"No, Chris, you know nothing." The older male stated with no emotion and let go his grip from his subordinate. Chris stared at him with determination in his eyes but didn't have a chance to say anything: only suprised yelp escaped out of his mouth when Wesker roughly raised him up from the ground and carried him to the bedroom.

"Wha..." Chris started but then he already found himself on the mattress. He was about to ask what Wesker was exactly about to do: the other man face didn't show any signs or emotion, not like he would anyways.

Chris kept lying on the mattress and staring at the man in front of him. Wesker didn't move, not even a inch, he just stared back slightly smiling, and suddenly began talking, voice cold.

"You're drunk, Redfield. You have no idea what you're asking for me to do and I doubt that you even know what you're doing at the moment...", Chris was about to say something back but Wesker continued, his head now tilted to the side and arms crossed on his chest,"...Come to my office on Monday. It's a weekend but your newest order is to get some sleep and straighten up your mind. When I see you in the office next time, we can talk more... about tonight."

Chris blinked once, then second time. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Wesker was going to leave? He was going to leave him here? But he was finally sure what he wanted! Or was he?

"But I..." Chris began but words didn't come out as fast as he hoped. Everything was already quite blurry...

"No, you don't. If you don't want to wake up your rear sore, I suggest you to start sleeping and forget that I even was here. Understood?"

Chris tried to stood up and resist the order with all his might but his head was all too painful to do that. To be honest, he hadn't thought his suggestion that far yet... that far that it actually would be him who was going to be the bottom. When the image finally got into his blank mind, he couldn't resist the faint blush spreading on his now quite freeked out face.

Now he understood how stupid he was when he had told to Wesker what he wanted, about his "sureness". He felt like a total moron: What did he thought then anyway? That his captain would let him on top? What the hell... had he kissed Wesker? The man in front of him is his captain!

Oh god, how can I be that stupid? I'm not even a faggot! and I just start...oh god...

Chris's thoughts rushed in his head and fortunately to Chris, Wesker didn't seem to want answer to his question. His captain turned around and left the room without saying anything else and like that also left the drunk man alone to handle his own stupidity.

He would never drink again... or go to the office. NEVER. He couldn't face that shame..

Drinking: no problem... But I have to work... Damnit!

-XXX-

When Wesker finally closed the outdoor behind him, the blond man couldn't resist smirking anymore. He almost felt like laughing: he sure hadn't expected anything like that to happen tonight.

Oh, this is going to be fun. Till Monday...

Nothing is more entertaining than watch his little Christopher sitting unconfortably behind his desk. Certainly nothing...Or maybe there was...

Chris would soon find out where little suggestions might lead him.

A/N

I'M SO SORRY! I have had some personal problems and other depressing things in my life lately but still I'm so sorry that this took me so long to update! I'm not done yet so... more will be coming~ Office suggestions it's the name, so in the office we will go again~