The Second kiss lasted much longer than the first. Wesker placed his hands on either side of Chris's face, gently pulling him closer. Using his hip, he pushed the younger mans knees apart and cautiously stepped between his thighs, their groins, not quite touching. At the same time he slipped his tongue past Chris's quivering lips. Moving it in circles, carefully touching each part that he could reach. When he pulled his tongue back, he could feel Chris's wanting to return the favor.

The boy felt in experienced, but it was still welcomed. His nervous tongue tried to repeat Wesker's moves, but obviously couldn't keep up. Wesker sucked on the timid appendage lightly, and could feel a soft moan escape Chris's throat. Wesker pushed the unskilled tongue out of his mouth, and forced it attentively back into Chris's awaiting mouth. Kissing him the same as before, but noticeably slower, as if Chris was taking notes on how to pleasure.

Wesker moved his hands away from Chris's flushing face and began a slow decent to his brawny shoulders, then to his athletic chest. Beneath thin cotton fabric, Wesker could feel the gentle rise and fall of the young man's chest push his slightly erect nipples into the palms of his hands. Using his thumbs, he lightly drew spirals around them. Chris inhaled sharply and moaned in gratitude. When Chris forced his tongue over Wesker's and through their lips, Wesker took the opportunity to delicately pinch Chris's right nipple with his fingers.

"Ahhh." Chris gasped, breaking the kiss by millimeters. Causing Wesker to step back slightly. With a sharp inhale Chris beseeched, "Tsss.. Captain, plea-se, don't stop." Chris's heavy panting made it difficult for him to breath, but Wesker understood.

Wesker reached down slowly and began to untuck Chris's shirt from his pants. When he could manage the room, he slipped his hands under the fabric and began to pull the shirt upward with his arms. At the same time tracing the contours of his sinewy torso skittishly with his fingertips. Chris shuddered faintly and pulled the rest of his shirt off on his own. Wesker again reached down, but this time took hole of the dark blue fabric of his own S.T.A.R.S. issued t-shirt, vigilant not to remove his own sunglasses of coarse.

The spectacle before him went in slow motion. Chris savored the sight of Wesker's body slowly exposing it's self from under the dark color that he seemed to favor over the normal slightly translucent white. The very top of his groin was a slightly darker tone than the rest of him, with a few brownish hairs making them selves known. His belly button was surrounded by perfectly toned layers of muscle that helped make up the rest of his sculpted physique. His chest and shoulders were made up of muscle that could easily be compared to an Olympic swimmer. But built more for show rather than speed. His arms were powerfully built and incredibly strong, but they seemed as gentle as a fluttering moth on this occasion.

Throwing his shirt to one side he took a step forward and forced their faces together in a hotter more sensual kiss.

Chris reached up and placed his hands on Wesker's sinewy shoulders, squeezing them softly as if complimenting Wesker's years of working out. Wesker reacted by pushing his tongue deeper into Chris's mouth, thanking the compliment. Wesker found himself once again playing with Chris's chest, enjoying the feel of his bare skin under his hands, but decided to risk taking it a step further.

Wesker maneuvered his hands to Chris's back and started to trace his spine with his fingernails. Chris softly moaned at the sensation and pulled his captain closer. Wesker slid his hand into the top of Chris's pants. Using a couple fingers, he began to put slight pressure on Chris's tailbone, causing him to gasp and subtly buck forward. Wesker groped at Chris's buttocks with both hands. Enjoying the feel of his well-worked muscularity. Chris bit his lip and breathed heavily into his captain's ear. Wesker took it as an invitation and circled his hands around the young man's body and took hold of his belt. In one smooth motion he undid the buckle and removed the belt with out snagging it. Tossing the leather strap casually to the floor, he began to work with more haste to undo his button and zipper. Chris laughed.

"What is it Redfield?" Wesker asked with a breathless smirk.

"I managed to remove your belt and undo your pants, without you noticing."

"What?" Wesker looked down only to find the Chris had managed the seemingly impossible. His pants were indeed undone, exposing the top of his black boxers. "I guess you think you're so smart?" He asked with a quick nothing-special kiss to Chris's cocky smile.

"Yeah, Jill taught me, how to, pick pocket." Chris smiled as he softly panted.

"Really? Well, here's a trick that she will never know." In a flash Chris found himself face down on the floor, with Wesker's crotch pressing firmly against his haunches, one arm pinned behind his back, and the other one already cuffed.

"H-how did-"

"Many years of catching very dangerous criminals." He swiftly finished cuffing Chris then rolled him onto his back. "No shoes?" Wesker asked noticing Chris's bare feet at his sides.

"No, th-they distract, me." Chris answered nodding towards the desk. "Kay, now uncuff me? P-please?"

"No." Wesker calmly answered removing Chris's pants and lobbed them into the chair behind his head. "If I did, you might try to over power me and have all the fun here."

"Fun?" Chris shivered as he questioned.

Wesker snickered, reaching down and taking hold Chris's erection over his underwear and rolling it around lazily in his hand.

"Ahh. Wesker. Mmhhh" Chris moaned and shifted around. He tensed his legs and curled his toes, then swiftly stretched them, causing the to pop.

Wesker removed his pants and tossed them to his left. He positioned himself over Chris and watched his face attentively. Chris opened his eyes and looked at his Captain's cold smile.

"Wh-why did you, stop?"

"I want you to beg for it." Wesker stipulated as he softly pressed his groin into Chris's. In response to the new sensation, Chris pressed harder and sighed heavily.

