Of course I couldn't sleep, I knew I wasn't going to since my mind was still so active. I sighed to myself, contemplating if I wanted to get back up. I'd been laying in bed long enough my mattress had gone from comfortable to stiff but maybe that's just because I was restless with Wesker still on my mind. I was horny and wanted to masturbate but Wesker would get upset if I did. Why do that though when I could let Wesker take care of me like he offered? The things that man could do to me… I really wanted to be touched or at least to touch myself. I thought about dragging Wesker in here so we could at least do something if not actually have sex but it was really late, early technically, and maybe this was one of the nights he was actually sleeping. Maybe tomorrow.

Luckily my phone buzzed with a text from Jill asking if I was still awake so I replied to let her know I was. She texted me when her shift started and was going to fill me in on what happened with Irving but she got caught up doing something else for a while. I knew if I didn't answer she would still leave all the information there for me to read when I woke up but I needed the distraction.

Jill: Like I said you can't see the report until you're out of there but I can fill you in on the highlights
Chris: Did he give up anything actionable
Jill: Not directly but with some digging we might have something and we're keeping close tabs on him to see what he's up to
Chris: What about TerraSave
Jill: I'll get to that
Chris: I just want to know that real fast
Jill: He hasn't heard of anything planned against TerraSave and from what he said it seems like it's unlikely since they don't actually fight against attacks and their clean up can be as beneficial to our bad guys as it is to us
Chris: So what happened
Jill: There still hasn't been an official statement but it's looking like the construction company cut corners some faulty materials may have been used
Chris: So it really was just a coincidence
Jill: Something like that
Jill: They'll face some serious lawsuits and charges but it's not like that'll help those who died
Chris: Will their families get anything
Jill: Most likely but what depends on the settlement
Chris: That's something at least
Jill: Irving got a bit chatty about 'the project' but was smart enough not to say anything revealing so we still have no idea what it is
Jill: He did make several mentions to 'the boss bitch' or 'the bitch upstairs' but we didn't get her name or whatever company they might be using
Chris: Send me the rest but I'm putting my phone away
Jill: Are you going to sleep
Chris: Something like that

Without waiting for her response I silenced my phone and got out of bed. The distraction failed, I was barely following anything Jill was saying. The more I tried to focus on something that wasn't Wesker, the more I thought only about him. What was he doing right now? Was he asleep? Was he thinking about me? Was he… wanting me? Because I really wanted him. And why not take what I wanted? I'd already made up my mind and I knew he was more than eager… that didn't help me to stay in any sort of right mind. I wasn't tired right now and I didn't really care if he was. I was going to have him right now and there would be no more hesitation and no more interruptions.

I stood in his doorway, shirtless and peering in at him sitting up in bed as he went through another of the textbooks with a pen. He was openly staring at my bared torso and when his reddened eyes locked onto mine something in his body language shifted. He was just a little more alert but not in a negative way, I recognized it as excitement so he could probably tell that I was horny and wanted him. I smirked at him as he put his things down to free his hands. I knew he wanted me to come to him but I had other plans. Without saying anything I shook my head and summoned him to me with just my forefinger. He got up from the mattress and walked closer to me which got my heart pumping fast. There was always something so exciting and satisfying when something so dangerous did what you wanted. Like a lion obeying a human, the power they must feel.

He kissed me hard, his hands already at my hips to pull me into him. I returned his aggression as my fingers found the hem of his shirt and pulled up, forcing us apart just long enough for the blond man to lift his arms to get out of the fabric before his lips were on mine again. He took a step back and forced me to follow him a step before I pulled away. For a moment his eyes flashed red at me before he saw the look on my face hadn't changed so he could tell I wasn't backing out.

"My room." I breathed against his mouth and he growled in longing. His hands lowered to grab at my ass but I moved away from his touch otherwise we might not actually make it to my room. I continued to back up, my fingers trailing over his body as I got far enough to need to reach for him. He reached back so my fingers could travel the length of his arm before finally grasping his hand to pull him along, not that he wouldn't follow me on his own but I wanted to drag him with me. He didn't resist the motion and it was only a moment later we were in my room with Wesker kicking the door closed behind him, blocking out the light from the other room.

His lips and hands were on me in an instant, his fingers traveling down the skin of my back and his tongue at my throat. I continued to pull him back with me, stopping only when my legs hit the edge of my bed but the blond pushed me back to fall onto it. I quickly scooted up the bed to make room for him to join me and he wasted no time climbing on top of me. I loved the sight of him above me, his hands starting at my ankles and moving up to my knees to push them apart. My heart pounded aggressively against my ribs in excitement and I didn't fight him settling comfortably between my legs. I tried to sit up to kiss him but he pushed me back down into the mattress, a dark chuckle slipping from those desirable lips.

"Kiss me." I commanded angrily and he quickly lay over me to lock his lips over mine, his tongue invading my mouth as if he could take it over. I moaned into the kiss as his fingernails scratched lines down my stomach to the hem of my pants. I responded by rocking my hips up, catching some wonderful friction against his body. "You're eager." I chuckled as we parted and the look in his orange eyes was staggering. A pleasant mix of longing both lustful and content.

"How can I refuse you when you're being so enticing?" he asked with a smirk and I smiled at him. His fingers hooked into my pants but stopped there, his eyes seeking something in mine- hesitation probably. He found none. I reached between us to grab his hand and helped him pull my pants down. I felt kind of awkward and incredibly nervous doing it, I'd never imagined revealing myself like this to another man- not in this context anyway. But I wasn't hesitant, I knew I wanted this- I wanted Wesker. He sat back to pull the fabric of my pants and my boxers off my legs completely to leave me laying on my bed entirely naked. I watched his eyes rake over my exposed body and I was anxious but not embarrassed, I knew I had no reason to be. I would never say I was the best looking man out there, not by a long shot but I was confident in the fortress I built my body to be.

