Complicated
Chris woke up to the sound of someone knocking loudly on his door. Groggily he sat up, felt next to him, and found that the bed was empty. Where had Wesker gone? He thought as he pulled himself out of bed. That was what he said his name was, right? Albert Wesker.
He had no idea what to think. Apparently there was something between Billy and himself, but what he did with Wesker last night just felt so. right. He assumed that Billy and Wesker did not know about each other, so he would keep quite until he remembered more. While he had lain awake, one arm draped over Wesker's bare chest, his head listening to the sounds of his heart beat, he tried to remember anything of his past. Nothing was there. He could only draw a blank.
Pulling on the shirt he had worn yesterday and a pair of jeans that were in a ball at the foot of his bed, he left the bedroom. Slightly disappointed that Wesker was nowhere to be found in the kitchenette or in front of the television, he opened the door.
Claire stood before him. Recalling his image from the mirror, she was definitely related to him. "Hi, Chris." she said slowly, seeming very unsure of herself.
"Did Rebecca send you?"
"No, I just wanted to see you. Can I come in?"
Chris backed up so Claire could make her way inside. She went to the counter and sat at a stool.
"I don't remember anything." Chris said, taking a seat next to her. She was looking towards him, but he spied a piece of paper right behind her. It said "Out for a run" in pen, and he did not want her to see it. If she didn't know about Wesker, then she would not understand. Please, he prayed to himself, please don't see it.
"I know that you got in that accident, but I never knew that this would happen. I can't believe that this would happen, especially with everything going on. A lot is happening to everything we once knew, and we need everyone who does know to help us. You are so vital to us." Claire said sadly.
Sensing something, he prodded. "There is something you are not telling me, isn't there?"
Tears springing to her eyes, she said, "I had looked for you for so long and then I find you in Antarctica, and now you seem further away even though you are right before me. I went through that hell in Raccoon City, and then across Europe I went with Leon, only to find that you were still not there. I got captured, and taken to Rockfort Island, and you tried to find me there, but I was already gone. I just can't." she turned and her arm brushed the paper that had Wesker's note on it. Chris's eyes went wide and he grabbed his sister by the shoulders and pulled her back to face him.
"Claire, I may not remember anything, but I will. I promise you that I will sort this out, and I really need you for that. Maybe one day my memories will just flood back, but until then. you are my sister. I know that I can believe whatever you say."
In reality, Chris felt deeply paranoid. He did not know who to trust, whom not to trust, whom to love, who to help. Not entirely sure what to say, he felt that that would satisfy her, at least for now.
"Things are just so complicated right now," Claire said, letting a tear roll down her cheek. Chris brushed it away with one delicate swipe of his finger.
"That I know," he said, his voice being completely soft and caring. "Trust me on that one, I do know."
Claire leaned back and just stared into her brother's eyes for a moment. "Chris." she said.
"Yes?"
"Please. remember soon. We all need you."
He took his sister's hand in his and stared deep into her eyes. "Claire. I will remember everything, I promise you, but there isn't much more than that which I can say. I will try, but I can't promise any more than that."
"Thank you," Claire responded.
"And I am sure once I do remember everything, we will have a lot to talk about," Chris said, smiling. "But for now, I need to get myself ready for today."
"Oh, of course. I could wait here."
"No, I think Billy is coming to pick me up or something in a little bit," Chris lied, smiling again.
"Okay then, I will see you later." Claire seemed slightly uneasy, but she trusted him. She stood up and picked her backpack from off the floor. She made her way to the door, and Chris showed her the way out.
"Bye!" Chris shouted as the door closed behind her. He checked the clock on the wall. It was almost nine. Wesker would be back soon. He needed to shower, he felt like a big sweaty lump, and he needed to decide what to do about everything.
The hot spray felt great against his body. The steam rose off his body, and he felt better than he had since he woke up in that room.
The curtain was pulled back and Wesker stood, smiling wickedly at him. He slipped off his jacket and shirt, pulled down his pants, and stepped into the shower alongside Chris. Chris seemed to have no say, he could not seem to open his mouth to say that he wanted to be alone right then. As he thought about it, as Wesker's hands slid along his wet flesh, he realized that he did not say anything because he wanted Wesker there, he wanted someone to hold him, to feel him, to touch him.
Water turning cold, Wesker leaned over and turned the knob to full blast, and the intense heat scalded Chris's flesh. He pulled in a sharp gasp of pain, and Wesker Leaned him against the cool tile, his eyes gleaming behind the sunglasses. When their mouths closed on each other, Chris's knees almost gave out from under him. This passion, this intensity, Wesker had to put one arm around Chris just to keep him upright.
