Okay, so in my four months of not posting the new chapter, I've finished two semesters of college, got diagnosed with a sleeping disorder, and my wonderful flash drive that I had THREE NEW chapters written on was broken. And my laptop died *SAD FACE* So here is what I think I wrote the first go around. Special thanks to sephiro90, and all of you for supporting this story!

Chris was drunk. Well, drunk was an understatement. He was so drunk, it bordered on alcohol poisoning. Jill had to drive him home for fear of him dying on the way. Chris managed to tell her where his apartment was, and she just barely managed to get him into bedroom.

"Wait. SHIT. I forgot something," Chris slurred out.

"If it was work related, it can wait for you sober up. If you left it at the bar, I'll go back and get it," his fellow teammate responded.

"No, it was about Wesker! I was supposed to go to his apartment after work! SHIT! He's gonna be pissed!" the drunken marksmen tried to get on his feet, but Jill stopped him.

"What did Wesker need you over for?"

"So he could fuck me again, probably," Chris suddenly looked like a deer caught in headlights. "…I didn't just tell you that."

"WHAT? Chris, please tell me you and Wesker aren't sleeping together? You could both lose your jobs!" Jill yelled.

"It's not like I wanted to in the beginning."

"Let me get this straight. Wesker is forcing you?"

"It started out that way, but I think I like it now," Chris said matter-of-factly.

"Chris….this is wrong. You have to tell Irons-"

"Why? Going good so far."

"CHRIS!"

"What? Stop yelling. I think my booze is wearing off."

"Okay. How did this start? And why is it okay now?"

"While back, and I think Wesker wants me, and it's not so bad since yesterday night," Chris replied. Jill guessed that if it wasn't for the all the alcohol in his system, he would never tell her this.

"Oh my God, Chris. You have to break it off!"

"Do you think you can tell Wesker no?" Chris slurred.

"Point taken. What happened?"

"I had mind blowing sex with him at his apartment."

"... ... ...Okay. I'm going to pretend I didn't hear any of this and go home. But please Chris. Please. If Wesker hurts you, go tell Irons. Or at least Mayor Harris," Jill said, kissing Chris on the cheek and pushing him into bed.

"Okay. Night Jilly-bean!" Chris giggled.

"Good night, Redfield."

The next day, Chris woke up with a horrible hang over and a dreadful feeling. Thank God he had the day off or he would be soo screwed. His thoughts, however, where interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Hang on, I'm coming!" Chris said getting up. He was still wearing his clothes from yesterday and smelled awful, but his head was pounding far more than it should. He threw open his door and instantly regretted it.

"You did not show up to my apartment last night, Officer Redfield." Albert Wesker had an evil smirk on his face, and suddenly Chris felt a knot in his stomach.

"I, uh, went with the guys after work, and got a little drunk. Must have forgot," It was nothing short of the truth, but Wesker did not look as though he believed him. "I swear to God, Captain, it's true-"

"I know. Mister Burton called me this morning and told me about what conspired. I must say, I'm rather proud you told me the truth Chris," Wesker got closer to Chris and made him back up. Wesker walked inside the small apartment and closed the door. "I believe that constitutes a reward."

Chris still couldn't believe how soft Wesker's lips were, how his mouth tasted. His mouth was minty, his tongue was so wet, and mouth was hot, unbelievably so. Chris wanted more of the man. He'd already had sex with him once. What was one more time?

Chris didn't care anymore. He fell to his knees and unzipped Wesker's pants. He pulled out his half hard penis, and started licking him. He took as much of the man as he could and sucked hard. Wesker let Chris do as he pleased, with a sadistic smile on his face. It seemed he had trained Chris well. Wesker pulled Chris over to the bathroom.

"What the hell, Wesker?" Chris yelled.

"You smell like cheap beer and cigarettes. Get in the shower. Now."

Chris undressed and stepped into his small shower. Wesker followed suit, and soon Chris was pressed against the wall with Wesker's tongue down his throat, and his hand on his dick. Wesker took a long time to get Chris clean, mainly because he put Chris on all fours in the shower while he thrust into him violently.

Chris was laying on his side with Wesker curled up behind him. Chris had never gone four rounds in one day, but Wesker made sure he did. The thirty-five year old blonde was more insatiable than Chris ever would have imagined. The man certainly loved sex, or simply loved the power he allowed the man to hold over him. Chris had so many question he wanted to ask the STARS Captain-

"Why can you never do this much thinking at work?"

"Why do you always scare the shit out of me when I'm thinking?"

"Take a nap already."

"I can't. I want to ask you some questions."

"If it will make you give me a moment's rest, fine. I'll answer."

"Are you gay?"

"Yes and no. Sex is sex. It does not matter to me if it is a man or woman. If I want sex, I'm going to have it one way or another."

The look Chris gave was priceless. No wonder Wesker tied him down in his office...

"Why did you go after me?"

"You are rather attractive Christopher. And you did not put up much of a fight."

"Thanks," Chris said rolling his eyes.

"Anything else?"

"That's enough for now. I never thought you would actually answer them."

"Oh. You will be paying me back for them."

"Seriously? How can you go that many times in one day? I couldn't even get it up more than twice in a day when I was in high school!" Chris yelled in disbelief.

"I enjoy sex whenever possible. And you do not seem to mind that much, Christopher."
God, that man tried his patience. Wesker's hand slid down from his waist and grabbed his crotch. "One more go?"

"... ... ...Uugghh...Fine." And it began again.

So yeah. Sorry for the wait. I wil try to get the next chapter up before I start back for fall semester. Later guys! Love Zume.