I slouched lower into the mattress as I pulled my blanket over my head, a loud and miserable groan wheezing past my lips. Wesker chuckled over my actions but kept reading. I couldn't believe this was one of the things he was writing to me. God this was embarrassing! He knew! He already said he was aware of my attraction though not my feelings- but he caught me staring back then and knew I was checking him out! I still clearly remember that day and it scared the shit out of me- I thought I was going to get fired!

"Does this not come as good news?" Wesker asked though I still heard the chuckle in his voice over my embarrassment.

"No!" I shouted from my hiding place. "I thought you were mad at me!" I covered my face with my hands even though he couldn't see me from under the blanket anyway. "I was terrified to go into work for a week!" when he started outright laughing I realized this was entirely on purpose to get a reaction out of me. The bastard.

"If I recall correctly," he only said that for dramatic effect because of course he did. "that was a rather peaceful week." I groaned to myself again and tried to ignore his teasing tone. Of course I would look, the guy I was interested in was striping right next to me- how could I not steal a peek… or two… or just stare? And now that I was thinking about this… about Wesker's naked body… about his fantastic dick that I now knew could bring me such amazing pleasure… how could I not stare now too? Having sunken low beneath the blanket from my position where I'd been sitting up next to Wesker, my face was now so close to the blond's groin that it was impossible not to notice. Desire filled me again, it'd been a while since I'd seen it and I found myself almost jealous of his pants for getting to touch him while I wasn't.

He helped me into the shower late last night, offering to get in with me but I turned it down. Walking ignited pain in my spine though I was able to keep it in check so Wesker didn't see it. I just wanted to be clean and I wanted to do it on my own without him worrying over the pain he caused since I thought it was well worth it for what other feelings he caused me. I also didn't want to try to keep any dirty thoughts out of mind with Wesker's wandering hands as he no doubt would have insisted on washing me… and he would intentionally be oh so thorough and it would push my body closer to him. Even with this pain, I still wanted him again. I wanted more of the intense pleasure he delivered that drove me into senselessness. But I knew my body desperately needed to heal before it would be able to take him again. So I showered alone.

But now, after a warm shower and some more sleep, I was feeling better already. So staring at the fabric covering my love interest's very desired cock was driving me crazy. I wanted it and I already knew it was mine for the taking. I was already close to him so it was easy to turn a little to rest my head on Wesker's abdomen as my hand teasingly slid from his knee up to the crotch of his pants. I didn't wait for a reaction as I added some pressure and rubbed my fingers up and down the softened length I felt through the fabric. More light invaded the darkened space under the blanket as Wesker lifted it to be able to see me. I didn't turn to look back at him, choosing to focus on what I was doing instead. One hand held the blanket up while the other… I shivered when I felt his fingertips lightly scratching up my spine before settling into my hair. He hummed in thought before his grip suddenly tightened but before I could react to that he forced my head lower until my mouth and nose pressed into the fabric just over his dick. I could feel him twitch in excitement against my lips and I wanted so badly to remove the barrier between his skin and my waiting mouth.

"I'm sure you weren't in the right state of mind last night to recognize the passage of time," he started with an amused chuckle. "but you lasted quite some time Chris." he rolled his hips, pressing his dick to my lips even more and I couldn't help opening my mouth to him even though all I got for it was the taste of cotton on my tongue. Then I was jerked away from him, my scalp objecting to the harsh treatment though I didn't vocalize the protest. He turned my head so I was looking up at him now, his expression lustful but taunting. "Even so, I drove you to climax nearly twice more before I finished." I gulped at the predatory gaze he was watching me with. "If you choose to start this, are you certain you can finish it without letting me take you?" his voice was only a whisper by the time he was done talking and even though his tone carried condescension I could tell he was purposely enticing me to continue. He wanted my mouth as much as I wanted to give it to him… but he was right. His endurance was as inhuman as the rest of him plus I'd never done this so I wasn't confident I'd be skilled enough to get him off with just my mouth and hands since sex was off the table for today. I wanted to accept the challenge and try anyway but I didn't want to tire myself out and leave him hanging.

"That's not fair Wesker." I whined to him even as I moved my hand away from his groin. I noticed the flicker of disappointment in his eyes that I was making the reasonable choice of not starting this right now but it was gone a moment later to be replaced with a knowing smirk.

