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Devil May Cry

When one leaves cracks in a piece of glass, they are forever to stay. The crack can only enlarge through the course of life, making the piece blurry and dazzled. Their personality will be blunted as the crack moves deeper, even breaking some of the entity. You can then cover this inner piece with walls and metal pans, protecting it from further damaging and building up strength for thy own. The glass, however, will always be broken, forever scarring whoever carries it.

Let's just hope Wesker knows how to glue it back together.

The hallway now had two trails leaping across the room. One was green, slimy and used for dark purposes. It was from a beast that was spread across the dining hall by the martial arts master in sprinkles, much alike sawdust. The other one was more disturbing.

Chris had been bleeding severely between Wesker's arms. The spikes had hit some vital veins, which led to his extreme blood loss. Wesker left them all in place, because removing them would mean even broader exits for the blood to leap out of. The brunette was already going pale and cold.

Once inside the medical room, Wesker grabbed a can of first-aid spray and tried to heal Chris with it. It stopped the bleeding to some extent, but not enough to keep the man from his state of dying. He had to give Chris another regenerator pill to save him. Hence, Wesker ran back towards the research lab to retrieve a sampling of the regenerator virus.

"Don't you die on me, Chris…"

For those two minutes of separation, Chris laid there on the blood covered sheets of the emergency bed. He was completely motionless. Lifeless. Chris' mind slowly wondered across the events of his life as his body was giving into death.

His parents' death. His banishment from the air force. Claire. Jill. Sheva. Wesker. A minute went by as he lingered upon these memories, as death came evermore near.

Closer to death, the brunette's mind could only revision the greats in his life. The S.T.A.R.S. days, spending time with Claire, flying through the air in his armed jet, defeating Umbrella with Jill and 'working' with the old Wesker.

If only Wesker wasn't an actual maniac, Chris would've most definitely wanted to be with the man. Though, in his last fascination, at this moment, they were together. They were both fighting bio-terrorism. As lovers, companied by all the great people in Chris' life.

It was amazing.

Chris felt his life slip away and his body going cold. And with one small tiny exhale, his heart stopped beating as all his blood had now exited his corpse.

The B.S.A.A. soldier was dead.


Wesker was still inside the research lab when Chris passed away. He was heavily struggling on whether to do what he could do or not. The blond didn't have the resources to create another pill. He did have the virus and a needle, with which he could inject Chris with. Though, that could end really bad for Christopher. In the midst of nerve racking tension rising, Wesker grabbed the puncture needle filled with the viral contents and rushed to the medical room. He then witnessed a dead man laying in front of him.

It broke his heart.

In one last attempt and with little to no hesitation, Wesker injected Chris with the regenerator virus. He could now only hope Chris' DNA would accept the virus, as he sorrowfully looked at the man. With chances being of one in a million, Wesker rationally knew he would have to kill a B.O.W. soon, his love.

But, for once, life was going to do something favorable for the two.

The next thing that happened astonished Wesker. The nails were being pushed out by Chris' body itself and a healthy glow was slowly returning to the man. He grabbed Chris' wrists and felt a heartbeat running. How can this be? The brunette below him was moving, wriggling around and making the blood from the sheets magically appear. His body must've been sucking it back in. The blond became incredibly excited. Chris was to be one of the fewer greater humans to live in his saturated world! He and Chris could rule together, slaughter together and be together.

Chris felt a shock inside his body. His mind was almost fully functional again after a minute of utter darkness had passed. He felt strengthened and reinvigorated. Veins were showing through his skin as sweat was coming out of him. All the pains and stings recovered to their healthiest state. Chris' skin became vibrant and glazing near the end of his recovery. The brunette looked as good as on his 24th birthday, still with the muscular body he had now.

On the minute Chris opened his eyes, he lunged for Wesker, still knowing everything the fucker did to him the past days. Chris grabbed the villain by his neck and slammed him against the wall. The brunette was furious.

"What the fuck happened?! What the fuck did you do to me?! Didn't I… die?!" Chris yelled out of puzzlement.

"Yes, you did." The villain didn't want to hurt Chris again so he let him be pushed against the wall. He could break free easily when needed though.

"Then how am I- Hey, what the are you looking at?!"

