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"Excella Gionne, stop right there!" Sheva exclaims as she and Chris walk urgently into the Uroboros research facility.
Excella's mocking 'bravo' coils Chris' nerves even tighter than they already were, having long lost his patience with the cat and mouse games.
"Damn it, where is Jill?" Chris presses on, his gun raised and trained squarely on Excella's chest.
Excella laughs softly, shrugging her shoulders in an act of infuriating innocence.
"Hmph. Jill? Maybe I'll tell you, maybe I won't." She smirks coyly before the rustling of a cloak disrupts Chris' attention on her.
Between Sheva and Chris lands a cloaked figure, seen before in earlier operations leading from Dr Irving to the confrontation with Excella now. The two B.S.A.A agents immediately take the offensive to their mistake as the figure proves too quick and agile for something as human as gunfire. They disarm Sheva with ease, sending her stumbling back while taking a blow to Chris. As the figure seps back to avoid Chris' persistent line of fire, a bullet makes contact with the figures mask and exposes the bottom half of a woman's face. She remains anonymous however, her cloak hood obscuring her face just enough to brush off suspicion from Chris although Sheva looks momentarily puzzled.
"Stop playing around, we want some answers!" Chris growls as the figure comes to stand beside Excella.
Then a voice echoes around the room, like a fine silk dipped in poison. A transatlantic accent Chris knew belonged to only one person. A dead person.
"You haven't changed." The man observes, stepping into view.
The black carbon fibre combat suit, expensive sunglasses and neatly combed back blond hair portrayed the exact appearance of Albert Wekser...minus the fancy overcoat Chris had last seen him in.
Wesker gives a half-smirk, almost pleased to see Chris. The younger man instantly trains his gun on him instead despite knowing it was futile to use such a weapon against the likes of Wesker.
"Wesker! You ARE alive!" Chris shouts, the lack of surprise and hint of defeat in his tone confirming the suspicions that had occurred to him more and more throughout his investigation.
"This is Wesker?" Sheva says finally.
Chris had told her about the fateful night at the Spencer Estate three year ago when Jill had bravely thrown herself and Wesker out of a window and off of a cliff to protect him. If he was alive, so was she. There investigation hadn't been in vain.
Wesker descends the stairs from the upper floor, speaking slowly and smoothly with the cold smirk still clean on his face.
"We last met at the...Spencer Estate, wasn't it?" The purr in his tone gave it away immediately that he was trying to rile Chris up. And it was working.
Chris grips his gun tighter, muscles coiled tight. His jaw was visibly clenched as Wesker finishes his descent.
"Well, isn't this one big family reunion." Wesker continues, a slight emphasis on the word 'family'. Chris cocks his head to the side slightly.
Wesker moves to stand beside the cloaked figure, eyes shamelessly running over Chris' body. He wasn't going to dwell on how, but Chris was clearly both taller and undeniably bulkier than when he'd last seen him. It was a sight for his sore eyes. Chris may be interfering with his plans but Wesker was satisfied to see him all grown up and facing him once more.
"I would expect you to be happier to see us." Wesker drawls, the half-smirk now full-blown and entirely devious. A snake coiled to strike at the willing prey before him.
Chris' brows furrow deeply, confusion etched into his features and a slither of hope mixed into a softer tone.
"Us?"
Wesker hums.
"So slow to catch on." Wesker almost shows the amusement he's feeling through his pitch but remains emotionally elusive while bringing down the cloaked woman's hood.
A moment of silence rings around the room as the woman steps forward. Her greyish eyes are dark and focused, blonde hair framing her forehead and tied back into a sharp ponytail. Jill Valentine. Chris blinks, gaze completely separated from Wesker's cruel smirk to the completely foreign look of murder on Jill's face. His former partner...working for him? Out of recognition, Chris lowers his gun, hurt and dissapointed.
"Jill." His voice starts as a soft murmur while he steps forward.
"Jill! It's me, Chris!" He picks it up with urgency and desperation, pupils dilated.
Sheva steps forward beside him, keen to protect her partner's flank.
"What? Are you sure that's her?" She asks skeptically, unseeing as to why Chris' old partner would attack them.
