The young brown-haired man remembered the malice in those eyes. Brilliant golden flame was encircled in a ring of blood red. The eyes were hypnotic, tantalyzing, calculating. They had seen much peril in the world. It was as if the owner of those eyes was sad and depressed despite his cruelty and seemingly endless hate for the brunette. That is what the young brunette would have thought if it were not for all of their previous encounters. Albert Wesker hated him.

The young brunette himself had eyes of blue, deep and beautiful like the ocean and although he was fit, his body was of no comparison to that of the golden god. Toned muscle covered the beautiful older man's body. He had always wondered what it would have been like to reach out and touch him. Dark thoughts stirred an instant arousal deep within the brunette and he blushed madly despite the darkness that covered nature's way.

Even when Wesker was human, he had been attractive beyond all imagination. He was tall and attractive. His face looked as if it were carved by angels. If it were not for his cold exterior, one would have thought Wesker to be of noble blood. Women would fall at his knees and men would secretly admire his beauty. Wesker had never shown any interest in these guileless women. He would stare coldly at them. Wesker was cold and practical. These characteristics made him an excellent leader, but he had betrayed them... he had betrayed the brunette... Chris. Chris found tears forming in his eyes... Wesker hated him... and he hated Wesker.

Why am I crying? Why did he betray me? Am I that disgusting? Am I... unwanted?He had always admired Wesker's cunning and practicality. At the S.T.A.R.S headquarters Wesker had even treated the brunette as a comrade but now... they were sworn enemies.

Shaking these thoughts from his mind, he snapped out of his trance and surveyed his surroundings. He was in some sort of dungeon... the walls were coated with blood and a sliver of light shined through the ever small opening crack at the wall to the opposite of him. Hope... that sliver of light was his hope. His feet were dangling a few inches from the floor, arms chained up high above him. In this position, his body ached and sleep rarely came to him. Jill had abandoned him a while back... she was with Carlos now and Claire...

Oh god Claire... Where was she? The brunette's eyebrows furrowed as he thought of his sister. Was she okay? She can take care of herself... Claire I hope you're alright... His thoughts were quickly interrupted as he felt a presence in the room.

Wesker occasionally came by to scoff at him and beat the younger man and Chris never heard him enter the room. The darkness revealed no doors at all. Wesker was skilled and could move with ease and the silence of a desolate desert. Strong arms encircled the brunette's waist in a show of mock affection that quickly enraged the younger man. Chris struggled against the gentle touch, bucking his legs in the air and successfully hitting the older blonde's knee with the swing of his feet. The blonde let out a frightening cackle that made Chris shudder underneath the recircling arms. Even when Chris was chained up, Wesker was about the same height as the brunette.

"Still fighting are we my pet?" Wesker sneered. Chris cringed at the sound of those words. One would have thought the words playful and even seducing, but Chris could hear the cruelty in those words of what was to come. Rough, calloused fingers reached up and took a firm hold of the younger one's neck. Chris stared into the brilliant eyes in defiance, refusing to let the older man know how much it hurt him. He spit in the BOW's face. An evil grin came across his ex-captain's face and Chris was quickly brought into darkness, a blinding pain in his head

The BOW stared calculatingly at the younger man hanging from the manacles. It would be easy just to kill the hindrance now and be done. You don't want that. Look at him.

The bright eyes shut tightly at these words. What was that voice? His eyes wondered towards the younger man's chest and his remaining human emotions took hold of his better judgement. Killing the young man now would be too easy. He released the brunette from his bindings and carried him off to the laboratory.

As he entered the room, three hunters swarmed in to look at the prey their master held in his arms.

"Leave."

Hesitantly, the hunters left the room, the metallic door clanging behind them. Wesker eased the younger man onto a nearby experimental table, not bothering to tie the younger man up. Gently the blonde stripped off the brunette's clothes, trailing his strong hands over the brunette's hard stomach and chest.

You're just beautiful Chris.

Old memories of companionship crept into the BOW's mind and he felt a longing for the brunette. These feelings frightened the blonde. The blonde always had to be in control. Wesker rarely interacted with humans because when he would get near one, he'd have the strong urge to dismember them limb from limb but with this young man it was different. He felt a distant connection with Chris Redfield. He always had. Before he had betrayed S.T.A.R.S, Wesker had grown closer to Chris then any other person he had ever met in his life. Chris was a born fighter, defiant, and strong. Wesker had admired that. He threw the younger man's clothes to the ground in distaste and ventured to a nearby table with chemicals held on its shelves.

He skimmed through the labels, uninterested until a certain flask caught his attention. He smirked evilly, walking back towards his captive, flask in hand. He decided to chain the brunette up to the manacles connected to the table. This would be fun.

Don't worry Chris. I won't be too rough.

A smile formed on his face as he peered at the younger man's nude form. He just wanted to throw the man to the ground and fuck him until he wailed beneath him, begging for more. Wesker hardened in the confines of his dark pants. He got up to look for an oil-based lubricant to mix with the chemical.

Heavy eyes opened as Chris regained conscience. His head throbbed and could tell he was bleeding somewhere on the back of his head. Reaching up to touch his head, Chris found himself tied to a table, spread eagled and in the nude. He blushed profusely as he heard the familiar deep throaty chuckle of his former superior.

