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Shattered Memories	By : FatalYaoi Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 5098 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.:Chapter 23:.

Restored

Chris shifted slightly, stirring as he woke. His eyes opened slowly, his gaze falling on the man still beside him. Wesker was awake, watching Chris as the brunet looked around the room before looking at the clock.

5:18

He groaned and turned back to Wesker, a smirk planted on his face despite the early rise. It was still dark in the room, the only light coming from the moonlight that shone in from the balcony. In the stream of light, Chris could make out their clothes that had been carelessly discarded the night before and if it had not have been so early, he would have laughed.

"You're still here," he muttered tiredly as he mentally tried comprehending the situation in such a tired state.

"Indeed, I am," Wesker chuckled quietly.

"I thought you would be gone by now," Chris muttered as he struggled to sit up, afraid he would fall back asleep if he didn't force himself up.

"I have a bit before I leave," Wesker said quietly and Chris smiled.

"Is that so? And how do you suggest we spend that time?" he asked and he was suddenly being straddled, the blanket that had previously covered them now sliding down Wesker's back before landing on Chris's upper thigh, just behind Wesker. Chris chuckled and slid down, inching back into a half laying positioned while supported by the pillows against his back.

Wesker leaned in to kiss Chris, their morning breath practically nonexistent because of how late they were awake. In fact, if Chris's head was swimming and already tired, he could have calculated the few hours of sleep they managed to get but he truly could not bring himself to care as Wesker's lips were progressing down his body. They slid from his lips to his jawline, kissing and nibbling until they reached the brunette's neck where they remained. The blond sucked and licked at the sensitive skin, Chris writhing and moaning beneath him as he wasn't quite awake enough to handle the skilled lips.

Wesker chuckled, his lips reverberating around the skin before continuing down to Chris's shoulder and then his collar bone. Wesker's nibbled the bone, almost lovingly, before kissing his way down Chris's chest.

"I thought you said you only had a little while," Chris gasped as Wesker's tongue darted across the brunette's nipple.

"I did. I don't think my employer will mind my being late," Wesker said, his breath lingering over Chris's sensitive and wet nipple causing him to shiver.

Chris accepted the answer and instead of responding, let out a low groan as Wesker bit onto the pink nub. Wesker licked the abused nipple before his lips engulfed it and began sucking it lovingly. Chris's hands found their way to Wesker's upper arms that were supporting him on either side of Chris's body. Chris's left hand rested on Wesker's right arm while his right hand rubbed gently at the back of Wesker's neck, his fingers grasping to the pieces of loose hair he found there.

Wesker smirked, pulling from the nub to change sides before Chris stopped him, tugging lightly on his hair.

"Stop teasing me," Chris pleaded and Wesker grinned, leaning to give the brunet a chaste kiss. The kiss deepened and Wesker was soon using his left hand to rub at Chris's growing erection.

"No more teasing, pet," Wesker muttered in promise when Chris pulled from the kiss to moan.

Wesker slid back down Chris's body, Chris's hand untangling itself from Wesker's hair before gripping into the cold sheet underneath him. Wesker kissed Chris's abdomen once he was in place, the blanket that originally was on Chris's thigh was now discarded somewhere near their clothes.

"Don't bother prepping me, last night was enough," Chris said once Wesker reached through the darkness towards the bedside table.

"I wasn't planning on it, pet," Wesker assured as he pulled out a condom and tore it open.

"Why do you always call me pet?" Chris asked breathlessly as Wesker tossed the condom package near the trash bin.

"Because you like it," Wesker answered simply, not bothering to ask if now would be the opportune moment for such a question.

"But you don't," Chris muttered absentmindedly as he watched, through the glow of the moonlight, Wesker slip on the condom.

"I've grown accustom to it," Wesker assured as he prepared himself in between Chris's legs that spread and lifted when prompted by the blond.

Wesker pushed himself in, Chris's opening swallowing him inch by inch with ease until the blond was completely sheathed inside of him. By the time Wesker looked up, he found Chris's head completely thrown back, his lips slightly parted, and his entire body trembling to keep breathing steadily.

