Summary: On the eve of his reign, Wesker decides to take exactly what he wants. [WeskerxHarem]

For Kelsey and Bailee; because I corrupted you both. –heart-

~~~~~~Line Breaker~~~~~~~~

Leon woke up to talking and the worst headache he had ever experienced, which was saying a lot since he'd been knock unconscious so many times throughout all his missions. He forced himself awake, sitting up, rubbing out the grogginess in his eyes. He was surprised when he saw other people, a couple that he recognized.

Chris Redfield, Claire's older brother, was sitting at the opposite corner of their large cell. Leon had never met the man before, only seen pictures from Claire and the database when he looked him up. He looked worse for wear, dark bags under his eyes and his uniform was torn in places. Leon was surprised though; he hadn't seen pictures of him for a while, and the man had obviously been working out.

Sitting next to him was a woman that Leon didn't recognize at first but realized that it was Jill Valentine. Her hair was blond, eyes a pale blue and her skin was almost snow white. She was wearing a tight leather outfit, and it was unzipped slightly, showing a large, dark bruise on her upper chest. She, too, looked sickly as though she hadn't slept for a few days.

"Leon!"

He was cut off from looking around when he was assaulted; he saw a flash of red hair as he was pushed to the ground, wincing. His brain felt like it rattled around a bit, and he was nauseous but he felt better to see Claire herself; she was probably his best friend, though he sometimes wondered if they were closer than that.

"I'm glad you're awake. The guards threw you in here and you didn't wake up…we thought that…" she faltered, and he knew it was because the thought of losing anyone else scared her. She had told him about Steve, and he could only feel for her.

"Leon Kennedy?" Chris gave him a small smile, sticking out a hand. "Nice to finally meet you, though I wish it were under better circumstances."

Leon nodded, shaking his hand and nodding to Jill. He looked around again, seeing other people that he didn't recognize. There was a dark skinned woman with chocolate eyes, wearing the remains of a halter-top and shorts. Next to her was Barry Burton, which Leon smiled at and gave a nod. He hadn't seen the man in a couple years now.

"Hey, Kennedy." He leaned over, wrapping a large arm around his shoulders. "Looks like you're stuck here with the rest of us. Nice. Now we can all bond and become stronger than ever and be one big happy family."

He saw everyone roll their eyes, though a young-looking girl giggled. She had short-cropped hair and large brown eyes. He had a name on the tip of his tongue but couldn't think of it. Next to her was a lean man, his black hair slicked back, and he had a large tattoo along his arm. Leon didn't recognize him immediately since he was rather thin and sunken, but the tattoo gave him away; it was Billy Coen, who had been 'killed' when the Ecliptic Express crashed.

"What's going on?" Leon finally asked. "Where are we?"

They all looked down, weary. He suddenly wished that he hadn't asked, that he didn't need to know; the entire main members of the BSAA and Anti-Umbrella group were here. He racked his brain, trying to remember what he'd been doing last…He was investigating a report that a bunch of Snakes in the South America were growing abnormally large, and when he entered the jungle…that was all.

"We failed." Chris said darkly, his face full of bitterness. "We finally had Wesker where we wanted and he slipped through our fingers…"

"Wesker?" Leon echoed. He knew of the man, but not a lot; only that he was at Rockford Prison. "What's Wesker got to do with this?"

"Everything." This time it was Jill that answered, her voice brimming with hatred. "He's made a new virus; one that selects those it infects. If it rejects the person's genes, then they become majini. If it accepts them, they have powers like he does. But so far, in the past six years, no one has been accepted."

Leon paled, remembering that the majini were infected with the Los Plaga variation, Type 2. He had no idea that the former STARs Captain was such a huge behind-the-scenes element to everything. He knew from stray reports he'd uncovered that he had employed Ada both times he'd ran into her, but that was about it.

"Why are we all here then?" Leon asked, noticing the tension among them. "Where's Wesker now?"

Jill pointed to a camera in the hall outside their cell, directed directly at them. "He's watching us. Chris, Sheva," (the dark skinned girl made a little wave motion to show who she was) "and I had Wesker trapped inside of a fucking volcano, and we shot him with a Rocket Launcher. But he survived that too and brought the copter down. We passed out, and were the first ones here."

