Foxtrot

Disclaimers: I don't own Resident Evil and relating characters. They are copyright of their respective owners.

Warning(s): Yaoi, Slash, Lemon, M/M, Violence, Language, Blood, Fluff, etc.

Pairing(s): Chris x Wesker & Wesker x Chris

Spoilers: If you haven't played Resident Evil 5, there are spoilers.

A/N: Well I figured that poor Mr. Redfield must be pretty sick of being the uke. So I decided to make a story chopped full of Chris/Wesker AND Wesker/Chris.

Summary: Wesker has always been known for his stoic features and cold personality, but when Chris gets to know him on a more personal level, things get a little heated up and Chris realizes that Wesker is actually very delicate.

Fear not! Chapter 5 will contain the beginning of a sexy moment. And in chapter 6, the pants are coming off kiddies ;)

I was afraid to go into the hospital the next day, but I went anyways. I wasn't surprised when I saw Wesker in the lobby again. He saw me and waved. At first I was shocked, but then I remembered our agreement. I grinned as I walked up to him.

"So, can you leave yet?" I asked.

Wesker sighed as he replied, "Yes. But on one condition."

"That condition being that you have to go home to family?"

"Well yes. But the doctors want a weekly report from the family I'm staying with until next year."

"Why?"

"They want to know how I'm doing. After all, they do think I'm a miracle man," Wesker stated as he leaned on one crutch. One crutch? Yesterday he had two crutches.

"What happened to your other crutch?" I aksed.

"I don't need it anymore. I'll need one crutch for a while though." I nodded. He was infected, so I guess I shouldn't have been surprised by his healing ability. There was a silence between us that made us both uncomfortable.

"Chris," he said softly. I looked at him and noticed that his face was completely healed. Huh. It made me sort of wish that I had that kind of power.

"Yeah?"

"You do realize that the new condition means I have to stay with you for a year don't you?" Shit. I hadn't thought of that when he told me what the doctors had ordered. I groaned and he smiled at my agony. I hate that man. I hated him so much.

"Ah shit! Whatever let's just get the hell out of here before I leave your sorry ass in here forever," I growled as I led him to my car. He looked at it and gave a "hmph".

"What's that for?" I questioned as I opened the passenger door for him.

"I just never expected you to drive a Crystal Black Pearl, 2009 Honda Element," he stated as I helped him get on his seat. I was slightly stunned.

"How do you know so much about my car?"

"Because I used to drive the same exact color and model before I got a Grigio Metallic, 2010 Accura RDX. And then I got rid of that when I got my Lamborghini Murcielago LP640." I was stunned again. Not only had Wesker owned a RDX, a car I'd love to get if I wasn't so attached to my Element, but he currently owned a Lamborghini. I sighed and buckled Wesker in then slammed the door shut. Damn him and his nice cars.

I got in my own seat and then we drove off. The entire way to my apartment, Wesker didn't say a word, except for the occasional comment on my driving abilities. It sort of creeped me out.

When we finally made it to my apartment, I noticed that Wesker looked exhausted. I shrugged it off for the moment and opened the door for him. He stepped in and as I walked in I noticed that his eyes had widened slightly.

"Well this is my home sweet home," I said as I shut the door and locked it. Wesker didn't say anything, he just kept looking at the room we were standing in.

"Uh…Wesker?" I asked. He shook his head slightly and looked at me. There was a strange look on his face that I couldn't make out.

"Yes Chris?" he responded, his voice full of that distain he had for me. I rolled my eyes. He was back to normal.

"Are you alright? You were spacing out there for a moment."

"I will admit that I was slightly shocked that your apartment is so…appealing." I was caught off guard by that one.

"So you like it?"

"Yes Christopher. I like it." I grinned and he frowned at me. I shrugged and then decided to give him a quick tour. So I led him to the kitchen and the bathroom and the office. Then I showed him where he'd being staying.

"And where will you be Chris?" he asked as I led him back to the living room.

"In my room," I answered as he began to hobble off toward the one room I hadn't shown him. He opened the door and I immediately sprinted to him to shut it. He blocked me and walked into my room.

"Wesker get out!" I demanded as he limped around the room, looking at all of my stuff. He stopped once he reached my nightstand. I froze as he picked up the picture that was on it and held it up to look at it.

After a deafening silence passed, Wesker placed the framed image back down. He looked at me, a faint smile on his face and said, "You really are too kind for your own good, Chris."

I just stared at him. What was I supposed to say? I sighed and shifted my weight onto my left leg. Wesker made his way over to me and got right in my face. I froze again. What the hell was he doing?

He smirked and then walked past me. I was confused but I didn't let that show. I looked at the nightstand and smiled slightly. That picture was one taken of Jill, Wesker, Barry and I back when we all worked for S.T.A.R.S. But what made it special was that that picture is the only one in existence that shows Wesker smiling. Not smiling an evil or twisted smile, or some forced grin, but a genuine smile. I shook my head as I closed my door and then looked for Wesker.

I found him sleeping on his bed. I had been right, he was tired. I chuckled as I closed his door and then proceeded to the living room. It had been an interesting day to say the least. And somehow I now had Albert Wesker, the man I loathed with all of my being, living with me.

Oh goodness! I can't wait to upload chapter 5! :D