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“Well hello there” a stranger’s smooth drawl hits Chris through the haze of alcohol. despite his best efforts. The glass of whiskey goes down his throat. He taps it on the table to order another.
“What brings you to this corner of the world American?” the man continues, not dissuaded by the silence.
Chris sends a side glance to examine the stranger. Graying hair tied back in a messy bun, strands falling over dark circle glasses. The white shirt has seen better days, under a tattered coat that is not any better.
Chris downs the drink the bartender places before him. “What do you want?” He signals for more whiskey. He is not anywhere near blacking out and that is his only goal this night.
“Many things.” The man shrugs,
His smug grin serves to both intrigue and annoys Chris in equal measure.
“Right now, I want to buy a friend a drink” He gestures to the bartender, followed by several words in the local language that Chris is too drunk to decipher.
“We are not friends” Chris scoffs. He does not have any friends, not anymore. He taps his empty glass again, the glass crackles with the threat of breaking.
“Then we should get to know each other” The man smiles wider. “You come here often?” he drawls, his best impression of being sexy.
Chris looks up and blinks, wondering if the man is joking, yet the expression stays dead serious.
He chuckles. “Do I… come here often?” he starts to laugh with mirth he hasn’t felt in a long time. he has not heard that line since the nineties.
“Glad you find me so hilarious” There is a hint of offense taken in the stranger's tone, a small pout at the lips.
Chris tries to catch his breath, forcing himself to calm down. He wipes away tears from the corner of his eyes.
“Karl Heisenberg” The stranger holds out his hand.
Chris thinks for a moment, looking over the man. He does have an attractive air about him, confidence mixed with mischief.
The outstretched hand falters, and doubt crosses Heisenberg's face. Chris decides to accept the introduction, the hand is rough and calloused to the touch.
“Chris Redfield.” their touch seems to last too long in Chris’ skewed sense of time.
The bartender places two beers on the counter. One of the more expensive brands.
“Shit” Chris swears. “Are you serious…?” he grumbles. “If you are trying to… to…cut me...off?” Chris slurs, and swears. He takes the bottle of beer. “Heisenberg…” he narrows his eyes. “Sounds familiar…” he takes a deep gulp from the bottle as though that will clear his mind.
“You live around here?” he decides to ask.
The man chuckles. “You could say that.”
“Do I know you, do I know where you ...live?” Chris furrows his brow.
The man scoffs. “Sure if you make a habit of wandering in dead-end fucking woods.” he rolls his eyes.
“Drinking to forget or remember?” Heisenberg waves Chris' suspicions off with the well-placed questions.
Chris downs the beer. “Forget” he grumbles. His voice cracks despite best efforts to keep the grief tampered down. He takes Heisen’s beer that the man has not touched.
“Do you want help with that?” the smug grin only grows wider, he runs his hand over Chris’ knee with a confident grip.
Chris looks around the bar, it is mostly empty. He grabs the stranger by the collar. “You better not be fucking with me for some joke,” Chris growls. “I have too much to...to…” he trails off.
Heisenberg takes him by the hand clutching the rough fabric. “What if I am, what are you going to do about it.” There is a hunger in the silver eyes behind the glasses.
Chris licks his lips. He does need a distraction. He pulls the stranger even closer into a rough but precise kiss.
Heisenberg freezes in unprepared surprise before melting into the desperate touch.
When they pull apart, they are both breathless, chests rising in rapid succession.
The man’s glasses are crooked, a bright blush at his cheeks, obvious even in the dark.
Chris smirks, a small tilt to his lips, glad to have wiped that smug grin away.
He pats the man’s thigh. “Who is going to make who forget?” he gets up with a laugh, taking the beer. He drops some cash on the table with a generous tip just as he does every night. It is about the time when they cut him off anyway, and he will probably find better luck in another bar.
x-x-x
Heisenberg hesitates, now uncertain. He did not think his flirting would get him as far as a kiss, not that quickly.
The bartender comes back to snatch the cash. She laughs.
“You going to sit there all day hoe, or going to go after that piece of meat Heisen?” she says in Romanian, tapping him on the shoulder.
