It's been a million years since I updated this story. I apologize deeply for making you all wait so long. My writing style has changed since the last update, but I tried to match it as much as possible. Hope you all enjoy!

Wesker throws Chris against the wall roughly, holding him in place by a firm hold on his jaw. Chris grits his teeth and glares at the blond, his chocolate eyes cold, much unlike Wesker's burning crimson eyes.

"It's such a shame Leon had to free you of that device. You were much more fun as my slave. But I always did enjoy your struggle."

Wesker releases Chris and punches him across the jaw hard before kicking out his knee, sending the brunet falling to his hands on the floor. Wesker takes a fistful of brunet hair and twists roughly, earning a hiss of pain from the younger man.

"I must say, I never tire of seeing you suffer."

Wesker smirks down at Chris before unzipping his pants. Chris' eyes flick down and he knows exactly what's coming. He looks away, thankful that it's not Leon suffering this torment. At least now he had something to hold onto.

The head of Wesker's cock is pushed against his lips and Chris does his damndest not to let it in his mouth. He opts on being difficult, turning his head side to side and keeping his lips tightly shut. Wesker growls and squeeze's his nose painfully, forcing Chris to hold his breath. He barely makes it a minute before his lips are parting in a large breath, and Wesker takes his chance, forcing his cock into Chris' mouth.

Chris digs his fingers into Wesker's thighs, twisting at the fabric of his pants as the blond's cock is slid back and forth in his mouth. He can't do a damn thing to stop it but he will never stop fighting. His eyes flick up to Wesker's, forcing a glare, who is watching him with an uninterrupted intensity. Chris blushes and has to look away. Was that longing he saw in Wesker's eyes?

"I've waited far too many years to see you submit, Chris."

Wesker growls down at him, increasing the speed of his thrusts. Chris gags as the tip of Wesker's cock rubs against his throat over and over, nearly making him gag and causing tears to fall from his eyes.

"You look good like this, on your knees at my mercy. Why don't you just give in? It will be a much more pleasant experience for you."

Wesker's usual snarl has somewhat lightened into a half sneer half demure tone, his breaths quicker but still coming at an even pace. Chris hates every moment of this, his pride has taken a large blow and he feels disgusting and degraded. He knows he can save himself plenty of pain, but it's not worth it. Even if it's the man he once loved deeply, that man had become a monster, and was the polar opposite of everything Chris stood for.

Satisfied, Wesker grabs Chris by the arm and pulls him into the bedroom. He's thrown onto his back on the bed and tries to crawl back, but Wesker is on top of him faster than he can react. Chris let out a groan as his shirt was pulled off quickly before his hands were pinned above his head by one of Wesker's own. The blond smirked down at him before leaning down, biting the lobe of Chris' ear and eliciting a pained hiss from the man below him.

Wesker used his free hand to pull Chris' pants off with ease, leaving the brunet completely exposed. Chris kicked at the blond uselessly before his thighs were parted and Wesker knelt in the space between them, gripping his cock and pushing it forward towards his ass. Chris let out a moan of protest and grit his teeth hard enough his jaw became sore as the tip of Wesker's cock rubbed over his tight hole. With one hard, merciless thrust Wesker pushed in all the way to the hilt and had Chris screaming at the top of his lungs. Wesker let out an audible moan from the contact, the sound enveloped by Chris' cries.

Wesker released his wrists, replacing his hands on either side of Chris' head as he thrust in and out of Chris' virgin ass. Chris' fingers instantly went to Wesker's shoulders, curling and twisting the fabric of his shirt. The pain was overwhelming and his head was spinning, filled with confusing emotions and unwanted thoughts. Had he been beneath Wesker willingly, the man dressed in his S.T.A.R.S attire, in the past he would have lost it. It was an incredible sight but Chris couldn't appreciate it, instead filled with disgust towards the blond man. He hated Wesker with every ounce of his being.

Wesker leaned down, sealing Chris' lips in a hot, rough kiss that had the brunet gasping for air. His eyes fluttered open and he watched the man above him, taking him hard, eyes running over every inch of his exposed body before falling on his own. Chris looked away, a sudden sharp moan escaping his lips as Wesker's cock angled and hit something inside him that made his skin tingle and a heat build in the pool of his stomach. The blond chuckled and grasped his now hard cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Chris let out all sorts of unwilling moans and noises, his back arching off the bed and his lips parting as he cried out. Within moments he was spilling his seed over his stomach, consumed by the few seconds of pleasure that had been his reprieve.

Chris let out a weak moan as Wesker slid his arms around Chris' midriff, pulling their bodies flush together as he fucked Chris faster than humanly possible. Chris let out cries and pleas, begging for it to stop as his orgasm was extended far longer than it should have been, the pleasure now becoming painful. Wesker thrust into Chris hard one last time, spilling his seed deep in the brunet before releasing him and letting him fall back onto the bed. Wesker fixed his clothing and ran a hand through his hair, fixing the few stray strands that had fallen out of place before leaving the room.

Fast, uneven breaths were falling from Chris' lips as he tried to recover, trying to make some sort of sense of what happened to him. He was a mess, both physically and mentally. One thing bothered him more than anything; more than the sex and more than the pain. Why had the interaction with Wesker left him feeling so empty?