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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 16:.

Commitment

Chris startled awake, the echo of a scream filling the room. He sat up, cold chilling his shirtless body as he frantically looked around. Wesker was gone and light had already began pouring into the room meaning it was well after his injection time. Flashes of a mutated Wesker went through the brunette's mind as he scrambled out of bed and across the hall.

When he entered the lab, Wesker's name almost fell from his lips but, instead, Chris froze.

Wesker looked absolutely fine, though rather angry as he stood in the middle of a complete mess. Most of the tables, chairs, and stools had been flipped, scattered, or broken. Some were obviously thrown against nearby walls while others simply smashed to pieces around the angry blond.

"W-Wesker?"

"You should leave, Chris," Wesker growled, his back to the worried brunet as low growling sounds could be heard under his heavy breathing.

"W-What happened?" The brunet asked, looking around the room in shock.

"For once Chris. Listen to me. Leave," It was another growled response and Chris almost turned and returned to bed- almost.

"Maybe I can-"

"DON'T SAY YOU CAN HELP. LEAVE, CHRISTOPHER."

Captain Wesker had never been seen so angry before. Most of S.T.A.R.S avoided the blond as he went about his business, a deep scowl planted on his lips and his posture practically screaming anger. Most of the team felt the sheer tension in the room and decided it best to stay away- however, not Alpha's pointman. The brunet was the only one that was able to read Wesker and that, obviously, meant he was the only one to make him feel better.

It was odd for the blond to be sitting in his office, overlooking the rest of his team with a pencil tapping his desk rapidly. He was on edge and it was obvious from the time Chris lightly knocked on his door, stepping through the open doorway without permission.

"Redfield, now is not the time."

Chris wasn't going to get dismissed that easily though.

"Captain, I don't exactly expect to talk about your problems but whatever it is, it can't be so bad that you have to bring it to work with you."

The pencil stopped and Wesker eyed the brunet.

That had been the same thing Wesker repeated to his team whenever any of them came to work upset.

"Sit."

Chris obeyed, hurrying to the chair in front of the desk.

The pencil resumed and Chris continued.

"Every time you see one of us upset about something-"

"Quiet. I didn't allow you to sit for you to continue with your rant. I want to talk something over with you," Wesker said stiffly before leaning back in his chair.

"Wouldn't you rather talk it over with Enrico? He is the other captain-"

"Enrico can't know about this until I've made a decision and you seem to be the only member who isn't afraid of approaching me currently," Wesker was quiet a moment before he set down the pencil and looked at the report in front of him. "Irons believes we're lacking."

"Lacking? Lacking what, exactly?"

"He doesn't know. His demands are simple; 'fix it'. It's a bit difficult to fix something that isn't broken in my eyes. Do you agree, Redfield?"

"Just a bit, sir," Chris's voice was quiet as his eyes scanned the report on Wesker's desk.

It wasn't a report- it was a small stack of applications.

"What do you think we're missing, Redfield?"

Chris blinked at Wesker, his mouth open as he prepared for an answer but none came. S.T.A.R.S was a family, more or less. They were perfect in his eyes. Everything just seemed to fit together no matter what the situation was. They weren't lacking anyone and nothing that had happened during that year showed any sort of weakness- both Wesker and Chris knew that. No, this was just Chief Irons being Chief Irons and if the man wasn't both of their bosses, neither of them would have a problem with his immediate removal.

Unfortunately, without him, S.T.A.R.S wouldn't exist.

"Honestly, sir? Nothing. I don't understand why Chief Irons would think-"

"To infuriate me but lets not focus on why, Redfield. I have to somehow create a valid way to fix this mess that Irons is creating for us and I'm not entirely sure there is one."

"What about a medic?"

Chris's suggestion had been stirring in his mind for a good few weeks, ever since he had been injured and Kenneth had been shot. Chris had wondered hundreds of possible 'what if' questions and most of them had rather scary answers.

"A medic?" Wesker asked ponderingly as he looked at Chris in slight shock. He hadn't exactly expected a suggestion, after all. "Interesting."

If he could calm the blond down before, he could do it again.

"I'm not going anywhere," Chris spoke sternly, his eyes hardening as Wesker turned towards him.

