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Caleb walked around the dark base, trying to find a way to make good use of the little rest time he got provided in between the trials. And by making a good use of his time, he naturally meant to spend it teasing his favorite subject to annoy and watch him visibly go red from frustration of course, the redness from frustration soon being replaced with a different kind of blush soon after.
After some useless wandering, Caleb turned around the corner, he came across one of the killers he was acquainted with —- the Ghostface, who was also heading somewhere, knowing him probably to drink or fuck. That’s how most of the killers spent their free time around here. Caleb had to admit, it was certainly a soundproof lifestyle that he often enjoyed as well.
,,Have you seen Wesker anywhere ?’’ Caleb asked, tipping his hat forwards as a greeting.
The Ghostface smiled at him with a knowing look and pointed in the direction of one of the rooms that had randomly spawned that time because of the love the Entity had for chaos. ,,He’s probably there. I’m surprised, you didn’t get an invite?’’
,,Don’t really need one, I'm free to go inside anytime I wanna. Thanks’’ The Deathslinger winked at him, not wasting any more time and going straight into the closed door he was directed towards.
When he stepped in, he saw a small room full of computers and bookshelves. In the centre there was a workdesk and a black office chair. Wesker sat on the said chair and had his legs raised on top of the table with documents splayed all over his lap and the desk. Because he was facing the door, Albert immediately noticed an unaccounted entrance, peeking out of the opened files he had been burying his head into to see who it was that had interrupted his work.
When Wesker realised who the uninvited guest was, he playfully chose to ignore Caleb and went back to whatever he was reading. But the glint in his eyes betrayed just how much he was actually looking forward to seeing the man, a soft smile creeping up his face, making the ends of his lips perk up.
He tossed the document back on the desk, folded his hands on his lap and looked at Caleb, waiting for some sort of a conversation starter.
Caleb just grabbed the extra chair sitting in the corner of the room and placed it down next to the Wesker’s one, taking a moment to scan over his cluttered desk. His eyes landed on the framed picture Albert had sitting in the corner of his table. He picked it up to inspect closer, making out a figure of a younger Wesker standing along with other people dressed in the same military style uniforms.
,,They are my past teammates , I was their captain back in my cop days. " Explained Wesker, breaking the silence ,,But that was such a long time ago, so much has changed after that”
,,What were you a captain of, dick sucking?’’ Teased Caleb, watching the instant reaction show up on Albert’s face. He smacked the picture from the Deathslinger’s hands and placed it back where it belonged.
,,I was a captain of the S.T.A.R.S — Special Tactics and Rescue Service, we investigated high-crime and dangerous terrorism cases until eventually disbanding in 1998 because of T-virus” Wesker declared proudly, now choosing to ignore Caleb once again after his foolish remark.
The Deathslinger was a huge fan of listening to Wesker talk on and on about his glorious past, which he did ever so often, his eyes would light up with a rather human like look every time and even though, Caleb would much often just stare at him rather than actually listen to what he was saying, it still brought some kind of sense of domestic warmth to the older man. He would never say that to Wesker though.
,,Yes, I’m aware that you disbanded because you decided to betray and switch with the weird virus making academy but I bet you still managed to get in one of these guy’s pants didn’tya? Oh I bet it was this one with the muscled arms wasn’t it?” Caleb said as he pointed at Chris Redfield standing next to Albert in that photograph.
,,You mean Chris? You know him, he's a survivor here. Are you showing signs of dementia already, old man? Yeah, we fucked a couple of times (And by couple I mean almost everyday back in the day) Sometimes when I’m with you I close my eyes and try to pretend you’re him but really nothing compares, I wish he’d let me get close but alas,I have to make do with what I have at disposal unfortunately…” Wesker spoke out in a disappointed tone, extending his palm and hoovering it up and down Caleb while shaking his head in disapproval, clearly lying his boots off to Caleb, who was too green with jealousy to read through the lies. He looked as if he was ready to murder someone at the spot, eyes glaring white.
