Who We Are
"Sometimes I hate every single stupid word you say
Sometimes I wanna slap you in your whole face
There's no one quite like you
You push all my buttons down
I know life would suck without you
At the same time, I wanna hug you
I wanna wrap my hands around your neck
You're an asshole but I love you
And you make me so mad I ask myself
Why I'm still here, or where could I go
You're the only love I've ever known
But I hate you, I really hate you,
So much, I think it must be
True love, true love
It must be true love
Nothing else can break my heart like
True love, true love,
It must be true love
No one else can break my heart like you..."
True Love by P!nk
Warnings: MxM smut, if you don't like there's this magical thing called the back button.
The sound of glass shattering filled the dead silence of the apartment. Clipped words and snapped insults filled the room again as the two occupants continued their path of destruction through the apartment. Normally they reserved their hatred and bitterness for each other for the outside world, but not today. Chris had had enough of Wesker's callous, unyielding ways and Wesker didn't want to hear the younger man's petty complaints. But this was who they were. Bitter enemies till the end no matter how they may feel deep down for one another.
When the blonde proceeded to sit upon the leather sofa and try unsuccessfully to ignore the brunette trailing after him, Chris gripped the back of the couch and tipped it back. The couch fell back with a thunderous crash. Wesker glared at Chris, his eyes now visible since his sunglasses had fallen off his face. Those reddish-orange eyes with their slit pupils glared up at Chris with the deadly promise of retribution. Chris sneered at the blonde before stalking off into the kitchen. Wesker tried unsuccessfully to get back onto his feet as dignified as he could. On his feet, Wesker headed after Chris.
In the kitchen, Chris had retrieved himself a glass of water when Wesker stalked into the room. Wesker walked silently up to Chris before slapping the glass out of Chris' hand. The glass flew across the room and smashed into the stainless steel fridge. Still seething from before, Chris punched Wesker in the jaw, which ignited the all-out brawl in the apartment. Between the two of them they were able to destroy practically everything inside the apartment. From the furniture to the pictures on the wall, it didn't matter to them what got ruined during their fight. The amount of noise from their fighting didn't even deter them in the least.
Chris smashed his head against Wesker's, which the blonde rebutted by kneeing Chris in the stomach causing him to groan and double over in pain. Without hesitation, Wesker grabbed Chris by the throat and slammed him against a wall. Breathing heavily, the tyrant glared at Chris with his cat-like eyes flashing in the dim lighting of the room. Chris scowled at the older man pinning him against the wall, before spitting in the blonde's face. Wesker sneered in disgust as he wiped his face with the hand that wasn't pinning Chris to the wall.
"I don't know what your problem is," Wesker growled. "But if you're going to continue to throw a tantrum over petty things, then you can go spread your legs for someone else and be their whore, Christopher."
Chris' lips curved into a thin, bitter smile. "I hate to break this to you, Wesker, but I am only a whore for you and you alone. But let me tell you something, baby. You love me for everything that you hate me for."
They stared each other in the eye for a moment longer, before their lips collided together and Wesker loosened his tight hold on Chris' throat and began to rub against the brunette's trachea. Chris knew why Wesker didn't release his hold completely from his throat. It was because it gave the tyrant a sense of dominance, control over Chris. Chris gripped Wesker's black long sleeve shirt, trying to pull the tyrant's body closer to his if that was possible. Sliding his tongue against the blonde's bottom lip, Chris tried unsuccessfully to get Wesker to open his mouth and allow him in to explore. But as per usual Wesker denied Chris his request. Not one to give up without a fight, Chris decided to try a different tactic. Chris bit down on Wesker's bottom lip hard, but not hard enough to draw blood since the brunette didn't want to see if Wesker's virus could be passed on that way. Wesker only smirked and blatantly kept his lips sealed together. The blonde continued to torture his ex-subordinate for a couple minutes longer, before he decided to deepen the kiss.
But the moment was interrupted by the sound of knocking on the front door. The two immediately released one another's lips to stare at the front door with their hands still where they gripped each other. Chris' hands flexed automatically out of habit of always facing danger at a moment's notice and Wesker continued to soothingly rub his thumb up and down Chris' trachea.
"Is everything alright in there?" The timid voice of a woman called through the locked front door.
