Warning: Characters do not belong to me and belong soully to someone else. Also Yaoi Pairing between Chris Redfield and Albert Wesker. Don't like, don't read, I'm warning you now. Other than that please continue, and enjoy!

"They've come to kill you." Click snap

"I know."

Albert Wesker cocked his gun, turning his head slightly towards his companion. Excella Gionne stood by the cryptic door frame. "Do I sense concern?" She asked in her cocky accented voice. Smirking at the blond male, who's back was facing her.

"Never."

"How can I be so certain?" She asked, stepping closer to him. Her revealing dress moving like silk across her hour-glass form. "He's been at it for a long time now." She sounded bored, if only slight amusement danced around her voice somewhere. "When will you realize he's not giving up."

"I never said I didn't realize it." He turned around to face the female, a smirk of his own on his hard cold features. "The only time I'll become concerned is when he gives up."

"Now why's that Albert?" She asked. Crossing her arms, seemingly totally relaxed in this man's presence.

"Because he was one of my 'boys'."

"Back when you worked for that low-termed company?" It was rhetorical. "What difference does that make, eh?" She cocked a brow at him, her smirk fading into a questionable glare.

"Because," He began. "I picked him out personally for my team." His smirk never faltered. "If I were of wanted quitter's I would have chosen those donut eating nobody's in the office."

This got a slight chuckle from the female. "Oh Albert." She walked closer, but before she could get close enough, Wesker flicked his wrist, showing the woman a syringe. "I've been thinking."

Her eye's widened slightly, in seeing the Virus between his fingers. "Maybe it's about time you joined me." Handing over the virus. "I suggest you take it outside though, stick it threw your neck right when we get on the boat. But for now, hold onto it. Wait for the right moment." She didn't see it in his eyes, the trickery, the lies, The glasses help of course, but she was too blinded by excitement that he had finally given her the virus. Patience.. Something she had. Wesker was already up the cryptic stair case when the stone doors flung open.

"Excella Gionne! Stop right there!" Sheva Alomar Pointed her gun at the woman standing in front of her, her finger holding tightly onto the trigger, a single movement and it would be shot.

Excella Turned around, her smirk from before never fading, still overjoyed about what he's given her, clapping her hand's in mock congratulations. "Bravo." Was all she said.

Chris Redfield came up from behind his Partner, pointing his gun in unison with the female. Wesker smirked, finally he decided to show, took him long enough. There was a violent flutter that hit Wesker's lower abdomen, lowering his head, to the pain he just encountered. "What the.." He stopped himself short, he wasn't ready to be seen just yet, or noticed. Give it about another minute before he show's himself. Though his eyes wondered down curiously, he wasn't in need for another injection for some time. What was happening?

"Damn it, where's Jill!?" Chris's voice yelled out furiously at the female, Pointing the weapon slightly higher towards her head, more than willing to blow her brains out. Sudden discomfort hit Wesker like a wave, holding his composure, no matter how badly his body tried to betray him.

"Hmph, Jill? Maybe I'll tell you, maybe I won't." Her cockiness was nothing short of annoying, Wesker had, had enough of her talking. Jill Valentine flung into the air, landing beside her Master, masked and ready to fight. Kicking and punching the two, trying to get them to drop their weapons. Chris Shot a bullet, which bounced on her mask, making it fling off her face. They continued shooting at her, once she began retreating back.

"Stop playing around, we want some answers." Chris demanded. Wesker had had enough of this nonsense.

"You haven't changed." Wesker finally spoke out, trying to ignore the feeling of his gut flipping. He knew he wasn't nervous. His Virus was acting up, maybe he ought to strengthen the dosage.

"Wesker!" His name flew off the brunettes tongue. The Pain became slightly more intense for the older male. "You are alive!"

"This is Wesker?" Sheva asked rhetorically, already knowing the answer, looking up at the blond.

"We last met at the Spencer estate, wasn't it?" The blonde's voice showed no weakness as he walked closer from the stairs to the B.S.A.A Members, seemingly unfazed. "Well, isn't this just one big family reunion." Amusement swelled up behind his voice, slightly unnoticeable. "I would expect you to be happier to see us." His smirk got slightly bigger.

"Us..?" Chris couldn't sustain the curiosity in his voice, cocking his head slightly, before regaining his stance.

"So slow to catch on.." Wesker began removing Jill's hood, showing her face to the oblivious eyes of her old Partner. She glared at him, as if he were a bug in needing to be squashed.

Chris lowered his gun slightly. "Jill.." He breathed, and began walking forward. "Jill! It's me, Chris!"

"What?" Sheva moved so she was next to him again. "Are you sure that's her?" She never lowered her weapon.

"The one, and only." Wesker moved his hand as if to introduce her. Letting it fall to his side a bit after, watching. "Jill violently flung off her Black Trench coat, and proceeded in fighting the two. Kicking Chris mid-air and slamming him to the ground. Kicking off, back flipping over Sheva, who shot a couple rounds at her. Landing behind her, she kicked the weapon out of her hands, throwing her to the side with her legs. Wesker watched from the side, and ran up to help her, when Sheva had finally regained her composure, by grabbing her gun, pointing it at the woman's head. He quickly disposed of her, letting the Fight continue.

