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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 15:.

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"What is your back up plan if you're not able to remake PG67A/W?" Chris asked before taking a bite of mashed potatoes.

The brunet had already scolded the blond on bringing up the prior topic simply to throw Chris off. Wesker simply chuckled, nodded, and allowed Chris to continue with his mission of keeping up some sort of conversation between them- Until now.

"Why must you be so inquisitive?" The blond asked, taking a bit of his food as well, though mostly out of annoyance. "You are the reason I despise questions, you know."

"What?"

"You are stubborn and never seem to be satisfied with answers when they are given- Exactly as you were in S.T.A.R.S," Wesker spoke seriously but took another bite nonetheless.

"You realize that I was never satisfied with answers because you never told me the truth?" Chris asked, poking and prodding at his food as if he would rather have conversation with the blond than eat.

"And you realize that I kept you on a strict need-to-know basis and I intent to keep you in that situation," Wesker said truthfully though it was a statement rather than a question.

"You don't think your backup plan is something I need to know? Really?"

Wesker stopped eating, his hand remaining on his fork absentmindedly as he looked at Chris in consideration.

"Perhaps-" He began, dropping the utensil, "- You're right."

"I am?"

"Indeed. However, before I inform you of the situation, you must be completely positive that you-"

"Wesker, if you're asking if I'm sure I want to know the severity of the situation then you must be insane if you think I'm going to say no," Chris said seriously, dropping his fork as well. "Tell me everything."

"Not everything, Chris. Simply what you need to know," Wesker exhaled heavily before interlocking his gloved fingers and setting them in front of him, directly in front of his plate. "First of all, you should be aware- I'm mixing T-Virus samples with my blood and PG67A/W. This is the new serum concoction that's been supposedly trying to help the progenitor virus."

"Are you kidding? I knew it was ridiculous that you were experimenting on yourself but mixing more of the T-Virus- Do you realize-"

"I'm well aware of the dangers, Christopher. This is why I mixed the T-Virus samples with my blood beforehand. This is what you saw yesterday, different combinations of different amounts of each substance- and one may have worked. I suppose we shall see in the coming days as I have begun injections this morning," Wesker finished and Chris stared at him for a long moment before simply nodding.

"Alright, and if that doesn't work? What if you have to refer to your backup plan, whatever that may be?"

"I'm attempting to avoid that outcome at all costs, Christopher, as you can imagine. I would rather not end up dead, as it is. However-"

"That's your backup plan? I kill you?" Chris was beginning to lose his appetite.

"Not exactly but you are on a need-to-know basis so I would rather not-"

"I would think that knowing if I need to kill you or not qualifies until that category, Wesker," Chris snapped, sitting back in his chair out of annoyance.

"Indeed, which is why I told you. You won't need to kill me. Are you satisfied?"

Chris opened his mouth to angrily oppose but stopped mid breath and exhaled slowly instead.

"Yeah, I guess that's enough for now. I hope you know I'll keep pushing for answers, though," Chris spoke as he picked up his eating utensil again.

"I wouldn't expect any less," Wesker said simply before retuning to his eating as well.

"You know, you really had me panicked there for a moment," Chris said carefully, eyeing Wesker slowly.

Wesker looked back at him, his head tilted slightly.

"Mind elaborating?"

"I thought your backup plan was me having to kill you. I panicked," Chris said the latter part slowly with a deep exhale as his eyes went back to his plate.

"Why is that? You didn't seem to have much of an issue several weeks ago when you shot a rocket in my face- I trust you remember that?"

"Unfortunately," Chris muttered. "But you already knew I remembered that and you also know exactly why I would find it hard to kill you."

Wesker smirked, Chris could tell from without even looking at the blond.

"I suppose you're right- I am well aware of both situations. However, I imagine it would be more intriguing for you to vocally express your trouble," Wesker was definitely smirking, Chris could hear the dark chuckle just behind his words. This was entertaining for him.

"I'm not going to," Chris said sternly, glancing up at the villain across the table.

I refuse to admit my ridiculous feelings. I won't give you that. I won't let you turn it into a game.

"Stubborn," Wesker's lips pulled into a brighter smirk. "You make me proud."

"Because that's clearly what my life purpose is- to make the notorious villain, Albert Wesker, proud," Chris snapped- if he didn't know better, it was almost playful.

