Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the below piece of fiction, Capcom does.

Warning: Graphic MalexMale sex

Authors Note: This chapter is dedicated to Tyrann who won third place in the WxC 'Monster' fanfiction contest~! I know it's been a while since I did the contest, but I was saving this chapter just for you! I hope you're still reading through the story! Anyways, you guys are gonna like this chapter, I know a lot of you have been requesting this... theme, so here we go!

Chapter 36- Love

Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense. ~Mark Overby~

When Chris woke up, he was greeted with the first few morning rays shining in his eyes, blinding him momentarily. Groaning, he squeezed his eyes shut and shifted his face into his pillow, trying to block out the light.

It took him a few minutes of lying and not moving to remember last night, and when he did he wished he hadn't thought so hard to remember. He had been safe—secure in the ignorance that came with just waking up. But that feeling never lasted, and when it left it usually left Chris with either a feeling of excitement, or dread.

Today was a day that Chris could see no possible way of looking up. He was in pain, for starters. When Wesker had entered him last night he'd been rough; too rough. He thought maybe something tore, but couldn't be sure. But his lower area was throbbing now, a dull ache that wouldn't go away no matter how hard he tried not to move—even breathing sent little tiny shocks through him.

He wasn't even going to begin to assess his emotional side. He would just stick with the physical side for now... Emotions could wait. He simply continued to lie in bed, not knowing what time it was but unable to really care. Yes, he had a mission, and yes, important things were going to happen today... But he didn't want to face those either. Emotions and responsibilities be damned, Chris just wanted to sleep for a million years.

But feeling a shift in the bed snapped him out of his daze, and he jumped a little, surprised Wesker was still in bed with him. Trying to decide on whether or not he would continue feigning death or roll around to finally face Wesker, Chris took too long and had Wesker decide for him. Feeling an arm wrap around his waist, he stiffened as Wesker pulled him against his chest, long, delicate fingers sliding down his abdomen.

Damn, it felt good to have Wesker touch him again. But no, Chris was not going to let this happen again. He was actually going to get something out of Wesker.

Pulling away, he heard Wesker growl softly as he turned around on the bed, sitting up to look down at Wesker. His hair was tangled and splayed out on the pillows, grey eyes staring up at him, making Chris feel uneasy. His face was oddly relaxed given the circumstances, but he had bags under his eyes, visible even with the shadows playing across his face from Chris' bedroom blinds.

"What the fuck is going on with you?" he found himself saying, voice still rough with sleep.

"Nothing."

"Bullshit. You don't just come into my apartment, bulldoze down everything I had built up to get over you, brutally fuck me, and then say it was nothing." Chris was sick and tired of Wesker dodging the question or outright lying.

Continuing to lie on the bed, Wesker looked away for a moment, the corners of his mouth tensing before he spoke. "I needed some stress relief... A moment to forget about what has been going on as of late. I thought you would understand such desires."

"I would if you had said something to me," Chris said, running a hand through his hair. "God, Wesker... What did you expect I'd think when you did what you did? You scared me." Chris didn't usually admit to being scared or frightened, and he certainly didn't want to admit it to Wesker. But it slipped out at the end, and it was too late to take it back.

"I apologise for any discomfort I may have caused," Wesker said, sitting up to look at him. "Could we speak about this later, though? I need to return to my apartment to prepare for today."

"No."

"Chris, this isn't up for discussion..." Wesker said, as if he was Chris' school teacher and he was acting up in class.

"No, we need to get this cleared up now—I need to get over you."

Raising an eyebrow, Chris saw something flash in Wesker's eyes, a moment of softness in his usually hard exterior before it was quickly swallowed up once more.

"Are you that eager to forget about us?" he asked, making Chris falter. He had expected Wesker to get up and leave, or perhaps demand that Chris stop being overly sensitive. He was so ready to hear something like that that he already had his mouth open with a comeback.

