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Sweet Memories	By : Kat Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 2869 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chris and Sheva pushed there way threw the dark and cold metallic fortress, in their man hunt to find and apprehend Excella, as well as continue their search for Jill. The two were led on to believe Excella knew where Jill was, and not just that, but they figured she was behind the mobs of infected villagers, and the cause of death to DeChant and the others.

They both knew she had to be stopped, and at all cost even if it meant putting Jill’s whereabouts second on the list. Plus what good would it be to have her alive in a world infected with monster and the living dead?

As the two marched their way further threw the dark wet tunnels, Chris found him self absorbed in his personal thoughts. Seeing all theses monsters, and innocent peoples’ lives wrecked by power hungry humans.

But one image, one person that stuck out the most to him was his captain, Wesker...

There was no doubt in his mind that he was alive. If Jill lived from that fall, then he must have as well, there was no doubt about, but what puzzled the brunette the most was how so bent and absorbed he was with Wesker. Although he caused most of his problems and suffering, he still looked to him and thought of him as the man he once was. The human he trusted, and put his faith in.

As he dwelled in his dreams, a soft voice popped into his head breaking all of his thoughts, and bringing him back from his ‘walk down memory lane’.

“Are you all right? That spider, no that thing didn’t knock you for a loop did it?” the young tanned agent asked, nudging him in his side fallowed by a soft giggle.

Chris snapped his head quickly over to her and gave a fake weak smile. He didn’t want to worry her, let alone have her know his true intentions of pushing on in such a hasty pace. “Oh, yeah I’m fine.” He quickly answered, passing up the young woman as his face grew warm.

Sheva watched as her partner who was clearly consumed in personal thoughts put distance between the two of them. Maybe he tock her joke the wrong way, or he was frustrated with this whole situation in general. She wanted to ask what was wrong, but that was out of the question right now, she didn’t want to seem nosey, or put a bigger burden on him.

Although that was how she felt for a while now. They both worked together clearly, but she constantly asked if she was in the way and if she was of much help at all. Or, it could have been his concern about Jill that had him on the edge.

“Sheva, you ready?” The brunette asked as he placed his back to the thick metal door, awaiting the accompaniment of his young partner. She gave a quick nod, and placed her self roughly against the door, waiting for the signal that it was time burst in, with caution of cores.

The large metal doors flung open, leaving a large room full of test tubes and gated walk way for their eyes to see. But what caught Chris’ attention the most was the pale black haired woman that stood in the over look.

None the less it was Excella, and that glass that was between them was clearly the only thing stopping Sheva and Chris from getting their hands on her. But other then the sight of the woman, the frail limp body of what appeared to be a man caught Chris’ eye the most.

“Sheva…” whispered Chris, directing Sheva’s attention to the stilled man, which at first glance appeared to be dead. Sheva slowly stepped closer to the man as Excella grew impatient.

“Glad you could make it.” snicker the dark haired woman that looked down upon the two.

“Excella,” Yelled Chris, gaining the woman’s full attention. “Where’s Jill!”

A faint laugh encoded threw the large room as Excella mocked the agent. “Jill… you needn’t worry about her. You need to worry more about your self.” She demanded, slowly backing up from the glass window, slowly drifting further back into the sealed room.

“Damn it, tell me where she is!” Hissed Chris raising his gun in her direction, grinding his teeth.

“You need to worry more of your mission, its Uroboros your after right?” A large grin covered her pale skin as she placed a hand on her hip, leaning in closer to the glass as if she had the desirer to touch the two, and speak to them face to face. “Then have fun…” Her eyes narrowed as the pale limp man rose from his seat, giving Excella her queue to leave the room, and that she did.

Sheva quickly reached out to Chris, helping him regain his attention to the enemy affront. The pale figure made it onto his feet where he then began to shack violently, fallowed by what seemed like worms ejected threw his top layer of skin.

With no hesitation Sheva fired three rounds into the beast, doing nothing more then giving him a gentle nudge. “What the hell!” yelled the African agent, looking to Chris for orders of the next move.

“Watch out, it’s just like before!” Chris yelled unloading a clip into the monster, as larger tentacles sprouted from the monster. As the agents fired the monster grew larger, and a lot fiercer, causing him to swing and shriek out of control. There was no doubt in Chris’ mind that this was the same monster as before, and he knew what their best rout was. “Sheva, over there on the wall, the flame thrower.” pointed out Chris, trying to clear a path for his partner.

Although his trouble and hard work was no good, and proved to be careless, and within a blink of an eye the beast grabbed hold of the young woman, squeezing her tightly. Loud yells ripped from the woman’s throat as she dropped her gun, looking down to Chris for assistance.

“Sheva!” Chris fired three rounds before he was slapped to the side of the room, like a rag doll as his friend suffered the iron grip.

“H-help me!” She cried out one last time until she passed out, leaving the monster to disposed of her, and just like he had done Chris, he threw her limp unconscious body to the ground with a loud thud. A faint gasp escaped the mans lips as he tried his best to rush over to the stilled woman, only to end the same way. Uroboros proved to be as dangerous as the BSAA warned him, and he knew if he fell unconscious it would truly be the end to him and Sheva, and the world at that matter.

