"Alright I'm going to bed." I announced as I sat up from the comfortable position I'd been in laying on Wesker's lap. It was late and though the couch was comfortable and I enjoyed laying on Wesker, it was even more comfortable in my own bed. I stretched my arms, noticing when the blond stood and made his way to his room only to come back with tonight's letter.
"I'm going to stay up in my room tonight." he stated as I took the pages he offered me and looked them over. I admit I was a bit disappointed, I liked having him in bed with me but I understood he was most likely getting restless since he didn't sleep every night like I did.
"Okay." I nodded and tried to keep a pout off my face, no need to give him something to tease me over. Then he turned and headed into his room, shutting the door behind him. I know we weren't a real couple or anything and whatever was between us was new and still very much unknown… but I was expecting a good night kiss, I wanted one. I saw no reason he shouldn't have given me one, he usually did. Good morning kisses, random kisses throughout the day, good night kisses. He was pretty wrapped up in that book though, maybe he was just too lost in thought over it or something and didn't really think about it. I did pout now as I went into my own room and shut the door behind me. So he didn't kiss me before we went to our own rooms, big deal, it didn't mean anything. I was being childish for thinking about this so much.
I sat at my desk as I read through 'Death' and… I almost couldn't stomach finishing it. Wesker had been taking my advice and been working on telling a better story rather than just retelling events- there was actual feeling here. Fear and pain. I remembered that horrible night all too clearly. I was so angry over the evidence we found linking Wesker to every foul thing connected to Umbrella but I couldn't accept any of it. I had idolized Wesker for as long as I had known him and I was so taken with him that I didn't want it to be true. I was desperate for him to tell me anything else was the truth even if it was a lie. But then he pulled his gun on me… Wesker never was much for lying, he preferred clever half truths and misdirections. He once told me that to tell outright lies is to ensnare yourself in a web, too many lies made for too many confusing false realities to keep in check. It was best to mix in the truth to make the lie harder to detect. And the truth does hurt. He planned for all of us to die… he killed some of us in cold blood- I was right there when he shot Enrico! I was so hurt and pissed off but it wasn't until he made me witness him shooting Rebecca, the girl I had worked so hard to protect all night, that hatred began to set in.
Everything he did, everything he was… not quite a lie, but a deception. He played me- he played all of us for fools and we were blissfully unaware. I wasn't going to be a fool again… but even then I can't say I didn't hope that somehow things could be different. It was the proud way he spoke of Tyrant that made me realize that Wesker… the man I believed I loved… was too far gone for me to reach. He had given himself to these monsters, believed them to be beautiful and worthy of praise when I only saw disgusting abominations. I couldn't save someone like that… I mourned for him before he was even dead.
I stared down at the paper sitting on my desk as I recounted all these things I hadn't wanted to. I guess… after all this time I never thought that Wesker was afraid of dying because I didn't know he had time to think about it. It was only the other day I found out he had planned his death and therefore did have time to think about what exactly dying would be like. Even after he told me I hadn't thought much about it, I had other things on my mind once we got further into that conversation. But it made sense… everyone was afraid to die in some way or another, even someone like Wesker. I wasn't sure if it was just wishful thinking but I got the impression that he was glad I was there with him as he died. I liked thinking that I somehow brought him some comfort in death, even if it was just a temporary one.
Looking toward my closed bedroom door, I wished I could see Wesker through it. I replayed the way he acted as we parted for the night… maybe he wasn't caught up in his book, maybe he just didn't want to be around when I read this letter. It was by far the most personal one he'd written to me. It must have been hard for him to put these difficult feelings into words, harder yet to put them to paper, and even more so to actually hand over to me. If there was any sort of proof I needed to show the progression of trust between us, it was this letter.
I left my room, determined as I crumpled the letter before dropping it into the metal trash can I picked up. I turned on the stove's fan as I placed the bin under the vent, grabbing my lighter to set part of the paper on fire. I watched the small flame grow to eat more of the pages. I watched the delicate words of my now lover get devoured by the cleansing fire, wishing to burn away the fear they carried. I was happy to be trusted with the knowledge those words bestowed upon me but I didn't like them existing. No one else would ever know my captain had any sort of vulnerability even if he had just been a man at the time. This was for me alone and now that I knew, this letter needed to cease existing so that no one else ever could. His thoughts and his feelings would exist only in me where I internally promised both to him and to myself that they would be safe.
