Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ Resident Evil Blood ❯ Chapter 5 – Conception ( Chapter 5 )

Yoh! Disclaimer: I don’t own nothing’. Except an over active imagination and a will to rather write this than do homework. Resident Evil and it’s many AWESOME characters are all property of Capcom and I am simply borrowing their likeness because their likeness is super sexy smoking’ hot. Especially together.

Resident Evil Blood

Chapter 5 – Conception

I have to… To be careful...

Somewhere in Paris. Five years after Raccoon City.


Bad situation, under these circumstances, was a veritable joke. Bad situation was a blessing compared to the current state of events. Bad situation was a huge and terrible understatement. Bad situation was what Chris Redfield thought he was in.


He had no idea just how bad a bad situation could get.


Wesker planned for everything in life. And then he double planned. And then he triple planned. There was nothing in life that he did not have a course of action for already pre-plotted and designed. It was what kept him one step ahead of the game. Always. It’s how he lived. Mind you, not that he wasn’t above improvising. In fact, he was a master at it. Regardless of the twist of events, he seemingly always had a back-up plan ready to go. Nothing removed him from the game or caught him unaware. Northing could shake his carefully planned out schemes.

Chris having shown up at exactly the right time on the right day that Wesker had just so coincidentally decided to retrieve data from at an abandoned Umbrella research facility was anything but coincidence.

Wesker made coincidence.

It was no secret that Wesker swore painful death onto Chris. It was only a matter of time really. Wesker kept tabs on all of the BSAA movements. Especially those involving the famous Chris Redfield. He knew everything about Chris. Or so he thought.

The plan had been carefully drawn out. The A-1 unit had arrived on location. Wesker had manipulated their entire mission from the very beginning. Chris thought that he had gotten lost. Wesker had manipulated his path. At every step of the way, he had purposefully separated and controlled Chris’ travels through the entire building, including those of his fellow A-1 unit members. Even the radio interference that Chris’ walkie-talkie was receiving had been nothing more than icing on the cake all orchestrated by Wesker.

Everything had been planned out. Everything was perfect. Everything, except one thing: Chris Redfield himself.

He, and only he, seemed to be the only man capable of spinning Wesker off his intended course. Not surprisingly though. That was the very reason why Wesker hated him so much. Chris seemed to be the only unknown factor that Wesker could never account for; could never control. Chris was the glitch in the machine. He was the bug in an otherwise perfect plan.

It never failed.

Chris just always seemed capable of making Wesker veer off path. In this case, it bought the brunette time. It also, unfortunately, bought him a fate worse than death.

The plan had been simple. And it had been brilliantly executed; the expected results far exceeding their intended original goal. Step one: separate Chris from his team. Done. Step two: lure him into the lion’s den. Done. Step three: kill Chris Redfield. It was always at this specific point in the plans that things always went, for lack of a better word, wrong.

And this time was no different.

Wesker had Chris in his grasp. He had him pinned against the wall. He could feel the other man’s vertebra slowly giving in against the pressure; his windpipe practically being crushed and his mind reeling from lack of oxygen. The sight of his twitching body gave Wesker chills of pleasure and the act was pronounced even more wonderful at Chris’ useless, although amusing, resistance. Killing Chris was not only going according to plan, it was pure ecstasy in and of itself.

And then it happened. Again. Chris changed Wesker’s plans. Although, even Wesker had to admit, he never could have predicted or planned for something like what happened.

Chris got an erection. Right there, in the middle of being killed, bam - a stiffy. Even Wesker, who had thought of every conceivable possibility and prepared for it, was startled and taken back by the sheer ridiculousness. It was explainable and accountable. Rare, but not unheard of, the so called death erection. He shook his head and laughed internally.

Deus ex machina, I swear, every time!

And to make matters worse, or better, depending on how you saw it, it seemed Wesker had unintentionally discovered a little hidden secret about the former STARS member in the process through keen insight and brazen taunting. "Chris...Are you homosexual?"

"N- No!" The absolute terror on Chris’ face made Wesker grin. Plus, it seemed he might have paralyzed the man, so at the moment, Wesker was just feeling wonderfully smug. Chris’ insecurity and his obvious fear was simply TOO good of an opportunity to pass up. In the original carefully conceived plan, Wesker was supposed to kill Chris and not let anything interfere. But… He simply could not resist taking advantage of the situation. "Ah!" Chris cried out. "Don't touch me!" he barked as he tried to pull his leg back.

