To answer a question by a comment. The Let's Player's username is agentjr. I like this one because he doesn't rely on facecam and his jokes always make me laugh.

Thanks to all who have been reading. I tried extra hard to make this chapter as good as it can be. I hope you enjoy it alright.

"Hey Jill. How are you feeling?"

The woman in question turned to her new friend. Chris was putting on his work jacket when she came in, rubbing her shoulder that must've hurt like hell. She withdrew her hand in favor of a wave and a smile.

"It's healing already. I should get these damn ugly stitches off in no time."

Enrico was also in the locker room. He was standing on the alert with a flyswatter in hand, desperately trying to vanquish his annoying menace. Chris had to hold in his laughter as he failed to get the thing for the twentieth time that morning.

Enrico, thankfully, didn't noticed the amused look on Chris's face since he was facing Jill.

"You better let the captain hear that," said Enrico, "Otherwise, his hair will turn grey worrying about you."

Perhaps her shoulder really was healing. It didn't seem to bother her as much as yesterday. Chris had looked in her direction several times and noticed her discomfort. Jill shook her head sadly.

"I swear, he acts like our father half the time. Even though he's only 36," Jill exclaimed to Chris.

Chris said, "So Barry had an interesting theory. He said that the captain might have a crush on you."

Barry told him not to mention the fact that Wesker hated women getting shot. But he assumed this topic was free to mention. Jill took in this information with a skeptic look on her face.

"I don't think so. I'm not sure I'm his type."

"Then when are you going to date me?" Enrico joked.

"Aren't you married, mister?"

They laughed until Wesker came in, looking a bit impatient.

"You're not getting paid to talk while changing clothes. Tons of paperwork to do, especially for you, Redfield."

Oh God just hearing the word made Chris want to cringe. While he and the others followed Wesker to the office, Chris thought about yesterday's odd encounter. The last thing that Wesker said still puzzled him. Don't go after dates too quickly. What did he mean by that? And why would he say something like that right after assuring Chris that he would get a lover soon?

Maybe he really did feel like a father figure to everyone and was worried about Chris rushing into a relationship. Wesker was only in his thirties and yet, as Chris had already seen, the captain acted very paternal toward his staff. Crap. Chris definitely couldn't get together with a guy that acted like a second father to him.

Well, not that Wesker showed much interest anyway. Chris realized he was just going to have to let it go and feel satisfied that he could look at Wesker's face.

He was almost done by the time Barry informed him their shift was over. While no one was looking, Chris stuffed the few remaining test papers into his pocket. He couldn't stand to spend another day on this stupid testing, so he would finish it tonight and breathe a sigh of relief. As long as he was clocked out, no one would care.

As he walked toward his locker, he felt a sturdy hand touch his shoulder. Attached to it was Wesker and his shades were gone, giving Chris free reign to gaze into those emerald orbs.

"You're the last to leave again, Redfield," he said it like nothing more than a comment.

"I assume you were the last to leave yesterday," Chris responded easily.

A wide smile came through the blonde's lips and Chris all but melted at the sight.

"Since we're the last to leave, would you like to go get a drink? It would be good to know more about you, being the newest member of our team."

Was he asking him out? No. No, Chris didn't dare to think of that as a possibility. He didn't want to get his hopes up in case this was nothing more than a proposal for friendship.

"Sure. I'd love to. Where do you normally go?"

"A place down Ashland road called Frontier. You heard of it?"

Chris dumbly shook his head. Wesker's smile broadened, revealing shiny white teeth. For a short second, Chris imagined what it would be like to feel those teeth softly nibbling his lips. Bad thoughts again, Chris. When would he ever learn?

While he knew where Ashland road was, he wasn't sure where to find this bar that Wesker mentioned. When he was working with the police, he was in a different town altogether but he didn't know every nook and crannie of Raccoon City just yet. He would have to get on memorizing the areas before he was in charge of surveying the town by himself.

"Where is Frontier exactly? Is it somewhere downtown? I don't usually go out there too much."