"I simply mean perhaps you're learning; Outwardly expressing feelings more often than naught doesn't end well for you. Perhaps you've finally realized that doing such things reveals vulnerabilities that can easily be hidden," Wesker said before pulling his attention away from the brunet to take another bite of food.

"I'll keep that in mind," Chris said quietly, though he couldn't help but feel as if this was Wesker's way of giving him serious advice.

Wesker's way of things always seemed the most difficult so Chris assumed he was right but didn't vocally announce it and continued with conversation. In the past week, Chris had come to find that Wesker could actually be helpful, playful, and somewhat possessive- It excited the brunet knowing there was, most likely, much more to be found out about Albert Wesker.

"Earlier-" Wesker's voice pulled Chris from his musings. "- When I informed you of my current status concerning my abilities. Your response was…." The blond paused and Chris held back a smile. "Unexpected."

"What else is that serum doing to you?" The brunet asked, watching Wesker pull on his back shirt and zip it until it enclosed snugly around his neck. The blond sighed and answered as he began pulling on his gloves.

"It's weakening my abilities. My speed, strength, accelerated healing- everything is weakened and is continuing to weak. However, this morning should be a bit of a change." Chris heard the stiffness in Wesker's voice when he spoke of his weaknesses and noticed the sudden shift in voice when he was talking about improvements in the serum.

"I hope it all goes well then."

Chris had hoped it went well- for many different reasons.

"Was it?" Chris asked. "I just said what I felt like I should. It felt right to say; What's unexpected about that?"

"Must I go into a full explanation?"

"Sure because our current stimulating situation makes so much sense especially considering we are who we are," Chris said with a bitter chuckle. "Face it, Wesker. This entire situation is screwed up, complicated, and in no way going to end well. We both know that so why was a simple 'I hope it goes well' statement unexpected?"

"I suppose, taking in consideration our current arrangement, you may be correct," Wesker said slowly.

"I'm right again, huh? That's a first," Chris laughed.

Chris wasn't suppose to be right- That was Wesker's job.

"It's not as if you're never right, you just happen to be, more often than naught, wrong," Wesker spoke smugly, pushing around corn on his plate while he looked at Chris.

"Right, thanks for that," Chris muttered before taking another bite of food, rather aggressively. Wesker simply chuckled but remained silent beyond that as he continued taking bites of food. Chris took this chance to ask another question- "Are you in contact with anyone outside of this facility?"

"Now, Chris. Do you really believe that is information that you need to know?" Chris hated Wesker's tone a voice and couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes.

"For personal reasons, yes," Chris responded.

Wesker looked at him, the shadow of a smirk lingering on his lips before he slowly, and subtly, gave a curt nod.

"No, I'm not currently in contact with anyone outside of this facility, Tricell affiliated or not. I suppose this puts your worries at ease?"

"Not really. Knowing you, Wesker, world domination would still be easy to come by without a giant evil corporation backing you," Chris spoke with a sigh.

"Interesting."

"What's interesting?" Chris asked after a long moment of staring at the blond.

"You-" Wesker paused and chuckled. "-still believing I have any sort of interest in world domination. You realize my priorities have shifted?" It was a question that Chris truly didn't see coming and when it did, he simply shrugged.

"I guess but that doesn't mean you won't turn around and try to take over the world again. Your too stubborn to just accept that the world isn't meant to be ruled," Chris's sadness laced his words as if he knew that, most likely sometime soon, he would have to return to his mission of defeating Wesker simply because the blond couldn't leave well enough alone.

"Am I? That's rather interesting to hear, Chris. I appreciate the perspective, I must say," The brunet looked at the blond in confusion who merely returned to eating the last of his meal before standing. "This has been rather entertaining," Wesker spoke as he set his dish in the sink, along with many of the pots they used to cook. "However, I must return to my research."

The blond began for the door but the brunet called his name.

"Can I ask one more thing?" He asked quietly, hesitance shaking his nerves.

"If you must," Wesker responded, turning on his heel to face the brunet.

"If Sheva or Jill randomly showed up to rescue me-" Chris began, his eyes shifting to his fingernails beneath the table as he picked at them awkwardly. "-Would you let me go?"

Wesker froze, his eyes narrowing slightly as he glanced over Chris, the brunet feeling his gaze sweep over him like a wave; it was both chilling and pleasurable but he wasn't sure if he liked it.

