Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil, Capcom, or any of the used characters.
Author's Note: Still trying to decide if I want to make this a long or short story. Whelp, in the meantime, enjoy the chapter while I try to decide. Hell, maybe I'll make a sequel?
.:Chapter 3:.
Enjoy Yourself
Perhaps it was the incredible range of emotion flowing through Chris, but kissing Wesker suddenly turned rather dangerous. The two were all over the place, hitting walls, knocking items off of tables, and they even managed to break Chris's phone by slamming it into the railing of the stairs. It was at that point that the two had to break, forcing Chris to take the remaining pieces from his pocket and toss them aside.
"Well then, that won't be of much use now, will it?" Wesker commented, smirking as Chris shrugged his shoulders and began up the stairs, Wesker on his tail. "You aren't worried they won't be able to reach you?"
"It doesn't matter right now," Chris growled as he reached the top, turning sharply to pull the blond into another harsh kiss by the front of his coat. Chris used his grasp on the coat to shove it off Wesker, allowing the piece of clothing to slide down the stairs followed by his glasses.
"You're certainly interactive," Wesker commented quietly after the two had broken apart. His catlike eyes watched Chris remove his B.S.A.A shirt as he walked casually into his room, Wesker again behind him.
"You seem talkative," Chris retorted as he went to his side table and pulled out a small tube and a package of condoms. "I'm not making the same mistake again," he muttered as he tossed the two absentmindedly towards Wesker who caught both easily.
"We won't be needing these," Wesker stated, throwing the package of condoms onto the table.
"As long as you're not infected with anything else-"
The wording alone had Chris almost immediately on the bed, a now shirtless Wesker straddling him. Chris hadn't really expected the rough treatment, being forced down onto the bed by his neck, so he was left reeling. Wesker didn't exactly look angry and it wasn't until he spoke that he knew Chris really was quite angry.
"Don't insult me, Christopher."
Oh yeah, he was in trouble. The use of his full name was enough to show Wesker's anger but the subtle growling beneath the words made it much more worrisome and perhaps a bit arousing.
"Fine," Chris growled. The brunet then gripped Wesker's pants for support and flipped them around, catching the blond off guard. Chris ended up with his knees on either side of the blond, his fingers clinging desperately to Wesker's wrists despite both knowing that Wesker could gain the upper hand rather easily. "I want to be on top," Chris stated intrepidly.
Chuckling, Wesker replied, "No," and immediately shifted his weight throwing Chris off-balance. Wesker used his thigh to stop Chris from falling off the bed, straddling him to the mattress faster than Chris could even fall.
Chris sat up and connected their lips kissing him harshly until Wesker was working at his pants. Chris didn't even notice until skin grabbed sensitive skin and a jolt of pleasure shudder through him. The brunet gasped as cold air sudden washed over warm skin and he looked down to see his own vibrant erection looking back at him. By the time Chris looked back at Wesker, the blond was working on his own pants, tossing his belt away and stepping off the bed to remove the leather pants that were getting far too tight. Chris followed and was soon shoving his own pants and boxers from his hips. He inched them down until finally kicking both articles of clothing from the bed.
Orange sunlight shined over Wesker's toned chest, glowing over the blonde's already tanned skin. Chris almost laughed as he remembered how pale the villain was in S.T.A.R.S and how different he looked now that the progenitor virus, as well as the Tyrant Virus, truly had taken over. It even almost saddened him as he laid back and watched the blond slowly climb over him.
When two fingers pulled playfully at Chris's bottom lip, he closed his eyes and slowly accepted the digits. A pang of guilt ran through him before his lips closed around Wesker's knuckle and his tongue began lathering the pale fingers with saliva. When Chris ran his tongue between the fingers, teasing each separately, Wesker pulled them from his mouth seemingly unable to take the sexual tension by the glazed over red eyes that refused to leave Chris's face.
Wesker spread Chris's legs and settled between them once they were wide enough. The blond leaned in and began kissing already bruised lips. Fingers pressed at Chris's entrance and the brunet tightened out of surprise.
