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The air within the dusty Spencer Mansion was too quiet and yet every single miniscule drip of water from a leaky faucet or creak of a floorboard pierced the silence like a crash of thunder. There were so many damn rooms in this fucked up mansion, it was like a twisted labyrinth, a place where no one really knew their way around…and yet, Chris was finally able to come across his captain.
Before he knew it, he was thrown into one of the several bedrooms of the mansion, finding himself on his knees, khaki cargo pants catching against the rough wood of the floorboards. He was sure he would somehow get splinters..
On the side of the bed sat Wesker, shaded eyes gazing down at the man affectionately as he kept his legs spread. His pants were slid down, bunched around his ankles, revealing a pretty pink pussy that Chris was more than eager to get his mouth on.
Wesker let out a breathy chuckle as he ran his slim fingers through Chris' hair, pushing his head down further. He felt as the man's tongue pressed onto his clit yet again, nose buried into soft blonde curls. He gently suckled on the bud, tongue grinding against him, as he felt the man play with his hair, Wesker must've been holding out on him, there was no way he was this stoic during something like this…but then again, this was how he was during their quickies at the office after hours.
"We were only apart for a couple hours and you're already throwing yourself at me…Jesus Christ, Christopher.." Wesker breathed out, watching as Chris seemed to appreciate the sort of "slander" and teasing towards his character, nodding enthusiastically as he pulled away to reply, "Wesker, I was worried, how couldn't I be..-".
He started to grumble, pulling away for a second to speak, but then Wesker's grip on his hair got tighter and he quickly pushed his head back down, groaning as Chris's skillful tongue pressed right back onto him, this time traveling deeper, lightly plunging into the man's cunt.
"Mm…see, that's what I like to see…a good boy doing what he's supposed to…using his mouth for the right reasons instead of just blabbering.." Chris just let out an appreciative hum, going back to eating out his captain in this dusty ass mansion. He didn't care about their situation in the slightest, he didn't care about the zombies that could've easily stumbled into the room, it’s not like they were making an attempt to be quiet either.
Hell, he didn't even know if Jill, Barry, or any of the others would stumble across them, and most importantly, he didn't care. He knew that he could easily die from whatever was going on in the mansion, and if this was the last chance he had to be intimate (especially with someone like Wesker), you're damn right he was taking it!
He felt as Wesker grinded his hips up, pushing his head down, using his tongue as if he was nothing more than a toy to rut his cock against, soft pants and huffs leaving him. "Mm…Chris~ Fuck…” He purred before he suddenly pushed him off, watching as a thin trail of saliva connected Chris's lips to his pussy.
"Lay down on the bed."
"Seriously Wesker? It's full of dust…at least brush it off before I-"
"I said lay on the bed…"
"Yes, captain-"
With a curt nod, watching as Wesker stepped aside, he moved to get up, laying down on the bed, but before he could even ask, Wesker's knees were pressed on the sides of his head, lowering his hips before Chris’s tongue was plunging deep into his pussy, sucking up everything he could. Chris let out a moan as Wesker gushed against him, the sweet taste of the man was too irresistible, he craved more. As he went down on Wesker, his superior's stoic expression barely faltered, aside for the way his brows seemed to furrow, and honestly, Chris could never really tell due to wearing those stupid fucking sunglasses.
His Captain's hand moved to his hair, tugging it back as he hovered over his face, Chris knew his place, he didn't need any orders. He leaned forward, feeling as Wesker's knees pressed down near the sides of his face as he lowered his hips, feeling as Chris's tongue started to push into him again, juices gushing against his tongue, the man above him tasted too sweet, too irresistible…
As Wesker seemed to believe he was in control, playfully teasing Chris in his own twisted way, "Mm..who would've known, one of my best S.T.A.R.S. members would be this good at eating pussy~" He chuckled softly, letting out a quiet moan as the man's tongue pressed deeper into him, he was slowly starting to break, and yet he was unaware as to what Chris was really playing at. He wanted nothing more than to make Wesker submit. That man was always so level-headed and calm, always leading their team to victory time and time again, and while Chris had admired that all (maybe a little too much), he wanted nothing more than to humble his captain. Chris wanted to fuck the man into absolute submission until he was nothing but a sobbing mess, begging to be pumped full of his cum.
