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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 22:.

Little Talks

Chris moaned as Wesker rolled his hips against Chris. The blond was already sheathed well inside of Chris, both on their knees on the bed. The brunet was bent over and clinging desperately to the pillow in front of him while Wesker had his fingers digging into Chris's hips, pounding and rolling into him skillfully.

There wasn't much running through Chris's mind at the moment and he was just utterly aware of his body colliding with Wesker's. Heat was flaring between them, sweat rolling off of Chris's body while Wesker was even threatening to break a sweat. It took very little more to push Chris over the edge; He lost all regard and a moan escaped his throat, his mouth opening as his head flew back. Wesker pulled him up so that his front was pressed directly against Chris's back, keeping up a quick speed as Chris moaned out a final time and finished. Wesker quickly followed, his teeth sinking into Chris's shoulder as pleasure wracked through him.

Both men were panting, Chris more so than Wesker, but neither felt the need or want to move. In fact, mid-pant, Chris turned his head and connected lips with the man still pressed against him. Their hot skin tingled against eachother while their lips moved awkwardly but it was a type of connection that was simply perfect.

And perfect things always end.

"Are you going to speak of your conversation with your sister now that we're finished?" Wesker asked, pulling from the kiss though his hands began sliding across Chris's hot skin before traveling farther onto Chris's lower stomach, his thumbs stroking the skin sensually.

"Ugh, don't talk about my sister after we've had sex," Chris muttered, his own fingers intertwining into Wesker's. Wesker simply chuckled and pulled from the warm embrace, allowing Chris to lay down and for Wesker to follow. "Besides, it was just a conversation. Nothing important."

"Whatever you wish, Pet," Wesker sighed, rolling onto his back as he relished in the feel of cold air against his skin.

"It would be nice if you could give some opinion on the issue," Chris muttered, still laying on his side with his back to the blond.

"And what issue is this?" Wesker asked, eyeing the brunet's sculpted back.

"What should I do if the B.S.A.A wants me back? I mean, I'm assuming this is a short term-"

"You're assuming, Chris. Perhaps speaking to Jill directly could allow you to re-evaluate your situation and, inevitably, your available options," Wesker suggested simply. Chris turned slightly, looking over his shoulder at the suddenly helpful blond.

"You think I should ask Jill her intentions on whether or not I'll be leaving?"

"Essentially, yes," Wesker responded as Chris rolled onto his back. "Or you could enjoy your time here and let the future bring what it will."

"So I would start a life here with the knowledge of possibly getting a phone call that could crash everything that makes me happy to the ground?" Chris asked with a frown.

"I didn't say it was a good option, simply that it was available," Wesker explained with a smirk.

It took a few moments before Chris spoke again, asking tentatively, "Well, what do you think I should do?"

"This is a decision you have to make, Chris. My opinion shouldn't matt-"

"But it does," Chris said quickly, turning on his side so that he was facing Wesker completely.

"Why must you insist on always cutting me off while I'm talking?"

"Because I know what you're going to say. Your opinion matters to me because, like it or not, I care about you and you're, somehow, part of my life now and not in the way of 'I'm chasing you around a country with a gun'," Chris said with a sigh.

"I realize this but my opinion shouldn't change your plans."

"Wesker-" Chris groaned as he rolled back over on his back, "-You make everything so damn difficult."

Wesker simply smirked and agreed.

Unfortunately, Wesker's simple response without his opinion didn't sit well with Chris and the two were in somewhat of a fight. Chris showered, stealing it at the last moment from Wesker and refusing to let the blond join him. Unfortunately, it didn't take the blond long to get into the bathroom and Chris was soon stalking quickly out of the bathroom, dripping wet with a towel wrapped around his waist held by his right hand.

By the time Wesker got out of the shower, Chris was dressed and on his way to nowhere. Chris glared at his discarded cell phone sitting in the passenger seat after he parked. He now found himself in front of the lake that he had met Wesker at- Rocky Isle. It was now sunset and with most of the trees blocking the sun, the only light was coming from the lake that was reflecting the glittering orange sky. It felt strange, Chris realized, as he stared at the sparkling lake; It had only been a week and a half and already everything felt normal.

Okay, so he couldn't call Wesker his boyfriend without feeling a bit weird but fighting without literally hitting each other, sex, and Wesker being in his life was all suddenly natural.

Sighing, Chris turned off the car and got out, closing the car door behind him before his eyes caught the black figure that was sitting in front of the lake. For a long, long moment, Chris considered slipping back into his car and driving off. Instead, he rolled his eyes and began walking towards him.

Chris sat down beside him and neither said a word for several minutes. Chris had his knees pulled to his chest and his arms wrapped awkwardly around them as he stared at the water while Wesker simply had his legs extended out in front of him, his ankles crossed with his glasses in place.

