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The minute he stepped out of the elevator Chris started to have second thoughts about the whole evening.
He didn't belong there.
If it hadn't been for the persistence of a certain woman forcefully dragging him along the fancy hallways, he would have surely turned around and headed home.
A stay-at-home evening was starting to look quite tempting by the minute. But how many of those evenings had he already had? Maybe it would do him some good to go out sometimes. But a different setting would be much more preferable than the current one.
"Oh come on, Chris, stop being such a party killer. Tonight is going to be great, I'm sure of it!" The woman dragging him along was practically beaming, her eyes wide as she looked around.
"Jill.. This isn't really my scene.. I prefer things not as.. as posh as this." Chris tried to weakly protest.
The place was way too fancy for him. He really felt out of place, but Jill strode along, confident as ever. "Lighten up, will you. It's not everyday you get invited to a party held by Raccoon City's finest!"
Chris just let out a sigh. Yeah, Chris never would have thought he would end up in a place like this. He would have been more than happy to pass up the opportunity, but he had made the grave mistake of mentioning the invitation to Jill. So here he was, on the top floor of one of the fanciest buildings of Raccoon City, attending a party held by Umbrella corporation with Jill as his plus-one.
"You really are making this sound much greater than it really is. I bet it will be boring." Chris continued on, but Jill paid it no mind, still clinging to his arm as if to make sure Chris wouldn't make a run for it.
"Well, with that attitude.. Damn, look at the decor of this place!" Jill was getting way too excited about it all in Chris's opinion, but he had to agree, the place was very fancy. Everything looked expensive, ridiculously so. "Hell, there would be more important things to waste money on than.. a fucking giant chandelier, how huge is that?" Chris frowned, looking at the ceiling as they reached a set of huge stairs, leading to the top floor where the party was held.
Jill just let out a low whistle when she spotted the huge crystal chandelier as well. "These Umbrella folks sure have some style. And money by the looks of it." The sound of people chatting could be heard from upstairs. Jill finally let go of Chris so that she could fuss over her dress. "How do I look? Good?" Chris looked her friend over, looking at the deep blue silk dress she wore. She really was a beautiful woman. "You look beautiful of course. Don't say you're getting nervous now?" Chris couldn't help but smirk at his friend.
"Huh, not at all." Jill feigned ignorance, still trying to smooth her dress out some more. "Well then, shall we?" Chris offered his hand to her again, and Jill took it with a bright smile on her face. And then they were heading up stairs.
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As the evening went on, Chris found out he had been pretty much right about the whole thing. The place was full of the rich and wealthy people of Raccoon City and most of them seemed quite snobby and boring, making Chris really not care about mingling. But there was free alcohol. Expensive, fancy free alcohol.
And despite his thoughts about the evening being boring, it actually hadn't been, but no thanks to the stuck-up people there. The evening not completely sucking was all thanks to Jill being there with him, and Chris was truly glad he had brought her along.
There was an open bar at the party, making Chris and Jill order all kinds of crazy drinks they could think of. There was some sort of buffet as well at a different room, but they both had found the food inedible. Perhaps it was just too fancy for them, but nevertheless, they had some fun daring each other to try the weird dishes. Washing the food down had required some more alcohol of course.
At one point, they had slipped into yet another room, the floor having a few fewer people on it. They were standing close to the bar together, both of them with drinks in hand.
"Ooh, I know what we should do!" Jill suddenly blurted out all excited.
"Well, what is it? Please, no more eating any of that food, it was horrible." Chris blurted out, twirling his drink in his hand. How many had he already had? Perhaps he was a bit drunk, but so was Jill.
"Oh no, no. Something much better! We're gonna get you laid!" Jill revealed her masterplan and Chris almost choked on his drink, trying to cough the alcohol out of his lungs.
"Fuck, Jill! Don't go shouting things like that while I'm trying to drink." Chris glared at his friend when he could finally breathe again. "Besides, I don't need to get laid." Chris said dismissively, looking at his half empty glass.
