Chris: *He looked around the upstairs room of the Ashford residence, but there was nothing useful left. He had found a box of handgun bullets and a herb, and a Dragonfly object that was missing wings. That didn't matter, since he had found three of the wings earlier and guessed that the fourth was somewhere around the Antarctic base. He shrugged and headed back to the ladder - the last wing wasn't here. It could wait; he had to go find his sister and a boy named Steve.*

Wesker: *Golden, cat-like eyes fixed to the ladder in the other end of the dark room, he sneaked around the bedroom silently. The music box was silenced easily, as he simply snatched the plate out. The ladder was still visible, however, as he didn't allow the lid of the music box to close. And somewhere up there, in the room where the ladder led...* //...Christopher....// *He grinned, crouching next to the music box to wait, and listened to the footsteps from above. His men had reported something about Alexia's location earlier, and also some things about the boy that was with Chris' sister. He was in no hurry, and figured he had time for some fun.* Heh...

Chris: *He stopped at the ladder and looked down. The room below seemed to be dark, and that gave him an unpleasant feeling. The lights had been on when he had climbed up... What if that madwoman Alexia was following him? He had beaten her once, and left the hall after that. When he had gone back there, the body hadn't been there anymore. He figured that Wesker must have gotten her, but what if...?* //Jeesh, stop thinking like that. Sure, she might be around, but I've still got a Magnum. And same goes for someone else...// *He almost shuddered at the thought, but pushed it away. He had more important things to take care of right now.*

Wesker: //Chris. Chris Chris Chris...// *His mind was fixated on that one thought, obsessed. He stared at the silhouette of his former subordinate at the upper end of the ladder. He'd turned off the lights from the room, and the little light there was left in the room at the moment was coming from upstairs. He smirked, eyes caressing the shadow that belonged to Chris.* //Just a little longer...// *He held his breath without noticing it, completely frozen beside the music box as he waited for the ex-S.T.A.R.S. member to descent.*

Chris: *He took a deep breath and climbed down the ladder, telling himself to stop being so paranoid. Yes, this was another zombie-infested place. No, he hadn't survived this far by thinking of how some monster was probably waiting for him. After the mansion incident, he'd learned to be very careful. Nothing could get him off his guard now. Besides, the monsters he had seen here and on the island... Fighting was a reflex. He didn't have to think about it...*

Wesker: *The gaze of his golden eyes followed Chris' every move hungrily, like a beast watching its prey. Mixed feelings hit him, and he gritted his teeth, feeling like being ripped apart from the inside. Hate... Strong, pure hatred. A need to destroy this man, the man whose fault his current status was... At the same time, deep obsession. Feelings so beyond hate that he couldn't comprehend them anymore. He wanted to own Christopher Redfield.* //Minemineminemine...// *He straightened his back, a cruel smirk forming on his lips as he stood up. He would cut all Chris' escape routes as soon as the man moved away from the ladder...*

Chris: *Once he was down the ladder, he glanced around; he guessed the lamp was out. Or maybe it had something to do with the fact that he had put the power out earlier to get the gemstones from the tiger... Well, probably not. It didn't matter; he knew where the door was. The was a faint light coming from the upstairs room, but he still couldn't see much. He sighed and climbed down from the bed canopy.*

Wesker: //...So close now...// *The other man was standing only a few feet away from him now, and this fact made his blood boil. It rushed through his veins, burning in every part of his body. He frowned, pushing away the urge to leap at the younger man and snap his neck before he'd had time to realize what happened.* //Christopher// *Unconsciously, his body acted on what he had planned earlier, and as soon as Chris took one step away from the bed, he slammed the music box cover shut, causing the canopy to rise back to its place, thus cutting Chris' way back up the ladder. The smirk returned, and he laughed.*

Chris: *He froze, then his hand fumbled for the lighter. His heart was suddenly racing so fast that it hurt. He needed to see, to see who was in this room... while his mind was screaming at him, telling him to grab the Magnum and shoot. That cold laughter... he could probably recognize it while asleep. As he found the lighter and snapped it on, his other hand finally grabbed the gun and raised it. He blinked at the sudden light, and stared at his own image reflecting from the black sunglasses.* Wesker...!

