I stirred when the mattress under me shifted as a weight moved over me, there and then gone. I felt the blanket slip away from me and didn't mind, it was warm enough anyway with Wesker laying next to me. I half woke up when the air touched more exposed skin as my shirt was eased up my chest.
"Wha you doin?" I mumbled as I weakly swatted at the hand now sliding down my torso.
"I want to look at you." the blond's smooth voice ghosted past my ear and I sighed at the sensation of his breath on my skin. Tiredly I nodded, if he wanted to look at my body for something to do while he laid with me as I slept and he didn't, that was fine with me. So I started to settle back into sleep until his fingers were under the waistline of my pants and pushing them down.
"What are you doing?" I asked again, more alert than before as my hand now grabbed his wrist to stop him. I opened my eyes to look over at him sitting up next to me though a bit further down the bed so his body wasn't blocking the bathroom light from reaching me.
"I told you, I want to look at you." he smiled almost innocently and something already told me not to trust it. It wasn't that I minded being naked in front of him and if he weren't my lover, him wanting to stare at my naked body while I slept might be weird but he was so I didn't really mind that either. My eyes flicked to the camera for a moment to note that the red light wasn't on which meant he'd already turned it off, probably when he leaned over me a moment ago. He was probably bored just sitting here with me and I didn't want him to leave to look for something to do and I really didn't mind, it wasn't like we haven't seen each other and slept naked together already. I didn't see the harm in it. I sighed and let his wrist go, instead lifting my hips slightly so he could take my pants off then he reached up to help me out of my shirt too rather than just having it rolled up my chest. I laid back and settled into my pillow, enjoying the easy way his hand slid up my thigh before his fingers stretched over my stomach. It wasn't a sexual touch, it was an explorative caress, but still.
"Don't try to start anything, I'm still tired." I spoke through a yawn, wanting to roll onto my side but I stayed on my back so Wesker could have his view.
"I make no promises." he responded with a teasing voice and I chuckled before starting to slowly drift off again with one of the other man's hands slowly trailing soothing paths over my body.
I started to wake up again to a low hum and a sound I could only register as being wet. I didn't want to be awake yet and planned to tell Wesker to stop whatever he was doing when my sleep heavy brain processed the familiar sound of moaning and a slick hand sliding over skin. I've jerked off enough to know those sounds. Now mostly awake, I opened my eyes and was beholden to the sight of naked Wesker still sitting in the same spot he was before, though now the hand not resting on my thigh was stroking his own erection with a slow and methodical pace. Now fully awake and interested, I moved one of my arms under my head to prop it up a little for a better view.
"You have my attention." I told him, my voice a little hoarse after just waking up. He chuckled and I joined as he moved to sit against the headboard so I could turn onto my side and lay my head against his stomach. This was a much better view. He settled one arm over my shoulders, his fingers rubbing my arm as his other hand continued to rub his dick only several inches from my face. "How long have you been at this?" I asked as my hand slowly trailed from his knee up his thigh. Unlike when he was touching me earlier, this was a very sexual touch and he exhaled deeply at the sensation.
"A while." he stated absently as his eyes watched my fingers move from his thigh to his stomach then to his chest. I started to sit up next to him as my fingertips slid up his neck to his cheek where I applied a little pressure to turn his head to me so I could kiss him. The kiss was slow at first, my tongue barely touching his lips before he eagerly opened his mouth to me and though there was heat there wasn't the same urgency we had made out with during our sexual activities before. I loved the taste of the other's moan on my tongue as I heard his pace pick up a little more and when I pulled out of the kiss to look down at his masturbating, his head tipped back as he let out another. "Chris." my name was a low whisper from his lips and it turned me on so damn much. My own cock had already been hardening from this pleasant wake up but I didn't touch myself yet, taking enough pleasure with my focus on Wesker's actions.
Knowing the blond had a sensitive spot just behind his ear, I turned my head to lick the spot and breathe on the now moist area. He shuddered and groaned as he turned his face away from me though that only gave me more access. I repeated my actions but this time I simultaneously dug into his inner thigh with my nails. I felt his muscles tense and he leaned forward away from me slightly as a reflex. I chuckled as I noticed his hand was moving faster now. I moved down the bed to be a little in front of him on my knees with my hands on his thighs as I leaned over him to capture his lips again. Just as my nails started to press into his skin I felt his free hand wrap around my throat, applying pressure with just the tips of his fingers at the sides of my neck. I gasped in surprise just as his grip tightened and my hands instinctively went to his wrist as my head began to feel light and the edges of my vision started to darken. I wasn't afraid, the heightened awareness the deprivation sent through my body intensified the desire I already felt and my dick throbbed as it hardened to the point of pain. Wesker was chuckling low and alluring by the time he loosened his grip and I panted when I was allowed air again.
"It won't work Chris." he stated smugly, referring to my attempt to confuse his body with the mixture of pleasure and pain.
"You'll get used to it." I smirked back, sure with enough time I could get his body to accept the pain I was able to cause as a part of the pleasure.
"Promises, promises." he replied dangerously as he released his own shaft to reach for mine but I stopped him.
"I'm not done with you yet." I told him mischievously and he tilted his head curiously. I was sure of myself when I said it but as I made a show of seductively lowering my body down his… the nervousness was hitting me more. He spread his legs for me as I moved lower until I was lying on my stomach between them, one hand under me to keep me up and his dick in the other. I took my time admiring his penis, the way the light made the slick wetness of his own saliva on it stand out. I looked back into Wesker's eyes as I licked a slow line from the base to the tip, wanting a taste of it. I noticed the way his entire body shivered and the way his cock twitched against my lips. I was breathing a little harder now, excitement and nervousness rolling in my gut. I wanted this but I'd never done it before- never really even thought I would. It should be fine though, I doubted Wesker ever had a blowjob anyway so it would be a learning experience for both of us. Plus he'd already had quite a bit of stimulation so it shouldn't take hours to get him off. "Tell me when I do something you like or don't like, okay?" my voice relayed my anxiety and his hand gently touched my cheek.
