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Warning: Language and Mild Themes

::Heaven::

"I can almost feel you breathing like a whisper in my ear
I remember how you lost me or how I lost you
I stare into the blackness, it's staring back at me
Why did I try to live without you? I want you, I need you" ~ Red

:: ::

"S..on?" Chris asked, repeating the word carefully, as if the word itself were dangerous. He suddenly couldn't breathe, as he felt the blond hold him tighter. He could barely process the information, nor did he want to. "SON?!" Chris suddenly yelled as he tried to squirm out of Wesker's grasp. He turned away from the man and tried to pry the B.O.W's grip off of him. His arms began to sting at the effort, but he could barely feel the sensation over the amount of rage he felt.

With who?! When?! Why didn't he tell me?!

"Let go of me!"

A growl slowly made its way to Chris' consciousness and he laid still, even in his enraged state. Even when he hated the man sometimes, he still knew who was in charge.

"Calm down," The blond growled behind him and Chris realized how tightly he was being held. There was absolutely no way Chris was going to be able to break the grip. He was as close to Wesker as possible and any space between their skins was non-existent.

"Do you think I was happy to find out I have a son?" The man growled lowly in the brunet's ear. "I was just as shocked as you, but fighting me doesn't change anything. Do you want me to leave you again, just because you found out I have a son?"

Chris' heart sped up and he grabbed onto the arm around him to hold the blond in place.

"No…" he replied as he became conscious of the dried tears on his face. He was completely enraged by the fact the man had a son, but nothing would ever be as bad as Wesker abandoning him again.

"Good. Now don't fight me about this. It's only the blood work that says he's my son, but I have no recollection of ever raising or having one,"

The silence fell heavily in the room and it was suffocating to Chris. It felt so hard to accept the fact that Wesker had a son, but Chris wouldn't argue it if it meant Wesker would leave him.

"How… How old is he? Do you know?" Chris asked when he found his voice.

"He claims he's Seventeen. He looks slightly older though,"

Chris counted the years and his eyes widened.

"He was about six years old when Raccoon City happened. Do you remember anyone you…. Erm… had an affair with back in S.T.A.R.S?"

Wesker gave a cold laugh and Chris could feel him shaking his head.

"Back in S.T.A.R.S, I strayed from my path a few times, but I'm not going to talk about that with you. We'll just say that, yes, I did have an affair. No, I do not remember who with,"

Chris shifted uncomfortably at the words. Yeah, he knew Wesker was heartless, but he couldn't help himself when the thoughts of betrayal came to him.

Will Wesker forget about me after he kills me?

"Can I… See him?" Chris asked. He wanted to know how much the kid looked like Wesker.

He felt the man stiffen behind him and Chris was afraid that he said the wrong thing.

"No. I do not want you to meet him. Ever. He is nothing you need to waste your time on,"

The words sank in, but they just made the brunet want to meet him more.

Why is Wesker trying to keep me away?

"Please?" Chris asked cautiously. He didn't want to push the blond into an irritated state, but he really wanted to meet the person who was heir to Wesker's blood. "I'll do anything you want. I… I just want to see him. I won't even talk to him if you want,"

"But I can already make you do what I want. You'll have to try better than that,"

Chris bit his lip before he tried turning in the blond's grasp and the hold around his body loosened as Wesker allowed him to move freely. He then slowly nudged Wesker sideways as he climbed on top of the man, straddling him.

"Please?" Chris whispered, nuzzling into the crook of Wesker's neck before sighing in content at the man's warmth. "I want to meet the person you've been ignoring me for. Can't you at least give me that?"

An amused "Hmm" filled Chris' ears and suddenly Wesker was rolling him over. The bed dipped and creaked as Chris felt the blond move away and shift off the cushioned surface. The brunet waited a moment to see if the other man was grabbing something, but moments passed and there was still no sign of Wesker.

Is he leaving me again? Chris thought anxiously. Did I do something wrong?

"Wesker?" The brunet whispered desperately in the darkness. He suddenly heard the clink of a chain and he gave a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry. I'm not leaving you yet," The blond soothed. "Put your hands together and raise them above your head,"

Chris swallowed hard before doing what the blond demanded. The bed dipped again and he felt Wesker shuffle over to him. How the blond saw in the dark, Chris didn't know, but he blamed the fact that the man was a B.O.W predator. His hands were then guided to a certain position and he felt cool metal trap one wrist. The trapped arm was pulled tightly before Chris' free arm was cuffed as well. When both hands were cuffed, Chris pulled slightly on the restraint and regretted it. His arms were locked above his head, most likely cuffed to the headboard of the bed and just pulling slightly on the cuffs shot pain down his arms from his earlier suicide attempt.