"Before I answer, I must ask- Would you leave if tempted?" Chris looked up slowly and met Wesker's serious eyes. Chris was, quite obviously, trying to respond. His mouth was open and he inhaled but no words were spoken. He merely gave up and closed his mouth, looking at the blond expectedly as if he had the answers he was seeking. "When you are able to answer my question, I'll answer yours. I'll see you tonight," Wesker said before making a swift exit.

Chris watched the door slide close and he groaned.

Not only was he completely clueless on what he wanted to do that night for Wesker but now he was seriously taking in consideration whether or not he would leave if prompted.

After cleaning the kitchen, a chore Chris found himself doing simply to keep distracted, the brunet found himself sitting in the locker room. He wasn't entire sure why he was sitting all the way in the back of the room when he could be on his- their?- comfortable bed, but he was. Was he hiding or did he just feel he needed a new surrounding?

Chris had no idea- Hell, Wesker probably knew better than him and the blond wasn't even here.

"Christopher?"

Convenient.

"Back here," Chris muttered after a long moment of considering whether he should respond or stay silent.

Echoing footsteps caught Chris's ear before Wesker looked around a set of lockers to find Chris laying on the bench, one leg resting on the floor. He glanced awkwardly up at Wesker before laying back, his eyes on the blindingly white ceiling. Wesker had replaced his glasses and held a subtle grimace but seemed normal nonetheless.

"You seem rather-" Wesker looked over the brunet before shrugging. "-distracted."

"What do you want?" Chris asked, though he sounded more tired than angry and Wesker noted it.

"I was simply curious as to where you'd run off to. You are considered my prisoner, after all," Wesker spoke rather smugly before leaning his right side against a nearby locker, his arms crossing.

"Do you consider me a prisoner?" the brunet asked, sitting up and letting both feet rest on the ground.

"In certain aspects, I suppose. However, the very definition defies the question and thus I can't say you're physically my prisoner."

Chris let the words sink in, his eyes on Wesker before he shrugged in understanding. He knew the different definitions of the word prisoner all too well and knew exactly what the blond was referring to.

A person who is or feels confined or trapped by a situation or set of circumstances.

Yup, that was the one.

"I was just here thinking," Chris spoke truthfully, looking up at the blond with a bit of a somber smile.

"Do you mind elaborating?"

"Is it too difficult for you to ask 'what are you thinking'?" Chris asked with a bit of a laugh.

"Indeed. Stop deflecting," Wesker spoke seriously and Chris sighed.

"Calm down, I was just thinking about-" The brunet stopped and closed his mouth, his eyes darting down. "-unimportant stuff. You don't have to get uptight about it," Chris muttered.

To the brunette's surprise, the blond chuckled.

"Do you mind elaborating farther?" He asked and Chris heard the hint of playfulness in his voice again.

"I was thinking about later tonight, alright? God, Wesker," Chris murmured as he fought oncoming blushes.

"Do you mind-" Wesker pushed off the lockers and sauntered beside Chris, "-elaborating farther?"

"Yes," was Chris's quick response.

Wesker removed his glasses, his gloved hands folding them and setting them on the bench. The brunet watched the blond, his lower lip pulled between his teeth as Wesker descended into him. The blonde's left hand wrapped gracefully around Chris's neck, cold leather pressing into his heated flesh as their lips met. Wesker's thumb sat behind Chris's ear tracing small circles as their lips moved against each other.

Chris moaned in the kiss and his right hand reached up to pull Wesker deeper into the kiss. Chuckling rather darkly, Wesker led by opening his lips slightly, just enough for Chris to follow and allow the blonde's entrance.

Wesker's tongue gracefully maneuvered around Chris's mouth while Chris found his fingers curling and grasping at blond locks, successfully unraveling the perfection that was Wesker's hair. Chris pulled gently when he needed air and, reluctantly, they broke apart. Both were panting, though Chris much more noticeably, and they were still face to face. Chris had taken to leaning his forehead against Wesker's shoulder as he caught air which gave Wesker a chance to reask his question.

"Now would you mind elaborating?"

Chris would have punched the blond if he wasn't currently gasping for air.

Nevertheless, once he was able to breathe, he responded.

