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CHRIS x Wesker

Chapter 1

Chris X Wesker

[[_~ May, 1998

Chris sat slouched over his desk thinking about his case load. There wasn't much, only an ancient hostage situation where a killer had escaped, then escaped again. But that's not what bothered him the most. There had been three seemingly random killings in Raccoon forrest that appeared to be carried out by "cannibal killers." The detectives only knew that is was cannibalistic due to human bite marks that riddled the mutilated bodies.

For days he had been stressing over why Chief Irons wouldn't put him self and Jill Valentine on the case before it escalated any further. Chris knew that if he could solve this case it would put him in a position to be promoted to Captain. That also meant he could get his own S.T.A.R.S. Team, or replace the one Albert Wesker.

It's not like he hated his captain, quite the opposite. There was just something about Wesker that made Chris... Light Headed.

Several minutes passed and chris convinced himself to sit up and look at his fellow dedicated team members. But when his eyes finally focused, he realized he was completely alone in the Giant office space.

I must have dozed off, because I swear that Jill was here just a minute ago. He sat motionless looking at the empty slightly messy desk across from his own. Feeling a sudden calmness wash over his body, chris leaned back in his cushy office chair and continued to sift through pictures of the "Cannibal Killer's" victims. Hoping to find a case breaking clue that he knew all to well, wasn't there.

After some time had passed, Chris herd the S.T.A.R.S. office door open and close casually. He didn't care enough to find out who it was. He didn't want any distractions. Suddenly a cool hand rested quickly on his shoulder, causing him to jump and skip a breath.

"What, you didn't hear me come in?" an all to familiar voice asked. Without turning to look at his slightly unwanted visitor, Chris answered:

"Oh, Captain Wesker. Yes, I heard you come in. I was just-"

"You were just looking through a case file that's not yours?" Chris turned to face Wesker slowly. When he glimpsed at the Captains cool grin looking back at him, he snapped his head back around quickly to hide his blushing cheeks.

"I didn't know your ears were such a tell. You're blushing." Wesker flicked Chris's earlobe with a snicker.

"Uh-yeah."

"C'mon Redfeild, we have to give the police and the detective a chance to solve the case before we take over, ears ass and elbows. Don't you agree?" While Wesker spoke, he softly pinched and rubbed Chris's ear causing it to flush white hot.

"I was just curious." Chris replied as he brushed the Captain's hand away from his head.

"Really, then I guess you know that the first two victims where neighbors of Jill?"

"No, I-I didn't know that." Chris began to shake slightly under Wesker's judgmental gaze.

"So, is this a genuine interest?" Wesker asked, carefully studying Chris's ear, watching for hints as the blood slowly drained away.

"Yes." He answered, his gaze never wavering away from the pictures.

"Or are you looking for a promotion to captain?" asked Wesker, sitting on the desk, never looking away from the Tell-Tale-Lobe.

Chris flinched his head away slightly that began to pretend he was scratching his head to cover his ear. "A promotion, maybe." He answered, feeling his ear get hot under his hand.

"Wanting to replace me?" Wesker questioned him, grabbing Chris's hand that was still lingering over his ear. holding it, watching one little surface capillary pulsed softy, but sped up under the Captain's gentle touch.

Chris grumbled something illegibly.

Wesker pulled Chris up to sand in front of him. Chris's gaze caught the site of Wesker's dark, almost trademark sunglasses. He could see the lingering redness of his face in the perfect miniature reflection.

Am I that obvious?

"Are you that sensitive to touch?" Wesker asked, still holding on to Chris's hand, raising his free hand, brushing the younger man's muscular chest and finally resting on his red cheek. Caressing it softly. "Or is it, me?" He smirked at the thought of young gung-ho Chris Redfeild having a "crush" on an already middle aged man. Wesker could feel Chris's hand tremble in his own.

Slightly flustered from the probing question, Chris attempted to respond.

"I-it's you. I-" He was cut off when he felt the older gentleman's thumb put the slightest pressure over his lips.

Wesker dropped his hand from Redfeild's face, and stood slowly, to meet his gaze evenly. The Captain thought for a moment, mentally comparing their bodies. they were about the same physically. wesker was paler, but had more muscle mass hanks you years of physical work. He watched Chris's face through his sunglasses, and observed one one perfect bead of sweat run down the young S.T.A.R.S. member's face. Down his fore head, over the perfectly formed brow, across his cheek to his sturdy chin, then finally dripping onto his white S.T.A.R.S. issued t-shirt.

Leaning in closer, Wesker whispered; "You look scared right now." Allowing his mouth to hover over the nervous man's lips.

"You, you're s-so close, and, m-my hand is-" the gap was swiftly closed and Chris was stunned when he found the Captain's lips pressing softly against his own.

The kiss only lasted for a second, but to Chris Redfeild, it felt like an hour. When Wesker pulled his head away Chris felt dizzy. He touched his fore head with his free hand and clumsily stumbled to the side and back.

With what seemed like a graceful dance, wesker caught the stunned man, pivoted, and set him down carefully on his desk.

"Are you okay?" wesker asked in a genuinely concerned voice.

"Yeah." Chris sighed in response. "That just took me by-"

"Surprise?" Wesker finished his sentence.

Chris half laughed. "Yeah, surprise." when he glanced up to look into Wesker's... Glasses... He noticed that he was at the office door. Locking it.

Wha- Why is he-?

Before he could finish his thought he noticed that Wesker had already halved the distance between them with long graceful strides. When he had taken his place again, Chris felt overwhelmed by the urge to apologize for his juvenile reaction to the Captain's advances.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Wesker asked again, placing his hand on Chris's shoulder.

"Yes, Captain..." he could feel the man's hand begin to trace up his neck. "I just wanted to apologize for-" he was once again cut short but Wesker's hand catching his chin, forcing him to look up. Then out of almost no where, he felt Wesker's warm soft lips conform to his own.