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Rain beat down heavily on the heads of S.T.A.R.S Alpha team. The darkness and roar of the water giving them the upper hand to make a stealthy entrance into the run down warehouse. Captain Wesker was running point, gun held low, he peeked around the corner before motioned for Barry and Jill to move forward through the entry.
They moved smoothly taking up a new point behind a set of pillars not to deep inside. A quick scan to check for hostiles then they gave the all clear. Wesker held his hand up for Brad to hold his position covering the rear while he and Chris moved forward past Jill and Barry deeper into the shadow filled building.
They were here due to a tip off about some suspicious activity going on. Men and young women going in and out of the building at late hours. Never the same women but always the same men. Bravo team was covering the roads to ensure no one tried to slip in or out while they investigated.
A quiet whimper echoed through the building and Wesker's hand shot up indicating for all of them to stop. “Oh shut up, money’s all ready been handed over no point in crying sweet heart.” A muffled yelp and the sound of shuffling. Chris tightened his hands on his gun now knowing they weren’t alone. His eyes scanned his captain’s face awaiting orders but it was blank as usual eyes hidden behind dark rims. How he was able to see in this darkness with them on was beyond him, he was just good like that he guessed.
Footsteps came near them and they all ducked down finding cover in the darkness. “’Ey boss theirs been a car circling the block for a while now. Three times its passed us now.” A grunt spoke. Wesker tipped his head up to peek over the crate “Could explain why our buyer’s late .” a barrel chested man sighed. The man turned to face a girl huddled on the floor arms tied, a piece of cloth around her mouth. “Well sweetie looks like your sticking with us for a bit longer. ‘Aight lads pigs must be onto us so let’s wrap up here and fast.” The man reached to grab the quivering girl-
*BANG*
*THUD*
The man dropped to the ground a hole clean through the side of his head. Chris stood stock still, gun smoking. “Chris-.” A voice hissed drowned out by shouting voices and the sounds of guns being unloaded. He was yanked down as the barrels in front of him started to get shredded from the on slot. His Captain hovered over him shielding him from the spray of splinters. Not a hair out of place, glasses straight on his nose and not a hint of expression behind those dark rims. Chris wondered what color his eyes were, what if they had no color at all and he was albino? Would make sense given his hair- “CHRIS!”. A voice shook him from his trance. His captain was shaking him in-between precise shots back at their attackers.
Chris could only stare up at his Captain. His body warm on top of him despite their still soaked gear. He hardly noticed when the gun fire stopped. “Chris!”. Jill’s voice pulled him out of his daze. “Are you hurt?!” hands began to prod and poke. “N-no I’m-“ “An idiot.” Wesker’s voice cut him off, he noticed the weight was gone from his lap and looked up to meet his Captian’s gaze. Fuck he was in trouble. He pushed himself to a sitting position “I’m fine really.” He swatted at Jill’s prodding hands and rose to stand. Wesker was gone when he looked up once more, only the rest of S.T.A.R.S distressed gaze remain. He heard quiet sobbing from his left, the girl!
Crouched down next to her blocking the now deceased gang leader’s body from her view was Wesker. He could see him talking into the radio on his shoulder. He could get a closer look at her now . Her hair the same color as Claire’s. Medics rushed past him and his Captain was in front of him again still looking as perfect as ever, of course. “My office as soon as we are back at HQ.” Wesker snipped at him before brushing past him and back out into the pouring rain.
Chris grabbed his head with his hands. Fuck, he is so fucked with a capital fuck.
Chris could feel the tension in the office as soon as he stepped through the door. He had taken extra long removing his gear and showering wanting to avoid the verbal lashing he knew was coming. “You’re all dismissed except you Christopher.” Wesker was standing in the door way to his office arms crossed, still as perfect as ever. Surely the man had some sort of flaw or crack in his façade right? A hair out of place, a pimple on his face, something? Anything?
