Summary: When facing Wesker in the volcano, Chris makes a split decision, sending him onto a path he didn't think could exist.

On another note, I believe Wesker would call Chris "Christopher" just to annoy him more than anything, thus him using Christopher a lot. ANYWAY! Introducing:

Your "Love" is My Drug

Wesker/Chris Yaoi FanFic

EPIC WARNINGS: I write EXPLICIT stuff. Yaoi. MxM. Rape (by object and person). Violence. Angst. S&W M500 (Wesker's MAGNUM)

It wasn't just another day; it never was when /he/ was involved. It couldn't be helped, Chris knew he was falling before he hit the ground.

It had probably started when he first met him... It was a hazy memory, but his feelings were all the more clearer now then they were then.

Albert Wesker was always messing up Chris' feelings, always. And today was no different.

It was the last battle they would have, Chris decided as he and Sheva stared up at a half-naked, pissed Wesker. The lava caused sweat to pour off of him in waves, breath heavy as he watched the blonde grit his teeth in anger.

"This isn't the end, CHRIS!" With his inhuman strength, the tyrant struck the large tank full of Uroboros, Chris gasping before he instinctively went into action. Jumping up to the other man, the BSAA member tackled him to the ground, the tentacles of the Uroboros wrapping around both of them as they struggled on the ground.

Sheva was forced to watch helplessly as the two men, screaming and fighting with bloody hands, were consumed by the tentacles. Her gun hung useless at her side as she shook with both fear and rage, her brown eyes narrowing as Chris' scream pierced her eardrums. Wesker's growl of rage was the only indication of what was about to happen.

Chris was flung away and over the edge, onto the ledge below where the bubbling magma rushed past as the red-eyed tyrant stood up, his yell full of insane hatred as he jumped after the BSAA member.

"CHRIS!" Sheva tried to shoot the raging B.O.W., but he was moving too quickly, and her tears blurred her vision. She tried to aim again as Wesker, tentacles shooting from his right arm, pierced Chris through the chest. She knew it was too late, then.

The ground shook, knocking the woman from her feet and banging her head on the rumbling floor. The black-clad man grabbed his former subordinate with one hand, smirking widely as he went to take his former subordinate's life forever, but with the last of his life, Chris threw Wesker towards the lava.

It was not long after this that a helicopter whirled into view, Josh and Jill staring down worriedly at the strange scene. The African BSAA member was staring at the lava, seated with her gun next to her as she trembled.

Jill jumped from the helicopter, looking around frantically for her former partner before Sheva was grabbing her leg and pulling her down beside her.

"Th-they're gone! Wesker-he-he pierced Chris through the chest and then I fell and came to, to find that they were gone!" she shook, making the blond woman put an arm around her before a tear fell.

"Co-come on, we need to go before this place blows..." the two walked slowly back to the rope ladder as Josh spotted something from the corner of his eye. Before he could fully look at it, it was gone.

...

...

Everything hurt; the inside of his throat positively burned with a passion, his legs thrummed with pain as he tried to twitch them, and his chest felt like it was being clutched by the hand of God, or the Devil in this case. Blue eyes slowly opened, stuck together from the long time that they spent closed. He couldn't tell where he was, but that sometimes happened after an interesting battle such as the one he had.

That's when it hit him; he should be DEAD right now!

Chris bolted up into a sitting position, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he looked around the room with concealed surprise. This was a place he knew... this was the Monarch room where he fought Wesker the first time and found out about Jill. He was lying on a sarcophagus, most of his clothes burned away and burn marks and horrible scars all over his body. From the IV in his arm and the comfort he found permeating his body, Chris wondered who had saved him and why were they /here/?

"Wha-how?" was all he could say aloud, even though (as far as he could tell) no one else was around.

"Well, Chris, it seems we have come to a standstill..." his voice-his deeply accented, sexy as all hell voice. There would have been an end to that thought but Chris just noticed the state of Wesker's body.

Heart thudding as realization seemed to run through him in a large wave, the brunet turned his face so the tyrant couldn't see him, a tear running down one cheek.

"Just as emotional... Thought it would have at least effected that part of you somewhat... Although, your eyes betray you, yet again..." Wesker stepped forward, a patch over his uncovered heart, blood seeping through the innocent white. It pained Chris in a way he didn't think possible after everything that had happened, especially when he /hated/ Wesker for all he did.

"I hate you..." Chris mumbled aloud, as if to reassure himself that he could say it and mean it. The genuine laugh that erupted from the other man caused the sharpshooter to twist his head around, feeling like he almost broke his neck as he craned to see Wesker's face.