His glasses were long gone, probably broken under a table somewhere, and he hadn't seemed to bother with his hair as it was hanging limply in his face. He was shirtless though black pants and boots were in their expected places. To Chris's surprise, Wesker's eyes were dully glowing red though they still remained relatively on the normal side.

"You should sit down," the brunet tried quietly, looking around slightly in hopes of finding a still assembled chair.

Wesker remained standing despite Chris pointing to a nearby chair.

"Or not." Chris muttered before crossing his arms over his bare chest. "What happened?"

"It. Failed."

Wesker's response was direct, sharp, and crawling with anger. Deep growls were audibly emitting from his throat causing Chris to take a rather shaky intake of breath. He had to remind himself that this wasn't the same calm, cool, and collected Wesker he knew in S.T.A.R.S- No, this Albert Wesker was out of control, temperamental, and stubborn. Chris still had a weak spot for the damn man and wouldn't stop trying just because Wesker yelled at him.

"The T-Virus injection? It's only been a day. How do you-"

"IT WASN'T STRONG ENOUGH. I WAS SO DAMN SURE-" Wesker shouted, trailing off as his hands raked through his already unraveled hair.

"You have time, Wesker. Isn't there a stronger virus o-or I don't know-"

The growling stopped and the two looked at each other for a long quiet moment. Chris was about to speak but immediately stopped when Wesker took several strides forward and was suddenly kissing the brunet madly. The hero didn't have much time to respond and was in a rather large state of shock as Wesker pulled away, an evident smile on his face.

"It seems you've become part of the plan after all, Christopher," Wesker said, humor lacing his English stricken voice. "And don't look frightened- I'm not going to experiment on you."

"It doesn't mean I'm not still worried. Is there a stronger virus that you can use?" Chris asked cautiously as Wesker stepped back and began overlooking the damage.

"Indeed and I believe I may be constructing a plan already," Wesker spoke with a bit of a smirk as he turned back to see Chris staring at him in clear confusion. The brunet settled when he saw Wesker's eyes had stopped glowing and found himself sighing.

"You aren't going to tell me a damn thing, are you?"

"Not yet. However, while I construct a plan- I need you to go and figure out your problems."

Chris simply looked at the man, his mouth open in response but he wasn't entirely sure what to say.

"What?" was the word he seemed to settle on before Wesker's grin fell.

"You need to work through your thoughts. I'm well aware of all the little conflicting feelings you have fluttering about and as what I'm about to decide will be a rather large deciding factor in how everything plays out, I'm going to need an answer from you."

"An answer? To what?"

"To yesterday's question," Wesker said simply, his hands latching behind his back as he idly turned back to the mess around him.

Would Chris be tempted to leave if offered?

"I'm not entirely sure what this has to do with what you're planning, Wesker," Chris spoke quietly as he realized he was still rather lost on that answer himself.

"You will see. I'll need an answer by tonight," Wesker spoke decidedly.

Chris didn't respond but simply nodded, despite being well aware of not being seen, and left the room.

The brunet didn't even realize where he was until he collapsed on the bed of his (their?) room. He rolled onto his back, his partially nude body sprawled comfortably across the large mattress. His head rested softly on the pillow beneath him- the same pillow he was clutching several nights ago as he came viciously under Wesker's control.

Blushing and smiling at the thought, a painful laugh escaped him. Would he really stay with Wesker just because of how deeply attracted to the man he was?

No. Chris was a hero. Heroes didn't do things like that.

Would there be any logical reason to stay?

The answer to the question popped into the brunette's mind so quickly that it was gone before he had a chance to yell at himself. It was ridiculous, really, and was definitely not an option. Real feelings weren't an option. They simply couldn't be an option.

And yet they sat there acting as if they were.

Chris didn't love the man. If anything, he slightly liked him but that, he had decided, was from his S.T.A.R.S days and clearly a little part of him had yet to let go of the blond. And the question remained again- was this a logical reason for him to stay?

Real feelings, perhaps. Lustful wanton desires, definitely not.

Now Chris just needed to tell the difference between the two.

It had truly taken the brunet a long time but he somehow finally pulled his courage together. Slipping on a pair of pants, Chris shuffled into the hallway, stopping in the middle to stare at the automatic lab door that was sitting and taunting him. The reflective material was able to give him a slightly blurred version of himself staring back, arms wrapped around his front in an uneasy position. Sighing, his counterpart following his movements, he walked up to the door and gaped as he stepped through the doorway.