Chris trudged into the florescent lit room coming to stand at ease In front of his Captain’s desk. The leather of the chair creaked as Wesker returned to it hands folded on his desk. “What was that tonight Christopher? I gave you no order to fire. You endangered your squad and the victim!” his Captain’s voice was low, a hint of anger in it.
“I-“. Chris started “She reminded me of my sister sir.” He fiddled with his fingers behind his back. “I know that’s no excuse for my actions and I accept full responsibility for it sir.” He tried to meet his Captain’s gaze with no luck. He wanted to know what the man was thinking but their wasn’t even a hint of twitch in his perfect lips. “Christopher.” Wesker drew a deep breath “I should have you put on extended suspension for this. If my point man can ignore my calls what’s to say the others won’t follow.” His voice was tight, a hint of something behind his words.
“Sir none of them would ever disobey you. They-I look up to you sir.” Chris urged he never meant to disobey it was a mistake a stupid emotional driven mistake. Why couldn’t he be perfect like his Captain never getting distracted or faltering. No emotions to get I’m the way no-“Christopher. That’s enough!”
Chris looked up, when had he looked down? His Captain was standing now, his palms flat on his desk. “You don’t have to be perfect Chris.” Wait, had he said all that out loud? Fuck.
“You’re one of my men Chris. You’re good enough, after all no one can be perfect.” His Captain’s voice was uncharacteristically tender. “I won’t suspend you but I expect you to undergo a mental evaluation to ensure that lack of impulse control doesn’t happen again. You are dismissed.” Wesker fell back into his chair a hand rubbing his forehead.
“T-thank you sir.” Chris’s heart was racing at the rare show of tenderness from his Captain. Just as he crossed the threshold “And Chris.” His Captains voice called out “Even I’m not perfect.”
Chris stared at the health report in his hand, coffee in the other. If you could even call that dishwasher, pride of the RPD break room, coffee. He pushed open the door to the S.T.A.R.S offices and ran straight into a solid mass, coffee exploding in his hand. An annoyed hiss followed the commotion and his very pissed off Captain was standing right in front of him. The front of his blue button up soaked through with his still very hot drink
“Captain! I am so sorry oh shit- it’s gotta’ still be hot!” Chris’s hands scrambled for Wesker’s shirt only to be grabbed by the wrists. Warmth radiated up his forearms from the contact. Wesker grunted and let go of him motioning for him to follow him. Chris struggled to keep up with his fast steps as he followed him down the steps to the locker room. “Sir-Captain I’ll buy you a new shirt I swear I- I” He trailed off as Wesker began unbuttoning his shirt. The damp material clinging to the shape of his abs before he slipped it down his arms. “I want it cleaned by the end of the day.” He held it out to Chris who was still in a stupor. This was more skin than any of them had ever seen, at most they got his fore arms during training but this was “Oh wow.” A lot.
“If you’re done staring Christopher.” The wet shirt was shoved against his chest. “U-uh yes sorry just never seen uh yeah.” Chris chuckled awkwardly hoping to ease the weird air suddenly between them. He looked down at the shirt in his hands his Captains’ shirt. He had soiled his-no Wesker’s shirt. His o’ so perfect Captain soiled, why did that make heat bloom in his stomach?
The sound of a locker shutting drew him back to reality. Wesker was finishing the buttons on a identical, of course, shirt. “I’ll have it dry cleaned by the end of the day sir.” He caught the lingering scent of coffee lingering on Wesker as he approached him. “There’s a dry cleaners two blocks over with a coffee shop next door. Get two drip coffee’s one with two creams and a sugar, the other black.” And then he was gone along with the scent of his lost morning coffee.
