A/N: welcome back to this little story. I feel retarded, my imagination sucks.
So if you have some ideas, you can give me some, I'd be glad to find a way to put it in this fic,
I mean... WEIRD SITUATIONS between those two love birds.
Once again, I did try hard to make it as understandable as I could. Have a nice read!

Update: I got a bad review because of a sentence.
This sentence actually: "Art is nothing more than a hobby. Why would it be useful? He sneered at how stupid the thought was "
It was said by Wesker, not me...whatevah~!

RantYou find it insulting? GREAT, because that is how Wesker is in my book. He may like Classical music but he doesn't like Visual art.
Sorry if you don't like it. It is MY story, you can give me suggestions but you will not tell me: I stopped reading it after that sentence, HOW INSULTING!?.
I say you didn't want to give the story a chance. /Rant
By the way, I was taking art classes in college. I never said I didn't like it, in fact I love it. But it wasn't my road so I quit it.
But I guess I mentioned it in Chapter three. Forgive me for this, but I felt compelled to give my two cent on this matter.

Disclaimer: I dot not own Resident evil.

Four days quickly passed by and Chris went to his car. He quickly drove to the Raccoon City Hospital where Wesker was residing for the past few days. Getting out his car, he darted into the hospital and marched towards Wesker's room. As soon as he arrived in front of the captain's room, he knocked and entered when he heard from a familiar voice, "come in."

"I have arrived boss, how are you feeling?" Chris asked while walking casually towards his captain, who smiled at him while turning his body to face him. Reaching the edge of the bed, the still wounded captain got up and walked towards Chris, but he then suddenly lost his balance and tripped, emitting a cute sound. The young man had excellent reflexes since he caught Wesker just in time, holding him tightly against him. "You have to be a bit more careful, Sir." Did the boss seriously let out an "eeekkk"...Damn...that was cute...Chris bit his lower lip, hoping his boss hadn't seen him.

I didn't really let a sound get out my mouth...did I? The man was embarrassed; and Wesker sensed concern in Chris's voice which made his heart skip a beat. What...what is this feeling I just felt...Albert was impressed by the fact that Chris was slowly growing on him. Something no one was actually able to do too easily, of course.

Then a nurse came in, after hearing "eeekkk" and asked if everything was okay. Both men nodded quickly. Chris, who was really close to Wesker, blushed a little bit. He helped his boss sit on a nearby chair and then he left the room, leaning on the wall near the door while waiting outside. He stayed nearby so he could hear what the nurse was going to talk about with his captain. The brunet became somewhat protective towards his boss and wanted to keep an eye on him. The nurse was telling his captain that she would like to pass some general tests before releasing him as a precaution.

After five minutes or so, the nurse said, "You are still recovering from your wound, but your energy levels are looking very good. Do understand that after four days of inactivity, your muscles will be stiff." She looked towards the door and spotted Chris and smirked at him. "Since you have a friend here, please ask for his assistance to move you around at least for an hour or two or until you feel like you have enough strength to walk by yourself."

The nurse winked and gave Wesker a satisfied grin and finished her speech. "Mister Albert Wesker, you have the hospital's permission to leave. Take good care of yourself." She then left the room and upon seeing Chris, she gave him a kind smile and then went to her next destination.

Chris was clearly unnerved and jumpy. Why did she smile like that? That smile...it almost feels like she saw something between...Me and...Oh my god...Wesker!?

Then he recalled the events that happened four days prior. Ever since that day, when the sun rays licked Wesker's beautiful and angelical face, Chris felt like his heart was beating way too fast. After his daily shift, he would pass by the hospital to assist Wesker in any way possible.

At times it would be awkward and he would feel uneasy because he would be too aware of his boss's beauty and he was having a hard time coping. He would stare at his boss unconsciously which made Wesker ask if he had something on his face or he would be told that it was rude to stare. Whenever he was near his captain, he would blush and feel his heart rate skyrocket itself throughout the roof.

