Chris felt like melting under the kiss. He had finally got what he had wanted so long. He forgot everything around him, everything about Forest, the whole S.T.A.R.S team and their important mission - especially his own shyness. He deepened the kiss, making the older man move slightly in discomfort while he tried to control the kiss with his tongue - like he was used to do with women.

The problem was that Wesker wasn't a woman... or submissive.

Wesker pushed his own tongue back into Chris's mouth, effectively making the younger man back down and remember who he was with. Chris moaned for the sudden movement and closed his eyes, just to curse his own stupidity in his mind for forgetting something like that. Wesker hardened the kiss, as like making sure Chris wouldn't forget second time who was in control. The kiss just got harder and felt almost painful on the lips, it made breathing harder, almost erratic to Chris. Wesker didn't seem to notice, or rather care, and Chris began to squeeze Wesker's shoulder harder to show his lack of air. Chris had to get some space to breath. He had got his punisment and learned his lesson already, Wesker could ease the kiss now... he had to breath...

Suddenly Wesker let go of him and made him hit his back on the side door. He opened his eyes and and breathed wildly, his cheeks slighty red for lack of air. He had never known a kiss could be this wearing... but well, now he knew. He blinked his eyes few times, his view immediately turning better. He was still gasping but he couldn't hide his growing excitement. Even though the kiss had been rough, and almost brutal, he had... enjoyed it. Sure he liked soft kissed with women but... he couldn't deny it, the previous kiss had been a lot better than the kisses he had even had before with women. Chris saw Wesker smirking at him, Chris couldn't stop himself scowling back. He didn't know why he did it but it just felt like a good response.

"We can continue this later... even though I'd like to finish this here and now." Wesker said, obviously amused, "We still have our job to do." He placed his sunglasses back on this face and started the car engine. Chris didn't say a thing, he didn't know how to comment back to a statement like that. There was no doubt what Wesker had meant with a sentence "finish this here and now"...Not more or less: sex. So... they would have it later then? Chris didn't know what to think.

Chris licked his lips and turned his gaze at the window when Wesker drove them back on road. He tasted a hint of mint in his mouth. They had kissed just a moment ago, the taste convinced that, and so did his exhaustion, but it still felt so unbelievable. Now he knew Wesker wanted him too. Now he knew that when he had kissed the man on previous friday night, the man had enjoyed it like he had. They both liked each other... better said: they both wanted each other. He should be happy but... there was still something which bothered him. What made him feel something was still wrong?

Chris began to think. He knew he had enjoyed that rough and passionate kiss, he wanted... he wanted Wesker, his captain in special unit. Was he afraid to lose his job? Romance between team mates wasn't allowed, especially between superior and subordinate but no.. that wasn't the problem. Of course that fact made him nervous but there was still something more... something personal.

He turned his gaze back at Wesker. No, he wasn't afraid of the fact he was about to be the one who would be with a sore ass if they were going to have sex. Chris wasn't an idiot, he knew how relationships like this worked even though he had never been in one before... and he had tried to control that kiss just minutes ago. Wesker was older, taller, more controlling and his superior... Even in Chris's dreams it had been Wesker who had taken him, not other way around.

He closed his eyes: He remembered those dreams, those dreams which he shouldn't have had about his captain as a straight guy. He had shamed them then, denyed them...

Chris remembered those mornings when he had waken up next to his girlfriend again and again, a morning after a morning, a lust-filled dream about his captain still fresh in his mind. He remembered how he had had to lie to his girlfriend and say the dreams were about her, to tell her she was the reason why he had had a hard-on. Chris felt shivers run down in his spine, he remembered those dreams well, every single of them and they sure hadn't been about a woman. A very long time he had tried to convince himself those dreams were nothing, only a crush or something, but now he couldn't no more. His dreams were about to be reality... very soon.

Suddenly he knew what was wrong with him. Chris opened his eyes. It was quite simple: He still thought himself as a straight guy. Chris understood that he had tried to live in a lie... He couldn't deny it anymore: He liked both women and men... or women and Wesker.

He wasn't gay... or straight. What was the name again for people who likes both genders? Bisexual? It explained all. He had never liked men before so... was he bisexual only for Wesker? Confusing.

Chris sighed. It was wrong to be with Wesker, he knew that. But he was ready to take a shot and try, no matter how wrong other people saw that. He wouldn't back down anymore. No, he couldn't back down anymore. He had made his decision. And he was going to stick with that.

