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Warning: Graphic Male/Male sex

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Chapter 18- Fight

No matter how much cats fight, there always seem to be plenty of kittens. ~Abraham Lincoln~

"I told you not to do it. I told you to stay where you were… and yet… and yet you went against my orders."

His voice was quiet, and bone chillingly cold. The barely contained rage behind his words leaked out occasionally, poisoning the room and those who heard it. Spider-like fingers were wrapped around a sheet of paper, crushing and crumpling it slowly and carefully, as if the paper were the other male's neck.

Albert Wesker was angry.

And it wasn't the regular anger either- there was a danger behind it all, a danger that no one was sure Wesker would be able to reign in and take control of if he had to- one that no one was sure he would reign in if he had to.

"I'm not apologizing."

Before Wesker stood Chris, eyes locked with grey orbs hidden behind sunglasses. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, jaw clenched as he defiantly stood before his Captain, a refusal to back down.

Brad sat awkwardly in his chair while those in Bravo team heard the conversation through the open door, eyes wide as they viewed the scene between the two men.

Jill had been taken home by Barry- the two of them unaware of the scene that was taking place. If Jill hadn't gone through what she just did, everyone would have said she was lucky to have missed this dangerous turn of events.

"If you want to keep your job and earn my respect, I would suggest you speak to me with more manners," Wesker snarled out as the paper he had been holding fell to the floor, the middle completely crushed.

"Why would I apologize to a man who doesn't give a flying fuck about his team?" Chris shot back.

"You jeopardized the entire mission with what you did, Christopher. I gave you multiple signals not to do anything, and yet you did it. Do you realize he could have killed Jill if you had hesitated for just a fraction- that he could have taken her life because of your reckless stunt?" Wesker's voice was rising with every passing second, and the air was thick with an unforeseen hazard.

"And if I hadn't done something she would have been shot anyways! I fucking did what no one else was going to do, and I saved her life!" Chris shouted back, making the fight between the two public knowledge to those who walked by the office.

"And you put everyone else's life on the line! The stray bullet he fired went through the ceiling and up to the 17th floor- almost hitting a civilian!" Wesker was shouting now as well, all of the anger he had been trying to keep back showing. His lips were drawn back in a feral sort of way- almost like an animal.

"I did what I had to do, and I don't give a fuck if you don't agree," Chris said before making his way to the office door. Ripping it open, he stalked down the hallway, shoving past fellow RPD employees.

"No, we are not done here!" Wesker called after Chris, slamming the STARS door behind him as he trudged after Chris, fire behind his eyes. Chris didn't listen to Wesker's orders to stop and continued on his path to god knows where, pushing people out of his way.

"Redfield, I order you to stop- as your Captain giving you an order you should bloody well stop," Wesker called before he caught up to Chris. Grabbing his arm, he whipped Chris around with more force than necessary.

Without missing a beat, Chris moved with the motion Wesker had forced him in and turned around, fist at the ready. Taking aim, he lay a perfect blow to Wesker's jaw, snapping his Captain's head to the side with the force at which he hit.

"Don't you dare fucking touch me," Chris growled out as Wesker pressed a hand to his split lip, blood beading upwards from the new wound. Not waiting for a response, Chris turned back around and continued on his way- this time with no one stopping him.

**XX**

Sitting on the steps of his apartment without a jacket on, Chris wrapped his arms around his chilled form and brooded, eyes downcast as the snow slowly fell on him.

After the incident at the office, Chris had stalked the streets without his jacket or house keys on hand, having left them in his locker back at the station. He realized how stupid it was to leave without them as soon as he had walked a block away, but his pride and anger kept him from going back.

So he wandered the streets, being careful not to slip on the ice and patches of snow that had melted and frozen over again as he thought about the day's events. He had planned on going over to Jill's, just to see how she was, but halfway through his thoughts he realized he didn't know where Jill lived exactly.

He was angry- really angry. He couldn't believe that Wesker would just yell at him like that; degrade him and scold him like a small child in front of everyone for saving Jill's life. The way he saw it, if he hadn't done anything then he knew someone would have gotten shot, one way or another.