"That hurts," Chris grit out which was followed by a chuckle.

"They won't hurt if you don't pull on them,"

"Where did you find hand cuffs anyway?"

"You'll be surprised at the things you can find in an abandoned places,"

Chris bit his lip once more as he felt Wesker's body cover his own. The erection he had felt from the blond earlier was still there and Chris had no doubt about where this was going.

"I thought you said that you trusted me enough to not bind me," Chris accused, feeling slightly betrayed that he wasn't trusted anymore. Once again, Chris heard chuckling, this time it was closer to his ear.

"This time it isn't about trust," the B.O.W corrected. "I think you deserve a treat after all you've been through. If you deny or say 'no' once, you will lose you any privilege to meet him. Am I clear?"

Chris wasn't sure what the man had planning or if being rewarded qualified for being able to meet Wesker's son, but he just nodded and held his tongue.

"Good,"

A tongue ran over the brunet's cheek as the older man licked at the tear stains and shivers rolled through Chris' body. Wesker gave a small groan of pleasure before moving his attention to the captive's neck.

"I love it when you cry," He growled, leaving a bite mark on the exposed neck under him. The nip made Chris gasp and shiver again, and a part of him wished that he had cried more for the blond just to heighten the man's pleasure.

"You're a sadist," the B.S.A.A man accused playfully.

"Would you have me any other way?" Warm breath lingered on Chris' neck, producing more shivers from the captive.

Call him a masochist, but Chris now welcomed the man as he came. Yes, if Wesker was different maybe their situation would be too and even with heartbreaks, pain, and all, Chris was really thankful that Wesker wasn't any other way. Did he regret some of the things he did on his path of darkness? Of course he did, but he would probably do those things again if it meant he could ended up in Wesker's bed with feelings like this.

The brunet wasn't afraid to admit it now, he really liked Wesker. Probably enough to say "love" for certain now. He wouldn't admit it to the man, but at least he finally came to the acceptance himself.

A hand brushed the waist line of the boxers Chris was wearing, and the brunet pulled slightly on the chain, causing ripples of pain to go through his arms once more. For some reason, due to the amount of time away from the blonde, or just coming to the conclusion of his feelings, Chris was feeling shy. It was almost like Wesker was going to have him for the first time, but Chris knew it wasn't true. Even though he knew this, he couldn't stop the blood rushing to his face.

Unfortunately for Chris, the blond seemed to understand him perfectly, be it through his ability to see in the dark or the fact that he could feel Chris tense, the blonde chuckled and instead, ran his hands up Chris' shirt, pulling the cotton-like material up and exposing the brunet's chest.

"Feeling shy, are we?" he whispered sensually into Chris' ear, before he went back to nibbling on the marksman's neck.

Chris just bit his lip and nodded slowly, unsure if he trusted his own voice to respond as Wesker's thumbs moved in small circular patterns across his chest. He felt the blond smile into his neck and shivers ran down his spine as he felt the heat of Wesker's breath spread across his neck when he began to talk.

"Don't worry," He soothed, "I'll fix that,"

The mouth that had been working on Chris' neck soon moved lower and Wesker was soon nipping a trail onto the brunet's abdomen. Hands slid down Chris' body and soon fingers hooked onto Chris' pants, tugging the fabric down slowly.

"Say it again," Wesker suddenly growled, abandoning his trail making and Chris felt the man's heated eyes on him even though he couldn't see him. Flush rose to Chris face again and he didn't know what to say. What did Wesker want him to say?

"Say…. What?" Chris finally asked, unsure of what was expected of him.

"Say that you need me,"

Chris blinked a few times in the dark, processing what the blond wanted.

"I… I need you, Wesker,"

A delicious growl rumbled from the blond and Chris shuddered in pleasure at the sound. His pants were then quickly pulled down and then off his body. He heard the cloth crumple to the ground as Wesker tossed it to the side.

"Again," Wesker demanded, hooking his fingers under the waistband of Chris' boxers.

"Wesker…." Chris groaned, the shyness still not going away, the chain of the cuff clinking as he pulled on it and more pain shot through his arms, making him hiss half of the blond's name.

"Say it," The blond growled impatiently. Even though it was the second time the B.O.W demanded it, Chris' stomach fluttered at the thought of how intimate it was. Just saying that he needed the blond was like a love confession itself and he wasn't 100% sure, but it seemed that Wesker enjoyed hearing the words spoken again. Maybe the feelings Wesker had were similar to Chris'? The marksman's tongue swiped at his bottom lip nervously. He doubted it, but in the moment, it seemed like a possibility, and just the thought of the possibility made Chris' heart clench and beat faster at the same time.

