Author's note First off I do not in any way own Resident evil or any of the characters nor do I own Nickelback. This is my first fan fiction so please be lenient with me. If you don't like the pairing of Claire Redfield and Wesker, please don't throw things at me. Enjoy the fan fiction!

Claire came into her small apartment and threw her motorcycle helmet onto her couch fixing her fiery red ponytail. She glanced at her TV she had been sure she had left it on. Someone has been here. The paranoia set in. She ran into her bedroom and looked under her bed. She let out sigh. Nothing there. She laughed at herself. She went back to the living room switching on the TV to her favorite rock radio station.

"Nickelback must be going on tour." She muttered as she heard the song into the night by Nickelback playing. She started to sing along as she went into the kitchen. She instantly noticed the window was wide open. The breeze blowing her hair back. What the Hell? I know I locked that window and it was not open when I left. She closed it shaking off the feelings of paranoia. She opened her fridge grabbing some juice. As she poured it over into a glass the music stopped as the TV was switched off. She quickly put the glass and juice in the fridge and that was when she noticed the unopened bottle of scotch on the top shelve. That just confirmed her suspicions. She wasn't legally old enough to drink not that she hadn't anyway but Chris didn't know that and he would never leave alcohol in her fridge. She crouched down behind the island that was in the middle of her kitchen. She remained crouched as she slowly tiptoed to the doorway of the kitchen. She risked a peek around the corner sticking her head slightly around the corner. She snapped back quickly not believing what she had thought she had seen. Now she was hoping she hadn't saw that. She quickly looked again. She just stared with her mouth hanging open. In her living room sitting on her couch was Albert Wesker. She pulled back hoping she hadn't been seen but just as she did she heard him call out to her.

"Redfield." She climbed over the island silently cursing to herself. She threw the window open with the full intention of jumping out. She hesitated. That is a long drop. What the fuck was I thinking? That man isn't really there. I am just having a nightmare while I am awake. She had had numerous nightmares since Rockfort. It had only been about a month since the incident. Chris had been very worried about her and crashes on her couch every weekends He lived just thirty minutes away. He normally dropped by every weekend. She closed the window and could a deep breath. She walked out into the living room. Her eyes widened as she saw Wesker again. She tried to scream. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. She blinked several times and shook her head. She backed away and finally found her voice.

"Hot Damn."

"Miss Redfield come over here." She ignored him and continued to back away. She grabbed her cell phone out of her pocket. She had halfway gotten a message written out when Wesker ran over to her with his superhuman speed and snatched the phone out of her hand.

"Give that back." His lips twitched into a small smile. It disappeared as he glanced down at the phone the message had been going to be sent to Chris. He threw the phone into the wall shattering it.

"Sit down." When she didn't respond he grabbed her arm with one leather gloved hand. She instinctively flinched as the cold leather touched her bare skin. Her heart rate quickened. "Now." He said pushing her onto the couch. He sat down next to her and she moved as far away as the couch would allow. She turned her head away from him not looking at him.

"What do you want?"

"Look at me." He demanded. She refused to and she almost immediately regretted it when he moved closer pressing her into the arm of the couch. She turned her head to face him.

"What are you doing here? Chris has pretty much not been here in a month. I pissed him off and now he doesn't come around anymore."

"Don't lie Miss Redfield." Her bangs were hanging down her eyes. He reached out to brush them back for her but she blocked his arm. He grabbed her wrist and used his other hand to brush her bangs back.

"Don't touch me." She hissed jumping from the couch just to be tackled to the floor.

"I will do whatever I want. What do you think I want Dear Heart?"

"If you would kindly let me up and get off of me so I can breathe I will tell you." He laughed.

"You will tell me but I will humor you." He said and got off her. He reached down to help her up. She disregarded his offered hand. He reached down farther grabbing her hand anyway and helped her up.

"You are here because you hate Chris and want to use me to draw Chris to you. Also you hate me and will probably kill me."

"What makes you think I hate you?"

"The fact you tried to kill me."

"I never tried to kill you."

"Yeah you did not even a month ago."

"You are alive aren't you?" She fell silent.

"Yes." She answered.

"Then I never tried to kill you."

"Then if I am wrong enlighten me as to why you are here." She said. She could feel the burning glaze of his red eyes looking down her body. She shivered.