Chris grinned as he forced Wesker into the bed under him as he climbed on top, the man didn’t submit right away, of course he wouldn’t. Stubborn asshole.
His face buried against his neck as he left a few more rough kisses. A calloused hand moved to cup his cheek, clutching it, chocolate eyes admiring him forcing Wesker under him as he met his shaded eyes. Wesker didn’t seem to fight back, but he didn’t just submit, Chris had to work for it. He reached down, unbuttoning and unzipping the fly of his cargo pants (which funny enough had a few snags now from being on his knees on that raggedy floor) as a hand reached down, pulling out his hard cock as he grinned towards Wesker, a smug look on his face.
He moved, tugging his superior down, hands pressed on the man's chiseled hips as he moved without a second thought,, the tip slowly pushing into him as the two of them groaned in unison, hot breaths entangling.
"F-Fuck, Wesker...holy shit.." He grunted out, leaning down to kiss the man, his tongue tasting of the man himself, as he heard him whimper quietly. This was what he was craving, he wanted to draw more and more noises from him, he loved the man's sultry drawl, but he knew that he could be more, he would draw out every damn moan and whine he could from the man until the only thing he could think of was his cock.
Chris plunged his cock deeper into the man's cunt, his thumb rubbing up against his clit, watching the bud chub up with even more arousal, drawing more and more mewls and moans out of Wesker, "C-Chris-!" He held back a moan, biting down on his lip as he felt him thrust deeper, fucking into his pussy, gushing against his cock. He was audibly wet by this point, the slapping of flesh and pre-cum apparent, echoing throughout the room. "W-Wesker, fuck.." His face buried into the man's neck, leaving deep bites and hickeys, not holding back one bit. Wesker was his, and he wanted to make sure that he knew that, if they were able to get out of here, he wanted a future between the two of them…hopefully things would see through, right?
Wesker's breath hitched as he felt rough hands on his thighs, nails dug into the smooth skin as his cock pushed deeper into his pussy, taking him balls deep. Thrust after thrust, Chris’ cock throbbed under his skin, his pussy was so tight and it was all for him. As the man thrusted his cock, the two of them watched as it thrusted under his skin, Chris was filling him so good, claiming him for himself. That feeling made Wesker’s mind stir in arousal, cunt squeezing around the man as he listened to the squelching of his pussy.
Only Chris could treat him like this…his underling who had become one of his best S.T.A.R.S. men. It made him proud knowing that he could pump his pussy full like this, that Chris would be the one to fuck him full in this death trap mansion, the one that he had purposely set up- Maybe Chris would choke him for that, draw out every last breath from the man until he was dizzy as he fucked him full of his cock. It made his stomach churn, cock thrumming as he felt the rough grind of Chris’ groin press against him over and over.
“F-Fuck…fuck…” Wesker breathed out, biting down on his lip as his head tilted back, those dumbasses glasses of his start to slip off, soft crystal blue eyes rolling to the back of his head.
The aroused haze that traveled through Wesker’s mind drifted aside as Chris growled in his ear,
"Are you full of me?~ Don't you like that?~" Chris groans against him, moving as he leans in closer, tongues brushing against each other, making an absolute mess as he leaned in closer, lips connecting as they kissed messily, feeling Wesker's cunt tighten around him, he was getting closer. Wesker certainly wasn’t expecting this out of all of the things that he knew would happen in the mansion tonight and yet, he couldn’t help but nod, letting out a soft whimper (he would never!) as a reply to the filthy words that tumbled from Chris’s lips.
