Warning: This chapter contains graphic sexual content.
Chris lay awake, blanket twisted and strewn across his bed from all the restless tossing and turning he'd done over the course of three hours. He'd taken to bed after a shower and wash upon his arrival home, doing his best to ignore Wesker's promise of a late night call. Sleep evaded him however much he wished for it, wanting nothing more than to sleep through Wesker's inevitable knocking so that he may be spared the difficult decision of answering or not. At the back of his mind, he knew he would never be able to resist the blond's call, not right now, not when their history was still so vividly clear in his memories. Years from now perhaps he would have gained enough distance and clarity to turn his back on Wesker, to say no; but right now all he could think about was how it would feel to finally have his most secret desire quenched, if only for one night. The kisses they had shared back on the Spencer estate plagued his mind- the texture, the taste, the feelings that had risen so dangerously close to the surface like flowers starved of sunshine. The remembered sensations had warmed his body to an uncomfortable height that had his legs agitatedly kicking off his blanket and his skin itching for freedom from his loose white t-shirt and navy, checkered pyjama bottoms.
He craned his neck up abruptly, eyes searching through the dark for the luminescent red numbers of his alarm clock. 01:13. He lowered his head again slowly, staring up at the ceiling and toying with the fast-forming idea that Wesker wasn't going to show up after all. The conflicted emotions already knotting his stomach tightened, his hands fisting in the sheets. It was more than disappointment and fierce longing that racked his frame in response, it was the possibility of leaving things between them indefinitely unresolved. If Wesker didn't come- regardless of whether he answered the door or not- it would leave Chris with nothing more than an unfulfilled promise that would undoubtedly haunt him for years on end.
He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, hands clasping behind his neck as he bowed his head in premature defeat. Wesker couldn't do that to him- he wouldn't let him...but even as he thought that, he knew he wouldn't be having any choice in the matter.
"Damnit," he muttered with an impulsive pound of his fist against the mattress. So that's how it is...? He thought into the quiet well that occupied one corner of his mind, reserved only for his ex-captain. Leaving me dangling here, not able to leave and forget about you but not able to reach you either. In that moment, he realised that Wesker had always been like that- drawing Chris into his orbit time and time again, anchoring his heart to him but never taking the final step to reach out, to touch, to claim physically. Every time Chris found himself subconsciously gravitating too close, Wesker would retreat under his mask of captaincy and professionalism. As natural and instinctive as the brunette's actions had been, he'd remained unaware of their subtle dance at the time, but now he saw it for what it really was. Wesker had kept him at arms length because if he'd allowed him any closer, Chris would have eventually discovered his duplicitous nature and blown his cover wide open.
Maybe he had got to know Wesker during their years serving together, even if just a tiny glimpse. He felt an absurd bout of laughter bubble to his lips, releasing a short, condensed part of it into the silence enveloping his room. He almost wished his bedroom was situated on the opposite side of the apartment, where the sounds of the city's nightlife seeped through the walls and windows, preventing feelings of isolation.
After a long moment, Chris rubbed his face with a hand and sighed, climbing wearily to his feet. He moved forward, out through the bedroom door he had a habit of leaving ajar and padded down the hallway with it in mind to fetch a glass of water for his parched mouth. Four lethargic steps had him at the junction where the hall lead into the main living area of his apartment, but he immediately flattened against the left wall, out of sight of his front door. His obnoxiously loud buzzer had sounded, catching him woefully off guard and sending his heartbeat into a frantic sprint. Shit! It's him...! He was frozen like a deer caught in the headlights, not knowing what to do, what option to choose. His blood soared with excitement and anticipation at the knowledge that Wesker had come, urging him to go to the door. However, he was torn by the reminder of who Wesker truly was, of what he'd done and could do in the future.
The buzzer rang a second time, alerting Chris unpleasantly to the fact that the blond wouldn't wait out there all night. He had to decide fast or relinquish control to the passing of time. He knew he'd regret it forever if he allowed that to happen. It was his decision to make and he would make it, he scolded himself firmly. The length between the first two buzzes told Chris that Wesker in some small way appreciated that he might need more time to hastily think the decision through and his chest ached with gratitude for that. His palms were clammy against the cool wall as he attempted to moderate his breathing. He knew exactly what letting Wesker in would mean, what would follow if he was to do so. He also knew that going down that road would lead him to another decision- a potentially life-changing one- in the aftermath of tonight. On the other hand, if he was to refuse Wesker's proposition, it would be the end of everything between them, absolutely final- a path with no return.
