Chapter Six: Bath Time


Where the hell is he?

And the he that Wesker was referring to was of his higher self. The one who had gotten him in this mess. The one he so badly wanted to beat the crap out of when he see him. This was probably the game he was talking about.

Sharing a life with Chris.

I'm really enjoying this. (sarcasm)

Wesker was still lying on the bed. His back didn't hurt as much as it did before but, no matter how desperately he wanted to elude the apartment he wouldn't even make a budge of freedom. Why? He didn't know why. And as he pondered there his back was gradually healing taking no notice that his higher self was cloaked there in the very room watching.

Snickering.

But, also giving him a little taste of sweet remedy that will slowly satisfy the man on the bed; his back actually. It was a very slow process so, Wesker had no idea what was happening. It was like growing up. Very slowly the procedure is and you wouldn't even notice it happening. Until, the time you take in realization and wonder why you hadn't notice it in the first place?

Chris returned into the room holding a clean white towel and some clothes. But, the clothes were not displayed on the brunette's body. No, he was still walking around buck naked. But, what reason not to? He was going to take a bath anyways.

And I'd like to keep him like that.

"Good, your still there." Chris's voice surprised the blond on the wrinkled bed. Wesker turned his head to face him-Him in his bare magnificence.

Wesker felt his heart beat somewhat differently than normal. Fancy him having a heart. Wesker didn't even remember having one. But, it was there, loud and clear. Thumping loudly in his chest.

Wesker's eyes suddenly lowered.

And what do you think he caught on sight?

- If you guessed what I think you guessed then, you got it right ;) -

Wesker hurriedly turn his face away and in an annoyed voice answered, "Of course I'm still here. I've just recently injured my back."

Idiot. (He whispered). You've even witnessed it.

Chris did not answer back. Instead he approached the peeved blonde and very gently slid his hands under the blond and lifted him. Wesker was exceedingly surprised when he found that he was cradled in the man's robust arms. His body felt like it was floating even if it wasn't. It was a strange feeling to be lifted up by Chris and to be almost completely face to face with each other. One feeling he did understand was powerless. To be lifted, carried by another, has to be a sign of the non-dominant one. And the other feeling was unclear. It was still hiding shyly in the dark corners of his mind. Waiting.

Wesker felt the coolness of Chris's chest. There were some small hairs prickled on it but, in some way, overall it felt nice and smooth. It was welcoming to the touch.

Wesker snapped out of his trance.

"Put me down!" He roared. He was completely stormed, filled with rage! He tried to kick and struggle but, the pain there in his back reminded Wesker that it was still there. It gave him a great kick to the spine.

"AH!"

"Hey, just calm down, well you? If you're going to keep struggling like that you're going to make it worst."

Wesker knew that. But, he'd rather face the pain he was enduring than, being with Chris any day (Doing anything intimate).

Chris gingerly walked out of the room but, while on the way he accidentally bumped Wesker's head against the door.

"Watch it!" Wesker angrily responded towards the injury.

"Sorry."

They were now in a hallway. The walls were ivory as of the carpet. At the end of the short hallway were two white doors. The opened one had to be bathroom and when Chris entered the room it was. The petite room had all the essentials a bathroom would have, the bath/shower, toilet and sink. There were also tan rugs on the polished looking tile floor. The room was very sanitary as well.

Wesker eyed the white tub already filled three quarters of the way with fresh water.

But, at least you can look forward to the bath we're gonna have together. The words once said ringed in Wesker's head. But, not only were there words playing in his mind but, in the background there were some pictures forming vaguely there. Pictures of which he wished weren't there.

"This isn't necessary, Chris. We can skip the bath and proceed to the clothing." Wesker again was struggling (weakly?) in Chris's masculine arms. It gave a sickening comfort to Wesker and he dared not showed it.

But, it was too late. Chris was already in front of the tub. If he were to drop Wesker he would fall right into the tub of lukewarm water.

"This is completely necessary. And besides, we haven't taken a bath together for a while now."

