It was a Monday morning at work when Chris realized that Captain Wesker hadn't shown up, his office was dark and quiet and Captain Marini was the only one checking reports. The two of them had gotten really heavy last Friday through snapchat and while a small part of his brain hoped it wasn't because of that, the logical part was that he was either busy with meetings or that he was not here at all. It wasn't really his business anyways but he still looked up to Wesker as the leader of Alpa team so he was worried that nothing serious happened.

Chris exited out of his work after he done for the morning shift and was about to go over the weapons locker before Marini came back inside. He was holding a few stacks of folders, busy talking into his cellphone before nodding into it.

"Right, I'll let him know, Wesker. Sure thing." After ending the call, the vice captain handed the pile of folders to the pointman, who looked at him with a confused expression.

"Captain Wesker's been working down in the dark room all morning, something about trying to get some photos from the Montoya case a month ago. Irons was stalling again. He asked you to bring these photos down so the developer can look over them, if you were finished working." Marini stated, not in his usual chipper mode and it was mostly because of the work from the past week. It really had been a tough one for everyone, more of the drug traffickers still going under the radar.

Chris blinked before gingerly taking the folders, not understanding what he was needed for when one of the lower ranks could handle it. He never got a chance to work in the dark room before, as far as he knew, the photographer working for crime scenes usually dealt with this.

Still, it was obviously important and it related to S.T.A.R.S so after telling Marini he'd head down there as soon as he could, the brunette's mind started working.

Why did Captain Wesker need him of all people down there? He remembered he worked on the Montoya case but Samantha and Joseph were also involved but thought nothing of it a few seconds later, it was work and he was needed.

Chris knew to stop questioning orders so after making sure he didn't drop the folders, he didn't notice Jill watching him with narrowed blue eyes, a small but knowing smile on her face. She didn't say anything, however, and instead went back to work.

Chris had the folders tucked underneath one arm safely as he made his way down the stairs, noticing that the hallway looked rather empty compared to the rest of the building, where it was usually more crowded.

It was early in the morning still so perhaps that was the reason but still, it was pretty abnormal. The brunette was thankful to see one person exiting one of the other room in the adjoining hallway, offering him a small smile before heading back to what he assumed was Branagh's office.

The vending machine was tempting but Chris thought against it, he could get his usual water bottle after seeing what Wesker needed and he didn't want to get scolded again. Approaching the brown door, he pulled the handle open and stepped inside the darkroom, not surprised to see the main lights slightly dimmed and the developing room in the back completely dark.

"Um." He said a bit too softly, feeling his pulse race at how quiet the room was. He never came in here really so he couldn't lie to himself that the room was foreign, unnerving.

"Captain Wesker? I've got these folders for you, Marini said you needed me to bring them?" He was aware of how muted his voice sounded but he couldn't help it, his anxiety was picking up.

This reminded him of a few weeks ago in the records office, the both of them alone together but unlike last time, this was the first time the two would be alone after what happened on that night, sending scandalous texts back and fourth along with photos.

Chris would never tell anyone what happened – he was too embarrassed of anyone ever finding out – but having an orgasm because of that was what made him feel cornered in here. Wesker could change his mind anytime or he could've just wanted him for work but a small part in his gut told that wasn't the case.

"I'm back here, Redfield. Did Marini give you all of them?" Wesker spoke from the dark developing room but he stepped out of it a moment later, wearing his usual S.T.A.R.S outfit but without his vest, sunglasses shielding his eyes like that been doing since day one. His toned forearms were shown, a vein running along the light skin giving away at how well he maintained his body, shoulders broad and chest looking like steel.

Chris tried to fight his oncoming blush, flashbacks of the conversation the two had pouring through his head but walked forward and held out the folders, making sure not to drop any of them even if he realized his fingers were trembling somewhat.

"Yes Captain, I wasn't sure why you needed them. Was there an issue with the normal developer again?" It happened before but that was mostly because Chief Irons caused more problems than he was worth, even putting missions on hold before.

"Indeed. Chief Irons fired someone else this morning, the third person between three days and ordered me to take care of the photos for S.T. ." Wesker was not happy about the assignment, looking over the photos with contempt before bringing them into the darkened room.

