Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the below piece of fiction, Capcom does.
Warning: Graphic Male/Male sex
Authors Note: So it's 1:30 AM and I am terribly sick, waiting for my meds to kick in so I can get a good night sleep, and what do I decide to do? Update the story of course! Sorry this one came out a little later, but numerous circumstances occured that could not be avoided that prevented an earlier update. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy the smut! Also, I would like to dedicate this chapter to my love, Heart Massacre, as she wrote me a lovely birthday present and I promised her the first sex chapter would be for her! Happy belated Birthday~!
Chapter 14- Passion
Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments; the joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow...empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead. ~Joss Whedon~
In the movies, the sex scene would always begin immediately after first heated kiss between the two parties. There would be a quick change of scene, most likely with them kissing upon a rooftop before falling onto a bed, half of their clothes in most cases discarded.
It spared the viewers who were watching from having to sit through the awkward transition from being in a public place to a more secluded and romantic area, an area in which those heightened sexual feelings could freely be expressed with none of the passion lost between the two parties.
Unfortunately for Chris, his life was not a movie, and he had to sit through that 'awkward transition' that movies tended to skip.
Sitting in the black leather passenger seat of Wesker's sleek, silver Mercedes, Chris found himself playing with the hem of his coat as he gazed out the window, street lights occasionally lighting up the interior of the car while it smoothly drove down the street. He tried not to think about what was going to happen as soon as they got out of the car and up to Wesker's apartment, otherwise the nerves inside his stomach would have surely gotten the better of him.
But it was hard to stop thinking about the fact that he was going to go have sex with another man- Wesker no less. He had lost his virginity when he was seventeen and figured that strange 'first time' thing was in the past, but apparently not. He could still taste Wesker on his lips, and while he hungered for more, another part of him was wondering if this was such a great idea.
Wesker wasn't helping the situation much either, with his silent and usual stoic behaviour beginning to make Chris antsy and hesitant.
An eternity seemed to pass before Wesker pulled into the underground parking lot of his apartment, stopping the vehicle in his personal spot. Turning off the car, the two men got out of it and Chris found himself following Wesker's lead to the elevator doors.
Pressing the button, Chris watched the light atop the doors signal which floor the elevator was on while the two men stood in silence, both of them looking up at the glowing numbers. A soft 'ding' signalled it had reached the basement and they entered together, one standing on the left while the other stood on the right.
Glancing over at Wesker, Chris let his eyes wander over the older male's features, noticing how relaxed and almost bored he seemed as the elevator lazily rose to the appropriate floor. Only it stopped at the lobby and the doors opened to reveal a mother and her young son who appeared to have just returned from grocery shopping, cheeks rosy pink from the cool air outside- the epitome of innocence in the child's eyes. Stepping close to Chris, Wesker let them in with a polite smile which was returned by the woman while she pressed the floor number button below Wesker's.
An awkward tension filled the air yet again, and Chris thought he would burst with anticipation before he felt Wesker's delicate fingers interlock with his own, squeezing gently. Wesker stared straight ahead while Chris looked down at their hands, a blush spreading across his face before he, too, concentrated on the door.
Hurrying out of the elevator when it reached their floor, the mother and son didn't look back as the door closed and the elevator continued on its journey to the floor above. With one last 'ding' the doors yet again opened and Wesker strode out, his hand leaving Chris', making Chris stuff his hand back in his jacket pocket, trying to ignore how nice it felt to hold Wesker's hand.
He already knew he was going to be fucked and there was no need to further feminise himself by enjoying hand holding.
The jingling of Wesker's keys sounded louder than usual as the two of them let all of their attention go to the simple set of silver and brass objects. Selecting the appropriate key, Wesker easily slid it into the lock, making Chris cough and quickly look away, the sexual tension mounting with every movement and seemingly innocent act Wesker performed.
Although the words innocent and Wesker never really went hand-in-hand.