I stayed and watched until the fire burnt itself out with nothing left to devour and the only thing that remained of the letter was the bit of ash that joined the growing pile. I eyed the closed door that led to Wesker's room as I waited for the smoke to fade away before turning off the vent's fan. Moving the metal trash can back to its place on my way, I went into Wesker's room but hesitated in the doorway. I watched his back as he wrote something in his notebook without at all acknowledging me. Did he even want to talk about it? Did he want me to make it clear that I understood what he was giving me? Or was me just knowing enough? Was it fine to leave all this unsaid? My arms were around him, my hands laying across his chest and my face in his shoulder. I wouldn't say anything but I wanted to show him that I got his message. He trusted me.
His writing paused and after a long moment, his left hand lifted to grab onto one of mine so I squeezed it to tell him I wasn't going anywhere. Then he continued what he was doing and otherwise ignored me but I didn't take offense, this was just all the comfort he was able to accept from me. I was just happy to be able to provide any at all and that he allowed it.
… … …
Too much pain… horrifying inhumane experiments, so many lost lives, needless bloodshed… what was the point of it all? What was gained with all this awful death? Why were there so many corrupt people that believed this was the best option? If there had to be death, if only it could be them dying rather than all the innocent people whose lives they destroyed. That would solve things, wouldn't it? It wasn't the best case where no one had to die but it was better that they wouldn't be able to hurt others anymore.
Waking up in Wesker's bed with the man's hand gently holding mine even through the vice grip I returned was nice but only made me more sad. Him sitting on the edge of the bed watching over me while I dreamed of death and misery was comforting but his very existence only reminded me that too often the bad guys got away. Whether they managed to go into hiding or there were legal complications… too many of them never faced justice for the terrible things they played a part in making happen.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked softly as his thumb rubbed soothingly across my skin. It was too hot, the fearful beating of my heart and the sweat on my skin made me uncomfortable, but I was still too groggy to want to do anything about it. Nightmares always left me feeling like I hadn't slept at all and kept my mood sullen. I shook my head and rolled over to face the wall though I intentionally made room for the blond to lay with me if he wanted to, which apparently he did. He shifted himself to press into my back just so we would both fit on the small bed, needing me to lift my head so he could get his arm under it while the other wrapped around my stomach. He scooted himself a little higher up the mattress than me so his body was better shielding mine and his head could rest comfortably on top of mine. I moved one of my arms to lay over his across my stomach and he intertwined our fingers. Even for being so new to this, it was like we knew exactly how we fit together.
Despite the evil things I knew Wesker to have done, even the evil things he'd done directly to me… I felt much safer here tucked into him than I ever had before in my life. I was so used to being a shield for everyone else- Claire, my friends, my teammates, my country, the world… everyone. I had to be strong for everyone else, it's who I was and that reflected in the way I kept my body to fill that role. It's a role I readily chose for myself but… it was so nice right now to be the one shielded and protected. If this is how I was able to make others feel, I was glad, but I had never known I was missing this for myself… and even with only these few moments of having it, I never wanted to be without this feeling again.
We lay together in that comfortable silence for a long time as I settled down from my nightmare. It wasn't anything extreme or unusual, every soldier had some from time to time and we learned to deal with them though I must say that I enjoyed this method much better than anything else I did. But even this safety didn't stop the invasive thoughts that I'd been trying to push away for so long now.
"I know you're probably the wrong person to ask but do you think there'll ever be a day that soldiers like me won't be needed anymore?" I questioned, keeping my focus on the smooth skin of Wesker's arm under my head.
"No." he answered simply and I sighed, already knowing that truth. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, or even wanting him to say but he was right, as always. "There will always be conflict, humans are too selfish and prideful for there to be any form of real peace." the blond explained.
"What about bioterrorism?"
"Viruses and BOWs are only weapons in the human arsenal, they're here to stay just as guns have been since their creation. Or do you expect people to stop using those as well?" he asked with a touch of twisted amusement in his tone that I ignored. I didn't like that he was right about that too. While I disagreed with the comparison, I understood it and knew there were plenty out there that thought guns were just terrible killing machines. I'm sure that's how Wesker viewed my opinion regarding the viruses and BOWs he made, where I saw monsters he saw evolution. "Are you still refusing to consider leaving the BSAA?" silence was my answer. I wanted to stop, I wanted to live a peaceful life but… what else would I do? I didn't know anything but war. I can't say that the BSAA wasn't without corrupt individuals and bullshit red tape that sometimes stopped us from doing the right thing but at least the organization as a whole was still morally sound. But… I also couldn't say I hadn't thought a lot more about it after what happened while I was worried for Claire's life. I was told I had a choice in this but when I decided I was done, even if it was just in the moment, I wasn't allowed to leave. No one even bothered to call me to try to reason with me or even to make excuses. They just left me in my panic.
