Strong fingers wrapped around Chris' neck. He struggled, but the strength of that inhuman grip made him drop his gun, and all he could do was to grab that strong wrist with both hands and try to keep the other man from strangling him.

"...G... gah... aa..."

Wesker smiled evilly, holding the blue-eyed man off the floor easily with one hand.

"Hello again, Christopher. You're not very good at hiding..."

Chris' vision turned blurry, and he blinked a couple of times, trying to think straight. He could barely breathe, and he could guess that it wouldn't take much more from the other man to kill him. Of course, he knew Wesker wouldn't do that - the blond would never let him die so easily.

"...gh... We...s..ker... ...you..."

"Aw, got a problem, Christopher? Oh well, I can let you go..."

Chris felt the grip easing and gasped for air - and the next moment he was hurled across the room. He hit the floor, and lay there for a moment, shaking his head in attempt to clear his thoughts.

Stupid... stupid stupid... you walked straight into his trap...

He heard footsteps, and then the other man knelt beside him.

"Pretty... so helpless..." Wesker leaned close to Chris' face and grinned. "So.... Mine... All mine..."

The other man turned his face away and closed his eyes. Gods... he thought. What happened to Claire? I hope she didn't come this way. Stupid. A trap! Who knows what else he's up to...?

"Why don't you... just... kill me already... and be done with it..."

The blond laughed. "Kill? Oh, I will kill you, Christopher... But before that... Let's say that soon you'll be begging for me to kill you..."

With a few skillful moves, Wesker removed his victim's vest and tossed it away. This gave Chris enough time to gather some strength, and he tried to get up, but the blond grabbed his hair with his right hand and pressed him back down.

"Uh uh, no moving. Lie there nicely or I'll have to hurt you..."

"Let me go, you bastard! I'll-mmh!"

Chris' protests were silenced as the older man slapped his free hand over the brunette's mouth. Wesker grinned, staring into the other man's eyes behind his sunglasses.

"I told you to be nice, Christopher. Know what happens to those who don't do as they're told? Something like... this..."

At the moment the hand was removed from his face, Chris took a deep breath and prepared to hit Wesker - anything to get the blond off him for a moment so he could escape - but that chance passed too quickly. The next thing he knew - or, felt - was a hard blow to his mid-section. He gritted his teeth, immediately moving his hand to cover himself.

"Argh... y... you... bastard..."

The blond grabbed Chris' hair again. "Learned your lesson yet, Christopher?"

"...I don't... have to... listen to you..."

Wesker smirked while working with the younger man's belt with his free hand. "Maybe not, but you know what happens if you don't..."

The blue-eyed man glared at his captor, deciding to risk trying to get up again. He soon learned that it was a bad decision, as another blow, even harder than the last one, was delivered to his stomach, making him groan in pain.

Wesker didn't settle for hitting only once this time, but let go of Chris' hair, only to hit him on the face. The second blow made the dark-haired gunman dizzy, and he fell back to the floor, powerless. He raised his left hand slowly and touched his face, only to find out that his lip was bleeding.

"...Damn... you..."

The blond finished getting Chris' belt off, and threw it, followed by the younger man's weapons, to the other side of the room.

"Well equipped, I see. But let's see what we have here..."

Wesker got up and walked casually to where he had discarded the vest earlier. He picked it up, then smiled evilly as he found what he was looking for.

"Very nice and sharp knife. Always keep one of these with you..." He snickered, then knelt back down beside the other man.

Chris blinked slowly, taking a deep breath to regain his calmness. "What... what are you... damn bastard... planning to do... with that...?"

He got the answer soon enough, as Wesker placed the blade against his neck and cut his shirt neatly. Then the older man put the knife away, calmly ripped Chris' shirt off and threw the remains to the direction of the vest.

"This. And maybe something else... Right now, I'm quite pleased with what I see..."

Chris felt a bit cold with his upper body bared like that, but silently swore to himself that he wouldn't let Wesker notice any signs of weakness. That didn't prove to be an easy task - his throat hurt from the choking, his back and head were hurting from hitting the floor, and the beating he'd taken didn't make things any easier.

What the hell does he want? To kill me, yes, but...?

Wesker grabbed the younger man's short hair again, leaning down to stare into the blue eyes. He grinned, then placed his left hand on Chris' chest. He moved his hand up slowly, making the dark-haired man frown. The touch wasn't unpleasant or anything - on the contrary, actually. The older man moved his hand almost like he'd wanted Chris to like the touch.

Then, the strong fingers stopped under the gunman's chin, and captured him in a sturdy hold. Chris raised his hands, grabbed the other man's wrist and tried to push the hand away. His attempt was in vain - the other was way stronger than he was and didn't have any problems keeping his hold.