Chris didn't do anything special while assisting Wesker. He helped Wesker by feeding him, making sure he had enough fluids, and he would fetch things for him. Chris also brought him random stuff like hair gel, a comb, a toothbrush and his reports from work. Of course he gave Chris cash to buy the grooming articles and anything else he needed. While being there for those three days, they chatted about pretty much anything and they somehow became closer, not really friends, but more than just acquaintances.

This is too weird; I don't understand what is happening to me. Wesker makes me too self-conscious! Four days ago I was enjoying a pair of boobs that were squashed on my back, what is it that made this change? Do I like him? But...but...He's my BOSS! Snap out of it Young man! I mean…THIS IS SO CONFUSING! Chris was trying to make sense of all the feelings and thoughts that were floating in his mind. He tried to organize them, but it was no easy feat. He had feelings like admiration and care that were there, but some of the other feelings he had, such as attraction, he couldn't put his finger on them.

He was so distracted that he didn't notice that Wesker got really close and was now right next him. Hmm...I wonder, he hasn't stopped being in thought lately. The boy must be confused about something. Do I really affect him so? I also thought he was the alpha macho type, but he seems to be a thinker. Well, no point standing here all day. I am hungry and I want to leave. Wesker dismissed his thoughts for a while.

He was inwardly laughing at the prank he was going to pull on Chris. "Chris!" Chris let out a loud yell in response and Wesker laughed at his subordinate's jump. "Good grief boss, that isn't funny!" Chris let out a sigh and stared at his captain, trying to be angry but couldn't. The captain seemed so happy, he just grinned in disbelief. "Are you going to be okay? Do you need support to walk?" He observed his boss, who was still staggering a little bit as he placed his shades back into place.

Maybe I should let him be independent? But then again, he did almost trip ten minutes ago; I don't want him to hurt himself. Why should I wait for a reply? Chris didn't wait for a reply; he just couldn't bear seeing his captain get hurt. Chris wanted to prevent that from ever happening again. If I have to die for this man, I will gladly give my own life.

The younger S.T.A.R.S. member took one of Wesker's arms and wrapped it around his neck, letting the blond man's arm hang on his broad shoulder and brought one of his own arms around Wesker's waist, moving him closer. Their bodies touched, making both men lightly blush. Geez, this is kind of embarrassing, being so close to a man. Chris is also feeling the same, but I have to say, the little pink that went across his face is very cute.

They walked slowly, making it outside the hospital and finding their way to Christopher's car. Once there, Chris unlocked the passenger door and opened it. Then he helped Wesker sit in the seat. The older man was closing his door while Chris was approaching the driver's door. He swiftly got inside his car and took a peek at his leader. "So, where are we headed, Captain?" Chris spoke, worry crept into his youthful face as he turned his head toward Wesker, who was clutching his bullet wound. "Boss, are you okay?" Chris asked concerned.

"I am fine Christopher; the pain will subside in a little while. How about we go eat something? I am actually quite famished." Wesker rubbed the wound lightly, trying to calm the sensible spot that ached.

Chris watched him in silence. Maybe, he should stay here a little more, but he did want to leave, yet he seems to be in a lot of pain. The brunet inwardly thought of the best solution for his captain when he noticed he was being spied upon. "Christopher, what's wrong?" Wesker asked as he stared at him, one brow arched.

Chris shook his head and responded, "I am fine, Sir!" Chris smiled and started his car to start driving out the hospital's grounds. He didn't like them so much since it reminded of his parents who died when he was younger. I wonder how Claire is doing. She was in college or was it university?

Wesker was curious to know what was on the brunet's mind. "What are you thinking about?" he casually asked. Chris turned his face to look at the man sitting beside him and said, "I was just wondering about my sister." Wesker blinked his eyes, his interest piqued. "You have a sibling? What's her name?" the captain asked.

Chris stared back to road ahead of him, making his way to Raccoon's downtown district. "Her name is Claire. She's a bright girl and she is in university or...college...I don't remember. But she's studying and that what counts. She's away from Raccoon city though. Also, she is into art and literature. When we see one another, she has fun giving me Art-101 crash courses since she feels that kind of knowledge will end up being handy," Chris stated.