The soft creak of the door pulled Chris' attention back to reality, and he followed Wesker into the dark apartment. Flipping a switch on the front hall, the accent lights in the kitchen turned on, creating enough light to see around the apartment. Taking off his shoes, Chris' movements were a little fuddled and shaky, his body responding to the nerves and excitement that had built up since his request on the roof.
Once he had removed his shoes, he shucked his jacket off and stood with the garment in his hands, unsure of where to put it. He was just about to ask Wesker when the man turned around and took it, fingers brushing against Chris'. Walking into the living room, Wesker placed his and Chris' jackets on the back of the couch, a strange sight to see in the otherwise immaculately clean apartment.
Turning back around, Wesker took Chris' arm in his hand and pulled him down the somewhat familiar hallway to the bedroom. The curtains were open, letting the city lights' soft glow permeate the darkness and making Wesker's blonde hair glow almost silver in the low cast light. Not bothering to turn any of the lights on, Wesker dragged Chris to the bed before letting go.
Staring down at the midnight black sheets, Chris looked at the slight raises in the comforter that were highlighted by the street lights, his mind going blank as he tried to move away from any negative thoughts. Running a shaky hand through his hair, Chris was about to turn around when he felt Wesker press himself against his back, a steady arm wrapping around his waist while spiderlike fingers splayed across his stomach.
Warm breath cascaded down his neck as a gentle bite was applied to the side, making Chris shiver and let out a soft moan. Moving back into Wesker's embrace, Chris closed his eyes and swallowed thickly, his own hand moving down and around to grasp Wesker's thigh, hand traveling upwards before he met his own side, blocking any further movement.
Pulling away slightly, Chris turned around in Wesker's arms and looked into his superior's eyes, the man's sunglasses having been previously placed on the bedside table while Chris had been staring at the sheets. His face was half hidden in shadows but his grey eyes pierced the darkness, locking onto his own deep blue with a ferocious lust that made Chris move forward to kiss him deeply.
All of the previous worries were lost as Chris let himself be consumed by the kiss, Wesker's tongue probing and sliding against all of his weak spots. He hadn't even noticed their new position on the bed until Wesker had moved from kissing him to his jaw and down to his throat. Staring up at the whitewashed ceiling, Chris felt Wesker's body press between his thighs- a strange but not unwelcome feeling. Running a hand through Wesker's hair, Chris titled his head to the side and groaned when Wesker nipped at the skin on his collar bone.
Sitting up, Wesker looked down at Chris and began to tug at the hem of his shirt, hair coming loose from its tight hold to fall in front of his eyes- a sight that Chris wanted to see more of.
Sitting up as well, Chris fumbled with the hem, his grasp loose as he let the garment slip a few times before getting a tight hold. Sliding it up and over his head, Wesker helped chuck it onto the floor before his hands were on Chris' bare chest, gliding over well-formed muscles and honey tanned skin. Still sitting up, Chris kissed Wesker as the older male let out an appreciative hum, obviously pleased.
The kiss became more heated and passionate as it continued on, and at some point in time between kisses and moans, Wesker's own shirt had been thrown to the floor, leaving Chris with a delicious sight. Breaking the now open-mouthed kiss, Chris slid his hands along Wesker's pecks, fascinated with the strength and power that lay beneath the skin and how his tanned, darker skin contrasted against Wesker's pale moonlight flesh. He had never touched a man like this before- so intimately and slowly- and he found himself enjoying that feeling of raw power above him, more so than the soft and round curves of a woman.
Pushing Chris back down against the mattress, Wesker began to grind against him, their erections pressing together but separated by layers of fabric. Gasping, Chris grasped Wesker's arm, thumb rubbing over the scar left from the bullet wound from a month ago. Continuing his slow, circular motions, Wesker bit down on Chris' shoulder as his movement sped up with Chris grinding upwards, meeting his thrusts perfectly.
He may be a novice when it came to sex with the same gender, but Chris wasn't about to let Wesker take complete control.
