To even my own surprise, I didn't overthink it. In fact I slept rather well yet again. I knew, even with how outrageous it might seem, that Wesker hadn't been lying when he said that he actually cared about me and that made me inexplicably happy. I still feared the end of the month and what Wesker would do but I was believing less and less that his plans would involve hurting me in any way, at least not intentionally. So even after this month was over and he most likely made his inevitable escape, I had hope that things could actually be different. I couldn't tell if that was a rational hope or a blind one but I was content with not knowing for now. I considered telling Jill or Claire what he said and asking their opinion but I thought better of it. Those words were just for me and I wanted to keep them for myself.

I slid out of bed and opened my door, spying Wesker in his room. He was still lying in bed and his head tilted a little to see me better around the frame of his door from where I stood. He was shirtless and I felt a sharp heat pulse through my body. He was waiting for me. As if to confirm my hunch, he smirked and raised one hand to motion me to him with his forefinger. As I made my way to his room, I stopped in front of the couch in a brief hesitation. I was sure we both knew where we stood now and he understood that I wasn't ready for sex but we could work up to that. So it could be fun to tease him back. I stripped off my shirt and left it on the couch before completing my trek to his bedroom. His red eyes narrowed with lust as they hungrily raked over my exposed torso and more heat came to my face.

He scooted closer to the wall to give me room to slide into bed with him, lifting then draping the blanket over me. I was both glad and a little disappointed that he was wearing pants. I confidently turned onto my side to lay my head on his shoulder while my arm slid over his stomach to rest comfortably across it. With his left arm now trapped under my head, he moved it so his hand settled on my waist and just like that we were so naturally comfortable together.

"Morning." I said cheerfully and he hummed thoughtfully in return. "I didn't overthink it." I found myself telling him and I felt his head turn to look down at me so I turned my gaze up to meet his.

"No?"

"No. Whatever happens at the end of this month will happen so I'm content to just focus on the now." I explained, loving the smile that spread on the blond's lips with each word that I spoke. He moved his arm almost completely out from under me to prop himself up on that elbow so he half leaned over me.

"Excellent." he whispered before his lips connected with mine. I accepted his kiss, even initiating it to deepen as I embraced him. My nails purposefully clawed at his back to elicit a response which was granted to me in the form of a low growl and a soft bite on my lower lip. I chuckled happily before our lips were together again with more urgency.

We made out and teased each other with bites and scratches for at least… I couldn't tell the passage of time through the feverish way my head spun with need. Wesker had moved completely over me, one of his knees between my legs and when it shifted higher to put a little pressure onto my erection I jolted with pleasure. I moved a hand down to… I don't know what I was planning to do with it but I think it had something to do with grabbing at least one of us. Not giving me the chance to figure it out, the other man snatched my wrist and pinned it beside my head where he already had my other hand unbeknownst to me. Removing his lips from my neck to my ear, he licked around the shell before he whispered into it.

"Shall we take this to your bedroom?" his voice was low and heavy with need, making me moan to the sound alone.

"God yes." I whimpered to him without thinking and he chuckled, low and satisfied.

"That's right, I'm your god." even in the heat of the moment I picked up on the dangerous tone his voice had taken to that implication. It didn't scare me or even cause worry- it turned me on. He sat up on his knees to tower over me, trapping one of my legs under him. He had released one of my wrists but now held the other to his chest so my palm was against his pale skin. "Worship your god." and I did. My hands roamed his exposed body, trailing over every line and curve as if my fingers wished to memorize the glorious figure before me as much as my eyes did. Eventually I sat up to run my tongue over the salty skin of his chest, wrapping my arms around his midsection as I did to feel around his back muscles. He hummed in approval and I moaned in need when I felt his erection against my stomach. I wanted it- I wanted all of him. My tongue moved slickly over one of his nipples and I took a moment to gently take the small nub between my teeth. As soon as my teeth moved off of it, Wesker's hand gripped my hair to harshly pull my head back so I was looking up into his lustful red eyes. "You're going to go into your bedroom, take off the rest of your clothes, and lay down in bed for me." he growled the order and my heart hammered in my chest with the need to obey him.

"No, wait, wait, no." I shook my head so he would release my hair. "I'm hungry." I rushed out with wide fearful eyes that seemed to shock him. It took a moment for him to process that I was chickening out of this encounter and trying to change the subject but when he did, he growled low at me and his eyes flashed momentarily. He closed his eyes and turned his head to the ceiling as he inhaled deeply. He took a moment to himself and I lowered my hands away from his body as if that would help calm him down somehow. I rubbed at the back of my neck nervously, knowing what I had done to him and feeling guilty over it. Eventually he lowered his head onto mine so our foreheads were together though he didn't open his eyes yet. Another minute passed before he finally opened his eyes and I saw they were still red though they no longer glowed. He was still annoyed with me but he had gotten over his anger.