"Let... go... Argh..."

Wesker 's grin turned ominous as he moved close to Chris' ear and whispered, "No, Christopher... I have other plans."

Ignoring the younger man's resistance completely, the fingers holding Chris' chin forced him to open his mouth. He tried to fight, but then the blond pressed his lips against his and kissed him.

"Mmmh!"

Chris' eyes widened in surprise as he realized what was happening. He tried to grab Wesker's throat, but his hands only found the older man's collar. He tried to push the other away with all his power but lost his strength as the kiss turned violent.

The older man's tongue pressed deep into his mouth, and he tried to bite. Wesker rewarded that attempt by increasing the power of the grip on his chin, and the pain made Chris even dizzier. He gave up struggling for a moment, closing his eyes. Trying to ignore the fact that he was being kissed like that wasn't, however, possible. It also gave him more problems, as it was getting difficult to breathe.

Wesker broke the kiss for a moment, let go of the younger man's hair and captured Chris' hands, forcing him to move them above his head. The gunman took the opportunity to glare at his captor. He also wanted to shout vulgarities at the blond, but could only gasp for air.

"Look at you, Christopher... Lying there, so vulnerable and helpless..."

"...Go to... hell... Wesker..."

The older man snickered evilly. "Maybe... But have you ever stopped to think about this - what if we are in hell already?"

He laughed for a moment, then ran his fingers down Chris' chest. "Welcome to hell, Christopher. Wish you were dead already?"

Chris closed his eyes, not wanting to look at Wesker's grinning face. His vision was blurry anyway, and trying to concentrate on looking at anything made his head hurt.

"I think you do... and if not, you soon will..." The older man whispered. He moved closer and kissed Chris again, then let go off the younger man's hands.

At the very moment his hands were freed, Chris hit the blond with all his power. This caused Wesker to back off a little, but then he responded with a few hard blows directed at the younger man's face.

"You learn slowly, eh, Christopher?" Wesker said with a mocking voice. Then he hit the dark-haired man a few more times, obviously just because he felt like it. He didn't have to do it to keep the younger man from moving - Chris had hit his head against the floor on the last blow and was unable to move for the time being.

"...Agh..."

"Now, be nice..."

Wesker took the knife again, holding it in his right hand and studying the blade while he placed his left hand on the younger man's chest. His fingers caressed Chris' skin, slowly moving lower until they stopped on the blue-eyed man's pants.

"I don't think you need these..."

The blond neatly cut the younger man's pants open. He ripped some of the thick fabric off, leaving only remains of the pants hanging around the blue-eyed man's ankles.

It took a moment for Chris to realize what was happening, but when he felt his lower body being bared too, he tried to kick the other man. He was stopped just as quickly; Wesker grabbed his leg, pressed the blade of the knife against the bare skin and cut slightly, making the younger man bleed.

"Aargh! You...!"

"I see you're not listening to me at all, Christopher. Fine, let's make it simple. You fight back, I hurt you more than I'd hurt you otherwise..."

Chris glared darkly at his captor, without really seeing him. "...Fuck you, Wesker..."

The older man threw the knife away and laughed. Chris gave up for a moment, closing his eyes and trying to ignore the fact that he was almost naked and the floor was cold. He couldn't figure out what was so amusing in what he had just said.

Wesker leaned closer, pressing his face close to the younger man's ear again. His fingers caressed Chris' chest with exceptional gentleness.

"Oh, but Christopher... I was just getting to that part..."

The older man proceeded to kiss Chris again, as violently as during the other times. Chris tried to grab something, anything to get that monster off him... and then he finally realized what Wesker meant.

Hell no! That damn bastard is so NOT going to rape me!

He panicked for a moment, succeeding in grabbing Wesker's hair with one hand. However, instead of getting the other man off him, he only had the power to hold the older man there. He calmed down soon enough, but fighting back was hard. The brutal kiss was taking away his strength.

Wesker broke the kiss, grinning evilly. "What, you don't like the idea? Too bad for you..."

"Go to hell, Wesker! I'm not letting you have your way like that! You're so not touching me, you bastard!"

As an answer, the dark-clad man placed his hand on Chris' crotch, wrapping his fingers around the younger man's limp member.

"Too late, I did that already."

"You are so dead, Wesker! Grah..."

Chris kicked and squirmed, trying to get away from the touch. The older man hit him hard on the face once, successfully paralyzing his victim for a moment. Then he moved his hand back, slipping his fingers lower.

