They hadn't said anything on their way there, and now outside of the Wesker's apartment, they still didn't say a word. When the door was finally closed behind them, much to the older man's surprise, Chris instantly took a grip of Wesker's uniform collar roughly and pulled him closer, making the man drop his keys on the floor for the sudden act. Chris was moving fast: as he pulled the man closer passionately, he hit Wesker's back against the corridor wall hard, a lot harder than he intended. Not like he intended or thought anything properly, he just couldn't wait any longer now when they both were in the apartment, out of the hallway and duty. He wanted the man in front of him now and ignored the faint sounds in his mind which tried hard to remind him of something important...
The lights were never switched on during their stay in the apartment, their only light was from the streetlights, the dim reflections shining through the windows and filling the dark apartment in countless dark shadows and greyish gold shades. Chris didn't look around like he usually would have, he didn't care his surroundings now as he made his attempt to kiss the taller man with the passion he had hided all these weeks. He didn't think much, there wasn't even a bit hesitation in is movements and mind. But when he saw the amused smirk planted on Wesker's lips and felt a harsh grip on his shoulder, he instantly understood what he had done. And what he shouldn't have.
Much to his dismay, he didn't have time for backing down anymore: the next thing he knew was that his own back collided the hard wall behind him and his hands were pinned above his head. A quick yelp escaped from his mouth when his back and head hit the wall, immeadiately starting to ache. He cursed, both for his stupidity and the pain, bitting down his lip simultaneously that he wouldn't begin cursing aloud. He didn't want Wesker to point out the rudeness of that kind of language (it wouldn't be the first time) - he certainly didn't want to mess things up more than he just had.
He heard a low chuckling next to his ear and couldn't help blinking his eyes repeatedly. Was Wesker laughing at him? Was the man amused and not angry?
"Oh no you don't Christopher", Wesker said playfully, using his right hand to caress Chris' chin while his left hand kept Chris' hands above the head, "We may not be in the office but you still play my rules... remember that", he added, instantly starting to remove Chris's clothing from his upper body with the hand he just had had on Chris' face, certainly controlling the situation now completely.
He had never thought Chris as a submissive person, the boy just always somehow managed surpised him with his forwardness and actions when he the least expected it. And that fact only amused him more, even more than the fact that the boy seemed to never get the point that he would never let him to have control.
He was very willing to teach Chris his place... which was always beneath him.
Simultaneously as he kept Chris still that the boy couldn't surpise him anymore for today, he opened the green vest with his right hand and then raised Chris' white t-shirt with a shift move up so that the pink nipples were now visible to him. He smiled at the confused younger man as he leaned closer, and before Chris had even time to figure out what was happening, he started delicately nibble the boy's jawline. Just like he had thought, Chris let out a small surpised gasp and shivered slightly when he began moving lower on his neck, his lips and teeth relishing the exposed young and soft skin he had been admiring since the first day he had set his eyes on the young sharpshooter.
"Aahn.." a tiny moan escaped from Chris' lips when Wesker's tongue finally reached his left nipple. It felt all too good to even think getting his hands free or try to do anything clever. To be honest, he wasn't even sure if he could manage to free himself: his frists were already quite sore in Wesker's strong grip, but he didn't complain. Submitting was now the best alternative in Chris' mind - he didn't know what else he could possibly do now than that. His nature was against the whole idea of just staying still and letting Wesker do anything the man wanted to do to him but there didn't seem to be any other alternatives than it.
Even though his mind didn't like being under Wesker's mercy, his body didn't have anything against the sweet touches and licks. Everywhere where Wesker's lips and tongue touched his body had begun to burn and tingle – and in which Wesker still hadn't. His captain worked his chest like a pro, causing him deep shivers running down his spine for pleasure. Chris' nipples were completely virgin for sensuel touches and it shined out from his cheeks, making Chris feel slightly uncomfortable. None had ever before touched him in the same manner as Wesker did now and he felt very vulnerable and powerless under the teasing touches he wasn't used to. No matter how Chris tried to resist the urge to ask the questions in his mind, he eventually couldn't keep himself quiet when he felt Wesker's hand slowly moving lower on his waist.