"Come now, you know what to do," the blond whispered. Between their mingling breaths and the calming intimacy in Wesker's voice, it became rather easy for Chris to relax despite the sudden intrusion in his lower half.
"You didn't do this last time," Chris hissed out through gritted teeth as he tried desperately to remember if this was suppose to hurt or feel good.
"We were in a bit of a hurry last time, were we not?"
"Yeah but-" Chris gasped as Wesker's fingers were engulfed to the knuckle causing Chris to feel both utterly full and yet completely off as if it simply wasn't enough.
Fortunately, the voice of reason seemed to be too engrossed in the pure pleasure to force him to realize that the blond above him, kissing him, fucking him was Albert Wesker. The man who assisted Umbrella in everything that not only Chris but the B.S.A.A as well had been fighting against for years.
"Fuck it, I'm ready!" Chris growled, pushing Wesker down and away.
"Rather forceful tonight," Wesker commented quietly as he obeyed and pulled his fingers from Chris.
"You would be too if you had to deal with Jill," Chris grumbled as Wesker opened up the tube of lubricant.
"You seem to forget that I did have to manage Ms. Valentine quite a bit in S.T.A.R.S," Wesker stated as he squeezed the cold substance over his length and worked at it casually. "I don't suppose she changed much."
"She wasn't your boss," Chris growled as Wesker prepared himself by laying over Chris, each arm laying on either side of the brunet.
"Wouldn't you rather be on your front?" Wesker asked as he looked down at Chris with surprising interest.
Chris thought about it a moment and after looking into Wesker's cold, red eyes, he shook his head. However, he didn't have much of a chance to say anything because Wesker was suddenly pushing into him.
This was only his second time with a man and, to say the least, it was quiet different when you weren't on your hands and knees with your ass in the air. He could feel everything and that turned out to be not that great of a thing when he hadn't allowed Wesker to prepare him properly or thoroughly. He remained quiet, despite the pain apparent on his face, and allowed Wesker to do what he wished.
Chris was actually surprised when his mouth was suddenly covered with Wesker's and he realized that Wesker, in that moment, had thrust whole-heartedly into him. The kiss stopped his shouting while also distracting him from the waves of pain, and pleasure, soaring through him. Wesker pulled back after a moment, eyeing Chris carefully who couldn't seem to stop squirming beneath him.
"What is the matter with you?" Wesker asked after watching Chris's back arch, almost completely off the bed, before shivering back against the sheets.
"You aren't doing anything," Chris snapped breathlessly.
"I assumed you were in pain," Wesker defended as Chris groaned and sat up, supporting him by the leaning on his palms.
"Fuck me," Chris growled before connecting their lips in a passionate, needy embrace.
Wesker smirked into the kiss and did as he was told without a fight. Within minutes, Chris was grasping desperately to Wesker's back, sweat mingling on their connecting chests, and the obnoxious sound of skin hitting skin along with desperate pants from each. Chris moaned at the playful biting his shoulder was receiving from Wesker and suddenly noticed his fingers were digging into Wesker's back. Luckily, his nails were short and wouldn't leave marks but it was enough to keep Wesker going at full force. It wasn't until Wesker began biting at Chris's neck that the brunet began losing control of his body. Pre-cum was smeared on the stomachs of both men but neither cared or noticed. The blanket they had pulled over them early on was long gone as was any sort of anger Chris held for the blond from their previous meeting.
Chris couldn't hold back the moan that escaped his lips when Wesker reached into the small space between them to grab onto the weeping cock rubbing anxiously against Wesker's stomach. Wesker smirked and captured the puffy lips with his. Chris's groans were drowned into Wesker's tongue, escaping whenever the two separated even slightly to expose the small space between their lips.
Chris's grip got slightly tighter, his fingers digging harder into Wesker's back as his stomach began to tense and he realized his release was soon approaching. Wesker felt the tension in Chris and smirked, pulling from the kiss to watch as his stroking increased. It took a single swipe of his thumb over the member's head to push Chris over the edge. The brunet truly blacked out for a long moment and didn't realize that Wesker was finishing as well until he felt the warm, sticky substance leaking from his opening.
