The world was swinging... Back and forth, very slowly... And Chris had no idea why it was doing so.

He couldn't see anything. There was only darkness... The fact that he had a pounding headache might've had something to do with it, but he tried to ignore it. He wasn't sure if his eyes were open or not - all he could see was dark. His body felt a bit sore, as if he had been lying still for too long. Also, his hands hurt; they were tightly bound together on his wrists in a praying position, which made moving his hands very difficult.

He waited for a while, but could hear nothing out of the ordinary. There were zombies somewhere far away... and something was walking nearby, but he couldn't say where. He closed his eyes, grunted and lay back down, wondering where he was.

There was a quiet sound of something moving, and then someone removed the dark cloth that had been covering his face.

"Hello, Christopher..."

Chris felt like swearing, but he didn't. He forced his eyes open, but didn't bother to look at the person next to him. He knew very well who it was. Instead, he glanced around to see where he was.

He was lying on some kind of a platform that was hanging about twenty-five feet above the ground. It was probably used to move things around - it hung up on some chains. Well, at least that explained the swaying. The platform was inside a warehouse or some other big building. One end of the warehouse was missing half of the wall. He couldn't see what was outside, though.

He had no idea what had happened to him. He was on the island... and that was all. He wasn't able to remember things, so he gave up trying and concentrated on finding out what the hell was going on.

He felt cold, and that made him realize that he was half-naked. His vest and shirt were gone, along with all his equipment. He glanced down and saw something that looked like a hunter circling under the platform. This was what had made the noise of something walking around.

The person next to him got tired of waiting for a reply and grabbed the dark-haired man by the chin. "Christopher, Christopher... I would at least expect you to look at me..."

Chris glared at him. "Go to hell, Wesker..."

The blond answered with a half-smile.

"Oh, no... I am in no hurry to go yet. I have some things to do before that..." He ran his hand over the younger man's bare chest. Chris looked away, biting his lip. When his former captain released the grip, he looked down again, wondering what would happen if he jumped down. If he'd be lucky, he would break his neck and die... And death was a better option than letting Wesker have his way. The older man would kill him, but he would not let that happen so easily...

The platform wasn't that big - a square about ten feet on each side. He inched away from the other man, staying near the edge of the platform. He looked down again, thinking about the options. Around twenty-five feet... The floor looked like it was made of concrete. Still, the fall shouldn't kill him. He might get a broken bone or two, and maybe he could escape somehow...

"Christopher... what are you doing?"

The dark-haired man slowly turned to face the taller man. He didn't have much to say, other than cursing Wesker to the deepest pits of hell, so he remained quiet. The blond man stepped closer and knelt down, looking at Chris from behind the dark sunglasses, as if he were analyzing the younger man's every move.

Chris glanced down and randomly decided that getting a broken bone and getting mauled by a hunter was better than staying here. He rolled towards the edge, and would have fallen down... But the other man caught him by his upper right arm and held him up.

"Christopher... you're being a bad boy now. I didn't give you permission to throw yourself over the edge, did I?"

The younger man gritted his teeth, looking down. The hunter down on the ground had noticed what he was doing and was staring at him. He blinked, realizing that he would fall down if Wesker let go. Suddenly, falling didn't sound so good. He was mostly over the edge with only his right leg still on the platform.

Damn it... he thought.

He cursed his survival instinct and closed his eyes. He didn't want to die. As if not dying now would make a difference, since the older man only wanted to kill him, and would surely do so soon. He'd have to find a way to escape... but right now that felt impossible.

The B.O.W. leaned closer. "So... you like it here?"

Chris gulped and shook his head... and suddenly the blond let go and let him fall. He shrieked and then froze as Wesker grabbed him by the ankle and held him upside down over the edge with one hand.

"You bastard..." He growled after regaining his senses. "Just decide already! If you are going to let me fall, then do it!"

"Ah, but that wouldn't be fun, now would it?" The dark-clad man lifted him up and seized him by the arm again. Chris felt a bit dizzy when he was swung around, but then shook his head to get rid of the feeling and glared at the other man.

The blond smiled evilly and offered his other hand so that the younger man could reach out and take it despite being bound. "Tell you what, Chris. You want up, take my hand. You want down, just look away and don't do a thing..."

Let me die. Just let me die... Chris thought, wanting to give up. With that hunter down there and all the creatures that surely were all around the place, he only had a small chance to survive. He closed his eyes tightly and lowered his face, feeling a bit sad.

Damn it... I'm not going to give in... So, I guess this is it, then.

He turned to look away, mostly relaxing his body. And then he waited for a while... Waited for something to happen. Seconds passed so slowly that it seemed like the time had stopped.

He waited... And waited... Until he realized he had grasped the older man's hand and was holding to it desperately.

"Ah, good boy..." Wesker looked at his former subordinate before throwing him on the center of the platform. Chris yelped, hitting his head on the surface. He had to take a few deep breaths until he stopped shaking.

"Look at you, Christopher. You're pathetic..." The older man shook his head.

The dark-haired man hissed. "Go fuck some zombies, will ya?"

"And why would I do that?" The other man replied in a tone so full of innuendoes that it made Chris feel sick. He turned around slowly and forced himself to get up on his knees.

That wasn't a good idea. Wesker stepped closer and touched his face, which made him furious. He glowered at the other man, looking disgusted.

The blond caressed Chris' skin with his fingers, obviously enjoying the reaction he got. "So helpless..."

Chris wished his hands weren't tied so he could've hit the other man. Right now, he couldn't even kick. Of course, he was sure that if he attacked the blond, he would get beaten badly. But...

The hell with it, he thought. I'm not going to give up that easily!

