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Maybe Wesker should let the guy know he’s on his mind instead of just keeping all his thoughts to himself.
⠀ National boyfriend day.... Thinking about a certain someone. ⠀
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He pulls Leon flush and covers him in kisses as far as he can reach; between one kiss and another, there’s the mumble of, 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, as well somewhere. It’s rounded off with a proper kiss he steals from the younger’s lips.
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Chris’ gaze momentarily tears away to follow a dissipating cloud of smoke, a subtle twitch to the corners of his lips: he attempts to smother the threatening smile further by going for another drag, ...
Wesker's expression barely changes, but something in his gaze does. The faintest narrowing of his crimson eyes follows the implication, as though Chris has deliberately maneuvered the conversation into territory Wesker had insisted did not exist. "Christopher." +
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... chasing the one before entirely too fast. ‘If I wouldn’t be, I wouldn’t find reasons to keep coming back.’   It’s good enough, Wesker being able to admit he 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 him, because it’s still closer to love than indifference.
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Chris jerks his chin free, but instead of withdrawing, raises a hand to curl fingers around Wesker’s wrist and keep his hand high: he leans in and a kiss is ghosted right against Wesker’s palm, almost too gentle in comparison to the firm hold. Then, he withdraws for good ...
Wesker watched the other male closely, his eyes focusing on the cigarette as the man placed it back between his lips to inhale on. He stepped forward, reaching out unexpectedly to grip the man's chin, waiting until the man looked at him. He removed his shades, crimson eyes +
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... and returns the cigarette between his lips for a slow, deep drag. ‘I can see how it’s been going nowhere,’ he says. ‘And how it’s just physical for you.’ It’s the tiny little things that keep him around: some days they aren’t enough, other days almost too much, ...
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... all for the same reasons. He circles back: ‘Those five letters, starting with ‘c’ and ending with ‘s’. My name fits that too.’
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The question he’s met with comes with a sliver of irritation, harsh in contrast to the surge of heat the touch prompted. He probably should have seen it coming, and yet. ‘What do you want to hear,’ he asks, ...
It would be so easy... far too easy to fall back into his old manipulative habits. To push Chris in the right direction. To choose the right words. He knew what the younger male responded well to. He knew how much of himself to give. How much of a fabricated lie it had all been.
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... and now has no interest in trying again: all he wants is a chance even if the result would be the same. Still, Wesker already robbed them of the ease and now it’s for him to decide whether he wants to draw a confession out of Chris by any means necessary ...
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... or learn just how desperate he is to cover each and every possible trace of anyone else on the blond.
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‘Yeah?’ He takes the cigarette back. ‘—–in your own kind of way.’
"Do? What?" Raises a brow. "𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 you?"
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His gaze narrows. ‘But you do?’
"Sentimental phrases are insignificant." Takes the cigarette from the man to take a drag.
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Chris barely recovers from that rollercoaster of emotions: he lights a cigarette. ‘Other people just say ‘I love you’. You could try it sometime.’
"Perhaps. You are already in a cage, and you put yourself there. I hold the key." Redfield was his and he wasn't about to let the man free from the chains.
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‘For what - being an obstacle in your plans?’ … maybe it’s time for Wesker to be put into a cage.
Giving him a pointed look. "You know he deserves it."
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Chris questions all the life choices that lead him here: forming headache and all.  ‘No.’
"Whoever I want." He hadn't thought about it. Probably someone who pissed him off. "I'll put Kennedy inside, he's annoying."
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‘That doesn’t sound right.’ ‘—–who’s going into the cage?’
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Oh, 𝘰𝘩. The pistol can stay then - he worried Leon might just shovel the bacon in and then leave already. He ghosts a smooch against Leon’s crown and then steals a piece of it.
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He frowns. ‘—–cages?’
Crosses his arms. "I'm not giving you any more."
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