Wesker moved closer to me again from the short distance needed to get my pants off. I spread my legs wider for him to get even closer, my heart racing and my body tensing when I felt his cock brush against mine. I was lost in lust but I still had to give some effort to not thinking too much about where that cock was about to go. I wasn't freaking out about it but my mind was instinctively rebelling against the idea even as my body was yearning for it. I was entirely unfamiliar with being touched like this but my body was already reacting to Wesker as if we'd done this a hundred times before. The blond leaned over me to kiss my lips again, one hand on the pillow next to my head to support himself and the other moved between us. I felt him shift his pants farther down his hips and then his fingers curled around both of our erections, stroking them against each other which felt amazing. I moaned against the older man's lips before he pulled away to bite at my neck to force more sound from me. I arched into his touch even though it only pressed our bodies closer together and limited his movements. I heard him growl as he sat up so he could use his now freed hand to pin my hips to the bed. I hadn't noticed my hands had wandered up to grip at his biceps until I saw my fingernails digging into his skin.

His eyes shone through the darkness, vibrant orange pools staring at me with a passionate intensity. So they can glow orange. I shifted one hand to the back of his head as I half sat up while pulling him down to kiss him. As our tongues rolled over each other, my hands traveled the length of his torso to get to his pants. Without teasing, I pushed the waistband of his pants down and he shifted to help me get them off of his body until he was also entirely naked. His hand moved back to my hips to keep them pinned to the bed as his other hand wrapped around the both of us again to continue pumping. I grabbed his wrist as he sped up, tipping my head back into my pillow as panting moans spilled from my lips. The blond leaned down and sealed his mouth over my nipple, circling his tongue over it sensually. He switched to the other side but only momentarily as he rested his forehead against my chest and groaned in pleasure. I bit my lip to keep my voice down in order to better listen to him. The sounds he made were marvelous and gave me the last push I needed.

"Wesker… more." I'm pretty sure I managed to say. I rocked my hips up the best I could with his hand still pressing them down. His slicked cock rubbed over mine and his fingers worked over both of us to create friction so electric my brain fogged over. But I knew I still wanted more. "Wesker… Wesker." I breathed his name as my hands cupped his face to drag him up to kiss me. My tongue slid across his to lure it back into my mouth before I bit down on it hard enough to make him grunt pull away from me but I spoke before he could. "I'm gonna cum if you keep this up." my voice came out almost as a whine.

"I'd say that's rather the point." he grinned knowingly but I shook my head.

"Not if you're gonna fuck me." I teased, my voice sounding so bold and… honestly it held more sultry desire than I was aware I possessed. With how nervous I was over actually having sex with Wesker, I sure sounded confident. He froze. He actually froze, his hand ceasing all motion, and stared at me with a disbelieving look for a solid minute. I lifted myself onto my elbows and stared back, my gaze full of determination. I wanted this. "I'm serious." I told him and before I could process what was happening I was flat on my back again with his teeth at my neck. The hand that had pinned my hips before now grasped at them and the hand that had been jerking us off was gone. I would have grunted my disapproval but I felt his dick slide away from mine to be repositioned at my ass. My entire body tensed instantly.

"Chris." my name slipped from his mouth on his breath in my ear and while it was beyond sexy, my nerves were suddenly taut and his sensual breath only pulled them tighter.

"W-Wesker I-" I held my breath as the tip of his dick pressed against me but stopped just before it became painful.

"Are you prepared?" his voice was low but I could hear the impatience in his tone.

"Uh…" my mind faltered over the question, knowing he wasn't asking about my emotional readiness as we'd gotten past that already even if it was without words. I was a little slow on the uptake here but when it registered that he was asking if I was physically ready… that he was asking if I'd been doing it myself, I blushed and turned my head away. I thought back to my time in the shower with the dildo and how I didn't want him to know about it. Even now I knew he probably didn't, he was just trying to figure out if he needed to bother with preparing me himself or risk really hurting me which yes, would entirely end my willingness to do this. But still, it felt like he knew and was calling me out on it- maybe even questioning if I'd done a good enough job. In honesty, I probably hadn't.

"Chris." he warned as he grabbed my chin to force my head back to look at him. "Are you prepared?" he repeated, putting a slow and impatient emphasis on each word.

"Um… not… really." I finally answered, hoping not to get questioned further on it. The older man growled at me, his eyes momentarily flashing red in his annoyance. Knowing him, I'd gotten him to the point of barely containing himself just to basically tell him he had to wait again.

"You have lubrication, yes?" I nodded and was about to tell him where it was when I remembered what else was with it. Shit I really should have moved it out here before going to get him but I wasn't really thinking about the little things like that.

"It's… I'll go get it." I told him as I tried to sit up but he wouldn't let me move, his cock pressing against me harder now to threaten to go in dry and without first stretching me if I dared to move. I heeded the warning and laid still. "In the… bathroom, under the sink." I reluctantly forced out. One second he was above me and the next he was gone, his warmth stolen away from me. I quickly turned my head toward the bathroom only to have to shut them when the light was flicked on. I blinked several times until my eyes adjusted enough to see through the sudden light only to find Wesker's red gaze on me, annoyance replacing the lust in his eyes though I could still see his erection from where he knelt on the floor. I wanted to ask him what his problem was but knew what he'd found so I couldn't say anything. Then he held up the dildo for me to see and I covered my face with my arm as I groaned loudly in protest.

