Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ Cage and Clip the Wings ❯ This is Far From Over ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Cage and Clip the Wings Ch. 2: This is Far From Over
[Several Years Later] Wesker had managed to gain knowledge of the Las Plagas virus and was taking care of issues. He knew Redfield would be there soon to try and stop him and destroy his heart and soul. The blonde male smiled and looked around nervously, as if he were anticipating the other. Albert couldn't hurt Chris... he knew that, but he would damn sure try. The brunette was mentally stronger than he, but he was physically stronger. He knew that he could use this to his advantage, and break the other's mind with his fingers. "My dear Redfield, you will be mine, won't you..." He whispered, the woman that Chris had been with so many times was now standing at his side. With Jill working under his control, he would be able to get Chris with no problem at all. His maniacal chuckle filled the air as he watched the moniters.

Chris panted heavily, reloading his gun once more and turning to face his dark-skinned partner. "How ya holdin' up, Sheva?" He questioned with a half-smile. This whole experience was physically and mentally draining, but they were closer to Wesker now. Chris could feel it. And he was ready to take the man down this time. He would stop at nothing to end this once and for all. And with Sheva by his side, it would be that much easier. Of course, neither he nor Sheva knew of the weapon Wesker had standing beside him. Neither were ready for it. "Been better." The woman answered, her accent heavy in her words. "Let's keep moving." "Right." Chris agreed. They entered the next room, glancing at the surroundings, which seemed fair enough. But it was too quiet. "Anyone in here?" Chris felt like an idiot for questioning(and the look Sheva gave him made him look like one), but he would rather know if someone was there instead of getting attacked by them when he was unaware.
Right as Chris made his statement, Wesker's secret weapon snuck up and grabbed him from behind, holding him tightly. "Well done, Redfield..." He stated calmly, moving down to look at the other. "You have made it so far, but now, I will be ending your mission." He whispered. He looked to the woman that was also in the room with them. "Already cheating on me are you?" He asked, "I feel offended." Wesker's lips were emotionless, but his eyes would tell all if they weren't hidden.

Chris struggled in the being's grip. The arms were a great deal smaller, and it was very obvious--Chris could feel it on his back--that it was a woman. But damn, she was strong. Still, he continued to struggle, even as Wesker made his comment about cheating on him. He ignored the surprised look Sheva gave him, then glared up at the blonde man. "Fuck you, Wesker! I'll kill you!" He then shot his elbow backward, knocking the weapon away, and sped toward Wesker. "Cover me, Sheva!" His partner nodded, jumping into the crossfire and ready to stop the hooded being if necessary, her gun pointed straight at the being's head. "Don't move!" She demanded. But since when did that do any good?
He grinned and knocked the weapon out of Sheva's hand and then snapped her neck angrily, causing her corpse to fall onto the floor, a pool of warm blood forming around her head. "You would like that, wouldn't you?" He growled, launching himself onto the other male as Jill stepped away and let Wesker take him into his arms. His hands went around the other's neck. "It's pleasant to see you're doing so well." The male growled and pressed his nose to the other's. "So, are you here to kill me?" He whispered, his hands squeezing tightly around the other's neck.
It was always like this. Wesker always had a new trick. This time, it was this partner of his, who seemed powerful. And now, he was trapped, those oh-so-familiar hands wrapped around his neck. Through half-lidded eyes, he glared at Wesker, unable to speak, arms and legs flailing in an attempt to free himself. "Gggh!" He managed to groan, hand slipping into his pocket, pulling out a knife, and embedding the sharp object right in Wesker's stomach. Hopefully, the other would release him and he could catch his air back. But even in such a threatening position, Chris noticed that those hands felt nice against his flesh, like they had years before.
"How brutal..." He let go over the thicker male with one hand and let the blood pumped from his stomach and landed onto Chris. His hand then returned to his neck. "I missed you so much." He had thrown the knife to the side angrily. "That day you left, a part of me died inside..." Wesker let go as the woman stood there as he held Chris to him. "You... do not know how badly I am hurting inside..." He whispered softly, squeezing his fingers tighter around Chris's neck. "JILL!" Wesker exclaimed as the woman removed the mask from her face. "Fetch me my knife!'
Chris watched as if the knife was his very life. It landed on the ground with a 'clang,' and he knew it was all over. He tried to ignore the words of hurt that fell from Wesker's lips, but he couldn't ignore the fact that he pitied the other for feeling such pain. What had happened that day...it shouldn't have happened. That was what Chris kept reminding himself of. Not that it really worked or anything, but he would try until he was in a bodybag. "Jill?" Chris somehow choked out, drawing his attention to the hooded woman who had now removed her mask. She was indeed none other than Jill Valentine, his partner, dear friend, and at one point, lover. "What did you do to her!?" He managed to demand, his movements more desperate than before, trying to free himself from Wesker's grip. Part of him remembered Wesker's jealousy towards Jill. Hopefully, it would anger him again. At least then, Chris would feel some gratification, some sense that he'd at least done one thing right. He could smell the blood of his partner as her corpse lay on the ground and waited to rot. Another person dead at the hands of Wesker. Chris hated him! No...he wanted to...he needed to...so why couldn't he?