The buzzer rang again and Chris baulked at it, sliding down the wall until he was sitting and grasping his spiky hair in his hands. Wesker wouldn't be ringing again, he was certain of that, but he couldn't do it, couldn't decide. He knew what he should do- he should go back to bed, deny Wesker. They were on opposing sides of the law now, no longer fighting side by side and no good could ever come from sleeping with the enemy. However, there was also what he wanted, yearned to do and that was to see his former captain completely bare of everything. No masks, no rules or regulations, no hiding behind black shades, nothing but the man himself, the human without the armour. To witness Wesker in that light and to share their all too genuine passion with each other, was all he had ever really wanted. He didn't know if he had it in him to refuse himself that one luxury.
His head jerked up, mind snapping free from its binding dilemma. He'd waited too long. Had Wesker already left? His veins flooded with panic-fuelled adrenaline, pushing him back up onto his feet. He stilled for a split second, raising a hand to the wall to steady himself as guilt clawed its way up his throat. One by one he recalled the faces of his lost comrades, as he so often did lately. He had loved them and would miss them dearly...but if he let Wesker slip through his fingers with the strong possibility of never finding him again, he didn't believe he would be able to stem the gaping wound the blond would leave in his wake. He closed his eyes.
"I'm sorry..." He whispered out, voice cracking ever so slightly. Maybe he was apologising to his fallen teammates, maybe to the ones still breathing; or maybe he was apologising to himself for giving in to such tainted needs and emotions, but he didn't stop to dwell on it. There was no longer anything to mentally debate, only action that needed to be taken. He all but threw himself around the corner and to the front door. Flinging it wide, he continued out into the corridor with only half a beats pause at finding no one on his doorstep.
His hurried steps came to a halt the second his deep blue eyes landed on the retreating back before him. Wesker had stopped too, glancing back over his shoulder towards the mildly panting brunette, shades strictly in place. Chris swallowed thickly, straightening his back in a faux dignified manner and crossing his arms loosely over his chest. Wesker gradually turned and walked back towards him with the calm demeanour Chris was so used to. His mind reeled with chaotic thoughts that he struggled to keep out of his face as the space between them diminished. He smothered down all traces of fear and vulnerability, displaying a stern decisiveness in their stead and just about managing to keep his eyes trained on where he knew Wesker's were behind the damned shades.
When the blond reached him, he wordlessly returned to the warmth of his apartment, knowing that Wesker was following him in and feeling a spike of nervous energy up his spine in reaction. He closed the door behind them as Wesker took a few steps into his living area, eyes no doubt scanning every homely, lived-in detail of his apartment. It was too quiet and tense with neither of them speaking but somehow no words came to Chris, giving him a taut sense that if either of them were to speak their thoughts, it would ruin the moment. Steeling his nerves, he boldly walked up behind Wesker and made to remove his black mac. He felt the blond stiffen at first but once it was clear what he was doing, the former acquiesced to his help. He hung the coat up on his rack by the door amongst his own before turning back to find Wesker openly appraising him.
The blond was in the same clothes he'd worn earlier; a grey shirt open slightly at the neck and the sleeves rolled up, tucked into smart black trousers. A black gun holster was still in place around his shoulders- Chris vaguely remembered seeing it back at Wesker's, although it had seemed to blend into the rest of the blond's attire. He was so used to seeing Wesker, as well as his other STARS teammates geared up that he'd barely noticed at the time. That worried him somewhat, considering how close to danger he had really been, alone in an apartment with a spy and a traitor to his own tactical force, but he pushed those thoughts aside. He was alone with Wesker right now but even so, some part of him, bigger than any of his doubts, believed and trusted for the first time in his life that Wesker not only wanted him but wanted him more than anything else, even if for this one moment, this one night.
