A/N: Thank you very much for all of the feedback on this story, you wonderful people! I would've had this chapter up sooner, but my brain has been pretty fried in the wind down from exams, and then I got stuck on part of it, but CarEKaos gave me a way to continue which I'm sure will be enjoyable to you all :D
Summary: After Resident Evil 5. Chris tries to return to normality whilst Wesker tries to regain his humanity. Wesker/Chris slash. If you don't like it, don't read it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil.
Warning: Oral sex... sort of consensual, sort of isn't
Night of the Hunter
Chapter Three
Chris could feel his heart pounding in his chest. "What... what are you doing here?"
"You didn't expect to see me again, did you, Chris?" Wesker asked, stalking towards where Chris was standing. "You thought that I had died in that volcano, didn't you?"
"How did you survive?" Chris demanded. "You were... you were in burning hot lava! There was no way you could've survived that! This is all just... it's all just a terrible nightmare! You're dead and I'm dreaming... it's Post Traumatic Stress Disorder or something... none of this is real."
"Chris, I can tell you honestly that I am alive." Wesker said. "And stop speaking aloud, it makes you sound insane."
"That's rich coming from you." Chris scoffed.
Wesker rolled his eyes. "Are you still pissed off about that? Really, Chris. I thought that we could put everything behind us... I thought that we could try to get along – I could help you, you know."
"Stop trying to make yourself sound like this is something that can be solved with a handshake and a few beers." Chris snapped. "And how could you help me, Wesker? What could I possibly want from you?"
"Chris, do you seriously believe that I would want to be friends with you? You're the one person who always ruins my plans." Wesker said, pacing up and down the room with his hands behind his back. He stopped at the window, looking out over the city skyline. "The only thing I want is to have my revenge." He turned to face Chris. "I want to destroy you, Chris. I'm going to do it slowly. I'm going to take everything that you love, Chris. I'm going to make you watch as your life crumbles around you. I'm going to start with your sister."
"Stay away from Claire you bastard!" Chris hissed, balling his hands into fists. "Don't drag her into this – don't. She hasn't done anything to you. This is between me and you, Wesker."
"Don't even get me started on what your sister has done." Wesker scowled. "But, none of that is important at the moment. The only thing that is important is me and you – us."
"There is no 'us'."
"Oh, Chris..." Wesker tutted. "There's always been an 'us'."
"Don't even bring that up..." Chris said in disgust, shaking his head as he stepped backwards.
"Don't bring what up, Chris?" Wesker asked, stepping closer to Chris.
"Stop playing games, Wesker. You know what I'm talking about."
"Oh, I'm sure you're referring to the times in the cupboard in S.T.A.R.S, the showers, you're old apartment – various places there – need I go on?"
"Just... stop..." Chris growled. He hated Wesker. He hated him so much... why did he have to bring that up? After the betrayal, Chris had done everything he could to forget any time with his old Captain that could be considered anything less than professional. "I want you to get out of here, now. I don't want to see your face ever again."
"That's not very nice."
"I don't give a fuck." Chris snarled.
"What did you just say?" Wesker asked, cupping a hand around his ear. "Did I just hear you say that you miss when we used to fu –" A punch to the jaw prevented Wesker from finishing his sentence.
"I want you out." Chris growled. "I want you out of here right now. Go away, Wesker. Find a nice island where you can live the rest of your life in peace – maybe you'll decide that you don't have to destroy the world, and I can live my life safe in the city. Just get out of here – I never want to see you again."
"Is that it?" Wesker asked, touching his jaw with his fingertips, making sure nothing was broken. "Do you think I'm just going to listen to you and leave you alone now? You ruined my life, Chris –"
"AND YOU RUINED MINE!" Chris yelled.
"Chris, Chris, Chris..." Wesker shook his head. "We both have different ways of defining what a life is. You seem to think that you're insignificant existence is a life – it isn't. I have a life Chris – I'm a God. I can do whatever I want to. I'm perfect." His eyes flashed dangerously. "And then there's you: an ignorant mortal who is always ruining my plans." He took a step towards the other man, who raised his fists in a fighting stance. "I take it you don't keep a gun in the apartment? The BSAA took it away from you, didn't they? It wouldn't surprise me."
Chris narrowed his eyes. "You don't have a gun either."
"Which is why killing you will be all the more satisfying."
Chris's body was working on adrenaline as he threw himself to the floor to avoid the punch Wesker threw. He rolled onto his back and kicked his legs out, trying to knock the blonde to the floor too. Wesker caught Chris's foot and smirked as he twisted it around, making Chris cry out in pain and kick out with his other foot. Surprisingly, he caught Wesker off guard and managed to clip the other man's hip, making him loosen his grip on Chris's ankle.