"Here you go, Wesker." She stated flatly, handing him the knife. He eyes were lifeless as if she were a zombie. The knife he had used once before was in his fingertips. "Shall I leave you Wesker?" Jill asked as the blonde shook his head. "No, I want you to see..." His shaded eyes stared directly at Chris's. "This is the way things were meant to be, my dear Christopher... you're supposed to be at my side, not her... don't you agree?" His lips pressed to the other's lovingly blood still dripping down his black clothing. He drug the knife against the other's hand and then his own, pressing them together. "And now you're mine." The male whispered with a smile. "Just stay with me... I'll let the girl go..."

Chris' eyes narrowed in pity. Somehow, Jill was being controlled. She wasn't like this. She'd have never thought to serve Wesker after he'd betrayed them like he had. But what could he do to bring her to her senses? And what would happen afterward? Surely Wesker wouldn't kill her, would he? Chris wasn't so sure. The other's blood was warm against his, and the feeling surprisingly brought a groan to his lips. He was just on the verge of yelling out that he would never be Wesker's when the blonde offered something he couldn't decline. His heart sank at the thought of surrendering to the man, but at least Jill would be okay...right? "You have to promise me, Wesker." Chris demanded in a serious voice. "You have to let her go, no strings attached. Release her of whatever sick control you have over her and let her free. Do all that, and I'll stay with you." Partly, Chris liked the idea. He adored Wesker, even though he didn't want to admit it. But he wasn't sure he could turn the tables and actually help Wesker create this new world.
He smiled at those words. "Well... you know what, you have yourself a deal, my beloved." Wesker instructed Jill to use a device to remove the one that was attached to her. "I love you..." He whispered as the woman took her leave. Wesker purred, held the other's hands tightly in his own, dripping both of their blood onto the floor. Jill was out of the picture, permanently. This made Wesker happy as he scooped the brunette up with a grin. "We both have what we want now..." His non bloody hand stroked Chris's cheek, leading him to his bedroom. It wasn't as dark as he reflected himself. It was light blue with a few bits of black on the comfoter. "Mmm... I don't know if I want to be rough or passionate..." He pondered, resting the soldier on his bed.

Chris watched in relief as his former lover removed her device. Silently, he prayed that she would go on to fight against himself and Wesker, and hopefully end this once and for all. She'd bring the others, and they'd put a bullet through his brain for ever letting something like this interfere with the mission. Of course, things never went the way Chris wanted them to. He was dropped onto the bed, still giving Wesker a reluctant look. As much as he wanted to stare into those bright golden orbs of his, to bury his face in that blonde hair, to feel that skin upon his, this just wasn't right. When he had journeyed here to kill the man, he ended up getting with them. No, Chris wasn't going to live this down. "It's my turn." Chris hissed, tears burning his angry eyes as he shoved the other backward and took initiative, tearing at the blonde's clothing. He wanted to show Wesker just how angry this had made him. But at least the others were still safe.
Wesker's eyes watered as the other pinned him down onto the bed. This wasn't what he wanted... "Chris..." He whispered looking at him, shades still on his face. His head turned the side. "...Please... don't..." He noticed the other's anger and lay there. He had taken a lot from him, but he believed he was doing it for both of their sakes. Wesker wasn't agreeing with himself anymore. "I'm sorry..." He apologized, unable to move under the other's much more powerful arms. Normally, he could toss Chris off, but he couldn't bring himself. He deserved what he was about to receive from the other.

By now, Chris didn't care. His eyes were firmly on the clothing he was ripping from the other's body. He tore the shirt(s) off, then worked the rest of it off in no time, not paying any heed to the pleas of the other. Lust filled his bright, angry eyes as he tore the pants off and began stripping himself. There were no loving kisses, no embraces, no calm, comforting words. Chris roughly spread the other's legs apart and without preparation, started to push himself inside, watching the other's face with a hunger unlike anything Chris had felt before. He adored Wesker. He knew that. But this was just another attempt to mask that adoration. To make it go away.
Wesker began to sob, tears pouring down his face as he grabbed the bedsheets beneath him. "Ahhh... Chris..." He whimpered, eyes wet with sadness and hurt. "...please... it hurts..." His body quaked with displeasure, his member soft as the other proceeded to fuck him violently. He tried to pull away, but he couldn't manage to. Wesker jerked his head to the side his shades breaking off of his face. He then turned back to look at Chris, his orange red eyes blood shot from the tears. "Chris... stoppit..." He cried softly.
"Shut the hell up." Chris demanded, only fucking harder upon hearing the other's pleas. He wasn't even hard enough to be doing this, but he could feel his erection finally growing and it was suddenly not quite as painful as it had been before. In fact, being inside of Wesker felt positively...wonderful. And then, god forbid, he looked down and saw those eyes. Those bright, bloodshot eyes staring up at him with that desperate expression. He couldn't stop himself. His expression softened almost immediately, and he drifted downward, drawing himself closer to the other and giving him a warm, lingering kiss. His thrusts slowed, and one hand went downward to stroke the other's member. How Wesker had this power over him, he didn't know. Chris wouldn't admit love. He was supposed to hate this man. But instead, he adored him.