Chris shoved the dry cleaning tag into his pocket as he entered the coffee shop. It was a small place nothing special but it was nearly empty so he couldn’t complain. “Mornin’.” He greeted the surprisingly older barista behind the counter. “Can I get two coffees. One black, and second with-“ “Two creams and one sugar.” The barista finished for him. She placed two already finished coffees on the counter in front of him. He blinked in shock “Yeah, how’d you?” He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. “Mr. Wesker is here almost every day he called in not long ago saying a young man would be by for his order today. Odd though he usually just gets a single black-oh you don’t owe anything sweetie. He paid in advance.” She said gently pushing his outstretched hand back to him. “Okay then.” He picked up the two drinks. “Have a nice day miss.” He would have to remember to pay his Captain back after all Chris was the one who owed him for messing up his perfect, crisp, clean shirt.
He knocked on the back of Wesker’s office door, opening it when he heard a quiet “Come in.” He set both coffees down on the desk “Just as requested Sir. And I didn’t drop them or anything this time! And you’re shirt should be done by-“. He double checked the tag in his pocket “One o’clock.” He finished with a grin. Wesker took a sip of the plain coffee and hummed in content. “Good job Christopher.” He picked up the other coffee and held it out, offering it to him? “Sir?” Chris apprehensively took it fingers brushing against the other man’s. “Two creams with one sugar. Is that not how you take your coffee Chris?” Wesker almost sounded disappointed. “N-no I mean yea yes it is how I take it Sir. But why?” He took a sip of the liquid, damn it was good coffee. “To replace the one you lost this morning. After all how can I expect you to get any work done without it hmm?” Their was a playful touch to his Wesker’s voice that sent a chill down his back and was that? A smile? “Thank you sir!” Chris had to resist the urge to run out of Wesker’s office in glee.
“What’s got you in such a good mood?” Jill leaned against his desk with a sly grin on her face, one hand holding out an offering of food. “It’s nothing crazy honestly.” He took the offered bagel happily. “Doesn’t seem like nothing. Saw you in and out of Captain’s office earlier. What was all that about?” she nudged him with her elbow. “I spilled coffee on him this morning. And I uh IsawCaptainshirtless.” He blurted out knowing he couldn’t keep gossip from her. Jill choked on her bite of bagel, coughing “What?!” She squeaked.
The other heads in the office momentarily turned to them but didn’t pay much mind. Used to the pairs antics. She leaned in, a hand on either arm of his chair. “Was he ripped? Or scarred? Birthmarks-“ A forced cough broke the pair apart to find their Captain eyeing them from the doorway of his office. Quickly Jill shuffled back to her desk.
Wesker approached the group papers in his hand “Were being sent out tomorrow. Theirs a connecting lead to the last case we worked.” He passed each member a bundle of papers. “It will be another night bust. We will depart HQ at twenty-two hundred tomorrow evening. Leads point towards it being a connected operation to the previous trafficking point.” He fixed his gaze on Chris specifically “I expect everything to go smoothly this time. I will see you all tomorrow afternoon for a secondary briefing at fourteen hundred.” With that he returned to his office.
“Another night operation. Come on man. I was gonna’ have a nice dinner with my family for once.” Barry groaned from the back of the office “At least where actually doing something besides endless paper work though, any more identical sheets and I’m going to loose my mind.” Jill quipped back. Chris’s watch beeped indicating Wesker’s shirt was ready. “I gotta’ go run another errand real quick Jill.” She waved him off with a mumble to busy arguing with Barry.
The office was empty when Chris returned freshly cleaned shirt in hand. Every one must of gone home early to rest before the mission tomorrow he surmised. Thankfully his Captains light was still on despite the door being shut and blinds drawn. He knocked gently but got no response. “Captain?” He called slightly concerned. A quiet come in answered him. He pushed the door open and was met with a sight. His grip tightened on the shirt in his arms so he didn’t drop it in in his stupor.
Wesker was seated at his desk as usual but his hair. Oh his hair. It was unkempt, pieces dangling across his forehead others falling around his temples. Like he had been running his hands through it and grabbing it in stress. He laid the pressed shirt across the desk unable to tear his eyes away from his Captain. “One clean shirt as requested Sir.” Oh how Chris wanted to brush the hair from his forehead, run his fingers through it and break more of it free from the gel he used. “Thank you Christopher.” Wesker sounded tired another sign of his humanity. “Are you all right Captain?” Chris wanted to grab it , to pull it. Would he fight against it? Would he whimper?
