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DAY 10 - Stuck in a wall
He hates it here, hates the man he’s stuck with hunting down, he hates the weather, hates this fucking heat which makes every single thing in his body crawls and he hates being subject to Wesker’s wants. It was fun when he was working along with it, fun when Wesker used to be his darling one. Now that he’s hunting him down in Africa, it feels nothing like fun and he fucking hates it.
More than that, this lab stinks and he’s tired of having to kill things that don’t even look like they could have been alive before. But he’ll push through, because he has to and because he looks forward to getting rid of the smile on Wesker’s face. Well, for that he should find the man, could be a great start but it’s fucking annoying because half of the doors are locked and he has to go through an absolute ridiculous hole inside the wall. He knows he’ll pass though because he can’t do any other way and waiting for Sheva would mean waiting way too long and risking Wesker to run away.
Chris sighs, a way to say ‘here we go again’ before pushing in. The upper half of his body has no troubles going through but his thighs seem to be the problem and at the beginning Chris thinks it might be because of his weapons but it feels like they might already be in and he sighs, trying to force his way back. Now starts the real problem, when Chris tries to push himself backwards he finds himself locked in place, unable to push from the position and realizing he’s blocked there until he’s able to move makes his whole body shiver.
He’s fighting there god knows long before he’s able to hear a laugh behind him and the reaction is enough to trigger a fight or flight reflex, making him fight harder.
“I would say you look pitiful if you didn’t look so delicious like that, darling.”
“Wesker- don’t fucking touch me!”
He hasn’t yet but it’s like Chris reading in minds because one of Wesker’s hands is now softly brushing his calf. Chris fights back, pushing his feet in order to hit the other man but he does nothing except pushing some air and Wesker laughs again before grabbing his two calves and bending them a little two tight, forcing him to stop moving.
“One wrong move and I split you in two, is that what you want?”
It’s not, of course it’s not and Wesker tentatively leaves his calves alone, now walking closer and Chris can feel him brushing against his butt. A blush creeps on his face.
“I was watching you through the cameras and… it’s almost like you did this on purpose, darling.”
Chris scoffs, yeah, in Wesker’s fantasies he might have done this on purpose but right now, when he knows he’s trying to hunt him down, please. A hand brush against his lower back, hands searching for his belt and it’s quite evident what Wesker wants to do.
“Wesker I-”
“Chris. I know, you are under so much pressure, orders, to find me and hunt me down but… darling. You’ve been mine for years, I know how much you want this.”
It’s wrong. And even if Chris wants this, it doesn’t make it morally acceptable. But Wesker has already put his pants down, his gloved fingers now playing with the hem of his underwear and Chris can’t see himself but he knows he might be dusty, sweaty even. It doesn’t stop the other man from pulling his underwear down, fingers cradling softly his skin, pushing his two cheeks apart to look at his hole.
“Look at that.”
Even muffled, the desire in Wesker’s voice isn’t hidden and Chris bites his lips not to moan under so much horniness. His cock is now standing proudly, resting against the wall, if he ruts a bit, it might even feel good but he can’t think about this right now because Wesker’s fingers are pushing against his ring and it feels incredible even under so much pressure.
He might have wet them, he’s not even sure but Chris breathes loudly, Wesker is two fingers in and it feels amazing already.
“Chris… have you met another lover? This hole is welcoming me so easily.”
And Chris hums, because Wesker is pushing hard, punishing him from this hypothetical idea that he might be seeing someone else. He shakes his head as if his past lover could see him.
“Noo… Just… dildos and-” He can’t bring himself to say it but he doesn’t know because Wesker was the one who introduced him to wearing plugs at work and Chris felt in love with the sensation of being always stuffed.
“Oh, that’s right… what a good boy you’ve been, Chris.”
The younger man moans when Wesker’s brushes against his prostate, now rutting against the wall and the older man claps a hand on his ass, taking his fingers in a swift motion. Chris doesn’t have to wait long before Wesker is plunging into him again with his cock and they both share a really loud moan. Chris closes his eyes and Wesker is already pushing a hard rhythm to the two of them, the silence being broken by moans and the incredible sound of flesh against flesh.
“Your body feels so good around me Chris, god…”
And Chris can’t say anything because he’s too lost in the pleasure, pressure of being stuffed and rutting against the wall and he wants nothing more than the other man to finish inside him.
“I might finish there, leave you for anyone who wants a piece of your soft asshole.”
The sight shouldn’t be so appealing but Chris moans and Wesker laughs, a harder trust than before. They both know they won’t be able to hold it any longer. “Inside- inside please.”
He’s moaning like a whore and the demand might have been what Wesker needed because he’s pushing hard again before Chris feels himself being filled, finishing against the wall and Wesker stay still inside him a minute or so before walking off, not helping him or anything. Chris wants to call him back but he’s feeling the semen of his past lover rolling down his thighs and he can’t bring his brain to make anything more than desire again.