His arms wrapped around the other's neck lovingly. "... Thank you Chris..." He nuzzled the other lovingly, thrusting upward into the other's hand. Wesker rubbed his eyes, looking up at Chris, his knees squeezing the other's waist. "You are amazing..." The blonde was hurting still from Chris getting so rough. He loved the way he could get the other to bend for him. "More..." He whispered, lightly tugging the other's ear lovingly with his teeth. His hands lightly stroked the back of Chris's neck as he took him.
Chris could tell he was still in pain. The other's canal was white-hot around him from the friction he'd created in his relentless thrusting. But it felt good to hear that he was okay, and those legs wrapped around his waist only drew him closer. He cooed softly at the feeling of those teeth on his earlobe in conjunction with the hands on his back. It felt nice, and Chris eagerly delivered when Wesker plead for more, pushing himself further inside, all the way to the hilt, giving him a soft butterfly kiss on the neck as he did so. His movements were slower this time, in and out slowly, a kiss on the neck, a nuzzle on the cheek. Resting on his elbows, he gave the other a surprisingly loving kiss, tongue slowly probing the other's mouth. He wanted Wesker so, yet he knew this wasn't the way things should be. But he couldn't have stopped himself if he tried, now.

He rubbed his cock up against the other's belly in desperation, wanting some contact with his now full erect member. "Mmm..." He moaned, pressing his tongue against the other's, enjoying the taste of cigarettes on the other's lips. Wesker pressed his fingers into the other's back as his own back arched up off of his mattress. "Uhnnn!" He whimpered, lightly suckling the other's tongue. His body quaked with desire as his precum trickled down and wet the other's belly as it rubbed against him. "Harder..." He purred softly. Wesker didn't give a fuck about the other being on the other side. All that mattered to him was that he was with the one he loved. Umbrella could take a side track so he could have his happiness.
Chris had never seen Wesker like this before that time years ago. The other had always had that smug grin on his face and a perfectly calm disposition. Seemingly also, he never showed these strange feelings that he'd apparently harbored for the brunette. It was flattering, Chris wouldn't lie, but still pretty shocking. But he didn't care right now. He was too lost in the moment. Feeling the other arch up against him, that dripping cock rubbing up against his skin, he drew his hand downward and continued stroking, never taking his lips away from Wesker's. Their tongues mingled, seemingly in rhythm with the thrusts Chris had been giving. The other was tight around him, and damn, it felt good. In fact, he could already tell he was close.
There was just something about Chris that Wesker could not point out. He was mesmerized by the second in command of the S.T.A.R.S Alpha team. His hands squeezed tighter onto the brunette male and he tried to keep himself from buckling against the other. Wesker felt like a total slut for Chris and would not deny that he was. His eyes shut tightly as his member shot his hot, white release all over Chris. He whimpered, looking up at the other, still kissing him with all of his passion, wanting him to reach the same amazing peak he did.

The other's hands were tight on his bare skin, but it, mixed with the kisses, the white-hot canal around him, and just the warmth of the other's body so close made it all so wonderful. He cried out the name of his former captain as he reached his climax, pulling away from the kiss only to do so. But as he rode out his orgasm, the kisses returned, loving and pleased and calm altogether. "Wesker..." Chris finally managed again, the other's seed dribbling down his belly as he pulled out of the other male. He used his shirt to wipe the substance away, then plopped down on the bed next to him, panting, his body instinctively curling around the other's. He seized both sides of the other's face in his hands and placed another soft, lingering kiss on his lips, then pulled away to hold Wesker close. He still didn't quite understand his feelings, but part of him figured he could live with this. To put it lightly.
He was already asleep when the other pulled him into his arms. The violent sex had worn him out quite well and he didn't much care that he was bare and exposed at that point. He slept peacefully... until the next morning. Wesker awoke, noting a slight change in his physical appearance. His stomach was buldgy and didn't look attractive and flat like it used to... He frowned to himself as the urge to vomit hit him and he rushed off to puke his guts up. It ended up a horrible mess when he was through and he cleaned things up the best he could, a sense of light headedness about him as he returned to Chris. There was something most certainly odd about the bulge in his belly... He just wished he knew what it was...