Grim nocturne

“What happened, Chris?„ the rumble of Wesker's voice echoed off the walls. “Were seven minutes too much for you?„ The man stalked him as Chris tried to hide ineffectually in the mazelike, dilapidated ruins. Sheva was a good partner, but she couldn't help him now, because she was still outside, distracted by his zombified ex-partner. Her voice was getting quieter and quieter to Chris. He really hoped she could handle it and protect herself from Jill without using any weapons against her, so as not to accidentally hurt her. “What fell through this time?„ Wesker's voice oozed sarcasm, but he was clearly further away than where Chris was hiding, which might have given him some advantage. Against the man he had only a pistol with one magazine of cartridges and an empty shotgun. He had used up everything else when he had first tried to make an attempt to break away. There was very little chance of finding any of the ammunition here, and even more so it would create a lot of noise and deprive him of disastrously important seconds. It could hardly help against Wesker, who had pumped into his bloodstream, another portion of the new stuff he himself is sure to call, no less than a divine gift. Chris tried to hide in a corner where Wesker presumably couldn't get him yet and held his breath. “Christopher„ The stalker almost purred his name, somewhere on his right side. He's getting closer. His forehead was covered in sweat and his heart was pounding too loudly to give away his location to a psychopath with unnaturally acute hearing. The soldier slumped against the wall and tried to calm himself down so that he could judge more sensibly and come up with some plan of action. But his thoughts were hazy and wandered in a very different direction. He'd felt a little sick during one of the fights with the infected in the settlement a few hours before, but he blamed it on exhaustion. After all, he and his partner had been hanging around for hours without any breaks and had no right to stop until they were done. But exhaustion is usually expressed a little differently. His muscles shouldn’t be so tense, and they certainly shouldn’t be gripped by such an unpleasant heat. His breathing should be steady and even, not accompanied by shaky little hitches. No, it can’t be exhaustion . As much as he didn't want to deny it, Chris was well aware that he had been unexpectedly caught up in a heat that he had hoped would be blocked by the pills he was taking on a regular basis. The BSAA tried to keep it a secret that one of their main agents was an omega, so as not to contradict their own codes, so they supplied Chris with expensive blockers that kept his true nature hidden. He had no idea why they'd stopped working at such an inconvenient time. But this time, the symptoms were getting worse by the second: his breathing was getting heavier and heavier, and waves of unwanted arousal were shuddering through his body. Perhaps his reaction wouldn't have been so strong if his body hadn't been trying to react this way to the pursuing dominant alpha bastard, whose enhanced pheromones had triggered the man's very untimely onset of heat. No matter how much he hated Wesker, Chris would not be able to resist his natural instincts and would only see men as a means of satisfying his needs. The man twitched at the thought that a heathen would make him look at his worst enemy in such a vile way. Chris must not sink back to the bottom of his memories of S.T.A.R.S. when, as a subordinate, he was genuinely in love with Wesker. The false image of the valiant captain of the squad seemed almost holy, he was blindly trusted and obeyed with honour every order. At that moment, the young gunner was even proud to be in love with this man, not knowing his true nature, a mentally unstable monster who knew no pity. Chris hated himself that that ridiculous youthful crush could still haunt him. It was probably the one that was making him so aggravated right now, and it was the one that made his body tremble at the thought of being able to possess him. The only thing he could hope for was that he could die honourably at Wesker's hands before his omega nature took over and did something embarrassingly stupid. If things went in a very unwanted and rather gruesome scenario and the tyrant realised that the soldier he hated so much was an unstable willing omega, a lot of terrible things could happen, and Chris would never come out the winner. Wesker is clearly not going to be understanding or just take advantage of the situation like any alpha in his position would do. He certainly wouldn't miss an excuse to torture a man who is in such an awkward situation for himself. Wesker's slow footsteps, which echoed already nearby, made thoughts frantic, succeeding each other and pressing harder into the wall behind, increasingly accepting the fact of his own powerlessness. Trying to pull himself together, the man remembered that he had grabbed one can of blockers to keep in his pocket for reassurance. Hoping he hadn't dropped it along the way, Chris frantically checked his pockets and tactical vest . A feeling of relief fell over him as he finally found what he was looking for. With trembling hands he struggled to open the cap with the intent to swallow as much as he could to try and stop this horrible condition. “Found you!