A/N: Why, HELLO Readers! =)
This is a fanfic I made while RP'ing with a good friend of mine. I lost it, she wanted to give up on it, but I liked the idea...SO I WROTE IT! YAY!
I have not written a story in English since a VERY long time, so I red some fanfics to see how they inputted thought and speeches.
This is amateur stuff, you know, for fun! I did try to make this as comprehensible as possible.
My vocabulary is somewhat lacking =x! This A/U, starting from Before Mansion, I do not know if I will get to Africa, maybe...
Depending on what kind of reviews I get, Positive or Negative, I might continue it, make a side story or drop it completely.
Chris X Wesker, Indeed this is a Yaoi.
Anyways, R&R, if you want to leave tips; I'll be more then glad to read them. Oh and this is Officially my First Fic...HOOORRAYYY~!
Disclaimer: Resident evil Is not mine (Should be though!) but Capcom's. I'd love to own Wesker...as well as Piers... Hummm *Dreamy*
It was a warm, sunny day in Raccoon City, a stressed young brown haired man was running past the crowd. He was in a rush and it seemed that he would likely run over you, if you didn't move out of his way. No No...NO I HAVE TO RUN FASTER!
He ran, made a quick sharp turn and took a huge in-take of air inside his burning lungs. He saw people in line and got his bum in it too. At least I won't be late.
He was heading towards the Raccoon City Police department for an interview with the S.T.A.R.S Captain, Albert Wesker. The bus arrived 1 minute after he got there, he was lucky to not have missed it. After a short bus ride, the brunet stepped out the vehicle to see the front gates of the RPD.
He looked around nervously and stared at his watch... I got 5 minutes to get there, I should have woken up earlier, he was disappointed at himself for not being there in time. He walked passed the gates rapidly, intent to not lose anymore precious time. Chris opened the RPD's main entrance and went through the RPD's door. In front of him was the receptionist desk, where a pretty brunette sat, chatting with a blonde man; barely older than him, maybe 4 or 5 years.
Chris shyly went to the receptionist's desk and waited for her to acknowledge him. "Hello there! Is there anything I could do to help you, sir?"
Chris replied in a rushed voice, "Yea.. hum... sorry to bother you, but would you kindly tell me how to reach the S.T.A.R.S Office, I need to meet Mister Albert Wesker." The blonde man looked at him.
"Oh, I know how to get there, I am part of the S.T.A.R.S too." Chris looked at the man and gleefully smiles, "Would be great, thank you very much, Sir."
"No problem, see you soon, Jennifer." The receptionist smiled sadly seeing him leaving with Chris.
The brunet followed his senior into a corridor that lead to stairs that stopped at the second floor, Chris was trying to hide his nervousness, but he couldn't stop thinking. I AM SO LATE... And I heard the S.T.A.R.S captain was an asshole...hah man...this sucks. He was so lost in his train of thought that when they arrived in front a door that the blond man opened, it lead to an office in which Chris entered without noticing the little identification plate on which was written a name.
He then felt the door being closed. Wait...an office...oh...SHIT, he couldn't stop himself from face-palming linking the office to the blond man...for sure, he's Albert Wesker.
Captain Wesker wasn't impressed, he made his way to his chair and sat down."Sit" he said roughly and commandingly which Chris did and fast, not wanting to make any more bad impressions."You are 15 Minutes late, can you explain why, Christopher Redfield?" He was firm while speaking, making Chris jump. "I am very sorry, my car is in the garage, getting fixed and my...hum...alarm clock didn't wake me up, I recently moved in a new apartment, I had to unpack. Once again, I am sorry for this mishap" Chris apologized.
"You were recommended by Barry Burton was it...? " Wesker took a folder with a file in it, he took a glimpse and glanced at Chris for a split second before giving the report his full attention.
"So, mister Redfield, you were in the air force?" Chris nodded quickly in response. "You are skilled pilot and a great marksman but you were removed from the air force because...you lack... "He paused and stared right at Chris and narrowed his eyes behind is shades "discipline?" Chris grimaced at what Wesker just said, Arg, annoying.
"With all due respect sir, I am more than capable to be on this team, I have all the requirement needed, and I don't believe I have a 'disciplinary' problem. I won't disobey, if you know what you are doing, but if I don't see something eye-to-eye, we might have a problem, but I just KNOW you are a capable man, sir" Chris commented, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
It was as If he knew something the captain didn't, Wesker narrowed his eyes, again. How dare he speak to me in such a tone, hum, he seems capable...but can I really take in someone who might endanger the team? He thought for a moment as he placed his shades back into place.
"Alright then, I want you here 8 AM SHARP, here is your uniform and your gun" Wesker opened a drawer where he picked up the items to give them to the younger man, who took them rapidly, turning his heels "All right, sweet heart, I'll be here at 8 O CLOCK sharp, good evening..." Chris got up from the chair, carrying his new belongings, opened the door, got out the office and left the RPD. Wesker look at the chair dumbfound, "I swear...guys like him...are too much work ". The captain proceeded to finish completing some documents before going home.