"I don't play fair when what I want is at stake." he told me with those predatory eyes flashing at me which was even less fair. We still wanted each other so badly but he'd been far too rough with me that not even playing around was much of an option for me right now… my back should at least be feeling better by tomorrow. That would mean I would get to do more with him even if sex was still going to take a little longer.

"Maybe if you didn't go so hard-"

"I can't help it Chris." he sighed and leaned his head back against the wall. He released me so I carefully sat up again next to him, looking over his face while he closed his eyes and seemed to be thinking. I'd never heard him say something like that, he always had control of everything and kept calm in any situation no matter how dire. "For all the careful control I maintain my life with, I lost it having sex with you." he turned his head to look at me, his half lidded eyes glowing a deep orange as they trailed the span of my bare torso. "I can not express how perfect it feels to be inside of you." his eyes returned to mine and he smiled before reaching up to touch my cheek. "How could I not desire more?" I felt the blood rush into my cheeks but returned his smile, happy over the wholesome way he talked about how he wanted me. I really enjoyed the sexual way he talked about how he wanted me too but this was different, sensual and nice. I raised a hand to his toned chest and leaned my head to rest on his, closing my eyes and slowly breathing in his air.

"I'm happy." was all I said because just that meant so much. It felt like ever since STARS was killed and disbanded, ever since I lost the city that I made my home, since I lost the only person I was sure I was in love with… I've felt like I've been stuck in a never ending loop of war and death. Sure I moved forward, I accomplished a lot and saved the world but every step I took only brought more pain and loss. I wasn't the same man, forever changed by the terrors this world had to offer because it was my job to look into the darkness and hold back the monsters that tried to snuff out the light we fought to protect. You can't spend your life fighting the darkness without it infecting you in some way or another. When was the last time I played a prank on someone? When was the last time I went to the bar just to hang out with friends rather than to try and forget the things I saw? When was the last time I didn't have to worry about being called away for a mission at a moment's notice? When was the last time I did anything just because I wanted to?

Here I didn't have to worry about any of that, and yes, that was kind of extremely off putting because I was so used to being busy but it wasn't bad. I didn't have to worry about having to be called out, I didn't have to think about who else I would lose, I didn't have to think about the terrible things that are probably happening where I couldn't see, and I didn't have to fear what Wesker was getting up to. I've been smiling more here than I have in a long time and though I was afraid of what could come next, that was still some time away. I wanted to continue to enjoy this warmth in my chest and this smile I'd forgotten I had while I could. I didn't have to worry about the fight, the war was outside and I was safe in here… safe with Wesker who made me smile so genuinely. I was happy now, unaware I was so unhappy before.

When I opened my eyes again to look into his, they dimly shone a vibrant yellow and I bit my lip to keep myself steady against the sight of them. Sitting here with me in this calm undisturbed space where the outside didn't matter, where it didn't matter that I was a good guy and he was a bad guy… he was happy too. Wesker was happy to be with me.

"Would you-"

"Shhh." I whispered in the small space between our mouths to quiet whatever he was going to say. This was too precious of a moment to let words ruin. But of course that only irritated him, I could tell by the darkening of the yellow hue in Wesker's eyes but he at least listened and let me cherish the moment. I was satisfied with it by the time his eyes returned to their idle orange shade when he was around me. Unfortunately when they went yellow, they didn't stay that way long but I guess that helped to keep the times they did more special. I moved my head away from his to let him know I was finished so he slid away from me and off the bed before I could object to him leaving me.

"I'm not sure about you but I'm hungry." he stated with a smirk, an intentional recollection of all the times I used food as an excuse to get away from him. I rolled my eyes at him before he slipped from my room, my glaze quickly shifting to roam over his still bare torso as he went. Even after showering and changing his clothes, he hadn't worn a shirt since we had sex and I liked it. I hadn't either, I've just been in bed anyway and I liked Wesker's wandering touch on my skin as he laid with me. I let myself slowly fall sideways so I was laying over where the blond was just sitting, enjoying the warmth that lingered from his body. I lay there for a while before I got up, it had been some time since I was last on my feet and I was feeling restless without Wesker in here with me.