„ Wesker grinned, coming out of the corner. It gave him pleasure to see what terror the man was feeling at the moment and how obvious his victory was now. He seemed so caught up in his own sense of superiority that he didn't notice the plume of recessive omega pheromones in the air, which was supposed to drive him, as the alpha, crazy. “You look so confused.„ Wesker approaches him slowly, stretching the moment of his supposed triumph as long as possible. “What's wrong, Christopher?„ With hands sweaty and trembling with fear, the man fails to quickly manage the sealed lid. With a loud bang, the jar falls to the floor and rolls aside. Automatically reaching for it, he immediately attracts the tyrant's attention. “I don't think any pills can save you from me now.„ Chris ignores his words and pulls his hand forward. As soon as his fingers touch the jar of pills, Wesker approaches and steps on his palm, causing Chris to cry out painfully and yank his hand away. The man seizes the second opportunity, and the jar is immediately in his hands. There was no point in Chris fighting him, for it would be mostly pointless in view of his weakened state, and any proximity now would make his symptoms even worse. After reading the inscriptions, the tyrant's face changes. With his professional knowledge and extensive experience in medicine, he immediately recognises the drug in his hands. The narcissistic smirk slides off his face, leaving room for intense surprise. “What? „ Shifting her gaze to the man , blond eyebrow raised. “Why would you do that?„ “Hand them over , please.„ Noticing how shaky his voice was, he forcefully bit his lower lip to shut up. But unfortunately, that didn't go unnoticed by Wesker. At first he thought it was probably some kind of mistake and the blockers belonged to Chris's partner or someone else. He thought he knew his former soldier too well to accurately answer the question of his secondary gender. But now, seeing such a strange reaction from Chris, expressing in the extreme reddening of his face, long heavy sighs and such a need for omega pills, he couldn't answer exactly what made him confused for a second. Only standing so close in front of Chris, the man's thin nose twitched, sensing the sweet scent emanating from his swarthy skin that was reminiscent of mint chocolate. “Tell me I'm wrong .„ He steps even closer and peers into the soldier's blue eyes, which were much darker than usual. As an omega, obviously attracted to the alpha's interest, Chris can't fight the instinctive embarrassment and averts his eyes to the side. “Stay the hell away from me!„ The soldier held the knife he had stashed in his pocket out in front of him, thinking it would give him some chance to fight back if the alpha wanted to approach. „When you joined S.T.A.R.S., you were a beta,„ Wesker saw how much the blade in Chris's hands trembled as he touched on their shared memories and chuckled faintly. beginning to have an effect, awakening Wesker's biological instinct, “which In both file and behavior. „ The smell of pheromones had already settled in the man's lungs and was expressed itself in a wild interest in the recessive omega opposite. But he's so far able to fully control himself better than the man does and stands tactfully still, studying Chris from the sidelines. “I wasn’t thrilled when I found out, myself .„ It was one of Chris's most unpleasant memories of the last decade. It was the moment when he was suddenly struck with a discomfort and fear unknown before, as his body began to behave. He was lucky that he was home at that moment and only his sister had come across him, and not someone else who could just take advantage of his situation. The girl informed him and helped him greatly with that and subsequent incidents, bringing strong sedatives and advising him to lock himself in his bedroom. Apart from Wesker, who is able to give him some peace of mind, there was no one around, which was very annoying. Sheva and the other agents, who could at least distract the tyrant and get Chris away, were far away and there was no way to contact them yet. The only thing left to do was to wait for some action from the alpha, who, to Chris's surprise, was being very tactful. Instead of simply taking advantage of his vulnerable state or killing him without delay, he was studying him as if he were examining an insect under a microscope. “Hell, as an ex-cop, have some honour.