Slowly, he reapproached the older man, chin up, shunning any previous feelings of shame and pride. He couldn't let himself feel bad about what he was about to do, no matter how much guilt lingered on after the fact. He had accepted all the consequences for the actions he was about to take and he would fight Umbrella, would fight to hunt Wesker down in the future if need be, in order to redeem himself and honour the lives of his comrades.
Having registered Chris' eyeing of his weapon, Wesker removed the holster and leaned over to drop it with a dull thud onto a nearby side table where his keys lived. Chris' heart swelled at the gesture, waiting for the blond to straighten up before stepping into his personal space with only a tad of hesitation. He tilted his head a fraction to look up into Wesker's inscrutable face, hand raising confidently to tug the shades he loathed off of his nose. He tossed them carelessly aside, listening as they skidded to a stop on the laminated slats of the floor before glancing back up. His gaze was captured by tranquil, greyish eyes that looked more blue for the moment and were flickering with mild amusement.
Now that Wesker's expression was open to him or as open as it could be, Chris filled with relief, bunched muscles relaxing. He sensed more than felt the corners of his mouth curling up into a tentative smile as they continued to study one another. Fingertips began trailing up the back of his hand, over his knuckles and up his arm, causing his hairs to stand on end. His eyes darkened in want as he found himself focusing on the blond's lips, his own parting under his accelerated breathing. Wesker's hand had slid beneath the sleeve of his t-shirt to grasp his bare shoulder, thumb absently caressing his skin. He leaned up, hands coming to rest against the blond's lower back and his eyelids fluttering closed.
The smooth texture of Wesker's mouth was exactly as he remembered; but it was the taste of him as they mutually opened their mouths for each other and meshed tongues that had heat spreading like wildfire across his cheeks, boiling in his blood. His fingers clenched in the expensive material of Wesker's shirt as the latter's fingers did likewise, almost biting into the skin of his shoulder while the other hand cupped the back of his neck. Wesker's tongue delved deep into his mouth, drawing a stifled groan of pleasure from him that would have had him blushing in embarrassment if he wasn't already red in the face. He wasn't used to people bringing such noises out of him- it was usually the other way around- but something told him that more would follow under his ex-captain's ministrations. He pushed back, licking into Wesker's mouth to give as good as he got, their bodies pressed insistently against each other.
He reached for the hem of his t-shirt, pulling back as he began rucking it up his torso but Wesker's mouth followed after him, hungrily reclaiming his mouth and affirming the grip on his neck. He hummed, smiling into the kiss in response, letting the older man have his way for a couple of timeless seconds before pulling back again just long enough to yank his t-shirt over his head. Wesker's attention went straight to his newly bared body, fingers moving to trace lightly over the countless cuts, patches of bruises varying in severity and squares of white gauze taped on over still healing injuries. Goosebumps rose across the creamy plains of his torso and up his arms at the wandering touch, his chest heaving noticeably as the blond's gaze locked with his once more. The fire he saw in Wesker's predatory eyes only added fuel to his own and he leaned up to link their lips again, his approach a lot more demanding this time.
His hands started on the buttons of Wesker's shirt as their mouths and tongues battled for dominance, the blond grazing his bottom lip with his teeth and tugging on it playfully. He sucked in a startled yet wanton breath when two strong hands slid over his ass and gave him a provocative squeeze that caused friction between their groins.
Finally he got the last button undone and impatiently pushed Wesker's shirt open, hands exploring the glorious tanned skin that stretched over hard abdominal muscles before running upwards over nipples and firm pectorals. His mouth descended onto the as yet uncharted territory, leaving a trail of soft, wet kisses along an elegant collarbone, while Wesker shrugged out of his shirt and discarded it unceremoniously onto the floor. Chris moved his hands around to the blond's back in the need of holding his body even tighter against his own, however he paused at the feeling of thick bandage covering the length of the older man's spine. He immediately repositioned his hands to Wesker's waist, looking up questioningly in the hopes that he hadn't caused any pain or discomfort to his soon-to-be lover. Wesker shook his head imperceptibly and leaned down to suck at the sensitive skin on the side of his neck, successfully short-circuiting his brain so that all he could focus on was the tantalising sensation and the blood that had already started pooling in his nether regions, pulsing with urgency. A deep guttural noise fell from his lips at the combination of nibbling teeth and lavish tongue acting as a salve, one of his hands lifting to curl in Wesker's fine, golden locks to hold him there. He could have sworn he felt Wesker's lips smirk against his skin at the reactions he was producing but his mind was too clouded over with desire to care.
