Hey guys! This is my first shot at a Resident Evil/Biohazard themed 100 prompt challenge XD Reviews are appreciated, but no flames please! Every "chapter" will have 10 themes and I'll try to update periodically!
1. Introduction
It began when their eyes locked from across the coffee shop some years ago. Frosty blue clashed with muddy brown and for a split second everything melted away until it was just the two of them held to themselves. Then it all came flooding back and the brunette was the first to break the tension, looking away and tinting slightly pinker than usual. Wesker smirked, completely oblivious to his world shifting ever so slightly to accommodate a certain famous brunette.
2. Love
Albert could honestly say he had never loved anything until he met Christopher. The perfectly sculpted man had caught his attention, a rare feat for anything to accomplish. Chris' boundless love, affection and sheer kindness gradually began to grow on him until he couldn't stay away any longer. Ever since their fateful meeting one stormy day, thoughts of the brunette never really left his mind. It was when he asked Christopher to move in did Albert realize he couldn't bear to spend another day without him.
3. Light
Chris would never say so aloud, but Albert looked absolutely godly silhouetted against the early morning sunlight as he slept. If the brunette awoke first, he would settle closer to Albert and run his fingers ever-so lightly across his prominent cheekbones, skitter across silky smooth shoulders, dance along firm but not too sculpted abs and end on his perfect hip bone. If Albert remained asleep, Chris would draw his hand back to trace across soft eyelids and smooth ruffled eyebrows. Sometimes Albert would nuzzle into Chris' hand and hum something under his breath, still asleep.
Though Albert looked good all the time, he looked even better silhouetted against the light.
4. Dark
It was during a mid-summer night thunderstorm that Albert discovered one of Chris' deep dark fears; fear of the deep dark. Or, more accurately, fear of being alone in the dark. They had been sitting together in their room, watching the storm progress outside when suddenly the lights flickered and died, plunging them into complete darkness. Chris instantly tightened his grip on Albert's arm and his breathing hitched ever so slightly. Surprised, Albert turned and focused his keen eyes on the brunette, aware that Chris probably couldn't see him anyways.
"It's probably just a problem with the transformer. I'll check it out," he murmured, leaning forward towards the edge of the bed. Chris exhaled sharply and drew Albert close to him, tense and unhappy. The blond grunted and repositioned himself more comfortably and slowly unwound himself from Chris' grip.
"I'll be back in a flash dear heart," he murmured close to Chris' ear. "Just count to five slowly and I'll be back." He waited until Chris gave a small, tense nod before he slid off the bed and hurried to the bathroom to grab his favorite aromatherapy candles and a lighter. When he returned, Chris had only gotten to three, counting slowly just as Albert directed.
The blond paused for a moment before he leaned in close to Chris' face, smiling against his lips. The brunette sighed almost silently as he closed the gap between them in a light kiss that expelled most of his tension within seconds. Too soon, Albert pulled away and focused on lighting the candles, aided by the occasional flash of lightning.
When the candles were all lit, Albert settled back down on the bed, stretching out lazily beside his love. The firelight flickered sensually across Chris' tanned skin, making Albert smile a little as he admired everything about him for the millionth time that day. As Chris laid beside the blond, he mused that the dark was bearable since he always had Albert.
5. Seeking Solace
Sometimes there would be a day when Albert couldn't stand to see Chris (or vice versa). On those days, Albert just wanted to be left alone to his work, all locked up in his study. Chris seemed to understand and would dutifully avoid noisy activities that could possibly catch negative attention from the blond. Albert appreciated this somewhere in the back of his mind, or when he looked back later that day and realized he had gotten much more than usual done at one sitting.
As the day wound down though, as work steadily came to an end, loneliness pricked at him; he usually staved it off until the weight of it was almost unbearable. It was then that he would unwind himself slowly and go find Chris, whom was usually lounging around on the couch or in bed. It never ceased to amaze Albert that, no matter what, the brunette always had a warm embrace for him to fall into night after night.
6. Break away
Ever since he could remember, Albert had been tied down to his family's pharmaceutical legacy. His father, the late Alexander Wesker, expected greatness from his only son and spared no expense to see to it. Albert on the other hand held a certain amount of resentment towards his father as he grew up surrounded by constant pressure. But he had to admit, his father did take the time out of the day to tell Albert he loved him and that he would no matter what (which Albert always figured was partially a lie, but he never said so nor gave it much thought).
