Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ Cage and Clip the Wings ❯ You're Better Than Drugs ( Chapter 4 )

Cage and Clip the Wings Ch. 4: You're Better Than Drugs
"I kind of want a little girl..." He smiled, "I want to see how protective of a daddy you're going to be." Wesker moved himself to where he was as close to Chris. "I like Jasmine..." He nuzzled the other, kissing his lover on the other's lips. "You're wonderful..." Chris moved the other's hand around on his tummy.
"I'll protect little Jasmine with my life." Chris said, a determined look on his face. "I bet she'll have those bright eyes of yours." He silently wondered if she'd have any tyrant in her as well. But all that meant to the brunette was that she would be able to take care of herself in the event that someone tried to harm her during school or something. "You are too..." Chris praised, returning the kiss, his hand never leaving Wesker's belly. As odd as it seemed for the other to be pregnant, Chris was starting to become excited. He looked forward to fatherhood, and his life with his new family. He looked forward to no longer fighting. He wanted to be at peace.
"I'm glad to hear that." He smiled at the other, stealing a little kiss. "But your eyes are pretty too..." Wesker replied, squeezing the other male's hands tightly. He was through with all of the fighting, for the most part. He had other men to do that for him since he was in charge of the entire organization. This caused him to merely smile, holding himself closer to Redfield. Chris seemed as happy as he was about the child that was in the near future for the two of them. Wesker on the other hand, had his worries, especially about the weight gain... "I'm going to get fat." He chuckled, cuddling the much more buff soldier.

Chris knew Wesker wasn't going to stop running his organization, but as he had expected, he had ended up falling hard for the blonde man, and there was no turning back. His only reassurance was that Jill would be back with the team and they'd attempt to stop Wesker once more. But would Chris be able to just let them do that? He sure doubted it at this point. "That's why they call them 'love handles,' Albert." Chris spoke with a grin, squeezing the belly gently with a chuckle.
His pale skin turned bright red when the other called him by his first name. Sure it was nice, but he didn't think that he'd ever hear it coming from Chris. Wesker should have expected it, but was caught off guard in his comfortable position. "Chris..." He smiled and closed his eyes. "Fuck, I can't smoke or take pain killers for this can I?" He frowned a little, a bit of pain searing up his chest.
"Nope." Chris grinned, then snatched Wesker's cigarettes, popping one in his mouth and heading to the balcony to light it. He still had the image of Wesker blushing in his head, and it was nothing short of adorable. He'd never seen that skin flush a different color, save for the times he may have landed a stray hit when attacking or something.
"That is absolutely no fair..." he pouted and followed him onto the balcony and took his hand, looking out over the ledge with him. "Just stealing my smokes..." His lips formed a little frown. "So how do I cope with the pain?" He asked. Usually after a huge injury, he would directly inject morphine to numb it over long enough to forget he'd ever been hurt.
"Hmm." Chris took a puff on the cigarette, then glanced thoughtfully upward. "My breath smells like cigarettes, so maybe you should just kiss me." He winked. "And if you're hurting, we can cuddle." He didn't want to bring up any ideas for medication. Morphine was too powerful, and the last thing they wanted was a baby having withdrawals from a potentially fatal medication.
His arms wrapped around the other male's neck as he locked lips with him, tasting the taste of tobacco on the Chris's tongue. "I guess that will work..." He still wasn't quite prepared for the idea of not being able to medicate when he was in this much pain. "Then I'm going to need a lot of cuddles if that will fix it." He looked straight into the other's eyes. "In the equivalent amount of the morphine I take." He was referring to one of the many syringes that were locked up in a safe box.

