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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 13:.

Offer

It was nice. For once, Chris's mind was completely blank. The brunet sat on his knees in front of the bedside table while his eyes drifted out of the window. His arms were crossed in front of him, allowing him to lean on the table and set his chin promptly on one of his wrists. It was still daylight, though barely, and the sun was setting on the opposite side of the facility but the entire savannah that spread for miles was bright orange, a sight that he found rather stunning.

Chris originally ended up in this position to think about Sheva and her current state or perhaps try to trigger more of the lost memory. Instead, the B.S.A.A member found himself entranced by the beauty of Africa. It was a sight. Even with the lack of animals and civilization, it didn't look empty; It looked untouched and pure- despite the random half built Tricell facility contaminating it all.

The sun began descending, slowly sending everything into deep shadows and pulling Chris from his trance. He was soon thrust back into his worry and guilt as his mind flip flopped back and forth between Sheva's safety and his developing relationship with Wesker (or whatever the hell it was).

Chris hadn't forgotten about Sheva, or Jill for that matter. His comfort in their whereabouts stemmed from reassurance given by his arch enemy and somehow it was enough. Everything was changed now that Chris saw Wesker grab onto Sheva's ankle and he saw the desperate look in her eye. The look that portrayed so much emotion; terror, surprise, submission, and most of all perseverance. Despite wanting to get out earlier in the mission, she knew what she was in for and she knew that if put into that position what she would do- and she was sure as hell about to do whatever it took.

Chris exhaled quietly and stood from his spot, his calves aching slightly as he stretched them before he made his way to the door. The hero knew where he was going but he couldn't deny the slight fear bubbling in his stomach.

Stepping across the hallway and through the automatic door, he wasn't surprised to find Wesker submerged in his work. He was standing, with his chair knocked back behind him, and several filled flasks in front of him. He was mixing each flask into three separate test tubes with a small eye dropper and, from Chris's position, was mixing them extremely carefully.

The brunet waited until Wesker set down the last of the test tubes and turned to look at Chris.

"I assume you're interrupting my work to converse about your newly unveiled memory," He said as he gave a fleeting look towards the setting test tubes. Sighing, he turned the chair behind him right side up and sat in it, motioning for Chris to sit beside him. "You have approximately ten minutes for the chemicals to bond and I suggest you speak quickly."

"Well, alright-" Chris felt rushed with the sudden time limit but, nonetheless, pushed for words. "- What exactly did you hear when I was having my… er.."

"Episode?" Chris sighed impatiently and nodded. "I heard enough to identify which moment you were remembering. Mind you, this isn't an enjoyable memory for me either. However, I believe your little recollection was shortened and you're sitting beside me to question the truth behind the wellbeing of your partner," Wesker's slightly English voice made the whole statement sound accusing but Chris still nodded.

"Yeah, I suppose I am," Chris's response came in a bit of a disappointed whisper but he needed to know. He had a feeling, somewhere inside of him, that he would remember the rest of the scene eventually but he needed some sort of reassurance until then.

"She shot me and I let go. The accident happened and- the rest, I've already told you. She did not, however, fall with me. You will eventually remember the events but until then I refuse to waste time taking you through everything that occurred beyond that point."

"If you're telling me the truth then are you sure she was just unconscious when you saw her? Are you sure she wasn't-"

"Chris, if you aren't going to believe what I say then why bother asking?"

"Reassurance? Comfort? I just want to make sure she's okay. Is that so bad?"

Wesker smirked.

"No, I suppose not. It's simply…. Human," Wesker's eyes met Chris's behind his sunglasses but he quickly chuckled and turned away. "I remain with the answer I gave you days ago. If that answer isn't acceptable then I simply can't assist you."

Chris thought about it a long moment, his eyes on the beakers sitting on the table in front of Wesker. It was still difficult to sit and talk with the blond as if he wasn't his enemy but it seemed to come naturally. Chris no longer felt as if he had to have constant defenses up and he would almost push it to say he felt comfortable with him. However, was he really willing to push blindly believing his enemy? The self proclaimed God that was, just a few weeks ago, trying to take over the world?

"I guess that's an okay answer. You can't exactly be picky with answers when you only have one," Chris muttered as his hand rubbed at the back of his neck awkwardly, a habit he caught himself doing more often as of late.

"I assume that's all you wanted?" Wesker asked cautiously though Chris could practically see the hope for the end of their conversation in his tight lips.

"Yeah, sorry to disturb you," Chris muttered, his eyes flicking from the beakers to Wesker. Chris stood and slowly pushed in his chair, debating whether to even bring up the second topic he had haunting his mind. He took several steps towards the door, his lower lip between his teeth in contemplation.

