Bleed Pt. II

"Make a wish on our sorry little hearts
Have a smoke, pour a drink, steal a kiss in the dark
Fingernails on my skin like the teeth of a shark
I'm intoxicated by the lie

In the chill of your stare I am painfully lost
Like a deer in the lights of an oncoming bus
For the thrill of your touch I will shamefully lust
As you tell me we're nothing but trouble

Heart's on fire tonight
Feel my bones ignite
Feels like war, war
Feels like war, war
Heart's on fire tonight
Feel my bones ignite
Feels like war, war
Feels like war, war

We go together or we don't go down at all
We go together or we don't go down at all
We go together or we don't go down at all, whoa

Fail-safe trigger, lock-down call
Wipe the dry clean-slate, quick, sound the alarm
No escape from the truth and the weight of it all
I am caught in the web of a lie

And the bitch of it all is that I'm running from
The desire of the people to whom I belong
At the end of the day you can tell me I'm wrong
'Cause you went to all of this trouble..."
Love Like War by All Time Low feat. Vic Fuentes


Warnings: MxM smut! Don't like, don't read. Simple.


Chris glared at his reflection in the mirror before taking another swig of the whiskey in his glass. It burned all the way down, but that was the only affect it had on him. He turned his heated gaze onto the now empty glass in his hand like it was the glass' fault that he couldn't get drunk. With a snarl Chris poured himself another glass of whiskey, even though he knew there was no point in doing so.

Chris stalked out of his bathroom with his drink in hand, heading out onto his balcony. On his balcony Chris inhaled deeply, trying to sooth the burning ache that was his stomach. But his attempt was in vain. All that he gained out of it was a tight clenching of his gut at the smell of the people traversing down below him without a care in the world.

A soft curse escaped his lips as he pulled out a cigarette from the pack on the small table out there. He placed the cigarette between his lips and prepared to light it, only to stop midway. His gaze was captured by the reflection of his once brown eyes in the glass of the sliding door. Brilliant, bright blue eyes stared back at him seeming to glow in the dark of his balcony. Chris forced himself to avert his gaze from the glass door and finish lighting his cigarette.

Leaning against the door behind him, Chris took a drag off of his cancer stick, watching the cherry blaze a bright reddish-orange for a moment. The color reminding him of the person who had caused him to become the very thing he despised most: a monster. Chris removed the cigarette from his lips as he strode over to edge of his balcony to peer down at the ant like people below. He flicked his cigarette watching the ashes fall down from his apartment on the twenty-fifth floor, the top floor of his apartment building. The ashes mingled with the falling snow. Chris merely watched in morbid fascination as he took another drag off of his cigarette, before releasing another cloud of bluish-gray smoke from his mouth. He inhaled deeply as the smoke drifted in the air near him, slightly drowning out the tantalizing smell of the people down below. Even with the smoke drowning out most of the smell, he could feel his fangs throbbing and his stomach screaming for what was coursing through the veins of those carefree people on the street below him.

Just as he was contemplating throwing himself over the edge of his balcony, he heard the tell-tale click of his front door unlocking. It appeared that Wesker had finally found him. Chris took another swig of his drink as stayed where he was. He wouldn't be able to outrun the blonde forever, so he might as well face the music. As he stayed leaning on the rail of his balcony he heard the soft sliding of the door behind him, his only way of knowing Wesker had joined him out on the balcony. Chris sighed, taking another drag off of his cigarette before turning to face the blonde behind him. He watched as Wesker stared at the cigarette dangling from his lips in disgust, taking enjoyment from that. Chris' lips quirked up into smirk.

"You found me," Chris finally said, breaking the silence as he took the cigarette from his lips and letting it fall down to the street below.

"So it would appear," Wesker said after another moment of standing there like a statue.

"What do you want, Wesker?" Chris asked after another moment of silence.

"To take back what is mine."

Chris snorted, taking another swig of the whiskey in his hand. The man…vampire was sure full of himself if he thought that Chris would willingly go with him. Yeah, that would never happen in a million years. Chris would rather throw himself off his balcony before that happened. He stopped to look at the balcony behind him. He'd have to remember that option if things went wrong.

"I don't know what you think is yours…but I am definitely not yours!" Chris snapped, throwing his glass at the blonde.

The blonde deftly dodged the thrown glass, allowing the glass to shatter against the sliding door and the whiskey to slide down the glass of the door. Chris immediately rushed Wesker, aiming to punch the blonde's face. Inches from his face, Wesker caught Chris' fist with ease. Chris snarled, trying to yank his fist back.