For a while, Chris enjoyed the kiss, the taste of Wesker wonderful in his mouth. Gingerly so that he wouldn't hurt the blonde, he wrapped his arms around the other's waist and pulled him closer. "So that's how it is, huh?" He joked, resting his forehead against the other male's. "I'm your drugs, now?" He chuckled to himself, then threaded a hand through those blonde locks. "Even better." He smiled and cuddled the other happily, enjoying the closeness. Chris would be the only other person, other than their future child, that he would let his guard down to. "You are going to replace my morphine addiction." He grinned brightly and stole a little kiss. "think you could carry me to the bed?" Wesker was not going to show his strength anymore in order to let Chris be the manly one. Those thick, muscular arms made him feel safe for some reason...
Chris laughed again. "Now I'm your legs, too?" He joked as he scooped the other up into his arms and started toward the bed. He understood. After all, Wesker had just lost a lot of blood. His legs were probably pretty weak. The poor guy. Chris stopped at the side of the bed and gently lowered his lover down onto it, leaning down to give him a soft kiss as he did so. Those lips against his...he just couldn't resist.
"Yes..." he whispered and relaxed his arms. "You're arms are very comfortable by the way." He added, some of his body a little numb due to blood loss. "Thanks for carrying me..." He chimed in happily and kept close to him. "I have to take care of organizational things in the morning, but I need to set up an appointment to see a doctor for an ultra sound." When Chris kissed him he melted like ice. "Mmm... the bitter sweet taste of tobacco and Chris... <3"
"You're welcome." Chris answered, the standard response. He actually liked holding the other in his arms. The new baby had really softened Wesker up, it seemed. It was kind of sweet, and Chris found himself falling more and more for him every time he saw those eyes and that smile on his face. "You taste better." Chris cooed, straddling the other, then rolled over next to him on the bed, sprawling out. "And you smell good."
"I don't really want to deal with them in the morning though... I think my ultra sound will go first..." He grinned a little and nuzzled noses with Chris. "I wonder how long my pregnancy will last..." he whispered to himself softly. "I mean... I'm showing in the first day..." Wesker commented and kissed Chris on the lips. "And what about sex... I might go crazy from deprivation..." He chuckled and held the other's hands.

"You're right." Chris thought, pulling back slightly only to ponder the issue. Women usually don't start showing until around the second trimester." (How Chris knew that, he wasn't sure) "Does that mean you'll be due in a matter of days?" The thought gave birth to a strange expression on Chris' face. "If you're growing this fast, you don't have long to wait." Chris answered, though the thought of being sex deprived wasn't all that thrilling. "Still, you have a good point. The night after the baby's born, it's you and me in the bedroom." He chuckled aloud.

"Suppose I will have to hire childcare so we can keep our love life strong." He laughed, rolling to where he was belly to belly with Chris. he didn't like that there were bandages in the way of their flesh making complete contact, but it was better than nothing at all. "I take that'll be a date then?" He smirked and then felt a little movement down in his belly. "Goodness... I suppose she or he is growing rather quickly. Must be my cells or something..."

Chris liked the feeling of the baby moving against his stomach. It was odd, but the feeling that would usually be arousing for being so low on his stomach was actually more reassuring than anything. As if he was being told that his little baby boy or girl was alive and healthy. And after all that had happened today, Chris couldn't be more thankful for that. "Guess so." Chris thought aloud, still enjoying the feeling. He nuzzled Wesker in adoration.
"I suppose baby is happy to be with their daddy." He smiled, "It's going to be so odd calling you that." Wesker laughed, "I prefer to call you Chris, but eh... daddy sounds kind of cute too..." He smiled and stroked the other's hair, kissing his cheek, right along that rough five o' clock shadow. "Sometimes I wish you'd shave it, but then, you might not have that sexy manliness about you." Chris had changed a lot since their days in S.T.A.R.S he used to be a little thin thing, like a teenager still going through puberty. But now Chris was a man, a big, beefed up man...

