Deep

Fandom: Resident Evil
Pairing: Wesker/Chris
Warning: ABUSE!ficlet; not meant to be sensual
Disclaimer: Resident Evil characters belong to Capcom.

PWP really; anal, sucking, action, the works.
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“What do you think, Chris?”

Wesker egged him on, proudly showing off the new B.O.W. encased in a round large tube. It was being held up in wires and barely distinguishable. Blood was being pumped in and out of the tubes with a supply tank on the side. What disgusted Chris further was that the large tank had wires tapped into it, a multitude of them which attached itself to victims in their own water encased tube.

“A proud achievement don’t you think?” He looked back at the younger man, “I thought you would like to see this, being as you’re one of my best men.”

Chris had his fists clenched, but he remained still. It wouldn’t do to go god almighty on Wesker’s ass right now, as his former Captain was completely nuts. “You’re completely insane.” He uttered his thoughts out loud, couldn’t help himself.

“Oh come on, Chris. Can’t you appreciate what’s going on? Can’t you see beyond your own personal goals? I’m doing this not for myself but for a new world.”

“So by killing people you decided to create your own world?” Chris spat, disgusted with the man who he had formerly admired. Now, all he could think about was placing his hands around the neck of his former captain, squeezing the life out of him….

“Ah, so you think killing people is wrong……even for a good cause?” Wesker raised a blond brow questioningly, his languid voice laced with mocking amusement, “And what is it, Chris when you yourself dream of killing me? You think that it’s a good cause to take me out of my misery?”

He approached Chris, silently, watchful….

“Tell me, Redfield, tell me how you feel…what do you want to do?” His eyes burned coal golden fires into the younger man, voice provocatively egging him on.

“Why…I’ll –“ Chris, being the hot head that he was, and Wesker knowing this, the S.T.A.R.S. officer pulled back with his fist to land a punch on Wesker’s jaw, but missed as the blonde moved away effortlessly.

With that mistake, Chris was then held in a vise grip, his fist was stopped with Wesker’s super-strength, gloved hands encased in Chris’s fist. Both struggling violently against each other in a war, but Chris knew…he knew he would lose because Wesker was playing with him.

Fucking around with him, because then he was pushed onto the ground, kicked brutally by Wesker’s combat boots and he could feel…could feel blood coming out of his nose as a resounding crack hit the side of his face.

Chris pushed against his opponent, kicked up to get Wesker off of his face, taking the booted foot away with two of his hands and pulling his body off of the ground. The younger man was now breathing hard, his eyes burned with hatred at Wesker….he spat on the ground and wiped off his nose with a swipe from his fisted hand.

Wesker just laughed and folded his arms over his chest. “Look at you…pathetic. Maybe I should teach something you need to know….”

Just then, Wesker looked over at the side wall of the room and commanded. “Bring Chris his little sister to him!”

The sliding doors opened up to show Claire held up in wires, wrapping all around her naked body, her red hair matted to her skull, and tears streaked down her cheeks. Her mouth was muffled with wires, not permitting her to say anything, but Chris with his eyes wide, the shock to his body and the anger rising in degrees could hear his sister whimper.

“Don’t worry; she’s not being harmed…not yet anyway…” Wesker chuckled. “Normally, I don’t bother myself to even procure Claire, as she’s not exactly what I wanted. But since you love your little sister more than life itself….she does have a purpose.”

Chris yelled his voice harsh and utterly full of vile. “You don’t want her, you goddamn sick bastard! You want me and you know it! It’s me you want!”

“Ah, Chris….” He pushed the bridge of his sunglasses up, the cold exterior of his demeanor vibrantly honed. “Then, I need not say anything further.” The older man watched Chris, contemplating on kicking his ass right then and there, beating him until he’s incoherent. There’s this fine line of hate and fury and he hated Chris more than anything.

