The next thing he recognized through the haze of pain were hands gently probing the wound. He hissed out softly through his teeth, eyes snapping open to see Wesker.

Akumu rolled his eyes, a tendril lashing out and easing the window open, another tendril lashing out and gripping the windowsill as he pulled himself to the building and up into the window, before climbing up onto the ceiling and looking around the home.

Blood drips from the tendrils, leaving a trail wherever they touch.

-- @lab-born-monster

Chris was sitting on his couch, a cigarette perched between his lips. He was oiling an old beretta, taking it apart piece by piece and cleaning each one. He barely needed to think to accomplish this task, so his mind wandered to Wesker.

He had been so angry with Chris for doubting him, but what did he expect? This whole arrangement was new to them both. There were still going to be doubts on both their sides. He wouldn't have blamed Wesker for not fully trusting him yet either... Then again, Chris hadn't been the one trying to kill most of the population with a parasite... He sighed, taking a long drag on his cigarette.

Suddenly, he heard something out of place, something dripping. Looking around, he spotted crimson droplets on the floor. Was it... blood? Immediately, his eyes shot up, catching sight of the stranger clinging to his ceiling. In a second, he was on hit feet, pistol aimed at him.

"Akumu Wesker. You may know my gene provider." He says, crossing his arms. His black tendrils drag along the floor as the slip back inside the pale boy's back.

"Dripping blood all over a clean floor and alerting your target seems pretty inefficient to me," he countered irritably. Man, the one time he actually tidied up... He gaze darted to the trail of red before going back to the young man.

As he hears Chris use the most basic response for 'i love him but stuff is going on and I don't wanna tell you' (at least in Akumu's mind that was what Chris meant) he huffs slightly before looking around the room in boredom. "Either you are dating and on the way to technically become my step-father, or you are dating and realizing my father struggles with.. connections to say the least." He pauses. "Or you just wish you were dating."

"Look. We just got together." He paused, heart clenching painfully. He... missed his Wesker more than he was comfortable disclosing. "I don't know if it'll work out or not at this point. We haven't spoken since your daughter broke in..."

Akumu rolled his eyes, a tendril lashing out and easing the window open, another tendril lashing out and gripping the windowsill as he pulled himself to the building and up into the window, before climbing up onto the ceiling and looking around the home.

Blood drips from the tendrils, leaving a trail wherever they touch.

-- @lab-born-monster

Chris was sitting on his couch, a cigarette perched between his lips. He was oiling an old beretta, taking it apart piece by piece and cleaning each one. He barely needed to think to accomplish this task, so his mind wandered to Wesker.

He had been so angry with Chris for doubting him, but what did he expect? This whole arrangement was new to them both. There were still going to be doubts on both their sides. He wouldn't have blamed Wesker for not fully trusting him yet either... Then again, Chris hadn't been the one trying to kill most of the population with a parasite... He sighed, taking a long drag on his cigarette.

Suddenly, he heard something out of place, something dripping. Looking around, he spotted crimson droplets on the floor. Was it... blood? Immediately, his eyes shot up, catching sight of the stranger clinging to his ceiling. In a second, he was on hit feet, pistol aimed at him.

"Akumu Wesker. You may know my gene provider." He says, crossing his arms. His black tendrils drag along the floor as the slip back inside the pale boy's back.

"Dripping blood all over a clean floor and alerting your target seems pretty inefficient to me," he countered irritably. Man, the one time he actually tidied up... He gaze darted to the trail of red before going back to the young man.

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆   𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞  𝐨𝐟  𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send  ‘reverse’ for the sender and  receiver to  swap.  adjust wording as needed!

[  fever  ]  sender  presses  the  back  of  their  hand  to  receiver’s  forehead,  brows  knitting  with  quiet  concern

[  medicine  ]  sender  sets  alarms  on  their  phone  just  to  make  sure  receiver  doesn’t  miss  a  dose

[  blanket  ]  sender  layers  blankets  over  receiver,  adjusting  them  until  they’re  just  right

[  soup  ]  sender  blows  gently  on  a  spoonful  of  soup  before  offering  it  to  receiver

[  water  ]  sender  holds  the  glass  steady,  murmuring  encouragement  until  receiver  takes  a  sip

[  hair  brush  ]  sender  carefully  brushes  receiver’s  hair  back,  slow  and  soothing

[  ice  pack  ]  sender  wraps  an  ice  pack  in  a  towel  and  presses  it  gently  where  it  hurts

[  temperature  ]  sender  wakes  up  in  the  middle  of  the  night  just  to  check  if  receiver’s  still  warm

[  pill  ]  sender  places  medicine  in  receiver’s  palm  and  waits  until  they  swallow  it

[  quiet  room  ]  sender  dims  the  lights  and  turns  everything  down  low  so  receiver  can  rest