Wesker shakes his head, the amusement finally showing through his body language and his voice. He gives a dramatic hand gesture as if introducing her with a short bow.
"The one...and only." Wesker seems thoroughly pleased with the two agents' state of confusion.
Jill lunges straight for Chris, sending him tumbling to the ground with a pained grunt. Shave goes to aid Chris only for Wesker to respond with superhuman speed and jabbing an elbow into her side. With both agents, catching their breath, Wesker chuckles with another condescending shake of his head.
"Lets finish this. I think the odds are fair, two on two?" Wesker holds up two fingers before gesturing Jill to target Sheva.
"Keep her busy, I have an old friend to greet properly." Wesker instructs, locking eyes with Chris, a predatory glint in his eyes.
There's nothing Chris can do to stop Jill from tackling Sheva and throwing her through the door opening a separate room.
"Hold your own, Sheva! Try to incapacitate her, don't kill her!" Chris yells before the door slams shut. He was suddenly fearful as to whether Sheva could keep up.
"I'm afraid your little replacement won't be making it out of there alive." Wesker purrs, his own samurai edge pistol raised at Chris with an air of laziness. He was toying with his old pup.
"I must say Chris, you have grown." Wesker adds, watching the anger strengthen in Chris' features to hide the unexpected jolt of pleasure from receiving such a compliment.
Chris takes a breath, his gun lowered once again. Bullet were of no use with Wesker. Upon his initial suspicion Wesker had survived the fall from the cliff three years ago, Chris had dedicated his time to intensive training almost non-stop in order to be able to physically contend with Wesker's strength. It was time to put that training to good use.
"Bring it on, old man. We'll do things the old-fashioned way." Chris throws his gun aside and raises his fists. He couldn't let Wesker get to him again regardless of their past in S.T.A.R.S when they'd had..an arrangement.
Wesker raises an eyebrow, equal parts reverent and satisfied with Chris' attitude. He gives a small shrug and slides his gun back into its holster at his side.
"I do remember being quite fond of you getting your hands on me. Always eager to play, aren't you puppy?" Wesker teases, flashing a feral grin.
Chris snarls, knowing full well what Wesker was trying to do. To feed into his base desires at a time like this was something only Wesker would do. Could do. Their unique relationship back in S.T.A.R.S had exposed all of Chris' secrets to his once lover turned traitorous bioterroist. Chris needed to shut this down quickly. He wasn't sure how much of his psyche would give in to Wesker's words.
"Enough talk. I'm gonna put you in the ground." Chris growls before feigning left and swinging a punch from the right.
Wesker dodges with practised ease and delivers a sharp jab at Chris' side. To his surprise, Chris takes the hit that should have felt equivalent to ten people punching him at once with little more than a grunt of discomfort and rounds an elbow towards Wesker's skull. He catches Chris' arm and bends it backwards, unable to prevent the hitch in his breath upon feeling the well-defined muscle on Chris' upper arm.
"Mm, is this all for me? It seems the puppy has grown into one feral hound." Wesker hisses into Chris' ear, earning a part-angry and part-aroused huff before being pushed back.
Chris creates some distance between them, rolling his shoulder to ease the discomfort. It pained him that knowing the change in his physique was for Wesker. To combat him effectively, and to serve as eye-candy for him it seemed.
"Don't flatter yourself, you threw away everything we had the moment you revealed you were working for Umbrella." Chris dismisses but not without the unmistakeable hurt in his tone.
He charges at Wesker, who could have easily dodged in a flash but gave Chris the satisfaction, locking strong arms around Wesker's waist in an attempt to throw him to the floor. The older man's boots squeak across the floor, sliding back a metre or two from the force of Chris' tackle. Wesker seems impressed before he elbows Chris sharply in the centre of his back and forcing him to the floor.
"Umbrella has been left in a bygone era now, Chris. I work for my own agenda. But by all means, I do so strongly invite you to try and stop me." Wesker taunts, allowing Chris to get to his feet. The difference in conviction between the two of them was embarrassing...for Chris.