"You're slow and weak, like a human," Wesker commented tightening his grip on Chris's fist. "You haven't been feeding have you, Christopher?"

Chris opened his mouth to retort, but Wesker took that moment to crush the bones in his fist. His mouth opened in a silent scream as Wesker dropped his hold on Chris' now broken hand. Chris instantly backed away from the blonde, holding his broken hand against his chest. He bared his now sharp teeth at the stronger vampire, his bright eyes flashing fervently. The bones in his hand slowly began to melt and crack back into their original place and shapes, bringing a pained hiss from his lips.

"Bastard," Chris hissed as he panted in pain, with his lower back pressed against the rail behind him.

Wesker's lips only quirked up in cocky smirk in reply. Chris flexed his hand a couple times as he glanced down at the street below him. But before he could even contemplate jumping, Wesker had him pinned against the rail with his hand gripping Chris' throat and his back being forced to bend backwards over the edge.

"You weren't just thinking of jumping were you, Christopher?" Wesker asked, his eyes flashing red behind his sunglasses.

Chris refused to answer him and struggled to get out of the blonde's grasp. His attempts to escape Wesker only made the blonde laugh at his fruitless struggling.

"You don't honestly think you can escape, do you?" Wesker questioned. "Especially since you haven't feed since you were turned two months ago."

Chris glared at Wesker and bared his teeth at him. He refused to go down without a fight. But all thoughts of fighting flew out of his mind when velvety lips descended on his. Chris' mind short circuited to the point that he didn't even know which way was up and which was down. He just stayed stock still, unsure of how to respond or what he should do. After a couple seconds, Chris finally figured out how to respond. He bit Wesker's bottom lip, drawing blood. The blood invaded his mouth and caused his stomach clench and spasm in hunger. And every single tooth in his mouth became razor-sharp in response to his hunger. Chris' eyes flew open wide in terror as he pushed Wesker off of him with a sudden burst of strength.

He scrambled away from Wesker to the farthest corner of the balcony, his back pressed up against the wall and his eyes darting around for any way that he could escape with a hand covering his mouth. Chris hadn't gone this long without feeding for it all to be thrown in his face because of the monster that had created. But the smell of the blood dripping off of Wesker's chin smelt even better than the faint smell of human blood. It was intoxicating. He had to get out of here before he did something that he'd regret. But there was one itsy bitsy problem. Wesker was between him and the door.

"So I was right," Wesker commented, wiping the blood off his face with a gloved hand and waving it so that the blood flecked across the ground. "You haven't feed since I turned you."

Chris groaned, digging his nails into the wall behind as he resisted the urge to lick the blood up off the ground. Wesker grinned at Chris' self-restraint knowing that it wouldn't take anything at all to make the brunette snap. The blonde walked nonchalantly in Chris' direction enjoying every moan, groan, and squirm of discomfort that came from the brunette. Wesker stopped inches before Chris, where the brunette was trying to become one with the wall.

"Why are you denying yourself what you want and desperately need?" Wesker inquired, lifting his hand so that Chris could see and smell the blood coating his leather glove with extreme clarity.

Another whimper escaped Chris' tightly clamped lips as his nose flared. He could feel his resolve weakening and there was nothing he could do about it. In only seconds, Chris gave into the hunger that was clouding his better judgment. With something between a whimper and a groan, Chris shot his head forwards to snag one of Wesker's outstretched fingers. Chris sucked the blood off of the glove immediately, moaning as he did so. The blood cleaned off of that finger Chris moved onto the next, unable to stop himself.

"Feels good doesn't it, Christopher."

Chris ignored Wesker's words too focused on licking off every last drop of blood on the blonde's glove. All too soon for Chris' liking, the blood was gone and he was left desperately licking a leather glove hoping by some miracle to find some more. He whined when he couldn't find anymore, looking up at Wesker with eyes begging for more. His mind reduced to nothing more than a starving animal willing to do anything for food. Chris' eyes locked on the blood smeared on Wesker's chin as the blonde chuckled at what the brunette's hunger had turned him into. Without any thoughts besides quenching his hunger, Chris leaned forwards and pressed his body against Wesker's. His arms snaked around to Wesker's back, where they sunk into the blonde's skin like the teeth of a shark. He tilted his head so that he could lick the blood off of Wesker's chin, enjoying the taste immensely. Chris' tongue lapped up the blood without hesitation, bringing him up to the blonde's lips where their lips molded together. Wesker brought a hand up to grip the back of Chris' head as he crushed the brunette's body against his.

