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Chapter 21- New Years

People are so worried about what they eat between Christmas and the New Year, but they really should be worried about what they eat between the New Year and Christmas. ~Author Unknown

Chris stared at the half-eaten chicken, hard as rock lima beans, and the strange rice casserole that had been coated in a cheap and uninspired curry that were residing on his plate, trying to decide on whether or not his stomach could handle any more of the horrid food. He knew it was polite to finish your food at these sorts of events, but Chris valued both his taste buds and his stomach far too much to throw it away on some crap meal he didn't have to pay for.

Judging by the rest of the people at his table, he wasn't the only one considering giving up. Jill had managed to move the food around enough that it looked like she had eaten it, Edward had managed to get through the chicken before he tossed the lima beans into the flower centerpiece, and Joseph looked decidedly ill every time he so much as looked at the curry dish.

The only ones who seemed to get through the entire meal were Barry and Forest, but they claimed that they had years of practice getting through horrid cooking thanks to their mothers.

The New Year's Gala had started out like any other event. Guests slowly filtered in, some Chris recognized and others he simply knew as officials he did not want to anger. He tried to mingle, but he soon realized he didn't know what the hell he was talking about, and found his way to the safety of the STARS table where everyone but Enrico and Wesker were sitting.

The two Captains had the unfortunate business of sitting at the table with all of the higher-ups, the men and women who were signing their pay checks. Under normal circumstances, Chris would have found the entire idea of Wesker trying to play nice with everyone entirely too amusing, but he was far too concerned about the strange food that magically appeared on his plate that he was expected to eat to laugh at the expense of his Captain.

Chris had been so deep in thought about the food that he jumped slightly when one of the waiters had swooped in to take his plate, officially ending the predicament he was in.

"Oh, thank god…" Chris could hear Jill mutter under her breath as her plate, too, was taken.

The entire room seemed to relax as their dishes were removed, and conversation immediately picked up as people left their chairs to mingle. Music started to play courtesy of a live band, and already half-drunken middle-aged couples began to stagger around on the dance floor, attempting to dance like they did in their youth.

Most of the STARS members left the table to go and speak with someone else they knew, but Chris found himself content to stay in his chair where he couldn't possibly cause any trouble. Forest, Richard, and Brad all seemed content to stay where they were as well, worried looks etched across their features.

They had all gone into work earlier that day, not because they felt like working on New Year's Eve, but because Wesker had an important meeting planned, one that was critical for the gala and one that involved some very heavy warnings for everyone.

"There will be no vulgar dancing, no swearing, no lewd conduct, no inappropriate discussions, and no gossip," Wesker said, pacing up and down the briefing room. "I want you all to wear perfect smiles the entire evening, to dance with respect towards the young woman you're with, and most importantly, respect those who you are conversing with- especially if they rank higher than you… do I make myself clear?"

"What if we don't dance well?" Forest asked, raising his hand.

"Then don't dance."

"What if someone asks us to dance though- isn't it rude to say no?"

"Then simply state that you are feeling unwell, or make up another appropriate excuse."

"Aren't excuses like that sort of rude too?"

"Will you stop with these questions? Just don't do anything completely idiotic and you won't lose your job- is that clear enough?"

It certainly was clear enough- so clear that all four men sitting at the table were afraid to do anything that might upset anyone at the gala.

"So… nice music," Forest said, fiddling with his bowtie every so often as he looked around the room.

"If you like swing, I guess it is." Brad was busy inspecting his wine glass for some unknown reason. Chris suspected it was just to look busy in hopes no one would talk to him.

"I like swing music," Chris said, trying to keep the awkward conversation going. With so many things being deemed as inappropriate to discuss, it seemed like no one knew what they could say.

"I've always been more of a jazz man myself," Richard said, before everyone fell silent, the four of them looking around the room while hands came up to grab at bowties that felt far too tight.

What felt like an eternity seemed to pass before Chris felt a weight on the back of his chair. Craning his neck around, Chris could see very well up Wesker's nose before he turned back around, suddenly very interested in the floral centerpiece. He really did like how the red roses mixed with the white baby's breath.

"Why are you all just sitting here?" Wesker asked.

"Uh… well… because we like to sit?" Forest said, although he sounded confused by his answer.