"Really Chris? So, when was the last time you had any action?" Jill shot him with a knowing glare. Chris opened his mouth to answer before he realized that he actually really didn't remember. Had it really been that long?
"See? This is what I mean. You devote yourself completely to your work, never mind your social life. Now, we're gonna find you a guy to take home with, and I'm not having any objections." Jill stated with finality behind her words and Chris knew he couldn't argue with her.
Chris just sighed at his defeat. "Fine, do what you want, though I doubt there is anyone my type here. People here are just too.. Pretentious."
"Oh, it doesn't really matter, does it. It's not like you're looking for a guy to marry. So what if he's a little pretentious, as long as he's good in bed." Jill smirked at him, making Chris let out another sigh.
"So.. What kind of a guy are we looking for?" Jill asked him, all too happy about her idea.
"Tall, blond, and handsome." Was all Chris muttered out before he downed the rest of his drink.
He was going to need more alcohol if he wished to survive this evening, that was for sure.
-
A few drinks later, Chris was starting to lose interest in Jill's new little game. The woman would scout through the crowds of people, reporting her findings to Chris. So far, there hadn't been any luck in finding someone that Chris could consider even mildly interesting. But Jill was determined not to give up, much to Chris's dismay.
Jill had run off again, leaving Chris alone to lazily eye the people at the party. Nope, no one interesting in sight, Chris thought. Perhaps he should just call it a night and head home, it was hardly entertaining anymore.
Before Chris could make any move on leaving though, Jill returned with a huge smile on her face.
"Found him." She practically beamed.
"Who?" Chris asked, frowning.
"Your date for the rest of the night, of course!" Jill winked at him.
"I seriously doubt that." Chris mumbled, uninterested.
"Oh, come on! This one is perfect, trust me." Jill quickly yanked Chris’s arm, forcefully dragging him along again.
"Aww, Jill.." Chris's weak protests fell on deaf ears.
Jill guided them skillfully through people until they reached the far end of the room where there were fewer people. Jill stopped them almost abruptly, making Chris almost lose his balance. "There. Have a look." Jill pointed to a small crowd of people chatting not too far from where they were standing.
"Fine. Just so I can say hell no and we can leave." Chris removed himself from Jill's hold and looked to the direction Jill had pointed.
Yeah, great. More old people there. And a woman, some boring looking man and..
Shit.
"See? Just like you wanted; tall, blond, and most definitely handsome." Jill smirked with a triumphant look on her face.
Chris hadn't really been that serious with his description of what kind of a guy was his type. But truth to be told, Jill had still nailed it perfectly. The man Chris's eyes were locked onto was indeed tall with slicked back blond hair and a very handsome face. The man was having a conversation with some other people, but Chris completely ignored anyone else after he saw him. He looked a bit older than Chris himself, though not too old by no means. And he was dressed in an expensive looking suit, all in black. The man truly looked quite perfect, there was only one thing..
"What's with the sunglasses?" Chris blurted out aloud. Indeed, the handsome man was wearing a pair of dark shades. Indoors. At night. "He's not blind, is he?" Chris felt a bit disappointed. Of course the only good looking one was blind or some other shit, he truly had terrible luck..
"No, of course not. It doesn't look like that at least, you can tell by the way he carries himself. Perhaps it's just his style, who knows, go ask him." Jill pushed Chris forward, making Chris quickly panic.
"Whoa, wait a sec! I'm not gonna walk over there and make a complete fool of myself! Perhaps he's not even gay!" With Chris's rotten luck the guy was probably happily married, though Chris secretly hoped he wouldn't be.
"Look at him, he must be gay! The gorgeous, well dressed ones always are." Jill tried to make him budge, but Chris's feet were firmly planted to the ground. "Now you're just being ridiculous! Not all gay men are like that! And stop trying to push me!"
Jill finally let go of him, making Chris almost lose his balance, yet again. "Fine. I happen to find you the perfect man and you're not even willing to go talk to the guy! Suit yourself then, spend the rest of your life alone." Jill huffed, judging Chris harshly with her eyes.
