I do NOT own any of the Resident Evil characters. All credit goes to Capcom, but I do own Blaine.
This is my first FanFic so please don't hate...
Warning: Language and slight Yaoi ((WeskerXChris)) ((ChrisXBlaine))

Anyway~ Enjoy!

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"Can't you help me? As I'm startin' to burn
(All alone)
Too many doses and I'm starting to get an attraction
My confidence is leaving me on my own
(All alone)
No one can save me and you know I don't want the attention"~A7X

::Too Many Doses::

A small clap came from the doorway. "How very... touching." Blaine commented. "I suppose you would like an award of some kind? Something like 'Most-Exaggerated' scene?" He sneered before walking over to Wesker and Chris. "I would also like the time to remind you, Albert, whose possesion Chris is in. Therefore I would have to calmly ask you to leave."

Wesker pulled away from Chris to stare down the other man. "I'm afraid I can't do that now that I know your intentions..." Blaine blurred out of view, as did Wesker.

Chris looked around trying to find the two men. They were there a moment ago but then they disappeared. He heard a sickening 'crack' towards the door and finally found the two men. The silver haired man was hunched over a large hole in the ground, panting, with his fist hanging in front of him. Wesker on the other hand, was a few feet away looking at the other man, without a sweat.

"So this is Cat and Mouse, eh, Albert?" He spat.

"I prefer to tire out my prey before I go in for the kill." Wesker commented. "Although I never expected you to tire so... quickly." With that, the two men disappeared again.

What the hell is happening? Chris thought, straining his eyes to keep up with the blurs around the room. He hated that the men were too fast for him to see.

"Why don't you just shut up and die already?" The disembodied voice screamed. "When you're gone I'll be able to have EVERYTHING! I could succeed where you FAILED!" The voice growled. Then everything stopped. Blaine was next to Chris and Wesker was at the doorway across from them.

Chris looked over to the man next to him. Unease filling his every being. That was the man who touched him. He inwardly cursed Wesker for being so far away from them. He wanted the man to touch him and tell him everything is okay, but it wasn't. Chris was chained up with a madman, Wesker was being chased down, and he was injected with a drug that would never leave.

Great. He sarcasticly thought. I bet the B.S.A.A is going to accept me now... With that thought he started to see Jill. Both men were now clones of her. Chris shuddered thinking about how quickly the drug worked. He shook it off and tried to concentrate on Wesker. Soon the Jill image disappeared.

Wesker realized the position he was in. The position of not being able to be near Chris to prevent something, and not being able to do anything about it if something DOES happen.

Blaine, reading Wesker's emotions perfectly, took advantage of the situation. He pulled a gun out, from god knows where, and pushed it into Chris' side.

Chris flinched a little before switching his gaze to meet Wesker's eyes. He could see that the blonde had still not put his glasses back on from trying to show his eyes to him. He guessed that the older man wanted to make sure that Chris knew it was really him still.

"Now that you're done running Albert, I want you to choose." Blaine moved closer to Chris and put his free arm around the brunette's waist. "His body or his life?"

Chris' eyes grew wider in fear. He didn't want to die. He tried to move out of the man's touch but Blaine just tightened his grip around him. He looked back at Wesker in a panic.

"If you don't stop struggling Chris I'll be forced to shoot..." Blaine stated coldly as he kept his gaze locked on Wesker. Chris instantly stopped moving. His heart beat started to speed up. He didn't know what to do, his life was in Wesker's hand. For all Chris knew Wesker would just let him die. Why wouldn't he? They were enemies after all, and Chris did leave him in a volcano and shot him in the face with a RPG. He sighed.

"Why so gloomy, Christopher?" Blaine sneered. He kept his eyes on Wesker as he bent over to give Chris a little nip on the shoulder. Chris gasped a little and squirmed some more out of discomfort.

Wesker could do nothing but watch. He never felt so... weak and helpless. There was the other man touching and feeling all over his enemy calling him by the name that only he himself had a right to say. In his point of view Chris was only his to touch and torture as he pleased. Chris was over all, his.

