~Present~
After a day of painstakingly hard cleaning and re-organizing, we finally made it possible to live in the house. Other than the lack of electricity and fresh water (plenty of salt water could be found in the ocean though), it was almost like a real home. I looked over at Wesker, who wiped his brow with the back of his tattered sleeve. He looked tired and dreary, an unmistakable sadness lurking in the fiery pools of his eyes, which lacked their normal red tint to the edges. They were only yellow and amber, like cat's eyes. He looked so beaten up and defeated. It hurt just to look at him like this. Wesker sat on the couch and I sat beside him, putting my hand atop his. We gazed into each others eyes, countless understandings silently passing between us.
I slowly leaned into him, and Wesker closed the last few inches between us. He pressed his lips against mine softly. I loved his gentle, caring side. It was nice. Wesker's touch calmed me, made me feel whole; without it, I would die. My arms found their way around his shoulders, and his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. The kiss intensified and deepened. Wesker raised one hand and ran it through my nearing shoulder-length brown hair. We pulled apart, panting hard. I let my eyes flutter open, to look at the man that I fell madly in love with at first sight. "I never saw why you always wore those shades. Your eyes are so beautiful." I put my hand on his cheek and he smiled. Not a small smirk or grin, but he genuinely smiled.
It made me smile too. And I wanted him more. I desired him, lusted him, wanted every part of him. And he wanted it too; I could see it in his eyes. Wesker pulled my shirt over my head and played with my nipple in between two fingers. A small gasp escaped my lips, which were quickly covered with his own. His scent was intoxicating, exhilarating, stimulating. It fueled the animal inside me, and my need for him grew tenfold. I shoved Wesker back and lay on top of him, pushing my tongue in his mouth and grabbing handfuls of silky blond hair. Wesker let out a moan that was soon drowned out by our tongues sliding over each other.
I believed that hating him so much for so long, only made me want him and love him more. Love and hate are two emotions, feelings, with so many things in common, yet so very uncommon. Now, when I look into Wesker's eyes, I don't have to doubt every action or accusation about him I have made. 'Everything happened for a reason, a greater purpose. It's true our fates are forever intertwined, but now I don't have to hurt the person I love. I can be happy, we can be happy, together forever.' "Chris, your thinking an essay on how you feel for me. Just don't think..." Wesker stated. I pulled his shirt over his head and pressed our bodies together, relishing the feel of our skin together as it made contact.
Wesker tangled his fingers in my hair and pushed his lips against mine. His smell, his taste, his touch… all of it drew me in. I nibbled at the skin of his collar bone. Wesker let out a low moan. The sound was music to my ears… so I bit harder. As I increased the pressure I was applying to his skin with my teeth, it seemed he got more aroused. "C-Chris… you should… stop…" He said in between breaths. I licked up his chest and collarbone, up his neck and jaw line, until our lips met again. I dug my nails down the skin of his back and Wesker threw me onto the floor, pulling off my pants and his own in two quick fluid motions.
I quivered as Wesker slowly trailed his fingers down my chest and stomach. His hand gently clenched my cock. His touch sent a flare of excitement through my blood. He slowly stroked my cock and I couldn't control the moans that escaped my mouth when he liked the head with his skilled tongue. "W-Wesker…" Wesker lapped at my cock quicker, before taking the head into his mouth. He slowly sucked, taking in another inch every time he went down. Soon he had my whole length in his mouth. I reached over and took his cock in my hand and stroked him quickly. He increased his speed, taking me in over and over. Just as I was about to cum, he stopped and smirked at me.
"Cock block! That's not fair!" Wesker rolled me onto my stomach and forced me into the doggie style position. I dug my nails into the carpet as three fingers penetrated me and quickly worked me. "Unnghh..Wesker…p-please…" "Please what, Chris?" It felt like he was torturing me, dragging the time on, making me wait. "P-please…enter me…" I felt the head of his cock prodding my entrance, and he shoved his full length in. I let out a loud moan as he adjusted his positioning so his cock touched my prostate. Wesker slowly pushed in and out of me, hitting my prostate every time, sending an electric sensation of pleasure through my blood.
Wesker increased his thrusting speed and grabbed a handful of my hair, jerking my head back. I hissed out a moan. Wesker licked my neck and bit into it hard. We moaned together and came, the sound of our voices mixing together in one sound of ecstasy. The rush of his warm cum inside me sent shivers down my spine. We pulled apart, trying to control our quickened breathing. I don't know how long we lay there, Wesker's arms wrapped protectively around my waist. I didn't know that it would be my last time of being content and happy. Or that it was the last time we would ever be together like this again.