„ Chris had already agreed to either of the two options, as long as his body stopped torturing him. “Hand them over and give me a shot at fighting you on equal terms.„ Wesker shifts his gaze to him and ponders his answer for a while, which makes Chris tense up even more. Instead of answering, the man clutches the jar, which immediately crumbles in his hands. The only hope of saving him from making a fatal mistake, has been destroyed by a man who is not the first to do so. “Why?„ “Right now, they won't do you any good.„ he shook the dust off the leather of his gloves. “In fact, I'd say an alpha is the only thing that can help you right now.„ “And, let me guess, you’re volunteering?„ The man asked caustically, getting a satisfied smirk in return. “I could perhaps suggest it, but...„ “Thanks, , but I’d rather you kill me.„ he interrupts him with a snarl. “I'd be more polite if I were you,„ Wesker gets tired of the man's excessive rudeness and instantly comes close to Chris and grabs him by the throat, lifting him above him. “I'm doing you a favour.„ “A favor? Yeah right. „ Chris's voice sounded even more muffled from the pressure of his fingers on his windpipe. Wesker, who had all the advantages of being able to snap a man's neck or rip his head off, hesitated again. “What do you think would have happened if it hadn't been me who discovered you?„ Wesker's usual cold arrogance was fading into the background, leaving room for a creepy grin. Chris felt his fingers begin to clench his throat tighter. “A crowd of infected, driven only by biological instinct?„ “I'm not sure it would be much worse,„ Despite the complete impotence, the man didn't stop replying, choosing more venomous lines, trying to get another outburst of aggression from Wesker. “I can arrange it, if you’d prefer? „ “Would you really want your worst enemy to be torn apart in front of you by a mob of infected?„ Looking into the man's face, he laughs dryly. “I doubt you'd give me so many chances to survive just for that. You could have put a bullet in my head when you showed me your precious Tyrant, otherwise.„ “I'm glad you do, in fact, use your intellect on occasion .„ Wesker partially relaxes his grip on the man's neck, but still doesn't let him move. “If I didn’t use it, I'd be long dead.„ Even though Chris was grinning and trying hard to pretend that the position his body was in was unpleasant, the shivering throughout his body made it clear that there was another release of pheromones triggered by the alpha. He sees the man's nose flinch again in an attempt to catch the intoxicating scent. The smile that appeared on his lips seemed unfamiliar to Chris, too serene and relaxed for this smug man. “Are you ready to surrender yourself to me?„ Wesker asks, his voice cracking with excitement. No matter how stubborn the man wants to seem, soon he'll barely be able to control himself. “You know what I'm going to say,„ Chris gritted his teeth, tears welling up in his eyes. “Why don't you just kill me?„ “I’ve never intended to kill you, Chris,„ the hand clutching his throat gently moved higher, stopping on the omega's cheek. “You're too valuable an asset to my plans.„ “Valuable?„ Chris blushed, feeling a rush of heat where the cold fabric of the glove touched his face. The embarrassment was not a natural instinct, but rather a personal feeling. Chris licked his lower lip involuntarily when the man's finger accidentally touched his mouth. “Mostly, for me.„ The slightest bit of sincerity, as if it had escaped the man's lips by mistake, gave Chris the impetus to display his own pheromone-induced confidence and he reached forward to touch Wesker's lips. The hand on his cheek loosened, as if the man had been contemplating pulling away for a while, but after a second, it slid roughly in, pulling Chris even closer and deepening the kiss. The interaction he'd finally received prompted more courage in the man , and he placed his hand carelessly around the alpha's neck, intending to undo the lock of his leather shirt. When it looked like Wesker was ready to take all the domination of the action for himself and push them into foreplay, he slowly pulled away and held Chris by the shoulder to make sure the man didn't reach out again and give him a chance to comment on what had happened. “Are you certain ?„ His hot breath touches the omega's face, making his body shudder again. “This is out of character for you.„ “Don’t get any ideas, I still hate you.