Most of the lab had been restored, broken chairs off to the side while new chairs replaced themselves back in front of upright rows of long science tables. Wesker was in his spot though instead of grueling over some chemistry project, he was writing frantically on one of his notebooks, the pen in his right hand madly scribbling away.

"Are you in need of something?" Wesker asked absentmindedly, his concentration completely unbroken from the notebook beneath him. After several moments, he stopped, flipped the notebook over, and continued.

"Yeah, I kinda am-" Chris muttered as he made his way over to the blond. His eyes fell on the notebook he was scribbling on and realized it was a plan but wasn't given the chance to read any of it before Wesker stopped. He immediately found himself staring into Wesker's eyes, completely distracted from the paper before internally shaking himself into speaking. "I-I want to try something but you have to just kind of go with it-" Chris whispered apprehensively, his eyes finding it difficult to stay on target.

"Do try to make this quick, Christopher. I'm rather busy," Wesker muttered before standing in frustration. Chris nodded and motioned for him to stay still before deciding it best to go for it and hope for the best.

Chris's hand latched onto the back of Wesker's neck, short hairs tickling his fingers as he pulled him ever so slightly down to meet his lips. Wesker wasn't taken by surprise nearly as much as Chris had expected but nonetheless obeyed Chris's rules and accepted the situation. Chris began moving his lips against Wesker's sensually, his left hand now coming up to rest on Wesker's right shoulder, draping over it slightly before joining his right around the blonde's neck. Wesker's hands, however, had decided it best to sit on Chris's hips, gently holding Chris in place as their soft kiss continued.

The brunet deepened it ever so slightly, pushing himself into the blond without rubbing into him or making it animalistic and sexual. His entire test was whether or not he could keep the kiss sensual without turning it into raw desire- and he had succeeded. Soon, he pulled back from lack of air and Wesker smirked, letting the man go.

"Did you receive what you needed?"

"I think I did," Chris said with a bit of a smile. "Sorry to disturb you. I'll have your answer ready for you tonight."

Wesker didn't respond verbally. Instead, he gave a simple nod and sank back into his chair before returning to scribbling madly at his notebook.

It would certainly be a long afternoon.

The brunet had somehow made his way to the kitchen, realizing once he had arrived that he was hungry. He decided that after he was finished eating he would shower and return to the bedroom. He severely hoped that, by that time, he was more confident in his answer as well as whatever was to come.

As Chris ate, he pondered what he really expected from Wesker when he answered him. Did he expect the man to give up on taking over the world?

He immediately put that out of his mind- Wesker had already said his priorities had changed and the brunet thought it better to face that problem when it came.

Did he expect to just hang out at a half built Tricell facility for the rest of his life if he said yes? Chris still wasn't entirely sure whether Wesker's question was another game and this worried him.

Perhaps if he answered yes, Wesker would smirk, say that he had expected the answer, and he was proud that Chris was able to keep a level head through their stimulating activities.

Perhaps if he answered no, Wesker would smirk, say that he had expected the answer, and straddle him.

Chris mused that he would happily accept either outcome as he made his way to the showers. He quickly undressed and hurried under the hot stream that began to melt his worries almost immediately. The brunet allowed the water to wash over him, closing his eyes as the stream hit his face and for one long moment, allowed him to forget what was to come that night.

Eventually, Chris made his way back to their (he shivered) bedroom and stopped when he found Wesker sitting idly against the headboard, notebook in hand. It took a long moment for the blonde's eyes to stop skimming the page and look up at the brunet with a bit of a smile. Chris eyed the window and realized it was sunset, causing the sky and room to glow a light orange despite the glow from the table lamp beside the bed.

"I expect you've made your decision?" Wesker asked, eying Chris carefully as he shut the door out of habit.

"I don't know," was Chris's response.

"I see."

Chris sighed and sat on the bed, his eyes on his hands while Wesker watched him from the middle of the bed. It took a long moment before he looked up and met the blonde's eyes.

"O-Okay here it goes. I like you… a lot more than I should. I'm suppose to be the hero and you're suppose to be the villain and we're suppose to fight and try to kill each other-"

"We've done that already, Chris."

Chris stood up and began pacing as he continued. Sitting still wasn't an option.

