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(Requested by Lastglances)
Shivering violently, Christopher resisted the urge to curl up into a ball to store heat and instead followed Albert as he droned on about the architecture around them. It really was quite fascinating when he bothered to listen, but when the wind chill nipped at his exposed hands and face, he stopped paying attention and started rubbing his hands to keep warm.
Moscow had hit a temperature of almost negative ten, and while that wasn't much to shiver about, Chris couldn't stand the breeze that came with it. His jaw was sore, his ears ached, and his sinuses burned from the cold. When they left their hotel, Christopher hadn't brought the right jacket, either, and it ended up costing him precious body heat while Albert was snug as a bug in his thick, fuzzy black coat. He wasn't a very happy camper.
Unfortunately, Albert halted, forcing Christopher to stop or run into the man, and directed him to look over to the large arch built in the center of a city square. It was called the Triumphal Arch, and it was certainly beautiful; the stone lit up until it shone bright white, and the statues below were silhouetted against the walls. Christopher just didn't have the attention span nor the patience right now to admire it.
Albert was cut off from his telling of information when Christopher waddled towards him, hunched over as he undid his jacket and the ties keeping Albert's large coat closed. He didn't have the chance to ask anything before the younger man had stuffed his arms inside to wrap around him, pressing himself against the mercifully warm body. As Christopher fit himself snugly into a comfortable position, Albert rolled his eyes and kept the coat closed over both of them with his hands.
"I thought you said you weren't cold." he stated, chuckling when Christopher's cold face buried itself in his neck.
"I lied."
"Don't you want to see more of the city?"
Christopher raised his head a little to kiss the small amount of skin available on Albert's neck. "In a minute." He held Albert tighter and felt his chest warm from the inside when the blonde returned the embrace.
(Requested by Lastglances)
Albert comes in with a bowl of hot soup (prepared beforehand by Christopher's mother) and dry, saltine crackers as Christopher moans pathetically from the bed, stricken with a bad case of the flu. He's buried under four layers of blankets and still complains of being cold, but Albert ignores his hoarse whining and puts the soup down on the chair beside the bed.
He helps him sit up carefully, mindful of Christopher's sensitive skin below his shirt. Too much pressure causes the man pain, so he takes his hands away to place pillows behind the brunet's back. When Christopher leans back slowly, wincing, Albert passes him the soup and sits back to watch.
Christopher's hands are shaking as he scoops up a spoonful, and half of it has dropped back into the bowl by the time it reaches his mouth. He gives Albert a nasty look when Albert chuckles at his incompetence and tries again, but even less makes it to his lips.
Batting Christopher's hands away, Albert picks up the bowl and pushes back the pillows. He slips in behind the sick man and replaces the bowl. His hand steadies Christopher's as he takes another spoonful, filling his mouth with the strong broth and slippery noodles of his mother's homemade soup.
When the bowl is half empty and Christopher refuses to eat any more, lest it come up for another glimpse of the sun, Albert sets it aside and lets Christopher adjust by himself. They end up entwined as much as the sick man can bear to stand and Christopher confesses how grateful he is for Albert taking the day off to see him.
Albert merely nods and strokes Christopher's jaw until he's asleep, and presses a kiss to the unkempt red-brown hair on his head.
(Requested by DaggerArcadia)
Taking a deep breath, Chris busted the door down at Wesker's firm nod and rushed inside, scanning the room for immediate threats. He made sure to check the ceiling, because last time they stormed a room, Chris had been assailed by slimy blobs of goop and spines before Wesker pried them all off for him.
The room was clear, so Chris called Wesker in and together they shoved a rusted hospital gurney in front of the door. They didn't want any surprises while they searched the place for things to use.
Wesker did a sweep of the shelves and found nothing significant, and Chris knelt to check under the tables and other gurneys.
"Find anything?" Wesker asked once he was done, and Chris stood up, shaking his head.
"No, you?"
"Nothing."
An tense silence filled the room, but the clang-clang-scrape outside the room made them both jump. Chris readied the rifle they found earlier and Wesker brings out the shotgun. They knew what was outside and what would happen if they were caught.
The clanging faded away, but they refused to let their guards down. Their actions were proved correct, as the gurney was cut clean in two by the knife that protruded through the door. It retracted, and Chris jumped backwards when the knife cleaved through the door and the Bloody Red Pyramid stepped through the wreckage.
It swung its head toward Wesker and bellowed, knife poised high. Chris pulled on Wesker's arm and tugged him out of the way just in time, the ground where he had been now bearing a three feet long and one foot deep gash.
They ran.
(Requested by Lastglances(?))
Wesker wakes up slowly, lethargically lifting a hand and stretching his fingers out. Chris is kneeling by his side, concern and amusement adorning his features. He offers a hand and Wesker takes it reluctantly, allowing himself to be hauled to his feet. He feels almost sick, but Chris pats him gently on the back and snaps him out of it.
"I guess you didn't take to the switch too well." he says, and points to the square portal they just came though. It's shrinking quite quickly, and before Wesker knows it, it's gone and all he can see is the laboratory wall.
The only door in the room opens and Albert and Christopher step in. Christopher looks unhappy that his other self is back, but looks curiously at Wesker. He stares back and only half listens to whatever Albert's saying to them. They trade suspicious looks while the other two men talk briefly, and after they're done, both are suddenly irritated by the others presence.
Chris pats his shoulder when they all exit the room. "You'll like it here. I promise."
Wesker doesn't think so.
(Requested by Lastglances)
Albert can tell that Christopher is having more fun than he should while tying up his alternate. He's grinning like a maniac as he pins Chris down and sits on him to tie his arms behind his back. When Chris is secured, he lets up and stands to pick him up, yanking on the rope until Chris is on his feet.
