Chris squinted his eyes as the beams of the rising sun reached him on the bed. He left out a soft huff as he turned on his back, not yet willing to open his eyes and welcome the new day. It felt so good to lay there on the comfortable, so perfect, mattress. He wanted to be tucked in the soft sheets the whole day and not even consider getting up. Everything felt so right and he hadn't felt so relaxed – and satisfied – in long time. In the back of his mind he undestood that the scent in the bed wasn't completely from his own cologne but he didn't mind to start thinking to whom the musky scent really belonged. He could lay there the whole month and let everything pass his mind without further thinking.

"The breakfast is ready", Chris heard the familiar voice speaking to him from the doorway, waking him up from his perfect dreamworld, "and as your captain I have to remind you that today is an another working day: we need to be at the office in half an hour. I suggest you to take that shower before you join me in the kitchen." Wesker voice wasn't warm or loving, but neither so cold as Chris was used to hear it. Chris nodded, still deadly tired, and his head against the mattress, "Gimme five minutes and I'll be there...", he mumbled, voice a bit annoyed. He had already forgotten where he was, and who with. He wouldn't have minded if Wesker had been a little more romantic and less workaholic but he had to admit that he hadn't expected much about their morning. If anything really.

Okay, maybe a little. Not hours long cuddling period but even something than just "get up and work" order as the first thing at morning. Maybe a kiss? He sighed and shook his head slightly: He couldn't understand why Wesker hadn't called him that cap if they were going straight to work. Or had it been just sex? He didn't feel like thinking about it. Wesker HAD a plan, he always had, he wasn't there for any reason. Or that's was what he wanted to believe in.

He heard Wesker to vanish from the doorway and he was glad that the man did though he would have liked to ask about their new twist in their relationship straight away. The thing was that when he had turned to get out of the bed, his ass had immeadiately started to ache and tingle. He ignored it but the pain shined out from his face when he stood up. Somehow sitting behind his desk the whole day writing reports sounded worse than ever before, especially if Wesker had decided to ignore him this on. He sighed, his lovely morning only seemed to turn bad to worse within every passing second.

Wesker had left him a towel on the bathroom door so he found the right room easily. He staggered in, a couple of times looking back over his shoulder that Wesker wouldn't notice him having a hard time. He hadn't bothered to put on his clothes which had been near the bed. Not because he was lazy: he just didn't feel like taking any unnecessary moves before the pain in his ass would easy a bit and well, it wasn't a long journey to the bathroom. His clothes could wait.

The bathroom was modern and clean, just like everything in the apartment seemed to be. At first Chris only wanted to take that shower like Wesker had suggested him, but he couldn't resist the urge to search some painkillers. It didn't take long that he found what he looking for, and he wondered whether Wesker had children, or any quests, often in his apartment because all the medicines were in the drawer without a lock and so low that any child could found them. Not like he had ever thought his captain as child-friendly man... and he didn't feel like pushing even that thought further: he just took two or three tablets of aspirin and swallowed them without water.

He stepped into the shower and turned it on. The warm water flooded over him, washing off all the dry sweat and dirt from his perfectly tanned skin. He hadn't bothered to lock the door of the bathroom, he wasn't sure if he had even closed it. Had he taken the towel from the door? He didn't really care, all he wanted that the aspirin would work and his brains wake up and get ready for work. Everything else could wait.

He noticed soon that he couldn't keep his thoughts away from Wesker, no matter how much he tried. He just didn't really know what to think about Wesker anymore. Was the man his lover or captain? Was he both of them? Why had Wesker let him to stay over night? Too many questions and no answers. The more he thought it, the more he got frustrated as his brains began to work. Even the warm water and air around him couldn't distact him from the deep and dark thoughts.

Seconds passed as he thought his alternatives, only to notice that there weren't many of them. Had he other alternatives than to play Wesker's rules? If Wesker wanted to play again that captain/subordinate relationship, they would. He didn't know what Wesker wanted but he was sure that Wesker had something in mind. He wasn't sure what but it had to be something. Something that got him frustrated and annoyed him beyond his imagination. This couldn't have been just sex!