"What is it, Chris?" Wesker asked in exasperation just as Chris reached the door. Turning, Chris eyed Wesker with a look of worry before sighing and rushing back to his seat.

"I just- Why didn't you ever bring it up?"

"Must you be so vague?" the blond asked, his thumb and forefinger moving to pinch the bridge of his nose under his glasses.

"Back in S.T.A.R.S. You never told me about that kiss," Chris muttered, his eyes falling as he suddenly became intrigued with the tile flooring.

"I assumed you wished it to remain forgotten. As you said, it never happened," Wesker replied simply, his gaze falling over the awkward Redfield.

"I don't even remember being that drunk. How could I forget it so easily?" Wesker sighed, more out of the fact that the two were still conversing on the topic, but decided to respond.

"It's rather simple to force yourself to forget things. Added with the effects of alcohol, I imagine without any sort of reminder to the events, your mind remained unaware and you remained content without knowing," Wesker's response did little to ease Chris and when the blond saw this, he continued. "Consider this, do you think anything would have changed if I had reminded you of the whole event?"

Chris merely shrugged causing Wesker to chuckle.

"Do you believe something would have perhaps flourished if I had?"

"I don't… I don't know. It's stupid to even think it would have but we don't know and that's what bothers me, I guess. I hate not knowing," Chris muttered as he sat on a nearby table, an audible groan escaping from Wesker.

"Chris, unlike you, I'm fully aware that nothing would have come from that alcohol induced kiss. My job was to uphold the façade of Captain of the team and I was not going to tolerate failure," Wesker spoke sternly in hopes of it being the end of the discussion.

It wasn't.

"Is that how you feel now? About what happened last night?"

"Chris, this conversation won't end well and both of us are fully aware of that. It would be in your best interest to avoid questions regarding the events of last night," Wesker spoke before turning to look at the flasks that were beginning to change color. "I do believe your time is up," Wesker stated as he stood and picked up the discarded eye dropper.

"Right-" Chris muttered as he slid off of the table and began sulking towards the doorway. Just as he stepped up to the door to cause it to open, Wesker's voice made him stop.

"Again tonight?"

It took a long moment for the brunet to realize it was a question.

"Uh what?" He asked, turning slightly to look back at the blond who remained focus on his task.

"I won't repeat myself," was his cold response.

Chris didn't need Wesker to repeat himself, he was fully aware of what the blond meant.

"Do you actually want to? I mean-"

"If I didn't, I wouldn't be offering," Chris could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Y-Yeah," was Chris's weak and lack of confidence response.

"Very well. I'll join you in a bit."

Wesker's nonchalant response came to a bit of a surprise to Chris. There was that lingering question of whether or not they would do anything again but he surely didn't expect Wesker to just come out and offer. It was odd but as Chris thought about it, he found it more intriguing and after long, he decided it was best not to question it.

Upon leaving, Chris gave a quiet response and returned to their bedroom. His bedroom? The brunet quickly gave up that thought battle and switched to what he was going to do while he waited for Wesker to finish his work.

Chris switched on a light and looked around the room with mixed feeling. It was awkward, even standing alone. What was he suppose to do until Wesker finished? Just sit around and be patient?

Shrugging to himself, he sighed and took a seat on the bed, looking over himself as he sat. He raked his fingers through his hair in a failed attempt to tidy it. After a few awkward moments of simply sitting, he decided he should probably get comfortable and relax a bit. Using both arms, he slid further into the bed, both legs sliding uselessly with his body until he was leaning against the headboard. The brunet sat forward slightly as he began messing with the pillows behind him, tossing some about the room while others repositioned. When he was content, he leaned back and jumped when the headboard hit the wall with a reverberating thump.

It was then when he began overanalyzing his situation. Would that movement of the headboard become an issue as the night progressed? Should Chris turn out the light now or wait until Wesker arrived? Should he get undressed now or await Wesker? Why didn't he just say no?

He should have just said no.

It was wrong; everything was wrong. In fact, Chris couldn't find one thing about their arrangement that was right. Chris had feelings for the blond that were, quite clearly, not reciprocated and yet here he sat. Chris had, not one, but two lost partners out there somewhere searching for him or otherwise unknown; for all Chris knew they both assumed he was dead. Then there was the fact that he had feelings for his nemesis in the first place but he wasn't going to even begin to go down that confusing road again; it was too difficult for his mind to wrap around in the first place.

Yet, in all of Chris's thinking and pondering, he never asked the question that lingered. The question that he knew was there but avoided thinking about at all costs in attempts to avoid the answer.