Chris had a plan. When they had done their job today, he would show Wesker how much man there was in him. This far he had been all too shy and careful near Wesker, now there was no need anymore. If Wesker wanted a man, he would have it. Tonight.

"We're here." Wesker's voice made Chris wake up from his thoughts. Yes, they had a job to do, his personal life had to wait for now. Chris looked up, the apartment building was a lot higher than he had thought, "Which floor?" Chris asked and stood up from the car, his mind still in his own thoughts. He tried not to look at his captain to chance his thoughts back to more professional but he found that quite impossible. Wesker looked damn good in his S.T.A.R.S uniform.

"The third and the fifth." Wesker said when they walked into the building, obviously he had no problems to concentrate on their mission. Wesker pressed the button in elevator: the fifth floor. While they waited, the captain spoke again, "Some neighbours from third floor have already given their statements so mostly we ask some questions from the fifth floor residents. The newest victim lived in the fifth and the expected suicide was committed in the third. We can take a look at the third floor apartment later."

"So you don't believe it was a suicide?" Chris had to ask, the death was all too weird to be a suicide... no letter or even a motive. Or a weapon. He had finally got his thoughts back to control: "Why is the death suspected as a suicide anyway? If there isn't any proof?"

"It's the easiest way to explain a death. The man didn't die for illness and there wasn't any signs of violence to suspect a murder. What I think? I can't say yet. He had a overdoze of something, that's all I know. It can be a suicide, it can be a murder. We have to wait for the results from the pathologist and check the apartment again",Wesker explained when they walked at the corridor. They stopped at the woody door where now was common police tape all around ripped the most off and opened the door with his key which he probably had got from the police department, "This is the place where last night's murder happened. Nothing is cleaned." Wesker said and at first Chris wondered why the captain had to especially say the apartment wasn't cleaned: the murder scenes shouldn't be cleaned anyways before the police said so. Chris walked in and soon understood.

The first thing which Chris pointed out in his mind was that the small four room apartment was very clean, there was no signs of a fight or any violence. Everything was where they should be: no broken stuff or furniture out of its normal place. If there wasn't a blood-stained carpet and dry blood everywhere in the living room floor, Chris wouldn't have imagined the place as a crime scene. Chris touched the blood, he had seen a lot blood before, fresh and dry, but everytime when he saw it like this... he couldn't help but think what had happened. Why had the man die? Who wanted his death that badly?

Chris felt a hand on his shoulder, he wasn't sure was it meant to comfort him or just show him this case wasn't going to be unsolved... Chris wasn't sure but he appreciated his captain's support, "I'm fine, I just never get used to cases like this..."

"It's only a good thing that you won't." Chris stood up and turned around. He didn't understand: Was it a good thing that he couldn't stay as cold and professional like his captain always was? Chris was about to ask more but Wesker obviously expected Chris to do so and he took calmly a picture from his vest pocket and gave it to Chris. He didn't like what he saw, a bloody corpse, as said before, stabbed to heart and pelvis. The man's face was... the man had been consious when he had been tortured to dead. Chris felt anger raise inside of him, and sadness. The man had had a life, emotions and people who had loved him and now... now he was gone. The man... Matthew Brown, had died a lot too soon.

"I don't think so. As you had said, sir, it's not a good thing to let emotions control in our profession." Even though they had kissed two times and been closer than just a superior and a subordinate, it still wasn't odd to Chris to call Wesker "sir". Maybe it was only a good thing, he didn't really think that Wesker would appreciate if he reminded about their changed relationship at work. Wesker was his captain at work... and maybe a lover out of work? Chris still hadn't forgotten his decisions and plans but he pushed them aside once again. This wasn't the right time and place.

"When you have to choose whether you shoot a criminal to save one victim or wait for the back-up to save all of them, have to think then, use your brains like a special unit member, not like any other untrained civil. Emotions come then second..." The captain took the picture and watched it couple of seconds behind his shades, "But when we're like this, solving a murder case and usually discussing with the victim's close family, in this case neighbours, to get more clues, it's only a good thing when we show that we care. Not because we have to, because we can."

Chris couldn't hide his confusion. He had never heard his captain talk like that... it had always been a bad thing when he had acted quickly for his emotions to save people. Nobody had ever died for his actions but Wesker had always ordered him to calm down and think. When they discussed like this, not in Wesker's office, Chris felt like he finally understood what Wesker had always tried to tell him. Chris knew that he was good at what he did but now he also understood that if he listened to his captain, he could be even better...