"Ignore it," Wesker commanded in a hushed voice, knowing that Chris would try to answer the door.
Choosing to listen to Wesker this once, Chris decided to take that moment to inspect the damage they'd done to their apartment. From his place against the wall in the hallway that leads to the bedroom, Chris could make out the sight of the overturned couch and coffee table in the living room. Pictures and other meaningful things lay strewn on the floor with the glass broken out of the frames. The few vases that had been in the apartment lay broken and the shards scattered all over the floors. Near the couch lay the dark sunglasses that normally adorned Wesker's face. They were crushed probably from one of them stepping on them.
And even after the disastrous fight, the two of them had still practically made out with that fight slipping from their minds. Wesker, having also decided to survey the damage they had caused, stared at his destroyed sunglasses with an eyebrow quirking up in distaste.
A dry chuckle escaped Chris' lips. "We're really fucked up, aren't we?"
"That we are, but it's who we are," Wesker responded to the rhetorical question, his lips curved into a dry smile. "That aside, I fully intend to make you pay in full for the damages done to my sunglasses."
With those words, Wesker swung Chris up into his arms bridal style and used his inhuman speed to make it to their bedroom in record time. Although Chris was unimpressed with being carried in such a demeaning way, he decided to let it slide. With the sound of knocking still ringing in the apartment, Wesker dropped the brunette in his arms onto the bed unceremoniously. Chris bounced once from being dropped onto the bed and he glared up at Wesker's cocky form towering above him. Unwilling to be the only one on the bed, Chris reached up and grabbed two fistfuls of the blonde's shirt and pulled the blonde down onto the bed as well. Wesker allowed Chris to drag him down onto the bed in a way to allow the brunette some control over the situation as well.
With his hands planted firmly on either side of Chris' head, Wesker dipped his face down and grazed his lips against Chris' lips. After Wesker grazed his lips against Chris' a couple more times, Chris had had enough of the chaste kisses. Tonight he didn't want that. Reaching a hand up, Chris slide a hand into hair as soft as down feathers, this was surprising considering how much hair products the blonde used. With his hand gripping the back of Wesker's head, Chris forced the blonde's lips to stay on his. Their lips molded together without hesitation.
Needing that feel of control again, Wesker took command of the moment. With deft hands he pulled off Chris' shirt, breaking their lips apart for a moment. With that one barrier out of the way, those slim hands skimmed across the chest beneath them heading towards the waistband of the sweatpants Chris was wearing. Slipping under the fabric, Wesker toyed with the waistband for a moment before sliding them off of Chris as well. With those two articles of clothing gone, Chris was left in nothing but his boxers. Wanting Wesker's body to be as exposed to the cool air in the room, Chris followed after the blonde's lead. The shirt and pants came off without a complaint from Wesker, although the blonde did tease Chris by denying him the right to strip him as well.
Finally able to feel the smooth, pale skin that encompassed the self-proclaimed God's body, Chris trailed his fingers across the expanse of Wesker's chest. Chris slid his gaze down to where his hands rested against Wesker's chest. The drastic contrast in color only served to prove how much polar opposites they were to one another. But without the blonde tyrant above him he'd be incomplete. The thought of being without the blonde dredged up the memory of the time that Chris had thought that he'd actually killed Wesker. Chris had actually been so depressed and distraught over it that when Wesker had turned up at their apartment a couple weeks later they'd also fought then, too. But the fight then had been quite worse, and rough sex had followed after the destruction of everything that they owned. And Chris never wanted to feel like that again; well he wouldn't mind the rough sex again.
Smiling minutely at the memory, Chris molded his lips with Wesker's once again as the blonde traced patterns across the expanse of Chris' tan chest. After a couple seconds more of the chaste kiss, Wesker delved his tongue inside Chris' mouth and caressed the brunette's tongue with his own. As their tongues twisted and caressed one another, Wesker took the moment to slide his fingers down to the waistband of Chris' boxers. Slipping his fingers beneath soft fabric, he continued to trace patterns before the brunette's groin. With his other hand, he began to slowly slide the fabric off of the younger man. But Chris quickly became annoyed with how slow Wesker was being, and shimmied out of them himself.