No no.
Chris mentally scolded himself ignoring the heat burning in his stomach just as it did earlier when Wesker had undressed in front of him. He can’t think these impure things about his Captain.
“I-“ Wesker started, his hand sliding into his hair again a sure sign of stress. “I am worried.” His hands left his hair to rest in his lap as he leaned back in his chair. “I don’t want anything to go wrong again. I need every one to follow my lead and I am worried they won’t Christopher.” His Captain sounded so human it was strange but Chris wanted to hear more. “Everything will be fine Sir. I will hold myself to your standard along with the rest of this team. I promise you sir-Wesker.” The name felt strange on his lips.
“How do you do it Christopher?” Wesker rose from his chair coming around to lean against the front of desk. Chris caught a wiff of the coffee from the morning still lingering on him making something stir deep in him. “Do what?” Vulnerable Chris’s mind supplied, he wanted more. “Be so likeable? The whole team likes you if I wasn’t Captain they would follow you Chris.” Chris stared at him “I don’t know Captain? Honestly. I’m clumsy and I fuck up more than any one else on the team. No one should follow me.” Chris’s gaze fell to the floor. “Christo-“ “The whole team does like you Wesker. We respect you. You know how to keep us safe and get everything done. It’s impressive honestly. You could always join us at the bar after work too.”
Chris looked over to see Wesker smirking. “I see.” Wesker placed a hand on Chris’s shoulder. “Thank you Christopher. I will see you tomorrow afternoon.” The hand lingered for a moment before sliding off. Chris wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not. “Anytime Sir.” With that he began his journey home. His thoughts filled with the feeling of his Captain. His body, his hair, his hands. He wanted those hands on his chest, on his shoulders gripping for purchase, clawing at his back. He wanted to see all the imperfections and human sides of him Chris realized. God he really was fucked wasn’t he.
Chris stared at his Captain whom was seated in front of him in the transport. His hair was slicked back again, neat and tidy. Chris wanted to ruffle it and watch him get flustered. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, this is not the time for this he thought.
Their mission was another infiltration. They suspected it was the main hub for the group they encountered last time. It was a old night club on the edge of town. Abandoned but not run down. The group exited the van a mile away off a back road so they wouldn’t be spotted approaching.
“Final checks.” Wesker called across comms. One by one they called back. Double checked their weapons and gear. “Once we get close we incapacitate any guards on the outside of the complex. Then we will enter the same formation as last time.” The group nodded and began their trek through the wooded area.
As they approached the building Wesker motioned for then to take cover. They each fell in line behind a tree each. “Chris. You cover me, the rest of you watch our flanks.” Wesker began creeping towards a guard near the far edge of the woods. With a clean motion he knocked the man in the side of the head and lowered him to the group, securing a zip tie around his limbs for later pick up by following RPD. He moved around the outside of the building taking down one after another. Chris tracked his movements eyes sharp scanning for any threat that his Captain couldn’t see.
Once Wesker had cleared a path he motioned for them to follow. They fell in line behind him ready to slip into the building through a broken window on the side. “Brad keep watch if anyone comes notify us and stay out of sight. Brad nodded returning to the nearby tree line. “Jill, Barry follow behind me keep on your respective flanks, and Chris I want you on my six.” Wesker gave the motion to enter. Wesker went in first ensuring the room was clear before the other three followed. They crept between each back room checking each corner and door as they went.
Chris’s foot caught on something on the floor. “Captain.” He whispered motioning down. A set of makeshift chains. Proof they were in the right place. Wesker motioned for them to continue. They entered the next room and found more chains across the floor but all empty. Then the next room a rustle of chain and muffled cries greeted them. “Shit.” Jill whispered. Wesker grabbed his radio “Brad we got a group here. Five females possibly underage I’m backstage room four.” Chris knelt down next to the closest girl. “We’re here to help you it’s ok.” He reached to pull the girls gag off when a gun shot rang out. The entire group ducked rushing to cover the girls they where closest to.