Moving his hands downwards, Chris grasped Wesker's ass, making the older male purr against Chris' ear, sending little electric currents through his body. Deciding he wanted Wesker's pants off, Chris slid his hands between their closely pressed bodies and began to work on the leather belt, movements fumbled and shaky before the clasp opened, allowing Chris to pull it off with a soft hiss as leather slid against fabric.
Shoving the belt off of the bed, Chris watched as Wesker sat up and casually unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down his slim and sharply angled hips, his black underwear barely holding in his growing erection. Moving out from between Chris' legs, Wesker sat on the edge of the bed to pull his pants down completely before dropping them beside Chris' shirt.
Clad in only his underwear, Wesker moved back to his original position and started to undo Chris' own belt, quickly unclasping it before making even faster work of his button and zipper. Sliding his pants down, Chris raised his ass slightly so Wesker could take them off completely.
Looking down at Chris, Wesker smirked as his hand slid across Chris' boxer clad erection, a low moan following the action. Biting his bottom lip, Chris looked down to see thin fingers spreading across his erection, his superior's palm making the fabric rub up and down his cock in a teasing manner.
It was hard to believe that only an hour or so ago Wesker was ready to kill Chris. Now it seemed like all of that anger had been replaced with lust, passion, and a desire to tease him.
Chris was about to beg before Wesker's hands strayed upwards and wrapped around the band of his boxers, tugging them down to completely expose him to the waiting man above.
Now Chris had nothing to hide from his Captain- his entire body bare and exposed. Legs spread, his cock hard and leaking pre-cum with his balls pressed close to his body, Chris let out a soft moan as Wesker gazed at every part of his waiting and aching body. He wished Wesker would say something- break the silence to tell him that his body was appreciated. Chris was confident- proud of his thick and long member- but for some reason he wanted Wesker's approval too. Looking up, Wesker's eyes locked with Chris', and the younger man sent him a defiant look, challenging him to do something.
Taking the challenge, Wesker fully removed Chris' boxers before he slid forward to gently bite down on one of Chris' nipples while his hand wrapped around his member, stroking it quickly and effectively.
Thrusting upwards into Wesker's hand, Chris let out a soft moan as his hand traveled up to cup the back of Wesker's head, fingers tangling themselves in golden strands. Moving up, Wesker left a trail of spit and eager bites along his chest and neck, stopping at his ear to suck on the lobe.
Hissing, Chris bit his bottom lip as Wesker's fingers teased his ball sac before gliding back up the main vane of his cock, collecting the pre-cum that had beaded up at the tip. Moving from his ear to his mouth, Wesker kissed Chris with an all consuming passion, his dominant persona coming out to show Chris just how much control he had over him right now.
Chris realized with perfect clarity that he was at the mercy of Wesker- and that idea didn't bother him as much as he thought it would.
Finally gaining some semblance of a coherent thought, Chris slid his hand down to tug at the back of Wesker's underwear before his hand slid down and under the band to run along the silky smooth skin on Wesker's buttocks. Sucking on Chris' tongue, Wesker continued to jerk Chris before sliding his hand away and up to his hip, small circular motions being applied to the soft skin with the pad of this thumb.
Sitting up, Wesker pushed Chris' hand out of his underpants and went to take them off himself. Chris watched with slight fascination as the base of Wesker's cock appeared, but moved his hands up to grasp his wrists, preventing him from continuing with the motion.
"I… I want to…" Chris whispered, his voice sounding loud and jarring after so much silence for so long. Slowly moving his hands away, Wesker placed his hands behind his back to brace himself as Chris moved to run his hand along his covered cock, feeling the warmth and hardness twitch under his touch. Licking his bottom lip, Chris moved his hand upwards and tugged the underwear down to the middle of Wesker's thighs, eyes watching the motion and the way the fabric clung to his skin. Wesker tugged them off the rest of the way as Chris watched, mind going elsewhere for a moment. It took him a moment to look up, but when he did he was met with Wesker's twitching and rock hard cock, darker in tone than the pale skin that stretched across the rest of his body.