When he didn't think he could take the sweet torture any longer, he just about managed to back up, hooking his fingers into the front of Wesker's trousers to coax him round towards his bedroom. The blond however, stopped them in their tracks and swept him up off the floor and into his muscular arms. Chris' legs automatically wrapped around the blond's waist, classic boyish grin springing to his features as Wesker tilted his head back towards him, mouth seeking his. The brunette eagerly obliged, swirling his tongue around Wesker's and looping his arms around his neck.
It was a wonder that they made it into his bedroom with all the attention they were paying to where they were going, but they got there eventually and Chris was all but thrown onto his bed. His sore leg was protesting faintly but he paid it no mind. He hastily propped himself up on his elbows to watch mesmerised as Wesker kicked off his shoes before undoing his trousers and pushing them down and off in one fluid movement, his socks soon following. Veins thrumming with anticipation, he looked on with hooded eyes as Wesker stalked forwards and crawled onto the bed like a jaguar hunting its prey, hovering above him momentarily. Chris belatedly took the opportunity to shimmy out of his pyjama bottoms, rendering himself completely naked, Wesker's navy boxer briefs being the only thing in the way of their entire bodies meeting. Wesker looked downwards briefly, regarding him with obvious interest before his gaze returned to his face, his pupils fully dilated, making his eyes look nearly black as night and glinting with a raw intensity that sent a pleasurable shudder throughout the marksmen's body. He arched upwards, urging the blond to lower as he stroked his palms up his chest to rest at the junctions of his neck.
Wesker finally, deliberately lay his body atop of Chris', leaning his forearms on the mattress either side of the brunette and swiping at his mouth with a sensual kiss. Chris welcomed it with fervour, sucking Wesker's top lip into his mouth as he glided his hands down to feel the definition of the older man's biceps. Without warning, the blond ground his hips down against Chris', causing the latter to bite his lip and close his eyes, lower half thrusting up in return. Warm breath caressed his features, which although tired were flushed with arousal as Wesker released a stunted breath.
Daringly, at least where his ex-captain was concerned, he grabbed at one of Wesker's thighs to hook it up on his hip before rolling them so that he was on top. Beneath the mild exasperation the blond flashed him in response, he could clearly read the highly entertained tint to his one-sided smirk. He kissed him hard but fleetingly before mapping a pathway down to one of the older man's nipples with his lips and tongue. He circled the sensitive nub in a slow, teasing manner as his right hand dragged up and down Wesker's muscle-thickened thigh, nails scraping lightly.
He couldn't begin to describe the whirlpool of emotions that were assaulting him, not merely because of what he was doing but because of the fact that Wesker was allowing him to do it. He had Albert Wesker exactly where deep down, he'd always dreamed of having him- on his back, beneath him and utterly at his mercy. It was almost surreal, as if any second he might wake up with his head on his desk back at the RPD, pillowed by a mess of paperwork that stuck to his cheek; but it wasn't a dream. This was really happening.
Catching him completely off guard, Wesker flipped them back over, taking back control and dispelling the small spark of annoyance rising within Chris by stealing the breath from him. Temporarily incapacitated, he subconsciously found his hands skimming down the blond's body and slipping into his underwear. He kneaded the smooth flesh of Wesker's ass, headily pleased at the ripple that went through the blond, writhing their groins together to heighten the sensation. Wesker buried his face in Chris' neck, the latter thinking he heard a growl-like purr emit from the older man but he was too honed in on the rubbing of his aching member against the cotton-encased hardness of Wesker's to truly hear it.
His body more than his mind decided that this heated foreplay was going on for too long and he rolled them again, trembling fingers all but ripping Wesker's boxers down and off his legs. They were both panting heavily, skin growing increasingly sweat slickened and he relished in it. His erection practically painful by this point, he reclaimed Wesker's already kiss-swollen mouth, sloppy and wet in his near desperation. The brushing of their members skin on skin against each other sent shock-waves of gratification through his limbs, up his spine and he hitched up Wesker's legs to settle between steely thighs. His efforts were usurped once again however, when Wesker threw him off onto his back and straddled his waist; his hands were pinned to the mattress either side of his head, their fingers clasped.
