Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ Cage and Clip the Wings ❯ Do What You Do ( Chapter 1 )

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Cage and Clip the Wings: Chapter 1

That same old deviant smirk played across the blonde's lips as he over looked his prisoner. No doubt, a thorn in his side until the very end. He shook his head as he double checked all of the locks on the other male. "Look at you now, Redfield..." He replied, making the naughty little sucking noise when someone did something wrong. "You would think by now, you would realize the severity of intruding on my plots..." Wesker dropped his head down for a brief moment before turning away from the brunette. "After tonight, there will be no more of these unwanted intrusions..." He put on that Wesker smile. "You're going to be Umbrella's newest testing subject, and you're little sister will not be able to help you this time. Nor Miss Valentine." That Wesker chuckle escaped his lips as he withdrew switchblade from out of his back pocket. "You need to learn a valuable lesson before I let you go." He smirked, dragging the thin blade down the other's bullet proof vest.

Those determined eyes narrowed, staring into the frightening face of the man before him--if one could really call him a man anymore. Chris glared nevertheless, legs spread shoulder-length apart and body hunched ever-so-slightly in a defensive stance. Wesker was fast, and he needed to be faster. However, he wasn't given the chance to run before Wesker's switchblade was out and making a cut through his vest. He froze, unsure of the blonde's exact motives, and unable to bring himself to run. What would Wesker do if he ran? Still, he had to find a way out of this. His first attempt was to bring Wesker's thoughts elsewhere. "You leave Claire and Jill out of this!" He growled.
Before Chris knew it, his former commanding officer had him pinned to the wall, his vest and top completely torn off with a lovely bleeding gash going down his chest. "Well... well... look at this mess you've made of the floor Redfield." He smirked and decided to clean some of it up while he had the other pinned. "This is a game of cat and mouse, Redfield, but this cat is far more crafty than the mouse." His lips pursed gently as he looked at the other. Once he had his fill of Chris's salty blood, he drug his finger through the wound and brought it to the other's lips. "Don't you want a taste?"

Chris hated the way Wesker spoke. How he drawled out his words as if he were speaking straight from a romance novel. He hated the smug nature with which the man walked. He hated everything about his former commanding officer. More than anything, he wanted to be as far away from him as possible. But he was here for a reason. To get rid of Wesker and to destroy any hope of the return of a viral outbreak. He was sick to his stomach as he watched how eagerly the blonde fed and even sicker when he was offered some. He'd tasted it plenty of times in the form of busted lips and cuts on his face. He wasn't partial to it, that was for sure. "Go to hell!" Chris roared, swinging a knee forward in an attempt to knock his assailant out of the way. He could feel the cut along his chest and it was fairly deep. There was no need to let it keep bleeding and leave more for Wesker to enjoy. He wanted the man to be miserable.

Wesker allowed himself to be knocked back by the other, only to give him the false sense that he had actually accomplished SOMETHING. "Oh my, quite the feisty one, aren't we?" He laughed evilly, following the other unbeknownst him. "You're trapped no matter which way you go Redfield, you're stuck." Wesker darted in and out different directions, followed the other around.



Chris gave a relieved sigh when the other was knocked back and stepped forward, readying himself for an attack. Then, Wesker chose to dart around in that difficult manner of his, toying with Chris like he always did. "I'm not running." Chris growled, pulling out his combat knife and watching to the best of his ability so that he might have a stroke of luck and be able to spot and attack his sworn enemy. "I have to get rid of you first."
Wesker snuck up behind him, knocking the knife from his hands. He then held the other's hands behind his back. "Oh my, Redfield... I thought I trained you better than this." He shook his head shamefully and rested his hands on the other's neck. "Half naked and here to amuse my every whim. I don't think I could be more pleased..." He grinned and used his knife to dig into the other's back, but not enough to hurt him.

