Warning: Strong language, explicit sexual content, possibly gore. This story may contain smut the same way a trail mix without fruits may contain nuts.

The whole stupid idea is based of a few seconds in the fourth trailer where Chris states that it would be a shame if something happened to Ethan and his response is "You killed Mia! Now do me and finish the job!"

Well... all I heard was "Do me", so enjoy! The story might be edited and/or expanded once I know what the hell is going on in the game.

Also, I've spent the last few days to weeks researching RE lore even though I only had a passing interest in the series until now and only picked up RE7 for the first time today... Yeah, I'm a coward.

For now, here's this little lemon to sweeten your day!

The Confrontation

Catching his breath, Ethan Winters stumbled out of the ruined remains of the windmill. In his hand was still the axe with which he had finally beheaded the last of these crazy bitches, her corpse already ash in the smoldering fire that consumed the framework of the derelict wooden building. This time he had made sure that there would be nothing left to regenerate.

His left leg throbbed where the sickle had pierced the flesh. The wound was almost completely healed by now, but it still felt sore. So did his right shoulder, strained from the fall through the rotten floor. He limped forward into the night, barely noticing the scratches in his skin knitting themselves together slowly. Still, he hadn't found his daughter, but felt one small step closer, one less threat to think about. Lady Dimitrescu would now double her efforts to kill him, of that, he was sure.

The cool night air seemed to clear his head a bit. The next step should probably be... what? Killing all four houses? Taking the fight directly to Mother Miranda?

First, he needed some sleep. Somewhere safe, where he could not be surprised by rabid wolf people, insane vampires, or giant insects. His shoulder creaked as he moved the joint a bit, readjusting it effortlessly. Down the hill he saw a few cottages. Hopefully one would be secure enough to get him at least a few hours of sleep.

It felt like only a few minutes before he was awoken by the sound of footsteps outside the door. Muffled voices penetrated the thin walls.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, not again", Ethan cursed quietly. He quickly grabbed the hatchet from the table and sneaked to the window. Towards the front of the building, 3 or 4 soldiers made some gestures. He had to escape before they found out he was awake. He was on the second floor and as far as he could see below, the backyard did not provide a climb. At the very least, this time he did not have to jump into a spiked pit so that was an improvement. As silently as he could manage, he open the window. Timing was of the essence. The exact moment the team broke open the front door, he dropped down. The next second he stifled a scream as a large nail pierced the sole of his right foot. With the following step he freed himself and started running.

"Hey, stop! Fuck! Winters is aware of our position. Try to cut off his escape route", he heard one of the soldiers bellow, probably addressing his radio.

He kept on running, weaving a path between the fences and shacks. The night was cloudy and moonless, but his eyes seemed accustomed enough to the dim light. In the distance a high wall blocked his path and he decided to try his luck with the building next to it. In the past it might have been a town hall or something similar but stood now derelict. Ethan slammed against the door with his full weight, breaking the lock easily. Just a few feet ahead he could make out stairs.

Catching his breath, he slowed down a bit. Just six steps. Then up, looking for window overseeing the other side of the wall and further. Resolving to follow this plan, he began to sprint. But speeding up again proved to be a bad idea. It felt like he ran into a truck when a fist hit him in the solar plexus. Reflexively he dodged to the side, evading the second punch.

"Running away seems to be your forte, Ethan Winters", a dark voice commented.

"Yeah? Fuck you, Chris!", he retorted breathlessly.

The BSAA captain stood in a doorway, illuminated by a candle in the room behind him. Ethan knew that it was a stalling technique to allow the others to catch up with them, but he needed distance for his plan. Arching wide, he swung the hatchet, forcing Chris back into the room.

"I'll make you pay", he snarled. It sounded convincing enough, but he felt that it would be impossible. Not only because Chris was stronger, more experienced, and a master in hand-to-hand combat, but also because there were still feelings for the other man. Since the moment the BSAA came to the rescue at Dulvey, he felt weird whenever they spent time in the same room. Not quite the same as he had with Mia when they had started dating, but nonetheless a passionate urge. He had never talked to either Mia or Chris about it. And the latter didn't need to ever know.

"Oh, come on. You can barely stand, Winters. You never were a fighter. Now be a good boy and surrender."

A crackling sound came from Chris' radio.

"I've got line of sight, command?", the soldier asked.