Chris could hear Wesker sigh before replying. "Well you will all have plenty of time to sit later when you're home. For now I suggest you go and mingle."

Punctuating the word 'mingle' with a sharp tug to Chris' chair, all of the men at the table stood up quickly and nodded at their Captain before dispersing into the crowd, intent on finding someone to speak with whom they knew.

Chris looked around the room for a moment before he caught sight of a familiar face standing with a few other women near the dance floor. Slipping past people as quickly as possible, Chris found himself sliding in beside Mindy, relief seeping into him. Mindy would protect him from the awkward small talk- or at least he hoped she would.

"Oh, hi, Chris!" Smiling, Mindy moved her champagne glass from one hand to the other and patted Chris on the shoulder gently. She was wearing an elegant dark green dress with small black accents, while her blonde hair was pulled up in a bun, small curls coming down to frame her face.

Chris thought she looked like a million bucks.

"Hey, how are you?" he asked, going to kiss her cheek.

Shrugging, Mindy let it be known that she was just okay through the simple gesture before turning her attention to the two other women who were present in the conversation. "Chris, I would like you to meet Tara and Meredith. They both work as secretaries in the main lobby of the RPD."

Shaking the two ladies' hands, Chris gave them his brightest smile, which seemed to have quite the effect on Tara. She was a petite woman, her slim figure covered in a bright red fabric, the style of dress similar to that of the classic Chinese gowns he saw in the China Town district of Raccoon City. Her dark black hair cascaded down her shoulders in long curls, and although Chris wasn't attracted to dark haired women, he had to admit she was very pretty.

"It's nice to meet you, Chris… Where do you work?" Meredith asked as Tara battered her eyelashes.

"I'm a member of STARS- part of Alpha Team, actually," Chris said, watching Tara carefully to make sure she didn't try anything. She already seemed like a very upfront woman.

"Oh, you're part of STARS? That must be very exciting; I bet you have a lot of stories to tell," Tara said, a smile playing at her lips.

"I've got a few, but they're pretty involved tales."

"Mind telling me one while we dance?"

It took Chris a moment to realize Tara had asked him to dance, and he must have looked like a very intelligent man with such a shocked expression on his face. Usually the guy asked, and when they did it was after some playful conversation. Tara certainly went straight for the kill.

Mindy seemed to realize this too, and she was about to say something (Chris suspected it was to deflect the proposition), but Chris beat her to it.

"I'd love to," he said, sticking his arm out for her to take. She couldn't seem to help but grin widely, and passed her glass to Meredith before following Chris out onto the dance floor. Although Chris considered himself faithful to Wesker, he thought there was no harm in dancing with Tara. She was pretty, he enjoyed dancing, and it wasn't like he could actually dance with Wesker. Besides, they were playing a fast-paced song that didn't require any slow and intimate dancing.

"So, STARS… You must be very important," she said as they moved across the dance floor, Chris guiding her with ease. Thank god his aunt taught him how to dance when he was younger.

"Not really- we're not as important as people make us out to be. We've just got tougher jobs, I guess."

"You're just being modest… I like that," Tara said, keeping in time with the music.

Blushing, Chris looked away for a moment and glanced up from Tara's face just in time to see Wesker standing close to the dance floor. He was in a group of people who were in deep discussion, but Wesker's attention seemed to be on him.

"U-uh, glad you like modest people. It's a good trait; people don't value it enough," Chris said, tearing his attention away from Wesker to look back at Tara.

She laughed softly, the sound carrying over to him clear enough through the music and conversation all around them. "You're funny too- how come no one's snatched you up yet?"

"Who said they haven't?"

"You're not seeing anyone, are you?" Despite the question, there was still a playful tone in her voice, one that told Chris it didn't matter to her either way.

Glancing back up at Wesker, he now seemed to be in deep discussion with a portly older gentleman, but Chris knew he continued to glance over at him, despite the sunglasses that covered his eyes.

"I… well, I am. But I can still dance with other pretty ladies." Smiling, Chris spun her before pulling her back close, making her laugh.

Chris knew he was making Wesker squirm, and did he ever enjoy it. It was about time he made Wesker wonder what their relationship was, and it felt good to have that power over the older man.

"Well, I'm fine with that too, Chris."