"You may be the death of me yet Chris." he muttered in irritation and I chuckled sheepishly. I leaned slightly forward to kiss him just to be sure we were okay. He returned the quick reassuring gesture so yeah, we were fine.

"Probably the best way I could kill you." I told him and he rolled his eyes before getting off of me and the bed altogether. I couldn't help how my eyes darted to his crotch only to be disappointed that he wasn't hard anymore so I couldn't indirectly see his dick.

"I beg to differ." he countered before offering me his hand. My boner had time to go away as well so I took his hand and let him help me to my feet. "What would you like to eat today?"

… … …

After we worked out, I told Wesker I felt like taking a long shower which he didn't really respond to as he already had a book in hand. I slipped into my room, now all too aware that my door no longer had the ability to lock but my bathroom door still did. Two closed doors and the running shower should be plenty to keep my planned activities to myself. Pulling the item out of the bag made me cringe at the thought of what I was about to do to myself.

I wasn't very aware of what all the world of sex toys had to offer but I figured an anal plug would be a good place to start as far as getting my body used to penetration went. But thanks to Jill that's not what I ended up ordering. It was a small, emphasis on the small, dildo. I shouldn't have talked to her about it first, I should have just ordered the plug and sent her out for it. She had somehow managed to convince me that the plug wouldn't do much to get me adjusted before asking how big Wesker was. I very calmly explained to her that I didn't know and she shouldn't be thinking of such things which she apparently found my rationality over the subject extremely funny. I told her I wasn't trying to match Wesker, not that I would be able to anyway since I didn't know how big he was… then I was thinking about it too. I can not express how difficult it was to keep from reacting so noticeably to all this as Claire and I were moving stuff around though at one point I did need to excuse myself to go to the bathroom just to have a second to calm down.

I had no doubt Wesker was well endowed, I had only felt his cock against me for a brief time but it was more than enough to time he wasn't small. So maybe Jill was right that while the plug would have gotten my body at least familiar with the foreign feeling of having something in my ass at all, it would have been miles apart from getting ready for Wesker. So this didlo was a fair middle ground. It would get me used to the feeling of being penetrated and stretch me enough that hopefully it wouldn't be too painful by the time I had sex with Wesker. I froze as the thought passed by me. It really wasn't a fantasy or an 'if' anymore, was it? I was going to have sex with Albert Wesker.

God was this really going to happen? I sat there for a minute, telling myself that everything was fine and that there was nothing to be nervous about. Lots of guys had sex with other guys and enjoyed it immensely. From the little we've already done so far Wesker seemed like a generous lover, he wanted to make me feel good too so it would be fine. He'd make sure I was okay throughout because he… he cares about me. That thought got me undressed and into the shower, bringing the toy in with me. I was going to do this because I cared about him too and more than anything I wanted to be together with him. I wanted him and he wanted me- unfathomably so.

I set the toy aside as I washed myself… thoroughly. My finger… fuck this was so embarrassing… I started with a finger. Reached around to my ass and slowly pressed inside. It was unfamiliar and uncomfortable and I didn't like it. I wanted to stop, telling myself this wouldn't work but pushed myself to keep going. I used a second finger and felt a lot of discomfort to separate them but I worked through it. The feeling I was experiencing was more discomfort than pain but the line began to blur with three fingers. The angle was awkward and I was really only doing this to get myself at least somewhat ready for the dildo so I didn't give anything much time. After only pressing in maybe a dozen times and wiggling the digits around inside of myself for a while, I decided I was done with that. Was it supposed to feel good by now? Was I doing it wrong?

I took a hold of the peach colored toy and sat on the floor of the shower, the spray missing me by only a little bit. I needed another moment to myself as I considered what I was doing and why. Wesker. Wesker. I'm doing this for Wesker. Why couldn't I just leave preparing my body to him? I'm sure he would know what he was doing even if he's never actually done it before. No, I'm a man, I could do this myself. I had to do it myself first, even if it was more for mental preparation rather than physical.

I was gearing myself up to just get going already, about to run my tongue over the head to slick the silicone but I couldn't do it. It was too embarrassing. I spit on my hand to rub it on instead which was only somewhat better. I reached to lower the temperature of the water since my body already felt like there was a fire burning inside. Taking a few deep breaths, I slowly spread my legs and lowered my hands between them. I pressed one and then two fingers in first before taking my sweet time replacing them with the head of the dildo. I leaned my head back against the wall of the shower and squeezed my eyes shut as I pushed the toy in further. The sensation was weird and uncomfortable and I didn't like it. I wanted to stop- to just give up on this or at least try again later but I pressed on, taking the small toy little by little until it was all the way in. Fuck it felt so weird- I hated it! How do others- men or women enjoy this? I'd never done anal either giving or receiving but so far I didn't think I was missing much. Maybe I was doing it wrong after all.

