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It was just another routine hunt.
After Wesker had enjoyed watching them struggle fiercely time and time again, only two Survivors remained on the field, with three generators still needing repair.
The air no longer buzzed with the annoying vibration of the generators. It was obvious no one wanted to fix them now. The Survivors' passive attitude meant he would have to spend time hunting them down one by one. It was utterly boring.
Fortunately, one Survivor quickly exposed her position voluntarily. She limped toward Wesker, looking quite young, holding an empty medkit.
Since the outcome was decided, Wesker looked down disinterestedly at the small human's movements, planning to interrogate her for the other's location to save time. He patiently waited for the inevitable pleas for mercy, only to be met with a question.
"Uh, the mastermind, do you know where Felix is?"
Wesker frowned imperceptibly.
"Why ask?"
"I haven't really run into him during this trial.He must be hiding... unsurprisingly." The Survivor, pale from blood loss, sighed in disgust and continued her rambling, "I really don't know what he's doing."
At that moment, Wesker caught a strange scent. It was thin in the air, not sweet, and it gently soothed the Irritable nerves of the Alpha caused by the long chase. He stared at the Survivor for a moment, confirming the pheromone wasn't coming from her.
"Stop. Tell me his full name."
The Survivor was startled when interrupted, not understanding what he was doing: "Felix, Felix Richter."
"Good. You can go." Wesker lifted his chin, gesturing toward the nearest generator, "Continue your repair work."
The domain for this trial wasn't large and lacked good hiding spots. Wesker easily found the other Survivor in the corner of the basement, and the other was completely unaware, still waving away the crows around him.
"Hiding in the basement isn't a good choice, Richter."
Because of the pheromones Wesker habitually released, enveloping the entire domain, Felix was dizzy. Before he realized someone had sneaked up, he was pressed against the wall by his neck.
The smell from behind was inescapable, like something had exploded in the basement. It was intense to the point of being terrifying. Felix wanted to hold his breath but couldn't stop the other gender's pheromones from prying open his nasal cavity. He could only cough repeatedly, begging not to be affected too thoroughly by the Alpha.
The answer was negative. The source of that spicy scent moved closer. Because of the hot breath sprayed on his nape, Felix realized Wesker was gently sniffing him.
This made him break out in a cold sweat.
He didn't dare turn around, or even open his mouth to speak, fearing the massive amount of pheromones would lead him to ruin, putting him in that pitiful state of being at the mercy of others. The two remained like this, and Felix hoped for a miracle, until Wesker spoke.
"Hm, any words?"
The other's voice sounded relaxed, different from his usual cold and ruthless demeanor. It seemed something had amused him, as he loosened his grip. Felix didn't expect to crumple weakly to the ground in that position.
No miracle happened. The world in front of him began to blur. Felix despairingly felt the heat of his body, as the floor of the basement felt exceptionally cold at this moment, reminding him that the process had begun.
His upper body was pulled up. Wesker placed him on his knees in a posture that could be described as gentle. His usual Ouroboros was put away, and everything presented a harmless appearance.
Then came the piercing pain. It happened too suddenly. Felix used all his strength to let out a scream, which then turned into a soft whimper.
The killer maintained the posture of injecting pheromones, pressing tightly against his back. The lower body temperature was transmitted through the clothes, bringing a bit of chill. This domain was endowed with the characteristics of autumn by the Entity—strangely, this was one of the few pieces of knowledge his confused brain remembered at this moment.
Then, a sentence drifted into his ear, with subtle teasing: "Just a temporary mark, to help you stay calm."
Stay calm? Why stay calm? After a few seconds of confusion for Felix, the sound of anxious running from above indicated someone was quickly moving away from this room. His other teammate was alive and knew everything that had happened here.
He should have thought of it earlier.
Felix had never hated his good hearing so much, and then this hatred turned into deep shame. His face burned where it couldn't be seen, and even his ears and neck began to redden, while his body got wet terribly against his thoughts.
The thought of wanting to be truly entered lingered in his mind, like bubbles slowly floating to the surface, or a group of noisy flies interfering with Felix's sanity, forcing him to make the worst choice.
That suffocating Alpha scent was so charming at this moment, and it was from Wesker. After the temporary mark granted him a brief awakeness,Felix's pupils uncontrollably dilated. His whole body ached, and the large amount of saliva secreted by his mouth made him choke on himself several times in a row.
In the high heat, he was already delirious. That wet and hot hole was jabbed at the emptiness by the alpha's huge thing through his pants, excitedly to the point of being obscene. Felix unconsciously frowned, holded the thighs and started rubbing.
"Please... please mark me..." Felix didn't actually know what he was doing, just saying it instinctively seemed to make him feel better.
Wesker gently stroked the bleeding gland, Illustrating to Felix: "I already did. However, I know that's not what you want." His hand wore gloves, and the blood of other Survivors on it had dried into powder, bringing gusts of pain when pressing the wound.
Not this? Being denied made Felix feel subconsciously a bit uneasy, and then Wesker's right hand reached in, like a Scissors opened the two sides of meat, stirring inside to find the angle. The inner walls naked in the air contracted unnaturally, swelling slightly from lack of satisfaction. At the end of the tunnel, a ring of flesh shyly remains closed, expecting an invasion from alpha.
Even being forced into a heat, Felix was a bit too much,wet.
"Don't move." Knowing Felix couldn't hear him, Wesker helplessly sighed, returning to the initial posture, slowly sending it in from behind, "Relax."
Felix was forced to open his eyes wide in the darkness, as if trying to Identify something. The deliberately slow insertion made everything more torturous. His body desperately tried to bothering him, and he struggled on the rough wall, breaking part of his nails, and cried shamefully because of it.
This was a clear pain, because it seemed a bit too narrow inside. Wesker belatedly discovered, compared to Felix's physique, his vagina was a size smaller, making the insertion very unsuccessful, and even bled a bit. But after checking, there was no terrible torn, they just accidentally broke the valve at the exit.
The pain seemed to make Felix wake up, but the pheromones circulating in his blood made him desperately long Wesker's touch. The result was the two thoughts fighting like mad in his head. Even a temporary mark, the lightly injected pheromones had a devastating effect on the omega in a high fever state.
The sound of the generators being fixed abruptly appeared in the air, awakened the last of Felix's conscience. This meant his teammate had successfully fixed the remaining three alone and would escape in dozens of seconds.
"Wesker..." he said Intermittently, trying to transfer the other's attention with clumsy attempts.
"Yes?"
"Just...please..." Felix couldn't speak. Half of him kept reminding himself that this was just a delaying tactic,while the other half screamed and wanted Wesker to completely mark him, to knot inside him, thus truly belonging to him.
Obviously not the latter. But if not this, then what?
"I know."
"But I won't. Sorry for that."
No matter what he had thought in his heart before, Felix could only hope he had heard wrong at this moment. The next moment there was a heat in his throat,and the death he was most familiar with, which was still so sweet after all this, just like the countless times before.
Endless black mist, followed by the warm campfire crackling beside him, telling him it was all over. Felix escaped from the lively crowd and touched the back of his neck and found it as clean as ever.
"Meg, have you seen Felix?"
"No, but I heard some noises downstairs."
"…what?"
"Nevermind."