"-yes I know but the point is… we're not suppose to stop. I'm not suppose to do sexual things with the villain who kidnapped me and I'm sure as hell not suppose to like it. The only thing that's kept me going is the fact that I like you so damn much and I… I have no idea if it's leftover feelings from S.T.A.R.S or shit that I just never dealt with or maybe I'm just as insane as you but we both know that I care a hell of a lot more for you than you for me and that's what makes this whole deal so fucked up. Not just that you are you and I am me but we both know this could never go anywhere and we still fucking do it," Chris finished rambling, panting slightly as he stopped and looked towards Wesker.

"Are you finished?"

Chris paused.

"Y-Yeah. I think so."

"Then will you answer the damn question?"

Chris stared at the blond a long moment before sighing and shaking his head, speaking quietly.

"No, I don't see myself leaving if Jill or Sheva tempted me. In fact, you've left me alone countless times and I haven't even tried finding a way out."

"I warned you the first day that you wouldn't be able to find the way," Wesker reminded him carefully.

"I know but I'm stubborn. I would have tried if I wanted out, that's what I meant," Chris said in a mumble. "Would you let me go?"

"It's rather surprising you would ask something like that, Christopher. After kidnapping you, protecting you, traveling with you-"

"Hitting me, drugging me, threatening me-" Chris interjected with a bit of a glare.

"Right. After everything, you believe I would simply let you walk out of here? Even if you didn't want to leave- that simply isn't an option," Wesker said strictly before shaking his head. "Well, not yet."

"I-I didn't exactly mean it like that," Chris muttered quietly, glancing at the blond from the corner of his eye.

"I see."

"Maybe you should just forget it. Forget that I asked the question o-or I could easily accept that answe-woah!" Chris was suddenly pulled forward by the wrist, tripping slightly over the bed as he collided lips with his enemy. "I think that answers that then?" Chris asked quietly as they broke apart after a long moment.

"I'd assume so, yes," Wesker responded before releasing Chris with a bit of a smirk.

"So what exactly did your plan have to do with my response?" Chris asked cautiously as he sat back down carefully, rather confused on… everything, really.

"Tomorrow, I'll be leaving on a small trip to retrieve something that may actively effect the serum. However, your response depended on whether I would leave you here or bring you along. Leaving you would result in my trip only lasting several days while bringing you would easily risk triple the time," Wesker explained slowly as his eyes flashed back to the notebook in his hand.

"And just because I gave you a decision, you're going to trust me?" Chris asked cautiously, his head tilting in Wesker's direction.

"Yes, I believe so," Wesker muttered before looking up into Chris's confused face. "What?"

"It just doesn't make sense."

"As you said, Chris, I know how much you care. I don't see you simply fleeing into the middle of Africa nor do I see either of your former partners visiting anytime soon."

"I see."

Chris became terribly quiet, his bottom lip being nibbled between his teeth as he got lost in thought. By the time Wesker looked up from his notebook again, it was well into the night and Chris had yet to move. The blond watched the man before sighing, tossing the notebook onto the nightstand, and speaking.

"What is it, Chris?"

"What's going to happen- between us, I mean," Chris muttered.

"You, yourself, said we can't possibly be together."

"I know," Chris answered shortly. "I also said I care more about you than you do for me. Is that true?"

"Must you ask something you already know the answer to?"

"Oh," the delayed sadness in Chris's voice was apparent and Wesker chuckled.

"You really are thick, aren't you?" Wesker muttered through a shake of a head before giving Chris a strong look. "I will say this once and only once, do you understand me?" Chris nodded slowly. "I will not say that I love you and I may never say those words. However, that does not mean I do not have any feelings for you. Whether or not this can is entirely your decision as I don't seem to have a problem with fucking a hero."

"W-Wesker-" Chris wasn't entirely sure where his voice was coming from as his throat was currently dry and he was in a state of shock but he somehow continued. "- We haven't exactly f-"

"That, pet, is your decision as well. I want you to be fully aware that if you decide to stay with me after I get this serum figured out then you must be prepared. I'm not a good person, Christopher. No, I do not have any intention to recreate my latest plans. This does not mean I don't have any other plans in mind and as I don't expect you to encourage them, I cannot allow you to stop me."

"T-This is why it would never work. You expect me to just turn around while you murder people and I'm a B.S.A.A-"

"Again, Chris. That is your decision. You don't have to be the good guy…you don't have to be the bad guy either," Wesker said as Chris shuffled until he was beside the blond.