"You really believed this to be sufficient?" he asked with a certain degree of being absolutely appalled.

"I wasn't trying to match you." I objected for what felt like the dozenth time.

"What were you trying to do?"

"Get used to the feeling." he was quiet so I guess maybe he understood what I meant. There was a slight ruffle of plastic and then Wesker's body was climbing back over me, leaving the bathroom light on so we could properly see each other. He kissed up my torso as he was able to reach and at first I thought it was kind of sweet but then quickly learned it only served as a distraction. His cold and slicked fingers pressed to my asshole and one impatiently pushed into me. I grunted and tipped my head back, my eyes squeezing shut as I focused on keeping my breathing steady. It wasn't painful or even all that uncomfortable, I'd done enough to make a single finger okay but my nerves were keeping me tense. Without waiting, the blond pushed in a second and I cringed.

"Is it too much?" I shook my head which apparently meant it was fine to stick a third finger into me. I flinched and grabbed at his shoulders as if that would somehow stabilize me.

"Wesker-"

"Bear with it." he ordered as he pushed in deeper and I bit my lip to hold back a tense groan. It was uncomfortable as hell, bordering on pain though it wasn't hitting me too badly. He'd added a generous amount of lube so it was smooth but the pressure was still foreign and not entirely welcome. I reminded myself that it was my imagination that relaxed me and got me into the feeling last time so… wait. I didn't need to imagine anything- Wesker was sitting between my legs with his fingers inside of me. Part of Wesker… was inside me. A shiver ran through my body and I finally opened my eyes to stare up into the orange ones above me. Wesker was here. We were doing this. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves, relaxing my body as much as I was consciously able to. "Chris." he whispered before I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

"I'm okay." I nodded slightly as I spoke so he spread his fingers which did hurt but he went slow so it wasn't unbearable. I'd helped myself to get over the initial hesitations of this and taught myself to accept the previously unknown sense of something being inside of me so now it was just a matter of getting used to… something bigger. He twisted and spread his fingers to stretch my insides and I tried to find it pleasurable but it took time. I wanted to ask how the hell he knew what to do when he'd never done this before though he would probably write it off as common knowledge of anatomy. Already I begged to defer, I took sex ed as a kid and I still didn't know what I was doing when I had to do something like this the first time I had sex with a woman. "Hey." I accidentally objected when he slid his fingers out of my ass and he chuckled.

"You've relaxed enough." he stated factually as he repositioned himself closer to me. My breath caught in my throat but I nodded in agreement. I heard the cap on the lube pop open again and sat up to take it from him. He allowed this and watched me pour some into the palm of my hand, rolling the slippery substance over my fingers before reaching between our bodies to grab his dick. Though I'd touched it before, this was the first time I'd directly held it skin to skin and though I was still nervous, I enjoyed the way it excited me. My heart thumped harder in my chest and the air around me felt like it was heated with electric sparks. I knew one day I would want it in my mouth but not tonight- tonight we were both overeager for it to be truly inside me. Wesker hummed in approval as I stroked him to spread the lube, watching me with seductive half lidded eyes. His hand found my cheek and I stopped staring at the way my hand slipped smoothly over his penis long enough to spare him a glance. He leaned forward to kiss me, an action I instantly reciprocated. His other hand pushed against my chest to urge me backward so I laid back, the blond following me down to keep the kiss going. His tongue snaked around my mouth and I swear to god he was too good at this to really have no experience.

Without pulling away, I moaned heatedly into his mouth when I felt the tip of his dick press against my ass. It was warm and slick and-

"Fuck!" I exclaimed as my muscles suddenly tightened, my thighs constricted around Wesker's hips, and my hands grasped hard at his arms. He pushed the head in too suddenly and it hurt but he didn't stop though he was at least taking it slow now. "Wesker-"

"Bear with it." he ordered again and I growled at him as I tipped my head back as if not looking would make it easier. I was breathing heavily by the time he was fully sheathed inside. It hurt but it wasn't nearly as bad as taking a bullet or being stabbed- I mean the sensation was similar to being stabbed but the pain was different.

"Could've been nicer about it." I snarled and he chuckled as he looked down at me.

"I'm not often described as kind." I didn't respond to that, taking his point even if I could think of a number of examples of him being nice even without counting our time spent here. The evil shit he did still outweighed the good so I wasn't going to needlessly argue the point. Dealing with my own settling, it took me a minute to notice there had been a tremble in the blond's voice when he spoke. I watched the man above me in amazement at the odd blend of tension and relief in his expression. His eyes were closed, his head lowered, and his breath came out as a low sigh like he was trying to steady himself.

"Wesker?" I questioned hesitantly, squirming a bit against the uncomfortable fullness I felt. He opened his eyes to meet my gaze with a subtly yellow hue that I couldn't look away from. He lowered himself to kiss me, his tongue slowly rolled over mine without any of the near competitive heat we'd made out with before. It carried a different kind of heat, something more akin to passion though it was languid in nature. While we still kissed, he slowly pulled his hips back and though I tensed and groaned at the movement, I made no attempt to stop him. I would get used to it. As his lips parted mine he sighed again and his breath shook once more.

"It just… feels very good." he spoke low with his eyes closed to relish the pleasure he was experiencing. I smiled as a soft chuckle escaped me and though he now looked at me with accusing eyes he still seemed lost in sensation.