I sat there until the dull pain faded as I took steadying breaths. Wesker. I was doing this for Wesker. Because I wanted to have sex with Wesker. That's right. This toy… instead of this, I wanted Wesker's cock inside of me. It was something I really wanted. I wanted him. I loved the way he had held his body over mine as his tongue attacked every part of me he could reach. I loved how he whispered into my ear with that low tantalizing voice of his that blurred the line of danger. My hand slowly pulled the toy almost all the way out of my ass before leisurely pushing it back in. His piercing lustful red eyes made my heart pound with eager anticipation. I cringed at the ache my pace sent up my spine but I continued. His breath clouded my head in a dense fog of desire. My hand increased the thrusting tempo and I bit my lip not to groan. His touch set my skin ablaze with longing. I wouldn't say the sensation from the toy was pleasurable exactly but it wasn't painful anymore and the discomfort was quickly receding. His lips on mine filled me with an insatiable craving for more of him. My left hand moved to my hardening dick and began to stroke in time with my right hand's thrusting.

Falling prey to my active imagination, I was now sitting in my shower with Wesker's naked body pinning me back into the wall. His hands were on my face as he kissed me roughly, his penis already having taken the place of the toy I currently had inside of me. My body jolted with strong bolts of pleasure that forced both of my hands to move faster and I bit my lip to fight back a loud moan. His hands gripped at my thighs to keep them apart as he moved in and out of me and fuck it actually was starting to feel really good.

"Wesker… nngh ahh…" I exhaled heavily into the humid air around me, moaning again before biting back onto my lip to stop myself. I forced my eyes open to remind myself that I was in here alone doing this to myself, that Wesker was in the other room, and that I did not want him to hear me. Still, thoughts of him seized my mind and fueled my imagination, spurring my actions on more and more. The base of my back ached already from the arch I was making and the near brutal pace I had set myself to but I didn't stop- couldn't stop. I wanted more- this wasn't enough. I wanted Wesker for real.

I came onto my stomach, drawing blood from my lip with my teeth in order to keep myself quiet. My body practically vibrated in the aftermath of my climax even after it was over. I eased the toy out of my body, causing small spasms as I did until it was out. I panted as my brain slowly caught up with what had just happened. I just had one of the best orgasms of my life simultaneously jacking off and fucking myself while thinking of Albert Wesker. And that was just with this small dildo. What will the real thing do to me? I shivered with anticipation.

… … …

A knock sounded on my door a few hours later and I called for Wesker to come in, refusing to get out of bed. As he opened my door to walk over to me, I pointed over to where the camera button was hoping he already knew so I didn't have to move to do it. Luckily that seemed to be true as he tapped the button causing the red light on my room's camera to blink on. He sat on the side of my bed I wasn't on and held out a plate of food for me. I wanted to sit up and eat because I was hungry, having thought about getting up to get food earlier, but I didn't think my lower back or my ass would appreciate the movement. I didn't want Wesker to catch me flinching or he might figure out what was wrong with me. There was no way he could know what I did, even if he knew I had masturbated he didn't know I had fucked myself with a toy and I wanted to keep that to myself. I especially wanted to keep it to myself that I did it too hard too quickly without proper lubrication since I figured it would have washed off in the shower and was now suffering the consequences for it. Worth it? Probably but the jury was still out on that. If he was Wesker that did this to me then yes, worth it without question. But it wasn't so maybe not.

I motioned for him to leave the food on my dresser but he didn't. Instead he moved farther onto my bed to get closer to me, placing the plate on his own lap. He lifted the fork with food on it to my lips and I smiled at him before opening my mouth so he could feed me. He didn't ask why I never rejoined him in the living room, why I was in bed, why I was acting like I didn't feel good, or why my lip was split. He just sat with me and quietly fed me lunch until the food was gone. I thanked him and he nodded as he put the empty plate aside now. He looked over me but not with the clinical gaze he was most associated with but with the warm one only I knew and was getting more used to. I liked it and I couldn't help but smile at him which he actually returned. Then he leaned over me to kiss my lips but not fully, just the side that was split and I chuckled nervously though offered no explanation nor did he ask for one.

"Would you like some pain medication?" was all he wanted to know and I nodded in response, watching him leave then return with a bottle of water and the bottle of pills. I frowned and he raised a questioning eyebrow.

"No magic water?" I asked as I took the water from him so he could open the pill bottle.

"That would put you to sleep." he informed me before handing over two small pills that I took while laying down, only tipping my head up to drink from the plastic bottle.

"What if I wanna go to sleep?" he smirked at me before crawling onto my bed until he was right next to me so he could kiss me properly this time.