,, You talk too much for a dog, quit barking before I teach you a lesson’’ Caleb adjusted his hat drawing his other one to his belt buckle, swiftly switching it to touch his gun.
Wesker just laughed, putting his legs down and instead placing them on Caleb’s lap, twirling a little in his chair:
,,Looking forward to it’’
,,I bet you are, you dirty whore”
,,I love how oblivious you are. I’m just messing with you old man’’ Wesker laughed out again, shifting in his chair cuddling against Caleb’s lap more, getting more comfortable to go back to work.
The Deathslinger just snatched the page he was reading, annoyed at the whole situation.
,,Are you going to spend all of your free time reading this old junk?’’
,,Well I seem to have a liking problem for old junks” Albert smirked out, trying to get back the piece of paper Caleb was holding. It was no use as Caleb held it close looking at the picture that was attached to the document.
,,Are you wearing black lipstick?’’ The Deathslinger seemed to have gotten all over their past argument, now fascinated by another picture of younger Albert, this time in Umbrella academy, standing in a lab coat, wearing black lipstick and painted nails, much to Caleb’s amusement. He did look good in it, Caleb had to admit.
,,That was like 15 years ago, different fashion trends back then.” Replied Wesker, trying to disregard the whole thing.
,,15 years ago? How old are you Red eyes?’’ Caleb was caught by surprise all of a sudden.
,,What do you mean?’’ laughed out Wesker, ,,how old do you think I am Deathslinger?’’
,,Like 25?’’ replied Caleb, still with a surprised tone, not taking his eyes off from the picture. ,,And my name is prettier on your tongue, or do ya only use it while yer pleading for me to keep going harder?
,,I’m almost forty. Why would I even bother with your grandpa ass if I was twenty-five?’ Wesker chuckled, disregarding Caleb’s latest remark.
,,What? Should I be the one calling you old man then? ‘’ Caleb finally took his eyes off the photograph now looking at Wesker, trying to find any proof of his age.
,,You still have thirty years on me, don’t get it twisted, old man…” Clarified Wesker.
,,You can call me whatever you want Redeyes, if only you put that black lipstick on again for me.” Caleb said, instantly getting Wesker ’s full attention, he laughed out nervously, bringing his hand up to his face to cover his expression.
,,Even if I still had that lipstick laying around somewhere, let’s say hypothetically, what would I get out of making your wish come true?” Wesker asked with a seductive tone, pulling Caleb closer with his hand, practically repositioning into his lap.
,,Hmm, I can probably give you the thing you desire the most by just fucking that pretty throat of yours, can’t I?”
,,Ha ha you wish.” Declared Wesker, suddenly gaining self respect back.
,,Alright, then is a promise to take good care of you afterwards good enough for you?” Offered Caleb, rubbing his chin to portray as if he was really considering what Wesker might wish.
,, You’ll do that anyway, make me a custom gun of yours, something that I’ll like.” To tell the truth, he just wanted The Deathslinger to dedicate his free time to making him something memorable and he could watch too. It was always hot, seeing Caleb work on a weapon, the top button of his shirt undone and sweat making it cling tight to his body, revealing his toned figure.
,,Deal, now hurry…” Quickly agreed Caleb, pushing Albert from his lap to go fetch the makeup.
Wesker got up and leaned down to one of his desk drawers, rummaging through the insides looking for the lipstick. At last from the bottom of the drawer, he pulled out a little black cylinder and waved it in front of Caleb’ s face. He snatched it really quickly and opened it, placing the cap on the desk, prompting Wesker to come closer. Wesker scooted over without getting up and sat on the floor next to where Caleb was sitting, placing his chin on the older man’s knee.
Caleb twisted the stick, revealing the black paste and extended one arm to get a hold of Wesker ’s face, holding it firmly to not miss his lips for when he put the makeup on. With the other hand he carefully applied the makeup, spreading the lipstick evenly, gesturing to Albert to rub his lips together to even out the lipstick more. Once he was happy with the results he put the stick down and brought Wesker ’s face closer, admiring his work to its max potential.