"Yeah, well... Wait..." Trailing off, Chris peered at Wesker, trying to catch that bit of emotion he'd seen before, only to be staring back at a statue. "I'm not eager, but I need it. Wesker, you're keeping me up at night, haunting me during the day, and constantly reminding me of what it was like to be—"

No... No, he wasn't going to say it. That word did not co-exist with him and Wesker, and he would never say it to himself nor anyone else.

"Like to be what?" Wesker asked, although he seemed more interested than he was letting on.

Glancing away, Chris went to stare at Wesker's toes which were peeking out from under the blanket, trying to get his emotions in check before he blathered on about something he didn't care to share.

"I just wanted us to work out," he found himself saying, voice unusually soft for him. "I wanted us to have a real relationship... I gave so much up for you and you just didn't care. You lied, you used me, you abused me in some ways... and I kept coming back because I thought you would give me that sign that you cared."

Finally looking up, Chris locked eyes with Wesker, his jaw tight as he almost physically pushed back the emotion in his voice.

"What was that sign?" Wesker asked after a time, their gaze never breaking.

"I... I don't know. I just wanted to know I was accepted and that I meant more to you than—" Freezing, Chris suddenly felt Wesker's hand cup his cheek, his spider-like fingers reaching to his brow while his thumb brushed his lip.

"Don't say anything," Wesker said, his voice suddenly quiet as he leaned in to kiss Chris slowly, tender and soft in its approach—completely different from last night. For a second Chris wanted to push him away, but that was only for a second before the kiss consumed him and his will finally broke. He had said what he needed to say, gotten it out and over and done with. This was Wesker's reply—a kiss. And in the back of his mind, Chris wanted more and tried to tell himself he deserved more; he deserved to hear Wesker's thoughts and his view on their relationship, but he would never get it.

He thought the kiss was Wesker's answer, that he just wanted Chris' body and cared little for his emotions, thoughts, and ideas... But then Wesker did something—he shifted a little and pulled Chris down with him.

Falling back on the mattress with Wesker, Chris found himself on top of him, the kiss still going on. Surprised by the position, Chris stiffened and as a result, faltered into the kiss before breaking it as Wesker shivered under him.

"What are you—" he began, only to have Wesker interrupt.

"I told you not to say anything," he said as he slowly, almost hesitantly spread his legs to accommodate Chris' form. Sliding in between Wesker's warm, strong thighs, he was completely baffled by Wesker's behaviour, before he realized...

This was Wesker's answer.

This was what their relationship was to him. A relationship of give and take; one that involved a transformation on both of their parts—a transformation that had to happen for the both of them in order for the two of them to have worked at all. Chris thought he had been the only one to change, that he had been the one to question his sexuality and ideas about the world as he grew attracted to Wesker.

But now he realized Wesker had changed too. He had begun to laugh and smile, had begun to share his emotions a little more freely, and had actually welcomed Chris into his life; a life he gathered very few had ever really seen. And now Wesker was handing the reins over to him, giving him that control to show him that sign he had been so desperate for before. A sign that said he was willing to be in it just as much as Chris was... That he was willing to change and try something new, just like Chris had done months ago.

Moving to kiss Wesker again, he let him dominate the kiss so as to not freak him out too much, as he began to slowly grow once again accustomed to lying on top of another person—feeling their legs slide against his side in a warm, erotic way that made him feel comfortable. He was still having trouble convincing himself that this was real and not a dream, but the ache he felt in his lower half as he rubbed experimentally against Wesker reminded him this wasn't a dream.

It didn't turn him off from what he was doing, though.

He could feel Wesker bring his hands up to grasp his arms, and tried not to wince as he tightened his grip while he ground down on him, getting their cocks to slide against each other in an attempt to get them both aroused. For Wesker's part, he wasn't freaking out too much, most of his apparent unease centered in his hands as he squeezed and released Chris' biceps a few times. His grip did eventually relax, and Chris could feel him getting a little harder as they ground together, Wesker's hips moving up a few times to meet Chris halfway.