“They know where here!” Wesker hissed. How could they have been spotted unless it was a set up, it had to be. “Chris can you-“ “Got it Captain.” Chris has his gun ready before Wesker could even finish. “Jill, Barry protect the girls until Bravo team can move in for retrieval!” Wesker slipped out of the room in a crouched run Chris kept watch to see if any heads peeked out to try and get a shot off.
Once Wesker was clear Chris followed him with Wesker watching him. “They must be in the main area of the club. The shot game from our four o’clock.” Wesker surmised. His suspicion was confirmed as a volley of shots hit the wall far to close to them. “We gotta’ move Captain!” Chris pressed further into the little alcove they were in to avoid another volley. “On my mark.” Wesker’s hand fell on Chris’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
“Now!” the pair sprinted forward sliding into place just behind the bar another volley shooting over their heads.
Jill and Barry fired off a few shots doing their best to give suppressing fire from their off angle without endangering the other pair. Chris managed to peek a corner and down one, Wesker got two side by side. Neither heard the foot steps creeping up on their other side. “You fucking bastards!” a beefy man shouted. He landed a kick to Wesker’s unguarded side send him sprawling backwards into Chris. Wesker shot up dropping into a slide to kick the side of the mans knee. Chris is sure he heard a crack as the man screamed and fell to one knee. Wesker keeping his momentum spun before launching his knee into the man’s head knocking him out cold. “Chris!” Wesker yelled.
An arm wrapped around Chris’s neck, his hands flew up to grapple at the arm. He drove his elbow down into the man’s stomach hard. Then he reeled his head back hearing a crack. The man stumbled backwards his nose dripping blood. A gunshot from behind him and the man dropped. To the ground dead. Wesker stood across from him gun still smoking a mirror image to Chris a few weeks back.
The two men’s attack had given the remaining goons time to close in on the pair. A kick to his side sent Chris stumbling back into the cabinet full of liquor behind him sending glass flying. The entire shelf wobbled under the force. Wesker was fighting a similar battle ducking under punches and retaliating with kicks for range. Just as he sent one attacker flying a sharp pain radiated from his shoulder. Another goon had appeared behind him and driven a knife into his shoulder. Wesker spun and kicked the man across the head rendering him instantly unconscious gripping the knife he yanked it out with a hiss.
Chris was blocking hit after hit the man relentless in his assault clearly from a boxing background. When suddenly a flash of black rammed into the man’s side “Wesker!”
Wesker only snarled a feral sound. Shit this is not the place for his stomach to heat up Chris cursed under his breath. Chris’s eyes locked onto the blood dripping down Wesker’s back and arm “Shit you're hurt Cap!” the knocked down man came running back at them Wesker blocked but still got shoved back into Chris from the momentum.
The shelf couldn’t take it anymore and tipped on top of the two men. “Fuckin’ shit!” Chris cried diving to cover Wesker with his own body. The shelf came down heavy on his back but he could take it. He heard Wesker growl again and suddenly Chris’s backup gun was yanked from its holder-
*BANG*
*THUMP*
The man assaulting them finally fell. The only sounds now was their shared panting and the sound of crunching glass. Chris became aware of just how close he was to his Captain. Their legs were tangled with their hips pressed together. His arms astride Wesker’s head. Faces close enough to share breath and a gentle blue staring back at him.
“Pretty.” Chris whispered unable to help himself.
Wesker seemed to realize eyes darting away shyly. The weight of the shelf pressing down on Chris didn’t matter anymore “Captain.” No response. “Wesker.” Blue flickered to meet his again for a moment And Chris couldn’t help himself anymore he bent down to slot his lips against the other man’s. Wesker made a surprised noise his good arm coming up to press against Chris’s chest. It was over as quickly as it happened. “I uh fuck I’m sorry I don’t know what overcamph-“ Wesker cut him off by locking their lips a second time. Chris’s eyes fluttered when they parted.
