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Routinely, after every end of the term, the RDP hosts a gathering. Fundraising and licking the ass cracks of chief irons, politicians and whoever invested their money in the racoon police. It is marketed as a fancy event, every member is obligated to come, and spend a few hours of their life in uncomfortable and itchy formal clothes. However the only ones who cared about the event were people in charge of their own units. Capitan Albert Wesker was no exception to that.
Nonetheless the pinpoints for members were:
Show up. Sip free alcohol. Talk to colleagues, and even the chief irons if you have some kind of real authority. Comment on how this term was amazing for the RPD and how they have caught soooo many criminals. Wait for all of the important people to leave (which was about an hour before the event ends) and get blacked out drunk on the free alcohol.
The last step was only followed by the S.T.A.R.S unit, ( not saying other police officers didn’t get more then tipsy but they certainly were hiding it better) Besides they were already seen as “odd”, “weird” and ”specific” therefore no one batted an eye on Alpha’s and Bravo’s team members sitting in their table doing shots. Most thought they deserved it, they were special tactics after all.
Chris enjoyed having a few too many drinks with his work friends but this time the weight of being the responsible one and driving the rest home landed on him. They used a spinning wheel with their names on it, like they did every time. But he wasn’t particularly disappointed, after all, there was some who could give him intoxication.
The fundraising went pretty quicky, sipping, talking and giving his dear Capitan seamless glances from the other side of the dining hall. He didn’t really get a chance to talk to him alone for more than a moment, someone would come and talk to both of them about how S.T.A.R.S were doing or Wesker would be taken from him by a higher up with a need to talk. But his boss gave him slight contact to his arm, hand, or back, as if he was marking his territory. That gave him some sort of comfort, but it was not enough to overshadow his jealousy.
The time came, to check on Chris’s beloved junkies that were lying on the couches next to the toilets, surprisingly only Jill and Frost were the ones to still be there, and next to them was Rebecca, the only sober one. He remembered she couldn’t legally drink yet. It seemed that Barry was kind enough to also drive a few members after getting yelled at by his wife on the phone. The kind soul next to him offered to take care of the remaining collages in exchange that he checks everyone went home. He did what he was asked hoping to see his boss still in the building. But it appeared the trace of him was lost. Chris heard a faint noise coming from the basement. He opened to door to see couches and a plasma TV with a billiard Table in the corner. His face slightly lit up when he saw a familiar silhouette leaning over the table. Weskers’ back was faintly arched and his forearms tensed and focused on a coordinated movement of pushing the stick so that it sets the white ball in motion. He messed up a triangle made of balls of all colours therefore sending one of them into a hole on the corner of the table. He looked so graceful, like he was created to do that.
“you don't have to sneak around, you're not as discreet as you think, Redfield” Wesker met Chris’s gaze through his shades and straighten up his posture.
“Everyone’s gone home already, and you are here playing Billiard?”
“I wanted to make sure everything was closed off properly…” the Capitan said with a slight sigh, Chris didn’t notice before, but Weskers’ hair was getting messy, a few strands not submitting to the gel and his clothes a bit crumpled. Wesker still looked put together and neat, but He was tired, the Capitan must have helped with organisation, who knows when he got here and how many hours has he slept. “…and came here to clear my mind”
Chris walked over to racks on which billiard cues were hung, he took one and joined the initiated game.
“Mind if I do?” The point man moved his cue up and aimed on the white ball. It rolled over and pushed a full coloured sphere into a hole.
“You know the rules of billiard, Chris?” he snorted with an arrogant tone as the other man again attempted to move a full colour ball which misbehaved to Chris’s plan.
“What’s so surprising, I’ve been to bars, charmed some women” this time he didn’t score a point and Wesker aimed his shot “my playing has many mishaps, it’s a matter of luck”
His Capitan scored a point, quite a few of them. When the cue ball was too far too reach Wesker would sit on the edge of the table, twist his torso and lean forward to get a better strive. His defined muscles peaked through his shirt and the dip in his back was more visible than formalwear should allow. Chris was memorised by the scene in front of him. He noticed the blonds eyes as his glassed would faintly slide down, and how he held his breath while focused. He didn’t need alcohol to feel dazed and tight in his trousers. Chris missed a few shots again, he knew the other man was not pleased, after all he expected perfection in all aspects. It was his turn again, Chris desired praise from his superior and he would do anything for that, overcoming his weakness in billiard was the least he could do. However before he could push the stick forward his Capitan was standing behind him. His hot breath on his neck, his rising chest on his back. A familiar sensation sparkled in Chris’s chest and melted into his lower abdomen. The point man shot his iris to catch a glance of a man behind him.