"Claire paid a visit soon after you left," Wesker said, causing Chris to jump slightly, "I explained the situation after she threatened to shoot me."

"I figured she was still at work since she wasn't home," Chris muttered. The brunet still wasn't looking at the blond as he said this and he had just come from Claire's apartment after he tried for almost twenty minutes to get into her apartment. Unfortunately, he didn't have a key and he wasn't as good at lock picking as Jill. In the end, he had driven here but seeing Wesker there still didn't surprise him.

"Yes well, after I finished explaining, she hit me; rather hard I might add."

Chris snorted with laughter, pulling his gaze from the lake to look at Wesker before asking, "You didn't hurt her, did you?"

"Of course not. She insisted on driving me here so I could talk to you and then proceeded to threaten me when I refused."

Chris looked around and realized he could faintly see Claire's jeep in the distance down the dirt road that lead to the other side of the lake. It was too dark to see Claire inside but he was sure she must have been watching them.

"You refused?"

"I assumed you wished to be left alone to consider your options. She didn't believe that, obviously," Wesker spoke the latter sentence through gritted teeth and Chris chuckled.

"If you want to leave, then go. Tell Claire that everything is fine and I just need some time to think," Chris suggested with a shrug.

"Do you wish to be alone?"

"Not exactly but if you don't want to be here then you don't have to be," Chris said as Wesker met his gaze and nodded.

Chris returned his gaze to the lake as Wesker stood and began walking back towards Claire's jeep. Several minutes went by as Chris suddenly jumped at the sudden sound of the engine overturning and the car driving away. The brunet sighed and suddenly felt more sad than angry. Maybe he should call Jill and try to arrange something with her just to get it over with? If he wasn't wanted here then- Footsteps suddenly pulled him out of his depression and he turned to see the blond walking back.

"I thought you were leaving," Chris muttered as he distantly saw Claire driving away.

"I didn't say I was and you didn't want me to to. Why would I?"

Wesker took his seat beside Chris and the brunet looked at him with a faint smile.

"If it helps, you were kind of right. I figured I needed a place to think about things but Claire was right in knowing I didn't want to be left alone," Chris said, his gaze returning to the lake that was quickly darkening.

"I assumed so. I wouldn't have agreed to accompany Claire had I known you truly wanted to be alone," Wesker said before slipping off his sunglasses and setting them between himself and Chris.

"Are you here to actually help or are you here because I didn't want to be alone?"

"Both, I suppose. I'm assuming I can't simply choose one," Wesker said with a smirk and Chris sighed heavily.

"I need your opinion on this because you won't be able to come with me to England if I end up leaving. Jill stays with me a lot when our research forces us to stay up late, B.S.A.A members are in and out constantly, and having you that close to the B.S.A.A would make me nervous no matter the situation so you are involved in this," Chris explained desperately though without looking at the blond. "I don't really know how you feel about this- whatever it is but it's important enough to me to include you in this."

"I'm aware of my whereabouts when it comes to if you decide to return. I suppose if you want my opinion then I believe you should stay. You seem satisfied here and there's no reason to alter that if the B.S.A.A are the ones who pushed you into it to begin with," Wesker said with a shrug.

"What about your personal opinion?" Chris asked hesitantly, eyeing the blond cautiously.

Wesker simply smirked as he began responding, "That was my personal opinion, Chris. I want what makes you happy and somehow, this relationship with your current lifestyle and volunteer career makes you happy."

"Somehow," Chris chuckled. His chuckled faded, rather quickly and he frowned, eyeing Wesker again. "There's something else."

"If there wasn't, this conversation would have been finished earlier in bed," Wesker muttered.

"Claire thinks I'm being too trusting of you and she's probably right. She brought up a lot of stuff that I don't like to think about when we talked this morning," Chris muttered. "I don't think I can just turn my back on some of these things. You aren't trying to take over the world but you could be killing innocent people-"

"I'm not." Chris looked at him in confusion and Wesker sighed. "My missions come from an old Umbrella Corporation informant who works for the government. He assigns missions that involve people who were able to avoid punishment for their crimes. Personally, I find it terribly boring but it pays well and so far, it's a rather permanent arrangement due to the amount of cases he has stored away."

"Oh," Chris muttered quietly. "I didn't expect you to-"

"I do what I must, I suppose," Wesker spoke firmly and Chris nodded in understanding.

Several minutes went by and Chris realized night had fallen completely and the lamp posts positioned around the lake were now their light source. The brunet smiled and inched closer to Wesker, his right hand grabbing the glasses so he wouldn't crush them as he set them aside.

"I do hope you realize the amount of sacrifice I've had to experience the past several weeks," Wesker muttered almost bitterly.

"I know and I can't believe you've done the things you have. Isn't it all a little strange?" Chris asked carefully.

"Indeed but when has anything been normal?" Wesker asked with a smirk as he lookedat Chris who returned the look.

