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White light streams into view as the door leading to the small cell is opened, “Come.” Wesker says, leading his shadow through the entry and locking the door behind them. Ever since he came across the curious situation that was his clone, Wesker has worked to keep the other man close, watching his every move. His imposter has been nothing but useful; however, Wesker knows he can never trust him, they are cut from the same cloth after all. But he knows he needs to keep Zeno placated, and he’s sure sharing his toy will provide a sufficient distraction.
He unlocks the cell and the two men enter. Chris barely flinches when he’s dragged out of the small cot by his hair, waking from his restless slumber. His bleary eyes blink open, slow on the uptake. He lets his arms hang at his side as he’s maneuvered to his knees, his limbs heavy and unreliable. The cold concrete digs into his skin as the cold air sends goosebumps along his flesh, completely bare to the elements. Well, almost completely bare, the only article of clothing he’s been allowed to wear since his capture in Africa so long ago is a collar, wrapped like a noose around his throat. Chris’ body sways with exhaustion and his mind moves sluggishly like he’s stuck in tar, the only thing he can process is Wesker’s voice, that is all that matters because over his years of confinement paying attention to what that voice says is the only way to avoid unnecessary pain, “He appears quite docile.” Wesker’s voice says but… the cadence is wrong. He struggles to make sense of what he’s hearing when a man kneels down to be eye level with him and his brain feels like it’s vibrating. He’s looking at Wesker, but it’s not, but it looks like him, but everything is arranged in the incorrect order.
Chris starts feeling distressed and it’s the only thing that sparks any sort of reaction out of him because he knows that the best thing he can do when Wesker comes to play is shut up and take it as well as he can. He actually looks up at Wesker, something he hasn’t done in a very long time just to confirm it is his usual tormentor gripping his hair, “Any mutt can be trained if they have the right master.”
Zeno grips under Chris’ jaw and turns his head as he removes his glasses. For the first time in a long time Chris feels like he’s in uncharted territory so he rightly assumes the best thing for him to do right now is stay silent and let whatever is going to happen happen so he can go curl back up in bed. The white-haired man removes his glasses and Chris stares at his eyes, the golden glow so similar to Wesker’s deformation. He narrows his eyes and Chris looks down immediately, concerned he angered the other man with his eye contact, but then he speaks, “He’s infected?”
“Yes,” Wesker drawls, “a variant upon the progenitor virus, I created it myself.”
“Why?” Zeno asks, “Did it not strengthen him? That seems very risky.”
“That’s where this comes in.” Wesker presses a button and Chris doesn’t react when his collar shoots two little needles into his skin and everything starts to blur and the men’s voices sound further and further away.
“P-30?” Zeno asks.
“No, simply a sedative. It automatically dispenses throughout the day but I can control extra doses in case an altered state of mind is desired.”
“And all of that is worth infecting this man?” Zeno asks.
“I’m not sure you understand the arrangement here.” Wesker says, dropping Chris who falls into a heap, “It would be so tragic to lose my darling pet, I would have no one to take my grievances out on. I knew I had to slow his aging process so we would be on a similar trajectory. And I like to play rough.” The blond pulls out his knife and he buries it into Chris’ limp form on the ground. The younger man whimpers slightly in his drugged out stupor and Wesker yanks the blade out harshly as Chris’ femoral artery begins to gush blood down his skin, so pale from being in this room for so long. Zeno frowns as he watches the river of red, but then, the stream retreats to a trickle and Chris’ skin begins knitting itself back together, “He can take anything I throw at him.” Wesker says, almost fondly.
Zeno stands and Wesker follows suit. He comes to stand behind Zeno, the man still observing Chris intently. Wesker curls his fingers over Zeno’s shoulder and leans in to talk quietly, “He’s gorgeous, is he not?”
“He is aesthetically pleasing, although I still don’t understand why he’s worth so much effort to you.”
“You will.” The blond says with a confidence that Zeno isn’t sure is earned, “As a matter of fact, you’ll learn quite soon.” Wesker sits on the floor which surprises Zeno and he pulls Chris’ head into his lap.
Chris stirs and his unfocused eyes land on Wesker above him, “Master.” He breathes out softly.
“Quiet.” Wesker reprimands but the brunette can’t process anything in this state so Wesker lets it go, “Chris provides me a number of services that you may use to occupy yourself while you stay here.” The older man shoves two fingers into Chris’ mouth with one hand while the other runs along his body, until it stops to pinch a nipple.