Finally breaking the kiss, Chris let their lips brush for a time, their breathing becoming heavy and hot, making him moan softly as Wesker's breath washed over his mouth, the nerves on his lips tingling. Opening his eyes to lock with Wesker's, he brought his forehead down to touch his as they continued to move together, their bodies in perfect harmony. Save for Wesker's hands, which had gone from his biceps to his shoulders, long fingers digging into the skin there.

"Relax..." he found himself whispering, even though he was as nervous as Wesker was. He had never imagined he'd be doing this with Wesker—never thought he would get to experience something like this with another man. And it terrified him in a way.

What if he was bad? What if he hurt Wesker? What if Wesker freaked out in the middle of it and hurt both of them?

Trying to push away the trepidation he was feeling, he let out a shaky breath just as Wesker closed his eyes, breaking their connection. Chris watched as he furrowed his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth still tight as he tried to relax. The nerves would get the better of them if they didn't stop worrying so much.

"If you're uncomfortable we can stop," Chris said, his hips stilling as Wesker continued to stay stiff under him, muscles occasionally shuddering as his nerves had a physical effect on him.

Letting out a deep breath, Wesker clenched his jaw before opening his eyes, glaring up at Chris. "I told you to stop talking." And then he pushed his hips up, their cocks once again sliding together.

Deciding to let Wesker do what he wanted, Chris moved to kiss down his neck, stuffing his face in the crook. He smelt like spices, warmth, sex, and a hint of musk, and Chris couldn't get enough of it. Trailing his kisses back up, he went to nibble on Wesker's earlobe, relaxing into the more dominating roll for both of their sake. Someone had to calm down, and for once he would be the one to do it.

He could hear Wesker let out a soft hum as he sucked on his earlobe, and slowly but surely he began to relax, his thighs no longer shaking against Chris' sides. Instead, they were still and warm, giving Chris a silent go ahead to move further.

Lifting his head up, Chris moved so he was resting a little above Wesker, one hand going to rub his thigh. "C-can I—"

"Yes," Wesker said, as if he had read Chris' mind. Nodding, he moved to open the drawer beside his bed, fishing around for the lube and condom he'd kept there since Wesker had made a few visits in the past. Finding the bottle and a condom, Chris sat back on the bed and watched as Wesker closed his eyes and moved a little, exposing himself.

Swallowing thickly, Chris admired Wesker's alabaster skin and how his hardening cock contrasted beautifully against it. He had never had a man do this for him—never really been in a position to see someone just as powerful and dominating as him give and expose themselves willingly. It was a rush for Chris, to see this, to experience this with Wesker, of all people.

Once again calming himself, Chris squirted some lube onto his fingers, warming it a little before he moved his fingers down to Wesker's entrance, pausing just before touching.

He'd never done anything like this and it made him nervous once again. He knew how Wesker did it, but he never actually saw it all himself, having not been fortunate enough to be born Mr. Fantastic. "I don't... I mean..."

Sitting up a little, Wesker kept his legs spread and reached down to grasp Chris' wrist, pulling his hand close to his hole. "Use your pointer first, and wait for me to say it's all right to add a second," he explained, dominating despite what he was letting Chris do. Nodding, Chris took a steady breath and let Wesker relax on the mattress before he slid his finger slowly into him, mind going blank for a second. Wesker was tightening and then relaxing against the intrusion, making it a little difficult to get it fully in, but Chris continued until he was in all the way. He moved it carefully as he read Wesker's reactions, realizing it was new, uncomfortable, and probably a little frightening—he should know. But he soon managed to get a second finger in, and couldn't help but grin in triumph as he found Wesker's prostate.

Gasping softly, Wesker's toes actually curled a little as Chris stroked it, hopefully giving Wesker a whole new appreciation for being on the bottom sometimes.

"Does this feel good?" he found himself asking, hoping Wesker was enjoying this.

"Stop talking," Wesker growled out, hair clinging to his forehead as he began to breathe a little faster, Chris' fingers apparently having quite the effect on him.

Again, Chris shut up and prepared Wesker until he could feel him getting a little looser. He didn't know what constituted as being ready when he couldn't personally feel it himself, and waited until Wesker's breathing evened out a little and his eyebrows were less furrowed.