"Let's take a look around. Then we can go to talk with the neighbours." Chris heard Wesker say and he nodded. He really admired his captain. More than anyone else.

"...Thank you for your help, Mrs. Grinney. That was all we needed to ask. Have a nice day." Chris said politely and the mother of several children nodded back at him, smiling, and closed a door in front of the two special unit officers. Chris turned at Wesker and sighed:

"What about now? We have talked with every neighbour in the fifth and third floor, and with some other residents too, and checked two apartments for nothing. Nobody has heard a thing or seen.. what now?" Chris couldn't hide his frustration. They had to leave empty-handed... and the case just felt weirder. How couldn't anyone heard anything when a man was killed, obviously slowly and painfully, next door? What the hell was going on in this apartment building?

"We go home and meet others in the office tomorrow. We can't do more today." Chris nodded, he wanted to do more but he knew Wesker was right once again. They had to wait for the results from pathologist. They didn't have any other choice than wait.

They stepped into the elevator and an old woman joined them, she smiled at them politely and nodded as a greeting. Chris did the same and heard his captain mumble something more formal. The woman carried a dark black handbag and had an enormous scarf wrapped around her neck, Chris couldn't keep himself pointing that out in his mind when the elevator doors closed and they began to move down.

The woman disappeared when they went out and Chris didn't think her more. He suddenly realized it was already quite late, not very late but enough that their working hours were now over for that day. Chris felt his heart pulsing again, he had to make his move soon...

When they were back at the car, Wesker suddenly turned around to look at Chris and opened his mouth, this time smiling slightly: "Do you need a drive back to your place or should we go to office?" Chris felt cold shivers run down his spine. The question was simple, very normal but the voice tone his captain used... it reminded him about all what he had thought hours before in the same car in front of him.

Chris shook his head and hided his smirk, "What do you mean by office? Do you suggest something, captain?" Chris answered like he didn't like at all his captain's suggestions, he saw Wesker's face stiffening, Wesker hadn't suspected that answer.

If Wesker was allowed to play with him, why couldn't he let Wesker taste his own medicine? Chris knew he was mean but he also knew he wasn't with anyone, he was now with his captain..with a man. And he knew he only amused Wesker when he was hard and stubborn. He knew that much.

Before Chris let Wesker a chance to say his perfect answers to Chris's questions, Chris made his move. He wrapped his arms around Wesker's neck and kissed him passionately.

Chris felt Wesker's hesitation to turn into a cheer amusement in seconds. The man chuckled when they kissed under the parking lot lights, Wesker's black car shining in many shades of grey... just like the older man's own sunglasses. Chris took them off slowly and smiled. Wesker blinked couple of times but didn't complain. He could play this game some time if he got what he wanted eventually, just like Chris wanted to.

"I suppose you're not turning my suggestions down, Christopher?" Wesker mumbled and pulled Chris closer. Chris was a little shorter than he was but that didn't make the man more feminine, even though Chris sometimes complained like a woman in the office when he ordered Chris to rewrite his reports.

"I want to your place. Tonight." Chris answered. He smirked teasingly and Wesker raised an eye brow, then he smirked even wider for his subordinate's answer. The man always suprised him.

"Fine, get into the car, we're going." He said simply. Chris didn't hesitate even a second. Those times were over now. Chris nodded at Wesker and went in the car. He was still nervous about doing it with a man but simultaneously, he didn't want to wait anymore.

Soon they were back on the road, heading to Wesker's home. Behind them, at the parking lot, stood an old woman under the lights, watching after the black car which soon disappeared out of view. She watched, her left hand in her black handbag, touching everything she had there for the people she didn't like.

The men had seemed very nice and polite... Too bad that they had to die. Too bad.

The old woman turned around and disappeared once again. She knew what she had to do.

A/N

Hello again ^^ I hope you liked this chapter... I did xD Okay, okay... so comment me. Hate? Like? You hate but somehow you like? Anything! =P

I don't say anything, I don't say how this will continue. But I promise/hope I will not let you down. BUT the next chapter IS HOT SEX. Awesome? So...if you don't like reading maleXmale sex, skip the next chapter.

See you again. I'm working at the moment as a gardener (yeah, I have time to think... but not much time to write) so I can't be sure when I publish the next chapter. I hope you can wait ^^