"Everything was normal in S.T.A.R.S," Chris muttered, "Well for me, anyway. You were the one leading a double life."

"That was normal for me," Wesker retorted and Chris became visibly concerned.

"You should tell me a little about your childhood. There's only so much you can read from scattered documents and hacked computers," Chris suggested.

"Perhaps another time," Wesker said stiffly and Chris sighed.

"I'm tired of knowing about your viral life. I want to know more about when you weren't infected. Before Umbrella," Chris explained quietly.

"There wasn't anything before Umbrella. Perhaps another time, Chris," Wesker spoke a bit more softly and Chris nodded.

Wesker's past was delicate, Chris could understand that because his was as well, but Chris still felt denied something that could potentially help him see Wesker in a new light.

"I'm assuming you're beginning to understand why I warned you not to trust me," Wesker muttered and Chris looked at him with a frown.

"I thought it was from... Well..." Chris trailed off and Wesker smirked, his smile a little too cold and unbearable for Chris to look at.

"Yes, of course; That as well. However, I warned you not to trust me simply because I wouldn't be able to give you what you truly need."

"And what do I need?" Chris asked carefully.

"A connection," Wesker said simply and Chris straightened, shifting slightly to get a better look at him.

"You don't think we have a connection?" Chris asked causing Wesker to let out a chuckle.

"On an intimate level, perhaps. However, we lack a certain personal connection of trust simply because I can't possibly be open with my life and the horrors it may hold."

"Maybe but we have things in common," Chris retaliated.

"Relax, Pet, I'm not implying anything. I'm simply repeating my earlier warning, don't make the mistake of trusting me when you have no reason to."

"Maybe we should just get home," Chris muttered, standing abruptly. The brunet gasped to find Wesker standing in front of him when he turned to begin towards his car and Chris crossed his arms. "Really? Using your inhuman abilities against me?"

"Certainly wouldn't be the first time," Wesker chided and Chris sighed. "You're upset. Again."

"No, I'm not. I'm just tired of being told not to trust anyone. Why do you think it was so difficult to let go of my S.T.A.R.S years? I had to push past all of my trust issues of being discharged from the military. I mean, I was suddenly thrown into this whole new group of people who I would have to depend on and who would have to depend on me. I still don't know how I did it but I did and look where I am now. Jill and Claire were the only ones I could trust! I began trusting the B.S.A.A, now they're betraying it by doubting me. The moment I even begin questioning my trust for you and-"

Chris really didn't expect the kiss, as he was caught up in his own miniature rant, but the moment the blonde's lips touched his, he immediately forgot what he had been saying. Without much thought, Chris's hands guided themselves up Wesker's arms until he found his shoulders where his fingers entangled in the fabric there. Wesker's right hand had wrapped around to Chris's back to keep him still but it was now pulling their bodies together while the left rested comfortably on Chris's side. Chris's lower lip fit perfectly between Weskers' and it was only there for a split second before Wesker parted his lips and the kiss deepened significantly. Tongues played, fingers pulled at various parts of clothing, and bodies pressed hungrily against eachother, but neither took it beyond the intense kiss. Wesker's left hand had snuck under Chris's shirt and began petting the hot skin but both understood the boundary rules and neither wanted to break them; not here.

"You're leaving tomorrow," Chris muttered quietly.

"Unfortunately," Wesker responded, his lips pressing to Chris's jawline.

"And you'll be gone for-?"

"Four days," Wesker reponded quickly, his lips moving gradually to Chris's neck.

"That's too long," Chris muttered and Wesker hummed in agreement, the skin between his lips vibrating wonderfully. Chris groaned in frustration and pulled from the enjoyable assault his neck was receiving before speaking, "We can't.. Not here. Come on."

Wesker simply nodded and the two of them hurried to the car, Wesker quickly pocketing his sunglasses before sliding into the passenger seat. Twenty minutes later, the two were speeding into town, both incredibly angry how slowly each minute ticked by.

"I run faster than this," Wesker muttered as Chris eyed his speedometer.

"I'm already going over the speed limit. As a volunteer cop, if I get caught-"

"Do you really care about that at the moment?"

"Stop complaining, we're almost there," Chris muttered before Wesker to cross his legs and shift uncomfortably.

Once there, the two barely got into the doorway before they were glued together. Within seconds, Chris's shirt was halfway off and had the quiet clear of throat not pulled the two apart, neither would have noticed the lights flipped on or the fact that the door had been unlocked.

"Men are all the same," Claire muttered angrily.

The two pulled farther apart, Chris hurriedly pulling down his shirt to look at the two guests sitting on his couch, television on with both in comfortable laying positions.

"Agreed," Kylie said, her gaze returning to the television as both men fixed themselves.

"I'll be-" Wesker pointed to the bedroom and Chris nodded.

