A/N Hey everyone! ;D Wow two updates in one day? Anyhow, this is my resident evil fic. Please keep in mind, i dont own anything, this is just for fun. Also, im not 100% with character personalities or certain scenarios so please dont flame me. I just wanted to write a lovely story of Chris and Wes. Also this doesn't follow any previous story in the Resident Evil fanbase. And lastly since Im rambling, this is rated M. It starts of with the SEX. So with out further of do(drum roll please)...
I wasn't that scared. No I wasn't scared at all. To be honest, few things actually did scare me nowadays. What!? I'd like to see you fight a bunch of mutated zombies and a psycho Albert Wesker. Pretty scary, right? Well regardless if your scared or not, that's about to change. You see, sometimes I feel like ive done a lot in my life...and I feel as though I should have this all recorded, you know for purposes and all. So I've written a diary I guess you could say. A diary that started two years ago, and honestly when I went back to read it and read all the fucked up shit that happened, I kinda realize that the more I read these entries that I made a long time ago, the more it sounded like a story. And so this is my story of these past two years. They've been crazy. A bunch of zombies, blood, sweat and off course, shirtless hunky men.I can't stress it enough, that, I really have changed as a person when I look back at everything that has occurred and what not. Like back then I used to keep my face shaved, but now I keep some stubble every once in a while;). But seriously, I'm a different man now, and maybe you'll see it throughout my "story". Maybe you won't. But alls I know is...that I'm rambling. Geez! I gotta keep it in check... So hmmmm...where to start...where to start... It all started on a sun setting, Hawaiian afternoon, in a beautiful hotel suite, with Wesker pulling down his underwear. He picked up my legs and placed them on his shoulders. Now I'm sure your all thinking,what are you doing with the bad guy!? Why is he opening your legs!? Why are you two in a hotel by yourself!? Well, before you start judging me(please do though as I don't give a fuck about what you think), Wesker was my sort of...lover you could say. Well, boyfriend almost. I don't know. At this point I didn't know what Wesker meant to me. I knew that whenever he lovingly held me in his arms, I felt warm...in my heart. And he could do that a lot...ANYWAYS, onto the story. I'm sure you know what happens next, but I'm still going to explain. I have to, in this diary no details are left out. So, sticking two fingers in his mouth, he sucks on them. I'm kinda of annoyed, because I was completely naked and he wasn't and he almost never let me take his clothes all off. Wesker didn't like being naked for some reason. I didn't know why, but whenever we went to do these ummmm...very pleasurable and entertaining activities, he proved difficult in participating with the stripping. Like right now, he had his underwear and pants pulled down, exposing his beautiful length. But that's it. He had them pulled down, he didn't have them off. He still had on his t-shirt. I mean he didn't look bad at all in the tight black v-neck. No no. It did him great justice, cause he was all muscular. But at moments like these, when I'm lying down and starring up at him sucking his fingers, I really wish he was naked. I wish I could look at his amazing toned pecks, and delicious abs. Instinctively, I pulled my legs off of his shoulders and stood up. We were basically at the same height and same build, so throwing him down onto the bed wasn't that hard. "Chris Redfield, I swear by all the viruses on this planet-", he started but I placed a needy finger on his lips, shitting him up. "No, babe. Let me help you take off your clothes..." And this is where the fight began. Wesker pulled me down onto the bed, and we both began to use our strength to get a hold of the others arms. I quickly grabbed his left wrist and tried to hold him down, but he was too fast. We rolled all over the bed, holding onto each other, messing the sheets, his groin against mine, and hot husky breath against my smiling face. "You can't win.", he sneered. We were both on our sides now, starring at each other, waiting for a move. But you see, Wesker couldn't win. I was completely naked, and therefore had good mobility in this scenario. Wesker, still had on his shirt, and remember how I said he just pulled down his pants and underwear? Well the idiot still had on his shoes for that matter as well. His legs couldn't stretch open like mine cause of his jeans and his belt. So I easily took my advantage, slipping my leg over him to keep him in place and throwing myself on top of him, are dicks making contact with violent force, Wesker let out a slight little gasp, that made me shudder with anticipation. "Now let me see this nice body...", I asked as sexually as possible. Wesker didn't say anything. He simply took his manly hands, and placed them on my bubble butt(you know I have the best ass out of the Resident Evil cast ^.