The weekend was approaching quickly, the boring Wednesday afternoon seemingly taking forever to finally end.

Racoon City had been quite for some months now, hardly any serious damage being done that required S.T.A.R.S to be on the scene, and that made work even more uninteresting than it already had been. Chris sighed as he stepped through the break door that near the outside break area, letting the perfect late afternoon breeze blow through him. It felt good, cooling his warmed cheeks that was caused by the cramped office.

The sun was starting to set, casting a bit of yellow and pink blended with blue, Chris's hazel blue eyes flashing upwards as he gazed at the sky. That was one thing about living in this city that he always loved, the gorgeous mountain range and the skyline. Raccoon City was definitely more of a tourist city for people coming from other states but it was still really nice to get to live here and see this everyday where it was considered normal.

Taking the lid off his steaming cup of coffee, he took a seat on the bench near the row of green bushes. He opened a few small packages of vanilla creamer he brought with him, dumping them into the coffee along with two small packets of sweeteners.

Stirring it up, Chris let the drink cool, relaxing against the bench. He came out here quite often for his breaks so it was nice to be alone when everyone else preferred being in the break room. Chris often hung out with the girls on his off hours, they liked to drag him to the Bar Jack and spend a few good hours chatting and drinking, the night often ending with Samantha trying to pull him out of his shell and getting him to dance with her. He enjoyed those times and while he couldn't wait for more, his mind now had something else to think about.

Wesker and his offer from last week still hung around in his mind endlessly, his chest getting tighter at the thought of it. He was infatuated with his Captain, he had been since he started working for S.T.A.R.S and getting feelings for his superior officer wasn't a good idea.

It would be frowned upon most likely – he noticed some other officers that were together and never saw trouble for it, including Samantha and Kevin from Branagh's unfit, but still. Chris was nervous about it but he also had faith in his captain, he admired him and knew that things would be okay.

Chris was in the middle of taking a long drink of his coffee, savoring the taste of sweet cream before the door separating the courtyard from the back stairway opened.

Startling, he turned on the bench and couldn't stop the smile from forming when he noticed his Captain walk towards him, holding a work binder in one hand and the other with his own mug of coffee, he assumed. Wesker came over towards the younger man and decided to stand to his left.

"There you are, Redfield. Miss Burke had told me where you had gone on your break, I was looking for you." He was? He tried not to stare at the older man's strong forearms shown from the sleeves of his uniform shirt being rolled up, instead looking at the gate.

"What did I do this time, sir?" Chris questioned jokingly, holding in a laugh at the man's expression, one blonde brow raised upwards. "I'm kidding. Seriously, what's up? Everything okay with the team?"

Wesker drank from his coffee, a bit of it getting on his upper lip that he licked away. Chris wanted to see that happen all of the time but, things couldn't be reversed. "Things are going fine, though I am a little exhausted from all of the work Chief Irons has been handing us lately. I do not know why he wishes for us to go those gatherings for Umbrella, I find them pointless."

"Umbrella? That big pharmaceutical company? Why does he want us to go to those for?" Chris still didn't understand half of the things the police chief wanted this station to do, the biggest mystery was why the building was originally a museum. Some parts of it still looked like it was one anyways, especially the main hall and the art room that seemed so out of place. "It all seems so weird but well, I guess we've gotta do what we have too, sir."

Wesker tucked his free hand into his pants pocket, an expensive looking watch decorating his wrist. It was nicely designed and silver, a glass front protecting the hands and probably more expensive than anything Chris owned. "Perhaps you are right but I was hoping you'd be up for playing a game of 'hooky' with me instead, as I've heard a few kids call it nowadays."

Chris's cheeks bloomed, not sure how to take that. Tipping the styrofoam cup back and fourth, he wondered what the man was offering.

"Really? I mean, sir, it's the middle of the day and we have a few more lefts on the clock –" He wanted to check his phone to make sure he was positive that they had at least three hours left.

"I did not mean skipping work, Redfield. I meant next week, would you like to go out with me instead of going to the Umbrella gala? It'll be downtown and I would rather spend time with you than having Irons breathing down the back of my neck the entire time." Wesker suggested with a smile but Chris couldn't really think for a moment, his eyes a bit startled.

Had – had Wesker just asked him out? Like on a date? No, that couldn't be. This had to be some sort of dream.

"Really? You want to go out… with me? I thought you'd be into those sorts of things, sir. Events at city hall and all of that, seems like your type of thing." Chris rambled without realizing it, still a bit stunned that he had been – well sort of – asked out for the first time. He had never been on a date before and before last week, had never even kissed anyone before.

Wesker made a small 'tsk' sound amusedly. "While I prefer to mingle sparingly, I don't engage in them often unless it's demanded by Chief Irons. However, the upcoming event is of hardly any importance and I would rather spend that time with you, Redfield." His voice dropped a bit lower then, smirking behind his coffee. "But until then, would you like to spend this evening with me?"

Chris balked a bit at the question. He realized he was silent for too long as the man continued to stare down at him so he finished off his coffee and stood up from the bench. "I'd love too! But aren't you busy tonight? Marini mentioned something about Irons calling in a meeting for the senior officers, so that's why I came out here for my break."

