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It was meant to be a simple call. Some low-level drug trafficker that Alpha team had been tracking, who would be alone in his warehouse. A perfect chance to arrest him without any collateral damage. If all went well, the guy would roll over on his bosses, and more arrests could be made. It was meant to be open and shut. They knew the guy was twitchy but smart. So, it wasn’t a shock when, at the sight of cops, the perp panicked and pulled his gun. Captain Wesker had tried to talk him down, to de-escalate the situation, as was the plan. It would have worked had Bravo team not been sent as backup… backup they didn’t need, that Alpha team hadn’t known was coming. The guy felt outnumbered as more cops appeared, and the inevitable happened. He shot. He shot at Chris since he’d been the closest. As Chris dropped to the ground, he heard Captain Wesker’s shouts as he tried to regain control, ordering everyone to put their guns down. At the same time, Chris heard more shots being fired. Then silence, as the perp… as the poor guy fell in front of him. His face frozen in panic as life drained from his eyes. Shit. Chris pulled himself forward without even thinking about it, the pain across his stomach a distant ache as he pressed his fingers to the guy’s neck. No pulse. Fuck.
A hand on Chris’ shoulder had noise rushing back to his ears. Vice-Captain Marini was arguing with Barry and Jill. Rebecca was across from him, kneeling beside the body as she did her own checks. Yet through it all, the only words he made out were “Christopher? Talk to me.” Captain Wesker’s voice was quiet and tight, the tone he took when he was holding back.
“Al- Captain…” Chris croaked out as he tore his eyes away from the body before him, to look over his shoulder. Wesker’s eyes were hidden under his usual shades, but Chris could see the wrinkles that peeked out. His eyes were narrowed.
“Sit up for me, Christopher.” Wesker pulled lightly on Chris’ shoulder as he spoke. The younger moved instinctively. Even in his delirious and foggy state, Chris followed Captain Wesker’s orders. It was easier to follow the hand that guided him to roll over and sit up, to lean against his chest, than it was to breathe on his own. Wesker trailed a hand down Chris’ front, to his stomach. The dull ache came back stronger now as Wesker’s fingers pressed on the bulletproof vest he wore. “This…” Wesker trailed off as his fingers caught on the hole in Chris’ shirt. “This is why we wear these.” It was meant to be a stern tone, Chris knew that, but he could hear the small shake in Wesker’s voice. The same undercurrent of fondness that coloured their nights together. Chris could only nod as he looked up at Wesker, the tightness in his chest eased inch by inch as his breathing synced up with the older man’s.
Then, Captain Wesker lifted his head and the professional mask descended. “Miss Chambers will assess the damage, then you will report to me.” The orders were simple, easy to follow, and Chris nodded as he sat up on his own so Captain Wesker could get up and go talk to the Bravo team leader. Rebecca had already covered the body with a sheet. It wasn’t much, it wasn’t enough by a mile, but he at least was covered. She carefully moved around it to Chris’ side, where she changed her gloves. Chris watched the motion; her slim hands appeared then disappeared under black latex. Quick and precise. Her skills would be better used in a hospital, Chris thought absently as she unbuttoned his shirt.
“Chris?” Her soft voice pulled his eyes up, to her naïve face. Concern was etched into her features clearly; she’d said his name a few times.
“Sorry, Rebecca, what did you say?” he asked with a weak chuckle. A chuckle that morphed into a groan of pain as it pulled at his aching stomach.
“It’s alright.” Rebecca smiled kindly at him, her eyes flickering up to his face for a moment before she returned her attention to her work. “I asked how bad it hurts?”
“Ehh, not that bad…” Chris looked back down his own body to avoid the concerned look in Rebecca’s eyes as she checked the now-exposed bulletproof vest. Methodically, she ran her gloved fingers over the exposed material, checking for any breaks, any sign even a shard of the bullet had gone through. When content that it was safe to do so, Rebecca undid the vest and pulled the front forward, just enough to check the skin under, not so far that if something were to happen Chris would be in danger. She carefully pushed up his undershirt. It felt odd to have someone other than his captain do that. Chris couldn’t see his own stomach past the bulky material, so he looked back up to her face. The relief that flooded her eyes told him all he needed to know.
