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Lion's RE blog - Chris x Wesker, mainly a place to dump my own random\short fics lionofwrath on AO3

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Alright, my writing has been on and off the past little while, but I think I’m getting back into it and I need to start actually posting again lol. So I’m going to start with a few very self-indulgent drabbles here and then work on something longer for Ao3.

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And I’m back on the Chrisker hurt\comfort again, I guess lol

Chris stared at the prisoner huddled against the back wall of the cell. It was finally over, but he didn’t even find any satisfaction in it. Tied up in a straitjacket and pumped full of drugs, Wesker just looked small and defeated, and Chris wasn’t sure if he even hated the man anymore. ‘I know what Spencer did to you.’ Of all the things he could’ve said he didn’t know why he picked that one.

The murderous glare directed at him stayed as murderous as he’d expected. But only for a moment before Wesker’s shoulders slumped, his voice a low murmur. ‘That hardly matters now, does it?’ The question sounded like a plea.

‘Of course it does.’ Chris pressed his hands against the transparent barrier between them, as though sheer insistence was enough to force Wesker to listen to him. ‘You were his slave.’

‘I was not-’ His eyes flashed red in indignant rage that quickly faded to a quiet sigh of resignation. ‘He made me.’

‘He didn’t make you, Albert.’ Chris sighed just as heavily. ‘He broke you.’

Instead of arguing Wesker simply looked away, his silence more agreement than any words. ‘And you’re going to fix me, Chris?’ His tone wasn’t mocking, if anything he sounded frightened.

Before he thought too much about what he was doing, Chris unlocked the cell and went in to sit beside him.

Wesker didn’t move, just watched him warily.

‘I don’t know.’ He answered finally, studying Wesker’s face. Unconsciously, he reached out to brush Wesker’s hair off his cheek, the feel of the blond strands between his fingers bringing up bittersweet memories. ‘Would you let me?’

‘I don’t know.’ Wesker echoed his confusion. Hesitantly, he shifted towards Chris, resting his head on his shoulder as Chris’ hand slid through his hair.

It wasn’t a promise, but maybe it was hope.

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I know a few people have been interested in a fic where Wesker has some ‘solo fun’ and hey, I’ve finally written it! (nsfw, obviously :)

Albert sat very still, the ache between his legs growing worse the more desperately he tried to ignore it, frantically searching for the least sexy things he could think about.

The report on the drug-bust he was attempting to read wasn’t interesting enough to keep his mind occupied, he needed something more distracting. Irons maybe, that disgusting creep could wither anyone’s lust, and he pictured the man red-faced and yelling at some unlucky bastard. Probably Chris. He swore as his thoughts immediately veered to sex again, the angry pout on Chris’ face when he left Iron’s office, the possibility that he’d be looking for a way to relieve his frustrations…

Somehow everything led him back to Chris.

His hand slipped downwards of its own volition and he groaned softly as he cupped himself. He rubbed his thumb along the length of his cock through his pants, catching his lip between his teeth as his breathing sped up. Not at work, he chastised himself, but his body wasn’t obeying him at all anymore. The reports on his desk blurred as his eyes unfocussed, his legs spreading wider as he rutted eagerly against his hand.

It wasn’t enough though, his face heating in shame as he unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants open. He should have more self-control, it was barely noon and just last night they’d… he bit his lip until he tasted blood at the incredibly vivid recollection of Chris’ hands all over him, caressing him in increasingly intimate places.

The light brush of his cool fingers on his warm cock made his head fall back, his moan echoing in the small room, but he couldn’t stop touching himself. Pre-come slicked his palm as he started jerking his cock almost lazily, his hips bucking up into the pressure as he squeezed a little. He circled his fingers under the head of his cock, then down to fondle his balls.

Maybe he could rationalise that it was acceptable to masturbate at work if he made it quick. Or maybe not, but he was rapidly approaching the point where he no longer cared.

A shadowy figure passed by the closed window blinds, and he froze in sudden panic. In the silence his rough breathing was too loud in his ears, but he could still hear the faint murmur of noise from outside his office. His team was mere feet away from him, some of them, he absently hoped, diligently working on what they were supposed to be doing, and some of them diligently doing anything else instead. Chris was in the latter group, probably practicing basketball by tossing paper balls into the trash, the strong muscles of his arms bunching as he made the shots, or leaning across his desk to bother Jill, his pants hugging his ass as he bent over… ‘Fuck.’ Albert hissed, and gave up completely.

