Chrisker One-Shots

A Perfect Victory

Summary:

Thing's went different, Chris is the one who ends up Wesker's captive in RE5, providing Wesker with so much amusement as he savors this perfect victory over his greatest foe.

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After all this time Chris still fought and Wesker wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Each time they played this game was a fresh victory.

To an outside observer it would seem that the P30 had rendered Chris completely docile, but that was because they don't know what to look for.

Wesker could see it as Chris stood impassive on the opposite side of the room, waiting for his next command, standing as far away as the tight leash of the P30 allowed him. It was there in the set of his jaw, the dull, distant look in his eyes, the way his fingers would occasionally twitch as he struggled to ball them into fists. Wesker knew him intimately, and so enjoyed watching Chris fight a battle only the two of them would ever know.

"I'm bored," Wesker said quietly, his tone carefully devoid of inflection, just so he could watch Chris' eyes snap into focus.

The former BSAA agent, now his oh so thoroughly pliant captive, was silent most of the time, only speaking when ordered to, but he still had thoughts of his own, thoughts that were hidden from Wesker, though if he wanted to he could drag them out one excruciating admission at a time.

That wasn't what he wanted, at least not right now.

There would be a time for that later.

What he wanted now was to see Chris squirm and squirm he would.

He let the silence stretch too long, give Chris too much to think about. Chris knew what would follow, the game was always the same.

Except when it wasn't.

This would be the usual though.

"Come over here."

Chris took two steps, paused, took two more, then half of one before coming to a full stop, having found the balance between his own fierce will and the drug that compelled him to obey. Even that was a struggle for him, his breath grew harsh, his eyes narrowed imperceptibly.

Wesker savored every moment of it, smirking as Chris staggered another step forward, trying to find equilibrium between the casually given order and his ability to resist.

Eventually Wesker supposed that would give out and the man would be so thoroughly broken as to become yet another tiresome thing to be discarded, but he hoped that wouldn't be any time soon. Not until after his final triumph at least, for all of the little ones along the way were so delicious.

If he waited eventually Chris would come to him, or he could come to Chris.

Or he could mix things up a little.

"Kneel."

Chris dropped to the ground with a thud, too tired from fighting the first order to manage much of a struggle against the new one.

In fact Chris looked relieved, as though making him walk over to the former BSAA agent was a victory.

Chris wasn't foolish enough to think something like that, less than a minor convenience was a victory on his part, was he?

Wesker didn't think so.

To Chris it was about dragging things out for as long as possible, hoping that he would grow tired of the game. Sometimes it worked, and would end with Chris bloody and beaten for his insubordination, or dosed with P30 until he fell into unconsciousness.