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Summary: After Resident Evil 5. Chris tries to return to normality whilst Wesker tries to regain his humanity. Wesker/Chris slash. If you don't like it, don't read it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil. I only own BSAA Agent Chapman.
Warning: SMUT (I would probably say 'reward')
Night of the Hunter
Chapter Fourteen
It shouldn't have felt this normal.
Climbing into bed with Wesker never should've felt normal, because Chris was putting his life in his own hands. If he went to sleep, it would leave him vulnerable to whatever the blonde man had planned – he still had no idea exactly when Wesker was going to enact his revenge – but staying awake would put him in a state of sleep deprivation and tiredness, which would make it harder for him to fight back against Wesker if the blonde did try anything.
"Chris, you aren't going to sleep in your clothes, are you?" Wesker asked.
"I don't have anything else to sleep in." Chris shrugged. "Why, aren't you?"
"I wasn't planning on it." Wesker said. "It's not very hygienic, and we've been wearing these for the past couple of days. There should be clean clothes in the wardrobe which we can change into in the morning – when we wake up we'll figure out what our next steps are going to be."
"Are you... are we really sharing the bed?" Chris asked. "I really don't mind the couch... I've slept in worse places, so a couch could be considered to be luxury."
"Why are you so nervous?" Wesker asked and Chris looked away, not wanting to go into the subject. It would involve having to talk about the past and feelings, and that was something that he and Wesker didn't do. They never had done. Chris treated Wesker almost like a robot, unsure of whether the blonde could even process feelings at all, and Wesker treated Chris as an inferior human being because he allowed himself to feel.
"Oh, there could be plenty of reasons, Wesker." Chris said. "Maybe I'm nervous because I'm in a mansion in the middle of Canada with a man who's done his best to kill me on several occasions... maybe I'm nervous because said man hasn't been specific as to why I'm here at all, other than the fact he wants to do something horrible to me for fucking up his plans."
Wesker stepped towards Chris, taking his sunglasses off. He looked down at the slightly shorter man, red eyes meeting dark blue. This surprised Chris, as Wesker always did his best to keep his eyes covered – his eyes were the only way anyone could read him. "So I make you nervous?"
"I thought you were the smart one, Wesker." Chris spat, aware of how close they were standing to each other, aware of the tension in the room. The brunette was determined not to back down, because he wanted answers. He wanted to know if Wesker really was planning on doing something horrible to him, and if he was... well, Chris just wanted to get it over with. "I'm sick of all of the pretending, Wesker. So what if we've been on a nice road trip all across America together? It's done nothing but make me wonder what this is about – you hate me. You've tried to kill me, and I'm pretty sure you want to kill me right now. I can see it in your eyes."
The blonde man didn't say anything. He searched Chris's face, trying to understand and predict what the brunette was going to do next. Just because he didn't allow himself to show any emotion didn't mean that he didn't understand the complexity of it. He could see that Chris was angry and upset, and there was also something else in his eyes – something that Wesker was afraid to put a name to. If he named it, it would become real.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" Chris asked, almost urging the other man to do something. He was anticipating Wesker's reaction – either a smart comment to shoot down his argument and leave him even more in the dark about what the hell he was doing in Canada, or maybe even a punch to the face or the gut. The violence wouldn't surprise him.
"You always have been the only person prepared to stand up to me." Wesker said quietly, keeping his gaze locked with Chris's. If he looked away it would show that he felt inferior as he was backing down, or it would give the implication that he was ashamed – what did he have to be ashamed of? "I admire you for that."
"You hate it." Chris snarled, shifting closer to Wesker. "You hate it because I'm the person you want to be obedient. I'm the person you want to submit to you. I'm the person you want to hurt because I'm always there to stop you."
"You're the person I wanted to join me." Wesker said, and although his expression didn't change, Chris was sure that it was supposed to be a confession. "If I had known all those years ago that you were going to cause me this much trouble I would've extended my hand to you, Chris. I would've focused more on grooming you, shaping you to my ideals."
"I thought that's what you had been trying to do anyway." Chris said, lowering his voice. For some reason, talking at normal volume seemed wrong for this moment – it seemed as though it would ruin it all, and he was so close to breaking Wesker's code. He could feel it, he could tell by the tingling in his spine. "It wasn't like you ever cared."
Wesker opened his mouth to say something, but found that Chris's lips were now on his. The brunette's hands were fisted into the front of Wesker's shirt as he yanked the blonde closer, stumbling slightly. It was that moment when Wesker took the initiative, and he slammed Chris up against the nearest wall.
