually needed it anymore, some instinct left over from his previous existence would cause him to mentally freeze, doing anything required to get more air. As he tried to fight with the animal calling, the arm inside him began slowly dragging itself in and out of him, filling him completely and pushing against his insides before backing itself out and making his body ache for more. As it maneuvered in and out of Albert’s body he could feel his insides becoming wetter and wetter, and a sweet smell started to fill the air. The tendril was secreting something, something that allowed it to more smoothly explore his insides, something that Albert couldn’t admit made the sensation quite enjoyable.
At this point he definitely wasn’t in his right mind. Hanging upside down, struggling for air, and feeling a familiar fuzzy arousal in the back of his head, Albert realized that escape might not be possible. As this thought crossed his mind he felt the tip of his bottom growth gently flicked. He gasped and tried to curl in on himself, but his body was pulled apart even more firmly. A second experimental flick pulled a small moan from him, and with a third, his vision went hazy with arousal.
Uroboros seemed to pick up on this, and began using it’s smaller tendril to jerk Albert off as it kept fucking into him, now speeding up ever so slightly as his body began relaxing into it’s touch. At the same time the tendril in his throat was pulled out, allowing his sounds of pleasure to be heard more freely. Albert shut his eyes and tried to think through what to do. But it felt so good having his body stuffed for the first time in…a month? Two, when was the last time he…
“Oh yes!” He gasped, back arching in mid air as it quickened the pace, stretching him perfectly and wrapping around his entire length, squeezing it tightly. He was slowly maneuvered right side up, arms now behind his back but allowed to rest on his knees as he was filled.
You know what, maybe this wasn’t a problem, he considered. Maybe it wasn’t the glorious meeting of creator and creation he was expecting, but it was…something. Something that left him hot and dizzy and panting for the first time in years. Something with another he didn’t consider below him or a waste of his time. And it was doing such a good job making him feel good, when was the last time he had that?
As he began relaxing into the idea Albert began bouncing on the mass inside him, encouraging it to fuck him faster, harder, deeper. And excitedly it obliged. It was so lovely how it shaped itself just for him, big enough to leave him perfectly full when it was inside, but never painful or overwhelming. No, but it left him desperate for more. More sensation and more touch, oh god when was the last time he had been touched? Now it was everywhere, his arms, his chest, his waist where the tendrils helped push him up and down, and it was so perfect. He threw his head back and cried out in pleasure as he felt a new sensation, heat and wetness filling his body. And at the same time he felt himself peak, and fell onto his back, into the mass as it surrounded him.
For a moment he was enveloped. Heat and pressure everywhere, when he moved it moved with him. It was outside of him, inside of him, and rubbing against everything he was. He had cum moments before but this alien sensation was threatening to pull another orgasm from him already. It was everywhere. His creation, everywhere, and he was at the center of it. Everything fell into place as he lost consciousness.
The pleasure he had experienced that night making love to his creation certainly did not minimize his displeasure upon waking up though. Albert was rarely pleasant upon waking to begin with and to do so half naked on a cold lab floor did not make things any better. He grumbled as he pulled himself up only to notice that the powerful mass that had overtaken him last night was gone. Lumps of black gelatinous substance were stranded around the room, but none were bigger than a cat and they did not move with the same fluidity and power of last night. At most they tried to drag themselves around the room, and the majority of them simply pulsed weakly.
Albert pushed himself up, hoping to contain a few of them and see if they could be resuscitated, but an odd feeling in his torso stopped him. He looked down. His stomach was now bloated, weighty. So that’s where the rest of the mass went, curious.
Normally he would be quite upset but maybe this was promising. It was interesting at the least. He would call in staff to collect the weakened bit around the room, but doubted they would be of much use to him. No, what he truly looked forward to was the internal testing he would begin himself, the sooner the better. He could feel small movements from inside of him, almost as if the thing in his womb was as eager to start as he was. Albert smiled. He would start with an ultrasound.
