Chrisker One-Shots

I am the light that shall lead you to darkness part. 1

Summary:

In all honesty, Chris wasn't entirely sure how he'd ended up here. He and Jill had been looking for Wesker for years, with little to no success, so when they'd finally gotten a solid lead that had landed them not only in the same area with Wesker but in the same building, he'd already congratulated himself on the job well done.

Yet now he was a panting mess, bent over a massive wooden table with Wesker holding him down laughably easily. Both of his arms were twisted behind his back, and Wesker held them in place with one hand so that no matter how much Chris struggled against the hold he could barely move. Chris' muscles bulged as he tried to wrench an arm free, but to no avail, and Wesker only gave him a push that sent him closer against the table.
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In all honesty, Chris wasn't entirely sure how he'd ended up here. He and Jill had been looking for Wesker for years, with little to no success, so when they'd finally gotten a solid lead that had landed them not only in the same area with Wesker but in the same building, he'd already congratulated himself on the job well done.

Yet now he was a panting mess, bent over a massive wooden table with Wesker holding him down laughably easily. Both of his arms were twisted behind his back, and Wesker held them in place with one hand so that no matter how much Chris struggled against the hold he could barely move. Chris' muscles bulged as he tried to wrench an arm free, but to no avail, and Wesker only gave him a push that sent him closer against the table.

The hard wooden surface of the table felt cold against Chris' cheek, and he turned his head to press his forehead against it. He was biting his lip not to moan as Wesker used every single trick he'd learned all those years ago, two fingers knuckle deep in Chris, who had his pants pulled down to mid-thigh.

Wesker hadn't even taken his gloves off, but somehow that didn't matter, the lube making the slide easy enough anyway.

"Remember the last time we did this?" Wesker asked suddenly, his breath hot in Chris' ear. Despite himself Chris shivered, squeezing his eyes shut as he fought against the memories. It had been merely hours before they ended up in the Spencer Mansion, before the night when Chris had found out that Wesker had betrayed them all, betrayed him.

Chris remembered how flattered he'd been by the attention he'd gotten from the hot older officer. How he hadn't even needed to be persuaded before he'd been on his knees for him, had begged him for more, and the mere thought of that made his face burn. "Wes—" The single word died in a gasp as Wesker twisted his fingers, struck Chris' prostate and made him see stars.

"You were just a boy then. So eager. So willing," Wesker mused, sounding almost bored. Yet he didn't relent even for a second, didn't ease up, almost as if he was urged on by the way Chris was shuddering underneath him, rutting shamelessly against the hardwood table. There was a distinct trace of amusement to his voice as he added, "not much has changed, then."

"Fuck you," Chris bit out. He wasn't proud of how his voice wavered, how he didn't even get those two words out without it breaking. But the pressure against his prostate was relentless, Wesker playing him like a damn fiddle, and he couldn't even hold back the long, low moan that forced its way past his lips.

This time, Wesker huffed out the smallest of laughs. "I knew you'd be too proud to admit how badly you want to spread your legs for me." He used the grip he had of Chris' arms to push them higher along his back, twisting them painfully so that the next groan from Chris was one of pain instead of pleasure. Somehow that did absolutely nothing to calm Chris' body down though, his heavy cock twitching between his legs as he was so close.

Chris' head was spinning, his breaths coming in short gasps, and weakly he tried to part his thighs more. He couldn't, not with his pants around his knees, but the gesture didn't go by Wesker unnoticed. He hummed, shifting so that he could press his own clothed erection against Chris' thigh while still fingering him mercilessly. "It's okay, Chris. You can admit that you want me," he said, in the same cool, almost smug tone he always used, as if none of this had affected him at all although he was clearly hard as rock.