Well, here it is the final chapter. It isn't anything special, but I hope that you like it.
Disclaimer: I own only Fiend and nothing else. Everything else belongs to Capcom.
My Monster
Chapter Eleven: Perfection
Chris watched as Wesker paced the room that they were in, moving back and forth quickly with his long legged stride. He seemed to be deep in thought, but did not speak. Chris leaned back against the pillows stacked behind him so that he could watch the blonde more comfortably; wondering what was going through his head.
He tapped listlessly with his fingers against his knee, a motion that he didn't realize he was doing. He had been watching the blonde pace since he had admitted to himself being a monster, saying that the man made the monster. He had a thoughtful expression on his face, one that Chris had never seen before, a slice of emotion un-shuttered. Even the man's eyes were not hidden behind ebony lenses, flickering in the dim light.
"We need you to return home before anyone notices that you are missing again," Wesker finally announced, turning to meet Chris' gaze. He cocked his head to the side, confusion lining his expression as he looked at the younger man, as if finding something there that surprised him. "You are no longer angry are you Christopher?"
Chris blinked at the question, realizing that suddenly he wasn't. His anger had slowly disappeared as he had watched the older man pace, leaving nothing but a feeling of calmness. "I guess not, there isn't a reason to stay angry. You did shoot me, but it was for a good reason. If you hadn't I would have withered into a monster and then I'd be screwed."
"Hm, that is one way to look at it," Wesker nodded and went back to his pacing. Chris rolled his eyes, but felt a small smile tug at his lips. He crossed his arms over his chest, which was thankfully clothed now. Once Wesker had started pacing, he had gone through the closet and pulled out a pair of black pants and a black t-shirt. Luckily the clothes had fit, even if they had been a little too small. The shirt was tight over his muscular chest, pulling across as he crossed his arms, defining his muscles.
"We should head out now otherwise we risk pulling too much attention to you and we cannot do that. If you draw attention, you risk someone finding out that you are infected by a new virus." Wesker returned back to his earlier subject, coming to a stop in his pacing, but not turning to face Chris again. He looked out the window in the room that revealed a star studded sky, showing Chris that it hadn't been that long since he had been shot and awoken from death.
"Sounds fine to me," Chris responded as he pushed up off the bed and went to stand beside the blonde. His arm brushed the older mans, but he didn't move away from the contact. It made Chris question what was going on between them, question what he would do next. The only thing that he knew for sure was that he had to leave the B.S.A.A. because he could no longer go out on missions and return to have them checking his blood for any signs of infection. He knew that he wouldn't pass and then he would be screwed.
"We will go then," neither man moved though. They stood still, arms in contact as they stared out the window, stared out into a still and silent world. After a long moment, Wesker let out an uncharacteristic sigh and turned around to leave the room. Chris turned on his heels with a speed that surprised him and followed the other man.
"Speed, strength, hearing and a few more attributes will come to you because of the virus." Wesker spoke as he grabbed Chris shoulder as the man came shooting out of the room. The brunette jerked to a stop, a gasp of surprise escaping him. "You will learn control with time, as we all must when our bodies adjust to something new."
"Great, something that will probably get my ass discovered by the B.S.A.A. because I show superior strength to those around me." Chris complained as they walked down the stairs, Fiend following close behind them. He was down them quickly, but this time not due to superhuman speed. He was out the front door like a shot, Fiend stepping out into the night with a sigh of relief.
"I do not think that I will ever become accustomed to being confined in a room for any amount of time." Fiend announced as he strolled toward the ebony car in the drive way. He stood beside the vehicle and as Chris came up beside the car, staring into the backseat of the car. Chris noticed for the first time that the creature held no reflection and he felt a stab of pity. "My time is running short in this world, my jobs done with nothing to keep me here."
"Are you sure that your time is running short?" Chris asked at Fiend's emotionless words. He folded his hands behind his back and realized that he was going to miss the creature. He had felt that unease when fiend had disappeared while he had been with Wesker. He had come to expect Fiend to be there, to throw sarcastic comments at him, to mock him and to help him.