His imagination ran wild, picturing Chris’ pretty blue eyes gazing up at him from between his legs, his mouth warm and wet around Albert’s cock. He gripped himself tighter, slumping further in his chair as his muscles tensed, his daydream turning to Chris pinning him down and taking him roughly while he whimpered. His hand was unsteady as he got lost in the fantasy, bringing himself right to the edge and then stopping, his cock throbbing as he whined plaintively. This was where Chris would deny him release, keeping Albert a sobbing, incoherent mess until he either broke down completely and begged, or got so frustrated he took charge and rode Chris instead.

The small piece of his mind that retained some awareness reminded him that he didn’t have the luxury of time now, he needed to hurry and finish fast before…

Albert heard the door click open, giving him a split second to curse himself for not locking it and then the object of his obsession stepped into his office. ‘Chris!’ He almost yelped as he hastily sat up straight, his hand still around his cock but hidden by the desk between them. Not that he was hiding anything at all, he could tell by the immediate glee in Chris’ expression that he knew exactly what Albert had been doing.

‘Hard at work, captain?’ Chris asked with smarmy fake innocence.

The terrible joke made Albert groan, but humiliatingly the sound was more sexual than annoyed. His already flushed face got hotter, his pulse racing in anticipation as Chris walked around the desk and pulled his chair out, both of them glancing down at his cock.

‘Do you want a hand?’ The smug grin on Chris’ face widened.

‘Shut up, Chris.’ He growled faintly, less than impressed at Chris’ choice of timing to try out his shitty jokes.

Chris did as he was told, but only because he was laughing too much to speak.

Albert impatiently hooked his index finger into one of Chris’ belt loops, tugging him forwards to stand between his legs. Obligingly, Chris rested his hands on Albert’s shoulders and leaned over, giving his swollen lip a soothing lick before kissing him deeply. He trailed his hand down Albert’s chest until he reached his cock, sliding his fingers through Albert’s own so they were stroking him together. Albert arched up into him, clutching at Chris’ shirt while their joined hands pulled needy, pathetic whimpers from him. Chris kissed his open mouth, not even trying to muffle the noises, but Albert barely noticed. Pleasure surged through him, leaving him a shuddering, gasping wreck.

Chris gave him some time to catch his breath, kissing him lightly while he recovered before murmuring in his ear. ‘Your turn.’

Albert smirked, letting a doubtful tone creep into his words. ‘I suppose.’ He reached out to trace a teasing outline around the bulge in Chris’ pants, enjoying watching him squirm. ‘Since you turned out to be so helpful with my problem.’ Slowly, he pulled Chris’ zipper down, then dragged him closer to nuzzle the front of his boxers. Chris’ low throaty moan was the only answer Albert got and the only one he wanted.

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So, I’m just going to randomly start posting again I guess lol. Here’s a random drabble then.

Albert stretched carefully, even with his enhanced healing abilities he was still surprisingly sore after what Chris had done to him. He groaned quietly in satisfaction, turning his head enough to see Chris lying in the bed beside him, staring fixedly at the ceiling. With a kind of detached curiosity, he reached out to run his fingers across Chris’ bare chest, pulling only an annoyed grunt from the man. ‘I almost wish I’d made you hate me sooner.’

‘I wish I’d known how to shut you up sooner.’ Chris growled angrily.

The threat just made Albert laugh.

But Chris was apparently having one of his moody episodes because his tone softened. ‘And I don’t hate you, Al.’

Albert sighed, already anticipating what was coming, they had this conversation nearly every time they met up.

Chris’ hand clasped his, his eyes imploring as he gazed at Albert. ‘I love you. Even if you don’t love me back or even understand what that means. I love you anyway.’

The sentiment always made him sad, as though he’d failed Chris by being unable to return it. All he knew for sure was that he’d kill anyone who hurt Chris, or die to protect him, that he never wanted to be intimate with anyone else except him. But he didn’t think he was truly capable of love. Some of his inner turmoil must have slipped out onto his face because Chris frowned suddenly.

‘Al… you’re crying.’

