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"What the hell happened here?" Chris came to a sudden stop, the narrow path Sheva and he had been following had opened up, he lowered his gun for a moment as he took in the sight before him - bodies piled upon bodies in the centre of a wide, well lit area.
He glanced at Sheva, the two of them sharing the same concerned expression - he was about to say something else, before the addition of something new drew his attention.
Excella Gionne stumbled into veiw, gasping for air and clutching her torso tightly; Chris raised his gun in habit, "Excella," He called out, trying to keep his voice steady even when confronted with such a horrific sight. "Whats going on..!?"
Excella's voice came out weak and breathless, "Why... when I've done so much..." she stumbled yet again, barely keeping her footing as she began to claw at her neck with one hand, "All for you..."
It was at this moment Chris figured out exactly what had happened, this was no freak accident.
The intercom clicking to life snapped Chris from his intense thoughts, a familiar voice filling the air around them.
"Chris, how nice of you to join us."
"Wesker!" Chris called out, brows furrowing as he took a step forwards. His gaze turned upwards towards an observation deck, the bastard must be there, he thought.
"Don't worry," He drawled, "Your mission is at its end, Uroboros is on the eve of its appearance. Six billion cries of agony will birth a new balance."
"Sorry Wesker, but not on my watch!" Chris yelled back, thumping a hard fist on his chest before gritting his teeth, gaze drifting back to Excella.
"Albert...!" She screamed, clutching her chest in agony. "You said we'd change this world together... why!?"
"...I thought they were partners?" Sheva spoke, her hands gripping her gun tightly as she glanced at Chris, who gave her a grim look in return.
"Wesker doesn't give a damn about anyone but himself." Chris replied, trying to keep the bile rising in his throat down.
A smug chuckle echoed over the metal walls of the ship, "Soon, even you will understand, Chris." Chris could hear the smug grin in that man's voice, his eyebrows twitched in irritation. "One glimpse of my new world, and it will all make perfect sense."
"Show yourself!" Chris snapped, his patience wearing thin with this man and his games. He wanted to crush that smug grin right of Wesker's face.
"Unfortunately, it's too late for you." The man continued, not even dignifying Chris with a reply, "You will not live to see the dawn."
"And Excella, I am sorry but it seems Uroboros has rejected you." Excella's motions were only growing more frantic and animalistic as Wesker spoke, "Though you have been an excellent asset, I have one last task for you."
"Albert!" Excella's blood chilling scream pierced the air, sending goosebumps down Chris' arms.
Black tendrils, like the ones Chris had learnt to associate with Uroboros, erupted from Excella's mouth - writhing and slithering before growing to engulf her completely.
Sheva took a step back, eyes wide, "What the hell!?" She exclaimed, as the two of them watched the mass of tendrils that was once Excella begin to drag corpse after corpse from the pile into its form, growing exponentially.
The intercom clicked to life one more time with Wesker's voice, "Farewell, old friend."
Chris stared up at this monster before them in utter awe, fear and adrenaline coursing through his veins in tandem. Then, he heard Sheva call him, his partner staring at him with a concerned expression.
Right, he couldn't freeze up now, otherwise he risked becoming more fuel for this creature.
The two of them shot into action, dashing to the side as tendrils crashed down all around them - they had to get inside, and quick.
"Sheva, this way!" Chris exclaimed as he rolled under an incoming sweep from the creature, rushing towards a rusted metal door, their only chance. "Hurry!"
The door opened easily enough, and the two of them slid inside, slamming the heavy metal closed behind them. "Fuck, Sheva, what do we do?" Chris panted heavily, his broad back pressed firmly against the door behind them.
Sheva leant against the wall for a moment, catching her breath, "We need to kill that thing and find Wesker." Chris nodded, Sheva's determination was amazing - even as her hands shook and her breath came heavy, the look in her eyes told Chris that she knew they could beat this creature.
"Then there's no time to waste," Chris began, reloading his pistol as he glanced down the corridor next to them; tendrils of that monster had begun to crash through the glass, searching for them. "This place won't hold for much longer."
"Let's do this, partner."
They nodded at each other before turning to head through the hallway, glass cracking beside them as they hurried through section after section of the ship.
"There!" As Chris said this the two of them reached a door, the rust around its base had sealed it closed - Chris glanced back at Sheva, who nodded in understanding.