Wesker rolled gracefully from Chris, pulling out easily from the panting brunet. Wesker's dark chuckle broke the silence, forcing Chris to side glance towards the blond in annoyance.
"What?" Chris growled as he tried desperately hard not to move- the squishiness in his backside was beginning to bother him.
"I certainly did not expect this to happen," Wesker stated in amusement. "I do believe you enjoyed yourself."
"Well yeah, sex does that," Chris said with an agitated sigh.
"Not when it is with enemies,"
"Not all enemies come with complicated pasts," Chris retorted quietly.
"Is that your excuse then? It's complicated?" Wesker asked, his taunting english accent flowing vividly into an angry Chris.
"Until I have a better one, yeah. Have a problem?"
"Why would I?"
"You seemed to before," Chris responded as, slowly, pain began building over the uncomfortable feeling. "You left almost immediately after you finished last time."
"Work before pleasure, Chris. I also assumed you would blame me for the events of that night-"
"You were the one who made the first move," Chris muttered dangerously, receiving a heavy sigh from the blond.
"Either way, I assumed it would be in my best interest to leave you to your thoughts."
"It wasn't."
"My mistake."
The conversation ended like that so neither spoke for another few minutes. It was not an awkward silence but comfortable certainly was not the word for it either. It was as if either of them could speak but both chose not to so, in a sense, they didn't feel words were necessary for a moment like this.
"I'm showering. You can join me if you want. I don't exactly know what you plan on doing but I can't say I care much either," Chris growled as he sat up, legs swinging carefully over the side.
"Perhaps I should leave. You seem to be feeling guilty a bit quicker than I originally assumed," Wesker stated as he, also, sat up.
"It's not guilt. I'm still angry at Jill," Chris corrected as he tried to summon the courage to stand up.
"Well then perhaps I will accompany you in the shower," Wesker said quickly.
Chris simply nodded and stood, shakily, before beginning to make his way to the bathroom. Wesker watched before tailing him, following the struggling brunet before he turned on the shower, adjusting it to as hot as he could possibly make it without scalding himself.
Chris didn't bother to wait for the water temperature to adjust before stepping inside, Wesker following him into the wide tub/shower mix. They remained quiet for the first few minutes, silently washing themselves, sharing the water with ease, before Wesker's eyes landed on Chris's chest again.
"Now you look like the guilty one," Chris muttered after a few seconds of watching Wesker stare at the glistening bruise.
"I suppose I am rather guilty for it, am I not?"
"That you are," Chris muttered before beginning to turn away from him.
Wesker stopped him mid-turn, the shower spray hitting Chris' opposite shoulder awkwardly now that he had stopped. Chris eyed Wesker, eyes meeting, before turning to face Wesker completely.
"Albert Wesker doesn't feel guilt. Don't think I'm going to believe that," Chris stated simply, with light shake of his head.
"You are different, Christopher. I do believe you're aware of that," Wesker respond simply, his hand raising to touch the bruise carefully.
"How different?" Chris asked though it came out in a quiet whisper.
Wesker didn't respond immediately due to his entrancement with the black and blue skin. Perfect circles of water droplets flaunted over already wet skin and Wesker couldn't help but notice the quiet hitch in Chris's breath at the direct contact from the blonde's fingertips. A smirk broke Wesker's serious demeanor at the shaky expression clouding Chris's better judgment. Chris had a large mix of mistrust and utter contentment; Wesker's touch was far too gentle to ignore and it was making it rather difficult to push him away. Wesker traced the bruise for, what seemed like, the thousandth time before Chris shook his head and stepped back.
"Stop admiring your work," Chris muttered dangerously as he turned from Wesker fully.
"It's rather rare that I get to see the damage I do first-hand and, as I said Chris, you are different."
"I don't even understand what you mean by that," Chris stated through his exhaustion.
Whether it was their nightly activities or the constant games that Wesker played with him, he wasn't sure. However, that didn't stop him from closing his eyes, enjoying the hot spray of water pounding against his front- that was, until Wesker pressed against his back.