Standing wasn't any more straining on me than sitting which was good progress… maybe then- stop, Chris, stop. We just had sex for our first time, we didn't need to do it again so soon. If I pushed it we would only have to wait again. I put on a fresh shirt and prodded at some of the visible marks that I knew the fabric wouldn't hide. Not much point to that anyway, the cameras already saw most of them… the ones not too intimate to show anyway. Stepping out of my room, I smelled meat cooking and felt my stomach rumble in hunger. Wesker's eyes scanned me for a moment from the corner of his eye as I approached before he set down the spatula in his hand. I was about to ask what he was cooking when he turned to me, gripping the bottom hem of my shirt and quickly lifting it over my head.

"Wha- hey- Wesker!" I tried to object and get my arms down in order to keep my shirt on but he already had them up and he was faster than I was. He held my shirt in one hand and smirked down at me though his eyes went back to exploring my now exposed torso, verifying the existence of each mark he left on me- again. You'd think he'd have looked enough… though I guess I still checked him out whenever I could so I didn't really have room to talk. I made a grab for my shirt but he moved it away before I could get my fingers around it. I scowled at him as he held it above his head, his gaze daring me to make another attempt. "You know I could just go get another one, right?"

"I would strip that one off of you as well." Wesker shot back with a challenging tone that made me genuinely wonder if he would destroy my clothes to keep me from wearing them. Still holding my stolen shirt above his head, he used his other to gently grip my side and urge me closer to him. I tried to make another quick grab for it now that I was closer though the sudden movement hurt a bit and I still didn't get it- and Wesker laughed at me. I huffed and glowered at him some more before slowly forcing a nice smile onto my lips and leaning in to kiss him. Confident in his ability to keep me from getting to my shirt, he allowed his eyes to close as I got close enough but I didn't kiss him. I punched him hard in the side, my fist making unguarded contact with his ribs. I was rewarded when he grunted in pain and cringed, leaning forward just enough for me to snatch my shirt from him.

"That is why I did this." I said with a proud grin as I motioned briefly to my body before quickly putting my shirt back on so he couldn't take it away again. I was extremely proud that I could hurt him, I mean it was still nowhere near the reaction I would have gotten from a normal person but it was something. Wesker glared at me now, his fingers tight on my side as he dragged me flush up against him… the smirk he wore was dangerous and challenging… and so attractive. I shivered at the sight of those predatory glowing orange eyes set on me like he wanted nothing more than to devour me right then and there.

My body heated up and we both moved at the same time, our lips crashing together as my arms wrapped around his bare back. His tongue attacked everything it could reach in my mouth and I swore he was trying to suffocate me with how deep he was trying to get. Suddenly my feet were off the ground as Wesker lifted me onto the counter, his chest remaining pressed to mine. Being set down kind of aggressively irritated the large bruises covering my lower body but I paid them no mind, caring only about keeping Wesker's mouth on mine. He let me keep my shirt though his hands traveled under it to touch my skin, one hand raising to play with one of my nipples. I tried to pull out of the kiss to take a breath since I felt like I wasn't getting enough air through my nose and my head was spinning but Wesker wouldn't let me go, keeping my mouth on his with a firm hand at the back of my head. After a moment of struggling with him, I finally got my hand on his chin and forced his face from mine. I sat there gasping for a second while glaring at him for intentionally not letting me breathe and he just smirked back at me knowingly.

"What was that for?" I questioned when I was done sucking in air.

"I'm not allowed to choke you." he stated as if that explained everything and somehow it did. Since he couldn't do that while the cameras were watching us, he was finding another way to deprive me of air since he knew I liked it. But I didn't like that, it wasn't the lack of air that turned me on, it was his touch- the feeling of his hand carefully compressing my airway just enough to put my body on alert and heighten the other sensations he gave me. I blushed as I came to the realization that I really wanted him to do that to me again. But it rightly freaked everyone else out and there was no way I was going to try to justify my reasoning for enjoying the hurt Wesker put on me. I wasn't about to even think of trying to explain it to anyone. I'd just have to get him to do it later while the cameras were off. "You're blushing." the blond asshole pointed out with that predatory grin. I didn't answer, just turned my head away from him then he licked my cheek as if he could taste the blood that rushed under the skin. "Do you want me to choke you?" his smooth voice nearly purred so close to my ear now. I shivered as his hot breath rolled over me but still didn't answer so he pinched my nipple hard enough to make me flinch.

