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Prisoner in Your Own Mind	By : ThanklessRevolution Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 3259 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Resident, or any of the characters from from Resident Evil. I have not and will not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Quick note from the author:
I wrote this short story because I wanted to explore the dark relationship between Wesker and Chris without love between the two characters. I see the relationship as a twisted obsession on Wesker’s part, and Chris being the rebellious hero always fighting against the evil that Wesker has become. I wanted to see how dark it could become, help feedback on character phycology is welcome.
  The first thing Chris noticed was the pain from his shoulders being stretched taut over his head. Second was the ache in his knees pressed into unforgiving stone. The last thing he remembered was: Jill. After all this time he had finally found his old partner, under the control of man he hated most, Wesker. He, and his current partner Sheva Alomar had been forced into two on two combat, and considering his present circumstance it looked like they hadn’t come out of it on top.
            Groaning he eased his aching body back so that he rested upon his heals taking weight off his shoulders and opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. Cold tan stone blocks encircled him in a large pillared room, scones burned on the walls giving him just enough light to see by. So he was still in the temple then. He looked up at his suspended hands, bounded by a leather cord and held in place by a chain attached to a hook in the ceiling with the slack fastened to the wall next to an empty door way.
            Things didn’t seem to be looking up for him. He tugged testing the strength of his bonds, nope not good at all. He had to think of a way out of here fast before Wesker came back. The fact that he had kept Chris alive wouldn’t mean anything good. “Well, well you are finally awake.” A sneering voice came from the doorway. Chris closed his eyes as his stomach rolled at the sound, too late.
            Chris opened his eyes and forced himself to look at the man who had made most of his life a living hell. He glared at the dark figure, always in his customary black, blond hair slicked back, and shades in place covering the red glowing eyes that were the tell-tell sign that Wesker was not quite human. “What the fuck do you want Wesker? Where are Sheva and Jill? Why haven’t you killed me yet?” Chris spat muscles flexing against his bonds in an enraged attempt to kill the man with his bare hands. “You still have some fight in you Chris.” Wesker mocked Chris’ feeble attempts, “We will have to see what we can do about that.”
            The dark man walked over to his prisoner and Chris’ stomach rolled again, he saw the fist clench against black leather and instinctively recoiled as it collided with his jaw, his head buzzed with pain.
            Hanging against his bonds, head turned into his arm, Chris spat, red hitting the stone. He laughed at looked at Wesker, “That is your plan? Going to beat me to death. I was expecting something more refined from you? I’m honestly disappointed.” He goaded, thinking himself stupid even as he said it, did he really want to provoke someone like Wesker. Not that it mattered, it seemed his time was finally up anyway, but as always Chris would fight until the end.
            Wesker however just smiled calmly, readjusting his glasses, “I’ve grown somewhat bored of our games Chris. You’ve been a throne in my side for far too long.”
            “So slit my throat and be done with it.”
            Wesker pulled a long serrated blade from a sheath at his belt, walking slowly behind Chris until he was out of sight.
            Chris’ heart pounded in his chest as he felt strong hands grip his hair, yanking his head back exposing his throat. He stared up at Wesker defiant, this was the end, he wouldn’t show fear, would never give Wesker what he wanted. He felt the cold blade placed under his jaw the tip nicking his left ear. He felt the blood pulsing in his throat, it would only take seconds for him to bleed out if Wesker got the jugular artery, and maybe his pumping heart would make his death even quicker.
            In what Chris thought were his last seconds he jammed his eyes closed, he couldn’t help it, he had fought for so long and he didn’t want to die like this. “I’m not just going to kill you Chris, I’m going to break you.” Wesker hissed, and Chris felt hard unforgiving lips pressed against his own. Chris was momentarily shocked; his eyes snapped open as Wesker’s tongue forced its way passed Chris’ teeth probing his mouth.
            The surprise of the new situation he had found himself in wore off quickly, and he struggled against Wesker’s grip, painfully aware of the blade still pressed to his throat as its sharp edge caused a trickle of blood run to down his chest. Wesker pulled the knife back and released his captive. “I’m not going to let you off that easy Chris.” He warned.
            Chris clenched his teeth and tried to pull himself to standing, “You sick bastard!” He raged through gritted teeth. There was a sharp jab to the back of his knee and he fell forward again, his already abused shoulder’s screamed in agony, as they took most of his weight.