"Oh no, I'm not needed for that. I think he meant Branagh's unit but no, I am not busy tonight. I live alone so there won't be anyone disturbing us either, if that's what you're worried about." Wesker lived alone – was he inviting him over to his home? Chris was flustered, incredibly so, that the blonde man had wanted him to come over when it would be just the two of them.

"You live alone? Well great! My sister's not back from college yet so I don't have anything to do tonight anyways. I'm sure Jill and Samantha can manage without me, they can drag Joseph or Richard along if they want a dance partner so badly." He smiled saying that, Wesker raising one brow in curiosity.

"Wonderful, I was hoping you would say yes, lest I made a fool of myself." Wesker adjusted his sunglasses before lowering them somewhat, his cold, ice eyes now staring deeply into Chris's warmer, hazel blue ones. He still hadn't gotten over his eyes, how they were so chilled and sharp, almost cutting right through him.

"Though, I would like to see these dance moves you have, Redfield. I hate to think of the women of the team getting to you before I could. These things make a man worried, especially when we've already decided that I want you." There was that jealousy there – just a twinge of it.

Chris felt trapped then, not knowing how to look away from those gorgeous but chilled eyes, wondering how they could look so evil but the man could be so warm, almost charming. He would have never guessed that his strict and unfriendly captain could be rather friendly, smiling and showing interest in other people. The younger man almost felt privileged in a way, he was probably one of the few or maybe the only one who got to experience it.

"Yeah, you don't have to worry about them, Captain. We're just friends and all we do is go for drinks and dance sometimes. I already told you before that… well I'm not interested in women." Chris lamented calmly, not noticing the both of them beginning to head back towards the courtyard's gated door.

"Of course, Redfield." Wesker replied back and was about to open the door before the one on the upper balcony snapped open instead, Chief Irons appearing. He looked like he was in a foul mood – that was nothing new – creases under his eyes and what looked like coffee stains on his tie.

Chris respectfully saluted the police chief, knowing he was going to get ignored because whenever Irons got involved with S.T.A.R.S, he only went to Wesker or Marini.

Irons pinched his greying brows at the sight of them together, a low smirk forming on his mouth. "Well, here you are Wesker. I didn't believe Miss Burke when she said you were out here having a coffee break with Redfield."

His face melted into pure hatred then. "Don't you have a job to do? I do not pay you to get comfortable with the younger meat on your team. Get back up to the office and get those reports finished, the judge is waiting on them for the Montoya case and I won't be responsible for you fucking up."

Wesker held back his composure like a true saint but Chris felt a mixture of anger and embarrassment rising in him, but he knew when to keep quiet.

He never got along with the police chief, he found Irons extremely judgmental and crude for someone who was supposed to be in charge of protecting the city, but he showed nothing but a nasty attitude towards anyone in his way, even his secretary. Jill often confided him on how she felt about the older man too, how predatory he seemed and how loved to stare at her, Whitney or Samantha. That bugged him the most, it was one of the reasons he never wanted Claire to see where he worked.

Irons didn't wait for a response, wrapping his knuckles against the balcony's railing in such a detestable way to be aggravating.

"You can have your fun with your play thing later Wesker, I need you upstairs. Redfield, you have work to do in the shooting range since the applications for those rookie S.T.A.R.S were completed, get there now."

Afterwards, he closed the door without waiting for a response and Chris did all he could not to go after him and chew him apart. But he knew better, it wasn't his place to get upset over what he said, but his words hurt. They stung.

He didn't like being talked to like he was a whore or something, he didn't appreciate that he worked so hard for this station and the man in charge of it all just loved offending and disregarding his officers.

"I apologize for that Redfield but thank you for being quiet. Chief Irons is not someone to upset over, he's nothing but a feeble mind tool who will get his one day." Wesker said, adjusting his sunglasses but the noticeable vein of irritation was visible on his temple. Chris rubbed the back of his neck nervously, now not in the mood to go back to work. The sooner he clocked out, the better.

Chris couldn't help himself and blurted out, "How come you didn't defend yourself, sir? What he said was uncalled for and… and I don't think you deserve to be talked to that way." The older man turned to face him and when he thought he was going to get another verbal lashing, he was instead greeted to a small, comforting smile.

"I have learned that arguing with people who are not worth my time is better on my mental health, you should consider doing the same. Irons is an imbecile and while the thought of breaking his jaw so he can't speak anymore is tempting, I have other things to look forward too." There was something different in his voice, Chris couldn't place it but jilted when his fingers brushed against his chin fondly. "You are one of them but you know that already, don't you?"

Chris didn't think he could get any redder but couldn't stop the small smile from escaping, seeing it in the man's dark sunglasses. "Don't take what he said to heart. You will succeed and get better in life while that fool rots away in prison in the future, I'm sure of it."

"Thank you, Captain." He started before smiling with a bit of mischievousness, crossing his arms over his green uniform button up.

He felt bold at the moment, willing to say what he had been thinking since this started. "So I'm something you're looking forward too? Is that why you want to hang out with me later tonight? Trying to get me all alone where no one can see?" His heart thudded from the courage he had, but it felt so good.