Chris kicked out again, forcing the blonde to retreat a few steps. Wesker's retreat gave Chris the few extra seconds he needed to get back on his feet and aim a punch to the other man's groin. In an alarmed moment of self preservation, Wesker deflected the punch, leaving Chris with another opening to deliver a blow to his stomach.
He's slipping. Chris thought as Wesker kicked out at him again, catching him off-guard. I've dodged several of his attacks, and I've managed to get more hits on him than I would've thought.
Wesker caught Chris's fist and twisted his arm around behind his back. "I expected more from you after everything we've been through. It's a shame that we aren't more evenly matched, Chris." He kicked Chris to the floor and rested his boot on Chris's chest, just above Chris's breastbone, preparing to cause some – perhaps fatal – damage. "I think it would've been an interesting fight if we were on the same level – unfortunately, you are beneath me – I am superior, Chris. I always have been. I am a God and you are nothing."
Chris growled, trying to push Wesker's boot off him. "Some people consider that blasphemy, Wesker."
"And those people are fools." Wesker said. "You know what it's like, Chris, to hold someone's life in your hands – you know how it feels to choose whether they live or die. It's exhilarating." He pressed his foot down. "Now, imagine that feeling amplified – imagine if you held the power to choose whether everyone in the world lived or died – imagine having that much power, Chris – that power qualified me to be a God, and there is no doubt about my existence."
"You're a fucking psycho!"
"I don't think that's very respectful, Chris." Wesker tutted. "It seems as though I'll have to postpone killing you to teach you some manners."
Chris's blood ran cold. This does not sound good.
"Oh, come on Chris. Why do you look so terrified?" Wesker grabbed Chris by the front of his shirt and hauled him upwards into a kneeling position, a smirk forming on his lips. "It won't be anything you haven't done before."
"Let me go!" Chris snarled, thrashing against the man standing in front of him who was blocking his escape.
"Like I said, no manners." Wesker sighed. "If you had said 'please', I may have considered letting you go. Now though, I don't think I will."
"Please let me go?" Chris fumed – in a normal situation, he never would've degraded himself to the extent of pleading Wesker, but he just wanted to get out this situation alive... and hopefully still in one piece.
"Tch. No." Wesker rolled his eyes. "Why ever would I do a thing like that? I have you right where I want you, Chris, and there's nothing you can do about it." He grabbed a fistful of Chris's hair and pulled him up onto his knees properly.
Chris felt sick.
He had an idea of what Wesker wanted him to do – no, he knew what Wesker wanted him to do. Everything had clicked into place in his mind now. The fact that Wesker had him on his knees, and what Wesker had said – 'It won't be anything you haven't done before.'
"I'm not going to... Wesker, you can't make me do this!"
"I think you'll find that I can."
"No!"
"Chris, either you do this for me now or I go to your dear sister's apartment and kill her slowly." Wesker said, unzipping his flies. "So – what's it to be?"
Chris muttered something under his breath and looked up at Wesker, grimacing.
"Good boy." Wesker chuckled and gripped Chris's hair tighter. "Now come on, I don't want this to take all night."
Chris glared up at Wesker as he unzipped the other man's trousers. Wesker was smirking down at him, slightly relaxing his grip on the other man's hair. He slid the fabric down Wesker's hips, trying to stop himself trembling. He couldn't show Wesker that he was afraid – that way Wesker would've won whatever sick little game he was playing.
"Can you remember doing this before, Chris?" Wesker asked, leaning back against the wall as Chris pulled down his trousers so that he had more room. Wesker wasn't wearing any underwear – he hadn't wanted to take any from Chris's chest of drawers. "Can you remember that time that we were in my office and we were nearly caught by Jill?"
"Don't talk about her." Chris growled, now refusing to meet Wesker's gaze. He was staring at the floor to avoid coming to terms with what he was about to do.
"Oh I'm sorry, did I hit a nerve?" Wesker cooed.
Chris looked up and found himself face to face with Wesker's arousal, pre-cum already leaking from the slit. He hadn't even done anything yet – it just showed what a sadistic man Wesker was, already having a hard-on at Chris going onto his knees in front of him.
"Of course, nothing would've ever happened between you and Jill, even if the BSAA hadn't taken her away." Wesker shrugged.
"You don't know that."