[  slow  ]  sender  stays  at  receiver’s  pace,  arm  ready  in  case  they  stumble

[  bandage  ]  sender  changes  the  bandages  carefully,  apologizing  even  when  it  doesn’t  hurt

[  lap  ]  sender  lets  receiver  rest  their  head  in  their  lap  while  they  stroke  their  hair

[  night  watch  ]  sender  refuses  to  sleep  deeply,  listening  for  every  shift  or  breath

[  warm  cloth  ]  sender  presses  a  cool  cloth  to  receiver’s  neck  or  wrist

[  cough  ]  sender  rubs  slow  circles  between  receiver’s  shoulders  through  every  coughing  fit

[  carried  ]  sender  helps  receiver  move,  taking  more  weight  than  they  should  without  complaint

[  pain  ]  sender  distracts  receiver  with  quiet  stories  or  memories  until  the  pain  dulls

[  soft  voice  ]  sender  speaks  more  gently  than  usual,  like  anything  louder  might  hurt

[  held  ]  sender  sits  behind  receiver,  arms  around  them  so  they  don’t  have  to  hold  themselves  up

[  protective  ]  sender  stays  curled  close  even  after  receiver  falls  asleep

[  food   ]  sender  convinces  receiver  to  eat  “just  a  little  more”  with  a  smile

[  stay  still  ]  sender  gently  stops  receiver  from  pushing  themselves  too  hard

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝  hey.  i’ve  got  you.  ❞

❝  don’t  rush.  we’re  not  going  anywhere.  ❞

❝  let  me  do  it  for  you,  okay?  ❞

❝  i  know  it  hurts.  i’m  right  here.  ❞

❝  you’re  allowed  to  rest.  i  promise.  ❞

❝  just  focus  on  breathing.  i’ll  handle  the  rest.  ❞

❝  you  don’t  have  to  be  strong  right  now.  ❞

❝  tell  me  where  it  hurts.  i’ll  be  careful.  ❞

❝  i’m  not  leaving  until  you  feel  better.  ❞

❝  i’ll  stay  up  with  you  if  i  need  to.  ❞

❝  it’s  okay  to  lean  on  me.  ❞

❝  shh…  you’re  safe.  ❞

❝  i’ve  got  time.  all  of  it’s  yours.  ❞

❝  you  don’t  have  to  say  thank  you.  ❞

❝  let  me  take  care  of  you.  ❞ 

❝  you’re  doing  really  well.  ❞

❝  i’m  right  here.  breathe  with  me.  ❞

❝  don’t  apologize.  this  is  what  i’m  here  for.  ❞

❝  rest.  i’ll  wake  you  if  you  need  anything.  ❞

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆   𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞  𝐨𝐟  𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send  ‘reverse’ for the sender and  receiver to  swap.  adjust wording as needed!

[  fever  ]  sender  presses  the  back  of  their  hand  to  receiver’s  forehead,  brows  knitting  with  quiet  concern

[  medicine  ]  sender  sets  alarms  on  their  phone  just  to  make  sure  receiver  doesn’t  miss  a  dose

[  blanket  ]  sender  layers  blankets  over  receiver,  adjusting  them  until  they’re  just  right

[  soup  ]  sender  blows  gently  on  a  spoonful  of  soup  before  offering  it  to  receiver

[  water  ]  sender  holds  the  glass  steady,  murmuring  encouragement  until  receiver  takes  a  sip

[  hair  brush  ]  sender  carefully  brushes  receiver’s  hair  back,  slow  and  soothing

[  ice  pack  ]  sender  wraps  an  ice  pack  in  a  towel  and  presses  it  gently  where  it  hurts

[  temperature  ]  sender  wakes  up  in  the  middle  of  the  night  just  to  check  if  receiver’s  still  warm

[  pill  ]  sender  places  medicine  in  receiver’s  palm  and  waits  until  they  swallow  it

[  quiet  room  ]  sender  dims  the  lights  and  turns  everything  down  low  so  receiver  can  rest

[  slow  ]  sender  stays  at  receiver’s  pace,  arm  ready  in  case  they  stumble

[  bandage  ]  sender  changes  the  bandages  carefully,  apologizing  even  when  it  doesn’t  hurt

[  lap  ]  sender  lets  receiver  rest  their  head  in  their  lap  while  they  stroke  their  hair

[  night  watch  ]  sender  refuses  to  sleep  deeply,  listening  for  every  shift  or  breath

[  warm  cloth  ]  sender  presses  a  cool  cloth  to  receiver’s  neck  or  wrist

[  cough  ]  sender  rubs  slow  circles  between  receiver’s  shoulders  through  every  coughing  fit

[  carried  ]  sender  helps  receiver  move,  taking  more  weight  than  they  should  without  complaint