"I. Need. You." Chris drawled, feeling suddenly bold at the thought of Wesker sharing feelings for him.

"I'm going to make it so that you'll never want to leave me again. I'll make you live for me,"

:: ::

The cold metal of the door knob was slick under Chris' clammy hand. Did he really want to go through with it? Even though he wanted to do anything he could last night to see him, did he really want to meet Wesker's son?

The ex-S.T.A.R.S members had emerged from the blond's bedroom which was on the top floor and they had traveled down flights of stairs before Chris recognized his floor, the one that held him and Piers. The room he stood before now, was on the other end of the hall to his room and Chris was starting to think that it'd be better if he went back there, or better yet, to Wesker's bed.

"Second thoughts?" An arm wrapped around the brunet's waist and a hand reached out and covered the hand of Chris' that held the doorknob.

"Not sure… I can't get over the fact that you have a son… Are you sure he's yours?" The hand that covered Chris' tightened ever so slightly and Chris wasn't sure if it was to encourage him to open the door or keep him from opening it.

"As far as I'm aware, yes. He is indeed mine. Do you still want to go in?"

Chris bit his lip and reached down, pulling the man's grip from his waist.

"Do you want me to not talk to him?"

"I won't stop you but I would prefer for you not to meet him all together,"

The brunet pulled his hand back from between the knob and the blond's hand, before stepping to the side and looking at Wesker. The man was dressed in his usual black attire and sunglasses, making Chris' eyes travel the length of the man's body. He had missed seeing Wesker for the past month and ever since he woke up this morning with Wesker in bed with him, Chris had taken each opportunity to gaze at the man.

"I'll follow you in,"

Wesker gave a curt nod and turned towards the door, turning the knob as he did so. There was only silence as the door opened easily and Wesker walked in. Chris followed closely but paused when he realized the room was nothing like his. In fact, the room didn't even look like it was part of the hotel. Medicine cabinets lined the walls and the room was fairly big in comparison. A metal examiner's table sat in the middle of the room and in the far space away from the door, walls jutted into the room squaring off where the corner would be. On one of those walls, Chris could see a door and a window, which led the marksman to believe that it led to a new room all together.

He wanted to go peer through the window but he kept himself from doing so. Only moving to catch up to Wesker who was standing at one of the counters, opening cabinets before pulling out some sort of bottled liquid, a cotton patch, and gauze. The blond turned and headed towards the smaller room stopping right before the door.

"Did you want to come in?" Wesker asked after a short pause of silence. Chris bit his lip and then shuffled over to the room, peering into the window as he passed. What he saw shocked him. The room was actually much bigger than he imagined, making Chris believe that the door was just a way to enter the larger hotel room next door. The room was much more like Chris' with the bare walls, but the room lacked the view that Chris had with his glass walls.

The door glided open with ease allowing both men to step through, but Chris stayed back, unable to locate the other human in the empty room.

Maybe Wesker doesn't have a son? Is he going crazy?

Chris was beginning to believe the idea, but Wesker turned sharply as he entered the room and crouched down suddenly. The brunette moved closer and peeked around the doorframe getting a glimpse of the male that was heir to the Wesker blood.

He was not quite what Chris imagined him to look like, but still Chris was shocked none-the-less. The male was sitting under the window, legs crossed with his head against the wall. His hair was cut short in a buzz cut kind of fashion and instead of blonde like he was imagining, the boy's hair was more like a russet. Even though, he was slightly slouched, the brunet could obviously tell that the male was pretty toned and fit for his age. Chris' eyes traveled to the young male's face and he found that he was being stared at. Instead of averting his gaze, Chris continued to stare back as well. The boy's eyes were an ocean blue and it was that, that made Chris freeze up.

They look just like Wesker's when he was still a part of S.T.A.R.S…. Chris pondered, as he stepped into the room more to get a better view. The kid really does kinda look like Wesker…. He could see it in the kid's facial structure.

"Let me see your arm," The blonde cut in suddenly, crouched down next to his son still. The brunette was the first to look away from the eye contact as he walked around Wesker, curious about what was going on.

"What happened?" Chris asked quietly as he observed the bandage around the other male's arm. He looked back up to the kid's face and found that he was being glared at.

"You happened, asshole,"

The venom in the words shocked Chris, his eyes going wide, unsure if he had just imagined the words.