"Why are you hesitating now?" he seemed more amused than agitated and I sighed, unintentionally getting him to shudder again as my warm breath caressed his wet cock. I grinned at the accident and rubbed my hand up and down his length to keep it wet.
"I've never done this before so don't judge my lack of skill." the statement only made him chuckle.
"You've never doubted your skills before."
"That's a load of shit and you know it." I retorted and he rolled his eyes. There were plenty of times I doubted myself over lots of things. Sure I've always been confident in my abilities especially as the years went on but even now I faced challenges I questioned my capability against.
"Fine, I've never doubted your skills." he corrected and my lips pressed into a hard line as I thought about that, my eyes moving back to the stiff erection I held as I idly stroked it. There were times I used to think Wesker questioned my competence, especially after a mission that went wrong and I thought it was my fault. But if he had any serious doubts about my skills or my capability to handle my position in STARS, surely he would've replaced me with someone he could trust in our dangerous job. And if he ever doubted my abilities in all the years I continued to get in his way then he was a fool and I knew Wesker was no fool.
"Alright, I'll give you that one." I nodded my agreement. "But those are skills I practiced a lot to be as good as I am." I admit I may have been stalling for time though his dick still looked so tasty… a thought I never imagined I would have ever had before coming in here with Wesker. I was surprised when his fingers moved over mine so I looked up at his demanding smirk and lustfully narrowed glowing orange eyes just as he pushed his tip to my closed lips.
"Get to practicing then." his sultry tone combined with his insanely erotic expression stirred my brain into mush and instantly allowed desire to win over my anxiety. As my lips parted, a needy whine escaped me just before I took the blond's cock into my mouth and sealed my lips around the head.
I still had no idea what I was doing, my scattered brain searched for what women have done to me that I liked. I moved my head further down his length, slowly and experimentally to see how far into my throat I could take him before either I couldn't breathe or I gagged from the uncomfortable intrusion. Even once I had to pull away from him entirely to suck in a sharp breath, I hadn't even gotten him halfway in. I was a little discouraged but told myself I couldn't expect to be great at this my first time and his taste had me wrapping my lips back around him hungrily. He tasted so fucking good- I wasn't sure how his dick could taste so different from the rest of his skin, though I also thought the rest of him tasted great too, but damn it did. I used my tongue as well, knowing I liked it when some women had swirled their tongues around me as they moved and I noticed Wesker tense and moan louder when I started so I continued doing it. I couldn't get very much of him since he had an impressive length and I was too new at this to be engulfing him with every bob of my head so I used my hand to follow under the motion of my mouth to rub the rest of him that I couldn't reach.
His hands touched my face, my neck, my shoulders- any part of me he could reach as he leaned his head back against the wall and watched me work him. He occasionally talked me through what parts he was enjoying and what he didn't much care for so I would adjust to make it as pleasurable for him as I could even if it was at my own discomfort. He didn't like it when I tightened my grip, he didn't like it when I slowed too much, and he didn't like it when my teeth lightly scraped him- it was an accident as I was learning how wide I needed to keep my mouth open. He liked it when I used my tongue, he liked it when I twisted my hand as I jerked him off, and he liked it when I pulled away for more air. Not because he knew I needed to breathe or anything but because I wouldn't stay idle in my short breaks. I'd look him in the eye as I licked up the underside of his entire length and swirled my tongue around his head before trying again to deep throat him. It was intense and he couldn't stay still when I did it, his fingers gripping harder at whatever part of me he was touching and his knees bending up as if to do something only to straighten again. I knew the reaction of just needing to move as if movement could somehow ease the strength of the sensation even though he didn't actually want it to stop. I'd done it myself before and I was thrilled I could make him feel that good. So I didn't do it too often that way he couldn't get used to it, keeping that intensity a surprise spike of pleasure.
I felt intoxicated with the sound of my name in his moans of pleasure. It kept me going even as my jaw started to get sore and I had to switch hands when my fingers felt stiff. I occasionally glanced up at him when I felt I needed a bit of motivation and the sight of his slightly parted lips as he panted, the bit of sweat on his neck, and the pink along the bridge of his nose was enough to set a newfound determination alight in my body. The sheer sexual enjoyment I got from the evidence of what I was doing to him vibrated my lips with a moan of my own which caused his abs to spasm with the pleasurable sensation of the hum around his cock.
I took a certain amount of enjoyment giving oral to a woman but it was more about knowing I was making her feel good and it wasn't a type of enjoyment that I got pleasure from. I used to think it was like that for everyone, oral was something you did for your partner even though you didn't really get anything out of it for yourself. But this … I was actually feeling physically good sucking Wesker off and having a lot of fun too- way more fun than I ever thought was possible. However, after so long I did start to wear down and my movements slowed. My jaw went from sore to painful from being open like this for a long period of time, the muscles in my neck weren't used to this constant motion and were now objecting, and even switching hands back and forth when one needed a break wasn't helping the tiredness in my arms. Wesker noticed and called my name in a more careful manner than the moans he'd been preaching my name with before so I looked up at him though I kept moving.