His fist collided the wall in frustration. Suddenly his mind was filled in other thoughts, more like memories. The wall reminded him about the last night, the way Wesker had hit his back against it when he had been too forward with his actions. The more he thought about it, the more he would have liked to have a different morning than this even though he was now slightly in aching pain. Just something that could show him that Wesker cared. Something...

He hadn't forgotten how good it had felt to be under the man. The memories of the sensuel touches on his body - no rather IN his body – made his face turn slighty red. All those moans he had let out in pleasure after the pain had passed, all those long hard thrusts he had taken by his own free will... every single memory and the still remaining tingling in his lower half made his blush only redden. Yes, he had expected more about their morning than just a emotionless order. Not much but.. something! Something that would have made his morning even more perfect than when he was just laying happily on that mattress.

Oh, damn... not now!

It hadn't been only his face which reacted to the sexual thoughts. He didn't need to look down to know what his condition at that moment was. It wasn't the worst he had got but he knew he couldn't leave the shower with a semi-erected member. He took a glance behind him to see if the door really was open but much to his dismay the glass was already fuzzy from the stream. Perhaps he had taken the towel and closed it afterall? It wouldn't be the first time when he had done something not noticing it...

He sighed and closed his eyes, letting his hand wander on his crotch. This may not be the best alternative: He knew he could turn the water cold as well but... somehow touching himself felt a better idea. Not like he want to admit it but he was thinking the previous night once again - he couldn't block those thoughts anymore. He sighed, or rather moaned, when the thoughts broke every barrier in his mind and filled his mind in sensations and memories. He lived the last night again, imagining Wesker's hand replacing his and breathing low to his ear. Imitating the way how Wesker had pleasured him, he gave in to those memories. As his left hand began to move on his lower half, his right hand giving him a support from the shower wall. He shouldn't do this, but... it was too late to turn that water cold anymore.

He hadn't heard the small shuffling and the quiet steps behind him from the noice of water hitting the floor and his skin, neither the door close behind him. Suddenly the door of the shower opened and the cold air met his bare skin, awakening him from his thoughts and memories.

"Wha..." he said, turning around immediately, only to meet the lusty, or rather coy, gaze of the older man. He didn't have time to say more or defend himself in any manner as the determined lips collided his, suffocating the rest of his surpised question. He was pushed deeper into the shower, soon his back meeting the chilly wall.

The moment of surpise was on Wesker's side and he used it wisely. He deepened the kiss before Chris had time to realize what was going on, his hands simultaneously taking a strong hold on Chris, one hand from the lean hips and the other from the wet brown hair.

"Umh.. wait! What are you..." Chris mumbled when he got some space between their lips, his mind not registering completely what was happening. Why Wesker was there with him in the shower? Wasn't they supposed to go to work? Wasn't Wesker supposed to be his superior now? What the fuck was going on?

"I came to help you", he taller man said, voice as amused as in the previous night when they had been like this, Chris against the wall and under his mercy. The voice was almost so low that it vanished into the noice of shower, "The door was open." He added, aslike it was the only explanation for why he was there.

"But... I didn't really intend..." Chris didn't know how to continue from that. Or better said, he couldn't when he had to bit down his lip when Wesker's hand replaced his own on his crotch and the hot lips touched his neck. He felt uncomfortable against the cold shower wall but the fact that his aching erection got attention from the man he had been day-dreaming of, took away the most of the negative feelings.

Wesker had him pinned against the wall and they both were naked, at that moment Chris noticed that he had never seen his captain fully exposed, not even at the showers after training. Not like he saw anything else than Wesker's bare shoulders and chest that close but he could feel it that this time Wesker had nothing to cover him anymore. The fact didn't really bother him, he was already used to it that Wesker enjoyed his privacy, and power, that he had with his clothes on. This was odd, and it bothered him. As like Wesker wasn't his captain anymore who just gave him orders and played around with him when he felt like to. This was as like...