Wesker observes Chris' change in height as he scrambles to his feet. He'd never had to look up at him before as his own stature exceeded six feet by an inch or two. Yet here was Chris; angrier, stronger and taller. Wesker was very much enjoying this new development.
Chris shakes his head at Wesker's familiar audacity and goes to sweep at Wesker's legs before dodging the older man's oncoming attack. Chris bears his teeth in growing frustration and Wesker catches a glimpse of abnormally sharpened teeth, specifically the canine teeth. Chris had gotten his canine teeth sharpened to connect more with his beast-like mindset and Wesker's heart raced at the sight.
"I've had enough of your taunting!" Chris yells, throwing a punch hard enough to knock Wesker back into the wall.
Wesker hadn't anticipated such a blow and gasped for breath as he crashed back into the wall. He was definitely less composed than he had been earlier.
"Did I strike a nerve, mutt?" Wesker huffs, snapping the final cord of Chris' patience.
The larger man wraps a crushing hand around Wesker's throat after stalking towards him, pinning Wesker to the wall with their faces far too close for comfort.
"Everything is always a game to you." Chris says through grit teeth, Wesker's eyes lowering to study those sharpened canines more closely.
"With you? Of course it is...I knew you'd find me, pet." Wesker's usual smooth purr renders into a raspy baritone, doing little to resist Chris' punishing grip.
Chris looks away for a moment, shaking his head as if to compose himself. He'd longed to be called someone's pet again. A mutt, a dog, a hound...those pet names never failed to kick at Chris' baser instincts and desires. That someone would always be Wesker as only he has ever truly appealed to Chris' canine side.
"You don't have any fucking right to speak to me like that anymore." Chris says with a shaky exhale. It was such a pathetic attempt to throw Wesker off yet his grip remained vice-like.
"Oh? Like what, my dear Chris? Like a...dog, perhaps?" Wesker responds, feigning weakness through light inhales for breath.
The growl that emitted from Chris' throat betrayed, Wesker picking up on the clear excitement with visible relish. He'd missed the influence he used to have over Chris. They'd played delightfully into each others fetishes back in the day. Wesker had been more than happy to praise on his strength, masculinity and virility a it had appealed to his own size kink in itself. It was no secret that Albert Wesker liked a strong, rugged man. And Chris lived up to that image by tenfold now.
"Come now, Christian. You can't tell me you haven't been growing all this muscle and sharpening those teeth for...practical reasons?" Wesker raises an eyebrow, reaching up to grip Chris' chin and force eye contact.
Chris refuses to answer and goes to grab Wesker's hand and pry it from his chin. Before he can do so, Wesker brings his knee up to Chris' groin and forces him to double over before delivering a harsh left hook to the jaw. Chris cries out in pain, stumbling sideways. The force of Wesker's punch creates a deep gash on Chris' cheek and he tastes blood on his tongue having likely bit it during the impact.
"Get your head...out of your ass!" Chris huffs and aims a messy punch at Wesker's left side.
The older man chuckles gleefully and sidesteps, bringing his boot down hard on Chris's foot. Even through military-grade boots like Chris', he could feel the bones in his toes shatter upon the impact. He cries out and falls onto one knee, hands hovering by his foot with tremors as he dare not inspect such an injury. Wesker tuts, gripping Chris' chin once more and feeling the short hairs of his beard beneath gloved fingers.
"I'm afraid bad dogs deserve punishing, Chris." Wesker sighs, slapping Chris around the face hard enough to bring a sharp sting.
"I wonder...if you remember your commands." Wesker continues, eyes glinting with malicious lust.
Chris' breathing immediately accelerates. Of course he did, Wesker had trained him well back in S.T.A.R.S, both in combat and in pleasure. He knew he'd be unable to help himself if Wesker commanded him.
"Don't. Please..." Chris grunts, making another futile attempt to gain leverage in their little dance. Wesker meets Chris' fist as he raises it, knocking it aside.
Wesker hums in thought, opening Chris' mouth forcefully to admire the sharpened canines. He runs a gloved finger over one of them before pulling back as Chris tries biting his finger off.
"You always told me you wanted sharper teeth...your marks never stayed for long." Wesker reminisces. He looks down at Chris who looks both terrified of himself and undeniably aroused.