“You know exactly what I want…” Wesker lazily drawled, his golden eyes looked him up and down in a predatory way, which even made Chris feel rather disgusted. He raised his hand to him, reaching to him, “Come, I want to show you more of what I’ve been planning…now that I have your undivided attention.”

But Chris didn’t move. He started to swing at his enemy. Wesker moved out of the way, avoiding a blow, just barely catching a nick on his jaw.

Chris grunted, his arms tensed, the muscles along them strung up as the rest of his lean body. “You sick fuck. Is that what you want? What the fuck do you think I am? Your goddamn lap dog? I wouldn’t let you touch me, and I dare you to try!”

It was a challenge, that even Chris, despite himself, felt hot heavy breathing take over his lungs, gulping in strong intakes of it. His hands were still clenched, ready to tear into Wesker again.

Wesker merely chuckled. “Tsk tsk, such violence and suppressed sexuality energy. You know what I want and how you can get Claire released. If you try anything, anything at all, like say ….attempt to kill me, there are orders where my men will snap that pretty Claire’s neck in half, and …”

He raised his hand airily, “No more little sister to follow you around…..now, don't you agree that it has some appeal?”

The mocking gesture tore at Chris’s gut. It was taking all his effort not to plummet into the guy, kill him right there; but, he was standing stock still, knowing against all odds that if he attempted, he’d die, and so would his sister. He didn’t mind if he died, but having his sister’s life in the hands of Wesker was not something he wanted to go to his grave with.

All he could hear was Wesker laughing, a deep timbre of derisiveness etched there, the perfectly shaped blond head thrown back. Chris’s body trembled visibly. He had seen his sister in such a terrible state and it brought his guard down slightly, a moment of weakness entered his soul. He pleaded despite himself. "Please, do I have to beg you not to harm my sister? You don't want her! You're just using her to get to me! Now you have me, what the fuck do you want?" His fists clenched and unclenched.


“Pity…” Wesker smiled. “But then again, I wouldn’t want you to go so willingly; I like a little fight, don’t you?”

"FUCK YOU!" Chris shouted, and because Chris was Chris, being hot headed; he pulled another punch, avoiding the counter hit Wesker managed to give him after deflecting the first blow. Chris's weapons were taken away from him but he still had his training. He rushed into Wesker, pushing him back against the counter, sending all the items on the countertops flying and crashing against the floor.

Wesker grunted, the pain was momentary, and he brought two fists together in a downward swing on Chris's back. This caused Redfield to go down on one knee, giving Wesker the open chance to land a knee punch to his opponent's jaw. It brought Chris to cry out with parted lips, allowing Wesker to grab the jaw with his fingerless gloves and forcing his mouth open.

"Open wide, Redfield. You're going to have to earn your sister's freedom." The deep harsh laughter, the gritted teeth between his former Captain's face was all too much for Chris's half glazed eyes, as he stared up at him. Pain shooting between his shoulder blades and all along his body.

Wesker kicked him with the heavy combat boots, sending Chris flying back against the wall; the posters and clipboards and cabinets that hung there went crashing out of the way from the impact of Redfield's body. Redfield went slowly down on the wall, crumbling in a heap as the pain sharpened.

Then he watched through half lidded eyes as Wesker confidently walked with an elegant stride towards him. Chris's adrenaline surged through him and as he swiped his lips with the quick gesture of his arm, he stumbled upward; the severe expression in the younger man's eyes were deadly. "Go ahead, asshole, let's see you try! I want my sister's freedom but you're not going to have me begging on my hands and knees with my pants down."

Wesker chuckled, stopping only inches from Chris's trembling body. Pity that Chris wasn't infected with anything he had, he mused -else Chris would have at least some equal standing to fight him. The last time they fought like this, he would have killed the hot headed fool if it weren't for that lucky chance that stopped him from Chris's destined death.