" AH! FUCK MY LIFE "Chris yelled. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME, I am so going to be LATE! Chris zoomed out the apartment at top speed, running again to take the bus. Why car, why aren't you ready yet! He silently cursed making it to the bus station before the bus had pass.
He let out a frustrated sigh when the bus came in view, it was full but he had no choice, he had to take it. Why am I so unlucky? The bus is so full...humm...soft. A woman was being squeezed between him and another person behind her. Well...I might be late...but I am feeling a pair of boobs on my back, I think I am already calmed down. Chris smiled at the wonderful feeling while Albert was slightly annoyed, everyone was there...aside...
"Christopher..." He said the name in a barely audible manner. It was still 10 minutes before 8 AM but...aren't your employees supposed to get at work at LEAST 15 minutes earlier.
After some long minutes, suddenly, the office door opened showing an exerted Christopher Redfield. "How was the run, Christopher?" Wesker peeked at his watch, 10 minutes late. He narrowed his eyes, "Everyone, we are moving out." He glared at Chris hard enough to make Chris quiver in fear, making him bite his lower lip. "You, Redfield, I must speak with you." Everyone got up and left. Barry eyed Chris mouthing 'Idiot' before getting out the S.T.A.R.S office.
"Mister Redfield, you were 10 minutes late, so I'm going to have to punish you." Chris stared at his captain. Asshole, Wesker continued, "While the team will be taking care of a hostage situation, YOU will make the report, understood?" The brunet rolled his eyes,"fine." Chris made his way to his desk and opened his computer while Wesker left to meet up with the team outside. As if I am staying here, I am so sneaking out. Chris got up, went to get his gear and suited up when suddenly someone crept inside the office. " Where do you think you are going, Christopher?" Chris was surprised and jumped a little.
"I was just trying out my gear sir, you know, just trying to start the report later..." Chris laughed a bit and was trying to not be too suspicious. " Do you think I am stupid Christopher? It's obvious you were going to try and sneak out. Chris gulped, "Sir, I swear I was not going to-" He was cut mid sentence. "You are coming with me Christopher, let's go!" He urged the brunet towards the office's door. 'I can't even leave him alone, I swear...
The two joined the team and left off for their mission. It was at the Raccoon mall, some thieves were trying to steal a computer store. They had their hands on a hostage and S.T.A.R.S had to try to negotiate to get the hostage back.
As soon as they arrived at the scene, they went to the store to find only one of the thieves with the hostage. "Everyone disperse, find the other thieves, I can handle this man on my own."
The team dispersed aside, Chris, who stayed right next to Wesker. "What do you think you are doing Christopher?"
"I am staying near you. You can't tell me you can handle a man with a hostage alone?" Chris replied "Of course I can, but if you want to assist me, I won't stop you." They stopped arguing at that and Chris charged towards the man. Chris was disarming him and a shot came out. The hostage was free and ran off, in panic, to safety. Chris was now cuffing the thief he then turned his back to see, in horror, his boss lying on the floor.
He ran to Wesker's side, feeling his neck to see if there was a pulse, which he found, but it was terribly faint. Fuck, is he breathing? He brought his fingers near his mouth and felt nothing, Shit shit shit! "Someone, call an ambulance, NOW!" An employee, who was outside the store, came in the shop to dial 911 while Chris had to do CPR on his boss. How did this go, count to 3, open mouth, then blow air in it, then restart the procedure..OK, got it!
The brunet proceeded giving the blond man CPR, after 2-3 minute, his captain came back to his senses, he coughed blood... "Arrgg..." He was gasping for air, his breaths were ragged.
"Boss, are you -" Wesker immediately interrupted him, "How his the team and the civilians?"
"They are fine, sir." Chris stared at his boss worried. Damn why is he thinking of us, he's the one injured. "Good that is all that matters...uurk." Wesker's coughed more blood. "Sir, please shut up and conserve your energy, we called an ambulance, it should be here soon."
Chris was already hearing the siren blaring outside. "See, they are here, sir! Please hang on." Paramedics rushed in the store where Wesker and Chris were, they had brought an stretcher, Chris helped them set Wesker on it and saw them leave for the hospital in a hurry. Chris felt dreadful. Because of him and his disobedience, his captain was shot. He went to the hospital with everyone else to get his status. Rebecca, who was the team medic, went to go see the doctors who were treating their captain.
After 10 minutes, she came back to the team to explain that Wesker needed extensive care and wouldn't get out of the hospital before four to five days. Barry went to Chris and asked him if he was OK after hearing from Rebecca and he simply nodded. "Chris, what happened, happened. It's in the past. Now... you need to reflect on what you did wrong for this accident to happen and find a solution... Anyways, I'll see you at work, take care." Everyone was now leaving aside, Chris, who stayed in the hospital alone.
2 hours later, a nurse went to see Chris to inform him that Wesker had, now, is own room.