"I was just taking things in considera-"

"So help me, Chris, if you don't give a direct answer-"

"Fine, fine. I just don't want to die, you can't blame me for avoiding it," Chris sighed and tugged gently until Wesker was sitting beside him. "I guess I'm just a little on edge about tonight. I'm worried that maybe… I… Won't be able to.. I dunno, please you? I doubt anything I do will ever come close to last night," Chris muttered, his voice changing speeds rather dramatically. Despite his feelings, Chris looked at Wesker's eyes in hopes of finding some sort of emotion.

Wesker was smiling.

It was small, almost impossible to see and if Chris didn't know better, he'd simply say it was half a smirk- but no. That was, undoubtedly, a smile. A sinceresmile.

"Don't worry yourself over something so trivial, Christopher. Simply do what you think is best, take it slow and, if you wish, experiment. I must say, I find myself rather flattered that you are so troubled over this," Wesker stated, the smile lingering on his lips.

"Flattered? You can do that?"

"I can do a lot of things, Christopher," Chris froze as a chill went up his spine at the thought and hadn't even seen Wesker stand to make his way back to the door. "I trust you'll be joining me in our bedroom?"

Chris jumped slightly as he realized Wesker was across the room then couldn't help but fall into another frozen state. The blond had said it- our bedroom.

"Christopher?" Wesker's voice pulled Chris out of shock and he nodded quickly.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm right behind you," Chris said quickly, rushing to his feet.

The walk back to their room (Chris felt unnaturally giddy at the thought) was quiet but not awkward. Chris was too busy contemplating the things he wanted to try with Wesker to actually speak to the blond. Chris had a moment, when they were walking past the kitchen, where he wondered what Wesker was thinking but found himself absolutely fine with not knowing and went back to his worry filled thoughts.

Once they both entered the room, Chris first and Wesker following to shut the door, Chris realized it was still mid-afternoon by simply looking out the window. He turned to Wesker but was stopped when lips claimed his own rather forcefully.

For a long, long moment, Chris considered not interrupting the kiss and simply kissed back, his hands gripping at various parts of Wesker's clothing to urge the man closer. Somewhere between getting a second tongue in his mouth and Wesker beginning to undress, the brunet came to his senses and pulled away.

"It's mid-day," Chris said through loud pants.

"Is now truly the time to be stating the obvious, Chris?" Wesker asked, exasperation obvious in his voice as he tugged his gloves from his fingers and tossed them somewhere near the armchair.

"I mean- Don't you have research you should be doing?"

Wesker smirked and unzipped his jacket though not removing it, successfully revealing a large portion of his chest. Chris dimly noted that his skin had lightened considerably and was now rather pale as Wesker grabbed Chris's shoulders and began directing them so they had switched spots.

"Currently, I am awaiting results on the new T-virus mix sample and, as I have rather high hopes for this serum, I've decided that I deserve a bit of a release. I don't believe you'll have any objections, Chris," Wesker said darkly as he kept their bodies pressed together.

"Not at all," Chris said quickly, though he was sure it was from nerves.

"Good," Wesker said simply before slipping off his jacket and tossing it somewhere near his gloves.

Chris waited until Wesker kicked off his boots before pushing the blond, rather apprehensively, back onto the bed. The bed itself, Chris noted, was newly replaced with the comforter that Wesker most likely washed when the brunet was hiding out in the locker room and he felt rather bad as the blond pulled himself completely onto the bed, a playful smirk across his lips.

"Just lay back and get comfortable," Chris said as he sighed and removed his shirt- he might as well try as well.

"Very well," Chris could hear the ever so slight twinge of bitterness in Wesker's voice and knew it was from being told what to do. The blond liked being in control far too much to even let this slide without a bit of anger.

Chris joined Wesker on the bed, crawling toward him on his knees while the blond laid against the headboard. The brunet stopped momentarily, looking over the blond as if trying to contemplate his options and decide what he wanted to do. He mused the real question lingering in his mind was what did Weskerwant Chris to do? Instead, Chris just did the first thing that came to mind- reassure the blond.

Chris knew that Wesker wouldn't enjoy the situation without being in control. He needed to be in control of every aspect and that meant he needed to know it- and that's exactly what Chris was going to do.

Slowly, Chris shuffled over to him, his knees straddling Wesker's waist as Chris straightened so that he towered slightly over the blond, just enough to cause the villain to look up to meet Chris's lips. Wesker's hands somehow automatically went to the brunette's hips as Chris dipped into a kiss, Wesker immediately taking control with absolutely no objection from the hero. Several minutes passed with their jaws moving quickly against each other, their tongues tangled and their breath short- but eventually the two pulled apart and just sat there. They were merely inches apart from each other, heavy breaths mingling as both of them threatened to start up another kissing frenzy but neither followed through and eventually, both of them smirked.

