Never take healing spray from strangers.

Albert Wesker was a man who was used to get anything he set his eyes on. He was also a man with simple pleasures. The revolution of mankind, world domination and god like powers wasn’t much to ask for was it? Ever since the start of the Uroboros project and with its involvement with Chris Redfield he had found something new he craved. Not as much as world domination maybe but the desire was still enough for him to start planning to get what he wanted. The plan itself was quiet simple; it only involved a healing spray rigged with some aphrodisiac and calming drugs and himself as bait. To be honest he hadn’t very high thoughts about Chris’ intelligence, he was a man who thought more with his heart and muscles then with his brain. Maybe that was why he suddenly desired to dominate him. He could have just raped him, with his superhuman speed and strength it would be oh so easy. Too easy. He had already earned Chris’ hate and ager, what he wanted now was his desire.

Putting on the cap on the spray can and putting it in his coat he left the lab for the place where he had secured Chris. To separate him and his partner had been a small thing. A small explosion that placed them both on separate ends of the abyss and a self closing door with a lock was all he had needed to make sure he had Chris all to himself. His frustration over being locked in had been very amusing to watch on the surveillance camera.

As Wesker arrived to the room his smirk had grown almost uncharacteristically wide. Taking a moment to calm down and get his face straight he pushed in the code that opened the door and slid in before Chris had time to react. The room was an empty cellar, only a sturdy table stood forgotten in a corner. The only door that led to freedom was blocked by Wesker himself.

“Wesker!”

“You know you are not very creative when it comes to greetings Chris.”

“Don’t fuck with me Wesker! What are you planning?”

Wesker had to bite his tongue not to answer anything that would ruin his…surprise.

“Chris, you know exactly what I’m planning. I’m going to dispose of you so that you don’t get in my way from now on. I just choose to do it personally since you so skillfully have avoided all assassin attempts so far.”

He watched delighted as Chris tensed up and gripped his revolver tighter.

“Come and get me then! I’ll be sure to take you down with me.”

Wesker smirked and advanced, skillfully ducking Chris’ bullets with his superhuman speed. Coming in range he started to throw some well aimed punches, some being blocked and some hitting its mark with the loud sound of flesh hitting flesh. Feeling quiet satisfied with his attack Wesker pulled back and observed his work. Chris was clearly hurt and swayed a bit where he stood. He wasn’t beaten yet though. The gun was still in his hand and pointing towards Wesker, his eyes shining with anger and hatred. It made a pleasant shiver run down the blond haired mans spine and he decided to set the second part of his plan in action.

Attacking yet again he slide to the side as Chris fired his gun towards him. The movement was a bit more abrupt then before, making him dropping the can of healing spray look purely accidently.

Even though Chris wasn’t the brightest match in the box there was nothing wrong with his reflexes and as if he had Weskers over human speed he snatched the can from the floor and rolled to safety. Holding his price he gave a successful laugh.

“You should be more careful with your things Wesker.”

Wesker hid a smirk and concentrated on looking annoyed.

“Don’t think that will help you survive this Redfield!” he said between his teeth.

Chris made a quick job emptying the can over his sweat glistering body, the bruises on his arms and face fading away.

“Now we’re even Wesker.”

“You’ll never be even with me. You’ll keep being the underdog, just as you was in S.T.A.R.S.”

Wesker was pleased to see Chris taken aback by his comment. Now it was just a matter of time before the drugs would be out in his blood and then the fun could start.

“So Chris, enjoying Africa so far? Not too hot for you I hope.”

“What are you playing at Wesker?” Chris was annoyed. An angry fighting Wesker he could handle, one that acted as if they weren’t mortal enemies creped him out.”

“Nothing, I’m just making conversation.”

“Why making conversation with someone you’re trying to kill?”

“Oh you’re not dead yet Christopher, you will be but not yet”

The way Wesker pronounced his full name sent shivers down Chris’ spine. It was too much alike their time in S.T.A.R.S. Those times were long gone and Chris didn’t want to be reminded of the time where he had looked up to the man that had turned out to be a monster. It made him feel sick, and dizzy, and out of breath…and hot.

Wesker smirked as he watched the drugs take Chris over. The brown haired man swayed and dropped his gun as both his hands came up to hold his head.

“What’s wrong Christopher?”

Wesker was suddenly so close. Chris could smell his cologne; feel his leather jacket brush his naked arms. Suddenly he couldn’t remember why being close to the blond man was a bad thing. It made his knees feel week.

Before Chris sank down to the floor a pair of strong arms caught him and held him up straight.

“This is no time to collapse Christopher.”

“Sorry Captin’.” Chris weakly got himself to his feet and leaned himself against the hard concrete wall.