"Yes," Fiend expressed everything he felt in that single word. It had been filled with agony, sadness, regret and acceptance. Chris clenched his hands tighter together as his jaw clenched. Fiend gave a low, tortured laugh and his form swirled in a whirl wind as a breeze rushed past. It wiped his form away, like leaves being taken up from a pile on the ground and flying through the air in a rush.
Chris knew that the creature was not gone, not yet at least, but he still felt the throb of regret pass through his system. He turned away from the car to watch Wesker leave the house, the glow from the open doorway silhouetting him. He closed the door and disappeared in the shadows. He didn't take long moving away from the door, before he was standing beside Chris yet again. He opened the car door and gestured for the young man to enter and sit down.
Chris slipped into the car and smirked at Wesker's uncharacteristic show of refined manners. The blonde closed the door and within seconds was opening the driver's side door and slipping into his own leather covered seat. He started the car silently and was pulling out of the driveway in one swift movement.
He rested his elbow at the bottom of the window, so that he could rest his chin on his fist. He watched the blonde, very much like he had when Wesker had first picked him up. The moon light cut in through the car window, cutting shadows across the man's face and defining the shape of his face. No words were spoken as he decided what he was going to do next.
He tapped his free hand against his knee as boredom soon took over him. He frowned and let his gaze slide out of the window again. The passing world held nothing that he could amuse himself with and he knew that the drive would be long. When he heard Wesker let out a low breath, he turned to look at the man again. He found that no matter how hard he studied the blonde, he could find no flaws in the man and his attraction to the blonde only seemed to grow.
It was annoying, considering he had no idea what Wesker felt towards him. Sure they had fucked once, but the blonde could have considered that simple stress relief and nothing more. He had said that it would never happen again. Even though he had heard Wesker growl those words, he held them second to him growling when he had climaxed. He believed in that animalistic sound more than he did the blonde's spoken words after the fact.
After a moment of thought, his curiosity got the better of him and he knew that his next move was going to be an idiotic and almost desperate. He needed answers to his questions about Wesker and himself and he knew that there would be only one way to thoroughly question the blonde man. As if sensing that Chris was up to something, the older man shot the brunette a look, before turning back to his driving.
He leaned forward as he faced Wesker, leaning up next to his side, so that his lips were inches from the blonde's ear. He noticed Wesker quirk an eye brow, but he gave no other acknowledgment of Chris sidling up so close to him. "What are we going to do next?"
"We are going to take you home and hope that no one noticed that you were gone, or if they did, they put it up to you needing a break." Wesker responded in his emotionless voice. |A slow smirk spread across Chris' face at the expected answer. Chris made a small clucking noise, letting pure instinct drive his body as he rested a hand on the older man's thigh.
"I know that we are going to do that, but what are we going to do next?" Chris drawled into the man's ear, hot breath tickling his ear. He had no idea what was driving him to act so openly, but he wanted some honesty and it seemed the only time that the man showed even a flicker of emotion was when they had fucked. Even if he hadn't been able to recognize the emotion that Wesker had shown, it had been there.
When he didn't hear a response, he gave a low hum of appeasement. He ran his tongue over the shell of the man's ear as the hand that he had placed on the blonde's thigh moved to start unfastening his belt. That earned a slight jerk of response, but he managed to keep the car on its smooth path down the road.
Chris laughed and soon had the man's belt loose and pants unbuttoned. He pushed them down as he continued to nip at the blonde's ear, then down his throat and jaw line. His hand worked under black material, until he found what he was searching for. Wesker's hips jerked slightly up into Chris' hand as he grasped the man's cock and made a sweep of it with his hand.
"Christopher," Wesker growled the warning, but Chris ignored it. He had things in mind that he wasn't going to back down from. He had a point to prove that Wesker wanted this as much as he did. So, he made another sweep with his hand and bit the junction where the man's neck met his shoulder. A low hiss escaped the blonde at both forms of contact, this one strangled and lacking words.