^), squeezing my firm cheeks. He didn't say anything. Typical Wesker. I placed my hands up into his shirt, feeling his hardened nipples. His face flushed a light pink color on the cheeks, and I absolutely adored when this happen. It was basically showing a soft side of Wes. I pulled up his shirt and bent my head down into his chest, licking his pecs. Wesker stiffened, a little moan almost audible. Then I helped him pull off his shirt. Good riddance. I threw it to the floor then lowered myself to where his dick was. I teased him lightly, licking the tip of his head ever so gently. I moved my tongue up and down his shaft, savoring that wonderful flavor of Wesker. And then I placed all of it into my mouth, moving up and down, trying not to get the teeth involved. I did this for a while, but ummmm, I was getting a little nautious. So I pulled it out and then took of his shoes and pulled down his pants and undies. Finally naked. Wesker seemed to squirm . He didn't like being naked like I mentioned earlier, so now was my time to make him feel comfortable. I sat on his lap, facing him. Then I spit into my hand and rubbed it onto his dick, which was against my ass, in between my cheeks, teasing me. I sucked my fingers quickly, and crammed two inside my hole. Yeah, I needed to speed this up. I was horny as ever! Wesker laid back comfortably, putting his hands behind his head and looking up at me. I looked back down at him as I took one hand to hold my cheek out of the way to expose my hole, and the other, grabbing Weskers's cock, and slowly shoving it inside. This was the first time I would "ride" Wesker. Most of the time I would lie down and he would come over me and insert. But this time I was sitting on top of him and he was lying on his back. He was still giving it to me, but still. It was different. It was so much deeper... His dick I mean. I began to ride up and down, the warmth making me sore and sticky inside, but also making me flushed with pleasure. Wesker grabbed my hips, thrusting me down with more force. We did this for several minutes and then his cell phone started ringing. His cell phone. Ringing. On the counter. Now Wesker, being the person that he is, threw me off of him(yes, threw me) and got up, took his phone and left the room. I sat there, on that bed, quite mortified actually. And quite sore. I mean, was I that ugly that he would stop screwing me for a phone call? I didn't know of Wesker having any known relatives. So it couldn't be a family emergency. Eh, fuck it. I started to feel kinda depressed. Sometimes I felt that Wes didn't really show affection. Well, I know he's Wesker but we've had this thing going on now for six months? I think anyways.. Wesker came back to the room, expressionless. He began putting back his clothes on. "Wha!? Where are you going?!", I half yelled across the room. Wesker finished putting on his shoes and then left the room, closing the door behind him. Without a word. I was going to chase after, but then I realized that I was tired. I was tired of Wesker always doing this. Yes he always did this. His phone would ring, he would stop whatever he was doing, answer it, then leave. And i would wonder the same crap. He has no relatives. He has no friends. Who's calling him? It sucked. It really sucked cause I tried to stop him on several occasions and he simply would ignore me, shove me out of the way ect. I felt hollow in the inside, and it wasn't a good feeling. I decided to just take the covers, pull them over me and go to sleep. When I woke up the next morning, I was still by myself. So much for this Hawaiian vacation. Events of yesterday swirled through my head but I pushed them aside. Anyhow, I decided that a warm shower would be greatly appreciated. So I went to the bathroom and when I got there I nearly screamed and shit myself when I saw Jill Valentine sitting on the toilet seat reading a newspaper. Mind you, I was still naked, so I instinctively placed my hands over