He waited for the right moment, and then when that came, he bit the older man's hand. Then he quickly closed his eyes, knowing what the response would be. Still, the slap was so hard that he fell down on his side.

"Now you're being bad again... I thought you would have figured out the rules by yourself, but I guess you're too dense after all. Actually, there's only one rule. If I don't say you can do something, you don't do it. Simple enough?" Wesker grabbed the younger man's short dark hair and lifted him up.

"Fuck you, Wesker..."

The blond slapped him again, not releasing the grip. Chris was about to shout another insult at the other man when he got himself thrown down flat on his face.

The older man kicked him and looked down on him, a malevolent smile on his face. "Mine..."

Chris lay there for a moment, waiting for the temporary feeling of weakness to pass. When he felt strong enough, he turned on his back and tried to keep himself calm... And if not that, at least quiet. Bitching at the other man wouldn't help him right now.

"I should just kill you now... But you deserve more, Christopher. I can only kill you once... But I can haunt you forever..."

Controlling the urge to give a nasty reply, the younger man pretended he wasn't listening. Wesker wasn't telling him anything new. He knew very well that the blond hated him. It was all there seemed to be left inside the older man, anyway.

Wesker knelt down beside Chris and seized him by the chin again, lifting him up. "I want you dead, but I guess you already know that..."

The dark-brown-haired gunman didn't reply, so Wesker continued, staring into his blue eyes. "Aren't you afraid, Chris? You know that you are going to die today... Except that I feel like being nice. So, I think I'll let you decide when and how..."

Chris stared back, not bothering to hide the disgust he was feeling. If the other man wanted him dead so badly, why did he keep putting it off? He almost wished that Wesker would just get on with it already.

The blond grinned and leaned closer to give the younger man a brutal kiss. Chris' eyes widened. He tried to fight the invading tongue, but there was nothing he could do. Pretty soon the kiss was so violent that it hurt, and he started having trouble breathing.

When the other man finally broke the kiss, Chris squirmed away from the touch, sitting down a few feet away from the B.O.W. and staring at him in disbelief while gasping for breath.

"Ugh... You're insane, Wesker!"

The older man raised an eyebrow, looking amused. He obviously knew how humiliated the dark-haired man was feeling right now. Humiliated being a mild word, since Chris felt mostly ill from the fact that another man had just kissed him. He cursed himself, feeling how the blood rushed to his cheeks.

"Hmm. Interesting reaction to such a violent kiss, Christopher..." Wesker nodded at the younger man's lower body. When the gunman realized what the blond was talking about, his face turned even redder. He was totally mortified.

The hell...? Eew...! I can't believe it! There must be something wrong with my body... Ugh...

Wesker laughed a bit when he saw the look on Chris' face. "Poor Christopher..."

The dark-haired man lay down on his stomach and closed his eyes. He'd have to calm down... He needed to think clearly if he even wanted to think of escaping from this maniac. He could hear - and feel - the other man walking back and forth next to him.

The blond knelt again and turned Chris around. "Oh well. I have to go do something now... I'll leave you alone for a moment. Don't try to get your hands free. You will only waste your strength... Besides, you wouldn't want to fall, now would you?"

Chris didn't answer. The other man stood up and laughed a bit, looking down. "So pitiful..."

Taking a deep breath, the younger man half-opened his eyes and looked at the man standing next to him. Well, mostly at the other man's feet, but that didn't matter. He hoped that he could somehow make Wesker fall down... But of course, that thought was pointless. It was not like the other man would get hurt that easily.

"I'll be back soon, Christopher..." Wesker laughed again and simply jumped down from the platform. He was gone before Chris had the time to move near the edge and look down.

A minute or two passed, then Chris glanced down again. The dark-clad man was nowhere to be seen, but the hunter was still there. Well, at least he had calmed down enough now to get rid of that small problem he had had after his body had decided not to listen to his mind.

There must be a way to get out of here...

He pulled at the thin rope that was tying his hands together. It was too tight; he couldn't loosen it even a little bit. That wouldn't stop him from trying, though.

What the hell is wrong with Wesker, anyway? Keeps telling me how much he hates me and wants me dead. And how I am his... Over and over... Crazy obsessed son of a bitch...

He pulled at the rope again, then tried to move his hands. He rolled over, struggling to get the rope to loosen.

Suddenly, the platform swung dangerously. Chris looked up, only to see that one of the chains was about to snap. He instantly stopped moving, breathing rapidly. If the platform fell, the results wouldn't be pretty...

The platform shook a bit, then the chain snapped. The movement made the dark-haired man roll down towards the corner where the chain had gone off. He crawled around quickly, trying to avoid being thrown over the edge.

There were still three chains left. Chris held his breath, waiting. It took a long while, but then the platform stopped moving and just hung there, held by the remaining chains. One corner was now slightly lower than the others were... He'd have to be careful.

Just when he thought it was safe again, the chain from the opposite corner where the other chain had snapped fell off, making the platform swing around. This caused the remaining two chains to give slack; Chris screamed as the platform suddenly dropped down to ten feet, then stopped and wavered, making the gunman feel dizzy.

Oh gods... this is not good...

"That looks dangerous, Christopher. That platform might crash down anytime..."

Chris turned to look at the speaker. Wesker was standing on a pile of steel blocks forty feet away from him, a smug grin on his face. The younger man countered with an icy glare, staying still and silently praying for his life.

"Actually, I think that is what would happen if there were any more weight on it..."

With that, the blond threw a knife at the other man's direction. It landed right next to him, cutting its way into the surface by an inch or two.