"Yes." I finally responded to get him to stop though honestly I wouldn't have been opposed to the rough treatment continuing. His lips found mine again and I didn't fight him this time since it wasn't so aggressive that I couldn't breathe properly. His hand left the inside of my shirt and traveled up my body just as the hand on the back of my head moved down to meet it at my throat. His fingers traced the lines in my skin for a moment before circling around my neck, applying light pressure to both sides to avoid actually hurting me by pressing into the front of my throat. It was enough to get me excited, my dick was already hardening in anticipation, but it wasn't enough to get my body working into overdrive and it was gone too soon. His hands moved up to my face, cupping my still warm cheeks as he continued to kiss me. Then he broke the kiss to rest his forehead to mine with a smile on his lips.

"Later." he promised though his voice had lost the lustful tone, now it was playful and mischievous. I groaned in longing, unable to communicate how much I wanted more of him right now. He tilted his head to capture my lips again in a chaste kiss before he turned away from me, returning his attention to the food he had been making that I completely forgot about. I'm sure I've stated that I'm not usually a jealous person… but I really hated that food right now and I couldn't wait to eat it so it wouldn't exist anymore.

… … …

It was as I was eating dinner later on that Jill texted me. Wesker and I had spent a good portion of the day with him reading aloud to me as I tried again to figure out the handheld puzzle games. Now we were both sitting at the table, I was eating and scrolling through the news for anything interesting and Wesker was going through the last of his textbooks. He could have done that at his desk or on the couch but he was sitting here with me instead and I enjoyed the reminder that he preferred to spend his time with me even if we weren't directly interacting right now. I checked the time on my phone since my watch had been removed at some point yesterday and I didn't even know where it was now, to see that she was just starting her shift. I waved in greeting at a camera, at my best friend, before responding to her message.

Jill: Okay I've been facing questions about you two and since you've been so obvious about things I'm guessing it's fine for it to be public knowledge so I've been trying to settle any fires
Chris: I appreciate you
Jill: Kiss my ass after things settle down and then you owe me
Jill: I don't know why no one is bothering you about it
Jill: Not like you're doing anything else in there
Jill: Except Wesker

I blushed fiercely at my best friend's direct accusation and covered my face with one hand though I kept two of my fingers spread so I could see through them to my phone. I noticed Wesker smirking knowingly at me, probably accurately guessing the subject that had come up.

"Shut up." I told him sourly and he took a forkful of my food to show that he wasn't going to say anything though that damn smug smirk never left his face.

Chris: What do you want me to do about it
Jill: Answer a question I couldn't be sure of
Chris: Okay
Jill: Is Wesker contagious

The question took me aback and my mind spun with questions of my own… and then realization and worry set in. But I denied it. He couldn't be- I was fine.

"Chris?"

Chris: Of course not
Jill: Have you asked

No, I hadn't. It never even crossed my mind and it's not like Wesker brought it up either- he was smart and would've considered that before doing anything with me… right? Wesker was infected with an unknown prototype virus that was given to the top thirteen candidates of Project W and it had horrifically killed all but two. Was it contagious? If it was, something would have already happened to me though, right? I dropped my phone onto the table and folded my arms as I stared down at it in thought.

"Chris?" we had kissed and made out long before we had sex so if the virus was going to jump to me and do something, it would have had plenty of time to react to my body… or force my body to react to it. The thought was a horrible one I didn't want to entertain. "Chris." Wesker's hand turning my head so I would look at him drew my attention to his demanding tone as he called my name. His eyes were a concerned muddy orange though his eyebrows were turned down as if he were angry, if he was wearing his sunglasses I would have thought he was glaring at me. Those glasses really did hide his all too expressive eyes so no one could tell how he was feeling.

"Are you contagious?" I asked hardly, my tone boarding on accusatory. He watched me for a moment, putting together the pieces of my reaction and sudden mood change. He released me so he could lean back in his chair as he folded his arms, his head tilting up to the ceiling. Him needing to think about it made me nervous.

"Good question." he stated before sitting up again as his gaze shifted back to the textbook in front of him. A full ten seconds of stunned silence passed me by as I waited for more from him but his eyes just scanned the page as he read.

"That's it?" I demanded, my voice louder than I thought it should have been in the tense silence and Wesker's orange eyes slid over to me again.

"It's not as if I've ever tested it nor have I been close enough to anyone to have casually found out if the virus is communicable or not." he explained without worry and that pissed me off more.