“Okay, you definitely still need to go to the hospital to get this checked out, but the bullet didn’t go through. You’ll be alright for now.” Rebecca said as she did the vest back up for him. Chris chuckled softly, even if the sound was far more strained than he would have liked, as he lifted a hand to ruffle the medic’s hair.
“Thanks, Rebecca.” He carefully pushed himself to his feet, careful not to look to his side. To the guy who wasn’t so lucky.
“I’m serious, Chris, you should go tomorrow at the latest.” Rebecca said with a huff as she got up, glaring up at him.
“I know, I know.” Chris waved off her concern with a smile and a lie. “I will, alright? Gotta debrief first,” he added as he nodded towards the captains, who were arguing in hushed tones. Maybe he should check in with Jill and Barry first, Chris thought, about to go over to them when Captain Wesker turned his head towards him. Chris froze in place as his captain cocked an eyebrow at him. He was daring him to disobey the order, and as much as Chris liked to push his captains’ buttons, he ached, and not in a good way. He wasn’t sure he could handle the punishment right now.
Chris walked over to his captain as Marini walked away, barking for his squad to handle cleanup. “I expect everyone’s reports on my desk first thing.” Captain Wesker’s voice carried across the warehouse, even though he didn’t raise his voice. Alpha squad’s voices blended into a chorus of ‘Yes sir’ behind Chris as he kept walking. Once within reach, Wesker caught Chris’ unbuttoned shirt in his gloved hands. “Come, we’ll debrief at my office.” he said, voice low, as he buttoned the shirt up and made his point man’s attire decent.
By the time they made it back to the STARS office, Chris was tired and wanted a smoke. The drive back had done no favours for his stomach, maybe Rebecca was onto something. Chris had perched himself on the chair in front of the captain’s desk as he watched the man divest himself of his own bulletproof gear and gun. Once he would have looked away, now he could watch. He’d seen Albert naked before, yet his breath still hitched as the man lifted the vest from his body, followed by the undershirt he’d been wearing. Chris wanted to get his hands on Albert. To push the memories of the day away, to seek the comfort that his touch brought, Chris wasn’t sure of the exact reason. He had expected Albert to pull on a clean undershirt then. Instead, the older man walked over to him, Chris’ eyes raised to meet his beautiful blue ones. When had he taken his shades off? Chris wasn’t complaining; he loved to see those beautiful blue eyes, but he rarely missed them being taken off.
“Stand up.” Albert ordered easily. Chris obeyed instinctively. Albert undid the buttons he’d done up in the warehouse. His touch softer than it was before. Less Captain Wesker, more Albert. Chris rolled his shoulders to help as Albert pushed the shirt off his body, the fabric rustling softly as it fell forgotten to the floor. Then came the vest, unstrapped by steady hands to be lifted away and deposited on the chair beside them. The older man’s hand came to rest over Chris’ covered stomach, splayed across it. Before Chris could say anything, could ask questions, Albert had moved again, taken the fabric in hand and pulled it up. Chris lifted his arms without any prompting to let the undershirt get pulled off his body.
Together, they looked down at Chris’ stomach. Chris winced while Albert’s lips tightened into a hard line. His stomach was already a mottled mess of purple and red. The dark circle where the bullet hit his vest looked too much like blood. Albert’s fingers ghosted over the mark; Chris’ muscles twitched under the skin at the contact.
“It doesn’t hurt…” Chris said quietly as he watched Albert map out the bruises. The touch felt oddly electric.
“It will later, Chris.” Albert said with a sardonic smile, there was a story buried in that grin. A story Chris would try and drag from him another time, when he didn’t feel like he was pushing through treacle to lift his arm.
