A/N: Hello~!
How is everyone doing, I am sorry I didn't update this in so long! Anyways, Chapter five is finally rendered.
I had a hard time structuring this chapter. Changing between Hirano, Chris and Wesker was a drag. Time inconsistencies and such, I tried to fix those.
Well, in any case, I have to say that after 1 or 2 chapters, things are going to move faster. I hope you enjoy this. And I hope the lemon scenes aren't too explicit for viewers eyes XD! Okay, yea title sucks, I am bad at finding them! But at least it say's what it has to say... right? You'll get it when you read the chapter!
Have a good read!
Disclaimer: I do not own Resident evil.
After an entire morning of brainstorming, the S.T.A.R.S. unit dispersed and went back to their routine. Aside for the 'Captain', who was too curious to know what happened. Now that I think of it, wasn't there a murder one month ago? Her thoughts were processing older events. We were supposed to see the body, but they said that it was transferred from autopsy right after they found it. Raccoon City Hospital, they must have had the body, right? Maybe I should go and see what I can find there. The recent body must still be there, I hope. On that thought, she left the office and quickly made her way to the car.
Chris made it to his apartment after two hour. Damn traffic, I should already be on my way to Wesker's. I guess I'll be late. Inside his place, he went to check his answering machine to hear a clear, happy and soft voice. He smiled as he heard Claire's message. It went as follows: "Hey big bro, it's me Claire-bear. Damn you, pick up the phone stupid! Anyways, I just wanted to check on you. Anyways, I'll talk you soon, ciao!"
The message ended and Chris tried to call back, to find out her that line was out. Her phone had been disconnected. Did she forget to pay her phone? Oh well, whatever is the problem, I'll try calling later. He hung up, went to his bedroom and got undressed. He went to one of drawers to get some clean pants, a shirt, and underwear before going to the bathroom. The young man took a quick shower, washing himself. He lost himself in his thoughts as the warm liquid poured on him. So this is the last time I'm staying here. Good thing I didn't bring much with me, not that I had much to begin with. Doubt I'll miss anything in here; I'll just bring some clean clothes.
After around ten minutes, he got out and dried himself with a clean towel. Then he went ahead and dressed himself. The brunet returned to his room, took a duffel bag from the closet, and started filling it with some of his personal belongings and clothing. Clean pants, shirts, and underpants were being thrown onto the bed. While looking at the content that filled the drawer, he found one particular piece of clothing. Ah! This is the sleeveless leather jacket that I was going to give to Claire! It was red with a Valkyrie patch on the back. It looked like it was declaring war and on top of it was written 'Let Me Live' in black lettering. He shoved it in the duffel bag with the rest of his personal stuff.
Okay, I should be heading back to Wesker's condo; I have more than enough clothing for two weeks. Since I am late, I could do some shopping before going home... or at least window-shop. He took his duffel bag, went towards the door intent on leaving, but something attracted his eyes. It was a picture frame with a photo of him and his family. Well, this feels stupid, but I can tell them goodbye for good now. I'll see Claire soon and I'll give her the new jacket. Then we will go our separate ways until the next time we'll meet again. There is no more looking back now. My family is Wesker and no one else. He left the apartment without taking that picture frame, leaving everything behind him as he locked the door of his apartment for the last time.
Cynthia made her way to the Raccoon City Hospital where her captain was once recovering. She drove in the unpopulated parking lot and then she got out of her car. Marching towards the front door, she thought about the way she would engage the conversation with the receptionist. I could just pull out my badge and ask if I could go to the morgue or I could lie and say that I knew the person. I might as well see if how the receptionist is today. I'll determine how to proceed then.
She was now inside the hospital and the smell of chemicals hit her nose and she frowned, she didn't like it. She knew it was necessary, but it still was a horrible stench. Behind the 'too clean' smell were cleverly hidden deaths, diseases, wounds, sadness, grief, sorrow, and broken hearts. She went to the receptionist area and spoke in a clear voice, "Hello Miss." The blond woman saw Cynthia and replied, "good evening, welcome to the Raccoon City Hospital. How may I help you?" Cynthia observed her, she seemed happy but her eyes said otherwise, she was tired. I guess I'll go straight to the point,Hirano thought annoyed. She didn't want to use authority and show the badge.