Wesker slowly began laying on him but he was stopped by Chris's hand on his shoulder.

"I-I want to be on top this time," Chris stammered.

"You could have said something before," Wesker muttered as he fought the urge to pound the man beneath him into the mattress.

Wesker sighed after a moment, shifting off and out of Chris so that they could trade places. Wesker shuffled into Chris's place before allowing Chris to straddle him. Chris lifted himself up, grabbing hold of Wesker's member to position it to his opening before slowly sliding himself down. Chris lifted himself, using his knees for leverage, before dropping himself down onto Wesker, both men hissing at the different feelings each experienced. Chris didn't expect to hit his prostate head on while Wesker didn't expect Chris to drop down so suddenly, engulfing him in Chris's tight entrance.

Soon, Chris found a speed that worked well enough for the time being. He had both hands on either side of Wesker's head, supporting him as he lifted himself up and dropped himself down over and over again. Wesker didn't offer much help, rolling his hip upwards without warning to catch the brunet completely off guard.

"Lean forward," Wesker muttered in a dark almost husky voice and Chris obeyed, panting and sweating at the amount of energy it took to fuck himself and how good it felt.

Chris leaned forward, his chest resting on Wesker's and his head resting comfortably on the blonde's shoulder. He was a little surprised when Wesker's arms came up and wrapped themselves around Chris's body, holding him in place before Wesker began thrusting rigorously into him.

Chris found himself grasping at Wesker, his hands digging between Wesker's back and the mattress to cling to him while he held back gasps of pleasure as Wesker was hitting his prostate perfectly every single thrust.

Without much of a warning, Chris came- his body writhing in pleasure in Wesker's arms. Chris soon relaxed, panting as the high of the orgasm slowly drained from his body and he was finally becoming aware of his surroundings again. He could now clearly hear Wesker's quiet pants and he could feel their bodies sticking together with sweat and other bodily fluids but he truly couldn't bring himself to care as he felt Wesker tense, his arms tightening around Chris's body and his thrusting quickening as he came deep within Chris.

The two stayed like that for a while, Chris enjoying the feeling of being full and in Wesker's arms. In fact, the two had begun absentmindedly kissing the other's heated skin, licking at the sweat on the parts of the body they could reach without too much trouble and all the while simply enjoying eachother's presence.

"You have to leave soon," Chris muttered quietly as a side glance to the clock told him it was close to six.

"I'm aware," Wesker muttered, his teeth nipping at Chris's neck playfully as if punishing him for reminding the blond of their reality.

"Unfortunately, I have to leave too," Chris whispered with a quiet sigh.

"Where are you going?" Wesker asked, pulling from their embrace to look at Chris as they spoke.

"I'm going back to Europe for a day or two. I decided to take the job here but I don't think it would be best to tell Jill over the phone. I have a lot to say to her," Chris said with a frown. "I still need to get it all worked out with Kylie but I guess this just feels... right."

"That's... good," Wesker said with a small smile.

"Is it? You aren't going to look into it as me not wanting to let you go or trusting you too much or-"

"That's what your sister does, Chris," Wesker looked towards the clock before looking back to Chris. "Why don't I tell you a bit about my childhood, pet?"

"Are you sure? I think I've been in this relationship-thing or whatever it is long enough to know how it's going to be and I don't mind if you-"

"I'm very certain, Chris," Wesker said, shuffling to sit up a bit more causing himself to pull out of Chris. "Only a bit and it might be information that is already known to you," Wesker warned quietly.

Chris sat up, smiling as he shook his head.

"I don't care if I already know it. It'll be better to hear from you than to read it from a bunch of documents and scattered journals." Wesker nodded to this and took a small moment before he started speaking.