Chris hated being this vulnerable. He had been skilled in fighting off hordes of zombies, hunters, and whatever other creatures had decided to show themselves. But when it came to one person, he could barely fend for himself, if even that. "What's your motivation, anyway?" Chris demanded in between pained hisses from the knife digging into his flesh. "It's not like I have some virus you want or anything." There had always been the revenge idea since Chris had foiled his plans from the start, but Chris figured he'd have been mincemeat by now.
"My motive?" He smirked and looked into the other's eyes. "They run far beyond your level of understanding." He replied and toyed with the fresh wound he had on his back. "Well look at this..." Wesker purred, dragging his nails down the other male's back. "My motive is quite simple..." The blonde began to explain, forcing the other harshly into the wall. "I'm here to gain from sins of the flesh..."

Chris grunted aloud as the bare flesh of his chest and face came in contact with the wall, fresh scrapes forming on his cheek and chest. His hands fumbled on the wall for an attempt to free himself, but the force Wesker had applied to him was more than enough to keep him still. "Let me go already..." He groaned, the tough exterior still evident, but fear now becoming somewhat present in his disposition. He almost wanted to run. Then again, he could use this to his advantage. He'd take Wesker down when his guard was off.

"Why ever would I do something like that?" Wesker teased, his teeth nipping at the soldier's neck. "You look magnificent, with fear in your eyes." The blonde rubbed his hand over Chris's chest. "There's just something about you, that I just can't leave be." As Wesker made this statement, he removed his sunglasses to reveal his blood shot, lust filled eyes.

Chris growled in response to Wesker's answer. He didn't like the way those eyes stared at him, the way that hand stroked his chest. He really just didn't like the outlook of the situation he was in. Wesker's eyes were haunting with the way they bored into his own, bright yellow and orange hazed over with lust. Even Chris could tell what this meant. "Fuck off!" He continued to attempt bravery, though fear of what Wesker would try was evident in his expression. He attempted to free himself from the other's grip once more. If it were possible, he'd have slipped back into the wall to avoid any unwanted touches. He tried to ignore the way the other's fingers on his chest formed goosebumps on his skin and how the sensation traveled a little too far down for his tastes. He wasn't supposed to be getting all aroused over the man he'd sworn to eliminate.


"Mmm... I don't think I want to just 'Fuck Off' my dear Redfield." He gave the other a slap to the face at the feeble attempt to escape from him. "It's not even worth bothering anymore." His eyes narrowed as he noted the goosebumps trailing down the other's body and the little tent pitched in Chris's camo shorts. "Oh my..." Wesker smirked, "Getting aroused before I do..." His hands groped the other's shoulders tightly as he locked lips with the male's. He let a grunt out of his lips, slipping his tongue into the other's mouth, taking a taste of him. "You look amazing..." He replied his fingers pulled the other's hair in his finger tips. "Incredibly handsome..." Wesker's lips traced down the other's neck.

"I can't help myself, dipshit." Chris growled--he'd always been the stubborn type. But before he could continue his argument, Wesker's lips had met his own and that warm, slick tongue had slid into his mouth. He let out a "mmf!" sound, but couldn't really stop himself from responding to the kiss eagerly. In conjunction with those touches and the way Wesker's hand found his hair, Chris was almost lost in the moment. Not that he wasn't trying to convince himself to get out of this situation. The earlier smack to the face that he'd been given had been a symbol of his punishment for trying.

"Such fowl language." He tsk'd at the other, pulling away his lips as a thin trail of saliva connected to both of their mouths. "You really should watch what you call me..." He responded, his knife now going down to the other's camos. "I won't let you escape me, not until I've made you mine." Wesker's eyes narrowed as he carefully placed the knife into the hem of the other's pants, pulling out to take a peek. "Oh my..." He mewled with that smirk on his face, a fingerless gloved hand slipping down to feel at the other's member. "Impressive..." Albert bit the other's neck as his sign of being the dominant one, his hand stroking the other's cock gently.
"You confuse the hell out of me." Chris growled, shuddering in response to the air flowing into his pants as Wesker used his knife to take a peek. "You're supposed to hate me, not want me." It was becoming hard to be on the defensive, given that Wesker's hand had now found his length and was stroking it. What was supposed to be a snide remark melted away in the form of a groan, and Chris couldn't stop himself from tilting his head to the side and allowing the other more room to bite on his neck. He tried his damndest to hide any signs of pleasure, but it was hard to keep from shuddering or groaning with those damned stroking motions on his cock.

