Let's just say this is the only proper way I could put in a hot smutty WeskerxChris session without totally destroying the story. I'll probably upload the smutty section as a one-shot too. Enjoy! ;)
Unconscious
Chris, Claire and Daniel were climbing up the stairs, all becoming quite exhausted. Running through the zombie apocalypse and now these stairs... good thing they were all in great shape. Especially Chris...
Then they suddenly stop, when, at the 7th floor, they see a strange mold growing on the walls.
'What's... that?!' Daniels asks scared, as he sees it's... breathing.
'Stay back.' Chris pushes Daniel and Claire behind him as, he points his flashlight on it, trying to see if he recognized it.
Some type of new bioweapon...?
Then they hear a woman's scream coming from behind the door to the 7th floor. Claire looks to Chris hesitantly.
Chris sighs.
He bashes the door open and scans the hall. Nothing but darkness.
But out of nowhere, a black slimy tentacle smashes the door shut behind him, separating him from Claire and Daniel.
Chris then sees the black tentacle charging right at him.
He roll dodges to the right and starts shooting the tentacles root coming from the sealing. The tentacle quickly retreats and Chris runs to the door to the staircase, but a thick black mold covers it almost instantly.
He can't get away.
'Shit...' Chris turns away from the door, pointing his flashlight at the dark halls, sweat dripping down the sides of his head as he sees...
...blood all over the halls and mold growing across the walls.
He covers his mouth with one hand and keeps his gun pointed as he traverses the infectious hall. He sees a green emergency exit sign on the opposite of the floor.
Another set of stairs...
He suddenly hears wet, sticky sounds coming from above him, followed by a tentacle lunging at him. He dodges it, but more come from the back. He runs through the hallway, trying to reach the exit, but a dozen of tentacles drops out from the ceiling and block the hallway.
Chris turns around and sees the tentacles behind him charging at great speed. Chris quickly dashes into a medical room on his side and shuts the door. He looks around the room, searching for something to barricade the door with, but sees a woman, no... a corpse laying on the floor.
She must've been the one that screamed...
It's now that Chris notices all the mold in the room, seeming to be slowly growing tentacles themselves. Chris tries to open the door he had just closed, but it's being blocked from the other side.
The tentacles grow larger. They envelop the female corpse laying on the ground and... pull her into the mold, consuming her.
Chris starts panicking and starts smashing and charging at the door with all his strength.
If he could do it with a boulder, a door must surely be possible.
He charges.
The door cracks.
He charges again, hearing the mold coming closer to him.
The door breaks and he stumbles into the hallway.
But he's surrounded by the mold.
From all sides he's attacked, as tentacles start penetrating his body. He screams in pain, feeling a cold liquid spreading through his body, pushing all of his own blood out of his mouth, eyes and ears. But even with all the tentacles trying to rip him apart, with his own blood flowing like waterfalls down his body, he starts taking steps toward the exit. Hard and painful steps, tearing his own limbs as he struggles against the force of the tentacles crawling all over and through his body..
As he slowly, but surely moves forward, he looks at his own hands. They were turning black.
I can't die here... I can't...
And out of nowhere, one of the tentacles wraps itself around Chris' eyes, blinding him. Chris tries to rip it off, but his arms get pulled down. Seeing only darkness, he feels something slimy rip at his legs and he is thrown to the floor.
Even then, Chris uses all his strength to crawl, not even knowing if he were heading the right direction.
But it's then when he feels a giant tentacle burst through his chest, feeling it wriggling through his ribcage. Chris starts puking the black liquid as he feels it entering his stomach.
He then feels even more tentacles bursting through his arms, shoulders, legs and abdomen. He tries to move, but he starts choking on the black liquid in his mouth.
Blindend and being torn apart, he slowly goes unconscious...
x
Chris was laying on a bed, tired and feeling unusual. He didn't know if he was dreaming or awake.
The last thing he remembers was heading into the Spencer Estate with his partner and lover, Jill Valentine. Heading in to kill his former captain... Albert Wesker.
Chris tries to get up, but feels both his hands were chained up, against the red-sheeted bed he was laying on. He looks around the dimly lit room, the moon shining in through the tall windows and occasional lightning making the warm Mansion interior visible.
It looked just as romantic as it did terrifying.
Chris doesn't see Jill anywhere. They must've gotten separated...
Chris tries to struggle loose, but to no avail. Then he freezes, as he sees a blond man entering the room.
'Wesker...' Chris grunts angrily.
But only with the presence of someone else, does Chris become aware he was only wearing his tight BSAA shorts. His big bulky body was completely exposed. It terrified him.