"It began with the Wesker Project and the many children kidnaped from around the world. My parents had above average intelligence and that was all it took to make the Wesker children important; their genes. Not many survived as we were... manufactured to work and follow Spencer as the remainder of us began to grow and show potential. Eventually, there was only several left alive and by the time I joined Marcus with William Birkin, only four remained. Spencer must have hidden away the others that survived, if any, but once I officially joined Umbrella, I couldn't bring myself to care- I still can't," Wesker finished, his eyes darting towards the clock to see that it was several minutes past six. "And that's all for now."

"What about before that? Before Umbrella?"

"I told you, Chris. There was nothing before Umbrella. The only reason I know any of this was through documents those idiot scientists on the Wesker Project kept around. I barely remember anything before I was seventeen and everything after was as an Umbrella scientist working on team after team," Wesker explained, eyeing the clock dangerously. "We really must go, pet."

Chris nodded and got off of the blond, sitting on the edge of the bed as he also glanced at the clock.

"Thanks for that," Chris muttered as Wesker shuffled around behind him, removing the condom and wiping the fluids that seemed to land mostly on himself despite the fact that the two had been against each other.

"Of course, pet," Wesker said with a smirk, pressing his lips to Chris's shoulder. "When I return, I'll continue but for now-"

"I love you," Chris blurted before mentally cursing. "I-I mean-" Chris quickly stood up, pulling the blanket that had been tossed aside around his waist as he stood. "-You don't have to say it back or anything and I really don't expect you to but... I just want you to know that I do. I probably shouldn't and if my sister finds out about it, she'll kill me, but I can't not have deeper feelings after all of this time together. It doesn't have to be a regular saying or anything but I just wanted you to know how I feel," Chris said quickly before looking at the expressionless face that Wesker always seemed to have unless he was entertained in some way.

Without saying anything, the blond stood and walked towards Chris. The brunet watched him, almost afraid of what he might do or say before he leaned down and connected their lips. Chris didn't move for a moment but as soon as his initial shock dissipated, he accepted the kiss and inevitably dropped the blanket to pull their bodies closer.

"We need to leave," Wesker said, pulling from the kiss several moments later.

"I know," Chris muttered with a sigh.

Reluctantly, the two parted and by the time Chris returned from his incredibly short shower, the blond was nowhere to be found. Chris dressed and picked up the phone, calling Jill's cell number. Within two rings, the female's voice picked up.

"Chris, how are you?" she asked.

"I'm coming to Europe. I need to talk to you," Chris responded directly.

"I really don't think-"

"It's just for a day. I have to be back for work as soon as possible. I just want to make sure the B.S.S.A plane is ready."

"Yes, of course. When do you need it?"

"As soon as possible," Chris responded.

"Give me an hour and it will be ready."

An hour later, Chris was entering one of the B.S.A.A planes, similar to the one that brought him there in the first place. He was wearing a zip-up hoody over a black t-shirt (that may or may not have belonged to Wesker) and casual jeans but held no baggage or personal items. In the hour it took him to get here, he'd spoken to Claire and Kylie, explaining the situation to both of them. After acting very excited for a few minutes, Kylie agreed to push Chris's meeting back a few days and assured him that she would be able to run the place a day without help.

Chris sat in one of the few seats absentmindedly realizing how strange it felt traveling without a bag. Before long, the captain announced they would be leaving and soon after, the plane lifted off. It was a long flight but Chris found himself asleep for the majority of it.

In fact, he awoke to the startling sound of the Captain's voice and he heard the usual reciting of when they were landing which Chris found was shockingly soon.

The moment the plane touched the ground he found himself staring out the window at the blond standing nearby in wait wearing her normal B.S.A.A getup without the normal hat that usually kept her hair out of the way. There was a long moment where he found himself wanting to turn around as a mix of anger and longing coiled just under the surface but this was Jill and his life and it had to be done.

So he stood and walked down the small but empty isle to the awaiting stewardess who escorted him to the door. She opened it, the door turning into a small set of stairs leading to the ground which led to an awaiting Jill who looked more nervous than happy from Chris's perspective.

Despite that, he took the stairs down and the moment he stepped onto the ground of the empty lot, he was being hugged- something he certainly missed about Jill.

