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Shattered Memories	By : FatalYaoi Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 5096 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.:Chapter 9:.

Tease

Chris had made his way back to Wesker only to end up in a very awkward position. The moment he entered the room, Wesker had began scolding him- rather, his shouting was getting lost in the clattering around the duo as Wesker threw items around the room so Chris couldn't understand the man anyways. At first, it was small things like notebooks but he soon grew to chairs and even flipping the once sturdy tables.

"Wesker, what the hell is your problem?" Chris shouted amongst all the rampaging anger from the blond.

Wesker stopped, his eyes hidden by skewed sunglasses and his hair slightly coming undone causing several short pieces to be hanging limply in his clenched face. Chris had barely taken a few steps into the room and Wesker was already inches in front of him, pure ferocity radiating off of him like heat. Chris looked at Wesker worriedly- what if something had gone wrong with the serum?

"You, Chris. You are my problem," Chris flinched at the hiss in Wesker's voice when his name escaped the man's lips. "You, being the foolish idiot you are, forgot to inject the second serum while I was unconscious. Do you have any idea what kind of harm that caused?"

"I-" Chris was stuttering as he tried remembering his actions from that morning and it was true- the only serum he had grabbed and injected was PG67A/W. "I was worried you were going to start mutating, Wesker! I wasn't exactly focused on your experimental serums!"

"That experimental serum was the only thing keeping PG67A/W from completely damaging the progenitor virus beyond repair! If I wasn't so damn desperate, I wouldn't have been experimenting on myself, Chris! Don't you think before you do anything?" Wesker took a deep breath before his heaved breathing slowly transformed into dark chuckling. "Right- I forgot. You over-think everything. Perhaps that's why you didn't inject the second serum. You knew it would harm me."

Chris looked at him, purely exasperated. "You've really lost it, Wesker. You actually think I was trying to hurt you this morning? Did you somehow forget my little show after? How could you possibly think I was trying to hurt you at all after that?"

Wesker was quiet for a long, long moment. It was almost scary to Chris- he'd never seen Wesker so angry that he was quiet. No growling, no seething- just stiff and silent.

"What did you return for, then?" Wesker hissed, turning on his heel and stalking back to the table that was left untouched, among few around the room.

Chris grew silent. Moments before, he'd walked into the room with confidence. His mind had mostly talked him into revealing everything and that was his plan- until this. Now, Wesker was on the verge of blaming Chris for something completely accidental (or was it? He'd get to that thought later) and now would definitely not be the time to bring anything up.

"I-I just wanted to say that I took your advice. You were right, that's all," Chris muttered through the silence, his voice faltering dangerously towards the latter part of the statement. It was like his confidence had drained and now, suddenly, Wesker's life was at risk because of him at a time where he wasn't actually trying to kill the man.

Well, technically, it was Wesker's viral life so putting that at risk would be good but if it harmed Wesker in the process then perhaps it wasn't the best and-

Chris's thoughts were really seeming to get out of control as he felt guilt starting to arise. His gaze fell on the hunched over Wesker and he felt himself frown. Wesker was leaning over the table, his shoulders high and his head hanging- he once again looked exhausted. Despite his anger, maybe now would be a good time to bring up his thoughts?

"So you've come to a conclusion, then?" Wesker asked, the anger drained from his voice.

Chris nodded with a lack of realization that Wesker couldn't see him.

"O-Oh, yeah. I have," Chris didn't speak beyond that but when neither did Wesker, he knew he had to make a choice and it was an easy one for him to make. "Wesker, have you gotten any sleep since this whole thing started? Besides the accidental naps and unconscious morning, I mean."

Wesker stood up and turned on his heel, the back of his hip leaning against the table behind him almost to the point of him sitting on it. The blond had removed his sunglasses, most likely when he was hunched over, and they were now hanging in his right hand.

"Don't change the subject, Christopher," he warned, his left hand pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Answer my question and I won't," Chris shot back, his confidence gaining, rather quickly, as their conversation darted back and forth across the room. Chris began towards Wesker slowly, his eyes examining the exhaust apparent in the face of the blond.

"I haven't. It simply isn't needed nor do I have time for such petty-" Wesker trailed off as Chris positioned himself several feet in front of him.

"You look tired, Wesker," Chris spoke, the gruffness in his voice soft but apparent- it was obvious that the statement was a worried observation; painfully obvious, in fact.