Why the hell was Wesker doing any of this in the first place?

What does the blond gain from any of this besides the obvious sexual release?

Surely there had to be more behind it but the brunet had no logical answers to what it could be.

His thoughts were quickly jumbled as the blond entered the room, closing the door behind him. Chris quickly sat up, his ankles crossing awkwardly at the end of his extended legs while his eyes followed Wesker around the room. Without speaking, he began picking off his gloves, finger by finger, with his back turned to Chris. He turned on his heel, his gloves now sitting on the armchair, and began treading slowly to turn off the light.

When the light finally did switch off, Chris found himself blinded. His eyes were spotting in the darkness and with the lack of moonlight, the brunet was left blind. Quietly, he heard the sound of Wesker's glasses being set on the bedside table and soon after, the bed dipped to his left. Chris felt the bed dip again and the weight on the bed shift before his lips were suddenly colliding with the blonde's. As their jaws moved together, Wesker slipped a knee over Chris successfully straddling the brunet.

Chris took both motions by surprise and unexpectedly moaned into the kiss when he felt Wesker sit over him. A shiver jolted through the B.S.A.A member when he felt warm fingers press into his clothed sides, pulling and tugging at the bottom trim of his shirt playfully. Wesker chuckled quietly into the kiss and his fingers began progressing under the clothing. Slowly they crept up the sides of his waist before both hands met at the center of Chris's toned chest. Wesker's fingers continued to trace various muscles and lines blindly under the cloth while his tongue pushed to claim Chris's mouth.

The brunet gave no disobedience and was pleased when their tongued clashed and played before beginning to explore each other in depth. Wesker's tongue began poking at the tip of Chris's tongue at first before, skillfully, sliding over it and licking at the top underside of Chris's mouth. His tongue hit each bump gracefully before dipping back down and tangling it with Chris's again.

When Chris finally decided that he should keep his hands busy, he began to feel around for Wesker's body. Eventually, his right hand ghosted over warm skin and Chris came to the realization that Wesker had removed his shirt, and possibly other articles of clothing, when he turned out the light. Chris felt Wesker's lips tighten and his tongue stop as the brunette's fingers began gliding over the blonde's golden skin. Chris pulled from the frozen kiss, his hands stopping their motion but remained glued to Wesker.

"You can touch me but I can't touch you?" Chris asked impatiently as he panted for air.

"There's quite a difference," Wesker said, his hands removing themselves from Chris's chest until they found his hands. The blond pushed Chris's prying hands away and set them back on the sides of the bed before leaning back into the kiss.

His lips touched Chris's unexpectedly and Chris pulled away, his eyes glaring at the dark shadow that was Wesker.

"How is it different?" Chris asked, his hands tingling as Wesker released them.

"Chris, this is another conversation that will end badly-"

"Let it. Just because it'll end badly doesn't mean it should be avoided."

"Is now really the opportune moment for this?" Wesker didn't wait for Chris to respond before pushing for another kiss. This time, his right hand cupped Chris's neck while his thumb traced the brunette's jaw line which allowed Wesker to kiss Chris without him pulling away. After a long, hard kiss, Wesker pulled back ever so slightly, just enough for their lips to slightly be apart.

"I'm bringing it up after," Chris muttered before leaning his head up to reconnect their lips once again. The kiss was brief due to Chris pulling his shirt off and tossing it somewhere across the room. Their lips quickly reunited, melting together as Chris's hands kept busy with his pants. Wesker's right hand remained on the side of Chris's face while his left explored the newly unveiled skin.

Wesker broke the kiss when Chris was having trouble simply finding the tops of his pants due to all the different motions going on about him. Using his right hand, his thumb slowly began tracing Chris's jaw line until it met his chin where his middle and forefinger ghosted over Chris's parted lips. Without any sort of direction, Chris opened his mouth further and allowed Wesker to slide both fingers across the others' tongue. The brunet closed his lips around both digit and sucked them, assuming the action was meant as a sort of aphrodisiac to intensify Wesker's arousal- however, the blond had other ideas.

As soon as the sound of unzipping caught Wesker's ear, he smirked and immediately dove into action. Chris was, yet again, taken by surprise when the blond suddenly slipped his right hand out from between his lips to under both layers of cloth and met the partial arousal. A gasp escaped Chris's lips and Wesker took this chance to slide his tongue between the brunette's lips.

