I'm going to give it a try. A serious try. A story, perhaps no longer than three chapters, in the genres Romance, Hurt/Comfort and a slight, non-cracking addiction of humor.
Doing this because this is what I really want to write, but I was always afraid to post it, because I don't want to seem incapable?

The reviews on Affection made me feel a little more sure about it, so I thought.... Why the hell not.

Disclaimer: I do not own Wesker or Krauser. I really wish I owned them, but hey... A girl can (day)-dream right?

Warnings:Boylove. Wesker x Krauser again. Kind of like the sequel to Affection. Also, more implied abuse. And, for once, actual romance. Oh, and slight OOC-ness, however, this is caused by Wesker's really bad day. The man does have emotions, and I intend on showing some.
Oh God, this has fluff. Yaoish fluff.

It might be better if you read or have read Affection, but it's not really necessary.

Please do enjoy.

It was still freezing outside. Snowflakes filled the air and piled up in corners as the cold, biting wind blew them all over the place. The grass had practically turned to ice by now, and it was pretty much impossible to walk around outside without risking starting to slide away and landing on the cold, frosty earth.

Wesker had always liked the winter. He had liked it so much, because during winter people would wear lots of clothes, reducing the chances of him making skin to skin contact with anyone. During the summer that was something that would actually bother him. The thought of accidently having to take the bus, accidently having to sit to next to someone he didn't know, bothered him.

Nobody knew about this, and Wesker did not plan on having anyone find out about that little fear either because that would show his vulnarable side. And that was one thing he hated more than touching other people.

Wesker wasn't vulnarable. He was to be God. And Gods are strong.

The only one to have known about that particular side of the blond man was Jack Krauser. Jack had, for some odd reason, somehow earned the older man's trust, or at least a part of it. And as much as Wesker hated it, it also made him feel less alone.

"I fell on my ass." Krauser stated after entering Wesker's office that morning. "I was walking very slowly, and still I managed to fall on my ass, and actually hurt it in the process."

Wesker snickered while slowly shaking his head before standing up from his office-chair. "Jack, close the door." He said, pointing at the door.

Jack turned around and closed the door. He took off his jacket and his gloves and sat down in the chair near the desk that faced his boss. "You know, I think it might be better to take the off, for all of us, since I'm afraid we won't be able to get home tonight if it keeps snowing like this." Jack pointed at the window, looking slightly worried about the snowstorm. "I am not lazy whatsoever, but this is the kind of day where normal people stay at home and eat... soup?"

"I don't quite like... soup." Wesker stated.

Jack shrugged and looked around. "Well, at least winter's very cozy."

Wesker sat back down on his chair and bended over. "C'mere."

"Hm?"

When the man re-appeared he was holding a creature that looked a lot like a little ball of fur. He set it down on his desk and watched it wander around between his computer and a pile of reports that was waiting to be read. Eventually the furry animal, a cat obviously, sat down near the computer screen and started to wish itself with its tiny little paws.

"Uhhhh, sir... There's a cat on your desk." Krauser pointed out the obvious. "It's washing itself."

Wesker frowned and rolled his eyes. "Quite an observing statement you made there, Jack..." Wesker sighed. "You know my cat Mr. T? Well, T has friends. Lots of friends. Lots of enemies aswell, come to think of it. And for some stupid reason he decided to bring one of his friends home with him." He glanced at the practically orange cat. "I decided to keep it, I think it's a stray."

Krauser merely shook his head at that pretty much unbelievable statement, when coming from Wesker anyway, but decided to let the matter rest. "So can I go home? I feel like sitting around looking like a damn hobo, while watching movies and eating popcorn."

Wesker re-adjusted his sunglasses and appeared to think for a moment. If he let Krauser go, a lot of work wouldn't get done that day. On the other hand, it didn't seem like a very bad idea to let the man go, after all, he did work quite hard. Also, Wesker wasn't feeling to good either. He hadn't slept very well because Mr. T kept walking around on his bed, and his neighbours had been playing heavy metal all night long, so maybe he too should just take a day off.

"Well, it is my company." Wesker referred to the new Umbrella. "And..." He sighed again, a little hesitant. "Fine Jack, leave, but don't expect to get paid for the day."