"Even if I left the BSAA, I'd wind up working for another anti bioterrorist group. This fight is all I know, I wouldn't know what else to do with myself if I wasn't fighting." I told him and he leaned over me a little to be able to look me in the face even if I didn't turn my gaze to him, still pretending to be more interested in his fingers than our conversation.
"You aren't fighting now." Wesker pointed out and I noticed how his fingers subtly tightened around mine. "How have you felt about that while being 'stuck here with me'?" his choice of words deliberately repeated mine from the time I tried to get out which told me he was thinking about the way I was neglected as well. It was almost nice to know that he was upset about that on my behalf even though we both understood why I was now being forced to follow through with this. But it made me wonder if I really did have a choice to begin with. If I had tried to deny Wesker's demands, would they have forced me down here anyway? I'd like to think not but that was the problem, I couldn't be sure. That really watered the seeds of doubt that had already been planted in my mind and I could feel them growing.
"It's been… nice, I guess, I don't know." I huffed, upset with myself for struggling to find the words to describe how I felt about being here- upset that I didn't really even understand my own feelings. I really enjoyed growing closer to Wesker like this but that was separate from why I was here. I still considered myself to be on a mission, it was that thought that kept me from going stir crazy. If I took that away and tried to think of this as some kind of a break… I wasn't sure how I felt anymore. "On one hand, I'm not constantly worrying when I'll get the call to deploy out into the next life threatening situation." I started, now clutching onto Wesker's arm as if it was a lifeline as I thought over all the horrors I'd seen that haunted both my sleeping and waking hours. "On the other hand, I'm stuck in this idle state and I feel like nothing I do has any meaning." I turned my head into his arm as if by pressing myself into him as much as possible I could escape the dreaded feeling of uselessness. As much as I wanted to stop fighting, I had to fight to feel like something was actually being done about all the filth and danger the bad guys brought into the world to hurt innocent people. I couldn't stop, if I did I would never have peace.
"It sounds like you need the fight as much as it needs you." Wesker stated calmly as his hand slid out from under mine to move from my stomach to rub my chest. I hadn't even noticed I'd started to breathe heavier until he was soothing me back to ease. "But that doesn't mean you can't change how you fight." those words… took a long time to sink in and for the first time since we'd been laying like this, I turned my head up to look at his deep orange eyes as he stared down at me with a saddened but serious expression. I couldn't understand what he was talking about but something in his eyes spoke of some hidden meaning that I wasn't comprehending and something else told me that I didn't want to know. He opened his mouth again to continue speaking but I quickly pressed my hand to his lips to stop him. I was barely accepting that I wanted out of all this, I didn't need any sort of suggestions from Albert Wesker of all people about how to make that happen. I wasn't ready.
I watched his expression shift from one of seriousness to one of near pity and I wonder what kind of fearful expression I must have had for him to look at me like that. My hand slowly fell away from his mouth only to be hesitantly replaced with my lips. My body moved on its own to roll into him so I was laying on my back which put the blond in a position more over me than before so I had to hold myself up to keep contact. Once I laid flat and tried to pull him down to me, I was surprised that he resisted.
"Are you using this as a distraction?" he questioned and I tried to offer a smile.
"Would that be wrong? I'd want to kiss you anyway so it's more of a topic change." I answered so he looked me over a moment longer before obligingly leaning down to kiss me again to show that he accepted that we were dropping the previous conversation and starting this wordless one. It didn't take long for heat to mix into our innocent and tender kisses, tongues rolling over each other and hands beginning to wander. One of Wesker's hands slipped under the blanket to caress my inner thigh so I moved my legs apart slightly to give him more access which he used to gently prod at where he knew to lay bruises.
"How are you feeling?" he asked without moving his face away from me so I felt his lips forming the words against mine. His massaging fingertips still sparked soreness in the tender flesh but there was an underlying soothing feel about it too. My back didn't hurt and my insides didn't feel as messed up and raw anymore either.
"Why are you so worried about those bruises but not any of the others?" I finally came out and asked after I'd been curious about it since the blond's initial reaction to seeing them.
"I intended to create the others, these ones were accidental and I don't enjoy the reminder that I lost control of myself." Wesker explained and I laughed softly with a shake of my head, my nose brushing against his with the motion.
"Well I enjoyed it." I informed him with a coy grin. "It means the sex was just that good."
"It truly was." I inhaled the satisfied sound that escaped from his lips which just served to turn me on. "You haven't answered my question."
"A little sore but a lot better than yesterday." I told him honestly and hoped that maybe we could have sex today, much softer this time though. The idea sent shivers through my body and suddenly I was feeling really needy for the man I used to idolize. I cupped his cheek with my hand and kissed him more aggressively which I knew he'd take as a challenge and return the passion with eager enthusiasm.