"P-please?" he half moaned

"'Please' what, Redfield?" Wesker leered.

Chris looked away as he blushed wildly. "Please, d-don't tease, me?" His back arched as he moaned through his teeth.

"Chrriss. You can do better than that."

Chapter 3

Why? Because I can…

It only gets more explicit from here… Consider yourselves WARNED!!!!

By the way... I can only ever really see Wesker calling Chris 'REDFIELD,' so prepare for a lot of that….

Chris's body shook and trembled at Wesker's touch. He bit his lip and arched his back trying to press harder into his dominator.

Wesker enjoyed watching Chris writhe in almost ecstasy. Knowing that he was in total control was his biggest turn on. Chris's moans of yearning stimulated his mental shaft. He knew he needed to heighten his self-control or he risked slipping and ravaging the young man until he bled.

Wesker laid down on top of Chris and began to suck on his neck slowly. He took his time to feel the small pieces of slightly tanned skin that pressed against his teeth. He began to lick circles around the premature marks. Moving upward, he took Chris's earlobe into his mouth and nibbled on it casually. He could hear every sound the young man made perfectly.

"Wesk-hh.. Wesker." Chris moaned. Wesker ground himself into Chris's groin. "Wesker, I-I can't hold, much, longer."

"If you cum before me, I will have to hurt you." He pressed his mouth against Chris's and penetrated deeply with his tongue, muffling and sound the young man attempted to make. He ungulate the appendage in every direction, feeling Chris suck on it as best as he could, and still breath. Wesker broke away first and began to work on other areas.

Wesker bit Chris's neck a bit harder than before. He then moved downwards a bit and began to nip at his clavicle. He dipped his head lower to Chris's right nipple and licked it with care. Chris bucked again and Wesker knew he had to calm him to keep him from ejaculating. Wesker ran his hand up Chris's side to his head. Using two fingers he gently traced the out lines of his lips. After a moment of teasing the young boy, Wesker stuck his index finger into the waiting orifice. Moving it around curiously, he rested it firmly against Chris's constantly moving tongue. When he could feel Chris suck on it, he removed his finger and ran it down his abdomen, to the top of his underwear. He cautiously stuck his fingers under the elastic bad, and began to pull them off.

Wesker sat up and finished removing Chris's underwear. He watched momentarily as the young man shook and panted, while his rock hard member throbbed with each heart beat.

"Humph. Yet another area you can't beat me in." Wesker commented as he bent forward.

"Wha- what do you-" Chris's jaw clenched when he felt the hot sensation of Wesker's mouth over his hard erection.

Wesker knew how to handle his situation with grace. He started at the tip. Sucking with some might, moving his tongue around the bottom of the head smoothly. Chris let out a small whimper, but Albert only went further. He used his right hand to massage Chris's thigh close to his groin. Wesker swallowed down as far as he could go, then sucked back upward vigilantly. He repeated this movement over and over again, ignoring when Chris would grind against him.

"Nnuhh. Wesker-h, please?" Chris pleaded.

"No." Wesker answered. "You aren't allowed to until I do." Sitting up, Wesker slid his underwear to his knees and stroked his hard-on with presumptuous look on his face. He maneuvered forward and positioned himself with ease. He lifted Chris's thighs upward and began to align himself.

"Captain, wa-wait." Chris panted panicked.

"What is it Redfield?" Wesker asked annoyed.

"I-I've never-"

"Then I'll be gentle." Wesker could feel the head of his member pressing against Chris's waiting hole. "Take a deep breath, Redfield. And the worst part will be over quickly."

Chris exhaled harshly and began a slow steady intake. And as if on cue, Wesker began his penetration. Chris's lungs stuttered slightly, but he managed to keep his breathing at a slow pace.

When Wesker managed his head in, he took a long moment to savor the hot tight sensation Chris's inexperienced body provided.

"Breath again, Chris."

Chris began to inhale again, and Wesker pushed forward a touch faster. He could feel Chris tightening, but he didn't want to stop. The boy whimpered in pain, but it was to late to protest. Wesker pushed himself in as far as he could go. Savoring each hot pulse that Chris's heart created around his erect member.

"Does it hurt?" Wesker asked.

"No, n-not much." Chris murmured.

"Good." Wesker smirked in reply. Slowly but purposefully he pulled his pelvis back reviling half of his hard-on. With way more force than before, he forced his way back into the young man.

"Gah! Captain... Th-at, hurts."

"You'll get used to it." Once again he pulled out slightly and forced himself back in with more power. He did it again and again, picking up speed with each push.

"Pl-ea-se," Chris tried to plead over each pump of Wesker's muscular body. "It, hu-rts..."

Chris could feel every raw pump as well as the hot condensation between their bodies. But even through all the pain, there was a part of Chris that liked it. As the seconds past the pain began to subside, and pleasure gracefully took its place.

Wesker could feel his climax building. He wanted to thrust harder, but didn't dare in case of an accidental rip, that he would have to clean up. Chris moaned.

"Harder" Chris practically screamed at him. And like a subordinate, Wesker obeyed, thrusting upward with all his strength. Causing both of their bodies to jostle and move in rhythm together.

Wesker reached up and behind Chris, and lifted him up into an almost sitting position. Then as if knowing how, Chris began to ride Wesker for both of their benefits. Wesker licked and bit at Chris's nipples, and Chris moaned in electrifying ecstasy.

The End..

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