Chris's hands found their way to Wesker's naked butt. He cupped it, pinching it a little, and had his lip bit in return. Bit too hard, and blood spilled from the cut. The metallic taste of blood filled Chris's mouth, but he did not care. He wanted this feeling, he needed to feel this emotion.
They were interrupted by the phone ringing. Chris broke of and leaned his head against the tile. "Damn."
"Don't get it," Wesker said, kissing Chris on the neck.
"Oh, so tempting." Chris said, "But I really need to."
"What could be so important?" Wesker got on his knees, letting the water hit him full in the face, and kissed Chris right below his navel.
Eyes going wide, Chris responded, "My job. Let me go and I will meet you in the bed room in a couple minutes, okay?"
Smile fading, Wesker replied, "If you're not in there in two minutes I will drag you in there and then have some serious fun." He winked, rose, and got out of the shower, grabbing a towel and heading into the bedroom.
Serious fun sounded good to Chris, so he went, wrapping a towel around his waist, and picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Chris? It's Billy."
"Hi, what's going on?"
"Rebecca talked to Jill, there seems to be some major trouble going on outside of New York City. We need to meet to decide what to do," as he said this an edge of nervousness went into his voice. "Jill is bringing in Leon and Steve, we need to see them. I have to talk to you before they get in tonight, it is important that you know what is going on."
"Billy, I haven't remembered a damn thing. I don't think I can help."
"Chris, you have to come. This is your job. So I will be there to pick you up at one. Make sure you are well rested, we probably wont get much sleep tonight."
Well, that will be like last night, Chris thought. "Okay, I'll be ready for you."
A glance over his shoulder, he saw Wesker appear at the bedroom door. One eyebrow raised, and he started to make his way out into the room, completely naked save for his pair of sunglasses that never seemed to leave his face.
"Billy, I gotta go!" Chris hung up the phone just as Wesker wrapped both arms around him and began dragging him down the hall to the bedroom. Chris realized then that no matter how hard he struggled, he could not get out of Wesker's grip. Wesker had complete control over him while they were together, and Chris loved that thought. "It hasn't been two minutes yet!"
"It's been too long, boy," Chris felt oddly excited that this was happening, that he was Wesker's "boy". Was this how he had lived before?
Wesker threw Chris onto the bed, and himself on top, pinning his arms on the bed next to his head. "You're mine now."
Chris woke up to the sound of someone knocking loudly on his door. Groggily he sat up, felt next to him, and found that the bed was empty. Where had Wesker gone? He thought as he pulled himself out of bed. That was what he said his name was, right? Albert Wesker.
He had no idea what to think. Apparently there was something between Billy and himself, but what he did with Wesker last night just felt so. right. He assumed that Billy and Wesker did not know about each other, so he would keep quite until he remembered more. While he had lain awake, one arm draped over Wesker's bare chest, his head listening to the sounds of his heart beat, he tried to remember anything of his past. Nothing was there. He could only draw a blank.
Pulling on the shirt he had worn yesterday and a pair of jeans that were in a ball at the foot of his bed, he left the bedroom. Slightly disappointed that Wesker was nowhere to be found in the kitchenette or in front of the television, he opened the door.
Claire stood before him. Recalling his image from the mirror, she was definitely related to him. "Hi, Chris." she said slowly, seeming very unsure of herself.
"Did Rebecca send you?"
"No, I just wanted to see you. Can I come in?"
Chris backed up so Claire could make her way inside. She went to the counter and sat at a stool.
"I don't remember anything." Chris said, taking a seat next to her. She was looking towards him, but he spied a piece of paper right behind her. It said "Out for a run" in pen, and he did not want her to see it. If she didn't know about Wesker, then she would not understand. Please, he prayed to himself, please don't see it.
"I know that you got in that accident, but I never knew that this would happen. I can't believe that this would happen, especially with everything going on. A lot is happening to everything we once knew, and we need everyone who does know to help us. You are so vital to us." Claire said sadly.
Sensing something, he prodded. "There is something you are not telling me, isn't there?"
Tears springing to her eyes, she said, "I had looked for you for so long and then I find you in Antarctica, and now you seem further away even though you are right before me. I went through that hell in Raccoon City, and then across Europe I went with Leon, only to find that you were still not there. I got captured, and taken to Rockfort Island, and you tried to find me there, but I was already gone. I just can't." she turned and her arm brushed the paper that had Wesker's note on it. Chris's eyes went wide and he grabbed his sister by the shoulders and pulled her back to face him.
"Claire, I may not remember anything, but I will. I promise you that I will sort this out, and I really need you for that. Maybe one day my memories will just flood back, but until then. you are my sister. I know that I can believe whatever you say."