"Why didn't you think about this before we had sex?"

"You're not infected Chris." he spoke with such an endearing tone that it threw me off. It was then that I realized I'd failed to notice the shift in his expression. His head was tilted slightly to the side and one eyebrow was raised as if to question how I could be so dumb though the small smile he wore spoke of a fondness that suggested he wouldn't have me any other way. He did think about it. Of course he did, this was Albert Wesker we were talking about. Which meant he was messing with me. I let out a long exhale as I settled myself down, leaning back in my chair from the stiff posture I had taken in my worry.

"You're an asshole." I informed him with the utmost sincerity but it only made his smile grow. "How do you know if you've never tested it?"

"Similar to other viruses of this type, it would be transmitted via bodily fluids such as how a zombie's bite creates an open wound for the saliva which carries the T-virus to enter the victim's bloodstream and infect them. If you were to become infected, it would have happened the first time we kissed." he explained and I listened. "From what Alex told me happened to the others, the virus we injected is very aggressive and very selective so if it was communicable your body would have reacted to it immediately and very violently. Just like the other Project W candidates, you would be dead by now, one way or another." I nodded along with his words now, understanding what he was telling me and it was as I originally thought.

"One way or another, huh?" I questioned though I knew what he meant. Either the virus would have killed me or Wesker would have killed me if I mutated. I wasn't mad about that, I was glad. It was the only thing to do at that point and I'm glad he would put me out of my misery rather than keep me around to continue existing as some kind of monster. But still… I was still grumpy over him messing with me. He didn't respond to the bait, even seemed amused by it.

"You kissed me Chris." he reminded me and I crossed my arms over my chest defensively. "I wasn't expecting to ever get this far with you. The mere thought of being sexual with you hadn't occurred to me until after we were in here for some time and we began to get closer." I blushed at the implication that Wesker realized his emotional desire for me before he felt sexual desire for me. It was almost sweet, it made me smile and forgive him for letting me briefly think I might have been infected with his virus. Now content, I picked my phone back up.

Chris: He's not
Chris: Everything's fine

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Everything was going just as I'd planned. Jill was locked up, Barry was keeping watch over her, Brad was still refusing to return for the team, Chris was on his way to this lab, and everyone else was dead. Well, nearly everyone. That irritatingly persistent Bravo member rookie was with my pointman, her presence may ruin the encounter I wanted with the man I chose to witness my death. It wasn't of consequence however, she would be easy enough to deal with once they arrived. I checked the camera again, noticing they were almost here but I still wasn't quite done with the data transfer. I couldn't speed up the process and I couldn't really stall Chris's arrival… I would have to leave it to run on its own and hope no damage came to the console while I was unconscious. Even having come to that conclusion, I was still frustrated when I heard the mechanical door to the lab slide open to allow jogging footsteps nearer to me. My time was up.

"Wesker!" Chris's voice called to me though I couldn't give him my full attention just yet, I only needed to stall long enough to set the rest of the data to download on its own.

"So you've come." I stated conversationally. "Chris you make me proud, of course you are one of my men." I spoke truthfully, he always did impress me and I had no doubt that he would survive to make it this far- he even saved two Bravo team members, even if one fell later anyway.

"Thanks." he scoffed sarcastically and while it was a tone I had heard before, it pissed me off to hear it now in this context. With the transfer running independently now, I was free to turn my gun on my ungrateful subordinate. I noticed Rebecca flinch at my turn but of course Chris didn't, he was trained better than to flinch just from having a gun pointed at him. In fact, he almost seemed to expect this. Curious, I was sure he would have found some traces of me in all this but I wonder how much information he managed to find since Barry was supposed to be destroying everything linking to me. "Since when Wesker?" he asked me with a lonely tone. I smirked at him, a dangerous sight I'm sure but I can't deny I was having fun finally getting to expose myself to him.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about." I teased and enjoyed the way his face hardened again in anger, an expression I'd only seen him train on suspects.

"Since when have they been slipping you a paycheck?" my pointman shouted. Did he believe this was all just about money? Did he not know how far back my history with Umbrella went? Perhaps he hadn't found as much as I thought… then why was he looking at me with the level of intensity as he was?