The tables sure as hell seemed to have turned. Before, Chris was a nervous man, even though he was in his twenties, afraid of his captain who seemed so much more buff than him. Wesker had been stern and unafraid, a trait that Chris respected highly, and maybe even adored, about him. Now, Chris was buff and muscular, his voice even a bit deeper than it had been. And since Wesker had confessed his feelings to the man, he'd seemed a bit less stern, and the pregnancy was having an effect on him, too. But Chris found it kind of cute, and he stroked his former captain's cheek, a thrilled smile on his face. "I want to see what our baby looks like." Chris said with a slight pout. He was glad the thing was growing so fast within his former captain.

“You're not the only one...” Wesker pointed out pressing a finger to the other's nose. “I have to carry her and I don't get to see her until after the anesthesia wears off...” He paused, “And if we have a little girl, I want her to be named Jasmine...”

"I'm looking forward to it." Chris stated with a grin, drawing himself closer gingerly, so that he wouldn't hurt the other. He gave him a soft kiss, then wrapped his arms around the other's frame. "Are you feeling a bit better?" He questioned. Wesker seemed a bit more warm than he had been after losing all of that blood. "I should fix you some more water or something." That in mind, he started to crawl out of bed so he could do just that.
"Good." He responded, nuzzling noses with Chris. "I want to see too..." Wesker brushed his hands over his belly. "I really want a little girl..." The blonde flushed a little, wanting to be able to spoil his daughter if that were the case. "I'm feeling better... but still a little uncomfortable." He shivered and cuddled a pillow in Chris's absence. It smelled like Chris, but didn't feel anywhere near as good as flesh.
"I do, too. And I agree, Jasmine sounds like a great name for her." Little Jasmine. Chris smiled fondly as he poured the water for his lover. Jasmine would probably have those bright eyes of Wesker's and Chris' unmanageable brown hair. Poor girl. Maybe he'd have someone teach him how to pull her hair up in one of those fountain ponytails. She was going to be adorable. "Here." Chris said, handing Wesker the drink, then making his way back into the spot on the bed. All this helping was making him sleepy, and he was really looking forward to the ultrasound.
"Thank you love..." he replied, taking the water from his lover. When he finished the glass, he insisted on Chris falling asleep holding him so that he could fall asleep, feeling safe and secure. Once he was curled up against his lover, he fell straight to sleep, happy to know that he was loved and cherished by someone. When the sun arose, the doctors came tapping on Wesker's door. Wesker grumbled and whimpered, not really in the mood to move at all. He had doubled in size almost since the previous day and found it hard to get up out of bed. His stitches had opened a little due to the increase in size.
Chris hadn't really noticed the growing of Wesker's belly, even though their bodies had been pressed flush against each other through the night. He wasn't aware of the small stream of blood that had dripped from Wesker's opening stitches, either. But the doctor woke them both up well. Chris rubbed his eyes and sat up, still unaware of the growing belly before him and the blood on his chest. "Hey, doctor's here." He said, tapping his lover's shoulder. "Holy shit, you've grown." He added, his eyes wide.

He moved a little as the doctors instructed him to get up and strip down and relax. "... gahhh... I hate being naked around strangers..." He half teased. Of course he knew all of the doctors in the facility, but his nudity was something he only wanted to share with Chris, no one else. The baby was wiggling around quite a bit it seemed and there was a cool gel squirted onto his stomach as the doctor moved the little paddle to zoom on the baby's positioning. "Looks like you're going to most likely... be due tomorrow... or Monday..." The doctor was in absolute shock at the development of the baby. "It's going to be a beautiful little girl." Wesker's heart beat quicker at the doctor's statement, his hand reaching to grab Chris's as little pictures were printed out.