"You're sure this will work?" Albert asks, sipping from his glass of wine. He watches Christopher nod eagerly before dragging Chris over to the bed where Wesker is already restrained. Chris is pushed on top of him and squirms uncomfortably, sending Christopher a vicious look.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he demands, ignoring Wesker's grunts as he moves about.
Christopher scoffs and goes to take a seat by Albert, stealing a swig of the red wine. "You are. You've been bitching constantly about Wesker being an ass." He has to laugh at Chris' jaw dropping and Wesker's eyebrow-raised leer at Chris. "You're staying there until you work things out, and we're here so you don't try and headbutt each other to death."
They end up dozing on the couch as Chris and Wesker argue about their situation, and when they wake up, both of their alternates are moaning loudly and moving in an extremely suggestive way. Christopher gets a mischievous twinkle in his eye and palms Albert's growing erection through his pants while the other two work out their problems.
(Requested by DaggerArcadia)
He feels cold suddenly, a bone-chilling iciness in his bloodstream than makes him even more nervous than he already is. Wesker's hands are all over him, massaging the tension from his lower back, but it doesn't help much. Chris swallows the growing lump in his throat and tries to relax when Wesker kneads his buttocks, stopping only to grab the bottle of lube beside them.
Chris flinches when the bottle snaps open and closed, but doesn't shy away when Wesker spreads his legs to press a wet finger inside him. He breathes harshly through his mouth, but there is no pain, and very little discomfort. There's only the newness of having someone invade places even he hasn't dared to touch. Another one is added when he's relaxed a little further, and this time the stretch is odd, and the only way he can describe it is being a hollow pain. They're the words that first come to mind, but are wiped out when Wesker rubs at something and he jerks, yelping in shock. The blond does it again, harder, and Chris feels some of his confidence returning as he shifts back to meet the fingers on their way in.
When they withdraw, Chris feels the cold in his body disappear and a warm feeling he knew too well take its place. Wesker boosts his whole body up until Chris is on his hands and knees, rolling on the condom he'd fished out of the drawer and giving Chris' back a few reassuring rubs. He only has a moment to take a breath before Wesker is pushing in slowly, making him clench the sheets tightly in his hands. When he's fully seated, the Captain lays his torso along Chris' back, one hand holding himself up as the other runs invisible lines down his chest.
Chris gives the go ahead after a minute and groans aloud. The friction, even with the latex condom, is phenomenal, drowning out the mild pain with sheer pleasure. He lets Wesker thrust gently inside him before he pushes back, feeling brave enough to want more.
The pace picks up and Chris' arms give out when his prostate is jabbed at again, and Wesker sticks with that angle to drive him mad with lust. His nervousness and panic is gone completely, having evolved into passion and a desire for release.
Chris can't count the time they spend like this, but it's over far too quickly, in his opinion. Wesker breathes a moan against his neck as he reaches around to jerk Chris into ecstasy, stroking once, twice, before the tightness around him is almost unbearable when Chris comes. The brunet turns his head to look at him, and it's all Wesker needs to tip off the edge.
(Requested by Lastglances)
When he sees Albert after he gets out of the elevator, Christopher can't control the movement of his body as it strides over to the other man. Albert is on the couch, sitting patiently with Chris nowhere in sight. There's a book in his hands, meaning that he's been waiting for Christopher, but the brunet takes it from his hands as he bends down to kiss him ferociously, gripping the collar of his shirt and throwing the book somewhere over his shoulder. He doesn't hear the dull thump as it lands, too distracted by the hands carding though his dyed hair.
The last thread of Christopher's patience snaps and he tugs Albert up and over to their bedroom. His grip is tight, but Albert doesn't complain, amused by the younger man's jealous actions. Christopher sees the smirk and pushes Albert down onto the bed, biting at his lips until the blond opens his mouth willingly. He shoves his tongue inside and tangles it with Albert's, moaning as lips close and the tip of his tongue is sucked and teased, like Albert is sucking him off.
Christopher starts ripping at their clothes and Albert assists him, dragging the fabric away when the brunet undoes all the buttons and zippers. When they're bared to each other completely, Christopher is unstoppable when he searches through the nightstand and pulls out the bottle of lube they use. He skips the condom, having gotten himself washed and tested as soon as he got to the lab, and he's never been so thankful that the test results come back completely clean within the hour, thanks to Lacuna's technology.
He wets his fingers and breaks his kiss with Albert to watch the man's ice colored eyes widen when he puts them inside, two then three in quick succession. Their foreheads press together and Albert huffs when Christopher crooks his fingers, arching his back in his merciless assault. He bucks for more, but Christopher is withdrawing already, pressing inside and causing a delicious burn to run down his spine.
Christopher thrusts hard and fast, holding Albert's knees apart so he can reach deeper and forget the feeling of Jill around his cock. It works quite easily, and the feeling of the blond man overtakes him. He grinds deep as he comes earlier than he would have liked, and stays there for a few seconds as he comes down from his high.
Albert is panting breathlessly when he pulls out, still unsatisfied and still clutching at the sheets, but Christopher remedies this by straddling Albert's hips and spearing himself easily. They both groan as Christopher rocks, hands roaming over the muscled chest below him, and he's thrown to the side when Albert swaps their positions.
His legs are raised until his knees are touching his shoulders and Albert's thrusts are suddenly that much more amazing. It's almost unbearable after a time because of Albert's ridiculous amounts of stamina, and Christopher finds himself rock hard again. When Albert finally releases inside him, they entwine their hands and jerk Christopher to completion together. It's breathtaking, mind blowing, and Christopher feels like he could forgive Albert anything he's ever done.