Every memory…every thought of you…is inside of me…tells me what to do…t.A.t.U "Running Blind"

"Come out, come out, wherever you are…"

Chris could hear Wesker's footsteps, still faint and a ways off. He had regained most of his breath, and tried not to breathe loudly—he didn't want Wesker to find him while he was still recovering from the scars in his heart that were split wide open. First, it was the team, then Jill, then this…He really did find himself wondering if everything both he and others went through was worth a future without terror.

Well, getting rid of Wesker would eliminate a large part of that.

His resolve revived, he took the time to briefly survey his surroundings. The area which he and Sheva first entered might have been a ritual or burial ceremony ground. The room he was currently in looked like a resting place for a king, some of his servants, and the treasures they would take with them into the afterlife. There wasn't much treasure left around—it had either been stolen or had deteriorated.

Calculating Wesker's distance to the best of his ability, Chris decided that it would be okay to move without being heard. But only do God and the Devil know how well-tuned his hearing is…He sneaked to the other side of the room, went out, and glued himself on the side of the wall closest to the corner.

"You can't hide forever," Wesker declared with determination and annoyance.

His sunglasses flew off and blood poured down from his temple. Hissing in pain and holding the side of his head, he saw a flash grenade explode in his face accompanied by a very powerful flying side kick to his abdomen. The force sent Wesker flying into the wall behind him and sent pieces of a big vase flying everywhere. Some pieces stuck into his lower back and upper legs, and he couldn't remove them with an invigorated Redfield punching the living hell out of his face. He was immobile, still being dazed from the grenade. Chris was smart to shoot his sunglasses off—he wore them for more than the purpose of style. It would have been nice if the virus made him totally incapable of feeling pain, but pain reminded him that he was still living. Not human per se, but living.

"HOW DO—YOU LIKE THIS—YOU BASTARD!" The words were yelled in between huffs of air and were accompanied with punches and their impact on bone and flesh. Chris's gut was telling him to immediately back away from the tyrant and run, but his anger got the better of him. He also thought that the flash grenade and his very close and personal attack would give Wesker one hell of a headache for at a few moments. Blood was on Chris's hands, all over Wesker's face, and on the floor from the pieces of glass being embedded in his body. When the blood stopped flowing and the wounds appeared to be closing, that's when he needed to get away and plan his next attack. He had to get back with Sheva and then the two of them could attack him together. Something about being alone with Wesker made Chris uneasy, especially when he considered what he meant by "Let's take this somewhere more personal."

Chris began to get off of Wesker when he noticed how…peaceful the other man's face looked despite the blood and various little disfigurements Chris managed to inflict on his very tough skin and titanium-like skeleton.

"What the hell have you done to yourself Wesker…?" Chris sadly said as he recalled a fond memory watching the older man sleep beside him after one of their nights together.

A black-gloved hand shot up and gripped Chris's neck.

Yep…should have listened to my gut…

Wesker's inhumane, monstrous eyes snapped open. Amidst Chris's coughing, wheezing, and gasping, Wesker was working on getting up and removing the glass shards from his body. His lips curled into a smile as he looked up at his catch.

"Nice move Chris, and fun, but you're wasting my time." And with that Wesker took Chris into the room with the coffins. He smashed Chris down on one of them hard enough to knock the remaining wind out of him and pass him out for a few seconds.

How did he come to hate that face which he loved so much at one point? That face toughened by hard experiences, yet was still capable of innocence to melt any heart? That hair which he loved messing up just as much as he loved messing his in their little lust-filled battles for domination in which he would always win?

Ah yes, and he would win this one.

Good thing he ordered Jill to keep Sheva occupied at all costs. Now he would have his way with Chris.

In mere seconds Chris's pants and underwear were down on the ground, Wesker being careful not to rip them—it would be difficult to continue a mission without pants and underwear.

As Chris was coming to, he heard, "—only three minutes….—at a shame…better make this fast then…"

"…make…what…fast…?"