"If you're still-" he started as he tried to pull away from our makeout but I silenced him with my lips again. I knew he was probably trying to issue the same warning from yesterday but I didn't want to hear it. Yeah even though I was feeling better now I doubted I'd still be feeling fine if we tried again and it would only make me feel even worse if we forced it. And yeah I knew he would take forever and a half to finish and I was completely inexperienced sucking a man's dick but I was sure I could keep up. Though honestly I just didn't really care anymore even if I couldn't, I wanted to taste Wesker and today I was going to get what I wanted. He seemed to get the hint because he stopped trying to talk and just kissed me, his nails carefully raking over the skin on my torso to leave angry red lines that made my body tremble. At least I thought he was done trying to get away from me. "Do you-" I forced him back to me again, his lips on mine only briefly before his hands tightly grasped mine and slammed them down onto the mattress at either side of my head. One of my wrists twisted in the process and I cringed but Wesker didn't seem to care as he pinned me down. The look in his reddening eyes had me obediently waiting for more, not wanting him to care about a little pain he put me through. "Let me speak." he commanded and I shivered at his low threatening tone.
"Yes, my god." I answered, knowing full well the effect it would have on him. I was rewarded with his eyes flashing as they narrowed in lust, his mouth falling open just enough to let a low moan out to express his desire for me. I used to think him having a god complex was a scary thing but as long as I was the only one he was a god over and the only one allowed to worship him, it wasn't so bad. Wesker leaned down to claim my mouth before he bit my lower lip, slowly increasing the pressure until I flinched which seemed to be the cue for him to stop. His tongue ran over the abused skin as he moved his knees under him to kneel over me though he kept me pinned.
"I was going to ask if you wanted to take this to your room but now you don't get a say in it." he informed me seconds before he let go of my hands in order to get off of the bed. Just as I was starting to sit up to follow him, his hands moved under me and all too easily he lifted me up into his arms. Regrettably I freaked out about it, sharply inhaling as my arms quickly reached out to wrap around the blond's neck to stabilize myself against the unfamiliar feeling of being picked up. Wesker was laughing at me even as he started walking out of his room to mine with me still not on the ground.
"I have been described as a 'hulk of a man' so I'm not exactly used to being carried around." I defended myself even though the other hadn't directly said anything about my reaction- but he laughed. Seriously though, I was a big guy with dense muscle covering my body and he was carrying me like I weighed nothing! I mean I wasn't exactly surprised because I knew how strong he was and he'd lifted me off my feet a few times before but that was different- right now he was actually carrying me like his blushing bride! Though I guess he'd actually done this once before during my panic attack but I wasn't exactly conscious for that so it didn't count.
Once we were in my room with the door closed and the camera off, I got the feeling that Wesker was going to throw me onto my bed but thought better of it because of the bruising so he set me down instead. He leaned down to kiss me as I scooted farther onto the bed so he could bring his knees onto the mattress to follow me. Our lips would part here and there as we arranged ourselves and stripped off our shirts but we quickly found each other again. With the blond on his knees in front of me, I spread my legs so he could come between them which had him practically laying on top of me. My fingers trailed up his arms at my sides until they were wrapped around his neck to keep him pressed to me. His hand slipped under the pillow to grab the bottle of lube where it'd been left for easy access, I heard the cap pop open then closed a second later. His now slicked touch moved to the narrowing space between our bodies to pull my pants down just enough to be able to pull out my dick and a moment later I felt his erection rub against mine.
I thought I was used to this place by now but my mind was having trouble believing it was really morning because I hadn't woken up that long ago but it was pitch black in my room without the light on. But somehow, without being able to see the action, it made my other senses even more aware of every touch from the blond man above me. His tongue was at my throat as his slicked hand grabbed both of our sex organs and started pumping us together at an almost rhythmic pace. This wasn't what I had in mind but I wasn't about to complain so I laid back and enjoyed his wonderful treatment. He let more of his weight settle on my torso so his now freed hand could travel my exposed skin, his nails biting teasingly into me and his calloused fingers massaging known erogenous zones. I moaned at every heightened sensation, honestly getting a little mad that he was so good at this. Even if he did research or something, sex was an entirely different thing to actually experience. Seriously though, what wasn't he good at?
