I do NOT own any of the Resident Evil characters. All credit goes to Capcom, but I do own Blaine.
This is my first FanFic so please don't hate...
Warning: Language and slight Yaoi ((WeskerXChris)) ((ChrisXBlaine))

Anyway~ Enjoy!

:: Kidnap ::

No, not yet. I can't die yet!

Chris struggled in the older man's grip that was securely wrapped around his throat. The brunette was being held against the wall, unable to do anything about crushing pressure on his neck. "S-st-stop!" Chris yelled, grabbing onto the blonde's grip and trying to pry off the strong grip that kept him pinned to the wall.

"...You're being to much of an annoyance..." Wesker mumbled, adding more pressure to the neck of the squirming man. Chris gould see the man wearing a smirk. "L-let go!" the brunette cried, not liking where this was going. The blonde gave a short chuckle before crushing his mouth onto the younger man's mouth. Chris gasped as Wesker forced his way into his mouth, his warm tongue exploring as much as it could.

Chris' eyes widened in shock and tried pushing as hard as he could against the hand of his intruder, hoping it would put distance between them. Seeing how he was no match compared to the blonde, he pulled his hand off the man and pulled it back into fist before letting it slam into the side of Wesker's face. This managed to successfully knock the glasses off the other man's face, make the older man release his captive's mouth, and loosen the grip on his neck.

"Oh Christopher..." The blonde purred. "How did you know I liked it... Rough." He gave a sharp, mocking laugh before leaning in to nibble on the brunette's earlobe. Chris moaned a little finding himself a little aroused by the blonde's actions.

"But you know, Christopher... I'm going to have to teach you some discipline." He pulled away to stare at Chis with his crimson eyes. He pulled his hand back into a fist, the same way the brunette did, before punching the whimpering man in the face with way more force than the other man used. Causing the younger man to pass out.

:: ::

Chris quickly jolted upright from his sleep causing him to tumble out of his bed and onto the "not-as-soft-as-it-seemed" carpet, blankets and all. He grumbled as he stared up at the ceiling of his apartment. Sighing, Chris got up, streched, and looked out his opened window that leaded into the night sky. He shrugged, not bothering with the blankets, and walked out into the kitchen.

He reached into the fridge as soon as he arrived and grabbed the orange juice container. He shuddered thinking back on the dream he just had. He tried to throw the thought away before taking a swig of the oranje juice (Not even bothering to get a cup...). He found his mind wandering back to think about Wesker.

It's been 3 months since the Kijuju mission and the memories and dreams from then, and even from his time in S.T.A.R.S, haunted him. He gazed around the room and shook his head... Something felt wrong. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but there was something that kept bugging him. The brunette put the orange juice back before trying to assure himself that it was just the dream that was making him feel uneasy.

He lingered back into the bedroom and flopped on his bed to rub his face into his pillow to get more comfy. He could hear the springs groan quietly in protest and he wished that they would shut up so that he could get some "Shut-Eye". He closed his eyes and savoured the silence before drifting off slowly.

He was halfway asleep when he heard footsteps and a squeak from his bedroom door. The brunette was wide awake now and he pretended to toss and turn in his sleep before facing the door and opening his eyes slowly. In the doorway he saw a few men in gas masks and dark clothing slowly entering the room.

Shit! Shit! Shit! Who are they? Chris thought as he panicked. There was no way they were from the B.S.A.A. The gas masks that the B.S.A.A used were completely different. Panicking, the brunette slid his hand backwards towards his night stand to grab his M92F handgun.

Before the B.S.A.A member could open the drawer to get his gun, one of the men seemed to be able to tell what the brunette was doing and disappeared. Wait, what? Chris looked around the room and could see a blur moving to where his hand was reaching to. Chris pulled his hand back and jumped backwards, onto his knees, to gain a distance between the man. He's fast... Chris blinked in surprise. Almost as fast as HIM.The brunette shook away the thought so that he was more focused to the situation at hand.

Chris was too focused on the man in front of him and the thought of how to get the gun, to realize that he was being slowly and quietly surrounded. He only noticed when a man from behind him grabbed the B.S.A.A member's arms and pinned them behind his own back. The brunette groaned at the brute strength that kept him there, only noticing the pain in his shoulders when the attacker pulled harder. He struggled and tried to move away from the man who only pulled harder the more Chris struggled. He grit his teeth as the pain got stronger.

That didn't mean that he gave up trying to get away. He was trying to shrug the other man off when the man who was in front of him leaned closer and rammed a fist into the B.S.A.A member's gut. He coughed a little trying to roll over and shield his wounded area from getting hurt further, but failed when the man behind him didn't let go.

"Shit... Who the fuck are you people?" The brunette hollered in anger. The man who was behind him gave a throaty chuckle before taking his S&W M500 Magnum and clubbing the brunette in the back of his head. The brunette slumped over and his vision fell into darkness. Shit. Not good...

:: ::

"...topher." Chris moaned slightly from the pain in the back of his head. He tried to remember what happened after he was hit but couldn't remember.

Awesome...

"Christopher!" The unfamiliar voice boomed throughout the room, making the brunette flinch. He then realized that his wrists and ankles were chained to the cold cement wall behind him. He shivered at the touch...

Touch? Chris thought. He was confused. The shirt and sweat pants he was wearing before should've been enough to keep him warm against the cold wall. He decided to open his eyes and look down, only to find that he was wearing only his navy blue boxers. He shivered again before the voice began to talk again.

"Christopher? Are you awake now?" The unfamiliar voice was now closer and more gentle.

"It's just Chris. I don't like being called 'Christopher'." He sneered before looking up.

The brunette looked up and tried to havehis eyes adjust to the light before he stared at the other man who was now in front of him. His eyes widened in terror.

"H-how?" He whispered, trying to cower against the wall to get more space away from the other man. The man looked down at him in confusion. The brunette's breathing quickened as he stared up at the blonde man. "You're... You're dead. DEAD!"

Author's Note: My,oh my. Looking at the story so far I am very displeased at the shortness... I will do my best to make the next chapter longer? Which leaves the question... Is Wesker really back? If so why? How? More chapters are on their way~
Also please R/R so I know what I can work better on to please all of you~ Yaoi should be making it's way into the next chapter. Only a little bit though ;D

Next Chapter: Find Me Before I Break