"Are you going to begin deeper into how I was right or are you going to continue to make observations of my wellbeing?" Wesker asked coolly, his left palm pressing against the table beneath him in support while he spoke.

Chris sighed heavily, his eyes gazing over Wesker once again before shaking his head. Without speaking, Chris turned to his left and began towards the door, his arms hanging limply at his sides. He felt as if the actions he was taking weren't his own. In fact, all Chris wanted to do was turn around and kiss Wesker- apologetically. It was nowhere in his intention to hurt Wesker when he was trying to save him. Everything he had done during those few moments were out of panic while the kiss was out of relief and possibly gratitude for Wesker not being dead.

Chris didn't know where he was walking to but he had a longing want to be stopped by Wesker before he left the room. However, the moment his foot stepped through the doorway and the automatic door closed behind him, immediate disappointment set in. Sighing again, he decided the best place was his room for now as, he assumed, it was rather late. Following his gut, he walked into his room and was shrouded in darkness once he closed his door. He felt his way to his bed, arms out in front of him with wide but useless eyes surveying the darkness, and was soon sinking into said bed.

Why didn't he say anything? Wesker's temper shouldn't have been the reason for him to just change subjects; especially since Wesker seemed calm after a few long moments and Chris would even go as far as saying they shared some sort of moment towards the end.

But still- Chris said nothing.

When Chris awoke the next morning, he didn't move from his position on his left side. The brunet stayed perfectly still, his eyes remained closed and his breath shallow. He wanted to reminisce about the night before- he wanted to remember exactly what had happened between the two and how he made Wesker mad while simultaneously was able to completely drain the anger from him within moments. He wanted to remember the weary expression that plagued Wesker's face and the look of mixed confusion and annoyance when he was told he needed a rest.

Once Chris was sure he remembered it all, and now wore a rather bright smile, he stretched. Not soundly or dramatically but he simply stretched out his legs from the tight curl they had been in moments before. He hesitantly opened his eyes, the light from the window dull enough to tell him it was early morning. He sat up and twisted his body around so that his back was now leaning on the headboard comfortably.

Chris inhaled a deep breath with intent of a yawn but choked when he saw a comfortable blond sleeping in the armchair beside the door. He was in a similar position to before- his jaw line sitting comfortable on his knuckle which was supported by his elbow resting on the armrest. Wesker's glasses were off, most likely sitting in the lab, and his left arm was sitting in his lap comfortably.

Chris pulled his knees up near his chest and rested both arms on them, gazing at Wesker with a lingered dreamy smile. The blond just looked so peaceful and relaxed- something Chris hadn't ever seen. Even in their S.T.A.R.S. days, Wesker was always so wound up and stressed. Chris just always assumed it came with the job of being Captain of their squad- little did he know it was from all the research and tyranny he was doing on the side. Now, Wesker was sitting halfway across the room unconscious but nonetheless calm.

Chris dully noted that the man looked younger in this state as he realized he would need to wake Wesker for his injections.

Sighing, Chris turned towards the edge of the bed and allowed his legs to slide down the side until his feet touched the floor. He stood and slowly made his way towards the sleeping blond. Waking Wesker was the last thing Chris wanted to do, especially in this situation, but it was crucial to both of them in more ways than one.

"Wesker," Chris muttered, kneeling down so that he was mostly level with the blond and leaning on the armrest that also held Wesker.

"What is it, Chris?" Wesker murmured back, not bothering to move or open his eyes.

"It should be about time for your serum injections," Chris said quietly.

Wesker let out a heavy sigh before sitting up and opening his eyes. The two stared at each other for a long moment before Wesker stood and strode past the brunet without a word. Chris frowned and slowly stood up right as Wesker left the room, leaving the door open behind him. When the sliding sound of the lab door opening reached Chris, he rounded the corner and exited his room, following the blond.

"Is there a reason you slept in there?" Chris asked as he slid through the closing of the automatic door and had to quicken his step slightly to catch up to Wesker.

"I was simply following your advice. Seeing as there were no other rooms available-"

"No other rooms? This place is huge, Wesker. How can you tell me there's no other rooms besides that one?"