Krauser smirked and shrugged. "I don't care, I just feel like being lazy."

"As you always do, it's just that now you're not afraid to admit it."

Jack stood up and stretched his limbs. "True..." He glanced at his boss and almost cracked a smile. "Maybe you should do so too." With those words Jack left the office to go back home. A place he probably wouldn't reach before falling on his ass again once or twice.

"Perhaps I should..."

-

Wesker was still sitting in his office, staring at the amount of information he had been given by Tricell. Several ideas were floating through his head as he wondered about las plagas, but he couldn't keep them straight. He was tired and he needed a break. Desperately. So he stood up, switched off his computer and put his newly found friend Odhinn -the almost orange cat-, on the coach in his office and exited aswell.

When he reached the cafeteria he found HUNK, who for some reason had started to work for Wesker's Umbrella aswell. He sat down across from the man and put down his coffee. "HUNK, still here I see."

"I saw Jack leave... Is he sick?"

Wesker shook his head. "No, he's having a bad day." Wesker sighed. "You look like you feel the same."

"I think it's one of those days, sir... The day seems neverending. A minute ago I thought it was around twelve already, but I just saw it's only 10 AM yet..."

"You wanna go home too?"

HUNK looked up and stared at his boss, wondering why he would ask such a thing. Slightly confused he tried to read the other man's face to see if he had some ulterior motives. "Eh, sir?"

"I'm taking the day off, as is Jack. You're the only one beside Jack that has some stuff to do right now, so... Why don't you take the day off too." Wesker heaved another sigh before taking a sip of his hot coffee. "Hnnnn, I love coffee... Ahwell, get outta here, mr. Never Killed. This day is way to slow to spend here at work. Have fun getting home through the snowstorm."

Wesker stood back up and finished his coffee before heading towards the exit. He signed off and told security to lock the place before they went home too. Wesker was happy that day not many were working, as he really didn't feel like giving out lots of orders first.

"Must be the fun part about being your own boss, I suppose." He muttered before putting on his coat and stepping into the cold winterair.

-

The man was just about to drive away, safely of course, when suddenly his phone rang. Wesker checked the screen and answered it. "Jack?"

"Yeah... Listen sir... Wesker." He said. "Wanna come over and... Spend the day doing nothing at all?"

Wesker remained silent as he let the thought of doing nothing with Krauser pass his mind. It seemed tempting. Ever since the Elevator-incident a few weeks ago he had felt some strange things whenever looking at Krauser. Sure, the man wasn't as handsome as some other men he had met, and Wesker was currently very confused about what he was feeling and why it did not have anything to do with anger or plans about taking over the world, but for some reason...
Krauser seemed like the kind of guy that could be trusted, no matter what had happened between him and Leon.

"Eh..." Wesker finally 'said' something. "Oh hell, why not. Perhaps you are more amusing than watching Mr. T ripping apart another pair of my gloves."

Jack laughed. "That cat came straight from hell, did it not? Must be why you appear to like it so much." He hummed.

"I'll be there in half an hour, make me some damn coffee."

"Aye." Krauser hung up and went to make coffee. He felt a little happy now, but it bothered him, so he supressed the thought about why he would feel happy.
It was better to be careful with Wesker. That man might've finally seemed a little human again, but there was nothing wrong with being careful whatsoever.

-

Wesker started his car and turned on the radio. As a bunch of Christmas hit songs chased away the silence, he wondered what was going on with him. He felt so odd. Very odd. He wasn't used to this, not one bit. Most of his days he felt either rage or pride. This feeling, that he had been trying to ignore for years now, was kind of throwing him off guard.

He hoped it wouldn't get the better of him. There was no way Wesker would make any changes to his personality. Or so he hoped anyway. He had always like himself the way he was, and he didn't think he needed to change.

It's just that.... Something appeared to be missing in his life.

Flexibility is the working title. My brain is finally empty! :) I can go to sleep now.

I will actually update this sooner than the other fics I'm working on, because I am very inspired.

Eh, well... Reviews are nice, as is constructive criticism. Just be nice and don't flame... I don't like bitches, since I am, believe it or not, more of the sweet type.

Thank you for reading. I'm off to get some sleep now.

T