"That's… probably the cutest thing you've ever said." I told him and genuinely meant it. Even the way he'd spoken the words, slow and deliberate though not as refined as his usual speech, as if it was the best he could do. I never thought I would think of him as cute especially not while we were having sex but it reminded me that he was basically a virgin and this was his first time actually doing it with someone he wanted to. It made me happy in a way I couldn't understand. Without warning Wesker pressed into me again and I was able to bite down on the startled exclamation that wanted free from my throat. Though the action was meant to punish me, the blond shivered and moaned- a sound that spread heat throughout my body. Before I could say anything more his teeth were at my neck, not biting hard enough to trigger any negative reflexes but enough to put my body on alarm due to the pain which only served to make my senses more aware of what was happening. It heightened the experience and I pulled Wesker closer to me as I quietly moaned his name into his ear. It caused the desired reaction to get him moving and he gave another experimental thrust. He adjusted his position to give another that seemed to get a better reaction from me so he started moving into me almost rhythmically.

The weirdness of the situation and the still unfamiliar sensation was quickly fading, making way for the pleasure and raw desire I felt in every nerve. I didn't bother trying to hide my voice as I wasn't embarrassed and neither did he so I got to enjoy every grunt and moan that slipped from his mouth when it wasn't pressed to mine. I cupped the sides of his face to get him to look at me and we stared at each other as we moved and shared breath. We stayed like that for a while, just staring into each other's eyes until a larger wave of pleasure rolled over me and caused me to throw my head back into my pillow with a sudden shout of ecstasy. Wesker took advantage of my arched position for easy access to my nipples, he licked and sucked at one and my body trembled under him. I almost didn't want to but when I straightened and broke his contact with my chest, he licked his lips and watched me with lust narrowed orange eyes.

"Ready for more?" he questioned seductively and I shuttered in anticipation at the promise his tone carried.

"Fuck Wesker…" I uttered in helpless desire. "Yes- god yes!" I pleaded with him which caused his eyes to grow more intense as he sat up on his knees to reposition… me. He grabbed one of my legs to bring over his shoulder before hooking his arm under my other knee. With his fingers digging into my skin, he jerked me closer to his body which impaled his dick even deeper into me in one swift motion. I cried out both in pleasure and pain, my muscles tightening around him though judging by his reaction I'd say that was intended. He shivered and let out a low moan, closing his eyes again at the pleasurable feeling of me around him. Then he opened his eyes to watch me with a predatory expression, a devious smirk playing on his lips. He widened his stance on his knees and rocked his hips into me.

I shamelessly released the scream that burst from my throat as he took up a fast pace, his skin meeting mine with a wet slap at every hard thrust. My hips weren't even touching the mattress anymore and I was only partially aware of my nails gouging into the blond's knees since that was all I could currently reach of him. My mind was a swirling cacophony of sensation, overloaded with this new experience and the way this superhuman gave it to me. I'd tried to imagine how this man would use his heightened abilities to pleasure me before but even my imagination couldn't have comprehended how this would actually feel. He was moving so fast I couldn't tell one thrust from another and his body was connecting with mine so hard I was sure everything below the belt would be bruised come morning. He had to be right when he called me a masochist because I didn't want him to stop even though every deep spot his cock touched inside me brought pain with it too. My body was new to this- this brutality was too much. But fuck I didn't want it to stop.

"W-Wesker!" I called through the mindless haze. "Oh my god- Wesker!"

"Yes…" I heard him growl out, the sound low and demanding. Somehow he felt it when his cock twitched inside me in his own excitement and it exploded even more pleasure in me. I screamed again as I came, the eruption nearly causing me to go blind with how badly my head was spinning from the overload I was being given. But he didn't stop, still pushing into me just as violently and it kept me going even though I'd already finished. I was facing this pleasure with the pain it coexisted with and now it carried the tension of overstimulation. I couldn't take it. I devolved into a mess of incoherence, unable to even beg him to give me a minute of rest. I didn't even register he'd dropped my legs and pressed his body to mine until his mouth took mine over. There was no pattern or sense to his movements anymore, he just relentlessly hammered into me. "Chris." my name on his tongue was deliciously tense and pleading. The coil tightened again in my abdomen just from hearing him so desperate for more of me.

If asked how long we were at it, I couldn't tell. I lost all ability to think, so lost in feeling Wesker that nothing else mattered. Nothing but him. My god.

By the time I regained any sense of what was happening, I had come a second time and Wesker was nearly chanting my name above me before his teeth sank into my shoulder. His body convulsed and a feeling of heat sourched my insides that had me muttering and pleading for even more. He was still moving but slowly now, panting as he pulled his mouth from my skin. I felt like my entire body was covered with sweat and my hand slid across the blond's chest to feel the slick moisture that had built on his skin as well. It made me feel good to have stirred him up so much. He was winding down, slowly stopping his hips though he stayed inside me. He looked at me again, the glow of his yellow eyes drawing my attention from his smooth chest.

"I trust you enjoyed yourself?" he asked with a tired smile that I adored and returned even as I shook my head.

"I enjoyed… you." I spoke between heavy breaths, still trying to calm down enough to breathe correctly. His smile widened before he kissed me, slow and deep and intoxicating. My arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him to me because I couldn't bear to have him away. "My god." I added as he pulled out of the kiss only to moan in need at my words.

"You will get me started up again." he warned and though my body sparked with heat at the threat, my mind electrified with red flags and stand down orders. I was already so spent, there's no way I could go again so soon- not with how thoroughly he fucked me.

