Alrighty then... this is the fouth part. I made this pretty quickly because I have no idea when I'll be able to write next time ^^'' I have my examweek going on so... I'm pretty busy with my studies. This part is short and full of misspellings. Damn...

Chris surely had enjoyed the evening. Everybody was nice to him and his some of his working mates came to apoloqize from him and Chris accepted every one of them -but not easily tough. It was good that whole nonsense was now forgotten, Chris thought smile on his face, but the best thing was that he had all of his friends in the same place and he got all his drinks free. Actually, he didn't even remember how many he had already taken... 1..5...8... yup, he was drunk but at the very moment it felt damn good.

Whole bar was full of special unit members and Chris wasn't suprised at all when every "outsider" decided to leave the bar as quick as possible. It was like a pre-Christmas party but without decorations and Christmas songs. And the atmosphere was unbelievable. Chris took a look around him after the...fifth schnapps and noticed that it seemed it was Joseph and Jill who decided which music was played and Forest was the man who ordered the drinks.

Chris smirked: it was pretty much him who had drunk the most. He really wanted to get some payment for his suffering but he had also joined every single drinking contest Richard or someone else had made up only because every game sounded fun to his drunken ears. He didn't feel like dancing or getting up from the bar table. He had still many drinks ahead of him...

They all seemed to have fun but the night ended all too soon for Chris. When the barkeeper suggested that maybe Chris shouldn't take more and go home, Chris tried to convince the man that he was just fine and clear enough to continue by trying to stand up from his chair, but at the same time when he got his gibberish out of his lips and rose, he fell out of the chair and none was quick/sober enough to catch him before he hit the hard floor.

Next time he woke up, the first thing he heard was engine hum and the traffic noises.

"What the..." he started but he shut his mouth instantly. His head hurt like hell. First he thought it was morning hangover but just a one glance out of the car window was enough for assuring him that it was still night: late night.

"Don't worry, you'll be home soon. You collided your head with something harder than your skull so you may feel a bit pain. You should be glad you didn't end up in the hospital.." Chris blinked couple of times. He knew the voice... he blinked again and turned his head to other side from the window to see the driver. He saw the man with goldish blond hair which color seemed to chance into different hues and colors when they passed other cars and neon billboards. The man wore black suit and burgundy colored dress shirt and he had his black tie cleanly tied on. Chris looked at the man like he had never seen him before but he knew who he was. It was his captain... without his dark S.T.A.R.S uniform. The man still had his shades on and darkness didn't seem to bother the driver.

"How do you know where I..." Chris didn't have a chance for ending his question when Wesker already answered it.

"I remember your adress from your profile file. Now stay silent. Your head must still hurt and you're drunk."

"Well I'd still like to know why you're even..." Wesker shot him a glance which said more than specific that he better stay quiet or he would make him shut his mouth. Chris obeyed, not happily though, and remained silent till they got to his place. Wesker drove to the apartment building's parking lot and shut off the engine calmly. Then he just opened the door, walked to Chris' side and took the man out of his car. Wesker practically carried Chris into the building (without asking did the man like to be carried), Chris felt like resisting but he knew he couldn't walk properly even though he'd like to.

"You can let me down now, I can walk." Chris mumbled after minute or two, " My head is much better and I also feel a lot better." Blonde gave him a questioning look but let him down in front of the elevator.

"Fine, now, which floor?" Wesker didn't seem to believe him and his ability for walking to his own apartment but Chris wasn't bothered. He's thoughts were pretty foggy and he was actually pretty glad that his captain made sure that he was still alive at morning.

They stepped into the elevator after Chris had pressed the right floor button and they had waited couple of seconds. Chris's steps were pretty unstable but he was still on his own two feet. When they just standing there and the silence between them grew longer, Chris began to think his own situation. Or rather his captain. He knew he was drunk and tired but still he couldn't resist the thoughts about his companion next to him. He tried to see a reason why Wesker even was there next to him. Of course the man was his captain and that's why he looked after him but... but maybe there was something more.

Damn, Chris hoped there was something more. The clear-minded Chris wouldn't have let him to have such a stupid and unprofessional thoughts but he couldn't help it. Every idea and suspection felt so right and reasonable. Everything about his captain and this actions seemed so clear to him even though everything else around him looked very foggy and greyish.

It was not long distance to his apartment outdoor from the elevator but Chris succeeded to fell down once. But he didn't hit the floor this time, his captain caught him instantly and helped back to his feet. Chris mumbled something which sounded like "thanks" and continued his way to the outdoor. In front of the door Chris had to give his keys to Wesker. Chris almost blushed for the shame that he was too drunk to even open his own door and his arms were trembling when he tried to find his keys from his pockets. Wesker seemed to be patient and didn't care about how he got the keys: he just wanted them for having his subordinate into man's apartment and get this safely to bed.

Finally when they got in and Wesker was about to leave when Chris seemed fine enough to stand and take care of himself this on, Chris just couldn't let the man go.

"Ah, c'mon. Don't go just yet. Let me pour you coffee or something, I'm up to you that and you still have to drive back." Chris's voice was slightly pleading and he really didn't want Wesker to go now. He was too much up to his captain and he wanted to credit his indebtedness to him somehow.

"No, thank you. I think I'll be just fine without..." The next thing which happened, even Wesker hadn't guessed. Chris had grapped his hand, pulled the suprised man closer and kissed him without a warning. Their teeth collided for the sudden act and Chris almost thought he saw from Wesker how the thoughts in captain's head rushed while they kissed.

The kiss ended as quick as it started when Wesker pushed Chris out of him. The push wasn't hard but powerful enough to get the drunken man out of the balance and fell again on the floor. This time Wesker didn't drag him up. Complete opposite.

Wesker knelt down next to him and pushed now sitting man's shoulder roughtly to the wall.

"You don't know what you are doing. Don't tempt me Redfield." Wesker's voice was warning but Chris didn't care. He was sure. He hadn't been this sure even once after his parent's death but he wasn't sure was it because he was drunk or just because he wanted. He simply didn't care, it all felt so right. And there was none who would see them, there wasn't anyone who could threaten their jobs by rumors or complaints. He knew he might regret this at morning but it was then, now was now.

"I know what I want, captain." He stated and glared challengingly straight to his captain's shades and pressed his own arm gently on the other man's which remained strong on his shoulder, "And I'm also pretty sure what you want too."