...they were lovers.

He could feel Wesker's erection against him, there was nothing to cover them and he wasn't sure if he was glad for it or not, he still had that aching pain in his ass. They both were wet and the air around them was smuggy, almost a bit heavy to breath. Or then it was only Chris: the coldness behind him and Wesker's hotness in front of him and the hand around his water-lubricated cock got him easily on the edge.

"Uhnh... Weren't we supposed to go to work? And I thought, well, we wouldn't be like this anymore, after you told me to get up and get ready for work", he said, his voice showing his confusion and honesty. And he knew Wesker would want something more than just touch him, "And, I, uh, I'm still..." he began, instantly feeling also embarrassed for that he was still sore for the previous night. It didn't really do good for his masculinity to admit that he was too sore for sex even though the painkillers had already begun to effect.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything" the older man chuckled next to his ear, not answering to his suggestion about their relationship. And take care of what everything? Chris wondered, soon finding out what the man had meant with his words when the man suddenly disappeared from his sight.

"Hey, wait, what?" Chris yelped, the words escaping from his mouth faster than ever before. No, he can't even consider...?

"Aaahnh..." the groaned as his captain's lips met his cock. He drew his head back, his senses filling in sensations, "Why are you..." an another moan escaped from his mouth and he had to close his eyes. He didn't undestand anything anymore. If he had thought before he knew something, now he was sure that he didn't know anything. He had always thought that the one who gave the blow-job would be the submissive one – in other words – him, but there wasn't anything submissive in Wesker's behaviour. He didn't understand anything...

"I told you I came to help you, didn't I?" The man chuckled as he fondled the lenght in his hand, his another hand keeping Chris's hips against the wall that the man couldn't move, "Or would you like me to stop?"

Bastard...

"No, I don't", Chris said, his voice steady and calm, or as calm as he could get in that situation, "I just wonder what you want... in return." He wasn't stupid, Wesker wanted something, "You don't do that for simple kindness. And mind you that you didn't answer anything to that working issue... and our relationship"

"Smart boy, Christopher", the voice that Wesker used to say those words got Chris to open his eyes and look at the man. The hand moved slow, almost like he was thinking. And the slow motions only got Chris closer the edge.

"Just say it, I know there's something", he snapped his face red for pleasure, his eyes meeting the older man's mocking gaze.

"I want to take you later today, in my office", he said, his hand still fondling Chris' lenght in rhythm, slow and steady, making Chris a bit by bit more desperate.

"Was that your original plan for today? To take me in your office when my ass wouldn't ache so badly anymore?" Chris stated, not really sure how he managed to keep his voice that calm and convincing. Actually, he didn't.

The older man smirked, his eyes telling everything, "Now I know why I hired you in the first place, you figured out that quite fast", he said, amused, keeping Chris firmly against the shower wall and showing no signs of submission though he was the one on his knees, "Do you take the deal?"

The first time on that morning, Chris smiled. This was really was SOMETHING.

"It's the deal. Could you just... uhm.. get on with it?" He would loved to play a bit now when he had one win in their game (had he?) but somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he shouldn't try his luck further. If anything, he didn't want to take the risk that Wesker would like to change his plans and take him there and not wait for later. Or leave him like that. He didn't have anything to complain about, did he?

At least now he knew that his day wouldn't contain just sitting behind his desk and

awkward situations with his captain. This day, Tuesday, could be better than he had feared, be the day he had wished for. He didn't know yet what Wesker would want him to do later, but at the moment, he didn't care. Things could be worse.

No, he didn't have anything to complain about.

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A/N

Hello again! Here's the newest chapter and I hope you like it. I could have made this longer but I decided to cut this a bit that I can publish you something (I'm in the middle of my examweek). This story is soon going to end! ….I think o.o If you notice something that bothers you, send me a message.

Wesker is such a mean bastard...