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"Give me a damn break, you fucking rapist! We've just done it 10 fucking minutes ago!" Chris cried in despair, pushing his blond lover off his tired and powerless body. He then got an odd thought and looked at his lover's orange irises with an accusing frown on his face. "Are you on Viagra?"

Oh, how he wished he had a camera on him to take a picture of the astonished expression Wesker just displayed: the perfect Kodak moment.

"Just because I'm at this age doesn't mean I cannot have sex at any time I feel like it!" Wesker defended his wounded pride and to prove his point, pinned the brunette down to the couch. Chris grinned and moved his knee up and poked Wesker's member wickedly. "Considering a man in his fifties, your rock is like a teen's who's about to get his first fuck."

"Then I'll simply pretend to be one," Wesker smirked and plunged his mouth down, gluing their lips together in a heated kiss. The kiss was rough and fierce, and it didn't take long for Chris to grab the back of the short strands of pale hair and kiss back with the same amount of passion. Something inside Wesker cracked, and he couldn't help but want the brunette more than ever. Of course, he'd always been attracted to the brunette. Ever since the first time he saw his attached photo in the application files to join the S.T.A.R.S., he felt something for him, but nothing that could ever even compare to this. It wasn't just physical attraction; everything about the handsome—and annoyingly stubborn—man had cast an amazing spell on him that Wesker never tired of.

So when they had reunited again after two long, agonizing months of separation on missions, each deprived from the other's delicious heat, Wesker had decided not to waste any more time and make up for what they'd been missing, starting with tackling the brunette to the floor the second the front door closed behind them.

Now, his tongue ran over Chris' bottom lip, nipping and biting at it teasingly until he was finally granted entrance. He slowly mapped out the wet cavern, making sure he tasted every inch of that sweet mouth. Wesker slipped his hands under the brunette's shirt and caressed the velvety skin over rock-hard abdominals and up to the erect brownish twins. His smirking lips against Chris' widened to reach his ears in satisfaction, hearing the younger man's moans when his fingers pinched his nipples playfully.

"Tell me, Chris," he said as he pulled away, now placing feathery pecks on his sun-kissed neck. "Do you want me to grant you your freedom, let you have the bath you so long for? Or do you want me to have hot, steamy, wild sex with you?" Wesker stopped at his collarbone and bit down softly, earning the sexiest sound he's ever heard come from any human being. He wanted to hear more and did it again.

"Oh god..."

"Number 2, then," Wesker chuckled throatily. Chris pulled him up from his neck and back to his lips to violate his mouth. Chris moaned into the liplock. He shuddered at the sensual feeling of Wesker's teeth, biting and nipping at his lips and increasing his distress to the limits. If only he didn't need oxygen right now, how long would he take it?

Wesker sensed his unease and decided to pull back and grant him the needed air. Chris wrapped his arms around Wesker and kissed his shoulders and neck, his hands kneading into the hard muscles that sculpted his back. They panted, lying against each other for a while. Wesker pressed his lips to Chris' forehead. "You're good, you know that?"

The brunette grinned playfully. "I'm just well-taught."

Wesker made a dismissive sound. "You've always been good." Chris purred when he sucked on the spot beneath his left ear. "To have you within my arms, that makes me the luckiest bastard, love."

The change in Wesker's attitude within the time they'd spent living together was quite obvious—a dramatic fact so hard to grasp, even for him. Chris felt his face heating when Wesker said the word 'love' and smiled up at him. "You know I'll always love you, forever." Chris then grinned and slapped his rear playfully. "You still need a shower."

Wesker grinned back at him and closed the distance between their hungry lips, eyes closed and hearts pounding in each one of the men's chests like it was their first kiss all over again.

"For Christ sake, get a room you two."

Both Wesker and Chris froze in their spots to the new voice. Once his mind registered that it was his sister, Chris acted on pure instinct and pushed/kicked the blond off him. "Claire?!!" He moved fast, not paying any attention to what his leg had just collided with and straightened himself to greet the lovely Claire Redfield.

On the other part of the room, Wesker had landed on his face, moaning with agony and trauma as shiny little stars swirled around his head and hot tears blurred his vision and ran freely down his cheeks with no shame.

He never got kicked below the belt, never.

Claire looked at Wesker, doubled over on the floor and clutching his sides in pain.

Serves that bastard right for raping my brother's sanity. She couldn't help but snigger to herself.

"Hey sweetheart," Chris said and Claire beamed at her brother and gave him a hug, only to pause as the stinking aroma reached her. "Where's Leon?" he asked, oblivious to the blond's condition. He noticed the luggage next to the door where Claire was standing and couldn't help but wonder about the reason for it.

She looked briefly from her brother to the blond who was standing to his feet with mustered will. Wesker passed them a glance before walking/limping with difficulty out of the room, leaving the siblings to sort out their family matters alone. "I'll be in the kitchen," he said, but his voice was wavering and sounded like a 12-year-old girl as he was fighting the urge to cry.

Still holding herself back from bursting out laughing, Claire nodded at him then turned to her brother, who sat down and gestured for her to join him. "What's wrong, Claire?"

Chris felt her hesitate before sitting carefully down and cursed a certain blond for not giving him the time to clean himself. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth to begin. "We... had a fight," she said and looked at the opposite wall, her hand idly rubbing her 8 months bulging tummy.