Jill was now beside Wesker once again, looking over at the B.S.A.A Members, holding their guns out protectively in front of their bodies. "Now, let's finish this, once and for all." Wesker proclaimed. Excella had been gone sometime, leaving in the middle of the fight. "I think the odds are fair." Wesker continued "Two, on two." Using his fingers to show what he meant as if they were children. "Right Jill?" His voice sounded mocking.

"Seven Minutes. Seven Minutes is all the time I have to play with you." And like that, the fight began.

Wesker had just Kicked Chris threw the door, The Brunette ran inside, trying to keep hidden, he knew he couldn't win this fight. Smart boy. Jill was keeping that nosey female busy, so he stepped inside. Searching for the Man. He made his steps quick at first, then slowed down his pace, letting his cold cat-like eyes examine the area. "You can't hide forever!" He proclaimed, trying to get the creature to jump out and try to shoot him. But nothing.

He was becoming frustrated with him, He's already wasted two minutes of his time, two minutes he'll certainly never get back. "You're only postponing the inevitable." He shouted, but still nothing, no attack, no jump, not even a sound. Wesker was about to leave, when he heard a barrel of a gun cock. Turning his head in the direction of the noise. He set off, finding exactly what he had been looking for. "Found you!" He announced, his way of showing how his prey failed at such a simple task. Chris shot his pistol, the bullets were quickly and easily dodged. Wesker advanced faster grabbing the Brunette by the neck, slamming him against the wall. The feeling came back.

"Any last words Christopher?" He asked, smirking madly.

"Fuck you!" Chris shouted, kicking and squirming. He was going to fight to the very end.

"It's pointless you know." Wesker said, raising a brow at his feeble attempts.

"Your effort has always been futile."

"I don't care." Chris snapped "I will never stop struggling, I'll never stop trying to defeat you, to my very last breath, you bastard." He spat out the words as if they were venom on his lips. "Something I could never say for you."

Wesker's smirk disappeared. No, he wasn't hurt by the words. It was something else, the virus.. It wasn't staying still, bouncing around in unmarked territory. It kept making his thought's shut down momentarily, trying to take control. Wesker was strong enough to hold it down, but the sudden loss of composure, didn't go unnoticed by a certain brunette.

"What? Losing your edge? Is the Virus finally killing you, you good for nothing.."

"I admire you."

It came out so fast, Wesker hadn't registered what he had said for a moment, until he realized it had come out.

"W..-what?" Chris asked, looking at the blond. His face showed confusion and resentment, something Wesker had expected to see. "Your will to fight for something not worth fighting for, trying to save a bunch of lives, which you know you can't. You've known for a long time of your incapability, even back at S.T.A.R.S, yet you continue to fight, you continue to try and make a difference." Wesker's voice was nothing short of amazed. He smirked once again, "What a waste of valuable time."

"Fuck you Wesker!"

"Ah, ah ah. I never do on the first date, I have standards you know." Wesker teased. Chris tried to object and push away the slight blush that made its way to his face. Another wave, the virus can't take much more of this, it needs to be treated. Another wave, harder this time, he removed his hand from Chris's neck, letting out a strained gasp of surprise at the next wave, harder, more violent. He looked up at Chris, who was just staring at him. Too shocked to move, had he forgotten how dangerous the man in front of him is?

It hit him again, it was becoming more and more painful, and he had no idea on how to make it stop. Then suddenly, nothing. No pain, no waves, just nothing. Giving off a 'hm' noise, he turned his attention back to the paralyzed B.S.A.A Member, "Slight difficulty with the virus, dear heart, nothing short of an.." He froze mid-sentence, what did he just call him?

Chris didn't seem to notice it at all, instead, he shook off his nerve's and began attacking the seemingly 'off' Albert Wesker, His head just wasn't in the game, and that's what Chris took out of it. Reaching for hi gun, Wesker quickly kicked it away from him, slamming his body against the ground. "Stop that." Wesker demanded. Chris stopped, and began coughing.

Chris began to feel light headed, and vision began to blur. Something was setting him off, feeling this odd sensation come from his lower region.

"The Virus has a few side effects Albert." William said, "This peculiar one I suggest you remember."

"And what would that be?" Wesker asked not entirely sure if he cared or not.

Chris began to breathe heavier, shaking his head violently. Wesker took notice, and the same thing began happening to him, the feeling of nausea, among other things.

"After a while, The T-Virus begins to give off a pheromone, similar to those of an animal." William began, scratching his head.

"Where are you getting at?" Wesker demanded, pulling down his sleeves. The Virus accepted his DNA, and bonded wonderfully, it was beginning to already prove to be worth the time the two spent working on it.

Wesker and Chris locked eyes for a moment, Feeling completely numb. Wesker Bolted out of the room quickly, the seven minutes were up.