Weskers smile grew wider. What a pleasant surprise. It seemed like the combination of aphrodisiac and calming drugs had somewhat messed up Chris’ memories, making him think he was still in S.T.A.R.S. serving under Captain Albert Wesker. Well Wesker weren’t going to complain.

“That’s right Christopher. Now keep awake and follow my orders!”

“Yes Captin’.” Came the slurred answer.

“How are you feeling?” His voice was dark and soft with only a small hint revealing his true intentions.

“I’m hot and…” Chris trailed of, a small blush creeping up on his cheeks.

This was almost too much fun, seeing the big loudmouthed American soldier blush like a school girl in front of him. The blond felt himself grow hard.

“Hot and what Christopher?”

The brunet didn’t answer but shifted his hips a bit. It was clear that he was very uncomfortable. Moving closer Wesker grabbed Chris’ chin and forced him to meet his sunglass clad gaze.

“You’re not showing proper respect to your superior. I asked a question Christopher!” He hissed.

“…Horny Captin’.” The blush on Chris’ cheeks deepened.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Wesker let go of his chin and let his glove covered hand travel down the muscular neck. A soft gasp was heard from the other man. “Now what can we do about that?” His voice had dropped to a murmur.

“I-I don’t know Captin’.”

A leather clad knee slid between his legs eliciting another gasp from the brunet.

“It’s actually quite simple my dearest Christopher, we’ll just have to take care of it.” The knee pressed up against the now very visible bulge there making Chris moan out loud and grind into the touch.

Getting a bit impatient Wesker suddenly swung Chris around and put him on the edge of the table that so convenient had been placed in the room. One hand was placed on the American soldier’s throat, pressing him down on the hard wooden surface; the other softly worked the hard cloth covered bulge. Chris seemed to have cleared his head a bit and was now fighting to keep any sounds to escape him. A small trail of blood trickled down his chin where he had bit his lip. Wesker smirked and leaned in, a long cool tongue tasting the copper liquid. Je let the ministration continue for a while but the sight of the larger man writher and moan under him soon made him remember his own erection. A new plan formed in his mind and he smirked.

“Now Christopher, I have been nice to you, it’s time to return the favor.”

Chris seemed very confused and Wesker sighed, yanking him up by the collar and forcing him down on his knees. As Chris caught on what he was expected to do the blush that had faded a bit came back with full force.

“Captin’, I really don’t know how to…”

“Oh don’t worry Christopher, you’ll don’t have to do much.” Wesker smirked as he slowly opened his pants. This was going oh so well.

Chris became a bit wide eyed as he watched the twitching member in front of him. For a second it looked as he was going to refuse but then he slowly moved closer, letting the moist tip slid between his lips. Wesker couldn’t help but to sigh softly as he was engulfed in the wet heat. Being so busy with the revolution of mankind he rarely got the time to do this kinds of thing. It wouldn’t be so long until next time he promised himself.

Chris was doing his best, bobbing his head back and forth, trying to hold back the gag reflex which came every time he swallowed too much. The slow pace took on the blond mans patient though and soon he grabbed Chris by the hair, forcing him to move faster. A soft whimper was heard from the brunet as Wesker roughly fucked his face. Feeling his climax approach he pulled Chris of him, the younger man coughing as he was finally allowed to breathe again.

“See that wasn’t so hard was it?” He said trying to not sound too much out of breath.

The blond man smirked as he looked down at the others face. Chris’ eyes were almost closed and his hair was ruffled from Weskers strong grip in it. Without that cocky attitude and stuck up look on his face Chris was actually somewhat attractive.

Glancing down Weskers smile widened as he watched the still visible bulge in Chris’ pants.

“Getting turned on by sucking another man’s cock, I did think that about you Christopher.”

“F-fuck you!”

It seemed that the old Chris was coming back from the dazed state the drugs had put him in. Not that Wesker minded, it wouldn’t have been as fun without a struggle.

Gripping Chris shirt the former S.TA.R.S Captain slammed him down face first on the table. The pants were ripped off giving Wesker a good view of what the other man had to offer.

“It’s time for the main course Christopher. Relax or this will hurt more than necessary.”

A gloved hand traveled down the other mans back.

“Wesker…w-wait.”

“The time for protest are long gone Christopher.” He said and slid one dry finger in.

Chris gasped out, his fingers clawing at the table. He was used to pain, and this wasn’t worse that the things he had had to endure since he arrived to Africa. What hurt more than the physical pain was the humiliation he felt. The humiliation of walking in to such an obvious trap, the humiliation of letting Wesker get so far without stopping him or even protesting. The humiliation of enjoying the other mans ministration more than any other sexual experience he had ever had in his life.