"Chris," Wesker intoned lowly, voice huskier than the brunette had ever heard it and he glanced up with desire-laden blue eyes. "If you keep fighting me, we're not going to get very far." He blinked, attempting to sit up and continue where they'd left off but Wesker's fingers tightened on his. "Uh-uh-uh," the blond tutted in a velvet purr, shaking his head slightly. Chris knew he was pouting by the amusement that lightened the blond's currently rose-gold features. He sighed impatiently.
"But I've never bottomed," he finally admitted, voice breathless as he swallowed against the thick quality of his throat. Wesker's fine eyebrows instantly quirked up in subtle amazement, a quiet yet reverberating chuckle falling from his lips.
"You really are something else, Chris," the blond murmured somewhat thoughtfully after a few seconds and Chris thought he deciphered a soft fondness in the depths of his eyes. Smiling uncommonly bashfully, the brunette lifted his head up despite the awkward position.
"Come back here," he prompted gently aloud, eyes flitting back and forth between Wesker's watchful eyes and smirking lips. The older man accepted the request, leaning down to bestow a lingering, feather-light kiss to his waiting lips, causing his stomach to flutter at the tenderness of it. He let his eyes fall half-mast as Wesker sprinkled kisses along his jaw and round to his ear where he nipped at his earlobe.
"So you enjoy coming out on top, do you, Chris?" Wesker murmured directly into his ear, sending a jolt coursing through his veins and straight to his member. He squeezed Wesker's fingers, nodding a little frantically, unable to string together a coherent reply. "Alright...but let me go first." He opened his eyes at that, meeting Wesker's intent gaze as the latter raised his head. He took a moment to deliberate, eyes drinking in all the familiar details of the blond's face as he did so, seeing the eminent patience in grey-blue eyes and knowing that he didn't have to agree if he didn't want to. There were alternative methods of giving each other pleasure; but he wanted Wesker deeply, wanted to be physically connected to him at least once in his life. He knew it would hurt at first but he wasn't going to let that hold him back. It was more fear of the unknown that had him somewhat hesitant, needing to think it through. Nevertheless, he'd known what his answer would be from the beginning and a morsel of fear and anxiety couldn't compete with the animalistic hunger he had for the man on top of him.
"Okay," he sighed wearily but with fiery determination lighting within his eyes. He was about to say more but he caught himself, not wanting to slip up and give away too much. Making love to the traitor of STARS would put him in a vulnerable enough position without verbally baring his heart as well. Something told him Wesker knew exactly how he felt anyway. The blond kissed him then, regaining his attention.
"Don't worry, Chris," Wesker spoke against his lips, a sultry glint in his all too perceptive eyes. "I'm very good." A cheeky grin tugged at the corners of Chris' mouth, creamy features brightening in the dim light of the moon filtering in through the single-hung window.
"Really? Then why don't you prove it."
Wesker gave him a crooked smile in response to his taunt, unperturbed as always. "Oh, I intend to."
Chris revelled in the renewed excitement and adrenaline pumping through him, eyeing the blond as his hands were freed from their confinements. He moved them to rest on Wesker's shoulders, fingers rubbing circles into the sun-kissed skin as the blond took to ravaging the side of his neck. It was the same side as earlier, leaving Chris to distantly ponder the extent of the love bites he'd be faced with in the morning.
"Ngh..." He savagely bit his lip in a weak attempt to stifle the moans and grunts perched under his tongue, begging for release. He clutched at the blond's shoulders, clawing almost as he arched against him for much needed friction. Wesker gradually began moving down his body, mouth and tongue never breaking away from his skin, trailing down between his pecks, over his abs, causing him to squirm where he was ticklish.