It took Albert a lot of thought and a lot of running away for hours at a time for him to decide what exactly he wanted to do; it was only when he had twisted his ankle beyond use and lay in the damp woods behind their estate until sundown that he knew exactly what he wanted to do. As his mother and father retrieved him, his father clinging tight to his only son, and he had come down with a cold, Albert thought he would rather like to study virology.
7. Heaven
"Do you believe in Heaven?" Chris asked casually one evening over dinner. Albert looked over at him, blinking slowly, thoughtfully. Truth was, he had never put much thought into it, but even as the possibilities swept over him, he couldn't bring himself to believe.
"No, I suppose I don't." He answered earnestly. "Do you?"
Chris shrugged, taking a small bite of pasta. "No, not really."
"Then why did you ask?" Albert cocked a brow at the brunette. Now Chris was starting to look uncomfortable.
"I just...wanted to make sure you weren't going to leave me behind for bigger and better people when we died," he muttered, staring intently at his plate. Though mildly shocked, Albert couldn't help the smile that crept across his face at his lovers silly worries.
8. Innocence
Though Chris had filled out years ago and kept a firmly sculpted body, he never really could shake off the boyish look in his face. It plagued him wherever he went, earning the brunette constant torment from Jill and the rest of his friends at work and even his own sister. The only person that didn't seem to notice was Albert; and if he did, he never commented on it, which Chris appreciated greatly.
As a matter of fact, Albert did very much notice it and happened to love it as much as he loved the rest of Chris. Every morning before they departed for work, Albert would admire the dimples Chris only displayed when he smiled, the soft, round curvature of his face and the ever-excited gleam in his eyes as he anticipated action for the day. It was part of his charm.
But one evening, Albert arrived home before Chris, a rarity indeed. As the hours ticked by, the scientist grew more and more worried; what if he had gotten hurt? But it wasn't like he could call, Chris might be in the middle of something. Thinking fast, he dialed the police station and demanded to be transferred to the S.T.A.R.S office, pleased when he met no resistance. While he waited, he shuffled back into their room, plopping ungracefully onto the bed.
"S.T.A.R.S department, Brad speaking," came a timid voice over the phone.
"Hello Brad, this is Albert Wesker. I was calling to inquire about Christopher...?"
"O-Oh, hello. Um...Chris- er, the Captain- left the scene forty minutes ago." Brad replied, sounding uncertain as always. Just as Albert began to calculate Chris' arrival time, the front door clicked open and slammed closed, followed by stumbling footsteps. Albert thanked Brad and hung up, sensing something was terribly off as Chris shambled into view, looking like a wreck.
As Chris fell into Albert's waiting arms and cried, Albert sensed a certain amount of Chris' innocence had disappeared into oblivion.
9. Drive
Chris was never a fan of the way Albert drove, but he'd be damned if he said the blond didn't look sexy doing it. The scientist had recently purchased a sleek black Lamborghini, his favorite car in the world (secretly of course). For some reason, Chris couldn't feel comfortable in the smooth leather seats or rather cramped space. He preferred the spacious cab of his truck. He also got unnerved when Albert insisted he drive them anywhere because he drove just a tad over the speed limit and cut some things rather close. Chris trusted him, but he couldn't help the wave of nausea that swept over him when they passed other drivers at high-speed. He only put up with it because he really couldn't take Albert clawing away any more of the door handles in his truck.
10. Breathe Again
It had been a long week in Albert's eyes; between bribing William to pick up on his work and keeping his parents entertained and keeping Chris calm, he was exhausted. His parents had decided to visit a few weeks ago, something that made both Chris and Albert nervous; Albert because he knew his father would be questioning his life while his mother (politely) hounded Chris. On the other hand, Chris was nervous because he wanted to please Albert's family, hoping and praying that they weren't bothered by him.
Though famous world-wide, the couple was surprisingly humble. They both graciously thanked Chris for being in their son's life and were nothing short of polite the entire week. This seemed to surprise Albert, whom looked like he was about to disarm a bomb the entire time. When the week drew to an end, Alexander pulled his son aside and expressed how proud he really was of everything Albert had accomplished.
And for the first time in a long time, Albert could breathe again.