Grim nocturne

Even though he had many questions for the man and himself regarding what had happened, he decided not to linger here and quickly find a way out in order to completely feel in real conscious safety. Instincts buzzed, contradicting each other, but still he managed to escape from the place where Wesker led him. He quietly climbed out through the open bedroom window while the tyrant fell asleep for the first time in days and showed no signs of waking up soon. Perhaps the man deliberately gave Chris such an obvious and , one might say , easy opportunity to escape, guided by his hidden goals. Or, on the contrary, he simply did not hope that the omega would be able to go anywhere after their connection. Having got out of the mansion , and feeling at least a little safe, Chris angrily tore off the leather collar that Wesker had put on in order to inflame his possessive lust. His entire neck was raw from bites and bruises, the mark left by his unwanted partner burned, giving a certain impulse to the nervous system . Chris studiously ignored the way his body was trying to urge him to go back and press himself against his chosen alpha. Stay forever. He shook his head , trying to drive away the stupid thoughts that were poisoning his soul. After a three-day heat, Chris's head was quite clear, allowing him to think more rationally. There was no animal lust that blocked the opportunity to fully comprehend the gravity of the situation. Chris didn't want to admit it, even to himself, but his body was satisfied in a way it had never been before. He had never been able to comfortably handle his heat alone and experienced a painful, uncomfortable heat rather than any pleasure. But the last few days, when he discovered so many new unknown boundaries of his omega body, had been pleasant . Chris had no idea that he could take such pleasure simply from being touched , inside and out. All this time, Wesker was strangely caring and gentle, which was completely unlike him, the sick psychopathic killer that Chris was used to seeing him. It was too confusing for Chris. sense, as if giving rise to hope for a more pleasant relationship with a dangerous man than they had before. His lips gently pressed against the man's face, constantly whispering words that sounded a lot like love. I love you. I always have. I won't let you go again. The words sounded like beautiful lies, but Chris still smiled warmly and pushed tenderness into each kiss. Wesker stripped off the elegant white-gold ring that served as decoration from his hand and , taking Chris’s palm, put the jewelry on his ring finger, as if imitating a marriage proposal. The alpha purred contentedly at the sight of the ring on the omega's finger and covered the back of his hand with kisses. “After all this, marry me, we will get away from all this and it will be just the two of us, ” Wesker whispered, pressing the omega to his chest and licking his ear in a very gentle manner , “I don’t need anyone but you, Chris.” “Yeah, ” the man answered under the same pheromone effect with a soft smile, continuing to follow the movement of the alpha inside him. “Let’s do it.” He remembered snatches of Wesker's phrases, spoken under the spell of pheromones. Perhaps Chris, who had been suffering from unrequited love for several years, could sincerely agree with everything that was said , but he doubted that Wesker would say something like that when he was in an adequate state for himself. This man does not love anyone but himself, which is why he believed in Spencer’s nonsense about his divine destiny , and adheres to the ideas of creating a new perfect race. It would be foolish to trust this man on such a delicate matter as feelings. Not just stupid, but even dangerous, because Wesker is able to use this in any way he wants , and his analytical mind will quickly find a way to manipulate it. “Pheromone bullshit,” Chris argued with himself. “Neither of us wants this, and neither of us needs this.” He again casually touched the mark Wesker had left, remembering how he begged to receive it, arching his whole body under him. Now it was a terrible reminder of his weakness in the face of the tyrant. Yet at that moment he had so reveled in feeling like Wesker’s. After so many years of mixed feelings and angry fighting, it seemed like everything had finally fallen into place. If their views on the existence of the world had not differed so much, perhaps they could have come to some kind of consensus. “Ugh, all this daydreaming is pointless. I need to focus.„ Ignoring the pain in his body and his own feelings, Chris hurried to the base where his partners were supposed to be. If Wesker hadn't lied to him, he would actually see them alive. He will finally be able to talk to Jill , discuss with her what happened and their further plan of action. /////////////////////////////////////////// “Where have you been? ” Excella hissed with displeasure. Her usual seductively soft tone was much rougher due to the fact that she had been pretty nervous over the past few days while the man was away. The only thing she received during this period was a brief email informing her that Albert would temporarily move on to something else that was more urgent for him personally. Which is why the man ended up postponing their planned common project for a couple of days. And despite the fact that the woman cut off her phone and tried in every possible way to find him, this did not bring