"N-no…" I stammered through the shiver that ran up my spine. "I don't think I'd survive." I told him and he laughed though I meant it. He kissed me again, a loving peck on my lips before he raised himself as much as I would allow and reached between us. Almost on instinct, as if I was about to lose something critically important to my own body, my legs locked on his hips to prevent him from moving. "Don't!" I exclaimed without meaning to. Wesker raised a challenging eyebrow at my actions.

"I thought you were satisfied." he stated before easily pulling away from my grip, his dick inching out of my body only to slide back in since he wasn't entirely soft yet. My entire frame shook from the overstimulation and I needed him to stop and let me rest- my mind and body were still fried and I wanted nothing more than sleep right now. But I wasn't done relishing finally having my old captain after wanting him since he was my captain.

"I-I am!" I told him hurriedly but I forced my legs to fall away from him as a way of undoing my previous actions. "So… so much." I added with an erotic sigh at the very fresh and very vivid memories of what we had just done. He hummed low and thoughtful at me before lowering over me once more, his lips trailing kisses across my collarbone.

"Yet you still want me inside of you." he pointed out and all I could do was nod, mentally fighting off the electricity his every touch sparked in me. I was done. I could not do any more right now… but later… later was another story. "Are you sure you don't want more?" he teased and I sharply inhaled at the feeling of his dick twitching against my inner walls. Fuck could he really go again already? He was a superhuman with greater endurance than anyone else, of course that would apply sexually too.

"Just stay a little longer." I pleaded, hoping he would understand that I was only human and needed a break especially after this being my first time like this… it was dawning on me just how painful my whole body would feel once I was fully down from this high. I groaned in objection and finally pried one hand away from Wesker to rub at my face.

"What is it?" he asked with a chuckle in his voice though he lay still on top of me, ceasing his teasing which was greatly appreciated.

"I'm gonna hurt." I complained and felt his chest vibrate over mine as he laughed again this time at my misery.

"I'll take care of you." he promised before moving to kiss me yet again though neither of us deepened it. When he moved away from me, it was to place a light kiss on my cheek and another on my neck where he then settled. His weight on top of me was comforting though I was sure he was still supporting himself over me so as not to labor my breathing. I was so comfortable and warm… and so incredibly happy. I still couldn't believe this was real. But Wesker's now even breath on my neck was hot and soothing, his penis still buried inside me reassured that this was indeed real. We had sex. I had sex with Albert Wesker. And it was amazing in all its brutal intensity.

I wasn't aware of my rapidly drifting consciousness until I felt the loss of the comfortable fullness Wesker had been providing me. I objected as my eyes opened to glare sleepily at the man above me though he only smiled at me as if he found my pouting to be endearing.

"It's been ten minutes, I would like to lay next to you now." he informed me and I sighed in resignation since he had already pulled out. He looked tired too so it wasn't fair for me to prevent him from sleeping especially since I was apparently already passing out. I nodded so he sat up, the air around us was still heated with our passion so I didn't feel cold but I missed the pressure of him on me. I waited to see which direction he was going to go and moved that leg for him to get around it easier but he didn't lay down yet, instead he grabbed for the blanket so I wiggled around with his pulling to get it out from under me. As he moved under the blanket and pulled it up over me as well, I straightened out to stretch my stiffening muscles even as they already began to object and ache. I groaned again thinking about how much worse it was probably going to get but ignored it for now in favor of turning onto my side to face Wesker now that he was laying down. I looked into content yellow-orange eyes since he was also on his side to face me and I smiled probably like a love struck teenager. He smiled warmly back at me as he held my hand in the small space between us. "Get some rest pet." I felt my smile widen even as my heavy eyes closed. I wasn't sure about that pet name at first but it was growing on me.

"Night capt'n." I slurred as sleep took me but not before I felt Wesker's hand tenderly touch my cheek.

… … …

I woke up sore and aching everywhere but I dared not utter a sound. Wesker was still asleep, his face just inches from mine and his fingers still intertwined with mine while his other hand hung over my waist. I was beginning to accept this more and more… how did he put it… our feelings were shared and we had sex. The pain in my ass, the guaranteed bruises on my thighs, and the suffering of my lower spine were proof of the latter and everything he's done lately was proof of the former. However I felt about this at the beginning of the month, I'm so glad he set this up. He told Claire he wanted to spend time alone with me to figure out why he didn't want me dead. He figured out it was because he cared about me more than he ever thought he could. He told me he wasn't expecting me to act so civilly and relaxed with him, he wasn't aware of my 'deep feelings' for him. I wonder… if he was told at the beginning of this month that this is where we would be now, would he believe it? I know I wouldn't, I was still in the process of believing it.

I wanted to move to stretch out my limbs and start working the ache out of my body… although Wesker said he would take care of me so maybe it would be fine to just stay in bed and let him do all the work. I stared at him, my eyes tracing the subtle lines of his face as he slept. His head rested on my pillow, his hair still messed up from how he usually liked to keep it, his chest steadily moved with each breath he took, and his skin was warm on mine. I used to think he was such a cold bastard that even his skin would carry the same icy chill as his frozen, or nonexistent, heart… I knew better now.

"You're staring." he said in a low tone but I wasn't surprised he'd woken up from my gaze on him, he was a light sleeper and being watched would probably equate to danger in his life.

"So?" I challenged and he opened his eyes to meet my gaze and stared back at me as his response. His eyes were the same orange I had grown familiar with during our stay together but after a few moments I got to watch the color lighten to more of a yellow-orange. I smiled because I'd put together that the color of his eyes was at least somewhat linked to how he was feeling, the lighter the color the better his mood. He was happy to wake up next to me. Maybe that was the real reason he still wore his sunglasses, so no one could tell how he was feeling. Although that's assuming he was even aware of the changes, if he wasn't then I wasn't about to tell him lest he try to hide it from me. This was mine.