All it took was a kick from the both of them and the door flew off its hinges, clattering loudly to the ground in front of them.
In front of them now was the control room, table after table filled with buttons that Chris had no idea behind their uses, and glass windows overlooking the horrific sight of the creature that was once Excella, growing bigger still.
Yet none of that was the reason the two of them drew their weapons, firing at the figure in front of them with little to no hesitation.
Of course none of them hit, damn this bastard and his superhuman speed, Chris thought.
Before he could process anything rationally, Wesker's fist was flying at Chris' face - Chris barely managed to avoid it by practically throwing himself to the side, rolling away and landing on one knee. "Wesker!"
The man chuckled, head turning to face Chris, who couldn't see anything past his own reflection in the man's sunglasses. "Chris," He drawled, cracking his gloved knuckles, "I must say, you got here quicker than I had expected."
Chris gritted his teeth, glancing at Sheva who stood behind him - he had expected the man to have left long ago, the fact he was still here didn't bode well for either of them. He wanted to tell Sheva to run, to get the hell out of here before something bad happened to her just like...
But he knew that she wouldn't listen, his determined partner stared Wesker down with a fury that matched his own. "Sheva," Chris managed after a moment, "Leave this to me, you need to end that fucking monster before the ship sinks."
Sheva turned her gaze to Chris, seeing the emotions warring on his face. She understood.
"Don't die, partner." She nodded, before turning and rushing through the door behind them, not giving their opponent a moment to act.
Chris turned back to Wesker, who grinned smugly, "Just me and you now, eh Chris?"
Chris took a defensive stance, he knew he couldn't beat Wesker in hand to hand combat - the man wasn't even human anymore, but he had to hold on, for Sheva and the world.
"It's over Wesker," Chris gritted out, hands gripping tight on the knife at his side, "This ends here."
"Indeed." Wesker agreed, surging forwards and throwing another punch towards Chris, who barely avoided it before being seized by the throat, slammed back into the wall behind him. "It's time to finish this, Chris."
Chris glared down at the man holding him off his feet against the wall, grip tightening around the knife by his side before lifting it to slash across the mans cheek, causing him to hiss and drop Chris. Chris took this chance to swing again, landing a clean punch on Wesker's face, knocking the man's sunglasses off and sending them clattering to the floor loudly.
Wesker stood there for a moment, jaw clenched, before turning his gaze back to Chris, his inhuman amber eyes full of hatred as his lips curled up in distaste. "You really know how to push my buttons, Chris." He gritted out, before surging into action once more, swinging at Chris and landing a clean hit to the mans side, causing Chris to gasp before swinging back, narrowly missing Wesker's cheek.
The fight was intense, every time Chris thought he was about to land a hit, Wesker managed to barely evade with his inhuman speed - meanwhile Chris could only block the attacks being thrown his way. His arms were beginning to scream in agony, hit after hit landing on them - Chris knew he would have some nasty bruises if he got out of this alive.
"Don't you see it yet Chris," Wesker began once again, never letting up his attacks for even a moment, "How futile your efforts are?"
Chris could barely think, let alone respond, he was managing by the skin on his teeth right now, not even fighting, just trying to survive.
"Shut it, Wesker." Chris gritted out, seeing an opening and taking it to swing once again at the man, knife in hand this time. "I don't have time for your stupid games!"
Much to Chris' surprise, the knife met flesh, sinking past cloth and into Wesker's shoulder causing the man to hiss in pain, eyes narrowing as they bore into Chris.
It was at this moment Chris knew he had fucked up.
Wesker surged forwards, grabbing Chris by the throat once more as the man dropped his knife in shock; Chris felt his back slam down against the floor, head crashing against metal as he let out a gruff cry. "Shit!"
"You never fail to irritate me." Wesker gritted out, looming over Chris as he tightened his grip around the mans throat further, a little more pressure and Chris knew something would snap, something very important. "Prepare to die, Chris."
With the last bit of air he had in his lungs, Chris grinned smugly, glaring up at Wesker with all the hatred he had ever felt for the man, "You know killing me won't make you happy."
Chris was just spouting bullshit, he knew that, but the expression that crossed Wesker's face for a second after he heard those words told him he may have accidentally hit the nail on the head.