Wesker: *Still laughing, he stepped closer. The small, flickering flame in front of his face forced him to blink hard for a couple of times, but he didn't need to see to act. On the moment the Magnum was raised at his face, he had already grabbed the gun's barrel faster than Chris could blink, and pressed the gun upwards, so that it was pointed at the ceiling. He smiled, easily holding the Magnum away. Grabbing the weapon out of Chris' hold wouldn't have required more than a slight move, but he didn't want that yet. He wanted to see the younger man trying to free the gun, to attack him...* Christopher.

Chris: *He hated that; hated when the older man said his full name in that tone of voice. He jerked his hand back, trying to free the gun from Wesker's hold. He knew he couldn't do it - the dark-clad man was strong enough to hold him up with one hand, after all. He tried anyway, hoping that it would take Wesker's attention even for a few seconds... And then he thrust the lighter at the man's face.*

Wesker: *He took an involuntary step back, turning his head to the side. His dislike for fire wasn't that strong, but his vanity was. Even if the flame in front of him came from a small lighter, he wasn't willing to burn his face. Snarling silently, he reacted in a fraction of a second again, not giving Chris the distraction he'd hoped for. He snatched the lighter and tossed it to the side, still not letting go of the Magnum. The younger man's struggles weren't enough to get the gun out of his grip, and he never let go during the short attack.* Quite clever, dear Christopher. However...

Chris: *Growling, he slapped the older man with his free hand. Wesker had him, and it was obvious that he was going to kill him whenever he got tired of playing. He stepped to the side, glaring at the other and fighting for the gun. He hadn't lost hope yet; he still had a knife and a handgun, and all he had to do was distract Wesker. Of course, that was not easy, and he knew it.*

Wesker: *His head snapped to the side, the slap strong enough to make his sunglasses drop to off, bouncing onto the thick carpet by their feet. He turned his face to look back at Chris slowly, an evil smile on his lips. He took a step closer, still firmly holding the Magnum pointed away from him. He was enjoying the game so far.* You must know that's far from enough. You... lose. *He laughed, golden eyes scanning the younger man's slender form, admiring his opponent.* //...Mine...//

Chris: You son of a....! *He raised his hand and hit the other man again, only to have the slap evaded. He let go of the Magnum, knowing that there was no way he could get it back at this point. Instead, he took a few steps away from the gold-eyed maniac and reached for the knife on his side. He didn't care if the black-clad man was going to kill him; he sure as hell wouldn't go down without a fight.*

Wesker: *The Magnum left his hand as soon as he got the weapon away from Chris; he tossed it under the bed, where it wasn't likely for the younger man to retrieve it too quickly.* Hmh... *The evil smile returned, and he tilted his head slightly as his eyes studied Chris closely. He could read his opponent so perfectly, and knew what the brunette was planning. It didn't matter to him; he was ready, and on the moment Chris would be ready for a new attack, he would find himself disarmed.* So... Christopher. Tell me...

Chris: Shut up...! *He hissed, keeping his eyes fixed on the other man as he drew the knife. He was at a disadvantage in the darkness; he could only see the older man's figure, nothing else, while he was guessing that Wesker didn't have trouble seeing here. He also figured that Wesker knew what he was planning. Still, it was worth a try. He gripped the handle of the knife, waiting. Open attack would do him no good, knowing how fast the other was.* Well? What are you waiting for? Come get me...

Wesker: As you wish. *The tone of his voice was amused, slightly mocking; since Chris wished for him to attack first, he would give the younger man what he wanted. His eyes continued studying the other - he didn't, as Chris had guessed, have too much trouble seeing in the darkness.* Heh. *He stepped to his side slowly, letting his opponent try to figure out what he was doing. Then, without a warning - as he calculated that Chris was distracted by his previous move - he spun around, placing a swift kick on the younger man's midsection. Before the other had time to recover from the blow, he grabbed the knife and took a step backwards returning to the spot where he's started. He raised the weapon, admiring the blade.* Hmm. Nice weapon of choice...

Chris: *The blow came as a total surprise. He staggered backwards until he met the wall, and used it to pull himself up on his feet. He cursed himself - he should've known better. Now he was down to only one weapon, that being the handgun, and he knew his changes of actually getting to use it were slim. This wasn't the Wesker he had once known. Whatever had happened to the man, it had made him a hundred times more dangerous than what he had been before. The fact that Wesker had obviously gone completely insane didn't help, either.* ... *He took a deep breath and glared at the older man's direction.* What do you want from me, you obsessed son-of-a-bitch?!