The raven haired woman put her hand in her purse and swiftly took out her badge, flipped it open, and told the blond woman in a firm yet soft voice, "there was a body that was found near Victoria lake, I'd like to see it if it's still possible. I am investigating the murder, but our R.P.D. is quick to send the bodies away."
The blond lady was surprised by the quick use of the badge, but shrugged. She checked a list of numbers and dialed one. Cynthia heard her speak, "yes, someone from the R.P.D is investigating a body that was received yesterday or today, early in the morning..." She paused and then replied to the person, "alright, I will inform her. Thank you for the information, good day." She put the receiver back in place and looked at the client while saying, "please head towards the morgue and take this," and she lent her a visitor card. "You will need this to go through the restricted areas." Cynthia brought the badge set the badge back in the purse and took the card and pinned it on her black tank top. She smiled and thanked the secretary before quickly moving towards the morgue.
Wesker woke up several hours after Chris left, sat up on the bed and frowned, yawned, and just sat there. He squeezed his eyes shut and stretched, sighing. I haven't procrastinated like this in years, it does feels nice and I guess I should enjoy it. I'll be returning to work tomorrow.
He probed the bullet wound and barely felt anything. It didn't hurt anymore. He had a beaming smile. I have recovered, one or two more days and it will be fully healed and I won't have to worry about work. Now that I think about it, Irons didn't call so I assume everything went smoothly with Hirano. Good thing she is as competent as the rest of the group.
He checked the digital clock on his nightstand. It's been five hours already, where is Chris? He thought as he frowned his brow. He shook his head and grinned as his hair swayed out of place. He slicked them back into place. I am ridiculous. Why am I even worrying about him, he's grown adult. I don't have to look after him and I should have a little more faith in him. Anyways, I need to find something to kill time.
Wesker get out the bed and went to one of his many libraries to take some books, he took three at random and went back to the bed. After reading a little, he re-fell asleep.
After checking out the overhead directions panels and asking the personnel for information on how to get to her destination, she made it to the morgue. Why is it that hospitals are like damn mazes?! She thought, annoyed. She knocked on one of the double door and someone responded by walking towards her. The man opened the door, "Hello, you must be the one investigating on the body we received this morning." The older man slyly checked her out.
Cynthia looked back at the man and gave him a smile, "I am the one, indeed. Cynthia Hirano, second commander of the S.T.A.R.S." She brought her arm mid-way towards him and he completed the friendly handshake. "Pleased to meet you" She released his grasp, finishing the self-introduction. "I am Dr. Unser, please follow me. I will take you to Jason Anderson."
They slowly walked to the pull-out drawers; Dr. Unser checked it quickly and pulled one drawer out revealing a dirty corpse of a man. Cynthia was horrified, well seeing a picture and watching the real thing is totally different. She blinked and took a deep breath to calm her nerves. The shaken woman looked at the poor victim and observed him. The bites are clearer than in the photo, they're are really deep and it is almost as if the assailants ripped or tore off the meat from body part with teeth, she noticed and then she felt herself shake at the gruesome thought. She noted the head, the skull was smashed and the brain was heavily damaged, they even ate some of the brain. Oh my god, this is nasty! She decided to focus on the missing leg; the monsters that did this have so much strength.
Her tongue was hitching to talk, "Dr. Unser, what kind of wounds do you think these are made from? I have thought of two things but they seems so unnatural that it's seems unreal. " The doctor thought for a moment, spinning around the question, analyzing it from every corner. "It is the first time I have seen these kinds of wounds. If I didn't know better, I'd say wolves. I don't think wolves are that ferocious even if they're in the wild."
The doctor saw the woman frown at his answer. "Honestly, I do not know what you are dealing with. It is like you said, it is unreal. I can't tell you what did this, and I am sure that there are no wolves in the city or in its outskirts." The young lady looked at the doctor and sighed, since even if she saw what the damage was, nothing told her who or what did it.
"Alright, so it might be an animal, but do you think a human could also do this, like a cannibal freak?" The doctors eyes widen and he coughed, "If that were the case, it would be sick. But I was told humans under certain circumstance could indeed have that much force. I really hope that this is not the case." The young woman had no other questions; everything she needed to know was answered and those answer spitted in her face: unnatural, unreal and impossible.