"Mmmm... Redfield..." He whispered into the other's ear, "... there is a certain... feeling... you know... you hate a person, but... your hatred becomes desire..." His free hand touched the other's five 'o clock shadow with slight affection. "Lust and jealousy can make a man go crazy..." Wesker admitted, despising the fact that he could feel jealous of anyone. It was the one emotion that he despised the most... He wanted Chris, but he always was so caught up with that Jill girl. "Moan for me Redfield..." Wesker's thick voice pled softly as he pulled the hand with the knife away from Chris's face to proceed to cut off the other's pants and boxers. With a loud ripping noise, Chris's pants were shredded down the front, leaving him fully exposed to the blonde male. "What a sight to behold... a naked Chris Redfield before me..." His tongue darted out of his lips to lick the other's neck. The other's shaft was quite sexy to him, a happy trail of brown fur leading down to his pubic area. A little bit of the hair dusted the base of it and this... turned Wesker on even more. A hidden treasure of sorts, standing at attention for Wesker to dive in and take for his own.

Chris scoffed. "Jealousy? You're not the jealous type." And if he really had been jealous, Chris still didn't understand. Wesker had always had the astounding ability to get whatever he wanted by any means necessary. If it hadn't gotten so out of hand, Chris might have considered it attractive at some point. He wouldn't deny it (but he wouldn't admit it aloud, either). Back when Wesker had been his commanding officer, he'd had what one might call a 'teenage crush' on him. He figured he'd grow out of it, and he'd thought he'd done so already. But given that he was writhing and twitching in Wesker's hand right now, that apparently wasn't the case. Chris shook his head, somehow managing to stifle another moan. He wanted anything but to give Wesker his way, and that was just enough to keep him quiet. But he couldn't stop himself from thrusting into the blonde's hand.
"That woman you're always so soul bound to protect." He spat to the side angrily, "Valentine..." Wesker narrowed his eyes at the simple thought of her. It made him puke a little in his mouth, thinking of what Chris and Jill had done together. "I have tried by all means necessary to get that woman out of the picture, but all of my attempts have failed." He looked down for a brief moment, before trailing his tongue through the wound he'd made once again, heading down for his prize. "You should be more vocal for me Redfield, or there will be punishment." He threatened, his mouth lingering dangerously close to the other's erect rod. "You're body talking doesn't please me enough... I want to hear you moan my name... not that Valentine woman's..." He growled defensively, his hands resting on Chris's hips, bringing himself closer to the sultry scent of the other male. The smell alone attracted him, as his tongue darted out to lick the tip of Chris's cock. "I would go to the ends of the world to make you mine." Wesker admitted, squeezing the other's hips tighter.