Wesker: Hmh. *He smirked, balancing the combat knife between his fingers. Then, he turned to the wall and threw the weapon at it with enough power to make the blade sink into the wood for almost two inches. He turned back to the younger man, staring straight into Chris' blue eyes, even though the other couldn't see it.* Now tell me, Christopher... Why shouldn't I just finish what I started on the island? I could've killed you there... Maybe I should've, but I've come to the conclusion that it is, after all, more fun this way. So tell me... What keeps me from ending your miserable life right now?

Chris: Ha. You sure have strange ideas of 'fun', in that case! *He took a step to the side, trying to get as far away from the other man as possible. But with his back against the wall, there wasn't really a way he could escape from the maniac. He was mostly out of options, and all he could do was to play the older man's game a little longer and see what he was up to.* I wouldn't know. You tell me, Wesker.

Wesker: *He took a step closer, enjoying the expression on Chris' face. The younger man knew he was trapped. Watching that excited him... He'd learned everything about control a long time ago. He had also learned what kind of pleasure one could get from being able to control someone else completely.* Fine. I haven't killed you because I don't want to end this just yet. You see, Christopher... I want you to die. But killing you too soon would take away something... I am, after all, quite enjoying watching you there, so helpless. So... mine...

Chris: *He glanced around, looking for a way out. He knew that he could never escape from the older man, not unless something came to interrupt them. And that something would have to be more than a brainless zombie...* //Funny. Now I'd actually be happy if Alexia showed up...// *He shook his head and looked at the other man.* Helpless? In your dreams, maybe. *He grabbed the handgun; Wesker was coming closer, and he didn't feel like waiting here and getting killed.* You truly are insane, Wesker...

Wesker: Insane? Perhaps... *He took a step to the side again - he figured Chris would expect him to be trying the same thing as before, so he decided to confuse the man a little. He stopped, turning to look at the door on the other side of the room. This of course left him with his back turned to the younger man.* So says the man who's running around here armed to the teeth. *He laughed, taking a step away from Chris. He was in no hurry, and was enjoying playing with the younger man's mind almost too much.* Well, of course, you are one of my men. Well equipped, and capable of handling any situation. So, Christopher... What is it that makes you so afraid of me?

Chris: Afraid?!? I'm not afraid of you, Wesker! *Glaring at the older man, he put the gun down, but not back to the holster. He could guess what Wesker was up to, and wasn't going to lose the weapon that easily.* You're a madman, that's all. Not safe to be around. You used to be different... But now, now you're nothing. Traitor! You don't deserve to be alive... *He moved slightly towards the bed, trying to see where the Magnum was. It would be almost impossible to get it back... but if he could locate it, there was still a chance.*

Wesker: *He laughed again - this time the laughter was more insane, echoing in the room. The other's answer, and the whole situation were amusing him to no end.* Not afraid? Maybe not, but... *He spun around, jumping to the air a bit, and delivered a hard kick to Chris' stomach. As he landed he continued his moves without delay, and snatched the handgun from the younger man's hand. He tossed it at the direction of the door, and smirked as he heard as the metal clang against the frame of the door.* Heh. *This all happened very fast, and before Chris had even time to realize he'd been attacked and disarmed, he would find himself pressed against the bed.* And who's going to kill me then, hmm, Christopher?

Chris: *Cursing aloud, he struggled against the older man's hold, knowing it was useless. Wesker was insanely powerful, and there was nothing he could do to free himself.* //What the hell makes him so strong?! I think I don't even want to know...// *He managed to free his other hand - it had been trapped behind his back - and punched the other man with all the power he had.* Get off me, you freak!

Wesker: *Chris' futile attack was getting him nowhere, and the only answer there was was that same insane laughter again.* That's the best you can do, hmm? Well then, Christopher... Seems you need a lesson in terms of power. And control... *He grinned, holding the younger man down with one hand and searching him with the other. He didn't see any other weapons, but wanted to make sure nothing would come in the way of the sick plan his twisted mind had just come up with.* //Control, Christopher... Oh yes, control...//

Chris: You sure are one sick bastard... *He grabbed Wesker's wrist and tried to push the hand wandering around his body away. It was hopeless; he couldn't stop the older man from grabbing his handgun ammo and discarding it to the floor.* //Power and control? What the hell is he talking about? Beating me up? No... must be another one of his twisted little games...// *He squirmed in a futile attempt to free himself. When that failed, he tried to kick the other man, but couldn't get a direct hit in.* Damn you, Wesker!

