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Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Blow Jobs, Office Blow Jobs, Office Sex, Dom/sub Undertones, Humiliation, Praise Kink, dom Wesker, Sub Chris
Summary:
Captain Wesker told the young STARS officer to close the door when he came into his office This was the first time he’d ever done that, and Chris was sure he was going to be punished for something. It turned out instead that he’d just be humiliated. Wesker had noticed something about him.
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Just some one-off STARS era chris x wesker. You can consider it how they got together.
Chris loved the way Captain Wesker smelled. It was best when he was close to him, when Wesker had his arms around him, or better, when pinned between his thighs.But even the captain’s office smelled like him.
Chris wished he knew just what it was he smelled of. There was sweat, of course, a musky cologne, and a little bit of oiled leather and hair grease. But there was something beyond that, a peppery undertone that Chris couldn’t place that belonged to the captain alone. Chris couldn’t get enough of it. He wanted to bury his face in it.
We’ll do Chris x Wesker since that’s the fewest we’ve got so far.
…in relief.
Wesker calmly put another bullet into the irritating viral reject to finish it off, his mouth a hard line. This might have been the most infuriating day of his life, between the mansion’s absurd puzzles and the grim orders he was less than thrilled to carry out. Sacrifice the STARS team? HIS team? Umbrella asked for much–
“Captain Wesker, you’re alive!” The sound of Chris’ voice rang with sharp relief as he bounded around the corner, breaking Wesker’s train of thought.
“Chris, you’re alive–” Wesker began. Not that he thought his best man would have gone down easy. Still he coldly tried to shut down the part of him that was pleased.
“My words exactly!” Wesker didn’t have any time to react before the other man practically tackled him into a hug, kissing him breathlessly.
Wesker returned the kiss of course. Chris would only be suspicious if he didn’t. Relief, regret and irritation mingled in the embrace. For a moment, Wesker wondered if he should kill the man here. If it would be a kindness.
He couldn’t do it. He told himself he was a cruel man.
Chris loved it when Captain Wesker treated him like a dog. Loved it when he forced him down on all fours, and grabbed his hair, when Wesker called him a good boy, and when he put a collar on him.
He loved it when the captain made him lick his boots, or anything else he wanted in Chris’ mouth.
Even years later, after everything had fallen apart, and they stood on opposite sides, Chris hated how hard it was not to come running like a hound to heel when Wesker called his name.