            Wesker moved serenely to face him and looked down smiling, “Defiant as ever,” he purred. “I guess that is why it’s always been you Chris, the big hero, there to foil my plans again, and again, and again.” The end of the sentence rising is pent up-fury, showing what Albert Wesker truly was behind his calm façade. He turned long dark coat whirling, lifting his hands up so that he looked like a sick mockery of Christ upon the cross. “But you have never understood what I am trying to accomplish, the glory that I will bring to this pitiful world of humans.”
            “You’re insane Wesker. End of story.” Chris whispered barely audible.
            Wesker whirled on him again. Grabbing his faced and pressing them together in another violent kiss. “This time, I’ve finally won.” He said when he pulled back at last, “Time for you to accept your place in my new world!” He stood fully pulled out his knife again placing it under Chris’ shirt and it one swift motion exposed Chris’ well-muscled Chest.
            Wesker then slowly plucked the gloves from his fingers, tossing them to the side then dropped his coat behind him, and lastly unzipped and discarded his shirt. Chris watched this display in dread; he knew exactly what this new game of Wesker’s was. He had always felt like he was a mouse and Wesker the Cat constantly trying to devour him, but this was so much worse.
            Wesker stepped in closing the distance between them, the heat radiating from him, and for the first time Chris noticed the large bulge in the front of the man’s pants. Wesker traced a hand down his toned core and un-snapped the closer on his pants, enjoying the fear in Chris’ eyes.
            Chris looked up into his face, sunglasses still in place, “You can’t possibly think I’ll just go along with this. Please Albert, we used to be friends, please don’t do this.” He searched the hoping beyond words that there was even one shred of his old Captain left there.
            Wesker had paused, his pants fully unzipped, exposing just a hint of tight black boxers. Chris waited with bated breath, maybe there was a chance, he thought.
            “Are you really trying to use our past to stop me?” Wesker laughed, “You really are too much Chris.” He leaned into Chris, giving him what could have been a peck on the lips, and then patted his cheek almost fondly. “I won’t deny there had always been something between us.
            Hope died in Chris as Wesker stretched back up then grabbed himself pulling his large pulsing erection out. He thrust his hips forward grabbing Chris’ head. Eyes pressed shut Chris felt the hot skin brush against his tightly closed lips. “Open your mouth Chris.” Wesker demanded. Chris waited unmoving. “I said open your mouth!” He felt fingers forced into his mouth pulling his jaw down, and choked as Wesker forced himself into Chris.
            Tears streamed from Chris’ eyes, he struggled violently trying to pull himself back, but strong hands were on the back of his head keeping him in place. “As always you refuse to cooperate.” Wesker signed, he pumped himself into Chris’ mouth, hip thrusting lightly. Chris gagged, refusing to give up the fight.
            Wesker relented, releasing his grip on Chris and pulling back. “Maybe we need to try this a different way.” He suggested as Chris choked and spat, wishing desperately to rid himself of the salty taste now on his tongue.
            “Jill, come here please.” Wesker called lightly, and Chris’ head shot up. “No!” he cried in panic. The lithe figure of his partner appeared in the doorway, clad in a tight body suit, the glowing red device that controlled her still attached firmly on her chest. She moved into Wesker’s outstretched hand, and he stroked her once chestnut hair, now turned blonde because of what she had been subject to.
            “Jill!” Chris cried again, “Wesker please, don’t hurt her, please I’ll do anything you want, just not her!”
            “It’s too late for that Chris.” Wesker replied quite gleeful as this response. He delicately unzipped Jill’s body suit. She stood passively as he pushed it down and let it fall from her shoulder exposing her naked breasts.
            Chris was inaudible with rage; he strained violently against his bonds, sweating, and swearing. Wesker pulled the rest of the suit from Jill and gently guided her to her knees. Jill took Wesker into her mouth licking and sucking without reservation. Wesker purred in delight.
            “At least someone knows how to do this properly.” He said looking Chris straight in the eye, Jill gently kissing the head of his penis. Wesker bucked his hips as she licked the underside of his shaft, “She is quite good Chris. Did you teach her?” “Leave her along, you sick fuck!” Chris shouted, voice horse, his wrists starting to bleed as the leather chaffed from his struggle.
            Wesker’s smile was ominous, “Ah, I see, you never got the chance. Too busy chasing me, always too busy being the hero, to spare a thought to the people who loved you.” He bucked his hips again into Jill’s mouth. “Maybe I should give you a taste of what you’ve been missing?”
