Chapter One: Dream

Wesker awoke to the sound of thunder crashing somewhere in the distance. Its penetrating sound didn't frighten the blond man though. No, he actually enjoyed the sound. A familiar sound of great power and chaos.

But, it wasn't just the thunder that caused him to awake in his slumber though. It was a dream. A reoccurring dream about a particular person he despised substantially. He was certain they were only harmless nightmares but, somehow deep within him he felt as though they weren't. These dreams of…

Chris.

Chris Redfield.

Ever since the day he first saw Chris, at his first day on the job as a S.T.A.R.S. member, he had suddenly dreamt such dreams. These dreams he hated almost as equally as Chris. But, Chris was more of a nuisance than these sleep disruptive dreams. This dream he had experienced tonight was dissimilar from the rest of them. It was more vivid and he felt as though he was actually there. And it actually struck some sort of infinitesimal fear within him which soon increased as he lingered more on it. This vivid dream created a mixed feeling of disgust and an even more burning hatred for Chris. But, there was also something else. Something hidden deep inside of him that was ignored, neglected, and abused for so many years until this particular day where it was finally recognized again.

Lust.

~ Dream ~

Wesker had always checked on the team as they slept. And even if one were still awake in bed they would be completely lost in thought that they would never take notice. Never thinking that the captain was there...wondering about the different possibilities on how to torture or exterminate each team member as they slept so peacefully and innocent like in their warm beds. As though they were safe within the hands of what they believed was the trusted and greatly admired captain, Wesker. But, one person that admired Wesker more than anyone else, probably to the point of a role model to this person, was Chris.

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Chris was only a novice and started off with the basics of what every novice had to go through. During these trainings he heard talk of this Wesker guy which Chris immediately took both an interest and a liking to. Wesker was everything he ever wanted to be. Wesker was strong, valiant, and even intelligent! But, Wesker was a professional and in the tops and Chris was only a novice. How can he ever catch up to him?

Chris started to become extremely ambitious and worked very hard in the things he had to do.

People saw he got talent. Chris was probably the very first novice to ever excel ahead in the game. He eventually led up to the promotion to a S.T.A.R.S. member. Chris was quite anxious to meet Wesker once he received the great news and he was not disappointed that is until…

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Wesker had at last reached Chris's room. He had been promoted and was given this petite room which was coincidentally next to Wesker's dormitory.

The moonlight that invaded the room basked it in a beautiful dark blue light that gave a standard amount of help in viewing the room and the new owner.

This was the first Wesker had seen Chris asleep and so serene. On the first day of being a S.T.A.R.S. member he was quite exhilarated and attempted to make pleasant conversations with the seemingly introverted Wesker. But, Chris would never leave him alone and he pestered Wesker. Luckily, the only way to break away from such annoyance he'd escaped to the solitude of...

the bathroom.

His room would be a secondary because knowing Chris, even he were to tightly lock up his door, he would request for his presence while abusing his door with a rhythmic beating of the fists. And if he were to enter the room chances of him leaving would most likely be 1%.

But, Wesker knew very well that Chris admired him. Wesker thought it was a little flattering but, also thought it was annoying and pathetic. He found all the admirations for the "good" captain to be absurd. And since, Chris admired him the most Wesker hated him the most. Chris's admiration was repulsive and disgusted him. One day he was going to crush Chris's prodigious heart. He wanted Chris to experience the heavy pain inflicted to his heart. He couldn't wait to see Chris's face once he sees the real person masqueraded behind the "flawless" captain. How shattered the poor Chris will be inside.

Wesker smiled at the thought and let out a small chuckle. He then, silently walked towards the sleeping brunette and gazed upon him. His face was quite serene as he calmly breathed through his mouth.

"Soon Christopher. Soon. You'll see." Wesker gently stroked the hair of the dormant Chris and slowly slid it down his cheek caressing it for a few seconds until the inquiring Wesker wondered how his skin felt without his glove on. So, he took off both gloves and placed them on an end table close by. He again stroked his soft hair gently feeling each group of hair slide coolly through his fingers and under his palm. Then, he caressed the cheek. A surprisingly smooth surface that he can touch for hours...

"Wesker?" A hushed and soft voice came through the lips of the brunette as he slowly blinked his eyes. "What-what are you doing here?" Chris talked as though it was a normal thing for Wesker to come in and disrupt his rest.

"Nothing. Go back to sleep." He instantaneously removed his hand from Chris's space, grabbed his gloves, and started to walk back towards the door as he slid the gloves back on.

"Wait." Chris grabbed Wesker's right wrist and he turned around to find the brunette half sitting on the bed the covers creating a false image of a fat hood less cape upon Chris.

"Your welcome to stay." Wesker was surprised to see Chris this way. His voice was much softer and his face looked almost as if pure innocent. Perhaps maybe he's still drowsy.

"I apologize for interrupting your sleep. But, it's best that I should leave. Your going to need a full nights sleep for tomorrow." He placed his hand upon Chris's upper cheek and rubbed his thumb under Chris's darkened eyes. "Your eyes show a lacking of sleep Chris. Get some rest."