Wesker walked towards the window, looking to the pouring rain and black clouds surrounding his castle. He then glances over to the brunet, studying his toned body from afar.
'Looking better than always, Christopher.' Wesker smirks.
Chris starts sweating, afraid of being so exposed. So exposed near... Wesker.
'I'm with Jill now, Wesker. And that means I'm here to kill you.' Chris threatens, aggressively trying to break loose. But his chains don't break, only shaking the bed with his attempt to escape.
The blond slowly starts approaching the brunet, undoing his long leather coat, showing his toned body through his black skin-tight combat suit.
'Do you think I care Chris? I just wanted to have some fun before I kill you.' Wesker smirks as he steps onto the bed, towering above his subordinate.
Chris tries to back away, but there was nowhere to go. The blond seemed to enjoy Chris' futile efforts. Wesker crouched over him, his mouth close to Chris'. His cold combat gear touching Chris' exposed skin, sending shivers down Chris' body.
Chris looks at Wesker, scared and angry, noticing the blond having unnaturally red eyes. He smells his scent, it being... hypnotizing.
Chris was losing himself...
'Get... get the fuck away from me.' Chris spit out, trying to threaten Wesker with an angered look.
Wesker looks down, between his and Chris' abs. 'Oh, but it seems you're telling me otherwise.'
Chris' member was fully erect, pulsing against Wesker's groin. Chris sees his own erection, eyes going wide, confronted with his own body betraying him. 'Get the FUCK away from me...' Chris tries as a last attempt.
'I'm going to enjoy myself, Christopher, and I suggest you do the same. There won't be any opportunities left.' Wesker then starts licking Chris' neck, biting in it every now and then. Chris can't help but let out a soft moan as he tries to wriggle himself loose, but the blond keeps having his way.
Wesker slowly goes down, kissing and caressing Chris' bare chest.
Chris starts breathing faster.
Wesker slowly makes his way down over Chris' abs, onto the brunet's tight BSAA underwear.
Chris could see with his own eyes, his leaking cock, embarrassed at his own arousal. Wesker looks at Chris and they stare at one-another.
Chris slowly becoming more and more horny, looks nervously to Wesker and then back to his own member, not knowing what he truly wanted...
Wesker smiles and takes off Chris' shorts, exposing Chris' pulsing cock and toned behind. He comes close to Chris' member almost touching it with his mouth, but he stops and looks at Chris, devilishly. The brunet was now suddenly staring back eagerly, blushing red at his own desire and wanting some release from the tension.
The blond enjoys Chris' longing look, but leans back up to see his subordinate becoming frustrated, wanting it. Wanting him. 'F-fuck you.' Chris says nervously, taken aback by his own eagerness for Wesker.
Wesker opens his pants, showing his impressive member. Chris looks at it scared.
'What... No...' Chris resists, unsure of how he was feeling.
Wesker then spits on his fingers and inserts two of them between the brunet's butt-cheeks.
'Aaah... S-stop it.' Chris protests. But he was enjoying it, as Wesker noticed in the way Chris started breathing.
'Submit.' Wesker demands.
'Ne- ver.' Chris answers.
Wesker grabs Chris' cock with his free hand and starts stroking it. Chris can't help but release a few moans through his closed mouth.
'I'll nev-her, submit to y-y-h-ou.' Chris mutters through his rapid breathing, feeling tiny amounts of precum already exiting his member as Wesker caresses it.
Even though Chris tries to fight it and keep up his dignity, he starts looking at the blond submissively, slowly enjoying Wesker's movements. Wesker then positions his member near Chris' vent, all while having his eyes locked onto Chris'.
The brunet, all riled up, seems nervous, but doesn't actively protest, his eyes looking back at the blond.
Wesker slowly slides his throbbing member into Chris' virgin ass, making the brunet let out a load moan. 'FUCK!' he shouts as he feels Wesker sliding into him. All without breaking their eye-contact.
Wesker then bends over Chris, forcefully pressing his forehead on Chris', making Chris go into submission. He stares Chris in his eyes as he slowly slides in and out, hearing soft, muffled moans every time he goes all the way.
'You want to fight me, Chris?' Wesker mocks, dominating the blue eyes, feeling Chris' vent slowly opening up to his big member.
'Ye-yes.' Chris says softly, looking back at Wesker with his intense blue eyes. His body submissive, sweat dripping down his temples and his body on fire.
Wesker starts fucking Chris harder.
'Do you really want to kill me, Christopher?' Wesker mocks again, listening to the brunet's breaths getting shorter as slides in and out faster.
