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Ratings: Anywhere from T to M, depending on the drabble.
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87. Food
Sweat rolled between Chris's shoulder blades as he arched, moaning and gasping Wesker's name as said blond slid his hard length in and out of the willing body beneath him. Chris was on his stomach, laying completely flat with only the small of his back arched into a nice little dip as Wesker made love to him. It was all he could do to press his face into the pillow and muffle his screams of pleasure, fisting the sheets on either side of his head. Wesker, holding himself up with his fists on either side of his lovers sides, watched the trickle of salt water as it slid down his lovers back. It entranced him much more than it should have and he found himself leaning down to lick the bead of sweat from his lovers muscular back, never once slowing down his hips as he kept his rhythmic fucking.
The second the hot, moist flesh touched his back, Chris found himself being thrown into the most intense orgasm he'd ever had, spilling himself over the sheets with a loud yelp of Wesker's name and without having to touch himself once.
Wesker followed suit, grunting and thrusting hard as the tight heat convulsed around his length, the taste of Chris's sweat still fresh on his tongue. The only thing he could think at that moment as white flashed in his eyes and he emptied his seed into his lover was that Chris had tasted better to him than any food he'd ever encountered.
55. Waiting
Chris couldn't stand waiting and only permitted himself to sit still when it was very important.
Right now, he sat still and waited patiently, the only sign he was growing impatient (or possibly growing more nervous by the second) was the constant tapping of his foot as he sat on his bed with his hands folded and hanging between his knees.
A few days before he had stayed late to finish some meaningless paperwork, something that didn't matter nearly as much as the fact that only one other man had stayed behind late that night as well; his Captain. They worked together a few desks apart, Wesker writing and filing his paperwork intently while Chris fidgeted and watched him work, getting not nearly as much done. It was all too enthralling to be able to watch the blond when he didn't have to worry about everyone else in the office wondering if he could get much more obvious of his affections.
"Do you need something, Redfield?" Wesker had finally asked, not glancing at the man himself as he continued writing. Chris swallowed and chuckled, wondering how the man knew he was watching when he hadn't even looked at him. Then again, maybe Wesker had been looking the entire time out of the corner of his eye-who knew, with the sunglasses and everything.
"Well uh no. I'm fine. I mean, I'm all set. Almost done," he mumbled, pretending to quickly get some work done as Wesker finally lifted his gaze to the brunet.
" Indeed. How about you tell me something that's not such an obvious lie."
"H-huh?"
"You've been watching me all night. I'll ask again, do you need something?" Wesker couldn't help but smirk at the blush that covered his subordinates cheeks when he realized he'd been caught.
"No. I don't need anything."
"Ah. In that case, I'm off. I'll see you tomorrow, Redfield," and with that Wesker stood, completely intent on leaving. Chris jumped up from his chair, nearly knocking the thing over.
"Wait. I guess I was actually wondering something. I mean, maybe this isn't a good time but uh do you want to go out sometime? Mean, go to dinner? I mean grab some food? A beer?" Chris mentally facepalmed. Nice going, Chris. Nice impression of a infatuated schoolgirl. I bet that really impressed him. Surprisingly enough, this Captain nodded with little hesitation.
"Dinner. I'll pick you up at your apartment on Friday at seven."
Flabbergasted that Wesker had completely taken control of the situation and even more surprised that he seemed more than willing to humor him, Chris watched dumbly as Wesker turned and left the building. The second he thought he was out of hearing range Chris pumped his fist in the air with a shout of joy.
And that led him to now, waiting for the knock at his door. It was 6:59 when the knock came and Chris jumped, trying not to preen himself too much (he'd only spent the last hour doing so, checking to make sure his clothes were still clean and his hair still as flat as he could get it). Taking a breath, he went down the hall to the door of his apartment and opened it.
There stood Wesker in all his glory; hair meticulous (as always), clean shaven (ditto), except wearing an all black suit that made him look
Hot. Powerful. Sleek. Hot. So, so hot. Did I say hot already?
Overall, it had been well worth the wait.
73. I Can't
When Chris first heard those words out of his Captains mouth, he nearly shit himself. There was something Albert I'm-so-badass-and-implacable-that-I-can-wear-my-sunglasses-at-night Wesker wouldn't, nay, COULDN'T do?
"I said I can't."
"Come on! It's just a roller coaster!"
"I'm not going on it. That's an order."
" Huh?"
"Never mind. I'm not going on."
"But whyyy?" Chris nagged, sniggering as Wesker crossed his arms over his chest like a child about to throw a tempy-tantrum.
"I can't, okay?"
"Just tell me why and I don't bother you anymore."
" I'm afraid of heights."
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
23. Cat
"Meow."
" Christopher?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"What is this thing here. This dirty little thing that just shit on my floor."
"It's a cat! Happy birthday!"
" Wesker Wesker! WESKER NO! DON'T HURT FLUFFY!"
"MEEEE-oWWWW! HISS! HISSSSSS! ERRRRRMEOW! HISS!"
To this very day, Chris isn't sure if that was Wesker or Fluffy making those god-awful noises. All he knew is that it had been an epic battle and in the end, they had come out loving each other. Sort of. Not really. Actually, no, Wesker still hates cats.
Especially the kind that shit on his floor.
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