“Later. We’ll talk later when we aren’t being crushed by a giant shelf.” Whesker stated firmly. “Can you push it up at all?” Chris grunted managing to rise from his knees managing to push it up enough for Wesker to wiggle out from under him. And if Whesker’s eyes lingered on his arms a little longer than necessary who was he to complain?
Wesker braced his good shoulder under one side pressing his body weight into it to help Chris shimmy out. Letting the shelf drop with a heavy bang once he was free. Wesker wobbled gripping onto the bar. Chris could hear footsteps approaching behind them. He braced himself ready to defend them both.
“Captain, Chris! Are you guys alright-Shit Captain you don’t look so good.” Jill cried.
“It looks worse than it is it.” Wesker waved her off refusing to meet her eye “Go tend to the girls, help Bravo team get them out of here.” He clung onto the counter until she finally acquiesced. He wobbled again blood loos starting to affect even him. “Chris can you-: Chris already slipped an arm under his good shoulder helping him stay upright. “Already got you Captain.”
Whesker pushed open the door to the S.T.A.R.S. office. His gaze instantly met Chris’s. He was here early, interesting. “How’s the arm Captain?” Jill was here early too? Maybe he was just late he hated being late. “It will heal.” He gave it a small rotation to prove to her it was alright before continuing to his office.
He fell back into his chair body undeniably sore. Chris’s gaze followed him, God he wanted to rip those shades off his face and crush them under his boot force Wesker to meet his gaze. His pretty Captain.
It was dark out when the final S.T.A.R.S. member left leaving Chris and Wesker alone. Chris stepped into the door frame of Wesker’s office not bothering to knock. “Can we talk Captain?”. Wesker nodded sitting upright In his chair. His hair perfectly slicked back despite having limited use of one of his arms. Glasses laying straight on his nose, clothing pressed smooth.
“Captain-“
“Chris-“
They both started at the same time. “You first Captain.” Wesker nodded “Can you have a look at my shoulder? The angle makes It hard to apply the gauze right and I don’t- I don’t trust any one else to help me.” Chris wilted slightly “Of course Sir.”. Wesker rose to sit sideways against his desk giving Chris decent access to his shoulder. “What happened to my name?” Wesker grumbled.
“What?” Chris frozen. “You can call me by my name Chris. Captain and Sir are for formal use not- this.” Weskers gaze was off to the side. “Can you slide your shirt down for me Wesker? I need access to your shoulder.” Wesker raised his good arm struggling with his buttons. Chris raised an eyebrow at the action and swatted away his hand. His fingers slipped button after button out until he could slip it down enough to get access to his injury.
It was so tempting to reach out and grip his hair, make him look at him. Chris wanted to know what the man was thinking. Did he regret the kiss? “I can hear you thinking from here Christopher.” His voice was softer nothing like how he usually spoke. Chris gently prodded at the gauze surprisingly it was placed perfectly and taped down so it wouldn’t move. “It looks completely fine to me Wesker.” “I know.” Came the quiet reply. “Then why?”. Surly his Captain didn’t just use it as an excuse. He wouldn’t he’s to stoic, to perfect to- “Will you just do it already!” Wesker snapped. Reaching his good arm out to yank Chris down to his level. “I am not a patient man Chris.”
Wesker closed the space, teeth nipping at Chris’s before pulling away a fraction his hand sliding to hold Chris’s jaw in place. “Whatever it is you want. I want too.” He leaned in again dominating the kiss tounge pushing in to curl against the back of his teeth.
Something in Chris snapped. He wanted. And he wanted bad. Chris leaned forward pushing Wesker further back on the desk making his hand fall away from his jaw to catch himself. Chris’s hand trailed across his still exposed shoulder and into sleek blond strands and yanked, forcefully breaking the kiss. “You have no idea what I wanna’ do to you.” He growled his second hand trailed up to push at the nose band of his shades sliding them gently off revealing those beautiful blue orbs. Of course they darted away. So shy and all his. “Look at me Albert.”