Chris felt almost thrilled when Wesker's lips curled into a small smirk, lowering his sunglasses to the bridge of his nose again.

There were those eyes. So focused, so biting and so frosted.

Wesker leaned a bit closer, leaning down just a bit because of the height difference so he could brush their noses together faintly. He ran his thumb across the younger man's lips. "Oh, trust me, I don't need to be alone to get what I want from you, Chris, but the idea of having you all to myself in my bed is what I'd really want. I'd have you sprawled out so delicately on my sheets, your body on display for my eyes only. No one will ever be able to see you the way I'm going to see you and you love that. You want it just as much as I do."

Chris almost moaned at the words, already feeling the heat of arousal creeping into his loins but he held it together, he was not about to get hard while they still had work to do. He couldn't help it though, Wesker had this effect on him and he knew he did.

The thumb rubbing his lip become too much so he gently sucked the digit into his mouth, hazel blue eyes gazing up into the chilled blue ones to see the man's reaction.

Wesker ran his thumb over his pink tongue, a demanding but low noise under his breath. "You're a tease. What I wouldn't give to take you right here in the open, not caring if anyone could see us." Chris smiled around the thumb and when it was removed from his mouth, he licked along the skin.

"Naughty, Redfield. You know better than that." Wesker scolded him non-threateningly before leaning down so the two could come together for a kiss. It was deep and slow, filled with want and it had Chris almost moaning into it. It was still daylight out, anyone in the cars passing by could see them but neither didn't care, only focusing on each other. Irons was a nobody, his words lost on his mind as the brunette shuddered when a tongue licked across his lips for entry, slipping in after.

It felt so good, everything felt so right.

Wesker was the first to pull away once he realized they had work to do, smirking at the flushed lips of the younger man. Tonight couldn't come soon enough, he couldn't remember the last time he let himself get this impatient. He slid his hand over Chris's butt lightly, squeezing the round muscle before stepping back from him altogether. "I shall see you tonight then. Send me your address and I'll pick you up. Do not forget to bring another change of clothes."

Chris nodded and smiled when they met for a quicker, chaste kiss. "Sure thing, sir. Don't work too hard though, you need to relax like the rest of us." The lust was gone for the moment but the pointman could tell it was going to return at full speed tonight, his stomach flipping in anticipation.

Never did he think he would be this excited to have sex but Wesker wasn't anybody, he was someone he trusted with his life. He knew the feeling was mutual.

Chris had finished pulling a heather grey shirt over his head when he heard his phone go off, charging on the kitchen counter. Rolling the sleeves to his elbows, he pressed his thumb to unlock it and smiled when he saw it was Wesker. The two had finally changed numbers before work ended and it felt better than it should have, the young man a little excited at that. He enjoyed sending photos back through snapchat with filters but having the man's number seemed more personal.

He had taken a long shower after work, wanting to look and feel fresh for tonight. It wasn't a date, that was apparently next weekend, but he still wanted to look good for himself. Chris wore the nicest jeans he owned, dark denim and with a brown leather belt he was sure he bought sometimes last year.

After putting on socks, he typed a quick reply to the man that he was done getting ready and sent him his address. Wesker probably knew his address anyways but he wanted to double check. Jill noticed him looking a little antsy before he left work and as always, she wanted to pry him for answers but he managed to escape her when Barry came to his rescue. Chris wasn't sure if he would ever tell Jill – she was his best friend and he loved her – but he didn't think he wanted to share what was going on with him and his captain.

He wasn't even sure what they two of them were, the first step was when Wesker had asked him out on a date, but he still didn't know where it would lead. Chris wasn't a hopeless romantic, he realized he would end up in a relationship or not as time progressed but was thankful that the step had been taken with the man he was crushing on.

Wesker was like a dime piece, he was so statured and attractive, always kept calm under pressure and looked over his team well. He didn't want to do this with anyone else, he wanted to it with him.

Chris had his shoes and brown leather jacket on once he heard his phone go off so he grabbed the phone off the charger, knowing it was the blonde man. He made sure to pack another set of clothes like he had been told and after slinging the travel bag over his left shoulder, he locked up his apartment before heading down the stairs.

Wesker was waiting outside, his sleek car running heat from how cold the day had been. The rain had stopped but the sidewalks and streets were still streaked, the wind chilly but not too overbearing.

Chris didn't have time to gawk at the expensive vehicle before he slid into the passenger side, thankful that he had on clean clothes because of how nice the leather interior looked. It smelled good too, way better than his own car.

Wesker smiled once the younger man settled and didn't let him get a chance to speak before he leaned over for a kiss, something Chris instantly melted into. A hand slipped around the back of his neck, gently, holding him there so the kiss could deepen.

"It's good seeing you, Chris. It was getting tedious trying to sneak around the station, trying to hold you without people watching." The emphasis on people was there, the older man talking about Irons and Jill, though he was sure her intentions weren't malicious at least.

"I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean for it to take this long but you know, work is work and I'm sure you deal with a lot more than me… Wesker." Chris buckled himself in, looking out the tinted window once they pulled out of the parking area.

He felt a little weird saying the man's last name but he knew he couldn't keep calling him 'sir' or 'captain'. The streets were dark and most of the people were either downtown or at the bars, Raccoon City being notorious for dragging in tourists.

