Я люблю Вас
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for Sergei!...Okay, fine, I don't own him. You people always have to crush my dreams, don't you?!
Summary: 'It means...'I like you,' comrade. And I do; very much.' Sergei/Wesker
Chapter 4: Confessions Over Coffee
It had been a few days since the incident in the locker room and Wesker hadn't seen hide nor tail of Sergei. He almost thought maybe he wasn't even there until he overheard some of the soldiers from the Umbrella militia complaining about how Sergei bitched at them for not doing their job right. So, obviously, he had to be there. It was clear he was avoiding Wesker just as much as Wesker was avoiding him.
But they couldn't avoid each other forever. They were not parallel lines; they had to cross paths again eventually.
Wesker sat by himself in a far corner of the desolate cafeteria. It was far too early for many of the other Umbrella staff to be present in the room, so it was no surprise to him that he was alone. He actually preferred it like that. It gave him some space to lose himself in his thoughts.
The styrofoam cup sandwiched between his hands gave off a pleasant warmth from the steaming coffee sitting at rest inside. The warmth was barely noticed as Wesker stared out the window to his right, his brows scrunched together in hard concentration at his inner turmoil.
'Sergei...kissed me. He kissed me, and I liked it. I REALLY liked it...' The heat rose to his cheeks as he recalled how easily he went from being a civilized human being to a lust-hungry animal, clinging to Sergei so tightly as the two of them locked lips in a bruising kiss. 'But I shouldn't have liked it so much. That man just...irks me to no end.'
But did he really? As of late, did Sergei really get on his nerves as much as he used to? No. Though...why would he not? Why would Sergei be adopting a much more pleasant persona around him? As far as Wesker knew, he wasn't doing that with anyone else; just him. The answer should've been as clear as day to him - Sergei wanted him BAD - but he refused to come to that conclusion. Any conclusion but that, as well as the conclusion that he, too, shared those feelings for Sergei.
It was wrong, just completely wrong. They were two people who greatly disliked each other and they were on two very different plateaus in the corporation. To alter any part of that whatsoever would destroy the balance of things, it would throw all of nature into a hellish tumult. Well, that was exaggerating a bit, but the point was he and Sergei were supposed to be refraining from tearing each other apart upon every meeting, not refraining from throwing themselves at each other and losing themselves in pure, feral instinct.
Another person sat down at the table Wesker occupied, taking the seat right across from him. Out of the corner of his eye, Wesker could identify the person as Sergei.
"We need to talk." The Russian said blatantly.
Wesker kept his gaze out the window. "There's nothing to talk about. You went wild on me in the locker room, I responded, and that's all there is to it."
"Yes, but I shouldn't have done it. You were obviously not expecting it."
The blond's head snapped forward so he could stare his superior in the face. "Of course I wasn't expecting it! Who would expect someone with whom there was a mutual disdain to kiss them?"
Sergei's gaze shifted down to his hands clasped together on the table. "Honestly, comrade, I thought it was obvious."
"What was?"
"How I felt."
"Well, THAT was rather obvious considering the way you were pinning me against the lockers. I could easily feel it against me." With a snort, Wesker turned his head back to the window. "I don't care how you feel."
"Alright, I admit, I was a little hot and bothered, but that's not all there is to it. When I told you I liked you, I...wasn't very clear." He stopped to see if Wesker was taking an interest in what he was saying, He was not, so he continued. "'Я люблю Вас' is Russian for, 'I love you.'"
This had regained Wesker's full attention. He stared at Sergei, scanning over him for any sign he was bluffing, his expression unreadable.
"You...love me?" Wesker repeated, earning a nod in reply.
"Yes, that's right. I understand if you think I'm simply..." He thought for the proper English euphemism he wanted to use. "Pulling your leg, or I'm up to something dirty, but I'm really not doing that, comrade. I am being sincere with you, but if you don't feel the same way, I understand."
There was a brief silence before Wesker said questioningly, "Sergei?"
"Yes, comrade?"
"You are a disgusting human being." He turned back to the window. "Get out of my sight right now."
Speechlessly, the ex-colonel watched the other man incredulously. As much as he tried to prepare himself for such an answer, when the harsh words entered his ears, it was still hard to process, like he was expecting Wesker to confess his long, undying love for him and they would happily return to the locker room and pick up where they'd left off before.
Disheartened, Sergei rose from the chair and left the cafeteria just as a small group of workers came in for breakfast.
Aww, poor Sergei. Wesker's so mean! :( But don't hate Wesker, cuz he's Wesker. Wesker simply can't be hated. XD
I also do apologize for the chapter being kinda on the short side.