Taking a deep breath, Chris shoved away his apprehension and grasped Wesker's arousal in his hand, moaning softly as the warmth spread across the palm of his hand. Gently thrusting forward, Wesker let out a soft huff and looked down at Chris, a hand coming forward to run through Chris' messy brown locks.
Gliding his hand up and down, Chris watched the colour contract between his hand and Wesker's cock with fascination, a smug grin appearing on his lips as Wesker let out another satisfied purr. Pulling his hand away, Chris tugged Wesker back down so their naked skin was flushed together.
Groaning, Chris shivered as they made contact and managed to roll Wesker over so they were both lying on their sides, hands sliding across a body that was so similar to his own.
He had reached the point of no return, and dear god did it ever feel good.
They kissed until they both ran out of breath, chests heaving as Wesker kept their groins pressed close together while Chris concentrated on the feeling of his thin, surprisingly tender fingers dancing across his skin, lulling him further into the notion of how this was a good idea- a positive one in fact. The only sound in the room was that of their heavy breathing and the occasional squeak of the mattress, their movements harsher than what would occur between a man and a woman.
Again, Chris found himself enjoying that difference.
Finding himself being pushed back against the mattress, Chris watched as Wesker sat up and went to rummage around in the drawer on the bedside table, body hovering above Chris'. Sliding a hand up Wesker's side, he smirked when he ran the pad of his thumb over Wesker's nipple, making the older man stiffen and flash him a dangerous look from behind the shadows that played across his refined features.
Growling softly, Wesker continued to shuffle before he pulled out what he was looking for. Squinting to see it, Chris noticed the long tube that held what he assumed was anal lube with a small package resting against it, no doubt a condom.
Questions about Wesker's usual sexual life made an appearance once more in Chris' mind, but he quickly batted them away. If Wesker regularly banged dudes then that meant he was in good hands… right?
Taking a deep breath, Chris spread his legs as Wesker moved to sit between them, the sound of the cap being flipped open resounded throughout the room, deeper in tone than it normally would be, almost as if the sound was being captured by the heavy air that blanketed the two men.
Looking between his legs, Chris watched Wesker's hands descend into an area he wasn't really used to having anyone go and found himself instinctively clenching before Wesker had even touched the area. Raising an eyebrow, Wesker looked away from his job and locked eyes with Chris, demanding entrance with his eyes alone.
"This is going to be easier if you—" Wesker began, voice low and heavy with sex.
"I know," Chris whispered, taking a deep breath before relaxing as much as he could given the circumstances. Jumping slightly when cold lube made contact with his hole, Chris heard Wesker let out a low rumble deep within his chest and Chris wanted to kick the guy in the face- it was easier to say it than do it!
But not one to give up, Chris slid down a little further to expose himself before Wesker grabbed his hand an shoved it over his dick.
"Touch yourself while I do this."
Chris grunted softly and hesitantly wrapped his hand around his own dick, the tips of his ears going pink. He was embarrassed about masturbating in front of a guy who was currently trying to jam his fingers up his ass- Chris' embarrassments were rarely very logical.
Sliding his hand up and down slowly, Chris concentrated on the feeling of his foreskin gliding across the tip of his cock while Wesker's finger slowly slid in, meeting little resistance. Letting out a breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding, Chris looked down to see Wesker's arm moving back and forth, his finger sliding in and out of Chris with an almost medical approach to it.
It didn't hurt at the moment, but it certainly felt... strange. A second finger was added, which in turn added slightly more resistance. Again, there was no real pain per say, but that strange feeling persisted.
But then the third finger was added, and Chris found his hand losing its previous steady rhythm as he bit down on his bottom lip, trying to prevent the very un-sexy yelp he was about to release.
Chris tried to concentrate on the fact that Wesker's long, gorgeous, delicate fingers were inside him to get past the discomfort he was feeling, and to a certain extent it helped. But what helped further was the uncharacteristic kindness Wesker was displaying throughout the entire process. He was going slowly and carefully, and would occasionally gently rub the inside of Chris' thigh, as if he was actually trying to soothe him.