"It's not a bother. Everything that has happened has been worth the wait and besides," He stopped a red light, turning so he could lower his sunglasses. "I have you with me now and that is all that matters." Chris smiled, maybe a bit too much, when a gloved hand reached over to hold his firmly with a thumb running over his knuckles. After that, the two sat in comfortable silence as they drove towards the man's apartment.

Chris realized that the two lived almost in the same direction then, but there was a different street that led to Wesker's. It was just as nice as he expected really, it looked more like a duplex that even had a security gate to let people inside. The hallways were just as nice, dark carpet on the floors and mirrored elevators – it was all so gorgeous that the brunette was almost in awe at the sight of it.

"Wow, this place looks incredible. I can't believe you live here; my whole check probably couldn't even afford a broom closet, let alone a room."

Wesker smiled, unlocking the door with his key before leading the younger man inside. It was dark so he pressed a thumb into the touch pad on the wall, low lighting filling the living room, which was spacious and had the same dark aesthetic the man owned. "Indeed, I find it better to live in a more secured place. Being the captain of S.T.A.R.S is not an easy task, I would rather protect myself when I'm at home."

Chris nodded along with that, pulling off his leather jacket and laid it across the back of the black leather couch when the man motioned for him.

Everything in here looked so perfect, wooden floors shined from underneath a black throw rug and even the black television set looked great, a large flatscreen TV and such sitting there. "I get it. We all look up to you anyways, I can't imagine how things would be if something happened to you and we were stuck with Marini – ah, no offense. He's just a little soft if you get me, you keep everyone in check."

Wesker removed his long coat, smiling again as he hung it up in the closer near the front door. Chris felt his pulse pick up slightly as he recognized that area from the one photo the blonde had sent him, his shirt almost undone and features masked by darkness. It was erotic. "Thank you, I always love to hear how much you respect me, Christopher. I don't think you know how it makes me feel."

When he didn't say anything else and began approaching him, Chris balked for a second when hands were already at his hips and he was pushed back against the wall. Lips were covering his in a kiss again and he did all he could not to let out a moan at how it felt, the idea of being in the man's house with just him settling in. It was thrilling, whimpering earthily when a tongue entered his mouth, the hands on his hips curling into his jeans.

Kissing against the wall was interesting enough, Chris using his hands to grab the man by the back of his shirt, which was a soft black turtleneck. He wondered if his lack in kissing ever showed but Wesker didn't seem to care or notice, instead drawing out tiny whines and moving to grab the brunette by his butt, gripping it firmly in both hands. The low lighting of the living room made this even better, Chris liking that they were getting to the chase instead of milling about.

Wesker moved from his lips to his neck, kissing and beginning to suck at the sensitive skin and the brunette knew a mark was going to be left behind. Before he could think of the jokes and points from Jill for having a bunch of hickies on his neck when he went back to work, he jilted with a gasp his legs were pushed apart, the man settling himself in between them.

He felt himself grow hard in his jeans, moaning lowly when Wesker began giving attention to the front of his throat and his collar done, moving deftly beneath the neck of his shirt. He didn't just want to stand there so he ran both hands down the man's steely back and decided to grab his ass, loving how firm it felt through his dress pants. Wesker apparently approved of this and made a low growling noise, the sound nothing but demanding and predatory.

When he met those chilled eyes again, he felt his heart pound at how feral he looked, a smirk on those talented lips. Chris flushed, his cheeks feeling hot just from kissing alone but before he had a chance to say anything, the older man took him by the hand and after kissing the back of it, he led him towards the hall, his dark bedroom standing out.

It was strange – almost surreal – that he was in his captain's apartment.

His room was just as dark as the living room until the man turned on the lamp on the nightstand. Chris again was in awe at how nice it was, down to the large bed that looked so comfortable to the sliding patio doors. The black curtains were drawn, keeping out any moonlight but he didn't care, instead focusing on being pulled into another slow, loving kiss.

Wesker took control of it, his free hand resting on his butt. Chris tried to moan through the sensual onslaught, feeling his heart race when hands move to the front of his shirt, thumbs teasingly running underneath the bottom of it. Fingertips brushed against his skin just lightly but it was enough to make him gasp, letting the man ruck it up somewhat.

"You smell incredible, do not tell me you got all dressed up just for me, Chris." Wesker finally spoke, a small smirk across his thin lips, one that the brunette found it hard to look away from.

Seeing his captain like this was hypnotizing, he couldn't get enough. He couldn't stop the shudder from escaping when those hands moved under his shirt but slid around until they were resting against his bare lower back, the gentle touch lighting his skin ablaze.

"Well I didn't want to look like a bum or anything, I do dress up you know. I don't sit at home in my uniform." Chris joked lightly, smiling when the man shook his head in amusement before more of his shirt was pushed up. "You're one to talk though, I've never seen you like this before. Were you going to take me out to eat to win me over easier?" He chided gently, a teasing gleam in his hazel blue eyes.

Wesker loved what he was wearing, still intent on playing with the brunette's shirt but didn't make a move to take it off completely. "Perhaps but then I realized how badly I wanted you and that dinner could wait." A gleam in those icy eyes again. "It's one of the reasons I told you bring extra clothes, I planned on you staying here all night and us getting breakfast in the morning."

