Victor's Chrisker Week 2025

by cipherbillie

Summary:

It's that wonderful time of the year again folks! Happy pride and Happy Chrisker Week!

Chapter 1: Day 1:Hospital stay/Goodbye kiss

His memories were still patchy. Things had happened so quickly. One minute it's a harmless mission the next- God he didn't want to think about it. The image of his captain flashed before his eyes. Laughing at his own plan- his twisted plan. It had all been a ruse. All the fond moments, all of the stolen kisses… it had all been fake- or maybe that would've been easier to accept. That Someone who didn't truly love him betrayed him. But it was worse. Someone who did love him betrayed him.
Darkness began to blur Chris’ vision. The steady beeping of hospital machines lulling him to sleep.

Wesker had never meant to get attached. He'd never meant to fall head over heels for that stupid man- and yet there he was. An uncharacteristic warmth spread through his gut every time Chris smiled at him. on the bluntest of terms- it sucked. He hated it And yet he loved it so. It did hurt, betraying Chris. But it had to be done. Chris could have joined him but no. He had to be the kind, perfect man he naturally was.

The beeping of the hospital machines eased the anxiety beginning to boil in the pit of his stomach. He'd been concerned chris may have been dead. The steady heart monitor making that dissipate.
Walking into the stark white room brought back sour memories for Wesker, but he wasn't here for his own pity.
He was here to say goodbye.
Goodbye to his beloved Christopher, Goodbye to the team he'd grown to love. Goodbye to the job he'd strangely grown fond of…

Seeing Chris beat up like this made his heart sink. This wasn't damage done on a mission. This was damage done by him. It was different.
Gingerly he laid his hand on Chris' arm, feeling the warmth of living flesh beneath his fingertips. Chris was always so warm and lively…he truly was perfect wasn't he?
He stayed there for what felt like an eternity, watching Chris’ peaceful expression and the rise and fall of his chest. Soon he had to go.
He knew that, but he didn't want to- he wished things could go back to the way they were.
Slowly he rose from his seat taking one last look at the man in front of him.
He brushed a strand of Chris’ hair from his face before pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “May we never meet again Christopher…” he whispered then turning on his heel and walking out of the room.

Chapter 2: Day 2: Touchstarved/I'll always love you/Hallucination

They say your life flashes before your eyes when you die. Chris never really believed that- he'd had so many near death experiences he thought he would've seen it by now. But with him actually dying? It was true. A reminder of all of his fuck ups, all of the people he was going to leave behind. Claire, Jill, Leon, Ethan…
Once face stuck out in his memories.
Pale, Blue eyes, Blonde hair, sunglasses.
Wesker.
His slowing heart leaped at the thought.
Being reunited with him in death sounded nice. Despite everything the two had been through, he still loved him. He'd always love him.
The Visage of the man seemed to be standing beside him. Chris could barely move his arm to reach out. He could almost feel the soft overly manicured locks beneath his fingers. He ached to touch him again. It had been so long since he'd held someone. So long since he'd been held. Specifically by Wesker.
Maybe death wasn't so bad.
Maybe it was finally his time to go.
He'd done so much good in the world-
He deserved this. His happy ending.
The Visage of Wesker knelt next to him.
He was smiling. It had been so long since he'd seen Wesker smile. It was beautiful.
Chris’ eyes burned with unshed tears.
He could feel Wesker's hand on his cheek, tilting his head up. Suddenly his lips were captured in a passionate kiss. The kiss he'd missed so much. Chris relaxed into it. His body began to feel tingly. Was this it? Was this death? Death in the arms of someone he loved sounded nice.
The feeling of Wesker against him lulled him into a sense of comfort. Feeling your own heart slow was a strange sensation. Feeling your own life slip away. His vision began to go blurry. The last thing he saw was Wesker smiling down at him. “It's not your time, Christopher.”

The first thing Chris realized was he was alive. He didn't die. He didn't join the man he loved. Instead he's in the. BSAA infirmary. He should be happy that he's alive, and yet he's left with this emptiness. He'd always love Wesker. Apparently he'd love him until the day he died. And honestly? He couldn't wait to see him again.

Chapter 3: Day 3: Undercover/Taking the bullet

It had been Chris’ own bright idea to go undercover at Tricell for information. It had been him to volunteer to try to get close to Wesker….again. In his mind it was going to be revenge. Wesker betrayed him so long ago and now the tables had turned. Now it was Chris’ turn. What he hadn't expected was just how easy it was for him to fall into being Wesker's bodyguard. That warm feeling Chris had gotten as a rookie was once again filling his chest. Each time Wesker called his name, he was there. Not for the mission either. Because he wanted to be. He wanted to make his captain proud. He was even starting to see past all of the dubious experiments- all of the Viruses- all of the terrorism. Just for his captain. Just to see Wesker smile at him again. Was he losing it? Oh god he was going crazy…
Of course he'd been relaying information back to the BSAA. Not big things though, small snippets. He really had lost it.

