Originally I didn't like this pair, Wesker and Chris... but there is no one better suited to pair with Wesker when Chris spent most of his life out to take that man down. Now I'm writing a fanfiction about them, how the tables sure have turned...
Anyway read and review. ;)
A week.
It had been one week since that last dream.
Chris hadn't slept for three of the seven days. On day four he couldn't keep up the coffee grind and at last he fell asleep. He had feared going to sleep so much that it had physically affected him. Nausea was the most prominent. Now, wrapped in the blanket of darkness, Chris couldn't feel his fear quite so much. It was muted, dull, far away. Wesker didn't show himself that night, probably teasing him while Chris writhed in discomfort. After waking Chris went another 3 days without rest, it was a hard pace to keep up with and he was quite glad he was on his month's paid vacation, anyone around would have instantly started questioning him.
As it was, his eyelids were at half-mast and the TV was nothing but a dull buzz in the background. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He was just so damn tired.
He sat up sharply, trying to get that adrenaline pumping.
It served to keep him awake for a bit longer but finally he just couldn't take it and he could practically feel a pair of hands on his shoulders, drawing him back against the couch where his head tilted back and he promptly passed out.
-T-
The hands that had guided him became all too real as the world dimmed in a dome around that couch and Chris became aware that he was not alone. "What have I told you?" Wesker's voice made Chris' brows knit and he tried his damnedest to ignore the second presence. The intimidating male leaned over and put his lips at Chris' ear,"There's no point in hiding..." Chris remembered the words as if it were yesterday, damn him for using them now.
The brunette's eyes opened and he sat up away from the hands, breaking contact with his own personal poltergeist. "Why are you here?!" He demanded, he just couldn't get it. This was far too bizarre to just be his own imagination, Chris knew he wasn't this good.
Wesker stood to his full height, looking down his nose passed his shades at Chris as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"You require atonement."
It was so matter of fact.
Chris squinted his eyes and gave an aggravated huff but Wesker continued, "Did no one tell you not to speak to mirrors? Chanting the names of your enemies will surely have repercussions..." Chris couldn't believe what he was hearing,"Are you really pulling this Bloody Mary shit or whatever on me?" He growled.
Wesker only supplied a smile.
It pissed Chris off, he hated that face.
"I believe it's time I pay you back for last time." Chris didn't like the sound of that. He hadn't even a moment to think before Wesker vaulted the couch in a blur and slammed him back-first into the wooden coffee table behind him. Something in Chris' spine gave an audible crunch and he grimaced at the pain. "Did that hurt?" Wesker's words jabbed.
Chris refused to take the bait though,"Good." Chris threw the demon man off him, full force and pounced after him with a fist read to slug Wesker square in the face.
They landed on the floor between the table and the couch, Chris atop Wesker. Wesker, naturally, saw the fist coming and caught it in the palm of his hand. His grip tightened on the limb in his possession and Chris flinched as he tried to tug his hand free. A dark hand reached up and grabbed brown hair before Chris' head was forced down and Wesker slammed their mouths together. The roughness could only be appreciated by the blond man as his captive stopped a whimper in it's tracks.
Releasing the hand, Wesker's other hand gripped the stubbled jaw of his enemy and forced Chris to open his mouth to him. The brunette was utterly disgusted, the tongue inside his mouth lashing over every inch and yet he could feel in the pit of his stomach that biting that tongue would do him no good. So Chris braced his hands on the black fabric covered shoulders beneath him and tugged with all his might upwards. Wesker's hands wouldn't give more than an inch, if Chris even got close to pulling away Wesker was right on his heels and they somehow managed into a sitting position by doing this until Wesker let the jaw in his clutches go and they separated for air.
The flustered BSAA agent gulped down lungfuls of air but the hand in his hair made sure he could go nowhere but where Wesker wanted him. That spot seemed to be up and then abruptly back on the table.
Chris couldn't quite explain what had gone down but he was shoved quite forcefully on his belly to lay flush against the coffee table, it's length just long enough to fit the whole of his torso. Wesker straddled him like that, gliding his hands along Chris' arms until he had the man's wrists in his grasp. He held them to the legs of the table and, as if bidden, the thick wormy tentacles of Uroboros slithered from the floor and wrapped around Chris's hands and wrists, binding them there.
