Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the below piece of fiction, Capcom does.

Warning: Masturbation, mention of Male/Female sex

Authors Note: So I usually don't update this quickly, but seeing as how the last update was a few days off, I figured why not make this one a few days early?! Anyways, this one is where everything starts getting 'good' for those of you who enjoy the WeskerxChris aspect of the story! So, without further ado... go ahead and read! Oh, also- read the warning up ahead. It's NSFW!

Sometimes I'm confused by what I think is really obvious. But what I think is really obvious obviously isn't obvious ~Michael Stripe

Chris was getting tired of sitting at his desk when he could be out actually doing something.

For the past month and a half, the STARS team had been (in Chris' eyes) doing nothing at all. They hadn't been on any missions to 'help protect the city', they hadn't been involved in any big cases, and truth be told Chris was wondering what he was getting paid for. All they had been doing were numerous training exercises, the latest one being a 'trust' exercise that had involved Brad falling backwards into Chris' arms numerous times with little grace. Chris sort of understood the reasoning behind it all, but it was damn annoying and slightly patronizing to the team.

Even Captain Wesker seemed displeased with the operation as the perky resident police psychologist explained how trust is the most important thing for any team, and how it's vital that he let Enrico catch him as he fell back into his arms.

Wesker has explained that all of the training and random events that they had been doing were for him to get a better sense of his team, and later he grudgingly added that what they were being trained to do had little relevance at the moment. The number of cases involving violence against Umbrella and other risky situations had declined in the last few months, and it wasn't a matter of when they were ready to go into the line of battle but more a matter of when a situation would present itself that was befitting of the STARS unit.

And so Chris and the rest of the STARS unit were stuck inside most of the time, studying different report techniques, practicing their aim and shooting ability with a variety of guns, and generally trying not to go completely crazy.

"All of you up and out. Go to the station's locker rooms and change into your workout clothes and meet me in the hand-to-hand combat training room," Wesker barked out as he strode into the office, snapping all three men out from their daze.

"Uh… you mean the wrestling room?" Brad asked, pushing himself slowly away from his desk.

"Yes, of course I mean the wrestling room," Wesker said, rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses. Leaving the room, his men had no choice but to follow him out and down the hallways while Bravo team followed a few paces back, Enrico explained that they were going to go practice some hand-to-hand combat to 'let off some steam'.

Chris was almost jealous of Bravo team for having an understanding Captain who would actually explain what they were going to do, rather than expect them to just follow him like little ducklings. His jealousy reminded him of when he was little, and his grade two teacher was the 'mean' one while his friend had the 'fun' teacher in the other class.

But while he was jealous for Enrico's more caring attitude towards his men, Chris was beginning to grow rather fond of Wesker for some unexplainable reason. Perhaps it was the fact that Wesker continually pushed him to do better, whether Chris realized that that's what was occurring or not. Or perhaps it was because he had a mysterious quality about him, living a life that Chris wanted to know more about.

Or maybe it was because Chris began to look up to the man- as much as he hated to admit it, of course. Wesker was always calm and collected, even in the strangest of situations. He always knew what to say and how to say it, easing somewhat tense situations (many of which occurred between he and Chris) in a diplomatic, and somewhat forceful manner. Chris wished he could be as composed and put together as his Captain.

And Wesker was intelligent to the point that he sometimes scared Chris. Chris had realized that Wesker had a sharp mind, but he hadn't really realized how intelligent he was on a variety of topics until one day he filled out an entire crossword in less than five minutes, causing Chris to actually check and see if he hadn't filled it out properly. It wasn't like he could verify the answers (like he really knew what sport King Charles VII of France was playing when he died (it was, apparently, indoor tennis)), but he had to see it for himself.

In short, Chris found himself trying to please Wesker and wanting to talk to the man about a variety of different things, for the chance to get a sliver of insight into him. But most of all, he found himself wanting to just be around the harsh, cold, indifferent, and completely curious Captain.

Of course, all of these feelings didn't take away from the fact that Chris still figured Wesker was a dickhead.

Amidst his musings, Chris and his fellow teammates had all made it down to the locker rooms where they had changed into their workout gear (which consisted of t-shirts, tank tops, and sweatpants) and were currently standing in front of Wesker, who was dressed in a similar style with his sunglasses discarded. Another speech ensued in which Wesker explained how physical combat was important, and that not everything could be solved behind the barrel of a gun.

"I'm sure this is mostly review for many of you, but I read in some of your reports that physical combat was not your strong suit, so I intend to remedy that. Now, Christopher, I want you to attack me," Wesker said, eyes locking with the stunned male before him.

"Wait, attack you?" Chris asked, slightly confused as to the whole 'attack your Captain' aspect of it all.

"Charge at me as if you were going to knock me off of my feet," Wesker stated, his pose still relaxed as he challenged Chris.

Chris took a moment to comprehend everything before he shrugged and lunged forward, aiming for Wesker's stomach with his shoulder so he could knock him off balance and throw him down to the ground.