Nodding once, Wesker moved to swat Chris' hand away, signally he was ready. Moving his hand, he went to grab the condom, figuring Wesker wasn't ready to have bareback sex. Sliding the condom on, he found it a little strange to be wearing one again, but got over it soon enough as he looked at the sight before him. Wesker seemed to have relaxed a little as Chris put the condom on, and was lying before him, his legs spread and his cock half-hard as he stroked it slowly, trying to keep himself aroused. His mouth was parted, and he was gazing down his body at Chris, grey eyes like steel with lust lingering behind the usually stoic expression. He was gorgeous, and Chris found himself moving to kiss Wesker deeply, his body once again resting over top, their heartbeats connected as they lay together. Shifting their angle, he deepened the kiss as his cock touched Wesker's entrance hesitantly. But once again Wesker became stiff, and he tried to soothe away any further hesitation by kissing his bottom lip gently.

Breaking the kiss, Wesker caught his breath as he looked down at their forms. "Sit up a little and guide yourself in... I'm not loose enough for you to easily slide in from this position," he explained, making Chris glad they didn't do a lot of dirty talk.

"Are you sure you want this?" Chris asked one last time, wanting Wesker to be behind this completely. If he wasn't and he would regret it, Chris would probably not live to tell the tale.

"I'm bloody well fine, now do this before I do change my mind," he practically barked out, and Chris wished for a moment that Wesker was a little more romantic. It wasn't every day someone gave themself like this, and Chris wanted to savour the moment. But he had to follow his Captain's orders, and this was one he was more than willing to comply with.

Positioning himself carefully, Chris took a second to calm his own nerves before he pushed in slowly, a soft groan escaping as heat enveloped his cock. He hadn't been inside anyone for some time, and he found himself overcome for a moment, moaning as he moved in all the way. Wesker felt amazing, his entire being surrounding Chris, inviting him and keeping him close. Finally, they had shared something that not even Wesker could deny was special.

They were equal now.

Shaking above him, Chris opened his eyes to stare down at Wesker, watching his features as he adjusted to the foreign body inside him. Hearing a soft moan escape, Chris shuddered once again, his cock jumping inside Wesker. He wasn't going to move until Wesker told him he was okay, but it was so damn tempting to thrust into that warm, almost hot heat inside.

"G-go," Wesker finally panted out, eyebrows furrowed together while his hands once again found purchase on Chris' shoulders, squeezing as he finally pulled out before moving back in. He kept it slow while he moved in and out of Wesker, trying to keep himself grounded as the feelings washed over him, setting every little nerve in his body on fire.

It was overwhelming.

Picking up the pace as Wesker began to move against him, Chris ducked his head down and kissed Wesker deeply, letting him take back a little bit of that domination through the kiss. With one arm resting near Wesker's head, Chris slid his other down to grasp his thigh, caressing it as best he could as they coupled. Wesker felt amazing under him, moving with him and opening himself up to him. He couldn't have asked for anything more from Wesker than this, a sign that he was slowly changing—for the better.

They stayed together for what seemed like hours, both of them holding out for as long as possible as they kissed, bit, sucked, and licked. At one point in time, Chris had to pull out when Wesker got a little too nervous, his hands crushing the bones in Chris' arms. But even then they stayed lying together, ravishing each other and keeping as close as possible until Wesker was ready to go again.

It only took another ten minutes after he was back inside that Chris found himself coming close to the edge, his speed picking up a little as Wesker further relaxed to accommodate him. Lifting himself up, Chris watched as Wesker brought a hand down to stroke himself while the other went to push up against Chris' chest, the veins in his hands contrasting against his pale skin.

"I-I'm close," Chris admitted, looking down to admire their joined forms, his tanned hips pressed close against Wesker's ass. They contrasted so much, and yet they worked...

"It's all right," Wesker panted out, sweat forming between their bodies. Letting out a soft huff, Wesker continued to stroke himself as Chris sped up, unable to stop himself now.