As a result, the remaining chains snapped... and the platform dropped down the remaining ten feet. Chris yelped, then grunted, temporarily losing control over his body as the platform crashed down on the concrete.

When he recovered his senses, he glanced around to see where the knife was. It was there beside his hands... He withdrew it from the platform and cut the thin rope with it as fast as he could.

That was a good choice, because right then the hunter leaped at him. He rolled off of the platform, barely avoiding the creature's attack.

The hunter landed on the platform, growled and leaped again. The blue-eyed man managed to get up on his knees, and then it was there. He cried from pain when the creature slashed a long cut on his bare shoulder. He stabbed it, then just slashed blindly, trying to get the thing off him. Amazingly enough, the creature soon fell back screaming, and then it just twitched as the ground below it turned red.

"Good, Christopher... Very good..."

The dark-haired man didn't have the time to turn to look at the other man. Wesker moved with an inhuman speed - Chris had only time to blink, and then the blond was in front of him. The older man snatched the knife from his hand and threw it across the room.

"A shame you had to kill my little pet... But then again, I have more. And the most prized one... is you..."

The tone of Wesker's voice made the younger man feel ill again. Then again, he had no doubts that the other man was insane.

The blond picked him up and threw him at the nearest wall. Chris groaned, falling down to the floor. Wesker walked to him and kicked him in the mid-section. The younger man curled up, holding his stomach.

"Just look at you, Chris. You're weak. I have barely touched you, and there you are, lying by my feet..."

Wesker laughed as he moved away. Chris' eyes followed the B.O.W. as he walked to the center of the warehouse. Two hunters appeared from somewhere and looked around before stopping next to the man. The blond smiled, looking at his victim.

"See? Cute little pets..."

The blond returned to where the younger man was and lifted him up, holding him against the wall. He stared into Chris' eyes, a wicked smile on his face. He moved his free hand, caressing the dark-haired man's chest with his index finger. "Mine..."

The younger man glared at him. "Go fuck your hunters, Wesker."

"Hmph." The dark-clad man slapped him hard, dropped him to the floor and walked to the hunters. "Funny. I could actually do that, if I wanted to... and if I had any of those empty human desires left. You see Christopher... These creatures obey me. Unlike you..."

Chris watched as a pair of sweepers and a single bandersnatch showed up, all grouping around the dark-clad man. Wesker walked around the beasts, and the creatures stepped out of his way as he moved. He patted one of the hunters, and the thing tilted its head and looked at him, its eyes glimmering.

The blond B.O.W. returned to Chris again and knelt beside him, a half-smile on his face. He grasped the younger man's chin, forcing him to look up.

"All mine..."

"Ha." The dark-haired man spit on Wesker's face. "Just keep telling that to yourself, you delusional little bastard..."

As a reward, Chris found himself hurled at the wall again. He bit his lip, colorful little stars bouncing in his field of vision. He closed his eyes, shaking. He could hear the other man's footsteps coming closer.

"Now that is what is wrong with you. You never do as you're told... You don't listen! You are always interfering with my plans... You're always in my way! That's why I hate you... But, pretty soon, I'll teach you how to obey..."

The gunman was pulled up to his feet and slapped again. He shook his head slowly - it felt awfully heavy.

"And now, Christopher..."

Wesker threw the younger man to the center of the room. Chris whimpered as he landed only twenty feet away from the creatures. He lay still for a moment, but when he opened his eyes, he could see that staying there wasn't a very clever idea.

He stood up slowly while keeping his eyes locked on the monsters that were all looking at him. The bandersnatch stayed where it was, but the others didn't. He swallowed as the hunters and the sweepers started advancing towards him. He knew very well what those beasts were capable of... They only needed a fraction of second, then they would be there to swipe his head off. From the corner of his eye, he could see the blond man standing behind him, about thirty-five feet away.

Stay still, he told himself. This is all a game to that sick son of a bitch. Stay still, and it'll be over soon enough... And it'll be over fast, and then the bastard's little game is over. He'll lose while he wins...

The closest hunter leaped at his direction, and he took a quick step back, shaking a bit. Unarmed, he stood no chance against the creatures.

Don't... give... up...

But what should he do? Staying here would be giving up, because then he would die. Running from the beasts would be prolonging the suffering - the very moment he tried to run the hunters would get him. The worst option was backing away, escaping where the monsters wouldn't follow...

In other words, giving in and hiding behind Wesker's back, whom the monsters obeyed. Hiding behind someone like a scared child... Unfortunately, it was the option that would keep him alive for a little longer.

Again, he cursed the instincts that made him want to live. They made him walk backwards involuntarily, still staring at the creatures. The first hunter was almost right in front of him. It snarled, obviously ready to kill him. Why it didn't do that was beyond him.

Abruptly, someone seized him from behind, wrapping a strong arm around his chest. "Mine..."

The hunter stared at its prey, but stayed where it was. Chris struggled to free himself from the stronger man's hold, only to find the grip getting even stronger.

Wesker raised his other hand and flipped his wrist, and the hunter backed off, returning where the others were. Then all four wandered to the other side of the warehouse. The bandersnatch still stood there in the center, doing nothing.

"See how obedient they are? That's how you should be, too..."

The blond pressed the younger man against his own body, laughing. "Mine... Ah hah hah hah haa... Mine, Christopher..."

Wesker held the dark-haired man still firmly, completely ignoring the resistance. He chuckled as he moved his free hand to the younger man's throat and gripped it. Chris tried to struggle again, but he instantly noticed that the harder he fought, the tighter the grip turned. Soon it made it hard to breathe. He gasped for breath, squeezing the older man's arm. Finally he gave up and stayed still, trembling from the lack or air.