"I'm not gonna spend the rest of my life alone.." Was all Chris could weakly mutter. But he wasn't going to go talk to the guy. He looked busy, it would just be awkward to go there and try something.
Even though Chris knew nothing would happen between him and the handsome man, there was no reason not to admire him from afar, right? With that thought, Chris glanced back to the direction of the man. Fuck did he look good. Just looking would be enough, right?
-
Another drink later Chris found himself seated with Jill, who had stopped her pouting on Chris's missed opportunity. Chris had insisted on their current spot. It was just that it was nice to sit there, the fact that he wanted to sit at that exact table had nothing to do with the fact that he had the perfect view to look at the blond man. Yes, absolutely nothing to do with that.
Chris was brought back from his staring session when he heard Jill snort loudly. Reluctantly Chris brought his eyes back towards his friend. "What's so funny?" Chris asked, confused by the knowing smirk on Jill's lips.
"You do realize that while you can't see his eyes and where he is looking, he can perfectly see where you are looking." Jill finished, making Chris frown in confusion. What is she on about..?
Then the realization hit in. Shit, fuck. Chris's eyes went wide for a second before he twirled quickly around in his seat, almost falling to the floor. "Shit, you don't think he noticed, right?" Chris asked with his back turned towards the man's direction while his cheek seemed to heat up.
"Well, you have been looking at him non stop since I pointed him out for you. I think it would have been pretty difficult not to notice. Though this looks even more dumb. Turn back around, Chris, you're being such a brat, oh my god." Chris could hear the amusement on Jill's voice as she spoke and he turned back around, slower this time, not wanting to fall to the floor. No need to make himself look like a bigger idiot than what he already looked like.
"It's just.. He's just nice to look at, that's all.." Chris felt ridiculous saying it out loud. It really had been too long since the last time he had had any action. God, he was hopeless, destined to die alone. Perhaps he should get a cat, it would be the only company he would ever get. Yes, that seemed to be the perfect plan for his drunken brain at the moment.
Chris just flopped his head against his arms, defeated. "Seriously Jill, I'm not this pathetic, am I?" Chris muttered from behind his hands. Jill just smiled at her friend and patted him softly on the back. Perhaps her friend just needed a little push to the right direction. When Jill could hear Chris muttering something about getting a cat she knew that perhaps just a little push wouldn't be enough.
"Cheer up, Chris. Let's go get new drinks and have some fun, alright?" Jill shot Chris a reassuring smile when she could see her friend's face again. It seemed it was time to form another plan, Jill smirked at herself as she spotted some movement in the group they had been staring at, or more accurately, Chris had been staring at.
Yep, a push was all that was needed.
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Chris had thought that they would have gone back to the bar, but instead he had been left standing alone as Jill had quickly wandered off, saying she needed to do something. But she was sure taking her time. Perhaps he could have gone to the bar by himself, but then it would have been more difficult to find Jill again, so Chris was rooted to the spot, watching people around himself with little interest. No one looked even mildly interesting, not after seeing the blond man.
And there he went again. He had become just completely hopeless after a few drinks. Perhaps it really would be best to leave, no matter that it was still a bit early to call it a night. He should just find Jill and..
"Chris! Chris!" Jill's frantic voice made him turn around and there she was, quickly making her way towards him, with a huge grin on her face and drink in her hand.
"Is everything all right..?" Chris shot her a questioning look. "Everything will be right just in a moment!" Jill answered happily before grabbing Chris by his hand. "Come, quick!" She pulled him along, again.
"Jill, what's going on?" Chris tried to ask her again, but Jill paid him no mind, still dragging him along until she abruptly stopped before frantically trying to look ahead, over people's heads. "Right. Here should be perfect." She muttered out before quickly twirling Chris around and moving him around until she seemed to be satisfied at where he was standing.
"You're not gonna tell me a thing, right?" Chris looked at his friend who was busy glancing somewhere behind him. "Yep, not a thing. Just trust me with this one. Now, stay here and don't move a muscle, alright? Oh, and hold this." Jill quickly shoved the drink from her hand to Chris, her eyes fixated still on something Chris couldn't see. "Uh, okay.." Chris took the glass from her, completely confused.