Wesker: *A quick search, and he'd stripped the younger man of everything that could be used as a weapon. Chris' attempts on pushing him away were quite useless - he had no trouble holding the other down with just one hand.* Heh heh... *He then proceeded to remove the younger man's black vest, facing resistance again but in the end, not having any problems in getting rid of it. He dropped it to the floor next to everything else he'd taken from the brunette, and stopped to admire his victim for a moment. Chris' blue eyes always captivated him, and seeing them like this, filled with rage...* All mine...

Chris: *His eyes widened a little when the blond took the vest off of him; his mind could find no logical reason for the action.* //What the fuck is he up to?// *Wesker's voice was calm, with the obsessed tone clearly mixed in it. He gritted his teeth, glaring at the other.* What are you doing, you asshole?! Grrr... *He kept fighting, wondering if there was anything he could do to get the older man off, and hating the fact that he knew the answer to be negative...*

Wesker: Slow, aren't you, Christopher... I think I told you quite clearly what I'm doing... *He stared into Chris' eyes with a feline grin on his face, moving his right hand to the younger man's shoulder and pressing him down firmly. He ignored the struggling, moving to sit on top of the younger man's legs, thus disabling Chris from trying to kick him again. He took a moment to slap the younger man hard enough to make him stop moving for a while, then used his teeth to remove the black glove from his left hand. He ran his fingers down from Chris' chin until he met the green S.T.A.R.S. shirt, and started unbuttoning it slowly.*

Chris: *The slap made him lose his strength for a couple of seconds. He licked his now bleeding lower lip while getting himself back together. He hissed when Wesker touched his face, and then froze as the blond started working on the shirt; that made no sense at all.* //What is he trying to accomplish by stripping me? Other than killing me by throwing me outside and making me freeze to death...// *He struggled again, wanting to make this as difficult as possible for the older man. Whatever Wesker was up to, he wasn't going to get it easily.*

Wesker: *He kept Chris' resistance to the minimum with his strong hold on the younger man's shoulder as he continued undoing the buttons on the green shirt. As Chris recovered from the slap and started struggling again, he patience ran out and he settled to simply ripping the shirt open, causing the rest of the buttons bounce off.* You'll gain nothing with that meaningless fighting, Christopher. You might just as well stop... *He captured the other's hands and drew the shirt off, discarding it to the floor next to the vest. Then he stopped for a moment again, admiring the younger man's half-naked form.* Hmmmmmmm...

Chris: *He shivered slightly, not really from the cool air of the room, but rather for the unpleasant feeling of being bared like this. He could not only feel the older man's eyes on his body, but he could also see a faint red glowing in those inhuman eyes.* //He's insane... not human. No, he's a monster; just like Alexia...// *He had no intention of giving up fighting, pointless or not. He aimed a strong blow at the black-clad man's face, hitting the blond on the cheek.* Just get off me and go to hell, Wesker! That's where you belong!

Wesker: You have no idea what hell is like, Christopher... *He muttered, leaning closer to Chris' face with an insane grin on his face.* You wouldn't know. Perhaps I should teach you what it feels like... You see, Christopher... I've seen hell already. *He sat up, raising his right hand and hit Chris on the stomach, laughing as he watched the younger man's pained expression. He removed the glove from his right hand too, then traced the other's cool skin with his fingers.* //Control yourself. Lose it, and you'll mess up everything.// So, Chris. How about it?

Chris: Argh... *He bit his lip to keep himself from crying from the pain. He turned on his side and curled up, trying to ignore the pain on his stomach. He waited about a minute, then turned to look at the older man.* No thank you. But... since you've seen hell, you must know where it is... Why don't you go straight back, then?! *He closed his eyes and waited; he was pretty sure the blond would "teach" him a little for saying that.* //Come on, Wesker, you're gonna beat me anyway. Get it done with already...//

