Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ Resident Evil Blood ❯ Chapter 9 Detriment ( Chapter 9 )

Yoh! Disclaimer: I don’t own nothing’, except a bowl of goat brains for zombie seasoning, mhMmm!... Resident Evil and it’s many AWESOME characters are all property of Capcom and I am simply borrowing their likeness to give a deeper understanding of what SHOULD have happened in RE5: WeskerXChris, that’s what!
Also, this chapter’s cliffhanger is dedicated to BlueShark! Enjoy!
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Resident Evil Blood

Chapter 9 – Detriment

Unknown Location… Five years after Raccoon City.

“So you can go fuck yourself,” Chris valiantly declared. Sure, now that he thought about it, that probably hadn’t been the smartest thing to say, especially when it was all bravado without a single ounce of bite to back it up, and sure, saying that to Wesker was like begging to be one upped in a, no doubt, terribly insidious way full of malice and a world of hurt, and sure, as if the above mentioned wasn’t bad enough, it really probably wasn’t a good thing to say when he currently had Wesker on top of his body - his naked body - pinning him down on some filthy desolate warehouse floor, but even then, Chris couldn’t have fathomed Wesker’s reply.

The blond paused a moment, as if contemplating his next course of action. His eyes never once left Chris. A sinister smirk slowly spread across his face like an infectious disease. “No, I’d much rather fuck you.”

Chris honestly couldn’t really think of a response to that. Sure, he knew Wesker wanted to kill him. And he knew the man was taking his dear sweet time doing it, savoring every last bit of inflicted pain and all that, but none the less, Wesker was still killing him regardless - and doing a pretty damned good job at it so far.

Every part of his body was currently screaming out pain in several colorful words, or had a sign out on the front window saying “out for repair.” It was no secret that things did not look good. As it was, Chris had trouble sucking in air from the stabbing pain in his side from what he was sure were cracked ribs. He also couldn’t bring himself to move his legs or arms, but he had no idea if it was the lingering effects of the sedative Wesker had given him, just muscle pain from the nasty bruises that marred his body from head to toe, or if something else might have broken during the small, but effective, beat down Wesker had just performed on his ass.

“Nothing to say?” Chris heard Wesker ask almost surprised. “You were so full of fight just a second ago.”

Chris stuttered out some incoherent babble, but stopped to try and clear his head. It wasn’t that he didn’t not want to continue the loosing verbal battle of wits, but he simply couldn’t. His mind was starting to fade. The dark building and Wesker’s shadowy figure were already blurring together and his vision was snapping back and forth as if unable to stay focused. “Go to hell,” was all he managed to stutter out.

“Care to ride shotgun?” Wesker chuckled at the obviously disabled man beneath himself. He moved forwards, which made Chris cry out in pain as his weight shifted onto the other man’s waist. “Chris..?” the blond chided as if annoyed. “Don’t tell me you broke your ribs again.”

Chris, though, was only halfway paying attention. It was awkward having Wesker straddling him, especially since he was naked - a small but nagging detail - but one that was the least of his worries at the immediate moment. Frankly, the pain was starting to be too much of a distraction. It was stemming from every area of his body and he now seriously wondered just how badly he had been injured. It felt different than his usual trauma, and yes, he had seen his fair share of life threatening trauma, but this was different. It was colder. He suddenly wondered if he was dying from having had those drum barrels fall on top of him (plus all the previous damage Wesker had been putting him through). The adrenaline or shock or whatever had probably smothered most of the initial damage from registering, but now it was pretty obvious. This felt serious. And in a scary way he’d never felt before. Had he finally reached his limit?

Shit.

“Chris?” Wesker called his name again. He wasn’t getting a response from the brunette. “Chris?” Wesker moved his hands and harshly jabbed into the other’s side.

“Argh!” Chris snapped back and began coughing. The man wasn’t surprised when he felt and tasted copper on his lips. That sadly had been a flavor he’d become acquainted with far too often these last few days. “Bastard…” he continued to cough softly as he did his best to take in air and keep from choking on his own blood pooling in the back of his throat.

He distinctly heard Wesker toss out an exaggerated sigh. “Chris! How do you expect me to kill you if you keep trying to die on me? Have a little consideration, please.” Wesker harshly got up off of the prone man, eliciting a painful yelp. He moved out of Chris’ sight, leaving him to suffer alone lying discarded on the cold concrete floor.

Chris didn’t bother wondering were Wesker had gone off to. If the past few days had been any indication of what was coming next, he already knew. At least that meant he wouldn’t die any time soon. Not a few minutes later, his suspicions were confirmed when he felt the mind boggling lighting bolts of absolute pain sting his skin and quickly spread, infiltrating every cell of his body restoring his health. “Aghhhhh!!! Gah, ahhhhh!!!!”