Another blow to his gut sent Chris down again, and Redfield grunted in severe pain, and another punch landed on his jaw, sending him back on the ground. Wesker wanted to wipe the pathetic Redfield DNA out of existence as he had so much hatred for him -yet, something in him, something so profoundly grand needed to do be done to Chris. Because humiliation was the best way to break a man. Or anyone.

With the hushed sound of his zipper, Wesker pulled out his cock from his pants, and Chris's half closed eyes, now partly swollen had shone with a disgusted glint. He lifted his hand up, as if to ward off Wesker's advancement, pushing himself back despite the severity of his aching pain. Only managing to pause Wesker once when suddenly his arms were being pushed aside and bounded quickly above him. Chris moved his legs to push at Wesker's body, struggling violently until Wesker's strength overpowered him, sitting on his groin.

"There there, Chris, I actually like it that you fight me. I wouldn't want a perfectly willing partner. What fun would that be?"

"Go to fucking hell!" Chris raged, then spat on Wesker's face, recieving a hard blow to his face afterward for the insult.

"Keep going, Redfield, your pathetic attempts only serve to enduce me to go on and torture your pathetic existence. Maybe I should go and rape your sister? You want that?"

"NO!!" This brought another surge of violent reaction in the younger man's body, and with strength he didnt know he had he managed to topple Wesker off of him, landing a hard kick against his enemy's torso, just barely missing Wesker's exposed member.

Looking down, Wesker chuckled. "You should have taken advantage of that, Chris." He tapped his dick; it sprung up hard from the fight, from the aggressive tension between them - thickly engorged as the visible bumps of veins pumped it full of blood.

"Now..." His deadly whisper as intimidating as his cat eyes. "It's time for you to start. No time fucking around!" His golden eyes narrowed as his voice deepened and his teeth clenched.


He pushed Chris’s head down, didn’t care if he gagged or if he could take his entire length down, but he did. Chris was gagging, but he forced himself to take it all the way down his throat. Wesker moved his hips up, his fingerless gloves on top of that brown head, gently urging now. “Ah fuck, yeah…oh yeah…that’s it, that’s how you do it.” He grinned. “Fucking shit, Chris, you’re a fucking man whore and you never knew it.”

It was enough to make Chris want to bite down on Wesker’s cock, but he dared not to for fear of getting raped. He didn’t want to feel the ripping skin of his hole stretched painfully. It was worse than anything. What was worse was the feeling afterward; a slow building up of sexual intensity that he was hard pressed not to recognize it. It made him sick to his stomach. It made him feel vile and impure, but he continued to suck down on the thick member, gagging as he went down.

“Use your tongue, Chris, don’t you know how to suck? Didn’t your stupid girlfriend ever suck your cock?”

Redfield merely strained his throat as he tried to flick a tongue around the girth of Wesker’s and when Chris didn’t answer, Wesker laughed; a mocking harsh noise that grated on his nerves. “Oh that’s right, you piece of shit for brains. You don’t have a girlfriend, because no one would open their legs for you.”

Leaning down, he hissed into Chris’s ear now, his strong fingers digging into the brown hair, now gripping each strand harshly, roughly pulling out from the scalp. Chris yelled out in pain as he was being ripped away from Wesker’s wet length.

Wesker had his lips against the other man’s cheek; a deadly whisper along the hard lines along the younger man’s jaw. “How do you like that, bitch? The fact that no other bitch would spread their legs for you? And here you are, sucking my cock!” He mockingly laughed.

“You fucking piece of shit!” Chris gritted his teeth, spittle dripping from the side of his mouth. “I hate this! I’m only doing this for my sister!”

“Yeah yeah, whatever, get back to doing what you do best, Chris, that’s sucking my almighty cock.”
Wesker growled, the deep timbre of his voice lacing with contempt for the younger man.

With that, Wesker pushed Chris’s head down, forcing his mouth to open up to the hard member there, the tip wet from pre cum now smoothed along Redfield’s bruising lips.


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