Chapter Two: Beast Within
(I HAVE ADDED SOME CHANGES TO THIS CHAPTER) - 6/21/09
(No....Don't…)
"Are you sure you want to do this Chris?"
"…Yeah…I'm sure."
"Chris, you do know that it is a very painful process. Are you certain you want to proceed? " Again showing an unconcern for the unmindful Chris.
(Why?)
Chris hesitated for a few seconds. "…Yes. But, go slow."
Wesker took a deep and quivering breath. This is the first time Wesker has even initiated into doing something like this. It was highly unlikely of him. Especially, if the action he was about to perform next was with…
Chris,
The newly recruited S.T.A.R.S. member.
Not to mention
a man.
How did it all come to this?
Wesker had always pondered on the thought of doing it with a woman. The award at the end for doing so was always as anticipated as and more pleasurable than with a man. Plus, he had a concealed desire for his victim to be someone he actually loved.
But, it was too late to stop this. Wesker's free-will was already manipulated by the beast that every man had contained inside them since childhood. The beast that laid dormant inside their host until the right time came for it to be unleashed outside into the world. And the only precise and effective way to become free from the clutches of this monster was to satisfy it even if it meant committing a gruesome act.
Wesker slowly inserted the already bristling phallus into the area where it was made for. Though, the entrance to this Eden was forbidden once inside it was exceedingly gratifying. And the admission for Wesker will cost him a great deal. But, he lacked the intuitive feeling to care and continued to make his way in.
"Aaaaaahhhh…It-it hurts!" Chris snaffled Wesker's overhead shoulders and held it tightly as Wesker's invasive member slowly proceeded inside him.
(Don't!)
"I did warn you, Chris…Shall I continue? If it too afflictive for you I will stop." These false words easily passed through his mouth when really what occupied his mind was the aggressive beast that desperately wanted to break him right there and right now. Such a sweet thought to distressingly damage Chris at this perfect moment. To watch Chris hemorrhaging as he was helplessly traumatized by the overpowering predator that was now highly impatient in desiring to consume his delicious prey.
Wesker licked his lips as his veiled eyes peered upon his robust meal. He gently thrust the impatient member inside as promised.
"Aaahhhh...ahhhh!…..it-it hurts so much Wesker!" Wesker paid no attention to the fretful Chris below him. He was too engaged in consuming his prey and began to thrust in faster.
(STOP THIS! NOW!)
"Wesker…Wesker…Wesker….Aaahhhh….!"
His luring voice echoed again as Wesker picked up his pace. Little breaths of exhaustion escaped through their mouths as Chris's eyes blinked off the endless flow of stinging hot tears. His head bobbing up and down on the consolatory pillow he rested his head upon painfully crying out to the Captain.
Chris tightened his grip on Wesker's broad shoulders trying to reduce the pain that burned deep inside of him. Again and again the burning intensity from the process injured him. But, it wasn't just pain he felt. There was also a growing feeling of pleasure which had just now made its presence known to Chris.
Wesker had taken notice to the pathetic sight and enjoyed every second of it. He chuckled as he thought about lodging the soon to erupt phallus in all the way. But, instead lowered his right hand until it reached the treasure it was searching for. He softly gripped it in his fist and stroked it.
"Aaahhhh…."
A crooked smile appeared on Wesker's face as he continued to fondle with Chris's sensitive phallus, which was on the verge of bursting already. But, at least it was obliterating the painful cries that escaped Chris's lips covering it up with the arousing groans and shivers. Chris arched his back to ameliorate it more while Wesker quickened his stroking.
"Weh-Wesker, I'm gonna cum!"
An explosion of a thick white fluid erupted from the orgasm as it overlaid Wesker's retreating hand and Chris's sweaty abdomen. It formed yet again a crooked smile on the predator's face.