,,God yer too pretty, glad you don’t wear it anymore, wouldn’t want anyone else but me seeing you like that.”
,, Mmm really? Then I’ll wear it tomorrow and I’ll make sure to kiss you all over so everyone sees who it’s for, does that sound good?”
,,Damn I’ll hate myself so much for keeping your silver tongue occupied but maybe it can make up for being busy somewhere else?”
Wesker just rolled his eyes, obliging by grabbing at Caleb’s belt, unfastening with precision. His hands trailed all over Caleb’s still dressed lower body, feeling him through the trousers. At last he signaled The Deathslinger to get up for a second and took the moment to slide his pants and underwear off, pulling them down to his knees. He got back to his previous position, now unzipping his turtleneck. Caleb helped him to slide it off fully and tossed it to the side, undoing the top two buttons of his own shirt, shifting forwards, closer to Albert’s face.
Caleb started trailing his hands in Wesker’s hair, pulling him onto his thighs. Albert grabbed his hands and brought them to his lips, giving them gentle pecks, leaving black kiss marks behind.
,,Now, you’re going to keep those hands on the armrests for me, the second you try to take control I’ll stop and walk out, understood?” Wesker firmly planted them on the chair, giving a final squeeze on his wrists. Caleb just raised his eyebrows, looking at him with a curious smirk and nodded gently, wrapping his fingers around the handles as instructed. His arousal became more and more pronounced, the need to be touched no longer being able to be ignored.
Wesker took his cue to get started on kissing inside Caleb’s thighs, leaving black marks all over alongside with, soon formed soft pink and red spots, purposely avoiding his crotch to add more tension to it. Caleb’s grip on the chair tightened, knuckles turning white. He could feel Albert smiling on his skin, clearly enjoying teasing him.
Wesker placed his hands deeply into Caleb’s knees, fingers digging into flesh, using just his tongue to trail along Caleb’s tip, making even more precum leak. He took one of his hands off and spread the formed liquid all over Caleb’s entire cock, going up and down repeatedly, making the Deathslinger wince out from pleasure a little.
Caleb wanted so bad to just pull his hair forward and make Albert take his entire length in at once but a promise was a promise and Wesker wouldn’t let that slide anyway, he had walked out on him many times before for the same reason, leaving him without fulfilling his needs, he couldn’t let that happen this time, not when he had Wesker all dolled up. Caleb looked down on Albert’s nails on his knees, damn if only he had put that nail polish on too. His thoughts were interrupted by Wesker going in deeper, making the Deathslinger groan out loudly.
,,Albert- you’re amazing…” Quietly whispered out Caleb, slightly throwing his head back on the chair, breathing hard.
Wesker just let out a small muffled voice, going in deeper, now fully taking it in and adjusting. He was wrapping his lips tightly around the base, gradually starting to move back and forth, going insanely slow to make Caleb go out of his mind.
,,Don’t do that, you little- Fuck, Red eyes c’mon speed up…”
Caleb pulled his head back and made eye contact with Wesker, watching the mischievous look on the younger man’s face. He was enjoying driving him up the walls. That was it.
Albert slowly pulled out, placing one last kiss on the tip before speaking out: ,,I’ll let you go at whatever pace you want Caleb, only if you ask me nicely” his voice was rough from the toll on his throat, eyes reddened up and face flushed. Caleb’s cock twitched just from the suggestion. He couldn’t hold on much longer, guess he had to submit to Albert.
Caleb lifted his hand and gently tucked a loose stand of hair over Wesker’s ear, whispering softly, just loudly enough for Albert to catch it.
,,Please dear, let me fuck the crap out of your throat… please…”
Wesker smiled softly, opening his mouth back up to slide Caleb’s length back in. As soon as his lips were back on the Deathslinger’s tip, he felt a hand deep inside his hair, pulling him forwards, making his own cock pulsate in his pants, he groaned out, fuck- it was so frustrating, he needed to release himself soon too. Caleb twisted his wrist in the blonde’s hair grabbing it and making Wesker speed up a lot, stripping him of the ability to form a single thought. Wesker desperately shuffled his fingers into his pant’s waistband trying to take them off, failing ultimately and settling on rubbing himself through his trousers trying to relieve some sort of pent up tension. Caleb noticed what Albert was trying to do and used his free hand to help him with the buttons practically tearing them off.