Wesker wondered what he meant. "Is it really useful knowledge, knowing what colors represent?" Wesker did not have a high opinion of taking such classes. Art is nothing more than a hobby. Why would it be useful? He sneered at how stupid the thought was, but the girl seemed amusing. I'd like to meet her.

"I still am a bit confused since I don't always understand what she means. One day, she explained it to me. She said that colors can tell a lot about people, lifestyle, types of thought, etc. You can tell and transmit so many things to others by mixing some hues. I don't remember the rest. Anyway, she loves being creative. She is caring, loyal, and smart. My little sister is like my little angel, she's perfect." Chris smiled and carried on, "but don't let her looks and attitude deceive you, she is quite rebellious, a lot worse than me," Chris finished off.

"Worse than you? You are jesting, right!? She seems interesting and I would love to be acquainted with her," Wesker commented. "We are almost at the restaurant, turn right on Pins Street, then at Harley avenue, turn right again and we will be there." Skillfully directing Chris to the restaurant, they were going to enter an underground parking lot of a large building.

The valet saw Wesker and smiled, "Mister Wesker, it has been weeks! Please go through, Sirs." He got out of the way and the impressed Chris drove in and parked.

Chris opened his door, stepped out of his car and went to the passenger's door. The captain opened it and Chris gave Wesker a hand, helping him getting up and supported him until they arrived at an elevator. They stepped inside it, then Wesker pressed on the 3rd button.

As the doors were closing, Wesker leaned against Chris, who was blushing at the sudden weight he was feeling on him. He must be really tired, until now I was supporting him. After three minutes they heard a chime sound. He got back on his feet and directed Chris, who was still supporting him, towards his booth. Chris was in awe. The man must be loaded! I might as well let myself be spoiled. I never took an elevator to get a table. Wow!

The head waiter of the V.I.P. booths immediately spotted them and said, "Ah Sir Wesker! It has been ages since you were here. Your booth is ready as always for you." Wesker was delighted and said, "Thank you. I'll be headed there then."

After three minutes of elevator ride and a tiny stroll, they made it to the closed booth. As they entered the booth, the waiter came in four minutes after and asked, "The usual?" He asked looking at Wesker. "Yes, the usual." The blond replied, smiling while looking at Chris. Well, he seems happy to be here. My task seems to be a lot easier than I thought.

Both men sat down and the waiter left, closing the door to the booth to give them privacy. "How come you have so much cash, captain? Can't only be the R.P.D.?" Chris couldn't stop himself from asking him. Curiosity killed the cat. Oh well. The young man shrugged the thought off.

The light haired man answered without hesitating, "Well, I come from a wealthy clan, the Wesker Clan, and I guess the city pays me well. I do a little more than just being the S.T.A.R.S. captain." Chris made a sound with his mouth indicating he understood. Well I can't hate him now. Even if he was an asshole at first, he's paying for good food! I hope he gets steak! Four days ago we were always up at each other's throat and now here I am, eating lunch with him.

Wesker observed him, smiling as he announced what they were going to eat. "I hope you like meat Christopher?" Chris stared back at him and he smirked. "What kind of meat are we talking about?" he asked while licking his lips. "Oh, and I do love steak sir," he replied, giving him a boyish grin.

Wesker felt something. His mid-section reacted when he saw that pink tongue.He's doing this to provoke me. Wesker smirked at Chris's action. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. It opened to reveal the waiter. He came in and brought two plates composed of a rib steak, a salad, and potatoes. He set the plates in front of both men, gave a low bow, and re-exited the booth.

Chris was now biting his lower lip as his eyes went wide as they were feasting on the meal. Ohhhh YEA! Rib steak, best meal a man can have. "Hey Chris, you are drooling!" Chris snapped out of his trance and his eyes were like saucers. "I am not drooling!" Chris replied.

Wesker observed the panicked Chris, who seemed very pleased with his choice of food as he was examining the corners of his mouth. He checked to see if there was indeed drool on the corner of his lips. Hehe, Chris is so cute worrying like that. "Well, enjoy your meal Christopher." As he spoke, he smiled and started eating. My god, this is good! I am so happy I don't have to eat any more of that crap the hospital gave me.

