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Shattered Memories	By : FatalYaoi Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 5096 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.:Chapter 10:.

Decision

Chris sat there, on his bed, for a delayed moment. He could feel the throbbing coursing through his entire body slowly dissipate and he was quickly filling with anger. Not only was the brunet entirely confused but he was now feeling guilty for succumbing to the blond and even now, still wanting more. After everything Wesker had done- all it took was a few kisses, bites, and rubs and suddenly Chris didn't care?

Chris felt outright ashamed.

Yet, the man stood up and walked to his door. After opening the door and walking into the hallway, his right hand rose his lips where he could still taste Wesker. When the automatic door slid open, he walked through it and found Wesker sitting in his normal spot, already deep in his work.

"I didn't assume you would pursue me this quickly, Christopher. Did you finally come to terms with your feelings or are you simply here to shout?" Wesker asked, his eye pressed against a microscope.

"You're such a damn hypocrite!" Chris yelled, both hands balling into fists at his sides as he walked towards Wesker, the door closing behind him.

"Apparently, you're here to shout. Unfortunately for you, Chris, I'm rather busy seeing how you simply won't allow me to get any work done," Wesker sighed heavily and pulled from the microscope to sit up and look towards Chris who was to his left with his arms crossed.

"You tell me to stop running and that it isn't always the solution- but what the fuck was that?"

"I'm not running," Wesker spoke, standing to face Chris. "In fact-" he leaned in rather close and Chris's hands fell limp at his sides, "-If I wanted to, I would throw you on this table and ravish you until you couldn't walk."

Wesker paused and watched the words sink into Chris, causing the brunette's cheeks to redden.

"However, as I said, I have quite a bit of work to get done and I won't bother wasting my valuable time by trying to seduce someone who obviously doesn't want it. Now, if you don't mind-" Wesker turned and sat back down, grabbing the glasses that sat in front of him and placing them on his nose.

Chris didn't leave; his eyes were on Wesker, though the man didn't seem to care all that much, and his hands were curled into white fists again but for a different reason- the mixture of guilt and want. The longer he stood there, the more he realized he was desperately searching for something to say or some excuse he could come up with for Wesker's attention to be put back on him but nothing seemed to be good enough.

So, roughly pushing the thoughts from his mind of everything Wesker was and what he'd done in the past decade alone, Chris walked up to the sitting blond who made no indication that he was there as he continued scribbling various equations down. Chris bent over and, using his left forefinger and thumb, tilted Wesker's chin to face him

Being just inches from the blonde's face, Chris could see Wesker's gaze from behind the sunglasses shift from the table to him. When their strong eyes met, Chris leaned in, his eyes closing as he took Wesker's lips. His nose brushed against Wesker's when he parted his lips, just enough for Wesker to sneak his tongue through, much like a snake; First, the muscle swept over the brunette's lower lip but it quickly dove and met Chris's head on before beginning to feel around the forbidden cavern that was Chris's mouth. When the blonde's expert tongue slid back across Chris's and both muscles curled around each other, a muffled moan escaped the brunet and he felt Wesker smirk into the kiss.

Pulling from their kiss, just enough to breathe and look at each other, Chris gave a half smile and his gaze fell to the side along with the hand holding Wesker's face.

"Would you waste your time if I wanted to be seduced?" Chris whispered. Despite being mere inches from each other, close enough for both to continue the kiss if Chris would look up, Wesker barely heard him but when he did- the smirk on his lips grew wider.

"Indeed I would."

Chris jumped when his left wrist was grabbed and he was suddenly being led, with ease, in between Wesker and the lab table. Wesker then began pulling the brunet forward and it took the man a long moment to realize that the blond wanted him on his lap- and Chris obliged. Sliding one leg over Wesker's lap, Chris lowered himself until he was leaning on Wesker's thighs, though with an easy slide of the blonde's leg, Chris was pushed into the blond with their bodies pressed firmly together. Wesker's arms protectively around Chris and his fingers interlocked around the brunette's mid back.