"Why?" The redhead looked down at the floor, not wanting to see that look in her brother's beautiful blue eyes. The brunette sighed and placed a finger under his sister's chin to tilt her head up and look at him. "Claire, what's the matter?"

"I found a number in his jacket pocket and a hickey on the collar of his shirt," Claire started and looked up to see Chris staring at her with a creased frown, his eyebrows nearly becoming one line to form the letter 'V'. "They were Angela's. I... I asked him if he was cheating on me. We started yelling in each other's faces and throwing heavy instruments…" Chris flinched slightly when Claire clutched at him as she began sobbing into his dirty shirt, "He said that at least she didn't have a homo brother, and I couldn't take it anymore and kicked him out the house with a gun to his head…"

Chris made a mental note to take the gun away from her later. Claire sniffed, "He also mentioned... divorce…." Her voice was shaking and he saw her biting her lips to keep from breaking into tears again. "Said he didn't want the baby to be teased for the rest of his life for having a fag uncle and will take him away from me to raise in a clean environment."

Chris felt speechless. Leon had never had problems with his lifestyle; they'd even had missions together and Leon had said nothing. Now Chris found out that the man had been bottling his feelings for so long.

But that did not give him the excuse to cheat on his pregnant wife, and that meant war in Chris Redfield's dictionary. "That son of-" Chris bolted to his feet with the idea of kicking the bastard's ass for making his baby sister cry, only to be stopped by her small hand on his right arm.

"Chris, no! I don't want things to get worse."

Chris hated himself for causing his baby sister such troubles, especially in her delicate condition. He ran a hand through his messy hair to try and calm himself a bit. "Where the hell is he now?"

"He's on a mission to Colorado that will take 7 hours, but I think it will take him a while to finish sorting other things out." Chris figured by her words that Leon took off and it might likely take big force to get him back.

"But how can he leave you like this?" He growled, "You're almost due!"

Claire knew the second Chris spotted Leon, her husband would become history; he just messed with the wrong Redfield. She tilted her head up slightly to meet her brother's clear blue eyes. "You'll be there for me, right?"

At this, Chris' heart melted. She sounded so fragile, like the baby sister he missed taking care of so much. He pulled Claire to his arms and kissed the top of her head.

"Always."

~*~*~

To be stuck with someone who hated his guts was no big deal for him; he was used to it. To be stuck with someone who hated his guts and happened to be his lover's only family was a whole different situation.

Eavesdropping on the Redfield's conversation didn't strike his morals since he lacked any, plus whichever part of the house he sat in gave him clear hearing of every single word like he was in the same room, conversing with them too. However, Wesker felt a little bad for overhearing the private conversation since it was labeled "Family Matters"—whatever that meant, anyway—but he couldn't stop his supersensitive hearing from picking up the obscenities his lover was proudly using to badmouth his brother-in-law.

The only thing he understood was that Chris' sister had a fight with her cursed husband. What he didn't understand was why she was staying with them. Claire would be their guest until Leon comes to apologize, which he hoped would be soon, or until she gave birth if the bastard didn't recoil, and that meant much more unwanted time with the female Redfield.

Now how is he going to ravish that sweet ass of his lover with Claire under the same roof?

If there is anything he hates most about his lover, it's his crappy load of unexplainable sense of morality. Chris always became rigid and jumpy when the little brat known as his sister was present, and thanks to Wesker's great healing powers, the dull pain in his lower region is one big proof.

"I must find a way to get rid of her fast," Wesker muttered quietly.

The sound of footsteps nearing snapped him out of his private world. There were small thuds going up the stairs and he guessed they belonged to Claire—he could smell Chris' essence lingering in the air nearby—as she went either to the bathroom or the guestroom where she'd likely be staying. Chris came through the doors of the kitchen and went straight to the sink, turning the knob full force to allow water to wash his head. Under the faucet, the brunette growled with super anger that made Wesker worry for his wellbeing, especially when steam was coming out of his ears.

A pair of warm hands rested on the back of Chris' shoulders and started to knead at the stiff muscles that were like jelly right before Claire had stepped foot in their house. Chris tensed momentarily before letting out a loud groan, trying to relax into his lover's sweet gesture.

"Hey," Wesker kissed the side of his neck tenderly, "What's worked you up like this?"

Chris let another groan escape his throat. "That fuck just dumped my sister because of me, Albert," He turned away from Wesker's figure to regard him with an angry glare. "Because of me, my sister has to suffer for the rest of her life!"

Whoa there, drama queen. "That's irrelevant; Claire's a strong woman who survived flesh-lovers all on her own," the blond pointed out and closed the distance between him and his pissed lover. "Don't blame yourself for Kennedy's psycho issues," he leaned onto him and whispered, moving his hands to rest on Chris' rear in a slow sensual motion.

"How can you think about sex at a time like this, goddammit!" Chris cried out at him. Wesker took a small step backwards in case hormones decided to take over. "It's hard to be in love then heartbroken, I know how that damn well feels, you fucking bastard!" Wesker was shoved then and stumbled back to fall on his ass as the brunette left him alone to stare at the empty place in front of him.

Wesker, taken aback by the outrageous move, blinked.

"What did I do?!"

I hope this didn't give any readers brain-damage. I haven't found any fic with Claire and Leon actually having a family fight (most fics about sappy love and stuff) and the idea of making Wesker one of the family is too cute to ignore 8D

Tell me what you think, ok?

Love ya!