"I do not know why he expects me to do all of this instead of just getting someone from Branagh's unit to take care of it but I avoid confrontation with him as much as I can." He said, shaking his head.

Chris could understand that, he never liked the Chief from the day he met the heavier man when this whole program started. He came across as crude and callous but seemed to smirk at the most gruesome things, especially cases where it involved female victims. He wanted to understand why the man who was there to protect the city seemed so brutish but at the end of the day, the brunette couldn't change him. All he could do was focus on taking care of Claire while she was in college and doing his job correctly.

"Well, I –" He had to choose his next words carefully, not wanting to step on toes. "I think you do a really good job at being the captain and forgive me for saying so, but you don't need to prove anything by doing these tasks for Chief Irons, it's beneath you and… and if you wanted, I'd be more than happy to take over. The team needs you to guide us the right way, Marini seems on edge lately."

Wesker looked at him for a few prolonged seconds then, no emotion anywhere on his face but the younger man could see himself in the reflection of his sunglasses, wondering if he said too much this time. He didn't mean too but he meant every word that he said, he truly respected his captain even if they had never flirted with each other, wanting to uplift him when he could.

Chris imagined being in charge was tough but he knew the older man could handle it, he never faltered under pressure and always made sure his team was the same way.

"Sorry sir, I should've kept my mouth shut." Chris blurted quietly in defense of himself, looking at row of cabinets filled with empty lenses. The older man came closer to him then and took the folders from his hands, choosing to sit them onto the desk in the middle of the room.

"Redfield, I admire that you have such confidence in me and my abilities as your Captain but I would like it if you tried to be more confident in yourself." Chris deflated somewhat, wondering if that was something else he had written on his face, hoping the rest of his flaws weren't exposed.

"You are a valued member of the team, you do what I need you to do and you know how to keep your head calm on assignments. I appreciate your trust in me but I want you to know that I also appreciate you. Alpha team needs you." The man finished with appraise.

Chris was sure his face was on fire, his eyes widening at the reaffirming but kind words. He had never had anyone tell him such things before, he was so used to being nothing but someone who ran and point instead of doing anything that was actually helpful.

Wesker wasn't that much of a patient man so after gathering himself from the shock, he cleared his throat before meeting those dark sunglasses. "T-Thank you Captain, I… I don't know what to say. You have no idea how much that means to me to hear you say that, sir."

Wesker smiled then, so soft and barely noticeable, but it was there. He came a little closer then, the sounds of his shoes clicking almost mutely against the floor making the younger man a little nervous, his mind always drifting back to that night. The both of texting so sensually, it was something he wanted to happen again – but that was only if the older man wanted it too.

"Redfield." He started as he almost had the younger man back against the wall near the door, running his hidden eyes over his body. He loved his Chris dressed when he wasn't out on duty, the regular white S.T.A.R.S shirt slightly loose, but tucked into his fitted beige uniform pants.

"I know how much gratitude you have for me but I'd like for you to show me how much you have. Do not think I forgot about what happened before, you never replied back." Wesker didn't seem irritated at that – he actually looked amused, almost as if he was interested in having to wait for what was going to happen. Chris, though he really was too tired to respond, found some excitement leaving the older man on read for that weekend.

Chris felt his cheeks warm slightly, not noticing that he had been backed up more until his back touched the cool wall near the wooden door. The door was unlocked and anyone could walk in and see them, an idea that had his heart racing.

"So, why don't you show me all of the appreciation that you have? And I must say," Wesker again took in his appearance, still not over how nice those pants on the young man, "You look marvelous today though I much prefer the display you gave me this past weekend."

At that, Chris did all he could not to hide his face out of embarrassment but could do nothing more than lean against the wall for support.

How his captain could be so incredibly dominant but somehow sweet with his words was beyond him, his mind turning. Wesker wanted him to show him his appreciation… but this was in the middle of work. It was too risky and he was too scared, again closing in on himself at the idea of misbehaving this way.

"But sir, we're at work and I – " Chris didn't get to finish his nervous sentence when a hand gently cupped his chin, tilting his face upwards so he could see his reflection in those sunglasses again. They were intimidating in an aesthetic sort of way, pleasing to look at as it added an allure but also somewhat frustrating as his eyes were hidden and away from the world.