From the corner of his eyes, Ethan could see a reflection of a scope on the bell tower outside. Using the distraction, he threw the hatchet at Chris. By the time the other man caught it and moved forward, Ethan was halfway up the stairs. His feet seemed to not touch the floor and both his sight and hearing felt sharped to a needlepoint. He could even hear the stumped sniper add "Shit, the fucker is fast!"

Another sense was heightened: Ethan could distinctly smell Redfield following him. Traces of sweat and something flowery wafted in the stairway air. He swallowed hard and kept searching for an open window. None seemed to lead in the right direction. Another room on the wrong side of the building, a dusty rug covering most of the floor and a few abandoned benches on the sides. At least the window facing the bell tower was mostly boarded up.

"Stop running", commanded the captain behind him.

Ethan was cornered, this time the only way out was blocked by the other man. Okay, he only had to stand his ground long enough until he could get closer to the exit, he could lock this door from the outside and might have just enough time to look for another opening before either the door broke, or the soldiers would have him surrounded. It seemed that Chris had anticipated that plan because he closed and locked the door himself. Well, that complicated things quite a lot. He tried to get into a convincing stance, mentally preparing. If necessary, he still had his handgun in the holster. Not that he actually wanted to use it, in spite of his words. After Mia's death he had felt betrayed in more than one way but he still cared about the soldier. He tried to ignore the little voice in his head saying that now he was free from his love for Mia he could pursue this new path. It made him sick. Still, the images his mind had conjured in his dreams the past few weeks painted this scenario in an oddly arousing light. At the very least Chris also readied himself without drawing his weapon.

"You do realize that you can't beat me?" Chris asked.

"I can try", Ethan responded, throwing the first punch in this dance.

Just as he had thought, he was thoroughly outmatched. Without a weapon and in such a confined space it seemed he had no chance. Even when he landed a hit, the soldier simply shrugged it off. He himself on the other hand he no way to dodge the fast strikes reliably. Any plan to get to the door were thwarted by Chris' control of the situation, always keeping him just out of reach from the doorknob. At this rate he would take damage too fast to regenerate. Still, he hadn't recovered enough from the fight with Daniela. Surely it would take much more than a brawl to kill him but being incapacitated might lead to being captured again and set him back. He had no time to lose. With every punch he grew more sluggish while his opponent had enough energy to overpower him. Ethan tumbled down, gasping as Chris' blow to the stomach connected. The bruises on his cheekbone throbbed and his back hurt like hell from the strikes directed to his kidneys and liver.

"Stop fighting, Winters!", Chris growled. He knelt down over the other man, trying to pin Ethan's thighs with one leg. His left hand grabbed the collar of the shirt, twisting the fabric a bit to get a better grip, pressing his wrist down unto the sternum. He had to find a way to force the other man prone and restrain his arms.

Through all this, Ethan had really tried to keep his distance. So up close he couldn't help but inhale the air surrounding the man. There it was again, this scent. Blood and sweat, those little blue flowers that hung in bundles in many of the houses here and cedarwood. Ethan tried to breathe through his mouth, but it seemed to fill his nostrils, his lungs, every cell of his body. He wanted to turn his head away, but the hand on his sternum left him little room for movement. A fierce urge rushed through him. Getting a hold on Chris' hair at the back of the head, he pulled hard downwards, closing the distance between them. The physical and metaphorical pressure on his chest was almost suffocating. With closed eyes he hungrily licked over his opposite's bottom lip. He felt his own erection rubbing against the fabric of his underwear. To hell with the monsters and those devout lunatics.

Chris had expected several things when Ethan clawed into his short hair: a headbutt, scratching, biting... But not this desperate, longing kiss. It tasted of blood from the lacerations on Ethan's lips and sage blossoms.

"Have you lost your mind, Winters?", he softly asked when the blond finally withdrew.

Ethan's eyes fluttered open, staring in shock at the other. Surely this had insulted the soldier. Of course, he could not want that, he thought, disgusted by himself. So he'd misinterpreted all these situations before, these little moments of tension when they'd touched accidentally and neither of them knew what to say... He was on the verge of pushing Chris off.

"You're insane", the man murmured again quietly. His grip on the shirt loosened and he sat his knee down between Ethan's legs. "Why couldn't you just stay away?"