"How are you feeling?" he finally asked, disturbing the peaceful moment the silence between us carried. I groaned and turned my face into my pillow. He chuckled low as he sat up. I wanted to stop him and tell him to just lay in bed with me all day but I wanted some pain medicine, water, and breakfast. All things he was probably mentally preparing already so I let him go. I watched him push the blanket from his body as he stood up, my gaze sliding around his body to take in as much as I could before he got dressed. Of course he noticed my staring and turned so his body was in my full view, offering himself to my eyes. So I hungrily raked over every inch I could see until I'd had my fill. Not that I would ever get tired of looking at him in all his naked glory but I was in pain, dehydrated, and hungry… maybe horny could have been added to that list but I was still hurting too much after earlier to seriously think of doing it again right now. But again, later was a different story. I nodded my approval of both him and his attempt to dress once my craving to see him was satisfied… for now. He chuckled at me and picked his pants up off of the floor to slip into them… I couldn't help but notice that he didn't put on his boxers… was he eager to take off his clothes again?

He left my bedroom, leaving the door open as he grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and the pill bottle that was still out on the coffee table from when I took some last night to help with my neck. He stood at my side of the bed as he handed everything over, watching me as I half sat up though I flinched at the movement. If this were a combat situation, I'd still be fully active as if nothing was wrong because it wasn't enough pain to keep me down. But in that situation I'd have the aid of adrenaline and fear keeping me going. Here I was safe and had someone to take care of me so it was fine to sit around and let everything settle on its own.

"I'm turning on the camera so they know you're alive." Wesker warned as I was taking the pills and I did a quick assessment of myself to be sure that was okay. I knew my neck, shoulders, and chest were all marked but those would be seen anyway since my shirts wouldn't be able to hide all of them. Much more of my body had other marks I was sure but all that and my nudity was hidden under the blanket so it was fine until I eventually needed to get out of bed. I watched the red recording light on the camera flick on then I lazily waved to it to show life. I wasn't sure what time it was now but it was the early hours of morning when I dragged Wesker into bed with me, I had no idea how long it took us to finish then fall asleep, and I was feeling pretty well rested. So it had to be at least midafternoon which meant Jill would have ended her shift, gone home, and was probably asleep by now. I was still gulping down water when Wesker lifted the blanket to look down at me. I nearly choked on my drink as I hurried to force the blanket back down.

"What- the hell?" I coughed my way through the words, trying to clear my airway of liquid.

"You were staring at me naked, I think it only fair I get to stare at you naked." he stated with a smug smirk. I glared at him over my heated face, my gaze flicking to the camera before returning to him. "Do you really believe I would allow anyone else to see you like this?" he challenged after catching my gaze. It was true the camera's angle wouldn't be able to see my body since it was on the wall near the door which was across the room and facing me directly so all it would see was a raised blanket. But still, whoever was watching would know he was staring at my naked body. Why did he turn on the camera if he wanted to do this first? Or was getting a rise out of me the point?

"Fine." I said as I released the blanket, deciding not to give him the reaction he wanted though I could still feel the blood in my checks. He lifted the blanket again and I watched his eyes slowly work their way lower down my body, admiring the work he'd done on it. I noticed the flash of vibrancy when his gaze reached my flaccid penis and I shivered in yearning. But I wanted to heal up a bit before throwing myself at him again. Something in his expression changed, confusion and worry clouding his sight before he turned to shut off the camera again. "What?" I questioned as I looked down at myself to see what had him alarmed but I didn't see anything. He flicked the blanket away from me to expose my body to the open air before he moved farther down the bed in order to get a better look at my nether regions. He sat next to my knees and pushed one aside to spread my legs so I widened them farther even if I was a little hesitant.

His fingers lightly traced over the sore skin from my inner thighs to the lowest part of my ass cheeks and I could tell from the sting of his touch that it was as bruised as I knew it would be. He probably didn't think he was being so rough with me again, lost in his own excitement and I suffered the consequences for it. His deep orange eyes looked regretful.

"Hey." I called to get his attention, forcing myself to sit up in order to cup his face in my hand. "I'm fine." I told him as I put on a flirty smile accompanied by a small shrug. "I'm a masochist, remember?" that got his smirk to return with a slight shake of his head. He kissed me and I opened my mouth to him, accepting his tongue as he pushed me back to lay over me. I inwardly cringed at the sudden movement but wouldn't let it show. Once the kiss ended, I smiled up at the blond man again. "Besides you said you were gonna take care of me." I reminded him and he rolled his eyes but sat up.

"And I will." he reaffirmed before he slid from the bed and surprisingly went into my bathroom. I watched him as he searched for a washcloth, running it under water then wringing it out, and then he returned to me. He got onto the bed to sit between my legs and I complied with spreading them so he could easily use the damp cloth to clean the mess he'd left of me. I was planning on taking a shower at some point today and cleaning myself but I wasn't going to argue this. I was getting a little anxious thinking about him possibly trying to start something, I wasn't ready but I'm not sure I'd want to say no. Though it only took Wesker's prodding as he… thoroughly cleaned me for me to decide that I would deny any advance, it hurt too much to even think about going again.

Luckily he kept his actions purely of the caring variety rather than moving into the sexual. Eventually he finished his task and moved off of the bed, grabbing the blanket to cover me back up so he could once again turn on the camera. But he stopped himself just short of pressing the button and looked at me seriously like he was trying to figure something out. Before I could ask him what was wrong, he turned to lean over the bed and… he kissed the top of my head. It was quick and then he was gone but it was tender and sweet and entirely for me- I knew he wouldn't do that while the cameras were on us. My face heated up a touch even as a wide smile spread on my lips at the almost romantic gesture but I didn't call him on it so that he would hopefully do it again some other time. He did press the camera button this time before leaving my room to go make my food.