She looked at the doctor and smiled at him, "Alright last question, any traces of drugs in the blood?" The doctor shook his head but he did mention to her about something weird in his blood, remnants of a weird virus but that the quantity was too small to make a sample. She knew nothing about science, so she frowned and gave the man a puzzled expression. She stared at the doctor, thanked him for his time and collaboration. They shook hands and he told her that the body was to be cremated. She nodded her head and said that it was for the better. The woman left the morgue going towards the reception absently thinking.
Her brain was wreaking havoc, the voice in her head told her that this case makes no sense unless she took all the notions of realistic and shove it out the window and bring on the monsters and any paranormal activities. She didn't want to believe the dream she had the day before, but a part of her felt like it was the case. No, nein, non! This makes no sense and I will not admit to such things as monsters or zombies or demons or devils. It is impossible but how do I face this case, none of it makes sense unless I can rely on the cannibal lead.
Aside the cannibal lead, there was the virus the man talked about but she had no proof of it. She sighed as she arrived to the reception and saw that the blond employee was replaced by a pretty brunette, "Hello there, I came here to give this back." Cynthia un-clipped the visitor card from her tank top and gave it to the receptionist who took it gently. The brown haired girl thanked her and Cynthia left the premises, striding towards her car, while looking at the sky in annoyance. I feel that this case is going to be hell, I am so skipping the rest of the day. As soon as she got in the car, she went home disgruntled, unsatisfied of her findings.
Wesker snored and wake up. He blinked is eyes, felt like he had saliva on the corners of his mouth and he whipped it out with the back of his hand. Arrgg, I feel stiff... The blond man was dazed, arrrgghh, My mouth is dry, I want a cup of water then I'll take a bath. I might as well change the sheets and put the laundry to wash before taking the bath.
He got up, went to the kitchen and drank a bit of water. I slept too much. The poor man was so drowsy he didn't notice how late it was. He strode to his room to the dirty sheets out, dropped them on the floor then he installed the new ones.
He took his dirty clothing and the dirty sheets that he left on the floor and went to his bathroom. When he passed the door to the right in his room, he arrived in his bathroom. There was another room in the bathroom that leads to the laundry room. He went there, left his dirty laundry on the washing machine and then removed the last piece of clothing on him, throwing it with the rest on the machine.
He gracefully walked out the room and went to a huge, square tub. There was a step where he carefully rest one of his knees and turned the handles, letting the water flow out the faucet. He stayed there, waiting and checking the temperature.
Wesker was now in his bath, the warm liquid swaying around him as he shifted from his position. He let go of all his thought, taking his bath sponge on which he dabbed body wash gel on and started cleaning himself. He closed his eyes and was exhaling a breath as he was relaxing, humming and thinking about his brown haired friend, I have been in here for one hour, he's so late.He was enjoying the smell of cleanness that engulfed him as heard a soft click. He immediately opened his eyes in excitement, "Chris?" he called out.
"Yea, sorry I am late Albert. Where are you?" The brunet asked as he was walking towards the kitchen. "In the bathroom," Wesker replied loudly. Chris put some takeout on the table then went to their room. He left his duffel bag on the bed and entered the bathroom to find his man naked body in the tub. His breath was caught in his throat and he couldn't remove his stare, it was glued to the chiseled body Wesker had.
The young man blushed furiously and gulped. Oh come on Chris, you had sex yesterday! Snap out of it, you just took a shower. His thoughts were in the gutter; he went towards Wesker, whose eyes widened at the view of Chris's lustful stare. Chris bent down, took the blonds man chin and brought it near his own face, kissing him tenderly. "I'm home," Chris then brushed a blond lock out of his lovers face; he was fighting the urge of just jumping him.
"Welcome back home love," Wesker replied satisfied by the brunet's actions. Chris took a moment to calm himself, "I brought some take-out since I was running late anyways. And I did have your keys; I thought that you wouldn't leave the place without locking. Oh, about yesterday, do you feel any better? Since, I guess…" Chris scratched the back of his head sheepishly and blushed. "I was a bit too rough, I am sorry about that"
Wesker stared at him and couldn't stop grinning. Goddamn; this boy never ceases to surprise me. He's so adorable. "No need to apologize Chris. You are the only person that made me feel complete. No woman or man was able to make me experience what you made me feel yesterday. You are the first person I ever truly opened up to. Anyway, you made me feel good and alive since you came to me." Wesker took the young man's hand and put it on his chest, right on top his heart. Chris closed his eyes as he felt small steady 'thumps' underneath his hand. "My heart beats for you. So don't ever apologize for something you did right. Did I make myself clear?"