They snapped forward at the use of his name. “There you are.” Chris tossed the glasses to the side not caring if they broke. A hand on Wesker’s cheek caressing under his eye “So pretty. I want to make you cry. I want to lick them off your face.” He slid his hand down to grip his jaw “I want.” He growled trailing off to slip two fingers between his wet lips hand holding his jaw tight as his two fingers rubbed against his tounge.
Wesker couldn’t help the groan that escaped him. He had seen the way Chris stared at him he thought he was hiding it but in reality he was an open book and Wesker. Well he was certainly curious about his favorite star. He couldn’t move his head not even turn, trapped between Chris’s hands. All his to play with Chris growled mentally. Wesker tried to close his lips around the intruding appendages but Chris held his mouth oopen Drool starting to pool at the corners of his mouth and he keened. Such a humiliating sound but why did it make him feel warmer. Wesker started to slide his foot up the inside of Chris’s leg earning a shiver from the engrossed man.
Chris narrow his eyes and stepped closer leaving no space between them now forcing wesker's legs on either side of his hips. He dove down to lick at the split starting to dribble down the man’s chin. He released his grip on his hair to grip at a firm thigh hands sliding up, up, to palm at the heart between Wesker’s legs. He chuckled at the pressure against his other hand as the other tried to bite down or swallow. Chris tsked “None of that now.” He leaned lower to nibble at the exposed shoulder. Wesker arched up into his bite with a wet gasp. He nibbled higher, a pulse under his lips and higher to lick at his jugular then around to nip his ear. “I want you to be messy. To be so out of it you can only beg and cry.” He shoved his fingers deeper earning a gag and he grinned.
Chris released him and stepped back drying his fingers on Wesker’s pants. He turned to sit in Wesker’s chair. “Come here Captain.” Wesker stood to follow him feeling light headed. Chris pushed him to his knees and then pulled the chair forward trapping the other man under his own desk. “So this is what it feels like then.” Chris grinned wolfish down at his Captain. A hand sliding back into his hair. He spread his legs and Wesker got to work. Tounge immediately lapping at his pants like a dog wanting water. Those pretty eyes looking up at him. God this was a sight. He might have to chain him under his own desk and keep him there.
He undid his fly and pulled his waistband down letting his cock free. He couldn’t help himself, letting the length slap against the other man’s face. Wesker lapped at the base of him the tip dripping precum into his hair. Chris wanted to see him cry he would give it to him. He trailed his tounge up the underside and pressed a kiss to the tip precum smearing on his lips. Then he opened suckling on the tip, tounge swirling around the head. The hand in his hair tightened and Wesker started to sink down and down until his nose hit firm stomach he stayed their for a moment enjoying the breathlessness before pulling back with a gasp before going down again slowly, teasing him. When he came back up again “I thought you wanted to make me cry Christopher.”
The hand in his hair yanked his head back forcing him to meet Chris’s eyes. He looked feral and shit if that wasn’t hot. “Open.” He growled down at him. Wesker opened and instantly he was pressed all the way down by the hand in his hair. He gagged unable to help himself. Chris pulled his head back and forth using his throat as he wanted. Wesker slipped a hand down to rub at his own hardness only to have his hand kicked away by a heavy boot. “Don’t.” Chris growled down at him toes of his shoe nudging between Wesker’s thighs and up against his heat. The hand in his hair forced him faster. Split dribbling down his chin his shirt getting soaked from it. So nasty but he wanted more, anything Chris would give him.
