The leaves rustled beneath the man's boots as he walked casually to the office building ahead of him. It was a beautiful morning, but the man didn't pay any attention to his surroundings. It was all the same to him whether it was a sunny or rainy day. Especially today he couldn't care less, he had something much more important to think of other than the weather.

It had been a week. One long week.

He opened the door and stepped into the building. Next to the door was the secretary's desk and even though he wouldn't have wanted to waste any more of his precious time, the woman behind the desk started a conversation:

"Good morning, captain," she greeted, smiling politely. She was a young woman with black, long hair that was tied into a ponytail. But that wasn't the most notable feature about her. Even though he wasn't as interested in women as other men were, he noticed very well that the woman always used tight shirts and high heels, let alone all that make-up. Her deep red lips moved as she spoke:

"I'm glad you came back, captain, you can't even believe how hard it has been to keep your team members in schedule while you have been away." Wesker supposed she was trying to joke, according to her bright chuckle. "You should talk with Redfield, he hasn't done anything while you haven't been here. It seems your team is doomed without you." She laughed again, then opened her ponytail, letting her black hair fall on her shoulders. She looked straight at his shades, as if trying to engage eye contact.

It irritated him.

"How nice that you think that I'm that irreplaceable, miss," he stated, showing no emotion or interest towards the secretary in his voice. He added: "You mentioned Redfield, is he here?"

She blinked once. Twice. Then finally opened her mouth, looking slightly confused, or rather annoyed, that the man had blocked her that easily and mercilessly. "He's sitting behind his desk in the team member's office sector. Alpha's, of course," she said and turned to look at her computer screen, slightly blushing for embarrassment.

"Thank you." The captain turned around, not giving the secretary another thought. She was a good-looking woman, but he already had someone else in his sight. Someone much more entertaining.

He didn't mind to knock on the door which separated the team member's office sector from the corridor. He wasn't a visitor there.

"Hey, captain, you're alive!" Frost greeted him instantly after he had opened the door. His desk was the nearest to the door, so it wasn't much of a surprise that he was the first to notice him.

He was about to reply something, but it was too late. Everyone had turned their heads from their papers to see whom Joseph had greeted. One second later and he was surrounded by his team members, everyone smiling and asking how he was feeling. He was fine, nothing to add to that.

Only one of his members hadn't approached him.

Chris looked at him, but didn't smile. His blue eyes showed a hint of concern when he looked straight at the blond man's black shades. Wesker talked first.

"Redfield," the captain began. "I'd want you in my office as soon as possible. You can finish your reports later."

The younger man nodded and stood up from his chair, putting his hands in the pockets. He was ready to go right away.

The other members didn't ask any questions. Wesker supposed they had already been informed of his sudden "vacation" which had included a hospital. He doubted there was anyone who wouldn't know about the serial killer and her latest targets. Or target. The newspapers had made sure of that.

He had heard that Chris had spent only one night in the hospital and been one day out of work. They hadn't discussed even once after the... incident. And Wesker was pleased of that. He was very delighted of the fact that Chris had understood to stay away and act like he was just a team member. If he hadn't, the newspapers would have had a lot more to write about. Now everyone thought it had been just coincidence and good luck that Chris had come to look for him.

He had quite good hunch of the reason why Chris hadn't got his reports done. But before making any conclusions, he was going to ask him. Private. Now.

And after his primary plan...

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"I thought we were supposed to talk!" Chris hissed so low that only Wesker heard. Not like he had something against the idea of having some "fun" with his beloved captain, but he had waited the whole week to sort things out with him. He really had expected talking first, then the sex. After the working hours would have been his guess for the specific time, to be honest.

The man chuckled and he gave his captain a glare. "Yes, we talk, but the most important matters first and foremost, hm? I suppose we had some unfinished business."

Chris sighed. The pencil underneath his back pained him slightly. Yes, he was pinned on the desk, his vest already opened by his captain who had managed to have him in that position. It wasn't the most confortable position, to say the least, but tolerable. He was glad that Wesker's desk hadn't had anything else on it than some documents and a pencil.

"I remember well..." Chris mumbled. How could he forget? The shower had never before been as hot as it had been then. "But I really thought we were going to talk - not do this when everyone could hear us..."