"Umhm," Chris hummed his approval as he traced his lips down the man's throat and nipped at the collar of his shirt. He slid his free hand under the blonde's shirt and scrapped his fingers along his well muscled stomach.
"Christopher, I suggest that you stop this right now," Wesker managed to snap, breathe ragged. He removed one of his hands from the steering wheel and went to push the younger man away, but only managed to grip his shoulder when the brunette finally freed his cock from his pants and ran his thumb over the end.
"Oh, if you actually wanted me to stop, I might have considered." Chris smirked as he let his gaze move away from the blondes face and to the object in his attentive hands. He frowned slightly, but knew that he would just have to go with this and try and figure it out as he went. Never had he considered what he was going to do next and it sent a slow shiver down his spine.
A sound escaped Wesker, one that Chris would have missed if he hadn't been paying attention, as he took the blonde's hard length into his mouth. The spidery white hand moved from his shoulder and into his hair, nails digging against his scalp. He focused on the reactions he was getting from the blonde and not the taste or the odd feeling of taking his cock into his mouth. Every hissed breath that escaped the blonde was memorized, along with what had caused it. Every time the man clenched his fingers and swerved a little on the road was stored away for later review and the scrape of teeth was repeated again to receive the reaction again.
He fought his gag reflex as he worked with his teeth and tongue, tracing the main vein and the end. With one of his hands, he tugged at the man's balls earning him a low grunt. Chris couldn't restrain the small victorious smile that over took his face as Wesker was forced to pull over to the shoulder of the road.
"What's the matter Wesker?" Chris asked innocently as he pulled away from what he was doing to look up at the blonde's strained face. He watched as Wesker pulled his hand away from the steering wheel and pulled off his sunglasses, throwing red and gold daggers at Chris.
"I have a problem with you not finishing." Wesker growled lowly, his voice throaty and curling. It made its way through Chris' system like fire, sending heat soaring through him like nothing had before. His mouth dried and his pupils dilated as his smile fell away. The smirk that crossed onto Wesker's face barely registered to him as he let the blonde's hand guide him back to what he had been doing.
He flicked his tongue out to lick the tip of Wesker's cock, before taking him into his mouth again. He moved his free hand to the blonde's hip and pushed down, to avoid having the man thrusting up into his mouth. He moved his tongue against soft, pale skin and sucked. Hips jerked under his hand and the blonde's breathing increased slightly. The control that Chris felt in that moment was incredible, a tantalizing taste of holding something over the other man for once.
"Damn it Christopher," Wesker gasped as his whole body arched up in the seat. Chris gagged as the blonde climaxed in his mouth, thrusting upward slightly against Chris' straining grip on his lean hips. He managed to push the reaction away as he swallowed deeply, only managing to have a little drip from his mouth.
He lifted his head and gasped for breath as Wesker tried to regain control of his body. When the blonde finally managed to do so, he grabbed the back of Chris' neck and pulled him up so that he could look at him. The strange emotion was on his face again, but before Chris could figure out what it was, the blonde was pulling him forward.
Lust replaced the other emotion quickly as the blonde's pink tongue shot out from between his lips and licked up the younger man's chin and up to his lips, following the path that his seed had spilled from. He pulled the other man closer, hungry lips devoured each other as Wesker's tongue slid into his mouth and ran along his own.
After a moment of clashing teeth and tongue's, Wesker pulled away with a low sigh. Chris sat back in his own seat as he watched Wesker do up his pants and then ran a finger across his bruised lips. He put his sunglasses back in place as he pulled the car back onto the road again, his movements languid and slow. It was the most relaxed that Chris had ever seen the other man.
He settled back into his seat, having received the answers he had been looking for and he now had the knowledge to undo Wesker.
-XX-
"Out," Wesker ordered as he pulled his car to a stop. They were a block away from Chris' apartment and he now wasn't sure what he wanted to do. He knew that once he left the vehicle, the blonde would drive away and everything between them would be at an end, but he knew that staying was out of the question.