"What if I don't want you to?" he whispered seductively and my heart rate instantly picked up. I… I wanted to pull him down to kiss him and do so much more but I was still too sore and embarrassed about him possibly finding out what I did to myself. So I did the first thing that came to mind. I grabbed the pillow I wasn't using and smacked him in the head with it. He was still smirking at me when it fell away so I knew he wasn't mad about it but he did sit back, taking the hint.

"Pervert." I grumbled to myself since all he seemed to think about lately was sex. Though I guess I couldn't really blame him. We've been getting closer physically and the tension has been building. At least I could relieve some of that on my own but he couldn't with all the cameras although I liked to think of it as he was waiting for me… and I was keeping him waiting. Great now I felt guilty. The single word seemed to amuse him as he looked at me with a knowing expression that I tried to ignore.

"Any requests for dinner?" he asked as he slid off of my bed.

"Not really, I should be up by then anyway." I answered and refrained from rolling onto my side. With that he again pressed the camera button to turn it off before taking the dirty plate and the pill bottle with him as he left, closing the door behind himself. When I was sure he wasn't standing at my door anymore, I slowly rolled over and groaned at the ache my body protested with. Yeah, maybe not worth it.

… … …

It was another few hours until I did get up and for now my only plan was to make coffee. Wesker seemed to be in his room so I tried not to think about him while I prepared the coffee maker. I no longer felt any negative effects from this morning's activities. Honestly I was probably just being a baby about it earlier but there was mental processing time needed too and I think I was over that as well. I used a sex toy on myself, not just any sex toy, I put a dildo in my own ass while wishing it was another man's penis. And that was fine- everything was fine. I had always been a supporter of the gay community, as well as all the other additions that had joined over the years but I never considered myself to be a part of it. Sure I was attracted to Wesker even back in STARS but I knew it would never be anything more than an idyllic crush though I would never have called it that back then. I was born and raised in a time when that stuff was still shunned so I never allowed it to even be a fantasy. And it wasn't like I was a closeted gay, I'm interested only in women… Wesker's the only exception to that. Then it turned out he was a bad guy so I denied my feelings for him even harder and tried my best to bury them under my hatred for him. It wasn't until he showed up with a rescued Jill that those feelings forced their way through everything else and I had to acknowledge them.

Now here I was suddenly faced with all these purely gay desires I spent my life suppressing and I didn't know how to deal with them. I didn't think there was anything wrong with being gay, I just never thought I would actually be doing this stuff. So it was a very understandable needed adjustment, right?

"You know I'm not used to having so much downtime." I jumped in surprise hearing Wesker's voice and turned to see him leaning against his door frame. "I've been trying to keep myself busy but I admit I haven't been as successful in that endeavor as I was hoping." he pushed off the frame to walk into the kitchen, stopping a few feet from me. I watched him and tried to figure out where he was going with this. "With so much time left for just my thoughts, I find them constantly coming back to you." he tilted his head to the side ever so slightly as he studied me like I was the most interesting thing in the world. His intense and narrowed eyes brought heat to my face. "How you look." he stepped closer to me. "How you sound." another step. "How you smell." his voice lowered with his next step and I certainly didn't miss the way his tongue darted across his bottom lip hungrily. "How you taste." he took the last step to be right next to me, his voice now just a whisper and his hand trailing across the small of my back. "How you feel." his hand stopped on my side to pull me closer to his body as he leaned so his lips were at my ear. "You are driving me absolutely and maddeningly wild." I swore his breath carried an aphrodisiac from what it was doing to me. I didn't know what to do or what to say to that. Whatever effect I believed him to have on me, he was telling me I had the same effect on him too and that baffled me. I mean I'm nothing special, I'm a skilled soldier sure but I'm by no means the most attractive or smartest guy out there- that guy was standing next to me. I know my self worth enough to recognize I'm above average but I would still put the blond inhuman man leagues above me. So how the hell did a guy like me manage to ensnare Albert Wesker himself? "I thought you said you weren't going to masturbate to tease me anymore?" he asked when I didn't reply. There was that evil smirk that I didn't like from him… although paired with his lustful eyes… it didn't look too bad.

"It… it wasn't to tease you." I blushed harder and finally tore my eyes away from him. I figured he would have heard me but at least he didn't know exactly what I had done, I can imagine what a turn on that would be for him and I'm not sure I'd be able to keep him off of me.

"There's a lot more we could do without having sex." he informed me and I felt my blood run hotter in yearning. My widened eyes turned to him suddenly and his expression was pure danger like I was a delicious meal he was about to devour whether I wanted it or not. Just then the coffee maker told me it was finished with the pot that was now ready to serve. I made a move to grab for it but Wesker's hand caught my wrist. I stared down at our hands as he placed them flat on the counter. "Rather than do it yourself, allow me to take care of you." his intoxicating voice… asked, commanded? I couldn't tell but I made no move to stop him as he moved to stand behind me. In fact I was now slightly bent forward with my elbows on the counter. I told myself the blond had urged me down but he hadn't, I did that on my own.