"It's alright if you need to stop." he said and I did consider it but honestly… I didn't want to. Yeah I was hurting and my body wanted to take his offer of rest but as I said, I was having fun and I wanted more of his taste- his full taste, I wanted his cum. I shook my head just enough to get my meaning across and stubbornly tried to deepthroat him again but had to stop short this time when I felt I might gag from the depth. When I pulled off of him this time to rush needed air into my lungs, the blond's hands cupped my cheeks and tilted my head up as he leaned down to press his lips to mine. His tongue was cool against mine and I melted into his non-demanding touch. One of his hands fell away from me and I heard the slick sounds of him rubbing himself again. I forced myself away from his distracting kiss and looked between us to see he was indeed using his hand to replace my mouth. "Thank you for that but I can finish myself while you rest." he said it without accusation or insult and I sighed because especially now that my jaw was getting a break, I almost didn't want to keep going anymore. Besides… watching Wesker touch himself was hot too.
"Fine." I breathed as I sat up though I remained between the older man's legs. I kept watching him as I stretched my arms, cracked my neck, and rubbed at the sides of my mouth and along my jaw.
"You too." he called with a slight nod downward at my body and I knew he wanted me to touch myself as well. I smirked and moved my legs over his so my feet rested at either of his sides, spreading my legs to make my entire body open right before his eyes. Even as I got more tired I hadn't lost any of my excitement over what we were doing so my erection stayed so it was on full display for Wesker's gaze and gaze he did- possessively. His light orange eyes shone as they greedily consumed me, fueling his hand's motion as he pleasured himself to the sight of my bare body basically on offer to him. I used one still tired arm to hold myself up behind me as I leaned back and used the other to teasingly trail from my neck downward, my fingers spread seductively over my own skin as they reached my abdomen. The blond growled when he didn't get what he wanted and my fingers didn't grip my cock, instead moving down one thigh. The next growl he let out was one more of yearning as my nails raked red lines back up to my hip. "Damn you." he huffed and I shuddered at the curse, even the rarity of him swearing was somehow exciting to me right now. So he got what he wanted.
My hand was warm and familiar around my shaft, stroking it the way I knew I liked. My imagination wasn't needed with the person of my most heated desires sitting in front of me with his own dick in hand. I masturbated to him as he masturbated to me. Even this was a first for me, whenever I had sex with someone that's what it was- sex, or at least we would be touching each other rather than ourselves. I'd never masturbated with another person and even this was fun with Wesker. I laughed at the thought and when he briefly gave me a questioning look, I leaned forward and pulled him into a kiss.
"Cum for me." I whispered against his mouth and he groaned in response before biting my lip. I whimpered at the pain his teeth gave me and relished his tongue soothing it away a moment later before plunging into my mouth. Just as I was starting to feel the tension building in my abdomen, Wesker retreated just far enough to speak.
"I want your mouth- I'm close." the desperate words sent the same thrill through me that I felt while sucking him off and I eagerly hurried to reposition myself onto my knees in front of the blond. I gave him my mouth with all the excitement I had the first time I started and the knowledge of how my lover liked it. My jaw hadn't rested enough not to ache at doing this again so soon but I didn't care. Wesker was close- he was going to cum and I wanted to make it happen. I wanted to taste him- I needed it! A forceful hand on my head pressing me down his length had me in panic mode as I choked from the sudden obtrusion too deep into my throat. I quickly batted at his arm to get his hand away from my head as I came up to cough and breathe.
"Don't do that!" I exclaimed even as he verbally objected to my absence. "You can't grab my head- you'll actually suffocate me!" I continued but it was clear he wasn't listening as he grabbed my shoulder instead and urged me back down.
"Fine- fuck, just- keep going!" he mindlessly agreed as he fidgeted in need. I knew he was on the cusp of release and I suddenly took away the source of pleasure. It was kind of an asshole thing to do but it was also an asshole thing to suddenly force his dick that far down my throat… maybe one day that would be okay… maybe even hot… but I was still new to this so it actually hurt in a not sexy way. Regardless, I moved to suck his dick again to finish him, having to work him back from the unintentional edging. It was easy for me to fall back into my desire for him, it was always easy for him to make me need him even when he wasn't trying. His fingers dug into my shoulders and his head tipped back as he moaned and called my name. His hips thrust upward enough to make me not go as far but due to his movement I was still taking more of him than I would be if he was still. I didn't really mind though as his cock twitched against the inner walls of my mouth and I tasted the change just before he came as if in warning. "Chris!" I got my second warning as I was already pulling back so just his head was still in my mouth that way the heated substance he spilled was onto my tongue rather than in my throat. It came heavier and faster than I was expecting- I swallowed the first shot without really tasting it but I couldn't get the second down before the third came and I couldn't hold it all in my mouth. I held Wesker's cock in my hand as I moved my head back to stop the spurt of more thick liquid from crowding my mouth as I finished ingesting what was already given to me. More of his cum touched my cheek and shoulder before dribbling over his head onto my fingers. I gulped in air for what felt like the first time in too long, feeling the remainder of Wesker's cum dripping from my lips and sliding down my chin though I quickly held a hand up to catch it. It was too strong, it overwhelmed more of my senses than just taste- I was full of Wesker… and I loved it.
We were both panting as I looked up at him in a satisfied daze at his blazing yellow eyes. I don't know why but I moved the hand coated in semen and smeared it across my chest, the heat was comforting and I rather liked the idea of being covered in Wesker's cum. I think he liked it too because he hummed an approving sound as he leaned back against the headboard and started to relax though his eyes never left me. But I wasn't finished and now I really wanted more attention. I used the same hand still covered with Wesker's fluid to stroke myself again, the new improvised lubrication making the action even sexier.