All of a sudden a plan formed in his head. A plan that Chris would never like. He thought it through as the man before him started to kiss Chris all over. Although Wesker didn't like the plan it was probably his best way out.

"I have an answer now." He stated as calmly as he could.

"Okay, let me hear it then." Blaine replied as he let go of Chris and turned towards Wesker. He moved the gun to Chris' chest, to show how serious he was.

Wesker gave a slight sigh before answering. "I want his... everything." He smirked then blurred away out of sight as he started running towards them.

As soon as Blaine saw Wesker blur he pulled the trigger. It echoed loud in the room.

Chris gasped as the pain set in. He had been shot through the chest. He felt his blood run out and down his body. He started to shake as shock took over. He knew Wesker wouldn't help him. He felt betrayed again like he had in S.T.A.R.S but he had no right to. As he thought before, he did leave Wesker in a volcano to die. This was probably pay back for that.

He could feel someone's arm around him and his chains that restrained him breaking. He didn't bother trying to figure out who. His vision was going black. He felt himself going colder and he tried to snuggle up to the arms as soon as he was freed from the wall. The person lifted him up ((Princess style! Hell yeah! xD)) and started to run. Chris felt the wind against his face from the speed. If he were to die, then he was happy to die in warmth and knowing that Wesker was by him.

He tried to stay awake but he felt himself going under, and soon was unconcious.

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Chris felt hot when he started to feel again. Extremely hot. Not in a sexy way but in a flaming way. He felt like he was slowly burning. Then he thought about it. If he was dead he'd most likely be in Hell. He couldn't think why. He tried the think of every moment of his life. Maybe... He thought, Maybe it was from my days back in S.T.A.R.S. He thought about his affairs with his ex-captain. He thought about how he enjoyed it and wanted more every day. That had to be it... He decided.

Chris opened his eyes and saw Wesker over him with lights all around him. It was like a little piece of Heaven in Hell. He smiled before reaching out to grab the blonde. He pulled himself up off the bed and locked lips with the man above him. If I'm going to stay here and be with my only sin forever I might as well do what I please. He felt the man wrap his arms around his waist gently. He smiled then frowned. Wesker wasn't someone to be gentle... He pulled away to look at the man. He saw the usual image of Wesker. Slicked back hair, glasses over the eyes, emotionless face, dark apparel. Same old Wesker.

He sighed and went to reach for the glasses only to be stopped by a hand. He paused and cocked his head to the side.

"I see you're awake, Christopher." He chuckled.

"Y-you talk?" Chris asked, shocked.

"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?"

"But... I'm dead? Aren't we in Hell?"

Wesker took a moment to take in Chris' confused look.

"No. I can certainly assure you that you are NOT dead, Christopher." He sighed. He wouldn't let anyone kill Chris except for himself, of course.

"Then... Then what's going on? Why is my body burning?" He looked down to where he was shot and there was nothing there. "What happened? How long was I out?" Chris panicked. If he'd been gone for a long time, he was sure Claire and Jill would be worried. Wesker turned into Claire and almost gave Chris a heart attack at the quickness. He shook away the thought and thought of Wesker, sighing in relief when he turned back to normal.

"Too many questions, Christopher..." Wesker sighed. "You've only been out for a few hours though."

"T-that's impossible!" He yelled. "I got shot! Now there'es nothing there! It takes longer for a bullet wound to heal than a few hours!"

Wesker paused for a moment and pursed his lips together in thought.

"Christopher, from now on you must quit the B.S.A.A. You're not allowed home and you may certainly not go out in public... If you must, you have to wear sun glasses or contacts." Wesker demanded.

"W-what?" Chris asked, sitting on the bed.

"Let me explain. When you were shot you were practically dead I took you to my headquarters to help save you. I had to give you some doses of medication and well... I guess I gave you too much." The blonde pondered. "Clearly, there was a mistake in the syringes and to my surprise, you were accepted by the virus that the mistaken one contained."

Wesker lied to Chris. He wouldn't be so clumsy as to give Chris the wrong shot. He was simply... curious... to see if it would save him. He had nothing to lose anyway. Chris was dying and without the shot he would've died. If the virus did not accept him then he would just be infected, but that slim 5% was in his favour. Apparently the universe did not want Chris to die yet.