"Now stay. I'll be right back." And then she was gone again, leaving Chris to question what the hell had just happened. Why did he need to stand there? Well, at least he got another drink in his hand again..
Just as Chris was going to take a sip from the glass he felt someone bump into him. Unprepared, he lost his balance, barely avoiding face planting to the floor. Glass still in his hand, he managed to regain his balance, though there was no alcohol left in his glass. Who the hell just made him lose his drink..
"Hey, watch where you're going! You made me spill my drink!" Chris blurted out before twirling around to see who had bumped into him, and when he saw who it was, Chris completely froze.
It was the blond man. The same man he had been gazing at from afar like an idiot, but now he was standing right in front of him. And he didn't look any less handsome up close, quite the opposite actually.
Chris instantly regretted the words he had just blurted out. There was no way he could salvage the situation. He had sounded like some sort of deranged alcoholic, mad about his drink being spilled. Chris was just left speechless, just gaping at the man, too stunned to speak, to move, to do anything.
Even though Chris was left speechless for a moment, the man most certainly wasn't.
“My apologies. It seems like someone was in too much of a hurry and shoved me right at you.” The voice was smooth, Chris’s eyes involuntarily dropping to the man’s lips as he spoke before quickly sifting them to his sunglass-covered eyes.
“Oh but don’t worry, I’ll get you a new drink of course.” A charming smile and Chris was sold immediately. If the man was straight, surely he would not have bothered to offer to get him a new drink. The gorgeous well dressed ones were always gay, right?
Chris realized he really needed to say something back. He couldn’t just keep staring. Here was his chance. He could be charming back.
“Oh, um, sure..?”
Or not.
But the man just seemed amused by his reaction. So Chris tried again.
"I mean, that’s very kind of you." Chris replied with a charming smile of his own, a smile that had gotten him laid before.
"Of course, if you don't mind a change of scenery. It is quite crowded, and I'd rather avoid any more pointless conversations with certain people down here." The man glanced briefly around before he turned back towards Chris. "I think I'd rather head upstairs. Feel free to join me, if you wish to get your drink, that is." And then there was that smirk, the slight tilt on the corner of the man's mouth, making him look even better. Honestly, the guy could have said pretty much anything and Chris would have still followed happily along.
“I think I'll join you. A change of scenery does sound quite tempting." Chris tried his best to sound a bit more flirtatious. Perhaps the evening wouldn't even lead to anything, perhaps the man was straight, but still, there was no reason not to enjoy the man's company if he was offering. Chris could at least admire his looks and listen to him talk, Chris really didn't care about what. The man had such a smooth, velvety voice, Chris thought he could listen to it forever.
"Brilliant. I had been hoping for more.. intriguing company this evening. Most people truly are quite dull in these sorts of gatherings." The man spoke with a bored tone while leading the way, Chris following close by. Hearing the man talk made Chris think about what he said earlier to Jill, how people here were way too snobby for him, but then he remembered what Jill said. What does it matter if he's good in bed?
Walking next to the man Chris suddenly remembered an important detail.
Jill.
Funny how you completely forget about your friend the minute you get bumped into by a gorgeous man. Well shit. Could he really just ignore Jill, they came here together after all. But she did want to find him a man, right?
Chris tried to glance around as he followed the man, trying to spot his friend in the crowd but he didn’t see her. Soon his attention was brought back to the blond man as they had reached a set of stairs. There was a man by the stairs, looking like some kind of security, but one word from the blond and they got through, Chris following suit as they walked up the stairs. Now was the perfect opportunity to see if Jill was still there, somewhere, and luckily enough, Chris actually managed to spot her in the crowd below.
There she was, winking at him and showing thumbs up. And then it hit Chris, the man's words from before coming back to him. ..someone was in too much of a hurry and shoved me right at you.
It must have been Jill! She must have been the one who shoved the man at him, and judging by her smug expression she definitely was behind it all. The woman was way too devious at times. Chris could only look at her dumbfoundedly until he couldn't see her anymore. They had reached the top of the stairs.