"Well, aren't you a naughty one? Surely you didn't think I meant for you to get on your knees and show me how much you admire me in here, did you?" Wesker was taunting him, he had to be and Chris was torn between believing what the man was saying.

Did he want him to get on his knees or did he just like riling him up? Maybe he knew he didn't know anything really about sex or maybe this was just his way of flirting. The older man was so mysterious and unreadable but Chris was no better, he barely understood himself half of the time.

"N-no Captain, that's not what I meant! I just… I just…" Chris babbled nervously, wondering if the older man was aware of how fast his heart was beating or how much arousal was flooding his body at the moment, if it was easy to tell. Wesker smirked somewhat, this time slowly running the pad of his thumb over pink lips, liking how easy it was to fluster the brunette. Still, he took some pity on him because of how scared he looked and that wasn't what he wanted.

"I was only teasing you, you are a shy one aren't you? This is different than how you act when out in the field. I like you better this way, Redfield. I like making you a puddle at my feet. It makes this much more thrilling for us both." Wesker mused calmly, tilting his head fondly before leaning down so there were almost nose to nose.

Chris almost panicked for a second, inadvertently licking his lips when he thought he was going to be kissed but no, it didn't happen.

"Tell me before we head back upstairs, would you? Tell me what you did when we were sending those photos, when we were texting each other for hours. I want to hear it from you, it'll show me that you appreciate me." It wasn't a question this time either, it was another demand and it was one he couldn't disobey.

Feeling his face bristle with heat, Chris didn't know what to say. He didn't expect this, he hoped that the older man would have just let it go by and they could have continued casually flirting through text but it was different now.

Things were changing. He had to think over what he was going to say, Wesker being surprisingly patient and instead cradled his chin almost delicately – it lured Chris into a healthy sense of comfort that he really needed.

"I – I…" He couldn't help but stutter but knew his captain was probably enjoying it. His heart skyrocketed as he thought about what he was about to admit, knowing that if anyone ever overhead them, he would not be able to live with the embarrassment. "I touched myself… you made me feel really good and I – I touched myself thinking about you and your voice."

Wesker actually smiled, the sight somehow so infuriatingly attractive but Chris felt like his entire face was scorching with embarrassment over what he just said, his chest tightening. He wasn't used to this, it was almost unreal but it felt real, he knew what was happening. His heart was pounding and he couldn't help himself, he snapped his eyes closed to escape the sight of being stared at so thoroughly, thinking that those sunglasses saw through his soul.

"It's better to relax, this is not an intervention. I just wanted to hear you say it, I needed to see your face to know what you texted me that night was true." Wesker spoke lowly, still holding his chin in his hand before moving it so again press his thumb onto his mouth.

"You have no idea what you do to me, do you Redfield? You have no idea what I wanted to do to you that night, how tempting it was for me to drive over to you and claim you." He growled so mutely that Chris barely heard it but his body didn't mind, growing hot from the words.

"I have wanted you for a long time, it was hard for me to keep my eyes off of you when you would walk around in the office, wearing these tight pants and being so carefree. So attractive. I'm willing to bet you do not even know how desirable you are." Wesker was praising him so deeply that the brunette almost broke from it, his ears burning hot as he tried to believe what was said to him. He didn't think he was good looking but the older man did, teasingly keeping his thumb against his bottom lip.

Chris leaned into the hand, opening his eyes to see those dark shades staring back at him. Wesker was on the prowl now, fully backing him into the wall but the brunette didn't miss his other hand reaching out to turn the lock on the door.

"I could do anything I wanted to you right now and no one would even know it," He started and smirked when the younger man shifted from the words, "You'd let me, wouldn't you? You want me just as much as I want you, I could tell from those photos you sent me. Tell me you want me."

Wesker pushed his sunglasses up so they were resting on his forehead, the strong, icy glare of his ice blue eyes piercing right through Chris's thudding heart, not believing he was getting to see such powerful eyes.

They were sharp and cold, so cold, but he loved them.