Chris just replied with a quick "thank you" and started cutting the pieces of meat. He delicately brought the fork into his watering mouth and thought, oh...sweet Lord...this is GOOD! He closed his eyes, letting the flavors fill his mouth and purred at how wonderful it tasted.

Wesker was studying him, noting the way he was eating and how he looked with his eyes closed. He felt goose bumps and gulped at that little sound he just released. Chris...purred. "Is the steak to your liking, Christopher?" Wesker asked as he saw the brunet's reaction to the taste while rearranging his shades. "The steak is great and please call me Chris." Chris was now taking some Cesar salad in his mouth, enjoying the taste of the perfect mix of legumes, salad dressing, bacon pieces and cheese.

Wesker smiled and replied, "Well, I appreciate that you have fine taste for food Chris and by the way, please call me 'Wesker'." Chris' eyes went wide, what? It's like if I were, suddenly, his friend, but he's my superior...

"But you are my Bos-" Chris was cut by Wesker's deep glance. "You did more than enough. I am quite touched by the fact you stayed by my side and the least I can do is to let you calling me by my last name."

Chris stared at him amazed by the fact he was now his boss' equal, "Okay then...Wes...ker..." He blushed saying his name and looked at the side, embarrassed, he felt he was suddenly too close to him.

Wesker wanted to know more about his future partner in crime. "Tell me Christopher, What is your favorite color?" Chris looked at him with a quizzical expression. "My favorite color...hmm...I guess its blue. How about yours Wesker?" Chris replied quickly. What a random question to ask.

"Oh, the color of my eyes, I see." Chris suddenly remembered that fateful day at the hospital when he saw him and his blue eyes being illuminated by the rising sun. "Yea... Wesker..." Chris thought his stomach had butterflies in it. It felt weird, but not an in bad way.

The young man felt his cheek burn and Wesker smirked at the sight. "I do love black although it's not really a color. I guess it would be dark red then."

Chris looked down his dish and restarted eating slowly, deep in thought. Black and dark red... Black is the color that represents power, elegance, formality, death, evil, and mystery while dark red is known for its alliance to vigor, willpower, rage, anger, leadership, courage, longing, malice, and wrath...Wow, it builds quite a character...so I have to be wary of him? Could he hide something from me? Oh Chris suck it up, you are thinking about your boss now, colors are colors! I guess I might be over thinking things-

"Christopher?" His thoughts were interrupted by Wesker's voice. "Are you okay Chris?" The captain seemed to notice his deep gaze and wondered about what had Chris thinking. Was he thinking about something? I wonder what it was? He doesn't stop thinking, does he?

Chris felt his face getting hot again and shook his head left and right furiously. "Oh, I am fine sir, you know even idiots like me think once in a while", he smiled sheepishly.

"I have seen people who are worse. I do not think you are an idiot. You did realize your mistake when you had to and you even made up for it. I am happy to have found someone like you for the team." Wesker retorted making the brunet flush brightly while looking at the table. "At least you are capable of thinking. I thought I was going to have hell with you on the team, but if getting that bullet made you realize something, I am happy I took it." Chris brought his eyes to the same eye level has his leader and gulped.

"Thank you. I am happy that you have acknowledged me as a suitable S.T.A.R.S. member," Chris grinned and continued eating.

As the hour passed by, they talked about many subjects and topics. Finally, both men finished eating and left the booth. Wesker paid the bill and left a sizable tip for the waiter. They made their way back to the car, the brunet still supporting his boss. Entering the car, they buckled up and Chris said, "we are now heading to your place Wesker. Lead the way," Christopher said and smiled while side glancing his boss.

Wesker started telling him the way to get to his place. Chris, my plans now include you. I just hope you will be up to the task. I trust you now. You stayed by my side so long and I now know you care for me. I just need to play my cards right. I also hope I won't have to force your hand. I am deeply involved with you; my 'soon-to-be-a-monster' heart is in love with you.

A/N: Well, finally! that is done, SECOND CHAPTER IS DONE~!
And special thank you to those who reviewed on my first chapter, checking them, made me happy!
Also a big thank you to Morriganna for beta reading this =)!

Thank you for reading this, please do review, I need tips, help me! Until next time, take care xD!