Moving once more, Chris suddenly came, mind going awash as he ground into Wesker, eyes squeezing shut as he panted out Wesker's name. He wasn't thinking about anything but Wesker—and he repeated his name in his head like a mantra. He had gone from hating Wesker mere hours ago, to never wanting to feel such confusion and animosity towards him again. Riding out the feeling, Chris dropped his head down and eventually just stopped thinking all together, the orgasm different than the ones he had been experiencing before, the sensations and emotions making everything that much better. He was in ecstasy.

Finishing eventually, Chris opened his eyes just in time to see Wesker orgasm, lucky enough to catch the beautiful site that eluded him for so long. Never had Wesker let him see his face as he came—never let him admire the view as Wesker lost control for just a single moment. But now Chris got to see it, his mind once again finding it hard to think about anything but him. His brow was slightly furrowed, his thin, pink lips parted, and his cheeks flushed. His eyes were closed as strands of hair rested across his forehead, the soft gold and silver catching the light from outside. And his head was tossed back, neck muscles tight as he purred out what sounded like Chris' name in that low, English drawl.

And all of a sudden the past regrets and hurtful things that had been said and done were in the past, making Chris willing to move on if Wesker was. Move on together.

When they had both finished, Chris stayed poised above Wesker until he opened his eyes, ecstasy still evident amidst every other emotion he must have been feeling yet Chris couldn't even begin to guess at. Collapsing finally, he laid on top of Wesker for a moment, shuddering and breathing heavily as he tried to come to terms with what he had just seen and experienced. Wesker had let him inside. He had let him dominate him and become equal... Chris felt as high as a kite at the moment, every fibre of his being humming with an afterglow he had never felt before.

But the moment didn't last long before Wesker was moving, struggling under Chris. "I need you to get off." Listening to his tone, Chris realized Wesker was going to get violent in a few seconds if he didn't move, and found himself getting up and pulling out quick as a whip, moving to sit on the other side of the bed. He watched as Wesker quickly closed his legs before sitting up as well, his movements shaky and hesitant, as if he was unsure if his limbs still worked. He could hear him take a deep breath as he shifted, and his grey eyes strayed downwards to inspect his legs, thighs slick with sweat.

"May I use your shower?" he asked as he went to rest on the edge of the bed, shoulders hunched forward as he once again physically closed himself off.

"Y-yeah," Chris said, not touching Wesker while he stood up and created further distance between them. "Are you okay?"

If Wesker already thought this was a mistake...

"I'm fine, Chris... I'm fine," he said, turning around to look Chris over carefully. For a moment he thought Wesker was already regretting it, but when he turned around he could see that he seemed more shaken than anything else. He wasn't used to giving away so much control, and Chris would let him work his feelings out on the matter.

Waiting until Wesker had entered the washroom, Chris didn't move until the door was closed and the sound of the shower carried through. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Chris took the condom off and tossed it in the small garbage beside his bedside table, then stood up to open his window, his feelings suddenly becoming clear as the wooden window frame slid against the wall.

He had been so caught up on forgetting about Wesker and reassuring himself that he could move on that he had missed one very important thing—one important part that had prevented him from getting the peace he was so desperate for. But now he could admit it—now he knew what that missing thing was, and he was ready to place it in its rightful spot to complete the puzzle.

Letting the muggy, summer morning air inside, Chris stuck his head out the window and rested his arms against the frame, fingers interlocking before him. With the sound of the shower in the background and the smell of cut grass and sex around him, Chris finally whispered what he had refused to admit out loud even when alone.

"I'm in love."

OH HO HO HO! Bottom!Wesker! FINALLY! You guys, I adore Bottom!Wesker- it's my favourite thing when it comes to this pairing, seriously. I've written other bottom!Wesker stories since I wrote this chapter, but none have seen the light of day due to me wanting to keep this chapter special! But hey, now that this story is officially one year old, perhaps I'll post a one-shot I wrote a while ago that has a whole lot of bottom!Wesker- more graphic and sexy than this chapter. It will be a gift to all of you for sticking by me as this story grows more and more massive! Anyways, thanks for reading, you guys rock!