Foot Rest

by Hikaru Morinaga

Being on your feet all day sucks. Which is why Albert Wesker likes to sit down with his coffee and put his foot up on his foot rest. It was like no other, and it was pretty muscular, too. He likes them muscular, apparently. WeskerxChris. One shot.

Foot Rest

Dedicated to TheNicoChan

Albert Wesker sat down in his worn arm chair, a mug of coffee in his hands. In the door way stood Chris Redfield, a frown on his face as Wesker took a sip from his mug.
"Well don't just stand there, Chris," Wesker said, focusing more on the coffee than the brunette in the door way. "Be useful for once." Chris, however, stayed where he was.
"Doing what, Wesker?" came the reply, cold and icy towards his former mentor.
"Well I need a favour done." Wesker placed the mug down and laced his fingers together.
"What kind of favour?"
"You'll see," Wesker answered, stifling a yawn. "Now come closer, Chris. I'm not so vile that you can't stand the sight of me or even stand in the same room as me." Chris sighed and moved closer.

"Get down on all fours."
Chris stood there, a questioning look on his face.
"What?"
"I said get down on all fours. Come on," Wesker said, chuckling slightly. Chris scoffed in reply.
"Make me, Wesker," the brunette said, and crossed his arms.
Wesker smirked, pulled his gun out from his holster effortlessly, and fingered it lovingly.
"I'll lodge a bullet in your brain if you don't. And it'd be a waste of a perfectly good bullet to do so, so just do it."
Chris sighed and said, "Fine," and reluctantly got down on all fours in front of the blond.
Wesker did nothing more than put his feet up, resting them on Chris's muscular back.

"Hey, what gives?!"
Wesker continued to caress his gun.
"Shut up, Chris. I'm on my feet all day. They need a rest every once in a while, you know."
Chris entertained the thought of bucking the blond's feet off but decided against it, knowing how good Wesker was with a gun.
"Then why not buy a friggin' foot rest?"
Wesker chuckled lightly.
"Why waste precious money saved for the T-Virus on one when I have you?" Chris growled and blushed enough so that it wasn't very visible.

Wesker removed his feet and got up. Crossing the room, he stood in the door way.
"Meet me back here at eleven o'clock tonight. I will not tolerate tardiness, and if you are late, I'll make your life an even bigger hell."
Chris got up and walked over to Wesker.
"Why?"
Wesker smirked again, this time it was more noticeable.
"You know why. Until next time, Chris." With that, Wesker left, leaving Chris all alone.
"...Don't tell me he's going to use his gun again."