"He brought the rest of us in at different times." Billy muttered, sighing. "I have no idea how he found all of us. I was hiding in Ohio. But apparently the whole 'taking over as God' thing is going pretty well for him. I heard something about a bomb dropping in Europe."

Leon sighed, not believing what they were all thrown into. "This is insane…"

Claire nodded. "The only thing we know for sure is that whoever he brings in, he wants to keep alive for whatever reason…I hate to say it, Leon, but I'm kinda happy you're here. At least you won't have to suffer through the Uroboros."

"No one's going to suffer through it because we're going to break out of here and kill Wesker." Chris argued, real hope brimming in his eyes. "He underestimates all of us! We've always been able to handle unnatural things by ourselves, but together…"

Barry nodded. "Hopefully soon though if he's already dropping bombs…"

They all froze up when they heard footsteps. Leon waited next to Claire, his heart racing. Maybe Wesker had already visited them, but the dirty blond had never laid eyes on him before. And when he stepped into view, he was completely thrown.

The man was tall and lean, with a narrow face and in all leather. He had slicked back blond hair, and his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. What scared the ex-cop was that he just stared at them all and smirked. It took him a minute to recognize that he had two men beside him in black leather armor and bird-like masks.

He ignored them all though in favor of turning to his men. "Take them to the Ninth Floor, standard."

They unlocked the cell, and grabbed Billy and Rebecca (Leon finally remembered from the lists of survivors from the mansion). When the young girl struggled, she was smacked in the temple with a butt of a pistol. Immediately, everyone roared and went to attack them but Wesker stopped them by grabbed the man's head and crushing it.

Leon felt like his entire world just shattered, seeing the blood and bits of bone fall to the ground.

'That's…not possible,'

From all things he had seen, this was the one that seemed to break his mind. Rebecca was passed out, so the other guard picked her up gently as Wesker kicked the corpse outside the cell.

"Mr. Coen, Barry, follow after him please." He ordered, like nothing had happened, though there was no mistaking the challenging tone he used.

Billy immediately got up, eyes never leaving Rebecca's still form in the guard's arm. Barry glared at the ex-Captain but did so as well. It seemed that after that display, no one wanted to piss him off.

They left, though Wesker remained. He looked over them, eyes pausing on Leon. He suddenly wished he was either invisible or dead at this point.

"Ah, Kennedy. We never had the pleasure to meet face to face before." The blond drawled, smirking. "Ada has told me much about you…before Uroboros rejected her."

From what little information he had, the only thing that Leon knew was that this time, Ada wouldn't make a comeback and save his ass. He felt something pierce his heart and his eyes narrowed. He wanted to charge at the man, attempt to snap his neck, but a dark, overwhelming fear stopped him.

"What do you want with us?" Chris demanded, getting to his feet. From his expression, and his stance, this was nothing new, standing up to the inhuman man. "Why are we here, what're you going to do with Rebecca and Barry and Billy?"

Wesker raised an eyebrow at him but otherwise ignored him. "Since you're all here, you will be moved to a new room where you'll stay from this point on. For every time you attempt to escape, I shall break a bone in your body. Depending on how pathetic the attempt determines what bone I break."

"Are you going to infect us?" Sheva asked, not expecting a response, and all she got for the effort was a smirk.

"I'm glad this is all so revealing." Claire muttered, glaring at the man.

"Jill," Wesker suddenly said, causing the now-blond woman to flinch. "You remember your daily activities I had for you before your little reunion, correct?"

She somehow paled further, causing Chris to growl at the man as he took Jill's hand. 'What the fuck is all this?' Leon wondered, his brain feeling like it would shut down soon. 'What did he do to Jill, what's he going to do to the rest of us?'

"You'll resume those but you won't be alone." The supposed God continued, flashing his white teeth. "Everyone here will be joining you in some way. Unfortunately, Billy, Rebecca and Barry won't be rejoining us since they're currently being fed a new sample of Uroboros."

"You sick son of a bitch!" Claire snapped, seemingly forgetting that they were trapped inside of a castle full of majini and that Wesker wasn't any normal person, even by zombie standards. "I'll kill you!"

She ran at him, and Leon was amazed to see she slipped a knife from her waistband. He was even more amazed when the knife went through a leather-clad palm, before she was back-handed and the blond grabbed her around the waist, causing her to crash into him.

