"Ow- fuck! Not so hard." I complained through a breathy moan then Wesker's teeth came away from my shoulder. I wanted to reach back to feel if I was bleeding from that one but I knew better than to possibly ruin this for both of us, I'd probably smell the metallic scent of it if I was anyway. Quickly throwing my hand onto the wall in front of me, I was able to stabilize myself for his next aggressive thrust into me- maybe going harder in fucking since I made him stop biting. I'd already cum but rather than be driven to cum again, I only got overstimulated. It wasn't painful but it was exhausting and I barely had the strength to keep myself upright against the continued assault on my ass. Wesker's dick pounded me into my desk but I was resolved to remain up, my legs holding me straight and my hands supporting on the hard surface under me.
I hadn't been expecting this today, I'd just been about to leave the room for some food when I noticed for the briefest of moments that the recording light on the camera just overhead turned off. The next thing I knew Wesker was slamming me into the wall as he yanked my pants down to my knees. He was inside me the next moment and from his teasing about how tense I was, I guessed he was trying to get at least close to what he was thinking it might feel like to fuck me while I was tense and nervous- like from being watched while doing it. Unfortunately for him it didn't last that long since I eased back into him after the initial shock was over. I guess he didn't like that because he got more aggressive after that, later pinning me face down to my desk though I eventually fought my way up onto my hands.
"Chris." the blond behind me growled as his arms wrapped around my torso and lifted me to a standing position, thankfully helping to hold me up so I didn't fall. His face buried into my neck but he didn't start biting me again, instead his lips forming muffled whispers of my name. I knew he was about to finish in me, his body tensing and his fingers digging into my chest and stomach as he tightly held onto me. His thrusts sped up even more and I threw my head back onto his shoulder as I cried out at the intense sensation. He came with a final vocalization of my name, his hips stuttering with his release. As soon as the blond's arms loosened their grip on me, my body fell forward onto the desk because I was far too tired to keep myself up. Wesker slumped against my back, panting almost as heavily as I was. I had to move my elbow under me to prevent his added weight on top of me from pinning me to the desk's surface. I was too worn out to support my own weight, let alone his but I didn't say anything about it for now. I'd let him have his moment of aftermath bliss before I spoke up to get both of us back to bed.
As far as I was aware I blinked and opened my eyes again to changed surroundings. No longer was I at my desk with Wesker leaning over me, I was in bed now staring up at the ceiling. Turning my head to the right, I saw my lover asleep next to me and smiled in relief. I could only assume that I passed out from sheer exhaustion and Wesker carried me to bed before falling asleep with me. Though upon inspecting myself a little more, I realized he first took the time to clean me up and even dressed both of us in a pair of sweatpants. I carefully turned over and kissed the other man's head before resting back on the pillow. From my movement he stirred, scooting closer to me and slinging his arm over my waist before settling again with a more content expression. I hummed to myself in satisfaction and leaned forward just enough to gently press my lips to his.
"I'm sleeping." he muttered tiredly though he didn't sound like he was complaining and I chuckled.
"I'm not keeping you up." I stated before kissing him again.
"That's exactly what you're doing." he countered though he opened his light orange eyes to see me as he pulled himself up onto his elbow so he could lean over me. He continued to kiss me, subtly pushing me onto my back as I wrapped one arm around his shoulders and the other touched his side and slid around his lower back. I deepened the kiss and he accepted my tongue as one of his arms moved to my other side to help keep him up. When he pulled away from my mouth I made a sound of objection which made him chuckle darkly at my pouting. He laid himself over my chest and settled his head into the crook of my neck. I was hoping he was going to continue but no, he was just getting comfortable so he could fall back asleep.
"This was a trick." I complained in disapproval even as I wrapped my arms around his body to hold him close to me.