"Perhaps-" Wesker's hot breath against Chris's right ear sent a shiver up Chris's spine, "-You should contemplate it, hm?" Chris gave a quiet groan from the vibration that Wesker sent from his lips to the brunette's ear.
It took a moment for Chris to re-wrap his mind around the situation at hand. Wesker's muscular front pressed to Chris's broad back, his erection pressing erotically to his lower back. Chris didn't realize he was leaning into Wesker's touch, as the blond's hands wrapped around to Chris's front and began to explore his stomach.
"You just cannot seem to enjoy yourself, can you?" Wesker asked, his voice dark and dangerously quiet.
"I am," Chris choked out, his right hand raising above his head to wrap around Wesker's neck behind him, pulling the blond harder against him.
"Jill should not be the one on your mind," Wesker muttered, his lips rubbing against Chris's earlobe.
"She isn't," Chris promised quietly.
"Good," Wesker whispered, his lips closing on the skin available to him.
Teeth closed around sucked, delicate skin causing Chris to let out a moan and push harder against the blond. Wesker hummed quietly, causing Chris to lose his voice momentarily and choke on a moan.
"I'm tired," Chris moaned in exhaustion.
"Then lets make this quick."
Quick certainly wasn't how it went. Chris found himself pressed against the shower tile, cheek to wall far longer than he imagined. If Wesker hadn't been holding him by the waist, he would have fallen from exhaustion long ago. Chris clung desperately to the tile, his nails digging into the ridges between each shiny white slate. His finger tips were white and his back red from the hot water still spraying down on him but the now suddenly sensitive skin was far too much for him the handle. He could practically feel every single water drop land in the constant rush; it had him squirming and writhing. Wesker was too busy thrusting into the brunet to really notice the increase in unintelligible moans that seemed to get swallowed by the sound of water running. The steam from the hot shower was suffocating Chris senseless and just when he knew he wasn't getting enough air,Wesker's thrusting became erratic telling Chris that the blond wouldn't last long.
Chris used this opportunity to stand up straight, pulling himself up with the use of the wall. This not only allowed him to breath but it also tightened himself around Wesker causing the blond to fully stop and silently question the movement through his unstable panting. In response to Chris's movement, he simply reached around to the brunette's front and began aggressively pumping him while thrusting himself deep into the tightness that Chris created for him.
Several more seconds and both were panting messes, though Wesker a more dignified one that didn't allow Chris to see any sort of exhaust that was beginning to hit the villain. Fortunately, Chris could barely stand from his own exhaustion and was soon rushing to finish washing away the smell, feel, and remnants of sex from himself. Wesker removed himself from the shower before Chris and once Chris was finally out, he was surprised to see Wesker sitting on a new sheet and clean comforter in his black pants. His blond hair was slicked back but slowly drying causing several pieces to begin to pull from the wet treads and fall over his forehead.
"You made the bed?" Chris asked with a breathy chuckle.
"I certainly wasn't going to sleep on dirty sheets. I have standards, Christopher," Wesker stated simply, glancing towards the brunet who shed the towel around his waist to pull on a loose pair of pants.
"You're staying?" Chris asked dumbfounded, tired eyes falling on Wesker as he laid back on the right side of the bed.
"Do you want me to leave?" Wesker asked watching Chris sit on the bed carefully.
"You'll just be gone in the morning. I don't see much of a point," Chris stated as he eyed the lamp that was the only light source for the two.
"True but I will return, you are well aware of that," Wesker said simply, "However, if you wish me to leave-"
"Stay if you want," and with that, Chris turned off the light and laid down, pulling the blankets over his cold, and still rather sensitive, skin. "What do you mean when you say I'm different?"
"Perhaps another time, Chris."
"You've been saying it all day," Chris sighed.
"Perhaps another time."
And that was that.
This chapter is suppose to be named the same as the first chapter, just so you guys don't question it too much! Like I said, I'm trying to decide if I want to make this a longer or shorter story- I guess it's up to you guys! If you guys don't want it longer then I'll shorten it and start another that I've been working on.
~Raven1050