Chris blushed as he opened his eyes and slowly nodded. "I...um...I mean..." Chris couldn't stop stammering at what Wesker just told him. Chris took a huge intake if air and tried to stabilize is heartbeat that was running wild. "Yes, Wesker, you made yourself very clear, Sir!" Wesker let out a purring laughter at the sudden outburst and Chris eyes widen and he felt chills running down his spine. Damn it... why is it that whatever that man does, the result is always so damn sexy? It's just laughter... yet I can't stop trembling... come Chris deep breathe, take in as much air as humanly possible... no no, GULP IN AS MUCH AIR POSSIBLE! Suddenly Chris took another swallow of the heated air around him, but this time he felt dizzy for a minute. The sudden intake of heat in his body wasn't comfortable.
"Well enough of that, I am going to get out the tub. I feel so sluggish though." Chris extended his arm and glanced around, checking out the bathroom. He found a nearby towel that he took with his available hand as the other was being used by the blond man who pushed himself up to his full height. When Chris looked back towards Wesker he immediately side glanced, gave him the towel and waited for the older man to wrap it around his waist. Why am I reacting like this, I already saw him... naked... His heartbeat started acting up again, oh my god, I feel like a retard, these impulses. I have to control THEM!
Wesker got out the tub and stared at Chris who seemed to have spaced out. "Chris?" The smaller man didn't respond; his eyes and brows were twitching as if the interior debate with himself was annoying him a lot. Wesker went to his room, sneezing at the cooler temperature of the room. He tapped his body dry with his towel and put some sweat pants on, not caring about wearing any underwear. He made his way back to the bathroom to find the poor kid still in his thoughts. Well, I guess I could tease him. He is so prudish; it's weird that he is the one who topped me just yesterday. I really thought he was bolder: Hard, strong and resistant. I can't deny the fact he is super cute acting like this. Anyways, what time... Oh crap, it's already 7 pm, I passed my entire day sleeping. Well, it's one time in my life, it's not too bad, it's not like I am lazy... Right? Oh, whatever, I have to bring Chris back from which ever galaxy that got a hold of him.
While Chris was still in his mind debating with himself, Wesker slid behind him, wrapped his arm around the younger man, and gently, yet forcefully, nibbled his ear. He tugged the ear a bit and suddenly he felt Chris tremble a bit and saw him gulp. Chris came back to the present. "What are you doing Albert?" the brunet asked timidly.
"Well, you spaced off so far across the galaxy, I had no choice to bring you back," the older man replied as he let go of his man and started to make his way out the bathroom. Chris checked the older man and smiled. Ah crap, I can't stop smiling. His back and that crack, God he's hot. He really knows how to be eye candy, those saggy sweat pants are hanging on his hips so damn loosely. He heard a faint voice, "Chris?" From outside the bedroom, so he made his way outside the room and went to the kitchen since Wesker wasn't in the main room.
"Albert, what is it?" Chris asked as he arrived in the kitchen. "Are we eating? I am so hungry." Chris froze in place. "Chris what is it?" Chris just went to a chair and sat down. "It's nothing, haha. Let's eat" Oh god, I can't believe this... I am rock hard... Gah... damn your body Wesker. Damn YOU and those stupid low baggy sweat pants that show so much delicious skin. I am starting to feel delirious!
Wesker took a moment to set the table and then they ate. There was an awkward silence at first but then Chris started a conversation. "Is the food to your liking? I didn't want you leaving the condo and sadly I am not as wealthy as you, so I couldn't really get anything bet-" Chris was cut off by Wesker instantly, "It's fine, do not fret over it. It's been a while since I ate Chinese, it's edible. Aside from that, are you okay? You seem really uptight, dear. "
Wesker was concerned and Chris saw that. "I am fine, really. I guess I am a little nervous because of the mission. Anyways, I was wondering if..." Chris paused while he took a bit of the general tso chicken. "I really want to hear you play the piano." Wesker was taken aback and blinked his eyes several times before giving a heart-warming smile. "Sure, it would be my pleasure. I have to apologize though, I am rusty. I have not played for a long time." The brunet smiled nervously, scratching his nose. "I don't mind. I am sure you can remember everything you learned."