"I bet no one has ever touched you here, hmm, Christopher?" Wesker said, grinning. He forced Chris' legs further apart, then without any preparations, pressed two fingers against the small opening between the younger man's buttocks. Cruelly, he pressed his fingers inside, making his victim scream in pain.

"Gaaaaaaaaahhh!! Aaaaaaaaargh!! No! Nooooooooooooooo!!"

White stars blurred Chris' vision. He writhed, trying to move away, but the older man pressed his free hand on Chris' chest and held him against the floor. Those evil fingers, burning inside him, advanced deeper, then moved away a bit and were pressed in again. Chris tried to close his legs together to get that hand away, but it only made the pain worse.

"Noooooooo! Aaah! Aaarg! No!!"

The blond snickered evilly. "Aw, don't waste all your strength yet, Christopher. My fingers surely aren't the biggest thing that will hurt you tonight..."

Tears of pain watered the blue-eyed man's eyes as he gave up for a second again, shaking his head to keep himself from fainting.

"No... Why the hell... are you... aaaargh... bastard... doing this to me! Gaaaaaaahh...!"

Wesker removed his fingers, shifting to lie down on top of the younger man. "Because, Christopher, I really... really... hate... you."

The younger man gathered the last of his strength and tried to fight, hitting powerlessly at the blond on top of him. Wesker ignored the resistance completely, working with his dark clothes a bit.

"Hate is an interesting emotion, Christopher... It makes you want to kill somebody... And yes, I do want you to die... But before that, I want you to suffer..."

Chris' hands found the older man's shoulders, and he pushed with the remains of his power. His attempts were cut short as the older man forced the bare legs even more apart, grinning insanely when pressing the tip of his member against the small opening and then thrusting in.

"AAAAAAGGHH! ARGH! NOOOOOOOO!"

The pain was nothing compared to the earlier one, and the dark-haired man wished he had passed out from the pain by now. His hands clung powerlessly on the older man's shoulders as his captor continued thrusting in rapid, violent moves, making him bleed.

"Pain... hurting... Makes you feel alive, doesn't it, Christopher?" Wesker whispered, still grinning. He didn't have to use any lubricants; he wanted to hurt Chris, and being a BOW, the pain was irrelevant to him.

"Aaaaaaarghhh... Gaaaaaaaah... Noo... Stop... this... Noooo...!"

The pain was making the younger man dizzy, and he felt sick, but it was also keeping him awake. All he wished anymore was to slip into the darkness where he couldn't feel anything. His wish was not granted; the sharp burning pain on his lower body kept dragging him back to reality.

He didn't want to give up, so he tried to concentrate on at least trying to fight back. He writhed more and tried to hit his captor.

Wesker didn't pay attention to the powerless resistance - he didn't have to. He kept an evil smirk on his face, grabbed Chris' chin and stared at the younger man's face.

"Mine, Christopher... Mine..."

Chris could feel the other man's face close to his, but he couldn't see anymore. His eyes were open, but all he could see was darkness.

"Aarg... no... s-s-stop..."

The blond laughed softly, responding to the helpless plea by starting to move a bit faster, pressing cruelly into the younger man. Chris squirmed powerlessly, hoping that he'd somehow get away from that hard length that was the source of the pain.

The hard length was pressed into him again and again, and soon the dark-haired man couldn't move anymore. His hands slipped down to his sides, and he just lay there, moaning silently. The pain was too strong for him, and he couldn't do anything anymore.

"Ah... The end for you, Christopher... You'll get what you wanted now. I'll stop..." Wesker thrust in one more time, one more violent thrust that made Chris scream. Or, Chris would've screamed, but his voice was gone.

Then the older man moved away, adjusted his clothes and knelt down next to his victim.

"End, Christopher... Or so you wish. It would be too easy to kill you now, and I like hunting... I'll be back... Back for more..."

Wesker got up, stopping to stand still for a while to admire his work. Chris' naked body was bruised and bleeding, and all the younger man could say as an answer turned into silent moans of pain.

Chris didn't want to think, and he was hurting too much to think straight anyway, but he did realize what 'more' meant.

It means... that the bastard... wants... more...

He closed his eyes, listening to Wesker's footsteps turning more distant, and then, welcomed the darkness that finally came to take him away from the pain.

Author's notes:

Okay, so I hadn't actually played RE CV yet when I wrote this. Watched Romy play some RE games. Totally blaming her for this. Dedicated to her for that reason.

Got idea to write this PWP from... staring at the laptop's wallpaper (was at that moment a fanart pic of Wesker) and getting evil ideas. My mind lives in the gutter, why?

- Lady Harken (September, 2002)