'I... I...' Chris feels Wesker jerking him off harder, feeling all of his senses firing up bumping up and down against Wesker's lower abs, making him shiver all over his body.
He stares intensely at Wesker, occasionally moaning through his teeth, as he feels his own cock pulsing within Wesker's firm grip. He couldn't resist it anymore. He wanted to cum.
Chris then... softly shakes his head submissively, his face not being able to blush any harder.
Wesker smiles.
He goes back to Chris' neck and starting biting, small amounts of blood dripping onto the bed, to which Chris clenches his teeth and let's out an exhilarating moan, making Wesker thrust into him even harder, his black leather shirt sliding against Chris' sweaty hot body with every thrust.
'Aah, shit stop it!' Chris says, unable to think clearly.
Wesker bites down hard on Chris' neck, making more blood flow out as his thrusts become evermore faster and harder. He also feels the brunet's member coming closer and closer to it's breaking point, as Chris starts moaning harder and harder.
Wesker returns to Chris' face, leaving a bloodied neck behind. Chris breathes heavily feeling something overtake him as he... goes in to kiss Wesker. Wesker embraces Chris' desire and invades his mouth with his tongue. The air fills with their musky scents, as they kiss eachother furiously.
Chris tries to leave the kiss to breathe, as he feels his climax approaching, but Wesker bites down on the brunet's tongue, locking him in his mouth. Even with Chris' moans being muffled, they get loader as he feels Wesker bite harder, his own cock ready to explode. Chris' blood soaks out between their mouths giving him an iron taste. Never had he ever felt so many exhilarating sensations during his sex with Jill.
Right now he is being fucked by Wesker... A Hot. Throbbing. Demon.
But as he feels himself coming closer, moaning harder, trying to breathe, locked into Wesker, he let's out a muffled scream as he feels an unrelenting thrust, Wesker's body smashing into Chris', a warm liquid spreading across his insides and leaking out of his entrance.
Without a moment's pause, Wesker increases his jerking on Chris' member rapidly, biting evermore harder on Chris' tongue.
Chris is in pain, trying to get loose, but he's not strong enough. Each wince or wriggle, tears at his tongue. Not wanting to rip his own tongue off, he gives up and let's his approaching climax take him over, his body starting to jerk, having so many painful and pleasurable sensations fighting each other over dominance.
Chris looks Wesker directly in his eyes, giving Wesker all his power, eagerly thrusting into his hand, wanting to climax.
And with a loud moan and jerk into Wesker's grip, Chris' cock shoots out a fountain of white semen, creating a hard contrast on Wesker's black combat suit.
Wesker then lets Chris' tongue go free and brunet gasps for air and spits out blood. He catches his breath and he and Wesker look at each other intensely, both not moving a muscle, both enjoying how close they were to eachother.
'You're fucked up Wesker...' Chris says angrily, the BSAA soldier slowly coming back to him as his lust had been taken care off.
Wesker stays leaned in on Chris, not even pulling out. He grabs Chris by the back of his throat and pulls him close.
'You know you want me Chris.' Wesker says, as he thrust another time, making Chris moan against his will. 'If I had a way of making you join me, I would'
'I'll... never join you Wesker...' Chris says softly again, still red and sweaty from the climax he just enjoyed with his arch-nemesis.
'As expected, Christopher.' Wesker says slightly disappointed as he pulls out. The blond zips up his pants and takes a long hard look at the sweaty, sexy brunet laying so very exposed in front of him.
'Then I'm afraid this will be our final goodbye.' Wesker injects Chris with a small syringe, and makes him, even though he tries to protest, fade out of consciousness.
x
Chris can't move, as he's laying on the floor of the hospital hall. Everything around him seems so very far away. He hears muffled voices coming from above him.
'You told me you had everything under control...' A voice says angrily.
'The G-virus must've merged with the type-D Uroboros, or Redfield's body wouldn't be recovering now. So... the mission is still proceeding as planned.' A voice replies.
'And the bioterrorists?'
'Being taken care off. They're holding out on the top floor.' 'Don't worry, we'll make sure they're eliminated and that Redfield gets out alive.'
Chris tries to open his eyes, but the flashlights blind him, as he can only open them slightly. Then he sees again a blue Umbrella logo sewn into someone's heel.
'If any lasting harm comes to him, you know the dire consequences.' A distinct voice says.
'We should leave him here, his partners will come to retrieve him soon.' Another voice replies.
Chris again slowly fades away from consciousness, feeling all the holes in his body slowly healing and closing up.