He propped himself on an arm when the blond didn't stop and return to his quivering lips. He pushed down a gasp when Wesker's strong hand wrapped around his erection, stroking lazily up and down, gaze trained on the reactions of his reddened face. It had been a long time since he'd had sex with anyone, let alone someone who meant anything to him and he wondered if that shone through in his faintly strained expression. Trust Wesker to be the type to tease, he thought, but it wasn't as though he was any different. Wesker no doubt got off on the power aspect of it, whereas Chris was more concerned with making his partner feel good, of building them up to a climax they would remember for a long time afterwards.
His eyes flew wide when his ex-captain abruptly gripped the base of his member and bent down to lick around the rim of its head. His hips jerked up instinctively as he fisted his hands in the bedsheets, watching in astonishment and lust as Wesker toyed with him with his tongue. He panted hotly through the urge to lift his hips and press his erection into that lovely open wet mouth.
Fortunately, he was spared any more of that torture when Wesker put a hand on his stomach to keep him pinned, leaving no doubt as to what would follow. The blond glanced up at him for a moment with a wicked smirk on his face, eyes narrowed seductively; and then he took his throbbing erection deep into his mouth and throat. Chris' head went back, his eyes squeezing shut and his mind whiting out. His jaw dropped despite the fact that no sound came out, his body shuddering under the waves of pleasure rolling repeatedly through it. He sank fully back down onto the bed, hands screwing up the sheets at his sides and lower half attempting to thrust up, prevented only by Wesker's unyielding hand. The combination of tongue, suction and palming at the base of his member had him in sensory overload, teeth gnawing on his bottom lip to keep unbecoming moans and whimpers from escaping his throat.
Wesker maintained a steady, satisfying pace, and instead of speeding up, he moved his hand from Chris' member to cup his balls, massaging thoroughly. The brunette couldn't hold back a loud, rough groan at that, his hips trying to buck up again.
"Wesker- I- I'm gonna-" As soon as he managed to get the words out, the hand on his stomach vanished and cool air hit his moist member, leaving him shivering and wanting. He leaned up to look at Wesker in near desperation and the blond chuckled quietly before moving to lift Chris' legs, bending them at the knees. Understanding quickly dawned on the brunette and he leant back on his elbows, nodding towards the bedside table to the blond's left. "There's lube..." he told the older man, briefly wondering if he should shift around to lay back on his pillows instead of remaining crossways on the bed like this.
While Wesker rummaged in the draw, he twisted round and kicked the mussed covers to the end of the bed, laying back down. He drew his legs up and spread them, watching with baited breath as Wesker crawled over to him and popped the lid of the tube in his hands. The cool gel was smeared over two of the blond's fingers before it was set aside on the pillow next to Chris'. The pads of Wesker's fingers caressed his tight ring of muscle in soothing, erotic motions, lips kissing down his inner thigh before the older man leaned over him with his free palm against the mattress. Chris looked up into Wesker's eyes, searching for something to focus on and biting his lip when the latter's index finger began to prod against his entrance.
A strange mixture of serenity and intensity glinted in the blond's grey-blue eyes as they gazed unflinchingly at one another, Chris finding a fraction of solace from it. The finger inched inside him and he grasped Wesker's shoulders in response, eyebrows furrowing in the faint stirring of discomfort. Pushing it all the way inside, the blond captured his mouth with unbridled passion in an obvious attempt to distract him. He kissed Wesker back heartily, trying to concentrate on the slide of the blond's mouth and tongue against his instead of the odd, stinging sensation down below. He could feel the older man's rock hard erection digging into his hip and he automatically gyrated his hips up to rub their needy members together. A groan was muffled by Wesker's devouring mouth, and the finger massaging in and out of him sped up, brushing ever so slightly against a place inside him previously undiscovered. He arched sharply, mouth breaking away from Wesker's to release a thin cry into the dark room surrounding them. His eyes widened before they squeezed shut against the invasion of the second finger, still cold as opposed to the first, which had been warmed by his insides.
Fresh heat flitted across his cheeks as the combined fingers thoroughly stroked and scissored his passage until he was used to the sensation and able to relax a bit once more. Wesker's heated breaths were billowing out across his chin and neck and Chris reopened his eyes slowly to see that the blond was breathing almost as hard as he was; probably holding himself back to properly prepare him. Absently, he reached up to touch his fingers to the flushed golden skin of Wesker's face, trailing along a beautifully pronounced cheekbone. He didn't think he'd ever actually touched Wesker's face before, the act feeling intimate on a whole other level as his rough, calloused fingers tentatively cupped the edge of the blond's jaw to coax him back down for another kiss. Wesker's face was of the same texture as his lips, smooth and velvet. Perfect.