A part of him had thought Wesker would have been proud and congratulated his quick thinking in that sort of situation- it was what STARS was trained for, wasn't it? Instead, Wesker had treated him like he was worthless, like what he did didn't matter.

The mission was more important to him than his own team, apparently.

Chris had always thought Wesker cared about his team- that despite his cool exterior he genuinely cared what happened to them. But now… now Chris didn't know what to think of the man.

It didn't help that the entire conversation about him keeping his job drew far too close to his Air Force days, specifically the day he was officially discharged. The familiar feeling of nausea and restlessness consumed him for a moment, and he felt like curling up into a ball and crying against the side of the building. Chris hated remembering that feeling- that feeling of not being worthwhile, like what he strived to do everyday meant nothing.

Chris just wanted to do the right thing; he wanted to be that big damn hero.

And Wesker just had to fuck it up. He always fucked it up for Chris, no matter what the situation was. His career, his love life, his sanity- all of them in shambles because of one man, one man who Chris cared deeply for and hated himself for it.

Growling, Chris stood up from his crouched position on the cold steps and trudged back to the police department, deciding that dying in the cold wasn't such a good idea. It was late enough that everyone should have gone home after such an evening, and it would be safe enough for him to grab his coat and keys before going home to brood in the warmth and safety of his little apartment.

It didn't take long for him to walk back to the station, and he could have kissed the furnace in the building when he felt the warm air hug him close as he stepped into the main lobby.

Hurrying to the locker room, Chris was stopped by a familiar voice.

"Chris, wait up!" Mindy called, her heels clacking against the tile floor of the station. Turning around, Chris saw Mindy all bundled up, stray hairs coming out of her bun and a weary look on her face.

"Hey… why are you still here?" Chris asked, hugging her quickly before pulling away, despite wanting to hold on to someone comforting for just a little while longer.

"With that crazy mission today I couldn't get out of here until later." Looking at her watch, Mindy's eyes got wide and she let out a nervous giggle. "I guess midnight is pretty late- dear me. A-anyways, I have something I need to tell you before you and I go home."

"What is it?" Chris didn't really want to hear anything else, and judging by Mindy's face it was bad news whatever it was.

"Well, uh… just an hour or so ago your Captain came storming into the office with some papers… he was going to just leave them on my desk but he saw me and… uh, almost threw them at me. A-anyways they're… well they're official documents basically saying you're on leave without pay… for a month."

Chris stood still for a moment, no emotion going through his already overstimulated mind. Wesker had put him on leave… for a month. He had basically fired him for a month.

That bastard.

"So I don't come to work... for a month," Chris said, tone surprisingly even as he looked at Mindy's worried face.

"Yeah… and without pay," Mindy added, cringing slightly as she did so.

"Well… thanks for telling me, Mindy. Go home and get some sleep." Chris smiled, although there was little warmth in his face. Patting her arm, he turned around and continued on his way to the locker room, completely void of emotion.

He knew he should be… upset, angry, desperate- a whirlwind of emotions. And he was all of those. But he didn't know which one he should be feeling the most- which one was worth all of the trouble.

Grabbing everything he would need from his locker, Chris slammed the cubby closed when he was done and headed to the parking lot- still in deep contemplation of how he should be acting at the moment.

It took him the entire drive over to Wesker's apartment before he realized that he wasn't driving home like he intended, but decided to go with what his subconsciousness was having him do and continued on his way to Wesker's.

Parking his jeep outside the expensive building, Chris jumped out and went to the main doors. He stood outside for a moment and contemplated how he was going to get in. He doubted pressing Wesker's apartment number and asking the man to let him in would work- he would probably just ignore Chris.

He was about to give up when a familiar woman appeared at the door, glittery make-up on her face while her husband stood close beside her- the two of them obviously just coming back from a party.

"Oh, uh… you're Mr. Wesker's friend," the young mother said, giving Chris a wary smile.

"Y-yeah, I am… but, well, he asked me to come over and I think he's fallen asleep and isn't answering his buzzer," Chris said, lying to the woman in order to get inside the building. He doubted telling her he was here to confront Wesker in a manner that would probably turn violent would get him inside.