But something was wrong. Something was defiantly different, and in the strangest way it was for the better. The same grip the monster held on Sheva wasn’t exactly the same, it didn’t squeeze him or try to crush him to death instead it held him as if he was some kind of precious prisoner. It slowly snuck one of its tentacles up the mans shirt and rested at his chest, slowly slithering back and forth, kind of tickling the agent.

Chris’ face grew red as he struggled to escape its grip, only to have another long moist worm like tentacle rest under his chin. “Wh-what the hell.” He whispered, feeling the grip around his torsos loosening up, only to take hold of his arms, resting them above his head. His feet barely touched the floor as he felt a long part of the monster slither around his leg, and rested between his legs. What was going on, of all the things to happen to him he was being violated, and by some creature that was meant to kill, and strangle. But it tock its time, examining his body and teasing him slightly. Bright red covered Chris’ face and ears as it slowly snacked its way into his pants, cradling his manhood. Faint gasp of pleasure escaped his lips as the sensation became more forceful and pleasing. The fly to his pants was shortly after disposed of, showing his underwear, and the bulge that rested behind the thin peace of clothing. Light moans streamed threw the room as the beast pressed his erection, casing him to jolt his hips for more friction.

This was wrong. Way beyond civil and of all the times for this to happen it had to be with his partner passed out only a few feet away. Hell it wouldn’t be as bad if his mind wasn’t roaming threw his lost memories though. He tried his best to think of something better, someone different other then this, this thing, and the only thing to take the place of this monster… was another monster, Wesker.

Wesker was long gone, well the one Chris new long ago any way, but regardless Chris acted on these memories, on this better and much happier time. Soft moans cared the name of the blond, until his mouth was taken by another part of Uroboros.
Muffled moans rang threw his own ears as the affair went further, and got more personal. The tentacles pulled at the pants and underwear, revealing his full manhood, and entrance. Chris fought the monster, trying to free him self before it fully tock him, but all of his struggling was a waist of time and energy, as he felt something long and moist force its way threw the tight ring of muscle of his entrance. Small tears fill the agent’s eyes due to the pain, but were shortly taken over by slight pleasure.

Hard thrusting fallowed by the pumping of his member seemed all too much for him to handle. Chris closed his eyes, and whimpered the last name to leave his lips only a few moments ago, and with this the beast let go, dropping him to the floor, leaving him exhausted and in slight pain.

His eyes grew heavy as he rested against the cold floor, but this wasn’t the time to rest, for the monster had all intentions of killing both him and Sheva. It wore them both out, and left them both helpless, giving it a much grater advantage. Chris quickly opened his eyes as he say one large arm swing down at him, but before his life was ended, two loud pops filled the room.

The first thought that went threw his mind was that Sheva was awake. But even more inconvenient, it was the man that’s name echoed threw the room, and settled deep in his mind. It was his beloved captain, Wesker.

“My, my Chris, what a lovely show you put on,” Echoed the voice of the blond, as he pulled his sunglasses from his face, and knelt down to the younger mans level. “You’re so worthless.” Stated the tyrant, as he placed a hand under the agents chin, wiping a small sliver of saliva from his chin.

Chris looked the other way as he grabbed a tight hold of the gloved hand of his former captain. Maybe it would have been better if Sheva woke up, and that it wasn’t Wesker, but it was to late now. “W-Wesker, you are… you are alive,” whispered Chris as his eyes met with the eyes of a devil. A soft chuckle left the blonds throat as he gripped the young boy up by the collar of his shirt, bringing him to his knees.

“That’s right,” Wesker forcefully pressed his lips to the other males as he forced entrance into his mouth. It was just like Chris thought and well… remembered. He was just as dominating as he was when he left S.T.A.R.S if not even more determined to take him.

A smirk danced onto Wesker’s face as he slowly pulled back, taking in the view of the lust filled agent. “But remember this Christopher, you belong to me. You die when it’s best for me. Not you.” He hummed against his lips before dropping him back to the cold floor as he drew his gun from it hold. A grin crawled over the blonds face as he smashed it into the back of the BSAA agent’s neck, leaving him in a mild unconscious state as he slipped his way out of the room.

When Chris came to, he felt the grasp of his partner at his shoulders. “Ch-Chris, are you ok?” She asked, gently nudging him from his beautiful slumber.

“Sheva, a-are you ok!?” Chris quickly sat up as he looked around the room, seeing there was nothing, or no one left in the room but them. Wesker was gone, and the monster was too. Sheva smiled lightly as she stood to her feet, holding her hand out to the brunette. Chris blushed lightly as he noted everything was just as ‘she’ remembered, leaving him to take her hand, and pull him self to his feet. “Can you walk?” He asked rubbing the back of his neck and wrist.

“I’m fine, a little sore, but I’ll live,” She commented, rubbing the back of her head. “Well lets go stop Excella.” She finished as she grabbed her gun and made her way for the door, Chris close behind.

Not much was said between the two as they ready them self’s to exit the large testing room. “Ready when you are partner.” Sheva said content and ready to go.

Chris gave a faint nod, and the two passed threw the door, alert and ready to go, to stop Excella and save Jill, but not only that, but to encounter Wesker one last time. Chris gave the room one last quick glance back before climbing up the long ladder that would take himself and Sheva to their next meeting with Wesker.
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