"What about you?"

Wesker quickly removed his hand again. "In a few minutes I will. Right now you're the one who needs the sleep." His false concern was entirely oblivious to Chris as he turned his back yet again to leave.

"Wesker, wait!"

"No more delays. Please get some rest-"

"I can't!" Chris threw off the corpulent blanket that clung to him and got up from the bed. Wesker again turned around to see Chris only this time with his feet planted firmly on the carpet. "I can't because - because every day and night I think about you. I-I can't get you out of my head no matter how hard I try to. It affected my performance today I know. But, it was also the thought of you that got me where I am right now-" Chris paused. Did he just say what he thought he said? Chris looked at the floor in embarrassment. Wesker was somewhat amused of what Chris had said. On the first day and Chris was already comfortable of spilling his personal thoughts to Wesker.

Perfect...

"I-I'm sorry." Chris's face was easily conspicuous even if he attempted to cloak his head in the shadows. Believing that these dark shades will help harbor his pathetic face.

"For what?" Wesker's monotone voice questioned.

"I've been on your nerves lately and I apologize for that." So, Chris knew what a vexatious brat he was today. Wesker thought back on the how Chris wouldn't leave his side and how loquacious Chris was. Like, a little kid...

"I just wanted to know you more. But, instead I was only an inconvenience to you on my first day. I even tried to get into your personal life. I really am a terrible person. I-" Chris was still young and his idiotic admiration for Wesker was the root of the bothersome problem that made Chris this way. If hadn't for this sick admiration what would Chris be like? Wesker wondered.

"I understand if you don't like me." His eyes lowered even more. "I'm not as good as you and I-"

What was happening? As Chris opened to the astounded captain Wesker felt some kind of heaviness upon where his heart was supposed to be. As though a giant lump of coal had taken in place of his heart and each beating rhythm became heavier than the next. Wesker's chest slowly and heavily breathed in the essential air that was always there and let it out in the same way he breathed it in.

What...

Hastily Wesker advanced toward the despairing Chris and hearing the pounding noises from the boots he looked up to find the captain in his face. Chris let out a small gasp as Wesker pressed his lips against his and jammed his tongue in swirling it around inside of his mouth. Wesker moved in forward causing Chris to step backwards.

"Mmmmnnnn....Wesker...Wait!....." Wesker slowly retrieved his tongue back into his mouth and looked down on the surprised Chris. Again, that same heaviness hit his heart.

What am I doing?

"Wesker, we can't-" Chris seemed so alluring to Wesker for some reason. He felt some sort of bursting power inside of him. As though there was an animal trying to break through the caged flesh. Whatever it was he failed in keeping it in its place.

Wesker pounced upon the brunette once again invading his mouth. The efficacious kiss was tremendously powerful that Chris had to move back. Wesker's tongue was jammed right down his throat swirling once again tasting the sweetness that Wesker suddenly was so enticed in. The kiss was just too much for Chris that it almost seemed brutal. A part of him wanted to push back the captain that was violating his personal space and a part of him just didn't want it to stop. Wanting more...

Chris's last step was tripping on the sheets below him. Both landed miraculously on the comfy queen sized bed with only an insignificant amount of stinging pain.

But, that didn't stop them from what they were doing.

Besides, the bed was the perfect place for what they going to do next...

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But, this dream that was unlike the others and why it was so vivid because it was…

True. (It was also more explicit than the others)

He did such an excellent job of forgetting what had happened that night and now it has come back. That memory he had once succeeded in locking away in dark corners of his already twisted-dark mind is coming back to haunt him. The one thing he never wanted to do with Chris. He loathed himself for letting that happen but, he was also quite jubilant. Chris had committed his first deadly sin. A sin that Chris will remember day after day scarring him each time he thinks about it. They were marks that signed a contract for an eternity in hell. Wesker smiled at that thought. If Wesker somehow died at least the scar he inflicted upon Chris will remain in place of Wesker. There was no remedy for what Wesker had done to Chris and a burning hatred will live on evermore. Everyday Chris would wake up and remember that regretful day. It will haunt him for years to come.

Wesker chuckled to himself as he gazed out the window of his hidden room to watch the wonderfully dark and pleasant rainy scene knowing Chris was doing the same.

~ Dream ~

The bright light from the sun illumined the room. Wesker was in an upright position in bed with the blanket covering his bare lower body. He turned his head to look at the light that gleamed through the window.

Still not time yet.

Wesker then looked at the creased clothes that were spread all over the carpet around the bed and then at Chris. His fully exposed body snuggled extremely close to Wesker and he was still asleep. Wesker smiled and leaned in to kiss his forehead and stroked his hair delicately.

Soon, Chris, soon…

When your time comes I promise you that it will be the most excruciating of all.

- To be continued -

NOTES: The beginning isn't quite as explicit as everyone would hoped for...

~ S