With a weary sigh, he stepped out of the car and closed the door. He stayed there for a moment, eyes on the handle, but he did pull away. He instantly regretted doing so when the blonde pulled away, moving back into the flow of morning traffic. It felt so normal to miss the man that he had once detested.
He started towards his apartment, expression darkening with each step that he took. He felt utterly used and alone, without even the small comfort of Fiend's company. He pushed into the entry way and walked to the elevator, where he called it. He waited impatiently, fingers tapping against his knee.
When the metal contraption finally arrived, he stepped into it and hit the button for his floor. He closed his eyes as he listened to the 'ding' of each passing floor until the doors opened up on his level. He stepped out and walked to his door, only to remember that he didn't have his keys on him. They had been in his pant pockets, when Wesker had shot him.
"Fuck," Chris swore loudly, slamming his fist down against the wall beside his door. He glared at the door, realizing slowly that he hadn't locked it the day he had run from his house. Hoping that it was still unlocked, he reached for the door knob, only to have it turn before he could. He took a quick step back and was prepared for a fight, but fell still when he saw Jill standing in the door way.
She looked tired and her eyes were rimmed with red. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail and her jeans and blouse were rumpled. She blinked for a moment, in shock, before relief spread across her face. She let out a loud sigh and a small smile spread across her face. "You're back! I was worried about you."
"I needed to get away," Chris muttered as she stepped out into the hall. She threw her arms around his neck and he had an instants panic. He shrugged off the panic and wrapped an arm around her, comforting his friend. It was a shock for him when she pressed her lips against his and flicked her tongue out.
He stood still against the kiss, lips unmoving under hers as she stood on her toes. After a while, she pulled away with confusion in her pale blue eyes. Sadness crumpled her face as she released him and took a step back. Her hand flew to her mouth and she moved to the side, sliding past him and into the hall. "You would have kissed me back once."
"Things have changed Jill," Chris managed to choke out. His friend looked heartbroken at his words and it sent a stab of pain through him, but he could honestly say that he felt nothing for her in that way. Once he had, but that had been before Wesker had spun his world around in a chaotic dance of change. "I wish they hadn't but they have."
"Of course they have," Jill spat suddenly in anger. Her blue eyes glittered fiercely as she spun on her heels and stormed down the hallway. She didn't bother with calling the elevator and went straight for the stairs. The stair well door slammed closed behind her and all Chris could do was stand frozen and silent as she left.
"Shit," he swore when he realized that he had once again screwed everything up. He knew that she had changed herself after Kijuju, but that was to be expected. She was angrier, hurtful and there was no one to blame but himself, for not being there, and Wesker, for controlling her. She had once been so strong and he saw now that she was only a shell of what she had once been.
Stiffly, he moved into his apartment and closed the door behind him. He leaned against it and stared at the white ceiling, wondering if he could fix anything that he had messed. His breathe wheezed out of his lungs and he closed his eyes.
"I never expected her to become like this," the low voice broke Chris from his thoughts like a whip. He stared in shock at the blonde standing in the middle of his living room, staring at the scarred white walls. After a moment of contemplation, he turned his gaze on Chris, a frown on his face. "I never expected for either of you to become so deeply marked by the events in Africa."
"No, of course you didn't. You don't plan for how everything will affect other people; all you care about is the end result, the perfect evolution." Chris gave a low, dark laugh as he spoke. In that moment, he resembled the murky, ebony covered Fiend than he ever had before, the monster part of his personality.
Wesker remained silent, eyes never leaving Chris' face. His sunglasses were gone and his expression was blank, but something flickered in his demonic eyes. He took a step forward and in a split second Chris found himself pinned back against the wall, the blonde's lips at his ear in an all too familiar scene.
"Do not make assumptions about me Christopher," Wesker's husky voice curled into his ear. One of his hands was wrapped around Chris' jaw and he pushed his face to the side, so that he could scrape his teeth down his jaw line, before going back to his ear. "There are things about me that you will never know. Now, I'm going to tell you this once. If you ever let another person lay a finger on you like Jill just did, I will kill them, then you, understood? You are mine Christopher."