Ethan had no time to respond, chapped lips were already on his and as he opened his mouth, a searching tongue sneaked in. Stubbly skin brushed against his, the pressure unyielding. Still, this felt even better than he had imagined. He reciprocated the deep kiss, moaning softly as Chris leaned closer, his thigh rubbing over Ethan's crotch. Slowly, without breaking the kiss, he was pulled up. Warm hands reached under his jacket. Both the piece of clothing and his shoulder holster were stripped from him and tossed to the side. In return, Chris allowed him to remove his coat. Bulks of muscles moved under the fabric beneath his fingers as he trailed from the dark hair down the shoulders and to the broad chest. Some coy part of his mind still tried to wave red flags, to give the soldier a chance to rethink the situation and push him away. Maybe if he wasn't the one breaking this up, he could go back to pitying himself.

"Aah... Chris, please stop, this is escalating too quickly", the blond moaned.

"Is it?"

The soldier held his nape in a tight grip, his lips brushed against Ethan's ear as he whispered. "I've seen the way you look at me. Did you think I wouldn't notice? I'm only doing what you asked me to do."

"I never...! You completely misunderstand..."

"Don't mock me", the soldier responded in a low growl. "And don't try to chicken out now."

Ethan shuddered as the others' dark voice seemed to resonate within him. Yeah, well, he wanted that, so what? The tiny voice in his had could just shut up for a few minutes. Resigning to his desire he decided to just roll with it. His hand was shaking too hard to undo the button of his jeans, so he was glad when steadier fingers flicked it open and pulled down the zipper. He stopped the attempts of his other hand to get under Chris' shirt and just leaned into the touch. Little sparks of pleasure ran up his spine. The waistband was pushed down enough to finally free his erection, leaving him panting from the gentle touch. Ethan clung to the older man's back, his whole body shaking, and rested his forehead on the side of Chris' neck. He felt like he was going crazy from the smell, the nibbling on his ear and...

"Aaaahnf...!"

He barely stifle the scream as a hand closed around his cock and stroked down the shaft. Nails dug deep into the shirt and he was biting down on Chris' left trapezius muscle out of feral instinct.

"Ow, shi... So, you wanna play rough?", Chris cursed.

"Wha... Wait, no, I..."

Within seconds he had Ethan's wrists bound in a zip tie and the slender body turned prone. The younger man moaned loudly as his erection was pressed between the floor and his own abdomen. Reason seemed to abandon him. With both hands he grabbed the other's hips and pulled him up, so he was on elbows and knees. His fingernails scratched over delicate skin as he pulled the waistbands down and freed Ethan's backside. Chris' own pants felt also too tight...

A wave of embarrassment washed over Ethan when he was forced into this position. He did not mind being on the receiving end, but this felt... savage. And he did not like to admit how much this aroused him. Not that he actually enjoyed pain, the past few years had just made him tolerate a lot more. In some dreams he had fantasized what it would be like to surrender to someone else and to be taken care of. Being manhandled by the stronger man was a forbidden thrill and his mind was already nearly blank when he heard another zipper slide open.

"Sorry, Ethan, this..."

"Who's playing shy now? Just do it. I've hurt worse", the blond hissed.

Chris just had enough restraint to spit in his hand and spread the saliva on his own hard-on before positioning himself behind the younger man. He directed it between the cheeks, steadying his movement by holding Ethan's waist. A scream escaped his partner, a mixture of ecstasy and agony. The soldier was panting and fought both the urge to thrust in quickly and the low bubbling rage. Everyone had left him or betrayed him. He had too many die on him. And now he had one person he cared about literally in his hands. Part of Chris wanted to make the other hurt, make him hate, push him far enough to break all bonds so they could stay enemies... He snapped back to reality. Ethan was slowly pressing back against him, taking him in deeper. The younger had lowered his torso and closed his eyes. His shirt had slid down enough to expose almost all of his back. This was consensual. It had been Ethan who had made the first move, he defended himself in his mind. Things had been strange in the past, he could very well remember the coy looks Ethan had given him every now and then. Killing Mia had taken a toll on their relationship - to say the least - but had been necessary before she could hurt her husband and child.

A husky voice interrupted that train of thought.

"It's, ah... It's okay now. I think you can move."