But it still felt strange, and he was wondering if he was going to get any satisfaction from this before Wesker curved his finger and hit 'the spot'.
Moaning, Chris' head fell back against the pillow as his body reacted to the pleasure rushing through his system. It was as if a small electrical shock had run its course through his veins, lighting his nerves to every sensation and touch as Wesker gently stroked it a few more times. But as quickly as that pleasure had come it went away and with it Wesker's fingers.
Opening his eyes, which he hadn't even noticed he'd closed, Chris looked up to see Wesker ripping open the condom package before removing it. Chris' heart leapt up his throat as he came back to reality and realized that Wesker was going to be inside him.
Never would have Chris thought that Wesker would ever be inside him, but despite still thinking Wesker was a complete dickhead, Chris was glad it was him who he would lose his anal virginity with- as cheesy as that sounded.
But that still didn't take away from the nerves that had decided to make one last appearance.
Sliding himself forward, Wesker grasped his cock and gently pressed it against Chris' opening, eyebrows furrowed in concentration while Chris chewed at his bottom lip, cock completely forgotten.
Glancing up, Wesker locked eyes with Chris once again before he pushed in, steady and careful as he did so. Chris held back a painful groan and instead brought his hand up, biting down hard on his knuckles while Wesker went in as far as he could.
Bracing his arms on either side of Chris' head, Wesker closed his eyes and dropped his head down, tension and restraint showing in the muscles of his arms and the corner of his lips. Chris let out a loud puff of air slowly as his hand dropped down onto the mattress. Trying not to move, Chris continued to breathe deeply and steady, his body shifting just a fraction to accommodate the foreign body that was residing inside him.
It hurt; it hurt quite a bit in fact. But Chris wouldn't let it show too much- he had too much pride to let Wesker see him in a weaker state. Besides, he could handle this, especially if Wesker found that fantastic spot inside him yet again.
Bringing a hand up to rest on Wesker's hip, Chris looked down to see Wesker's groin pressed against his ass before looking up at his face, nodding once to give him the go-ahead to move.
Sliding out, Wesker growled softly before sheathing himself in again. He repeated the process slowly before he began to speed up a fraction as Chris found himself grinding downwards, explosions of pain mixed with pleasure sparking him to do so.
Lowering himself down, Wesker moved to kiss Chris with slight difficulty as their bodies rocked back and forth, muscles pushing and straining together as they continued to speed up- ecstasy throwing them into a passionate frenzy. Teeth clashing and tongues darting, they continued to kiss before Wesker tore away and began to lick down the younger man's neck, teeth biting and sliding against pulled neck muscles.
Moaning loudly, Chris titled his head to the side and watched the muscles in Wesker's forearm strain, blue veins showing through his pale, perfect skin. The smell of Wesker's cologne mixed with the scent of sex permeated the air and invaded Chris' sense of smell, dealing another blow to his fragile sense of reality.
Shifting slightly, Wesker moved so he could properly hit Chris' prostate, making him reach down to grab Wesker's ass, pushing him in deeper and closer while his head tossed back to let out a masculine groan.
Growling, Wesker let out small moans and grunts as he slammed into Chris, his noises more controlled and restrained than Chris' own throaty moans. But that didn't make them any less sexual or primal, completely different from the soft, higher sounds girls would make. Chris desperately wanted to hear more.
Sliding his hand up, Chris found purchase on Wesker's shoulder while his other hand moved down to grasp his own dick, pumping it while he desperately fought for completion.
All of his reservations went out the door the moment Wesker began to move inside and against him, creating an all consuming rhythm to a complicated and fast dance between their bodies. Now all that was left was wanting and desperate human beings, unable to control their wild and primal nature anymore.