Wesker: Ah, but you see, Christopher... *He smiled evilly, grabbing the younger man by hair and drawing him up from the bed for a little.* Hell is not what you think it is. Hell is just life, and nothing more... And thanks to you, ruining everything back then, hell is where I live. So. To make fair, I think I'll just make your life hell, too! *Laughing, he slapped Chris hard, making sure the brunette wouldn't move for a moment. He would've wanted to see Chris bleed, but didn't wish to ruin the younger man's face.* //Heh, there are other ways...// *He grinned and pushed the other down on the bed, then started removing the dark-green pants.*

Chris: *Paralyzed from the blow, he gasped for breath and waited for his body to recover. As Wesker started stripping him, it felt like his heart skipped a beat.* //What the heck is he...? No, he's not planning to just throw me out to freeze to death... He wants to do it himself. So, what is this?// *His thoughts raced, trying to figure out what the older man was doing. There just weren't too many logical answers, except maybe...* //...Oh no. No way in hell. No. Just no. He wouldn't... He's not...//

Wesker: *He drew the younger man's pants off, stopping to remove the black shoes in the process. When he had the younger man completely naked on the bed, he delivered a blow on Chris' stomach again, laughing.* There are so many things you need to learn, Christopher... This, this is just the beginning... *His mind snapped for a moment, and he stared at the brunette, eyes flashing with the need to kill. He reached for Chris' neck, but fortunately, something in his mind reminded him not to do it so easily. He frowned; his blood was boiling, burning every part of his body.* //...Control...// *He pressed Chris against the bed violently, lying down on top of the younger man. He pressed his lips against Chris' ear, biting the earlobe.* ...Mine...

Chris: *Being stripped naked made him freeze for a second. That didn't last for long though, as Wesker hit him again. The second blow made him groan... and the next thing he knew, the blond was on top of him, and there was something hard against his thigh which proved his earlier fears right.* //Oh, shit!// *He started struggling ferociously, hitting the other man and trying to push him off at the same time.* //No. No no no no no. Anything but that. Fucking NO!// *He managed to push Wesker's head away, and spit on his face, fighting and screaming.* Get off me, you crazy son-of-a-bitch! Off!! I'll kill you, you deranged freak...! Don't touch me!!

Wesker: What? Are you scared now then, Christopher? *He mocked, laughing like a maniac. He grabbed Chris' hands, holding without trouble, and watched the younger man writhe under him. He could see fear in the blue eyes now, and was enjoying the sight greatly.* Clever boy, Chris. Figured out what's going to happen, didn't you? Well, you are one of my men... Wouldn't expect any less. *He let go, only to hit the brunette several times, still laughing.* //To control, do it slowly... I remember that much.// *He knew he could've just as well simply raped Chris, but there were other ways for rape...* Heh... *He grabbed Chris by hair before the younger man had time to recover from the blows, drew his face up and kissed him violently.*

Chris: Mmmph...!! *He bit the tongue invading his mouth. He kept struggling, totally ignoring the pain caused by the beating. Fear of being assaulted like this made him insane; it gave him strength to fight a hopeless battle trying to free himself. There was no way he could escape the older man's hold, but he kept trying anyway. Fear and panic flashed in his eyes, followed by pure anger.* //No! I'm NOT letting that bastard do this...//

Wesker: *His fingers advanced on the younger man's body, stopping on the other's throat. He was still holding Chris by hair and now pulled his head down on the bed, choking carefully with his other hand. He was controlled enough now and knew not to use too much power, even though having the opportunity to kill did excite him.* Bitch... *He muttered, kissing the brunette again even more forcefully. This moment was his, the control, everything - and what he saw in the other's blue eyes confirmed that.* //Heh heh heh...//

Chris: *He wanted to throw up; the touch on his body was making him sick. Even in the darkness, he could see Wesker's glowing eyes, and he /really/ didn't like the look he was seeing in them.* //Insane...// *He closed his eyes for a moment, but being choked forced him to open them again. He felt scared and angry at the same time, hating himself from not being able to do anything. Anything would do... he had to fight back.* //...? What did he just call me? Grr...// *When the blond kissed him again, he got his chance; he bit the other man's lips so hard that he managed to draw blood.*

Wesker: Hrm...? *He broke the kiss, removing his hand from Chris' throat. He touched his lip, smirking to the younger man.* You like the sight of blood, Christopher? I do... The taste... Quite stimulating, you know... *He drew his fingers over Chris' lips, laughing. He wished he could've stared at the look on the younger man's eyes forever.* //So little you know, Christopher...// *The truth was, blood turned him on more than anything else, and Chris had just made a big mistake by biting him.*

