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Author's Note: I'm sorry this took so long. Commissions and birthdays are coming first on my list of priorities. I've also been dealing with some health issues to boot. However, here's the next chapter. Don't expect another for a while unless you really, really beg!

.:Chapter 7:.

Regret

Chris lost all confidence the moment he looked down and found Albert Wesker's mouth engulfing his cock in the moonlight. His head fell back and a moan escaped his lips at the sudden warmth as he suddenly wished he had groomed himself better. A tongue wrapped around his length and suddenly Albert's nose was against the tiny curly hairs at Chris' base. Chris was lost between the pleasure and the agony of the reality in their situation.

Albert Wesker was currently giving him a blow job. His lips were wrapped completely around the brunet and working him like an absolute pro.

Albert Wesker was currently also a wanted fugitive who helped kill thousands of people. Chris didn't even want to think about everything Umbrella was currently doing or how close Alex was to them—all because of Albert.

Hell, Chris assumed Alex would be nowhere near them had they not 'saved' Wesker from the facility. However, as Albert's mouth descended from around Chris' cock, releasing the head with a loud pop, Chris truly couldn't regret rescuing the blond.

"Regretting your decision yet, Christopher?"

"Less and less by the minute," Chris sighed, attempting to sit up once more.

The sound of a T-Mobile default ringtone sounded loudly catching both men off guard. The sound of rhythmic vibrations against a wooden table came from Chris' left and he turned towards it to see the small rectangle screen on the front lighting up with 'team' in a digital font. Chris groaned, reaching towards the black flip phone sitting on the bedside table. He flipped it open and pressed the speaker to his ear just as Albert decided to push a wet finger inside of him.

Chris automatically reeled and kicked at the blond.

"Yeah?" He answered.

"I have verified some of Wesker's claims. I thought you oughtta know about it?" Lucas' voice said quietly, obviously trying to avoid waking the others.

"Go ahead," Chris muttered as Albert's hand was placed on his upper right thigh.

"Well, according to your notes, Mr. Wesker claimed Project W was where he met Alex, correct?"

"Yeah," Chris responded robotically.

Albert was busy pushing Chris' leg up, slowly, as to not disturb Chris too much despite being aware of the blonde's actions. Albert held Chris' right leg with his left hand before wetting his finger again with saliva and pushing into Chris' opening once again.

Chris muffled a pained sound considering saliva certainly was not the best option for this but didn't fight Albert's advances as Lucas continued.

"I found an entire four files on the Project alone. One for Albert and one for—"

"Alex?"

"You guessed it."

"And the children?" Chris asked allowing Wesker to work the brunette's opening with a single finger.

The blond massaged at the insides, encouraging it to open and loosen around his finger. Chris squirmed and used his free hand to push blinding at Albert's hand, listening as intently as he could to Lucas.

"Kept apart mostly. Spencer worried the group was too skilled and feared a rebellion. He favorited Albert but when he was old enough he was sent with Marcus. Alex was the physical one so he must have used him for defense during his travels. The remainder of the children died over the years," the English voice explained. "And then Marcus was killed."

"Albert was sent to Marcus to watch him and kill him when it was time but Albert didn't know it at the time," Chris stated before giving up on stopping the blonde.

"Makes sense coming from a backstabbing evil corporation like Umbrella. Anyway, when Albert Wesker left Umbrella, he disappeared for months only to reappear when Spencer sent Alex some sort of delivery. The report doesn't say what was stolen but it was vital for Alex to have it and they needed more immediately."

Albert pushed his finger into Chris until his knuckle touched skin. He curled the digit and began to roughly rub at the spot the tip of his finger landed. As if on cue, Chris pulled the phone from his ear and gasped, arching into the rough abuse.

"Wesker!" he hissed and Albert chuckled through the darkness, pulling his finger from Chris' opening.

"Apologies," he said though Chris heard no sincerity behind the words.

Chris returned the phone to his ear and found Lucas awaiting a response.

"So what Wesker was saying was true. I wonder why Alex and Spencer would be separated," he said despite the obvious strain in his voice. Lucas, apparently, was unaware.

"I could certainly find out," Lucas suggested. "Jill mentioned you have a plan for a new hideout."

"Yeah, I'm working on it," Chris admitted.

Albert decided to slip in another finger despite the previous attempts.

Again, Chris didn't object and Albert continued to simply work his opening.

"If Alex is watching us as closely as the team thinks, then we'll need a damn good escape plan. We cannot possibly just—"

"I'm aware," Chris spoke quickly through his steady inhale and exhale of breath. "I'm working on it, Lucas. G-Good job—" Albert rubbed frivolously at the spot and Chris fought to urge to throw his phone. "—Anything else?"