„ Chris said with a small smile. Wesker initiated the next kiss, grabbing the man's chin and pulling him to him, shifting his attention completely to Chris. Even if someone broke in here, whether it was Exella or her minions, he wasn't going to pull away from the man and interrupt their abruptly formed bond. His tongue scraped against Wesker's sharp teeth, giving their kiss a metallic taste. Their tongues collided and entwined with each other, so fiercely it was as if they were continuing to fight each other. The taste of sweet blood served as an even greater impetus to the alpha's desire to possess Chris. His mind was in a fog, and he didn't fully realise that he was responding very confidently to the kiss and enjoying it so much. For seconds he wanted to push the man away and run away, to stop feeling such a contradiction inside him. But the pressure from Wesker seemed too strong, and there was no way he would let the man pull away. Either play by his rules or get killed. Wesker moved to the omega's collarbone and began instinctively nibbling and licking it, enjoying the defiant pleas of the man , who he was sure was asking for more. His hands began to roam over the man's body, stroking and trying to find the easiest access. Cold fingers, covered in the thin black leather of his gloves, slid under the tight uniform shirt, causing Chris to moan involuntarily. Hidden behind dark glasses, the man's eyes flash bright red, and he tosses the unnecessary accessory aside. Chris froze for a second at the dangerous glow, but it faded to a softer, warmer glow that made him partially calm down. His hand moves to Wesker's chest in an attempt to undo the zip of the black suit to expose the pale, almost white skin. The man allows it and places his palm over Chris's hand, helping him with the lock. Omega gingerly touches the exposed skin, which felt like hard, cold marble. In turn, the man pulled off Chris's shirt, revealing a taut torso sculpted by numerous workouts. His chest rose and fell in rhythm with his ragged breathing, his heart pounding so loudly that it drowned out even the begging, periodic moans mixed with his hoarse, rapid breathing. Seeing Chris' contradictory reaction to the touch, the man grinned contentedly and with his next move, brought his palm closer to the omega's groin, which elicited another awkward groan. Chris rolled his eyes as he felt the rough touch of his aroused cock through his clothes. Even though his body was getting closer and closer to what he wanted, it was incredibly scary and dangerous for the man to continue, to trust Wesker so blindly, going along with his heat. Sensing the uncertainty coming from Chris, the man put his free hand on his partner's cheek and pulled him back to him, pulling him into another kiss. “You know,„ his long, slender fingers undid a few buttons of his uniform trousers and slid them down, exposing his erection. “I don't typically pay attention to omegas,„ the fingers wrapped around the man's cock and began to move along its entire length, alternating between slow, soft movements and rougher, faster ones. Chris bit his lip to muffle his own scream as a reaction to the touch. Such a violent reaction was explained by the fact that this was his first heat spent with someone. There was a multifactorial fear in the foreground, partially blocking the obvious satisfaction of the stimulation. “I’ve always thought myself superior to those who, like a fool, succumb to mere animalistic instinct.„ Had the man known that his touch could arouse such violent emotions in his enemy and promote obedience, he would have taken out Chris, who was greatly interfering with his plans, much sooner. Even though Wesker considers himself such a powerful being that he almost equates himself with a god, it is unusual for him to see Chris, who can barely resist his instincts, so weak and practically will-less . The soldier was not, and never will be, a worthy opponent for the tyrant, but in his struggle he never once gave up, each time improving and sacrificing his own interests for the sake of others. Wesker often mocked his fervent belief in victory, but was admired for his endeavour and steadfastness, for it was this that helped him survive in a cruel world that would soon come to an end. So the new information about his former subordinate's weak secondary field was more interesting to him than he had shown it to Chris. Wesker's other hand went around and roughly squeezed the man's right buttock. Realising that there was no turning back, Chris shifted his position to make accepting the fingers more painless. Though his insides itched with the anticipation of the desired penetration, Chris himself trembled, still doubting the rightness of his action. The omega's abundant lubrication made it easy for his fingers to enter, and the man pushed them in almost painlessly. At first it seemed extremely uncomfortable, but he didn't pull back, thinking it might be even more painful. His hands rested awkwardly on Wesker's shoulders and clenched as the man moved inside him. He squinted each time the tyrant slowly and almost gently touched the soft pliable muscles inside him. Chris, experiencing such a thing for the first time, was surprised at the strangely pleasant sensation, for he had expected that it