The villain's fingers skillfully wrapped around Chris's still covered length and slowly he began moving his fist. Wesker remained at a painfully slow but steady speed, his slick fingers worked Chris before suddenly shifting slightly. He continued pumping the brunet but he used his forefinger specifically to apply slick pressure to the underside of Chris's shaft as his hand pulled it down, causing the B.S.A.A. agent to moan out and grasp eagerly at the comforter beneath them. The brunette's head arched back when Wesker dragged the slick finger back up the underside of Chris then repeated the motion. When Wesker returned back to simply pumping Chris, the brunet was audibly panting and trying to catch his breath at the same time.

"W-Wesker-"

The skillful blond was able to wrack Chris with moans as he began twisting his wrist as he went down the brunette's member. To continue Chris's silence, Wesker quickened his pace and his grip tightened. The brunet moaned when Wesker's thumb brushed over his head, rubbing small circles on his corona before sliding back down, repeating the twisting motion and causing Chris to thrust up unexpectedly. Wesker used his weight to keep Chris's hips glued to the bed before speaking.

"Chris, slide out of our pants," Wesker commanded quietly as he continued at his steady pace.

Panting, Chris nodded into the darkness and began pushing his pants from both sides of his waist, shimmying his body in attempts to keep the cloth moving since he couldn't simply lift his body. When Chris felt cold air hit his member, he cursed under his breath and stopped trying to push the layers of cloth. Both layers were secured at his upper thigh and sat bunched underneath Wesker.

Wesker smirked and slid off of Chris unexpectedly, his hand ceasing to stroke the brunet as he sat comfortably on his knees.

"Turn onto your stomach," he said, watching Chris as he obeyed with a bit of a groan.

When Chris was on his stomach, Wesker positioned him so that he was sitting on his knees with his chest pressed into the bed and his head resting on a pillow. The B.S.A.A. member was blushing madly through the darkness now that his pants had fallen to his knees involuntarily and his backside was now exposed to both the darkness and Wesker.

Chris felt the bed shift and he felt weight behind him. As if to clarify his presence, Wesker placed both hands on Chris's exposed hips and his thumbs began rubbing circles on the exposed skin. Chris shifted uncomfortably at this motion as he didn't know how he felt to being touched so sensually by his enemy but the blond quickly stopped. The weight on the bed that was Wesker shifted again and this time, he was reaching from all the way behind Chris and extending his forefinger, middle, and ring finger to the brunet.

"Suck," Wesker's dark voice was enough to drive Chris over the edge but without any sort of stimulation- that wouldn't happen any time soon.

Chris obeyed and took all three into his mouth, his tongue glossing over each digit separately as he wet each to his best ability. When Wesker found it acceptable, he pulled his fingers back from the brunet and repositioned himself behind Chris. He maneuvered his fingers through the darkness, leaving a small trail of saliva across Chris's backside, until he found the small entrance of puckered skin that he was looking for. Chris let out a soft sound of disproval before Wesker chuckled and pushed his forefinger through. Chris immediately tensed, his hands in fists around clutches of the pillow beneath him. His eyes squeezed closed and he stood as still as possible.

"Wesker I-I really wasn't expecting-" Chris began, the desperate wishes of the event to finish clear in his voice.

"Relax," Wesker urged quietly, his finger stopping at the knuckle as he awaited Chris to obey.

"W-Why should I?" The brunet asked rather breathlessly. "Why should I t-trust you?"

"You shouldn't, Chris. Perhaps you can use that faith that you claimed each of us had the other day, hm?" Wesker offered.

Chris sighed under his breath and obeyed, unclenching his body in attempts to relax. The stinging pain that was once there dissipated to just a slight discomfort and he exhaled shakily as Wesker continued to push his forefinger until the digit was completely sheathed.

Chris distantly wondered what this was meant to achieve and what Wesker's plans were but his mind immediately fell back into a haze when a second finger entered him. He clutched the pillow beneath him tighter as both fingers worked his insides. Just as Chris found himself relaxing into this strange position, Wesker's fingers pressed into the cluster that he knew as his prostate.

"Hah…" was all that escaped him before he buried his face into the pillow to muffle his moans. Wesker applied pressure with the pads of both his fingers as he rubbed the spot rhythmically. Chris tilted his head to the side for air and let out a low groan, panting from loss of air.

"Perhaps now would be a good time to touch yourself," Wesker offered, the deep English accent lacing from his tongue and through Chris.

Blushing in the darkness, Chris obeyed and removed his hand from the clutches of his pillow. Reaching down between his raised thighs, he found his arousal. He bit his lip as a low whine escaped him and wrapped his fist carefully around the sensitive member. Slowly, he began pumping himself while fighting the urge to thrust into his own hand.