"My poor Christopher..." The B.O.W. laughed a bit and released the deadly grip.

Chris took a few deep breaths, then elbowed the older man on the side, knowing that he wouldn't do much damage. It was always worth a try, anyway. "You... son of a... bitch!"

"Still didn't learn your lesson, Chris? Have it your way then..."

The dark-clad man turned Chris around so that they were facing each other, then raised him above the ground with his right hand and stared at him for a moment. Then he threw the other man away with a single, light movement of his hand.

Chris moaned as he landed on his back, slamming his head against the concrete. He touched the back of his head and looked at his hand - there was blood on his fingers. The headache seemed to get worse all of a sudden, and he had trouble keeping his eyes open.

Then he heard something coming closer... and then that something swiped at him, making him scream from pain. He could hear the other man laughing somewhere nearby. The creature's next attack left scratch marks on his side. He crawled away from it, ignoring the pain.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the hunter preparing to leap at him again. He waited until it did, then quickly rolled under it, getting up to his feet and stumbling away from it. That was a bad move - he had forgotten that the other monsters were still there. One of the sweepers was standing right in his path.

Damn it...

He glanced around, only to see that his options were very limited. There was the hunter behind him, the sweeper in front of him, and the bandersnatch was coming towards him from his right side. The only way to get away from the creatures was to his left... Where the dark-clad man was standing, looking as smug as before.

Chris sighed - there was only one way to go if he wanted to live. He wasn't about to stay here and get mauled by the monsters.

The older man let him pass; there was nothing behind him but solid wall. The gunman faltered next to the wall and dropped down to his knees, breathing heavily. He was feeling nauseated.

The other monsters would not come close, but the bandersnatch did. It stopped near the blond and proceeded by extending its single arm, trying to hit Chris, but Wesker was quicker. He grabbed the arm and pushed it back so hard that the beast fell down.

"Looks like someone else here needs a lesson, too..." Wesker walked to the bandersnatch and kicked it, then just glared at it as it snarled and backed away. "Stupid animal. You don't touch him unless I say so... He's mine."

Chris took a few deep breaths, then got to his feet and moved away from the scene, leaning on the wall. He was certain that one of the creatures would stop him, but right now, it didn't matter. He glanced at Wesker; the blond continued by kicking the bandersnatch some more, then finally seized it and broke its neck.

"Inferior beast..." The B.O.W. turned leisurely, then smiled as he saw what the younger man was up to. "Going somewhere, Christopher...?"

The brown-haired gunman looked at him but didn't reply. He moved slowly, dragging himself along the wall. Wesker didn't come closer; he just stood there, watching...

What... is he doing?

He found that out in the next few seconds - one of the hunters suddenly captured him and pressed him down on the floor. He cried out weakly, unable to get the beast off him. It held him down, staring at him with its golden B.O.W. eyes.

"That must feel uncomfortable, Christopher. Want me to call it off?"

Chris swore silently, knowing this was part of the game again. "Fuck you, you... coward...! Hiding behind your grotesque pets..."

The hunter seized his arm, pressing its nails into his skin. He struggled a bit, but the creature was much stronger than he was. He shivered, fighting against the pain.

"Ow... Shit... Aaaah..."

The blond man smirked. "Well?"

"Go to... hell... you... motherfucker... Argh..." The gunman pressed his eyes closed, most of his body going numb. The hunter was heavy - the weight was almost crushing him.

"Your call." Wesker shrugged, then walked away and sat on a crate near the corner. Chris moaned without a sound, hurting all over. He tried to resist, but there was no turning back now... The creature was too heavy, and its sharp claws were deadly.

Maybe... I should've... given up...

That was the last thought in his mind before the world went dark.

The floor felt chilly. Chris half-opened his eyes, shivering. He was lying near the collapsed wall of the warehouse... It was dark outside. His headache was as bad as before, but he was getting used to it by now. His body ached, but it was nothing he couldn't handle.

The hunters weren't there, nor were the sweepers. Also, the blond B.O.W. was nowhere to be seen. Still, he had the feeling that the older man was nearby.

He could hear a low, empty howl. That meant that there were zombies somewhere near him... And of course, he was still unarmed. The zombies were quite difficult to take on empty-handed.

He crept to the cracked wall and got up, supporting himself against it. He almost felt like throwing up, so he stayed still for a while, waiting to see if it would pass. It eventually did, and he felt a bit better, although still somewhat weak. The fresh sea air cleared his head a little, and he took several deep breaths, thinking.

I need to find my equipment... And then, I need to get off of this island... I must find Claire.

Suddenly, the mournful howling came closer. He raised his head to see half a dozen T-virus-infested Umbrella people lurching at his direction.

"Damn..."

The dark-haired man glanced around. There were no hiding places, and he knew he wouldn't be able to run past the zombies. He decided to go back inside the warehouse - maybe he would be able to find something to fight with.

He stumbled backwards, keeping an eye on the zombies while looking around. There were several crates, steel blocks and a couple of barrels. Some useless junk was lying in the nearest corner, but there was nothing that could be used as a weapon. He moved over to check it anyway; maybe, just maybe there would be something... a pipe or a screwdriver...

But there was nothing but junk. He picked up a short piece of wood, knowing that it wouldn't help him much. It wasn't even sharp. The zombies were closing in, so he dodged them by moving to the other side of the building, still staring at them.

What do I do...?

There were large double doors on the left side of the warehouse, but the steel blocks were in the way. There was no way he could open those doors. Unfortunately, they were the only doors around. The other way out of here was the large opening in the wall, but the zombies were in the way, grouping so that it would be impossible to go around them.