Wesker sighed as he saw that his young friend was stalling. Chris, Chris, Chris... You can't hide whatever you are hiding forever... The blond man suddenly stared intensely at the poor boy's eyes, who gulped at the intense stare. The brunet started evading the eye contact that was made seconds later, proving to Wesker that he was indeed shying something away. "Ok, that's it, if you are not going to say what's wrong. I'll find out by myself." Wesker got up and made his way to the brunet who was taken aback from the boldness Wesker showed.
Oh crap, stupid awkward body of mine, I hate you. How can you get so excited, it's just a chest... and those dangerously low sweat pants that is showing a little too much skin, those pants stop right over his dick. My hormones are going through the roof and he seems like he isn't excited at all. This is embarrassing!Those thought processed at lightning speed and it was still too late to do anything, Wesker just took him by the shoulder and pushed him, making the chair squeal a bit.
Wesker smirked at the sight of the bump that formed in the boy's pants. "Well, well, well, you could have just said you were in the mood, honey..." He checked Chris as the young boy puffed his cheeks in protest and look at the side. "You just finished washing; I didn't want to dirty you."
Wesker contemplated the man who was sitting before him with bump and couldn't help himself. "Well, I'll enjoy myself while your pouting for nothing. Take those the pants off boy." Chris' eye widen at what he just said, "Wait a minute-" Wesker had already unbuckled the belt. His hand glided to his favourite toy; and he pulled it out roughly, making Chris sing some his favourite high pitched notes. Well, if I do this, he will owe me one. Why am I born so devious?
"Damn you Wesker! Don't be so rough!" The brunet had closed his eyes at the shock as he felt has dick being yanked out of its place. Can't say it isn't nice to have it being outside of the pants .It was way too tight in there. It was kind of painful having that fabric rubbing against my throbbing organ. He felt a sudden rush of heat passing through his already stimulated body.
When he opened his eyes, Wesker was on his knees watching him with his grey-blue eyes, who seemed clouded with a bit more than just lust. There was something in his eyes that told him to relax, to enjoy and to feel better. He couldn't breathe anymore; his breaths were caught in his throat as he realized that Wesker was doing it so that he didn't feel constricted, that the feeling of excitement would fade.
Chris felt a slight chill coursing his body as the blond rubbed the head of his dick with his thumb, squeezing the hard organ occasionally, making a bit of the pre-cum come out. Chris felt his body tense and Wesker started moving his now naturally wet hand upwards and downwards. "Fuck..." Chris struggled to keep at least one eye opened while other closed, he breathed through his tightly clenched jaw. His chest rising and lowering has he was inhaling and exhaling short quick pants.
Wesker smiled at every reaction Chris had made ever since he started playing with his hard cock. He continued the simple task with one hand. The other hand went to one of his balls that he started poking, squeezed then messaged. More cries came out the brunet's mouth making the older man heave hard, as he himself was trying to keep calm. He did this to relieve Chris after all, not to have a complete sexual experience.
But the older man did find the task pretty hard. Tsk, this is tedious. How the hell could I not want to have full intercourse? The boy is young and vigorous, I love a challenge but I guess I am the one who involved him this time, again. I never noticed he was so easily smitten by my looks. Well, I am hot after all and I know it. Anyways, the task at hand, I should finish it. Brushing all the thoughts away, he brought his mouth to the other ball and started licking it slowly. Chris let out another small dose of natural dampness string out of his head that helped the stroking hand slide a lot easier.
"Ekk..."A short shriek came out of the trembling lips of the light brownish haired man. "Wesker... I have to come... make me come..." Chris started shaking his hip uncontrollably, forcing himself in the blond man's hand, and tantalizingly swaying his pelvis.
Wesker closed his eyes as he was satisfying the younger man, I have to keep control. After what seems like an eternity; he brought the hard, soiled dick to his mouth, engulfing it. The brunet brought his hands to Wesker scalp, messaging it, encouraging him to go and finish the job. The younger man was very much enjoying the moment, letting out groans and moans as he was arching his back. The brunet also felt the blond man shudder under his touch.