"Where I'm getting at, is that for a long time, you will not have any sexual desires." William grabbed a couple files from his desk, before opening them, reading the words.

"Is that supposed to bother me?" Wesker smirked, he didn't mind it at all actually.

"This part might concern you."

"How so?"

Wesker practically ran his way out of that room. He got to the top of the stairs, it took a moment for Chris to stand up, all these flooded emotions were beginning to take its hold, it was blinding him.

"All those sexual desires of yours will soon become suppressed." The man brushed his fingers threw his hair, looking up at the Blond. "And when you go that long without it, a Pheromone, if you will, will begin to harm your body, trying to escape through all the buildup, if you may." William paused, looking back at the blond, who nodded his head for him to continue.

"Well, long story short my friend, A Trigger word, that either sets you extremely mad, or joyful, will begin to set it off over a course of time. At the right moment, when you and whomever are alone, either talking, or fighting, or dancing, whatever." William waved his hand idly for a moment. "The Pheromone will escape, and the scent will drive that person mad."

"Should I be concerned?"

"If it's a Super Model? No, not at all. If it's someone you've deeply wanted, it shouldn't be a problem, on the other hand, a rival of some sort. Now that can become a problem."

"How so?" Wesker asked again.

"Well let's just say that the desires are mutual. Once the scent is out, the person's on 'let's fuck Wesker' mode." William chuckled to himself.

Wesker could feel himself sneer at his wording. "And as for myself?"

"You won't be able to find that person irresistible." William Smirked. "You're not gonna care who it is,"

"How are you so sure it will happen to me?" Wesker asked, combing back his unruly blond hair with his fingertips.

"I'm not entirely certain. Without a human subject to have fully function it, but it happened to our animal buddies." William set down the open file, looking over at his computer, he quickly typed for a moment, until he finally found what he was looking for.

"All subjects that had survived the process, at one point refused to participate in Mating with the other animals, about a month or two later, they began having painful spurts." William averted his eyes away for a second to look at the blond, who tilted his head, William continued. "Which soon got them extremely sexually active with, and this is what we found to be peculiar, with their prey."

"For instance, a wolf.. to some measly little animal?" Wesker seemed astounded. Why hadn't he been told about these changes before? He was unaware of this side effect.

"A White Rabbit to be more precise." William stated, "These odd frequencies never did have an end, at least none that we have encountered. The weirdest part is, is that it will kill just about any other White Rabbit. We tried tricking the animal, but it just somehow knew." William shrugged, "Hopefully this doesn't happen to humans, and if it does, it's a long time from now."

"How are you sure?" Wesker, adjusted his sunglasses.

"Because The Human body is far more complex than those of an animal." William stated, "It would only make since for it to take a longer time coursing through the body of a person, than a weak minded animal."

"Did the Rabbit give consent?" Wesker asked, not sure why he did, when he already knew the answer.

"Full."

Wesker stood at the top of the stair way. Body trembling slightly, His body desiring things he would not let it have. No, never. Chris and Sheva quickly made their way to Wesker at the top of the stairs. The look that Redfield was giving him, he couldn't describe. It looked angry, confused, and something else hidden behind his eyes. After Jill had re-introduced her foot to Redfield's face, Wesker left in a hurry. He wasn't going to allow the Virus to do this to him. No matter how badly he so craved it.

Shuddering, he stepped out. Excella was waiting for him on the other side. "Ready to go Albert?"

Wesker wasn't entirely sure. He felt deprived, he hated the feeling. Yet missed the odd sensation he used to feel back in S.T.A.R.S, back when he was normal. A look of disgust ran across his features, Excella took no notice of it. Figuring that he was just disgusted with the appearance of the two Goodie-goodie B.S.A.A members, and how terribly they seemed to fight. On the contraire, she wasn't there. She had no idea.

He was to be a god, he shouldn't feel deprived of anything, when he could have absolutely anything he wanted. But for the time being, what he wanted was to be burned and forgotten. "Yes." He answered the female, she noted something about his voice that seemed off. Paying it no real mind, she began walking, Wesker by her side. They made their way onto the boat, soon being followed by that pesky female and her partner.

"Chris.." Wesker mumbled to himself.

"What was that Albert?" Excella asked.

"Nothing." Wesker looked behind himself, and watched Chris help Sheva over some rocks, as they made their way down to the ship. He noticed how Jill wasn't with them, he either killed her or saved her, he didn't really mind which way he decided to go. She was honestly Excella's little toy that she pushed around for no apparent reason. And once a child misbehaves, he looked down, and saw the syringe he had given her earlier, still locked safely in her thin flawless hand, and smirked. There toy's must be taken away. "Nothing at all."

Hello one and all! This is the first of many chapter's to come. :D What do you think so far? A little more Wesker and Chris yaoi coming your way, this is just to start off all you readers who want something new to read. Based off of the game (Obviously) With a bit of twists and turns here and there. Hopefully Australian Approved :3 Reviews are welcome!