Tears welled in the corners of his eyes every time he gagged around him. “That’s it, cry for me.” They finally overflowed dribbling down his flushed cheeks. The hand in his hair pulled him off. Thick strings of precum and split still connected. He sobbed as the shoe between his legs pressed harder. He couldn’t help but rut against it. “What would you think if you could see yourself right now hm? Our strong and aloof Captain reduced to this.” Wesker looked up at him “P-lease.” He cried in-between sobs hands reaching for Chris’s free hand pulling it to his neck. The hand instantly tightened pressing on either side of Wesker,’s neck making him feel dizzy. His hips moved faster against the boot he was so close “More please more.”
VThe hand in his hair clamped over his mouth and pinched his nose he couldn’t breath his hands came to claw weakly at the strong arms suffocating him not truly trying to stop him. His eyes rolled back entire body arching as he came against Chris’s shoe like a disgusting whore. The hands released him and he gasped, head falling against Chris’s thigh.
A hand gently massaged Wesker’s scalp “Back with me now Albert?” Chris pulled his head back to meet peer at glassy wet eyes.
Chris pulled him up pushing him back against his desk. Wesker didn’t protest at his shirt was ripped open and hands traced every curve of his chest flicking over his nipples earning little jolts each time Chris flicked them. He arched under his hands as they slid lower, his body over sensitive. His pants where pulled down his legs along with his briefs. “So beautiful and all mine.” Chris dove down to lick the salt from his cheeks, gently oh so gently. “Delicious.” Then he trailed lower down his chest, his stomach, bypassing his re-hardening cock.
He bit into pale thighs making sure to leave mark after mark. Drinking in every twitch and gasp. Chris gripped his ankles pushing his legs up. His tounge lapped at his hole. Again and again pushing and prodding making him slippery, so wet. Chris’s hand wiped some of the cum from Wesker’s cock and came down to smear it around his hole before pushing in a single finger slowly. He wanted to devour not hurt after all.
One turned to two then three. He purposefully avoided that specific spot enjoying watching Wesker squirm, whispered pleas coming from him.
Then he twisted his finger and didn’t let up abusing his poor little spot so deep inside him. Wesker cried out, his mind was blank everything to much and not enough. He wanted to squeeze his legs shut around Chris but also splay them open give him as much as he can take. His second orgasm ripped through him. His body taught, mouth agape he couldn’t scream. He felt the fingers pull out of him then something bigger prodding “Yesyesyesyes-“ he heard a chuckle not caring if he was spewing nonsense. He hooked his legs around Chris’s hips and pulled forcing the man into him. It didn’t hurt he was already so wet from his mouth and fingers.
Wesker felt hands grab his hips tight, yanking him back and forth all he could feel was Chris. Everywhere, on him, in him. The only sounds he could make was ahs with every thrust. Chris grinned sweat making his shirt cling to his back he grabbed Weaskers cock jerking it in time with his thrusts. He was so close, just a little more. Weasker tightened as his third orgasm hit him cock twitching but nothing coming out. Chris shoved in deep a groan grumbling out of him as he came deep inside the other man. Marking him, his, mine.
He pulled out and fell back into Weasker’s chair. Weasker still laid prone across his desk panting. He gently pulled him to the edge and into his lap brushing sweaty hair out of his face. As much as Chris wished he could keep him like this, filthy, disheveled, trapped on his knees, he had to clean them up. He reached for the box of tissues Weasker kept in here but never touched. He began wiping gently at his face doing his best to clean off any mess. He cleaned lower earning a squirm when he rubbed a sensitive area.
“Chris-“ a tired croaky voice mumbled “Shower. Now.” Weasker demanded. Chris chuckled and set the tired man back on his desk trying his best to re-dress him for the short trip down to the locker room. The building was empty but just incase. He helped ease Weasker to his feet guiding him down the steps to the locker room “Chris-“ Weasker hummed as he was once again undressed. “You’re my favorite.” Chris smiled “I like you too Albert, I like you too.” A hand gripped Chris’s hair
“Oh, and Christopher. Your cum is dripping out of me, be a dear and clean it.” Wesker’s eyes glinted mischievously. God the man was just as bad as Chris himself.