All night? Chris almost melted at the thought, his breath hitching when he brought closer to the other man's body, the smell of cologne reeling him in. Of course Wesker smelled good and of course he dressed just as nice, loving the way the fitted fabric of his turtleneck looked against the muscle underneath.

The kiss resumed after a second of touching each other, Wesker tugging on his lower lip before daring to slip his fingers underneath the waist of his jeans, hot tanned skin greeting him.

Chris slid his arms around the man's neck while this was happening, eyes closing as he let those hands undo his belt, gently taking it from the loops. His heart was thudding in his chest, going fast but he felt good, feeling his cock react to the hands beginning to take his clothes off. Wesker's tongue was doing things he couldn't think of, opening his mouth for more as he undid his jeans but before they went farther, he suddenly stopped.

Breathless, Chris looked into those cold eyes. "What's wrong? Why'd you stop?"

Wesker stepped back from him then, instead taking his hand so he could sit him down on the bed. "Nothing at all, I just thought you would be more comfortable on the bed. Or did I guess incorrectly?" He was messing with him, that teasing glare in those eyes but Chris just sighed and let himself be pushed back against the mattress, the black comforter feeling soft against his back. Hands went back to tugging his jeans from his hips as he found his inner neck again, giving attention there as Chris whined.

Moving the dark jeans away, Wesker bit back his predatory growl at the sight before him and they weren't even fully naked yet. Chris looked appetizing already - his legs looked toned and taught from vigorous training but his erection, hidden by his checkered boxer briefs, was what drew him in, straining against the wet spot on the fabric.

Before he went ahead, Wesker stopped and looked up to meet those nervous hazel blue eyes. "Are you sure you want me to continue? You told me you were okay with it and I will always be mindful but this is your first time doing this, I wouldn't want to hurt you, Chris."

Chris could feel the lump trying to form in his throat but he pushed it away, remembering that needed to have more confidence in himself. He liked Wesker and the man liked him back, he knew he would taken care of in the long run. "I - I trust you, Wesker. I know you'll take care of me like you do every day at work. I want this, I'm sure of it."

He wanted it to be perfect and he was going to be sure it would turn out that way. Hands fanned out against his inner thighs, spreading them apart and the brunette sighed, eyes cast downwards to watch the man settle himself in between them. He was aware of his hard he was, it was somewhat embarrassing, but the older man didn't say anything and instead gave him the attention his body wanted. Wesker ran his tongue over the mark he left on his neck, taking his hand from his side so he could start fondling him through his underwear.

Chris gasped, his back arching a bit at the hot wave that went through him then. He never felt anything like that before, his hips beginning to move into the hand rubbing him, making him moan more. He thought it sounded weird to him, wondering if it was annoying but Wesker apparently liked it. His cock loved the attention he was getting, already throbbing when the hand wrapped around him through the fabric, stroking him firmly.

Wesker was in his ear, breathing into it as the brunette kept making desirable noises, hips faltering as he tried to match the hand. Leaving him be for now, the blonde stood back up so he could pull his turtleneck over his head, his pale but incredibly toned torso now exposed and Chris gaped at the sight of him shirtless.

He looked just as perfect as he imagined, his chest taught and his stomach rippling with gentle muscles but that had nothing on his powerful arms, veins running along his forearms. The brunette wanted so badly to touch him but didn't wait to ask, sitting up.

He gently touched the man's stomach, biting his lower lip at the feeling of how strong his captain felt, his skin was pale like ivory but it was all so perfect. Wesker let him surprisingly, smirking as he let the younger man cautiously pull his belt from the loops.

Nimbly he undid them afterwards, pulling the zipper down and with a bravery he didn't know he had, pulled them down his sharp hips. Chris hardly believed he was doing this, taking his commanding officer's pants off and that he was letting him do it.

Wesker kicked the pants away once they were at his ankles, Chris smiling up at him with flushed red cheeks before laying back down on the bed. He looked so tempting, so easy to take and though the urge was there, the blonde wanted nothing more than to take his time opening him up, exploring his body.

He bent over him somewhat and just like he said in those snapchat texts all those weeks ago, he grabbed the bottom of Chris's shirt with his teeth before beginning to pull it up slowly.

Chris's eyes were blown while this happened, already panting when he raised his arms to help get the shirt off finally, his skin sensitive to the air of the room.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you? And you call me a tease." He let out a light laugh, thought his heart was still going wild inside of his chest from what just happened. Soon enough, the only thing he was left in was his underwear and he didn't feel the least bit exposed.

"Well, call it payback for all of those naughty photos you sent me, Christopher. Did you think I forgot about all of those? How you looked in those pants?" Wesker was on him again in seconds, smirking against his mouth as their tongues met steadily. Chris whined into it, his back arching again when an arm slipped underneath and curled around to hold him.

They were chest to chest, Wesker using his free hand to trail it down the brunette's toned stomach before pushing his boxer briefs down a bit, rubbing a thumb over his exposed hip bone.