The once-Captain sighed, and they saw a flicker of annoyance spread across his face before it was gone. He pulled the knife out, the cut knitting itself together. Before anyone could blink, he wasn't standing there; Leon was frozen in confusion before he saw a glint of metal from the corner of his eye and he rolled them, feeling the knife enter through his shoulder.

"Leon!"

"Leon?"

Wesker chuckled darkly from above the agent, glowing eyes flickering to Claire briefly. "Such a noble action, Kennedy. Since you're in such a hurry to protect Miss Redfield, then you won't mind taking her punishment."

He hissed, knowing that under no circumstance would he possibly refuse. Claire meant too much to him, whether it be out of love or companionship. "Do your worst."

He wasn't really sure what made him do it, but a stubborn urge took over and he glared at the man, spitting in his face. He felt that he'd probably regret it, but didn't care. He just felt a little better that he'd been afraid before by doing this, even as he felt a hand wrap itself around his neck.

He felt a shudder go through him when Wesker just continued to smirk, dragging him out of the cell, ignoring the fact that Leon was grabbing at his wrist, trying to pry it away so he can breathe.

"No, Wesker, stop!" Chris yelled after them, trying to follow but they were locked in again.

"Leon!" Claire was pale, eyes wide. He wanted to reassure her, but he wasn't even sure what would happen to him at this point.

Finally, as they rounded a final corner, they entered a large, master bedroom. It was lavish and gorgeous, colored in darker colors. He probably would've appreciated it more if he hadn't been thrown into the room and his back connected painfully into the dresser. He then realized that Wesker hadn't pulled out the knife and he cried out.

The older male chuckled, stalking over to where he lay. "What a lovely noise, Leon."

He glowered at the man, fighting the pain and reaching behind him, ripping out of the knife. He felt blood trickle down his back, but forced himself on to his feet, panting. Though he told himself to remain strong, the look on his enemy's face unnerved him. Even with the sunglasses on, he could see he was getting a look-over.

"I've long wanted to meet you, Leon Kennedy." The man? said, watching him. "Somehow, you've managed to mess up my plans like Redfield, but there's always been an odd grace to how you did so…a darkness in your heart that Chris doesn't have."

"Bullshit." Leon hissed, casually taking a step back as he was trapped between the dresser and the wall. "Chris and I do what's right, what we're supposed to do."

"Oh, don't bother with all the justice drivel, I've heard it all." Wesker stopped once he was in arm's length. "But you don't do it for justice, Kennedy. Maybe at first, you wanted to, but once you entered Raccoon City, I've seen how you truly are. You want to survive, to live, and will do anything to do so. But then you got pushed into all this, all for some little girl that they didn't bother taking care of."

Leon faltered slightly. He remembered getting the letter that said Sherry had gone missing, that he was expected to still carry out his duties and then being shipped off to find Ashley. He had hated everyone there at base then; he had suffered through a lot for Sherry, fought Tyrants and Lickers, but the Government couldn't look after one teenage girl?

"How…" Do you know all this?

Wesker shook his head, reaching up and removing his shades. The smaller male didn't look, afraid of what he might see, but didn't get a choice. His jaw was roughly forced up, and he stared. He wanted to be surprised, but he wasn't; the orange eyes seemed to fit him, unfortunately.

"Now, moving on to your punishment." Leon flinched, remembering what he had said about bones; still, he would gladly defend Claire, or anyone that was stuck here with him. This was about survival, and that meant they needed each other. "I knew either Chris or yourself would be the hero, and you didn't disappoint me, Kennedy."

"Hero complex." The younger man said sarcastically, wishing he could look away from the man's glowing eyes. "I don't usually think about it."

Wesker tilted his head up further, his eyes suddenly serious. "I suppose I also owe you for your little rebellion in the cell…"

'Knew I'd regret that,' he thought, wincing when he was thrown back into the dresser and held there, feet dangling a couple inches off the ground. Leon clawed at his wrist again, able to breathe but panicking. He usually was fine facing things; he had fought Krauser, Saddler, William Birkin. But none of them intimidated him like Wesker.

He was frozen when he was suddenly kissed.