would hurt much more and that the tyrant would not behave so gently with him. Before he knew it, he was whimpering demandingly at every movement of the fingers inside him. A barely perceptible electric shock ran through his body, making the sensations even more acute. “But you, Chris, are a very special case that attracts me more than just physically,„ Wesker leaves a few kisses on his former subordinate's flushed face before moving his fingers deeper. The man's body continued to resist, clenching around the fingers inside him, giving the man a hard time. It took a little more time to relax the man's muscles enough for further action. Chris would never trust Wesker again, for he'd burned himself on that before, blindly trusting him as his captain. The day that divided the man's life into before and after, Joseph, Richard, Frost and the others were lost. Chris hadn't known them as long as Barry or Jill, but periodically the warm memories of them surfaced in his thoughts as a painful incentive to fight to the end, to rid the world of the suffering that Wesker and his kind were causing. It's funny how the daily fuelled hatred for the man, eventually culminated in an impending orgasm. As much as Chris tried to look indifferent to the stimulation, as soon as the man's fingers moved further and barely touched his prostate, the omega experienced his first orgasm, which made him cry out loudly, almost gasping at the sensations. Whatever he'd tried alone, it couldn't even remotely compare to what he was experiencing at the moment alone with his enemy. He immediately blushed and turned away, hoping not to meet Wesker's eyes, whose serpentine pupils scrutinised his every move. The man grinned contentedly and lifted Chris's chin, leaving a brief kiss on his flushed lips. He liked that the man was becoming less hostile to him by the second. “Apparently, even I'm not strong enough to ignore the leaking omega in front of me.„ Wesker stroked his back and left light kisses on his collarbone, soothing the light bites he'd made earlier with his tongue. In his arms, Chris looked so defenseless and in need of care. “Or, perhaps it’s simply precisely who the omega is? What do you think, Christopher?„ Chris's newly hardened cock was once again captured by the man, which was much slower this time than it had been in the beginning. He pumped his erection measuredly, smearing pre-ejaculate oozing down the length in copious amounts. Unfortunately, the man found that the stimulation was no longer as effective as it had been the first time, and his body demanded more, tingling painfully from the inside. This closeness didn't calm him down, but instead created a new wave of heat spreading all over his body, provoking him more and more to stop delaying and be filled as soon as possible. “Given our history, we obviously care about each other, don't we?„ “Please, just shut up and…„ groaning, Chris asked roughly, his inner fever already unbearable. He was not only irritated by Wesker's words, soaked with falsity, but also by the way his spirit stopped resisting them, making him act almost compliant, and wanting to talk such nonsense. “Please, what?„ He whispered in the omega's ear and bit his earlobe, making him whimper again. “You're impatient, Chris.„ “Wesker,„ the man hissed unhappily, showing the remnants of his trampled pride. “As you wish, dear heart .„ Just as Chris wanted to comment wryly on the nickname given to him, a rough movement turned his body around and his face collided with the stone wall. Before he could feel the pain of the hard blow, his entire body was pierced by a sharp movement from behind as the man entered him fully, not letting him gradually adjust to the new sensation. Chris cries out at the rough interference and instinctively tries to reposition his arms to push himself away from the wall, stopping the tearing pain. Foreseeing what he wants to do, Wesker grabs both of his arms, pulling them apart, and gives him another push. The man rests his head on Wesker's shoulder, whose lips touch his neck, threatening to leave another bite. When the pain has dulled, replaced by something more pleasurable, he moans softly and wriggles towards the man, trying to press as hard as he can on the sensitive points inside him. Wesker's jagged sharp pace seemed too fast, but it didn't hurt. As their bodies melded together, they adjusted without harming each other. Finally getting what he needed, he sighs contentedly, savouring the feeling of fullness and the slight, pleasant tingling inside him. The alpha's strong thrusts pound the man's insides, soothing and satisfying his trembling demanding body. The instincts have taken over the man so much that he finally stops resisting and gives himself completely to the new sensation of vivid sexual pleasure and false love for his alpha partner. “Back in S.T.A.R.S., you drove me crazy with your antics„ sharp teeth and tongue once again traced across the soft skin of Chris's collarbone. “If I'd known your true nature from the start, our lives would have gone quite differently, don't you think?