Chris's hands were all over Wesker – grabbing his shirt, in his hair... he wasn't sure what he was doing; only knowing that he needed the other man and he needed him now. Wesker's hands were on his shoulders, pinning him back against the wall and every now and then he would grip the material of Chris shirt, due to the fact he was feeling exactly the same – he needed Chris. He would never admit it to the brunette, because admitting that he did... feel... something... would be admitting that he was nothing – that he was just like anyone else. He wasn't like anyone else; he was closer to being an immortal than anyone.
And here he was, kissing the man who took that away from him.
Chris's hands fumbled with the belt the other man was wearing, trying to get it undone, but in his frenzy working out the mechanics of the buckle was almost like rocket science. Wesker bit down on the brunette's bottom lip, startling Chris. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue into the other man's mouth and he felt Chris push against him, letting out what sounded like a low whine. Chris finally managed to undo Wesker's belt and ripped it out of the belt loops on his trousers, throwing it across the room.
Wesker switched their positions so he was the one with his back to the wall. He grabbed a fistful of Chris's hair and shoved him down hard. Chris ignored the pain that shot through his knees and undid Wesker's trousers, pulling them down past his thighs. He placed his hands on Wesker's hips, pinning him against the wall as he licked the inside of Wesker's thigh.
"Fuck, Chris... don't you fucking –" Wesker threw his head back against the wall and gripped Chris's hair tighter, trying to tell the other man what he wanted through actions. "– Stop being a... fucking tease..."
Chris smirked up at Wesker and licked the underside of Wesker's arousal, making the blonde close his eyes and slacken his grip on Chris's hair slightly. The brunette swirled his tongue around the head and bobbed his head up and down, making Wesker's grip on his hair tighten again. Chris ignored the pain in his scalp and closed his eyes, swallowing past his gag reflex and taking the whole of Wesker's length into his mouth.
Wesker took a deep breath, trying to push his hips forwards to get Chris to take him in deeper. The brunette was pinning him against the wall too hard, allowing him no freedom to have complete control over the situation. Usually Wesker would be the one controlling the speed and the rhythm but under Chris's hands he was powerless, and he had never felt like this before.
Chris could feel Wesker's frustration and was enjoying the situation. He wanted to see the blonde lose control, and he wanted to be the one to cause it. He wanted to watch Wesker come undone, he wanted to find out what made him tick. He wanted to spend a few hours like this, taking him apart and watching him put himself back together again.
"Chris, I –" Wesker allowed a small groan to slip past his lips and he was glad for the wall behind him, because he felt his knees buckle. "– Fuck, I think I'm going to..." No sooner than when the words were out of his mouth, he had reached his climax and Chris was swallowing it all.
Chris pulled away, allowing Wesker's softening length to slip out of his mouth. Somehow, he managed to get to his feet and found himself face to face with Wesker. The blonde was breathing heavily and his cheeks were flushed a dull red, and Chris was sure that there was a hint of anger in the other man's eyes.
"I... erm... I'm going to use the bathroom." Chris said quickly and left the bedroom, walking into the en suite and locking the door behind him.
xXx
"Miss Redfield?"
Claire stirred and looked up at Agent Chapman, who was standing over her, holding a large portfolio. Claire hadn't intended to fall asleep in the BSAA waiting room, but she had just been so tired.
"Yes?" Claire asked, sitting up properly and rubbing her eyes. "Did you finally decide that you should do something about my brother?"
"Miss Redfield, it says in this folder that Albert Wesker is believed to be deceased." Agent Chapman said. "It also says that your brother suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and he is going to be placed on a counselling program once his leave is finished."
"Do you know how many times Wesker's been pronounced dead?" Claire asked.
Agent Chapman pursed her lips. "This file has allowed me to make an estimate of how many times Albert Wesker has been believed to be deceased." She flicked through the folder and showed Claire the latest report from Africa, Chris's last run in with the blonde. "However, it doesn't explain how he would be alive now. He burned alive in a volcano in Africa."
"Supposedly." Claire said.
"Miss Redfield –"
"It says 'supposedly' right there." Claire said, leaning closer and pointing to where the word was written in the document. "See? Not even the BSAA is sure if he's dead."
"Look, the best I can do is make you an appointment with someone of a higher grade who is more experienced and knowledgeable in dealing with matters concerning your brother and Albert Wesker." Agent Chapman sighed. "It won't be until morning, so I would suggest that you go home and get yourself a decent night's sleep. I will phone you in the morning with the details, okay?"