Leon tried to argue, yell, push the other away but it just seemed to make it worse; it made him realize just how powerless he was. Wesker was relentless, their teeth clattering together and his tongue being forced to rub against the others. Still, the worst thing about it was the fact that it wasn't bad. Sure, he didn't want this, but it didn't hurt, wasn't unpleasant, and he wasn't bleeding or something. Had it not been for the pain in his back, the ex-Cop probably would've liked it even more.

Finally, the leather-clad male pulled back, grinning at the look on the other's face. He was flushed, breathing hard and Wesker could smell how afraid he was, hear his heart racing. Yes, he had been waiting to meet Leon S. Kennedy.

"Wha…why did you do that?" Leon snarled, gasping when he was released and fell to the floor.

"As I recall, you were a cop for Raccoon, right?" Wesker asked, his boot coming down on to Leon's chest. "Hmm, wish I had stuck around long enough to see that…so, to make up for the time we could've had, from now on, you shall call me 'Captain'. Understood?"

"W-what?" Leon gaped at him, sure he had heard wrong. Suddenly, maybe having a broken arm or rib would be worth it.

He heard and felt Wesker growl, and suddenly, the boot was off his chest, only for it to kick him in the side. He coughed, tasting a hint of blood on his tongue. Whatever he felt before, it was nothing right now. He could see something in the other's eyes, and he suddenly realized how he was being looked at.

Lust.

"I-is that why you're keeping us all alive?" Leon snarled at him, after he made sure his jaw was still attached to the rest of his body. "We're supposed to sit here so you can use us as your harem or some shit?"

He actually seemed to ponder this. "Somewhat. After all, what's the fun of owning a world without a couple deities?"

"I'd rather die!" the agent argued, waiting to be kicked again. "You're fucking insane, Wesker!"

Leon waited and waited, seeing the ex-STARs frown and shake his head, reaching into a pocket of his trench coat. The dirty blond felt uneasy when suddenly, he held up a needle.

"What are we going to do, have a knitting contest?"

Wesker didn't answer, punching him in the face. Leon yelped, not expecting the sudden attack and was amazed that he hadn't bit his own tongue off. He felt in a crumpled mess, spitting out a wad of blood as he was forced on his back with Wesker sitting above him.

He couldn't help it; his face flushed. The leather didn't hide anything, and Leon was thoroughly shocked when the older man ripped off his belt and used it to tie his hands together. 'This better not be going where I think it is,'

"Last chance, Kennedy." Wesker purred, bringing the needle uncomfortably close to one of Leon's eyes. "I'd hate to do this, you have such pretty eyes, but there's only so much even a God can take."

Leon felt his breathing getting quicker, trying to watch as the bit of metal came closer. "W-what do I need to do?"

He smirked. "I already told you."

He hesitated; it went against everything inside of him as both a cop and a human being to give into the other. 'God my ass, this man is a demon.' He felt like he was swallowing his tongue, his throat suddenly dry.

"C…Captain. Captain Wesker."

Leon nearly jumped out of his skin when Wesker threw the tiny weapon away and began chuckling. It felt odd, since he hadn't bothered to get off of him and instead, leaned down, their noses brushing.

"With Chris, I want to hurt him, make him regret that he survived the mansion incident. But with you, Leon, I've decided that I would keep you around as a pet. Maybe I'll even give you a collar to show off to the rest of them, hm?"

Leon tried his best to glare at him. "Like I said, Captain, I'd rather die."

"I don't believe I was asking."

He kissed him again, but this time was different. Wesker wasn't trying to scare him, he had already succeeded long ago. This time, the younger male knew that he would make due on his word and treat him as a pet; and from the way his hand was creeping down his shirt, Leon really didn't want to know what defined a 'pet' to Wesker.

~~~~~To Be Continued~~~~~~~

There; I have written it, dammit, and I can move on! :3 Please give me some critique because I feel really iffy about most of it…I'm not sure if it makes sense or not…plus, I'm kinda stuck on what Wesker could call Leon? Leon, Kennedy, kitten, what? :o HELP!

ALSO: I'll tend to focus on Leon and Wesker because that's my favorite pairing of ALL Resident Evil. :D So, sorry, but I'll write other pairings, obviously, since it's a harem fic. I'm surprised that I haven't found one for Wesker yet...anyway, lemme know what other pairings you want to see, after Leon's turn. :3

MRIMO