Jill Valentine. Chris sighed at the thought. He pitied the fact that Jill...that Jill, Rebecca, and the others had gotten into this mess. If he could, he would more than happily take care of all of this himself. But the others always had his back, as well as each other's. There was no way they'd just leave it all to Chris. Stubborn people... His thoughts were interrupted by a surging pain that was just on the right side of pleasurable when Wesker's tongue found one of the wounds he'd created earlier. Chris hissed aloud, attempting to ignore the fact that his arousal twitched more to life at the feeling. He was tempted to call out Jill's name just to piss Wesker off, and just when he was about to, that warm tongue found his cock and his breath caught in his throat. "Is that some kind of weird love confession?" Chris sneered, his face red and his body demanding more.
He looked at him lovingly at the words 'love confession.' "I suppose you could take it that way Chris..." He said, calling him by his first name for the first time. The male took Chris into his lips and suckled affectionately, moaning around his length passionately as his fingers slips to rub that sleek ass. This love hate relationship was strange, but Wesker loved that feeling even more. His jealousy had grown over the years that he had been with the new organization. He wanted to have Chris as more than just eye candy. Wesker wanted him to be at his side. It would be a big bonus to working for the organization. His former best soldier aiding him to save the world in his strange way. He closed his eyes and brought his hands up to play with Chris's nipples as he proceeded to suck him off. Wesker wanted to see those blue eyes caught up in pleasure.
Chris hesitated. He really, honestly hadn't expected a direct 'yes' or anything of the like from Wesker. Had he really been that dense over the years? But that didn't stop the fact that Wesker was the reason he was still in this mess. He had to keep that in mind, even as he was being pleasured now. Was it really right to postpone his mission for this? Chris' hands scrambled against the wall upon which he was leaning, fingers white from the force he was exerting on it. He was trying hard not to reach forward and bury his fingers in that gorgeous blonde hair. He didn't want to satisfy Wesker. But could he really stop himself? He tossed his head back and let out a slight whimper of pleasure. This...this...thing they were doing...it was only going to complicate things. But still, Chris couldn't stop himself from writhing and groaning in response to Wesker's ministrations.

Skilled fingers made their way around to press into Chris's tight entrance. One digit pressed in as he suckled passionately on the other. He liked causing the other to writhe beneath him. His arms wrapped around Chris and shift him to where he was on the floor beneath Wesker. His mouth pulled away long enough to talk to Chris. "I... love you..." He whispered the words into soldier's ear, bringing his lips to mash with the others. "My strong soldier..." He replied, nuzzling the side of his neck before going back down on the other. Wesker never let anyone see this side of him and Chris was the first to get to witness this. "Moan for me..." he told the other dipping his finger back into that tight channel as his mouth continued its work.

Before Chris knew it, he was on his back and Wesker's mouth had left his member. He let out a whimper in protest, but he was stopped short when those three words left Wesker's lips, causing his stomach to turn. He really didn't know what to think of it, especially given that they were supposed to be sworn enemies. They were supposed to be killing each other now, not...this! But still, Chris couldn't bring himself to protest. It all suddenly felt so right. Like it would be okay. And the fact that something would be okay was nothing short of comforting after what seemed like a lifetime of fighting things and getting into situations that certainly were NOT okay. Those lips crashed against Chris' once more and he eagerly returned the gesture. It was short, however, because Wesker was back to his groin area and a finger was inside his entrance, teasing the sensitive nerves inside. Chris, for the first time, obeyed Wesker's order and let out a loud moan, followed by a gasp that sounded an awful lot like "..Wesker..."

"Just give into me..." He asked of the other and continued to suckle the other passionately, pressing in his second digit. All he longed for now was the sweet taste if the other's release. Chris moaned his name and that fueled Wesker's desire to please the brunette beneath him. There was just something adorable about the other caught up in ecstasy. "Mmmm... so wonderful..." He purred thrusting in his fingers passionately. His cock filled his mouth and the back of his throat as he sucked him roughly. "You're so amazing..." He told the other, trying to get him to thread those fingers in through his hair. "Touch me..." He replied and looked at the other. Wesker wanted to feel loved as well. "Please..." The blonde asked.
Chris was on the verge of it. He was literally one more thrust of the hips away from succumbing to Wesker's movements, to his words, to everything about him. His thoughts drifted backward in time, to when Wesker had been his captain. How he'd await his assignment, occasionally stealing glances of the gorgeous blonde, those eyes hiding mysteriously behind his thick black sunglasses. God, he sounded like a lovesick teenager. Except, most lovesick teenagers didn't want to kill their lovers. Finally, he did it. He groaned the other's name once more, fingers slipping into the blonde hair, disheveling the slicked back strands, his body thrusting down onto Wesker's fingers.