Wesker strolled over to the opposite side of the room and grabbed the briefcase that held the serums before bringing it to his spot near the middle of the room. He set the briefcase on the table, not bothering to move any of the notebooks sprawled out underneath it, and opened it.

"You, Chris, need to learn how to listen before interrupting. I was going to explain before you decided to cut in," Wesker spoke sharply, his back turned to the brunet as he pulled out both serums and set them beside the briefcase before sitting himself down.

"Alright, then explain. I'm listening," Chris urged, pulling the chair out from under the table and sitting to Wesker's left.

"Well-" Wesker began pulling up his sleeve while he spoke, "originally, this facility was suppose to be a lab for Tricell, as you can imagine. However, before they were able to finish the living quarters for the scientists and technicians, Tricell turned their attention to more pressing matters and abandoned the facility." Taking the experimental serum in his right hand, Wesker extended his left arm and lined the needle to the crook of his elbow before pushing the needle in. His thumb proceeded to inject the serum while Chris watched, rather closely.

"What came up exactly to make them stop construction?" Chris asked cautiously, his eyes altering between Wesker and his extended arm.

"The lead of the project got a bit of a promotion," Wesker chuckled darkly and pulled the needle from his arm, discarding the empty syringe back into the briefcase before picking up the second serum. "Following her promotion, she canceled the project and their African division changed priorities."

"That explains why this place looks completely unused," Chris muttered while Wesker began injecting PG67A/W.

"Indeed. However, you described the facility as big yet I don't recall you laying eyes on the outside," Wesker said whilst pulling the needle from his arm and placing it with the other before closing the briefcase.

"I was just assuming. From what I've seen, I thought this place would be huge. I mean that locker room alone-"

"Yes, the facility would have been rather impressive. Unfortunately, Chris, the few rooms you have seen are the only ones that were built and completed. If you were to venture farther down either direction in the main hallway, it would be blocked off," Wesker removed the briefcase from in front of him and set it on the floor beside him.

"So you're saying this place isn't really that big?"

"Indeed I am," Wesker replied before focusing his attention on the notebooks in front of him where his eyes began scanning the notes left from the previous day.

"W-Wait-" Wesker eyed the speaking brunet, "So why have I been sleeping in the only room available? I'd assume you would want it for yourself."

"To what purpose, Christopher? If all I do is work on research, why do I require a room?"

"Maybe for the exact reason that you aren't superhuman anymore, Wesker. You might need a place to sleep every once and a while-"

"And if you wish, I'll simply inject you with more Chloroform and take the room myself when those times arise as you seem completely unaware that I'm doing you a bit of a favor," Wesker hissed coldly.

"Y-You're doing me… a.. favor?" Chris spoke slowly, glaring at the blond out of complete disbelief. "Albert Wesker doing a favor?"

"If it'll make you feel any better, you can be a hero and sleep in the kitchen for all I care," Wesker muttered as he pushed the notebook that was in front of him aside and pulled another one closer.

"I just don't get it, that's all," Chris mumbled, his eyes down. "I guess it would make sense if that experimental serum is really changing you that much-"

"It isn't. I do get something out of it, Christopher. You've just yet to see it," Wesker assured, a smirk planting on his lips."

"That's a bit more believable," Chris sighed.

This was all just too new for Chris. The brunet was sitting there conversing with Wesker like the man was an old friend while still somehow trying to work in what he had realized the night before. Chris's new feelings were too insane- too hard to deal with. He was stuck between wanting to sit and talk with him forever and wanting to jump the guy right in the middle of the lab.

So Chris chose the only option that saved him from both situations; he stood up and began leaving the room.

"When are you going to realize that running isn't always the solution?" Wesker snapped, still facing forward with his eyes on the notebook closest to him.

"You're telling this to a guy who chased you all over fucking Africa," Chris scoffed, turning on his heel.

"You were simply following orders," Wesker shrugged and sat back comfortably before looking towards Chris who had gotten several feet before stopping. "That isn't the same Chris Redfield that I remember."

"Yeah well, I've changed. A decade of fighting countless zombies and seeing everyone I love slowly die around me tends to do that to you," Chris snapped at the now standing blond.

"Nobody changes, Chris. You're still the same naïve, over caring hero that you always were. You're just hardened. So much so that you find yourself pondering whether all the fighting is worth it, am I correct?" Chris stood in place as Wesker proceeded towards him, the brunette's eyes glued to the green that surveyed him like prey.