“Shut the fuck up bitch” Heisen flips her off. “It is none of your fucking business,” he growls back in the same language
She scoffs. “Drinking in my bar, dam right it is. Besides, I have a bet with Donna if you can finally get yourself laid by anyone but a lycan” she laughs more, wiping down the counter.
“Just watch me, you shits are going to own me money.” he flips her off again as he gets up.
“Wait, Redfield was it?” Heisenberg calls just as the door closes behind the American.
x-x-x
Chris glances back to see Heisenberg yelling something in the local language with agitation, making no move to follow. Chris rolls his shoulders in a shrug, so much for getting lucky with a good shag.
The bell rings as he throws the heavy door open. The night is cold and oddly quiet. He takes a deep sobering breath.
The bell rings again. “Hey man, were you just going to fucking leave after all that?” Heisen adjusts his glasses with an annoyed huff.
“Yes,” Chris states, moving towards his car. “Unless you have a better offer,” he says after a pause to dig out his keys.
“I'm sure I can think of something.” Heisenberg recovers enough to sound smug and not flustered,
Chris rolls his eyes. He fumbles with the keys. They drop to the ground. He groans as he reaches down to where they dropped only to find nothing.
“Here,” Heisenberg walks to his side.
“When did…?” Chris shakes his head, snatching the keys. He finds that he has no energy to figure out things that seem strange. HE walks the rest of the way around the car towards the trunk. Chris fumbles with the keys in the lock, his hands refusing to work as he wants them. Maybe he is much drunker than he thought.
“Let me” Heisen reaches for the keys, their hand's touch.
On reflex, Chris grabs him by the wrist, flipping him around, pushing the shorter man against the car. It vibrates with a hollow dull sound. Their chests touch. Chris holds both wrists above the man's head with an iron grip. Heisen’s breath comes in quick gasps, need pulsing through every fiber.
Chris leans in for a rough kiss. He bites down on Heisen’s lip. The gentle nibble drawing out a desperate moan. The man leans into Chris’s touch without hesitation.
The trunk of the car clicks open. Chris question it for a brief moment as the keys are still in the man’s palm. He decides not to question it, the buzz of alcohol making it easy to ignore all suspicion.
Chris pulls Heisenberg back, releasing his wrists, wrapping his left hand at the small of the man’s back.
The man wraps his arms around Chris’s waist, brushing sharp fangs where the neck and shoulder meet. Chris feels his breath hitch. He directs Heisen with measured steps, lifting the car trunk with his free hand.
They trade short quick kisses, making the process of getting into the car longer.
When the trunk opens to its full height, Chris pushes Heisenberg in until the back of his knees hit the edge and he goes falling onto the mattress bed.
“You.. have a bed in here… how long have you been on the road?” he runs his hand over the soft clean shit, blinking until his eyes adjust to the dark. Their silver glow shining through his sunglasses,
“Long enough” Chris grumbles, pulling his knee up until it rest between Heisenberg's legs, close but not as to touch the man’s cock straining against faded jeans.
“Wait…” Heisenberg sits up, a brief moment of panic in his eyes.
Chris climbs into the car, making the entire thing sway. He straddles the sprawling man, running a hand over his thigh and up to his soft stomach.
Heisenberg swallows “I said…” he licks his lips “wait…” he takes a deep breath, looking behind Chris over the deserted parking lot, doubt surfacing.
Chris shifts his weight, to move back so Heisenberg has room to maneuver or back away should he want to do so. His muscles ripple under the tight turtleneck. Heisen does not miss the motion, licking his lips again.
“You started this…” he mutters.
Heisenberg tries to get the confident smile back it flickers at the corners of his mouth then falters.
“First time?” Chris sits back, his calves burn at the position.
“Fuck You” Heisenberg growls,
“Yeah, that’s what I'm hoping for” Chris chuckles.
Heisenberg growls, taking hold of the solid chain around Chris’s neck, dragging him down into a kiss. Chris feels fangs sink into the flesh of his lips, the familiar taste of iron fills his senses. Heisen moves his hand up to rest on the shoulders, claws digging into flesh.