"Wha-what are the rules then?" he moaned, bitting down his lip and closing his eyes when Wesker right hand wandered down on his crotch, "The first is that I don't have any rights to be on top, right? What exactly I need to do?" his breathing was already erratic and words came out of his mouth quicker than usually. A faint blush rushed over his cheeks for embarrasment of his lack of knowledge: he didn't know whether he should be doing something more than stand still and let the other man work on him. He had to admit that he didn't know anything about sex between two males, he hadn't thought it that far. He knew only the basics and that he had be the bottom.
The hand from his crotch came up to grap his chin and turned his head back at the older man. The strong grip forced Chris to open his eyes and meet Wesker's silverish green eyes. The man smirked and leaned closer to Chris' ear: "Nothing has changed... you only need to follow my lead and do as I tell you", he whispered to Chris' ear, starting to chew the earlobe as his hand went back where it was before Chris had said his questions aloud. He stared at Chris' defiant blue eyes, which now were slightly closed and shying away from his gaze, as he began to tease Chris' most private area tenderly. He smirked as he unbuckled Chris' belt and opened the throusers slowly, aslike he tried to make Chris feel even more pitiful and vulnerable than he already was. Maybe he should be more gentle and merciful to the unexperienced young man... too bad for Chris that this was all that he had planned: a total control of the head-strong brunet, not more or less.
Chris tried his all to keep himself from not letting out any noices of pleasure when the hand found its target. His pants had been roughly pulled down and remained around his bare thighs. If he hadn't felt the evening coldness in the dark apartment earlier, he sure felt it all too well now when his lower half wasn't fully covered. The wall was cold and hard, it felt awful against his still aching back and he couldn't help but notice that his arms didn't really enjoy being a long time above his head. Even though he felt slightly painful and cold, it was all replaced and forgotten within the heat he felt from the inside. His heart jumped in his chest for the excitement and pleasure and he couldn't control his breathing at all anymore. He knew he was completely hard and he knew Wesker knew it too.
If only Forest knew who with I am tonight...
He didn't smile at the though, neither felt bad for it. How could he? Especially when Wesker began to foldle his length a little faster and gave up teasing his waist and thighs, there was no regretness or embarrasment in his mind. He didn't give a fuck about what other people would say anymore. This was what he had wanted and had bargained for. No matter how wrong it was and how feminine he felt, he was about to enjoy this. To say the least, now enjoying was a lot more easier when he got the pleasure from more familiar area than his chest.
"Are we going to take this to bedroom or what?" he didn't notice himself talking before he had finished the sentence. He didn't know where the words had come from but it didn't really matter. He didn't want to be... fucked against a wall. There was a moment of silence after his question so he quickly made up his mind to add: "You know, the wall is kinda rough and cold..." he mumbled, not looking at Wesker's eyes. Just now he began to wonder when Wesker had took off his shades in the first place. He could have sworn that the man had wore them in the car... well, that didn't really matter. Sunglasses or not, he didn't want to see his captain's taunting gaze that obviously was there only for him.
"You're impossible, Christopher", an amused voice dragged him back to reality from his thoughts. He felt Wesker moving the pleasuring hand off his crotch slowly on his waist. Chris turned his gaze in the living room windows where the only light to the darkness came from, avoiding the sharp eyes of the taller man. He saw in the corner of his eye that Wesker had his head slightly tilted to the side, as if he was examinating him,
"Fortunately for you, I see no problem in the suggestion."
Immeadiately after he had got the words out, he let go his grip of Chris' hands and took a step back, leaving the young man confused for a second. Chris was about to say something back but shut his mouth, he had asked enough questions already. He didn't need to make himself feel even more ridiculous than he already felt his pants half way on and shirt tugged in his armpits. Not to mention that his green vest was still hanging on his shoulders... or to be exact, on his right shoulder. Well, at least now he had his hands free and his back didn't hurt so much anymore - he had something to be happy about even thought his lower half still paining him and requiring attention.
Damn he wanted to swipe that smuggy smile off his captains face when the man looked at him. He had to admit that he simply couldn't just stand still and let the other man control him completely, his little snap at Wesker proved that. Submitting was impossible to him, he had never been able to obey rules and superiors. Out of the blue he seemed to undestand finally what exactly Wesker wanted from him.
