Wesker and Heisenberg fluff.
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“Why can’t you understand, Chris? Do you really believe the world is worth saving? Natural selection leaves the survivors stronger and better! Humans have escaped this winnowing for far too long!”
–Albert Wesker
I want nothing more than to be free of that bitch. So I need power. I need enough power to destroy her. These are the fruits of my power. The strong will destroy the weak. That’s the way of the world! You shouldn’t have refused me, Ethan.“
–Karl Heisenberg
We are all the heroes of our own stories.
Wesker doesn’t smoke, but when he and Heisenberg have been sitting and talking for a while, Heisenberg forever puffing on the sharp smelling cigar of his, sometimes Wesker will accept a puff from it when Karl offers. They both smell of it already anyway.
they.
Heisenberg sitting on Wesker’s lap like a big, self-satisfied cat. Wesker tolerating it, but insisting on treating him like a cat for doing it. He threatens him with a collar.
Karl Heisenberg can’t get sick in the normal way, but sometimes the mold surges or blooms in his body, and makes it feel like he has a bad cold. Coughing, sneezing, aches, fever, the works.
He hates it; it makes him feel like his body is physically falling apart, and he worries some time it will end in losing control of his human form.
When he gets like this, laying in bed, miserable and covered in blankets, Albert comes to comfort him quietly. A cup of tea, smoothing Karl’s hair.
Karl is pathetic like this, but Wesker can’t hate him for it. It reminds him of holding Jill in his arms after the fall, her neck broken, hanging in the fragile space between life and death, and needing to help her too.
Weskerās boots made a rhythmic noise as he strolled over the metallic grate of a floor that led to Heisenbergās new lab.
The snarling and swearing became louder the closer he got, in addition to the sound of something beating against something metal.
Clearly, Karl was in an excellent mood tonight.
Albert shook his head almost imperceptibly, and strode into the labā just in time to dodge a wrench as it came flying at his face.
āA warm welcome,ā he intoned.
āEh?ā Heisenberg straightened up from the junk pile where heād been hunched, and pushed up his hat to look at Wesker. āDidnāt see you there, Al. Sorry.ā
The black clad blond strode further into the room and put a hand on Heisenbergās shoulder. āHave you slept?ā
āHave you?ā Karlās retort carried a petulant air.
āHm.ā Albertās black gloved hand traced up Karlās neck, and cupped his chin. āCome to bed with me, then.ā
Heisenberg grinned, the bags under his eyes evident even with his sunglasses. āMake me.ā
āYouāre intolerable.ā Albert pulled him into a rough kiss, intending it to be an opening move. But Karl melted against him into an embrace. Even more tired than heād been letting on.