„ “I don't think it would have been right , Wesker,„ Chris replied tiredly, who was already lazily moving his hips towards him. Fatigue was beginning to take over, and he was trying hard not to faint from exhaustion. “Probably not.„ This time, Wesker bites hard on the soft part of Chris' collarbone, leaving his mark on the man's neck, which should show up a little later and cement their bond for a long time to come. He knows they'll both regret it later and Chris will probably hate him even more, but in that moment, the man that has long wanted to sway Chris to his side takes advantage of the brief obfuscation of both of them. A sharp heat rushed through his body from the bite, and the pain made Chris cry out loud and long. His body shuddered in convulsions, which, combined with the conflicting feelings, gave him another wave of pleasure, and after he came a second time, his eyes closed from the sudden fatigue. //////////////////////////////////////////// Chris thought that he would wake up alone in the same unfortunate underground labyrinth, from where he would have to find a way out and contact the team, despite his weakened condition, or knowing Wesker, he would be killed. But when he awoke, he was surrounded by a darkened large bedroom, filled with a deep and almost threatening gloom. The only light was cast by the large panoramic window, which was mostly covered by a dense drape. The air in the room, seemed heavy and cloyingly sweet, filled with the bright mixed odour of pheromones. His two hands were tied to the large bed with iron police handcuffs, preventing him from moving, and he immediately discarded his plan for a quick escape. He felt a tight leather band with metal parts appear around his neck. That crazy bastard put a collar on me! The mark was still throbbing painfully, making the man feel the same heat, and replaying in his head everything that had happened hours ago. There was a break in his heat period, giving him a few hours to fulfil classic biological needs like eating or sleeping. In a few hours the same hunger would occur, causing him to once again seek out his alpha to continue. Chris was grateful to his body that now he could understand himself clearly enough and be able to soberly analyse what was happening without feeling or succumbing to the unpleasant signs of heat. “I'm glad you're awake, Christopher.„ He was greeted in a soft voice by a man sitting in a leather armchair that faced the window. The only thing Chris could see was Wesker's fingers elegantly shaking a slim, faceted glass of pomegranate liquid. “Let me out of here!„ Chris hissed angrily, and his handcuffs clanked loudly. “You're still here ,„ Wesker continued to stare out the window, not turning to the man . His voice was calm, as if he didn't intend to get into any kind of altercation with Chris, but rather to calm him down. „solely because I've decided to take care of you, Christopher.„ “You don't know the meaning of the word .„ Chris, whose mind was currently clear of pheromones, was boiling up inside, annoyed that Wesker was out of his sight and that his voice, had such a measured and satisfied tone. The man was clearly smiling as he spoke to him. “Then why didn't I just kill you before?„ He grinned softly and sipped from his glass. “Because you’re goddamn nuts.” „I'll take that as a compliment.„ As he continued to sit in the chair, he turned his head toward Chris. His eyes, which weren't hidden behind his sunglasses, were a soft amber-red colour, showing complete relaxation. “Where are Jill and Sheva?„ A twinge of worry stabbed at his heart. Now the only thing that interested and worried Chris was the well-being of his partners, who had been left fighting against each other hours ago on the stone rubble. “Alive and perfectly safe.„ He took a final sip and stood up from his chair and headed towards the bed. For the first time in a long time he wasn't wearing that strange leather suit that created, in Chris's opinion, unnecessary pathos. Wesker was wearing a plain black dressing gown, open at the chest so much so that when, soberly, the man's eyes travelled over the pale skin, a blush broke out on his cheekbones. “I don’t have much choice but to believe that, „ Chris answered, resigned to his situation. The man smiled softly at Chris's words and sitting down on the vacant opposite side of the bed, he opened the bedside drawer. The man turned apprehensively in the direction of the sound, trying to follow the man's actions. Taking a long piece of black silk cloth from there, Wesker blindfolded Chris, putting him in an even more vulnerable position. “You and I have two more exciting days ahead of us, Christopher.„