In reality, Chris felt deeply paranoid. He did not know who to trust, whom not to trust, whom to love, who to help. Not entirely sure what to say, he felt that that would satisfy her, at least for now.
"Things are just so complicated right now," Claire said, letting a tear roll down her cheek. Chris brushed it away with one delicate swipe of his finger.
"That I know," he said, his voice being completely soft and caring. "Trust me on that one, I do know."
Claire leaned back and just stared into her brother's eyes for a moment. "Chris." she said.
"Yes?"
"Please. remember soon. We all need you."
He took his sister's hand in his and stared deep into her eyes. "Claire. I will remember everything, I promise you, but there isn't much more than that which I can say. I will try, but I can't promise any more than that."
"Thank you," Claire responded.
"And I am sure once I do remember everything, we will have a lot to talk about," Chris said, smiling. "But for now, I need to get myself ready for today."
"Oh, of course. I could wait here."
"No, I think Billy is coming to pick me up or something in a little bit," Chris lied, smiling again.
"Okay then, I will see you later." Claire seemed slightly uneasy, but she trusted him. She stood up and picked her backpack from off the floor. She made her way to the door, and Chris showed her the way out.
"Bye!" Chris shouted as the door closed behind her. He checked the clock on the wall. It was almost nine. Wesker would be back soon. He needed to shower, he felt like a big sweaty lump, and he needed to decide what to do about everything.
The hot spray felt great against his body. The steam rose off his body, and he felt better than he had since he woke up in that room.
The curtain was pulled back and Wesker stood, smiling wickedly at him. He slipped off his jacket and shirt, pulled down his pants, and stepped into the shower alongside Chris. Chris seemed to have no say, he could not seem to open his mouth to say that he wanted to be alone right then. As he thought about it, as Wesker's hands slid along his wet flesh, he realized that he did not say anything because he wanted Wesker there, he wanted someone to hold him, to feel him, to touch him.
Water turning cold, Wesker leaned over and turned the knob to full blast, and the intense heat scalded Chris's flesh. He pulled in a sharp gasp of pain, and Wesker Leaned him against the cool tile, his eyes gleaming behind the sunglasses. When their mouths closed on each other, Chris's knees almost gave out from under him. This passion, this intensity, Wesker had to put one arm around Chris just to keep him upright.
Chris's hands found their way to Wesker's naked butt. He cupped it, pinching it a little, and had his lip bit in return. Bit too hard, and blood spilled from the cut. The metallic taste of blood filled Chris's mouth, but he did not care. He wanted this feeling, he needed to feel this emotion.
They were interrupted by the phone ringing. Chris broke of and leaned his head against the tile. "Damn."
"Don't get it," Wesker said, kissing Chris on the neck.
"Oh, so tempting." Chris said, "But I really need to."
"What could be so important?" Wesker got on his knees, letting the water hit him full in the face, and kissed Chris right below his navel.
Eyes going wide, Chris responded, "My job. Let me go and I will meet you in the bed room in a couple minutes, okay?"
Smile fading, Wesker replied, "If you're not in there in two minutes I will drag you in there and then have some serious fun." He winked, rose, and got out of the shower, grabbing a towel and heading into the bedroom.
Serious fun sounded good to Chris, so he went, wrapping a towel around his waist, and picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Chris? It's Billy."
"Hi, what's going on?"
"Rebecca talked to Jill, there seems to be some major trouble going on outside of New York City. We need to meet to decide what to do," as he said this an edge of nervousness went into his voice. "Jill is bringing in Leon and Steve, we need to see them. I have to talk to you before they get in tonight, it is important that you know what is going on."
"Billy, I haven't remembered a damn thing. I don't think I can help."
"Chris, you have to come. This is your job. So I will be there to pick you up at one. Make sure you are well rested, we probably wont get much sleep tonight."
Well, that will be like last night, Chris thought. "Okay, I'll be ready for you."
A glance over his shoulder, he saw Wesker appear at the bedroom door. One eyebrow raised, and he started to make his way out into the room, completely naked save for his pair of sunglasses that never seemed to leave his face.
"Billy, I gotta go!" Chris hung up the phone just as Wesker wrapped both arms around him and began dragging him down the hall to the bedroom. Chris realized then that no matter how hard he struggled, he could not get out of Wesker's grip. Wesker had complete control over him while they were together, and Chris loved that thought. "It hasn't been two minutes yet!"
"It's been too long, boy," Chris felt oddly excited that this was happening, that he was Wesker's "boy". Was this how he had lived before?
Wesker threw Chris onto the bed, and himself on top, pinning his arms on the bed next to his head. "You're mine now."