… … …

I woke up again to Wesker calling my name, his fingers trailing comfortably over my torso. He was sitting at my side, his eyes taking in the bruised marks he'd left all over my skin. He didn't seem regretful of these ones so why was he worried over the bruises he'd left on my legs?

"Like what you see?" I asked through a yawn before Wesker leaned over me, capturing my lips as my palm touched his bare chest only to slide up and around his neck when I could reach. At least until his hand slipped under the blanket which he had already pushed down to my waist. I continued to return his kiss but used my free hand to grab his wrist before he could grab my dick.

"Very much so." his breath carried the words over my lips before he sat up but not far enough that my hand fell away from his neck. Though he didn't fight against my hold, he didn't retract his hand either. I spared the camera a quick glance to notice the red light was still on.

"You didn't even turn off the camera." I accused which made him smirk, his orange eyes narrowing playfully.

"So I can touch you if I turn it off?" he challenged me, his sultry eyes daring me to accept and I blushed because I wanted to say yes but I was still hurting too much all over to consider adding onto it. I pressed my lips into a tight line to refrain from saying anything and turned my head away. He chuckled but took his hand away from my groin. "I have your food." he stated as he reached to grab the plate he'd set down to wake me up. I think we both became aware of the familiarity of this situation at the same time because just as I was thinking about it, he smirked at me with a knowing look. "Is this a repeat situation?" I still refused to say anything but my silence was answer enough. "How did you manage to hurt yourself with that little thing?" he motioned toward the bathroom where my dildo was safely hidden away under the sink with everything else.

"It was my first time and I…" I groaned and rubbed at my eyes to rid them of sleep. "I got a little excited." I finished as I slowly sat up more so I could eat but Wesker didn't hand over my food.

"What got you so excited?" he pressed and I glowered at him.

"I wonder." I shot back, half teasing and half serious to get him to leave me alone about it. I hadn't wanted him to know about that but of course my luck had other plans. I reached for the plate the blond held but he moved it farther away with an expectant gaze. "You already know." I countered his look but it persisted so I rolled my eyes.

"I want you to say it." he instructed and settled to wait me out. I could be pretty stubborn most days but I knew he was more patient than I was stubborn and I was hungry.

"Maybe it was thoughts of the person I was doing it for." I sighed and we stared each other down some more, him wanting more than I was giving and me wanting to be done with the conversation. "...doing it to me." I added petulantly while trying to ignore the heat in my face. I knew he was at least satisfied with that from the smirk he wore. Why did he always get what he wanted? The bastard. "Can I eat now?" I demanded so he finally handed over my food.

"I can feed you again." he offered teasingly but I just rolled my eyes at him as I took the first bite. Wesker left me to eat while he cleaned up the kitchen so I scrolled through the messages Jill had left for me about what information they had gotten from Irving. Overall it wasn't much, the main focus had been any whispers of planned attacks of which he hadn't heard of anything serious coming. We did get a lead on an older though minor incident so some agents were pursuing that. Though… from what he was saying about 'the project' Wesker had told them to mention, it seemed like that might be something big on the table… great. Luckily Wesker was stuck in here so that would hopefully have to put a major dent in the plans. I wanted to be angrier at him than I was but whatever it was had to be in his phone so he was letting us put a stop to it. So I could be mad over him doing evil shit but it balanced out with him offering to have it ended. Unfortunately there wasn't much else he would reveal about 'the project' claiming it all to be strictly need to know and they didn't need to know if Wesker hadn't told them himself.

As Jill had already said, he made mention of a 'boss bitch' that seemed to be working as Wesker's partner in 'the project' although… I guess I kind of already knew that. He told me about a woman that had her eye on him and he wasn't stopping it because he said she served a purpose so he couldn't get rid of her yet. Someone putting unwanted moves on Wesker… what exactly did that look like for even him to be annoyed over it? Did I really want to know? I wasn't usually the jealous type but I felt the burning need to know all about what had happened between the two. Maybe it was best if I didn't ask though. It wasn't like it mattered anyway, I knew Wesker wasn't interested in her… but still, I felt like I needed something to be done about it. But what could I do? I didn't even know who she was… I knew she was bad, she was working with Wesker on whatever this project was… once I had her name and what company she worked for, I'd make sure I was with the team that went to apprehend her. Why? What did I expect to be able to do? I would figure it out later.

"Would you like help taking a shower?" Wesker asked as he entered my room to get my now empty plate so he could wash it. I hesitated to answer, I did want to clean myself- the sweat had long since dried on my body and I felt gross but I also really didn't want to get up yet, maybe in a few more hours.

"Um… maybe just a little longer before I get up." I said as I slid down my mattress to lay back down. He simply nodded and left with my plate in hand though he was walking back in a minute later with the cop novel we'd yet to finish. I smiled at him in appreciation as he crawled under the blanket with me, sitting up against my headboard. I pushed myself closer to him so I could lay my head onto his lap before he started reading.

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He didn't think I noticed. Did he believe me so unknowing of my surroundings that I wouldn't feel his persistent gaze on me? A few of us were in the showers after training, those of us that still had hours left in our shift and didn't want to wait until we were home to be clean. I was familiar with some of the faces in the shower area and others I wasn't though I didn't bother to really look around. I was there to quickly shower and get back to work.