her any success, but only caused even more unnecessary worry. “We’re already running later than planned,” she bit her lower lip, trying to hide her agitation from him. “A delay of a mere three days is nothing,” then he adds softly , “Now...” Having previously taken off his cloak and sat down in a chair, Albert put his hand on the armrest with the back of his hand, signaling the woman to inject the serum. “The BSAA agent has escaped from our control,” Excella hissed, tapping her manicured nails on the lid of the iron suitcase. “ Her P30 injector was destroyed beyond repair, and she has since regrouped with her organization , who themselves grow closer and closer to tracking us down .” “ I’m unbothered,” he smirked briefly, which did not go unnoticed by the business partner , “Valentine’s importance is irrelevant at the moment .” “What are you talking about?” her left eyebrow raised questioningly , “What did you do?” Approaching the table, she pulled towards her an iron suitcase in which PG67A/W, which controlled the tyrant’s mutations, was stored. She carefully stored each sample of the synthesized vaccine, which she carried with utmost care in a container with her, understanding how dangerous its premature or, conversely, late administration could be for a man. “I’ll inform you when I deem it necessary,” his distant voice upset her, but she preferred to ignore his disinterest, carefully attacking in this way, in the hope of receiving at least some grains of reciprocity that she so needed. “That’s not an answer , ” the woman tapped her sharp nails on the glass bottle with the injection before starting to slowly inject it. “Focus on your job, instead of wasting time with unnecessary questions about things that are irrelevant to the current situation,” the man added a little rudeness to his voice so that his unwanted attitude would reach her head, clouded by love. Excella rolled her eyes in annoyance as she injected him with the inhibitor. She enjoyed the light touches of his skin, feeling how strong the muscles were underneath and wishing that this body, which she had so diligently cared for, would make her his . Her thin nose smelled the foreign, sweet scent that permeated Wesker's pale skin. She compared it to its original pungent, tart scent, reminiscent of menthol. Now it seemed soft and pleasantly sweet, something characteristic only of omegas. “Did something happen?” her other hand, gently squeezing the man’s shoulder, reached for the collar of a black leather shirt, in an attempt to discreetly pull it back, convinced of her theory , “There’s something different about your scent…” Wesker grabbed the woman's hand, which was lying on his shoulder, and squeezed it forcefully. The force was such that the pain silenced her , and the only thing she was thinking about now was how to free herself from his grip and apologize, hoping to ease his anger. Excella noticed the way those bright red eyes were beginning to shine dangerously, creating a pale glow through the glasses, and unconsciously recoiled. “I won’t repeat myself,” he roughly threw her hand off his shoulder and, getting up from his chair, headed towards the exit, “I will contact you as soon as I am ready to continue with the final implementation of Uroboros.” Left alone, the woman angrily threw the used syringe, which she was squeezing in her palm, and hearing the sound of glass hitting the floor, she stomped her heel in an attempt to take out her anger. “He dropped off the face of the Earth,” a sharp hatred squeezed her chest, making it painful for her to breathe , “He was gone for three fucking days!” Excella tried to hold back the tears that were starting to accumulate on her long painted eyelashes. Her voice was ready to turn into a scream while she tried to restrain her hysteria, which broke out due to the jealousy that was eating her up from the inside. “He screwed around with some omega, even though he said they were just dirt under his boots, worthless trash blocking the path to his ideal world!” With her appearance, position and stronger sex, which Wesker valued so much, who fundamentally did not work with omegas or betas, she believed that she had no rivals in the fight for this man, but, as it turned out, she was fatally mistaken . Excella's head could not form the picture that Wesker could prefer someone else when he was practically in her hands for the last year. The company office in which they were based was not just located in such a remote place, full of dirt and hopelessness. Here , she believed, she had a better chance of success. And when it seemed to her that the project was about to be completed and she, after such a tedious wait, would finally become worthy of his attention, she was faced with the fact that the man had moved away, and after returning, he was completely shrouded in the vile smell of omega pheromones, which showed not just a one-time , emotionless intercourse, but something deeper and perhaps even sensual. She had not seen a single omega nearby for a very long time, because the infected experimental subjects quickly killed any weak species in the settlement on which the virus either did not act or instantly killed them, which is why they were nothing more than food. Her thoughts returned to discussions about how a man could even find something interesting for himself in this dirty outback , and who it could be, her body began to tremble slightly from the piercing burning hatred. Screw