He sucked in a breath as the blond's fingers collided with his prostate and at his reaction, repeatedly aimed in its direction, causing spasm after spasm to rack his feverish body. His nails bit into Wesker's shoulder as his other hand slid round to knot in uncharacteristically dishevelled blond locks.
"Wesker-!" He almost pleaded, voice ragged and his neck straining back again.
"Albert." He distantly heard his ex-captain correct him, sounding practically feral with unchecked emotion and desire.
"Albert..." He breathed out, tone significantly softer beneath the desperation as he looked up at him, half-blind with need. Without warning, the fingers were withdrawn from inside him and he clung tighter to his lover. Wesker reached over for the lube and on impulse Chris took it from him, ignoring the raised eyebrow and squeezing a good amount of the clear gel into his palm. Flinging the tube aside, he wrapped his hand around the gloriously thick length of the blond's member. Wesker released a heavy breath and rested his forehead against his shoulder, his hair tickling his neck and bringing a smile to his moist, pink-tinged lips.
After a quiet, stunningly peaceful moment of lavishly palming the blond's member and coating lube over the head as he finished, the latter sat back. Spreading his legs further apart, Wesker took his glistening erection in hand and guided it to the brunette's ready entrance. A burst of apprehension stabbed at Chris' resolve, clarity drifting to the forefront of his mind and his expression turning troubled. They were really going to do this, he thought dazedly, he and Wesker were going to share the most precious, emotionally dangerous intimacy with each other. However, it was much too late to be questioning whether it was really a good idea or not, as Wesker eased inside him; stretching, urging, filling. Chris gasped harshly, his face scrunching up and his eyes clamping closed against the searing ache of penetration. So this is what it's like to be on the receiving end, he thought deliriously sympathetically.
Wesker pushed in further until he reached his hilt, Chris panting through the pain, and then he stopped. The marksmen mentally fought not to focus on the pain receptors flashing warnings to his brain, hands clenching and unclenching on Wesker's shoulders. He struggled to crack his eyes open and glanced up at Wesker; his ex-captain was arched against him with his head back and eyes half-closed under drawn eyebrows. His lips were parted to emit low, soft murmurs of relief that somehow managed to shoot electricity to Chris' member. The brunette lay entranced at the majestic sight of his lover, nearly overcoming the piercing discomfort in his ass. An all too familiar and yet altogether new feeling of union, connection, togetherness settled over him, mingling with the pain as though in an effort to subdue it. The indescribable sensation of joining with another, barely conscious of where you ended and they began. Raw emotion rose within him, clogging up his throat. He and Wesker were one- finally- and he immediately dreaded the moment they would have to part.
He moved his hands to the junctions of Wesker's neck, thumbs tenderly brushing against the delicate skin there as he exhaled slowly. His body was gradually adjusting, accommodating for Wesker and his muscles loosened up fractionally in response. The blond eventually lowered his head to dangle between his shoulders and Chris felt a clammy palm come up to cup his cheek, trembling faintly. He let his eyelids fall closed as Wesker raised his head to kiss his jaw, cheek, right temple, the space between his brows, his nose, his mouth.
"Are you alright?" The older man whispered against his lips and he couldn't help but steal another kiss, lingering and inhaling deeply. Everything around him smelled of Wesker and salt and sweat, permeating his senses and he never wanted it to end.
"Yeah, I'm okay," he answered in lowered tones; it wasn't strictly true- his emotions were a storm brewing in his heart and beneath his skin- but physically, the pain had all but subsided, with only a dull soreness remaining. Their lustful eyes met and he gave a brief nod, hands roaming down Wesker's sides to grasp his ass, squeezing a little in wordless prompt. The blond lowered to balance on his forearms either side of Chris, bringing their bodies flush against each other and then pulled his hips back before thrusting forwards again. Chris groaned, tilting his neck back and tightening his grip on Wesker. The blond buried his face in his shoulder, creating an even but moderate rhythm, no longer willing to go painfully slow. They had both waited long enough and Chris didn't want the discomfort dragged out- he wanted to reach the point of mutual satisfaction just as quickly.