"W-What?" Chris stuttered.

"Fuck! Let go!" The kid hissed suddenly squirming. Eyes traveled back to the bandaged arm and found that Wesker had a tightened grip around the bandaged area.

"I don't know when you'll learn," Wesker growled. "Watch your tone because I don't want a repeat of the last few weeks,"

"Okay! Dammit! Just let go!"

The blond released his grip and began unwinding the bandage on the boy's arm. Immediately Chris saw the red marks of where Wesker grabbed him and Chris grimaced. It looked quite painful and if there was a wound underneath the rest of the bandages, Chris couldn't fathom the thought of the pain.

The bandage was soon removed and Chris saw a small puncture wound in the crook of the elbow, which was beginning to bruise ever so slightly. The brunette frowned at the sight but was glad that it wasn't too serious. He watched as Wesker soaked the cotton patch in the liquid he brought in before dabbing it onto the small wound. A hiss flowed from the male, but the blond took no notice and continued until tossing the cotton and beginning to re-wrap the arm with the gauze.

"So what happened?" Chris tried again, crouching next to Wesker as the man worked.

"I had to transfer his blood to you," The blond stated simply as if it were a normal conversation. The straight forwardness caught Chris off guard before he comprehended it.

"You… what?"

"I. Gave. You. His. Blood. For. You. To. Live." The words traveled slowly as if towards a child and Chris froze, staring at the man he thought he lived for.

"Why would you do that?"

A sharp laugh sounded through the room and the brunette was surprised when he looked to the source of the sound and found the boy.

"Why're you laughing?"

The kid looked up, meeting Chris' eye with a glare.

"You're fucking ridiculous, I can't see why he'd want to save you so ba- FUCK!"

The boy's hand flung to his injured arm and he glared daggers to the blond whom had pulled the bandages to a painful tightness.

"You do not have permission to talk about something you know nothing about,"

"Oh, that I know nothing about? Please. You ran in here with him while fucking frantic. You just couldn't wait to save your little bitch," The words came out with such loathing, you would have thought that they were sworn enemies from the moment they laid eyes on each other.

Chris felt the tension wash over him and for some reason he was surprised. He didn't expect such animosity between the two males, but there they were, both looking as if they wanted to kill each other. It made him wonder why Wesker kept him here all this time. Of course it was probably the blood connection that kept the young male alive, but it wouldn't shock Chris if he woke up to learn that Wesker killed had killed his son.

In order to break the tense silence, Chris looked towards the younger male and asked, "What's your name?" Eyes opened wide, revealing the blue and Chris was surprised by the change of tone when all the kid said quietly was "Jake,"

It confused Chris, why Jake seemed to suddenly change tones, but he just continued to stare at the kid, studying his features.

"Your age?" He knew that Wesker had told him before, but he wanted to make talk with the blond's son.

"Seventeen,"

Chris hummed slowly as he watched the young male, but was soon distracted as Wesker rose. He followed the man's movement with his eyes until the blond exited the room and the brunette continued to follow his actions through the glass as the man placed the materials back into the cabinet. Chris wouldn't doubt that even with the glass and wall between them, Wesker could still hear their conversation.

"What's with the sudden change?" Chris asked looking back to Jake. The younger of the two kept his eyes lowered and remained silent, looking upset. "You were pretty hostile and then all of a sudden you seemed….. How do I describe it… Shy? You answered my questions willingly though. Why?"

"You're ...-rent,"

"What?"

"I said, 'You're different.'"

Chris' brow knit together in confusion.

"How'm I different?"

Finally Chris caught the blue eyes flicker to him and their gazes locked.

"He never asked me for my name or age until recently. You asked right away. Based on what I saw, you also tried to kill yourself to escape this place, right? I may not like you very much, but I can tell that you aren't the same as him. I'd rather place my chances with you than with that guy,"

"Chances?" Chris asked. "What do you mean by that?"

"Chances to get the hell out of here,"

Instantly, Chris' eyes flickered upward and found Wesker leaning against the countertop, no doubt listening in on them.

"I don't think it's possible to leave this place," Chris whispered, looking back to Jake. "I also don't know why you would expect my help after being rude,"

"I'm… sorry," Jake grunted, as if the word was something he had a grudge against. It was slightly obvious that the kid wasn't sorry, but Chris had to kinda give credit for trying. "But from what that guy tells me, you get to leave and walk outside pretty often,"

Chris pursed his lips together in thought. He couldn't deny that he was allowed to leave the hotel, but he hadn't been out doors since Wesker disappeared from his life.