Chris: You've sure lost it, Wesker... *He mumbled, glaring at the other man. That laughter; so obsessed, so full of lunacy... A man with weaker self-control would've broken already. But not Chris. The fingers caressed his lips, and all he wished to do was to bite them off. Wesker was too fast, though; he wouldn't be able to do it.* //Not a good idea with someone fascinated by blood... Gods, he's sick...// *His heart raced, and he had to wonder if he was starting to lose it as well. This was... too unreal.*

Wesker: *The younger man's answer made him laugh again. He knew too well that Chris had nothing left; trying to insult him was the only weapon the other had anymore, and unfortunately that had no effect on him. It only amused him. He stared into the brunette's blue eyes for a moment longer, then smirked evilly.* Probably so. Then again, that's the only explanation you can come up with for my actions, hmm? No, Chris... So wrong you are. If you'd know half of it... *He ran his fingers down the younger man's body, the move strangely gentle. He leaned down to nibble on Chris' jaw and throat as his hand found its target, stopping on the younger man's crotch.*

Chris: *Frustrated at the fact that Wesker kept staring him in the eyes, he kept glowering, hating how the older man looked at him. He grabbed the blond by the shoulders and tried to push him away, only managing to lift him a little before the other pushed himself down again, laughing. When the hand went down his body, he tried to squirm away from the touch, but it was of no avail.* Grrr... Get your hands off me, you bastard!

Wesker: Wouldn't you like that, Christopher? Hmm... Perhaps you'll like this more... *He grinned insanely, caressing Chris' member skillfully. He happened to know exactly how to touch another man, and if he'd be able to get a response from someone like Chris...* //You'll be mine, Christopher... MINE...// *He laughed again, feeling how the younger man squirmed under him, but he was still holding the other by hair and wasn't planning on letting Chris escape.* So weak you are... *He whispered evilly, leaning in to kiss the younger man again, but this time, less violently.*

Chris: *He fought the kiss, trying to keep the response to the minimum. The fear was still present, and it made him tremble, yearn for escape from this.* //I can't get away, I can't do anything! Gods, help me...// *His eyes went wide when Wesker got what he was aiming for, and he cried out without sound, cursing the older man. His hands gripped the blond's shoulders, and he mostly clung to the other man to as he became aroused.* //Pleasure? I don't want that... I don't want to like his touch! What the hell is he trying to do?!//

Wesker: *Getting the reaction he wanted made him laugh again, even more insanely than before, if that just was possible. When he finally managed to calm himself, he looked into the younger man's eyes, highly enjoying the puzzled and fearful look.* Ah, thought so, you do like this... *He muttered evilly, smirking. He continued his caresses, kissing Chris shortly on the lips again, then advancing lower on the other's body, gently gnawing the younger man's skin.*

Chris: Ah... *He closed his eyes, muttering something unclear to himself. He made a final attempt on pushing the older man off of himself, but after he failed, he just let his hands slide down on the bed. The whole act disgusted him, and the fact that he couldn't keep himself from enjoying made him hate it even more. The fear in his mind wouldn't go away, either - he knew that at some point, the blond would rape him.* Don't... do this to me... Wesker...

Wesker: Heh heh... *His fingers continued working on the younger man's skin as his lips reached Chris' erection. He kissed the tip of the member, then raised his face and looked up.* Don't, hmm? What is it, Christopher? Are you begging me to stop...? Don't you like this? *His voice was low, taunting. He smiled to himself, feeling very proud of himself. Chris Redfield was his now, and no one could deny that. Chris had stopped fighting for now, and that made things quite a lot more easier. He grinned evilly, lowering his face again and starting to suck on the hard sex.*

Chris: No!!! *He squirmed, attempting to kick the older man away. No use; he got one powerless kick in on Wesker's side before the blond captured his legs and pushed them down. He raised his hands from the sheets and grabbed the older man's head, but instead of being able to push the head away, he was forced to grip tightly, holding onto the short hair and trembling all over.* ...N-no... p-please d-don't...

