Chris grasped Wesker's cock firmly, stroking it a few times before leaning down and licking the head. The brunet swirled his tongue around it, coating it in layers of his saliva before licking along the underside. Pre-cum beaded on the tip of Wesker's cock and Chris did not hesitate to lick it off before taking the head into his mouth and sucking.

Chris tried to break free, to control his actions, but to no avail. It was like trying to break free of steel restraints. It was impossible. He screamed at himself mentally, disgusted for being such a slut.

The brunet slowly took inch after inch of Wesker's length into his mouth, until he could take no more, the tip of the blonds cock at the back of his throat. Wesker let out a low growl, which did all the more to arouse his slave's body.

Chris bobbed his head up and down, the entirety of Wesker's cock filling his mouth over and over. Wesker ran his hand through the brunet's hair, gripping his locks and forcing him down onto his cock faster, causing the brunet to moan in pleasure. A few more hard thrusts and Wesker came, growling deeply. Chris licked his lips and remained on his knees, waiting for a new order.

Chris saw an opening. It was like a crack in a pane of glass; a weak spot. He hit it with all of his will and broke free from the prison.

Chris took in lungful's of precious air, glad to be in control of his own body again. He could still taste Wesker's seed in his mouth, but ignored it. Said man was lying on his back on the bed, catching breath. Now was his chance…

Chris stood and ran out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and straight to the front door, and barrelling through it using his shoulder without even stopping. He made it one step onto the lawn before Wesker was behind Chris in the blink of an eye, grabbing a handful of the brunet's hair with one hand, the other wrapping around Chris' waist and pulling the brunet against himself. Wesker pulled Chris' head back viciously, causing him to gasp and exposing the skin of his neck. Wesker bit down hard, ignoring the screams of pain from the other. Blood trickled from the wound, sliding down pale skin slowly for a moment before Wesker lapped it up.

"See what happens when you disobey me, Chris?" Wesker spat out his name.

Chris screamed as jolts of white hot pain swam through his body.

"Aghhh!"

Wesker released him, letting the brunet fall to his hands and knees.

"Looks like you had to learn the hard way. Then again, you always were quite stubborn..."

Chris groaned and stood quickly, using all of his energy to swing at Wesker, who simply caught Chris' fist within his own before the brunet collapsed against him, panting hard.

"So…weak."

Chris' eyes slowly fell shut and he gratefully accepted the dark embrace of oblivion.

Leon pressed his back against the tall pine tree, taking a deep breath before stepping out into the open, his handgun drawn, and surveying the area. Once he was sure everything was clear, he gave signal to his team to move up. The location Chris had messaged him from was a two story house in the middle of a forest, which was now surrounded by hundreds of soldiers. Leon only hoped he wasn't too late.

As Leon stepped out into the open, walking across the small field in front of the house, a loud creaking noise was heard. He instantly raised his gun to eye level and aimed at the front door, which swung open quickly. Everything was silent for a few moments before Chris walked out, clad in a black V-neck tee shirt and black cargo pants. His hair was longer and more scraggly, giving him a wild look. Chris also seemed a lot thinner than when Leon saw him last….

"Chris!" Leon yelled out to his old friend, lowering his gun and running towards him. It had been so many months since he had last seen the brunet…

As Leon was about to throw his arms around Chris, the brunet raised his hand quickly, backhanding Leon in the face. Leon staggered back in shock, slowly raising a hand to his red cheek.

"…Chris?"

As Leon looked into Chris' eyes, he knew. Those shallow, faded orbs no longer held his friend within them. They withheld a monster.

Dozens of soldiers raised their guns at once, the motions sending echoes throughout the empty space. Leon took his hand from his face, putting his back to Chris, and signaled to his men.

"Stand down!"

Just as he gave the order, a sharp, hot pain shot through his lower back. It took Leon a moment to realize what was happening, and by then he was already on the ground. Dark crimson liquid pooled around him as Leon reached behind himself and tore the serrated combat knife from his back, his hand shaking as he dropped it onto the ground.

His men moved in, their guns still trained on Chris.

"Don't shoot! This is a rescue mission!"

Footsteps could be heard, and Leon turned to see no other than Albert Wesker striding gracefully towards Chris from behind.

"Leon, how nice of you to join us."

Leon watched as Chris didn't visibly flinch or move away as the blond put a hand on his shoulder.

"Although, there seems to be a problem. You've come to rescue Chris, yet he doesn't appear to want to go."

Leon raised his gun and pointed it at the blond, his finger tense on the trigger. He kept his jaw tense, trying not to give in to the white hot pain flowing through his lower back.

"Just let him go, Wesker!"

The blond's eyes flashed red under his shades as he glared down at Leon. He lazily raised a hand, flicking his wrist at Leon.

"Kill him."

Wesker vanished just as Leon fired a bullet, moving far too fast for anyone to see, before appearing in the semi-circle of soldiers. Slowly, one by one he began snapping their necks and backs, dispatching them at a very quick rate. Bullets were sprayed everywhere, some hitting nothing while others hit his men, but not once did a bullet touch Wesker.

Chris only hesitated for a moment before tackling Leon to the ground, his hands wrapped around Leon's throat, cutting of his oxygen supply.

"C-Chr…is…" Leon tried to pry Chris' hands off his throat, but to no avail. His vision was blurring at the corners and a pressure was building in his head. Leon reached down to his belt, pulling out a tazer and stabbed Chris in the chest, sending ten thousand volts through his body. Chris let out a choked scream before releasing his grip and falling unconscious beside Leon, who coughed wildly and tried to catch his breath.

Once he recovered, Leon slid his arms under Chris' armpits and began dragging him through the woods towards the helicopter that was waiting for them. He felt terrible that more lives were lost under his watch, but Chris' life was more important than any of them. The pilot helped Chris onto a gurney in the back and started the helicopter, the blades fanning the air. Soon they were airborne, leaving Wesker behind to stare up into the sky and smirk.