"I think you're a bit confused." I informed him as I finally stepped away from the console to get closer to Chris, keeping my gun in his face though he still didn't seem afraid. Good, I was proud he was keeping his head even when faced with his trusted captain's betrayal. "I've always been with Umbrella. STARS were Umbrella's, no…" I refused to give the credit of what STARS had become to the sinking ship that was Umbrella. STARS may have been Umbrella funded but it was my hand that shaped them. "rather, my little piggies." Chris scowled at the implication that they were nothing but mere playthings to me. "The Tyrant Virus leaked, polluting this whole place and unfortunately I had to give up my lovely members of STARS." at my words, his glare filled with more hurt as a bit more of the depth of my betrayal was revealed to him. Of course he didn't understand the sincerity of my words either. I put a great deal of time and effort into STARS, I took pride in our work and in each member I built up to be the best, enough so that I had even gone out of my way to give them a chance of survival. But Chris didn't understand that I hadn't wanted this outcome either. That was rather the point, no one was to know anything. And he never would understand, if I was to remain 'dead' it was for the best if Chris believed I was just some traitor that had it coming. I needed them to accept my death in order to disappear from the minds of all.

A moment later Chris's pain turned to rage as he put more of the pieces together, learning that I had knowingly brought them here to die. He raised an arm to thrust an accusing finger at me, his hand awfully close to my handgun so I prepared myself for the possibility of him trying to attack.

"You… killed them- with your own dirty hands! You son of a bitch!" he yelled at me, his glare filled with a venom I hadn't yet seen from him. Rebecca spoke up out of disbelief but I ignored her, in fact it was a reminder that she was even there and now ruining this moment. She didn't know me, there was no deep emotional betrayal as far as she was concerned. If I wanted any extras in this scene I took time to so elaborately set up, I would have kept either Jill or Barry around. She was in the way although perhaps she could be of some use.

"Oh yes, dear." I replied to my pointman's harsh accusation, leaving no doubt that I was in fact the monster he now saw me as. Maybe witnessing my death could even bring him some closure of sorts. "Just like this." I continued just before I turned the gun to the rookie and pulled the trigger though I never took my gaze away from Chris's face, I wanted to see every moment of his reaction. The gunshot was loud in the underground lab and the girl went down without so much as a scream, I wasn't sure where I hit her but it must have made her death quick. That was good at least, I wouldn't want her slowly bleeding out and dragging her unwanted time here on longer than it already had.

"Rebecca!" the brunet exclaimed as he turned to help her but I trained my weapon on him once again as I called to him.

"Don't move!" I ordered sharply and he obeyed like a good dog, freezing in place as he now understood that I wouldn't hesitate to shoot him as well. I wouldn't hurt him of course, that wasn't a part of the plan. He had quite the fight ahead of him and I expected him to pull through to share the news of my 'untimely demise'. He stared down at his fallen comrade for a long moment, reeling from the shock of actually witnessing the depths of my treachery. She was dead now so he didn't need to waste any more time with her, not yet, not while I was still breathing. Against the mental preparations I'd been building up for this… my chest felt tight as I knew the time was drawing near. I'd never imagined I would ever be committing suicide even knowing I would be brought back stronger and better. Deep ocean blue eyes set onto me with an ill intended intensity that I found… quite thrilling. Who knew Chris's hatred could be this fun? Although I wondered as to the reason his eyes were glossy with unfallen tears. I'd seen him under all manners of duress and so few times had I ever witnessed him cry even when things were at their worst, especially not while he was still in the fire. If he were to break down it would only be after this was all over and he was left to think back on all that had happened. So why was he near that point now while facing off against me? He hadn't met Rebecca until this night so it wasn't her death, I'd watched him in the face of death before and his composure never cracked like this so it had to be me. This betrayal ran so deeply I was making those steel nerves of his quiver- outstanding!

"You…" he started but couldn't bring himself to finish whatever it was he was going to say. His lip trembled and he bit down on it to steady himself though his arms shook with the tension of his tightly balled fists. His voice never wavered though, strong and full of an unbridled rage though he stood helpless to do much of anything at the moment. If I had ever gotten a hint of how amusing this could have been… well, I wasn't regretting this turn of events as much now. I may have lost STARS but it was worth it for the feeling of raw adrenaline that Chris's loathing gave to me. I wanted to make him hate me more, unfortunately I was out of time. Perhaps when we inevitably meet again we could play some more.

