A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, favorites, and alerts! I appreciate the sentiment as it causes me to write!
Warnings: Yaoi. MxM. Rape. (By object and person among many other things) SoloM. A touch of Necrophilia. Violence. Bondage.
In this, we see a subtle difference in both Wesker and Chris. For better or worse. :P Now, let me disgust you! Muahahaha.
Your Love is My Drug
Chapter 2
I Like It Rough
Wesker didn't know why he was doing what he was doing; maybe because of the pure hatred running through his veins or maybe this primal urge to /hurt/ him... and the last possibility.
He wanted Chris to admit that he was infected, bound to become the monster he had tried to kill all this time... which would lead to him having to realize that, to live, he had to accept Wesker's way of living.
The blonde's plan had been a spur of the moment: Chris was burnt, tentacles trying to cover up most of the damage as Wesker stood precariously over him. With a grimace, his blood red eyes had stared down at his former subordinate with no thoughts or feelings welling in him.
It had only taken a moment before the two were moving, Albert wondering what he was doing before he had shrugged it off. He had more important thoughts to be focusing on, like how to get off the island they were on without coming into contact with any humans.
Now as he pulled the other man through the crumbling door to the estate's foyer, Wesker took a moment to appreciate his plan as he glanced at the stairs, where the blood stains had turned brown. It brought back some deeply amusing memories, though the whole ordeal had been easy for someone who was a God.
Except when that bitch had tackled him through the window. His revenge had already been taken when it came to her, even now Jill Valentine was probably struggling over the changes in her blood.
As he walked through the halls to the primary chamber where Spencer's wheelchair still stood, the B.O.W. draped the dead-weight onto the chair, watching as it rolled backwards slightly under the brush of force. Time to get some results from Christopher... Step 2 in his plan.
-X
"Uhn..." Darkness, then suddenly a crack of lightening went off in the distance, still shaking the windows as some of the glass clattered on the ground. Just as the darkness seemed to consume his eyes again, Chris blinked, gasping as he clearly saw the room he was situated in. The broken window made a whistling noise as wind blew past, making the man jump and roll across the floor.
Trying to get up resulted in rolling back even further as Chris began to panic, only now seeing the handcuffs holding him securely against the old man's wheelchair. Then the candles flickered to life before the brunet flinched harshly when Wesker's hand clamped down on his shoulder.
"Ha...ha...ha...Don't be so jumpy, Redfield... It isn't good for your health to jump at ghosts..." His voice cut through the other sounds as Chris instantly relaxed under the man's hand, cursing himself as soon as he did it.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Chris asked, voice shaky and cracking as he gulped, trying to clear it.
"Why? Because, Christopher..." Wesker walked in front of the bound man and stared down at him with glowing, red eyes. "You now belong to my world... and I have to make sure you don't get in my way again..." He paused, kneeling as he placed both gloved hands high on Chris's thighs and rubbed slightly.
"You have to either be by my side or die fighting the inevitable..." The former pilot gritted his teeth as the touch of the man's hands lit him up, the warmth seeping through him and pooling into his lust. It was eating away at his focus, making Wesker smirk widely as he pulled away. Just preventing himself from moaning in disapproval, Chris watched with narrowed eyes as his former Captain walked over to the long table Christopher had the unfortunate experience of getting slammed into and ran his fingertips over the surface before pulling some things from a bag seated underneath it.
Not able to distinguish the foreign objects, Chris waited with bated breath as the blonde man strode back towards him, his sinister chuckle hitting the brunet's ears as he got closer.
"Now, Christopher... Time to have some fun..." As the needle slipped into his neck, Chris felt his head loll to the side, though his eyes had already fell shut. He tried opening them again, but only saw the blurry images and hands moving him around. The handcuffs were removed, but though he tried to move, everything seemed like he was moving through molasses. Grunting slightly as he was moved around, the sharpshooter blinked as he focused on the wheelchair's back facing him, his legs being secured as his hands were cuffed behind his back this time. It was then he noticed the wind blowing against him...against his naked body.
"Wes...weskkkeerrr..." Chris managed to groan, eyes fluttering as the drugs began to really take a hold of him. "Wha-what did you gimme?" He slurred, arching as he tried to rub against the wheelchair.
"I've given you Methylenedioxymethamphetamine or what's know as 'ecstasy' to simpletons...It'll make this all the easier... and more humiliating for you..." Chris knew his brain was currently stuffing his anger, anxiety and fear away in a corner and locking it away, which made it harder for him to retaliate. All he felt was pleasantly aware of the touch of Wesker's gloved hands on his wrists as he was shifted backwards so he could see the black sunglasses illustrating his lax face.
"I'd like you to get acquainted with Dr. Spencer..." The malicious grin that spread over the blonde man's face was all the warning he got before there was a burst of pain through his rectum. The cold, hard object shoved into Chris was almost foreign, but felt oddly familiar. The brunet fell forward as Wesker continued to push the thick 'thing' into him until it pressed almost painfully into his prostate.
As the object was forcibly thrust in and out of his anus, Chris felt the first real stirrings of pleasure enter his cock as it started to thicken. Biting his lip to at least hide the pleasure now pouring through his body, the brunet panted as his former Captain suddenly stopped, pulling away.