Claire bit her tongue, trying to stop herself arguing with the other woman. She knew that the agent was lacking knowledge in the matters concerning her brother and was doing the best that she could, but tomorrow morning could be too late.
xXx
When Chris finally stepped out of the bathroom, Wesker was in bed. The brunette could see the blonde's silhouetted figure in the moonlight that was streaming through the curtains. He wondered if Wesker was asleep – things would be easier if he was. Chris didn't want to hear all of the blonde's jibes at him for proving his inferiority by going down on his knees for him. If he was honest with himself, he wasn't sure why he had done it. One moment they had been arguing, and the next moment he had been throwing himself at the blonde man.
It was almost like old times.
Chris could remember several occasions before when heated arguments had turned into something else, several of them being in the locker room at HQ. He didn't want things to feel like old times. He wanted to hate Wesker, because Wesker had turned against him. Wesker had destroyed his life.
"Are you coming to bed?" Wesker asked with a frustrated sigh, flicking on the lamp and rolling over so that he was facing the other man. "Or are you going to just stand there and think about what just happened and how it was like old times?"
"Wow, it seems that you are capable of nostalgia."
"I don't think you really want to start an argument right now, Chris." Wesker sighed, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. Chris could see the other man's bare chest and he gulped – he really didn't know what he wanted anymore. "We'll talk about it in the morning."
"No we won't – we're never going to talk about it." Chris said, stripping off his own shirt. If he did run away now, he would just be showing even more weakness, even more inferiority. He was going to act as though nothing had happened – Wesker made it look so easy, so he must be able to do it too.
"You're learning well." Wesker said, and Chris thought that he could detect a hint of amusement in the other man's voice.
Chris hesitated before stripping off completely and walking over to the bed. He crawled into his side and rolled over so that he was facing away from Wesker. The brunette felt the bed shift as the blonde layed back down beside him, also turning his back on the other man, and switched off the lamp.
They were both silent as they tried to get to sleep, both of them restless. Chris was trying to avoid any physical contact with Wesker, and the blonde man fidgeted every time Chris did, as the brunette's movement were making the mattress shift and springs stick up in awkward places. Wesker sighed and rolled over, then punched Chris in the shoulder.
"Ow!" Chris scowled and rolled over to face the other man. "What was that for?"
"Stop moving."
"You didn't need to punch me!"
"Well, I didn't know if you were awake or asleep." Wesker said. "If I had known that you were awake, then I would've asked you nicely."
"No you wouldn't have."
"You're right." Wesker smirked. "I wouldn't have."
"Maybe I should go and sleep on the couch." Chris sighed, sitting up in the dark. "That way I wouldn't keep getting punched in the shoulder when I moved."
"Chris, I'm sure we'll be fine." Wesker said. "We just have to be... more aware of each other."
"How so?"
"If you stay on your side of the bed then I won't have to punch you again." Wesker said, shifting next to Chris. "It's as simple as that."
Chris sighed and laid back down next to Wesker, accidentally brushing against his arm. Chris rolled over, feeling his cheeks warm with a bright red flush. He wouldn't be surprised if Wesker could see the glow in the dark. "Sorry." He didn't know why he was so... so... embarrassed... by accidently touching Wesker.
"That's okay." Wesker said.
"You're not going to punch me again, are you?"
Wesker allowed himself a small chuckle. "Not yet. Now, go to sleep."
Chris was about to make a retort about how Wesker couldn't tell him what to do, but he decided against it. There was no sense in getting into another pointless argument with the blonde, not when they seemed to be... relaxed... around each other.
"And stop the stealing the quilt."
"What the – you're the one who's got most of it!" Chris scowled, grabbing the bedcovers and yanking them away from the other man.
"Obviously not anymore." Wesker said, rolling over and pressing himself against Chris's back. Chris kicked a leg out at the other man, but Wesker just pressed closer, grabbing Chris's arms and pinning them to his sides. "But if you're going to steal the bedcovers I guess it just means we'll have to sleep closer together."
Chris tensed up, wanting to push the other man away. He didn't want Wesker sleeping this close to him after everything else that had happened that day, especially because he could feel the warmth of Wesker's skin through the material of the quilt and Chris wanted to push back against him, wanting to know what this actually was.