"According to your notes, no," Lucas stated though his voice sounded worried. "Are you alright, Boss?"

"I'm fine. I have a headache."

Albert continued to rub impatiently at Chris' prostate, massaging it and prodding it in ways Chris wasn't accustom to.

"Is there anything else you'd like me to—"

"No, I've got it under control. Get some sleep," and then Chris hung up before tossing his phone to the floor beside his bed. "You ass!"

"I'm not very impatient. I apologize."

The blond removed his fingers and spit into his palm, reaching down and stroking himself through the darkness. Chris longed to see the hard cock that he had been denied so many years and would continue to be denied after this night. He wanted to return the favor and get a long drawled out moan from the blond if only to take him out of his usual stable and well put together self.

But instead, Chris found himself gasping and moaning himself. He shoved the top of his wrist into his mouth and bit onto the skin there as Albert pushed into Chris' open hole. The blond remained silent and took his time, realizing all too well that saliva was always a last resort due to the ineffectiveness as lube. In fact, Chris heard Albert spit multiple times as he made his way in while he tried desperately to keep the brunet from the pain.

By the time Albert was buried all the way into Chris, both were panting; Chris heavily and Albert lightly. Albert ended up with both hands on either side of Chris with his upper knees pressed flush against the backs of Chris' thighs. Albert's cool torso rested on Chris' warm toned stomach and, even through the darkness, Chris could feel the blonde's eyes raking over his body. Albert shifted and Chris felt the tingling of their leg hair brushing together causing him to shiver.

Albert's hand was suddenly gripping at Chris's jaw and a moment later the blonde's lips were on Chris'. Chris released any grasp he had on the sheets beneath him and entwined his arms around Albert. His fingertips dug into the blonde's shoulder blades while his hands conformed to the bone jutting from his back. Albert bit, licked, and kissed until Chris was squirming for him to finally move, because even though the brunet enjoyed Albert's actions he worried.

Chris was well aware of their arrangement and he truly did not want any sort of long term relationship with the blonde. However, he certainly didn't want to fall for Albert. Despite everything, Albert was being far too tender—far too loving. Chris needed roughness. Chris needed to be reminded that Albert Wesker was an animal—a monster.

But it just wasn't happening.

The kiss wasn't chaste, of course, but it certainly wasn't rough; there was no clashing teeth or blood from accidentally biting a little too hard. Their kissing wasn't sweet or loving but it also wasn't dangerous—it was just confusing. It was simply good.

Albert shifted his weight to his right hand while his left traveled down Chris' body. Fingertips slid from Chris' torso down, ghosting over the brunette's abs until reaching his hips. His hands grasped onto the top of Chris' hips and he, slowly, began to pull out. Both were still rock hard and Albert was able to use his own pre-cum to his advantage as it, quite suddenly, turned into lube.

Chris gasped into the kiss when Albert smoothly thrust back into Chris. He paused as if assessing whether the brunet was ready before continuing. Slowly, at first, before Albert chose a momentum that Chris highly appreciated. The two remained connected at the lips and the hips for a long, long while. Chris had stopped caring that his team was on the other side of the opposite wall and that the person who was kissing him and fucking him was the monster who betrayed him. Every few minutes, the two would break apart to breathe but Albert would just kiss any piece of skin that his lips could find which usually meant Chris' neck or jaw but the brunet enjoyed it—maybe too much.

Chris had, eventually, begun bucking his hips to not only get friction on his painfully swollen erection but to raise his hips and allow Albert better access. Through the pleasure, Chris could already feel the dull throbbing pain in his backside when he raised his hips and knew he would be regretting doing this without proper lubricant.

Albert chuckled into the kiss when he began to notice how desperate Chris' hip thrusts were getting. Chris didn't have time to ask why the blonde was chuckling because within seconds Albert's left hand wrapped itself around Chris' cock and began to, slowly, pump. Chris' own pre-cum was enough to let his hand glide freely against the heated skin within his palm.

Chris moaned and accidentally broke the kiss, pulling one hand from Albert's sweaty back to grasp at the pillow beneath his head. Albert bit and nipped at Chris' lower chin until his lips came back into reach. Chris' lips were parted just enough to make kissing awkward but not enough for Albert to stop—so they didn't.

By the time Chris was ready to come, he was truly aching for it. Albert would touch him, tease him, and then stop and continue fucking him. The few times he attempted to touch himself, Albert would feel him move and press himself flush against Chris to keep him from reaching his pained erection in any way. But finally, Albert grasped Chris' cock and began to quickly pump him in a bad sync of his thrusts.

