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Wesker‘s eyes dart between the security cameras on Rockfort Island. He’s surprised to see his former pointman clearing his way through the buildings, but he should’ve known Chris would have caught up to him sooner or later. The young man is strong, fiery, and trained by Wesker’s hand. He’s the closest thing to a threat to Wesker there is, but no matter. He stands back, smirks, and snaps on his sunglasses as he moves through the corridors, zeroing in on Chris’ location.
He stalks the boy from the shadows, moving light on his feet so as not to alert Chris. A panther hunting a jackal. It’s almost pitiful how easy it is to sidle up behind him as Chris enters a control room and place his gun to his head, “Not another step, Chris.” He says quietly and Chris’ body stiffens, rooted to the spot.
“W- Wesker?” He says, too stunned to be angry. Against anyone’s better judgement Chris turns around, as if he needs to see the man to believe he’s really there. Wesker drinks in the expressions that fly over Chris’ face, shock, betrayal, anger, grief, he may as well have gone through the five stages at this point, “How?”
“What? Did you really think I died in that lab? Shame, I would have thought you knew me better than that, especially with all the… quality time we spent together.
Chris visibly flinches and his fists clench at his side, “You have no right to bring that up.” Chris practically growls and it seems like his jumble of emotions decided to settle on rage. In a moment, Wesker runs through his options. He could fight Chris, but that would be a time sink that he really would rather avoid. He could shoot Chris but… that would be too easy, also something he’d rather avoid. What he settles on may be a waste of time as well but he shoves the logical voice away for a moment because it’s been so long since he’s seen his favorite S.T.A.R.S. and it’s been quite a long time since he’s satisfied himself in any way.
Wesker drops the gun to his side and stands to full height, “Chris…” he murmurs, lowering his voice the way he would when the two of them stood in his office, talking in hushed tones to avoid Chris’ teammates hearing them. He sees pain cut through the hate and he slowly raises his hand to cup Chris’ cheek as he holsters his weapon, “I have no intention of harming you.”
Chris bites the inside of his cheek to prevent the choked sob that tries to escape from his throat. He clenches his eyes tight shut but he doesn’t pull away from Wesker’s touch, “Stop it.” He says around the lump in his throat.
“Stop what?” He says lightly, stroking the five o’clock shadow under his thumb.
“Stop manipulating me.” He says, voice so cold they’re both a little taken aback by it. He looks down at the floor, body trembling, “What do you want from me?”
Wesker moves his hand and gently places fingers under Chris’ chin so he can tilt his head up, “I’ve missed you.”
Chris’ looks veers back into anger territory and Wesker knows he needs to play this carefully, “Stop lying to me! Do what you want but I’m not your fucking pet anymore, just be honest for fucking once!”
The blond knits his brows together and drops his hand, he takes a step back from Chris, looking hurt, “I’m not lying.”
Chris pinches his fingers across his eyes and a wave of emotion courses through him. He tries to subtly wipe the tears that take him by surprise, “Don’t do this to me. Not again.” Chris says with a plea in his word.
“You loved me once,” Wesker says, moving back in so he can place his hands on Chris’ shoulders, “as I, did you.”
Chris tilts his head to the sky, “That was then,” he says, then he looks back down and meets the other man’s gaze, “this is now.”
“We could love again, Chris.” He says, curious to see how far he can entice his ex-partner. Would it be possible to become partners once more? It would be worth the effort to get Chris on his side, he would be losing one of his greatest threats and gaining a very valuable asset, “We were made for each other. You said it yourself, don’t you remember?”
“That was before you betrayed S.T.A.R.S., betrayed me.”
“I helped you survive Chris. I gave you what you needed in that mansion and I knew you would because I know you Chris, you're a survivor, just like me.” Wesker says and he rips off his sunglasses, revealing his crimson eyes.
Chris gasps and his jaw slightly hangs open as he sees the monster Wesker has become. He wonders how the brunette will feel, scared perhaps? Or horrified? What he doesn’t expect is the look of sorrow that winds its way through the young man’s handsome features, “Oh Wesker,” He says, distressed, “what did you do?”
“What I had to survive.” He says grimly.
Chris steps closer and a tentative hand reaches up and he sets his fingertips beneath Wesker’s eye, “You had such beautiful eyes.”
“Are you saying I’m no longer attractive, Chris?” He sneers.
“No!” Chris says, perhaps a tad too quickly, “No but…” He shakes his head, unsure what to even say.
Wesker takes the palm on his face and holds it tight, “Come away with me Chris.” He says, voice dripping like honey and he gives Chris a soft smile, remembering how fond the young man once was of tracing his smiles with his fingers, “That is, if I am still attractive enough, as you implied.” He lightly teases, trying to loosen the tension in Chris and he can see it worked slightly when the brunette huffs a laugh.
He smiles back crookedly, “That’s a fantasy Wesker, you know we could never make that work.”
“I beg to differ.” He says, bringing Chris’ hand to his lips to kiss before he gently releases it.
Chris tightens his eyes and jerks his head, then he sighs, “I gotta go Wesker. You should leave before I get back to report your presence.” He says, turning his back to go.
Wesker acts immediately, unwilling to let this opportunity slip through his fingers. He knows Chris is so close to breaking, “Wait.” He says, wrapping his long lingers around Chris' waist to prevent him from leaving, “Just one more night.” He says, nuzzling his nose into the crook of the boy’s shoulder.
“Wesker…” Chris breathes, “We can’t.”
“We never had a proper goodbye. Just one more night Chris, please.” He says, trying not to put too much desperation into his voice, “I need you.” He moves a hand around and brushes his palm across the young man’s crotch. Chris whimpers and Wesker smirks behind, please to already find Chris bulging in his pants, “No one will know.”