As he worked us, I spiraled with the pleasure of his touches. Had I ever done this before him? Just allowed myself to be swept away like this? In all of my previous relationships I'd always taken a leading role and cared more about making my partner feel good. Of course the sex was usually good for me too but had I really taken the time to just fully enjoy myself without thought for anything else? I knew Wesker was feeling good too so was I feeling it more than usual because I didn't have to worry about that? Was it because he was demanding the lead role and was being such a generous lover to me? Or was it just because I was doing this with Wesker- the one I've really always wanted to be with? But then… did that mean everything else was just settling? Was Wesker the reason none of my relationships worked out? But… Wesker wouldn't work out either. We didn't know what would happen once this month was over. If he stayed here I could come visit him and maybe we could work on having something like a real relationship. But if he… what if he tried to escape- what if he did escape?
With so much negativity on my mind, I was suddenly not feeling it as much as I just had been even though Wesker's pleasurable movements still stirred my insides. I removed my arms from around his neck to place on his shoulders, pushing lightly until he got it that I wanted him to move. The hand that had been teasing me moved to the mattress to support his weight as he held himself over me, his body coming away from mine just enough for me to touch his bare chest. My fingers settled over his heartbeat and I felt it for a time to quiet my mind. I didn't want to think about these doubts of mine again, I decided I would cross that bridge when or if it came. For now I just wanted to enjoy my time with Wesker. He seemed to sense that something was wrong because his other hand slowed before stopping. He didn't say anything and his eyes weren't glowing so I couldn't see what kind of expression he was looking at me with… could he even see me? I had no idea how good his night vision was, my eyes needed at least some light to be able to adjust to the darkness but it was entirely dark in here.
Wordlessly my hands slowly cupped his face, my thumbs rubbing gently across his cheekbones as I offered a soft smile just in case he could see it. I wanted to see him but I didn't want him to be away from me for a single second… not with these thoughts in mind. I pulled him down to kiss me, soft and slow. I needed the reassurance that he was still here with me, right now, in this moment. I needed to believe he wasn't going anywhere. I needed more of him to make him mine so that even if he wasn't always with me, I would at least have this. I slowly sat up, making him move too until he was sitting up on his knees between my legs. I grabbed one of his arms and pushed him to the side until he slowly followed my guidance to sit next to me, his back against the headboard. I took a second to quickly kick off my pants before swinging one of my legs over his so I was straddling him, our stiff cocks rubbing together again though neither of us reacted to it. Though we couldn't see each other, or at least I assumed he couldn't see me either, we were in a sort of trance in this gentle intimacy.
It was my turn to grab us though it was more to transfer as much of the lube onto Wesker as I could and to slick my own hand which I then used to prod at my ass. It felt fine though when I experimentally stuck a finger inside… it didn't hurt but it didn't really feel all that pleasant. I didn't care, I needed more of Wesker to prove he was mine- I was the only person he would willingly have sex with. I needed that, I needed him. So what if I was using this as a distraction against my own negative thoughts, sometimes it's fine to just fuck away the pain, right?
His hands circled around me to caress my back, his fingertips softly tracing the lines of muscles he followed and I sighed in contentment. It felt nice. I really really enjoyed our rough passionate sex and all the times he scratched me but this was enjoyable in a different way. I raised myself up a little, keeping hold of Wesker's erection to position at my entrance before slowly lowering myself onto it. I cringed as his dick spread me wider to make room to fit inside me, my inner walls flaring with an uncomfortable burning heat in objection to the intrusion. It was fine, I was healed enough for this. I figured he couldn't see me after all because he would probably stop me if he could see the pain on my face. I lowered a little more and heard the very attractive moan my lover gave to me as his fingers dug a little into my skin though he wasn't using his nails. That spurred me to get him fully inside me quicker, I wanted to hear more of his voice- I wanted him to lose the careful control he had on himself again because of the pleasure I gave him. I didn't mean to… but I inhaled sharply as I winced in pain when Wesker's cock twitched against my insides. His hands were under my ass in an instant to press upward, stopping me from impaling myself onto his dick any deeper.
"Don't do this if it hurts Chris." he told me with worry in his tone. I leaned forward to kiss him but he turned his head away so I couldn't shut him up again.
"I want to." I objected, quickly getting frustrated that I wasn't getting my way like I planned. "I like the pain anyway."
"That wasn't the sound of you liking the pain Chris, I've learned what that sounds like." he claimed which confirmed that he couldn't see in the dark either since he had only reacted to the pained sound I accidentally made rather than my pained expression. I groaned, getting more frustrated that he was right and not letting me do this anyway. I wanted to have sex, why couldn't I just be healed already? I couldn't be upset that he was so rough with me last time, I liked it too much to regret it even now. If only I had his regenerative ability we could go at it like that all the time.
"I want to make you feel so good you can't think again." I tried to lower myself further and though I got a little movement, the blond stopped me.