"Just checking the status of your condition, Redfield."

"I don't have a condition!" Chris rebutted. "Get the hell away from me! You freak!"

And that was the line that did it. Those where the words that set in motion the chain of events that would ultimately lead to the current present.

"Freak..?" he quietly repeated. "Strange. Last time I checked," Wesker snidely remarked. "I wasn't the one with a mounting erection for the man who just tried to kill me."

"It's not for you-" Chris cut in stopping too late, realizing he had been baited.

"Oh?" Wesker mocked. "Not for me? Chris, I'm hurt. Who is it for then? Who should I be jealous of?" the man continued mocking as he laughed. "Who, so far more above me, could possibly be preoccupying your mind at a time, place, and situation like this?" At every word, Wesker’s mind raced. He was busy re-drafting his plan, fixing and adjusting; adding the new data and finally conceiving arguably the worse fate that could ever befall another man, or any person for that matter. "Who, or what, on Earth, could you possibly find that much more interestingly arousing that you'd vagrantly display - this?"

"Ah!" Chris gasped in pure shock as his eyes shot wide open. Wesker had roughly grabbed him between the legs.

"Tell me Chris," Wesker spit in seething laughter as his fist tightened; his thoughts reeling at what he planned to do next. "Who is it that inhabits your mind now, hm?"

The look of frantic fear that raced through Chris’ eyes made Wesker solidify his next course of action. He bit his lip in anticipation and felt his own heartbeat surge at the giddy realization of his own deviant plans. "Chris..." Wesker licked his lips, precarious thoughts of torture flickering through his mind. "When I'm through with you..." he towered over Chris Redfield. "You won't know what to think."

Wesker dropped on top of Chris, pushing him completely to the ground. Without warning, he sealed his lips onto Chris; driving his tongue into the BSAA member’s mouth, sucking the other man’s tongue out and into his own mouth and then proceeded to, for all intents and purposes, rape Chris’ mouth with his tongue.

Needless to say, it was a mind fvck for Chris. His entire body froze. Before he could even mentally process what was happening, Wesker had already ripped his shirt in two. It was a painful jolt when Wesker licked and bit his left nipple that snapped him back into reality. “WHAT THE FVCK!!!” he suddenly screamed.

Wesker laughed at Chris’ delayed reaction. He laughed even more at the other man’s futile attempts at trying to fight his way back up off the floor. It was rather pitiful. The damage to his spine and nervous system was obvious. That or he’s just terribly disoriented from the trama. Or Shock. Or both. Regardless, the blond tyrant easily pinned each arm on either side of Chris’ head and simply felt the weaker man struggle uselessly beneath his own stronger body. A surge of power exploded through Wesker. He liked this; feeling Chris squirm beneath himself with fear and confusion; with tearing eyes and trembling lips. It was by far a thousand times more enjoyable than any quick kill could have been.

Wesker made up his mind to prolong the torture as absolutely long as possible. He sneered at the thoughts that next ran through his mind.

“Let me go, you sick bast-amph!” Before Chris could even finish his sentence, Wesker had preoccupied his mouth once more. He felt the other man trying desperately to close his own jaws or to at least bite him. Wesker chuckled into Chris’ mouth in amusement though as Chris soon found out that Wesker’s lips could easily pry an iron door open if he so felt like it. Resistant flesh and bone were next to utterly useless by comparison.

Chris felt a mounting panic at this realization. Wesker was FAR stronger and quicker than he was, and above all else - there was nothing he could do to stop him. He couldn’t so much as budge his wrists a single centimeter and Wesker was literally sucking the breath right out of his lungs. He couldn’t breath. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t move. His mind was full of raging screams and he couldn’t even so much as vocalize them. And to make matters worse, he could now feel Wesker’s body, which had been previously held just a few inches above his own, finally descend on him; the weight painfully supplanting any movement of his limbs.

If fear hadn’t already filled his mind and body, it now saturated it. A deep pit of overwhelming despondent panic sweep through his veins and overflowed from his lips as his muffled scream, finally dislodged Wesker’s mouth. “Stop it! Oh god! What’re you doing?!” Chris yelled in both outrage and obvious fear. “Get off me!!”