“I’m okay, Albert.” Chris said softly, his hand coming to rest on Albert’s hip. He wanted to pull him close, to feel his warmth. Albert trailed his hand higher, up over Chris’ pecs to cup his neck.
“What would make you feel better?” He asked, his blue eyes soft as he focused on Chris’ face. He chuckled softly at the confusion that must have been clear on Chris’ face. “You got shot, Chris, what do you need?” Chris mulled the question over, chewed on the inside of his cheek as he thought. His thumb rubbed the dip in Albert’s hip.
“Can I suck your dick?” It was Albert’s turn to look confused, an eyebrow raised. Probably wondering if Chris had a concussion. “I… I like sucking you off and making you feel good, it makes me feel good and I-” Albert cut off Chris’ ramble with a kiss, brushed to his lips.
“Relax, Chris, I understand.” He whispered against his lips. The brush sent shudders down Chris’ spine. “If that’s what you want, that is what you’ll receive.” Chris couldn’t explain the relief that flooded him at those words. He didn’t need to, as Albert took his hand and led him around his desk.
Albert sat down in his chair; his eyes lifted to Chris’ face as he drew his hand to his lips. He brushed a kiss across the younger man’s knuckles before he dropped it carefully. Chris could feel the blush colouring his cheeks as he sank to his knees; yet he wasn’t ashamed. This was far from the most compromising position he’d put himself in for Albert. Chris lifted his hands to rest on Albert’s knees; a faint tremor ran down his arms at the effort. He peered up through his lashes, trying to see if his captain had noticed. If he had, he didn’t let on. Slowly, Chris slid his hands higher, one settled on his inner thigh while the other went higher still. He kneaded the supple flesh under his hand as he unzipped Albert’s slacks. His cock had already formed a tent in his underwear. Chris moaned softly at the sight. He loved that he had this effect on Albert, that he could do this to him. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of the underwear and slid it down. His mouth watered as he watched the older man’s cock strain against the fabric before it sprang free. Any other day, Chris would have taken his time, teased more. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than Albert’s dick in his mouth.
Chris leaned forward with one hand braced on Albert’s thigh, the other held the base of his dick. He wrapped his lips around the tip and sucked softly. Chris’ eyes slipped closed as he let out a content hum. He felt Albert’s thigh twitch under his hand at the hum. It felt good, the warm weight in his mouth along with the knowledge that Albert liked what he was doing. Slowly, Chris slid more into his mouth, his tongue pressed to the underside of the cock, tracing the vein with the tip. Albert placed a hand on his head, petting through his hair. Chris moaned softly in response as he peered up at his captain through his eyelashes. His own dick gave a valiant twitch in his pants, even as his body protested the energy expended at the sight above him. Albert’s hair was dishevelled; he must have run a hand through it. His lips were parted softly as his breathing came out heavier than before, and those beautiful blue eyes were fixed on Chris. Looking at him like he was something worth losing. Chris kept going till his nose brushed against Albert’s crotch, ignoring the way his stomach ached as he strained. As he drew back, he dragged his tongue back up along the vein, feeling it twitch under his ministrations. He stopped when he had only the tip in his mouth, sucking gently on it, his tongue dipping into the slit.
Chris set a steady pace as he bobbed his head, moaning around the dick in his mouth each time Albert’s breath hitched or his thigh twitched. He could stay like this forever, on his knees for his lover, his captain. His body had other ideas. Chris slid a hand down to cradle his stomach. The pain was no longer a dull ache, more a sharp pain that spiked every time he lifted up, every time he flexed his core. He furrowed his eyebrows, determined to ignore the pain as he sucked on Albert’s cockhead. He didn’t care that it hurt, he wanted to do this.
“Chris?” Albert’s voice, tight with pleasure yet coloured by concern, had him lifting his eyes again. An act he quickly regretted as Albert’s mouth twitched into a frown. “You’re in pain. You should stop.” Those words made his stomach drop, and Chris let go with a slick pop. Saliva trailed from his lips to the spit-slicked dick before him.
