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7 minutes in heaven?
What an odd game to suggest at an annual meet up party the killers had.
Once a year all of them decided to take a little rest day off to ‘celebrate’ their time at the Fog, (mostly by drinking mindlessly and acting like shameless animals all evening.) The Entity allowed it and even stimulated it, as she supposed it was a bonding event for her little pets and having a celebratory time would make them work even harder in return, feeding her with more chaos.
Albert had been quietly sitting around the glaring campfire they had set up next to the Nemesis, the only killer he allowed himself to interact with, since he considered the others not even worthy of his presence. He stared into the flames, looking forwards to this thing being over at last and him getting a night's rest for once.
There was no way in hell he would be playing anything with these lowlife scumbags. He supposed the others would automatically assume that he had opted out from the beginning and go on about their days without bothering him but the Ghostface pulled out an empty bottle placing it right in front of Wesker, who coincidentally had appeared to be perfectly surrounded by overly tipsy and desperate for some kind of entertainment killers, who were all preparing for the game to start.
“ I’m not playing.” Wesker got up, trying to join the Nemesis into the new place he had managed to move to just before the game had started, avoiding it completely. How did this brainless chunk of muscle outsmart him? Before he could ask himself any more existential questions or get out of the spot completely, the Wraith interrupted him:
“Oh c’mon Mastermind, everyone is ready and if you leave there would be an odd number of us the game won’t work, plus would it really hurt you to have some fun from time to time? We have a special drink for the ones who play, Drac got it straight from the Entity herself, it’s a special bottle of pure liquor, you’ll regret having missed out on this, I’m telling you…”
After the Wraith finished with his whole speech Albert was left hesitant, the other killers all expressed their opinions on how much of a hindrance he would be right now if he ruined the gameplay and Wesker finally made up his mind to stay, these kind of things only happened once a year anyway and he could appreciate drinking some real brand alcohol after clogging up his body with the homemade shit they had to deal with every other day.
He looked at the people who were playing: The Wraith, who looked to be more focused on pouring the drinks for everyone than playing, clearly being here for the free alcohol, the Ghostface, Albert knew it was definitely his idea to start these whole shenanigans, a smirk being visible on him even behind his mask, the Huntress sitting next to Amanda, busy chatting about something, the vampire next to the Oni and in the exact opposite side of him Caleb Quinn — The Deathslinger… Wesker despised him entirely. Even more after the little ‘incident’ they had at one of their joined trials… He had to always be so smug about everything, annoying old man.
He tipped his cowboy hat to Albert when they made eye-contact. The smug grin, which Wesker hated the most, was making another appearance on his face. Drinks were poured and everyone was ready to start. The Ghostface spoke out:
“ Everybody knows the rules right? We spin the bottle twice and the two people who get chosen by the bottle must spend 7 minutes locked in that wardrobe over there. No way to quit before time runs out and no using any powers to damage the wardrobe. All clear?
So the game began without much fuss, everyone having their own private reasons for playing, alcohol and company for most. Before the first round they all took sips from their drinks. It was pretty strong if Albert had to admit, making him feel tipsy at once, he looked over to the other’s drinks to see that the Deathslinger had downed his in one go, maintaining his appearance as if he was stone cold sober, so the old horse needed a lot of tranquilizer to be put down, Wesker thought to himself, inwardly smiling a little, it seems the alcohol was affecting his mind already.
As they were ready to start, the Wraith spun the bottle, the Huntress and Amanda came up to be the ones to go in the closet. Time passed swiftly, as all of them added second shots to their firsts, enjoying the Entity’s generosity.
By the time the girls got back, Albert was wasted. He had stopped counting his drinks and certainly has had more than he could handle. He needed to be as drunk as possible before it was his turn anyway. Wesker couldn’t help stealing a stare or two in the Deathslinger’s direction, looking away right after in fear of being discovered looking, he hoped that the person he had to share those 7 minutes with would be someone reasonable and wouldn’t bother him much, anyone but the cowboy, Albert admitted to himself for the reasons he would much rather not say out loud, even to himself.
It was time to spin the bottle again and the first person of the duo was none other than Caleb Quinn himself. Great, now the only thing that needed to happen was the bottle to end up on someone else, anyone else than Albert.
Of course that didn’t happen as the bottle’s opening started right at Wesker as if blaming him for being there in the first place.
Caleb just chuckled out and adjusted his belt, slowly getting up, trying to balance himself in a drunken haze.
“That’s only if the Mastermind can walk in a straight line to begin with.’’
Was he keeping count of just how much Albert had been drinking? The group of killers all chuckled. There was nothing funny about this. Albert got up and followed the man, making sure that his steps were as even and straight as possible out of spite, shooting him deathly glares and cussing under his breath.