"Are you sure it's me you want to feel that way?" he asked and I sighed, knowing he'd already called me out for using this as a distraction earlier so he knew I was the one that didn't want to think.
"I want both of us to feel that way." I answered as I leaned forward again but just to press my forehead to his so he didn't turn away this time. He let a short silence pass between us as he thought about that but eventually he did force me up so he could take himself out of me even as I flinched.
"It'll feel better for me if you're truly enjoying it as well." he stated with… such a kind and loving tone that I wanted to melt into him. The closest I could get was to wrap my arms tightly around him, my body pressed to his, and my face buried into his neck. His hands rubbed my back but it didn't trigger a sexual response from me anymore, it was just comforting. We sat like that for a few minutes without doing anything else and I expected one or both of us to go soft but neither of us did. I was still thinking about what I wanted to do to Wesker as the senseless passion of our first time replayed in my mind, the unfairness of not being able to repeat it yet not doing anything to stifle my desire for him right now. I wasn't sure what he was thinking about but obviously he wasn't ready to call it quits yet either.
"You're still hard." I pointed out, my voice muffled in the blond's skin.
"As are you." he chuckled before kissing my collarbone. "Am I to take these facts to mean you're alright with continuing now?" I knew he was genuinely asking if I even wanted to though his tone was playful with the jab at me stating the obvious. I slowly nodded before finally pulling my face away from his shoulder only for him to press his lips to mine, gentle and reaffirming. Then his hand was wrapped around my dick, making me inhale sharply through my nose since there was no way I was going to break this kiss. Keeping one of my arms around his shoulders, I let the other drop between us to stroke his neglected erection.
We jerked each other off with the wet noises of our sliding hands, the soft press of our kisses, and the low moans we shared between breaths were the only sounds around us. We worked each other quicker, both getting frantic for more as free hands, tongues, and teeth touched and hurt wherever they could just for more sensation. We continued like that until the coil in my gut tightened too much and I bit into Wesker's lip as I came onto both of our stomachs and hands.
"Chris!" the blond grunted as he pulled his head away from me to get my teeth off of him, his hand quickly prying mine off of his shaft. I didn't mean to grip him so tightly, I wanted to hurt him pleasurably to spite his challenge that I was welcome to try but this wasn't intentional or wanted.
"S-sorry." I panted, still riding down the high of my climax. My head fell to Wesker's shoulder again though my whole body trembled as Wesker's fingers stroked again before releasing me. I felt his slick hand brush against my shoulder as he brought his hand up in the dark and wondered what he was doing. A second later I heard what he was doing when the wet sound of his tongue sliding across his fingers reached my ear. A shiver vibrated down my spine as I listened to him lick my semen from his hand. Now more than ever I wished one of us had bothered with turning on the light so I could see him doing it. I still looked at him though, trying to make out whatever features of the intimate act I could but it wasn't entirely needed. He opened his eyes to stare back at me, his eyes emanating a faint yellow orange glow though it wasn't enough to illuminate any of his face, just enough for me to clearly see his beautiful eyes in the darkness.
"I thought you would taste good." the way he said it was neither accusatory nor was it pleasant… so I couldn't tell if that thought was proven right or wrong. It made me a bit nervous.
"And?" I whispered hesitantly when he didn't continue and with the way I watched his visible eyes tilt with his head movement I could imagine the smirk he now wore, knowing the effect he had on me. Which could only mean he was messing with me again, purposefully stirring me up.
"I'm not disappointed." he finally said and I exhaled in relief. I don't know why it was important to me that Wesker liked the way I tasted but it was. I wanted him to enjoy all of me… plus it was hot and next time I would watch him do it. I kissed him, forcing my way into his mouth to taste the remnants of my own flavor on his tongue. I didn't like it but that's fine, I didn't have to, Wesker did- and does, that's all that mattered. While we continued to make out, I grabbed for the blond's penis again but he stopped me so I pulled away from his mouth to ask why but he spoke first, knowing that I was going to object. "Not after you held it that tightly." he told me though his tone only carried playfulness without any punishing malice.
"I…" I didn't know what to say to that. I know I squeezed his dick too hard as I finished but I didn't think it would have hurt him enough to make him not want me to touch him again. "Did it really hurt that bad?" I asked, guilt filling my words.
"As you've stated, you built yourself up to be able to hurt me and the penis is a rather sensitive organ. I've also told you I don't enjoy pain as you do." he answered so regardless of him holding my wrist I moved my hand farther down to touch his dick to find that it was limp now, resting against my thigh though I hadn't noticed since my awareness was still making its way back to me.