"Let's see if they work." Wesker grips the back of Chris' neck and leans down to whisper a single command.
"Bite."
Chris' pupils dilate and he swallows thickly, almost painfully as he tries to ignore Wesker's command. The older man notices this and rolls his eyes, squeezing at the back of Chris' neck.
"Bite or I'll rip those pretty teeth right out." Wesker says coldly.
Chris squeezes his eyes shut. He should focus on the mission, focus on killing this invasive thorn in his side. But he can't. He missed this more than he cared to admit. Chris jumps to his feet, ignoring the pain from the broken toes and slamming Wesker back into the wall. He finds the juncture of Wesker's neck that connects to his shoulder and bites down painfully. Wekser's breath hitches and he fists his hands in Chris' thick hair, a jolt of unadulterated arousal coursing through his body.
"Yesss, good boy." He hisses in pained pleasure.
Chris' teeth leave blood welling up from the puncture wounds, marking his former lover turned enemy far more thoroughly than before.
"That will stay for a while, good pup." Wesker scratches behind Chris' ear with a triumphant smirk.
Chris groans softly, withdrawing from Wesker's neck. He thinks about tearing into the flesh more violently to end Wesker once and for all but held himself back. Chris wanted more.
"Why don't you strip for me, Christian? Show me how hard you've trained for me. Come on. Strip." Wesker commands, pushing Chris away.
Chris stumbles on his injured foot yet complies instead of retaliates. Two sides of his head were arguing heatedly, one screaming at the other to kill Wesker and the other craving to submit. He makes eye contact with Wesker before removing his uniform piece by piece. He'd trained long and hard for his current physique, may as well show it off to the one man that understood him. Wesker watches with a hungry gaze as more of Chris' skin is revealed. He'd missed his hound terribly and in his absence, he'd only grown more desirable. Wesker unzips his own combat suit, a figure with toned muscle exposing itself to the cool air of the facility. Chris appears naked before him and Wesker drinks in the sight, moving to run a hand over Chris' chest dusted with hiar.
"Such a prime specimen, I've missed feeling you inside me. Would you like that Chris? To rut into me like the beast you are?" Wesker purrs, hand trailing lower, down over Chris' navel and tugging at the hair of his happy trail.
Chris winces at the sharp tug, his cock twitching with interest. It had been so long, eleven years to be exact. He knows too well that he needed this opportunity. Needed relief.
"I shouldn't give in to you." Chris says through grit teeth only for Wesker to swing a punch into his stomach. The breath is knocked out of Chris' body and he snarls in pain but makes no effort to retaliate this time.
Wesker only smiles before rendering himself naked also, standing in front of Chris shamelessly.
"You know what I want you to do, my virile mutt. Mount." Wesker orders, another one of his commands burned into Chris' very psyche.
Chris licks his teeth in frustration and closes his eyes for a moment before finally giving in completely. He ignores the pain once more and tackles Wesker to the ground, forcing him into a mating press position and pinning him down with his weight. Chris' cock rubs against Wesker's thigh insistently, hard and heavy with small beads of pre-cum trickling onto Wesker's thigh. Wesker grunts at the feeing of Chris' heavy weight nailing him to the floor, wrapping his legs around Chris' hips. His own dick was throbbing with anticipation, his hole clenching around nothing. If Chris had been a good fuck eleven years ago, there was no doubt he was even better now.
"There's a good boy, so pent up and ready to rut and breed like the apex predator you are." Wesker coos softly despite harshly raking his nails down Chris' broad back.
"Yes, please, I need it." Chris pants against Wesker's neck. He rocks his hips against Wesker's thigh to clearly seek entry.
"I know you do, its been an awfully long time for us both puppy." Wesker draws blood from Chris' back and licks the drops of scarlet off of his fingers with a hum of appreciation.
"Rut. Rut into me like the untamed beast I know you can be." Wesker growls and relaxes his body, content with having his strong lover give him the relief he needs once more.
