WARNING! This story contains adult language, sexual themes, violence, and my favorite; slash! Slash is male on male entertainment, if this offends or displeases you, then click the back button now. Otherwise, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with the Resident Evil series nor its characters.

A/N: This takes place *before* the mission to the Arklay Mountains, in 1996 when the S.T.A.R.S. unit was first established.

Our Little Secret

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The day had been a long one for Chris, mainly because he didn't want to be there. It wasn't because he recently joined S.T.A.R.S. and was the underdog; or that his crappy car just broke down (again), or even the fact that hadn't eaten all day. He just wanted to be alone with Wesker. He was always aware that he thought that Wesker was a very striking man, but he'd never think to rule it as a crush. I mean, he liked women, a lot. But there was something alluring about his captain that he quite figure out.

One night, they'd been at Jack's Bar as usual, almost stumbling drunk when Chris' car decided to die out on him. Wesker had offered him a ride home, which made Chris feel bad because they lived far from each other. But Wesker insisted. Chris remembered the ride to his apartment was rather quiet, despite Wesker's repeated attempts to start a conversation. All he remembered was that he started blushing, and then Wesker stroked his face. And then before he knew it, they were making out. He remembered the next day well, he was almost overcome by anxiety. He approached him later that day to talk about it. Chris couldn't believe his ears when Wesker told him that he had been in full control of himself, he didn't really know what to think about it at first.

It had been a few days since the night at the bar and Chris already wanted more. To the point it got on the captain's nerves, his exact words were "You're starting to remind me of a horny teenage girl after her favorite boy band." Chris waited fifteen minutes for Wesker to finish talking to Chief Irons, he didn't mind of course, because he liked watching him interact with others at work. Mostly because he was starting to notice the difference in the way Wesker treated him from the rest.

"Ugh, I was beginning to think I'd never make it out alive." Wesker said as Chris joined his side.

He walked silently beside him.

"You've been quiet today. Are you feeling alright?" He looked over at him as they walked out the door, the sky was overcast and much too dark for five in the evening.

Chris nodded, trying his hardest not to give away his plan to look melancholy in order to see if the man would raise concern.

Wesker took one of his gloves off, and pressed it to Chris' forehead. "You don't have a fever…" he said as a drop of rain hit his hand. Wesker looked up, adjusting his sunglasses "Damn. We should hurry." His tone suggested he was a little irritated that they had to walk, his car's transmission suddenly got the sputters so he had to leave it at the shop over night.

It was pouring within five minutes, Chris' hair fell into his eyes, making it even harder for him to see. "Hey, Wesker, wait up!".

"Don't get lost, Chris." He lightly pushed him up front, his hand still lingering on his back.

"How much longer 'till we get to your house?" he asked, now walking backwards so he could face the captain. He made another failed attempt to pull his hair out of his face, suddenly annoyed with the fact that Wesker's hair hadn't so much as loosened.

"A few minutes." He said, and before he was able to warn Chris that it wasn't a smart idea to walk backwards when you're unable to see walking regularly, the young man backed into a wall.

Chris rubbed the back of his head and pouted, "I think I'm bleeding."

"Let me see-" he inwardly rolled his eyes and reached for his head.

Chris jumped onto him, kissing him roughly. He slid his tongue into the captain's mouth and he smiled when the other pressed him into the wall. Before long, Chris had to pull away for air.

Wesker entangled his fingers into the young man's hair, not even concerned if there were any passerby's watching them. The captain grinned, speaking as he nipped at the other's jaw line "You sly little bastard…"

He leaned his head against the wall, head still reeling from the lack of oxygen "Yeah…Sorry-" he lazily threw his hand in the direction that they'd been walking in, silently asking him to lead the way.

As soon as they entered Wesker's house, the man kissed him heatedly, pushing him against the door.

Chris timidly moaned his name, absentmindedly raking fingers across the man's drenched protect vest. He somehow managed to remove it, letting it fall to the floor with a heavy thud. He reached for his sunglasses next. It was safe to say Chris was more than a little curious to see what he hid underneath them, it had been bugging him since the first time he met him over four month ago. He lifted them off the man's face, pulling away slightly, causing the elder to open his eyes in question. He pouted slightly, they were simply a dull shade of green. They were beautiful to him nonetheless, but all this time he'd been thinking that the glasses harbored some terrible secret. In that moment, he felt silly when he realized the jade orbs stared intently into his deep blues. Wesker was smirking at him, obvious to what he'd been thinking.