He smirked and continued happily on the other's member. "You're amazing..." The male looked up into Chris's eyes, wanting to see them lusted and loved over with love for him and only him. His head nuzzled the other's hands pleasingly, continuing to let the other throat fuck him as he slipped another finger. His free hand came up to rest it on the other's arm. There was something that he just could not stop falling in love with. Each movement of the other's hips caused his own arousal to grow. The hand that was resting on the others arm came down to pump his own cock.

Chris didn't care that he probably wasn't prepared enough. All he knew was that he wanted more. His arousal--no, his entire body--was screaming for more. That in mind, his hand drifted down from the blonde hair to the soft skin of Wesker's face, dragging down to the chin and lifting away from his length. "Wesker..." He moaned as the cool air swept around his cock, causing him to shiver. "No more waiting...Fuck me, already..." He didn't quite understand how he was begging for more, when five minutes ago, he'd been struggling to get as far away from the frightening man with the golden eyes. But at this point, he didn't care. He watched the other in desperation, his eyes laced with longing. "I...want you."
Chris sounded so cute when he begged for him to fuck him. "How could I say no to that..." He smirked and pulled away to strip himself, taking away the other's shoes too. Once he was naked, the other could see the true paleness of his body. He too had his own number of scars, decorating his flesh, the biggest from the original tyrant. "Oh how I've longed to feel you..." Wesker whispered, postioning himself to enter the other's tight hole. His tip pushed in gently, causing himself to quiver with desire too. "You're so amazing Chris." He told the other, pressing himself in further. Wesker was so happy that someone wanted him, he didn't want him to let him go.
It was not in Chris' nature to be so demanding during sex. But how could he resist with the way Wesker was pleasuring him? Despite how amazing every touch was, he only wanted more, and when Wesker agreed to give him more, he couldn't help but smile, his eyes glazed over with lust. He watched as the blonde stripped before him, the many scars revealing themselves on his body. It was no surprise, but Chris still felt a bit of pity for him. Sure, it hurt like hell, but Chris had asked for it, and he'd even helped out by pushing himself down onto the blonde's cock, tugging the man down for a hungry kiss.
That smile was dazzling to him as he lips pressed against the other when he tried to get up to him. Once he was fully sheathed into the other male... "That feels so good..." He whispered, rubbing the other's cock as he got ready to move in and out of him. Wesker decided to pull the other up, wanting to feel his warm body pressed against his own. His head rested on Chris's shoulder as he set his pace, fucking the other gently to start. The other's cock poked him in the belly, a little droplet of pre cum at the tip begging for Wesker to touch it and he did as he kept his chest pressed to Chris's. "You're amazing."
The change in position was enough to make Chris groan aloud, which he did. He buried his own face in Wesker's neck, his breath hot against the pale skin, and wrapped his arms around the other's body. He'd done so mostly to keep his balance, but he was enjoying the feeling of closeness. It had been a long time since he'd gotten the chance to enjoy such closeness with another human being. "Wesker..." Chris spoke, his own hips moving to the best of his ability in response to Wesker's movements. His fingers traced the other's back as he planted a soft, thankful kiss on the other's neck. He could feel the blonde's length stroking a certain spot inside him and his breath hitched when he experienced the sensation that came from that stroke.
His nose nuzzled the other's throat. "God I love you..." Wesker whimpered and decided to suckle the other's neck as he pushed in and out of the other. He planned on marking the other's neck to make sure that everyone knew that Chris was his. A small red mark began to form where his lips left on him. "You shall never return to Jill... I forbid it." He continued to stroke the other's member lovingly as he continue to pump the other. "Beautiful thing..." The technical zombie purred, pushing against that little bundle of nerves to get the other more excitedly.