Fully nude, Chris gripped the waistband of Wesker's boxers and tugged them off as Wesker swiftly pulled out the bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer. With ease he slicked up three of his fingers and began to prepare Chris. Each finger slid in without a problem, but they still brought the brunette some discomfort even after all this time. Choosing to ignore the slight look of discomfort that marred Chris' face for now, Wesker continued to scissor his fingers inside Chris.
"Hurry up," Chris demanded gruffly.
Smirking down at the irritated brunette, Wesker decided to oblige with the gruff demand. Quickly coating his length with lube, he positioned himself at Chris' entrance before languidly sliding into the tight hole. Chris grimaced as pain sliced through his lower body. He just decided that it was always painfully at the start considering how it never seemed to get any better after how many times they'd done this. And as Wesker took his time sliding into him, Chris took that time to score the blonde's back with his nails. Once he was fully inside, Wesker rolled his hips experimentally and received a low moan from the brunette. Smirking, Wesker started thrusting his hips in a painstakingly slow manner that was sure to drive Chris insane. And true to his assumption, after only a few thrusts Chris was digging his nails into his back hard enough to draw blood and arching his back to try and gain more friction.
Needing more than Wesker was giving, Chris narrowed his eyes at Wesker. "Faster."
Wesker feeling like torturing the impatient brunette a bit longer kept up his leisurely pace. But even he couldn't take it for much longer, without needing more friction than he was getting at the moment. Stepping up the pace, an appreciative moan escaped Chris' lips as the bed squeaked under Wesker's rigorous pace. With each thrust pain and pleasure erupted in Chris' body and he only arched his back to feel more. Wesker kept upping his pace to point that it was practically brutal. Each thrust soon began to strike Chris' prostate hard and the brunette was unable to differentiate between pleasure and pain. With the over stimulation to his sense, it quickly took him over the edge.
"Albert," Chris moaned quietly as he came.
The moan was so quiet that without his inhuman hearing Wesker wouldn't have been able to hear what Chris had said. A small smile graced his lips for a brief second before he, too, was sent over the edge by the clenching of Chris' inner walls encompassing his length. Once they were both spent, Wesker slide out of Chris and headed into the bathroom leaving Chris to lie on the bed and stare up at the ceiling. As he laid there the lyrics of a song he'd heard on the radio surfaced in his mind and he couldn't help but find that it fit their relationship together.
"Everything I do is bittersweet," Chris sang softly to the empty room. "You could tell me secrets that I'll probably repeat. I'm not trying to hurt you, I just love to speak. It feels like we're pulling teeth. So bittersweet, I guess that's how it's gotta be. I guess that's how it's gotta be…"
Chris let his voice trail off at the sound of footsteps returning to the room. Shifting his gaze to the doorway, Chris took in the sight of Wesker leaning against the doorframe.
"Aren't you going to clean up?" Wesker inquired, as he sauntered into the room.
Chris peered down at himself and grimaced. He definitely wasn't going to sleep with cum caked to his stomach. Grunting in agreement to Wesker's question, Chris sauntered out of the room to get cleaned up. He took a quick shower, before returning to the bedroom. Upon entering the room Chris was greeted by the sight of the blonde tyrant already beneath the blankets and his eyes closed. Assuming that the blonde was asleep, Chris pulled on a clean pair of sweatpants and climbed into bed as well. Deciding to allow himself this one moment of closeness, Chris rested his head on Wesker's upper chest.
"It feels like we're pulling teeth, so bittersweet," he sang silently, unable to help himself.
Unknown to the brunette, a reddish-orange eye cracked open to peer down at the man resting against his chest. And as those softly song words died away, Wesker couldn't help but agree with them. It did feel like they were pulling teeth sometimes, but what was between him and Chris was to bittersweet for him to even contemplate giving this up.
A/N: I believe that the song fits Wesker and Chris, but what do you guys think? But if you guys have any requests, than please let me know. I'd be more than willing to do them. The song that Chris is singing is 'Bittersweet' by Panic! at the Disco and earlier Chris also quoted some lyrics from a song when he talked to Wesker. Can any of you guess what that song is? All things belong to their respective owners, only the story idea belongs to me. Anyways, reviews and all that good stuff greatly appreciated!