 

They hadn't told Chris they planned to raid Tricell that day. He was clueless until the alarms began to go off. BSAA soldiers piled into the building, guns immediately pointed at anyone and anything they could.
Wesker gave him orders. Protect him. That was his job now. His top priority. But when he saw Jill on the team that was sent in? That priority crumbled. He knew what he was doing was wrong. What he was feeling was wrong. He didn't want Jill to see him like this- a shell of his former self. A guard dog at Wesker's every beck and call.

Chris immediately retreated, heading down the spiraling hallways right to Wesker's office. There was a safe room under the building, he had to get Wesker there. Now.
He threw the glass door open. Wesker leaned on his desk, head laying in his folded hands as if the building wasn't under attack.
“Dr Wesker, we need to get you in the safe room.” A scoff came from Wesker. “It took you seven minutes to get to my office. They could have already been in here and killed me.” His tone was disapproving.
“I bumped into some trouble. Sorry.” Chris sighed as he led Wesker down the sterile white halls. the two could hear gunshots ringing out every few moments. Chris tensed at each loud bang.

They stood right outside the door to the safe room and then- footsteps. Rushing forward. Looking up Chris was met with Jill, her expression hardened. “Chris what the hell?-” she began. “Jill, do calm down.” Wesker said, taking a step towards his former subordinate. Jill visibly flinched, raising her gun. “Quiet Wesker, I wasn't talking to you.” Her eyes narrowed. Chris was torn. Frozen. What was he supposed to do? He should help Jill, to help her take down Wesker and Tricell, but he couldn't bring himself to. He couldn't damn Wesker to the same betrayal.
Chris’ heart was racing as he tried to decide what to do about- his thoughts were interrupted by yelling between the two and then a loud bang. His body moved faster than his mind ever had. He'd suffered many gunshots over the years but never any to the chest. It was a sharp pain and yet it was dull. Like his body wasn't understanding exactly what was happening to it. His knees went weak and he hit the ground- or at least he should've. He was caught by Wesker instead.

 

Wesker was frozen for a moment. Chris stood in front of him, wounded and wobbling. The only thing that made him move was Chris crashing to the ground. He caught the man in his arms, pulling him to his chest. Slowly he lowered himself and Chris onto the ground. He could hear Jill beginning to cry. “Chris?- oh god-” her voice wavered. Her hands were trembling as she covered her mouth. Her gun clattered to the ground long forgotten. Chris’ gasping form stared up at Wesker, his eyes beginning to glaze over. He wanted to save him. To infect him- even if it didn't work at least he would've tried. But he couldn't bring himself to. Not to Chris. It was the one line Chris had held firmly on, Wesker had few morals but this? For some reason the idea made his stomach churn. Even if it meant losing Chris.
He clutched the man to his chest with trembling hands. Jill's sobbed apologies went in one ear and out the other. Especially after Chris had stopped breathing. “Get out.” he said simply. Jill let out a sound of confusion, beginning to retort, but Wesker wasn't going to allow that. “I SAID GET OUT.” He snapped, turning his gaze up to Jill. She could've sworn she saw a tear slip from beneath those dark sunglasses. Her gaze dropped to Chris’ corpse. She gave the slightest nod before turning and gesturing for the BSAA soldiers to follow. They tried to argue with her but she won in the end. Wesker wasn't quite listening. He was too focused on the lifeless body in his arms. His hand stroked Chris’ cheek, admiring his handsome face even in death.

Notes:

I had a lot of trouble with this one, but ultimately I like it! I hope yall enjoy :3

Chapter 4: Day 4: Vampire/Lycan [A polycule of doom halloween special]

Summary:

This chapter features an NSFW ending, where it begins will be marked with a "♡♡♡" beforehand. Enjoy!

Chris hadn't been to a Halloween party since his early 20s. The STARS team threw one once. Everyone got mad that Wesker didn't dress up. And Chris was going to make sure that didn't happen again. This year he had an upper hand, Rosemary. Not only were they having a Halloween party, they also had to take Rose trick or treating. And well, she'd be sad if Wesker didn't dress up too wouldn't she?