,,Albert I’m close… ” Moaned out the Deathslinger, simultaneously sliding Wesker’s pants off.
Albert sped up on his own too, bobbing his head up and down looking up to Caleb with a look that alone was enough to make the Deathslinger completely fall apart, breathing in a hitched breath as he came deep in Wesker’s throat. He could not see anything clearly, tears forming at the corner of his eyes rocking into the sensation.
Wesker swallowed hard, quickly tearing his mouth off of Caleb to breathe in properly, gasping loudly and grabbing at his chest. His lipstick was all smudged up giving him a messy look which made Caleb smirk.
,,You’re insane…Come here “ The Deathslinger pointed at his lap. Wesker nearly tripped from getting up too fast, ending up in Caleb’s lap after all . The older man started kissing him all over his throat leaving red bruises behind. He dug his hand back into Wesker’s pants freeing his attention deprived length and starting to rub his thumb down the slit making Albert yelp in his lap, he quickly wrapped his hand around Caleb’s neck burying his head into his collarbones, grinding his hips to meet the touch, moaning softly into Caleb’s ear. The Deathslinger sped up the pace, cupping the entire length, speeding up the pace, knowing Albert’s preferences.
,,You’re so good for me Red eyes, I’ll get a hard on every time I’ll think about you in that lipstick.” Caleb placed his other hand on Wesker’s back trailing his spine ,,And that will be very often I promise, each time thinking about new ways to wreck one of your holes.” His raspy tone was enough to make Albert cum on spot, all over Caleb’s hands and his chair. He moaned out, wrapping both of his hands around Caleb’s neck tighter, moving his hips so much that he was practically fucking the Deathslinger’s hand. Once the sensation subsided, Wesker shifted back into his chair, wiping the sweat off his forehead, pulling his pants back on.
On the other side Caleb was dressing too, now fastening his belt back on. He locked eyes with Wesker once again, smiling softly as his gaze wandered to Albert’s lips.
,,You should look in a mirror dear.’’ He extended his arm grabbing Wesker by his chin and wiping the smudged lipstick from his lips, Wesker was surprised at how long the make up had lasted in the first place, taking the moment to softly bite the side of Caleb’s thumb, trailing his tongue over it.
Just then they heard a voice echoing through the entire place, signaling them that it was time to go back to work.
Wesker repositioned back into his lap, pulling out a small mirror from one of the drawers, looking inside. Albert smiled a little upon seeing that the Deathslinger had fixed his now half-faded lipstick. He looked further down in the mirror, eyeing his bruised neck and Caleb’s figure behind him. Suddenly Wesker got an idea, turning around to grab the older man by his collar and placing a kiss on the inner side of it, fully transferring all of his leftover lipstick onto the mark, wiping his lips with his hand.
,,You should wash your face, looks like you have been rolling in tar, old man’’
,,Aren’t ya gonna wipe it off of me?’’ Asked Caleb, looking into the mirror himself, he did look like a hot mess but it was obvious it was lipstick marks and not dirt. Surely what Wesker had in mind was to humiliate him in front of the killers by making him walk around marked by him like that, making him earn a few privacy invading questions from the bored killers who had nothing better to do than get all up in someone’s business.
,,Hmm, no… I don’t think I can manage, you better do it yourself.’’ Wesker climbed off of him and got up to open the door, politely guiding Caleb towards the door.
Wesker leaned against the doorframe, pulling Caleb into a hug, placing a final kiss on his nose.
,,See ya soon pup” The Deathslinger hugged back and pecked him all over too until finally waving goodbye and stepping out.
The Ghostface stumbled into him once again as he was making his way to the bathroom, Caleb could almost see the teasing expression he had on his face behind the mask.
,,You really don’t need an invite do you?’’