"Fuck…" I groaned and left him alone, rubbing my hand over my face as I berated myself for denying him release like he had given me. "I'm sorry Wesker." I told him sincerely and he wrapped his arms around my waist to trail his hands up and down my back once more.
"It was an accident." he forgave me with a soft kiss to my forehead, this one less hesitant than the last one he gave me and it made me smile even through my guilt. That was so cute. "I'm tired anyway Chris."
"You're tired?" I asked in surprise and he nodded. "You just slept two days ago, usually you wait three."
"I wasn't asleep for very long last time." he explained shortly, his hands still massaging my back muscles.
"What if you try to stay up so you can sleep with me tonight?" he chuckled, knowing that I just wanted to cuddle with him all night without him getting too bored.
"I believe I can manage that." I smiled as his lips trailed over my collarbone again. I leaned back a little, my hand trailing up his body to cup his cheek before I softly captured his lips.
"We're never doing this with the lights off again." I stated as a stern matter of fact and he laughed now, my own laughter joining his after a moment.
"I second that." I felt him nod since my palm was still resting on his face, my thumb gently rubbing circles into his smooth skin. It was good to know that he didn't like not being able to see me as much as I hated not seeing him during… well, anytime, really. I sighed as I climbed off of him, getting off my bed and walking over to the door to turn on the light. I blinked against the sudden visibility and looked back to see Wesker covering his eyes with a hand. I knew his mutated eyes didn't have any problem adjusting to the light anymore like his human eyes did but I knew that didn't mean he liked bright lights. I was sure part of the reason he still wore his sunglasses all the time was to spite the light as if to prove he didn't need it. But he did since he obviously couldn't see in the dark.
"We still need to finish that show Jill recommended." I reminded as I found and pulled my pants back on, very aware of the way the blond man's eyes followed my every motion. He had already tucked himself back into his pants and slid off my bed to go clean himself off in the bathroom so I joined him. He again brought up us taking a shower together but I just glanced at the small shower box with an incredulous look which I then turned on him. We wouldn't fit and he knew it. Was he just teasing me or did he actually want to try just for the excuse of being forced so close to me? I went to turn on my camera, getting used to it being on more lately since Wesker was spending more time in here with me so unless we were actively doing something sexual, I tried to remember to keep it on. I'm sure someone would let me know if it was off too much while he was in here too.
Wesker gave me an annoyed expression as I put my shirt on but didn't say anything, even silently putting on his own shirt when I handed it to him. He grabbed one of my pillows off my bed before we made our way out to the living room. I sat in my usual spot on the couch as I turned on the tv and was surprised when the pillow was dropped onto my lap so Wesker could put his head on it as he lay across the rest of the couch. I smiled down at him though he was already facing the television rather than me. I leaned down to kiss his temple before sitting back into the couch cushions and turning on the show we had started days ago, my fingers gently playing with short strands of blond hair.
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Once I became aware of my surroundings, my head was surprisingly clear. My body was stiff and it took me a moment to get my limbs to obey commands but I managed to use the machine behind me to slowly get my feet under me. Now standing, I blinked to rid my vision of the darkness at the edges but it didn't help so I raised an arm to take off my sunglasses. My vision was clearer than ever and the light around the laboratory didn't cause any irritation. It was incredible, already my senses were picking up on things they hadn't before my resurrection.
The facility's automated voice warned that the self destruct system had been activated. That was inconvenient, I hadn't been the one to start that. Of course Chris and the other survivors would have wanted to destroy all the 'monsters' they encountered here and between them was enough computer skill to be able to figure out how to activate the damn protocol. No matter, with my level of clearance I should be able to override the command or at least delay it a little while longer as I finish my business here. That's right… I dropped the eyewear, even stepping on them as I started over to the console I had been working at before I was interrupted. I didn't have time to enjoy my newfound life, I had something I needed to do.
My legs hesitated the first few steps as if I was just learning to walk again but that was all they needed to adjust before the stiffness went away and I felt lighter on my feet. I wanted to run, jump, punch something, and perform all sorts of tests of my new physical capabilities. But all that would have to wait, I still had a job to do. It was time to grab the data and get out. My fingers ran across the keyboard, trying to bring up the security system controls so I could figure out the state of the place, however an error screen appeared before me.
"Due to the emergency condition, all data has been backed up to the UMF-013." an unfamiliar electronic voice told me from the monitor's speaker. So all the digitally stored data was no longer here, that was of no concern to me, my transfer of the data was already initialized before my death so even if a bit towards the end was missing, I had more than I would need to secure my plans.