I should be able to knock one of those things down... and then run past the rest...

With that, he rushed forward, attacking the closest ex-Umbrella worker. He managed to get the zombie down, but it grabbed his foot and bit him, making him drop the piece of wood.

"Argh..."

He kicked the zombie, managing to get it off him... but then two others got him, forcing him to fight for his life. He knew the things had the upper hand; whenever he got one off, two others lunged at him, seizing him.

In the middle of the chaotic scene, he heard cold laughter. He looked up at the source of it - Wesker was standing on a rafter fifty feet above his head.

"My dear Christopher... you look like you could use some help."

Once again, Chris felt like shouting some insults at the blond, but right now, he didn't exactly have the opportunity to do so. He was tackled down to the floor, but not before he managed to kick one of the zombies so hard that it fell down and stayed there immobile. The remaining five were still on him. He struggled, knowing that he was about to lose.

"Nnngh..."

There was a quiet thud as the B.O.W. jumped down easily, making a perfect landing next to the dead zombie. He grabbed the closest one and sent it flying across the warehouse. Then another one experienced the same fate... and then a third one. The remaining two got up and turned to face their new victim... who crushed their skulls with a single blow on their heads.

Chris was hurt, so he stayed still, wondering one thing...

Why... did he... save me? He wants me dead, anyway... It's... as if he...

He didn't resist as he was picked up. He was hurting all over, and didn't have the strength to fight right now. He knew it would be useless, anyway. He could hear the hunters again, and glanced around. He was right - he could see them near the wall, probably making sure that the zombies were dead since they were tearing something to pieces.

Wesker put the younger man down on some crates and caressed his shoulder calmly, obviously thinking about something. The dark-haired man looked away, not even wanting to know what was going on in the blond's mind. It surely was a dark place.

He ignored the soft touch, wishing the older man would stop. It almost felt nice... And he didn't want to associate the word 'nice' with anything that the B.O.W. did. But still... right now, the dark-clad man was being very careful...

His eyes widened when he realized what the other man had just started doing - Wesker was using a first-aid spray on the wounds Chris had. Some of the pain went away, and the blue-eyed gunman relaxed, almost thankful for the help. Almost.

The moment of rest didn't last for long. Before he had time to even notice, the B.O.W. was lying on top of him.

"Grr..." The younger man gave the other man another icy glare, but it was ignored.

"Ah... so pretty..." Wesker started fondling the dark-haired man's body with his fingers, obsessed smile on his face. All Chris could do was stare at him.

What... the... fuck...?

The blond gave him a short but brutal kiss, then concentrated on touching his shoulders and chest. Chris struggled a bit, but gave up when slapped a few times. The taller man grinned, moving his hand lower. When it reached Chris' waist, he tried to resist again, but it was in vain. The hand just slid even lower, stopping on his crotch.

The gunman's eyes went wide, and he stared at the blond, his blue eyes filled with incredulity.

Oh, crap...! What is he...? Ugh... Gods, he can't be thinking of...!

He attempted to push the older man off, but naturally failed. Then he tried to wrestle, but Wesker held him down easily with his own weight. His face turned red when the B.O.W. moved his hand a bit, coaxing a reaction out of the younger man. His body suddenly refused to cooperate, and all he could do was listen to the blond man's sadistic laughter.

After recovering from the initial shock, Chris tried to fight again. He writhed, hating his body for betraying him like this. But no matter how hard he tried, the blond wouldn't stop. Finally he screeched in frustration, grabbed the other man's arms, and scratched him.

Wesker didn't care; he just continued until the younger man was completely hard. Then he rose a bit, stopping to admire his work. Chris used the opportunity and struck him with all his might, successfully knocking him down to the ground. The B.O.W. was on his feet again in seconds; he looked down at the man lying on the crates, shaking his head.

"After all I did, is this how you thank me, Christopher? Such ungrateful behavior..."

The dark-haired man flared at him with anger and humiliation. "Fuck you... you... bastard...!"

Wesker grabbed him by the short dark-brown hair and drew him down to the floor, then dragged him to the center of the warehouse, disregarding the desperate struggling. He let go, smiled a bit and walked back to the crates.

Chris lay still face down, cursing in his thoughts and gritting his teeth. He was aroused again, and that made him feel quite uncomfortable... But, he had worse things to think about right now. He could hear the familiar chittering, and knew that the hunters were about to jump at him again. He decided not to care; after what the blond had done, he felt like dying.

He forced himself to turn around, and managed to do so just before one of the creatures leaped onto him. He cried out, pain flaring through his body. The hunter's claws pierced his skin, making him bleed.

He writhed without the strength to fight, sobbing silently. He wasn't in the shape to take any more of this...

"N-no..."

The hunter froze the second Chris voiced the silent plea. It turned to look at its master, and then walked away from its victim. Without moving or saying a word, its master had just given it a clear command.

The gunman didn't move; he just rested there, trembling. This was too much. What on earth had he done to deserve such a horrible fate? As if he hadn't been through enough...

He yelped as the other man picked him up. He had half the mind to tell Wesker off, but he knew it was no good. The more he cursed the older man, the more the older man hurt him.

"Now, Chris, we go outside. You need some fresh air to clear your head... Maybe you'll understand what I'm saying to you after that..."

Wesker half-dragged the younger man across the warehouse and stepped outside through the collapsed wall. Chris made a few weak attempts to get away, but failed. He was soon thrown to the dry ground. After lying still for a while, he looked up to see the sky - it was dark and clouded.

"It's too bad I have to hurt you. But that's how it is, Christopher. You refuse to obey..."