“No, I’m alright. It doesn’t hurt.” He lied with a grin as he pumped his fist up and down the slick length. His mouth felt empty without it in it, his breath hitched in a panic even he didn’t understand.
“Christopher…” Albert sighed through his nose as he placed a hand on the younger man’s wrist to still him. Chris winced; his racing heart did nothing to ease the pain across his whole abdomen. “This isn’t a punishment, you’re hurt.” Albert’s voice soothed the frayed edges of Chris as the older man pet his hair softly.
“I… I know… I just…” Chris groaned in frustration as he struggled to find the right words, sucking on his cheek to ease the empty feeling. Albert slid his hand down to cup Chris’ cheek softly, his thumb petting at the taut flesh.
“Talk to me, Dearest.” The pet name had Chris melting into Albert’s hand as his eyes closed of their own accord.
“I… I feel calm when I’m… sucking your dick. It’s… I dunno, like I can just let go?” Chris mumbled, he knew his face was flushed with shame. Yet Albert’s petting never stopped. “Please… don’t ask me to stop…”
“Alright, just take it easy for me?” Chris opened his eyes at those words and nodded, a smile breaking over his lips. “Good boy.” Those words pulled a moan from Chris as he leaned back in to take the tip of Albert’s only slightly flagging dick back into his mouth. He didn’t even try to hide the grateful moan that spilled from him as the tightness in his chest eased when he sucked on the tip. Albert chuckled softly as he returned his hand to the younger’s hair, petting it tenderly. Chris went slower this time, savouring every sensation as he worked Albert down his throat over and over. His movements got slower with each bob, even if he didn’t realize it. His eyes fluttered closed as the warm weight in his mouth soothed the pain that went deeper than his skin. Eventually, his eyes stopped opening again as he fell still, cheek resting on Albert’s thigh. Dick still in his mouth.
Albert raised his eyebrow as Chris fell still. He slid the hand in his point man’s hair down to check his pulse. A slow, steady beat. Asleep. Chris had fallen asleep while sucking his dick. Albert bit his lip to stifle the groan that bubbled up in his chest, lest he wake Chris up. Experimentally, he rolled his hips in a shallow thrust. Chris sighed sleepily, his mouth relaxed but otherwise showed no sign of waking up. Albert clenched the arm of his chair tight at the sight. He could do anything he wanted with his man. His hips twitched at the thought, pushing into the plush heat that surrounded his cock. Albert used the arm of the chair as leverage and started to slowly roll his hips, greedily drinking in the sight of his cock slipping in and out of Chris’ mouth. The younger, so ready to please, nuzzled closer, which resulted in a better angle. “Good boy.” Albert whispered as he kept rolling his hips forward, his breath catching in his throat every few thrusts. His grip tightened as he fought the urge to go faster, to fuck Chris’ throat raw.
Slowly, his hips started to stutter, till he devolved into an erratic twitch as his teeth sank into his bottom lip. He should pull back, he told himself. Chris moaned sweetly around his cock in his sleep. Albert was a goner. His teeth sliced through the flesh of his lip, and his hips stilled as his cock twitched in the warm heat of Chris’ mouth, cum spurting out. Chris let out a small, startled noise, his eyes scrunched closed before he… started swallowing. Albert couldn’t stop the groan that spilled out of him then as he fought to keep his eyes open, to watch as his cock shot more seed into his man’s waiting mouth. Some of the cum dribbled out and over his cheek; that shouldn’t have made Albert’s dick twitch the way it did.
When he was done, Albert expected to see Chris looking up at him, awake and content. Instead, he found that Chris was still asleep, his breathing soft and even as he nuzzled closer to stop the soft dick in his mouth from falling out. Albert groaned softly at the sight. This was how it should be: Chris with him, relying on him forever, Albert thought, as he resumed his soft petting of his man’s hair with one hand while he picked up a folder from his desk with the other. Might as well get some work done while he let Chris sleep a bit. He would wake him up to take him home in an hour or two, long enough that his body had recovered enough to handle the drive home at least.