Nodding, she unlocked the main doors with her key and stepped in with her husband before letting Chris trail in as well, granting him access to the man a few floors above.

"Thanks, I appreciate it." Chris smiled slightly and went to take the stairs to the appropriate floor, deciding that standing in a metal box wasn't the best idea given the current state his nerves were in.

Taking one step at a time, Chris went over his options. Maybe talking to Wesker would be okay- tell him how upset he was and talk about his god damn feelings. Maybe it would work… but talking to Wesker was like playing Russian roulette. Sometimes you would get the bullet.

Stopping outside the apartment door, Chris took a few relaxing breaths before knocking on the door, hoping Wesker wasn't asleep.

It took a moment before the door opened a crack, Wesker peering through the opening.

"Go away, Christopher, before I decide to fire you completely," Wesker said, his voice oddly calm given the situation.

Chris studied Wesker a moment, seeing the exhaustion in his eyes and the bruising of his jaw where Chris had punched him earlier. He was about to go home and leave Wesker be, but that nagging feeling persisted and Chris found himself pushing his way into the apartment.

It was by no means easy- Wesker repeatedly slammed the door on Chris' side and tried to shove him out numerous times before Chris got the upper hand and slid through the door and into the man's apartment.

He didn't have time to bask in the fact that he had made it in on account of his body being roughly slammed against a wall, arms pushed behind his back and held between a pair of strong hands.

"Fuck- what's all this for? I only came here to talk!" Chris cried out, trying to push his chest off of the wall only to be stopped by Wesker's body.

"I apologize if I am a little less than inviting when a man forces himself into my apartment after hitting me only a few hours ago," Wesker said, hot breath sliding across Chris' cheek.

"J-just let me go, okay? I promise I wont hit."

There was a pause, no man speaking or moving before Wesker let go. Stepping back from Chris, Wesker let him turn around and rub his wrists before punching Chris quickly- knocking his head to the side as his fist connected to his cheekbone.

"W-what the hell?" Chris cried out, cupping his cheek as he looked at Wesker, eyes wide.

"You said you weren't going to hit, but that doesn't mean I won't," he explained, shrugging slightly before he went in for another hit, only to have Chris dodge.

"This isn't fair, you bastard!" Chris dodged another hit, only to have Wesker counter with a kick to the man's shin. Hissing in pain, Chris grabbed at his bruising leg and shot Wesker a nasty look before making movement like he was going to attack him.

"I thought you said you wouldn't hit me," Wesker countered, watching Chris' fist fall to his side. Smirking, Wesker stepped back and gave Chris some space. "Still a man of your word despite being so angry… impressive."

"Fuck you- at least I have some fucking honour," Chris spat out, finding the urge to hit Wesker again ever-increasing.

"What is it you wanted to say- I'm tired and irritable, and frankly I can't stand the sight of you at the moment," Wesker said, not taking the bait.

"Why did you put me on leave? Why did you… why did you put me on leave for so long when you know I need this job, and when you know you need all the men you can get at the moment?"

"Simple- you're a liability at the moment- a renegade who can't be controlled. I need you to stand aside and look at your emotions before you come back, because if you don't I will fire you."

"You're heartless, you know that?" Chris said, rubbing his cheek as a bruise began to develop already.

"And yet you're still wishing to work alongside me… how odd." Wesker shrugged before looking at the door, indicating Chris should leave now.

"I don't just want to work with you, Wesker," Chris began, his emotions getting the better of him. He knew he shouldn't tell Wesker what he was going to say, but he couldn't stop himself- not now. "I want to be with you too."

Wesker raised an eyebrow, his attention going from the door to Chris in a split second. He looked like he was about to say something before Chris began again, desperate to get it all out now.

"I want to be with you on a physical level again as well as an emotional. I know I said I was fine with it being a one time thing- I know I said that but I didn't mean it. God, I k-keep… I keep thinking about you and I hate it, I hate that I want you so badly but I can't stop it. No matter how much I try I just can't.