Chris ignores the pain. Instead, he chooses to focus on the kiss. Their lips meet just right, their tongues intertwine as Heisen seems to drink in Chris’s blood with an insatiable desire. They do not break away until the last slither of oxygen escapes his lungs. He drags his hand just over the belt and under the simple dress shirt.
Heisenberg shivers in response, leaning into the touch.
Chris with slow meticulous attention pops the buttons of the shirt open. An amused smile on his lip as he watches the man squirm under his teasing touch.
The scars, numerous and rough under the palm of his hand. Chris leans in closer, kissing at the scar on the man’s neck, using his hand to push the shirt open to reveal Heisen’s bare chest.
The man’s breath hitches when Chris starts to trace the star-like scar over his heart. “Wait.. not… fuck” he gasps.
Chris smirks. He bites down in a not so gentle nibble at the sensitive spot between neck and shoulder. Heisenberg arches his back with a gasp. Chris takes the chance to slide his left arm down and around to the small of the man’s back, positioning himself in a more comfortable way just so he can run his tongue over the sensitive nipples peaking from under the white fabric. He nibbles gently at taut skin above another scar, drawing out a barely contained moan from the man.
“Damn it…” Heisenberg gasps, his eyes flicking to the open trunk. “Someone… will…” he swallows, pushing up at the elbow to sit up, stopping Chris with his other hand. “While I love putting on a show, there is a time and place that is not now.” he gestures.
Chris leans back, his head almost hits the car roof. “Yeah… move back.” he nods at Heisenberg.
The man brings his legs up into the car, pushing his shoes off with ease. Chris slams the door shut, there is a crack of metal as something breaks. He ignores it. The car has seen better days regardless of anything he does to it.
Heisenberg, satisfied that nobody will see pulls Chris down by the turtleneck. Their lips meet, slow yet impatient. Their bodies press together.
Heisen trails his arms down, letting his fingers dance over tight muscle. He fumbles with the zipper for several long moments. Chris grumbles with impatience, dragging the man in for another kiss. A soft moan of relief escapes his lips between kisses as the zipper comes free.
Heisen’s eyes glow brighter in the dark cab. He guides Chris on his back. He runs a claw over the length of his cock straining against the fabric.
Chris can’t resist the urge to buck his hips up into the touch. Heisenberg presses down to keep still. He groans, biting his lip to silence a low whimper building in his throat.
“It is my turn to tease” Heisen smirks, that smug grin made to annoy. He takes a fistful of the turtleneck pulling it up and over the head in one smooth gesture, tussling hair. An attempt to restrain the larger man.
Chris flexes his muscles. The fabric starts to rip. Heisenberg digs his claws into the taut muscle of his thigh. “Did I say you could move?” he pulls his glasses down lower. Chris stops resisting. He stares, transfixed by those glowing gray gold eyes that are so far from being human. He pushes doubts down with desire. He needs this.
“Good” Heisenberg to Chris’ straining cock, rubbing up and down the length, being careful of his claws to not cut the fabric. It would not do to get rid of that friction too soon.
Chris thrusts his hips up into the touch. Heisenberg does not stop him. He bites down on his lip to silence the moans and whimpers set on escaping his lips.
“Stop wasting time” he barks, getting agitated with the lack of stimulation. Chris flexes his muscles again. The turtleneck breaks at the seams. The illusion of restraint disappearing.
Chris closes his fingers around Heisen’s throat, sitting up and pushing the man against the window, with more strength than he intended. Heisenberg does not flinch, “So impatient, should take time to enjoy yourself.” he chuckles in a breathless gasp. Chris grumbles with annoyance.
He does not bother unbuckling the man’s pants or belt. Instead, he rips both with one rough pull. Heisen growls with a feral pleasure, bucking his hips against Chris. Small fangs poke out past plump lips under the beard.
Chris kissing him with desperation while making quick work of their clothes until they are both naked.
Heisenberg whistles as they pull apart. “I have to say I am impressed American” He looks Chris up and down, licking his lips. There is a nervous air around him as the confidence falters.
Chris stays silent, reaching to a compartment on the van door, taking out some lube and a condom.
Heisen scoffs, snatching the condom. “There is no need for that.” he throws it aside. Chris shrugs.