“Honestly, you think you’d be used to this by now,” Wesker chimed in as he tossed the now empty first aide spray carelessly to his side, and simply reveled in watching Chris doubled up in pain.

The first aide sprays were a marvel of medical engineering, Wesker knew. Of course he knew. He had helped develop them in the Umbrella medical facilities. Little did Chris know thought that the original use for the first aide spray was to serve as an implement of torture. The medical concoction healed even serious wounds, but had a nasty side effect of inflicting serious pain as a result - which served as a wonderful double whammy in interrogations and other such situations where immediate death from severe beatings were not an intended result. A commercially marketable version of the first aide spray was later developed in which its terrible bite had been removed through the addition of temporary nerve dulling anesthetics. The version Wesker was currently employing on Chris had no such humane modifications. Chris, in every cell of his body, currently felt the full brute force of Umbrella’s original miracle torture drug.

The BSAA operative finally felt the deep stinging shock waves begin to subside and slowly fade away. His body spasmed, relaxed and slumped back to the ground as he panted the last bits of fatigue into the air.

He was healed again.

Fuck.

“Better?”

“Fuck.”

“I agree. Shall we take it from the top?”

Fuck.

Wesker chuckled and calmly took his previous position kneeling with one leg on either side of Chris’ hips. As utterly exhausted and physically debilitated as the brunette was, he was still conscious enough to register the alarm bells that shot through his body at the unexpected contact. “What are you doing?” he asked between gasps, still winded from the agonizing experience of the torturous first aide spray.

The blond raised an eyebrow and slightly smirked. “Do I really have to repeat myself, Chris?” He laughed and then leaned down, practically laying on top of the man underneath himself, placing both arms on either side of his head and practically whispering into his ear. “I’m going to fuck you,” he said slowly and clearly. Then, suddenly and without warning, he twisted a hand through brown locks and pulled back making Chris pull up and gasp into Wesker’s crushing kiss.

Chris immediately swung both arms up to push the other man off, but he found it was useless. His lips were utterly bruised into the fierce kiss as Wesker’s tongue entered his mouth and ran across his top row of teeth and then deviled into the inner recesses. Chris fought to keep his mouth closed, but found it futile again as Wesker easily over powered his jaw muscles and dipped inside.

Despite his pressing struggle, Wesker easily pried Chris’ mouth open and raped the weaker man with his tongue. Chris shouted into the smothering kiss while he tried his absolute hardest to knock Wesker off, but nothing worked. He even tried punching the other man in the side, but it simply resulted in Wesker catching his wrists and holding them to his sides as Chris continued to struggle.

Chris could feel Wesker move his tongue down his throat which automatically triggered a gage reflex. Wesker quickly pulled away as Chris heaved and turned to his side while throwing up red gelatinous contents from his stomach. He harshly coughed and heaved again as more blood he had previously swallowed flowed out of his mouth. “Ugh...” he wiped his lips not sure what to be more disgusted by: the coagulated blood that now covered the floor in a disgusting slimy pool - or at Wesker who leaned down and licked the blood off his lips.

At that moment, Chris let out a piercing scream of frustration as he pushed Wesker away, horrified by the feel of wet saliva and blood coating his mouth and chin. He desperately tried to get up, suddenly feeling a surge of adrenaline coursing through his dilapidated limbs. The tyrant simply grimaced and easily pushed Chris back onto his back.

“No!” Chris shouted as he fought to get back up. “I’ll fucking puke on you!” he threatened.

“I’m terrified, I assure you,” Wesker commented nonchalantly as he effortlessly pinned Chris in place with one hand over the other man’s chest.

“Let me go!” the BSAA member continued to struggle. Every part of his body burned with fatigue and agony. Each muscle felt like it had reached its limit, but the prospect of having Wesker’s tongue in his mouth again ‘caused Chris to ignore the strains on his body and react. He couldn’t even bring himself to yet imagine the prospect of Wesker going past a kiss, but he knew better - Wesker did not joke. And Chris felt a terrible surge of fear sweep through his chest and into his fingertips as he fisted his hands and punched Wesker in the face. “I said let me go, you fucking freak!” He went to strike again, but Wesker beat him to the punch with a backhanded slap.

Chris didn’t even get a chance to catch his breath as Wesker again crushed his lips to his. “Mmmph!” He pushed and slammed his fists into Wesker’s side, but it was as effective as it had been previously. In other words, not very. “Mmph! Mmphghh!!!” Instead, he felt Wesker deepen the kiss almost instantaneously, letting his tongue slid over every part of his mouth and over his own tongue that reacted by retreating as far away as it could. Wesker chased it; the kiss, tainted with hate and blood. Chris felt the vile at his throat once more.