"And it's not like I haven't tried- God, it's agonizing sometimes. I fucking hate it so much and I hate you, Wesker… I hate you but I want you at the same time. You're just so… so unattainable and I guess I've always wanted what I couldn't have."

Chris kept his gaze on Wesker the entire time, voice wavering with emotion. He was so annoyed at himself and at Wesker, and he knew he should be feeling something more- some sort of tender emotion, but he didn't. Again, it wasn't like in the movies where the confession ended in crying and smiles- this one was forced and painful, anger and bitterness evident in Chris' voice and posture.

Wesker stayed silent throughout Chris' confession, a guarded wall put up between the two of them through distance. When Chris was finished they stood looking at each other, tension radiating off of their bodies.

"What do you want me to do?" Wesker asked after a moment.

"I… I don't know, I just… I just want…" Growling with frustration, Chris grabbed Wesker's face between his hands and kissed him, pressing his body close against Wesker's stiff form.

As soon as their lips made contact, Wesker jerked back and tried to pull away before pushing Chris up against the wall, breaking the kiss with a snarl. "You split my lip earlier and now you just broke it open again."

Chris looked down at Wesker's lip, seeing a bit of blood bead upwards along the split. He slid one hand off of Wesker's cheek and went to touch the wound gently before Wesker moved his head away and pushed back to land an ill-placed hit on his stomach.

Chris let out a large puff of air and tried to curl in on himself as the wind was knocked out of him, before Wesker grabbed his jaw and made him submit to another kiss. Coughing into the kiss, Chris opened his mouth and tried to pull away this time, only to have Wesker shove his tongue into his mouth and glide over all of his weak spots.

Grabbing on to the blonde's shirt, Chris alternated between trying to shove Wesker off of him and trying to pull him close, unsure of what he really wanted.

Finally breaking the heated kiss, Wesker stayed pressed against Chris, a thin strand of spit connecting their lips. A moment between them passed, eyes locking before Chris looked down and started to rip at Wesker's shirt, wanting the garment off.

Wesker helped with removing it, and Chris shoved it down his shoulders and off onto the floor where his t-shirt soon followed. With their bare chests pressed together, Chris let himself be shoved against the wall once more, a leg wrapping around Wesker's slim waist to keep him close.

Tilting his head back, Chris moaned as Wesker left a trail of kisses and sharp bites down his neck, back arching against the wall. A stray hand wandered down and caressed the curve of Chris' ass before squeezing with more force than necessary.

Pushing himself off of the wall, Chris moved to kiss Wesker again, tongues battling for dominance as the two men moved from the entryway into the living room. They stumbled and grabbed at each other, looking for purchase as they tried to make it down the hallway and into the bedroom while still kissing and caressing, calloused hands dancing across skin and muscle.

One miss-step due to Wesker's hand palming Chris' groin caused him to pitch forward and into Wesker, who was ill prepared to keep the two of them up. Breaking the kiss just in time, they fell down onto the floor in the living room, Chris landing on top of Wesker with little grace.

Wesker let out a soft sound of discomfort as Chris slowly raised himself up above him, eyes heavy lidded as the two of them looked at each other. Blonde hair had come out of its usual hold, and rested against pale skin and across grey eyes that were boring holes into Chris.

Thin lips were open, breathing slightly laboured as delicate fingers came up to grasp Chris' forearm, nails digging in. Wesker looked so… vulnerable lying under him, his chest heaving and rising with Chris' own as he recovered from the fall.

A moment passed between the two before Wesker's eyes narrowed into thin slits.

"Whatever you're thinking, stop it," he growled out, trying to shove Chris off of him. Snorting, Chris locked his arms and stayed planted above Wesker, slowly grinding down on the man under him.

Letting out a gasp, Wesker stilled a moment before he renewed his struggle. "I'm not interested in having you on top of me like this." As he began to struggle again, Chris saw a moment of desperation in his eyes- vulnerability where there probably was none.