Biting down on his bottom lip, Chris felt a bit of nervousness in his stomach and the man must have noticed it, before he moved his hand upwards to press his thumb on his lips. "I can stop if you want me too, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, Chris. You can tell me."

Exhaling lowly to calm his jittery nerves, Chris opened his eyes and smiled, leaning closer so he could press his lips against the man's, groaning softly into it when it was returned with just as much fervor.

His heart was racing his chest but he got it together for his own sake, "No, I'm okay. Go ahead, I already told you I trust you, Wesker." He felt a smile against his mouth, a hand teasingly rubbing at the band of his underwear before dipping underneath.

Chris almost belted when a hand wrapped around his erection, beginning to tremble from the feel of hands on him completely bare. That had felt better than anything he ever did on his own before, a mixture of whimpers and groans leaving his mouth as Wesker started stroking him firmly. He was already leaking from the slit so it was easy to stroke him without any friction, dragging the warm wetness down the shaft for slickness.

Wesker chuckled against his flush lips, looking down at the erection in his hand. Chris looked better than he expected, prominent in length, thick - smooth to the touch. He would have wanted the younger man no matter what he looked like but this added more to the allure, feeling lucky to be the first one to have him. His pace was methodic at first, he wanted Chris to get comfortable before tightening his hand so he could flick his wrist.

Moving downward, the blonde ghosted over the head lightly before lathing his tongue against the dripping slit, pleased at the reaction he was getting. Beads of pre-come coated his fingers, the sight of the younger man's arousal making him a bit impatient, Chris's small gasps spilling from his mouth only fueling his desire.

Chris gripped the sheets, panting as he felt a fire forming in the pit of his stomach. It made his toes curl somewhat, the man's mouth doing things to him he never thought he would feel. Gone was his shyness at being naked, it being replaced by a desire to go the extra mile.

Wesker stopped then, pressing his tongue flat against the slit before smirking as he eyed the flushed face of the brunette. "Does this feel alright?" He knew the answer but he wanted to hear Chris admit it, loving how he bit down on his bottom lip at the question.

"It – it feels great." His face felt hot after saying that but the man instead cradled his warm cheek, drawing him in for another kiss.

Chris was too wrapped up with the mouth on his to notice the man adjusting his position somewhat, laying him back down and spreading his legs so his right thigh was in his lap. His hand returned to his erection, again stroking him in a faster pace. Wesker moved to his chin and neck, before he moved his fingers down a bit, getting a sharp inhale as he gently prodded at the space there.

Chris trembled somewhat and before he could stop himself, closed his eyes and blurted out a quick "Fuck, I'm scared."

Wesker moved his hand away and adjusted himself so he was sitting back up, a calm look in his eyes.

"I figured but don't worry, I'll take care of you, Christopher." There was that hidden look in those eyes again, a small smile on his face before he was reaching down for something. Chris watched him, panting and tried to calm himself when Wesker produced a small bottle of something he figured was lube.

"This will help you relax I am sure so just lay back for me. I promise you'll enjoy it." Heart pounding, Chris straightened himself out on back, jilting when he felt hands underneath his thighs so they were pushed up somewhat.

Fingers coated in heavy lubrication gently ran across the space between his cheeks, making him gasp at the foreign but welcoming feeling. "Calm your breathing, things will only get much better from here."

That was all Wesker said before he dipped below, boldly pressed his tongue flat against the hole, Chris yelping at the sudden sensation. It felt different, a sudden coolness between the contact that quickly melted in slow, building pleasure when the man began using his tongue in ways he couldn't fathom, gently licking him with what he assumed was edible lube.

Moaning, Chris gripped under his thighs to keep them anchored as the man continued to open him up this way, it feeling so hot but so good.

Wesker had said it was going to get better and he fully believed it, his cheeks flushed a warm shade of pink as he treated to a tongue working him over. Desperate moans and whines were escaping, his chest heaving from the stimulation was he getting, and he wanted more. He wanted to feel more than just this and after groaning when the man began eating out him fully, he felt the creep of an orgasm forming, his mouth and tongue making his toes curl.

He gnawed on his bottom lip, hoping that he didn't sound too needy, "Wesker please – I – I'm gonna come if you don't stop –" With that, the man had pulled back and the sudden rush of emptiness that Chris felt after was almost unbearable.

Smirking, Wesker licked across his upper lip and his fingers like a kitten would with milk, the taste pleasant and sweet. He offered his index and middle finger out, still covered in lube and Chris shyly took them into his mouth, eyes lighting in surprise at how good the lube tasted, something similar to peach. He liked it.

"Well, we can't have they yet, can we?" He purred out lowly, dropping his hand and letting Chris lower his legs back down for the moment in favor of grabbing a condom from his bag.

Heart thumping at what was about to happen, the brunette laid his head back against one of the soft pillows, letting out shallow breaths as the man opened the foil packet. Wesker stood up that time, hooking his thumbs into his briefs so he could push them down his toned legs, the both of them finally nude together.

Chris stared a bit too long at the man then, his cheeks blooming with heat as he got to see what he looked like, after all the times he spent imagining it in his head.