Once Chris was able to sit straight and shake the blush from his cheeks, he used both hands to slide the glasses from Wesker's face. Closing the temples of the glasses and setting them somewhere behind him on the table.

"Better," Chris said under his breath as a shaky hand went to cup Wesker's pale cheek. His thumb brushed over closed lips while his eyes stared intently into Wesker's.

"Are you finished, Christopher?" Wesker asked, his gaze remaining stern but his lips pulling in a half smirk. "You stare at me frequently enough, I believe, you should know what they look-"

"Right, yeah. Sorry, I just-" Chris was cut off by Wesker's lips connecting with his and he immediately closed his eyes, accepting it despite his lost description of how amazing Wesker's human eyes were.

Without much of a warning, Wesker's tongue returned to Chris's mouth and within moments, Chris's shirt was being tossed aside and Wesker's gloveless hands were already gliding over his muscled skin. Chris felt almost helpless as he realized he wasn't sure what to do with his hands. Without the blonde's jacket in the way, his short sleeved turtleneck lay open and waiting for Chris to take off- but he didn't.

That was, until Wesker moved his right hand from behind Chris to one of the arms around his neck. Grabbing it, he began moving it to his neck where the zipper sat in wait and Chris got the hint.

Chris unzipped the shirt but allowed his hands to wander underneath the fabric. His fingers began blindly tracing muscle lines before Chris, eventually, slid it off of Wesker. The shirt dropped onto the back of the chair and Wesker moved. The blond, making sure that both arms were secured around Chris, stood up and set Chris on the table in front of them, slightly to the left of the microscope but nonetheless on quite a few important notes.

As Wesker proceeded to unbutton Chris's pants, a hand stopped him. Breaking the kiss, Wesker looked at Chris but found his gaze to be looking over his shoulder- avoiding eye contact completely.

Getting past those hard feelings of being betrayed took quite an effort from Chris- but knowing Wesker was behind everything would take much more time; Unfortunately, he was out of time and simply trying to forget that he was currently about to sleep with his nemesis but that was proving to be difficult as well.

All he needed was a simple moment to get the thoughts from his head.

"If you're changing your mind again, Chris-" Wesker growled, but Chris shook his head quickly.

It would be impossible for him to stop now, even if he had changed his mind and decided to be the hero. True, he knew the man in front of him was a monster but that didn't change how much the brunet wanted him; Despite how much he wished for the feelings to go away, they'd been bubbling just under the surface for years.

"I just needed a second to breathe, that's all. Go ahead," Chris muttered, his gaze falling to the left to avoid looking at the blond further.

Wesker barely waited for Chris to finish the instruction before unbuttoning the brunette's pants. Without unzipping them, he stepped back and Chris stepped off the table, allowing both pants and boxers to pool at his feet. Chris quickly kicked off his socks and stood, blushing wildly as Wesker stared at him like prey while he fidgeted with his own pants. As soon as Chris began wishing the lights in the lab weren't so bright, Wesker returned to kissing him and he was suddenly happy that their now nude bodies were pressed together.

When Wesker's left hand tugged at Chris's right thigh and moved it up for Chris to wrap his leg around the blonde's waist, the brunet realized how rushed everything seemed to be. However, that and most of the guilt that lay in the pit of his stomach went completely forgotten the second their arousals rubbed against each other. He muffled a moan into their kiss and happily obliged when Wesker motioned for his left leg. Chris's ankles latched around each other as Wesker pushed him against the edge of the table, setting his backside just barely on the table enough for Chris to lay back if he wanted. Chris only loosed his ankles slightly when Wesker's right hand slid between them and motioned for a bit of space to be given.

"W-Wait," Chris spoke in a muffle, pulling from the kiss.

"What now, Christopher?" Wesker growled as Chris pulled his arms from their position around Wesker's neck to settle behind him in a way to get comfortable.

"I've never done this. I don't know what to expect," Chris muttered, his gaze landing on Wesker's chest rather than his face.

"We are not having sex, Chris. Assuming you know the basics of-"

"We aren't?" For the first time, Chris looked up at Wesker who was towering over him.