That was a signal for Chris and he, slowly, began descending.

His lips began pressing light kisses to various parts of the villain's body. First, they found his jaw line, then his neck (where he took care to nip at it as well), followed by his shoulder, his chest, and eventually his navel. Wesker watched him happily, his eyes full of lust and betraying any sort of calm outward look that his body was trying to achieve; One look into those eyes and Chris found himself smiling.

"Get on with it, Christopher," Wesker growled when Chris didn't move from his position above his groin, his body having slipped down to tangle around Wesker's legs long ago.

"I told you to relax for a reason," he said with a small smile- Wesker was growing impatient and he liked it. "I want you to enjoy this."

I would enjoy it quite a bit more if you were actually doing something," Wesker snapped impatiently and Chris sighed.

"If you weren't so caught up in your own lustful surroundings, you would know I already have your pants undone and was just about to go farther," Chris snapped back though his smile told the blond that he was being playful.

Wesker didn't speak again, only eyed the brunet carefully and smirked darkly with a small hum of approval.

Chris smiled and pulled playfully at Wesker's pants until they were open enough to allow the brunet to release the rather excited bulge that was just underneath a pair of thin black boxers. Carefully, the hero hooked his forefinger under the elastic and pulled until Wesker was released from the cloth. The elastic, once let go, clung to the underside of Wesker's shaft but neither seemed to care as Chris continued.

Now what?

He looked to Wesker who was watching him intently, his eyes closely studying his every move. The blond saw the hesitance in Chris, saw the fear and worry plaguing him, and most of all, saw the want and desire the brunet had in fulfilling Wesker's need.

Perhaps that was the reason Wesker spoke.

"Chris, I'm not very patient when it comes to these sorts of situations," Wesker warned, eying him threateningly.

"I'm aware," Chris muttered, his nerves taking over. "I just need a little- I don't know… Direction I guess?"

"You've done it before- quickly but nonetheless," Wesker pushed- he surely wasn't in the sort of situation to talk him through it.

"Right-" Chris muttered before looking at the member in front of him in absolute fear.

"Oh for fuck's- Here."

Wesker sat up and grabbed Chris's right hand that was lingering somewhere near the blonde's hips. The villain brought the hand to his lips, spat and pushed the hand to his own limb. Chris, on his own accord, wrapped his fingers around the member and began pumping- Wesker's hand leaving him as he fell back against the headboard causing it to hit the wall.

Chris was already screwing this up.

"Sorry-" The brunet muttered under his breath as he began racking his brain in attempts to remember anything in his lifetime to help him in this situation besides the occasional hand job he gave himself.

"I told you, Chris- Just do it. Don't be bothered by anything trivial and concentrate on what you feel is right," Wesker spoke before Chris nodded and obeyed.

Slowly, Chris tightened his grip, his fingertips running along the underside vein of Wesker's member carefully, causing a small response from the blond- a hitch in his breath. It was enough for the brunet and he took it as a sign that if he copied what Wesker did to him the previous night, he might actually get through this.

Chris, hesitantly, ran a thumb over the head of Wesker but when no response came, he decided to try a rather different approach. Instead, he lowered his head, his tongue reaching out and swiping along the slit playfully- and it was enough to cause Wesker to tense. Chris smiled and repeated, slowing his tongue's movements before moving it down. Without realizing it, his tongue passed over Wesker's corona while his hand had descended back to the base and the blond was taken by surprise, the low groan escaping him barely audible to the brunet.

Just as before, however, it was enough. It was currently the only thing encouraging Chris to continue rather than up and run from the situation.

"Christopher, stop fretting over the situation," Wesker ordered darkly, the lust apparent in his voice as Chris wrapped his lips around the underside of Wesker and hummed in response.

Wesker grasped roughly at the comforter below him to stop him from forcing Chris to do anything (because that would certainly end wonderfully, the blond was sure). The brunet noticed and smiled, pulling his lips from the underside to reposition at the top.

Here goes everything.

The ex-B.S.A.A member wrapped his lips gingerly around the head of the shaft, his tongue swirling playfully around whatever it could reach. A quiet moan from Wesker told Chris he must be doing something right- so he continued.