"That is the worst lie you've ever told me, Christopher..." A smile. A SMILE. That was what the younger man thought he was hallucinating as the blonde walked closer, black boots clicking against the ground with perfect rhythm of Chris' beating heart.

"Let me tell you a complete truth..." A scarred hand, though already healing, grasped his former subordinate's chin, red eyes radiating with power before he smirked widely. Chris could only watch as he leaned in closer, their breath mingling before Wesker finished his statement.

"You've been accepted..." The hand left, leaving the brunet feeling oddly dull and dying. But what Wesker said, or meant, didn't compute with what Chris was seeing. The man's naked back didn't feel like acceptance at all.

"Wha-what do you mean?"

Wesker turned, one pair of his signature sunglasses over his red eyes as he threw another pair at Chris. Quickly grabbing them, the BSAA member choked as he saw yellow-orange eyes staring demonically back at him.

"Uroboros has accepted you, Christopher... Be grateful that you get to continue to live in my new world..." the anger behind the words was not lost to Chris as he tried to calm his rapidly beating heart. Hyperventilating was not an option at this moment, the BSAA agent decided as he followed Wesker's strides out of the back room with sharper eyes. Ripping out the IV in his arm and stumbling to his feet, Chris watched as the man walked around the corner and out of sight. Feet suddenly moving him after the other man, he turned the corner only to run straight into Wesker's back.

A hand came up to grab his flailing body, steadying him before either could fall back from the impact. Chris let his right hand still the hand about to leave his charred body, which seemed to be healing steadily. Wesker's hand was intoxicating, and warm against his chest as he moved the hand to his cheek, unaware of what he was doing.

"Interesting..." that one word seemed to bring the younger male out of his daze, his mouth opening but before he could utter a sound, fingers delved past his lips. Sucking on them made something in Chris break, his eyes narrowing as his focus came down to only Wesker.

"Uhhnnn..." the brunet moaned lightly, causing the fingers to be removed from his dribbling mouth.

"Hmm, and so early on in the stages of mutation... Always surprising me, huh, Christopher?" Wesker smirked at the questioning look under the dazed eyes.

"I guess we'll just have some fun, then... Or maybe /I/ will have fun..." He laughed lowly, sending a shiver down Chris' spine. Pulling out his S&W M500, Wesker ran it down Chris' back as the man lightly struggled, his eyes wide as he stared at the dangerous weapon in the blonde's hands.

"Wh-what are you doing? Wh-what's wrong with me?" Chris managed to say over his irrational fear of the magnum. There was just something so sinister about the silver gun, glinting as Wesker shifted.

"Me? I'm just going to... /help/ you along... Your mutation is still unstable, so we're going to fix it...And I don't know what you mean..." He smiled, his intentions still unclear as he wrapped an arm around the brunet's waist. The tip of his gun brushed over Chris' butt cheeks, making him jump forward and more securely in Wesker's grasp.

"This..." the scientist pressed his S&W M500 purposefully under the man's torn and burnt pants, between his round cheeks, "...is for always muddling up my plans..." Without anymore warning, the magnum was shoved violently into Chris with precision, ripping his walls apart as his scream pierced the air. Wesker smirked as he relished in the pain that was etched over the brunet's features, licking away the tears that fell down reddened cheeks.

Chris wanted to struggle away, but couldn't, not with the arm held tightly around his waist, the utter exhaustion he still felt or the feelings that were trying to pour out of him. As the gun was removed and shoved right back in, the marksman clenched his hands, gripping Wesker's sides as he tensed, and furthering his pain. The thrusting became steadily harsher, harder and began to hit a spot inside him that made his knees buckle. Only Wesker was holding them up now as Chris slumped against the nearest wall, pain still fresh and apparent between his now bloody thighs. But pleasure was slowly taking its place as he whimpered lowly, his heart aching and his cock throbbing to life.

"Such a masochist, Chris..." Wesker whispered as he watched the man underneath him struggle for breath, the brunet arching against each thrust of the scientist's now red magnum.

"We-wesker-!" Chris moaned, crying out as the magnum was ground into that spot inside him, effectively making him cum all over the both of them. As the thicker liquid mixed with the red, Wesker savagely forced his silver gun out of Chris, who fell all the way to the floor without his former Captain's support. Head lolling against the cold wall, Chris could only barely look up at Wesker before the man had grabbed him and was carrying him away. As eye lids fell over an azure gaze, the blond walked out of the Monarch room with a small smirk on his face.

Place 1. Check.

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TBC...