Wesker leaned over me until he could put his hands on the counter at my sides. His body was flush against mine, his chest to my back, his lips to my ear as he breathed, and his… his crotch pressed against my ass. I held as still as I could as heat flooded my body, my heartbeat sped up, and I tried hard to control my breathing. His chest rose and fell against my back at a slightly faster pace than I remember him usually breathing and every puff of air that left him ghosted past my ear and sent shivers down my spine. The blood in my body betrayed my attempted nonchalance by collecting in my dick and if I moved I was afraid I would grind back against him rather than deny him. But did I really want to refuse his advances anymore? We both wanted each other and I already prepared myself for at least a taste of what it would be like. And someone like Wesker, the perfect man that was talented at everything he did- not to mention his inhuman speed and power… there wasn't a doubt in my mind of how incredible he would make me feel.

"Relax." the blond whispered soothingly in my ear and his sultry tone went straight to my cock and messed up my mind. His hands moved over my arms to grab both of mine and intertwined our fingers. He moved, pushing me forward with his crotch against my ass until my hips were nearly pressed to the counter. Wesker held both of my hands with one of his, the other trailing back up my arm and over my shoulder as he stood straight with his hips still holding me in place. His adjustment let me feel him more and oh god was he hard. Oh fuck- was this really happening right now?

"T-the cameras." I managed to get out between heavy breaths as his fingers traced my spine, slowly moving down over each vertebra. I wasn't comfortable with being recorded having sex with Albert Wesker of all people for possibly everyone in the BSAA to see. Luckily he wasn't okay with it either… or so I thought.

"I don't care about that if it means I get to have you." he told me, his words full of promise and I actually moaned before biting down hard on my already split lip. His fingers stopped just past the hem off my shirt but instead of slipping under to touch my skin like I was expecting, his hand gripped at my hip to pull me back against him and I moaned again at his pressure that throbbed in desire for me. I did that to him. He really wanted me- Wesker wanted me. He rolled his hips against me again and I heard him make a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a growl, it was low and husky and oh so attractive. I rested my head against our joined hands, allowing him to keep mine trapped.

Without knowing what I was really doing, I ran my tongue over the surface of Wesker's hand before biting hard into the soft spot between his thumb and forefinger. My intention wasn't to get him off of me and even if it was, that's not the reaction it caused. The moment my teeth came away from his skin the hand I had just bitten into wrapped around my throat and pulled me up to stand, my back harshly colliding with Wesker's chest not that it swayed him. He was breathing hard now too but I didn't get a chance to hear much of it before he sunk his teeth into the small space of my neck left between his fingers and my shirt. I shouted in shock over the sudden motions and the bite. Even in his sudden burst of need he was careful not to break the skin but it still hurt. I squeezed my eyes shut against the pain but it… it felt so good my cock twitched from the tightening confines of my pants. Wesker's other hand moved away from my hip to pull at the collar of my shirt, allowing him more access to my neck and shoulder without having to remove the hand that strangled me. He held my throat with just enough pressure to make breathing a labored chore without actually being uncomfortable.

He nipped and sucked on my skin so sensually I was sure my nervous system would collapse. I was beginning to get light headed and I wasn't sure if it was from Wesker choking me or if he was just giving me so much pleasure that my mind swam in it. And to think this was only foreplay. I thought about what came next… and while I was still getting used to wanting another man's dick inside of me, in that moment my entire body burned with the desire and need for it- for him.

But then a loud ringing caught my attention accompanied by a strong vibration on my thigh that only added to the stimulation in my now hyper sensitive systems. I never thought a phone call would make me moan in pleasure but here I was, exhaling heavily and leaning forward as my abs tensed against the coil of heat in my abdomen. Wesker growled at the sound and bit hard into my neck when I moved a hand to my pocket as he stopped choking me to snatch my wrist again. His lips trailed higher to the newly exposed skin as his other hand wrapped around my front possessively, his fingers just barely dipping under the waistline of my pants. I yelped as he jerked me upward again, feeling his impressive bulge press into me more and I groaned in need. I wanted to see it, wanted to touch it, wanted to taste it, wanted to feel it.

"My phone- the vibration…" I muttered, not really sure what I was trying to tell him. Was I trying to get him to let me go so I could stop my phone or simply telling him that it was doing something to me? Either way, he released my wrist to slip his hand into my pocket but rather than withdraw my phone, he shifted it inside of my pocket so that the device was pressed to the inside of my thigh. A cry of pleasure ruptured from my throat when it went off again, the vibrations sending jolts of electricity through my body only to then collect painfully in my cock. I leaned forward again with my hands on the counter to steady myself, Wesker allowed it this time though his body followed mine to keep the contact.