"I think we both know why I am here." He said trapping her in the corner her without touching her his face was so close to hers it would be so easy for him kiss her.

"Chris is not here. Now Leave." She said firmly. She knew he wouldn't listen and if she wanted to get out of this alive she was going to have to put up one hell of a fight. Her brother's S.T.A.R.S. knife her had given her was strapped to the back of her waist. She started inching her hand towards the handle of the blade.

"I'm not ready to leave you just yet." He said before taking a deep breath. He could smell her favorite perfume. Vanilla sugar. He pressed her into the wall pinning her hands above her head. He breathed in again smelling a hint of a male's cologne that was not his. She flinched as his nose brushed against her neck. For some reason the other man's cologne being on her upset him. He didn't show it just put to the back of his mind.

"Please go." She whispered squirming against his hold.

"You are wearing perfume. Were you out on a date?" Leon Kennedy. She had been with Leon Kennedy he was almost certain of it.

"No." He laughed and released her wrists to rest his hands on her waist.

"Leon Kennedy. You were with him."

"And if I was. What difference does it make?"

"Exactly so there is no reason not to tell me."

"Yes I was with Leon. It was nice to talk to him under normal circumstances." "Is talk all you did?"

"Yes."

"You don't get his cologne on you by just talking." He said cupping her cheek with one hand and stoking her hair. She blushed. She grabbed her knife and attacked. He grabbed her wrist and squeezed causing her to drop the knife. He kicked it away and grabbed her by the throat. "Tell me just one more thing." The leather was much warmer now. She began trying to pry his hand away from her throat. He loosened his grip and smirked as she grasped for breath. When she got her breath she spoke.

"What?"

"Do you like Mr. Kennedy?" She closed her eyes.

"No. He just hugged me he hadn't seen me in a long time."

"Are you lying?"

"No. He is in love with someone else. This really doesn't matter. You need to leave."

"I will leave you when I am ready. Do you want to make me ready?" He asked.

"Go to Hell." She screamed. He tightened his grip pressing her into the wall.

"You don't mean that."

"What the Hell do you want from me?" She managed to choke out.

"You know what I want." He said before kissing her neck softly almost hesitantly kissing her neck leaving his hand in place not loosening his hold her. She let out a small, soft, involuntary moan. She likes it. She wants it. Screw Chris. I want it. He kissed her neck repentantly growing more and more confident loosening his hold on her neck as he became more and more intense. He put his hands on the wall trapping her. He started moving up her neck with his kisses until he stopped just long enough to look her over and start to move his lips close to hers to kiss her.

"Stop." She screamed trying to push him away

"I am going to give you an option. It really doesn't matter either way I will get what I want. You can peacefully allow me to continue or we can fight and I will probably take what I want anyway. You do not want that. We wouldn't want to cause anymore bruises." He said his lips so close to hers that they were practically touching. He halfway expected from the look on her face for her to close the small gap between their lips. She didn't and that disappointed him.

"What if I like bruises." She whispered.

"What?" He said grabbing her chin roughly forcing her to look at him. She held back tears not wanting to seem weak to him and instead delivered a blow to his jaw knocking his sunglasses off revealing the glowing red eyes that had haunted her for a month or more. She could feel the intensely of his burning gaze on her and she shoved him as hard as she could back. Assuming her actions reflected her answer he grabbed her arm and threw her down on the table and in the process in TV was turned on. The volume was turned up as well.

"No." She screamed. Nickelback's lead singer's voice filled the room. He was singing S.E.X.

"S is for the simple need. E is for the ecstasy. X is just to mark the spot. Because that is the one you really want. Sex is the answer it is never a question, 'Cause yes is the answer or the answer is yes. Not just a suggestion if you ask the question, Then it is always yes." Wesker turned the TV back off holding her down with one hand. He jumped up his body now covering over hers. She couldn't run. Red eyes met Blue eyes and she calmed down unafraid. I can't believe his eyes the eyes that haunted me now calmed me. He smirked knowing the song.

"No is a dirty word. Never gonna say it first. No is just a thought that never crosses my mind." He whispered in her ear. She shivered. He licked her neck before he began kissing it again.

"Hmm." She moaned and he felt her hands run down his back but he didn't believe it. She was touching him back. He grabbed her thighs pulled her closer to him. Her thighs were shaking in his hands. I'm almost hysterical. I need this. He wanted more substantial prove she wanted him no matter wait she said.