'Shit.'
"No!" Chris cried and bucked, trying his best to both remove Wesker from his back and at the same time not crush his package under his own weight against the table. "Such fire Chris." Wesker mused as he pushed himself up and backed up to bind those vicious feet to the table as well.
God, this must be what it felt like to be the thanksgiving turkey on that silver platter. Chris had never felt so exposed.
Wesker's hand against his bare ass made his blood run cold and a shiver race up his spine.
Where the hell were his clothes?
It was as if they had just teleported off his body.
'What the hell?!' Chris thought but he reminded himself bitterly that this wasn't reality, nothing had to make sense. The bound male refused to look back at his tormentor as he heard some soft noises go on behind him. The soft caress of the hand was soon replaced by the pain of something flat snapping against his skin.
Whap!
"Aauhh!" Chris jolted against the table at the strike and looked back over his shoulder. Wesker held a belt in his hands, the top of his pants unbuttoned and unzipped enough for Chris to see a bit of the toned muscle beneath. "What-?"
Whap!
Chris jumped again, the leather of the belt biting into the firm expanse of his backside. "Ow!" Wesker crackled a smile where his teeth peeked out, oh this would be fun. Anytime Chris tried to speak he let the belt snap against the reddening flesh. Chris, being the jarhead he was, took several attempts to notice this before going limp on the table and panting. The soft touch of a hand on his rump made Chris tense but he soon realized it was only to draw attention to his hard-on.
'And we're back to the fucking erection.' As if thinking was also against the rules, Wesker let him have it again.
Whap.
Whap!
Whap.
Chris couldn't help the defeated whimper that escaped his throat as he slumped against the table. It seemed this was what the blond man had been waiting for. Chris faintly heard the jangle of the belt flop to the ground before hands were at his abused bottom. He tensed once again, knowing Wesker was too sick and twisted to let anything nice happen. Wesker however knew the rules of pain and pleasure, if there was no balance between the two Chris would be spent long before anything could happen.
That wouldn't do.
Messaging the red globes in his hands he felt Chris' muscles uncoil and he returned to a limp state. The tender kiss to the more abused of the two cheeks drew a soft moan from Chris and he took a moment to wonder, 'Is he really kissing my ass?' The moment of humor was short lived as Wesker grabbed the cheeks a bit more firmly and spread them wide with his thumbs.
Chris' head rose at this, spine tingling as if he knew what the man was up to. Answering his intuition, Wesker's tongue darted across the wrinkle of a hole and Chris arched. "No no no no no no no!" The word marched from his lips as he shied away as far as he could go but Wesker gave no signs of having heard him. He only leaned his head further over and licked again making the puckered entrance quiver with Chris' struggle.
The brunette was at a loss, this was so weird.
His nemesis was at his backside teasing his asshole with his tongue.
What a dick.
Thinking that an invite, Wesker pushed passed the ring of muscle rejecting him and into the cavity beyond. There was no taste to speak of, only that of sweat and the smoothness of the muscles against his own. What he relished though was how it made Chris squirm, he hated it, Wesker could tell. Chris was all too pleased when the lengthy muscle was removed and he could find a moment of peace. Wesker wanted none of that while he tortured Chris and went about shoving two naked fingers into the lightly lubricated hole.
"Nugh!" Chris tensed around them. 'What the hell!' He grunted and tried to pull away but he could go no where.
The fingers within him curled and he felt them scrape along the walls closest to his tailbone before they were pulled out and thrust back in, only, grazing his insides in the opposite direction. The feeling was so foreign to him yet he still found it pleasurable. He hated thinking that at all, this was all just so wrong. Then it hit him, or well Wesker's fingers found his sweet spot but he gasped.
An intense feeling curled in his core from the stroking until it drove Chris mad enough he produced the most sluttish sounds he had ever made in his life. The shame didn't even set in until Wesker's fingers removed themselves to instead scissor him.
Chris shakily relaxed against the table, his face on fire and his heartbeat trumping all sound around him.
How could he?
Wesker was probably laughing, so pleased with himself after getting such a rise out of his prisoner.
The trapped man grumpily realized his erection had increased ten-fold after the finger fucking.
Chris was so ashamed.