"Y-You're so tight, fuck, Wesker..!~'' He growled into the kiss, plunging deeper into his cunt, the squelch of his pussy was loud and obnoxious, slick gushing out of him, making the rough slide of Chris' cock even more irresistible. His cunt was sucking him in, making the two of them moan in unison, spit slick bruised lips unable to pull apart. Eventually, a scarred hand made its way up to the blonde’s neck, fingers curling around his throat, the pressure getting more and more intense, it was just too good.
The lack of air that was coming to him was delicious, he hadn’t realized exactly how much he had enjoyed something like this. He felt his mind start to fuzz over, succumbing to the pure pleasure that he was receiving, and his cunt was pulsing against Chris’s cock, it was just too good. For once, Wesker wasn’t thinking about anything, wasn’t having any thoughts about how to drag out some sort of plan, or how to manage his stupid fucking team, or anything of the sort.
Pleasure.
That was all that he was experiencing, and perhaps it was due to the lack of oxygen coming to that twisted brain of his, or maybe it was the fact that Chris just slammed in and out of him as if he was a toy and nothing more. He could faintly hear the man’s words, Chris was praising him, telling him how good he was, how he wanted to spend the rest of his time with his captain if they ever escaped this hellhole. And yet, all Wesker could do was reply with a shaky, cut off moan, his eyes going wide as he felt Chris hit that spot, and it was all over for him after that. It was so overwhelming, too overwhelming, and his body couldn’t help but tremble. He felt tears bubble up under the surface and before he knew it, they were leaking down his pale face. Then, came a shaky sob, and then another racked through his body.
Release.
“W-Wesker-!” The man was snapped out of the haze as he heard Chris cry out his name as his pussy gushed around the man’s cock, he was absolutely losing it, cumming as Chris’s hand went from his throat to his cheek, thumb brushing over it and wiping away his tears.
This was a side that neither had really thought would be revealed and yet, it felt so necessary. In their hazy pleasure, it was perfect, everything that they needed to finally let go. It was just them at this moment in time, no stress, no danger, no plans, nothing except the two of them.
Their lips met for what felt like the thousandth time as Chris pumped him absolutely full of his cum, claiming him for himself, yet it all felt as if time itself had stopped, the silence of the mansion surrounding them. A long whine left the man as he felt Chris’s cum start to leak out of his used cunt, still plugged up by the man’s cock. It felt so humiliating, so demeaning to be used in this way, but it was exactly what he craved, whether he had known it before or not. As they pulled away from the kiss, their eyes locked, chocolate meeting that icy ocean blue that was barely seen, their breaths entangled, heartbeats in sync, it had turned surprisingly soft after they had finished each other off.
After a moment between the two, Chris had pulled out of him as instructed by Wesker, the man already taking on that authoritative persona that he always had, reaching for his sunglasses as he placed them back on. After getting cleaned up, or at least mostly, he was still full of Chris, he turned to look back at him as he stood beside the door, hand hovering over the door knob.
“Wesker-” Chris started to speak, the tension in the air was thick, and yet, he knew his true feelings for his captain, and he was sure that Wesker was just as aware as he was. Yet, his thoughts were cut off by the drawl of Wesker’s voice yet again.
“Keep an eye out. I’ll go on ahead…” Wesker paused for a moment before giving a slight grin, eyes glinting under those dark glasses as he looked towards Chris, “and Christopher..” There was the use of his full name again, it was like he was purposely teasing him, “If any of the team hears about our time together, you certainly won’t have to worry about whatever is in this mansion coming to get you. You’ll have something much worse to deal with”, the chuckle he lets out is soft, he’s clearly in high spirits, this time with Chris was more than mindblowing to him. Even if Chris somehow does make it out of here in one piece, he knows that he’ll keep this relationship between the two of them hidden. Why? Because Chris is his and knows exactly what he craves, despite never having to say it once.
And as Wesker goes to step out of the room and into the halls, he hears two familiar words from Chris, just like music to his ears,
“Yes, Captain…”