"Chris…I never knew you were so naughty…" He erotically nibbled and whispered these cheek reddening words in Chris's ear followed by a low heart-skipping chuckle. Then, he immediately crammed his tongue into those soft lips of his.
"Mmmnnn…Mmmmnnn!!" Wesker intensified his thrusts into the now uncomfortable brunette who wanted to scream so badly! But, his voice of hurt was only muffled by Wesker's suffocating kiss.
Again the tears trembled down his pink cheeks stinging them. But, luckily Wesker decelerated the painfully apace movements and released his lips from the gasping brunette.
"Chris! I'm going to CUM!" With a change of course Wesker stopped his quick movements but, only to slowly and painfully lodge the bursting phallus deeper in Chris.
(NOO!!)
"WEH-WESKER!!!!!"
"CHRRRRIIIIIIISSSSSSSS!!"
The triumphant captain fell onto the brunette as they both panted with the enfeeblement they had gained in the ritual. After regaining a bit of lost energy he rolled off of Chris and sat upon the edge of the bed rubbing his sweaty forehead. He was about to retrieve his clothes and leave but felt a soft but, beckoning nudge in his lower backside. Wesker turned his face to look upon Chris sleeping again in that peaceful state.
Asleep already? Wesker question himself in his mind. He lightly petted the prey that he victoriously and viciously had made his. Then, he crawled in right beside him letting Chris rest his weary hand upon his firm chest.
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"NO!!!" Wesker awoke panting from the same dream he had just experienced yesterday. That dream that he had longed to banish from his disconsolate mind.
Wesker rubbed his eyes and got up from his depressing bed of nightmares for he knew his deficiency. For years he could never have that well rested night he thought he deserved. Though, Wesker didn't really need any sleep, an advantage for becoming superhuman, but he did miss having to sleep. It was one thing that helped remembered his once human self and helped eased his anger as he drifted off to a sweet dream state without having to face the pain when he was awake.
Everyday has been hectic chaos and it would be nice to rest once in awhile. So, every weekend Wesker would sleep for a few hours and it had always quelled the excruciating pain that dug deep inside him.
That is until he dreams.
Now that Chris had invaded his dreams how is able to sleep? It is an option not to sleep but, how else can he relieve the pain? Taking it out on people was another and it was always enjoyable to see them suffer like he did. But, it wasn't that affective as sleeping.
Damn you Chris. Why must you interfere with my sleep?
Wesker firmly planted his palms on the dirty surface of a grim covered table that sat exactly in the middle of the room.
No! I mustn't let him win! Wesker slammed his wrists abusively on its surface demolishing the table.
Chris is only a figment of my pitiful dreams. He cannot harm me. His existence that violated my rest is but only a bothersome faux. Wesker chuckled wickedly as he paced the wooden floors of the ram shackled house.
Yes, I'll end these dreams once and for all…
Wesker approached a crimson vase contained of fresh lilacs sitting deplorably aside of his bed. Smiling, he grabbed the bundle and once tightly fitted in his palm he easily crushed their petite neck laughing a chortle laugh. Stopping until his volume increased to the point where it was enough to send the whole house down literally. Then, he deliberately ripped their heads and threw them intemperately on the rotting wood below.
And in his twisted mind he crouched besides the herds of lilac heads and imagined them as Chris's rived head and the stained water droplets as spilled blood and tears that were once of mercy. Wesker softly petted the head and chuckled. He then waved his fists in the air and pounded them. Scattering every helpless petal all over the floor until nothing was left in Wesker's view but, a single droplet of Chris's imaginary tear on Wesker's pugnacious glove which was then swept away by the night's cool air, along with its other body parts, to a place to die peacefully.
- To be continued -
NOTES: Yeah, I know the ending was a little shaky. I was showing Wesker's…… insanity at the end I guess. I don't know. But, I'm currently searching for a beta reader to help me improve my stories since it's very conspicuous that I'm not much of "writer." If anyone's interested please feel free to PM me.
~ S