"Holy shit..." Chris thought aloud, his hand tightening around Wesker's. Jasmine's head bobbed up and down eagerly, her little feet kicking somewhat along Wesker's stomach. The pictures printed out and Chris grinned even more upon seeing them. To say that he was excited was putting it lightly. "If I was like you, Albert, I'd be bawling my eyes out right now." He joked, talking about his lover's mental instability. "It'll have to be a C-Section since Mister Wesker doesn't have any way to push it out..." he explained. "You'll have to go under the knife, so no food after midnight tomorrow." He warned as the he turned to face Chris. "You make sure he's okay." The doctor tore off the pictures and handed them to Chris. Wesker looked at the screen and teared up lovingly. "Oh Chris..." He whispered, so excited at the thought of seeing their baby so soon. Thank goodness for the Tyrant cells going through his veins. The doctor was stunned himself both for the fact her growth rate was so quick and that Wesker was pregnant. But he'd come to learn, never say never due to Wesker's undying motivation.
Chris nodded. He'd expected it to be that way, given that there was no other way. He shrugged and accepted the pictures eagerly, going over them with a huge grin on his face. The normal Chris Redfield would be sick right about now. But he had changed drastically since that night years ago. He gave his lover a tender smile, then held him close. "I'm glad you're as excited as I am." Chris said. He was looking forward to holding that little baby in his arms.
"I bet she wants to see you a lot." He chuckled as the doctor headed out of the room. "Like her mommy did when she was without you." Wesker admitted, "She'll get to see you everyday, as will I." Wesker declared softly, nuzzling the other's neck. "I kind of want photo proof for a baby book..." That was definitely something he never thought he'd say. They were going to be the parents that wrote down every last little detail of the baby's life.
Chris laughed out loud, nuzzling the other back, then sat upright. "Oh, god." He stated in between laughs. "We're gonna write down her first messy diaper, first cry, first smile, first everything, huh?" Chris was certainly sure he wanted to be there for it all. Jill would've given him a look of surprise(and maybe even disgust) if she'd seen him like this. But by now, Chris didn't care.
"Pretty much..." He smiled in response. Their little girl looked so cute inside the womb, but he wondered how she would look outside. His hand rubbed his belly, looking downward at his tummy. Once the doctor was gone, Wesker was insistent on his lover laying beside him so that he could get warm again. "Please Chris, for me?"
Chris sighed, giving a joking roll of the eyes. "You know I can't say no to you." That in mind, he snuggled close as well, wrapping his arms around the other's frame and holding him close. Yesterday, he was still fighting this. What had swayed him so easily? Well, the thought of being a father was sure nice, but Chris mainly blamed it on those eyes. Those desperate, yellow-orange eyes that bored into his.
Wesker held Chris's face in his hands. "So what shall we do the rest of the day? I can have second in command take care of any business that needs to be handled." He gave a warm smile, pressing his nose against the other's neck. "And we can spend it in town on baby clothes and other items we're going to need for little Jasmine."

"Oh." Chris put a finger to his lips in surprise. He'd almost forgotten that their new child would need bottles, clothing, toys, a crib, and various other things. It was a good thing Wesker was pretty much made of money. Chris had money, but not nearly as much as his former captain. "I almost forgot." He finally spoke with a chuckle, drawing a hand to the back of his own neck to scratch it in mild embarrassment. "But yeah, let's go."
He got up carefully and got dressed. "My clothes are too small..." Wesker whimpered softly. "I suppose I should get some more stretchy clothing." He flushed a bit rubbing his belly. "God I look nasty like..." He frowned with discontent at the sight of his tummy sticking out. The male pressed his intercom and instructed his subordinate to take charge.
"You should be proud." Chris quickly answered. He somewhat feared what would happen if Wesker's self-esteem were to plummet again. Still, he had a fond smile on his face as he spoke. "Little Jasmine seems to be doing well, and I'm sure she'll be happy to see you when she's born." It still surprised Chris to picture that the birth was going to occur over the next day or two.
"I am proud... just not comfy..." He replied and rubbed his tummy lovingly and then looked to Chris. "We should head to the chopper. It will ensure our safe travel." Wesker suggested to the other, putting on a comfortable pair of shoes. Several of his body guards waited for him at the copter and helped him and Chris get on before taking off. "Jasmine wants to see her papa too."
