Indiana Jones and the Desire Temple

M x m Indiana Jones Albert Wesker SFW romance

Description: A rewrite of the iconic scene, Wesker is shot by Donovan and Indiana Jones must save him. Will this be the beginning of the end or will they finally disclose their true hidden feelings for one another.

Tag: Indiana Jones, Gay, Romance, sweetheart, Wesker, Albert Wesker, SFW

Like everything, it started out with a bang.

Indiana Jones, rugged archaeologist extraordinaire, complete with his weathered face earned from adventures, leaned over the unnaturally still body of Albert Wesker. Indiana cradles the wounded friend as blood spurts from the gunshot wound.

Indiana's trembling hand smoothed over the wound, inspecting it, mostly out of denial than any recourse for medical treatment. They were in the middle of nowhere, in a tomb that hadn't seen the light of day for many, many generations. Albert was going to die, this was assured.

Donovan stood proudly over his handy work, a smoking gun in his hand, taking a particular joy in watching Indiana Jones, he who had caused him so much trouble, in so many ways.

"What do you think now of my proposal, Dr. Jones," Donovan said.

Indiana had no mind for Donovan at this moment. The only thing concerning Indiana Jones at that moment was his friend, his colleague, his partner who had been shot. There was always time, always time between them, but Indiana was broken by that lies end and the reality laying right at his head.

"Indiana..."

"Wesker, don't speak..."

"If not now, when?" Wesker lurching in the arms of Indiana, a fresh torrent of blood spilling from the wound like the Nile, bleeding into his loose white lightweight, long-sleeved shirt.

Indiana rimmed his signature fedora and slipped it off, giving it to Albert Wesker, "When I get back."

"Indiana, I... I... have always..."

"I know, Albert, I know." Indiana rumbled low, his coarse hand running through his side kick...his partners... brunette hair that gave way to dirty blonde hair. The touch was electric, filled with emotion, a link that far surpassed platonic love.

---

The plane ride to the states was different. The duo had never been much for small talk, they operated on a shared personality trait of stoic silence, only uttering what needed to be uttered. They'd operated like this since they had known each other. Albert Wesker was a gifted young student, graduating with his masters at a young age, and was the ideal companion for Indiana Jones. Indiana might have charm, wit, even intelligence, but Albert brought knowledge in all things Indiana didn't possess.

The silence between them was tense, tense not because of their no non-sense communication styles, but because the illusion of their friendship, partnership, was lifted and they couldn't deny it anymore.

"You are being unnaturally quiet since the... incident."

Jones lifted his fedora covering his face with but a finger. He wasn't sleeping though the reclined seat and hat over face might indicate otherwise, "Just tired, Wesker, just tired."

"You've been just tired since you saved my life,"

"Felt fitting. I got you shot to begin with."

Wesker remained silent, leaning over to look at Indiana deeply, probing.

The good doctor looked at Wesker and then away, unwilling to meet that withering gaze, "Its nothing."

"Is it? I almost died. You would have lost me, forever. And you haven't said a single word on the subject. It almost feels like you've been avoiding it. Avoiding me," Wesker's hand confidently toyed along Indy's chest, resting right above his well-worn leather jacket, slipping inside the blooming opening. The loose sandworn safari shirt all that separated Weskers hand from Indy's naked chest.

Indiana let out a sigh, forbidden and halted, brown eyes watching the meticulous and daring hand of his assistant. Bated breathe later, he spoke, "There was always time. I saw you dying..."

"And yet, here I am. It defies everything I have ever believed in. I am a scientist, Indy, and yet here I am. Alive and well. Nothing short of a miracle," A gentle finger peeled the shirt apart, revealing well honed pectoral muscles, a brief dash of chest hair raised up like a shallow carpet.

"I almost lost you," Indiana said exhaling.

"Always time until there isn't any left. Do you know what that means?"

Indiana was lost for words and his head went side to side, ever so subtly and lightly.

"We are just going to have to make what time we do have special, precious," Albert snaked his hand from the adventurers chest and instead seized Indiana's hand. For a scientist who hadn't seen a hard days work, his grip was tight but his hands were velvet soft in comparison to Indiana's callused and seasoned one.

"Right..." Indiana looked at the hand but didn't move from it.

Wesker tilted his body over, his actions causing Indiana to tense up, wide eyed, wondering, curious. The scientist was leaning over the doctor, his other hand took the fedora and tipped it down, covering Jone's eyes, "Get some rest. You will need it for tonight."

---

"Two rooms." Indiana said, leaning against the reception desk of the ornate hotel they were at. It was fancy, vast, and the only manner of patrons were those with deep pockets. And people having the bill footed by the university. Indiana might not have much in way of expendable wealth, but he had friends in high high places.

Albert moved in just then, brushing his body against the adventurer, but stealing the limelight, "One."

The receptionist looked at Indiana with a raised eye.

"O..one..."

---

Indiana leaned against the door, prompting it open with his shoulder. Albert was slightly behind him, until he wasn't. The moment the door was open, Albert guided Indy inside with his entire body, his other hand snatching the knob and pulling it shut.

"Wesker..." Indiana huffed as he was pretty much shoved into the room -- in the most romantic way possible. The way lovers did when they were so eager that they just stopped the pretenses. And pretenses were out the window the moment they were entirely and absolutely alone.

"Albert, Sweet heart. Albert. Its the one thing I remember clearly when I was shot. You never once have called me by my first name. Always so professional, always the professor, its one of the things I love and infuriates me about you," Albert spun Dr. Jones around. They were roughly the same height and yet Albert was a titan, easily a few feet taller, dominating and overwhelming Indiana Jone's field of vision. Casting a shadow of absoluteness.