‘What?’ He touched his own cheek to find it wet and he stared at the clear drops on his fingertips in utter confusion. ‘Why?’ His voice trembled as he asked for an answer that Chris couldn’t possibly have. The sadness and longing was overwhelming, his efforts to keep them under control only succeeding in making his sobbing worse.

‘Hey, it’s ok.’ Chris was hugging him now, and Albert clung to him in a combination of desperation and relief. ‘I’m wrong, aren’t I?’ He murmured into Albert’s ear as he stroked his back soothingly. ‘You do love me.’

Albert pressed his face into the crook of Chris’ neck to stifle a fresh wave of tears, the words breaking something inside him that had been cold and hard for so long. There was nothing he could say to Chris except the terrifying, wonderful truth. ‘Yes.’

[residentlion]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The feral!Wesker AU from August, finally posted!

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Ah, a bit late, and short, but I still managed to complete them all :)

31 - embrace

Albert combed his fingers through Chris’ messy dark hair in bemusement. It seemed to have happened so quickly that he became used to waking up in Chris’ strong embrace, that they were no longer enemies but lovers. Chris made a contented noise and snuggled closer to him, and Albert couldn’t help smiling as he kept ruffling Chris’ hair. His own feelings were unfamiliar, almost strange, to him, but he knew with utter certainty that he never wanted to be without Chris. Another small noise told him that Chris was gradually waking up, the arms around him only tightening as Chris became more aware. Albert didn’t mind, far from it, and as he continued to stroke Chris’ hair he wondered if this was the happiest he’d ever been.

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Comfort, and coping with past torture

30 - recovery

Albert sat on the porch swing of the small cottage, staring out at the grass and the trees beyond. All the colours seemed so much more vivid than he remembered, the bright greens of leaves swaying in a light breeze and the multi-hued wildflowers blooming as spring arrived.  The morning sun hadn’t quite risen far enough to hurt his sensitive eyes, but it bathed the whole scene in gentle light. It was so beautiful that he almost wanted to cry.

The dog sitting by his feet looked up at him to check that he was alright and Albert scratched behind one of her ears as she rested her head on his knee. As ridiculous as he’d found the idea of having a therapy animal at first, she’d proven to be better than he was at sensing when he was going to have a panic attack.

Last night he’d had a terrifying nightmare, and it had dealt a serious blow to his efforts at recovery. The memories had left him shivering and sweating, and he’d wet the bed again. He flushed in embarrassment. That condition, like being cold all the time, and trembling constantly, were psychological rather than physical problems as a result of what had been done to him. It didn’t make any of them easier to deal with, and Chris truly had the patience of a saint to put up with him.

The door creaked as it opened and he instinctively flinched despite knowing it was only Chris coming back.

‘Here you go.’

He looked up at Chris’ voice, accepting the coffee cup he was holding out. ‘Tha- Thank you.’ Speaking still felt strange to him, his tongue awkward against his teeth as he tried to form the words correctly. The mug was hot, and he wrapped his shaking hands around it to let some of the warmth seep into him.

Chris adjusted the blanket Albert was wearing to cover him a little more, then sat down next to him. After a moment, Chris put a careful arm around his shoulder and gratefully Albert leaned against him. He nuzzled Albert’s hair, and then gave him a soft kiss when Albert turned towards him. His gentle consideration helped more than Albert could ever explain to him, made him feel human again after all the pain.

Albert closed his eyes as the sun grew too intense for him, but he didn’t want to move, happy to simply breathe in the fresh air, the fragrant coffee, and Chris’ comforting scent.

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Emotional hurt\comfort

29 - numb

As Albert read through the file his rage and hurt dimmed until by the end he just felt numb. Project W. A madman’s dream for a terrible future that he had unwilling been a vital part of. He’d wondered why he’d gained superhuman abilities from a virus instead of being rendered into a mindless husk like so many others, and now he wished he hadn’t found out. He was a monster wearing a human mask.

Chris’ startled face barely registered in Albert’s mind as he took the folder from him, shrugging off the supportive hand Chris put on his arm.

‘Albert!’

The shock of having his name yelled directly in his face broke his numb silence. ‘I’m a thing.’

‘No, you’re not-’

‘I’m a virus-spawned monster just like the things we fight against.’ Albert blinked back the tears that were suddenly running down his cheeks.