“Fuck, Wesker.” Chris says and then the man spins him around, sealing the moment with a dazzling kiss that has Chris moaning into his mouth like a common whore. The moment their lips touch it’s like a damn breaks in Chris and he kisses the blond with a passion that slightly startles him.
It takes a millisecond for his brain to catch up to speed, but then he grabs the sides of Chris’ head with both hands to deepen the kiss. He needs to maintain this pace, keep Chris so keyed up he doesn’t have a moment to think about turning back. Chris begins removing Wesker’s belt and vest with quaking hands and the older man does the same until they’re both stripped down to nothing, “Lie down, dear heart.” Wesker says in a low voice.Chris lies on the ground and Wesker kneels between his thighs. But before he moves, he pauses, then he grabs one of their cargo pants and he folds them up and puts them under Chris’ head. He knows a little generosity will earn him points in the boy’s book, “Just relax. Let me take care of you.” He says, shifting down Chris' body so he can lick a stripe from Chris’ balls to his tip which causes the boy to whine and his hips to jerk.
Wesker lolls his tongue around his pink tip, then he takes Chris’ entire cock to the base with ease, “Oh, god!” Chris cries out and the sound has his own cock twitching with the desire for attention. He hollows his cheeks and he sucks Chris lewdly, there’s no point in maintaining a controlled facade right now, he knew how Chris liked it. It isn’t long before he hears the boy’s breathing become heavier and then his hair is tugged, “Wesker, I’m…” The older man gets the hint and he pulls off with a loud pop.
“That’s it. There’s my boy.” He coos as he climbs his way up Chris’ body. He mounts the brunette and reaches behind himself to hold Chris’ cock, “It has been too long, hasn’t it.” He says, beginning to sink down onto Chris’ length. He hisses slightly as Chris breeches that ring of muscle and it truly has been a long time.
“Fuck, Wesker please. God, I’ve missed you.” He stammers as the man bottoms out against him. The room is thick with pheromones and emotions and so Wesker makes a decision and he takes it slow.
He places both hands on Chris’ pecs, letting his thumbs lightly brush his nipples and he tightens his body as he deliberately drags himself up Chris’ cock, making sure to feel every part of him before inching back down, “We could have this again Chris.” Wesker says, “We don’t have to give this up. Come with me and we can be gods together.”
Wesker picks up the pace and Chris curses. His hands shoot to Wesker’s hips, “I don’t want to be a god, Wesker,” he digs his nails in, trying to stave off his orgasm, “I just want you.” he says, voice raw.
Wesker drops to his forearms, boxing the boy in, “Chris.” He sighs, before devouring his lips once more. Chris kisses back feverishly and he bends his knees, planting his feet on the ground as he starts hammering into Wesker at a punishing pace. One hand threads its way into Wesker's hair while the other reaches between their bodies, stroking Wesker’s cock off-rhythm, but blindingly quick.
“We needed you,” Chris whispers, “I needed you.”
“I know,” Wesker gasps, “but I’m here now. You can have me, if you choose it.” He doesn’t try to hold back his groan as he spills all over Chris’ hand, making a mess of their stomachs.
“Jesus Christ.” Chris moans and his hands grip Wesker’s waist with bruising fingers and he jackhammers his hips brutally for a few more seconds before his lips fall open as he’s thrown over the edge buried deep into Wesker’s body.
Neither of them move for a few minutes, they just lay in each other’s space, letting a rare moment of quiet settle between them. That is, until Wesker speaks, “Beautiful as always Christopher.” He flashes Chris a smile and gives the man a kiss on his forehead, then he’s shifting his weight and separates himself. He stands up and turns his back so Chris can’t see the sneer of disgust at the mess. He opens a pocket on his vest and gets out a couple emergency gun cleaning rags. He cleans up when he can then tosses two Chris’ way. Wesker retrieves his clothing and puts his vest and sunglasses back in place. He turns around as Chris is finishing doing the same.
Wesker looks down at his watch, “I have to depart,” he says, looking over to Chris, “are you coming?”
Chris looks at him dumbfounded, “You can’t be serious.”
“Do you know me as anything but?”
“Wesker,” Chris says, desperation evident in his tone, “I can’t.”
“Why not?” He almost snaps, but he needs to hold his frustration at bay.
He scoffs, “You killed my friends. You’re actively killing people with your experiments. I can’t, no matter how much I wish I could.”
Silence descends upon the room as Wesker just observes Chris, waiting to see any hesitation but all he finds is steely resolve. He inclines his head, “Very well, until we meet again Chris. I wouldn’t be surprised to see our fates intertwine in the near future.”
“Wesker come with me. We can work something out—” But Wesker quiets him by stepping forward and claiming his lips in one last kiss.
They break apart and Wesker cocks his head at him, “the offer still stands, if you change your mind.” He says, then he turns on his heel and confidently strides away. He smirks to himself as he leaves Chris to weigh his options. He looks at his watch and he is uncomfortably behind schedule, but he needs to grab something first. He picks up the pace, using his speed to get back to the security room. The boy had been so susceptible, he’s sure with some more chance encounters, he may be able to chisel down those moral walls separating the two of them. But with the right words, he’s sure he’ll be able to make Chris his once again.
However, Wesker is a man who plans for every possible outcome. He presses the eject button on the correct security VHS and he lets out a dark laugh as he stows it in his pouch. Best case scenario, he just got a lovely recording he and Chris can enjoy together. Worst case scenario, having a little blackmail on Chris can’t hurt anything.