it, I don't give a shit about Albert’s little whore. Whoever falls under him now in such a base form will be destroyed by the planned global purge and will not be able to prevent their emerging title. Besides her, no one will be worthy, even just to stand next to Wesker, who strives to become the king of a new world in which only she can be his queen. /////////////////////////////////////////// “Chris? Damn, you’re alive! , ” Sheva’s words, although they were affirmative, the tone of her voice was uncertain and confused. She tried all this time to believe that the man was alive, but the search, which lasted for two days, completely exhausted her, which is why the agent almost fell asleep at her workplace while she was waiting for at least some information from the rescue service , “Where the hell are you?! I lost you the moment Wesker…” “Where’s Jill?” pushing into the background the nature of what happened and the discussion of further actions, which should be the agents’ priority, Sheva understood that he was personally interested only in Jill, contact with whom had been lost for three whole years. She spent enough time with him to understand how dear his partner was to him and that they were united by a fairly long history, which she knew only partially about. “She’s fine,” the agent said calmly and waved her hand, signaling to follow her, “She’s recovering.” “How’d you manage to get away?” while Chris followed her, he constantly adjusted the turtleneck he found back in the mansion so that it hid his neck as much as possible from the others. “That strange device on Jill’s chest deactivated all of a sudden, not long after I lost you, and after quite a bit of tugging, we eventually managed to pry it off.” “ “It switched off, just like that?” Chris asked incredulously, not believing that Wesker could do something like that. Was this done for his sake or did Wesker's plans for Jill change? “Yes, as if done remotely,” she turned her head in his direction to clarify something, but , noticing his excitement, she tactfully remained silent, asking another question , “Was that your work?” “No, but I think it’s definitely something to look into.” Having reached the infirmary, Sheva opened the door with her key card and remained outside so as not to interfere with the long-awaited reunion. She hoped that, with the return of Chris, the situation would not worsen. With his help, they’d be able to completely solve the problem of the raging virus and the missing Tricell employees, who, under the influence of that ruthless bastard, had turned a successful pharmaceutical company that helped people into a peddler of bioweapons on a scale not seen since Umbrella. “Hey, Jill,” Chris announced carefully, entering the infirmary. “Chris!,” smiling joyfully at the man, Jill jumped up from bed, but managed to stop so as not to tear off the IV attached to her arm. Seeing his partner's face, expressing more emotion than animal hatred, Chris was overcome by a huge feeling of relief. He was incredibly glad to see her alive, almost unharmed, and already imagined how, upon returning to the states, they would inform others about this, who had been mourning the loss of the woman for several years. First of all, Carlos, who three years after the news of the death of his beloved woman cannot calm down, and every time in a voice full of pain reports how much he misses the times when she was alive. “How are you holding up?” after several days of unsuccessful searches and dark thoughts, Chris’s quiet voice was very soothing. “A couple days and I’ll be back in action,” his partner replies with a grin, to which Chris rolled his eyes. They were both incredibly stubborn and it was always pointless for them to argue with each other. “You don’t think they’ll let you jump back right into things after everything you’ve been through?” Chris doesn't let her object, but comes closer and hugs her tightly, still trying to make sure that Jill is alive and really is in front of him. At first, she joyfully accepts his hug and pulls him closer in return, but at some point the woman pulls away with a hiss. “What—” the woman nervously looks around, trying to get rid of the thought that the menthol scent cutting her nostrils is coming from somewhere far away or is simply a symptom of post-traumatic syndrome. “Chris, what did you do?” “What are you talking about?” the man asked, knowing full well that Jill wanted to know and, probably, already guessed the reason for his absence. She always had more extensive knowledge in some areas and a developed sense of smell, which greatly helped her in her work. “Don’t play dumb,” Jill’s lips curled into an aggressive grin, demonstrating her anger , “Do you really think I don’t recognize the scent of that bastard?” Before answering, the man sighed slowly, thinking about what words to choose so as not to aggravate Jill’s feelings and anger. But not finding the strength to admit it frankly, he tries to change the topic of conversation. “Jill, we can talk about this later. We’ve got bigger fish to fry right now.” “What. Happened,” she ignored his words and tightened her tone of voice in order to beat the information out of him. “It’s complicated, ” Chris unsuccessfully continued to insist on his own. “And you should really be focusing on yourself right now, not me.” “No, Chris, ” her voice trembled barely noticeably as the sharp outburst of anger gave way to concern. “Please, just- if something