Chris' only reply was yet another cold glare. For that, he was rewarded with a kick to the side. The blond walked back and forth in front of him, then finally stopped and leered at him.

"You're impossible. Well, there are still a few things I can do. After that..."

The B.O.W. continued speaking, but the dark-haired man ignored most of it. He had heard it all before today... His eyes wandered, stopping at a nearby cliff. He studied the gray surface, lacking anything better to do. He really didn't feel like listening to Wesker's delusional little talk.

There was a rustling sound, and two giant spiders emerged from a large crack in the cliff. The blond paid no attention, but Chris did. He stared at them, once again cursing the fact that he was unarmed. The spiders headed their way, moving amazingly fast.

"Oh, shit..." He swore quietly.

The older man swung around, but was too late. The first spider was there already, and locked itself onto Wesker's body, trying to poison him while at it. The man quickly grabbed it and proceeded to pull some of its legs off, and when the spider let go off him, he tore it in half. The second spider didn't have better luck, either - it got its head ripped off as soon as it got close enough.

A third one appeared out of nowhere and lunged at Chris. He didn't have time to get on his feet, but he managed to get up to his knees and dive behind the nearest thing that would provide some cover - unfortunately for him, that was Wesker.

The spider focused on attacking the blond, who frowned and kicked it, sending it flying across the yard. Then he walked over and squashed its head.

"Bugs... Hmmh."

The B.O.W. turned to look at Chris, who was crouching on the spot where he had just been. He smiled smugly and returned there, only to grab the younger man and pull him to his feet.

Wesker held the other man close to himself, staring into the blue eyes. "So... Is it just me, or is your brain working better already...?"

The dark-haired man glared at him. "Ha... You deranged freak!"

The blond slapped him across the face once again, shaking his head slightly. "Obviously not...Hmph."

Chris tried to fight as he was dragged back to the warehouse. Once inside, the older man stopped and threw his ex-subordinate at the left-side wall, giving a silent order to the hunters that were still wandering around inside the building.

A few seconds passed, and then one of the hunters leaped at the blue-eyed man. He reacted too slowly, and wasn't able to evade the attack. The creature backed off after slashing a nasty cut on his back.

"Gaaah..."

"Why, Christopher... Why do you have to be so stubborn?"

The young man shook his head slightly. He kept his eyes locked on the hunter as he got up, leaning to the wall for some support. He didn't want to admit it, but he was quite near the point where he would simply collapse. Wesker had maybe taken care of some of the wounds, but that wasn't enough to return his strength.

The hunter circled around in front of him for a while until it got tired of waiting and attacked again. The gunman jumped to the side and fell down, barely avoiding the sharp claw. He lay still for a moment, feeling his heart race. He forced himself up on his feet and stumbled to the side in a desperate attempt to escape the creature, which was about to leap at him again.

"There we go. A little more, Christopher..."

Chris - yet again - cursed himself and the older man, while following the hunter's movements. The beast chattered in its weird way and tilted its head, waiting to see if its master wanted something. The gunman used the opportunity to move away from it, knowing that it wouldn't help him that much.

There was a moment of silence. The dark-haired man held his breath, preparing himself. The creature locked its eyes on him... and then it jumped.

So did Chris. Once he landed, he rolled over and crept away from the hunter until he was safely behind the blond man while still glaring at the creature. The hunter didn't try anything; it just turned around and walked to the others.

Wesker turned to face the younger man, smiling evilly. "Well. Need another round?"

"Hrm..." The dark-haired man didn't give an answer. He just looked away, biting his lip. He had had enough of the other man's games.

"Once more, I'd say..." The B.O.W. picked Chris up, threw him to the hunters and walked casually next to the wall.

The younger man got another wound on his back before he returned to his senses and managed to move out of the way. He felt dizzy and quite tired. Part of him was telling him to lay still and get killed, but the other part was stronger. It made him crawl all the way to the wall, get up, and lean onto a random crate while slowly moving away from the creatures that were stalking him. Both hunters were ready to attack him, but something kept them from doing so.

He staggered to his left and stopped, standing up straight and glaring at Wesker for a brief moment before his feet gave away.

"I... think... I hate you..." He mumbled as he slumped next to the taller man's feet.

Wesker laughed, looking down at him. "Oh, the feeling is mutual, Christopher..."

He walked around the ex-STARS member lying by his feet. "It took some effort... But finally, you understand what's best for you. You sure took your time, Chris... At least you were wise enough to know that I would protect you from those monsters..."

Protect? Chris thought, feeling drained. Ha... You just like playing god.

The older man knelt down while continuing his speech. "Now, you're simply too exhausted to do anything but lie there... Makes me feels so good, Christopher... To see you so weakened..."

Once again, there was no reply. Wesker grabbed the younger man by the throat and lifted him to his feet, staring into his eyes. He even removed his sunglasses for a moment. All Chris could see in the golden eyes was a feeling that went beyond hatred and obsession.

"Mine..." The older man whispered as he put the sunglasses back on and touched the other man's face.

The dark-haired man coughed, trying to breathe normally. "Damn... it... Wesker... Just... kill me already..."

The golden-eyed man raised an eyebrow and laughed again. "Already? Oh no, Christopher... not yet."

With that, the blond pressed the other man against the wall, using his right hand to capture and hold Chris' hands above his head. The B.O.W. smirked, letting his other hand wander down below the younger man's waist. When the action registered in Chris' mind, he started struggling fiercely, but as always, resistance was futile.

"You... fucking bastard..." He growled. "Don't you dare..."

Wesker laughed, easily restraining the younger man. "Oh, but I think I will... After all, Christopher... You're mine."