The older man proceeded to bob his head up and down while he was squeezing Chris's balls. He took one of Chris' legs and placed it on one of his shoulders, giving himself more space. Wesker is indeed skilful at everything, even his damn blowjobs feel great. Fuck... I feel bad now though. I should give it to him too, but I know he does it because he triggered it. If I came back on my decision, he'll think that I don't know what I want. Next time, I'll pay him back for this. Meanwhile, let's just enjoy this and stop thinking, I can't focus. At that point Chris couldn't really think anymore, all he wanted was to come and he felt it was going to be soon.
Wesker sucked fast and hard, moving making circular movements with his tongue, lightly pressing his teeth on the boy's shaft. Wesker's hands snaked around his body one on his chest, playing with his nipples while the other managed to find and access to his rear end. He slipped two fingers in, moving them, poking and probing him until the young man couldn't stop shaking wildly. His cheeks were pink, his eyes were clouded with lust, and his lips were quivering. Chris was wearing the cutest, embarrassed look.
"I am going to come, Wesker." The blond man left the nipple alone and took a hold of one of Chris's hands and he bit the head slightly harder. "AAAAHHHHHHHH..." Chris burst at the sudden bite and let out a massive load in Wesker's mouth, who was taking it all in. Every fiber of Chris' body loosened up and went limp. Wesker finished drinking up all of Chris' juice, so he let go of the dick that was now relaxed. Wesker wiped the corner of his mouth and looked at Chris. "Any better Chris?" he asked playfully.
"I feel a little more than better, my bad boy," the brunet smirked tiredly at the older man. "Well, at least you feel better. This just means you owe me one next time," the blond grinned gleefully and the brunet blinked. "Wait a minute, you planned this from the start? Oh my god, I thought you did it for me but now... Well, don't expect mercy from me next time we fuck, I swear I'll tie you and play with your body until your dried up old man!" Chris was bright red of embarrassment, crossed his arms and puffed his cheeks again while looking at the opposite side of Wesker.
"Aww, damn it, you are so cute Chris, especially when you are pouting. I could just eat you up all over again." Wesker hugged his precious young lover, wrapping his naked arm around his neck. "GGRRRR, Get off me, you ol' perverted man. I'LL END YOU". Chris got up and stomped his feet away, towards the bedroom still pouting. "Awww, don't be like that Chris, I was just teasing you a little bit, come back lovely." The older man followed two feet away, biting his lips not to laugh. "I am going to tease you a lot tonight!" Wesker said in a really happy tone.
"You can sleep on the couch tonight!" Chris got under the huge comforter, undressed himself and stayed under it not revealing one bit of his body. Wesker looked with his mouth gaping, a slight pinch in his heart. He said making his way to the bed, "aww, I am sorry, don't kick me out the bed." He climbed on the bed, pinning the boy in place under him, only the comforter separating them. "Come on, I am sorry to have teased you. Come on show me your face angel." The comforted started to move, a little, shyly even and Chris slowly moved his face from under there. He only revealed half of his flushed pink face, cute and adorable wet eyes. Damn him and his cute, adorable and dorky embarrassed face. "I am sorry, so don't be mad anymore, okay? Anyway, we work tomorrow, we have to sleep early."
Albert was trying to coax his flustered friend. "Fine, I forgive you, you big loser." Chris grimaced and smiled sweetly making Albert's heart skip a beat. I guess he's easy to ask forgiveness from, I'll take him over any girl anytime! I so love him, he so cute! Wesker got under the comforter and tickled Chris's sides; the brunet laughed and started to attack him too. After the tickle war was done, they hugged and dozed off. One day less until they were going to leave the normal world and enter the underground.
A/N: Well, it's done. I hope you liked it and I have to say this is the longest chapter I did till now, 5 k word... uurrkk
I don't know why I made it so fluffy at the end...
But I found the idea of Chris getting a extra fast boner and be embarrassed by it so cute, I just couldn't resist writing that!
And OMG Wesker with low hips baggy sweat pants... NNGGGHHH~! XD
and I did kinda destroyed their characters didn't I... SORRY .!
Well, until next time and take care people.