Wesker: *Laughing in his mind, he continued, patiently and carefully. He was planning on getting Chris to like this, so advancing slowly was necessary. He knew he wouldn't gain anything by just hurting the younger man - that was what Chris was expecting, anyway. A mix of pain and pleasure, however...* Please don't what? *He whispered, lips advancing on the brunette's erection.* Would you rather have me kill you now? *He laughed aloud, taking a short look at the other's face.* //Careful now... Keep the control.// *He smiled to himself, proud of the control he had.*

Chris: //...Why the hell... is this... happening to me...? Damn you... Wesker... you sick... bastard...// *He cursed the older man in his mind, over and over again until he wasn't able to think clearly anymore. His lower body burned; he would have to give up sooner or later. But giving up meant that Wesker would get whatever he wanted, and that was not an option. He didn't want to die.*

Wesker: *He stopped for a moment, smirking as he looked at Chris' face again; the younger man's feelings were quite visible from his face.* Hmh. Pathetic. *He pressed his right hand over the other's chest, making sure Chris wasn't trying to escape. He licked the fingers of his left hand - not much of a lubrication, but he didn't have anything better available, and besides, this way it would hurt a bit.* //Hehheh...// *His golden eyes stayed studying the younger man's face as he slowly moved his hand between Chris' legs, fingers searching for the small opening. Upon finding it, he pressed one finger in carefully, laughing evilly.*

Chris: *When he realized what the older man was about to do, he froze, but it was too late. The finger entered him, and all he could do was to scream from the initial pain.* Aaaahhh!! No...!! Nnn... *There was no way to get up, so he didn't bother to try; instead, he gathered his strength and slapped Wesker, the anger returning. He still couldn't think clearly, but his instincts told him try to hurt the other.* Stop... it... you... son on a...! Nngh...!

Wesker: Aw, easy now, Christopher. Fighting won't help you, you'll just end up hurting yourself... *He grinned, slipping another finger into the younger man cautiously. Chris' futile struggling amused him, and actually helped him to stay calm.* Hurts, yes... But did you know it can be... quite enjoyable... *He chuckled, pressing his fingers a bit deeper, against a certain spot that he'd once learned to be quite sensitive to touch.*

Chris: Gaaah... *His mind blanked, and he squirmed, unable to resist anymore. His field of vision was suddenly covered with white stars, and he closed his eyes, tears forming in them. It still hurt; he had never experience such a weird pain, with something mixed in it. But whatever the older man was doing felt almost tolerable now, although he was too confused to know what was happening.* ...Wes...ker... nn... No...

Wesker: *Laughing again, he continued moving his fingers, enjoying Chris' weak squirming greatly. To make Chris even more weaker, he placed his hand on the younger man's member again, stroking gently. Complete control - that was what he'd wanted, and he had it... It gave him more pleasure than anything physical ever could have.* Just a little more, Christopher. Then you'll get something else here... How does it feel, anyway, Chris? To enjoy it... To want it so much... How it burns your body... And at the same time, to hate it more than you could've ever imagined...?

Chris: Nng... aaaahh... *He continued to writhe, unable to control his body. What his wrecked mind could gather from Wesker's words only made his despair worse; the blond was right, and there was no denying it. If he had had the strength, he would have told himself it was not true, that he would never want anything like this... But there was no point even trying. He was too powerless to fight; Wesker had won.*

Wesker: *The younger man was defeated, and he could see it so clearly... He couldn't stop himself from laughing as he adjusted his clothes a bit with one hand, knowing he couldn't control the need to show Chris what it felt to be owned.* You're mine, Christopher. *He grinned insanely, removing his fingers.* This is going to hurt, but can't really prepare you any better... Hehheh... Doesn't matter, I know you want it anyway... *He forced Chris' legs apart some more, lifting the younger man from the waist as he positioned himself between the brunette's legs and thrust in, not really caring about the fact that entering the younger man so roughly and unprepared hurt them both.*

Chris: *For a short moment, the pressure was gone; then it felt like he was being torn apart from the inside. He screeched, his hands grabbing the closest object he could find. His right hand found Wesker's arm, while the other found a pillow that was lying on the bed. The pain was horrible, and yet, somewhere beneath it, was something else. Soon, he ran out of breath, and could barely make any sound at all.* No... pl...ease.... no.... *Tears ran freely down his cheeks. He was totally humiliated - and to make it even worse, there was a part of his body that liked this, against his own will.*