"Of course not. I wouldn't without full intention of continuing into something even remotely serious and considering our current situation- Perhaps we could talk about this later?" He asked almost exasperatingly.

"Yeah, just do it," Chris muttered, leaning back and his gaze going to the lights shining above him.

Wesker paid no attention to the utter disappointment in Chris's voice; though it wasn't as if he assumed anything would come of this. He simply couldn't hide the fact that there was little hope, somewhere inside of him, that Wesker didn't have an expiration date and maybe things would change.

But again, Wesker was right. Chris was still the naïve brunet he always was and the very thought made Chris feel utterly ridiculous.

Chris was pulled from his thoughts when Wesker rolled his hips against Chris's, causing the brunet to emit a low moan. He sat up using both elbows and watched as Wesker rolled again, this time, Chris rolling up to meet Wesker's; This caused their arousals to collide and grind into each other. Chris found himself panting by the third mutual roll and felt the need to be touched further. Sitting up completely, he wrapped his arms around Wesker's neck again, supporting him so that now their arousals were pushed together and every movement, whether it was breathing or a simple reposition, was felt by both men. His mouth went to the blonde's ear and he pulled into him farther as he spoke.

"I want to be touched," he stated rather huskily before his own neck was suddenly attacked with nips and licks as a response.

Wesker moved his right hand from Chris's thigh to wrap around his throbbing arousal. Slowly, the blond began pumping his hand around Chris and it was just enough for a low groan to escape Chris's lips. A long few moments of slow pumping and a small stream of semen spilled from Chris's tip to slide down the shaft. Wesker smirked and ran a thumb over the tip, causing Chris to shudder and bite away at his lip to suppress a moan.

"D-Do you want me to-" Chris asked in a breath of shuttering whispers and Wesker chuckled, nipping roughly to cut the man off.

"Don't bother asking, Chris. Just do it," He demanded, teeth grabbing at Chris's earlobe.

Feeling ridiculous again as he internally scolded himself for attempting to ask, Chris unwrapped his right arm from around Wesker's neck and his hand searched for Wesker's member pressing into his before holding it fondly. Never having been in this situation with a man, he just chose the best option that came to his mind- do what he would do to himself and hope for the best; and so that's what he did.

Wesker continued to slowly pump Chris while the brunet started on the blond. His hand first wrapped around the head, his thumb brushing over the tip just enough to emit a trickle of semen and he used the small portion to lubricate Wesker.

Before long, both were able to keep the same speed and they were soon increasing said speed as the need to climax came ever closer. Both were panting, though Chris was much more obvious as his moans had turned into muffled whimpers in their kisses. True, he wanted to enjoy this time with Wesker but he was growing restless and wanted the man to go faster.

When he finally did, it still wasn't enough and Chris found himself internally begging. The touch wasn't enough, the kissing wasn't enough; but there was nothing Chris could do about it and he had to accept it.

And so, as Wesker rolled is hips again for the first time since they began, Chris moaned and found himself, even just momentarily, fine with their situation.

Chris whimpered into their kiss until he had to pull away from the blond when another shudder erupted through his body as Wesker's thumb rubbed at his slit. His forehead leaned against Wesker's shoulder as his own hand quickened- he never wanted the moment to end but the clenching in his stomach told him it had to and soon.

Wesker noticed the change and chuckled darkly before accepting the new speed and began following Chris's motion set. With nothing to do with his mouth, Wesker began biting harshly at Chris's shoulder, his teeth digging into the skin and causing various noises to escape Chris.

Abruptly, Wesker pushed heavily for a finish as he began pumping Chris rapidly. Just the mere shift in speed caused the brunet to completely turn breathless and soon, his own pumping was getting sloppy as he was unable to keep in rhythm with Wesker. It only took a brush of a thumb and a few rolls of Wesker's hips before Chris came. He rolled into Wesker's hand as he rode the orgasm, his pelvis practically gyrating through the finishing spasms.