“No wonders you can’t shoot properly, your posture is ungraceful” Wesker scolded him but moved his hand over to Chris’s, he opened his finger between which the cue was sliding. “like a slouched zombie” His other hand rested on Chris’s back and pushed it to the table. Wesker laid against him and his hand migrated to the other of Chris’s, cold and long fingers seeking much needed affection. “Tilt your head, and tense your arms” His Capitan said next to his head, and he felt the alcoholic breeze of the others breath. He obeyed, but it was hard understanding what Wesker commanded him to do, not with his Capitans’ body grinding against his. His masculinity was getting hard to ignore and the blond perfectly knew what he was doing, he loved having Chris wrapped around his finger, ordering him around like a dog. “ Calculate your trajectory. Be firm but not rough” Weskers’ hand pushed the cue, Chris just let him guide. And the ball hit two others that fell into recess. “Billiard is not some rugby” The blonds body left his, but it left a trial of soft touch of his fingers. Wesker moved to the side of the table. He leaned back over it slightly, and watched as one ball was left.
“Do I get double points for that?” Chris grinned and walked in front of his Capitan.
“Don’t be ridiculous you hit one stripe, you did me a favour in fact”
Chris was done with all the push and pull teasing. He moved his hand to his Capitan’s sides. He tilted his head down and looked at the other man. The more he stared at them, the more he got lost in the agate abyss of his iris. Chris looked like a pet, adoring his owner with loyalty and devotion. His subordinate always asked for permission, even when he desired him with all his heart and body. Wesker pulled on the other’s neck and drew his lips closer in a much needed kiss. It was desperate for closeness from which they were stripped from all week. They moved in a rhythm teeth clashing, biting, lips moving in sync and hands wandering. The blond sat up on the table with Chris showing his legs apart and shifting his palms to squeeze his partners bottom. It became rougher every second, their bodies brushing through the excess clothing. Wesker was getting much needed friction. But Chris planned to be not so easy to get, he moved his hands to the other back and steadily but gently lied him on the green fabric. He took Weskers hand in his and put them behind his head, he sculpted a circle in his fingers. Then he pulled away slowly glazing his digits over his Capitans’ body. He slit the cue stick in between Weskers fingers.
“Don’t test you luck, Redfield”
“I just want to lean from the best, dear Capitan” Once more Chris’s pupil blended with his carob brown sheath, and once more it liquefied his Capitan’s insides like tosylic acid.
Chris focused and he prepared to push, the man beneath him arched his back and examined his point’s man posture. He made a one neat movement, and the ball disappeared.
“A fast learner I see” The pointman removed the cue and drew away from his lover.
“I won” Chris said with a shit eating grin, but that smile wouldn’t be on his face for long.
“In your fantasies, I stroke the black ball” Wesker straighten himself and moved his lover closed by his tie. This kiss was slow and passionate, it flew as an appreciation. “Will I get a reward?”
“For what” the point man pulled the blond hair behind him a bit.
“For winning, the looser submits to the winner, the natural order of things” He scoffed along with leaving a path of slow kisses down the others throat.
Chris bit Wesker’s Adam’s apple, and moved his hips against the other. That pulled a faint groan out of the Capitan, as well as brought some relief to both of the partners as their erection gradually increased overtime. Delightful feeling bloomed inside of their bodies. His point man moved his hand to the other’s crotch, squeezed it before unzipping his fly. Wesker’s head leaned back as he supported himself on his hands, Chris played with the other’s masculinity, stroking it from the base to the tip, gliding his fingers over the sensitive corona. He left marks on him, Wesker never allowed his partner to do that, perhaps he won an award too. The blond breathed in ecstasy as his lovers hands worked wonders, but it wasn’t enough, Chris didn’t submit to him, yet.
Wesker grabbed his points man throat, removing the thirsty vampire from his neck, he locked his chin in place and forced eye contact .
“You are overly indulgent” He shot his subordinate’s face to the side “Get on your knees, and put your hands behind your back. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir”
His point man obeyed without talking back. He secured his hands behind him and Wesker awarded him by cupping his face and stroking his hair. Chris bit his lower lip before giving a firm and slow lick to the blonds shaft. He hugged his mouth around the tip and drew closer to spread saliva all over his length. His lover’s head laid back and his lips parted due to fastening breathing. The point man steadily bobbed his head and teased with his tongue over the small entrance on the corona. However, Wesker had other plans. He pulled his partner by the hair and forced Chris to take him deeper, tears build up as he tried to overcome his gag reflex. Practice makes perfection as his Capitan said during training. And the discomfort in his throat disappeared as discomfort in his boxers felt more overwhelming. Still he followed the order, trying to get relief from the movement of his hips.
Quiet curses escaped from Wesker, his pace quickening and sounds of choking became louder. Chris moaned as he swallowed him whole sucking him in like a supermassive black hole. The vibrations from his lovers throat seem to make warmth within Capitan appeared larger, seeking the climax.