"What if I am?" Chris muttered quietly under his breath, barely loud enough for Wesker to hear. "Does any of it matter? Look where I am. No B.S.A.A. coming to rescue me and somehow, even my partners can't seem to find me- Is it even worth it?"

"I fear you're asking the wrong person," Wesker said with a light smirk as they came face to face.

"Yeah well, as you seem to be the only one around-" Chris trailed off and the two stared silently at each other. "Why did you take off your glasses?"

Chris's question came out in a quiet mutter as his eyes examined the green irises that were leisurely getting closer to him.

"It's become surprisingly difficult to see with them on. I leave them on more often than not purely out of habit."

Wesker was speaking as if they weren't face to face.

As if the heat pulsating between them wasn't absolutely unbearable.

As if they weren't gradually getting closer.

"What's the real reason?"

Just as Chris got close enough to Wesker that he was able to pick out bits of blue and grey in his otherwise green eyes, their lips met. It was Wesker who pushed into Chris but the brunet pushed right back and their arms immediately wrapped around each other. Chris's hands constructed around Wesker's neck, his hands pulling and yanking at the blonde's hair while his lips parted and Wesker immediately invaded. Wesker's right arm wrapped around Chris's upper back while his left took the lower, pulling their bodies together hungrily.

I'm kissing Albert Wesker.

Chris's thoughts seemed to ring to life from their previous hazy state and he was suddenly much more aware than he had been. His tongue on Wesker's, their bodies pressed together, his hands pulling at blond locks and effectively messing them up-

Chris was kissing the man responsible for countless deaths.

The fall of Raccoon City, Kijuju, things that Chris didn't even know about- it was too much. Chris was letting his feelings from S.T.A.R.S.- Feelings from a decade ago cloud his judgment.

Wesker was right, he was the same naïve hero wannabe that he was ten years ago.

That's why Chris quickly untangled his fingers from Wesker's hair and shoved the man by his shoulders, barely breaking them apart considering Wesker's strong hold on him. The two stared at each other a long moment, confusion and disgust lingering in the air before Chris turned on his heel and stalked towards the door.

"Are you really going to do this again, Christopher?" Wesker asked with a playful smirk.

"Wesker, don't make this harder than it already is," Chris snapped before going through the automatic door.

The brunet had barely made it back into his bed when Wesker stormed in, his blond hair askew and his jaw clenched. Chris looked at the man in the doorway, his eyes glaring and his lips stinging from the kiss. Hatred, passion, frustration, and pain surged through him enough that when Wesker slammed the door hard enough for the surrounding walls to vibrate- he didn't flinch or move a muscle.

"Did you or did you not make a fucking decision?" Wesker was talking loudly but definitely not shouting- his teeth were grit together far too much for him to shout.

"Does it matter?"

"Do you want the truthful answer, Chris?"

"Yeah, I do!" Chris shouted, fisting the bed so that he could sit up better.

"I could care less what your answer is because either way, the situation will end the same," Wesker hissed, a deadly smirk plaguing his lips while Chris scoffed.

"Yeah, with me dead, I'm sure."

"I have no intent to kill you, how many times have I explained this?" Wesker asked, his gloved hand rubbing at his temple.

"Right. If you don't want me dead then why am I here? What do you plan on doing with me?" Chris demanded from his spot on the bed, his arms crossing over his chest as he gave a quiet huff.

After a long silence between the two, Wesker began moving.

Wesker remained silent, his lips tightly closed and his arms to his sides as he approached the bed. His eyes stayed glued to Chris while he began climbing onto the bed, his knees dipping into the bed once he was fully on it.

"Wesker-"

Chris broke off once the man began climbing over his body, straddling him whilst moving farther and farther up Chris. Chris uncrossed his arms slowly as Wesker proceeded closer to him and it was then he began to realize why he was there in the first place- the reason that Wesker had taken him prisoner.

"You will be mine, Chris," Wesker whispered, his lips brushing against Chris's ear while their chests pressed into each other.

"What if I don't want it?" Chris asked, his arms raising in preparation to push the blond away.