Chris faltered before somehow finding his broken voice through all of this, his chest getting tighter and his hands feeling sweaty. He had no reason to lie, there was not a good enough excuse for a lie, it was clear they both wanted each other badly.

"I – I want you, all I thought about was you that night and how your hands would feel on my body, how your fingers would feel in my mouth. It's all I've been thinking about since that night at the metro." He had never felt so bold before and the blonde loved it from the desire in those cold eyes and before he knew it, they two were mouth to mouth and chest to chest.

The kiss was a perfect mixture of demanding and passionate, Chris trying not to moan into it but found it hard too, his body was feeling tingly from the situation. Wesker looked like he thought of people like they were the plague but this was the opposite, his thin mouth was warm and opened his up for tongue, drawing out tiny whines.

A hand comfortingly cradled the back of his head, the younger man's head spinning as he fought to keep up with Wesker's talented lips, kissing him so fluently as if it were his talent.

Should he tell him he never kissed anyone before or did that not matter? It would probably ruin the moment but Chris knew had to tell Wesker the truth before things got really out of control, he couldn't bare the disaster that would happen if he didn't say something.

Trying to ignore his clamoring conscious, he tried to match the pace but instead felt Wesker easily taking control of the kiss by using his tongue in ways he didn't think he could. Work was lost on his mind now, fingers running through his hair and the other finding his hip, gripping it firmly had Chris forgetting what time it was.

Wesker pulled back slowly, keeping the younger man's bottom lip in his mouth as he nibbled on it gently. That had Chris practically whining against the hands onto him, jilting when the hand moved from his mouth and over his ass, gripping one cheek firmly.

It felt good, it didn't feel as weird as he thought it was so he pushed back into the waiting hand. The blonde seemed more interested in his rear end now, freeing his mouth so he could grip his butt firmly with both hands, making a low noise in his throat at the feel of it.

Chris panted for air afterwards, his lips shining with moisture but now he felt a little self-conscious that the attention was now on his body, something he was not as comfortable with. Wesker approved of him thought, apparently loving how he looked judging by how much he was being touched and fondled right now.

"I think you wear these pants on purpose, hmm? There's no reason for regulation pants to be so… tight. You know it's a distraction and it's why you bend over when you're at the computer terminal. You want me to stare." His accusation wasn't entirely false, he did bend over a few times whenever the man left his blinds partially opened, hoping that he would catch him there. Wesker continued to grip his ass, holding the firm muscle in his hands like it was the last time he would.

"I told you that this would be mine, didn't I? Are you ready for that, Christopher?"

Chris almost whined at the use of his full name, closing his eyes so he could rest his feverish cheek against the man's dark blue uniform shirt, the fabric cooling on his skin slightly.

There was the question he was waiting for, it would be the ultimate deal breaker for the two of them. He was still a little scared, his body was reacting well but his mind not knowing if he was truly ready for that.

Was he? Did he want to do this with his captain of all people? He had no doubt that the two would be discrete and they could make it work – but the ugly fear was there again, gnawing at the back of his mind and trying to tell him he was undesired. Telling him that no one wanted a virgin at twenty-four, it was too much hassle and he would probably mess that up somehow.

His trepidation about the subject was known as Wesker tenderly cupped the back of his head, his thumb rubbing over the shell of his ear soothingly. "You do not have to be scared of me. I do not want you to feel like I'm forcing you into this, Redfield."

Chris could hardly believe the two were practically hugging, hoping this wasn't another one of his dreams. "If I am moving too fast or if you don't want this, tell me. I'd hate to make this more uncomfortable for you if I already have, I'd hope you tell me if that were the case."

He stared up into those chilling blue eyes this time, forcing his fears back and trying to manage a confident expression, redness dusting his cheeks.

"No! No sir, you're not scaring me and you're not doing anything I don't want, I just… I don't really…" He fought with his choice of words, not believing he was about to tell his commanding officer something so personal, something Jill or his other personal friends didn't even know about him. He swallowed the lump in his throat, sighing. "I don't really know anything about… that stuff, I guess. I've never... sorry, sir."

Wesker's expression melted into a softer one this time, though those eyes remained intense and cold like ice.