He runs his hand under Heisenberg's thigh, guiding him to hook it over the shoulder. Kissing the man before he can speak or protest.
“Fuck…” is all he manages to mumble as Chris spreads his legs open. “Damn it…” he moans as a hand closes around his cock dripping with precum.
Chris moves his hand slowly, kneading over the knot just at the base of the man’s dick. Choosing not to question the different anatomy for the dozenth time that night.
He explored every inch of the stranger's body. Heisenberg is left speechless, unable to catch his breath, words fail on his lips, only soft moans and impatient whimpers escape.
Chris shifts Heisenberg's leg that is no over his shoulder, up to rest over his thigh. He then drops several drops of the lube on his palm.
He runs one wet finger over the rim. Heisenberg thrusts his hips with need, the growl, deep and annoyed. “Are you going to take all day or are you going to fuck —“ he gasps as Chris slides one finger in, followed by a second one.
“I will make you forget how to speak...” Chris mutters, Heisen squirms, trying to move on the fingers without any luck.
Chris does not let him adjust, sliding another finger in, followed by a fourth. Heisen does not bother to stifle his moans.
“Ready?” Chris withdraws his fingers.
Heisen whimper. “You bastard—“
Chris takes that as a yes, cutting off whatever litany of swears would have followed by slowly pushing in with his throbbing cock.
“So tight” he groans as Heisen squeezes down on him, moving his hips in tandem to force Chris to go faster.
Chris keeps his hips still with an iron grip. Moving with slow measured thrusts to draw out the sensations.
“Faster!” Heisen growls an order. Chris ignores it and moves even slower, rolling his hips and pausing at the hilt before withdrawing all the way.
Heisenberg keeps trying to thrust his hips down, claws digging into the roof of the car, leaving deep gouges.
Chris drives him to the very edge of pleasure, enjoying the little whimpers and growls among half-whispered swears.
“Fuck… please” Heisen begs, squeezing down on Chris’ dick, bucking his hips.
Chris feels his control starts to slip. The man is so tight, so hot. He needs more. He moves faster, harder, abandoning any attempt to tease.
There is not much thought left after that. Only the pleasure and the feel of each other's bodies moving in tandem.
Chris leans forward to kiss Heisen as he reaches the peak, slowing down his thrusts to drive his cock in harder, more precise.
Heisen only takes two more thrusts before his entire body shakes and he cums with a content moan.
Chris follows soon after. They slump against each other to catch their breath. The silence stretches.
When they have both calmed down from the high, at least a little bit. Chris withdraws.
Heisen lies back on the bed, looking up at the car roof, basking in the afterglow.
Chris sighs, reaching for the compartment where he kept the lube, taking out two towels.
Heisen catches one with ease. “Thanks” he stretches to reach for his pants. “Ah shit, did quite a number on these huh” he rolls his shoulders in a shrug, digging through the pockets to take out a cigar and lighter “You really are bad at enjoying yourself.” he lights the cigar with a lighter.
Chris ignores the jab, finishing cleaning the cum off his stomach before throwing the towel aside.
“Smoke?” Heisen holds out his cigar.
Chris ignores him as he gets dressed.
“Right, whatever, suit yourself.” He takes another drag, shaking off ash into a nearby tray.
“I need another drink, Chris mutters, looking at the bar then the clock he has hanging on the dash. “Shit, last call.” he groans.
“Do you live near here? I could use a shower.” Heisen gestures with the lit cigar, sending embers down on the blanket. “Or are you enough of a bastard to screw and dump?” he adjusts his glasses back to cover his eyes.
Chris sighs, rubbing at his brow, he is getting too sober for his liking. “No.” he takes one of the clean blankets and throws it over Heisen’s naked body before opening the door to the cool night air.
It clears his head more than he would like. Memories he does not wish to remember stirring to the surface.
“Where is the key?” he looks at Heisen.
“Ignition” he flicks his cigar to the front of the van.
Chris furrows his brow. He does want to ask this man some questions. “Fine, you can go to my place but only to get cleaned up.” He does not wait for an answer slamming the van door shut.
He gets in the front seat and before long the car complains as it screeches out of the empty parking lot.