Chrisker One-Shots

Bleed pt. 2

"Make a wish on our sorry little hearts
Have a smoke, pour a drink, steal a kiss in the dark
Fingernails on my skin like the teeth of a shark
I'm intoxicated by the lie

In the chill of your stare I am painfully lost
Like a deer in the lights of an oncoming bus
For the thrill of your touch I will shamefully lust
As you tell me we're nothing but trouble

Heart's on fire tonight
Feel my bones ignite
Feels like war, war
Feels like war, war
Heart's on fire tonight
Feel my bones ignite
Feels like war, war
Feels like war, war

We go together or we don't go down at all
We go together or we don't go down at all
We go together or we don't go down at all, whoa

Fail-safe trigger, lock-down call
Wipe the dry clean-slate, quick, sound the alarm
No escape from the truth and the weight of it all
I am caught in the web of a lie

And the bitch of it all is that I'm running from
The desire of the people to whom I belong
At the end of the day you can tell me I'm wrong
'Cause you went to all of this trouble..."
Love Like War by All Time Low feat. Vic Fuentes

Warnings: MxM smut! Don't like, don't read. Simple.

Chris glared at his reflection in the mirror before taking another swig of the whiskey in his glass. It burned all the way down, but that was the only affect it had on him. He turned his heated gaze onto the now empty glass in his hand like it was the glass' fault that he couldn't get drunk. With a snarl Chris poured himself another glass of whiskey, even though he knew there was no point in doing so.

Chris stalked out of his bathroom with his drink in hand, heading out onto his balcony. On his balcony Chris inhaled deeply, trying to sooth the burning ache that was his stomach. But his attempt was in vain. All that he gained out of it was a tight clenching of his gut at the smell of the people traversing down below him without a care in the world.

A soft curse escaped his lips as he pulled out a cigarette from the pack on the small table out there. He placed the cigarette between his lips and prepared to light it, only to stop midway. His gaze was captured by the reflection of his once brown eyes in the glass of the sliding door. Brilliant, bright blue eyes stared back at him seeming to glow in the dark of his balcony. Chris forced himself to avert his gaze from the glass door and finish lighting his cigarette.

Leaning against the door behind him, Chris took a drag off of his cancer stick, watching the cherry blaze a bright reddish-orange for a moment. The color reminding him of the person who had caused him to become the very thing he despised most: a monster. Chris removed the cigarette from his lips as he strode over to edge of his balcony to peer down at the ant like people below. He flicked his cigarette watching the ashes fall down from his apartment on the twenty-fifth floor, the top floor of his apartment building. The ashes mingled with the falling snow. Chris merely watched in morbid fascination as he took another drag off of his cigarette, before releasing another cloud of bluish-gray smoke from his mouth. He inhaled deeply as the smoke drifted in the air near him, slightly drowning out the tantalizing smell of the people down below. Even with the smoke drowning out most of the smell, he could feel his fangs throbbing and his stomach screaming for what was coursing through the veins of those carefree people on the street below him.

Just as he was contemplating throwing himself over the edge of his balcony, he heard the tell-tale click of his front door unlocking. It appeared that Wesker had finally found him. Chris took another swig of his drink as stayed where he was. He wouldn't be able to outrun the blonde forever, so he might as well face the music. As he stayed leaning on the rail of his balcony he heard the soft sliding of the door behind him, his only way of knowing Wesker had joined him out on the balcony. Chris sighed, taking another drag off of his cigarette before turning to face the blonde behind him. He watched as Wesker stared at the cigarette dangling from his lips in disgust, taking enjoyment from that. Chris' lips quirked up into smirk.