So he went into Wesker's room to see his boss, who came back from extensive care. The young man brought a chair, which was in a corner of the room, near wesker's bed and he noticed his captain's glasses were laying on the side table.
I am so sorry boss...I never thought I could actually, hurt you like that, I was so irresponsible. Chris narrowed his eyes to finally close them and sighed while bringing his right hand on one of Wesker's hand, feeling them. Soft... Chris flushed a bright red color.
What the hell...is wrong with me?! He shook his head in attempt to change ideas. I have to make up for this, I can't leave him alone. I am going to take responsibility; I will make myself available, after work, to help him with anything and everything he has difficulty to accomplish. He made his resolve and fell asleep there, his head lying on the border of the bed, where Wesker laid.
After some hours, the hand under Redfield's moved a bit, awaking him up. "Boss?" Chris spoke softly as he was checking his watch: 4H30 A.M.
Wesker was waking up from his slumber. His eyes were twitching, he opened them a little to blink then he opened them completely. "Christopher? What are you doing here?" His voice was rasp and crackling as if his throat was dry.
"I stayed here, I am responsible for what happened to you, I am terrible sor-" Wesker stopped him right in his tracks by cutting him, like he always does. "It's alright, it's in the past now, at least now you learned your lesson." Wesker concluded as he brought his hands to his eyes to rub them.
"Still, I will take responsibility for this; I will come every day after my shifts to help you, in any ways possible. Also, I promise to never disobey, any, of your orders, sir." Chris stared deeply into his boss's grey-blue eyes, It's the first time I see them, his eyes, they are ...beautiful.
Christopher's eyes went wide and he blushed a little. He turned his face away from his boss' face so that he wouldn't see his embarrassed expression.
Wesker rose one of his eyebrows, Was he...blushing? Oh...Christopher... The captain smirked, he knew what to do. I am very good looking; many of my females' cohorts talk about me. How they would like to have me as a partner, even my men have admiration towards me...but you Chris...I feel this could become so much more...to have someone this loyal...would have its benefits...
"Hey, Christopher...I... am a bit thirsty. Could you get me some water?" Wesker asked in a barely audible tone. Chris turned around to see is boss messaging his throat. "Oh, of course, one moment please." Chris got up from his chair, marched towards the door and while walking, he remembered the location of a vending machine.
Wesker was waiting and let himself drift in his thought, He must feel...a lot for me...I want him as a partner...He'll be loyal... if he fell for me, it would make his partnership even more enjoyable and practical. Footsteps outside his room brought him back from his thoughts Already here...good. I can...make him...mine, Wesker smiled at his idea. Chris was making his way back with a bottle of water; he had to make a detour to the cafeteria to get a cup.
Arriving at the captain's room, he went directly at Wesker's side. He uncapped the bottle, poured some of liquid inside the cup, filling it. Wesker spoke in his cracking voice, "I don't have enough strength to pick the cup, could you bring it to my mouth, please?" Chris stared at his boss, mind blown, I...I...I have to bring the cup to his mouth...why does this... happen to me...this is already awkward, at it is!? Chris' though seem to reflect on his face, since the captain made an effort to take the cup from his younger subordinate's hand...and almost dropped it. Thanks to Chris' reflex, there were no incidents.
"It's okay. I understand, please just relax, I'll help you drink from the cup" Chris smiled at his boss, who made an effort to take the cup with his own strength. He doesn't gives up, he's more than fit to be my captain.
He gently brought the cup to Wesker's mouth, tilting it a little so that the water could glide into his mouth. Letting some of the excess water drip from his mouth, slowly trickling down his chin, which made Chris blush a little. Wesker had closed his eyes to enjoy the clear, chilly liquid that was flowing through is throat. When he re-opened his eyes, he saw Chris faint glow on his face.
Wesker felt genuinely happy at Chris' reaction, "Thank you, Christopher." Wesker smiled softly has the sun's ray where brushing his pale face, giving him a reddish-golden hue making his face seemed like it was glowing. Chris help but to hold his breath at how his boss was the epitome of beauty, it seemed so unreal.
He's...so beautiful... Chris was at loss of words to describe how wonderful his captain looked with all this scenery and snapped out of his trance when he heard his boss speak. "Chris, its 6 AM, you should be heading towards the RPD..." Chris felt a pang in his heart. "Yea, I should. Well boss, take care, I'll see this after noon." He stared at his boss, smiled then started walking towards the door, closing it as he left, leaving the captain to his though.
..I really want him...Christopher...you will...be mine...mine to love...mine to own... Wesker smiled to himself at that though and closed his eyes to try and fall back to sleep.
A/N: Well, that is it for now, I hope you have enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Honestly, I did Re-edit it many times due to corrupted files, weird sounding sentences, repetitive words...bah!
Actually Chapter 2 and 3 are already made but I'll wait a little before posting them.
By the way... I Seem to have an Obsession with the ... (Ellipsis), is that good?
Don't forget to R&R please ;)! Tell me my Strenght and weakness', I need to know. This is good practice.
Thank you for reading my story!