Chris glanced at the blond beside him and saw the indifferent look on his face. His chin was slightly clenched (though, it rarely ever wasn't) and his lips were molded into a bit of a frown- he looked as if he were discussing the weather rather than their future. In fact, the only bit of him that gave away his feelings toward the matter at all were his eyes. Chris felt a smile tug at his lips as he saw something in Wesker's eye that was completely different from what the brunet had seen before.

"I don't know how you expect me to do that. I've been fighting for years- how am I suppose to just stop?" Chris muttered.

"Unfortunately, you'll need to make that decision rather soon. To be specific, before I leave. When I return in the following days, we can either forget our little pastime activity or…. Not," Wesker said simply, his eyes glancing at Chris before returning to the ceiling as he removed his shirt and began laying down, his hands relaxing on his stomach.

"Why do I suddenly have to make this decision now?" Chris asked glancing at the blond with a bit of a frown.

"Multiple reasons. You have a tendency to brood- you do, Chris, stop making that face. You smile and have a rather nice act when we're together but the moment I leave, you return to sulking. I've ignored it until now, and even accept when you decide to stay as close to me as possible out of pure fear of your own guilty thoughts but eventually you'll give an ultimatum; Relationship or nothing. I'm simply speeding the process along," Wesker answered not bothering to return the look from Chris.

"You said there was more than one reason," Chris muttered, trying to stop himself from looking at the villain as he chuckled. He wanted to study his face while he spoke, just to see if he could find anything that would betray Wesker's words but his fear of seeing something that wasn't there stopped him and instead, he found himself focused on the armchair in the corner.

"Indeed there is, Chris. The second reason is also simple; You will get bored. We could probably continue for another few days and you would be fine but eventually, you'll want more. You'll want a relationship, perhaps even commitment and while demanding this, you will still be confused on your own feelings just as you are now. This is why I'm making my conditions clear. Depending on what you decide, I will know that you have no higher expectations than what you will receive."

"And you want me to decide now?" He asked slowly, his eyes on the blond. "- I mean, I didn't expect this. I didn't think…. " Chris trailed off and he sighed deeply.

"Perhaps not at this moment but before I leave in the morning, yes," Wesker responded.

Chris was silent for a long moment before he asked, rather quietly;

"Are you actually talking about a commitment?"

"Call it what you will, Christopher," Wesker had returned to using his mocking tone of voice as Chris was quickly exceeding his amount of questions he was allowed to ask.

Unfortunately, knowing that didn't stop Chris from continuing.

"And I would stay here? With you?" Chris's words were quiet and slow as he was trying to comprehend what Wesker was offering.

"Perhaps not here. I don't expect to stay here after the serum is completed."

"What if I said no? What would happen to me after you finished the serum?"

"I would simply drug you and you would happily awaken in the hands of the B.S.A.A," Wesker said coldly, causing Chris to frown again.

"You would let me go?"

"You were never much of a prisoner, Chris. I have no interest in gaining leverage with your little organization and I simply wanted entertainment. There was a rather large possibility that I would die and I needed a distraction," Wesker, to Chris's surprise, smirked. "The possibility is still there but the probability isn't very high. I no longer need a distraction which is why I leave it up to you."

Chris grew silent. He wanted this. He wanted to be with Wesker and not have to worry about the world any longer. It had been on his shoulders for all those years along with the mansion incident, the fall of Raccoon City, and even Rockfort Island. Fighting Tricell and the remnants of Umbrella was exhausting and he questioned day after day whether it was worth it. In fact, it was his first thought when he arrived in Africa and the moment he found out Wesker was involved, he was sure he had found his answer; No matter how much he fought, there would always be another virus, another Umbrella involvement, and another crazed villain who believes the world is his.

That's why Chris knew his answer.

Without people like him, the world would have been subjected by the T-Virus by now. Hell, he didn't even know how many world occurrences that he and his colleagues had stopped but without him and his friends, the world would parish.

"I can't do it. I can't turn my back on the world."

Wesker remained silent, his eyes emotionless and stuck to the ceiling as Chris removed himself from the bed. Neither of them looked at each other as Chris walked towards the door and opened it, taking a deep breath before stepping through the doorway.

He hadn't even made it a second step before the world went dark.
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