"Does that make you mine?" Chris managed to throw back as his body arched into Wesker's of its own accord, seeking some form of touch. The question earned him a sharp slam back into the wall and the grip on his jaw to tighten. A hiss of pain escaped him, but turned into a low moan of pleasure as Wesker ground their hips together.
"No, I will never be yours," Wesker purred into his ear, anger diminished into lust. He swept Chris' shirt off in one fluid movement, smirking as he did so. Chris grasped at Wesker's shoulders and pushed the man back so that he could lead him out of the living room and into his bedroom. The blonde followed, both men removing articles of clothing as they did.
In one swift, precise movement, Wesker pushed Chris back into the bed and was atop him in the next. He cocked his head to the side in an animalistic gesture as he looked down at Chris, almost like the younger man was prey that he was hunting. His smirk grew as he reached over to the night stand and pulled open a drawer. He gave a hum of approval as he found what he was looking for.
Popping the lid on the lubricant, he covered his fingers and set about loosening Chris up. He started with one finger, the younger man making a sound of protest that was smothered quickly. When he was satisfied, he added another finger, then another until he had Chris writhing below him. He paused for a moment when a chuckled escaped the brunette.
Dusky blue eyes cracked open and a sly smile spread across his face. "Oh Wesker, but I already do. You're my monster; you just haven't realized it yet." He expected Wesker's reaction and was not surprised when the blonde plunged into him painfully. He swore loudly as he arched up and into the pale man.
The blonde did not respond in words to Chris' statement, instead choosing to silence the man from speaking completely. He was soon rewarded by the younger man's moans and grunts as they moved against each other and finding the perfect rhythm. Each thrust hitting the bundle of nerves that sent Chris into a languid pile of skin as Wesker's hand also curled around his long shaft. The blonde was soon as uncontrolled as the younger man, hips moving back and forth and hand moving spasmodically up and down.
Chris came with a low curse, arching up and clenching around the blonde. It set of Wesker's own climax, his hips continuing to move as Chris' body milked him. When they were both weary, Wesker collapsed beside the brunette, shocking the younger man who would have thought he would get up and dressed.
Instead the blonde looked up at the ceiling, lips turned down in a frown. "Your monster?" He asked finally, one hand reaching up to try and smooth his hair into a semblance of respectable. He turned his head slightly so that he was looking at Chris, who gave a slight nod.
"Yes, mine, because only I get to see you like this." Chris commented when the older man didn't say anything else. He suddenly felt worried, but that feeling fled when he heard the blonde sigh.
"I think that I can live with that," Wesker announced wearily, eyes falling shut as rolled back onto his back. Chris felt a smile curl onto his face, realizing that he had done something right. For once, he wasn't following Fiend's commands or fumbling around looking for the right answer. For once, all he had to do was remain silent and bask in the moment. "Do not let that go to your head."
Chris gave a snort and settled onto his side to study the blonde. It was too late to try and follow that order.
To be continued: A sequel 'Night and Day' is planned, along with a one-shot called 'Addiction'. I'm not sure when I will start them, because I really want to work on 'For All We Know' an Inception fanfiction, but i don't think that I can go long without my daily dose of Wesker, Chris and Fiend.
Special Thanks To...
Project X: Thank you for being the first person to review and for being a constant reviewer after that. You also kept saying how well written my chapters were, this was so sweet of you.
Kairi Sparda: Thank you for being a constant reviewer through the life of this fiction. I know that you really wanted Claire to see Steve alive, but that was never planned for this one, but for the sequel. :3
Ultimolu: You're reviews where you had side conversations with Wesker were an amusement to read and I looked forward to hearing what you had to say for each chapter, thank you darling for the constant reviews.
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And to everyone else: Thank you for all others who left reviews for some of the chapters, they were all loved and made me smile. Also, thank you to everyone who's read 'My Monster' and still came back for more!