"Wesker." I moaned his name as I returned to pleasuring myself under his watchful gaze. I rose myself higher on my knees as I moved closer to him until I could lean my body onto his, my chest still heaving against his as his breathing steadied. I was half expecting him to want me to move since he couldn't see me like this but he remained still as if thinking something over. Before I could even think to ask why he was hesitating, I felt his hands gently touch my back before carefully sliding down to my ass. My next breath shook in anticipation as he repositioned his arms to approach me from the sides rather than the top that way his fingers could reach some of the bruising. I didn't flinch when he pressed, in fact I barely noticed the pressure- okay I noticed it a lot but not in a bad way. Before I didn't care where he was touching me but now I was desperate for him to touch me one place in particular.
"More." I demanded softly only for Wesker to stick his fore and middle fingers into my open mouth to shut me up. At least that was my first thought but the second that crossed my mind had my tongue dashing over every bit of his skin. Even with where I wanted those fingers to go, I was still disappointed to have them removed from my mouth. Whatever complaint I had died in my throat when his lathered fingers did tenderly touch my asshole instead. Excitement coursed through me but he wouldn't press in! I knew trying to rock back onto them wouldn't work before they were even inside me so I pressed myself closer to him in the hopes that he would understand that I was ready. But he just rested his chin on one of my shoulders and seemed to make himself comfortable as he waited. Suddenly my hand didn't feel like enough- I needed any part of him inside me now so why was he still stalling? "Please!"
"Please what?" his voice was dark and taunting and if I looked at him I knew he would be wearing that sadistic smirk I didn't like outside of a sexual context. I knew what he wanted and like the patient asshole manipulator he was, he knew how to make me give it to him. Next time I would make him wait- you know what? No- not this time! I could be patient and show some damn self control too!
"Damn it Wesker!" I growled at him before biting into the spot of his neck that happened to be under my mouth. He grunted at the pain but didn't move away or try to get me off of him as I bit harder. I didn't draw blood, not that I was trying to, but I was content with the crescent shaped indents in his reddened skin. I moved back just enough to face his orange glare with my own. "Give me… what I want." I managed to demand between pants. We glared each other down for a tense moment, the only sound between us was the slow slick noise of my hand moving idly along my cock but it really wasn't doing it for me anymore. I needed Wesker's fingers… if not more than that. Then the blond smirked dangerously.
"As you wish." he suddenly thrust both fingers into me at once and I cried out as I leaned completely into him again, both of my hands now holding tightly to his shoulders for stability. It hurt, not much but a bit, less from the damage caused the other day and more from the sudden intrusion my body still wasn't used to. But he was inside me and that fact alone still made it feel good. Though I wanted more later which meant we had to take it easy. He gave me what I wanted so now I would return the favor.
"Please, my god… no more damage." I murmured to him and he sighed as if the words were some kind of relieving salve on a burn. Then he nodded more to himself and slowly took his fingers out of me.
"You're right, I'm sorry."
"No," I shook my head. "keep going, just be nicer about it." I told him with a warning undertone I hadn't even intended that spoke of misfortunes to befall him if he actually did stop. He chuckled and slowly inserted a single finger back into me.
"As you wish." he repeated though his voice held some form of reverence now. He started slow and only sped up, added the other finger, and pressed deeper when I gave the indication that I was ready for it. Already having been so worked up, it didn't take long for me to return to the edge of release. The coil in my gut tightened until I felt like I might just fold into myself but Wesker's body was there to keep me from collapsing. Knowing how incredibly close I was now, his other hand wrapped around my dick and barely needed to do anything before I climaxed with a sharp yell. He didn't even complain as I bit into his neck again to stifle myself as my mind blanked over with white. His hands rubbed my back as I calmed down from my ecstasy and I slowly caught my breath for the first time all morning. I felt the heat of my cum on our stomachs, unable to reach our chests with how I closely pressed to the blond man I was not to allow anything to come between us. I just came and I felt tense and relaxed at the same time… satisfied and yet still wanting more. It was far too sticky as I eventually separated from Wesker and as I stared at the white on his stomach, I smiled as I rubbed my hand into it to smear up his bare chest. He gave me an enduring look as his eyes lightened again but weren't quite yellow. "Now we can both try to fit into your shower." I laughed at that and nodded to accept the challenge before kissing him. "We're having sex later." he stated as fact and I laughed again.
"Yeah, we are." I confirmed, already looking forward to it.
… … …
I stirred the new ingredients together, lightly scraping the sides of the bowl to fold the outer parts of the sauce into the center to get better combined as well. Everything mixed well and I soon called it done, slowing my hand before stopping and setting the bowl down… only to have my ex captain peer over my shoulder once again .
"It's not done, keep going." Wesker sighed at me and I groaned in complaint.
"It is done!" I exclaimed as I gestured into the bowl. That was the third time he corrected me! It wasn't like carbonara was all that difficult to make- it wasn't like I was doing stuff wrong, he just insisted on adding his touch of perfection! He corrected the way I cracked the eggs, he didn't really say I was doing that wrong since I know how to crack a fucking egg but he did insist on showing me a "quicker and more efficient way to do it". Then he didn't like how I beat the eggs- said it was too aggressive. Now this. Why wasn't I watching the pasta and cooking the bacon if he didn't like my methods for the sauce? "It's all mixed, why do I have to keep going?" I exclaimed as the blond removed the cooked bacon from the pan onto a waiting plate.
"Just because it's mixed doesn't mean it's ready. We're looking for a smooth consistency which it's currently not. So keep going." he instructed so on I went though I sighed over it. I wasn't the best cook around but I cooked well enough and I didn't think having it completely smooth really mattered. But Wesker was, hands down, the better chef between us so I would listen to him. By the time he finally gave his approval of it being done, he finished cutting up the bacon and dumped it all into my bowl to have me once a- fucking -gain mix the sauce. He moved on to checking the pasta and readying the strainer in the sink. Once I thought everything was mixed well enough I stopped and though he peered over, he didn't get on me to keep going again. I was pretty sure he could tell if he did I would've punched him for all his micromanaging. I watched him turn off the stove and carry the pan to the sink, spilling its contents into the waiting strainer. Steam rose up into his face though he held it slightly to the side to see around it. He passed the now empty pan to me so I put it back on the stove, away from the still heated burner to cool off.