"I don't think you want to die just yet." I said with a vague gesture towards the corpse of his coworker. "I have something that's of some interest to you." I took two slow steps back to the console, keeping my focus on Chris in case he tried anything in the brief moment I wasn't watching him as my eyes flicked to the keyboard to ensure I pressed the correct keys. Still without looking away from my favorite member of STARS, I made a point of turning my head to appear as though I was looking over my shoulder toward the large tank that housed our greatest BOW to date. I watched Chris's expression go from hatred to a satisfying blend of shock, disbelief, and fear as he took in the tyrant's majesty. I wanted to pry into his head to understand what was running through it right now as he gazed upon the dangerous creature he would soon have to fight against.

When the first sound of the liquid it was suspended in draining reached my ears, my body tensed though I forced control back over it to seem as though I was ignorant to what was about to happen. I didn't want to look away from Chris, I wanted to focus on him. I was enjoying the whirlwind of emotions he was undergoing- that I put him through. Toying with him has always been entertaining in some form or another but this was something else and I wanted more of it. I didn't want to face what I was about to go through but it was necessary. Whatever Chris did now was of no consequence to me, it would be done soon. I slowly lowered my weapon as I turned now to look over Tyrant again. My eyes had constantly traveled to the beast as I was completing my other tasks, I couldn't seem to get it out of my head even though I wanted to. I couldn't fully grasp what I was feeling as I watched the fluids drain until Tyrant was standing on its own two feet. I wasn't afraid… I would never admit to being afraid. It was a pointless thing to feel because I would be reborn.

"The ultimate lifeform, Tyrant." I introduced even as the beating of its exposed heart echoed in my ears. I wondered if I would feel my own heart stop, if it would be messy, if it would be quick, how much I would suffer for this evolution, and what my last thoughts as a mere human might be. Then Christopher Redfield dared to laugh. I turned back to glare at the man that stood behind me and made a mockery of this work of beauty. For his sake he better have a look of sheer horror on his face. He did not, however… curiously he seemed dejected in some way, his expression a cross between sorrow and acceptance. He muttered something under his breath that I didn't quite catch though I believe he called himself a fool. I didn't understand the despair in his eyes even as he wore a slight smile of pity, his gaze coming off of the monstrous form of Tyrant to rest directly on me.

"Wesker you've become senile." his voice was low and accepting of some unknown fact he was coming to terms with. I wasn't sure I liked this new look on him, it was unfamiliar. I had wanted to spend what little time I had left telling him a little of the work that went into Tyrant but not after that. I would offer no insight to the BOW due to his mocking outburst.

"Chris you'll never understand." I told him with a regretful sigh as I carefully moved to stand directly in front of the tank. For some reason I was feeling a little disappointed now… because I wanted him to understand… but it was too late. "It's magnificent." I tilted my head up, refusing to look away from my own death as I spread my arms wide to display what I helped to create. I saw the twitch in its massive clawed arm as it was getting its body to respond to it's commands after waking up. Then its arm reared back and for a moment the world froze as my impending death descended. My body did tense now and fear flooded my veins but I kept my body still, arms out of the way to prevent them from blocking any incoming damage. It would be better to heighten the likelihood of Tyrant hitting vital organs to kill me more efficiently. With any luck it'd be quick. My widened eyes followed the movement of the claws as they pierced through the reinforced glass of the tank… and then through my abdomen.

"Wesker!" Chris screamed my name as my body was lifted into the air, gravity forcing me farther onto the tyrant's arm. Blood spilled from the hole that had been made in my torso, more traveled up my throat until I was coughing it up onto myself. I wasn't sure if I screamed but it was so painful. Nothing I had speculated even came close to what I was experiencing. I was still aware as my body was flung aside, my flesh tearing apart from the foreign object I was impaled on. Discarded and written off as dead but I wasn't quite gone yet. I wasn't sure how much more I had to endure but I internally pleaded for it to end. If this was the pain I had to undergo in death and healing was a painful process… what would I feel as the virus I injected minutes before Chris's arrival mended my body and brought me back? I felt the creeping sensation of darkness in what remained of my vision, I felt the stiff joints of fingers reaching for me as death tried to claim me. But I wouldn't go, I didn't have to go… I didn't want to go. This would not be a true death for I would be reborn. I wasn't afraid. Chris was still here with me, he bore witness to my death… I thought I had chosen him simply because he was my favorite but knowing it was him here in my final moments was oddly something of a comfort.

