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Summary: Much to Wesker's disdain, Sergei has taken a liking to a cat found wandering about the Umbrella facility. Sergei/Wesker

WARNING: Implied dude/dude romance! And a cat named Albert...even though the concept of Wesker having a cat named after him has been done before! If you don't like either, go away!

For clarification, this isn't a sequel to Я люблю Вас. That's coming up later.

And now for your feature presentation. :3

Chapter 1: Here, Kitty Kitty

Wesker had wondered just what it was Sergei wanted to show him in his office, but he never would've guessed what actually lay in wait for him. The blond stood wordlessly in the doorway, watching as Sergei sat behind his desk, cuddling the furry feline sitting in his arms and showering him with such fondness. It seemed almost strange to Wesker that Sergei would act so sweet towards a small animal, but wouldn't hesitate to act inhumanely violent and cruel to a person.

"What is that?" Wesker inquired, pointing at the white and golden-orange creature.

"A cat." The Russian replied, keeping his eye on the animal. He smiled and chuckled when the cat began to purr louder than it was before as he scratched it behind the ears. "Isn't he lovely?"

"I had no idea you were a cat person." Wesker stated as his eyebrow shot up in interest.

"I love animals, comrade." Sergei sounded as if it were the most obvious statement to make. "Don't you?"

"I'm not much of a cat person." He sauntered over to the desk and sat on the edge, careful of the objects methodically placed upon its surface. "Where did you find it?"

"Rather funny story, comrade. One of the guards said he just found the cat wandering about the facility late last night."

"God..." Wesker groaned, subtly shaking his head and rest a hand against his forehead. "Our security is very primitive if a CAT can get in."

"Someone left the door open over by the labs and if I recall correctly, you the last one out, weren't you?" Sergei smirked at him, the leer stretching slightly as the researcher's face fell.

Flustered, Wesker frowned and said, "Just put that thing back outside where it belongs."

It was Sergei's turn to frown. "'He,' comrade. Not 'it.' And he is not returning outside."

"And why not?"

"I'm keeping him." He gave the feline an affectionate stroke, gliding his hand down the back of his neck and over the soft fur of his back. "He is my pet from now on."

"Sergei, you can't be serious, can you? That thing came from outside. It could have fleas, ticks, mange, something of the like." To Wesker's surprise, his remark earned him a nasty glare from the Russian.

"Comrade," Sergei began, his tone matching his expression. "I don't want to hear it. You may not like cats, but please keep the snide remarks to yourself because whether you like it or not, the cat is staying. He is perfectly fine from what I can see but as a precaution, I'm taking him to the vet tomorrow."

Wesker sighed. "Very well, then."

"He's very nice. Here." Sergei scooped the cat up and held him out to Wesker. "Say hello to him."

"I am not saying hello to something that cannot understand me." The blond grumbled dryly. A frown was etched on his face as he stared the cat in the eye, their noses mere inches apart. In an almost friendly gesture, the cat let out a soft mewl, staring back at Wesker with his bright eyes of gold.

Sergei couldn't help the smile that found a home on his lips. "He likes you."

"Lovely," was Wesker's lackluster response.

A moment later, the researcher's face scrunched up in a grimace as the cat affectionately extended his tongue and gave the tip of the human's nose a soft lick. The sandpaper-like feeling of the flat, pink flesh almost made Wesker want to shudder. Sergei seemed quite pleased with the cat's actions and he pulled the animal back, setting him on his lap.

"I don't see why you would hate cats, comrade." The elder man murmured absentmindedly. "You're a lot like them."

"Name one thing that I have in common with cats." He quickly added, "Other than the eyes."

"You're quite flexible, just like a cat." Sergei leered at him deviously.

The frown returned to Wesker's face. "In the throws of passion, anyone can be flexible. As long as pleasure is being received, a person could even pull their ankles behind them to their shoulders and they wouldn't care."

"Interesting philosophy, comrade. Would you like to try that out tonight? Have your ankles pulled up to your shoulders from behind as I provide you pleasure?" He smirked once more.

"Oh, shut up." Wesker stood up. "I need to get back to work now. I'll see you later, Sergei."

"Bye, comrade."

As he headed for the door, Wesker heard Sergei say, "Albert," in a reprimanding manner. He turned to ask what he'd done, vaguely thinking it was odd because Sergei had never called him by his first name before, when the Russian explained he was talking to that cat, who had tried to knock something off the desk.

Wesker was rendered momentarily speechless before he found his voice. "Sergei...Does that cat seriously have the same name as me?"

I apologize for the chapter being so short. Please be sure to leave a review, dear readers! :D