"There is scotch in the fridge." He whispered.

"I'm not old enough Wesker." She said putting her hands on his shoulders. He closed his eyes still not believing he had done it. She was as into him as he was her.

"Wait right here." He said before kissed her neck again and got up. He went into kitchen. She sat up and stared at the door. I could just run out that door and keep going. Yeah I do that and he will hunt me down. What the Hell is going on here. I might as well have a little fun and he is hot. Oh Hell what if he tells Chris? He turned with two glasses and the bottle of scotch. She smiled warmly and shook her head. She is smiling. There is no else here just me. She is smiling for me. With what she has seen no one could blame her if she never smiled. I can't believe this. I am the cause for most of her problems yet here she is smiling up at me. He poured some scotch in both glasses handing her one.

"I thought I said no." She said setting hers down. He took a sip of his.

"No to what?"

"To everything. You need to leave."

"NO you never gave me an answer."

"No." She quickly replied.

"You can't tell me you don't want this." He said his glass next to hers and picking her up into his arms. He forced her to wrap her legs around his waist. He hesitated before pulling her closer. He lightly shoved her into the wall and pressed his lips on hers. She could taste the scotch on his lips and she put her hands in his hair pulling him closer. He could taste the vanilla lip gloss that she liked and that just made it harder for him to stop. He broke the connection of their lips leaving her grasping for breath. He set her back on the table. She lay down careful not to knock the glasses over.

"I can't say that wasn't all I want and more." She whispered turned away from him. He made her sit up and he put her glass to her lips but she refused to drink it.

"Why not?" He asked frustrated. "I think I would much rather taste it from your lips." She whispered. He started to kiss her but stopped just before their lips met. "Does this mean yes?"

"I don't know." She whimpered. He kissed her making her feel dizzy. She broke the kiss. "Just say yes."

"No this all just some plot to get at Chris through me." He grabbed her ponytail pulling it back. He put his face close to hers.

"Not everything is about Chris. Sometimes it is about the simple need. Put your heart in my hands and I swear I will treat you right."

"Don't tell Chris."

"Of course not. This could be our secret just say that you want me to do this." He before pushing her down on the table kissing her thigh right where her jean shorts ended. He looked back up at her waiting. She nodded. He got on top of her pressing his weight on her. "Say it Dear Heart."

"Yes." She screamed.

"Yes what?" He said pressing his weight on her harder.

"I want you." She screamed.

"And I want you." He slipped her red vest that said 'Let me Live' on the back off of her and threw his gloves off. He put his hands under her going up her back. She stepped out her boots and socks moving closer to him. She threw off her fingerless biker gloves he picked her up into his arms. He lay her down on the couch getting on top of her. He kissed her and rubbed his tongue against her lips gently asking her to play along. She broke pulled at his shirt. He shook his head no. She sighed in frustration. She wrapped her arms around his neck surprising him. She kissed his neck before she bit him. She left a red bitemark on his neck. He let out a small sound of surprise. She kissed his neck again in the same spot. She saw the look in his eyes he was going to get her back. He started kissing her neck. She screamed as he bit her. He stopped just short of drawing blood. He pressed his lips on hers and then broke the connection to kiss her neck. He pulled her shirt off and she could feel the warmth of his hands on her bare skin. He kissed her lips. He moved down and kissed her bare stomach. He started to unbutton her shorts and she wasn't even vaguely aware of what slipped out of her mouth.

"I love you." He froze in his tracks and looked into her eyes.

"What?" He asked. She put hand over her mouth.

"I'm… it's just one of those things you sa…" He cut her off by moving her hand and kissing her. When he broke the kiss she continued to try and explain herself but he put a finger to her lips.

"I love you too." He whispered softly to her. She kissed him and just as she started to pull his shirt off there was a loud knock at the door. A series on three taps at a time obviously a code.

"CLAIRE I need your need. Leon just asked me a question he should have asked you." Chris yelled.

"Damn it I think your brother unconsciously tries to make my life a living hell."

"Fuck me." She whispered.

"Gladly." Wesker whispered back. She playfully smacked his chest.

"Just a minute Chris."

"Don't just a minute me Claire this serious damn it open this door."

"I have to get dressed." She called out to her brother.

