"Come on Chris!~"

"Admit it, you're mine!~" He said nibbling Chris' neck, his tongue lathering the brunnette musclar male's nape with salvia. Wesker then pushed Chris deeper into the secret facility's bed. Planting his enemy and mounting from above. Seeking confirmation of hid owner ship.

It was a sick, twisted 'love' story between two enemies. The brutal apocalypse bringing villain. And the heroine meant to save the world countlessly.

Chris would always belong to him, Albert Wesker. Right? Or is there a different option?~

Explaination:

Chris had finally found out where Wesker had been hiding and doing research secretly. But one thing led to another, and both men were now in bed once again after their big combat fight.