The wardrobe, or rather an excuse for it was in a really bad condition, now Wesker understood why the Ghostface had to warn them specifically about trying their best not to damage the wooden piece of furniture. It certainly looked like it had seen better days, shabby and small, with holes in the roof, making tiny streams of moonlight pass through, lighting up the place just enough to see the other person, great. He was happy that he wasn’t the first person who had to go into there at least, in that case the dust would be unbearable, adding to the overall magnificent experience Wesker was sure he would be having.
The Deathslinger opened the door confidently, stepping back as if to politely guide Wesker into the piece of furniture like a chauffeur in a limousine.
Wesker stepped in with an unsatisfied expression and sat in the corner, the furthest he could get from the other man. The alcohol was not helping, he could not see anything but Caleb sitting across him; the way his strong hands, showing signs of everyday hard work, rested on his knees, which were half-open, taking up all of the wardrobe’s width. Albert noticed at that moment just how big Caleb was in both height and build, he was taking up most of the space the old furniture offered, forcing Albert into a very cramped position.
His mind wandered off to some other place, which could only be happening because of the drunken state and nothing more.
It was just the fact that a man with these measurements wouldn’t be lacking in size somewhere else either… Wesker hated himself for just how much he wanted to see for some reason, he could feel his face heat up and slowly but surely his pants became tighter on him, this really couldn’t be happening right now, he wanted to get out right at the moment but in reality probably only 30 seconds had passed as both of them were still adjusting their limbs to sit more comfortably. Their legs touched, having no other place to go, Wesker wanted to jump right through that door and get away as far as possible but rules were rules and admitting defeat meant questions, questions from the other killers and mostly questions from himself.
His array of thoughts were suddenly interrupted by noticing the Deathslinger staring at him all half lidded as if he had discovered something deeply entertaining.
“Them red eyes glow in the dark too now? The only thing yer missin’ are some whiskers and you would’ve been a fine feline I’m tellin’ ya.”
Wesker avoided his gaze, frowning and looking completely to the side, he couldn’t comprehend anything the Deathslinger was saying properly, the liquor taking more of a toll on his body than the other man’s.
“Nah, dont’cha look away, yer pretty as hell Redeyes and I know you were staring at me all night don’tcha pretend.” Caleb slurred his words, grabbing at Wesker’s chin to make him look back at him. The drinks were clearly getting to him too.
“ Quit blabbering old man! Just stay quiet and let this stupidity be over.” Wesker was irrational, smacking Caleb’s hand away with ferocity. The chin grab and the praise didn’t make it any easier on the growing bulge in his pants, he squeezed his thighs shut, hoping to make it all go away but all the efforts just went to waste as the Deathslinger spread his legs apart with his hands
“Yea, yer body seems to disagree with you pup, are ya sure you want me quiet?”
He placed his fingers deeper into Wesker’s thighs, almost making contact with the erection before having his hand smacked away again.
“Don’t you dare, you waste of oxygen, you don’t want to spend your last day inside a wooden coffin with me, you have your whole reminder of time cut out for you for that.”
Wesker’s tone was full of fake confidence and Caleb knew it, one touch would be enough to have him rendered completely defenseless, it was just a matter of pride.
,,Y’know I think those fuckers put something in the drinks, everybody was barely keeping it in their pants, even the girls.”
Caleb stated casually, that surely would explain why Wesker was getting all worked up over practically nothing but then again why would the killer spike their drinks with some kind of a sexual performance enhancer? The silence was getting too long Wesker had to answer or it would seem even more awkward, he just blurted out the first thing he was able to think of, given the current state he was in:
,, Just because you need some pills to get it going for you doesn’t mean someone drugged everyone around here, you know?”
He had wanted to sound condescending but it was too late to realize how his words actually sounded. Wesker hoped Caleb would just miss the opportunity to jab at him, he would be left speechless ain’t no coming back from that but of course that didn’t happen, as the older man’s expression lit up just as he heard those words.
“Ya realize that if you put it that way, yer sayin’ that bulge you got in yer pants is a genuine one don’t ya Redeyes?”
Wesker couldn’t help burying his head in his hands frustrated at the whole situation, he could tell that Caleb was laughing about him making him even more irritated, he could kick this idiot out of here, drag him deep in the forest, pin him against a tree and- wait what? No that’s not what he had in mind initially, but the thoughts kept pouring in and his pants were leaking now great just what he fucking needed and Caleb wasn’t making it any easier sitting there looking all high and mighty, when would this end?!
“Listen, I know whatchu want pup, so why don’t we get outta here together, know a real nice place where we could go there, and leave these annoying cunts behind, they can drink and fuck all they want, how does that sound?”