Chris paused. The way Wesker had just spoken about the chopper. It reminded him quite fondly of the days back in S.T.A.R.S. when the man had been his captain. How they'd ended up here, he wasn't quite sure. All he knew was that it'd happened and he couldn't wipe the grin from his face if he tried. "She'd better be excited to see me." He started. "You're going under the knife, so I'll probably get to hold her first." His heart swelled at the thought.
Wesker smiled, "A daddy's girl at birth, isn't she lucky?" He laughed a little getting into a nice and comfortable seat at the back of the chopper where he could relax a bit. Both of the pilots and his security guards were all trained to fly in case of any sort of emergency. Jasmine gave a little kick when he mentioned being a daddy's girl, as if she were agreeing with him. "I bet when she gets older, we'll be fighting constantly."
Chris pondered the comment, then burst out laughing, jokingly imitating a voice that was supposed to resemble that of a teenage female. "But why can't Jeremy come over!?" How he came up with a name so quickly, he didn't know. Still, he continued, making fun of Wesker's voice this time. "Because he's human, dear, and you're way out of his league." He shot Wesker a look that clearly proclaimed 'you know I'm right.'
He frowned a little. "Hey... I fell in love with a human..." The blonde pouted, "But I suppose you're slightly right. Then comes the problem, if I force her to date someone who is of her same blood, that would be incest, and that's just nasty." Wesker replied and stretched his arms out above his head. "Nice imitation of me. You'll be buying her ponies and dolls, and her tampons."

"Not for a while." Chris answered, more out of popular belief than anything. Apparently though, this child was different. Chris wasn't sure if she'd continue growing rapidly after birth or not, but it could be next week and he'd be buying her 'feminine products' for her. It kind of made him shudder, but he was sure he'd grow into it.
He kissed the other on the lips as the copter landed at a small clearing near a Babies R Us store. The body guards followed Chris and Wesker off of the chopper and toward the store. Wesker shook his head, "I'll be fine. I have Chris to protect me." He declared and went into the store. He figured that her extreme growth rate would slow down after she was taken from his body, since she wouldn't be feeding directly off of his energy.
Chris shrugged at one of the guards, tapping the belt around his waist, in which a knife was hidden. If anyone actually tried to harm Wesker (which oddly enough, Chris doubted), Chris would be right there to show them what for. He'd been in plenty of situations in which he'd had to employ the use of said knife. He was sure he could handle this one with ease.
He looked around and became enthralled at the sight of frilly pink baby clothes. This was definitely not the same old Wesker who only had sights on dominating the world... "Get me a basket please Chris?" He asked softly and began to look through all the little one piece sleeping outfits. He picked up a few that he thought would fit her. "There we go... Chris... should we choose beds and bibs now?" Chris was a man. A very manly man. But still, he couldn't stop himself from looking through all the clothes for little Jasmine. He picked out a few onesies and outfits for her as well, then headed off to look at the different cribs. "Yeah, pick her out some bibs. I wanna find a good crib for her." Believe it or not, there were several different colored ones. They were shaped differently, even. He ended up picking out the brightest one with the waviest frame and even a little machine that played lullabies to put her to sleep at night.
He nodded and looked over the little bibs and bottles. Wesker chose a few with little sayings such as "I love my mommy" and "I love my daddy" because he just thought they were adorable. When he had found enough, he went to Chris and smiled with delight at the sight of the crib he had selected. "It's really pretty Chris..." Wesker smiled and rested his hand on his shoulder.
"I thought so too..." Chris agreed with a smile. He glanced at the cart, which was now filled with clothing, bibs, and bottles. He managed to fit the box the crib was in in the bottom portion of the crib, then rested his hands on his hips. "Toys, diapers, wipes, and maybe baby formula, and that's it right?" He thought aloud.