"I wouldn't normally ask anybody this out of modesty but I feel the need now, you're saying you've never had sex?" Chris was about to snap his eyes closed before a hand cupped his chin, making him look into those pristine eyes. His hands were trembling after telling the man something like that, something he vowed to keep hidden but he felt safe with him, like he wouldn't be judged or shunned.

"Please, there is nothing to be ashamed of. I find it quite endearing, actually." Wesker's lips curled into that similar smirk again, a certain gleam crossing his eyes but it was unreadable. Chris didn't know what that meant, those eyes were mysterious. "In fact, I find it very erotic that you were sending me those photos as you were, looking so tempting and telling me you'd want to be my 'snack'." You'd really be comfortable with this?"

Chris knew he was, he could feel it in his heart and his loins that he was comfortable with this. He had his thoughts of it being bad but tried to push those out of his mind – he needed to focus on what was happening now instead of what was going to happen in the future. "Yeah, I wouldn't have sent you… those photos if I didn't want this, sir. I didn't think you'd be into someone like me actually, I'm not really like someone you'd want."

Wesker almost scoffed then, stepping back and letting the younger man get off of the wall so they were standing comfortably close to each other. "You do not know me well enough then, I have no desire just to get with anyone I see. I've chosen you because I like you, Redfield. I find you interesting as a matter of fact and that's nothing on what I think of you physically." Chris bit down on his lip at those words, still not seeing the appeal.

"I'm going to be honest with you, however." Wesker's tone darkened somewhat, the deep tone of it sending a shiver full of warmth down the brunette's spine.

"I want you every time I see you walk into my office, I want you even right now but that's a risk I'm not willing to take. So until then, how about we get back to work and we can discuss this after hours? And don't worry, I have no plans to jump you so soon." He chuckled once he saw the expression on Chris's face, stepping back into his personal space so he could wrap his arms around his waist.

Chris gave into that feeling, raising his hands so they were splayed across the blonde's strong shoulder blades, the muscle there feeling toned, perfect.

Wesker leaned down for another kiss, this one much slower but deeper, the more sensual act making the brunette give into it easily. He liked the way this one felt, tongues lazily crossing and full of nothing but want. Moaning lowly, he shuddered when the man tenderly sucked on his bottom lip, his fingers curling around his hips to pull him closer.

The kiss went on for a few more seconds until Chris was the one to pull away, a small smile on his mouth once he was given one in return. Hands once again settled on his ass but they were gentle this time, the both of them just being close to one another. "I'd love to ravish you right now but we do have work to get back too. I have a feeling Irons is wondering what's taking me so long to get these photos finished. I'll message you later after work, if you'd like?"

Chris would have preferred a phone call but remembered the only communication the two had outside of work was through snapchat. He didn't mind that, the man was entitled to his private life outside of work and he didn't expect him to get that cozy with him.

Still, he would probably send the man some photos tonight, not like last time, but some to keep things entertaining.

"I'd like that a lot, Captain. I hope you don't think I'm a nuisance or something, I don't expect you to talk to me, I'm sure you have a busy life." Well, he was thankful that the man wasn't married like he originally thought but still – Chris hated the idea of him getting in the way.

Wesker shook his head fondly, this time pulling his sunglasses back down to shield those icy eyes. "You are not a nuisance, don't ever think so lowly of yourself." He smiled somewhat at the sight of that hidden smile and hazel blue eyes, loving how desirable he looked. "I like you Redfield, you shouldn't think otherwise. When I like someone, I do not make mistakes about what I want or who I want."

Again, he leaned in close so his nose was brushing against the brunette's, a heavy contrast of pale ivory skin and tan, sun-loved skin. Chris wanted another kiss – he was sure he was going to want more – but they did have to get back to work before someone got curious about what was taking them so long.

"Right, of course. I can stay here and finish up here if you want me too, sir?" Chris questioned, eyeing the remaining photos that were lying on the desk. Wesker stepped back, turning to look at the aforementioned folders and let out a breath of irritation. "No, that won't be necessary. Head back up to the office and handle any reports he has ready. I will be up there soon."

Chris nodded and after the two of them stared at each other for a few more moments, the brunette turned and left the dark room. His heart was thumping but he couldn't stop the smile from forming, not realizing how serene he looked.