"Correction: hear you." The captain chuckled again and Chris rolled his eyes, not even trying to deny that. Wesker took the silence as a ready-to-go sign and leaned lower on his neck, starting to nibble tenderly against the skin beneath his lips, ignoring the previous complaints completely.

"Uhhn..." Chris moaned softly as the captain's hand slipped under his shirt and began working his left nipple. He didn't even try to resist. Why should he? He had agreed to their deal and it didn't feel bad at all. Wesker's hot tongue moved across his neck; the teeth nibbled the skin; the hot breath collided against his cool skin; the hand fondled and twisted his nipple... it felt all too good to fight back. The man knew how to turn him on.

Suddenly, out of the blue, he asked, the man still working on him: "How did she get in?"

The question made the captain stop to think for a moment, then continue, this time roughly on Chris' pants as he answered: "I opened the door and she hit that needle into my vein. I didn't expect anyone to attack me so there wasn't much for me to do." He managed to get the pants open. "I came back to my apartment to collect some important documents which Irons had asked for. I suppose she was waiting for me. Any more questions?" He said, already sounding annoyed for the sudden question.

"Just guess." Chris glared at him." I have thousands of them. I have waited the whole week for you to come back. I can't write my report if I don't know what I say and what I can't and... I can't get what happened out of my mind," he admitted.

"Don't you worry about that now." The blond stated, "I'll take care of the details." He moved closer again, trying to distract the brunet from the subject with a hot kiss. The boots were soon removed and pants undressed and the captain moved between his subordinate's legs, his hands caressing the smooth skin of the younger man.

Chris sighed again: this time both for the lust and annoyance of not getting his answers. He seriously wanted to know more, but the man on top of him obviously didn't want the same. "I count on that you'll explain everything later... I want to know your excuse for why I knew you would be there before I start telling them. Now it just had been a coincidence that I was there, but how long will they believe that? And how long is it going to be a secret that all the murdered men were homosexual?" He mumbled and turned his gaze away from the older man's expressionless face, and when he still remembered, he removed the pencil under his back and threw it across the room. "How long will it take that they find out about us?"

"As I said, don't worry about that. I'll take care of everything. Trust me." The words came out before Wesker even considered them and he leaned down again to kiss the younger man. Honestly, keeping their relationship as a secret wasn't the biggest issue he had to work with.

Today, in couple of hours, Irons would come over to discuss about Umbrella with him. There had been an outbreak in the Arklay mountains. The situation was soon going to get out of hand and further preparations were needed: Irons had already suggested that S.T.A.R.S might need to be sent there to "investigate" in a week or two, depending on how long it would take for the media to find out about the deaths. Wesker knew well what Umbrella was creating there in the Arklay mountains, and that knowledge bothered him the first time in his life. He knew what would happen to his team if they went there...

He opened his own pants, took a condom as usual, and thrust into his subordinate without further preparations. The boy moaned and took a firm grip of his shirt. The captain kissed the boy under him again, taking a hold on his legs to thrust deeper and harder.

Wesker looked at Chris's face as he moved, fondling the younger man in the same rhythm. No, he wouldn't let this handsome brunet die, no matter what would happen. He could prevent that, he knew it.

Whatever it would take, he was going to spare the boy. Irons wouldn't need to know. He didn't know anything.

His greatest plan was getting closer. The outbreak had been only a matter of time; soon, very soon, he wouldn't need to be a pitiful weak human anymore. After his transformation, nothing could stop him anymore.

And Chris would be on his side. Perhaps not voluntarily, but he had his means if they were needed. Chris might not understand him at first, but eventually, he would understand. One way or another.

"If there is no end, there can be no beginning..."

He smirked as he thrust into the younger man again and again. Chris moaned and clung onto him, his hands trembling slightly from both pain and pleasure.

Yes, with Chris, his world would be perfect.

A/N

Hellou yellow! Hei vaan kaikki! This is the end of the story ^^ THANK YOU ALL OF YOU. You're all dear to me. But don't get depressed, more is coming! I can say to you that one of my Finnish stories may be translated soon~ and it is HOT WxC :P Of course I keep on writing The Price Is Your Life as well. I'm not over yet! ^^

As the Poets of the Fall sings: "If there is no end, there can be no beginning" This story had to come to its end eventually that I can create something new.

See ya soon! I hope you liked the ending!