"Toys... I was thinking possibly one of those little mobiles..." He said, pointing to a rather cute Hello Kitty one. "And we need sheets for the crib too..." Wesker began to grab matching Hello Kitty things to go with the mobile, more than willing to pay the extra money for the name brand. He just collected a random assortment of Hello Kitty baby rattles, baby car keys... Then Wesker chose a few containers of Infamel for the little girl since he wouldn't be able to accommodate her with breast milk. Lastly, he pulled a couple of packages of disposable new born diapers off of the shelf. "Think that's it..." He smiled and kissed his lover.
Chris watched in mild surprise and amusement as Wesker busied himself with picking out the rest of the supplies for baby Jasmine. He figured if they didn't grab enough today, they could on another. And maybe Chris was just being a dad here, but he wanted the clerk lady to fawn over his beautiful baby girl when she was born. Yeah. He was going to have to talk Wesker into coming back here. He grinned and returned the kiss, then motioned for him to follow. "Let's go, then. I still have to put that crib together."
Wesker couldn't help but smile, "Can you smoke one so I can have a taste?" He grinned at the other after he swiped his card. They spent over five hundred dollars on all of the items for the little girl they were expecting. The blonde haired male was more than willing to come back if Chris wanted to. It wasn't like they were never shopping there again. Jasmine would grow and need new clothing and Babies R Us had a very nice selection from new born to the toddler years. "I just hope you can manage to get it together." He chuckled and took the other's hand, leading him back to the chopper with the buggy full of baby items. His guards and the pilot helped Chris load the things inside since Wesker was told by his doctor to avoid heavy lifting.
They had poured out a great deal of money, that was for sure. But Wesker didn't seem to mind. In fact, he seemed as pleased by his choices as Chris was. As he lit up another smoke, he turned to his lover and questioned, "Which should she wear first? I'm thinking Hello Kitty." As he helped load the items in the chopper, Chris continued on his cigarette. Once they'd finished, he thanked the guards and pilot, then helped Wesker into the chopper, giving him a long, lingering kiss after doing so. He'd been needing it, that was for sure. He put the cigarette out and leaned against the chair after doing so.
Wesker was incredibly happy to be seated again. All of the extra weight from the baby was making his feet ache. "My feet hurt..." He whispered softly and pulled off his shoes, letting himself feel more comfortable. His lips mashed with Chris's passionately after he finished his cigarette. "What a wonderful taste..." He complimented the other and wrapped his arms around him, resting his head on the other's chest. "Hello Kitty sounds fine..." He replied, "Fuck... I forgot to get a baby book..." He looked down at the floor sadly. "I suppose we could write down all of the information in a journal and transfer it afterwards, but I figure that I won't be able to get out of the bed." Wesker frowned, "I'm going to have another huge, ugly scar on my torso..." With all of the scars that he had, he looked like a war veteran. In a way he was from all of the fights he had been in with Chris, but other than that he hadn't really been too deep into combat. It was Tyrant and his own fault that his chest was so decorated with disfiguring scars.
"True." Chris agreed, though his expression was soft and comforting as he held his lover close. "But this one was well-earned, don't you think?" Chris sure thought so. After all, this baby had softened Wesker up unlike anything he'd seen before. Even before this, Wesker had been willing to risk everything to have his way. In a way, Jasmine was a blessing to them. "I still think you're adorable regardless." Chris said, then gave the other a soft kiss on the forehead.
"I suppose..." He smiled, "As long as you think I'm still sexy." Wesker grinned and held the other's hand on his belly. His free hand lifted up to caress the other's five o' clock shadow. "That's hot..." He smirked and licked the other's lips. "My soldier..." Even though Wesker once commanded the other, he still liked thinking of him as the one keeping him safe.
"Oh, the irony." Chris spoke his former captain's thoughts aloud. Once, he'd been following Wesker's every order, going on missions at his command(And succeeding flawlessly, much to Wesker's skill). Now, Wesker turned to him for protection and guidance. The tables had turned, that was for sure. Chris snuggled a bit closer to his lover, awaiting the end of the helicopter ride. He was looking forward to putting that crib together.
