Chris lay in his bed in the facility, letting Wesker curl around him like a cat.
Wesker, now that he was back, he looked so young. He looked just like he did back then, when everything had gone so wrong. Just like when he has been the captain of STARS, and Chris had been his faithful lieutenant.
Wesker looked the same; beautiful and whole, unscarred by the years between them.
Looking at him made Chris feel old, And haggard, monstrous even, like some disheveled beast.
He tried to find the words to tell Wesker how he was feeling, but words failed him, as they always seemed to.
This time, at least, his former captain seemed to understand.
He cupped Chris’ stubbly chin with his hand, and leaned in.
He kissed Chris on the scar across his eyebrow, and the one over his nose.
“Still as handsome as ever, Chris,” Wesker murmured to him. “I ought to be jealous.”
STARS Christmas party, 1997. Held at Barry’s house.
Nobody thinks that Wesker is going to show up, despite having been invited, and they get started without him.
Wesker does show up, though, late, and by that time Chris is already well and truly drunk. Despite this, he insists on getting the door.
“Captain Wesker!”
Upon seeing that Captain Wesker is there, he grins, and throws his arms around him, pulling him into a hug before he’s even out of the doorway.
Wesker is taken aback, but given that he’s shown up with a santa hat over his usual shades and a bag full of presents for the rest of STARS he can’t exactly complain.
Additional Tags:
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.