It doesn’t take a super genius to see what Wesker was implying and all the pieces click into place, so that’s why his predecessor is so determined to keep this pitiful creature around. Zeno hesitates to even call Chris a man anymore, not in this state, “I see.” He says, voice full of distaste.
“Is there something wrong with my boy?” Wesker asks and Zeno can hear the dangerous lilt to his tone.
“Nothing is wrong with him,” Zeno says, “but I prefer my partners clean, in a luxury hotel, on a king sized bed, and conscious.”
“And people say I have a superiority complex.” Wesker scoffs, “Come here Zeno and claim your prize for being so helpful.”
“Wesker, please. I am—”
“This is not a negotiation Zeno.” Wesker says, voice cold as ice, “Come here.”
Zeno wrinkles his nose but he knows better than to disobey a direct order from this man, “Fine.” He says as he starts stripping down, “But I am not making a mess of my clothes.”
“Your prissiness never ceases to amaze. You did not get that trait from me.” Wesker says as he undoes his own belt and zipper, then he pulls his cock out over his underwear and pants. He strokes over Chris’ face and releases a huff of laughter when some precum drips onto Chris’ eyelash and the younger man instinctively tries to blink it away to no avail. Zeno gets on his knees between Chris’ thighs and he pauses, causing Wesker to incline his head, “All yours.”
“Lube?”
“What do you mean? There’s plenty right here.” Wesker mocks as he lets go of his cock to drag two fingers through the blood cooling on Chris’ abdomen.
“That’s disgusting.” Zeno says, affronted.
Wesker shrugs, “Or you could take him dry, but he’ll probably bleed that way too. The virus keeps everything fully repaired and nice and tight.” Wesker smirks wickedly at his counterpart.
Zeno wipes his hand through Chris’ blood and lathers up his own cock, trying not to grimace, and he’s almost surprised to find himself hard. He looks down at Chris as he lines up and his eyes trace the lines in his face, he tries to see what Wesker sees in him. He’s stereotypically Zeno’s type for sure, there’s no question about that, but there are many stereotypically attractive people, there has to be more to it. He hikes one of Chris’ legs up over his shoulder as he presses forward, and he can’t stop the gasp that escapes his lips as the pliant walls envelope him. Not only that, the man beneath him lets out the sweetest moan which causes his cock to jerk inside of him.
“Isn’t he heavenly?” Wesker asks as Chris’ soft breathing gets a bit heavier, “It’s like his hole was created for us.”
Zeno bottoms out, “Fuck.” He groans, unable to hold himself back from moving as Chris takes it easily. He looks down, watching Chris’ puffy ring stretch and tug around his blood-smeared cock and the sight causes him to pick up the pace.
“Just wait until he’s conscious, he’s going to be like a walking wet dream for you because he knows exactly how to please me.” Wesker purrs and he holds Chris’ head between his hands and he feeds his cock into the young man’s mouth. The blond sets a punishing rhythm and Zeno stares, mesmerized at the sight of Wesker skullfucking Chris, who even in his addled state, is making broken gagging sounds as his throat is abused and tears readily fall down his cheeks and mix with the snot from his nose. It’s perverse and foul but Zeno can’t remember the last time he’s felt this overwhelming heat during intercourse. It’s like his base animal instincts come alive and a foreign, septic pleasure takes over.
He ruts into Chris like a beast as he watches his own cock on Wesker’s body continue to part Chris’ lips, “Jesus Christ. Wesker… Wesker I’m going to…” But he cums before he can finish talking. His orgasm is almost painful as it tears through his body like a hurricane. Zeno grips Chris’ leg over his shoulder for stability and he rests his cheek against the pale kneecap and his panting breaths drag across Chris’ skin. He feels warm and he keeps watching Wesker use Chris’ face like a fleshlight for a few more moments before the man pulls out and cums all over the younger man’s face.
Wesker drops Chris’ head against the ground as Zeno gingerly lifts his leg off his shoulder and pulls out. He grimaces at the mess left on the brunette’s face and he looks at Wesker, “Are you going to leave him like that?”
“Of course not,” he says, “you’re going to clean it up.”
“What?” Zeno says, his post-coital orgasm fading away and his logical senses begin returning to him.
“I don’t recommend talking back to me again tonight,” Wesker leans forward, invading Zeno’s space, “Do not forget, while you may have a longer leash, you are simply another one of my pets, just like Christopher. Being obedient is the only way to ensure you don’t end up like him.”