Wesker was curiously investigating Chris' eyes. Chris' iris color had changed. His Chris had always had brilliant blue eyes, but right now they looked different. They were a bright cyan, almost radiating the neon-blue color. The view was gorgeous, but yet a bit alienating.

"Your eyes." The blond answered.

"Wha- what's with them?"

"They've changed in color. Must've been because of the regenerator virus."

"Regenerator virus…!? OH SHIT! NO, NO, NO…" Chris weakened his grip as he started to realize what had happened. He had died and Wesker brought him back using one of his horrible creations. He was now infected.

"H-How could you do this to me?!" The brunette cried, as he fell to his knees. He couldn't accept this, especially when his mentality had been so low these days.

Wesker felt concerned as he saw his partner in future crime break down.

"Chris, everything is alright now. Your body has accepted the virus and you are still at your sanity. The only thing that has changed is that you now have regenerative powers, which can only be a positive addition to your being. You can hardly die now." Captain Wesker tried to comfort Chris.

"Positive? POSITIVE?! How can hardly die be a positive thing?! Just so I can survive endlessly to experience all your sadistic shit?! This is the worst thing ever, now I don't even have an escape from… from you!" Chris cried hysterically. "This is hell, hell on earth!" Then he sat down, on the ground and started weeping.

Wesker felt horrible, horrible about himself. This was a first, no joke.

"Chris, I'm not going to hurt you like that anymore. I'm not going to torture you or abuse you. I do feel affectionate towards you and that makes me unable to harm you any further. I'd harm myself if I did." Wesker crouched down and gently lifted Chris into his arms and hugged him.

"It's alright, I'm sorry. I know an apology is nothing compared to everything I've done to you, Chris, but right now it's all I can give." Wesker was now tightly hugging Chris and felt the brunette's arms cuddle around him.

Chris really needed some comfort. He didn't care if it was even the tyrant himself that comforted him, the cyan-eyed lad had gone through too much. He had just died and been resurrected by something he had been fighting his entire life. And this was all after the horrible events of the past days. It was too much.

Chris shed his tears onto Wesker's shoulder. The two hugged each other timelessly. Wesker occasionally said some words to comfort Chris, while stroking the brunette's back. He was slightly turned on by the scene with the now even hotter B.S.A.A. soldier, but suppressed his lustful side. He wanted Chris to lighten up before he'd actually try something.

Wesker then sensed Chris nuzzle up against his neck and leaning on it. It felt, fuzzy. He slowly heard Chris quite down after a while. They cuddled for quite the while.

"So you do love me" Chris mumbled, breaking the silence.

"Yes, Chris, I do."

"Then why did you make me go through all that."

"I-I don't know. I suppose I was angry at you for betraying me and ruining my dreams. I also hated the fact you couldn't be with me, assuming your vision upon this world was blinded by ignorance." Another silence fell.

After a while, Chris started talking again.

"You betrayed me…"

"I know."

"You tortured me…"

"I know."

"You broke my heart, twice."

"I know, Chris."

"I hate you."

"I'm sorry."

Both men just laid there, in each others embrace. Neither of them wanted to leave. Chris was still pissed at the blond and had an urge inside that still sought revenge, to kill the fucker. Yet, right now, he couldn't express it. He wanted to feel the comfort of somebody right now, since he really needed some reassurance that things would turn out alright. Solving the matters would come later.

After getting used to the warmth and comfort of Wesker, Chris slowly dozed of. Wesker's neck actually felt really nice and, combined with the man's scent, it almost paralyzed him into a sleep. Then, he finally was having a good sleep without vicious nightmares.

Wesker felt Chris relaxing on him. He didn't move, for he didn't want to disturb Chris in his resting. Chris' warmth was also very soothing and enthralling. Wesker then noticed Chris falling asleep. The blond would lay there for the entire period, just so he wouldn't risk waking his love. He was now truly seeing his feelings for Chris and what he'd done.

"I'm sorry, Chris." Wesker whispered.

The venomous liquid was now showing in his eyes. They were tears filled with regret.

Emotion could even flow down from a devil's eyes.

To be continued…


AN: Yay, Chris now has superpowers and Wesker wants to cuddle-buddle :D! This is a first taste of actual cheesy luv. Cuddle cuddle. It will only get hotter from here on! (with an occasioal conflict of course). Hope you are liking the story so far!