The blond purposefully broke the kiss seconds before he forcefully turned the other man’s head to the side, laughing as a steady stream of more dark red and black matter erupted from bruised lips. Chris moaned in agony as his insides clenched and he vomited again. Wesker laughed even more as the other man dry heaved, near tears from the pain that no doubt rocked through his entire frame as nothing would come up anymore. “Finished?” the tyrant taunted as he quickly slipped his tongue into Chris’ mouth once more; the harsh taste of tangy metallic acid still fresh. He could feel the vibrations of the other man’s muffled screams as he sucked Chris’ tongue into his own mouth and bit it. Wesker had to admit - Chris’ desperate cries were turning him on; the smell of blood and fear comingling to garnish slight shivers in his loin that let him know he was very extremely aroused by this. He let the brunette go, now thoroughly satisfied that Chris knew there was nothing he could do to stop him.

“Agh!” Chris trailed off, swallowing more blood again pooling in the back of his throat from the wound in his mouth. “Fuckin‘! God!” His mind was a tempest of conflict as his brain rushed from every angle trying to figure a way out. He screamed in his head (and possibly out loud) as he came up empty handed with each thought.

NOOO!!! I can’t get him off – FUCK!

“Get off me!”

“Hmmm…” Wesker feigned consideration, rolling his eyes up slightly as if thinking about it. “No.”

“Argh!!! Damn psyco! Fucking fag! Get the fuck off-!!! Agh!!!” Chris yelled out in extreme pain and audible fear as Wesker tightened his constrictive grip around Chris’ dick.

“I’m sorry,” Wesker asked distinctively, “What was that?”

Chris bit back tears as he held his words. This was not a good turn of events. At all. Wesker held all of the cards. The hell was Chris supposed to do now? Wesker was not one to take lightly, and as much as Chris wanted to deny it, his situation looked bleak. Beyond bleak actually. It looked damned fucked.

Chris swallowed harshly, still tasting the warm copper in his mouth. Immediately he felt his insides churn with distaste. He had no intention on throwing up again and instead let most of the blood flow carelessly down his chin instead of swallowing it. He held his teeth clamped shut as he became distinctly aware that they had begun to chatter, as well as his whole body tremble. He tried to still himself, but it was made utterly apparent from his shivering that he was afraid. He was utterly fucking terrified.

As well he should be.

Wesker thought to himself. It was a beautiful sight: Chris. The man was muscular and well proportioned. His tone body flexed with every ragged breath and shivered with every passing thought. The gold of his sun-kissed skin marred only by the angry afterimages of dark purple bruises and long forgotten combat scars. And red. Bright, intense red. Smeared in streaks down the man’s torso like demented war paint; the blood seeping from his mouth, running down the sides of his lips, down his chin and throat; flecks of it in his hair and cheeks, running down his arms, like coiled crimson serpents; and down his abdomen, running along the chiseled caverns of his rock hard abs, like little rivers of blood, cascading down between his legs. Wesker let his eyes wander.

Beautiful.

He had to admit. Chris painted one hell of a sweet picture. He simply lay there, on top of Chris, letting his gaze drink in the image of torturous perfection. It was entirely delightful. “I’m going to enjoy this,” he broke the silence between the two. “Though, I very likely doubt you will.”

“Wesker…” Chris finally spoke with an unhidden quiver, his voice on the verge of breaking. “Don’t do this. Please. Don’t do this…”

“Begging, Chris?” Wesker grinned as he loosened and tightened his grip on the other man‘s cock. He could see Chris furrow his eyebrows and fight to keep himself from making a sound. “It suits you. Go on, beg some more.”

“God damn you… Fucking… Psyc-ah! Ah!” Chris clenched his teeth as his eyes squeezed shut. Wesker held his dick in a vice grip.

“You really aren’t that smart are you?” the blond tsked. “And here all this time I was giving you so much more credit. Oh well. Although, I have to admit, there isn’t much you can do or say now is there. You’re quite fucked Chris.”

As if the BSAA member needed reminding. Chris took deep breaths trying to calm himself, but a panic rose from the pit of his stomach to his throat once more as Wesker’s thumb started roughly rubbing the tip of his head. “Don’t!” he cried. “Stop!” Chris tried again to stop Wesker by sitting up and trying to dislodge the blond’s hand from his dick, but Wesker easily swatted his effort away.

“Not how you like it? Then how about this?” Wesker relocated his hand around Chris’s balls, squeezing them both and laughing at the obvious shock and terror that splayed itself on the brunettes face.

“Stop!” Chris shouted, his hands immediately again over Wesker’s in an attempt to make the man cease. “God, stop!”

“Fitting, but flattery will get you nowhere, dear Chris,” Wesker jibbed.