His breathing hitched when he realized that he was fully erect and throbbing all in a short amount of time. Semen was already dripping, and Chris was immobilized by the torrential wave of pleasure that was running through his being. Wesker was roughly kneading his balls, his cool-leathered fingers grasping and pumping at an inhumane speed, and his mouth…holy fuck his mouth…Chris couldn't recall his tongue being able to do to that. His hips tried in vain to keep up with the pleasure he was receiving. He wanted to be able to fully voice his moans and screams but they left as quickly as they came, being replaced and trying to mirror the speed at which the blowjob was going. But he couldn't…he just couldn't keep up…

How come every time I try to reach you, you're just beyond my grasp? You're unattainable, but I had you at one point. Yet that was so long ago I wonder if what we had was real. The scars that are left on my heart painfully and happily remind me that it was. And here I am, having something I've hated myself for wanting again, yet it's not with the same you…

Wesker devoured every last drop of Chris's release, signifying his dominance. Chris's eyes widened in terror as Wesker slid off his pants and thrust deeply into him, blood soon becoming the lubricant.

As Chris hoarsely screamed in agony as the result of the excruciating pain, Wesker was gleefully breathing destructive words into his ear.

"I…dominate you…conquer you Chris…in everyway…physically, mentally, emotionally…all of you belongs to me. Fill your heart with the bitter poison of hate…destroy yourself coming after me. You were mine before…now you are mine again."

Wesker deeply kissed Chris, exploring what he knew so well. Apparently, Chris still had some fire left in him—he bit Wesker's tongue hard. Wesker growled in anger and whipped his head back. Chris spit out the blood that came out. He wasn't sure if he could be contaminated by the viruses living in his body or not, but the last thing he wanted to have in his mouth was that man's blood. In retaliation, Wesker harshly bit Chris's neck. He lapped up the blood as if he were a vampire starved for days, the instincts of the virus kicking in.

To what felt like an eternity in both Heaven and mostly Hell to Chris, Wesker moaned deeply in the side of Chris's neck. Too many memories washed over them at that moment. Chris was on the verge of tears, but didn't dare show any signs in front of Wesker. Wesker pulled out, cleaned some of the blood off with his fingers, and licked his fingers clean, being sure to tease Chris the entire time. But Chris was too heart-broken and angry to pay notice to Wesker's seductive behavior. He stared hard while Wesker put his pants back on.

"That part of you died long ago…the part…I knew…the part that some of me belonged to…"

There was no mirth in Wesker's reply in a dark chuckle that sounded as if it could have come from the Devil himself. Saying this man was the Devil wasn't very far from the truth as far as it concerned Chris though. He fished out another pair of intact sunglasses from one of his pockets. Chris couldn't believe there wasn't even a scratch or dent on them after all Wesker went through. Maybe he figured out a way to infect inanimate objects with the T-virus to make them as resilient as he was.

Wesker's smile left his face when he heard Chris softly chuckling as Chris was putting his pants back on. He was wincing from the pain, but appeared to be in good spirits despite the scarring experience.

"What's so funny Christopher?"

"You need me just as much as I need you," he said with a wide grin. He reminded Wesker of a puppy.

Wesker's watch beeped. Chris felt that Wesker could have borne holes through it.

"It looks like more than our fates are intertwined Christopher." Chris saw only a blur, and he was alone in the room.

He proceeded to check on Sheva.

"God let her be okay—if I didn't leave her then what had happened wouldn't have. Partners aren't supposed to leave each other."

Guilt, anger, and violation gathered in his heart as he rushed back to the room. Jill was nowhere to be seen, and Sheva was okay.

"Thank God you're all right!" Some relief replaced the horrid mix of feelings he was already experiencing.

"Yeah…same to you!" Her smile faded when Chris turned away from her gaze and stopped smiling. A cold hand gripped her heart, accompanying the tension and anticipation that was already present in the room. Sheva was shaking as a result of the mixture of feelings welling up within her.

"…Chris? What's wrong?" Concerned etched Sheva's features as she noticed the change in Chris's spirit and the sizeable bite mark on his neck. "What happened?"

Their gazes snapped back up at Wesker when he said in a solemn tone that he was disappointed in their lack of preparation and skill after all the years he had been waiting. Then he got a phone call.

"Let's go!" Chris sharply said.

Whatever happened to Chris, Sheva would have to ask him later, but she had a sinking feeling that what she was thinking, and she wished she didn't imagine what it was, was what took place.