Wesker wanted him to submit completely and take everything he said and did without arguing. Wesker tested him, tested his nerves and ability to forget his stubborn nature. Damn, he should have known it that this wouldn't be just a fuck for lust. It was always one fight about power between them, no matter where they were and what they were doing.
The big question was now whether he should give in to Wesker and swallow his pride but get what he wanted quicker or fight and pay the price. Why from all the men in the world he fell in love with the bastard in front of him? Well, now he knew that he had other choices than just submit and take it. What ever he said or did, it only seemed to amuse his captain further. With that knowledge, he could fight back a bit and do something else than just wait and be pitiful. He just had to beware not to push it too far... as he usually did.
"I'm not that fascinating. Are we going or not?" he snapped at Wesker, now smirking back and showing no confusion or shame as he pulled his pants back on that he could walk if it was necessary.
"You can't even imagine how colorful personality you are", Wesker stated his eyebrow slightly raised, not answering the question. Chris gave him an annoyed glare but Wesker didn't see that, or he pretended that he didn't, and turned around and nodded Chris to follow him to the room that was a couple of meters away from them. Wesker opened the door and walked in, not looking behind him whether Chris was following him or not.
This time Chris looked around when he entered the room. The first thing he noticed was that there wasn't much in the room: a king-size bed, a wooden closet and two nightstands plus some smaller items like decorations. Above the bed was a large painting which was pretty much the only colorful item in the black-and-white room. There was no pictures or photos, the carpet was white and the sheets on the mattress were pitch black and the window didn't have curtains. Though they still hadn't switched on the lights, Chris somehow guessed that the carpet which looked like white had to be white just like he supposed the dark sheets had to be black. The room could have been a hotel room, it lacked of personality and looked like no one lived in it. Were the living room and other parts in the apartment similar? Chris tried to remember the living room and the corridor but he had to admit that he didn't remember anything specific: only that the corridor couldn't have had much on the walls because they hadn't dropped anything during their fight of power and the living room had a couch and a table near the large windows where he had been looking at just a couple of minutes ago.
His attention was soon paid elsewhere than the room decorations and furniture. Wesker had begun to strip off his greyish black vest and sat slowly on the bed, not paying any attention to the younger man. There was again a silence between them, it was not an awkward silence, more like a silence that didn't need explanation. What would they talk about anyways? They seemed to understand each other now completely: they both knew what the other wanted and didn't want and it was enough. Chris wanted sex, Wesker wanted control. Simple as that.
Chris decided to join the other man on the bed, but before that he took off all his clothing. Chris saw from Wesker's eyes that the older man hadn't expected that move from him, and Chris couldn't blame him for that. Chris hadn't planned that in advance either, it just felt like the best thing he could do and, well, practical. If he took off his clothes himself, he would have even that control over himself and they wouldn't need to take his clothes off later. Afterall, he had nothing to be shamed about in his body: he had a good reason to be a little proud of his hours that he had spent in the gym and exercising.
He smirked at his captain when he threw away the last piece of clothing he had had on just couple of seconds ago, "Is there something wrong?" he found himself saying, the first time feeling equal with Wesker during their time in the apartment. He was still not the one who controlled their space but the first time felt like a man he was. He felt strong and curious, capable to handle everything that Wesker had in mind, and not weak and pitiful when he couldn't do anything.
His captain shook his head in disbelieve, trying not to start laughing for Chris' quick changes of mind: At first the boy attacked him, then backed down and submissed completely and finally seemed to fight a bit back again. The boy seemed never stop surprising him...
"No, nothing at all", he said, a small hint of amusement in his voice, "I'm glad you finally found your spirit back, you almost began to bore me." He had wanted Chris just like he had had him against the wall a while ago but the newest change in Chris' attitude didn't bother him like he would have thought. Chris was entertaining when he was confused and under his total control but somehow he knew that the boy could be even more entertaining when he was a bit more active. He didn't want to make Chris too weak: If he had wanted to break the man's spirit, he would have done that a long time ago already. All he wanted was to make Chris moan for him, submit to his will: not break the man. But meantime also have some fun.
