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Warning: Chris X Wesker pairing, very mild language. Don't like it don't read it.
Chapter 2
Chris was lounging on his couch, when he heard Wesker crawl in though his window. "So, you finally made it, good. We need to talk, Wesker."
Wesker sighed as he walked into the room, and saw the made up couch Chris was lounging on. "Christopher, is this really necessary? I mean why do I have to sleep on the couch? You have a perfectly good bed in the other room we can share. If I remember correctly you always liked to cuddle, you also liked it when..."
"Shut up Wesker! You're sleeping on the couch and that's final!" Wesker narrowed his eyes.
"I'm sorry Chris; maybe I misunderstood you but, was that an order? From you? Must I remind you who is in control, who has always been in control?" Wesker advanced toward Chris, and threw his body down on top of him, pinning him to the couch. Wesker leaned forward, and kissed Chris hard, there was no emotion or passion to the kiss, yet Chris still felt the familiar lust when ever Wesker touched him. Chris struggled, fighting his own body's immediate reaction, as well as Wesker.
If I could just get him off, I could go to my room, lock the door, and forget anything that ever happened between Wesker and I.
Wesker broke off the kiss with a faint smile on his lips, as he rolled to his feet he murmured to Chris, "Leave me, there are some things I would like to contemplate, and reflect on."
Chris got unsteadily to his feet, he had mixed emotions about Wesker, but he already knew that. Wesker had actually helped him when he got infected, in a way at least. Chris had been confused, and scared, sitting in a dark room alone that night at the Spencer Mansion, after he had been grazed with one of the shark's teeth, and been infected with its saliva. Wesker had shown up and calmly told him what was happening to him, and why. It didn't really help to know what Chris was turning into, what had helped Chris was hearing Wesker tell him, he would always be there if Chris needed him.
The burnet walked to his room, closing the door softly behind him. What the hell did he kiss me for?, Chris pondered as he took a quick shower and prepared for bed. The young man had always been attracted to the older man, but Wesker had never shown any signs of returning those feelings. As Chris passed by his bed room door he seriously considered locking the door, the burnet decided against that. If he locked the door Wesker would think of him as being a cowered, besides what's the worst that could happen?
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Chris dreamed of Wesker that night, the older man was leaning over him in his bed.
"Christopher are you awake? I have a question." Chris smiled dreamily at the blond, as he wrapped his arms around the blonds' neck pulling Wesker into a sweet kiss. He wanted Wesker to hold him, Chris manage to wedge himself under the older man. Wesker broke off the kiss and looked at Chris with a puzzled expression on his face, the burnet tried to pull the blond into another kiss, however the other man refused to be rushed as he studied the burnets face, with his glowing golden red eyes. Finally he lowered his head to the younger mans lips, nudging his jaw apart; he slowly explored Chris's mouth. Chris moaned softly as Wesker nipped his lower lip, after a few more minuets, Chris broke the kiss gasping.
"Oh Christopher, did you like that?" Wesker purred into the burnets ear softly, Chris nodded.
"This is the best dream I've had in a while." Chris mumbled
Wesker froze. "What? What did you just say? Dream? Christopher you're not dreaming."
The burnet rolled his eyes, of course he was dreaming, why else would Wesker be in his room? Chris gasped as Wesker moved between his legs, slowly he slid Chris's boxers off, and threw them to the floor, his own soon followed. Wesker pulled Chris into another kiss; Wesker eventually replaced his tongue with three of his fingers. Stifling a moan as Chris swept his tongue over the digits, gently sucking, and moistening them. As Wesker withdrew them, a trail of saliva connected them to Chris. Wesker inserted the first digit into the younger man, and Chris froze at the pain. Dreams were not supposed to hurt physically in any way. "Uhh, Wesker am I really awake or were you screwing with me?"
Wesker cocked an eyebrow. "I dislike it when you make me repeat myself Christopher, as I said before, you are not dreaming."
Wesker inserted another finger into the younger man, Chris shifted uncomfortably as the blond began to scissor the younger man going deeper with each flex. Chris moaned as the older man hit that special spot. "Yeah that's the spot Wesker, please don't stop, I couldn't handle it if you stopped now."
"Don't worry Christopher; I have no intention of stopping." Chris wiggled his hips as Wesker continued to hit that special spot. Suddenly Wesker moved away from Chris, rolling back onto his knees, he reached over and pulled Chris to his knees with his hair, Chris grimaced in pain.