"I don't think he'll let you out," Chris warned as he tried to imagine why Wesker would share those details with the younger male.

"Of course he won't, but you will,"

The brunet's eyes narrowed at the statement and he looked up to find an amused Wesker watching him from the counter. The brunet quickly darted his eyes to maintain eye contact with the boy.

"Why would I do that?" Chris whispered.

"Because I know you want to get out of this place just as badly as I do,"

"And how would you know that?"

"Why else would you try to kill yourself?"

Chris couldn't argue that point because he didn't want to go too in depth, so he hugged his arms defensively to his body.

"I wouldn't even know the first step to help you get out. Sorry, but I can't,"

He began to stand up, but a hand grabbed onto the crook of Chris' elbow, keeping him from rising.

"At least take me with you when you go outside. I can't stand being in here all day,"

A sigh escaped Chris' lips and he removed the hand from his arm.

"No promises,"

With that, the B.S.A.A member got up and walked to the door.

:: ::

"So?" The blonde asked as they walked through the hallways together.

"'So' what?"

"Was it worth meeting him?"

Chris glanced over at the blonde and found that he was being observed.

"He's….. different from what I expected, but it was worth meeting him,"

"How so?" The blond's pace slowed and Chris followed until they halted, both turning to look at the other. Wesker stepped closer, forcing the shorter man to take an instinctual step back.

"In, uh, which way? Different or… ?"

"Both."

Another step forward and then another step backwards.

"Oh. Well he has your eyes. The before Arklay mountain eyes,"

Another step.

"What about them?"

"I just wasn't expecting it. I guess I was just imagining a smaller identical copy of yourself,"

Step.

Chris' back hit the wall and he shivered at the intimidating image of the blond trapping him.

Forearms braced themselves on either side of the marksman's head and Chris felt the man's lower half press and mold into his own.

"Would you enjoy that?" Wesker growled playfully. "Another god like me?" There was a swivel of hips and Chris bucked involuntarily at the pleasing action. A flush hit his face as he looked away and at the forearm that blocked his sight. "Do you think any other person can sate you like I?"

Chris shook his head just barely enough to make his answer clear, but not enough to show the blond his fully heated face. The blond's other hand, outside of Chris' vision, grasped his chin and slowly forced him to lock eyes with his captor. Chris immediately shivered and "felt himself grow excited as he got a clear glimpse of Wesker's eyes. His sunglasses pushed up onto his head.

"Do you need me?" Wesker rumbled, leaning in close.

Chris didn't break eye contact as he nodded, face still flushed.

"Say it." The growl brought more shivers down Chris' spine. The hand pushed Chris' head back to the side and lips were at his ear, nibbling and licking. Making their way down the brunet's neck as the captive man whimpered with desire.

"I need you."

Wesker's free hand trailed down Chris' side as his kisses and nips became rougher and more dominating. Groans of desire sputtered from Chris and he brought his hands up to the small of the blond's back, pulling the man closer to him.

With a final growl and a hard last nip of the neck, Wesker pulled his face away slowly, pulling Chris' chin to meet eyes again.

"Good and I plan to keep it that way,"

Again, heat rose to the brunet's face and he actually dared to push against the man's hold and lean forward, ducking his head to press his forehead to the other man's collar.

"When do I have to go back?" Chris asked, not wanting to end his time, but wanting to know how much more he had left.

"Back?" The blond asked quietly, pressing his lips into the other man's hair.

"Back to my room. With Piers,"

There was a small silence as they stood there together, arms lazily draped around the other.

"That's not going to be your room anymore,"

Chris pulled away sharply and looked up at Wesker with a slight panic.

"What? What about Piers?"

"He'll be fine. I'll make sure he's cared for and you'll be free to see him, but from now on you'll be staying with me in my personal room,"

A small sigh of relief ran through Chris as he tried to hide his pleasure. Of course there was no need as the blonde pulled away with a smirk.

"Come." The command was small yet powerful enough to get Chris excited as he began to follow at the heels of the blond, hoping they were going directly to their bedroom. Even after the weird events of the past few days and lonely weeks, Chris wanted nothing more than to spend his time catching up with the man who had captured him in more than one and he didn't dare think about how long his happiness would last.

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Author's Note: I am so, so, so, so sorry!

I recently hit a bout of depression after starting college and it's been taking a toll on me and my writings. Hopefully I will be able to close this story out shortly and I am so thankful to any and all who read this. Thank you for sticking with the story as poorly written as it can be and thank you for being as patient as possible. I hope to release more often in the future.

Thank you,

::Rhyme