“Please, Wesker, stop this!” Chris practically cried as the man harshly kneaded the other man’s most sensitive area. “Fuck..!” To say it was uncomfortable, would be an understatement. It was painful. “Ah! Ah, ah! Damned it!” he cried as he desperately tried to get Wesker off of himself. “Fuck!” he made to punch the other man in the face, but Wesker caught his fist and retaliated with an elbow jab to the gut. “Gah…” Chris doubled over completely winded and in systemic pain. Breathing had never been so difficult.

Wesker smirked and stood up off the man as he saw him curl in upon himself in a desperate attempt to ease his own breathing. “Oh Chris… If only you knew how much pleasure you’re giving me right now.”

Although it was completely unnecessary, and, in fact, rather painful to speak at all, the BSAA member just had to go and antagonize the tyrant further, “Not surprising, for a fucking freak.”

Wesker actually grinned. He had to admit, although it was annoying, disrespectful and damned aggravating, he both hated and invertly loved this part of Chris; the arrogant, cocky, never-give-up side of him that, in all honesty, he believed was the only reason why that man had managed to survive everything he had thrown at him. Even now, in the ultimate face of defeat and humiliation, his attitude remained the same. Either Chris was just that innately strong willed - or just that stupid.

“Fucking son of a bitch!”

Wesker couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

And the test results point to ‘stupid’.

Wesker walked over towards the slumped over man, grinning even further as the man visibly shrank from his approaching figure. “Chris, where do you get your courage from?” he asked shaking his head and chuckling to himself. Then kicked Chris square in the kidney.

“Argh!” the ex-STARS operative cried as tears formed in the corners of his eyes. His lungs burned as his stomach clenched and refused to let any air in. “Ahhh… Ah…” Chris rolled onto his side and turned his face away from the monster, not wanting to give him any more “pleasure” at the sight of his discomfort. Without meaning to or caring, his fore head rolled into the rank shallow pool of coagulated blood that coated his hair in dark black crimson. Every cell in his mangled body screamed and radiated hurt.

I can’t… Breath… Fuck… I can’t… I.. Ugh… I.. Wha-..? Damn! I can’t- Agh!

Honestly, Chris didn’t know how much more of this he could take. The last few days had already merged into one horrendous long nightmare of sadistic torture. His mind could hardly remember anything from before as it was so constantly assaulted and preoccupied with the ever present threat of pain and death.

Thinking rationally, or clearly for that matter, was now a luxury no longer afforded to him.

Chris didn’t even notice when Wesker rolled him onto his stomach, or feel when the other man’s hands glided down his ass and spread his legs. He didn’t notice as Wesker leaned down over him and pressed himself on top. He didn’t notice when Wesker undid his belt...

But he sure as hell noticed what came next.







***************************** Author Time! *****************************

Yoh!

Oh, no, Chriiiiiis!!! Ack! And you thought I couldn’t write a worst cliffhanger than last chapter – YOU WERE WRONG!!! I’m going to have to pre-apologize for next chapter… It’s just… So… Well, the chapter’s title is ‘Rape’. And it is very aptly named. If you are a Chris fangirl… You’ll probably hate me after chapter 10. Yeah… Alot.

Sorry for the month long hiatus there. I suddenly got super busy and well, yeah. I hate not updating so I assure you I’ll try not to do it again *crosses fingers*. Anyways, yeah, I had super epic fun at Otakon! Can’t wait to go again next year! Did you know they have the largest RE cosplay group meet up of all US cons?! Neither did I! Holy crap, imagine my surprise when I showed up and there were like…6 Weskers! One from each RE game - Oh my gods! It was amazing!!! Argh! I feel like a moron for not having taken my camera, ahh!!! Oh, well…. There’s always next year.

While I was there, I was dressed up as a RPD zombie officer. This guy asked me if he could film me attacking and getting shot up by this amazing group of UBC cosplayers - Oh! It was awesome!!! The awesomeness! It was too much!!!

Apparently, they’re filming this RE movie (fan made and actually based on the games) in Baltimore! I know, right! Freakin’ sweet! I got the guy’s card with the website and all, but… *weeps* It got washed in my pants! Awww!! Well… I’ll eventually find it online. *sigh* On Sat. I dressed up as the Merchant. You can not imagine the amount of epic fun! Oh! Such fun!

To see more of my cosplays (although… I really need to update my website, heh heh), please check DigitalDimensionCosplay(dot)com. I’ve got like twenty RE cosplays made, but I haven’t uploaded many of them to the site, sorry! I’ll do it eventually…

Aaaand, back to the fic, R/R please! Let me know what you think so far! Reviewing makes me want to update more often, so the more reviews, the quicker the next update!