The two of them danced for one more song before they both returned to the side where Mindy and Meredith were still standing. Taking her glass back from Meredith, Tara turned and gave Chris a quick courtesy.

"Thank you for the dance, Chris. You're very quick on your feet, and it's not every day a girl meets a man who can dance so well."

"You're welcome; it was a pleasure dancing with you as well. Now, if you ladies will excuse me…" Shaking Meredith's and Tara's hands once again, Chris turned and kissed Mindy quickly on the cheek before pulling back.

Mindy gave Chris an accusing look, and he simply shrugged and left them to their gossip. Making his way to the washroom, Chris left the ballroom and walked down the hallway until he got to the very end where the swinging doors lay that would lead him to the white and crystal clean bathroom.

That was one thing Chris always checked for when he entered a new building- where the bathrooms were.

Going to one of the urinals, Chris pulled himself out and proceeded with business while the door to the bathroom opened once again. Footsteps could be heard and they abruptly stopped behind him.

"Christopher, I wanted to talk to you."

Wesker's voice resounded about the room, and Chris suddenly found himself unable to pee.

"U-uh… did you want to talk right now? Because I'm kinda in the middle of something…" Chris said, looking over his shoulder at Wesker.

Wesker shrugged and motioned for Chris to continue, his attention turning to the mirrors that lined the walls.

Turning his attention back to the duty at hand, Chris tried to stop thinking about the man standing right behind him who was practically breathing down his neck as he pissed. It took a while, but he finally finished what he was doing and zipped himself up before going to the sinks, turning the hot and cold water taps on to wash his hands.

Wesker followed, and leaned against the counter casually, watching Chris.

"You were dancing with one of the young secretaries before. I had no idea you could dance," Wesker said, betraying no jealousy of any kind. It kind of pissed Chris off- just a little, though.

"You never asked and we were never in a situation where it mattered. But yeah, I can dance- gotta be quick on my feet, right?" Winking, Chris finished washing and grabbed a paper towel that was sitting beside the soap dispenser.

"Mm… in any matter, I was wondering if you would care to come back to my place tonight?" Wesker said it so casually, but Chris realized that maybe he had become a little jealous after seeing him dance with a woman.

"Yeah… why did you want me to come over?" Chris asked, a grin appearing on his features.

"Well, it has been well over a month since we've-" Chris' eyes went wide as the door to the bathroom opened and an older gentleman appeared, his big bottle glasses perched upon his hawk-like nose as he interrupted the conversation. Wesker caught on at the last second, and a smirk appeared at his lips before finishing. "-gone through your physicals. I think you and I need to go through the training course again."

The man went into one of the stalls, and Chris turned his attention back to the smirking man before him.

"Physicals?"

"Yes, physicals. We would run through the training circuit- have you break out into a sweat as you… show off your physical prowess. I can sense that you're just ready for an explosion of energy after being away for a month…"

"Explosion of energy?" Chris mumbled, mind going in every direction but landing on a very, very nice possibility.

"Mm, yes… but don't think I'll be going easy on you- I haven't gone through the course for a while either, and I am eager to see what you have inside your system… So, what do you say to all of this?"

Chris never knew Wesker could be so dirty minded- but god damn, he loved it.

"S-sure… yeah, sounds great," he said, voice cracking slightly. Wesker smirked, and patted Chris on the arm before going to fix his already perfect hair in the mirror.

The two men left the bathroom and walked back to the ballroom together, with Chris a little more eager for the entire affair to be over. He was about to go and sit back at the table where he saw a few other STARS members had congregated, before a slightly familiar voice stopped both he and Wesker.

Looking to the side, Chris saw Chief Irons standing with his wife and a very frightened Forest. Things did not appear to be going well.

Walking over to the small group, Chris found Wesker gently pressing his shoulder against Chris' before forcing a polite smile onto his lips as he looked at Irons.

"I see you found one of my STARS members finally," Wesker said, his refined accent coming in handy as he tried not to sound annoyed.

"Finally- your god damn team seems to run away from me whenever I approach them!" Irons said, anger in his voice despite his wife's nervous laugh.

"I'm sorry if they caused you any inconvenience, but I'm sure they didn't notice you had arrived, what with all of the stimulating conversations there are to take part in."

Wesker knew how to tread carefully. Forest and Chris, however, did not.