‘You’re nothing like them.’ Chris grabbed his shoulders and stared into his eyes, his gaze confident. ‘Whatever Umbrella wanted you to be, you aren’t. You chose a different path. You’re a good man, Al.’ He kissed the tears off Albert’s face and pulled him into a rough hug.

If Chris still believed that then Albert could too, Chris had already saved him once from Umbrella’s manipulative schemes. Albert nodded and held onto Chris more tightly, knowing that he would always save him.

[residentlion]

Damn, I hate to miss another day, but I’m exhausted, sorry :( There’ll be two tomorrow again though, I’m not skipping any prompts.

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A bit of hurt\comfort.

28 - beaten

The sunlight outside the prison was so bright it made Chris’ eyes sting, and instinctively he cradled Albert closer so he could tuck his face into Chris’ chest. Albert was a heavy weight in his arms, but even though Chris was injured too he wouldn’t let anyone else hold him. He was a bloody beaten mess, the people who’d captured them eager to test the limits of his viral enhancements. Chris was too exhausted now to muster any anger, but he’d felt a grim satisfaction as he’d stepped over the corpses the BSAA strike team had left in the facility.

A garbled word that might have been his name made him look down as a mutilated hand clutched at his shirt.

‘It’s ok, Al. We’re safe now.’

Albert moaned faintly and Chris kissed his blood-stained hair, hoping that he was still aware enough to understand. They’d both be stuck in the hospital for weeks, but at least they’d be together, and Chris was already looking forwards to being able to go home. ‘We’re going to be ok.’ He murmured, relieved when Albert relaxed with a low sigh.

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Whoops, this one was really short anyways, and then I completely forgot to post it.

27 - ransom

‘Chris, I need to get up.’

Chris gave a muffled protest into his shoulder and held onto him tighter.

‘Are you really keeping me hostage in my own bed?’ Albert asked in amused disbelief, pushing at Chris to get him to move.

Blue eyes blinked at him as Chris raised his head, a grin starting to spread across his face. ‘Yeah, I am. You’re gonna have to pay the ransom if you want your freedom.’

‘And what would that be?’ He smirked back at Chris, well aware where this conversation was heading.

‘Hmm.’ A thumb stroked over Albert’s lips thoughtfully, and he gave the pad a flirtatious lick. Chris rolled on top of him to pin him to the bed, kissing him as Albert wrapped his legs around his waist.

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Fluffy hurt\comfort :)

26 - abandoned

When Albert woke up he was alone. The bed beside him was empty and cold, Chris obviously having left long ago. He put a hand on the sheets, balling it up into a fist as the hurt and the rage flooded into him. Chris had seemed so open and earnest, and Albert had actually been foolish enough to believe that he cared about him. But he was just like everyone else, all he’d wanted was a body to fuck, and maybe a conquest to brag about afterwards. Albert snarled, trying to hold onto the anger because it was easier to cope with then the pain of having something ripped away from him that he’d only now realised how badly he desired. It was almost working, the anger sustaining him as he showered and headed into the kitchen. He didn’t need anyone else, his feelings were useless distractions that he should already have learned to ignore.

The sound of his front door opening startled him, no one else had a key. Chris looked up from taking his boots off, a bag in one hand, a coffee tray in the other, and a grin on his face that faded as he saw Albert.

Albert stared at him in confusion, the cold fury he’d been building up dissipating at Chris’ unexpected return.

‘Al? What’s wrong?’

‘You left.’ His voice was faint, the words an admission of weakness that he hated himself for showing, but he couldn’t stop them from coming out. ‘I woke up and you were gone.’

Chris’ eyes widened in sudden understanding as he hesitantly moved forwards to put a hand on Albert’s arm. ‘I just went to get breakfast. You didn’t see my note?’

‘Note?’ Albert looked around in case it was nearby, unsure if Chris was lying to him.

‘Yeah. I’ll get it.’ Giving his arm a quick reassuring squeeze, Chris went into the bedroom, emerging a second later with a piece of paper. He held it out so Albert could read it. Gone to get breakfast. You can stay in bed. Love you. Chris.

Albert flushed in embarrassment at his over-reaction, but the utter relief that he hadn’t been abandoned made him dizzy. ‘I didn’t see it.’

Chris kissed him, then hugged him close. ‘Don’t worry, you’re not getting rid of me that easily.’