He was sculpted all over, his skin like ivory but so strong, so fit – his legs had noticeable tone to them and he knew it was from the rigorous training and running he did. His skin was almost spotless but his erection was what made the brunette falter, his pulse racing at the size of it. He was more lengthy but thick and the fear of it not fitting in him was terrifying.

Wesker got back onto the bed, splashing a generous amount of lube into his hand so he could work it over himself. "I've told you before to stop overthinking, Christopher." His low voice cut into his thoughts then, "I will take care of you and make you feel as good as you want, you don't need to worry about that." His hand gently touched his chin, rubbing his thumb over the younger's man bottom lip.

Chris exhaled slowly, his eyes glittering for a bit as he took the thumb into his mouth. Kissing the pad, he smiled when Wesker reacted just as he thought he would. In seconds, a mouth was against his in a kiss, moaning into it when their tongues swirled around together.

This took some of his fear away, only trembling when hand a slid went between his thighs, a finger gently prodding at his entrance. It didn't feel weird but he couldn't stop the hiss of pain nce it was gradually inserted, slow and cautious.

Gasping, Chris snapped his eyes shut against the intrusion but groaned when a second finger entered him then, both digits beginning to carefully loosen him up. His lower stomach tightened in anticipation, the pain still there but naturally fading when more lubrication was added, making it slicker for the fingers. He tried not to clamp down on the man's fingers but couldn't help himself - if Wesker noticed, he didn't say anything and continued to carefully open him up.

Wesker knew what he was doing, focusing intently so he didn't hurt the younger man but also wanted it to feel good.

It did feel good, it felt incredible and soon, he was moaning in between whining, Chris's cheeks tinting pink once he realized he must have sounded really desperate so he gnawed on his bottom lip. Two fingers continued to venture further before they came in contact with his prostate, Chris jolting with a high yelp from the feel of electricity going through him.

He wailed brokenly when the area was again massaged, his thighs shaking and his breaths coming out heavy as Wesker kept going. "I told you it would feel good, didn't I? If only you could see yourself right now, looking so unkempt and pushing yourself down on my fingers." Wesker growled in his ear, making Chris whimper at the dirty talk. Still, he was careful in his preparation and after rubbing the area inside of him a few more times, he removed his fingers altogether.

Wesker made sure his erection was adequately covered in lubrication before helping Chris move onto his side, pulling one of his legs up to get in the right position. Panting harshly, the brunette barely had time to look down before he felt something hard and hot nudging against his slicked hole, his heart almost stopping then.

This was it; this was really happening – and he couldn't be more excited, his cock weeping pre-come and his thighs trembling.

Chris pressed his forehead against the cool pillow, gritting his teeth when he felt the man start to push inside, the inevitable burning coming fast with it. The thin gold necklace he had on glinted in the low lighting, his groans from the slow penetration going unnoticed by his captain.

It felt so strange, trying to loosen the tension in his body but it was hard even with the man's gentle affirmations in his ear and his heart beat against his back.

"The pain is momentary, try not to tense so much or it'll hurt more than it's supposed to. Enjoy yourself and relax." Wesker pressed a hand to his lower back comfortably so he could massage it, hoping to help the younger man relax. Chris shallowed his breathing but god, everything felt so hot and the blonde was huge, already knowing his lower back and ass were going to be hurting tomorrow.

He thought wildly for a split second that his erection wasn't going to go any further but yelped brokenly when it did just that, slipping past carefully after a minute pause.

"Breath. Open up for me." Wesker commanded in a low, tender voice. Chris did his best to calm himself with steady breathing, his chest tightening but after a few agonizing seconds, he started to relax and the original pain quickly melted into something duller, until he was left with nothing but incredible, hounding pressure working it's way through him.

The strong chest pressed against his shoulder blades felt incredible and soothing, the muscle toned, tight but the heartbeat below all of that was something he wanted to feel all of the time.

"Christ – you're killing me." Chris hissed through tight breaths, but felt relief once the man was seated fully inside of him after what felt like a scorching eternity.

His insides felt like they were ablaze with want, the feeling of having someone he had liked for so long in him making him moan. His anal passage was sore from taking such heavy girth but Wesker soothed him by gently pulling out before going back in at the same time, his body beginning to relax from the slow pace.

Wesker held in a tight breath from the feeling, taking hold of the brunette's leg to keep it upwards so he could angle his thrusts in a way that would let him find his prostate. Chris was moaning incoherently, fingers gripping the sheets below to try and gain some traction again the pressure but the older man was opening him thoroughly, going slow at first but now at a steady, firm pace.

Soon, his moans melted into loud cries for more, the sensitive area inside being targeted almost making him come on the spot. He kept his face pressed down into the pillow, whimpers and groans leaving his mouth as the older man bucked up into him almost perfectly, making him clench too tight accidentally. Wesker apparently liked that, a deep, delicious sound coming from behind him making Chris fumble for more.

Hearing Wesker moan that way almost enough to send Chris over the edge, not believing he was probably the cause of that sound. It sounded so deep but full of pleasure and he wanted nothing more than to hear it all the time if he could.

"Please Wesker, please... go harder." He let out before he could stop himself, his face heating with embarrassment when the man obliged and after grabbing by his chin so he could look into his wide eyes, he began pounding in and out of him. It felt incredible – almost seeing stars behind his eyes when his prostate was brushed against insistently. His inner walls were light ablaze, the feeling burning in his loins and making his toes curl tightly.