Chris doesn't hesitate this time. He adjusts himself on top of Wesker and hastily spits into his palm, rubbing the saliva along the shaft of his cock while holding himself up against Wesker with one arm. Wesker's nails explored his shoulders, neck and chest in the meantime to get a good feel of Chris' muscled body. He shivers, the act serving as praise for Chris and only tempting him more. He looks into Wesker's eyes, silently communicating that he was ready before inching inside of Wesker bit by bit and holding himself back from just sheathing himself inside of Wesker's warm walls. THe older man moans in delight, head falling back slowly as each inch of Chris' thick cock stretches him wide.
"Fuck...don't be shy. Ruin me." Wesker gasps, pulling Chris in deeper.
Chris snarls in response, moving his hips urgently and beginning to rut the moment he bottoms out inside of Wesker. He keeps Wesker pinned by the shoulders, large palms digging into the muscle as his hips begin to move in a punishing rhythm.
"Please, let me bite." Chris begs through increased breathing, eager to mark every inch of Wesker's flesh once more.
Wesker grins at Chris, satisfied with how compliant he was now. His pace was erratic and desperate yet still pleasurable and Wesker arched up into each thrust with an almost feline grace.
"Go ahead, beast. Bite." Wesker says through short moans in time with Chris' pace.
Chris latches down on Wesker's collarbone, piercing the skin with ease while his hands move from Wesker's shoulders and to his hips. He bites feverishly, making sure to draw blood with every bite. Wesker hisses and winces in pleasure, fisting a hand in Chris' hair or digging into his muscle to give him marks in return. He wanted everyone back at Chris' precious B.S.A.A to know he belonged to him.
"Harder. Rut into me like you hate me...oh wait." Wesker smirks smugly, the purr of his tone only proving more infuriatingly desirable to Chris.
Chris redoubles his efforts, hips slamming into Wesker's own as he pulls back to the very head of his cock with each thrust before burying himself as deep as possible. At one point, Wesker can't help but cry out at the intensity of Chris' length completely filling his insides. Chris takes that as a sign to keep going, ruthlessly pounding into Wesker for several minutes without and wear and tear.
"Your stamina...its far better. Good boy." Wesker pants, his usually neat blond hair covering various parts of his forehead now, slick with sweat.
Chris moans lowly at the praise, giving Wesker a sharp snap of his hips in response. Chris' fingers dig into Wesker's waist hard enough to bruise which only spurs Wesker on more to lifr his hips into those brutish palms.
"I'm close...please." Chris grunts, nuzzling into Wesker's neck to receive his mature, citrusy scent with a hum of delight.
Wesker grins from ear to ear.
"Hold it. You still deserve some punishment for your early transgressions." Wesker says firmly, bringing a hand up to wrap around Chris' throat.
The younger man lets out a needy whine, unsure how long he'll be able to prevent himself from an orgasm. But he knew better than to defy Wesker in such an intimate setting. The choking only serves to arouse Chris further, his addams apple bobbing under Wesker's palm. His breathing turns into short pants like an overexerted dog and if he had a tail, it would most definitely be wagging. Wesker keeps him like this a few moments longer, enjoying the feeling of Chris' brutal pounding while restricting him of his orgasm. Just as he reaches his own need to cum, Wesker moves his hand from Chris' throat to his cheek, stroking his beard.
"Cum for me, puppy. Breed your master full for me." Wesker says with a rich hum that drives Chris to the very edge.
A loud grunt escapes Chris' mouth as he begins to cum, thick ropes of semen coating Wesker's insides. The older man groans at the feeling, his orgasm following suit as his neglected cock spurts his load onto his stomach. He can feel how much Chris had needed that, the potency of his orgasm evident as it begins to drip out of him the moment Chris withdraws his cock. An empty feeling soon finds Wesker and he sighs, rubbing his stomach with a mischievous grin.
"I wonder if you've given me a healthy litter." Wesker jokes, his grin widening at Chris' display of annoyance.
"Fuck you." Chris huffs yet remains on top of Wesker, content with laying against him for a while.
"You already have. Though if you're going to give me that kind of attitude, maybe you need another punishment." Wesker responds with a raised eyebrow.
Chris swallows before being pulled into a rough kiss. He had a feeling he was going to be pleasing Wesker for a lot longer.