He slowly peeled his vest and shirt away from his damp skin before recapturing Wesker's lips. Who lead the way up the stairs, their kiss not breaking even once. His bedroom was large, elegantly decorated, and unearthly tidy. The dark furniture was almost towering compared to the bed, which was king-sized and laden in a dark burgundy blanket set. The entire set had intricate designs on them, none of which Chris could make out because of the lack of light in the room. There were a few tall windows in the room; they were all covered by curtains of the same dark burgundy color as on the bed. As his eyes adjusted more, he noticed they stood next to a fireplace, Wesker pressed a modest button beside the mantle and the fire roared to life. He smiled as he kissed Chris' naked, strong shoulder while the young man struggled to remove his boots. He kicked his foot backwards, the boot loudly smacked against Wesker's escritoire*. He gulped slightly, looking back to his captain, who obviously heard it but didn't seem to so much as flinch. He figured out why when Wesker pressed their bodies together; he had become extremely stiff behind his leather pants. As Wesker began to remove them, Chris felt himself harden as he was caught into a trance from his captain's well-defined features flickering under the soft orange glow of the fire light. As soon as he was free from it, he hastily removed his pants as well. He was caught off guard a little when Wesker caressed his face, his thumb tenderly brushing against his chin, their face so close they almost touched. It made his body ache with desire and his head empty of all thoughts. Wesker planted a brief kiss of affection on his lips, snapping Chris out of his daze. He opened his eyes, unaware he'd ever closed them in the first place. He sat down with Wesker on the bed, his heart thumping at what felt like a thousand beats per second.

Wesker laid him on his back, he stuck two of his fingers into the young man's mouth. Smiling when Chris showed him that kissing wasn't the only thing his tongue was good for. After a moment, Wesker pulled them out and kissed him urgently, the said hand trailed down until he reached Chris' entrance. Upon the unexpected intrusion, Chris accidentally bit down on Wesker's tongue out of shock. The latter didn't seem to mind though as he deepened the kiss.

Chris jerked his head to the side, in desperate need of air. He panted heavily, Wesker trailed his kisses passed his jaw line, neck, and collarbone as he pumped his finger, causing the young man to moan his name "…Wesker..."

"…Chris?" the satisfaction was plain on his face when ever Chris said his name like that.

He swallowed nervously, taking firm hold of Wesker's erection.

The man smiled, leaning up enough so Chris' mouth could reach. Chris twirled his tongue around Wesker's head, making the man groan. He pushed himself down onto it as far as he was able, then found a pace he was comfortable with.

Wesker groaned louder, then held Chris' head still to say; "Don't bite me this time."

Chris felt Wesker insert another finger. He had to momentarily lock his jaw, making his discomfort obvious. When Chris regained his previous speed on Wesker's member, his teeth lightly brushed against it and in turn causing Wesker to force his fingers rougher into him. The captain inserted another one, making Chris groan, it was becoming much more uncomfortable to him. But the more uncomfortable he grew, the more he wanted. Wesker picked up on it quickly and abruptly removed his fingers. Chris let out a needy whimper, gripping tightly onto the blanket. Wesker positioned himself over Chris, kissing him gently. Chris grunted when Wesker pushed the tip of his head into him, who patiently inched in, knowing that despite the fact that it felt heavenly to him, Chris was going through a lot of agony. Chris swallowed hard, despite his mouth had already become dry. He jerked Wesker towards him, completely sheathing the man, Chris bit back a yelp when the shock of pain and fire mixed with the pleasure and fulfillment of the moment. Wesker groaned slightly, the friction from the speed almost made him want to fuck him silly. Instead, he calmly ran the bridge of his nose across Chris' jaw line, sliding his hand from the young man's cheek to his hair.

"I'm sorry." He kissed Chris' cheek.

Chris knew it was really Wesker's way of saying 'I'm sorry you're a moron and you hurt yourself with my gigantic cock'. He took a deep breath before urging Wesker to finally begin. He started off slowly, quickly gaining speed as Chris' pain subsided. Beads of sweat formed on their faces and bodies, Chris bit down on his bottom lip again to keep from vocalizing the ecstasy caused by Wesker's erection constantly hitting his prostate. "Ngh –fuck!" Chris cursed to himself as he neared climax.

Wesker thrust harder and faster, eliciting Chris to scream his name. He dropped down on top of the young man, both were drenched with sweat and cum. Wesker pulled the covers down and rolled onto his back, casually throwing an arm around Chris when he joined his side.

"I love you." Chris' voice was barely audible as he lazily pulled the blankets over lower halves, exhaustedly resting his head and arm on Wesker's chest as he began to fall asleep.

"As do I, Chris." He smiled briefly before his facial features twisted in a mesh of mixed emotions. 'Now I that I know…This will all end in ruins. I suggest you make the best of the next few years, Chris.' He thought to himself as he nuzzled his face into Chris' chocolate brown hair 'We are much too different to stay this way and I will have to force you away from me. And eventually, you will despise everything about me; you'll even hate the air I breathe.' He stroked his cheek, listening intently to the symphony of sounds that played around him; Chris' soft breathing, the patter of the rain hitting the windows, and the crackling of the fire 'I hope that somewhere in the back of your mind, you'll know that I truly do love you. I cannot see myself feel anything else. That is…other than remorse.'

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*An escritoire is a writing desk, often with a hinged flap that conceals drawers and pigeonholes. They're really cool and convenient. I used to have one at my old house. And yes, I felt very swanky using it.

This idea actually woke me up at three-thirty in the morning and wouldn't let me go back to sleep. Which is fine with me because I've got a new short story to add to my collection. Oh yeah, this is my first attempt at a non-comedic Chris and Wesker pairing (meaning it's not so great). Despite the fact that Wesker's the main antagonist of the series, I wanted to give him a softer heart for Chris to show a (total) different side to him. I need a cigarette. And as always, I appreciate reviews. Thanks for reading ^_^