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"Looking at it won't make it grow any faster."

Chris rolls his eyes as he looks over at Wesker, a deep frown tugging at his lips showing how much he hates the situation. If Chris knew Wesker better, he would say the captain looks highly amused and Chris hates that. They are in Chris' small apartment, in his bed room. Chris in front of a mirror and the blonde man seated on the S.T.A.R.S members bed. He wearing his usual dark shirt and pants, his jacket over the chair next to Chris' bed.

"You're fault Wesker." Chris hisses between his thin lips, blue eyes glaring into the man's shades, not caring that he can't see Wesker's blue eyes through the mirror.

Wesker smirks- the smirk that does two different feelings for Chris. The younger man can't decide if to punch the smirk from Wesker's lips are kiss it. Damn the sexy blonde. Chris can't help but growl. Blue eyes move away from Wesker's' reflection on the mirror Chris is standing in front of, his eyes going back to the trouble he walked into and what it means for both their future.

It's the unexpected arms circling around Chris that his him flinch, Wesker wrapping his arms Chris' frame while the open palm of his hands rest on Chris' slightly curving stomach. Wesker can feel the difference in Chris' expanding waist, which was what Chris was staring at. S.T.A.R.S point man had a body of steal, the younger man working his hardest to keep in shape, and the fact he's been doing this for years. Now his stomach feels soft to the touch, and the lower part of it curving ever so slightly. It isn't something that is immediately noticeable, but Wesker knows Chris' body, and he can feel the changes when he touches Chris' expanding middle making room for what is growing inside.

Just as quickly that Wesker's hands settle on Chris does the younger man push his arms off him, spinning around on his heels with a heated glare. "This is your fault. All of it!" He says in a high tone, clearly angry at the older man. "If you weren't- weren't-" Chris fumbles for the right word, "probing-"

"Experimenting." Wesker clarifies.

"Whatever!" Chris counters, "This wouldn't have happened!"

Wesker nods his head. It's true. It is his fault. He invited Chris to his house, where he was experimenting on the new life forms and Bio Organic Weapons. Chris is too curious for his own good, and ended up stepping into his lab after Wesker went to check if the chicken was ready. It was supposed to be a simple dinner date at his house. The kid moved around his house much better than Wesker anticipated and by the time Wesker found Chris, he had already bumped into his small lab.

It happened so quickly, one second they are in each other's throats, yelling and screaming, well from Chris' end, Wesker was compose as always and tried to answer every question with the truth. Because Bio Organic Weapons is the future to man kind. And the next second they are having angry sex. Wesker was careless, and it was the second time for that night, something the blond is not known for, and when he is careless it leads to drastic consequence, like Chris finding out the truth about his experiments and lifting the younger man onto a lab table and accidentally breaking a glass cylinder full of a dark yellow liquid all over Chris' back.

At that moment Wesker was too into Chris to care, and Chris was so lost he barely even noticed. But after their heated passion Wesker then grew worried over the younger man, making him go through countless test. The results were satisfying. Chris was perfectly fine, that is until a two months later. Chris didn't tell Wesker, the blonde man finding out on his own. When Chris failed to arrive early for the third day in a row, Wesker found out his number one S.T.A.R.S member has been feeling ill. Without even missing a beat he got Chris to go through another set of test and found something interesting, or in Chris' words, horrendous. There is a small parasite growing inside the young S.T.A.R.S member.

Chris' frown only deepens when he notices Wesker in deep thought. "Get this thing out of me." Chris hisses under his breath, blue eyes once again glaring daggers at the man.

"Tsk, tsk." Wesker says with a shake of his head. "Now Chris, we still don't know what it is. What's growing inside of you, it could be a parasite, or-" Slipping off his shades, Wesker takes a deep breath but before he could answer, Chris is already taking his words from his mouth and saying more.

"Or it can be our kid! Do you hear yourself Wesker?" Chris asks, blue eyes widening in a state of panic. "You're asking me to have some kind of creature, or our kid! Both of these sound crazy!" The pointman declares obviously, his breath slowly speeding up. "This is crazy, this all sounds crazy!"

Gentle hands reach out to touch the S.T.A.R.S member, but Chris is swatting Wesker's hands from next to him. "Don't fucking touch me! This is all your fault! You did this to me!" Chris holds his chest, fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt, a desperate plea taking his blue eyes. "You did this to me! I hate you- I h-" Chris' words are cut in his throat when he sees the hurt flash across Wesker's eyes before the blonde man slips on his shades again. His lips part slowly, blue reflecting the regret of the words that just left his lips, "Wesker, I- You know I didn't mean to…"

It's bad enough he said those words, but seeing the hurt behind the blonde man's eyes, that's something Chris could never allow to pass.

"No- Chris, you're right." Wesker pulls Chris close, making the younger man's nose awkwardly press against the older man's broad chest, his arms pinned under Wesker's. "I promise, that if what's growing inside you is not our kid, I'll get rid of it." He says low enough for Chris to find comfort. "But please don't kill something that could be ours." Wesker's blue eyes meet with Chris' when the younger man looks up at the man. "Please."

Chris has never heard Wesker plead, nor has he ever heard so much pain in the man's voice. A part of him wants to give in, but his heart is beating wildly and he knows Wesker can feel it because of how close they are pressed together. "I'm scared." Chris hates to look weak, especially in front of Wesker, but he can't hold it any longer and he needs to say those words. Looking at himself in the mirror and repeating those words, I'm scared, as he watches his waist expand isn't doing anything for him.

"I know. And I won't leave you, Chris. I promise. I'll be right here, and I'll be in control of the whole situation. I won't lose you."

Slowly Chris nods his head, eyes closing as he let's Wesker's warmth and comforting hand secure him. "Ok." He mumbles into Wesker. "Ok."