"Yeah, right", Chris rolled his eyes and sat next to the amused man on the bed, "I just... well, I still don't know how this kind of relationships work. Can't blame me, huh? I dunno how I should react..." he mumbled, feeling quite uneasy for the fact he had just admitted. He knew that Wesker had to knew that already but he somehow felt it important to say it aloud. He wanted to get on with this, the burning in his lower half was still there and he wanted Wesker to begin touching him again, he couldn't deny that fact, but he still wanted to be sure that if he lost his own control, Wesker would be careful. He knew that the first time always hurt.
"That you need to find out yourself", Wesker smirked as he pressed Chris against the mattress, this time more gently than against the wall. Chris didn't fight back and he responsed to Wesker's gaze with his own when the man was on top of him, watched him straight to eyes, "Meanwhile, I have something in mind", his captain added, his voice low once again and seductive, then leaned closer and kissed Chris on the lips passionately.
The hand found its target again soon after their lips met. Chris left out a soft huff and arched his back slightly to meet Wesker's pleasuring hand which he had already missed. No woman had touched him the same way as Wesker, his ex-girlfriend was nothing compared to Wesker's skilled hand that worked him, made him insane for lust within every stroke. When their kiss deepened so did Wesker hand fasten and Chris' moans turn louder, most of which were suffocated by the kiss. Chris didn't need much to be completely hard again, and Wesker noticed that soon as well.
"It's time to move on", Wesker said as he stopped pleasing the man beneath him. Chris nodded and maintained the eye contact, his eyes showing no fear or hesitation: "I'm ready. Do what you need to do", he said silently, giving Wesker the control over his body, "Just go easy, okay?"
Wesker didn't answer. He opened the nightstand drawer with his free hand, his other hand busy with steadying him above the younger man as he searched the necessary items he kept there in the drawer. It didn't take long until he found what he was looking for: a small portion of lubricant and a condom. Chris didn't say a thing when he saw these items though he was quite curious. He understood what for the lubricant was but he had never thought that condom was also necessary in sex between two male. It didn't really matter to Chris, he didn't even feel like thinking such things if he just got what he wanted without later regrets.
Wesker parted Chris' legs, lifting the right leg on his right shoulder. Ignoring the fact how uncomfortable the position felt, Chris tried to relax and kept himself from moving when he felt the fingers start caressing his entrance. He didn't look at Wesker anymore, he had all his mind control to focus on other things than the noice that left out when Wesker opened the portion and lubricated his left hand fingers. He didn't want to think about the fingers, he knew that if he began, he would start hesitating. No one had ever touched him there, there was still a faint sound in the back of his mind that told him that it wasn't normal.
"Relax", he heard Wesker saying, "It hurts at first but eventually it will feel better", he stated calmly and Chris nodded quickly, taking a deep breath and relaxed his muscles. He was ready for this, he couldn't be readier.
It was only one finger at first. Chris bit down his lip when the sharp pain reached his mind, it took all his will power to stay relaxed and still. His every muscle wanted him to resist the invader, get it out one way or another. Wesker didn't seem to mind his small moving and painful expressions, he kept on pushing the finger deeper, soon adding the second one when he felt the inner muscles slowly giving in. He had his right hand around Chris's leg that was on his shoulder, starting to caress it soothingly to distract Chris from the pain inside him. He didn't do it for kindness or sympathy, there was only one reason what for he wanted Chris to feel better and it was the pure fact that if Chris didn't get used to the fingers, he would end up raping the younger man. Or at least that was what he told himself.
"Damn, it hurts..." Chris moaned and almost bit his lips broken when he resisted the urge to get away from the awful fingers inside him. He almost had time to wonder why he even wanted this but then Wesker hit something inside him, something that made his hips jump up and mind fill in rapture. He didn't notice that his other hand had let go of its grip from the dark sheets and found Wesker's shoulder to hang on to, his short nails diving in to the fabric of Wesker's blue shirt.
"It will only get better from this", Wesker said, removing his fingers out of the man under him. Chris had never felt such a... feeling before. And it had felt unbelievable, he had never known that there was a spot inside him that would cause him incredible pleasure. He didn't notice Wesker's further preparings, all his focusion was on that amazing feeling that started to fade away with every passing second. He yearned for more, he didn't care about the pain anymore if sex really felt that good.