Tense silence passed between them for what felt like ages, Chris' lungs fighting to keep breathing despite the ache.
Then, Wesker finally spoke, his expression practically unreadable as he stared down at Chris, his grip remaining as firm as ever, "Perhaps you're right, Chris." He paused, before a chilling grin crept over his features.
"I think making you suffer would be much more satisfying."
A shudder ran down Chris' spine, his smug grin dropping; Shit, he just made things worse for himself, didn't he?
Chris gritted his teeth, shoving his knee into the mans stomach - it felt like hitting a brick wall and Chris let out a grunt of fustration. Wesker didn't even budge, the man simply grinned down at Chris. Chris knew that look, he was plotting something, something that Chris was sure not to like.
"You know, Chris," Wesker began, his grip on the other man's throat tightening only slightly, "You've changed a lot since Rockfort Island."
"I'm not the only one." Chris replied bitterly, his lungs burning as he tried to breathe through the increasingly tight space.
"You know what I mean," Wesker tutted, his other hand moving to rest on Chris' bicep, before squeezing it almost painfully tight, "All this work, is it because of that beating I gave you back then?" He laughed heartily.
Chris gritted his teeth, brows furrowing; Wesker was right on the money, but Chris would be damned if he admitted that, "You wish, Wesker." He shot back, before smirking mockingly, "Besides, I'm not the one who got crushed by steel beams, am I?"
Wesker dug his nails into Chris' skin, drawing a pained gasp from the other man. "Good to see some things about you haven't changed, that attitude is as alive as ever." He said it like a compliment, but Chris knew it was anything but, Wesker had always hated Chris' retorts - ever since back in S.T.A.R.S.
"I'm going to crush you into such a pathetic mess that you won't dare to speak to me like that again."
"Hah-- I'd like to see you try." Chris had dug himself a grave, of that he was fully aware - so he had no choice but to keep digging, down and down, there was no turning back now. "Do your worst, you bastard."
Wesker's grip seemed to tighten for a moment, his eyes narrowing with an expression Chris couldn't place - that was until he felt the man shift, moving from sitting atop Chris to settling between the man's legs.
Chris froze, his heart hammering in his chest.
What? What the fuck was he doing?
Chris moved his arms to push against the man's chest, only for his wrists to be caught in one strong hand and pushed above his head.
Wesker leant over him, face shadowed except his inhuman eyes.
"You're going to regret ever crossing me, Chris." The man snarled, eyes full of both hatred and a terrifying heat that Chris had never seen before.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Chris gritted out, trying to use his legs to push the man back in vain, his muscles screamed at him in agony.
"My worst." Wesker chuckled, a terrifying sound. "Just as you asked."
The mans free hand moved to the neck of Chris' shirt, fingers dipping beneath the fabric, before tearing it open down the centre.
Cold air hit Chris' torso and he inhaled sharply, he was suddenly even more aware of how close they were - their chests nearly pressed against each other's.
"--What the fuck?! Wesker!" Chris snapped, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he looked up at the other man, "Have you gone insane!?"
"Quite the opposite, Chris." Wesker drawled, his right hand moving to rest between Chris' pectorals, "I'm thinking clearer than I ever have before."
Wesker's fingers moved over Chris' chest, finding place on the mans right pec, he slid his fingers around Chris' nipple, drawing a shudder from the man as he squeezed.
"Interesting." Wesker murmured, his gaze locked onto the now pebbled nipple. "You're much more sensitive than I expected, Chris."
"Shut it, you bastard." Chris managed through gritted teeth, his eyes boring up into the man with pure hatred, even as he shuddered at the touch.
"Now now, no need for such hostility." Wesker drawled mockingly, his hand trailing down to trace the dips and rises of Chris' abdominal muscles, "Quite impressive, you really have worked hard, haven't you?"
He leant down, whispering hotly into Chris' ear, "Just what I would expect from one of my best men."
Chris' breath hitched, as much as he hated it, his body reacted to those words - a shudder running through him as he felt his blood rush lower.
"Fuck... you." He barely managed, pulling his head to the side away from the man's hot breath.
A tent had begun to grow in his pants, pushing against the fabric obscenely - Chris could only hope that Wesker wouldn't notice, though those hopes were in vain.