Wesker laughed maniacally. His overzealous amusement sent only more shivers of absolute terror into Chris’ skin like icicle daggers. He roughly grinded into Chris’ hips, adoring the cry of pain and shock that burst forth from Chris’ lungs. “Ahh!! God damned bastard! I’m going to kill you!” Chris suddenly shouted without thinking.

“Oh!” Wesker actually raised an eyebrow at the reaction. Too amusing! “Really?!” he sat up, placing his knees on either side of Chris, straddling the other man’s thighs’ just below the waist. “Please,” he grinned and forcibly brought both of Chris’s wrists together over his chest. “Do elaborate.”

“Fvck you! God damn psyco!” Chris blurted. He wasn’t really thinking rationally anymore. It was a natural reaction; a sort of defense mechanism. The logical part of his mind couldn’t really cope with the current given situation and so it had succumbed to the illogical part instead, which unfortunately for him, also came fully equipped with quite an arsenal of filthy words and empty threats. “You’re insane!! What the fvck is wrong with you!?! Get the hell off me! Fvcking pervert!” And he continued. “Fvcking bull shit!! I’ll fvckin-!“

“Hmm,” Wesker pursed his lips together and frowned. He wasn’t particularly fond of Chris’ vulgar outspokenness. He griped into the other mans wrist and effortlessly pushed down with his thumb until an audible pop sent Chris into a sudden quick silence. The brunettes’ face drained of color abruptly and he tossed his head back as he screamed; his chest rising from the pain. Wesker let go knowing the wrist was now useless to Chris.

“Agh! You broke- God!! God!! Ahhhhgh!”

“Stop being so melodramatic Chris,” Wesker chastised. “If you’re going to get upset over a triviality like a broken wrist,” he laughed with a tinge of dark tidings, “ then I can’t even imagine what you’ll be like when I actually get to the good stuff… Ha hah hahaha!”

Indeed, Chris stopped screaming. He held his arm at his side. It hurt beyond imagining. It brought tears to his eyes in fact, but there was no way to comfort or lessen the pain. Wesker still clutched his other wrist in his grasp and the rest of his perhaps partially paralyzed body was trapped underneath the monster. Chris took a deep breath and let it out very slowly. In all honesty, things did not look good. Things did not look good at all. Things did not look even remotely or even possibly slightly good.

He closed his eyes as he felt Wesker’s gloved fingers slide down the side of his face and stop over his neck, then continue running the length of his collar bone, letting them slip past the collar of his torn shirt… “Let’s play a game Chris.”

“Stop,” He knew he was fvcked. He knew begging was useless, but still, “Don’t do this. Please don’t do thi- Ah!” Wesker ripped away the remaining shreds of what was left of his shirt suddenly exposing his bare chest to the cold nylon webbing of his gear. The plastic buckles snapped apart easily, but still remained conspicuously in place. Chris closed his eyes again as he felt Wesker’s hands touch his bare chest; leather tracing paths around his well defined muscles.

“Hmm?” Chris heard Wesker mutter as he opened his eyes. “So quiet all of a sudden?” The blond slowly began to pull the military gear back too, leaving Chris without any cover. “If I’d known that undressing you was the answer to that loud mouth of yours, I’d have done this ages ago.”

“Fvck you.”

Wesker quickly drew his hand to Chris’ throat and squeezed at the other man’s already sore wind pipe as he pulled in close; his low seductive breath barely audible. “If you insist.” A dispelling cold chill ran down Chris’ spine at the sound of Wesker’s ominous whisper.

Just as quickly, Wesker let go of him. Chris labored to draw in air again while coughing through his damaged wind pipe. Wesker, in the meantime, moved both his hands down to rip the brunette’s pants apart. Brass snap buttons went flying across the room landing with a sharp clink against something in the darkness. The zipper remained closed, but the fabric itself tore easily apart completely exposing white boxers underneath.

“NO!” The BSAA member immediately reacted, instinctively sitting up and moving both his arms to try and dislodge Wesker. Of course, one of them being damaged and all, ended up just causing a lot of pain. “Argh!”

“Oh, so you’re not paralyzed,” Wesker smirked as he saw Chris choke on his own breath from the absolute pain of having jerked his broken wrist so quickly. “Good. This will make the game far more interesting.”