The thought of soap bubbles, immature splashing and, them being alone together in a tub was dreading to Wesker. And to make matters worst, there was a small, yellow, rubber ducky floating freely on the surface of the water. Its face seemed amused almost as if it was laughing at him. Before Wesker could again protest about the idea of a bath together he was softly lowered into the lukewarm water. His pants still attached to him. Then, joining the sulky Wesker was of course Chris. A very eager Chris in fact.

"Sorry, guess I forgot to take off your pants." Chris noticed the wavy black color below in the water. "Here, let me do the honor." Chris drew closer to Wesker and rocketed his hands into the water and grabbed the waist of the Wesker's pants.

"HEY!" Wesker grabbed Chris's arms and tried to push them away. "I CAN DO IT MYSELF!" But, Chris wasn't actually aiming for taking Wesker's pants off just because a bath is supposed to be taken in the nude. No, instead he had something else in plan.

"STOP IT!" If not for the pain in Wesker's back, he knew that he would have succeeded in prying off Chris's grabby hands. But, there seem to be no luck lighting on Wesker. This violent action being displayed right now in the tub was quite messy. You wouldn't believe the flood of water sprayed across the bathroom floor.

Chris was a quarter ways done. He had pulled Wesker's pants down to his thighs already and this time he's using one hand to pull them down and the other for something else.

"NOT THERE!" Chris had taken hold of something that was apart of Wesker. Something long and pointy like…

"Nnnah.."

Wesker released one hand off from the grip on Chris's arm and slapped it onto his mouth.

"What's the matter Wesker?" Chris was now fondling the thing in his hand while his other was continuing the prying off of Wesker's pants.

And who do you think won this battle?

I'm sure you all know the answer to that.

In Chris's two hands were soaked black pants in which he tossed into the sink. A trail of water descending from the pants as it flew into it. And not only were there a toy ducky and two men in the tub. But, drifting on the surface of the bath water was another liquid. Something hot and white.

"Wow. You came a lot." (And only in a few minutes). Chris reached for the drain beneath him and unplugged it out. Letting all the liquids diminish before him as Wesker was panting. Eyes closed, head back a little, arms spread along the rim of the tub, and so is his legs were spread out.

I should have drowned him when I had the chance. So, why hadn't I?

Wesker awoken to a light tickle patting his chest. He opened his eyes and saw little droplets of shower water hitting his chest and Chris was ascending forward. He was now sitting in the empty space that Wesker's spread legs made for him. In his hands was a foamy white substance, shampoo. And before Wesker could say anything Chris was now thoroughly scrubbing away at Wesker's head with the shampoo.

"What do you think you're doing?" Wesker's eyes shut tightly in case an avalanche of stings greets his eyes.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Chris let go of Wesker's head and moved away to let the shower wash away all the foam entangled in Wesker's blond hair. When Wesker opened his eyes he saw that Chris was standing now. And right in Wesker's face was a shiny ass.

Wesker regretted having to open his eyes and so he closed them again.

Again, he succumbed with questions and thoughts. Mostly thoughts of questioning his own self. Why hasn't he just kill Chris just now? Sure, his back was aching but, it wasn't an excuse for Wesker to keep him from killing Chris. And what was happening to him? It was as if he wasn't the tyrant self he was. Everything was too confusing for Wesker. He hated this feeling. It was highly unlike of him. To end it all again Wesker planned that once he gets better and Chris takes him back into the apartment he was going to murder Chris again. That should end everything. Wesker thought. It must.

But, the secret Wesker had kept abused and locked away for so long was slowly emerging. Slowly.


- To be continued -

NOTES: As you can see this chapter's much longer, and improved I hope, than the rest of the chapters I've done so far since I've actually didn't hurry as much as before. This time I've actually sat down and typed this whole thing without any hurriedness at all. Well, a very diminutive amount of it actually since it's pretty darn late right now and I really want to get some sleep right now.

But, besides the fatigue I have I actually feel exceedingly jubilant now that I actually -might- take boxing classes!

G'night. =)

~S