"Hey Wesker?" I called to catch his attention and he hummed to acknowledge me. "What's your favorite memory with me?" I wasn't sure where the question came from, or I guess maybe I did. I'd been thinking of how things between us have progressed. My view on my own sexuality only started to shift after I met him though even as I masturbated to thoughts of him I never imagined not being in the dominant role since that was what I was used to. I didn't think about it which meant I never thought about whether or not I would be any good at it or like doing it. And I did- so much. If you told me back in STARS that I would enjoy sucking Wesker's dick and letting him fuck me, I would have been nervous and hesitant but maybe open to the idea after some thought. If you told me that a few months ago, I might have shot you for the sick joke. Thinking about how my thoughts of all this and us in general have changed over the many years we'd known each other, I thought of the memories we'd made together both good and bad. I picked out a few highlights and wanted to know what he would consider highlights in all our history as well. His eyes shifted to me for a moment then back to what he was doing as he gently shook the strainer to get more liquid out.
"You won't like the answer."
"So?" he chuckled at my casual response to what I knew now was not going to match any of my favorite memories with him. He carried the strainer to where I'd left the bowl holding the sauce and eased the pasta into it without making a mess. When he held the now empty strainer out for me, I took it from him and tossed it into the sink and didn't miss the irritated glance shot at me for the unnecessary noise.
"You took me very much by surprise during our encounter in Russia." I groaned, already knowing what he was talking about and very much disagreeing. My reaction only made his smirk widen as he started to stir everything together so the noodles were covered with the creamy off white mixture. I knew he wasn't talking about the actual mission at the Umbrella facility since we didn't really run into each other there but we had a run in not long before that in a small village where the T-virus had been leaked. Jill and I were investigating and looking for information on Umbrella, we didn't know Wesker was also there doing the same thing until after he tried to kill us. "I wasn't sure what I was hoping for when I locked you and Jill in that silo but I was very impressed with how you created that explosion to get out."
"We had a child with us!" I argued, knowing he had to have seen her when he saw us going in. He only shrugged and I knew he didn't care anymore about her now than he had way back when he took her hostage for her key to the safe he was trying to get into. Anna was the sole survivor of the village and she led us to the silo where all the other townsfolk had gathered but they had already turned which meant we were in a small area filled to the brim with the infected undead. We tried to get out because there were just too many of them but we then discovered the door had been mysteriously jammed from the other side. Me and Jill were both running out of ammo pretty quickly picking off zombies. It wasn't until I had the quick idea of spilling the flour, shoving all of us into a compact freezer, and chucking my handgun at the hanging lightbulb to create a spark to ignite the fine powder into an explosion that we escaped. Wesker had been there to congratulate and nearly praise me for what I had done to survive, seeming both disappointed and impressed.
"I enjoyed the reminder of how crafty you can be."
"Your favorite memory with me is one where you tried to kill me?" I folded my arms and glared at him though I wasn't actually angry since I already knew that's just how Wesker was. Still, it was pretty much asinine bullshit. He couldn't pick something happier? Even through all the bloodshed and betrayal that clouded our history even I could still remember the good times… though this man was a sadist so his idea of a "good time" was… yeah I guess him almost killing me would be a good time to him.
"I warned you that you wouldn't like it." he stated, still wearing a smirk though there was a sick fondness to it. I sighed and grabbed two plates to set within his reach so he could dish us both up some food which he did and passed the first plate to me and kept the second. "I was pleasantly surprised to see you, you know." he stated as he grabbed two forks from a drawer before we made our way to the table. "It had been a few years since we'd last encountered one another and I wasn't expecting you to be there."
"And your first thought was to lock me in a silo full of zombies?" we sat at our usual places, he passed me one of the forks, and we began eating.
"I saw an opportunity and I took it." he shrugged and I rolled my eyes at the very "him" answer.
"And then you used me to deal with the hunters even though I didn't have a weapon." the explosion caused a collapse to the underground lab and the hunters that were being developed there got out. Wesker of course used this to distract us to buy himself some time to look for what he was there for. Jill shot one of them that had swiped at me to buy me enough time to run to the hummer to grab the grenade launcher. I finished them off and we went after Wesker to Anna's house where he took her hostage for her key to her dad's safe.
"And just like in the silo, you found a way to survive." he pointed out. "Before that at Rockford and the Antarctic, you survived. Later in various dangerous missions as the BSAA was formed, you survived." I raised a questioning brow at him as I chewed what was in my mouth. "I've followed your career, both public information on the organization and some I had to put a little effort into gaining." my look of questioning turned to one of annoyance but I didn't press it since I knew he had his ways as evidenced by his newest cohorting company having spies in the BSAA. I tried not to think about that too much since I knew we'd be able to catch whoever else wasn't genuinely with the BSAA at the end of this month. "No matter what I did to you or what gets thrown at you by others, you never break. Truly between the two of us, sometimes I wonder if you're not the indestructible one." I leaned back in my seat and stared into his orange eyes as he took a bite of his food after talking.
"That's pretty heavy coming from you."