[  pain  ]  sender  distracts  receiver  with  quiet  stories  or  memories  until  the  pain  dulls

[  soft  voice  ]  sender  speaks  more  gently  than  usual,  like  anything  louder  might  hurt

[  held  ]  sender  sits  behind  receiver,  arms  around  them  so  they  don’t  have  to  hold  themselves  up

[  protective  ]  sender  stays  curled  close  even  after  receiver  falls  asleep

[  food   ]  sender  convinces  receiver  to  eat  “just  a  little  more”  with  a  smile

[  stay  still  ]  sender  gently  stops  receiver  from  pushing  themselves  too  hard

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝  hey.  i’ve  got  you.  ❞

❝  don’t  rush.  we’re  not  going  anywhere.  ❞

❝  let  me  do  it  for  you,  okay?  ❞

❝  i  know  it  hurts.  i’m  right  here.  ❞

❝  you’re  allowed  to  rest.  i  promise.  ❞

❝  just  focus  on  breathing.  i’ll  handle  the  rest.  ❞

❝  you  don’t  have  to  be  strong  right  now.  ❞

❝  tell  me  where  it  hurts.  i’ll  be  careful.  ❞

❝  i’m  not  leaving  until  you  feel  better.  ❞

❝  i’ll  stay  up  with  you  if  i  need  to.  ❞

❝  it’s  okay  to  lean  on  me.  ❞

❝  shh…  you’re  safe.  ❞

❝  i’ve  got  time.  all  of  it’s  yours.  ❞

❝  you  don’t  have  to  say  thank  you.  ❞

❝  let  me  take  care  of  you.  ❞ 

❝  you’re  doing  really  well.  ❞

❝  i’m  right  here.  breathe  with  me.  ❞

❝  don’t  apologize.  this  is  what  i’m  here  for.  ❞

❝  rest.  i’ll  wake  you  if  you  need  anything.  ❞

The man has no shirt on, and he’s in the middle of doing pushups. His muscles bulge as sweat drips off his body — the noises he’s making aren’t helping Wesker out either.

He doesn’t know what to do. Part of him wants to simply pick Chris up and take him up to the master bedroom, but another part of him thinks he should just leave and pretend he saw nothing.

Before he can decide what to do Chris stops and looks up, smiling at Wesker.

Fuck.

@official-wesker

"Like what you see, Wesker?" He pauses mid pushup to grin up at him. Showing off, he puts an arm behind his back, finishing the set one handed.

"You can join me if you want," he says, hopping up. Sweat drips down his cheek and he quickly wipes it away with the back of his hand.

“Fuck baby. You want that? Want daddy to breed you, to stuff you full of his cum?” He growls into Chris’s ear, beginning to speed up his thrusts and his strokes on the man’s cock.

"Y-yes, daddy. Yes, sir! Pump me full of your cum. Give me that load!" Chris whines pathetically, in a way only Wesker can draw out of him. If anyone else knew he could be this submissive, he'd ruin his whole reputation.

When Wesker stutters against him, he reaches back, gripping the older man's hip to keep him flush against him through the pulse of his orgasm.

The man has no shirt on, and he’s in the middle of doing pushups. His muscles bulge as sweat drips off his body — the noises he’s making aren’t helping Wesker out either.

He doesn’t know what to do. Part of him wants to simply pick Chris up and take him up to the master bedroom, but another part of him thinks he should just leave and pretend he saw nothing.

Before he can decide what to do Chris stops and looks up, smiling at Wesker.

Fuck.

@official-wesker

"Like what you see, Wesker?" He pauses mid pushup to grin up at him. Showing off, he puts an arm behind his back, finishing the set one handed.

"You can join me if you want," he says, hopping up. Sweat drips down his cheek and he quickly wipes it away with the back of his hand.

“Fuck baby. You want that? Want daddy to breed you, to stuff you full of his cum?” He growls into Chris’s ear, beginning to speed up his thrusts and his strokes on the man’s cock.

"Y-yes, daddy. Yes, sir! Pump me full of your cum. Give me that load!" Chris whines pathetically, in a way only Wesker can draw out of him. If anyone else knew he could be this submissive, he'd ruin his whole reputation.

The man has no shirt on, and he’s in the middle of doing pushups. His muscles bulge as sweat drips off his body — the noises he’s making aren’t helping Wesker out either.

He doesn’t know what to do. Part of him wants to simply pick Chris up and take him up to the master bedroom, but another part of him thinks he should just leave and pretend he saw nothing.

Before he can decide what to do Chris stops and looks up, smiling at Wesker.

Fuck.

@official-wesker

"Like what you see, Wesker?" He pauses mid pushup to grin up at him. Showing off, he puts an arm behind his back, finishing the set one handed.

"You can join me if you want," he says, hopping up. Sweat drips down his cheek and he quickly wipes it away with the back of his hand.