Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil or Capcom nor do I make money from the content below. This disclaimer will only appear once as I see it fit to prove that I am merely a helpless fan who decided to take matters into her own hands.

Author's Note: On top of everything I'm doing, I decided to begin another story as well as another on top of this one. That would mean three series currently running as well as a Oneshot series- dear me. I certainly hope this is enjoyed!

Diamonds For Tears

.:Chapter 1:.

Visit

Chris had been sleeping as peacefully as anyone could while living in the middle of London. He tossed and turned regularly due to the amount of noise from the cars floors below him but he would eventually get to sleep. Unfortunately, until then, he was doomed to stare at a dark ceiling and listen to the bustling street below. It did not help that he had been put on the night shift ever since Wesker had gone missing. This meant Chris had to shut his blinds, nail large blankets over his windows, and try to pretend it was the middle of the night just to get the slightest bit of rest.

Again, that was not working so well.

Chris squeezed his eyes shut and tried desperately hard to ignore the honking horns, revving engines, and excited chatter that somehowcarried up to the eighth floor of his condo. He was just about to silently begin cursing Jill for talking him into his current position when he heard the distant sound of his door open and close. It took a few seconds for him to realize it was his own but it was most definitely his. The apartment to the right of him was empty as well as the one across from him. The apartment to his left was Jill's and she was currently at the B.S.A.A office.

Slipping his legs from the blankets, he planted his bare feet on his carpeted floor and stood, grabbing his gun from the night stand beside his bed. He was currently shirtless but wearing a loose pair of sweatpants so he was sure he could move around freely if he had to- just in case. He readied his gun as he approached his doorway, hugging the wall as he listened for any sign of intruders; Nothing. If someone was there, they were being silent which meant they had no interest in his belongings.

It did not help that the building he lived in was notorious for housing mostly B.S.A.A members which meant there were heavy security at all times; a simple thief would never get past that.

Chris remained as quiet as he could but the moment he stepped into his hallway with wooden floors, he realized he was at a disadvantage. Every step made a sound as his bare foot slapped against the wood- even as he tried to step softly.

"Well, you certainly aren't very stealthy."

"Wesker!"

Chris sighed and lowered the gun. Despite being annoyed, the moment Wesker stepped into the entrance of the hallway, Chris chuckled dryly. At least he was not wearing his sunglasses- Chris really could not stand them.

"You aren't very good at being sneaky," Chris mused as he walked down the hallway, gun at his side.

"Is that implying that you are?" Albert asked simply causing Chris to sigh as he approached him.

"I'm trying to sleep."

Wesker eyed the handgun in Chris's right hand and smirked, " I can see that."

"I thought you were an intruder."

"But I am, Chris," the blond teased, stepping slightly closer to Chris.

"I'm actually tired, Albert," Chris muttered, his eyes on the taller male.

"If you were tired, you would be asleep."

"If you hadn't broken in, I would be asleep," Chris corrected with a smirk.

"I used a key."

"That you stole."

"To be with you."

Chris sighed and, with nothing else to say he connected his lips with Wesker's. The blond smiled at the win and immediately took control. His hands went to Chris's waist and slowly, they began guiding him back into his bedroom. The brunet reluctantly accepted Albert's guidance as they crossed into Chris's dark room. The brunet slipped his hands up Albert's torso and over his shoulders, lifting the leather jacket from it's place before Wesker shrugged it off and allowed it to fall to the carpeted floor.

"I don't know why you have to wear so many layers of clothes," Chris growled as he broke away from the kiss to search for the zipper that was found just beneath Wesker's chin.

"I have a reputation to upkeep," the blond responded with a smirk.

Chris sighed once Albert's shirt was unzipped and revealed his golden chest through the shadows. Chris could not stop himself from running his fingers over the muscled skin appreciatively. His fingertips dipped into the etched skin and immediately, he returned to a rough kiss with the blond. Wesker nipped at Chris's bottom lip playfully when Chris began clawing at the available chest and the brunet chuckled into the kiss.

Chris heard Wesker's shirt fall to the floor soon after and, eventually, the blonde's belt as well. Wesker gave Chris a soft shove and the back of the brunette's knee collided with the edge of the bed. Chris fell backwards and abruptly ended the kiss with a sigh. Once the brunet heard the unzipping of Wesker's pants, he immediately followed suit and was soon kicking off his own pants.