my dick to cover myself. But Jill wasn't having it. "Chris, I'm worried about you.", she said simply looking at me with ernest eyes. I ignored her. What the hell?! "Listen, Jill,um I don't want to be a dick but may I ask what the flying fuck your doing here in my hotel suite sitting on the toilet reading the newspaper, in the early morning?". I was shaking from head to toe. What?! It would be pretty scary if you woke up early in the morning, went to the bathroom, and found your friend sitting on the toilet seat. Anyhow, Jill simply turned a page in her paper and sat there quietly. Then, she folded it, and stood up looking at me. "I got a call. I had to keep an eye on you. We're all worried Chris! You've been getting quite close to Wesker. I would hate to think that something was going on between the two of you.", Jill flatly said, her eyes ernest. I rolled my eyes, annoyed. These people were getting on my nerves. "What's going on between me and Wesker is none of your business! Now get out of the bathroom woman. I really need a shower.". Why couldn't they leave me alone? Jill shook her head. "You've been with him haven't you?",she asked and my body froze like an ice pop in a freezer. "I don't know what your talking about...", I lied. "Chris I don't mind that you have feelings for a man. I'm just a bit paranoid that you've decided to fall for Wesker. He's a psycho and power driven. I mean we all thought he was dead, but look now!", she tried to explain but I wasn't having it. I really wasn't . "Jill, Wes is a changed man. What is going on between us is none of your business. Now, if I may?", I stated icily. She simply folded her arms. We had a starring contest, but there was no way she would win; I was too annoyed. She ended up looking the other way(loser heh) and redirecting her focus. Then she slowly walked out. I breathed a sigh of relief. As she walked passed me, she stopped. Right next to me SLAP! "What the fuck!", I yelled, half turning around to look at her. The dumb whore slapped my ass! Only Wesker could touch me there! Jill ran out of the bathroom, giggling like a crazy person. I stood there, really trying to evaluate the current and passed events in this day. "This day is fucking weird.", I said to myself, stepping into the shower. I blasted the water onto me, the warmth inviting. Once I was done, I decided to pack my stuff and leave. I needed to go home and I don't know where the fuck Wes was but I didn't care. I was mad at him. Ok maybe just a little... Alright maybe I wasn't mad at him. I think I was more mad at myself for missing him, and wondering all these things. Where was he? Was he alone? Was he happy? ... I thought that in my head as my shuttle van arrived to take me to the airport. I said a few words to the driver and then sat in the back, quiet. Was Wesker happy?... I never really knew. I could never tell. I mean most of our relationship didn't really equal a normal relationship. Sure we've been seeing each other for six months, but that was it. We would see each other, and have sex. He didn't really converse; he was quiet. So quiet. I honestly wondered what was going on in his head sometimes. As I stepped out of the van with my luggage, and sat in that airport lobby, I couldn't stop thinking about this. I remember one time, where Leon had apparently banged Claire. A year later they ended up married; seeing them together made me cringed. Their relationship was like peanut butter and jelly! And peanut butter and jelly is a great relationship lets be fully honest here. It works. Hmmmnn... I stared at my cell. Should I text him? Nah, I don't want to excite you readers too much. Anyhow, the flight secretary announced that we could board the plane. Back to Florida. Miami. In my little condo. Alone. I sighed heavily as the plane took off and shook like a bitch in the air. Maybe, I should try to converse more with Wes. I mean I never really made an effort. Honestly I never tried. It's just, he's Wesker. Albert Wesker, ok? I don't know how to grab his attention socially. It's not my fault. But I never TRIED. The plane landed vigorously, but safely onto the runway. I took my stuff and got off. I mean, I do good in bed. I don't cum too fast... Maybe my dick tasted funny?...Oh god no! That would be the worst. Wesker coming up to me, yeah Chris, your penis tastes quite atrocious...! I shook my head, and stepped outside into the humidity at the pick up. And low and behold, Wesker was standing there.
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