Wesker: *He laughed, really unable to stop laughing anymore. Chris Redfield was his. The control he'd managed to keep so far finally failed, and he continued thrusting into the younger man almost brutally. There was still some part of his mind that nagged him enough to keep him from completely raping the younger man.* Chris... MINE... *The feeling of being able to have his revenge on the younger man like this made him so insane; at the moment, the only thing he remembered was Chris. Nothing else mattered anymore.*

Chris: *Moaning from pain and pleasure, he dug his nails into the other man's arm. He continued sobbing uncontrollably, keeping his eyes closed most of the time. His eyes were too blurred for him to see a thing, anyway. He couldn't hear what Wesker was saying, but it didn't matter, since at the moment, he really didn't care about hearing the blond's obsessed voice. The burning of his body made him want to faint. Yet, the fire didn't just hurt; it was a mixture of pain and bliss he had never experienced - and ever wanted to experience...*

Wesker: *The feelings he felt from the brutal act were beyond pleasure; it was more close to insanity. He was out of control, not caring about anything as long as Christopher Redfield was in his control. He wasn't paying much attention to if Chris was enjoying this or not; he could feel the younger man being hard, but didn't really notice. He continued pressing into the brunette, not giving a damn about the world around them - not even about the fact that his radio beeped as his men tried to contact him...*

Chris: *The connection between his mind and body long lost, his left hand let go of the pillow and groped around until it was behind the older man's head. He gripped the blond hair, needing to hold onto something as the black-clad man kept torturing his bruised body. He had been near the limit for some time already, and could only scream as he finally came, totally mortified.* ...Ga... Aaaaaaaaaahhh!!!

Wesker: *Hearing Chris' scream dragged his mind out of the darkness for a while, and he stared at the younger man for a moment, grinning like a maniac. Then he continued, not really caring for the release nor needing it, but he figured his body wanted it anyway.* Chris... *He whispered in an evil tone, eyes fixed on Chris' face. His body got the release it wanted only a short moment later, causing him to involuntarily collapse on top of the younger man, feeling slightly exhausted. The feeling surprised him, and even bothered him a little, as he didn't remember feeling tired for a long time.*

Chris: *He lay still, eyes closed, too worn out to even try pushing the older man away as his mind started slowly gathering his sanity. He shuddered a little, remembering what had just happened.* //Oh gods...// *Now that the blond had beaten and humiliated him, he was certain that next, he was going to die. And he couldn't even fight back. All he could do was to lie here and try pretending that he was unconscious. Maybe, just maybe it would be quick and painless... Not that he cared about pain anymore. Not after what had just happened... his body ached all over, and he felt dirty and plain sick.*

Wesker: *Being as tired as he was didn't prevent him from enjoying how weak Chris felt lying under him. His finger reached the younger man's throat in an unconscious need to kill the brunette... But that beeping that he hadn't cared to notice earlier was still there, and reluctantly, he drew off of the younger man and moved away, sitting on the bed. Whatever little sanity he had left reminded him that the sound came from his radio. He raised his hand to answer the call, but froze as a woman's laugh echoed from somewhere from the old mansion.* //Alexia?!// *He frowned, suddenly reminded of his mission. He answered the call quickly, only to receive a report from the leader of his group - the boy who was with Claire was now dead, but apparently had T-Veronica virus in his body.* All right. Wait there. I'll check the situation and see what we'll do. *He stood up, adjusting his clothes. It was unfortunate for him that he had such a one-track mind nowadays - he didn't even remember he younger man's existence as he picked up his sunglasses and walked out of the room.*

Chris: *He opened his eyes slowly when he heard the door close, and realized the older man was gone.* //He... left...?// *Carefully, he forced himself up from the bed, his whole body resisting. Resting on the bed for a while was an irresistible thought, but another thought made him ignore it and feel around for his clothes and equipment. Wesker. The blond had left the room - for now. Every second counted; he might come back, and if he did, Chris needed to be ready. He would /not/ let this happen the second time. If he was lucky, Wesker was gone for good and he would be free to get his equipment and leave... That thought gave him some strength as he continued gathering his things. He still needed to find Claire... They had to get out of here.* Gah... *His hands trembled as he used a first-aid spray; he had to get the hurting to stop, even for a moment. His wounds needed better care, but that was all he had right now. He craved for a shower, but that would have to wait as well.* ...Ugh. *He dressed up slowly, biting his lip to keep himself quiet. He'd survive, and try not to think about what had happened. But...* //Wesker... If I ever see you again, you are a dead man...//