"I know right?" He rolled his eyes when the other teased him about the irony of the situation. Wesker still wanted his control over the world, but he didn't want to do it alone anymore, hence why he kept his lover so close to his side. The 'captor landed and Wesker got of carefully, holding a few small bags in his hands. These bags were taken from him by his guards and hauled back to his room. Wesker frowned at this and waited for Chris to come with him.
Chris followed the guards out, crib box in hand, and dropped out of the chopper, giving Wesker a look. He panted slightly from carrying the big box, but he'd carried heavier, so he didn't let it bother him much. "Shall we go?" He questioned, giving Wesker a wink, then starting off toward the room so that he could work on the crib. He was excited to see what it would look like completed.
Wesker smiled and followed the other to his room. "Yeah. The crib will be cute if you put it together well." He took the other's hand lovingly and led him back to their room. There was more than enough room for both of them and the crib. "We might need to get the baby a new room though... I don't think I can keep myself quiet during sex." He chuckled brightly.
"That might not be such a bad idea." Chris said with his own laugh as he placed the box on the ground and started opening it, pulling out the various odds and ends that lay within it. It could've been noticed by one that Chris tossed the book labeled "Instruction manual" aside and started looking over the pieces. "Alright." He said, lighting up a cigarette and sticking it in his mouth as he got to work. "I think this goes here." Obviously, 'that' didn't go 'there,' but Chris sure thought so.
Wesker sat on the bed and held the instruction manual in his hands, waiting for the other to give up in the inevitable frustration. It was a definite thing with Chris. Whenever there was something that he couldn't handle, he tossed it to the side angrily. While Chris smoked, Wesker came over and stole a kiss to get his much needed nicotine fix and relaxed.
Chris laughed, turning and returning the kiss from Wesker. "Stop shooting up while I'm working, dammit." He joked, hinting toward the nicotine fix that it seemed Wesker needed. He took another puff on the cigarette, then continued his work. He wasn't getting anywhere with it, and a few minutes later, he stood up and headed toward the balcony. "I'll be back. I gotta take a break." It was obvious by the fact that he lit up another cigarette right after finishing his first that he was having a hard time with the crib.
While Chris was outside taking a well needed smoke break, Wesker was busily putting together the crib for their baby. He used the instruction manual to get most of it assembled before Chris returned to the room. "Babbbyyy..." He called out close to having the last piece put into place. "It's almost done."
Chris was nearly finished with his second cigarette in a row when he heard the other's voice calling to him. He entered the room and his jaw dropped. "You did that in, like, ten minutes." He said in a surprised voice, especially given that he couldn't put two pieces together in ten minutes. He crossed his arms. "Beginner's luck.
"Okay, whatever you say love." He smiled and pulled him close. "You know that you have to go outside to smoke." Wesker explained to the other lovingly with a grin. "You'll do better next time I'm sure." He replied happily. "There will be more times for you to put toys for the baby together."
"I'd have gotten it after I smoked..." Chris pressed on, but still held the other close. He eventually brushed his frustration at the crib off in favor of decorating the small mattress with its new sheets and setting it into the newly put-together crib. "Shit." Chris grumbled. "I wish Jasmine would be born already." He continued, taking a seat on the bed. He was excited about her being born, but truth was, those cigarette kisses had left him really turned on.
"Sure baby..." He replied and held himself closer to the other. "So how do you think this will affect our sex life?" Wesker was of course, relating to who was on top and who was on bottom. Wesker didn't really mind either way. "She'll be here tomorrow." He smiled and nuzzled the other lovingly. "You'll be able to be with me in the biblical sense tomorrow."
"It probably won't make a difference." Chris shrugged, then leaned over to pinch his lover's cheek. "Even mommies top sometimes." He stuck his tongue out, then flopped backward onto the bed, stretching out. He couldn't wait to see his little baby girl in the morning. But gawd, if she had Wesker's powers, she was probably going to be a handful. Those bright eyes would suit her well, though.