"Chris, you shouldn't be talking – I didn't say that you were done yet. You haven't even started." He yanked Chris's hair, making the other man grunt something – quite possibly a swear word... or even two. "Go on, get to work."
Chris sighed in defeat and glared up at Wesker. It's just a blow job. If I do this, then maybe he'll leave me alone. He knew that he was being optimistic, but it was better than surrendering himself to the reality. It was the voice in the back of his mind that kept echoing 'It won't be anything you haven't done before.'
Wesker gasped as Chris took his arousal into his mouth, placing his hands on the blonde's slim hips. He had forgotten how it felt to succumb to something – to succumb to his desire and what his body needed. He moaned as Chris tongued the slit and then proceeded to run his tongue up and down the length, still glaring up at Wesker. He was trying his best to make the blonde feel uncomfortable, but it was obvious that it wasn't working. Wesker enjoyed the defiance in Chris's eyes, the fact that he loathed what the blonde was making him do.
Chris began to bob his head up and down, adding a light scraping of teeth. His teeth lingered a little too long, and Wesker pulled his hair sharply, growling. "Watch what you're doing, Chris. It wouldn't be wise for you to try anything..." Normally he wouldn't have minded, but as he was still recovering from being submerged in lava some areas were a bit more sensitive than usual.
Chris growled something, now just wanting to get the ordeal over with – his jaw was aching and he just wanted the other man to leave so that he could go to bed. The vibrations in his throat caused by the growling made Wesker hiss and moan, forcing himself deeper into the wet heat of Chris's mouth. Chris dug his fingers into Wesker's hips, trying to stop the blonde making him gag in his eagerness. He finally closed his eyes, remembering back to before he and Wesker had become enemies – back when they were lovers. Wesker had always been in control of his emotions, but there were moments when he would slip up and maybe even feel something. They had been the moments that Chris had locked away in the darkest corners of his mind, determined never to see Wesker in any way other than as a monster.
"Chris, oh... fuck..." Wesker panted, now leaning his entire bodyweight against the wall as his knees began to buckle. It was so long since he had indulged in sex with anyone. He couldn't remember the last time he had even stopped to consider being attracted to anyone. He moaned as Chris began to suck harder, bobbing his head more vigorously.
When he released, Wesker threw his head back against the wall and let out a low groan, his hand slipping down the side of Chris's face to rest on his shoulder. Chris pulled away and was about to spit the bitter tasting load at Wesker when the blonde's hands shot out, grabbed Chris's hair again, and the other pressed under Chris's jaw, holding his mouth shut.
"This was supposed to be a lesson in manners, Chris." Wesker sighed. "It went so well until just now. What on earth gave you the idea that I would allow you to spit? Swallow it all, now."
Chris did nothing.
Wesker rolled his eyes. "Come on, Chris. If you do spit it on me, all you'll be doing is ruining your own clothes."
What? Chris's eyes widened when he recognised that the shirt and trousers that Wesker was wearing were from his wardrobe. Son of a bitch. At least he didn't take my underwear. With a grimace, Chris swallowed and Wesker let go of his head. Chris was about to attack the other man in retaliation, but Wesker grabbed his hair and hauled him to his feet.
"Good boy." Wesker whispered, his breath ghosting against Chris's lips.
"You're sick." Chris snarled.
"Oh, don't be so self-righteous." Wesker rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner's of his mouth as he slid a hand between their bodies. "You enjoyed it just as much as I did." He groped the bulge in Chris's trousers, and the ex-BSAA agent bit down on his lip to stop himself reacting.
"I gave you what you wanted." Chris growled. "You can leave now. You can leave me and Claire alone."
Wesker chuckled darkly. "You should have realised by now that I always come back. Thank you for the clothes. I'll be seeing you again sometime... I can promise you that." He leant forwards slightly and let his lips touch Chris's as though he was going to kiss the brunette, but then he pushed him away and headed for the apartment door. "Make sure you don't bring Penny back with you next time... unless she's into that kind of thing."
Chris watched as Wesker opened the door and left, closing it quietly behind him. He leant back against the wall, running his fingers through his knotted hair as he slid down the floor, sitting with one leg stretched out and the other bent at the knee. After the events of the night, he was too tired to take the few steps until he reached his bedroom – it wasn't like he was going to sleep much anyway. Sleep was something that didn't come easy to Chris, ever since this whole mess had started.
A/N: I hope that chapter was worth the wait!
I will try to start chapter 4 as soon as possible, most likely within the next week or two, but I will try my hardest to get it up... but I should concentrate on some coursework.
Any comments or feedback are appreciated, and thanks for reading!