Three more thrusts later and Chris was crying out, milky white semen spilling over his hand and stomach in thick ribbons as he ground against Wesker, the pleasure and pain sending him over the edge. His vision had gone hazy near the end, but he noticed Wesker had ducked his head into the crook of his neck, preventing him from seeing the ecstasy on his Captain's face as he finally came.
"You belong to me now, Chris," Wesker hissed against his ear as he moved to press their cheeks together. Hot breath slid across Chris' sweat slicked skin, making him shudder despite the suffocating heat inside the room.
Wesker's words held no real meaning to Chris at the present moment, his mind and body overstimulated. Wesker had slid out mere moments ago, but continued to lie between his legs, chest pressed against his own as if he was savouring the fact that he didn't have to be Albert Wesker- STARS Captain and stand up citizen. Instead, he could just be a regular guy with no inhibitions or duties holding him back.
Or at least, that was what Chris liked to think.
But the moment was soon broken as Wesker raised himself up and off of Chris, breaking the connection between their bodies. Watching Wesker through heavy lidded eyes, he saw the man slide his condom off before he walked to the bathroom to throw it away.
Switching the light on in the bathroom, the darkness in the bedroom was broken and with the light came reality. Squinting as his eyes adjusted to the light, Chris glanced down at his chest to see the mess that had collected and moved just a fraction to feel the stickiness down below.
Yup, he had certainly just had sex with a guy.
Looking up from his stomach, Chris saw Wesker returning to the bedroom, hair still a wild mess but the rest of him seemed perfectly put together. Tossing Chris a wet washcloth Chris fumbled as he tried to catch it and sit up at the same time.
"T-thanks," Chris whispered, voice hoarse and low. Wesker hummed in reply while Chris wiped his chest off and moved to clean his stretched and sore hole, embarrassment in his movements as he avoided looking at Wesker. Once clean he stood up, legs shaky while he tried to figure out what to do next.
"Give me the cloth," Wesker said, reaching out to take it. Placing it in Wesker's hand, Chris stood by the bed as he began to take the comforter off the bed, realization dawning upon him that they had had sex on top of the sheets rather than under.
Throwing the sheet cover and cloth in his laundry basket, Wesker grabbed a blanket from his closet and turned around to see Chris standing nervously by the bed.
"I guess I'll just… go home or—" Chris began before Wesker snorted and rolled his eyes.
"You can't expect me to drive you home after that, because frankly I've worked myself into a rather exhausted state," he replied while spreading the blanket (which was also black) onto the bed. Going back to the bathroom, Wesker turned the light off, darkness again covering them.
Moving back into the bedroom, Wesker sat on the edge of the bed, cracking his neck twice before he lay down under the blanket. Rolling over, Wesker looked up at Chris who was still standing on the other side of the bed wondering if Wesker was actually going to let him sleep beside him.
Even though they had just had sex, one of the most intimate things you could do with someone, the thought of sleeping next to Wesker seemed unreal. He was almost expecting Wesker to throw him out as soon as he was done, but maybe…
"I would like to sleep without you staring at me, Christopher. Now get into bed unless you'd like to walk home in the cold."
Chris nodded slowly and climbed into the bed, only now realizing how soft and comfy it was. Rolling back over, Chris was left to stare at Wesker's bare back, shoulders still tense, making him figure Wesker was always in a constant state of tension and stress even after mind-blowing sex. Moving to lie on his back, Chris stared back up at the white ceiling, a hand behind his head as he contemplated what he was going to say.
"I guess I should thank you," Chris mumbled after a minute of silence.
"Why?" Wesker's voice was muffled slightly by the pillow, but the irritation still carried through loud and clear to Chris.
"For fucking me instead of snapping my neck like you had originally planned."
"You're welcome."
Chris snorted slightly and rolled his eyes, looking back over at Wesker before returning his gaze to the ceiling. Always taking things literally…
Closing his eyes, Chris let out a sigh and found himself falling asleep quickly, exhaustion taking over his body. Relaxing as much as he could, Chris fell asleep with his body sliding closer into Wesker's personal bubble of space.
It wasn't his fault Wesker was so warm.
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