“But what if I don't want to be on top anymore?” He frowned and looked at the other, mostly kidding. Wesker did enjoy the occasional dominance over his Redfield.

"He'd better." Chris nuzzled back. "Daddy likes it rough." He tried to keep silent about it, but anything in general that Wesker did to him was arousing anymore. He was thirty seconds away from going to the restroom and taking care of business so he could focus on cuddling with his lover. He went so far as to cross his legs to hide it.
His hand clasped over his lover's crotch, purring softly as he cupped the prize in his palm. “Someone's horny.” He commented and leaned over to kiss along the side of Chris's neck Gently. “Am I right?”
Chris sighed at the feeling, his hips instinctively pushing forward into Wesker's hand. "What about you?" He questioned with a pout. "How have you survived this without getting all turned-on?" It was hard to say anything after that, because the strokes felt so good on his groin, so he didn't say anymore. Merely awaited his lover's response. Because, seriously, how did he do it!?
“I wank, duh...” He rolled his eyes. “I mean, just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean that I don't get horny...” Wesker continued to tease the other's long, thick shaft through Chris's camos. “I think I would explode cum if I didn't get to masturbate...” The blonde male simply laughed at the thought of himself blowing up and leaving everything that remained in a thick, creamy sheet of white.
Chris groaned, pretty much unable to speak in response to the other's comments. He could picture the blonde stroking himself, little beads of sweat forming at his forehead, that look of pure satiation on his face. It was enough to finish him off right then and there. He grinned, then reached down and seized the other's groin through his pants. He was already pretty close, but he wasn't the only one getting off here, he'd decided.
Wesker let out a cute little moan as he felt the other male grasp his cock in his hand. “Oh Chris...” He whispered softly and arched upward into the other's hand. “More...?” He pled with him, rubbing the little bit of pre-cum over the tip of his member.
"Feels better than doin' it yourself, doesn't it?" Chris spoke aloud, his words repeating his thoughts. When Wesker's hand closed over his own length, he had to resist the urge to groan loudly, and instead let out a pleasured little whimper, his hand slipping into the other's pants to return the favor, thumb running slowly over the slit of the other's length.
"That's nice..." He whispered and arched himself up off of the mattress, pushing himself into Chris's hand. That big pregnant belly was a bit of a pain though. Jasmine kicked and moved when Wesker was feeling the most amount of pleasure he was feeling. "Baby might come sooner if you keep pleasing me like that."
Chris grinned when Wesker made that comment. "Don't say that or I'll go faster." He chuckled at his own comment, then continued his movements, his own hips arching up into his lover's hands. He groaned at the feeling, his stomach tightening as he finally released, spilling his hot seed right into the other's hand. Still, he did not stop his assault on the other, hand moving a bit faster along the swelling length.
He whimpered and shifted his hips upward, enjoying the other's teasing hand on his cock. "More..." He pled, beginning to rock his hips to feel the more rough hand on his flesh. It felt simply divine to be touched again by Chris, even though it had only been two days since the last time they got to fuck.
But, boy...that two days seemed like years. Of course, the fact that the baby was growing so quickly might've aided in creating that illusion. Still, Chris continued his assault on the blonde before him. He sped up a bit, his grip a bit firmer. He could feel that cock swelling underneath his fingers, and had he not already came, that would've been enough to.
He came with the other's last set of pumps. "That was amazing..." He whispered, falling asleep on the mattress. "Suppose we should get some rest... baby's supposed to be here tomorrow..." His lips met with the other's, the taste of those smooths on his lips. Wesker was tired from the little helping hands session.
Chris stayed awake a bit longer afterward, his other hand running through the blonde hair of his sleeping lover. He kissed him on the forehead, then closed his own eyes, drifting off to sleep. Soon...very soon...Little Jasmine would come to see them. Chris almost couldn't wait.
-Ch. 4 End-