"Say it again, Christopher. Say it again and beg me for it." The demanding side was there like it had been during the many encounters and texts and Chris couldn't deny that, hearing that tone of voice could have made him shoot his load on any other night.

"Please Albert, please... please fuck me and give me what I want. I need to come." Chris never thought he would beg anyone for anything – let alone that – but to say what he had been wanting to say for a long time was enough for Wesker to give him what he wanted.

Wesker adjusted the position after that, moving the brunette by his hips so he was instead resting on his knees, the new angle making him whine at how exposed it was. The man didn't seem to care, sweat visible on his brow as he carefully slid back inside with some resistance, Chris hissing out before he was fully seated inside again.

Making sure he was settled, the blonde wasted no time speeding up his thrusting, making the younger man wail out for more. He arched his back to feel the thick cock moving inside of him more quickly, making him grip the sheets below him as tightly as he could, knuckles turning white.

His lower stomach was tightening up again, letting him know the end was near. His cock was leaking messily over his stomach, pre-come running from the slit and when he got one more harsh rub against his prostate, Chris's vision went white as he finally came.

His orgasm came full force, loud moans and sharp cries leaving his mouth as he spilled over himself, semen getting on his stomach and sheets below. Wesker helped him through it, milking his cock until he was sure there was nothing left to give, loving the way the brunette sounded and how his body shook. He felt the warm wetness running over his fingers, tightening his hand at the base as Chris bucked into it, trying to thrust backwards for more.

His cries of pleasure and tight clenching around his erection were enough to send Wesker off too so he buried himself in him completely with gritted teeth, releasing inside of him with a low, throaty moan.

There was nothing but harsh pants between them after they both completed, silence filling the room.

Chris didn't know how long he was laying there for, his breathing gently slowing down but he kept his eyes closed, not wanting to move as he let the man gently move him onto his back. His limbs felt like jelly and he didn't have to move to know his lower back was going to protest in pain, barely registering the older man pulling out of him and moving around the room, too lost in his post-arousal state to say or do anything.

His body suddenly felt empty and wished for more contact but he was too tired to care, pressing his face down into the cooler sheets for some reprieve.

Wesker returned after discarding the condom in the waste basket, carrying a black towel before leaning down to gently run his hand through the brunette's sweaty hair.

"Are you feeling alright? Did I hurt you at all?" Chris mumbled something then before trying to sit up but groaned at the pain in his lower back.

Sighing, he hesitantly opened his eyes and was greeted to the man's serene face, looking so different this way with his hair loose and some hanging in his forehead. He really wanted to kiss him again but held back, thankful when the man helped him sit up, the flare of pain in his back there.

"I'm okay, don't worry about it. You know I'm tougher than I look – you don't have to baby me." He laughed lightly when he got an eye roll in response, before sighing when lips brushed over his. It was a simpler kiss, one that he appreciated.

"How about we go get cleaned up and afterwards, I will make you some food. You're welcome to stay here for the night, I wouldn't mind having you in my bed again." Chris blushed slightly, letting out a soft laugh.

He had no idea Wesker could be so, well comforting this way. He was more used to the strict captain of S.T.A.R.S but this was different – this was personal and he loved that he was getting to see this side. He did think about what would happen after this, would they still be able to work together? Or would they develop into something more?

Chris didn't care, he just wanted to still be with the man and get to spend time with him, relationship or not.

Finding his voice and looking down at his nude body, he smiled tiredly. "That sounds great but can you carry me there? I think my ass is gonna be sore for the next week or so." He rubbed a hand over one his tender cheeks, not missing the way Wesker glared at him doing so.

"Don't tempt me, Christopher. You don't know what that does to a man." Smirking at Chris's flushed expression, he took him by the hand before helping him to his feet.

Wesker liked Chris, he liked a lot more than he would ever probably admit, so he wanted to keep him close and wanted to do more with him. Those things come at a later time, though, as a shower was calling him.

As the two entered the shower, Chris let out a pleasing sound as the hot water washed away any sweat and fluids, thankful when Wesker washed his hair for him before they eventually embraced under the hot spray. Lips calmly found his inner neck, tingling the skin and Chris shuddered into it, hands sliding down to cup his backside.

They stood there for quite some time but he felt like it was an eternity, the water feeling good against his sensitive skin.

It felt good – it felt right and in that moment, Chris wasn't sure if he ever wanted to leave.

The morning came just as soon as night ended, Chris realizing that the two of them were tangled together in the sheets, his heart racing at how comfortable it felt. Wesker had his leg in between the brunette's toned thigh, but was still sound asleep with a bit of his hair falling in his forehead.

He didn't want to move or wake the man up so he rested his warm cheek against the pillow and stared at the handsome face before his, but the low throbbing in his backside was a sign he needed to relax today.

Work would come the day after tomorrow so he was going to take it easy with movement and hopefully - escape Jill's and Samantha's heckling if they ever found out what happened. This was going to stay private for now.

Chris felt at peace here, with his captain of all things, and knew he would be safe and welcomed here. It was what he wanted.