“Just shut up for a sec.” Wesker has had it, his self-control had clearly gone out of the window or in this case of the cracks in the old wardrobe. He managed to take his head out of his hands and locked eyes with the Deathslinger, he looked back, the tips of his lips raised ever so slightly. It was a momentary contact and Wesker finally lunged forward, not needing much time to end up all over Caleb. Their lips crashed, fingers pinning each other’s heads in place. Albert hadn’t expected their kiss to be anything like this rough, but experienced and skilled at the same time. Their mouths melted into each other, tongues and teeth making contact. Wesker started to grind against the older man using what little space they had to create some sort of a friction. He was however pulled back when he repositioned his knee in between Caleb’s thighs:
“That’s enough, can’t have you spillin’ all over your pants just yet. I’m not planin’ on finishing with you in less than 7 minutes and I know you surely as hell don’t want anyone opening doors to us.’’
Yes that was right, Wesker supposed, he didn’t want anyone else seeing him in this state ever, so they just needed to pass whatever time remained and quickly move on to the place the Deathslinger had been talking about earlier.
“Fine, just let me breathe for a second.’’ Albert leaned back in the closet as far away as possible, breathing in and out rhythmically trying to make sense of what was happening to him right at the moment.
There couldn’t have been much time left as the Ghostface came up to open the door himself soon after they had settled back. It turns out they have had even more to drink as the killer was barely walking on his own, stumbling in zig-zags. As soon as the doors opened Albert jumped out finally being able to breath in fresh air and trying to clear his head, Caleb followed soon after, stretching his limbs and back after being cramped into such a small place for a while. The Ghostface couldn’t help chuckling in a drunken manner.
“it’s quite obvious that the closet is made of glass, isn’t it Wesker?’’ He laughed at his own joke, Wesker not even bothering to look in his direction.
“What is he blabbering about?” The Deathslinger was obviously confused, following Albert’s track back to the campfire to get final drinks.
Naturally Wesker didn’t answer back and instead downed another cup of liquor in one go, not sitting down and prompting Caleb to do the same.
After the Deathslinger had barely managed to finish his drink, he was being dragged by Wesker out of the area into the woods, the other killers all gave Caleb knowing looks to which Caleb just ignored, picking up his pace to get out of there as soon as possible.
Once they were deeper into the woods in complete solitude Caleb spoke out:
“You sure you don’t want it right here on yer knees?’’
As if the statement wasn’t enough he grabbed Albert’s chin and pulled him upwards to meet his gaze, the condescending look on his face making Wesker’s mind flood with rage. He smacked the hand away once more and this time followed with a punch to the jaw which was not available the first time due to the circumstances. The Deathslinger was caught by surprise, stumbling a couple of steps backward before making sense of what had happened.
“Who do you think you are talking to me like that?! This is going to be a one time thing and a one time thing only, you’re lucky I’m not bashing your head in the ground right now!’’
His words were short lived as Caleb drew out his Redeemer and shot at his leg before he could react, the claw of the harpoon dug deep into Wesker’s thigh flesh, drawing him closer to Caleb, who pushed him down on the ground, stepping his foot down on the hook stuck in Albert, not allowing him to heal the wound.
“I know exactly who I am, boy and I also know just how much of a whore you are. Either we get to that bed right now without you complainin’ much more or I’ll leave ya right here, do whatever you wanna but I’m not laying a finger on ya if you wanna play hard to get.’’
Wesker hissed out loud from pain, summoning Uroboros to drag Caleb off of him, pushing him down on the muddy ground. His mind was clouded.
“This is the only time I’ll let you do anything to me and you must not speak of it to anyone, do you understand?’’
The reminder of their walk was short as they both hurried to get to some sort of an enclosed structure give or take, anything acceptable before their self-control came to a rather unsatisfactory end.
At last the place about which Caleb had spoken about came up, it was a small cabin sort of looking building, with old newspapers hung instead of curtains for privacy and a door hanging to its hinges by a thread. Such luxury…
“Is this your idea of ‘nice’?” Wesker asked in a condescending tone, not waiting for an answer and stepping into the shag. The inside was much better than the outside, having an actual bed cramped into it with a sink and small separated section for a bathroom as well. The walls were not decorated (not that either of them cared for decorations right now) and the overall atmosphere was kept simple.
As soon as the door was shut behind their backs, making a loud creaking noise, they were back at where they had left off. Albert was pushed on the wall next to the door, their lips met yet again now more passionately. Wesker grabbed the older man by his face, holding him close while their bodies moved in sync with each other, grinding and swaying to the movement of their needs.
The Deathslinger started moving Wesker towards the bed, the churning sensation developing in his lower body, no longer being able to be ignored for much longer.