"It's so great to see you, Chris," she said in a muffled voice, her face too embedded in his jacket for her to speak clearly.

"It's... It's good to see you too, Jill," Chris said quietly, holding back a sarcastic comment that could have easily turned the situation sour. She pulled away, smiling at him nervously.

"What did you need to talk to me about that was so important? Did you want to come back because I could arrange-"

"I'm not coming back," Chris said suddenly, causing the smile to drop immediately.

"W-What?"

"I'm not coming back to the B.S.A.A. I've got a job working as Chief of the police station back where Claire lives. It's not as big as the B.S.A.A obviously but TerraSave could use the help and I could easily help being in charge. I feel like I could really do some good there and you obviously don't need me here," Chris said, motioning around them as Jill stared at him in shock.

"Yes I do, Chris! If I didn't need you, I wouldn't have offered to arrange you to come back to work," she said before crossing her arms. "If this is about putting you on leave-"

"If this was about that then I would have just kept away- Hell, it was a paid leave, why wouldn't I? I'm doing this because I feel like I can help these people and my life is better there, I feel at home and actually wanted."

"You're wanted and needed here, Chris! I can't do this without you," Jill said, the strength in her voice wavering slightly.

"If you couldn't then you would have taken my advice. Instead, you ignored me and continued looking for Wesker when he shouldn't even be your target right now!"

"Are you trying to protect him?"

"I'm trying to protect you, Jill! I told you about the black market dealings that are going on and instead you focus on Wesker who isn't even involved anymore," Chris shouted, pacing in anger.

"TerraSave is taking care of-"

"They aren't as resourceful as the B.S.A.A and when they have their resources divided to help the B.S.A.A then they really don't have a chance," Chris said, stopping mid step before walking directly back up to Jill. "This is exactly why we can't work together, Jill. You're still focused on finding Wesker and I-"

"You're going by information from Wesker. Do you really expect me to believe him and how would that look if I suddenly changed priorities for the organization? They would think that we were both working with Wesker!"

"Who cares what they think, Jill?"

"We aren't the army, Chris! We can't ask them to just obey us without question, they need to trust us!"

"They trust you, don't they?"

Jill opened her mouth to respond but she found herself wordless in front of a saddening Chris as he realized just how right he was. Jill closed her mouth, looking at Chris through despairing eyes before hugging him, her arms practically crushing him in the embrace. He smiled morbidly and returned the hug.

"You know, you could always come back if you wanted," Jill said with a sorrowful hope that Chris could clearly hear.

"I couldn't but thanks," Chris responded with a chuckle. "You're one of the strongest people I know, Jill. You and Claire both astound me sometimes so I know you can do this."

And that was that.

Instead of following Jill back to headquarters, Chris returned to the plane and allowed her to announce the news on her own. Their departure was quick and a bit heartfelt but both of them needed to get back to their lives. Chris needed to get back to make it in time for work and Jill had the entire organization to run so neither had time for a long goodbye.

But neither really had any intention on a goodbye because both fully expected to see each other again.

By the time Chris returned home, it was well into the night and he had already called Kylie to confirm that he would be able to come in the following day. He walked into his apartment, his eyes scanning the dark room sadly. The house felt lacking without Wesker in it and, in fact, Chris was suddenly feeling the same feeling he experienced the first night he returned home.

Empty.

Fortunately, this time, there was something beneath the empty feeling, as if the fact that he knew Wesker was returning made the feeling so much easier to endure.

Chris flipped on a switch, lighting the living room. He threw his keys onto the counter before walking into the living room to take a seat. He flipped on the television, his eyes on the same show it had been on days before when he found himself lost and abandoned by the organization that he had given his life to.

And now...

Now, everything felt right for the first time since he'd returned from Africa. Looking around the apartment, Chris couldn't help but smile.

The previous few months had been the most hectic months of his life but he wouldn't have traded them for anything because somehow those long weeks warped into the most perfect, messed up life he could ever end up with.

And somehow, he was absolutely fine with it.

The End.
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