"Sergei was busy." I commented to myself as I began to log back into the system since it had timed me out, a useful security measure. It was a wise move on my coworker's part to remotely secure the data from this facility, knowing that it was intended to be destroyed. I had been ordered to retrieve samples and data, half of which needed to be collected in person so in the event that I managed to fail my tasks this would ensure they at least kept the data to be able to replicate elsewhere. I had planned to deprive Umbrella of this useful data after I took it for myself but it didn't matter that they would now get to keep their copy.
"Wesker, Albert." the voice called after I hit 'enter' on my login information which only promoted another error message. "I am afraid that as of twenty four hundred hours, I have taken it upon my authority to revoke your access privileges to the mainframe system." I was informed which startled me. I was kicked from the system? At midnight?! It was nearly dawn! The transfer wouldn't have been finalized within that time- everything I had complied would have been frozen with the suspension!
"Impossible! Who are you?" I growled harshly at the computer as I typed my question into the command bar, anger rising quickly in my body.
"I am Red Queen." the woman's choppy voice told me as I watched the Umbrella logo separate a triangle of each color from it, labeled 'White Queen' and 'Red Queen' respectively. "My primary objective is the management and protection of Umbrella assets." I quickly read ahead of her words as her three main objectives ran across the screen. I didn't read past the second nor did I listen to her continue to explain her function, I had all the information about her that I cared to know for now. The two queens seemed to be artificial intelligence implemented into Umbrella's system without me knowing. I knew Sergei was suspicious of me, that much was clear during our confrontation last night, but I didn't think he was suspicious enough to lock me out of the system. Especially not while I was tasked with retrieving the data, although perhaps that's why he had done it. After all, he was right about my intentions, I am betraying Umbrella. Unfortunately for me, this meant he was successful in thwarting my plan to steal the goods for myself. The hatred I felt was raw and unfiltered. With one quick motion I lashed out, driving my clenched fist into the monitor and it broke quite easily with no damage to my hand.
"You will regret this, my lady. That I promise." I swore with a hard glare to the broken display, catching the red glow in my own eyes through the reflection of a black section of the shattered monitor. I was no longer willing to listen even as the Red Queen continued to speak. Without my access I would be unable to stop the countdown and there were only minutes left until the entire facility would be reduced to rubble. I wouldn't even have time to collect any quick samples- I just needed to get out. Where I had planned to revive and take my time collecting the spoils of this incident without Umbrella or the remaining STARS members as a distraction, I was now out of time and being forced to leave empty handed. It was time to change the plan. I had to secure my escape then I would deal with them. I wouldn't forget Sergei's kindness- he would pay for this, I would track him down and kill him before claiming what I wanted. But I was a patient man with other priorities, his day would come.
As I was making for the door, I found the tyrant that killed me was dead yet no trace of Chris… and somehow, nor Rebecca were seen. A pity. I had such hopes for Tyrant though I had even more confidence in Chris's capability. I guess I would eventually get the opportunity to see him again after all. And what a treat that would be. What kind of new expression would he show me next? After he witnessed my rather gruesome death, how would he react to finding out I was alive? I was reborn like a phoenix emerging from the flame. I had risen beyond the human race and cheated death itself. Nothing would oppose me now but I sure hoped Chris would try.
"Chris… I hope you survive long enough for us to have our tear filled reunion." the thought drew a menacing laugh from me, my spirits lifted as I started to plan for the occasion. First thing's first though, I had to make my way from this mansion.
It was time to take the virus for a test drive.
So I actually intended to do more with this chapter but it was already long so I decided to just call it good and do what else I was planning in the next chapter rather than drag this one out longer. So they'll have their talk about all that in the next chapter- I know I said that last chapter and I'm sorry but it made sense for Chris to know Wesker wouldn't wanna talk about emotional stuff (namely him being afraid of something) and then I figured we'd just have them talk about it after rebirth so Wesker would have something to talk about that didn't involve what he was thinking as he died, he's spilled enough about that.
I am in full swing again with the Spring semester so apologies if I don't find a whole lot of writing time. I swear I will try to get around to working on my stories as much as I'm able because I love writing so you can bet I WILL find time for it. Also... I came up with another story. I won't go into all the detail of how it came about and such but I will say that I feel like I've been writing Wesker and Chris too... happy. For someone who loves these two in a hate relationship, I haven't really been showing it. Basically a song inspired a oneshot which then turned into a six part story that I'm really looking forward to.
Aaand guess what is also up! Imprisonment - 1 Willing Capture (part 1)! I won't go on length about it again but I am still too lazy to get around this site's stupid aversion to links so if you look DysfunctionalSerenty (I hate that it's missing the I but if I remember correctly it wouldn't fit) on DeviantArt, you'll find us and therefore the comic. We'd both love to hear what you guys think of it, well I would.