The blonde's free hand began exploring the hero, his fingers tracing hot and sweaty skin as they glazed over Chris's trembling hips. Chris could feel his knees weaken considerably with the sensual touches and it worsened when Wesker decided to insert the third, and hopefully last, digit. This action caused Chris to let out a groan of discomfort as the stinging pain from his backside returned. His hand completely froze despite the two fingers still rubbing at his prostate. It was a strange feeling and there was nothing in existence that he could compare both feelings of pain and pleasure coursing through his body. It wasn't until Wesker's free hand reached around Chris's hips, grabbed hold of the brunette's hand, and began forcing it to continue to move that Chris decided that the pain was worth the pleasure.

"There was a reason I told you to do that," Wesker spoke gruffly and continued guiding Chris's hand idly while the third finger joined the other digits massaging Chris's insides.

With the added pressure, Chris's head spun and he had to rest his forehead on his forearm to keep himself from burying himself into his pillow again. He was panting and couldn't help the moans and curses falling absentmindedly from his mouth. Finally, when Wesker's thumb pulled away from Chris's fingers to stroke up the underside of the brunette's arousal, Chris felt his stomach clench.

As Chris finished, he couldn't stop himself from bucking his hips into both his and Wesker's grasp. Wesker's digits were squeezed and pushed together by the sudden tightness and Chris's body physically shook as Wesker continued to abuse his insides until the brunette's seed finished spilling.

Wesker slipped his fingers from Chris's entrance and sat back to examine the dark, panting silhouette. Chris religiously fought the urge collapse on the spot but knew that would result in laying in the mess he just created on the comforter beneath him. The B.S.A.A. agent distantly felt the bed shift and knew Wesker had gotten up. He shielded himself when the door was opened and the light momentarily revealed the panting, sweaty mess that was Chris.

Wesker vanished from the room and the door closed again, giving Chris a chance to slide off the side of the bed. With nothing else to use, he wiped himself on the comforter before folding it over, pulling it off and tossing it, with little force, into the corner. The brunet quickly pulled up his pants and sat back onto the bed, his perspiring forehead quickly being wiped by his forearm.

Chris jumped when Wesker returned to the room and, for the first time since the light was shut off, he was able to see the blond. He was shirtless, the gold in his skin fading and making it an interesting color mixed between a pale peach and gold.

Wesker smirked at the jumpy brunet before shutting the door. Chris was, yet again, blind and was again startled when his lips collided with Wesker's. He accepted them, fully prepared to pay the actions back (most likely in another oral show but he hadn't planned it that far just yet). Before Chris was able to set hands on the blond, Wesker moved over him and disconnected the kiss. Chris frowned in confusion and watched the shadow lay beside him. Wesker was turned with his back to Chris but when he didn't feel Chris settle in, he rolled onto his back to look at the brunet.

"Is that it?" Chris asked quietly, his eyes scanning the darkness beside him for the blond.

"Was this not up to your expectations?" Wesker asked carefully, sitting up.

"Y-yes. I mean no. I just figured-" Chris was stumbling over his words and he was highly aware of his flushed cheeks. "I don't know. I thought you might want me to repay the- er- favor."

Wesker chuckled and Chris's cheeks flushed darker.

"Is that what you wish to do?" Wesker asked with intrigued interest.

"W-Well, I don't know-" Chris suddenly grew quiet but his eyes stayed on Wesker's figure as he felt suddenly glad that the blond couldn't see his face. "Y-Yeah. I guess I do."

"You don't sound very sure of yourself, Chris," Wesker taunted quietly, humor lacing his words.

"Wesker-" Chris groaned out, his head falling into his palms. "I-I'm sure."

"Very well. Tomorrow then," Wesker said simply before laying back.

"Tomorrow? Why not tonight?" Chris asked hastily as he turned on his side and began slowly melting into the bed.

"You're obviously exhausted and if you're going to repay me for what I just did, you'll need to be well rested," Wesker said with a small smirk though Chris missed it.

"Fair enough, I guess," Chris muttered, his head resting uneasily on his pillow. "Hey, Wesker?" The two words came in just above a whisper.

"Just do it, Chris," he muttered.

Chris bit his lip in excitement and he shuffled closer to the blond, his right arm draping over Wesker's stomach while Chris's head sat on his shoulder. He stayed as still as he possibly could for a long few minutes before Wesker's right arm wrapped around Chris and rested on his waist. Chris didn't know if this gesture was meant to relax him or if Wesker merely put it there because he wanted to.

Either way, Chris melted into Wesker and found himself asleep within a matter of moments.
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