Wesker joined him in bed and the blond was immediately pulling Chris farther into the bed. Wesker climbed over Chris to reach into his bedside table where a bottle of lubrication lay in wait. Chris pulled Wesker into his lap by the arm and soon had the blond straddling him. Skin on skin was enough to drive the idea of sleep far from Chris's head. Instead, he wrapped his fingers into Wesker's hair and pulled the blond into a sense-heightening kiss.

The blond saw this as an opportunity to open the lube and squeeze it onto his right hand. He placed the tube nearby and rearranged himself over Chris without breaking the kiss. Wesker slipped between Chris's legs, his torso laying atop Chris's. The new position now had Wesker's coated fingers at Chris's entrance.

Chris was no virgin and it had only been several days since they slept together so Wesker inserted two fingers to begin. The brunet moaned into the kiss, accidentally biting Wesker's lip at the unexpected infiltration.

"You could have warned me," Chris panted even as Wesker thrust the fingers in and out of him.

"You would have commanded me to skip the preparation for timely purposes."

"You know me so well," Chris chuckled quietly through sighs of pleasure until a third finger was added. Chris pulled Wesker into a chaste kiss that, inevitably turned into another fierce battle of tongues and teeth.

Wesker removed the fingers once Chris began making moaned pleadings to hasten his actions. The blond retrieved the tube and coated himself in the substance, smirking down at Chris who could not stop worrying his lip in anticipation. Chris gladly opened his legs when Wesker began lining himself to Chris's entrance. Wesker braced himself, his hands grasping at the brunette's hips to keep them in place, before pushing into Chris.

A tight heat engulfed Wesker's member and he hissed in pleasure. Chris, however, was grasping so tightly to the bedspread that he was sure it would rip at some point during the night. Wesker continued until skin slapped skin forcing him to pause. The first time the two had done this, Wesker made the mistake of, quite literally, grabbing Chris so hard he was bruised and fucking him so the brunet could not walk for a week.

Albert had learned his lesson.

"I'm fine," Chris assured him through unsteady pants. "J-Just move.. Or.. S-something."

Wesker obeyed with a quick nod and was soon pulling out only to push back in slowly, growing in speed as he felt Chris relax around him. The blond leaned down to kiss Chris again, allowing the sloppy kiss to continue due to the intimacy of the moment despite the massive clash of teeth. Wesker was surprised to feel nails digging into his shoulders at first until he realized why; Chris was attempting to get the blonde's attention.

A moan from the brunet encouraged Albert and he realized what Chris seemed to want.

The blond pulled from the kiss and, with a smirk, he wrapped Chris's legs around his arms to heave them over his shoulders. Wesker gripped onto the legs, steadied himself, then absolutely let loose on the brunet. Wesker pushed the brunette's knees against Chris's torso as he created a fast, deep, thrusting rhythm.

Wesker was beginning to work up a bit of a sweat and, with that, came louder more obnoxious skin slapping noises with every thrust- a sound that Chris simply reveled in. Before long, Wesker reached around Chris's left leg and grasped the member that stood prominent, red, and completely untouched. A whole new noise escaped Chris and he was coming within moments. Once Chris suddenly tightened, Wesker allowed his own release.

Chris groaned when Wesker pulled out and laid on his stomach beside him, smirking far too smugly.

"Shut up," Chris muttered as he looked down at the white stains that streaked his chest.

"I didn't speak, Chris."

"You didn't have to."

"You cannot possibly say you didn't enjoy that," Wesker mused.

"I didn't say that," Chris retorted. "I just hate the aftermath."

"I could assist you-"

"No. That always turns into shower sex and I really do need to get some sleep eventually."

"I can only stay for a few hours," Wesker warned, sitting up as Chris began to shuffle from the bed.

"Then come with me but no sex."

There was.

Twice.

"There is something wrong, Christopher. It isn't difficult to tell. I've known you-"

"I'm tired, Albert."

The two had just gotten out of the shower and, somehow, the blond had seemed to weasel his way into Chris's mind. Chris had just pulled on his sweat pants and gotten into bed when the blond asked. Chris watched from across the room as Wesker found his drawer in Chris's dresser and pulled out a pair of briefs that he slipped on.

"I may be gone before you awaken, Chris. If you need to talk, now would be the time."

Chris groaned as Wesker slipped into bed.