Tears threatened to over flowed Chris’s eyes as he shook his head in an effort to clear his mind. Again, that resulted in a bad idea and further antagonized his already deplorable headache. “Fvcking bastard! This isn’t a game!!”

“Wrong, Chris. Life IS a game. And we’re playing with yours right now.” Wesker let out a dementedly gleeful laugh. “Isn’t it fun!”

“Fvcking freak!” The BSAA member was rewarded with a back handed slap across the face. It sent him reeling to his side against the cold tile floor. For a second all he could do was focus on the edged sting of metallic liquid flowing into his mouth. His face burned with a drilling throb he knew would only grow in intensity. He coughed, letting the blood drip from his lips as he turned back to defiantly glare at the mad man inflicting this pain.

Wesker feigned a disappointed sigh. “Ah, that’s right,” he closed his eyes and shook his head while bringing his fingertips to his forehead. “How careless of me. I haven’t told you the rules of the game yet.”

“I’m not playing you’re fvcking gam-!“ Chris was sent to kiss the tile floor again as Wesker back handed him once more.

“Rule number one,” Wesker smirked. “No talking back.”

“Ackh..” Chris hacked a wad of blood from his throat. He had to admit, as much as he didn’t want to, his face hurt - a crap load – and he couldn’t take many more blows like that. He could feel the blood flowing from his nose too. It landed in a dripping pool on the faux marble tiles next to his face. As aggravating as it was, he held his tongue. It wouldn’t do him any good to get his brains bashed in before he could figure a way out of this.

I have to bide my time until I see an opening… At least I know I’m not completely paralyzed.

It was a fear that Chris hadn’t even had time to explore. More pressing fears were currently in priority. He knew he could sit, but he wondered if he could still stand. At least feeling had partially returned to his legs and with it also returned a small hope of still possibly getting out of this alive.

“Good,” Wesker smugly chucked as he observed Chris not verbally responding. “You’re learning. Rule number two-“ Wesker abruptly grabbed Chris by the face with his black leathered glove and roughly pulled him up. “You’ll do exactly as I say.” Wesker grinned and he slowly pulled his shades down revealing those monstrous fire emblazoned slit eyes. No matter how prepared Chris thought he could make himself, those demon eyes always stripped him of all sense of reality.

“And rule three,” Wesker let out in a husky, slow gloating voice that pierced through the other man’s defenses like penetrating steel spikes. “You will die.”








******************* ********** Author Time! *****************************
So annoying that school got in the way of me updating ( lies, it was RE5, but don’t worry, that got in the way of school too, heh, heh). Oh man… I’m like watching the cut scenes in RE5 and I’m like… “They SO want each other.” And my brother’s like, “Wha?” And I’m like, “You heard me.” Yeah, it’s awesome. Really, it is. If you don’t own the game go buy it. If you can’t buy it, go watch it on you tube. If you can’t do that either, my condolences go out to you. But seriously, the man is just Smexy. (Just pretend the ending never happens!)

Anyways, R/R please and let me know what you think so far! R/Ring makes me want to update more often, so dooo iiiiit!

Rabidminimoose
Thank you! I’m glad you enjoy the fic so far. Trust me, the smexyness is just getting started.

Wesker is y far, my all time favorite character of all time. So, when I first found out you-know-what happens to him at the end of RE5, I was so upset. For like a week straight I couldn’t do anything! I didn’t even go to school that week. I almost crashed twice that day when I was on the road. It was at that point I suddenly realized, I have a perhaps “slightly” obsessive, um, obsession with Wesker. Just a little. ( HUGE understatement!)

But then, that’s probably why I’m writing this fic, right. Heh. Honestly, I thought that there would be lots of other WeskerXChris fics, but… I think I’m the only one of MM. Weird.

RE5 would be the best game EVA’ if only Wesker HADN’T you-know-what at the end of the game. Don’t worry though, I talked to Ken Lally (Wesker’s voice actor) the weekend it was released (yeah, you heard me. Even got him to sign my game copy – AWESOME!) and he said Wesker isn’t dead. I think he was just messing with me, but I’m going to choose to believe him. For my own sanities’ sake.

Anyways, thanks for the RR! I love your name by the way!