Wesker chuckled darkly in his ear before biting onto the lobe roughly, his teeth pulling at it enough to make Chris's fists grasp and pull at Wesker's coat. When a noise escaped the hero's lips, Wesker stopped and slid his tongue against the abused and reddening flesh before moving down to gnaw softly at Chris's neck. Chris went to push the man away again, his palms against the blonde's shoulders but just as he began to push, Wesker dug his teeth well into Chris's skin. Rather than pushing the man away, Chris's hands clamped around the man's leather covered shoulders and he began clawing at them, his head tilting to the opposite side while his eyes shut tightly.

"Are you really trying to fight this, Chris?" Wesker asked tauntingly, his tongue escaping his lips once again to lick the bleeding skin while Chris struggled to figure whether he wanted to pull Wesker into him or push him away.

"If I don't, what kind of man does that make me?" Chris asked, his eyes opening and his neck straining so that he could look down at Wesker.

"Simply a man in denial," Wesker spoke as his hips expertly ground down against Chris, causing his head to fly back and a soft sound to escape his lips. Smirking, Wesker did it a second time but was happily shocked to find Chris's arousal pressing against his own. "Point proven, I believe," Wesker stated matter-of-factly before slowly moving his arms up to remove Chris's hands from his shoulders; even if the man wasn't pushing, it was still obstructing his goal.

"Shut up," Chris muttered, his arms falling to his sides and his head drifting off to the right as his cheeks flushed ever so slightly. "At least I tried," he muttered as he felt Wesker's fingers tugging at the bottom of his shirt.

"You didn't seem to try very hard, I'm afraid," Wesker taunted, his suddenly ungloved fingers pushing up the bottom of Chris's shirt to reveal his refined stomach. "Though, I'm certainly not objecting," Wesker muttered as his right index finger began tracing the lines of Chris's lean stomach. As the finger dipped into the middle and trailed up, Wesker's left hand pushed Chris's shirt until it was well past his chest. While his left hand held the shirt in place, his right continues to trace upwards until reaching his chest.

Chris's eyes flicked back and forth between Wesker's hand and his figure which was poised just inches above his waist, effectively straddling him. Wesker's finger dipped under Chris's right peck and trailed up and around until it neared the nipple where it began gliding in a playful circle around it.

"Why the hell are you such a damn tease?" Chris asked gruffly, his head falling back against the headboard just in time for Wesker to lean forward and give the nub a rough lick.

Chris immediately put a hand to his mouth, effectively stopping a loud noise from escaping his lips. Wesker ignored the gesture and instead, allowed his lips to encircle the suddenly erect nipple. When Chris suddenly felt Wesker engulf the nub with overwhelming suction, a drawn out, but yet muffled, moan unleashed from deep within his throat and immediately his eyes shut again before Wesker removed his mouth. Sitting back up, the blonde's attention went to the forgotten nipple and he immediately began taunting it.

Wesker's index finger began by lightly tapping it, causing it to erect just as the other did before taking it between said finger and thumb. Rubbing it between the two fingers caused another muffled sound from somewhere within Chris. Wesker noted the slight sound of desperation in the next whine as Wesker flicked the nub with his tongue before burying it between his lips.

Chris's right hand began clawing at the bed spread beneath him while his left remained at his lips. The back of his hand pressed harder against his tightened mouth as he fought back another moan and found himself both relieved and disheartened when Wesker pulled away from that as well. Wesker moved his left hand from Chris's shirt, letting it drop several inches, and moved Chris's hand from his mouth before taking the brunette's lips with his own.

Without a struggle or much resistance at all, Chris responded to the kiss by allowing the blond to easily invade his mouth. Wesker's tongue explored Chris for only a moment before it began massaging at the muscle. Chris let out a soft moan as their tongues entangled in one another, his left hand pulling out of Wesker's grasp to wrap around the back of the blonde's neck and to push them farther into each other.

However, just as Chris began contemplating on removing their clothing, Wesker pulled away.

"Wha-" was all that escaped in Chris's disappointment as Wesker removed himself from him completely and stepped off the bed.

"I was simply proving a point, Christopher. Seeing as I've done that, I believe my job here is finished and I can return to my research," Wesker spoke simply, grabbing his gloves that he had absentmindedly tossed to the edge of the bed beforehand.

"You can't be serious," Chris spoke angrily, pulling down his shirt and swinging his legs over the side sitting up straighter.

"Of course I am," Wesker smirked before turning on his heel, opening the door and exiting the room.
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