"I'll join you in a bit," the brunet muttered under his breath and Wesker nodded.

"So, you two made up, I see," Claire said, moments have Wesker left the room.

"Yeah," Chris said, stepping farther into his apartment, "Why are you two here, exactly?"

"I was originally here to make sure Wesker didn't lie about fixing things," Claire explained, her gaze unfaltering from the television across the room.

"I'm here because the Chief of Police, Paul Tackett, died from a heart attack this morning and they're looking for someone with leadership skills to take over his job," Kylie said absentmindedly. "I tried calling you but I couldn't get through."

The two friends were both sharing the large couch. They had their legs pulled up, a blanket covering their legs as they each leaned against a side of the couch. Pillows were tucked between them and the arm rests and there was a half empty bowl of popcorn sitting on the table in front of them.

"She was upset so I calmed her down and we figured we would hang out here until you got back," Claire explained. Chris toed off his shoes before entered the living room area.

"Wait, Mr. Tackett-"

"Died and the precinct needs someone to lead them. Even if you don't want the job, we need a temporary replacement but your B.S.A.A training could really help," Kylie said, looking to Chris as he walked in. "I'm going to miss him, though," Kylie spoke softly and Claire shot her a sad look.

"And they want me to take over?" Chris asked in surprise, sitting down in the armchair nearest him.

"Someone from the city is going to visit the precinct and ask you to take over the job temporarily. If you don't like it, they'll find someone permanent and you'll remain a volunteer," Kylie said.

"H-How do you know that?"

"Who do you think is the one who took the message?" she asked sardonically

"I don't think Chris realizes just how much you do as a secretary," Claire said with a chuckle and Kylie laughed.

"Well, surprisingly, I do everything but run around with a gun and handcuffs," she shot at Chris and the male brunet smiled warmly.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it as an insult. I just seem to keep forgetting-"

"I know, it's fine," she said with a smile. "So- do you want it?"

"I don't know. I'm not even sure what he ever did besides attend meetings. I need a more action packed environment," Chris said thoughtfully.

"That's what I said," Claire chimed and Kylie laughed.

"Yes you did, Claire. But Chris, he just chose not to bother with things outside of the office. You could still go on patrol if you wanted and you would be called to scenes whenever anything major happened. You could be much more involved than he is- was," Kylie said sadly.

"I'll give it a try," Chris said causing Kylie to smile, "and I'm sorry for your loss. It's obvious you were close to him."

"Not really. I've just known him for a long time. He was the one who hired me years ago even though he was taking a big risk. I didn't have nearly enough experience for the job but I was determined and he saw that. He gave me the chance nobody else would," she said with a long sigh. "Claire, maybe we should leave. We really shouldn't be intruding on their privacy."

"Please, that's my job!" Claire said with a laugh but a look at her brother made her sigh. "Fine, fine."

The two stood, Claire folding the blanket across the side of the couch while Kylie turned off the television. Kylie began towards the door, Chris following her as Claire began taking care of the popcorn. Kylie slipped on her shoes and turned to hug Chris.

"Don't bother coming in tomorrow. The city people will be there in a few days, I'll keep in touch. Oh and Chris... You would be a wonderful boss," she whispered, smiling at him.

"I doubt that," he chuckled.

"Well, Albert's been a Chief before, hasn't he?"

"No, he was Chris's Captain in S.T.A.R.S," Claire corrected from the kitchen.

"Oh, well he was still working as your boss at the precinct. Maybe he could give you some pointers?" Loud laughing from the kitchen pulled Chris and Kylie from the conversation and the male brunet rolled his eyes before responding.

"As co-founder of the B.S.A.A, I should be fine," Chris laughed and Kylie shrugged.

"You know they aren't the same."

"I know," Chris said seriously and Kylie laughed before shouting to Claire.

"Come on, Claire! These boys need to have some alone time!" Chris completely stepped away from Kylie in embarrassment. "Oh relax," she whispered to him.

"I'll be out in a bit. Let me talk to my brother a minute," Claire said, walking out of the kitchen.

"Fine. Bye, Chris," Kylie waved and left, shutting the door behind her.

"Now what?" Chris asked in a haste whisper as the thought of being with Wesker was back.

"I just want to make sure everything is okay. Did you guys get it all sorted out?"

"You hate him, why do you care?" Chris asked in surprise.

"Well, you care about him- though, I don't know why. He makes you happy except for times where he pisses you off by being difficult, like always," Claire said with a strained smile.

"... Yes, it's sorted out and it probably wouldn't be if it wasn't for you, thank you," Chris added quickly. "Now please leave."

"I can't believe you're kicking me out again," she muttered angrily as she made her way to the door.

"I know and I'm sorry but he'll be gone for the next few days so come back tomorrow and we can talk more," Chris suggested.

"Fine," she muttered, "have fun."

Chris indeed had fun.
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