Albert broke the kiss and ghosted his lips past Chris' cheek until he reached the brunette's right ear. Their cheeks were pressed together, sweat mingling and heavy pants in both of their ears. Chris pulled and yanked at the pillow he held on to until his orgasm washed over him.

As squirts of cum began to stream from the tip of Chris' penis, Albert pulled out. He used his free hand to pump himself quickly and fought for the orgasm he truly had worked for. Chris swore he was in and out of consciousness for those few moments it took for Albert to finish because before Chris knew it, Albert had collapsed beside him and he suddenly had various wet sticky pools across his torso.

Neither spoke but the sound of heavy pants radiated throughout the room. Chris lay there with low hopes that cum hadn't gotten on the blankets or sheets because they had no real way to clean them and he had no interest in allowing room cleaning to come anywhere near their rooms.

Chris felt the bed shift and was startled when a rag suddenly landed on his face. It was damp and refreshing against his face but Chris, regretfully, pulled it off and began to carefully clean himself.

"Do you regret it, yet?" Wesker asked as the bed shifted again.

Chris could practically hear the smirk on his smug face as he sat down.

"Do you want me to?" Chris asked challengingly after he finished cleaning himself.

"Why would I possibly want that?"

Chris swung his legs from the bed and began to blindly search for his clothes, a tight pain shooting through his lower back as he bent over and grabbed around for his underclothes. He found his pants but didn't bother slipping them on as he began towards where the bathroom was located. Chris kept his hand outreached to feel out the walls around him to avoid colliding into any unwanted items.

"I don't know, Wesker, but you seem to want me to regret having sex with you and unless you think you're bad, I don't know why else I would regret it."

Chris disappeared into the bathroom and turned on the light before beginning the shower. He didn't bother shutting the door, as if expecting Wesker to continue to speak to him, but the blonde hadn't continued by the time Chris stepped into the stream of hot water.

Instead, however, Wesker stepped into the bathroom and leaned against the doorway, watching Chris' shadow behind the curtain of the shower. He stood there for a minute or two until Chris spoke—

"Standing there is pointless, Wesker. If you're going to join me, do it."

And he did.

Chris awoke to the distant sounds of his cellphone ringing. He grabbed blindly at his bedside table but found nothing. He groaned and sat up, glancing beside him to see a nude blond lying on his stomach, still asleep with a towel wrapped around his hips. Chris grinned and reached down to the floor to grab the phone that was just in his reach. He opened the phone without bothering to look at who it was and gruffly spoke.

"Yeah?"

"Do you know what time it is?" Jill's voice asked from the other end.

She wasn't happy.

"I was up late going through reports. According to Lucas—"

"You're supposed to be getting together a new hide out for us."

"I'm working on it, Jill," Chris said as he realized he was naked as well and the towel he wore was sprawled across his lap. "For now, go back to sleep. It's ten in the morning, we aren't currently in immediate danger, enjoy it while it lasts. Oh and ask Lucas to extract all of the surveillance footage from the last office. Maybe we'll get something from it."

"Got it, Boss," Lucas' voice stated.

"Lucas? What happened to Jill?"

"Do you truly feel the need to ask?"

"I guess not. Anyway, did you hear what I requested?"

"On it, Boss."

Chris closed the phone and set it on the bedside table, falling back into his pillow and pulling the clean blanket over him. He felt himself truly surprised Wesker was still beside him fast asleep. The blonde hadn't run in the middle of the night or tried to kill him; all Wesker was truly guilty of was fucking Chris until he passed out which isn't much of a crime (unless you ask Jill).

And Chris didn't regret it.

Despite everything Chris felt no regret. There simply was no guilt. Perhaps Chris felt as if he deserved this time to himself or the fact that he felt as if, finally, his actions had no bearing over what happened in the future. He knew this would go nowhere and was perfectly fine with it. He was well aware of how this would end and was looking forward to putting that bastard where he belonged.

Why couldn't he have a bit of fun in the mean time?

"Guilty?" the blond asked.

Wesker's eyes were still closed and his body was still but his lips had moved, and Chris realized Wesker probably had woken during his phone call. The midday sun streaming through the windows put Wesker on an impressive display. His pale back was practically glowing in the sun, drowning out some of the painfully obvious bruising Chris had caused the night before.

Chris smirked at his accomplishments.

"No, I don't regret it."

"Wait until you begin to move."

Chris winced.

Oh guys, I'm so busy it's ridiculous. Almost no time for writing and I've been getting commissions again which have been great but I've no time to complete them! I've wanted to explore other fandoms and maybe write more Grimm lately but that, obviously, won't be happening.

Wish me luck. Also, major apologies for the small chapter!