As my brain finally shut down and my body died, I found I had a final request for fate. A dying wish, as it were.

I truly do wish for Chris to survive this night… I want to see him again.


If you wanna consider this an Xmas present, go for it. I don't really do the whole holiday thing (kinda have to for the kids but meh) and I just happened to get the chapter finished yesterday and I wanted to post then but didn't get around to editing until tonight. I considered holding onto it until after the 25th but I'm not very good at holding onto completed chapters. The fact I haven't already started posting the big Chrisker fic I'm working on is solely due to the fact I've considered the timeline still under construction since I've been adding bits and pieces for future set up even in what's already done, so it's not quite ready for post just in case I feel like there's more to add. Anyway, yeah, post today.

I liked doing this chapter, now that their first time is out of the way I think things feel more comfortable between them. I mean they were already getting pretty cozy but now that the sexual tension is out of the way, I think they'll be able to be more settled in their relationship moving forward. Also, Wesker losing his cool because fucking Chris felt so good, I wrote it so it wasn't surprising but I still love it. And holy fuck can we stop to cry over the feels in that letter? I didn't mean to do that much, okay I did, but fuck. I wanted to go through that last encounter between them in the Arklay Mansion as it happens in the first game since in the upcoming fic the events are altered. Wesker being scared to die even though he knows it won't be a true death because he'll come back and he's denying it- mmm! I don't care how ready for death you are, there's still fear involved (I would know). And making Chris be there in his last moments to unknowingly make himself feel more at ease with it- MMM! Fuck sometimes I make myself freak out over my own stories! Is that arrogant or egotistical? I don't know. AND THEN CHRIS! Knowing what we know about how Chris felt/feels for Wesker, even if Wesker didn't understand why Chris was breaking inside- we do! His steady descent into despair as he comes to terms with Wesker being the bad guy and then realizing he was too far from his reach and then accepting that he was a fool for believing that this had to be some kind of bad dream or that the situation could be fixed! AHHH! Go back and reread Day 16 (chapter 19), I did and it broke my heart. I hate myself and I love it. I can't say we'll get directly into Chris's head as he was coming to terms with Wesker's betrayal since we'll go into depth with that in the other fic- but they will talk about it next chapter, I promise.

Moving on, I'm proud to announce that Nikki (artist friend of mine) and I have been collaborating on pictures and comics and to get used to doing something bigger we're doing Imprisonment! It'll be cut down quite a bit (I'm still working through that aspect), for instance Wesker's letters won't be included (I might keep them in as a thing that happens but we won't directly go through them). We've been hitting snags along the way, the biggest one being the style. Nikki's not a fan of horror, he likes cute things and prefers to draw more of a chibi-ish style. We started this with a serious look to it and I think what's gotten done looks great but Nikki isn't having fun drawing it which is a problem because what's the point if you're not enjoying the work you do? (He's complaining mostly about the faces, says it's harder to be expressive with them and also neither of us is used to drawing our big muscle boy Chris and also also fuck his hair.) So I gave him the go ahead to stick to his usual style- which still looks awesome, and I left it up to him if he wants to redo the panels he's already done to match or finish what we already have sketched out in the style we were trying (he's torn because he likes what he's already done and doesn't want to 'waste' it but he doesn't want to continue with the style either and we're both in agreeance that we can't drastically switch style between panels). The style change will just mean things aren't as serious, Chris won't be his huge muscle man self, I think they end up looking really young in this style but meh not a big deal, and things may come off a little more comedic at times. I don't really mind and he was kinda in the mood of fuck you guys if you did so... there's that. If you look at my current profile picture, that was done by Nikki and that's his usual style so it'll still look great. Anyway we're posting on my old DeviantArt account so I'll link it if you wanna check it out. We've gotten some stuff up and such, the only thing we have up for the Imprisonment comic so far is the cover (which I'm now also using as the cover for the story on this site as well) and it's adorable. I'll keep you guys updated when we start getting parts out.

(This site doesn't let me actually link things and I'm too lazy to figure out how to space it out so if you search for dysfunctionalserenty on DeviantArt you'll find us.)

PS- Still open to suggestions for the remaining ten days of their imprisonment together, I've gotten a couple good ones and have found places for all of them, credit to the commenter will be in the end notes.