The blonde was planted down on the bed, Caleb getting on top of him right after, adding his own body weight to the already creaking bed and simultaneously killing out any attempt to gain dominance from Wesker’s side.
Albert quickly undid the buttons on Caleb’s shirt, not wasting any time with removing all of the clothing that might have gotten in their way.
The air was getting hotter and hotter in the small shed they were in, hushed pants and sighs filling the space between them. Caleb,once done with all of Wesker’s clothing, leaned down on him, placing his head in the crook of Albert’s neck. He placed a couple of lingering kisses and bites here and there. The Deathslinger initially wanted to place marks on the blonde’s neck but much to his disappointment the hickeys disappeared just as he placed them, the virus registering them as damage that needed to be healed up.
“No fun, you and your whole perfect human being thing.’’ Caleb complained out loud, seeing all of his efforts go to waste. Instead he placed both of his hands all over Wesker’s body, moving them further down and pressing hard around his lower half, gaining a quiet grunt from Albert.
“I’m not just a measly human, I’m a God” Wesker declared in a matter of fact tone, moving his own hand to palm Caleb’s erection, rubbing his thumb rhythmically, encouraging the older man to continue.
Caleb chuckled at that, placing each of Albert’s thighs around his waist.
“Y’know I’ve never done a God before, is the experience just as holy as it should be?’’ he lowered his fingers even further down now leaving them lingering around Albert’s entrance before promptly placing the tip of his index finger inside, slowly making space for more.
Wesker just shot him a glare, whatever insult he had made up, disappearing from the sensation in his lower body. Caleb started moving the finger going in and out, making space for another one. Wesker clawed at his shoulder with his fingernails, using enough force to leave visible marks on Caleb. He doubted the Entity would heal up those wounds for him, not like he wanted them gone in the first place. He had already added a second finger, twisting and making scissor motions inside, reveling in the lewd sounds of pleasure coming from Albert.
“Fuck, just hurry’’ He managed to get out before another finger was added. The blonde got more turned on from the fact of just how much prepping Caleb was doing, he couldn’t see much in the dead darkness lingering inside the cottage but it was obvious that the Deathslinger was packing a hefty amount of inches. He slid his free hand to stroke the older man’s length, sizing him up. Wesker’s heart skipped a beat at what he was met with, how in the hell was he going to take all that inside of him, he wondered but the curiosity was short lived as Caleb aligned himself and slowly pushed the tip inside, holding Wesker’s hand in place, which was firmly grabbing at his base, having somewhat of a control over the amount Wesker would be taking in at a time, assuring Caleb that everything would go without much unwelcome pain. However Albert didn’t seem to be slowing down in any matter, moaning softly as he pushed more and more of Caleb inside, his hips moving in a sign of eagerness.
If this was what he wanted, Caleb thought to himself, he gradually sped up the process, taking Albert’s wrists and pinning them over his head on the bed.
The sight below him was affecting him more than he would’ve liked to admit, Wesker’s eyes shined bright through the darkness, giving Caleb some sort of idea of how the scene might’ve looked like in the daytime. He was squirming, trying to gain back control over their speed.
“I get to decide how much you’re going to take pup, don’t get it twisted.” Caleb went fully in, stopping for a moment to breathe in and help Albert adjust to the feeling.
“ decide to hurry then, I’m not here to waste my time.”
Caleb breathed out loud, laughing at Albert’s attitude.
“Hmm… aren’t ya a demanding one redeyes, fine but no regrets later, understood?”
Wesker just nodded, wrapping his legs tighter around Calebs’s waist. He felt amazing as the Deathslinger, sticking to his words, sped up the pace, plowing in and out of him, groaning slightly at the pleasure.
“Fuck- yes like that.”
Judging from the state Albert was in and the desperation in his voice, it was clear that he wouldn’t be lasting much more. Caleb could feel Wesker squeezing his insides around him, his own cock twitching on his stomach, gradually adding precum to the puddle he had on his stomach. The Deathslinger loosely dragged his fist over it. Albert audibly gasped at the touch, buckling his hips into Caleb, trying to make the most of the sensation.
“Don’t stop-“
Caleb couldn’t, even if he wanted to, his own orgasm approaching, they had messed around the camp too much, not being able to last any longer. For some time hard and rough rhythmic voices could be heard echoing through the room, along with moans and a couple of chants like — yes, fuck and such. After their waves of pleasure subsided Caleb pulled out and crashed next to Wesker on the bed.
“What were we thinking? This can never repeat and no one can find out.” Albert placed his head in his palms, covering his face in embarrassment.
The sun had long set already, Wesker made his way to the Dead Dawg Saloon after being done with a particularly annoying trial. The Deathslinger was staring at him through the window even before he entered the place, with two whiskey glasses standing in front of him.
He couldn’t believe he was doing this again.