"Do you know that the BSAA couldn't find Spencer when they searched the house?" Chris shivered as his breath ran across his neck, making him scream in his brain even as he leaned back for more.
"Because I thought keeping the man's dead body would come in handy... and look..." Suddenly, the object that had been fucking his ass was within his sights. "It came in handy here..." The bones of Spencer's fingers were covered in blood-his anal blood. It made him want to retch-to scream-to fight back-to do anything but moan when Wesker pressed his chest to Chris's back, his chuckle sending him on a wave of pleasure before Wesker continued.
"His femur was especially interesting... Rough and hard from years of sitting in this wheel chair... I believe you can handle it, huh, Christopher?"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" His scream arced out of him as he felt the pain slice through the haze of the drug for a moment as he struggled to breathe. It felt like getting stabbed in the heart, Chris belatedly realized as the pain receded, his hands flexing as he chanced as glance back. Wesker's red eyes glowed back at him before the femur jabbed into him, eliciting a groan as he tried to stop his heart from beating out of his throat.
"Would you like to know that your partners are currently searching for you in a world that's about to come into a forced evolution? That they are going to suffer immensely as you writhe in pleasure in the same place that brought about Valentine's downfall?" Wesker's voice was rough, but Chris couldn't care to notice the words as he tried to press back against the pleasure-it was building, creating a pressure the brunet couldn't fight against. He struggled to get Wesker to move-!
"Ms. Alomar and Ms. Valentine are going to die in my new world... Will you do the same, Christopher? Or will you join me, and give in?" As the last word passed through his thin lips, Wesker ground the bone into his former subordinate, suppressing a grin as the man let out a pathetic moan. There was a moment that everything froze, the blonde tyrant smirking as he saw Chris's back tense. Then the wheelchair started to crack in half, the marksman snarling as his head came up. Yellow-orange eyes stared straight at Wesker before Chris twisted, the handcuffs popping apart as the wheelchair was spun off into a corner. The BSAA member stood, shivering as he faced the blonde who stood straight, waiting.
"Mak-make it stop!" was all the naked man could do as he whimpered, eyes wavering in color as he reached out for Wesker.
"Giving in so soon, Christopher? And here, I'd thought you try to stop me... How disappointing..." Chris shook his head, backing up as he shook in rage and suppressed ecstasy.
"Sh-shut up! Ugh, jus-just stop this! I-I don't care! Kill me...! F-fu-fuck me! Just do something!" the brunet yelled, tripping as he came to the glass windows. Wesker walked slowly after him, watching as Chris cringed as he slid to the ground. Wrapping a hand around his aching cock, the brunet let out a cry as he began to stroke himself, closing his eyes against the smirk he knew was appearing on Wesker's arrogant face.
"Now, now, Christopher... We wouldn't want you to get arthritis from masturbating so hard..." His hand was pulled away with a vice-like grip on his aching wrist, making Chris gasp as he was pulled to his feet.
"Come now, Christopher... Ask me nicely, and I might help you out..." the sensual tone Wesker put on only furthered the blue-eyed man's anger even as he whined in pain and pleasure.
"Please-please..." Chris bent his head, hiding his shame as he ached for the blonde's touch. His wrist was freed as Wesker pulled back, clenching his hands.
Albert stared at the pathetic creature in front of him and laughed, long and loud. "Christopher, Christopher, Christopher...How far have you fallen...?" A growl caught his attention as he moved to circle the man, continuing. "Even in S.T.A.R.S., you were following my every order, waiting for me to give you something you could prove yourself in... Trying to impress me with your skills...You failed each and every time...Such a self-righteous fool...You amounted to nothing in the end."
It was at this point Chris lashed out, knocking Wesker back before hitting the man again. Now, normally, Wesker would be able to take whatever the man dished out, but with the added force of Uroboros, the blonde was soon trying to overcome deja vu as he stared up at Chris's shocked face.
He was falling yet again. As if Jill hadn't already pissed him off enough with the same trick. But she wasn't Chris, either.
Their eyes had met; red narrowing as orange-yellow faded to blue. Blue irises widened before his arm was thrust forward, Wesker chuckling at the attempt. Then tentacles shot out and wrapped themselves firmly around the 13th Wesker's chest and limbs, pulling him back through the broken window. Adrenalin pumped through his veins, clearly pushing the effects of the Ecstasy out of his system as he stared widely at his ultimate rival and villain.
"I-I didn't do it for you..." Chris stuttered before he shivered, tentacles retracting as he stumbled over to the long table to the left of them.
"I...didn't do it...for you..." Chris repeated, leaning heavily against the table before crumbling to the ground. The blonde tyrant couldn't help but smirk, grateful of the broken man in front of him. It meant his plan had gone without a hitch.
"Didn't do it for me?" the black-clad man smirked even wider, creeping towards the other man. Chris was holding his head in his hands, inevitably hiding his red eyes and tear tracks. He reached out and gently touched his former subordinate, feeling him flinch under his hand.
"Did it for yourself, then?" And Chris sobbed, curling in on himself as he tried to disappear. Albert Wesker smiled rather evilly, nodding his head to himself.
Place 2. Check.
TBC...?
A/N: Didn't really check to make sure it was all good and flow-y this time. I wanted to get up before school, so I'll check it later. Please tell me if something didn't match up or any little mistakes! Thanks!
~Lunamaru
The Yaoi Queen of Doom~