He closed his eyes with a sigh, letting Chris soothe the hurt and the fear away.

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I feel badly that these last few drabbles are so short, but I don’t want to miss a day. So, here’s even more fluff.

25 - humiliation

‘This is humiliating.’

‘Why? You look great.’ Chris squeezed his ass through the tight leather pants.

Albert narrowed his eyes at Chris. ‘Do that in public and you’ll lose your hand.’

‘Uh huh.’ Either he wasn’t listening, or more likely from the way he was grinning at Albert he just enjoyed living dangerously. He also kept patting Albert’s ass.

‘I thought you wanted to go to the party.’ Albert said pointedly, but since he didn’t particularly want to attend the RPD’s annual Halloween party, he didn’t mind Chris being distracted all that much. And he had to admit that the cowboy outfit Chris had chosen for himself was sexier than he’d expected it to be.

‘We’ll be fashionably late.’ Chris caressed his chest through the form-fitting shirt, toying with the zipper he’d pulled up only a moment ago.

‘Is this the reason you wanted me to wear this get-up?’ Albert raised an eyebrow at Chris’ eager excitement.

A faint blush coloured Chris’ cheeks. ‘I can’t help it. You’re really hot in black leather.’ His hands strayed lower and Albert let out a low moan.

They were more than a little late to the party.

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And more fluff!

24 - secret injury

Albert tried to surreptitiously stretch his leg out under his desk to ease the cramp. He bit back the groan by baring his teeth at Chris in a pained grimace.

Chris frowned, interrupting his report to ask. ‘Are you ok?’

‘I’m fine.’

‘That’s the fourth time you’ve given me that weird look.’ The frown on Chris’ face became full-fledged concern. ‘Al, what’s wrong? Are you injured?’ He stood up, bracing his hands against the desk to peer over it.

Albert pushed him back to his own side with an annoyed sigh. ‘It’s just a leg cramp. Continue your report.’

Chris leaned forwards again, his mouth set in a stubborn line. ‘Only if you let me massage your leg first.’

‘Chris, we’re at work and I’m giving you an order.’ Predictably his response didn’t deter Chris at all.

‘Well, since you can’t get up, I don’t see how you’re going to stop me.’ A wide grin spread across Chris’ face as he spun Albert’s chair around and kneeled at his feet.

Albert shifted a bit uncomfortably, the position was giving him other very inappropriate thoughts, but Chris grabbed his leg before Albert could protest further, kneading the sore muscle. It hurt, pulling a groan and a twitch from Albert that made Chris grin even more.

‘You should try to be quiet, people might get the wrong idea about what we’re doing in here.’

‘Chris.’ Albert growled, then moaned as Chris squeezed his leg too hard.

His hands crept upwards to Albert’s thigh. ‘Though since I’m down here already…’ Chris brought his fingers higher, brushing over the obvious bulge between Albert’s legs first and then starting to fiddle with his belt, his blue eyes full of excitement.

Moaning in pleasure instead of pain now, Albert wound his own fingers into Chris’ hair and let him do what he wanted.

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Some short fluff.

23 - bleeding out

‘Chris, I’m fine.’ Albert tried to sit up only to be pushed back down by a worried Chris.

He pulled Albert’s ripped shirt open, a move that at any other time Albert would’ve liked, but that just annoyed him now.

‘Chris.’

‘You’re bleeding out.’

There was a sizable pool surrounding him, he realised suddenly, understanding Chris’ panic. He caught Chris’ hands as he patted all over him frantically looking for a wound. ‘I’m fine.’ Albert wiped some of the blood off his side to show Chris the flawless healed skin. A small smirk touched his lips as Chris stroked his uninjured body as if he needed to feel it to confirm the truth. ‘Most of the blood isn’t even mine.’

Chris gave him a skeptical look, but he conceded the argument. ‘Then I guess we should get back to the fight.’ He still stopped to give Albert a long kiss first though.

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Hurt\comfort, implied drugging and past abuse

22 - hallucination

Albert paused, sensing something in the darkness of the abandoned laboratory. The faint scent of decay, the whisper of movement tracking them.

‘We’re being followed?’ Chris muttered, guessing the reason for his hesitation.

‘Yes.’ He hissed quietly, unable to pinpoint exactly where it was, but it was definitely close.

