Author's note: Don't own any of the characters. If you aren't a fan of WeskerXChris don't read it. Please tell me what you think. Z.

"Stop! Please!" Chris Redfield yelled at his captain, Albert Wesker.

"What's wrong, Christopher? Do you not like me like this? I could have sworn that you did," Wesker replied in his cold tone of voice. The STARS captain had Chris pinned against the wall, rubbing his groin with a black leather gloved hand while his other hand held Chris's wrist together. Wesker tried to kiss Chris, but he bit his lower lip. "Bad Christopher! I thought would enjoy my generous offer…" Wesker said increasing the speed of his hand.

Chris sunk his teeth into his own to lip to avoid moaning. He hated what his captain was doing to him, but his body had other ideas. No one but his ex-girlfriend had ever touched him like this. Chris bit down harder into his lip and tasted blood as he held back the moan he desperately wanted to hold in.

Despite his best efforts, though, a small moan escaped his lips. Wesker had an evil smirk on his face as he continued stroking Chris. His 'victim' writhed under his hand, breathing hard. Wesker grinned and removed his hand from Chris's pants.

"Do you want me, Chris? Are you sure about that?" Wesker asked when Chris shook his head no. "Don't want any…release?" With a gentle stroke he broke Chris's last defense.

Chris cried aloud as he came in Wesker's hand, breathing even harder and leaning his head on Wesker's shoulder.

"What's wrong, Christopher? Did you enjoy that? Hmm? Do you want more?" Wesker said, his voice heavy with lust. "Tell me you want more, Christopher, say tell me. Say it out loud."

Chris refused to beg Wesker for anything. Wesker removed his belt and tried it around Chris's wrists. He dragged Chris over the chair behind his desk and unzipped his pants.

"If you bite me again," Wesker said pulling his gun out of his holster," I will shoot you." He grabbed a handful of Chris's hair and forced his head down….

"What's wrong? Am I too big for you? He shifted his hips just enough to force himself partway down the young man's throat. Chris choked, but Wesker continued. "You feel good, Christopher. You sure you've never done this before?" Chris tried to snarl but was unable. A few more thrusts and his own release came with a rush. Wesker forced Chris's mouth closed as he pulled out of his mouth. "I'll let you open your mouth…after you swallow."

Wesker's fluid was salty in his mouth. Chris knew Wesker would never remove his hand from under his chin unless he swallowed, so Chris swallowed his pride along with Wesker's semen. Wesker smirked with fierce pride over the power he held over Chris.

"Good boy." Chris groaned with pain in his eyes. " You're beautiful…I could almost fall for you."

This twisted game continued for weeks.

Even to the point where Chris almost enjoyed Wesker using him for sex.