Wesker slowly pulled the covers away to even out the bed spread, but made no move to increase the distance between himself and the brunette. Chris felt Wesker's lips against his shoulder and he wasn't sure what it was supposed to mean... was Wesker aware of what he was doing, or was it something that Chris wasn't supposed to think about?
Why was he even thinking about it this much?
Even if the action was supposed to have some sort of meaning, nothing was ever going to happen – that had been certain as soon as Wesker had betrayed S.T.A.R.S and, by doing so, betrayed him. Chris knew that he was fixated on that one action, but that was because it had hurt. He had known that something had been wrong, but not even he had known to what extent.
Chris shifted so that Wesker's grip on his arms was eased, and he rolled over to face the other man. The brunette propped himself up on his elbow, slightly hesitant.
"You look as though you want to say something." Wesker noted, only able to see Chris's outline in the dark room. "Or you're going to watch me sleep, but that seems a tad unsettling, considering you're the one who insists on carrying around a gun with no bullets to use as a club."
Chris chuckled softly. "No, I'm not going to watch you sleep."
"What do you want then?"
"My life back."
"I can't give you that." Wesker said, and Chris thought that he heard a hint of... regret?
"I know." Chris said.
"If I still had my money and my company I would probably give you some sort of compensation."
"No you wouldn't."
"No, I wouldn't – I was just trying to ease your suffering."
"Why would you want to do that?" Chris asked, tilting his head to the side as though it would help him see in the dark so that he could try and decode Wesker's expression. "You brought me here saying that you were going to get revenge for every time I've ruined your plans... yet here we are, sharing a bed."
"There never was a revenge plan past kidnapping you." Wesker said. "And you seemed to come with me willingly, anyway."
"You mean – for the first time ever you didn't have any sort of plan?" Chris asked. "You just... decided to wing it?"
"Yes, I suppose so..." Wesker said, trailing off. He was aware that Chris was almost leaning over him, and he was aware of their proximity in the dark. For the first time in his life, he actually let his urges control him and he reached up, cupping the back of Chris's neck and pulling him down.
Chris's eyes slid shut as Wesker's lips brushed against his. He was slightly surprised by Wesker's initiation of the kiss, and was worried that the other man was going to push him away at any moment, saying that it was all a big joke and he had set up some sort of torture chamber downstairs with an electric chair, some sort of 'doctor' and the lickers he had implied were roaming the grounds.
Wesker didn't push Chris away. Well, he did so that Chris was the one lying on his back and he was the one above him, straddling Chris's thighs and pressing deeper into the kiss, sliding his tongue into Chris's mouth. The brunette arched up off the bed, running his hands up Wesker's back and then entangling them in the blonde man's hair. Wesker let out a low moan and pinned Chris's shoulders to the mattress, holding the brunette down as he continued to kiss him.
Chris was aware of Wesker's obvious arousal pressed against his thigh and he pushed his hips up slightly, trying to get some friction against himself. He wasn't sure if there were any boundaries in whatever this was – was he allowed to be actively involved, or did Wesker just want him to lay there whilst he did whatever he wanted to him...? The brunette's breath hitched when Wesker's fingertips trailed down his throat, followed by his lips.
The blonde exhaled a breath as Chris pressed up into his hardness. He then licked the vein along the side of Chris's neck, before biting down onto his soft flesh and giving a suck. Chris let out a sharp breath and closed his eyes, letting his head fall back against the pillows as Wesker moved to the other side of his neck, leaving another mark.
Wesker trailed his hand down Chris's chest and over his stomach, licking along the other man's jaw and then pressing their lips together again. Chris's hands were on Wesker's shoulders, holding the other man against him as they kissed again. He felt Wesker's hand slide even further down and the blonde man gripped his length and he arched up into the touch.
"Tell me what you want, Chris."
"I... Wesker, fuck... please..."
"You're going to have to be more specific than that, Chris." Wesker said, giving him a firm stroke. "Tell me what you want."
"I want..."
"Come on, Chris. I want you to say it to me."
"Wesker, I want you to fuck me."
"Now say please."
If it was any other situation, Chris probably would've punched the blonde man for putting him through this, but by now he was getting desperate and he needed the other man. It had been too long... too long since he had been with anyone in this way. After S.T.A.R.S, there had never been anything proper... just a casual fuck every now and then, and up until now it always seemed that sex with Wesker was just another way for the blonde to gain the upper hand in a situation. Now it seemed as though Wesker was willing to let Chris equally participate, as though the power dynamic between them had... not shifted, but changed slightly.
