DISCLAIMER/WARNINGS:

~ Contains male/male love (yaoi), please heed.

~ The characters depicted in this story or the series where they all came from unfortunately DOES NOT BELONG TO ME

Hello, everyone! I'm back with a brand new story. I hope you read the previous one, "Ordinary World" so that you can get a little of the real deal here in this story, but anyway, it wouldn't be that far behind.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this story and please R&R (no flaming, please) on your way out, thanks!

*I just edited the disclaimer/warning part a little bit because I realized how stupid it was- I was still young and wet behind the ears when I wrote this, so I'm so sorry for that! If you would like to beta this (I just found out what that meant a few months ago) then please feel free to do so.

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It was a particularly peaceful afternoon; quiet and sunny save for the birds chirping outside and the low voices that talked to each other affectionately. They cuddled up with each other in the sofa and stroked each other's hair from time to time. It has been four years since they got together, and so far things have been great. There were a few arguments and petty little quarrels here and there, but those things normally come within relationships—it was a healthy thing.

There was a brief pause between the two men before Chris finally managed to let out a soft sigh. He had a few things in his mind that he wanted to talk to with the older man, and he felt that today was the right time for that. As if on cue, Wesker, who was leaning against the brunette's chest asked, "Is there something bothering you, Chris?"

He shifted his position a little as Wesker sat up and faced him, "is there something you want to tell me?" The blonde asked again.

"Well… I was just thinking about your son back in Eastern Europe," he replied. Several months ago, he got in a mission and met Jake, Wesker's twenty-year-old son who apparently was a mercenary and the key to the salvation of the world. As ironic as it was, he was the complete opposite of his father who tried to destroy the world pretty much half of his life, but finally ended up sick and tired of all the action and is now living with the man whom he tried to kill several times before.

"What about him?" Wesker asked nonchalantly as he raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms against his chest.

"Aren't you a little worried? I mean, the kid's mother is dead and he's now pretty much alone back in Edonia. Don't you want to take him in and finally meet him in person? He's your son after all."

"I assure you he hates me, Chris. It's not that I don't like him or anything, but if he's going to come here and destroy everything then might as well leave him be in that country. Maybe he would be happier that way."

When Chris came back from that mission, he narrated everything to Wesker, including his meeting with Sherry Birkin, who happened to be the daughter of the blonde's late ex, William Birkin. He also noticed the way she and Jake looked at each other, and he felt that they should stick together. On the other hand, there was also one thing that he was afraid to spill just yet—his short and bittersweet fling with his young, promising subordinate named Piers. For now, he would hold on to that secret firmly.

Chris went back to his senses and realized that his mouth was slightly ajar, causing the other man to look at him strangely, "what is wrong with you, Christopher? Why are you staring at me like a serial rapist?"

"Sorry, Al… anyway, why don't you consider taking Jake in? I'm sure he doesn't hate you, considering the fact that he almost shot me in the face when I told him that I was the one who 'killed' you."

"Really? You haven't told me about that. What was his reaction?"

"Honestly, I almost pissed in my pants when he got that gun right between my eyes, but of course, I maintained my composure. He was so damn angry he screamed at me. He still fired a shot though, and just let that goddamn bullet scrape my cheek. No doubt he got his being an asshole from you. "

Wesker grunted at the last statement and playfully kicked Chris in the shin. He felt amused and was frankly relieved that his son didn't curse him for leaving his side. When he met Jake's mother, he still wasn't over about William being married to some woman. One day he felt rebellious and decided to try on the opposite gender—it wasn't bad, but still no better than the experiences he's had with his William.

He didn't regret having a son with a woman he met in a foreign land since it was part of one of his plans, but now that he's officially 'dead', he forgot all about it. In fact, he only cared about the child that he's going to have and not its mother. He wanted to leave a legacy, he wanted someone of his own blood to continue what he started, but now that he was the one who finished it himself, Wesker thanked the high heavens that Jake didn't go into that direction where he was supposed to lead him—thank goodness Jake turned out to be a good kid or else that would be more trouble.

Chris grabbed his phone from the coffee table and fidgeted with it. After a few seconds he came up with Jake's picture and showed it to Wesker, "see, he looks just like you."

A small smile crept upon Wesker's face, "he does. How tall is he? Does he have good combat and shooting skills? Was he nice and polite? How did he treat Sherry?" He asked almost excitedly. It was the first time that Chris saw that much enthusiasm on his former captain's face, since he always had a stoic and straight-looking expression on his fine features. Chris smiled warmly at the other man and planted a kiss on his lips, "he's a great kid."