@willskerweek – Day 7: Caught red-handed
Illustration + short text (below my ramble)
Despite having the concept planned and everything, I was really not sure I would make anything for day 7 with how much time and effort day 6 had taken me. I had a full comic planned for this one as well, but I had to be realistic and admit to myself it would be impossible to put out within a reasonable scope. I still really wanted to make my idea come to life though, and despite the fact I had to make some sacrifices on the format, I decided to go for it! This is how day 7 becme that illustration + short, drafty text I wrote below. I hope you will still enjoy it ♡
William stepped in the room after the usual tone of the card reader and pneumatic hiss of the sliding door welcomed him in. He took a few steps towards the back of the room, where he knew the documents he needed were, and also where he suspected Wesker would be if he was at the lab today. With his new position at the R.P.D as a double agent, he had barely been able to step foot at the research facility lately, and William, being a busy man himself with his own research, had not gotten to meet his lover for more than a few furtive looks and stolen caresses in the past couple weeks.
When the scientist arrived in the section of the room where most of the monitoring devices, computers and consoles were, he immediately noticed that someone was there. One of the screens had a window open, displaying in orange letters “DATA TRANSFER PROCESSING”. Panicked, William quickly walked to the computer in hopes of getting a better grasp of the situation. His eyes landed on a flash drive that was inserted in the central processing unit, blinking rhythmically in red as the loading bar on the screen was slowly progressing.
“What the…?
- Good evening, William.”, a smooth, familiar voice worded behind his back.
Wesker, wearing his usual black turtleneck coal slacks under his lab coat, made his way towards William in supple steps, as the latter turned back in surprise.
“Albert? What is this all about…?”
He barely had time to finish his sentence that his lover, who had not stopped his stroll to hear what he had to say, pinned him against the desk when he got close enough to him, nonchalantly pushing his hips against his groin as he extended his arm to reach for the computer, on which green letters were now reading “TRANSFER COMPLETED”.
“I will pick that up if you don’t mind…”, Wesker murmured as he unplugged the device which had now received everything he needed.
William grabbed his wrist, pushing forward to free himself from the taller man’s weight. His heart was racing, heat burning his cheeks and stomach.
“Are you stealing research data Albert? What are you thinking? Why?”---Those are a lot of questions, William. Now let go of my hand.
-I...I will tell them. I will tell Spencer…if you don’t explain…” he stuttered, his grip weakening and shaking.
Wesker pushed forward, shifting his weight back against the shorter one, dominating him with all his height, his broader stature engulfing his colleague.
“Oooh, William…do you truly think you have anything against me…?”
His left index finger slid under his chin, his face got closer, the air coming in and out of their lips becoming one with each other. In a low whisper, he continued.
“I know you’ve been selling information on the G-Virus to outsiders for quite some time now, my dear.”
Their lips brushed against each other as the words came out. His hand slid down to William’s red tie, grabbing right under the poorly made knot, pulling it in a tight fit. Breathing became slightly uncomfortable to William, whose trachea’s movement was limited by the taut fabric against his throat.
“How did you know…?” he asked in terror.
Plump, damp lips pressed against his mouth, resting there for a fleeting instant. The heat in William’s body shifted to something different.
“Shhh”, Wesker exhaled, soothing. “There is no need to worry. You know how things work. I won’t tell if you won’t.”
He let go of the tie and caressed his lover’s chest as he put the fabric back neatly into place. He then leaned forward, kissed his cheek and purred.
“This will be our little secret…William.”
Wesker straightened back up, turned and walked away, leaving William there, panting, mouth agape, his mind racing as fast as his heart was.
He would understand, a couple years down the line, that it truly was on this evening that Albert Wesker had left him and Umbrella for good.
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