"Sorry Dearheart but I am rather tired." the blond explained and I nodded in understanding. I was too- and getting more sore the longer we were at it, but the desire to be even closer to Wesker hadn't left me yet. In all honesty… it was only getting stronger. I didn't want to admit it but I was getting nervous and fear was creeping its way into me with each passing hour. We only had a few days left together like this. Though I'd decided to accept these happy times, I was still afraid of what would come next. I wanted to be as close with Wesker as I could before it was potentially over. "Rest now Chris, I can fuck you more later." hearing those seductive words sent shivers of excitement through me.
"Hearing you talk like that is still kinda weird." I commented even as I settled back into the mattress.
"I thought you liked it, that's the only reason I've been doing it." he stated with confusion as he turned his head to look at me.
"I do." I told him with a quick nod. "I'm just still getting used to it." seeming satisfied with that answer, Wesker went silent and soon dozed off on top of me. I spent a sleepless while running my fingers up and down his back before I too drifted back into the darkness.
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Wesker tilted his head at me curiously when I trailed off from telling my story and didn't continue. We had tried to watch some tv after my workout was finished but we both got bored with it so we just ended up reading letters and talking instead. He waited for some time before asking what was wrong but I only shrugged and settled against him on the couch.
"It's just a little strange to me, talking about all the happier times I usually try to forget." I told him before pressing my face into his chest. We started with a little more about that "what if" scenario which always included STARS and the possibility of it not ending the way it had. That turned into us just sharing stories about our time back then and rather than trying not to think about the positive memories that hurt to remember, I laughed along with my unlikely lover. Even things we had both been there for were nice to talk over and get each other's perspectives. Especially because Wesker was such a stone wall that I never understood back then, it was nice that I could now ask about his side of things from things I may have misunderstood.
"You have expressed that I was the most painful part of everything that happened back then." the blond pointed out as he trailed his fingers softly over my scalp. "Perhaps this new acceptance between us has lifted some of that bitterness to allow the good to feel like it finally outweighs the pain." he theorized and I nodded slightly.
"Maybe." I sighed and placed a kiss on his shoulder where I could easily reach. "You remember before when I said I wasn't sure I could be happy again?" I felt him nod his head. "I think that was always in part because of STARS. Whenever I think about 'happiness' I think about what we all had back then because that was the first time I'd felt like I belonged anywhere since my parents died. You were a big part of that." Wesker shifted a little to get his arm around me, his hand resting over my shoulders as the other continued to idly play with my hair. "I know I can't go back to the happier times in STARS and I think maybe I was afraid that nothing would be as good as that or if it was, that I would lose it too."
"Does that make me like a bridge between the happier times in STARS and something that can bring you new happiness?" the older man asked and I chuckled a little.
"Something like that, I think. Since I've been here I've been revisiting all those old memories and I'm learning to view them with a more positive mindset. I think the friends I lost would be glad I'm remembering them well as they were rather than getting depressed over where they could be now if they had survived." a quiet minute drifted between us before Wesker moved again, using his hand to turn my head up toward him. He kissed me and I accepted it, I accepted every part of him. It was slow and meaningful, kind.
"I'm proud of the development you've made while you've been here." he told me sincerely and I only smiled as I moved to kiss him again. I was proud too, of myself and of him. We'd both changed each other and found a nice middle ground to exist together in this shared prison. I was still fearful of what would happen in a few more days but I wouldn't let it ruin what we'd built because it made me happier than I've been in a very long time.
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My eyes shot to the camera feed pulled up on the tablet to my right when a short alarm went off. Jill's vitals were displayed on the upper left corner of the screen and they were dropping. I wasn't the only one to notice and soon three people surrounded the still figure on the medical bed in the center of the room. Machines breathed for her and IVs pumped all the essential fluids, medicine, and blood into her but it all only kept her alive. Every now and then an organ would attempt to shut down or some part of her internal system would fight against the test drugs which would nullify the crucial aid being delivered. Saying it was challenging to keep her alive was an understatement. We were managing to keep her alive but getting her to a point of stabilization simply wasn't happening. The team I currently had assembled wasn't accustomed to keeping their subjects alive, myself included, we took life and created a new form of another life. Saving lives was never part of the job.