It worked surprisingly well, and Chris found himself lying overtop of Wesker, who had fallen roughly to the mat, a small 'whoomp' sound accompanying the action. Chris moved slightly so his arms were stationed at either side of Wesker's shoulders, his legs resting rather awkwardly between Wesker's own.

Well this was… a little strange.

Wesker didn't seem to mind the position and turned his head to speak to his team while Chris remained above the older male, seemingly unable to move from the position. He was too enamoured with the way Wesker's body felt so warm against his own, how his piercing grey eyes locked onto his subordinate's like a hawk would on its prey, and how his thin, soft lips easily formed words with that slight English accent that Chris liked so much.

And the scent- dear god, Wesker's smell was intoxicating. He wore a rich, spicy cologne that invaded Chris' senses and made the man want to do nothing more than bury his face in the crook of his neck and breathe it all in.

He wasn't even paying attention to Wesker's explanation of how not to block an attack, and simply stared at the man who was resting under him, strange and unexplainable feelings bubbling to the surface.

He was rather abruptly shaken out of his daze though when he noticed Wesker's arms had come up and were in the process of flipping their positions, shoving Chris off of his body using slight force on his side, but mostly the momentum of Chris' falling form. Body slamming to the mat, Chris looked up to see Wesker was straddling him, his arms pressing gently against his neck in order to prevent Chris from really moving for fear of being choked.

"As you can see, I locked my arms on either side of his own and shoved him in one direction, using the momentum of his body in order to flip the positions. Now, with my arms braced against his neck in such a manner, he may not use the same move against me," Wesker stated, not paying attention to Chris, who was trying desperately to act cool and indifferent given the circumstances.

"When are we supposed to use something like this?" Brad asked as Wesker let up on Chris' neck and stood up.

"When an attacker is trying to strangle you, Vickers," Wesker replied, voice dry and slightly exasperated. Offering his hand to Chris, Wesker helped the still slightly stunned brunette up.

Chris hadn't realized that what he had been feeling in the wrestling room was anything strange or odd- it was simply admiration. That was until Wesker approached him later before they all left for the day to thank Chris for being such a cooperative wrestling partner, causing Chris to go red at the tips of his ears and mutter how he was more than willing to help Wesker out that he realized…

He had a crush on his Captain.

**XX**

He wasn't gay- Chris knew that for sure. He liked women- he liked everything about women, in fact. He liked their curvy and supple figures, their soft and silky hair that you could run your fingers through, and most of all he liked how they perfectly counteracted his masculinity. Men and women, they belonged together both physically and emotionally.

That wasn't to say Chris was homophobic or anything- he figured love of any kind, be it between a man and a woman or two men was a good thing. The world, after all, needed more love in it, right?

And Chris wasn't going to deny the fact that maybe, in his younger days when he and his friends snuck some alcohol from their parents or used fake ID's to get some beer, that maybe there had been some experimentation. It wasn't like he had had sex with another guy, but he'd made out with a few in his 'youth'- but that was all just experimentation, a phase he had gone through to get a better sense of himself and his sexuality.

He liked women- he was sure of that.

Then why could he not get the image of Wesker beneath him, breathing slightly heavy, chest pressed against his as they lay tangled together out of his mind? He had walked home after the startling realization to 'clear his head' and only ended up confusing himself further. When that didn't work, he decided to take a shower when he got home to let the warm steam fuddle his senses.

Only the warmth of the shower, coupled with the day's events were proving to excite Chris in a way he really did not want to recognize.

A warm throbbing between his legs had snapped Chris out of his musings as he strayed under the spray of the water, causing the young male to moan in frustration and pleasure. Looking down at his growing erection, Chris toyed with the thought of turning the cold water on and letting it shock him out of his rather aroused state- but decided to deal with it quickly and easily.

Sliding his hand down his chest, Chris tried to think of beautiful women- women like Mindy with full and soft lips, round and perky breasts, and gorgeous blonde hair…

Wesker had blonde hair…

In fact, Wesker has really nice blonde hair- blonde hair that Chris wanted to touch, wanted to run his hands through and muss up completely in the heat of the moment.

Chris mentally scolded himself for easily going strait to thoughts of Wesker, but let the ideas continue to come- he could regret it after the effects of the arousal wore off. Grasping his cock, Chris began to slide his hand up and down slowly, biting his bottom lip as he imagined what Wesker would look like naked and hard as nails as he lay in bed, seductive British drawl washing over him as he teased Chris to the point of insanity.

He wondered if Wesker would be his usual stoic self in bed- completely in control of the situation, or if he would let go for a moment and ride out the sexual experience to the point of pure pleasure.

Flicking his thumb over the head of his member, Chris let out a soft sigh as he imagined what Wesker's hands would feel like over his cock- how would they differ from a woman's soft and often hesitant manipulation?

Leaning against the shower wall, Chris let the fantasies and ideas wash over him until he was coming into his hand, hips jerking slightly as he released ribbons of semen that fell to the floor of the bath before swirling down the drain. Images of Wesker in numerous sexual situations flashed before him as he rode out the feeling before he was spent, body leaning against the shower wall as he breathed heavily in and out.