"...My my, Chris." The man drawled, sitting back slightly, releasing his grip on Chris' wrists. He looked down at where their bodies pressed against each other, smirking at the very visible bulge. "If I had known you would react so easily, I would've done this much sooner."
Wesker reached down, pressing his palm firmly against the tented fabric, drawing a sharp gasp from Chris. "Fuck, quit it...!" He growled, reaching out to try and pull Wesker's hands away, his arms straining.
No use, Wesker was far too strong and Chris was far too tired to move him even an inch.
"Just lie back, Chris." Wesker drawled as he began moving his palm in circular motions over the bulge, sending waves of shudders through Chris' body. "Just give up."
Chris but his lip harshly, enough to draw blood. This bastard... why was he doing this? Just to toy with Chris for his own pleasure? And why was he being so damn gentle!?
"Shit... " Chris ground his teeth, sweat beginning to rise on his chest, making it shine in the harsh lighting above them. "Stop it you bastard..."
Chris' arms raised up, covering his eyes as he panted softly through his mouth. "You're evil..."
Wesker frowned, his left hand moving to grab Chris' wrists once more, pulling his arms away from his face.
The veiw was amazing, Chris, such a big, strong man, laying beneath him gasping for air and sweating, tears welling in his green eyes. Wesker couldn't help but feel himself growing turned on.
"You're beautiful, Chris."
The words sent a jolt through the other man, his eyes widening and darting up to look at Wesker's face; he had never seen that expression on the man before, one so full of hatred and lust at the same time. "...What?" Chris could barely manage in return, as Wesker's palm continued its assault on his bulge, pressing even firmer than before.
"You heard me." The man grinned smugly, before leaning further over Chris once again; this time, Chris felt something pressing against his rear, and trembled involuntarily at the touch.
Wesker began to grind his hips forwards, letting out shallow breaths as he did so, both hands now firmly grasping Chris' wrists. "Haah... you really are perfect, aren't you?" He laughed bitterly, biting his lip painfully, "It's like you were made for me, and me alone."
Chris stared up at Wesker with wide, confused eyes; this man was insane, utterly insane! Chris didn't know how to react, what to say, what to do... all he could do was sit there and stare up at this monster as he ground against his ass almost desperately.
"Ah-- fuck..." Chris squeezed his mouth shut, trying to silence the gasps and groans threatening to rip free from his throat.
"Come now, Chris." Wesker chuckled, "No one is going to hear you, let out those wonderful noises for me." He drawled, reaching up to run a hand through Chris' short, messy hair, sweeping it back to reveal more of that handsome face.
"Fuck you--" Chris gasped, "I'd rather... I'd rather die." He glared up at Wesker with pure anger, even as his cock throbbed in his pants, moisture beginning to build in his underwear.
"Fine then," Wesker murmured hotly into Chris' ear, flipping the man over and onto his stomach with ease, "I suppose I'll have to make you."
Chris shuddered, he wanted to crawl away and run, but he knew it would be futile - with his body in the state it was in, he wouldn't even get a few feet before Wesker got him again.
Wesker pressed his torso against Chris' back, planting his hands on either side of the man beneath him, he leant in to nip at Chris' ear lobe, before trailing kisses down the mans bare back. "Oh Chris... poor little Chris, tell me, is this the first time someone's done something like this to you?" Wesker's hot breath caressed Chris' lower back, as he felt the man's fingers probing at the fabric of his waistband.
"None of your business, asshole." Chris growled back, clenching his fists above his head as he tensed every muscle in his shoulders.
Wesker chuckled, trailing a hand down Chris' side, before digging his nails in harshly, causing Chris' to let out a loud gasp.
"I was hoping you would say that." He drawled mockingly, "Since you're clearly so experienced, I suppose I won't have to waste time preparing you, hm?"
Chris felt a cold sweat roll down his back, his knuckles trembling as he squeezed his fists tightly - he knew it was coming, but hearing Wesker talk about preparing him made reality hit all the harder. "Fuck you, Wesker."
All he got in reply was a sly chuckle, before he felt cold fingers reaching in to pull down his pants, exposing his thighs to the cold air.
"An... interesting choice of underwear, Chris."