"Why are you ashamed? You certainly have nothing to hide." Wesker let out another chuckle at the scowl that formed on the younger man's face when he said this.

"Fuck you Wesker." Chris tried to keep his voice calm and steady. He knew what Wesker was going to do. He was chained and naked... what else was there to do? Long fingers caressed the side of his face.

"But that's exactly what I'm planning to do." Tears formed in the brunette's eyes and the blonde licked the salty tears from the brunette's face, laughing when Chris let out a tiny whimper as the he realized that Wesker was also naked.

I can't let him see me like this. Chris fought back the tears and bit the blonde's lips as they brushed against his own. This earned Chris a slap in the face that blew the air out of him. He was forced into a suffocating kiss, one that left his mouth bruised and bleeding. Wesker lapped up the blood. Blood had always excited the older man. It acted as a sort of sexual stimulant. He instantly grew hard. He was losing control. Reaching down, he took a nipple into his fingers, rolling and twisting it, savoring the sound of Chris's cries as he bit into his shoulder.

Seeing this aroused him further and he gently trailed his had down further towards the brunette's semi-erect member. "Shame on you Chris. You're enjoying this."

As the BOWs hand brushed the tip of his member, Chris let out a strangled sob, struggling to get away from the touch. "No... Wesker... please don't."

His pleas were unheard as Wesker viciously began to stroke his member, causing the brunette's hips to jolt off the table, pumping up into the pleasurable hand. Tears came to his eyes as his member grew fully erect. When the older man stopped, Chris almost let out a whimper of disappointment, but bit his lips to stop such an embarrassment.

He heard Wesker shuffling around for something and quickly opened his eyes as he felt something tighten around his penis. A ribbon dug into the base of his sex, completely clogging release. Chris's voice was full of lust. "Don't, please..."

Wesker chuckled deeply at this. "Please? Ah- I see you're begging me now... hehe." He withdrew a bottle that smelled of honey from a nearby shelf. "You see Chris, this is going to drive you insane and you're going to beg me to fuck you." Wesker laughed again as the brunette pumped up, the ribbon keeping Chris from reaching orgasm.

Taking the jelly substance into his hands, he stroked the younger man's now red swollen member into his hand, applying the cool gel evenly. Heat overcame the brunette's senses, and it felt like fire wherever the older man's hand touched. He let out a gasp as heat overtook him, writhing in pleasure. His hips began undulating uncontrollably as Wesker's hand withdrew from his swollen sex. "Oh god... uhh."

Wesker looked at the wanton expression on Chris's face and almost came.

"Please... ahh... j-just... please..." A series of moans and whimpers came from the brunette's mouth; sounds that a common whore would make.

"Aww... not enough for you?" Wesker smiled cruelly at the younger man, reaching down near the curve of Chris's buttocks.

"N-No!!" Chris vigorously shook his head, unable to say anything else as a well-coated finger entered him. Chris was a virgin. Heat inflamed inside him, threatening to make Chris go mad with desire. Suddenly, the finger touched something, and Chris screamed and began pumping and thrusting into the air without abandon.

"Oh GOD! UHHH... f-godfuck!! Uhgh... a-ahhhh!" His words were incoherent as the blonde added another finger, thrusting deep within the brunette, making sure to hit his prostate with each thrust. Tears now flowed steadily down the young man's face as he pleaded and moaned with each pleasure-filled torturous thrust. His member looked as if it were ready to bust. Upon withdrawing his fingers, Chris let out a strangled wheeze, sobbing uncontrollably. Fingers were quickly replaced with Wesker's large manhood.

"Oh God!! Wesker! please! P-please!! A-ahh!" Chris screamed and wailed with every piston Wesker made. Wesker no longer could control himself. He thrust brutally into the younger man as the brunette thrashed and bucked beneath him.

"Og!! God!! W-eskerYES! Uhh... g-god Wesker. Please... p-please... t-take it off! W-w-wesker!! Oh! A-aa-ahhh!!!" Chris continued to wail out and moan as blood trailed down the brunette's legs gathering in a pool at his feet.

Wesker grunted and moaned as Chris's tight passage worked around his manhood. So tight...

Chris's eyes fluttered and rolled into his head as Wesker came, hot seed spurting deep inside him. Panting, Wesker thrust his remaining semen into the young man, sucking on his nipple as he did so. As he withdrew from the younger man's warmth, Wesker started to harden again as he saw Chris's now blue swollen member still pumping into the air. He reached out and started stroking it viciously.

Chris screamed and wailed arching his back, "PLEASE!!! Please!! Ah!" His hips still thrusting and bucking into the air.

"Does Chris want to come?" Wesker cackled evilly, relishing the tears that escaped from the brunette's now puffy eyes.

"Uhh..." Chris was beyond words, unable to utter anything understandable. Wesker sighed as he took off the imprisoning ribbon, admiring the streams of white that spurted from the swollen member. Chris emitted a blood-curdling scream as he came and blacked out.

You're so beautiful Chris.

He wasn't finished with Chris yet. There was still so much fun to be had. In a way, Wesker needed Chris, his human emotions were still strong. He did not love the brunette but there was something there. Wesker needed him. He kissed Chris gently licking up the dry blood that was left there.

Wesker dressed and walked out of the lab, leaving a dagger and a first-aid kit by the young brunette. Until we meet again...

END.