Just as it stopped, still panting heavily, Chris sat up and looked down, realizing most of the streams of semen shot and landed on both of their chests.

"Switch positions with me," he muttered as he unhooked his ankles from the crook of Wesker's back and let them fall, the pads of his feet barely touching the cold floor beneath them due to his position on the table.

Wesker didn't question him and stepped back half a step, allowing Chris to slide from the table and take Wesker's spot while Wesker leaned against the table.

"What exactly are you doing, Christopher?" Wesker asked, an eyebrow raising as he watched Chris drop slowly to his knees.

In reality, Chris was rather unsure of what he was doing. Again, he was going by things that he liked and wasn't even sure if he would do any of it right but he wanted to try.

Without bothering with a verbal response, Chris leaned in and, while grabbing the base of Wesker's cock, hesitantly putting his lips around the head. The warmth caused a soft growl to escape Wesker's throat and this pushed Chris farther over Wesker, his tongue flicking over the tip before licking up the underside of the shaft. Pushing the member as far as he could into his mouth, which only left enough room for his hand twisted around the base, he hollowed his cheeks and began pulling his mouth back up, his hand following his lips while his tongue slid over the underside again.

Chris soon set himself into a rhythm and his stomach jumped when Wesker's head lulled to the side and his hand began gliding through his hair. The brunet knew when Wesker was approaching his climax because a grunt escaped gritted teeth and his fingers grasped at Chris's locks roughly. Chris let out a soft reverberating moan at the sudden pull at his hair and the pure vibration sent Wesker into thrusting fits while another low growl emitted from his throat.

Reluctantly, Chris took the mouth abuse and was able to hold the hot liquid in his mouth until Wesker was done. Pulling his lips from Wesker, Chris got up and rushed to the laboratory sink, spitting out the contents and rinsing out his mouth; not that the taste was bad. On the contrary, Chris found it intriguing, but he wanted to make sure it was completely out of his mouth before returning to kiss Wesker and considering it has been his first time, he wasn't too keen on swallowing the liquid.

When Chris returned to Wesker, he was picking up his clothing and slipping into his pants loosely. Chris reluctantly did the same, however, the mess still remained on his stomach and he felt suddenly disgusting as he pulled on his underpants without wiping up. As if on cue, Wesker pulled a small white rag from one of the cabinets and wet it before handing it to Chris in silence.

After wiping himself clean, he threw the rag into the sink across the room and finished buttoning his pants before sighing and sitting down.

The guilt was quickly coming back and the awkward air certainly wasn't helping.

"That was rather unexpected," Wesker spoke, sitting back where he had been prior to the incident.

"What was unexpected exactly? The whole thing or the end… er.. Thing?" Chris blushed and his gaze shifted but stayed on Wesker.

"The latter," Wesker chuckled quietly, his shirt still hanging from the back of his chair.

"Is that a good thing?"

"In more ways than one, yes. If you're looking for approval, Chris, then you have it," Wesker spoke with a smirk before looking to the work that was spread out in front of him. "However, I really need to work on this research and I believe you've distracted me enough."

"Yeah, I'll leave you to your work," Chris said hurriedly, a hand rubbing at the back of his neck as he stood up. He turned to leave but stopped and looked back at Wesker as his arm fell back to his side. He looked from the door back to Wesker before taking a few steps back and returning to Wesker's side. The blond turned to look at Chris only to have his lips taken over again for a long, parting kiss. "I hope we can do that again," he muttered when he pulled back.

"Nothing would have happened if I had no intention to continue, Christopher," Wesker spoke simply and Chris smiled.

"Alright," Chris stood up and began towards the door again. The moment his body stepped into the doorway, he looked over his shoulder and said loudly enough for Wesker to hear, "Wesker, if you get tired, do us both a favor and don't sleep in the armchair again."

"I wouldn't dare dream of it, Chris," Wesker called back smugly before Chris vanished from the doorway.

Chris was going to have a tough time sleeping due to the mix of guilt and sheer giddiness running through him but the exhaustion rubbing at his entire body was turning numbing so he needed to at least try.
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