Wesker bit down on Chris's bottom lip as he pulled away, and he met the other man's eyes, waiting for him to answer.
Chris looked up at Wesker, and he was pretty sure that it was the first time they had ever taken the chance to actually acknowledge who it was they were with. Usually – even back in S.T.A.R.S – they didn't look at each other when they were fucking. Chris would usually be on his front or bent over something, and Wesker would always be behind him.
"Please..." Chris whimpered, his grip tightening on Wesker's shoulders.
Wesker touched his fingertips to Chris's lips and the brunette instantly knew what he wanted. Chris opened his mouth and took in the digits, closing his eyes and demonstrating what Wesker already knew the other man could do with his tongue.
The blonde closed his eyes and allowed a low moan to slip out, pressing his fingers deeper into the brunette's mouth. Chris was making sure that Wesker's fingers were as slick as they could be, as he knew that this could be very uncomfortable for him otherwise. He was also watching Wesker's facial expression shifting as he curled his tongue around the digits, enjoying actually having a chance to see the pleasure reflected on the other man's face.
Wesker withdrew his fingers slowly and trailed them down Chris's chin, leaving a slight trail of saliva. He moved his hand down Chris's chest and shifted so that he was kneeling between the other man's thighs. He lifted Chris's hips and slowly inserted a digit into his entrance, watching the other man grit his teeth and squeeze his eyes shut. Wesker leant down and placed a kiss to Chris's neck, biting down softly and licking the area to try and help the other man relax.
Chris held his breath when Wesker inserted a second digit and pressed back against Wesker, moaning when he hit the spot. Wesker inserted a third digit into the other man's entrance, making sure he would be properly stretched for him.
After the blonde had scissored and rubbed his inner walls, he then removed his fingers and sat back. "Lube me." Wesker said in a low tone, grabbing Chris's hair and pulling the man's upper body up and towards his shaft. He watched as the brunette immediately parted his lips and took his length back into his mouth, where he then bobbed his head and sucked, occasionally teasing the slit with the tip of his tongue.
When Wesker felt himself becoming too close he pulled away and scooted back down the bed, kneeling between the brunette's thighs again. He pushed Chris back down onto the mattress, smirking as he lined himself up with the other man's entrance.
He pushed in slowly, watching Chris flexing his hands and gripping the bedsheets tighter as he furrowed his brow. The blonde gave the other man a few moments to adjust, before noticing Chris's subtle nod and pulling out slowly before thrusting back in.
Chris gripped the bedsheets even tighter, groaning as Wesker hit the spot again and again. The blonde panted heavily as he plunged into the tight heat of the other man. He slowly began to pick up the pace, still showing Chris who was the dominant one, even though he had almost treated him as though he were an equal. The brunette was arching up off the bed and groaning loudly.
Wesker grabbed a fistful of Chris's hair and crushed his mouth against the other man's, kissing him sloppily as he continued to speed up, causing the bed to creak. Chris desperately wanted some friction against his own arousal, and was slightly surprised when Wesker's hand reached between them and began to pump his shaft in time with his thrusts.
"Fuck, W-Wesker..." Chris mumbled against the other man's lips. "Harder..."
Wesker did as the other man said and Chris was sure that the bed was close to breaking, along with himself. He was so close, and he could tell Wesker was to by the way that the other man was gripping his hips so hard that there would be bruises the shape of his hands for the next couple of days and the fact that he was muttering something incoherent to himself.
Chris released first with a loud moan, spilling over Wesker's hand, stomach and also his own chest. Wesker felt Chris's walls tighten and he climaxed with another thrust, grunting as he came. He pulled out and placed his hands on either side of Chris's head, breathing heavily and studying the other man's expression. Chris's cheeks were flushed and his hair was sweaty and stuck to his forehead.
The blonde shifted away from the brunette and collapsed next to Chris on the bed, not even bothering to pull the bedsheets up.
Chris smiled to himself and then rolled over so that his back was to the other man. He felt the mattress shift underneath him, and then Wesker was pressed against his back. Chris welcomed the warmth and pushed back against him, as he couldn't be bothered to untangle the bedsheets either. The horrible thing he did was make me feel something for him again.
A/N: Well, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!
The wonderful CarEKaos helped me to write the smut scene, and so I have to thank her for that, or this chapter probably would've taken me another week or so. It was going to be uploaded yesterday, but due to some computer problems it wasn't.
Any comments or feedback are appreciated!