Before Chris it was another lavishly decorated lounge with a fancy bar on the side. There were only a few people in the lounge, and Chris could see one wall being completely made of glass, showing off a large balcony overseeing the city. The view certainly did look nice.
"Ah, this is much better. Much more peaceful." The man said, obviously pleased by the peace and quiet of the upper floor. And then he was off, walking towards the bar as if he owned the whole place, Chris following along like a lost puppy.
The man was already seated and ordering something from the bartender, making Chris sit on the bar stool next to him. Sitting there, looking at the expensive looking bottles lined up against the wall Chris had a moment of sobriety. What the hell was he actually doing?
Here he was, prepared to get more drunk with a man he knew nothing about. Was he this kind of person, really? He was willing to spend time with someone just because of their looks? He didn’t do one-night stands.
But then the alcohol arrived and Chris decided that he actually didn't care at this point. And by the taste of it, the drink was definitely strong. Some sort of expensive whiskey of course, probably one bottle costing a ton or some shit like that. For Chris it all usually tasted quite the same.
“Satisfied? I did get you your drink, didn’t I? The man suddenly spoke again, drawing Chris's attention back on him. He was slowly savouring his drink before he turned to look at Chris, seemingly waiting for an answer.
“Yeah, thanks. Though, I’m not sure if I’m satisfied with just a drink..” Chris trailed off. It was really the time to test the waters, to see what they were really doing there together like that.
But the man seemed quite interested, that charming smirk spreading on his lips again. “Oh, I had hoped you would have been interested in more than just a drink. Truthfully, I had been looking for more.. interesting company to spend my time with. Truly, all the work related talk was getting quite unnerving. It seems you can't have even one night off, after all." The man continued to twirl the glass in his hand before taking another sip.
"Now, how about you? Have you been enjoying the hospitality of Umbrella, Christopher?" The words made Chris almost choke on his drink.
How the hell did this man know his name?
"How.. how do you know my name? We haven't met before, right?" Chris asked when he was sure he could speak again. Surely he hadn't met this man before, because if he had, Chris would have surely remembered him.
"Oh, we haven't, I assure you. I just make it my business to know every remotely interesting person attending these little Umbrella gatherings." The man said casually, that smirk back on his face.
He made it his business to know, huh? Who exactly was this man?
"So, you know my name but I don't know yours? I think that's pretty unfair." Chris commented, genuinely interested to know the man's name now.
The man turned his attention from his drink back to Chris before he spoke again. "You may call me Wesker." Chris just huffed at the reply. So he was only allowed to know his last name, huh.
"Fine. Nice to meet you then, Wesker." Chris's words were dripping with sarcasm, but Wesker just seemed to find it amusing, the smirk widening on his lips. There truly was something to this man that made him quite irresistible in Chris's eyes, and it wasn't just the looks either. Perhaps it was the overall way the man carried himself. On the surface level, he seemed quite charming, but there was something there, something beneath the surface Chris wanted to see.
There was something in the way the man smiled. It didn’t come across as a genuine smile. It was always more like a smirk.
Chris was brought out of his musings when he heard Wesker chuckle next to him. "Now, are we back to this again, Christopher? Though I must admit, it was quite amusing to see how long you would stare at me before. But by all means, feel free to continue if that's what you'd like to do." Chris could clearly hear the amusement on Wesker's voice while he felt his own face heat up a bit, and not because of the alcohol.
So he had been caught on his little staring session, but Chris was feeling way too stubborn to be too embarrassed by it. So he had stared at the man, big deal. But the fact that Wesker had noticed his staring had meant he had looked at him back as well. And he had gone even as far to know his name, for whatever reason. He had said he had looked for more interesting company for the night.
"Perhaps I found you interesting." Chris commented, eyes ahead while he proceeded to take a sip of his drink. The man wasn't going to make him sweat or feel inferior, no way. Wesker must have been used to intimidating people, but Chris wasn't going to be one of those people.