"It's getting difficult, Albert," Chris whispered, avoiding the blonde's gaze. "I never know when or if I'll see you-"

"I'm working in Africa, Chris."

"You don't think this is messed up?" Chris asked, looking at the blond.

"You understood how this would work from the beginning, Christopher. I wouldn't ask for you to choose sides, you would allow me to continue work-"

"What if we cross paths in our work, Albert? I would have to choose anyway and you know that."

"As would I, Chris."

"And what would you choose?" Chris asked daringly. He almost immediately regretted the question but kept a firm facial expression despite the running contemplation that scared him far more than Wesker's answer did.

"I wouldn't hurt you, Christopher, if that is what you are asking."

"What if you had to?" Chris asked. "What if I came between you and your life's work? Like back in S.T.A.R.S."

"That was different," the blond said quickly, "You know that."

"I know but the B.S.A.A-"

"The B.S.A.A are mistreating you and wasting your abilities. You're exhausted and no longer find interest in your job."

"It's temporary," Chris muttered but sighed at the look given by the blond. "It's ridiculous, I know, but it's their precaution for you. They believe this is the only way to keep you away."

"Obviously not," Wesker stated but Chris ignored the comment.

"I joined the B.S.A.A to save the world from B. and-"

"I've told you multiple times the B.S.A.A is run by Tricell who are working for me."

"Why? Why did you tell me that?" Chris asked in exasperation. "I believed we were doing good."

"I informed you for your own purposes, Christopher. I simply don't want you wasting time on an organization that is lacking the direction you wish to proceed in. I want you to feel that you can join me if nothing else."

Chris laid back and exhaled heavily. His eyes scanned the room before landing on the heavily draped window. It was pathetic if you really thought about it. Chris was forbade by Jill of leaving because she was convinced Wesker was after him. Of course, Chris tried time after time to explain to her that Wesker had other things to worry about than them for now but she was convinced he was in some sort of denial and ordered guards around the apartment building.

It was appalling.

"It went beyond what we agreed on."

"I believe those lines are beginning to blur, Chris."

"They aren't suppose to. This is all wrong."

Despite Chris's increase in stress, he looked up at Albert and, like clockwork, the blond obeyed and wrapped his arms around him before laying comfortably beside him. They remained intertwined for a while, Chris biting at his lower lip and Wesker observing him with interest. The blond smirked at the brunet when Chris looked up at him and rolled his eyes at the look of complete interest Wesker had planted on his face.

"I don't want to do what you do. I don't want to hurt people or see them being hurt-"

"I've been doing chemistry work, Christopher. I've yet to find a permanent solution to my unstable virus issue."

"That's it?"

"Among other things. That is my current priority, however."

Chris shrugged and pulled himself tighter against the blond. True, Wesker was far from being much of a 'cuddle type' but Chris could not possibly care during times like these. After all, who knew when the two would see each other again?

"How much longer do you have?"

"Several weeks. Tricell has a large variety of black market antivirus and I'm currently testing with it. Remember the woman I mentioned?"

"The Italian woman?"

"Yes."

"What about her?"

Neither of the two exchanged much information about their current work situation but times like this were far too civil and they tended to enjoy talking about their days apart. Chris could mention Jill by name but gave no other personal information about her. Albert could hardly do the same so he described the people to Chris instead and well.. This particular woman was very bothersome to Chris. Albert and Chris's relationship was strange and abnormal as it was but the blonde's coworkers were going to be the end of Chris if he was honest.

The brunet vaguely understood the couple were, to put it lightly, fucked when it came to having any sort of future. One of them would have to make a choice but both men were stubborn and happy in their current situation- well… Albert was, anyway, but that was besides the point. This woman that Albert worked with made having said relationship with a certain blond far harder than it should have been.

"She believes the researchers may be getting farther with making the progenitor virus more adaptable."

"Shouldn't they be working on making the virus inside you more adaptable?"

"They are, indirectly. In the process, they are making various serums to control the virus. That's what I use to experiment with."

"I hate that woman," Chris said absentmindedly causing Albert to chuckle.

"You cannot possibly be jealous," Wesker said matter-of-factly.

"I don't know what you do in Africa with her when you aren't here. From the way you talk about her-"

"I absolutely despise her. She is unbearable, far too affectionate, and is constantly reminded of your existence so she keeps at bay."

"She better or else…" Chris muttered, trailing off as he relaxed his head against the pillow again.