“Sh..Shut up, you are being.. loud’ he stuttered while the point man slammed himself against his crotch. Chris just squirmed with disappointment and made more noise to tease his lover. Wesker pulled his hair harder and push his mouth to the root, temporarily depriving his partner of air. “That’s an order” He looked down at him, and through his sunglasses he saw sheer pleasure disguised as anger, with a need for control. Chris didn’t even dare to moan in response, he worked quiet as expected to. But he knew how to make his dear superior melt, he knew his so well. Every curve of his body, every expression he made, the warmth of his insides and the taste of him all.
He tightened his mouth, closing his teeth over his Capitan. Clenching his fangs on him, not enough to scrape his skin off, but enough to cause pain. That send Wesker through pure delight, he covered his mouth to prevent the truly sinful noises the other man dragged out of him. No amount of exorcism and holy water would be able to grand his a place in heaven after the adultery they have done (not to mention other sins than lust Wesker has committed). The Capitan again closed his grip on his lover’s hair, although not said out loud, it was a imperceptible plea. Wesker enjoyed being hurt, his whole nature made Chris not suspect a thing so kinky before they started engaging in sexual activates. Moreover it made him wander how did his Capitan manage dangerous missions, was he so careful to never get hurt? Or the opposite, getting hurt or purpose to feel something?
His point man never gave him the satisfaction of being injures more than unpleasant discomfort, this time was no exception. As much as his partner wanted him to, Chris would never wound his lover. No amount of begging would convince him to, he cared about his well-being too much. Perhaps he cared about him too much?
The pace quickened and the back of Chris’s throat hit a secret sensitive spot, his hips shuttered and moved against his best will. Wesker threw his head back and bit his tongue to stop his moans, as the pleasure sprouted in entire body, organ by organ beginning in his lower abdomen until it reached the brain. He rode the high of his orgasm pulling Chris out of his length but leaving on the tip. He got rid of that leech when ecstasy got replaced by overstimulation. He cupped his face and caught his gaze, Chris had the same puppy-love expression as he did silently asking Wesker for provision to rail him. His point man parted his lips, revealing a tongue full of saliva and cum, but not for long, his Capitan closed his mouth and moved his hand to zip his fly.
“Swallow it, I don’t want, my fancy clothes to get stained…” And his puppy did just that focusing his eyes on the sharp cheekbones on his lover. “… and you are dismissed, stop staring at me like I’m your last meal”
Chris pulled out his sore hands, he stood up and felt his knees burn, it seemed it didn’t matter to him in the act. He grabbed his Capitan’s thighs when he tried to get of the billiard table, he lowered his head on the other’s shoulders, his erection demanding friction. he breathed on his neck making pathetic noises while his hands shifted all over his lovers body. He felt overwhelmed to the maximum, he was ready to beg in front of the whole hall to feel the warmth of Wesker body. He must have looked pathetic but he didn’t care, maybe it would make his lover feel sad for him.
“hah… please..?” he dared to make up a word loud enough to be heard. Wesker swallowed hardly, he desired his point man badly, buy some rational brain cells came back to him a minute ago.
“I am not letting you have sex with me on a filthy billiard table in a banquet hall with people outside the room.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, though not with annoyance but with arousal building up in him again.
“Please I will be good, I promise… I want to show off how lucky I am..” he squirmed again as Wesker felt his partners raging hard erection. He remembered Chris’s perfect dumb dick, and how amazing it made his feel. But he was not dicked down enough to be railed in public.
He cursed under his breath “Did you drive here?”
“yes”
“good…” he slid his hand into Chris’s pocket and pulled out his keys. Then he pushed him off and starting walking towards the exit. “…you’re diving me home’ He gave him that captivating look and a confident smirk. That always meant troubles waking up tomorrow.
The walk to his Honda Civic was quiet, it seemed that all sticky air filled with passion and bodily fluids disappeared, but not for long. Wesker opened the car with a click and tossed his lover the keys, he liked being in Chris’s car. And Chris never suspected his very much distant and dominant partner with a expensive and classic car loved being a passenger princess in the most popular car of the year. Maybe he liked the way he drove, clean, overtaking cars without unnecessary comments, never speeding but never going below the speed limit. There was peace in that.
Chris put a cd into the radio on the nearby stop lights, they enjoyed their ride with disk specifically made for driving with his lover romantically titled ‘4umix’ with a permanent marker Chris made a few months into their relationship, containing various songs from Jeff Buckley, “Radiohead” and “the smiths”
Yes Wesker though it was a things couples did in high school, but that idyllic and safe atmosphere when they were around was more than enough for Wesker to put up with Chris’s cheezy shit