Wesker wouldn't let him dwell on it long though as his fingers dug in once more and grazed his prostate. The second time was the same as the first, Chris couldn't stop the wanton noise that escaped his lips while his body arched in pleasure. God, he couldn't take much more of this. He was close. Wesker seemed to know it too because the hand he wasn't currently fucking him with pushed up under Chris' belly and took hold of his cock. Chris still remembered the strength with which Wesker had gripped him last time and he whimpered to think it might happen again. So far the hand seemed only intent on his orgasm as it stroked his length and brushed fondly against the top of the brunette's balls.
Panting hard against the table, Chris decided to just focus on the hand, if he came maybe this lunatic would vanish and he could wake the hell up. The fingers up his ass disappeared and he let out a soft appreciative groan as Wesker stroked his shaft. Chris has almost thought for a moment he would reach orgasm when the hand so lovingly caressing him turned cruel once more.
"Ahh!" Tears welled in his blue eyes as Wesker squeezed and chased his orgasm off.
The blond tyrant had assumed a position of hovering over Chris, only his hand being the part to touch his captive. "Let us not forget you are being punished here, dear, dear Christopher..." Chris grunted what might have been "Fuck you" before Wesker twisted his hand and made Chris flinch. Wesker seemed to know the limit of messing with a man's dick and allowed his hand to loosen just a bit. "Now, now..." The evil man tutted. "There is, of course, one way you may have your release."
Chris knew what it was.
It was so obvious.
The man wanted him to beg.
He was already on his hands and knees for the most part and at Wesker's mercy. Chris wasn't that desperate. He sucked in a breath and held it. Fuck, Wesker could have his dick, he'd fuckin' live but he would never recover from begging his nemesis for mercy.
Wesker frowned, aww, and he thought it would be so easy. Perhaps this was why he enjoyed Chris' struggle for all those long years.
Shifting slightly, Wesker returned his hand to that backside he was becoming quite fond of and dug his fingers in. Chris tensed once more but it hardly kept those fingers from finding that prostate of his once again. Laying down atop his captive, Albert raked that tender spot relentlessly, enjoying himself as Chris writhed beneath him in a sad attempt to not cry out.
He wasn't able to hold out for long though.
"Auuugh- Ahh, ha, ha, ha, god d-AMN it Wes-ker!" Just hearing such strife from his sweet Chris was almost too much for the beast Wesker kept hidden under his skin. All this torment was just as taxing on the blond as it was on Chris, he denied himself regardless, this was punishment he reminded himself, Chris wasn't yet ready.
At some point between the hand making his climax roil around in his groin and the hand capping his cock shut with the tight grip, Chris had dropped all reservations. "Wesker -JESUS, augh, stop this please! I-I can't take it anymore-" The hand grinding those fingers against his prostate quickened and Chris cried out, "Beg for forgiveness." The words rattled around in Chris' empty mind and he spat out almost instantly,"Please -oh- f-forgive me! I'm sorry, I didn't- I'm so sorry! Fucking let me go- fuck me- ugh, do whateeeeeh-ver y-you want to me just- let me come!" Albert was all too pleased to hear such words slip from Chris' mouth, how he had longed to hear them.
His hand loosened and instead took up jacking him off but Chris was so pent up by now he nearly exploded the second Wesker released his clutch. Chris couldn't say by what need but he moaned the cruel man's name as his orgasm washed over him and he slumped on the table, feeling absolutely boneless. The hands came away from his body and he curled around the table as if it would protect him somehow. Wesker thread his fingers through the soft carpet of Chris' hair, caressing the back of his head. "I am pleased with your performance, until next time... Chris."
Chris blearily realized he was awake then.
He was on the coffee table too, draped on it and naked like some passed out drunken whore. 'Son of a...' There was semen plastered up his abdomen and all over the table where his hips resided.
Chris couldn't bring himself to get up, he felt down right awful, whatever amount of sleep he had gotten had been for nothing.
He dreaded the idea of returning to sleep though and laid there for minutes longer until he finally rose. With how Wesker had left, Chris knew it wasn't over. He wasn't going to know peace until that monster had his way with him. How could he have been so foolish to summon his personal demon back into his life?
Questions, questions and not enough answers.
'Whatever, I need to clean this up...' Chris muttered to himself as he looked down at the messy table.
Hmm, yup, looks like this'll be a three part fic.