Chris' face flushed bright red as be remembered what he was wearing, an ugly pair of boxers with cute bears on them that he had been given as a prank for his birthday. He wore them because they were comfortable, that's all.
"Shut it." Chris gritted out as he glared back at Wesker over his shoulder, eyes narrowed and brows furrowed. "It's not like I was expecting to be undressed today, asshole."
Wesker smirked, "How cute." He spoke as he leant down, cupping Chris' chin firmly, "Embarrassment is rather endearing on you, Chris."
Before Chris could even retort, he felt firm, soft lips press against his, as Wesker's free hand hooked under his boxers, pulling them down to his ankles. The man's tongue forced its way into Chris' mouth, probing around like it wanted to know every nook and cranny by memory.
"Mmmph--!" Chris groaned into the kiss, hands reaching up to grasp at Wesker's hair, trying to yank the man away to no avail.
Eventually, Wesker pulled back, leaving Chris gasping for air as he stared down at the man beneath him - now fully exposed and panting heavily.
"Last chance, Chris." He whispered, as Chris heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down, "Tell me, is this your first time?"
Chris shuddered, forehead resting against the floor as his mind raced; he wanted to say no, to save his pride and irritate Wesker even more, but... he really had never been with a man like this, Wesker clearly knew that. If Chris said yes... would he be more gentle?
Chris clenched his fists, knuckles turning white as he looked back over his shoulder, brows furrowed as he gritted out shamefully, "...Yes, it is. Happy now?"
"Good boy, Chris." Wesker chuckled, as Chris felt a slender finger press up against his asshole, before sliding inside almost up to the knuckle. "Relax, or it'll hurt more." Wesker began, pushing a second finger in and beginning to scissor them inside Chris, slowly working him open. "Or don't, either way I'll enjoy this."
Chris shuddered, biting his lip harshly, it felt weird, like really weird; he tried to relax, to breathe through the intrusion, but just as he thought he was getting the hang of it, Wesker's fingers pressed against a spot that made him jolt, his mouth opening and a loud gasp ripping from his throat. "--Ah!"
Chris froze, his eyes wide and horrified. It felt good, he actually felt good - this was bad, he had expected it to just hurt, to just feel uncomfortable, he had wished that it would feel like being beaten so he didn't have to enjoy it, god, he was going to go insane.
"There it is." Wesker hummed smugly, his free hand moving to grope Chris' ass cheek, fingers digging into the toned flesh, leaving white marks when he pulled away. "That felt good, didn't it Chris?" He leant down to whisper in the other mans ear, "Want me to bully that spot even more?"
Chris shook his head hurriedly, "Don't you dare, Wesker!" He glared back over his shoulder, body trembling, "I'll kill y-- ah!"
Before Chris could even finish his sentence Wesker's fingers grazed that spot inside him once more, making the man jolt beneath him.
"You asshole!" Chris gritted out, swinging an elbow back to jab Wesker in the side, despite knowing it would do nothing.
"Now now Chris, I'm just trying to make this good for you." Wesker drawled with fake niceness, his other hand moving to press down on Chris' upper back, pinning the man beneath him harsher. "Unless you would rather I make it hurt?"
No response came, and Wesker's smile only grew. "I thought as much."
He leant back, cock fully erect as he stared down at the man before him, resuming his motions inside of Chris; the man shuddered so beautifully, Wesker could just imagine the shame Chris was feeling right now, and the thought went straight to his cock.
Glancing behind him, he took in the sight of the creature that used to be Excella - still as monstrous as ever, and grinned. His creation running amok, and his most annoying enemy writhing beneath him, it was a high that he couldn't describe.
He was glad that he didn't kill Chris, otherwise he would've missed out on such an addictive feeling.
"Chris, look at me." Wesker commanded, but Chris didn't budge, just how he liked it. Wesker grabbed Chris' short hair, yanking his head back and forcing their gazes to meet, "You're mine."
As he said this, he withdrew his fingers from Chris' hole, leaving the man empty for only a moment as he pressed his cock head against the entrance. "I'm going to take you so hard that even when I'm gone you'll think of me, no other man will ever satisfy you." Chris' eyes widened, and with that, Wesker surged forwards, sinking deeply into Chris in one swift motion, almost up to the hilt.