Letting his arms relaxed, Chris moved with Wesker as the older man pushed him over so he was on his back, naked skin sticking to hardwood floors. Kissing Chris with a ferocious lust behind it, Wesker ground painfully against Chris, making him cry out into Wesker's mouth- a hand coming up to tangle in blonde locks. Tugging at the fine hair, Wesker pulled back and groaned softly, pale neck stretched before Chris.

Moving upwards, he captured the skin under Wesker's chin in a kiss, sucking before biting down, feeling his Captain shudder above. Pale fingers gripped Chris' jaw painfully, twisting his head to the side and away from his neck- once again taking away any control Chris had on the situation.

Chris wanted to ask Wesker why he wouldn't allow any domination to take place, but bit his tongue while Wesker sat up and began undressing him the rest of the way, shoes being thrown carelessly across the immaculate living room. He didn't understand it- didn't see why Wesker was so afraid to lose that control for just a moment. He had pretty much bared his soul to him just mere moments ago, yet Wesker wouldn't even let him control certain aspects of their coupling.

Growling, Chris slapped Wesker's hands away and decided to take his pants off himself, eyes defiantly locking with Wesker's before they came off and were pushed away. Wesker smirked and tilted his head to the side while a palm came and slowly rubbed Chris' cock through boxers- teasing him.

Bucking into Wesker's hand, Chris' head dropped back to rest between his shoulder blades, elbows and forearms holding him up as Wesker's fingers moved into Chris' boxers to tease his balls.

"A-anyone ever tell you that you're a fucking tease?" Chris asked, breathing laboured and unsteady. Wesker growled softly, the low and sultry sound carrying to Chris like an aphrodisiac.

Taking his hand out of Chris' boxers, Wesker removed the garment quickly before spreading Chris' legs, shoving them to the side roughly while he moved upwards to kiss down Chris' neck.

Moaning, Chris kept himself propped up and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Wesker's tongue and teeth moving down his neck and chest, stopping to suck on a nipple.

Chris had completely lost it by now, his body on fire and nerves completely frayed- open to all sensations. He hadn't expected Wesker to do this with him again, hadn't expected to be so intimate with the man who owned his body now. Back in October he thought he had lost any chances with Wesker; that by saying he agreed it should be a one time thing he had thrown away the possibility of experiencing this again.

But clearly that was not the case and Chris intended on enjoying it all- surrendering himself to that primal urge to rut and not think about the consequences of his actions. He was still upset with Wesker, still angry and betrayed, but dear god, Wesker's tongue was making that hard.

Snapping back to reality, Chris looked down his body to see Wesker was going lower, tongue delving into his bellybutton in a teasing manner. Chris groaned softly and titled his head to the side, wondering what Wesker had planned.

What he had planned was certainly something Chris never expected.

Bypassing Chris' aching cock for the moment, Wesker spread Chris' legs wide and gripped his thighs with bruising force as his tongue slid across his sac, making Chris jump from shock. Wesker tongued his balls thoroughly before lifting his head to run along the main vein of Chris' dick, his hands sliding down to grasp Chris' hips- preventing any movement from the stunned man.

Looking down his form, Chris watched with fascination as Wesker sucked the head of his dick, concentration and desire evident on the man's features, blonde strands covering his eyes. Chris had always thought of a blowjob being done by the submissive, an act that exuded submission and obedience. But the way Wesker was controlling him made Chris feel even more like the docile one.

Wesker conducted how much Chris moved, when he would make a sound, and how much pleasure he would feel with just his skilled tongue. Dropping down on to the floor, Chris cried out loudly as Wesker took him fully into his mouth, tongue doing amazing things to his cock.

Whimpering when Wesker's head finally lifted, Chris lay on the floor, eyes squeezed shut as the image of Wesker's head between his spread legs imprinted itself upon his mind. Hearing some shuffling, Chris opened his eyes and looked up to see Wesker had undressed himself and was pressing himself between his thighs, a welcome feeling to Chris.

Kissing him deeply, Wesker made Chris taste himself upon his tongue- their spit mixing together as they ground together, cocks rubbing and sliding against each other. Finding purchase on Wesker's ass, Chris kneaded the strong muscles under his hand while pushing against him, desperate for the contact.