"So you like that, eh Chris?" he sounded so interested and heated, the words almost forming a purr as they rolled off his lips. "Did I find a sweet spot?" he was teasing now, his voice ghosting cooly over the moist skin of my neck before he started sucking to form yet another hickey. He really enjoyed marking me and that was fine, I enjoyed it just as much. In fact I wanted to leave my own mark on his body as well. My phone stopped ringing so my tensed muscles relaxed and my head cleared a little without the vibrations to help overstimulate me.

"Let me see who it was." I muttered as he still nipped at my neck. He hummed around my skin, only slightly pulling back so his voice could be heard without a muffle.

"It doesn't matter." he told me before his tongue snaked up to my ear, following the shell of it before biting my earlobe.

"It… might be important." he hummed again and I could feel the vibration of it in my jaw.

"More important than me?" he kissed along my jawline now closer to my chin.

"Wesker." the sound that came out of me was a mix of a moan and a whine and I didn't like it though it made the blond man chuckle.

"Alright." he said with a smile as he kissed my cheek before he rested his chin on my abused shoulder in a relaxed manner. He pulled his hand out of my pocket, bringing my phone with it to hold up in front of both of us. I watched as he unlocked it because of course he knew my password, probably saw me enter it enough because I wasn't cautious about him seeing. He easily navigated to my call log and just as I saw Jill's name at the top, she called again. I was in the middle of a deep breath to try to calm down so Jill couldn't hear how badly Wesker had messed me up, although she had probably seen the whole thing. Wesker quickly swiped to answer the call then set it to speaker and placed it in my hand. I was about to, very awkwardly, say hello when my best friend's voice came over the speaker.

"Okay first of all, this is extremely awkward and I never want to see it again." if she said any of this in any other context, I would have laughed. But considering that she was talking about having to watch me get hot and heavy with our enemy… I felt like my entire head would explode with how much heat was pouring from my face. I covered my face with my hands though Wesker did chuckle.

"As much of a delight it is to hear from you Jill, could this possibly wait a few hours?" he asked with need still laced in his voice. The implication of how long he wanted to draw this out made me inhale sharply and hold my breath to suppress a long exhale of desire. Doing this and much more for hours… I would surely die from a system overload but it would be entirely worth it. Definitely the best way I've imagined Wesker killing me that's for sure.

"No it can't." Jill shot back harshly now. "I was just going to look the other way for a while but you choking Chris made me really nervous."

"Duly noted. Is that all?" Wesker was trying to get her to hang up so we could continue without me complaining about it if he were to hang up on her like I have no doubt he wanted to.

"Look Chris, I know what I said about this not stirring up trouble and doing what you want but I didn't think you'd really do this on camera." the woman was pleading with me now like it was something I was going to argue.

"I tried to tell him…" my voice was small and muffled in my hands and the excuse was pathetic even to my own ears.

"Yeah I can see you're really trying." she said sarcastically. I groaned in complaint over my situation. I didn't have just one person picking on me- or even two people separately, no, the two had joined forces to team up against me. Their mission was to embarrass me as much as possible. This was only further proven when Wesker chuckled at my friend's taunt and agreed with her playfully. There was a part of me, buried far under the embarrassment, that was enjoying their playful cooperative banter even if it was at my expense.

"I just came out here for coffee and he- Wesker!" I yelled in panic when the hand that stayed on my abdomen during all this suddenly thrust into my pants. He didn't go straight for my dick which had gone limp from the mood killing conversation, instead his fingers wrapped to the inside of my thigh before raking his nails all the way around nearly to my butt. My body had untensed and my guard was down but the lingering sensitivity was still there so the sudden flash of pain and pleasure mix forced a severe reaction from me. All at once my back arched which caused my hips to grind back into Wesker's still hardened cock and a loud moan was hurled from my throat. I slammed my hand over my mouth so only part of my surprised scream was fully audible to Jill but it was enough that a new wave of humiliation rolled over me. I remained stock still like if I didn't move no one could see me and I could escape from this situation.

"God! Really Wesker?" Jill exclaimed in disbelief.

"My church is not accepting new worshipers." Wesker laughed maniacally as he removed himself from me, adjusting himself in his pants before leaning his back against the counter next to me. Jill groaned in disapproval but I tried not to listen anymore. I didn't move or breathe- I was trying really hard to will myself into nonexistence. My legs were trembling the slightest bit and pain had taken over my thigh since the pleasure had only been temporary but I steadied my breathing and refused to look up to meet the inhuman eyes I felt staring at me. He knew I was done so he did that as, what, revenge for stopping or was he just messing with both of us? Probably all the above. "We'll take our sexual activities to his bedroom next time if that makes you feel any better." the blond stated, still smirking with satisfaction.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea either, you might kill him without supervision." my best friend grumbled.