He leaned down and proceeded to kiss Chris' chest, his lips brushing over the other man's nipples. The dark-haired man writhed, unable to get away. He closed his eyes when the older man moved his hand, reviving the burning feeling that had almost left his body after bothering him for the longest time. There was no way out of this... All he could do was pray that he would die.

No... Please, no... This is worse than dying... He's going to... rape me.

He turned his head away when Wesker tried to kiss him on the lips, but for that he got a hard blow to his face, followed by a violent, suffocating kiss. The older man seized him by the throat and held him so hard that for a moment, he couldn't breathe at all. When the blond finally broke the kiss, he just gasped for air, unable to do anything else.

"You have no idea how much I enjoy seeing you so defenseless..." The B.O.W. laughed a bit, releasing his grip. Chris slumped to the floor by the wall, holding his throat and coughing.

Wesker knelt down and touched the younger man's face, caressing his chin tenderly. "Mine. And now, Christopher, I shall teach you what it truly means..."

I can guess.

The dark-haired man didn't have the strength to resist when the B.O.W. drew him closer and leaned over him. Next thing he knew, Wesker was stripping him from the rest of his clothes. He hated himself for not being able to offer any kind of resistance - he was practically letting the other man do whatever he wanted.

Just kill me. Please. Kill me...

Chris shivered from cold when he was bared completely. He wanted to die. Anything but... this. This had to be one of the most horrible things he could think of. He had never thought this could happen to him... and yet, here he was, unable to do anything about the fact that he was about to be raped.

Obviously pleased with his work so far, the blond man chuckled a bit as he nudged Chris' legs apart and sat between them. He ran his left hand across the younger man's chest, while his other hand wandered down to the other man's lower body. He wrapped his fingers around the gunman's erection, fondling all over. He didn't need to hold the other man down – his actions were making Chris quite helpless.

He kissed the blue-eyed man briefly, then grinned and leaned down to where his right hand was. He moved his fingers down to the base of the organ while his lips captured the tip of the other's hard sex. He proceeded to suckle gently, which made the young gunman first freeze... and then start struggling.

"Nnnh... Get off me... Aaaah...!"

Chris' cheeks felt hot. He writhed powerlessly, trying to push the older man away. He tried to squirm away, and lifted his hips off the ground, only to find the sensation growing stronger... and more torturing. It had been some time since he had done anything... Right now, his body was determined to betray him and enjoy this.

"Aaah... Don't..."

The blond lifted his head and smiled to the other man. "But why not, Christopher? Don't you like it? I think you do..."

He snickered evilly and stopped fondling Chris for a moment to remove the black glove from his right hand, then licked his fingers and returned his hand to where it had been. He moved it lower under the dark-haired man while leaning down to kiss the tip of the hard organ again. His fingers stopped between Chris' buttocks as they found what they were looking for, and he pressed one digit inside the younger man, moving it very slowly.

The gunman stopped moving instantly when he felt something entering him. "What are you... S-stop it...! Aaaarghh!"

He had to get the invader out; pressing his legs together was a natural reflex. Except that he wasn't able to do that, since Wesker was in the way. The next moment, the older man's finger hit something, and all Chris ended up doing was wrapping his legs around the B.O.W.

"Aaanh...?" His eyes went wide.

"Mm, Christopher... You like it? This here..." Wesker moved his finger a bit more. "...Is a very sensitive spot. Touching it causes quite a stimulating sensation..."

Chris closed his eyes and wriggled, unconsciously pressing himself against the other man's hand. The blond laughed, continuing faster, caressing the younger man's member with his other hand.

Oh gods... The brown-haired man thought with tears burning in his eyes. NO!!!

If he had thought that getting raped would be horrible, this was even worse. The B.O.W. was touching him, and forcing him to enjoy it. Simply making him want it, badly... He sobbed silently, unable to hold back the tears.

"Christopher..." The older man's voice was oddly gentle, but there was a hint of insanity as well. He moved into a half-lying position on top of Chris and kissed his bare shoulders, carefully pressing a second finger deep into him. As a result, his ex-subordinate yelped and tried to hit him, with no effect.

"Aah... No...!"

The dark-clad man laughed a bit. "Oh, but yes... Why are you resisting? I know it hurts, but not that much..."

Chris tried to strike the older man again, but Wesker captured his wrist and pushed his hand down. He moved up and pressed his lips against the younger man's, but this time, the kiss wasn't a violent one.

"Mmh!" The gunman tried to shake his head, losing all remaining control over his body. He wrapped his arms around the older man, desperately trying to grab onto something. There was nothing more he could do... Whenever he tried, those two digits inside him made him too weak.

The B.O.W. broke the kiss and smiled obsessively, staring into the other man's half-lidded blue eyes.

"Chris..." He whispered. "You know that I despise you... Hate you... And yet, you keep coming back to me... Even when I hurt you and gave you to the hunters, you came back to me... I have to admire you for that. You are loyal after all..."

The younger man was unable to reply, even though he wished to. To tell the older man that he was wrong... That he did it because he knew it was the only thing to do if he wanted to live... And that was all he wanted. To live, no matter how much it hurt. That thought surprised Chris himself.

Wesker closed his eyes for a moment, still smiling. When he opened his eyes, he looked at his captive, filled with a strange feeling of satisfaction. "Mine..."

He withdrew his right hand and worked with his clothes for a while. "Now comes the part where I have to hurt you a little... But, Christopher... That is not what I'm doing here. I don't need to do that... Because what I am doing now is far more effective than hurting you..."

I... have... noticed...

That was the truth, and Chris hated himself for it.