Ethan walked out holding Rose on his hip, the toddler squirmed to get down. He settled her on the ground and smiled. Rose wobbly stood and smiled up at Chris and Wesker. “Looky!” She happily said doing a twirl to show off her oddly egg shaped costume. Ethan looked like some kind of knight in a similar aesthetic fashion to the strange egg. Ethan was snickering like it was the funniest thing in the world. “Introducing Humpty Dumpty.” The room was silent for a moment as the joke marinated- before it finally hit one of them. Karl who had been un-enthusiastically listening began to laugh, probably because he was the one to give Rose a nickname given the incident of her early life. That's when he noticed a small snicker breaking through Wesker's tough exterior. Even he found the somewhat dark joke funny.
Rose looked between the two men in front of her, Chris for one was dressed up as a werewolf. Given his current- condition it was fitting. But Wesker? He was just himself. And on que, as Chris had taught her, she pouted.
“Why aren't you dressed up?” She asked, tugging in the bottom of Wesker's shirt.
“I don't dress up.” He said with a shrug.
“But it's halloweeennnnn!” and then she did it. The one thing Wesker couldn't say no to, her puppy dog eyes. Only two people's puppy eyes worked on him, Birkin and Rose.
“And what would you suggest I dress as hm?”
Rose seemed to think, looking him up and down. “Vampire!” She said, bouncing on her feet. Chris snickered. “I think that'd be perfect for him, Don't you Ethan?” Chris gave Ethan a look, silently telling him to agree. “Oh- uh yeah!’ he nodded, giving a smile. Wesker deflated. “Very well, I'll see what I can do.” He ruffled Rose's hair.

Once Wesker returned he was dressed in a neat suit, it looks like he'd pieced together multiple different suits to create something vampiric. Thanks to his infected state he already had piercing red eyes, and sharpened canines. So the lack of sunglasses really tied it together. Rose was ecstatic.
Trick or treating was uneventful, Wesker made sure to drive her to a wealthy Neighborhood to get as he put it “the good stuff because Rose is a God and only deserves the best.” Maybe they needed more therapy for him…

Once the trick or treating was coming to a close, they had to head home to finish preparations for the party and put Rose to bed. Which didn't take long. They'd set up most beforehand. And Rose was exhausted from the night's events.
The moment Wesker tried to strip himself of his ‘costume’ Chris stopped him.

Party goers began to pile in, the familiar faces of their friends and family filling the room. Leon came down in a prince costume, Luis at his side in a Cinderella costume. Ashley trailed behind, pouting. Dressed as a mouse. Barry came as a beer bottle. Jill came as a sandwich, a joke only the two seemed to get. Rebecca a sexy nurse- and so on.
By the time the party was really amped up, Wesker had collapsed onto a nearby couch, drink in hand. Chris made his way to sit next to him, looping his arm around him. “Tired?”
Wesker scoffed while taking a sip. “Yes. That child wore me out even before the party.” he made a small gesture with his glass. Rose had insisted on going to every house she could. By the end they were taking shifts carrying her to the houses.
“Maybe we should just…retire for the night and leave the party to its own devices?” Chris shot him a suggestive grin, leaning up to take a sip of the wine in Wesker's hand. It was a richly thick and heavily alcoholic variety. Undoubtedly brought by Alcina.
Wesker hummed, mulling over the option.
“Perhaps we should.” He pressed a kiss to Chris’ wine flavored lips.

♡♡♡

Once the kiss broke Chris began to drag Wesker upstairs. As they walked his fingers toyed with the buttons of Wesker's shirt.
The moment his bedroom door shut behind them, lips were against lips. He was still acclimating to his current state, so controlling the inhuman sounds slipping from his throat were out of the question.
Wesker's lips trailed down his jaw and neck, teeth nipping at the skin. Eliciting soft whimpers and gasps from Chris.
Costume pieces were discarded on the ground, along with clothes. Before Chris knew it, he was on the bed on his hands and knees. His body was on fire with a need that was only amplified with his lycanthropy.
Wesker's hips were slow as he pushed in. His claws dug into the mattress beneath him as a dog-like whimper worked its way out of his throat. Each thrust made his mind turn to a mush of feelings and instincts, boiling over the edge. Chris buried his face in the pillow beneath him, trying to muffle his deliciously feral sounds from the party goers. His sharp canines tore through the fabric like a knife through butter. He shivered as Wesker trailed his nails up Chris’ spine. He made slow languid thrusts. “Is the pup enjoying his treat?” He purred next to his ear, before thrusting particularly hard and deep. Chris released the pillow from his mouth to let out a strangled cry of pleasure, feathers fluttered to the ground from the damaged pillow.

Wesker's pace was brutal now, Chris’ body shook with each rock of his hips. He wormed his arm beneath his body which was firmly pressed against the mattress. His hand finally got to his leaking cock. Once Wesker saw the desperate stroking he chuckled. “Good boy.” His tone was one you'd use for a dog, it went straight to the knot forming in his stomach. His eyes fluttered shut, his climax was close. As was Wesker's if the sloppiness of his thrusts were any indicator.
Chris’ hand worked desperate, quick motions. He needed to finish- oh god he needed it so bad. With a particularly hard thrust the room went white for a moment. His hand moved with a mind of its own working him through his climax which was messily smeared across the bed sheets. “F-fuck-” Chris whimpered.
Wesker's thrusts persisted until finally warmth filled him. He went limp against the bed, panting softly, whines still coming from him. Wesker was groaning in pleasure, his crimson eyes looking down at Chris hungrily.
That certainly wasn't going to be their only round that night

Notes:

I'm still getting used to writing smut so I hope it's good ^^

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 4 of Resident Evil: Polycule of Doom