By now, the thoughts of Jill, Rebecca, and any of the others had temporarily fled his mind. He was too preoccupied on the fact that he was currently engaging in sex with his worst enemy, who had apparently been in love with him. It was a lot to take in, but the sex sure made it easier. "Don't talk." Chris pleaded, seizing Wesker's face once more so he could give him another kiss, this one softer and somewhat lingering. He wasn't sure what exactly his feelings were for the blonde man before him. Sure, he'd had the hots for him back before everything that had happened, but Wesker had been the reason for so many deaths and so many things that had happened. So why couldn't he stop himself from holding the other close now? Each time Wesker thrust in, Chris could feel that spot inside him being struck harder, and each one sent waves of ecstacy through his body, expelled in the form of a pleasured groan. He was close, and he couldn't stop himself from speeding the rhythm a bit. Wesker complied with the other's wishes, only grunting with the pleasure the other's body was providing him with. "God... so close already Chris..." He whispered, arching his back as he thrust into that tight channel, moving in a way to hit the other male's sweet bundle of nerves. The blonde knew how he felt for the other and had not intention of changing that, not for anyone. "his lips mashed to the other's, slipping his tongue into his soldier's mouth, enjoying the taste that he had. "Mmmm..." He groaned pushing as deep as he could into Chris. He wanted the S.T.A.R.S alpha team member to love him, even though they had been worst enemies... It was a strange fantasy of his and he didn't have any intention of giving it up. If it weren't for the fact that they were kissing, Chris would've probably been a whole lot more vocal, but he still gave the occasional hungry groan into Wesker's mouth and a sloppy kiss to the corner of the mouth every now and then. But when he felt his stomach tightening, he pulled away from the kiss, tossing his head back and groaning as the waves of pleasure ripped through him, his seed spilling out from his leaking member, onto the stomachs of the two men. He didn't pull away. He merely drew himself closer, resting his forehead on Wesker's shoulder, panting heavily. He continued his movements still, a slight longing to feel the other climax within him starting to build up.
When the other came, that sent him straight over the edge. His hot release hit in thick spurts, filling the other's channel with his cum. "Oh Chris..." He felt his legs quiver up againt the other as he laid down on the floor with the other against his chest. Wesker hadn't bothered pulling out and didn't really believe that he would. "You're such an amazing fuck, Chris." He purred, nipping his ear playfully as he kept him close to his body. Wesker was absolutely enthralled to be caught up in the afterglow of sex with Chris. He simply dreaded the thought that he might have to let the other go and frowned.
It was Chris who pulled off of Wesker, letting out a groan as he did so. He got to his feet, his legs still weak from the high he'd just gotten. The sex was amazing, he wouldn't lie, but Chris found it hard to keep the thought of what had happened between them all the times before out of his mind. They were sworn enemies. "Thanks..." He said, standing over the other man, a pitying look on his face. Yeah, he had feelings for Wesker, but he couldn't let them get in the way of what was most important--stopping all of this mess for good. But he couldn't bring himself to walk away. He merely gazed down at the blonde, for once feeling sadness for him.
The blonde male sat there for a moment, biting his lower lip. "You really think walking away will change things, Chris?" Another first for Wesker, a small tear drop streamed down his face. "...let your feelings for everyone else ruing those for the one you want to be with..." His... heart, if one could say he possessed one, sunk to the bottom of his gut. Wesker wasn't going to let him away without fighting him first. He had won his prize- and dammit he wasn't going to give it up! He stood his ground. "Leave me now, and you will regret it, my dear Christopher..." He whispered, standing up to stand face to face with Redfield. His eyes narrowed slightly enough to stare into the other's.
Chris turned away from the other man, a frown evident on his face. He couldn't bear to see the guy like this. Even when he'd worked under him in S.T.A.R.S., he'd never seen the man shed a single tear. It just wasn't like him, and for some reason which Chris would never understand, he felt horrible that it was he who was causing the pain. "This wasn't supposed to happen, Wesker." Chris groaned weakly, covering his face in frustration with one hand and dragging it down to his jaw, then letting it drop at his sides. "If I don't leave, I'll be abandoning my mission." He turned to face the other with wide eyes laced with hurt and determination. "And I can't do that."

That in mind, he rolled to the side and seized his gun, facing Wesker. "Sorry." He said in a firm voice, raising the gun in trembling hands and pointing it at the blonde.