There was always tension between them. It took Indiana quite a bit of time to realize what type of tension. It was romantic, the seasoned explorer realized, but at this very moment, he now realized that it was more than that, it was sexual, sensual tension.

Albert felt the same way. And was about to relieve that tension.

Jones was about to say something, anything, but his chin was seized by that smooth hand. Cupped. Thumb caressing that cheek upon which Wesker used for holding and securing the position, "Don't say another word, Sweet Heart. Not until I show you my appreciation."

They kissed then. It was soft and tender. Tender in the sense not feminine, but in its masculinity. Both Albert and Indiana were males. The apex of their gender. The tenderness was not of action but vibe, and the vibe was vulnerability.

The kissing persisted as Jone's was guided back toward the bed, one hesistant back step at a time. Albert could do this all day and the bed wasn't the objective, it was Indiana's submission, his acceptance that not only was this was happening and going to happen, but it was a foregone conclusion. That it was meant to be. It was always meant to be.

Indiana hardly noticed that he was at the foot of the bed, so intoxicating and taken in by the playful kissing against his lips. Their tongues gently joining together. But Albert had his way, he always had his way. And his tongue proved that point at he probed inside Indiana Jone's mouth, sampling the salty taste of his heaving breathless breath.

Albert pulled away, looked deep into Indiana's eyes, and shoved him backward. The bed caught him. Indiana lay splayed on the bed before Albert joined him. His hands washing against that well defined pectoral muscles, his abdomin, teasingly brushing the crotch.

Indiana remained disheveled on the bed, watching with paralyzed and rapt wanton forbidden desire as his khaki pants were undone, but not pulled off. Fingers threaded into the shirt. Albert pulled the fabric asunder, exposing the entirety of the chest. Albert dived in against the exposed flesh, peppering it with kisses as he undid the pants and awkwardly pulled them off.

"Albert..." He said desperately, "This feels..."

"Go on, you know how vain I am. Tell me, Indiana Jones, my dear heart of hearts. Don't stop on my account," His hand, soft and gentle, prized the cock outward and gripped it, threading it with eager experienced fingers, jerking it as he milked Indiana in more than one way.

"You are so hot... smart... attractive... I... I can't believe we are doing this..."

"I can. I've always wanted this. You know that. Now I am going to take it." Albert continued to jerk that cock that was pinned against his own crotch. Each stroke gently rubbing against his own hardening phallus.

Indiana could feel the pressure of that erection against his own. Indiana might be somewhat clothed, in a dilapidated manner, but Albert still looked pristine and unvarnished by the excessive passionate union.

"I have traveled the entire world, many times over, and have never met somebody like you before,"

"A man, you mean. Never met a man like me, someone who knows you so thoroughly, who knows exactly what you want, when you want," Albert said behind a wide and welcoming smile.

Indiana was flipped around by strong hands. Albert took this occasion to strip his lover bare completely. Pants, leather jacket, whip, utility explorers belt, threadstretched safari shirt all warmed the floor. They had their flesh to warm them now.

Albert planted a kiss on Indiana's ass, a light feather spank on one cheek, then the next, spreading the ass so that Albert could bury his face. His tongue lashed out, much the same technique he had done in Indy's mouth, but this time inside his ass.

"I want you so much. I have always wanted you. I was so afraid. I don't know why, I... Oh, Sweetheart," Indiana mimicked Alberts face and buried himself in the neatly stacked pillows, moaning.

"Your moans are the sexiest compliments I could ever hear," Albert continued to toy with Indiana, hand reaching downward for that cock, gripping and jerking it against the bed as he continued to eat that ass out.

Indiana was melting, a little whimper escaped his mouth.

Albert rolled the completely prone and absolute powerless scholar and professor onto his back.

Indiana blinked to see Albert in the same position he once was. His ass curved perfectly and inviting, displayed like a smorgasbord with delicate appetizers.

"Back in the cave, you said you knew. What did you know, Dear Heart?"

Indiana couldn't help himself, he blanketed Weskers body, slipping his tongue along the small of the scientists back, walking down to explore the lower region, licking each cheek, "That you loved me. That you have always loved me. That you wanted to be with me. You were never pushy, or insistent. You respected my hesitancy, giving me time to get used to the idea. All you had to do was kiss me and I would have been yours. I was always yours, since the day we met, since the day I saw your eyes."

They continued to do this for sometime before Wesker took the mantle of control again, this time jerking Indiana off with a tight fist, vulgar wet pumping stroked slowed perilously slow and soft, edging Indiana.

"Albert, I need to cum. Oh god, please... stop teasing me. I need to cum. I've wanted this for so long, I need it."

"Oh, do you now, I will take that into consideration." Albert said huskily.

"Please, please... Please. I want to cum for you..."

Wesker leaned over Indiana, kissing him deeply before pulling back. Their eyes were locked and his hand, this time, didn't relinquish or stop, instead, he brought Indiana a powerful and mind shattering orgasm.

---

They were curled up, together, hugging. Basking in the after math of their torrid love affair. Euphoria thick in their minds as it was seeped into the walls.

"I love you." Albert said, clutching Indiana's hands in his own, they were facing each other, laying on their sides.

"I love you too."

Indiana felt something slip onto his finger. He looked down, reluctantly pulling his hand away to see what was slipped on his finger.

"And I want you to marry me. Life is fleeting, we need to make the most of it, today, starting now."

"Whatever you say, Sweetheart."