He glares at Wesker and if looks could kill, Wesker would’ve been eviscerated. However, he knows Wesker is right and staying on his good side is the most important thing right now, so he leans down and drags his tongue through Wesker’s seed, trying not to gag at the taste. But he does as he’s asked and he can feel Wesker’s shit-eating grin burning the back of his skull. Shame blooms in his cheeks but all thoughts are pushed aside when he feels Chris’ lips move against his own. It shocks Zeno and Chris uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into the man’s mouth. He sighs and Zeno can feel Chris begin to hump his leg where his dick is pressed against him.
“Master…” Chris moans and that causes Zeno to pull back.
“No Chris,” Wesker says and the brunette looks over, seemingly more aware than before, “this is Zeno, he’s the prince of our new world.”
Chris looks back over to Zeno but drops his eyes once more, “Sir.” He says, settling for the default he’s been instructed to use for Wesker’s friends. Becoming more lucid, he realizes he’s thrusting into Zeno and he tries to shift to pull away further, breaking contact.
“Zeno will be utilizing your services for the foreseeable future. You will obey him as you would me.” Wesker says, standing and grabbing a towel to clean himself up and he readjusts his clothes.
“Yes master.” Chris mutters, sitting up and propping himself up against the bed. Wesker tosses Zeno a towel from the corner of the cell as well which he gladly takes before getting redressed. Both Zeno and Wesker are surprised to hear Chris’ voice quietly sound in the silence of the cell, “Master?”
Wesker looks down, “What is it, pet?”
“May I touch?” Chris asks, eyes firmly on Wesker’s shoes, his cock still hanging hard between his thighs.
“Hmmm,” Wesker says contemplatively, “What do you think, Zeno? Did this whore satisfy you enough that it deserves relief?"
Just the thought of denying Chris seems so cruel to Zeno, especially with how many pretty sounds the man had made, “Yeah, let him cum.” Zeno says.
“Oh my, looks like you may be winning over his affections Chris.” Wesker waves a dismissive hand, “Take care of yourself.” He says and Chris immediately grabs his cock and begins stroking.
“Thank you.” He moans, fisting his own cock hard and fast, as if he’s worried the older man may change his mind.
Zeno is disappointed when he’s ushered away from Chris and out of the cell before he gets to see the face the brunette makes when he cums. Zeno tries to quip to break the tense silence that forms between them as they make their way back into the cell block corridor, “I think I could be persuaded to understand why you took such a risk keeping him around.”
“Use him whenever you would like as long as it doesn’t interfere with our work. The only rule is you must never take off his collar, that may have catastrophic consequences.” Wesker says.
“Noted.” He nods as the two of them exit the prison side of the facility, “I am going to go take a shower and turn in for the night. I will see you tomorrow.”
“Indeed. Well have the most pleasant dreams Zeno.” Wesker smirks and Zeno rolls his eyes as he turns his back and heads down the path to his bedroom.
He showers and changes into a simple set of white pajamas for the night and he sits in bed with his laptop in front of him as he analyzes the data from the most recent viral strain they’ve come in contact with. But his mind keeps straying to Chris, to the tight heat of his body, to the unnatural green eyes that stared at him like a lamb, “Fuck.” Zeno mutters and he tries readjusting his crotch as his pants suddenly feel too tight. He isn’t sure what it is about Chris that catches his attention. He seems mediocre by every possible definition of the word. However, he can’t stop thinking about him. He tries to refocus on his computer but after he’s read the same line of genetic code ten times without retaining it, he slams it just and sets it on the table.
Zeno knows he’s not going to be able to sleep like this and he slips his hands in his pants and wraps it around his straining cock and the white-haired man lets out a soft hum as his hand lazily moves, his mind wondering how soft Chris’ lips are and jealous Wesker didn’t offer him the other man’s mouth at all. Then, the obvious occurs to him like a brick through a window. He frowns, but he sits up. He’s not interrupting any important work right now, everyone’s in bed, and Wesker gave him the code to Chris’ cell…
He stands up and pulls his long coat around himself and buttons it for the sole hope to hide his erection, even though he shouldn’t run into anyone at this hour. He makes his way back towards the prison block, determined to find out what Chris’ mouth feels like immediately. He’ll go in and hope the other is still cognizant enough to give him a blowjob, and hopefully after satiating his curiosity, he’ll quell this flame he feels when he thinks of Chris and he’ll burn the broken man out of his system. That’s all it will take.