A fight – always the only way between them – almost as if they have nothing else but violence. A rarity – Chris overpowers Wesker snarling, their limbs branches, tangled together after a storm.
He unzips, hasty and one-handed, and Wesker bites his lower lip vicious, drawing scarlet blood. Chris hisses through clenched teeth, and all thought of preparation and carefulness flees from his lust and he pushes inside, and if he is harsher than is their wont he knows that Wesker will not complain, just bare his teeth, wild, and buck for more and faster until they reach completion.