"What the hell was that for?" Chris demanded
"Christopher, think of what I'm about to do. Now, think of how much pain you'll be in if my dry skin rubs against your all ready sensitive area." Wesker made complete sense, to himself. Chris couldn't be more confused, Wesker seeing the puzzled expression on the burnets face decided to show the younger man what he meant. Wesker opened the younger mans mouth, moving Chris's head lower, understanding and lust filled the younger mans gaze. The burnet was eager to comply with the older mans wishes, as he took Wesker into his mouth, he heard a faint groan, Chris began to suck, and tease Wesker with his tongue. When Wesker pulled Chris away from him, the burnet made a sound of protest. Wesker pushed Chris onto his back, and quickly surged into the younger man. Chris stiffened in a mixture of pain and pleasure, when Wesker found that sensitive spot in Chris, he began to pump the younger man in time with his thrusts. Chris was moaning, wiggling, and begging for more.
"Please… yes… WESKER!" Chris cried out as he spilled himself onto his stomach. Wesker pumped himself onto the younger man with a loud groan, the older man rolled off the bed, gathering Chris into his arms, he carried the burnet to the tub, laying him down in it.
"Clean your self up Christopher, you're a mess, then come back to bed." Wesker turned to leave the bathroom, if he had still been facing the younger he would have seen the big grin on Chris's face. At least he cares enough to carry me to the bathroom before he gives me orders.
Chris cleaned himself up and wandered back to bed, Wesker was laying down with his back to the younger man. The burnet carefully wrapped his arms around the older man, to his immense relief Wesker did not pull away, he didn't turn towards him, but he did not pull away and to Chris that was all that mattered.
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Chris sighed as he walked through his apartment door, the BSAA were grilling him hard. Even though Wesker 'died' in a volcano, they still expected to find some form of remains, because they hadn't found any yet they believed Wesker was still alive. Chris walked into his living room to find Wesker reclining on his couch, flipping through channels.
"Christopher, I realize your I.Q. is not as high as mine however I refuse to believe that you don't have a single educational program, on this device." Chris sighed.
"Wesker, usually I'm not home, so I don't really even know what's on there. Have you forgotten that I just spent the past six months of my life preparing, and going after you, in Africa no less?" Wesker shrugged, he finally stopped on the wrestling channel, casting a glance at Chris.
"Christopher, do you like watching sweaty guys roll on the floor together?" Chris blushed at the older mans taunting.
"Well at least I don't sneak into a half asleep mans room, and rape him!" Wesker raised an eye brow.
"Oh, you didn't seem to mind. By the way Christopher, I came into your room to ask you a question, do you own any water bottles? I refuse to drink your disgusting tap water." The burnets head shot up.
"What did you say? You came into my room and raped me all for water!" Chris sputtered out.
"No, I came into your room because I had a question, you raped me." Wesker grinned. "I don't mind though, feel free to do it again, as many time's as you want."
The younger man turned and walked out of his living room and into his bed room, he would take a shower and calm down. The burnet was mortified to find out the truth, that Wesker hadn't come into his room looking for sex, all he wanted was water…A F-ING BOTTLE OF DAM WATER! Chris slammed his fist into the wall; Wesker poked his head around the corner.
"Christopher, come now, do not take your anger out on the walls, it's your fault you know." Wesker walked back into the living room laughing, Chris glared in the other man's direction, and finally sighed, turning to the shower he pulled back the curtains. Strange where's all my stuff? Chris walked over to his bathroom sink, opening up the cabinet he froze, rows and rows of hair gel lined the shelves, Chris stomped out into the living room.
"Wesker! Where the hell is my stuff? All I can find is hair gel!" The blond glanced at Chris with a bored expression on his face.
"You mean those disgusting products you use to clean your self with, I threw them out." Chris was furious, his face turned red as he asked the simplest question.
"Why?"
"Because Christopher, if were going to be sharing a bed I want you to be clean. Don't worry; I got you new things, there in that bag over there." Chris walked over to the bag and peered inside, the bag held three bottles of shampoo, two bottles of conditioner, and… oh drear gosh a small bottle of KY Gel. The burnet scooped up the bottle.
"What is this?" Wesker grinned
"Oh, did you want to test it out? I got it just for you." Chris turned and stomped into the shower, thinking of all the reasons why he couldn't turn Wesker into the BSAA.
Author's Note: Yeah another chapter finished! Sorry it took so long, I'm in the middle of a move to the bottom of the ocean, that's why I rushed to finish it. Read and Review plz!