"Yes." he agreed with a nod. "You didn't think I would choose just anyone to be worthy of me, did you?" he smiled at me as his eyes lightened some more. "As far as I'm concerned you're the pinnacle of humanity." I didn't know what to say to that… he was just sitting there eating as if what he said was common knowledge, as if it didn't flip my perception of everything. I already knew he had more options than he could ever do with yet he chose me and while calling me "worthy of him" was arrogant, though it made sense given his heightened view of himself, it still made my heart flutter. Calling me the "pinnacle of humanity" was putting me on a pedestal I knew I didn't deserve and would never live up to but he was implying that I was the closest thing to reaching his level without putting me in a different category. He was saying I was above the rest without separating me from them. It was sweet in a way that was so unique to him that I didn't know what to do with it.
"I knew you were charismatic when you wanted to be but damn if you aren't a smooth talker too." I said, unashamed to admit he stirred me up. The blond just smirked, a combination of devious and seductive. I bit my lip and looked away from him as I shook my head, resisting the urge to abandon my food to kiss him since I knew that's what he wanted. I knew he'd only turn me away anyway, claiming the food would get cold or something, since he always took whatever chance to tease me he could. I tried not to think about the promise of sex later as I got back to my food and noticed the way the other's smirk fell slightly when I didn't make a move. Whether he was disappointed he wouldn't get to tease me or that he was missing out on a kiss right now, I didn't know, maybe both.
"What have you picked as your favorite then?" he asked before taking another bite.
"We're excluding everything in here, right?" I figured we were since almost everything that's happened between us during our time locked in here has been nothing short of amazing. The memories we were making now were likely to become favorites for both of us for a very long time to come. But that made it all too easy. He nodded in agreement to my unspoken thought so I contemplated it for a while as I continued eating. It definitely wasn't anything from after the betrayal because there was just too much hatred and sorrow involved. So something from our STARS days… but which memory would be my favorite… did I have to pick only one?
"Is it that hard to think of a good memory of me?" he asked after I hadn't spoken for some time though I quickly shook my head.
"No, I'm just trying to figure out which one I'd call my favorite." I informed to ease the slight tension he'd spoken with.
"It's fine if you have more than one." he told me as he relaxed again which told me it mattered to him that I had good memories with him. "To choose something more aligned with your idea of 'good', I also particularly enjoyed training in hand to hand situations with you." he stated and I rolled my eyes.
"That's just because you were usually kicking my ass." I commented but he shook his head.
"Well, that may have been part of it." he corrected. "But I found it…" his eyes slowly trailed up and down what he could see of my body. " fun to physically wrestle you down in a way I didn't find enjoyment in with the others." he smirked at me and since I was looking closely into his eyes now I could see the way they softly emanated a dull shine. I understood that at least, on the days I wasn't super focussed on the training or my mind would wander there was a certain "fun" to be had in the excuse to have so much physical contact with my captain while we were sweaty and panting for breath.
"There's no way you thought of it like that back then." I suddenly stated, my tone a little shaky through the accusation.
"To quote you from the other day, just because I didn't realize it doesn't mean it's not true." he countered and I puffed out a slow exhale as I tried to think of something to follow that up with. But he had me there, I'd already pieced together some of the hints from back then that he was interested in me so who's to say that he didn't have that kind of "enjoyment" from touching me even back then?
"Okay, fine." I relented and he nodded once in acceptance of his victory. "I see your hand to hand training and I raise you that whole thing we did while I was trying to get better at using handcuffs." I laughed already as I recalled the times during our early STARS days that I tried to handcuff Wesker as practice to get faster at using the tricky things. The blond's head tipped back for a moment as he thought about it before slowly nodding.
"That was too soon for me to have thought anything of it at the time but looking back on it…" vivid orange eyes narrowed seductively a fraction as the blond's grin became a little more predatory. "I think it could be entertaining to practice some more." I blushed at his suggestive tone as the memories now flooded through me with heat. He was right, it was too soon for either of us to have developed any feelings or actual interest in each other. But that didn't stop me from noticing how exceptionally good looking he was though that alone wasn't enough to do anything to me. After I became fully attracted to him I did think about those handcuffing practices and how they often led to a lot of physical touching to get the other cuffed… and I used to think about trying it again just to get him on me. It was always different from the usual training because that was more serious whereas the handcuffing thing was… something bordering on playful. One of the first times I tried to take him by surprise, my captain turned the tables on me to pin me face down on my own desk as he handcuffed my hands behind my back. His groin had been pressed closely against my ass as he used his body to keep mine bent over… it was a memory I'd gotten off to before and now it was stirring me up again under Wesker's lustful gaze.
"I… didn't bring any cuffs." I told him sheepishly and his eyebrows turned up as a disappointed look crossed his face. "They would've been more effective against me than you." Wesker seemed annoyed by that but nodded his agreement.
"That's a shame." it was my turn to nod as I lectured past me for talking myself out of bringing handcuffs. I'd been thinking of all the "what if" situations and I considered what would happen if Wesker turned on me and handcuffed me to something while he did whatever he was planning on doing. Even if I managed to handcuff him, he'd be able to easily break them but if he managed to steal them and handcuff me, I'd be stuck. So I didn't bring any. Looking back, it was a smart choice since I had no way of knowing that the two of us would ever reach the relationship we now have but still, I regretted not having handcuffs now.
"Alright, there was that time we were both staying late in the office-"
"Because you were too busy making a fool of yourself to do your work and I made you stay to finish, yes." the blond corrected my casual use as if I just happened to stay late. I glared at him but said nothing since he was right. If we weren't on an active case and it was time to head home, I was out the door with everyone else. That is, unless the captain was irritated that I hadn't gotten enough of my work done due to messing around so he'd make me stay later to keep working.