Another light chuckle was Wesker's reply before he finished his glass and ordered them another round, making Chris finish his first with one gulp. He wasn't going to be left behind. Taking his second drink from the bartender, Chris turned a bit on his seat to look at Wesker again.
"So are you going to tell me why you know my name or..?" Chris simply blurted out, the alcohol making it all so much easier.
Chris's words made Wesker turn slightly in his seat and lean closer to Chris so that they were almost facing each other. The new proximity made Chris tense for a moment before he quickly relaxed again. "As I said before, I make it my business to know every person invited to any Umbrella hosted events, and you most certainly stood out from the rest of the people invited. Mostly it was the more.. unusual reason you got invited." Wesker elaborated smoothly.
The thought of how much Wesker knew about him crossed Chris's mind briefly. It was a bit unsettling to meet someone who you knew nothing about but who knew things about you. Well, perhaps it was time to find out exactly how much Wesker knew.
"Well, I can't argue with that. These kinds of parties aren't really my kind of a thing. And the reason I got invited was mostly sheer luck." Chris commented, eyes ahead while sipping his drink.
"Sheer luck? My, I wouldn't call it simply that. As I recall, you played quite a significant part in diffusing a hostage situation at one of Umbrella's office buildings. It was quite remarkable, not a single hostage getting hurt. The hero cop, Christopher Redfield, saving the day." Wesker commented, sounding actually impressed.
"I just happened to be at the right place at the right time, nothing more to it really. It just is my nature, I guess, trying to help people, and with my background in the air force I felt it to be my duty as well." Chris just simply shrugged, because that was how he felt about the whole incident anyways.
It really had been sheer coincidence he had been at that part of the city at that time; he had been on his usual work shift of patrolling when he heard the call from his radio about a hostage situation nearby. It had also been mentioned that a special team was on their way to the site, but all regular police personnel nearby could head to the location to provide assistance. In the end, Chris had provided much more than just assistance. Chris had actually been the first one to arrive at the site, and it just wasn't in his nature to hang around and wait for the special team. He had sprung into action immediately, years spent in the air force hadn't been all for nothing. Seeing all the chaos at the site, Chris couldn't help but to revert to like he was in the force: rushing to save lives regardless of his own safety.
Chris had acted mostly on his instincts, determined to help people. When the special team had finally arrived, Chris had already managed to save most of the hostages. Of course there had been a lot of questioning later, about what he had been thinking, acting so rashly on his own, but luckily everyone was just pleased that nobody got seriously hurt. The people from Umbrella corporation had been quite pleased though, and in the end he had gotten the invite to the party as a thank you. And here he was, having a conversation with an attractive man. Funny how things could turn out.
"So, the air force then. I had been wondering where your skills came from, it seemed to be beyond that of just a regular police officer. So, saving hostages is something you usually do?" Wesker had finished his second drink and placed the now empty glass on the counter, but now he was fully facing Chris, his other arm resting on the counter while he looked quite relaxed.
Chris snorted slightly and shook his head lightly before answering. "Well, if the situation needs it then I just can't help it I guess." Chris turned slightly in his seat as well, only now noticing how closely they were sitting together. Chris could see his reflection from the lenses of the glasses Wesker wore. He really just wanted to see the man's eyes..
"Is wearing shades indoors something you usually do then?" Chris just blurted it out, all thanks to the alcohol he had been drinking quite persistently throughout the evening. He really hadn't meant to blurt the question out, he just couldn't help himself. Shit, what if he really is partially blind or something so he has to wear those, you just had to ask that, had to say something offensive..
But instead of getting offended like Chris had dreaded, Wesker chuckled slightly, that ever persistent smirk still on his lips. "These? Oh, I wear them mostly out of habit by this point." Wesker gestured with his hand before he removed the glasses from his face and pocketed them before turning to look at Chris.
Chris was met with intense, icy grey eyes at that moment. He had definitely hit the jackpot. Chris didn't think the man could look even more attractive than what he did before, but now without his glasses..
Wesker was simply gorgeous and Chris found himself staring, again. He just couldn't help it.