More fingers were added and the slowly the pain decreased to a dull throb in the background and Chris gave a reviled sigh. What disturbed him though was the fact that during the whole painful ordeal his erection hadn’t wavered an inch. He was still as painfully hard as he had been when Wesker first slid his knee between his legs. Suddenly Weskers fingers nudged something inside him that made his hips twitch and he had to bite his already bruised lips not to moan out loud.

“Well you seem more than ready.” Wesker said smugly as he gave Chris weeping cock some slow strokes. “You want this to be over? You want to come?” While he spoke he kept on with the strokes at the same time as he thrust his fingers in and out of Chris opening, hitting that spot with every thrust.

The pleasure was immense but so skillfully given that it still prevented him to come. It was almost too much for him to handle. Chris gave up on trying chewing his lips apart and gave a low needy moan.

“You’ll just have to ask for it and I’ll give it to you.”

“N-never!”

“Oh don’t act like you have any pride left Christopher. You’ve already let me molest you, fuck your mouth and stick my fingers up your ass.”

Chris hated how logical Wesker made it sound. But still, if he asked for it that would be like selling his soul to the devil.

“It’s not as if anybody will ever know.” The last words were whispered in his ear, that warm breath on his ears sending a pleasant shudder down his spine. At the same moment Wesker choose to rub a finger over the over sensitive tip of Chris’ cock. The brunet threw all further thoughts out the windows.

“Fuck me.”

“Good boy.” Came the hissed reply.

Weskers member was much larger than his fingers and for a little while the pain came back with full force. The blond man was unusually gentle in his actions though and took it slow.

Wesker smirked as another moan was heard from the larger man under him. He couldn’t understand why he hadn’t done this long ago. With a soft sigh he started to thrust, the hot tightness around him almost too much for him to handle.

Chris had started to claw on the table again, not out of pain this time though. He almost didn’t want to admit it himself but he had got a sudden urge to touch the other man, to tangle his hands in that blond hair, wrap his legs around his slim waist. His position face down with Weskers hands pressing him down made that impossible though.

“Wesker..please…”

“Please what Christopher?”

“Turn me around.”

Wesker cocked an elegant eyebrow. This he hadn’t expected, at least not after the drugged had wore of this much. It could be a trick though he highly doubted that, the state of Chris’ still rock hard cock was proof of that. He smirked and pulled out, flipping the other man over to his back. Immediately he felt two strong legs wrap around him, bringing him close.

“Thanks.” Chris didn’t meet his eyes, stubbornly keeping his gaze on the wall at the other side of the room.

Wesker took this chance and bent down, sinking his teeth in the brunet’s neck at the same time as he started thrusting again. His award was a high gasp and two hands holding him in place.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh and ragged breath now filled the room. Even though Chris had been painfully hard longer than any other time in his life he never seemed able to climax. This wasn’t his fault though. Every time he felt his orgasm approach Wesker slowed down his pace, keeping slow shallow strokes that brought Chris down from his peak every time. This became too much for the poor soldier.

“Fuck! Wesker, do this properly!”

“Do what Christopher?”

“You know damn well what I mean.”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to be more specific.” The blond smiled as he watched Chris tighten his jaw.

“ Fuck. Me. Harder!”

“If that’s what you wish.”

Chris gave a reviled sigh as he felt the pace pick up again only to soon regret his wish. He had totally forgotten the other mans superhuman speed and strength. The force by which the other slammed into him now almost took the breath out of him. The power of the blonds thrust traveled up his body, making him hold onto the other man for dear life. It was still better then the slow pace though and he felt his climax approach fast.

“Wesker! I…ah…will…”

“I know Christopher; you have my permission to come.”Wesker said a bit breathless. He knew that he would have done so anyway but he just couldn’t resist giving the other man orders.

Chris world seemed to explode in white light as the orgasm wrecked through his body. He could feel himself twitch and heard a scream that he later on understood was his own before the dark took him.

To watch the man who had opposed him so much be thrown into the orgasm of his lifetime by his own hands were too much for Wesker to handle and when the body around him started to cramp he let himself go with a soft hiss.

After letting himself recover for a minute he pulled out and observed his work. The sheer force of the orgasm and the affect of the remaining drugs had thrown the other man into a deep sleep almost similar to unconsciousness. The chest heaved and the body still twitched a bit.

“Goodbye Christopher.”

Wesker smiled as he left his victim there, proud over the outcome of his plan. Chris would always remember the encounter and how he had willingly submitted to the man that he saw as his arch nemesis. Walking back to the control room Wesker took the disk from the surveillance camera and put it in his coat. He wouldn’t forget this so easily either.

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Note: Yeah, so my first RE fic, sry that Chris is kina OOC in the middle, it's because of the drugs ^^ Please R&R so I know what you like and what I can do better. <3