"And you sat at my desk to work with me and then fell asleep." I finished the thought and Wesker sighed disapprovingly. Of course my "good time" was more of a "bad time" for him too. "It was one of the first times I got to be reminded that you were human like the rest of us- and don't say that's a bad thing because it was a really sweet moment for me." the only reason I even noticed that he was asleep was because he stopped working. I looked over to him to see him leaning back in the chair he was using, his arms folded and his head tilted down as if he was just glaring down at the desk. I stared at him for a few moments waiting for him to react either to my staring or my lack of working but he didn't. It wasn't until I carefully waved a hand in front of his face that I realized he was asleep.
"Since I was only human at the time, I will not argue." he said that with irritation though. "If I'm recalling correctly, you finally woke me up when you were finished with your work and had draped your jacket over my shoulders." he once again turned his teasing tone to me to get the attention off of himself. Not this time.
"I couldn't help tucking you in since you were so cute fast asleep like that." I shot with a snicker and he scowled. Even before he fell asleep, I'd still say any time Wesker made me stay late and the few times he sat with me during those times were really nice memories. The office was almost peaceful when it was just the two of us after hours, sure it was because I kept my mouth shut not to piss the captain off further but he also seemed to ease up without having the whole team to watch. The silence wasn't as stressful as it could be when he was angry with me during our shift, it was almost nice between us. Our quiet moments were some of the best. "You know back then it was pretty rare for me to be okay just sitting in silence with someone." I told him after taking another bite of my food and he watched me curiously now, waiting for me to continue. "I don't really like the silence. I'm not sure when that happened but traumatic events have worsened it. It ties into me not liking being alone either."
"Is that why you reach for me when you're asleep?" he asked, more serious than playful but I chuckled anyway.
"I do that to other people too." I informed him since it was true. I didn't reach for him because it was him, I reached for him because he was there. "According to Claire, I've done it since we were kids." I shrugged and kept going, noticing how Wesker was giving me his full attention now even over finishing his meal. "Even just being home alone I had to have the tv on or something as background noise. With others I felt the need to talk even if there wasn't anything to say but with you… I don't know, there was something about silence with you that made it okay." I stopped, not really sure how to explain the feeling.
"You say all that with a past tense." the older man pointed out and I sighed.
"I still feel that way but I don't really act on it anymore. Silence leaves too much room for me to think about all the terrible things I've been through and remember people I've lost. When I was younger, I didn't want to think about those things." I shrugged. "I wanted to be happy."
"Are you saying you don't want to be happy now?" Wesker asked with a slightly teasing tone and I appreciated him trying to cheer me up a little but it didn't work.
"Now I don't think I can be." that got the slight smirk off his face and his eyes reddened with a sad confusion which made me almost regret saying it so I looked down at my plate. "Even when silence makes me uncomfortable, I let my mind wander to those dark places because I live there now. My entire life is about this fight and I'm never away from those dark places, it always seems like every day something new is being added to it. Now I just learn to manage it better." we were silent for a minute though it wasn't comfortable since my mind was circling back around to faces long dead.
"You said it's been nice to be away from it here." the other called to get my attention. "You said you were happy just the other day." he still seemed confused, like he didn't understand the way I've been feeling all this time and how important those words had been.
"That's why it meant so much. I am happy here with you." I smiled as I told him and as understanding crossed his face, he smiled too and I loved the way his eyes lightened almost all the way from red to yellow with that single statement. He made me happy in a world where I thought happiness was lost to me. Without more to add to that, he moved his hand onto the table and turned it over to offer to me. I accepted his hand, enjoying the way his thumb rubbed over my skin soothingly. He wasn't great at using words to express himself but the warmth of his hand and the yellow of his eyes assured me he was happy with me too.
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I listened to the increased pace of my companion's impatient foot tapping as the speaker droned on about the newest developments in their department. William sat forward in his seat, elbows on knees and hand clasped with his foot beating the ground as if it personally insulted him. I had half a mind to slam my hand down onto his leg to get him to stop. I wasn't happy to be here either but making it everyone else's problem wasn't going to help us get out any quicker. I discreetly counted the beats of his tapping on my wristwatch, noting the difference between the sum of taps per minute as time stretched on. It was still an irritating sound that I wanted him to stop but at least it was something to do.
"Enough." the man on William's other side finally growled at him only to be ignored. My associate had a nasty habit of dismissing those he found no use for, a sentiment I shared but at least I didn't intentionally provoke a reaction from those around me. "Hey, I said stop!" the man whisper yelled as he forcefully pressed a hand to the dirty blond man's leg. Even as I reached over him to snatch the stranger's wrist, the younger researcher didn't react.
"I suggest you keep your hands to yourself to prevent a scene." I told the man with an icy tone, needing someone to take my agitation out on even if just in a small way. My hand held his wrist tightly, my fingers pressing into a pressure point to make it seem more painful than my grip actually was. He flinched and held his other hand up in a pacifying manner.
"Alright, alright." I let him go and he inched a little farther from us as he massaged his wrist. I turned my glare to William though he didn't seem to have even noticed the altercation he caused. I didn't always step in when he got himself into trouble, I preferred to let him deal with the consequences of his own actions even if that meant he got beat up. I'd witnessed it before during our days at the training facility and thought he deserved every blow for speaking up at all against those that were looking for a fight. He did need to learn to keep attention off of himself and to pick his battles. I agreed he was above most others but telling that to their faces wasn't in his best interest. However now wasn't the place to allow an argument otherwise that may delay our departure which would have an impact on me and I would not allow delays.
"You're acting like a child again." I informed him sourly as I crossed my arms, angered that he had once again needed me to get him out of a mess of his own creation. "And do quit your incessant tapping before I amputate your foot." I threatened but he knew me well enough by now to know it was empty… mostly. I would threaten him and mean it but he knew I wouldn't take his foot since that would make our work just a bit more difficult if he were confined to a wheelchair. He threw his hands up slightly in an annoyed gesture as he sat back against his chair now and also folded his arms. The tapping did thankfully cease.