"Satisfied?" Wesker asked, clearly amused.
"Can't complain."
Chris was falling fast, and the alcohol wasn't helping.
But when had been the last time he could just let loose?
“Oh, you said how you weren’t satisfied with just a drink, I think you still need much more than just to see my eyes to truly be satisfied tonight.” Wesker chuckled, the implication heavy behind his words.
"You know.." Wesker suddenly leaned closer, well into Chris’s personal space, lips almost brushing against his ear. "My place isn't that far from here." Purred words against his ear.
And then there was a hand, suddenly resting on Chris’s thigh, making the intentions crystal clear.
Chris’s brain was having a difficult time to function properly. Blood was rushing but not into his head. Chris was under the man's spell immediately. He didn't think of himself as being easy, but it looked like he had been wrong about that.
But Wesker didn’t stop there.
“Oh, but before that, one question.”
Chris was holding his breath, his body tense and oh so ready, that hand at his tight doing terrible things to his insides.
“Do you enjoy rough sex?”
Out of all the questions Chris could have imagined Wesker asking, that certainly was not what he had expected.
There should have been some sort of alarm going off by now in Chris’s head. But there wasn’t. Instead, he was aroused.
Chris couldn’t say that he was into rough sex. He didn’t think he had had rough sex before. Or had he? What was the definition of rough sex? What did Wesker mean by it?
Millions of thoughts were flashing in Chris’s mind but none of them were unpleasant, far from it, not when they were involving the man currently massaging his thigh.
But before Chris could even start to form a proper answer to the startling question, the hand on his thigh proving to be rather distracting, Wesker pulled away, his attention going to where they had entered the room. And now that his leg was freed, Chris could also take notice of his surroundings, his brain working again.
There seemed to have been some sort of commotion at the entrance. A woman, quite beautiful if you liked the type, was seemingly arguing with what appeared to be security personnel.
Chris then recognized the woman from before, it was the same one he had seen with Wesker the first time he had laid his eyes on the man.
Wesker made a small sound of disapproval, making Chris focus his attention back on him.
"'And here I thought I wouldn't have to deal with work again.. Seems like it's my time to take my leave." Wesker murmured with his smooth voice, gaze fixated on the woman, a look of distaste on his features, but when he turned to regard Chris again, the look was quickly dropped, placed with a charming smile. "I do hope you will join me though. As I said, my current residence isn't far from here. I still need to take care of a few things, and then I'll be leaving, hopefully with you." He smoothly slid out of the chair, straightening himself.
"Seven minutes. Meet me in the entrance hall in seven minutes if you wish to continue our evening." And with one last look, the man took his leave, heading towards a back door and exiting the room.
There was no way in hell that Chris wasn’t going to leave with that man. He was thoroughly fucked. Wesker could do whatever he wanted to him, Chris didn’t care. Rough sex, anything, all of it. He was hooked already. One touch was all it took and a few words. He was indeed easy, damn.
Following an unknown man into an unknown location, just to get laid.
And there was something about Wesker, something that his instincts were trying to tell him but he chose to ignore it. He could take care of himself.
Chris kept looking at the door Wesker had exited, lost in thought.
"Who are you? Where's Albert?" A woman’s voice from behind made Chris turn in his seat. It was the woman who had been arguing at the entrance. Looks like the security finally let her through. She was truly beautiful, but her pretty features were transformed into an irritated scowl.
"Albert..?" Chris questioned, not following.
The woman looked at him annoyed, her tone commanding. "William told me that Albert was supposed to be here, but he's not! And the security personnel in here are highly unprofessional, someone should get fired for this, don't these people know who they are dealing with?" The woman went on, her accent becoming more pronounced as she ranted, more to herself than to Chris, her eyes shooting daggers towards the guy who had first denied her access to the floor.
The woman directed her sharp gaze towards Chris again, eyes narrowing. "So, was he here or not?"
"Who?" Chris shot back, the woman starting to sour his own mood by the minute.
"Albert of course! Are you listening?" She huffed then, looking around again, but there was no one else than the staff and security personnel there.