"I'll start to believe in that", he laughed between his deep inhales, not really sure if he should laugh or not. He knew that Wesker's delicate fingers were nothing compared to what he was going to get next...
Wesker lifted up his hips, positing himself better between the young man's legs. They stared at each other couple of seconds but none of them said anything, just shared their thoughts through their intense eye contact. Wesker's cold eyes didn't show much emotion, not more than determination and a hint of lust towards the man under him. Chris nodded as a go sign, his blue eyes showing not even a bit of earlier hesitations and messed thoughts. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes when he felt Wesker to begin pushing in.
It hurt more than Chris imagined. If he had thought the fingers painful, the real deal was a lot worse. But no matter how much it hurt, he didn't show it. He kept himself relaxed and breathed in and out as steadily as he could, his hand soon finding his own dick to pleasure himself further and distract him from the unbearable pain inside him when he noticed that Wesker couldn't do it for him. He knew that it would get better from this, no, it had to get better than this...
Wesker went slow at first, giving Chris time to get used to his size before he began to press further, making Chris moan both for both pleasure and pain. Between thrusts Chris made his attempt took off Wesker's shirt with his free hand that he wouldn't tear it with his nails, but the uniform pants stayed on the captain, the fabric colliding Chris' bare skin time to time when they began to move in rhythm, both of them trying to get all the possible pleasure from each other. The pain had passed already and there was only pleasure left in Chris, his body burning hot for the unbelievable feelings he got from both inside and out. He knew he couldn't make it much longer now, he had been hard awhile already, and he felt his limit coming nearer within every second and every strong and well-controlled thrust.
Wesker had let go of his leg, and for exchance he got a better access to Chris' body with his both hands on Chris' waist. Chris tied his legs around Wesker's back to get some support, making their moving a lot easier and faster possible."Wesker, I, uhhh... I can't..." he moaned when Wesker's hips managed to hit his ass harder than before, his cock perfectly hitting that sweet spot inside him dead on. Chris didn't notice at first Wesker's low pants next to his ear from his own loud moans and pants, but when he finally noticed he knew that Wesker had to be also getting close. He tried to hold the feeling and not come yet on his hand but he found it impossible when the accurate thrusts filled his mind again and again in cheer joy and pleasure. He had never known that he would feel that good...
Chris couldn't take it much longer and he came on his own hand and Wesker's lower abdomen. He left out a low moan as he came, his every muscle tensing around Wesker and almost forcing the other man come aswell. It didn't take long or many thrusts to that they both were panting, only their chests moving from exhaustion when they just laid there on the bed, neither of them bothering to say a word or move.
Chris closed his eyes, he wanted to enjoy the every second of the afterglow. He felt exhausted, he panted and huffed like he had just ran a marathon and he already felt his ass getting sore when the pleasure wasn't there anymore hiding the pain from him. He heard Wesker next to him open and close the drawer and supposed that the man was now already sitting on the bed instead of laying on it like Chris.
He felt Wesker getting up from the bed, but he didn't mind to open his eyes to look where the man was going. He heard Wesker to walk to the door and open it, and suddenly Chris made up his mind and opened his mouth to ask:
"Do you mind if I stay till morning?" he asked, and heard Wesker stopping at the door. Chris opened his eyes when the other man didn't say anything right away. He saw the man smirking at him and he had a towel in his hands, obviously going for a shower. For an obvious reason on his abdomen.
"I could call you a cap but no, I don't mind. But first you have to take a shower aswell before you fall asleep", he stated and vanished from the door, not seeing the smile on Chris' lips when the boy turned on his side and fell happily asleep, making a mental note that he could take that shower at morning.
Hello everyone! I'm finally back again ^^'' To say something for my defence, I haven't just sat around and been not writing without reason. I had planned that this chapter would have been published months ago but, as you can see, it's here just now. I've been terribly busy and... this chapter has an another version than just this. The first version didn't work out, I tried to make it work the whole August and September! . Finally I decided that fuck it and began to write this and I think I made the right decision. If I hadn't, I would still be writing that nonsense ^^''
Did you like the chapter? What went wrong? What was good? I'd love to hear what you think, I don't care what the comment is, I can handle criticism... I think o.o