Alright, first things first. I do not own Capcom nor Resident Evil, because if I did, it will be one, big, gay videogame.
Another thing, this story is YAOI [male-male romance]. The three main characters in this fanfic are: William Birkin, Albert Wesker, and Chris Redfield.
This story also contains a lot of cursing and then some, so beware. XD
Also, NO FLAMING PLEASE.
Lastly, I thank thee in advance for reading my story, and liking it/faving it would be an added bonus to me, so thank you very much!
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He woke up with a start.
After a disturbing dream concerning his past, he was back to reality and basked in the moment; all those times he was reluctant of admitting to himself that he was afraid of losing whatever he had right now, and if he wasn't careful enough just like before, these moments will only become a part of his memories—bittersweet, bittersweet memories.
Not long ago when he decided to finally stop and thought that he's had enough—to step out of the shadows and let go of darkness' long embrace; after all, he was known for his dark reputation as the harbinger of madness and evil, and he knew that he wasn't getting any younger. Although it hurts his pride that much, he had to admit that none of his plans have come to fruition; not a single one of them! He was intelligent, manipulative, and he was almost a genius, but then, it wasn't contributing much to help him stop in his failures.
He snapped out of his thoughts and shook it off. He might go insane if he contemplated on them for too long and for too much; besides, everything will be put into his past, he decided. It was a new day. For now, he would live in the present with a new-found relationship where he himself was surprised at whom he shared it with at the end of the day.
The sunlight trickled through the blinds and onto their bodies, the blankets barely covering their nudity underneath. He flung one eye open before the other followed suit. He turned to his sleeping lover and stared at him for a few moments—the new man in his life who brought a piece of an old story into this new relationship. He looked peaceful—and peace made him feel like a stranger. Nevertheless, he could say he was starting to enjoy it right now; it's something that he'd learn to get used to hopefully very soon. He then turned his attention onto the digital clock on their bed side; its face read "8:30" and it made him fully awake—not for himself, but for the man beside him, "oh my god! You're about to get late!"
Chris Redfield practically flew off the bed and scampered around while he pulled up his boxers. He charged into the bathroom and was halfway into stepping inside the shower when he stopped and realized what the date was. He went back out to the bedroom and leaned on the doorframe, giving a playful stink-eye to Wesker who sat in the bed with his knees up against his chest. Even Chris was mesmerized to see the man he once swore as his nemesis, to be this relaxed and laid-back, let alone to become his lover.
"What are you staring at? Do you really want to say goodbye to your job?" The blonde asked flatly.
"No, but I think you ought to say goodbye to our old calendar," Chris replied while pointing at the said outdated calendar on the wall. He took it down on the process and rejoined the other man on the bed, giving him a light kiss on the shoulder as he wrapped his arms around him. Things have been hard since they got together. Since the big staged fight in Africa three years ago, they were constantly on the move trying to find the safest state for them to live in. Chris knew that he cannot just simply quit his job—as much as it pains him to not be with Wesker all the time and spend the rest of their lives together in retirement, it was still too early; besides, he loved his job; even though it consumed most of his time. The older man never complained, though. He knew that one of the ways that he could get back to Chris was to let him do whatever is good for the world, and he was the only exception. He just sighed at the fact that if he was still the old Albert Wesker as he was before, they'd probably be killing each other already. Love is far stronger than them, and for its sake both men forgot each other's pasts.
They never left the U.S though, since Chris was serving the North American division of the BSAA. The States was the closest to the headquarters at a safe distance—and speaking of the organization, the BSAA doesn't have any idea of his affair with the notorious blonde they went after with, and Wesker's records in the BSAA pronounced him as "Deceased". That was all that was needed for them to close his case. Not even Chris' colleagues Jill Valentine or Sheva Alomar knew about anything, and he wasn't planning on telling about it to his sister Claire, either—not for now, at least. It was all too fragile. Since then they were too preoccupied in concealing their relationship that little things such as replacing old calendars received no attention at all.
"You need to relax, it's my day-off today," Chris assured as he pressed the older man against his chest. He knew how stressed Wesker was and that this was the price of 'eloping', but he was ready to stand for it—especially now that he was certain that he had fallen for his former captain the second time around, "just give us more time, all of this is gonna end and we're gonna make it through, okay?" Chris reassured as he gave the other man a long kiss on the forehead, "we'll make it, I promise." He ran his fingers through locks of blonde hair and held him tighter, as if expressing his want to never let go through the trying times.
Although Wesker had heard this promise more than a hundred time before from Chris, he never really grew tired of it. It may be false hope that radiated from those words, but it made him feel better everytime—it's probably because it's been more than thirty years ago since he had those words said to him, and he held on to that promise for a short time. He would've wished that Chris would do differently than his former lover whom he lost twice— first to a woman which that lover decided to marry for some reason, and second, losing the same man to a horrible tragedy back in Raccoon City.
It was good while it lasted, and the image of William Birkin flashed into his mind; he gave him his love and the other gave it back to him along with his heartache.
Suddenly, it felt like 1977 all over again.