Chris let out a loud groan, eyes wide and mouth hanging open as clenched his fists, "Ah-- ahhh....!" It didn't hurt, god he wish it hurt, instead he felt so good that his head spun, that he wanted to turn around and cling to Wesker just to ground himself.
Wesker stilled inside Chris, his hands firmly grasping the man's hips as he closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a slow, shaky breath.
Chris felt amazing. So tight and wet, like thrusting into warm velvet. And the veiw, god the veiw, it was almost enough to send him over the edge with just a glance.
Chris' back arched, his muscles tense as his shoulders shook, the back of his neck flushed bright red and his fists clenched so tightly in front of him that Wesker could see them trembling. He reached down, his hand cupping Chris' rock hard erection and stroking it slowly, causing the man to tighten around him and let out a lovely moan. "F-Fuckkk...."
"Feeling good, Chris?" Wesker drawled, beginning to slowly rock his hips inside Chris, his brows furrowed as he ground deeper with every motion.
"Shut up...!" Chris gritted out, glaring back at Wesker once more, "Just- keep... fuck..."
"Keep what, Chris?" Wesker murmured smugly, leaning down over Chris so he could angle his thrusts deeper.
Chris glanced back at Wesker, all resistance gone from his body as he panted heavily, a bead of saliva rolling down his chin, "Just keep- going... please."
That was all Wesker needed to hear, he picked up the pace gradually, pulling out slowly with each thrust and slamming back in - hitting that spot inside Chris every time.
"Fuckk... God- oh god..." Chris moaned into the floor, his voice aching with need.
It wasn't enough, Wesker wanted to see Chris. He wanted to see his face as he ruined the man beneath him so thoroughly, so violently that Chris would never be the same.
He wrapped his arms around Chris' waist, lifting the man up easily and holding him there as he thrust up into him. Chris let out a loud, unrestrained moan, music to Wesker's ears. He was so deep inside Chris now, deeper than he thought possible.
He carried the man over to the windows, planting him onto the control panel as he continued to thrust non-stop.
Wesker leant in, whispering hotly into Chris' ear as he looked out at the writhing mass of Uroboros before them, "Do you see now, Chris?" He murmured as Chris pressed his hands against the glass to steady himself. "My new world?"
With every thrust Chris' body jolted, his pectorals bouncing and ripples cascading over his cheeks. He glanced back at Wesker, a mix of desperation and hatred warring in his gaze. "Just shut up-- fuck..." He grabbed Wesker's hair, pulling the man into a heated kiss.
Wesker's eyes widened for a moment, before he returned the kiss passionately, forcing his tongue inside Chris' mouth as he increased the pace of his thrusts, balls slapping against the other mans thighs, the sound of skin on skin filling the open room.
They were both close now, Wesker could feel Chris tightening around him greedily; he reached out again, stroking Chris' cock with the pace of his thrusts. "Come." Wesker gritted out through clenched teeth, his brows furrowing deeper as he bit down on Chris' neck harshly, the ionic taste of blood just enough to send him crashing over the edge, pumping his come deep inside of Chris, who followed soon after.
Wesker grabbed Chris' chin, pulling him into another passionate kiss that left the both of them breathless.
Then, a flash of light came from outside, drawing both men's attention. A laser peirced through one of the monsters many bulbous heads, and Chris whispered under his breath, "Sheva..."
"That woman just doesn't give up, does she?" Wesker tutted, his grip on Chris tightening for a moment, before he pulled back, slipping out of Chris with a lewd pop, and letting the man fall to the floor with a thud as he turned away.
"--Wesker!?" Chris exclaimed as he pulled himself up onto his knees weakly, glaring up at the older man's back.
"It's been fun, Chris." Wesker replied coldly, reaching down to pick up his sunglasses and plant them back on his nose, he glanced back at Chris. The man was a mess, sweat and cum covering his torso as he stared up at Wesker with both shock and anger.
"But I think it's time we part ways." He smirked, "Farewell Chris, until next time."
Chris watched as Wesker walked away, posture straight as if he hadn't just been pounding into Chris mere moments ago. Chris felt rage boil inside him, as he yelled after Wesker, "I'll kill you, Wesker!"
And just like that, Wesker disapeared from veiw. He had left Chris on the floor, panting, and shaking, and full of come.
Chris vowed that the next time they met, he would make Wesker pay, no matter what.