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Albert Wesker and Chris Redfield's relationship began as something forbidden, and its nature was not only shrouded in mystery and uncertainty. Only the two of them had any idea of what was going on behind closed doors when the most unspeakable acts occurred when everyone was completely unaware of what was happening.
Albert Wesker was the leader of the most prominent group of public servants in Raccoon City, plus he had a reputation to maintain in the eyes of society who saw him as an icon due to his contributions in keeping HIS city in perfect condition.
And of course, Chris Redfield being one of the most qualified men on the STARS team, it was only natural that people would look at him favorably. After all, people love the stereotype of the masculine, provider man, and especially one with a particularly tragic past, becoming the adult for his family after being orphaned along with his sister at young age.
Chris and Albert were aware that they could lose everything if they made just one mistake.
A small, insignificant mistake that could go unnoticed.
But that was something that was even exciting in a way. It was a fantasy for the two of them to be part of the forbidden and to participate in something so intimate that they would take it to the grave, something they would keep until the last day of their lives, or perhaps an anecdote that they would tell a complete stranger just for the thrill of seeing their reaction.
"I walked a lot today, Chris."
Albert Wesker commented after arriving at his office and seeing that Chris was already waiting for him, leaning on the door with his arms crossed.
"Oh yeah? How much, Captain?"
Chris's eyes lit up and a red blush spread across his face, and a few beads of sweat could be seen on his forehead.
"That's right. Come on, come into my office. Let's do this quickly. I don't want Irons coming to bother us." Chris nodded, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. When Albert let Redfield into his office and then pulled down the blinds and locked the door, Wesker licked his lips. "On your knees."
However Chris refused and laughed in Albert's face.
"Do you really think I'll listen to you? Come on. We've done this so many times that-"
But naive Chris didn't count on Albert slapping him so hard that it would leave a mark on his right cheek.
"Are you defying me, Chris?" The captain of the STARS team grabbed Chris by the collar and began to apply pressure. "Am I detecting audacity on your part, Chris Redfield? On your knees, you piece of human trash."
Chris nodded and soon got on his knees. It didn't take long for Albert Wesker to take off his belt and soon he pulled down his pants to reveal his underwear; black boxers that gave off a rather strong aroma that by inertia, almost as if it were a natural movement, made Chris bring his face closer to start sniffing.
"Do you like the smell of a real man, Chris?" Albert grabbed the young Redfield by the hair in order to push him even further towards his stinking crotch so that Chris could capture the essence of his captain and let himself be carried away by that aroma that penetrated his nostrils with intensity. "Is this what you wanted? Enjoy your daily dose of testosterone, Chris."
On the other hand, Chris was fascinated to have his captain inside him, to have his scent navigate through his nostrils and enter his body and become one with him.
Chris pulled down Wesker's boxers and proceeded to inhale from the inside where most of the scent was concentrated. Chris could make out the distinct stench of dried semen and urine that had permeated through the fabric.
"You know what you have to do."
Wesker could only watch in delight as Chris sniffed the edges of his foreskin, the sound he made as he inhaled immediately causing his erection to shoot up, revealing his hard member in front of Redfield's face.
Chris smelled intensely the aroma that Wesker's penis gave off and after stretching the skin and slowly revealing the glans, that stench intensified as the smegma and the remains of pubic hair were revealed when the foreskin was stretched enough.
"You're smelling my dick like it's a fucking cigar... dammit."
Wesker exhaled placidly as he felt Chris's nose inhaling louder and louder, taking control of the situation and being the one who had the decision of which parts to smell.
Chris took some of the cheese from Wesker's cock with his fingers and brought it to his nose. The smell of his master, his essence, was likened to an aphrodisiac potent enough to make him dizzy.
There was a point where even Chris was surprised at how much Wesker was leaking, so much so that lines of pre-cum formed when Chris moved his face away and said lines started from Wesker's urethra to Redfield's cheeks.
Their session ended when Wesker thought it was appropriate, because Rita Phillips entered the office asking for him, oblivious of the fact that two men were doing all sort of things in the office next to her.
What a way to start the day.