I had already known I would find Chris in here as I heard him telling Joseph he was going to shower before catching up with him back in the office. I thought he should have at least been in the shower by now as I had to take an important call right after training so I was behind him getting here. But he was still standing around the lockers, only half undressed, chatting with an officer from another department that was dressing to leave. I wouldn't say anything about it for now but if he continued to dawdle I'd have to scold him. When he saw me enter, he rushed to wrap up his conversation to get back to what he was supposed to be doing.

It was as I was undressing at the lockers that I first felt a lingering gaze on me but I ignored it as it wasn't uncommon for men to steal peeks at each other in these situations. I was far from self conscious of my body and I didn't care if someone was actively trying to see my penis to make comparisons as some did in the locker room. I didn't care about any of that, I was just here for a quick shower. But the feeling of being watched remained, crossing the line from socially acceptable curiosity to something more. Now I was curious to know which of the men in the room was looking at me in such a way though I was sure I had a pretty good idea who the invasive gaze belonged to. If I was correct, perhaps he was just trying to get another look at my eyes since he'd seemed so entranced by them before but I knew better than that.

I waited until I was entirely nude when I knew he'd be sure to be looking to subtly turn to him and as I thought, his eyes were not on my face but much lower. Still taking his time, he was still wearing his pants though they were unfastened and he was fidgeting with the button as if pretending to be busy. In his idle staring at my exposed groin, it took my pointman three whole seconds to notice I had caught his gaze but oddly rather than quickly look away as I had expected he now stared into my equally exposed eyes. Although he turned a lovely shade of red, it wasn't until I cleared my throat that he finally swiftly turned his head away from me.

Of course as soon as I turned my back to him in order to walk naked into the shower area, I felt Chris's eyes on me once again to enjoy the show. It wasn't until I was in a shower stall with the curtain drawn that I didn't have to worry about him seeing me anymore. Did he really think I wouldn't notice when he so blatantly ogled me like that? I was made aware of his attraction to me more and more through his body language and his ever constant gawking. Admittedly it had taken me much longer to notice than if he were a woman simply because it was much less expected. But once the thought had emerged, it was easy to see. I wouldn't do anything about it, I didn't care for the taboo of being sexually attracted to someone of the same gender. Besides if he did 'play for the other team' it was understandable for him to find me attractive above all others so I couldn't fault Chris for wanting to take in what he could. I would find it flattering if I wasn't above such carnal desires, I found it all unnecessary regardless of gender.

When I washed myself and stepped out, most of the others in the room had left and Chris was still showering. I dried myself and began to dress, taking notice when the marksman stepped out of his stall though he had a towel securely wrapped around his waist. Seeing that I was looking at him, he very intentionally avoided looking anywhere near me even though he was using a locker only a few spaces from mine. I finished dressing as he began, sitting on the bench to put my boots on though I stopped after finishing tying the first. Chris had his underwear and pants on but was taking a moment to dry his short hair better than he had before. I watched as the muscles in his back shifted with the rapid movement of his arms, his shoulder blades moving in turn as his hands worked the towel over his head. Of course I'd noticed his excellent physique before, I had for all members of my team though some could use more work. Obviously I'd not seen much of Jill's bare body though I'd seen enough to know she was acceptably fit from the tube top and mini skirt I'd seen her in once when I happened to encounter her outside of work.

Perhaps he finally sensed my intent gaze because he stopped what he was doing to turn and look behind him. I refused to act as though I wasn't watching him and he couldn't complain with how often he stared at me especially while I was unclothed. I was the only one there and he met my eye as much as he could with my sunglasses already in place. But it didn't last. He forced himself forward once more, now holding tightly onto the door of his locker and I noticed I couldn't hear his breathing anymore. I smirked to myself and tied the laces of my other boot before leaving the room, catching my pointman's nervous exhale before the door closed behind me.


Hopefully the site doesn't take down the story over this but we got through the masturbation scene just fine so meh.

So sorry it's been so long since I've updated on this story guys! Can you ever forgive me? It's a long chapter (and a hot one) so hopefully that helps. Honestly it was the sex scene that I was stuck on for all these months, I haven't written smut in many years and even though I was able to get through Chris's masturbation scene and all the little teasing scenes just fine, for some reason this wanted to give me trouble. But I finally got through it and the rest just came through as normal. I wanted to get this finished and posted before my surgery on November 28th as a celebration for said event but I didn't get it done in time and even pressing the deadline didn't help so it didn't happen. For those of you that don't know, I'm a transman. And I just had top surgery! *annoying kazoo sounds* Can you believe they cut off thirteen pounds of breasts from me? Fucking hell. Talk about being glad to have that off my chest. I'm looking forward to being able to breathe easier and especially being able to be physically active again, I really miss running- and swimming, love swimming. The kids really do too so I'm looking forward to doing that soon since I'm through pretty much all my recovery now, I was told to just ease back into normal activity over the next three weeks. But yeah, that's what's been up with me, how have you guys been doing?

Back to the story: I really hope you enjoyed the chapter, I put a lot of work into it. Also, I've reached the point where all the plot important things I wanted to do have been reached and I don't actually have much planned until the last few chapters sooo... I'm taking requests. If there's anything you wanna see our boys get up to, let me know and as long as I feel it makes sense to the story and fits with the characters, I'll add the scene and credit you in the notes for the idea. Otherwise, I'll figure it out.

Now that things are returning to normal for me and I'm through whatever block I was having with this story, I'll see you soon in the next chapter!

PS guess who's going to see Resident Evil: Welcome to Raccoon City in like 13 hours?