Thoughts began to run in Chris's head. Albert? Did the woman mean Wesker? Was that his first name? It was obvious Wesker wanted to avoid the woman, choosing to exit through a back door.
But Chris didn’t have time for the annoying woman. He had plans for the night, after all.
"Haven't seen anyone, I'm afraid." And with that, Chris slid from his chair, leaving the intolerable woman by herself as he walked back towards the stairs, ready to head down.
After all, he only had seven minutes to spare.
Chris walked down the stairs, trying to spot Jill again but he couldn’t see her. He wanted to let her know that he was leaving, but surely Jill wasn’t expecting him any longer, she had seen him exiting the room with Wesker before. She would just tell him to go get his man or something other dumb thing if he did find her and tell her what had happened. It had been her idea after all. Jill was indeed gonna get him laid. She was going to be intolerably thrilled by her success. Perhaps it was better if he didn’t run into her after all.
But how many minutes had it been already? He hadn’t even looked at the time when Wesker had left. He did not know how much time had passed already. He did not want to miss Wesker and head home by himself so Chris decided to head back all the way down to the entrance hall as quickly as he could.
Chris skipped down the final flight of stairs, entering the almost deserted entrance hall, trying to spot Wesker, hoping that he didn’t miss the man. Luckily, there he was, standing at the other end of the hall, close to the doors, talking with someone.
Chris felt instant relief seeing him and excitement as well. He was really going to leave with the tall, blond and handsome man. Chris slowly walked towards the pair, not wanting to disturb their conversation but wanting Wesker to notice that he was indeed there, waiting for him.
As Chris walked closer, he noticed that the man Wesker was talking to seemed annoyed, his voice slightly raised.
“-but you were supposed to take care of it, you can’t just leave! What could be more important than this?” The man questioned Wesker, his words making Chris stop in his tracks and look at the pair a bit awkwardly. Was he the reason behind what appeared to be an argument between the two men?
As Chris stood there, not sure what he should do, Wesker finally spotted him just standing there. Wesker turned towards Chris's direction, giving him a charming smile, ignoring his companion. The man turned to look at Chris's direction as well, following Wesker’s line of vision to see what he was looking at. As the man spotted Chris, his expression changed to that of displeasure.
“Ah, it is indeed time for me to take my leave. You can deal with Excella by yourself, William. Have fun, I most certainly will.” Wesker told the man next to him even though his attention was only on Chris.
“Seriously, Albert?” The man hissed at Wesker, looking at him and ignoring Chris but Wesker was already walking towards Chris, leaving the other man by himself. But Chris's mind focused on the name he heard again.
Albert.
Now he indeed had the confirmation on the man’s whole name.
Albert Wesker.
“You are impossible..” The man, William, trailed off as he turned and headed to the back entrance of the hall, leaving Chris with just Wesker. All of Chris’s attention was directed towards Wesker now.
Wesker stood before Chris, that smile or more like a smirk still plastered on his face as he gazed at him, those sunglasses covering his eyes again.
“Ah, Christopher, just in time. I’m glad you chose to join me. Now, I’m all yours for the rest of the night.”
Chris wasn’t sure if the promise of it was supposed to frighten him or excite him.
It did excite him though.
“Oh, but I didn’t get your answer to my question.” Wesker continued, expecting Chris to now answer when before they had been interrupted. Chris still didn't quite know how to answer the question so he chose another approach.
“Why are you asking?” Chris smirked back, trying to sound flirtatious with it, not like he was opposed to the idea of rough sex. He simply didn’t know what Wesker meant by it. How rough were they talking about, really.
“I simply need to know if you can take what I can give to you.” The emphasis on the take and give was obvious. It all still just excited Chris, more and more. He was up to the challenge.
“I can take everything you give to me. All of it.” Chris spoke with confidence, taking a step closer towards Wesker, their bodies now almost touching but not quite there yet.
Wesker seemed pleased by Chris's answer, his smirk looking more predatory.
“Good boy. Just what I wanted to hear.”