I exhaled heavily and rubbed at my tired eyes as I pried them from the screen. There was nothing I could do about it and going there to try to force someone to improve her condition was unrealistic. Alex's team would be here first thing in the morning and they would be able to at least keep her more stable while I finished the modified strain of the T virus for her. I turned my attention back to what I was doing and returned my exposed eyes to the microscope I'd been studying before hearing the alarm. Due to the distraction I'd missed the actual reaction but now the DNA sample was shown to be completely taken over by the virus. I grunted my disapproval at another failure.
Leaning back to rub my eyes again, I thought over my next steps for this project. At least I had ready access to as many samples from Jill as I needed.
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Her vitals were looking much better than before, at least she was stabilized now. Having a competent medical team overseeing her care meant that I hadn't been needed here to ensure things got done. I'd kicked everyone else from the room as I injected the virus into her, of course it was believed it was a safety measure just in case she mutated but truly I just didn't want anyone else around. I'd waited with her alone as I watched for signs of improvement because I was sure she wouldn't mutate. It didn't take all that long for her vitals to improve further, her heart rate leveled out and her oxygen levels rose from the shallow decline they'd been at before. It would be some days at least before she would no longer need the oxygen mask, even longer before she wouldn't need the IVs and other machines but it was a great start to her recovery.
Days later as I was checking on her progress, marveling at my own ability to design this strain so perfectly to do exactly as I wanted it to, that I began to notice an unintended side effect. Her hair and skin seemed lighter than even just the day before. If it had just been her skin I could chalk it down to the blood loss or the lack of sunlight but she was even paler now than she had been when she was first brought in and blood loss was even more of a factor. But I could discern no reason why her hair would be lighter now as well. After some testing had revealed the virus wasn't killing or turning her in any way, the team ruled out other factors as well, we determined the loss in pigmentation was simply a side effect. That… agitated me. I suppose the nature of viruses wouldn't allow every effect to be predicted but that didn't mean I couldn't be upset by that fact.
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It took time but eventually Jill was completely stable and in not only a healthy condition- but an excellent one. She had yet to wake up and the sedatives she was kept on made sure she wouldn't until I wanted her to. Her skin remained ashen, her hair had become a blonde lighter than my own, and her eyes turned a gray tone I was sure would likely give her headaches as I once suffered.
Even though I was slightly agitated by the experiment not going entirely my way, the main goal had been achieved which meant it was a success overall. Jill's life was saved, now to get her to Chris.
...I did it again. I forgot to update this story here- but it was only by like a week this time! I went to post the new chapter on AO3 and was going to put it here too and realized I hadn't posted this chapter yet so this is sort of a double post.
Hey... yeah really small chapter, sorry about that. But hey, it's the last one I'm gonna struggle with because now we're getting back into the good shit so things will pick up from here. Only a couple more chapters huh... seems weird to think about this story ending but I'm also kind of excited about it because it means I can start posting on the massive story I've been teasing for I think actual years at this point... fuck I feel bad that this has taken so long. But we're almost there! Stick with me a little longer, we've only got a few more to go and I'm excited to show you the conclusion of this story!
I haven't been writing much lately and I haven't actually drawn anything in forever either which really sucks because I wanted to be more active in Art Fight this year but it's looking like I'm not going to be getting anything done for it. Damn. But I have been very busy making character plushies and damn they look pretty good. The first one was very much a learning process as I made my pattern and adjusted it here and there as I went and added things to it while the most recent one I just started last night (the fourth one) is already really far because I've just gotten the process down. I might post some pictures somewhere, I don't know.
Anyway I hope you were still able to enjoy this *extremely* lazy chapter and I deeply apologize for the sucky quality and tragic length but I assure you that it will be the last chapter that's treated so poorly by me. Later!