happened with Wesker— ” “We need to figure out the full details of what the hell happened in Kijuju before we head back home, ” the man again tried to shift Jill’s attention to work so that she wouldn’t ask such awkward questions for him , some of which he himself didn’t seem to know. answer , “ Does headquarters even know that you’re alive yet? Have they gotten back to us if you’ve sent something out? What do we even do next? Should we start packing first or...?” “Chris,” she left the stream of his questions unanswered , taking the man’s hand, which was trembling , “We can’t go home yet.” “What?” “What you saw was only a small part of what was planned. I couldn’t control my actions, but I heard his conversations with Excella and the others he was working with,” she raised her eyes to watch Chris’s reaction , “If he gets his way, there won’t be any ‘home’ to go back to.Uroboros will spread across the globe, and millions will die!” Jill had no idea what was going on in Chris's head, but she really hoped that the man had not forgotten that, first of all, they were dealing with a self-centered psychopath, and that relying on any feelings or hoping for understanding on his part would be dangerous . “So we have to move out.” “Are you sure you can do this? , ” Jill's question seemed funny - in comparison with him, she experienced greater horror , and first of all she had to think only about herself. “Don't worry about me, Jill, I’ve got this.” “Just let me know one thing, Chris. Please.” “What?” “Did you want this?” she asked this question for a reason. Knowing and seeing how cruel a man Wesker could be sometimes , she suspects he’d be capable of just about anything. “ I...” he understood that the woman would be displeased to hear this, but still he decided to confess right away, and not evade the answer, which would have been much preferable for him, “He didn’t rape me, if that’s what you’re asking.” In order to completely dispel all doubts regarding what had happened, he pulled back the collar of his turtleneck, exposing to the woman a mark that had already spread across his collarbone, taking on a certain pattern. What she saw made Jill speechless for a second, because in her head it could not have formed that Chris, of his own free will, not only slept with him, but also allowed himself to be associated with the most dangerous person on the planet. “How could you?” Over several years of friendship with Chris, she managed to understand that the man’s relationship with their worst enemy is very strange , and that it has a slightly different nature than he himself shows. Even in STARS, she noticed Chris' awkward glances towards the captain, but never asked him about it. And she certainly didn’t suspect that after so many years, it could result in something like this. “Like I said, it’s… complicated.” “Are you still on our side?” “Always,” the man answered without hesitation, to which Jill smiled. “I hope for both our sakes that you’re telling the truth, Chris.” /////////////////////////////////////////// A couple of minutes later, after Chris attached the walkie-talkie to his belt and was already mentally ready to go on to continue his mission, the device beeped, giving a signal to establish communication. “This is Agent Redfield, over,” the man answered automatically, expecting to hear an order or some information. “You left rather abruptly,” a soft, velvety voice chilled him to the marrow of his bones. He wasn't terribly surprised that the man had somehow acquired a secret line of communication accessible only to the BSAA's circle of trusted agents. He had long known that Wesker, with the help of his powers and influence, had a lot in his hands and, with the right desire, achieved everything he needed. “You shouldn't be on this line.” “I thought it best we talk.” Although Chris couldn’t see the man’s face, he heard the tone of his voice and assumed that he was probably grinning. “I don’t think so,” the man carefully put as much rudeness as possible into every word, so as not to allow his confusion to come out. “Don’t pretend that what happened between us was meaningless ,” Chris rolled his eyes irritably at Wesker’s attempt to be unnaturally sweet. “Since when do you care?” he received a sarcastic grin in response, which made him blush awkwardly. “I suppose we both can be wrong at times.” He paused for a moment, which made Chris tense. He didn't like the fact that he now saw a new subtext in Wesker's words, to which he reacted more sharply than ever before. “Why call now? Why leave me a shot at escaping if you want me back so badly now?” “I allowed you some time to think before making a decision,” there was again an irritating delicacy in his voice. “I have no idea exactly what you were thinking I’d do,” he again received a quiet chuckle in response, which he studiously ignored, “but regardless, we need to talk.” Chris understood that his voice sounded very false, and that the man knew perfectly well when he was lying to him. “Unfortunately, I’m busy with a project at the moment.” “A project? Aren't you finished with Kijuju?” “My dear,” dripping from Wesker’s lips, the term made Chris’s body tremble, “I see the naivety that I found so enchanting in STARS hasn’t disappeared quite yet.” Chris, high on feelings and old memories, blushed again. “You didn't think I'd cancel my plans just because they were running a tad late, did you?” “What?” “A new, bright future awaits the two of us.”