His lips formed into a frown at the sight of the gun being pointed at him. "We both know how much damage that will do." He smirked and pointed the barrel of the gun downward. "Don't do this..." Wesker could cause the other great injury and make him stay with him. "I will keep you with me... by ANY means possible." Wesker could break his legs and keep him from going. His love for Redfield would drive him to extreme, though he didn't want to do it. He wasn't even sure if he COULD bring himself to harm the other in such a way. "...Christopher..." His deep voice dropped, as he looked at him. He couldn't manage to find the emotional strength to cause the one he cared for harm.
Chris sighed. Why did this have to happen? He lowered the gun as Wesker pointed the barrel downward, turning his head to look anywhere but at the blonde man before him. It shouldn't have been this easy to surrender to his will. No! Chris couldn't just give in. He'd been fighting for years, now! "I can't do this." He turned and walked off, ignoring the temptation to just ask Wesker to put a bullet in his brain already. At least he knew the others would have the gumption to fight him. And they certainly wouldn't be met face-to-face with those longing eyes of his. Chris had never seen him this way, and believe it or not, it hurt like hell to see him like this.

Wesker despised the fact that he could be so weak... But he couldn't help himself. He was sick and tired of letting the other male slip through his fingers time again. The blonde male zipped in front of him. "Where are you going to go without your clothing, Christopher?" He asked, reminding the other that he was infact- still naked with his clothing shredded. "How will you confront your sister like this?" He questioned, "I can see her now... with you trying to come up with a decent excuse, but one doesn't exist." Wesker continued on with his argument.

Chris let his head hang low, his eyes lazily scanning the ground beneath him. It was true. What would he tell Claire? What would he tell any of the others? He could be honest and tell them that he'd succumbed to Wesker's and his own desires, but it seemed to just build more problems than it was worth. But could he even get himself to leave? "I...hate you for this..." Chris said, shooting Wesker a very weak glare. Did he really hate him? Of course! They were enemies! Wesker was the reason they were all in this mess! Chris was having trouble convincing himself.
"Do you really feel that way?" The blonde asked softly. His eyes looked incredibly sad as he looked at the other male. Wesker had dropped all of his shields to get the other to stay with him. His heart sank to the bottom of his chest... did Chris really hate him...? His eyes watered as the other uttered those bitter words. "Don't..." Wesker's lip quivered at Chris asked him being so cruel to him. He loved the other male so much that it hurt him.

No! He didn't! But could he really let Wesker know that? As if the obvious sadness on his face wasn't a dead giveaway. He knew it hurt the other man, but things just...couldn't be this way. He had sworn years ago that he'd end this, and he didn't plan on letting go of that thought. Too much was at stake. "Yeah...I do." He answered reluctantly, balling a fist to keep the stern expression--which he didn't realize didn't look all that stern--on his face. He had to get that rivalry back, so that when he could finally convince himself to kill the man, he would be able to, and those sad eyes wouldn't meet his and try to convince him otherwise.
Wesker howled angrily and lunged at the other male. "I will have your blood on my hands by the end of all of this!" The blonde landed a punch on his face. "... you're horrible! How could you fucking act this way after what we just did!?" The male kneed him in the stomach before leaving. The male was depressed as he disappeared from Redfield's eyes. His heart was aching from the misery the words that spiteful male said. It was too much for him...

Chris rolled with the punches. The first one to his face hurt and he could feel the inside of his cheek bleeding where his teeth had cut from the sheer force. He was still recovering from the hit when Wesker kneed him in the stomach, sending him reeling backward. Lying on his back, he watched the other disappear, his eyes drifting with melancholy up to the sky. He had succeeded, hadn't he? But he really wanted to punch himself for feeling so sad about it. He had to get back to Claire, though. That in mind, he got to his feet, one hand clutching his gut, and started off toward the plane where they'd head off. He still had to come up with an explanation for why he was naked, but he was sure his sister would understand any explanation he gave. Chris needed to strengthen his mind. That way, when he returned to kill Wesker, he could actually convince himself to do so.

-Ch. One End-