"Or else what? You will suddenly visit me in Africa and take her place? It would be interesting to see you in a loose dress and heels but we could give it an attempt."

Chris chuckled warmly and shook his head.

"I could invade with the B.S.A.A and have them kill her," Chris offered with a smile.

"They would kill me too."

"Quiet. Let me have my moment. Sometimes I like to pretend we're somewhat normal and the organization that I work for doesn't want to destroy the organization you work for," Chris said before sighing. "I suppose it's stupid to pretend."

"Perhaps. Are you considering joining me?"

"I told you-"

"You seem interested. I'm simply asking," Albert stated defensively.

Chris paused and looked up at the blond again who returned the gaze. A shiver was sent through the brunet and he fought back a goofy grin. Albert looked at him in a way that revealed his passion and love for Chris- it was real. Chris was not just a quick fuck- hell, he lived halfway across the world- nor was he some game. Albert genuinely wanted Chris to join him so they could finally have the relationship that Chris sometimes dreamed about; the relationship he deserved to have.

"Yes, I'm considering it. I would be leaving behind-"

"Your life. I understand, Christopher. I am truly sorry to ask this of you."

"If that were true, you would be considering the same thing," Chris muttered with a sigh.

"I have in the past."

"Really?"

"Of course. I learned from a friend that you cannot simply forfeit your life for work."

"William, of course," Chris said with a fond smile.

It had been a while but Albert used to tell stories of William Birkin, a friend from his youth. He, like many others, fell in Raccoon City but it was his own fault and he left behind a young daughter and wife, both who were neglected heavily. Albert even admitted that, at the time, he had not seen what William was doing as wrong, he had even encouraged William to continue with his work, but it was different now. Albert held Chris, especially, in much higher regard than William ever did with his wife.

"Indeed. He was quite the role model for relationships. I never bothered with them, I was too busy building a life for myself but he wanted-"

"He wanted the best of both worlds and couldn't handle it. From what you've told me, I know that much," Chris said with a sad sigh. "I wish I could have met him."

"You were rather close to, actually. He was far too involved in his work to obey Spencer's orders but he was told to visit Irons multiple times to update on how G was progressing. I doubt you would have enjoyed his company he was-"

"A bit like you from what I hear."

"No, no. We were rather different. Our personalities rivaled each other but our goals were much the same," Albert explained with a shrug.

"So why did you decide against leaving Africa?"

"Truthfully?" Albert asked, looking down at Chris to see the man nod. "Tricell is much like Umbrella-"

"But aren't you in control of them?"

"I have no control over the company, simply the scientists who are provided to me by the Italian woman you despise. She fears me far too much to say anything but she possibly holds more power over me than she realizes."

"Couldn't you just-" Chris began but Albert's chuckling made him pause a moment. "-Kill her?"

"I'm waiting for an opportune moment to rid myself of her. Perhaps when you decide to join me?"

"Albert…" Chris sighed, looking up at him sadly.

The whole situation was heartbreaking. Within the hour, Albert Wesker would be on his way back to Africa and Chris would be deskwork for Jill and the B.S.A.A. He wanted to remain working against the viruses and the black market that now held them (according to Wesker). Chris also drowned in the idea that Tricell was controlling the B.S.A.A. Wesker making the comparison to Umbrella was really on mark and that terrified Chris to no extent. He was part of just another S.T.A.R.S and he had to get out.

Not before getting Jill out, though.

"What are your thoughts?" Albert asked carefully, examining the troubled male beside him.

"I want to join you," Chris said apprehensively accompanied by short pauses between each word.

The sentence sank in, slowly but surely, and the look on Albert's face twisted from surprised to happy within seconds of each other causing Chris to give a nervous laugh. The blond straightened and, without a word, was suddenly pulling the brunet into a tight embrace. This action certainly did not happen often and Chris relaxed into the grip and clutched at the exposed chest he was being pulled against. He slowly felt the fear of the sudden change leave him but Chris simply could not help worry about Jill. Would she take his advice? Would she even believe him? He did not know.

"N-Not yet, exactly. I need to wrap some things up here, first so I can't-"

"-Return with me, I'm aware."

"Give me a week," Chris said, curling into Wesker's warm body as the blond continued to hold him.

"Very well. I will return in a week. You may rest, now, if you wish."

Chris took the offer and allowed himself to rest despite knowing the blond would be gone when he woke up.

And of course, he was.