"At least it'd be a happy death." I added to myself under my breath… at least I thought I did but Jill's sudden silence and the highly amused smirk Wesker directed at me had me doubting.

"Maybe we should be worried about Wesker brainwashing you because he's clearly gotten to your head." Jill stated hesitantly and I groaned in protest, standing straight and smoothing my hand over my sore neck.

"My head is perfectly unbrainwashed, thanks." it wasn't a lie, he hadn't brainwashed me and he wouldn't be able to even if he tried. But I would be lying if I didn't admit my feelings for him might make me hesitate if it came to actually having to kill him.

"Other head Chris." my best friend said with a sassy edge and I was confused. Only when Wesker actually laughed did I realize the teasing tone she used and what she was implying. I blushed fiercely and stammered for something to say but no intelligible words would come out of my mouth. I knew it… they were teaming up to burn me from the inside out.

"Oh geez look at the time, I should be getting to bed." the words rushed from my mouth even though it was still early for bed. Honestly I just wanted to be safely in my room where I could be alone with not even cameras to bother me. Jill started to say something but I turned on my phone's screen to display the call. "Byyyeee!" I dragged out over her voice before ending the call. I sighed and slouched as if the conversation had been physically exerting and the burden was now gone. Giving me a minute to myself, the blond took it upon himself to make my coffee for me.

"Are you really going to bed already?" he asked as he handed me the white mug and I muttered a quick 'thank you'. I looked up at him before my eyes shifted down to his crotch, part of me thinking he might still be hard and want to pick up where we were interrupted. I wasn't sure whether or not that's what I wanted but it didn't matter anyway, his erection was gone. He chuckled when he saw where my gaze admittedly lingered. "Am I going to bed with you?" his sultry tone had returned to his voice, all smooth and full of suggestion. I blushed and averted my gaze as I inched away from him and out of the kitchen.

"No."

"Dinner?" he asked with an amused smirk at my retreat.

"No." I shook my head, still slowly making my way to my room. I had lost my appetite between the sexual tension and both forms of teasing that bordered on bullying.

"Letter?" he called as I reached my door and opened it only to stop with a groan.

"Yes." I waited for him to go get it from his own room and bring it to me. He held it out to me only to move it away when I reached for it. I gave him an annoyed look but his expression only held expectancy. Somehow knowing what he wanted, I tilted my head up to kiss his lips. It was chaste and quick and I guess it wasn't enough for the superhuman because when I reached for the single sheet of paper again he held it over his head. He was only three inches taller than me but it was enough that I would have to stretch to get it. I wasn't about to give him that satisfaction and it's not like I disliked kissing him- just the opposite. So I held my coffee to the side with one hand while the other grabbed the back of his neck to pull him down to meet my lips. This kiss was deeper though it didn't involve tongues, passionate even though he didn't touch me, soft but still set butterflies free in my stomach. His arm had lowered during the kiss and he didn't move tonight's letter away this time when I grabbed for it once we parted. I looked down at 'Alex' as I prepared to leave now but his voice stopped me.

"Good night pet." he whispered to me and I just stared back at him. A pet name? For me? Did… did I call him something back? What though? I didn't have anything prepared and nothing came right to mind aside from the generic but that seemed too impersonal for the two of us. I wasn't sure how much I liked 'pet' because it implied I was beneath him but considering he was an evil madman with a god complex, I guessed being considered his beloved pet wasn't all that bad. Then I recalled the 'Pet' letter he had given me about a week ago and tried not to blush at the reminder of what accompanied the letter that ended up being the reason I didn't really get to process that one. He'd been secretly thinking of me so fondly for all this time and according to what he said to Claire, he only recently discovered why. I didn't exactly understand what his reason was… but I knew mine.

"Good night captain." I replied with more confidence than I felt. It wasn't a pet name, it was a title- one that he didn't deserve anymore and one that I used to address others within the BSAA and other such ranked organizations. But still… it meant something to me. In the Air Force I had commanding officers and team leaders and I currently operated as either a lone agent or a pair in the BSAA so he's the only captain I've ever had. Though I would never admit it to anyone else, when I imagined the embodiment of a captain, how they looked or behaved… I still pictured the Wesker I knew back in STARS. And I was getting to know him again during the past two weeks since he was standing before me.

Wesker's orange eyes widened in surprise as he seemed to reanalyze me and all I could do was smile sincerely. I wasn't sure what he was thinking I meant by that but I meant it. I turned to step into my room but his hand on my shoulder spun me back to him so his lips could crash into mine almost desperately. I kissed him back, hoping to answer whatever he was seeking from me right now. The gentle look in his eyes when he parted from me told me that regardless if he knew what calling him that meant to me, it meant something to him too even if it wasn't the same meaning. I couldn't take my eyes off of his… I could almost see a dull glow within the orange but there was too much light around us to really tell.