Chris pushed forward, his lips sliding gracefully down the slicked shaft, stopping when a salty taste hit his tongue. He barely recognized the taste from his and Wesker's first encounter when Wesker unexpectedly came in his mouth. He had momentarily tasted the seed before spitting it out but he had quite an unnerving feeling he wouldn't get that privilege this time around. Either way, he identified the taste and realized it was most likely precum. He found himself rather accustom to the taste before long and found the thought of having to swallow it not being as bad as he'd expected- that was if he could ever get Wesker to that point. He was quickly running out of ideas.

However, Chris was short on ideas when he began so that wasn't saying much.

The brunet wrapped his fist comfortably around Wesker's base as he began sliding his mouth from the shaft. He slid it to the top, his fist following before descending, causing a low groan from the blond.

"Hollow your cheeks," The blond instructed with short pants between each word. Chris had already made his way back to the head before stopping and looking at Wesker curiously- he wasn't entirely sure what the blond meant. "Suck."

It was spoken clear enough that Chris's eyes widened and he hummed a response before obeying. He hollowed his cheeks and descended before picking up a sort of rhythmic speed that increased as time went on. The only thing that kept the brunet going were the quiet noises Wesker was releasing from his throat. The blond had long allowed is head to lull back against the headboard in enjoyment. Eventually, Wesker's hand found Chris's hair was tangling roughly into the brunet locks. It took everything the villain had not to push Chris until the man couldn't breathe but, instead, he simply grasped onto Chris as he came.

Despite the abuse his mouth was receiving from uncontrollable hips (though the brunet wasn't complaining), his eyes fell on the blonde's face. His eyes closed, his back arched, and his teeth gritted to keep his moans silent.

Chris wasn't able to catch the entire spillage in his mouth and ended up having to pull away and hold back a cough as he swallowed the little he did catch. The rest shot out onto Chris's chest though the brunet paid no attention as he looked to the blond seeking approval.

Wesker laid there for minute, an arm over his eyes and his breathing ragged as he regained his composure. Eventually, Chris saw a smile break across his lips causing a smile from the brunet as well. Wesker let his arm drop and looked to the hero who hadn't moved but was currently sitting on his knees between Wesker's legs.

"W-Well?" Chris asked after a long moment of them just looking at each other.

"Are you expecting some sort of prize?" Chris let out a soft chuckle and shrugged.

Wesker didn't respond but scoffed with amusement and shifted so that he was sliding from the bed and no longer at the mercy of Chris. He kicked off his pants and reached into the bedside table drawer, pulling out a small box of tissues.

"Thought so-" he muttered before pulling one out and tossing the box to Chris.

They both cleaned up, tossing the tissues somewhere into the corner of the room. Chris was apprehensive about the situation while he watched Wesker pull his boxers up and slide into bed. The sun had begun to set by now and sleep was haunting both of them. Chris followed Wesker's example, kicking away his pants before sliding under the comforter.

Neither spoke and, now rather afraid he did something wrong, Chris turned away from Wesker. His eyes fell on the door and he bit his lower lip anxiously until he felt the weight behind him shift and an arm envelope him in warmth. He felt Wesker's chest against his back and he smiled to himself, despite his current feeling of failure.

"I told you not to fret over something so trivial," He felt Wesker's hot breath on his neck and found it highly arousing considering he had just given the man a blowjob and got no release for himself despite what happened the night before.

"You know I over-think things, Wesker," was Chris's quiet response.

"Come, pet," Wesker spoke quietly and Chris froze.

"W-What did you say?" Wesker responded with a chuckle so Chris spoke again. "Pet?"

"I assumed you would enjoy a nickname. I suppose I always thought you were the type of person to give repulsive nicknames to their partners," Wesker said simply, nuzzling into Chris's neck causing the brunet to smile brightly.

"I am but 'pet' isn't repulsive."

"Which is why I chose it. Unlike you, nicknames aren't common for me- however when they are used, I prefer them to lack-" Chris quickly turned his head and caught Wesker's lips with his, kissing him deeply before pulling back with a smile. "-stupidity." Wesker finished with a bit of a chuckle.

"I love it," the brunet said smiling at the blond over his shoulder before resting his head against his pillow comfortably.

"I assumed you would," Wesker said with a small chuckle.

"Use it again," Chris requested quietly as he closed his eyes.

Surprisingly, Wesker obeyed.

"Good night, pet."
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