Opening his eyes, Chris let out a disgruntled sigh and washed himself off before stepping out of the shower. He didn't know what he was going to do about this 'man-crush' of his, but he was leaning heavily towards the 'Don't talk about it and it'll go away soon' option.

After all, if he just stopped jerking off to thoughts of his Captain (dear god, had he really just done that?!), then soon the feelings would go away and everything would be fine.

Or he would just quit STARS, move to Canada, and live in a cold as hell part of the country where no boner would ever be possible on account of the sheer numbness of the area, and live the rest of his life as a hermit.

He really hoped this would pass… he didn't want to be a hermit.

**XX**

"You're being awfully quiet today, Chris… is something wrong?" Mindy asked, eyebrows furrowed as she inspected the man. Sitting across from her at the café where they had gone to lunch was Chris, who looked like he had been through the ringer the last couple of days. "I mean, I know the STARS training has been hard, but you look so…defeated today."

"It's nothing, don't worry about it. Just haven't been sleeping well, I guess," Chris mumbled, picking at the sandwich he had ordered for lunch. He had forgotten his lunch that afternoon and decided to invite Mindy out to the café nearby for a sandwich. A mini-date if you will.

"They really push you hard, don't they?" Mindy said, playing with the straw in her bottle of sparkling water.

"Yeah, I guess. It's just frustrating because we're not doing anything really, you know? No missions- nothing. We're all getting restless."

Mindy let out a soft sigh and reached across the table to take Chris' hand in her own, squeezing the marksman's hand gently before running her fingers soothingly along his palm. "You'll get a mission soon- I'm sure of it. Soon you're going to be so swamped with calls and people to save that you'll be exhausted from a hard day's work rather than boredom. I think everyone's just afraid of doing anything against Umbrella right now, but the hype around STARS is going down, so maybe they'll fall into a false sense of security?"

Chris hated to say it, but he sort of wished that someone would commit a serious crime so that he could get involved. "Maybe… I just hope it's soon."

Silence overcame the table as Mindy continued to play with Chris' hand, causing the young man to think about what Wesker's spider-like fingers would feel like doing the same thing. Mentally scolding himself, Chris pushed the thought away and looked up at Mindy.

"Hey, Mindy… can I ask you a question?" Chris said slowly, wondering if he should talk to his not-girlfriend about the slight predicament he was in. It had been a week, and Chris couldn't get Wesker out of his head, no matter how hard he tried. Almost every little thing would trigger some sort of fantasy or question about his Captain- and sometimes Chris figured that Wesker knew about his crush. But that was ridiculous, he wasn't sending out any signals at all…

Or was he? Damn it, Chris hated his mind sometimes.

"Sure, what's up?"

"What if… what if… I suggested we skip the work we have to do in the afternoon and just go back to my place?"

Chicken shit.

"Ha, you know I would love to, but we've both got obligations, unfortunately. But I'm free later tonight if you're still, you know… up for it." Winking, Mindy played with her hair coyly.

Chris smiled slightly and nodded- a woman would do him some good. It would slap some sense into him, that was for sure.

**XX**

Chris hated himself- he was possibly one of the worst males in all of Raccoon City, maybe all of the United States.

Running a hand over his face, Chris looked over at Mindy, who was breathing heavily, a goofy grin on her pretty features as she tried to catch her breath. The blankets were twisted around them on Chris' bed, as if to trap Chris to the current situation he was in.

"That was… amazing," Mindy huffed out, turning slightly to look at Chris, grinning. "You were like some sort of sex god a moment ago."

Chris returned the smile with a shaky one of his own, mind completely blank except for the reoccurring thought of 'You are such a dick'.

When Mindy had come over later that evening, Chris wasted no time in getting her to bed, intent on 'proving' that given the option of fantasizing about Wesker or sleeping with a gorgeous woman, he would much prefer said woman over any homoerotic fantasy.

Only when they finally began to have sex, all Chris could do was replace Mindy's soft moans with how he imagined Wesker would sound in bed, more primal and deep that would send electricity through his nerves.

All he could do was imagine that he was running his hands along firm and toned muscle, replacing the soft and warm parts of Mindy with the images and feelings of a hard and masculine body beneath and above him.

And all he could do was let out all of his frustration and need on Mindy's body while thinking about someone else.

Chris had had sex with a beautiful girl who was so amazing and kind, and all he could think about- and all he wanted to think about- was what it would be like to fuck around with his Captain.

And that was why Chris knew he was the biggest dick this city had ever seen.

"You weren't so bad yourself," Chris mumbled out, faking being exhausted (although he really was incredibly tired after that). Mindy smiled and inched closer to Chris so that she could rest her head on his chest, cuddling close. Wrapping an arm around her, Chris closed his eyes and began to think that maybe this wasn't just a phase.

Thanks for all the amazing feedback, reviews, favories, watches, etc. You guys are all really amazing, and you keep me writing! Anyways, next update shall come in due time- we finally get some action! And no, not THAT kind of action- real cop action!