The blond man lifted the gunman's lower body up from the ground while his left hand moved down. He searched for the small entrance again and used his hand to guide himself as he pressed his own hard sex into the younger man. The sudden pressure made Chris scream, but the sound was cut off by a gentle kiss. The black-clad man's left hand returned to where it had been - between the two men, down on the younger man's crotch.

"Mmmmh...! No! Nooooo!"

Chris was silenced with another kiss, and he closed his eyes, giving up. His body was on fire. Burning... It made him wish that he couldn't feel anything. It made him cry quietly; weep from the pain the older man was causing...

And it made him cling to the blond, moan helplessly and press himself against the hard length that filled him, ignoring the pain. Until he couldn't feel the pain. Until there was only pleasure...

"That's more like it, Christopher..." The B.O.W. whispered.

He started moving faster, closing his eyes. If the younger man would have looked at his former captain, he might've actually seen something on the blond's face. Wesker was enjoying this. Not that much physically, but mentally. He had won the game... with a perfect score.

"N-Aahh... Aah... N-no..."

The older man chuckled and nibbled the brown-haired man's earlobe. "Give up... Just give up... Mine..."

Chris trembled as his mind went blurry. He couldn't see a thing; he couldn't hear or feel anything, either. The only feeling left was the bliss that tortured his body, making him insane...

Almost making him beg the older man to give him the release he needed.

"Give up, Christopher... I can feel it... so close..."

The dark-clad man pressed in deep, grinning as the younger man arched his back and squirmed in his hold, totally lost in ecstasy.

Chris wept weakly. He didn't want this. No... Not this... But he couldn't stand it any longer. All he could do was scream as he came, wetting the blond's hand.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhh!!! W...esker...!!!"

"Mine... Ah ha ha ha haa...!" Wesker threw his head back, almost shaking. His cruel laughter mirrored what he was feeling; he was taken over by complete insanity.

The younger man wasn't listening. He was crying uncontrollably, hating himself for allowing this to happen. To be stripped out of dignity... Disgraced...Why couldn't he fight? Why didn't he resist? Why didn't he kill himself before that freak got him and did this?

Because he wanted to live.

Finally, the blond man drew off of him, still laughing. Some more time passed until Wesker got his act together again and turned back into the cold, cruel bastard that he was.

"Ah, Christopher... that was interesting, don't you think?" He adjusted his clothing and looked at the young man who was lying naked on the ground. "Quite nice. Something humans might want to do before they die..."

So I die now, eh? Chris thought, not even looking at the other man. He was too tired to cry anymore; he was exhausted and very much humiliated. Dying didn't sound too bad at the moment.

"Now... the quick way, or the slow and painful way...? I have your equipment right here inside this wooden crate... If I had any mercy, I'd take your gun and just shoot you. One bullet and it would be over... But, really think I would let you go so easily? No. Instead, I will kill you with my bare hands..."

Wesker picked the younger man up by the dark hair and then wrapped his fingers around Chris' throat.

The gunman coughed. The world went black for a moment, and he thought he had died... but then the blond let go and let him fall down to the ground.

The B.O.W had just been interrupted by his radio. He turned around to listen, apparently very annoyed by the fact that he was disturbed like this. The news didn't make him too happy, either.

"What is it, Jake...?" Silence, then, "Alexia did what?"

He listened for some more, then replied, "Fine. Stay there, I will be right there..." Then he turned to look at the younger man.

"You seem to be Lady Luck's favorite, Christopher. I will probably never understand why, but that's how it is, anyway..." He knelt down and seized the dark-haired man by the jaw, staring into his eyes. Chris didn't want to look, but the tight grip forced him to do so.

"Christopher..."

The ex-STARS member glared at his former captain, gritting his teeth. Wesker caressed his face with one finger, shaking his head slightly.

"Too bad, but I have to go now. You see... I just heard Alexia somehow killed the three-man surveillance team I sent to Antarctica. She seems to be very powerful, so I need to go get her myself... If I were you, I would be very worried about Claire... Ha ha ha..."

Chris flared at him with anger, but was too tired to struggle.

"I would very much like to kill you, but I want to enjoy it. Right now, I don't have time for that. I will see you later, Christopher..." Wesker laughed and planted a short but brutal kiss on the younger man's lips before releasing him and simply vanishing from sight.

The dark-haired man lay still for a long time, hurting all over. He was almost ready to die... But no. He wouldn't give up that easily...

I need to... get up... I must find a way to get to Antarctica myself...

He lay still for a bit more, then forced himself to roll over and look around. The hunters were gone. There was no one inside the warehouse except him. He shook his head to clear it and tried to move.

Ugh... Pain...

But the pain was mild compared to the mortification, so he simply ignored it and crawled over to the wooden crate that Wesker had pointed out. He opened it slowly, only stopping for a moment when he felt dizzy, and then looked inside. All his equipment and weapons were indeed there... And his pants and shoes were still lying nearby where the B.O.W. had dumped them.

He gathered his things and started dressing slowly, silently cursing the fact that his hands were shaking. There was no time to mess around. He used a couple of herb mixes to cure his wounds, hoping that they would also make him feel stronger. He had to go...

Antarctica...

He sighed and stood up, taking a few deep breaths as he felt the dizziness finally ease a little.

I can only pray I get there before he does.

Author's notes:

Took way too long... If you ask my dear proofreader, that is. She was practically jumping at my throat every time I gave her little bits to show what I was writing.

Based on something my sister came up with, about Wesker playing with Chris. Hee hee hee... Poor poor Chris.

BTW, Jake is one of Wesker's men. Pointless, yes, but just felt like the guy should have a name.

- Elmina (November, 2002)