He panted audibly, grunting with every other thrust of Wesker's firm hips and zoning in on the sparks of pleasure that sent shudders through his frame. At a particularly hard and well-aimed ram, Chris cried out in bliss, arching up against the blond and urging him to delve deeper with his hands still gripping his ass. His lower half pushed back almost frantically, seeking and gradually finding a synchronised rhythm that had his nerve endings tingling all over and his balls tightening with the beg for release. Wesker quickened his pace, plunging in and out towards Chris' prostate over and over and breathing hotly against his neck and shoulder, tickling him.
"Fuck- harder-" Chris just about managed to gasp out, all but teetering on the edge of climax and growing delirious. Wesker rose up then and hooked Chris' legs over his shoulders, his movements hasty and subtly uncoordinated. The marksmen's member leaked even more pre-cum onto his stomach at the frenzied yet languid look shining in the blond's hooded eyes. He was like an uncaged animal in heat, pounding into Chris relentlessly and hissing every so often in pleasure. Chris loved every second of it, loved seeing his captain in such an improper, uncontrolled state. No, his ex-captain, he started to remind himself desperately before his thoughts were short-circuited by the feeling of Wesker's fingers curling around his erection and mercilessly jerking him off in tandem with his thrusts. Chris cried out again, louder and needier than before, his eyes rolling back in his head and his teeth tearing at his bottom lip.
"Albert-!" He cut off with a guttural groan as his member pulsed and shot out long strings of cum all over his shaking torso and Wesker's hand. His hands were fisted in the mattress sheet so hard that it hurt and his muscles clamped firmly around Wesker as he rode out his orgasm, pulling a stilted yet unmistakable moan from the usually stoic blond. Wesker buried himself deep inside Chris with a choppy snap of his hips and went stiff, squeezing his bluish eyes shut. Chris sagged down against the pillows as he gazed blissfully up at the blond, feeling the warm fluid splattering the walls of his insides and not caring in the slightest. Countless emotions flickered across Wesker's pinkened features, too fast to pin down as the brunette watched in something akin to rapture.
Visibly trying to catch his breath just as Chris was, the blond blinked his eyes open and looked directly at him, gaze serene and yet still predatory at the same time. Chris smiled lazily, lifting his exhausted arms up to fold underneath his head on the pillows, never breaking eye-contact. He watched sleepily as Wesker eased himself out of him and removed his legs from their purchase on his shoulders. The corners of the blond's lips quirked up in the tell-tale signs of a smug smirk, however there was no mockery in the smile that Chris was actually presented with and his expression softened considerably as Wesker sank down on top of him, pressing a feather-light kiss to his lips.
Hey guys, I know it's been a really long time coming so sorry for that! Life happened in April so I only started work on this chapter in May but this isn't actually the end! It was getting too long, I felt so I decided to type this up and upload it as quickly as possible for you guys.
I'll start writing the second part to this ASAP and that will be the real final chapter. Knowing me, it might be a while before you guys get to read it but you definitely will! I'll aim for the end of May/beginning of June.
Also, to anyone who are strictly rated T-and-under readers, sorry if the turn this fic took was a little awkward for you and I hope you managed to skip through the sexy time bits easy enough even though most of this chapter was just that *facepalm*
This chapters song on the playlist is: The Message To Venus cover of Stripped by Depeche Mode
On a random note, I can't remember if I've mentioned this before but I'm a massive fan of the youtube channel SIKSHADOW. Any of you guys know about them? They make these hilarious/awesome songs using their own mixed music and strung together bits of dialogue from RE games and pair it with bits of game cutscenes to make it even funnier. It's really random at first but the songs are so f-ing catchy it's just the best. Their vids are probably my favourite fan-made things in the RE fandom xD
You should definitely check them out- they have a Chris/Wesker song (which is unsurprisingly how I found their channel) called RE5- Wesker- CHRIS! Just type that into youtube and you'll find it xD
Anyway, just thought I'd spread the love I have for that channel :')