Nodding, Chris continued forwards, peering cautiously around the edge of an open doorway.

The prickling feeling of a predator watching him increased, making Albert scan the hallway again while Chris cleared the small room. The rotting smell got stronger, and Albert flexed his fingers in anticipation of a fight. He backed up to the door, turning his head to warn Chris… but it wasn’t Chris behind him. A monster loomed out of the shadows, all glowing eyes and dripping teeth. ‘Chris!’ Albert shouted, any chance of stealth gone now. His punch was poorly angled, glancing off the monster as it roared at him. ‘Chris!’ He yelled again, starting to panic as his lover didn’t respond.

The monster bellowed at him in rage, forcing him out of the room. It was only a monster, nothing he hadn’t faced before, and Chris was probably fine, at any moment he would shoot the thing in the back. There was no reason to be so terrified, but Albert was slipping into a full-blown panic attack. The monster reached out to him, its claws grabbing his shoulders and he broke.

Shoving the thing off him violently, Albert fled down the hallway. He ran into another room, slamming the door shut and fumbling with the lock. His breathing was so shallow he was dizzy, almost unable to think past the fear choking him. All he knew was that if that thing caught him it would hurt him.

Albert retreated from the finally locked door, staring at it in horror as a loud knock came from the other side. Then it shuddered under a heavy blow, the monster roaring as the door held. His groping hand found a chair, which promptly slid away on its wheels as he tried to grab it. He fell onto the floor with a wail, curling up against the desk nearby as the monster slammed into the door again. Memories flooded his mind, of being young and scared and helpless. It was useless to run or hide or fight. They always found him, always hurt him so much. Albert whimpered, closing his eyes and curling up as small as he could.

The door gave way, creaking open to let the monster in. Its footsteps came closer, stopping in front of him. He sobbed pathetically into his knees, any tiny hope he had of escaping the pain utterly lost. A low growl sounded right next to his ear, making him flinch.

But the arms that wrapped around him were perfectly human, the gentle embrace calming his overwhelming panic. ‘Al? It’s me, Chris.’

‘There was a monster…’ Albert protested, shaking his head even though he didn’t want to deny that Chris was really with him.

‘No, there wasn’t.’ Chris stroked his hair soothingly. ‘Al, look at me.’

Reluctantly, he did so, blinking in surprise as he struggled to understand what had happened.

‘See? It’s just me.’ He hugged Albert to reassure him.

Resting his head on his lover’s shoulder, Albert tried to think rationally. ‘I was… hallucinating?’

‘Yeah, I guess so.’

‘It didn’t affect you?’ Albert pulled away to give Chris a searching look.

‘No.’ Chris wiped the tears off his cheeks, putting his finger over Albert’s lips as he opened his mouth to ask another question. ‘Al, I know that this is a fascinating scientific mystery, but I think for now we should just get out of here.’

He didn’t argue, despite his curiosity he was still trembling from fear, and let Chris help him stand.

‘I’ve got you.’ Chris murmured, holding him close as his legs almost gave out from under him. ‘I’ve got you.’

Albert clung to him in grateful relief as they headed back to the entrance.

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Hurt\comfort, warning for drugging and attempted rape (this is that rare occasion where you can guess exactly what’s going to happen from the prompt)

21 - laced drink

The RPD party was in full swing, even some of the most uptight cops already drunk and making fools of themselves. Chris was only slightly tipsy since he was attempting to pace himself, though judging by the way Forest was eyeing him he was about to be challenged to a drinking contest. Grinning, Chris raised his glass in Forest’s direction, daring him to try.

Jill caught the eye contact between them. ‘Not again.’ She groaned and took another drink of her own.

Chris glanced around for Wesker, he’d been here earlier, and flirtatious enough that Chris was seriously considering refusing Forest’s contest in favour of going home with Wesker. His pale blond hair was easy to spot and Chris downed the rest of his glass in disappointment. Wesker had his arm around someone else’s shoulders, leaning in towards the man as the two of them got up and headed for the door. It wasn’t really any of Chris’ business, he and Wesker had had fun a few times, but they weren’t in a serious relationship, mostly because Chris had never found the right time to confess his feelings. So if Wesker wanted to have sex with someone else, Chris wasn’t in a position to object. He was still watching them though and as they got closer to the door to the rest of the station, Chris started to get a bad feeling about the situation.