He was always the one to comfort me and I wanted to do that for him this time. I held onto the paper between my fingers and the coffee mug so my now freed hand could caress his face. I leaned upward to kiss his forehead and give him a soft loving grin.

"Go to bed." I said gently and he nodded though we both stood there for another minute until I stepped fully into my bedroom and slowly shut the door between us. When I heard him walk away, I exhaled heavily and tried to calm my racing heart. Something changed.

~...~...~...~

She sought me out after I killed Spencer. She had been keeping tabs on me for some time and decided to reach out. It didn't shock me in the slightest that the old man's last words to me were lies. He told me I was the only survivor of Project W but Alex Wesker was the other. Granted, the virus didn't kill her but it didn't do her any favors either, she developed an incurable illness though I'm admittedly unsure if it was brought on by the virus or if it had come on earlier in her life. I've learned it's not something she likes to discuss, rather she prefers to talk about her future away from it. I would be lying if I claimed to know much about her, we've only met twice now while I could spare the time between working through Jill's recovery. However she claims to view me as a brother as she's followed along with my life since being brought onto the eugenics project while I was still in the Army. I must say it unnerves me to think she knows so much about me while I have no information about who she is. However she genuinely seems to think us equals and has developed some kind of emotional attachment to me. She's ambitious if not driven by her need to escape her inevitable death in her weakened body. I believe if she were to be near my equal in anything, it would be by her intelligence and her ability to manipulate people and situations to better fit her own goals. I'll play along because she's a dangerous woman and perhaps a very useful ally.

Chris I really had to contemplate telling you about Alex because I know your first instinct will be to alert your organization. However I've decided to share this information because much like you believe it wrong to trust me, I'm not pleased with the fact that I've come to fully trust you as well. However I ask that you not share it with anyone else at least for the time being. I've never had any family and I admittedly want to see where this goes for now. So regardless of what you do with this knowledge, I entrust it to you.


HAPPY 25TH BIRTHDAY RESIDENT EVIL!

Fun fact, RE is five days older than me and I've been hardcore into it since I was 11-12. I started with Code Veronica and I fell in love with Wesker and what got me into the series was the obvious history between him and Chris and I wanted to know more. I didn't ship them until later but they were basically my whole reason to get into the rest of the franchise. Not just them obviously though, I fell in love with the whole of it as well. Anyway to celebrate, I kinda rushed to post today as I only just finished this chapter yesterday morning. I'm not sure if I've said this here or not but I'm not posting here anymore after this fic. I'm on AO3 now and this fic is kinda my bridge, my last one here and my first one there. I have another Chrisker fic posted over there that I've been working on and I considered posting the first chapter of another I've had in the works for a long time but decided not to start that one until this one is finished. If you wanna continue following my work you can find me over there under the same name. Anyway if anyone's got any viruses to release upon the world, today would be the day for it and I'll see you all out on the warzone!

Ran a bit longer than planned but that's fine. Very sexual chapter, huh? That honestly wasn't planned, the only sexual scene that was planned was Chris using the toy. I had accidently written the whole kitchen scene into an earlier chapter and was like 'no no you can't go there' so I moved it aside and I can't bring it in later because reasons so here it goes. The morning scene just started with them cuddling and I guess it just felt natural for the make out session to happen and it went a little further than planned but oh well. Part of the reason this chapter took forever to finish as been because it's been a very sexual chapter and I haven't been in the mood for it which is why some of it might seem pretty lazy- I apologize for that but at least it's done now. I also apologize for the pathetic letter, I was just so done with this chapter and wanted it done and when I decided to have it be about Alex, I felt it would be better as a conversation especially since I planned on having them talk about it anyway so I just had Wesker pretty much rather talk about it. It's cheap, I know, sorry.

We're halfway done with the fic! Can you believe it? Sorta... so I sorta ended up basically completely redoing the ending for this because as I've stated before this story was somewhat pulled from the other Chrisker fic I'm working on and I realized that while not directly lining up, the ending was heading in the same path the other one takes and I was like 'hmmm no'. So I changed it... and now I like where it's going... and I kinda wanna do a second part to it but I kinda also don't wanna just because that means more work but that's not a bad thing. So I figured I would leave it up to you guys. By the time this fic reaches its conclusion if you guys decide it's something you want to see more of, let me know and I will be more than happy to continue it. That's assuming I don't make the decision to do it already by then but we'll see. And let me know if you like it as is because I understand that stories have to end and runons can be annoying. If I do continue it I'm not sure if it'll be posted here or just on AO3, I don't know yet but I guess it'll depend on demand. We'll see in time I suppose.