Chris opened his mouth when he felt Wesker's tongue demanding entrance. Wesker's tongue slid into Chris' mouth running up against Chris' sharp teeth without fear, even allowing it to be cut. Blood pooled in Chris' mouth from the cut on Wesker's tongue and he greedily sucked it down. With his stomach's hunger being sated, another hunger began to manifest. He was slowly becoming aroused. In his clouded mind Wesker was the perfect candidate to satisfy that hunger as well.

Chris ground his hips against Wesker's, when their lips broke apart allowing them to breathe. Wesker hissed as Chris sensually ground his hips against his and he felt his own hunger rising. He scooped Chris up into his arms and carried him back into the apartment to the brunette's bedroom. Wesker quickly appeared in Chris' bedroom with said brunette in his arms. The blonde dumped the younger vampire onto the bed before moving to hover over Chris on the bed. Chris immediately latched his hands onto Wesker once again before molding their lips together. Their tongues fought against each other for dominance as they began to strip each other.

When they broke apart for air, Chris was completely naked and Wesker still had his pants on. Chris stared up into those vivid reddish-orange eyes feeling himself becoming lost in those cold eyes, like a deer in the lights of an oncoming bus. Whether he liked it or not, Chris lusted for everything about the blonde above him. Chris rolled them over so that he was on top, taking Wesker off guard. Wesker stared up at Chris with eyes just a millimeter wider in surprise at Chris actions. Chris grinned down at Wesker, bending his head so that his lips were brushing against the blonde's jugular vein. Blue eye glanced up into reddish-orange ones before Chris bit down on Wesker's neck, eliciting a low moan from the older vampire. Chris greedily gulped down a couple mouthfuls of the intoxicating liquid.

Sated for the moment, Chris released his grip on Wesker's neck and began to slide down the blonde's body while scraping his nails and teeth across Wesker's alabaster skin. Chris soon came to his destination and set to work stripping Wesker of his pants. It wasn't long before they were both naked and Wesker took back control.

Chris grinned up at Wesker, his lips stained red with blood. His nails gripped Wesker's back once again as their lips came together in a clash of teeth and tongues. Soon Wesker needed to feel complete dominance over the brunette, so he aligned himself to enter Chris. He snapped his hips forwards, penetrating the brunette in one thrust. Chris yelped in pain, dragging his nails down Wesker's back in retribution. Wesker's eyes glowed unnaturally in the dark room as he stared down at the brunette with lust clouding his mind.

"Mine," he growled, claiming the brunette in every way possible before biting the side of Chris' neck.

"Yes," Chris moaned, willing to be or do anything the blonde wanted.

After a couple deep drags from Chris' vein, Wesker released his mouth from Chris' neck and began to piston in and out of the brunette at a brutal pace. Chris' hazed mind couldn't tell the difference between pain and pleasure, and he doubted if he had been in his right mind he still wouldn't have been able to. The building sensations of pleasure and pain from Wesker's brutal pace and striking Chris' prostrate were quickly sending Chris catapulting over the edge.

"Wesker," Chris screamed as he came.

Wesker tried to last longer, but also came not long after from the clenching of Chris' inner walls. Chris could feel the pull of exhaustion on his tired sated body and placed one last languid kiss on Wesker's lips before allowing himself to drift into unconsciousness.

Chris woke in the morning to find himself alone. He groaned as he sat up, rubbing his head. Last night was a hazy blur to him. He furrowed his brows as he tried to remember what happened, but he couldn't for the life of him except for little snippets here and there. Chris glanced over at the other side of his bed to see a note resting on his other pillow. Frowning, he picked it up.

I'll be seeing you soon. You can try to run if you want, but I will always find you no matter where you go.

Chris glared down at the paper in his hand before crumpling it and chucking it at the wall. He definitely wasn't going to sit around here and wait for Wesker to come back. Wesker may be able to find him wherever he went, but it would also take him a couple months for the blonde to find him again. Chris jumped off the bed, his mind set as he began to collect his things once again.

...

Ada turned away from the window, pulling out her phone and calling Wesker. Wesker picked up immediately.

"He's going to run again," Ada informed the blonde, leaning against the wall of the balcony.

Wesker kept his features stony, even as a smirk threatened to curve across his lips. He expected nothing less from Chris.

"Keep an eye on him," Wesker commanded.

"Of course," Ada replied, her eyes glittering in the sunlight as the call ended.


A/N: Alright, what do you guys think? I think I did a pretty good job with this one compared to the last one, so I'm quite happy with it. Thank you all for the internet hugs! I truly appreciated it. But if you guys have any requests, than please let me know. I'd be more than willing to do them. All things belong to their respective owners, only the story idea belongs to me. Anyways, reviews and all that good stuff greatly appreciated!