They broke their kiss after it began to grow uncomfortable, and Wesker pressed his cheek against Chris', hot breath sticking on the side of his face and ear. Bringing a hand between them, Chris grasped both of their dicks in his hand, sliding them together.

Touching another man's cock was still strange to Chris, but strange only in the fact that it was so satisfying to him. It felt silky and warm, an erotic feeling in such a situation. It also helped that it was Wesker's member he was touching; that a strong and independent man like Wesker was practically purring against his ear.

With the sounds Wesker was making and the feeling of flesh against flesh, he knew he wasn't going to last long and continued to pump their member's together, pre-cum and Wesker's spit adding to the lubrication.

Chris came first, his semen spilling into his hand with a loud cry, back arching and body shuddering against Wesker's as he rode out his orgasm- hand becoming shaky and unsteady.

Wesker continued to ride against Chris through his orgasm and after, his dick still achingly hard and in need of release. Using his free hand to massage Wesker's back, Chris continued to pump Wesker's cock- fingers gliding over the head before sliding down to cup his balls, gently tugging and massaging them before going back to his member.

He didn't know what it took to get another guy off, but he figured he would play with Wesker just like how he touched himself. One dick was pretty much like the other in many ways- or that's what Chris figured.

Wesker's breathing became heavier and faster against his ear, and Chris pressed his body close as the older male finally climaxed, a long purr accompanying the action as his semen coated Chris' fingers and stomach in long spurts, hips grinding against Chris' hand.

As soon as he was finished, Wesker collapsed on top of Chris, his arms giving out on him. Lying between Chris' legs, the two men stayed on the living room floor- breathing heavy and laboured as they basked in the afterglow.

Minutes passed, and Chris kept expecting Wesker to move away from him like last time- only he didn't. They just stayed together, bodies still intimately pressed close together.

"I'm still angry at you…" Wesker finally muttered, his face buried in the crook of Chris' neck. "And you're still on leave for a month with no pay."

"And I'm still angry at you, so I guess it works out," Chris said, one arm going to rest beside his head as his other stayed wrapped around Wesker's body. "And I'm still serious when I say I want to be with you."

Lifting his head up from Chris' neck, Wesker peered down at Chris for a moment, eyes unusually soft before they went back to their normal indifference.

"As you wish," he said before getting up and off of Chris. Sitting down beside him, Wesker peered out the window of his apartment- the curtains drawn back to show the snow-filled park.

"As you wish? You mean… you mean that we can… you know," Chris began, looking at the way Wesker's jaw caught the light- his gorgeous profile illuminated thanks to the light from the living room and from outside contrasting, making it stand out to Chris.

"I never said anything about starting a relationship, Christopher. I don't know about calling each other boyfriend or partner… but I would not be opposed to doing this with you on a regular basis."

Chris snorted and looked away, a hand coming down to lazily scratch his stomach, only to come across the semen that lay across his bronze skin. Sitting up with some difficulty, Chris stayed beside Wesker, the two battered and bruised men both looking outside at the falling snow- silence once again blanketing them.

They were complete opposites, in both appearance and personalities. And yet they mixed well together- complimented each other even when they felt like they were the worst match in the world.

Resting gently against Wesker, Chris pressed their shoulders together and let out a soft sigh, exhaustion overcoming him.

In the morning he would probably hate himself for giving into Wesker so easily… but for now… well, for now he was content with simply being close to a man he both hated and admired at the same time.

He hoped Wesker would come to feel the same way over time.

Violence, punchy punch, and then FROTTING! Oh yeah, and a blowjob! There we go guys, Chris and Wesker are officially together. You've waited patiently, and you finally get your reward! Of course, this doesn't mean smooth sailing for our star crossed lovers, but it does mean they'll be doing the horizontal tango more often- if you know what I mean. Anyways, once again I would ask if you guys could go read the contest rules, and then ENTER! Because we need more WeskerxChris lovin's. I just hope that the prizes are to your liking! And again, THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS! You guys are seriously blowing my mind away with how totally amazing you are. Truly, I appreciate your support a lot. Thank you!