Neither of them paid attention to the radio that still transmitted everything faithfully. Carefully at first, Chris picked up a slow and steady rhythm. Every thrust seemed to coax a louder moan out of Ethan and open him up a little more to the full length. Every touch on the sensitive skin sent goose bumps over the younger man's back. He wanted to give him more of those. With the next thrust he leaned in, running his tongue over the wet skin between the shoulder blades. The blond squirmed beneath him.

These reactions were just delicious. He'd half expected that much, given Ethan's state after just a kiss. This man was just a bit too defenseless and obvious. They should maybe have a talk about relying too much on regenerative abilities later. Even his body accepted him without hesitation or resistance.

More. A pinch on the nipple made Ethan bite down on his own arm, his face was flushed and the eyes looking back at the captain were clouded with pleasure.

More. Ragged breathing matched the accelerating rhythm. Every thrust brought him deep into the warmth, every time he withdrew, he could feel Ethan's anticipation.

More. Again, he ran the fingers of his right hand along the underside of the other man's cock. Reaching the sensitive tip, he returned back down, then clutched it and started stroking in the same pace in which he was moving his own pelvis.

"Fuck...", Chris groaned. The other man still seemed too sensitive there, muscles immediately tightening around him as soon as he touched the twitching member. He let go again and readjusted the angle of his thrusts. That only made it worse. Somewhere inside he seemed to push into another sensitive spot and those spasms were too much to endure for long.

It felt like the first time in an eternity that Ethan Winters could actually enjoy being not in control. With his hands tied and his legs' movement limited by his own clothes, there was not much he could have done anyway. Since the time he went to rescue Mia, he had met a lot of people and monsters who could easily toss or drag him around like a doll. But those hands on him were human and this felt safe, like trusting an old friend. He let go of his fraying thoughts and a white void swallowed his senses.

As the slender body beneath bucked and soft flesh convulsed around him, Chris couldn't hold back anymore. Grasping the hips so hard his knuckles turned white, he pushed in down to the base, loins twitching with the release. Riding the last waves, he wrapped his arms around Ethan who was shaking heavily and held him.

Only the arm around his waist kept him from toppling over in exhaustion. A last shudder ran across his back as the soldier slowly pulled out. At the edge of his mind, he was aware that Chris closed up his fly and pulled Ethan's clothes back in place as far as possible. There was a momentary feeling of weightlessness as he was lifted up. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was sitting between Chris' legs, his back against the others chest. Warm breath tickled his nape. With a flick of a blade the zip tie was cut and his hands were rubbed gently.

"That was... unexpected", Ethan concluded.

"And who's fault was that...", Chris muttered.

"Could you be a bit gentler next time?"

"Next time...?"

Chris' thought was interrupted as he glanced up and found the door open. Two of his men stood in the entryway and another could be heard walking up the stairs, talking to someone.

"We found them up here, sir."

A familiar face looked into the room.

"Oh, for the love of god, Redfield. You gotta be kidding me."

"Oh, it's just you", Chris grumbled.

"Order all to gather at 400. Target has been disarmed and secured. And tell Spooks that if he doesn't know the difference between killing and fucking, I hope to God he isn't married!", Leon commanded the soldiers. "Mr. Winters will join us for the debriefing, get him to the car."

The ride was awkwardly silent. Ethan was sat in an armored vehicle with one of the soldiers as a guard. The man in the opposite seat averted his gaze noticeably.

"So... You've seen, uhm, us the whole... time...?", Ethan tentatively asked.

"Ahem, well, heard via the radio, sir. Hard to overhear. Spooks lost line of sight and was swearing up and down that you and the boss were trying to rip each other's throat out. Not that we could have done anything if that was the case... but even over his shrieking... I was the one who busted open the door. Sorry..."

Ethan clapped his hands over his face.

"Fuck..." he groaned in embarrassment and frustration.

"If it's any consolation, our men would never make fun of you for that", the soldier said, staring into the darkness outside.

"Huh?"

"They're afraid of you, Sir. When you were still living in the safe house, we just assumed you were some programmer who had pissed off the wrong people. But in the past weeks, they have seen you shrug off lethal injuries, kill B.O.W.s without using neurotoxins, go through literal explosions, and stand your ground in a fucking fistfight with the boss after all of that shit. I don't know what drugs or virus you're on, but that is monster level badass shit... Sir."

"How flattering", Ethan muttered. "Just fucking fantastic."