            He stopped Jill with a gentle hand to her shoulder, and guided her up and over to Chris. Chris stared up at her, tears in his eye. She was still beautiful, she always had been to him, the sight of her pale naked body something he had dreamed of often, but had never pursued for fear of damaging their relationship. After the Spencer Estate, after she had sacrificed herself to save him by throwing herself, taking Wesker with her out the window, then been declared dead after no body was found, he didn’t think he would ever get the chance to tell her… He had wanted to be with her, but not like this, never like this.
            Wesker took the chain from the wall and gave a vicious yank pulling Chris to his feet. He moved back to Jill who stood waiting, her glazed eyes uninterested in her surroundings. Wesker reached his arms around her, fondling a breast from behind, smirking at Chris. He kissed her neck, and whispered in her ear.
            “Jill, look at me,” Chris pleaded, “You don’t have to do this, fight it!”
            Jill knelt before him, unzipping his pants and exposing him. He didn’t struggle; he didn’t want to hurt her, just bowed his head in defeat as he felt her smooth hand tighten around his flaccid penis, pumping softly urging it to harden.
            Against his will, his body responded to her touch, her soft lips locked around him tongue swirling around the head of his shaft. She sucked, her tongue sliding along his penis and he moaned into her, hating himself.
            “Jill.” He gasped looking down into her blank eyes, he moaned again as she took him just a little deeper into her mouth, “Jill, I am so sorry.”
            “Very touching.” Wesker said, and Chris glared up at him, teeth bared. “But it’s time to move on.”
            Wesker moved over to the pair, had removed the last of his clothes, fully exposed but as poised as ever. He stroked Chris’ chest, tracing the muscles, Chris jerked slightly in revulsion. “Careful, wouldn’t want to hurt our darling Jill.” Wesker warned. She was continuing with no notice until Wesker guided her up, her arms wrapped around Chris, her lips gently kissing his, the taste of his own pre-cum in her mouth, Chris responded his tongue fighting hers.
            Unnoticed Wesker had moved back the wall, taking the chain down, and releasing the slack. Jill guided Chris to the ground, and poised herself over him she grabbed his erect penis and pressed herself down onto it. Chris moaned his still bound hands finding her hips. She rocked, his penis hitting against her walls in pleasure. She leaned forward, cradling his head with her arms and kissed him passionately, and he thrust up into her.
            That’s when he felt his pants being yanked off forcefully, and a slick finger found it’s way into his exposed hole. “No.” he said teeth gritted, trying to pull away. Jill quickened her pace, pumping herself up and down, the sound of them striking together filling his ears.
            From behind Wesker lifted the entangled couple up slightly to give him room to press his throbbing erection against Chris’ hole. It was tight and Wesker gasped as he slipped into his rival, filling him violently.
            Chris could not stop; he thrust up into Jill again and again as she came down to meet him, while Wesker drove himself urgently into Chris.
            Closing his eyes, he willed himself to pretend, it was just him and Jill that the moment he had longed for had finally happened. Giving one more plunge upward, hands forcing her down against him Chris shuddered has he expelled himself into her, and felt Wesker’s cum fill him, their fluids mixing together.
            Chris lay back, used, depleted. He felt Wesker pulling out of him, and felt Jill leave him, “Well that was fun Chris.”
            A few moments passed, the shuffling noise of fabric being pulled onto bodies, Chris didn’t bother to look.
            “Sadly our time is up Chris.” Wesker said with the grate of the knife being pulled once again from its sheath. Wesker loomed over him, the blade held ready.
            The boom of gunfire sounded, and Wesker rushed back with his super human speed, eyes darting up as Sheva rushed in pistol trained on him, “Stop right there Wesker.” She said commandingly.
            “I guess we’ll get to play again later, but I have somewhere to be.” Wesker said to Chris and bolted for the exit, Jill following, as Sheva fired trying to stop their retreat.
            They were gone, Sheva rushed to Chris’ side, kneeling next to him. “Chris, are you okay.” She asked heavily, taking in his state. He rolled onto his side and dry heaved, wishing he could expel every moment of what had just happened.
            Sheva’s warm hand touched his back, she was silent, not attempting to comfort him, or tell him that it would be okay, just that she was there.
            After a while, Chris stood, silently dressed, and checked his weapons. He wouldn’t think about what had just happened, he would push it down, to the back of his mind with every other horror in his life, and this time he was finally going to kill that bastard.
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