The man turned to look around the room furtively and Chris recognised him as one of the recent applicants to STARS, one that Wesker had refused to accept. In fact he’d been extremely unimpressed with the man’s record as a cop and not shy about telling him so to his face. Wesker didn’t seem to be very steady on his feet either, he’d been drinking but not that much, the man was practically carrying him.

‘Shit.’ Chris hissed, cold dread filling him as his gut instinct told him something was wrong. He shoved his way past the partying cops, the hallway empty by the time he made it out. A door closed to his left and he ran that direction, throwing doors open frantically until he found them. They were in a locker room, a single glance all it took to make Chris see red.

Wesker was lying on his stomach on a bench, obviously barely conscious, his pants pulled down to his knees. The man standing over him was still undoing his belt as Chris punched him. He stumbled backwards, and Chris followed, ignoring the blows he took in return, hitting the man until the bastard was a bleeding heap on the floor.

Chris staggered upright, wiping blood off his face with an equally bloody hand as he turned back to Wesker. Wesker didn’t seem to be aware of the fight, but he protested weakly as Chris redressed him. ‘It’s ok, he’s not going to hurt you.’ His grey eyes didn’t seem to be focussing properly and Chris didn’t know if he could tell who he was. ‘Let’s get out of here.’

Chris paused at the entrance to the room where the party was still ongoing, managing to catch Jill’s eye and motion her over.

‘Chris, you’re bleeding.’ She threw a look at Wesker, raising an eyebrow. ‘Is he drunk?’

‘No, I think he’s been drugged.’ Chris hesitated but he needed her help. ‘There’s a man in the locker room I need you to arrest. I stopped him from assaulting Wesker.’

Jill’s eyes narrowed dangerously. ‘I’ll get the team, we’ll take care of it. You make sure Wesker’s ok.’

‘Thanks.’

Chris took Wesker back to his apartment to let him sleep off the drug, giving him the bed and staying on the couch.

The next morning he was making breakfast when Wesker appeared. ‘Hey.’ Chris tried to smile.

Wesker didn’t return it, fidgeting and rubbing his arms as if he was cold. ‘What happened? Last night?’

Straight to the point before they’d even had a chance to eat, Chris stifled a sigh. ‘Maybe you should sit down and tell me what you remember.’

He did, looking away when he met Chris’ eyes. ‘We were at the precinct party. I went to get another drink, and that cop was there, the one who wanted to join STARS.’ Wesker frowned as he thought back, shivering as if his body knew what had happened even if his mind didn’t. ‘He was trying to talk me into reconsidering, and he kept touching me… I started to feel dizzy, tired, I hadn’t had that much to drink, but he told me I had, that he’d help me go somewhere…’

‘I think he drugged you.’ Chris said it as gently as he could. ‘Al, he tried to rape you.’

Wesker’s shoulders hunched as he made a choked little sobbing noise, covering his mouth with his hand to muffle it.

Quickly, Chris continued. ‘He didn’t, I stopped him, I knew something was wrong so I followed you, he barely touched you… Al?’

‘I’m fine.’ Wesker took a few shuddering breaths that didn’t seem to help steady him. ‘I should go.’

‘Are you sure?’ Chris reached for him as Wesker got up too fast and almost tripped. He flinched away from Chris’ supportive hand with a faint whimper that made Chris snatch it back instantly and apologise. ‘Sorry, I… sorry.’

There was an eerie detachment in the grey eyes that flicked to his and away again, the tears still running down Wesker’s cheeks. Trembling, he hugged himself, but aside from that small defensive gesture he remained silent and unmoving.

The reaction terrified Chris, Wesker was obviously traumatised and Chris didn’t have a clue what to do. ‘You don’t have to leave.’ It seemed to be the right thing to say, a trace of hope in the grey eyes that lingered on Chris’ for a bit longer this time before dropping. ‘You don’t have to deal with this alone.’

To Chris’ complete surprise the words broke through to Wesker, and with another quiet sob he turned to put his head on Chris’ shoulder, his arms going around his waist. Chris held him, tentatively at first, then more tightly as Wesker relaxed against him. He kissed the blond hair near his lips. ‘You don’t have to be alone ever again.’