"We weren't running from you," Chris said, trying to ease the situation as Forest moved ever so slowly from Irons and closer to Chris and Wesker.

"Yeah, and if we were then we'd run from Wesker too!" Forest said, laughing nervously. He seemed to be the only one laughing though.

Irons let out a gruff sound before shaking his head. "Your team needs to learn some manners."

Wesker bit back an almost feral snarl that Chris could hear the beginnings of, and instead clenched his jaw before replying. "I'm not their mother… but yes, manners can be taught."

"Sometimes I think STARS is a mess, you know that, Wesker?" Irons said Wesker's last name like it was a piece of trash, and Chris could feel something bad was going to happen.

"While you may insult me and my unusual customs and practices, I will not tolerate you calling the STARS team a mess. They are some of the finest men and women this city has to offer, with incredible skills and intelligence in their areas of expertise. They put their lives on the line every day, and while you may not appreciate the dedication and experience they bring, the people whom they save on a regular basis do," Wesker said, his voice barely controlled as he stared the police Chief down.

Irons seemed at a loss for what to say, and there was silence between all of the members involved in the conversation. Chris thought for a moment that Irons was going to punch Wesker, but the signalling of the last dance before countdown and the Chief's wife pulling him away broke the spell that had been cast.

"Uh… that was…" Chris mumbled before Forest spoke up.

"Thanks, Wesker… for, you know… defending us."

Wesker shrugged and didn't say anything before waving the two off as he stalked away in some direction. Chris was going to follow before he felt a tug at his arm, pulling him towards the dance floor.

Turning around, he saw Jill's hand wrapped around his arm, pulling him towards the dance floor with the amount of force only a woman like her could muster.

"It's the last dance before countdown and I've danced with men who don't know their left foot from their right," Jill began to explain as they got in position on the floor and started to move through the crowed. "I saw you dancing earlier and I thought I would get a good dance out of you."

Chris forgot about following Wesker as soon as his feet started moving, and he couldn't help but smile as Jill explained her back luck with dancers. "They weren't taught by their aunt and little sister, I guess."

Smiling, Jill moved with Chris easily enough, the dance slower-paced than the ones he had experienced before. They were close enough together that they could dance comfortably, but a friendly distance was kept between the two. Jill's cheeks were slightly pink, and her short brown hair swayed as they moved back and forth and side to side. Chris realized how young she actually was, and how much she was accomplishing- he felt lucky to have her as a friend.

"You have a younger sister? I never knew that…"

"Yeah, her name is Claire. I saw her on Christmas and showed her the STARS photo- she already likes you because you keep all of us guys in check," Chris said, winking.

Laughing, Jill shook her head but didn't say anything as the two danced slowly, enjoying the music and the environment that had been created. While the evening was awkward at times, and the food was horrible, Chris figured the night could have gone much worse. Well, Chris figured Wesker was in a pretty foul mood at this point in time, but he intended on changing that later on.

He was so deep in thought that he didn't realize the count down to 1998 had started until they had all stopped dancing. They were already on seven when Chris realized that he was with Jill on New Year's.

Six.

Didn't they expect you to kiss someone on New Year's?

Five.

Oh no… did Jill want a kiss?

Four.

What if she did- should he kiss her back?

Three.

But if she didn't, then what would he do- stand there like an idiot?

Two.

Or if she did, what kind of kiss did she expect?

One.

Shit.

Turning to look at Jill as the entire place erupted in confetti and happy new year's, Chris found himself bending down to kiss her on her cheek quickly, a happy new year's whispered in her ear before pulling up.

The look on Jill's face was unreadable for a moment, before she smiled brightly and hugged Chris to return the kiss on the cheek.

"Happy New Year," she said back before pulling away. Confetti continued to fall from the ceiling, coating everyone in colourful dots of paper as noise makers rattled about and the song 'Auld Lang Syne' was played courtesy of the band. Barry, Brad, and Edward found Chris and Jill in the crowd, and they began to sing the classic tune with Jill- off key and full of enthusiasm, as it should be.

Chris would have joined in if not for that fact that he had looked up to see Wesker had returned and was standing near the exit doors, well away from the raining confetti. A break in the crowed let Chris see him, before the view was swallowed up.