"Don't lie to me Wesker, tell me what's really going on." Chris demanded as he panicked and moved away from the man.

"I already told you, Christopher. There is nothing that can change the fact that you are like me now." Wesker smirked as he sat down on the chair by the bed.

"Give me a mirror..." Chris squeaked.

Wesker, already planned for the demand, pulled out a hand-held mirror and gave it to Chris.

What Chris saw made him nauseous. The brunette looked at his reflection. His hair was it's same messy self, his face perfectly the same except for his eyes. His eyes were flickering back and forth between colours. They flickered from his original blue to a crimson-yellow. The same eyes that Wesker had.

"Why... Why did you do this to me?" He yelled.

Wesker took a step toward him and Chris backed up into the wall to get more distance from him. Wesker got up on the bed and put both hands on the wall, one on either side of Chris' head.

"Christopher," He growled. "Do you regret that I tried to save your life? Do you really wish you were dead so that you would float off into nothing? Tell me Christopher, because I don't know what you want." He crushed his mouth to the brunette's. "Is what you want something like this?" He snarled as he pulled away. "Or maybe it's this?" He reached into Chris' boxers and immediately started to stoke Chris' member.

"W-Wesker..." Chris moaned as he gripped the covers for support.

The blonde soon started to pump Chris and again crushed his lips onto the brunette's. Listening to the well earned moans from the brunette, he pulled away and started to tug on Chris' boxers. He straightened out Chris' legs and pulled the boxers off. He kissed the brunette's toned chest and worked his way down until he was kissing his subordinate's member.

"Do you regret it Christopher?" He mumbled.

"N-no I don't..." Chris gasped.

"Good boy."

Chris shuddered as his ex-captain took his length into his mouth.

"Nnngh..." Chris moaned. His breathing becoming less and less steady as the blonde bobbed his head with his tongue swirling around the shaft. He tried not to buck his hips to keep himself from gagging his ex-captain. "I- I'm going to- nnnggh!" Chris moaned as he exploded into the blonde's mouth. Chris panted as Wesker pulled away and spit off to the side.

"I'm going to go clean up then..." Wesker stated as he started walking towards the door. "I suggest you do the same. There is a bathroom out this door and to the right. There are clothes in there for you for when you're done."

"Oh... um... w-wait!" Chris called out after him as he jumped out bed. He grabbed onto Wesker's shirt. "I uh wanted to thank you, sincerely. Even though I'm ... ya' know, infected." He looked down, embarrassed. "So ... Thanks."

Wesker looked at him then brushed him off. "Stop your stutterings and 'um's and 'uh's. You're acting like a little girl. Also, don't misunderstand. I only saved you because I'm the only one allowed to kill you." He turned away then walked out the door.

Chris smiled. He could've sworn Wesker blushed a little just then. He was sad that he wouldn't be able to do the things he normally would, but he was truly happy to be alive.

I only saved you because I'm the only one allowed to kill you. The words echoed in the brunette's head. He felt like he should have been scared. Maybe he was but he didn't feel it. Instead he felt...happy. If only Wesker was allowed to kill him then he wouldn't have to worry about anyone else trying to. It also meant that Wesker would always be the one to help him. He couldn't help but smile as he pulled on his boxers and walked out the door and to the bathroom.

Author's Note: Okay so I'm hoping this is longer than the others... ((I don't really pay attention to the length...))
Hehe, so the other day I stayed home to play RE5 all over again... I can't get over Wesker and his sexy epicness along with Chris' smexeh body...
I would also like to mention that I felt lazy so I didn't exactly make a draft to this. Yay for randomly writing. Also I didn't exactly look over everything so there are probably spelling errors...
Ah well... I'm planning to write more chapters to the story because I have some more ideas for this... But I'm not exactly sure how to get a nice chapter out of it...
I also apologize for the lack of Yaoi for those Yaoi lovers ;o I'm new to Yaoi writing so I'm learning slowly on what to do better.
Anyway enough of my boring talking ~

Thanks for reading~!