"Seriously, why are we here?" he questioned me again and I only sighed in response and went back to pretending to listen to the ongoing speech. I was in no mood for his continued repetition or I may just be the one to pick a fight with him. He'd asked that same question when we were first notified of the event and our expected attendance, twice more on the way here, and this was the third time since the seminar began. The speeches that were given about innovation and how Umbrella was "striving to save and improve the lives of every soul we touch" were laughable at best. I was sure at least some of the Umbrella staff at this seminar were genuine and fed their bleeding hearts to the deceit the company used to hide its true intentions.
So why were we here? We - who knew better than to buy into all this false positivity put on for the public. We - who were working on creating a virus with the potential to do so much more than just kill every living being in this room, the city, the world. We - who had better places to be right now than stuck in a useless seminar for at least another three hours. I had no fucking idea. I was just as unhappy to be here as William and found it twice as pointless. Don't get me wrong, I understood the purpose of the seminar, it was endlessly important for Umbrella to keep the facade of the well meaning pharmaceutical giant it was. Feeding the masses and its clients these assurances was entirely necessary. But it was a waste of time for people such as William and I to be here. There was a mix of Umbrella researchers, directors, assistants, clientele, and media personnel here. Of the hundreds of people in attendance, I couldn't care less about at least eighty percent of them. Aside from myself and my companion, I counted only twelve other people I knew to be in the loop of Umbrella's dark underbelly though there may be more that I was simply unaware of. Which meant, to my knowledge, the rest believed the lie that "our business is life itself".
We were told that directors and top researchers of all facilities were to attend, it was a formality. Wasn't the Arklay Laboratory a secret one? What were we to say if someone asked which facility we worked from or what department of research we were in? My emails calling out the flaws in having those of us not in the light of the public attend these very public events went unanswered. So here we were, whether we liked it or not. The badges provided to us labeled us only as Umbrella researchers without listing our department or study which was at least consistent with everyone else's name tags as well so we weren't singled out. We just had to avoid talking business with all the people here that would want to talk business at this business seminar. As I stated, flawed .
There would be a final intermission in about twenty minutes, another two hours of speakers were lined up, an after dinner, and then the event would be over. I was sure William agreed we weren't sticking around for dinner so I just had to keep him out of trouble during this last break and all would be well. I sighed to myself as I went back to staring at the minutes ticking by on my watch, now with nothing to count alongside it. I was nearly twenty, I should not have to be playing babysitter for another adult man. At least it was only one grown child I had to supervise, I couldn't imagine having to manage more.
So... I've had this done for a while and forgot to post it here- I'm terribly sorry for that.
Hey- look what finally got updated! I make no excuses. Depression sucks, life sucks, the end. For real though I think I've mentioned elsewhere that it's been hard for me to write for some time and what I have gotten out has felt forced and unsatisfying (to myself at least). That goes especially for this story (at least in its current state) because the chapters lately have been getting more positive and this was a very... happy, I guess, chapter. There was a turn toward the darkness there for a bit towards the end which was an accidental result of my mood but it was in character for this Chris so I kept it. Aside from that, this chapter was hella weird to write. It originally opened with them cooking and I was considering adding in some smut after that but I wasn't looking forward to it because writing smut is hard if I'm not in the mood for it. I'm not in that mood all that often because, sorry if this is too much info but I'm sure if you're reading this story then your poor virgin ears have already been ruined, sexual stuff is actually more of a point of frustration in my life. I'm trans, pre bottom surgery, get why I'm uncomfortable? Working on that "pre" part though, hopefully soon. Back to the story! It took me a month of reworks to even start and another month and a half to slowly get the 4,00 words that is the diner scene and I'm still not really happy with it. Then apparently the mood struck last night and I wrote the entire smut scene in one go which takes up like half the chapter and I think it's pretty hot so that was cool. Then I added the letter, edited, and boom- chapter done. Being a writer is weird.
Credit where due! As is becoming usual, my thanks to The_Sand_Man on AO3, not only was the suggestion of Chris and Wesker cooking together his idea but that recipe was from him too (sorry I didn't go more into it, it was hard enough getting through that section as it was- I'll do better next time!). On top of those amazing contributions, the idea for the letter came from him as well! Such a helpful Dream Man after mine own blackened and fragmented heart. Seriously he's helping me get through so much behind the scenes shit both in and out of stories, I owe him so much at this point.
Before I forget I wanted to ask what everyone thought of that last line. I definitely intend it to be a moment we all shake our head at and mutter "oh Wesker, if only you knew". Did you? That's awesome if you did and if you didn't, clearly you don't get the joke. But that's fine, just enjoy the chapter, I was sure it was going to be something I regretted putting out but I think I managed not to turn it into the shameful mess I was expecting. So that's good. Also, the references to the trick story are huge in this one! I need to slow down with that or the fics are gonna crossover too much.
We've still got a few days I'm struggling to fill up as well as two to three letters I don't have planned so I'm still open to suggestions if anyone's got anything they want to see. I've got one more from before that will be used and credited in the next chapter. Of course I can rely on my own mind to get shit out but I figure opening the door to you guys is nice too so, up to you.
Last tidbit I'll bother you with and this will probably be the last time I bother you with it. The second part of the comic is up on my DeviantArt, I haven't finished storyboarding the third and final part of the first chapter so Nikki hasn't been able to start it, he's got other stuff to work on anyway which will also probably go up there too if anyone's interested.
Hope to see you soon,
Ren