Not even saying goodbye to his friends, who seemed too caught up in the moment anyways, Chris pushed himself through the crowd until he had cleared the busy area. Wesker noticed him approach, and turned around to leave the room, signalling Chris should follow.

As soon as they left the ballroom, Chris grabbed Wesker's hand and dragged him to a deserted corridor where no one would be venturing for some time. Turning around, Chris pressed himself against Wesker and cupped his face in his hands as he gave him a searing kiss. He could feel Wesker's arms wrap around his waist, and a wall soon met his back as Wesker pushed him up against it.

Not breaking apart, they continued to kiss before breathing became an issue. Breaking away rather regretfully, Chris rested his forehead against Wesker's and smiled softly.

"Happy New Year…"

**XX**

"I-I like y-your shirt," Chris panted out, his naked body pressed against the mattress on Wesker's bed. Over top of him, Wesker was thrusting slowly and deeply into Chris, blonde hair getting in his eyes while his open dress shirt gently brushed against Chris' abdomen every so often.

Wesker let out a small grunt while moving down to kiss up Chris' neck before biting an earlobe. "It's just a regular dress shirt…"

"Y-yeah, but it h-hangs off of you so well," Chris said, arms wrapped around Wesker's shoulders.

When the two men had left the party, they came immediately to Wesker's apartment, where they wasted no time in getting to the bedroom. Chris managed to slow Wesker down enough so he could properly remove his expensive, rented tux, but couldn't stop himself when Wesker was half-naked.

They settled for getting Wesker's bottom half completely nude before they continued, and his shirt was almost removed before the need to be together took over any other thought. And so, his nice white shirt was still clinging to him, opened all the way so Chris could admire his chest.

Grinding upwards, Chris moved against Wesker as he gained more confidence in the bedroom with the blonde. While sex with another man still felt a little strange, Chris enjoyed it enough that preparation wasn't as painful and it didn't take as long as it had the first time. And his movements were much more assured and put together, making the experience that much better for both of them.

"H-how much have you been craving this?" Wesker panted against Chris' ear, growling softly as Chris let one leg slide down his side.

"S-so much… I-I was thinking about this all the time when I was away… C-couldn't help but crave this," Chris said, tilting his head to the side as Wesker continued to lavish the skin with kisses and nips.

"Do you ever touch yourself and think about this- about me being inside you… dominating you?"

"Yes… oh god, yes," Chris moaned out, moving his head so he could kiss Wesker deeply, their bodies moving together faster.

Breaking the kiss, Wesker raised himself above Chris and began to drive into him hard and fast, the steady rhythm coming to a close as the two men came dangerously close to the edge. While they probably could have lasted longer, the separation for a month made them desperate for release, and Chris could feel himself climaxing soon.

Reaching down between their bodies, Chris began to pump his dick, back arching up as he ground down, trying to meet the thrusts of Wesker's hips. A few more pumps and he was coming, a cry accompanying the action as his semen coated his fingers and stomach.

Wesker's movements had become jerky, the rhythm lost as Chris tightened around Wesker's cock, making the man lose control for a moment. Ducking his head back down to rest under Chris' jaw, Wesker let out a soft, barely noticeable moan as he came, pelvis grinding into Chris' ass.

It lasted for a short moment before Wesker pulled out and collapsed on top of Chris- a position Chris figured was something Wesker enjoyed a lot, judging by how long he would spend laying there.

Wrapping a leg around Wesker's thigh, Chris stared up at the ceiling and collected himself as best he could while a goofy grin spread across his lips.

Wesker's head was laying on Chris' shoulder, one hand placed on Chris' side while the other lay limp on the mattress. Nothing was said for a while, and Chris moved so he could kiss Wesker on top of the head.

"What a way to bring in 1998, hey?" Chris asked, sliding one hand down to intertwine with Wesker's beautiful fingers. He was going to take advantage of Wesker's relaxed state and try and cuddle as much as possible.

"Yes, I would agree… I hope it is good to you, dear heart."

Chris laughed softly and let out a breathy sigh. "I've got a good feeling it will."

Oh Chris... if only you knew. Anyways, yay! We get more sex, more friendship bonding, and asshole Irons! I don't know why I like this chapter so much, I just do. So I hope you all like it too! Thank you for the reviews/watches/favorites, once again!