"HURRY." She slipped out from under Wesker. She picked up his leather gloves handing them to him and grabbing her vest. He put her shirt back on her. She slipped her vest and her biker gloves back on. She picked up her socks and boots. She grabbed Wesker's hand and started to lead him to her bedroom.

"Wait the scotch. You better hide it."

"I will." She said pushing him into her room. He kissed her quickly before she shut the door. She picked up the glasses and the bottle of scotch and put them in the back of fridge. She zipped up her vest to hide the red bitemark. She ran to the door unlocked it and opened it.

"Claire we have a problem." He said walking in the door.

"Yeah sure Chris come right in I wasn't doing anything important." She said sarcastically closing the door and relocking it.

"This is not the time for sarcasm." He said pacing back in forth in front of her table where not long ago she and Wesker had been kissing. Something on the floor caught her eye. Wesker's sunglasses. On the inside she started freaking out but on the outside she remained calm.

"Chris why don't we go in the kitchen and I will get you some juice. You can calm down and tell what is wrong."

"Okay." He said heading for the kitchen. The instant he turned away she grabbed the sunglasses and unzipped her vest. As an after thought she picked up the remains of her cell phone. She put them in the inside pocket and zipped the vest back up. Chris was sitting at her table with his head in his hands. She grabbed the juice she had poured earlier and handed it to him. He downed the glass and then got up pacing again. She followed him back into the living room.

"Sit down and tell me what the heck is going on." He sat down on her couch.

"Claire, Leon asked permission to date you." There was a loud bang from her bedroom. Her eyes widened.

"What the Hell was that?" Chris asked looking toward her bedroom. She thought fast.

"Probably just a rat." She whispered.

"What do you want Claire?"

"No he told me he was in love with someone else."

"He told me he was in love with you." Another loud bang came from her room.

"DAMN RATS." She yelled.

"Claire I don't think that is rats." He said grabbing his gun from his belt.

"Chris it is rats. They are huge. Trust me I deal with them all the time. Chill out."

"Okay, alright. What do you want me to tell him?"

"I have found someone else. That he is too late."

"Is he?"

"I think so." She whispered.

"Tell me about this mystery man." Chris teased.

"I don't want to talk about it." She said. Yet again a loud bang came from her room.

"That is not rats." Chris said standing up and walking to her bedroom. He pulled his gun out of his belt again. He threw the door open and swept threw her room and connected bathroom his gun at the ready. He found nothing but an open window. He looked out it but saw nothing.

"I told you. It's nothing."

"Those must be some damn big rats."

"Yeah so what are you going to tell Leon?"

"Oh Shit Leon is waiting for me back at my place."

"You left him there?"

"Well he wanted an answer right now so I said wait right here and I came to see you because for some reason I couldn't get you on your phone."

"Go. Now."

"Okay I love you."

"I love you too. By the way the your window is open."

"I know. Go."

"Okay." He said unlocking the door and walking down the hall to the elevator. As soon as he was out of sight she went into her room and shut the window. She walked back into the living room unzipping her vest. She pulled out his sunglasses and placed them on the table. She pulled out the remains of her cell phone. She removed the intact SIM card slipping it into her pocket and threw the rest into the trash.

"That was too close." She whispered to herself.

"You could say that again."

"HOLY JESUS." She said jumping. Wesker just smirked.

"And that was for calling me a rat."

"I had no choice." He grabbed his sunglasses off the table and put them back in place. He started to leave.

"Where in the Hell are you going?"

"Wherever I please."

"Don't you want to stay?"

"I would but apparently you have someone else."

"Are you talking about what I told Chris so he would say no to Leon?"

"Yes. I love you is not just one of those things you say."

"I know and that someone else is you." She pleaded.

"Oh really prove it." He challenged. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him close and kissed him. She tried to pull away but he didn't let her. He pressed her into the wall. When he broke the kiss she was gasping for breath. She went to meet his eyes but the sunglasses were in her way.

"I owe you a phone." He whispered.

"And I owe you a pair of sunglasses." She whispered back.

"Huh?" He said as she grabbed his sunglasses and ran in the kitchen. "Dear Heart?" He questioned slowly following her. She threw the window wide open and chucked them out the window. She closed it and turned to him.

"We are even." It took him a minute to find words for what she had just said.

"That sounds fair. I am still getting you another phone."

"Thank you." She whispered. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him. He kissed her and lay her down on the couch. He had just got on top on her when there was a knock at the door. She froze out of fear under him.

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