"I'll drive."

Chris wasn't sure he understood. Wesker wanted to drive him? But then that would inconvenience him because they would have to drive back so that Chris could get into his truck. He wasn't opposed to receiving small favors but he didn't feel comfortable asking that with a captain he was just only becoming friends with.

He gave a thankful smile in order to decline with grace.

"That's okay. I'm fine with driving there as long as I know the address. Or in any case, I can always follow you."

Was it just his imagination or did Wesker's smile…somewhat lessened? He couldn't tell for the smile was back in place before he was sure of the sudden change or not.

"Don't worry about it, Redfield. I would be more than happy to drive you. It will give us a chance to talk while we're going over there."

Well, Chris couldn't argue with that. The more time he could spend with handsome Albert Wesker, the better.

"Okay. Thanks a lot."

The two found themselves at a bar suggested by Wesker, one that Chris wouldn't ever go by himself. It was one of those high-class looking ones. Every inch was spotless and decorated with a modern theme. Lights filled the area and there was a dance spot to the left.

Once Chris saw the prices on the menu, he knew this really was a high-class deal. Did Wesker think he was loaded or something? Come to think of it, he didn't realize Wesker himself had this much money to burn on booze.

The bartender came by, looking so preen that not a hair was out of place.

"What would you gentlemen like?"

"A Manhattan for me," Wesker told him.

The waiter looked in Chris's direction, so he ordered a simple beer. At least he could pay for that without having a dent on his next grocery budget. As the bartender went to fix the orders, Wesker turned his direction.

"You seem nervous."

"I'm not use to this place, I guess," Chris admitted, feeling a bit childish.

"What movies do you like?"

"I don't know. Anything horror, I guess."

There was a spark of interest in Wesker's eyes. Damn, was that look ever gorgeous. The way those green eyes gleamed like that made Chris want to jump him right there.

"I see," Wesker stated, "You mean like…zombie movies?"

Chris couldn't prevent a chuckle this time. It was odd that this struck his funny bone more than seeing Enrico try in vain to squash a fly.

"Not really. I guess I like more realistic horror. Things that can actually happen, you know? Like a serial murderer."

A sudden knowing silence came through Wesker as he gave a look like he had a little secret he wasn't sharing.

"Really? So no ghost stories at all?"

"It's hard to get too scared with fantasy."

"Most fear comes out of fantasy. But then, do you get scared when you see a realistic horror movie?"

The bartender had at this point placed their drinks in front of them. Chris took a sip. The beer was the smoothest he had ever drank and the taste was good too. It was way better than that Keystone crap he sometimes got if it was on sale. The only reason he ever purchased it was for a cheap way to let loose.

"Sometimes. Though not very often anymore," he answered after taking a second to savor his expensive beer.

"You must get too used to it with the job you have."

"Probably. It's a shame. I use to love getting scared but nothing scares me so much anymore."

Though that wasn't entirely true. He did worry about his sister getting hurt but nothing about that kind of fear was particularly fun. He enjoyed the adrenaline pumping excitement he used to get watching movies with someone being chased by a crazed pursuer.

Wesker took a sip of his own drink before venturing forth with an odd question.

"Say they were real. Would you be scared of them then?"

"Sorry? Say what was real?" Chris asked.

"Zombies," now Wesker had his full attention, "Say you look at someone who was supposed to be dead right in their lifeless eyes. They look human enough save for torn skin. You knew this was an innocent human at one point. They might've even been your friend. But now all they want to do is tear your flesh from your bones with their teeth. Would you be scared to shoot?"

Chris had no idea that his captain had such an interest in the undead theories. Hopefully Wesker wasn't waiting around for the zombie apocalypse or something. Chris had met many interesting characters that were convinced the day was soon to come. He ridiculed them but he couldn't ridicule Wesker.

"I have never thought of it before," he said honestly.

"Well. I guess it is just a fantasy. I was hoping to see if I could scare you."

"Why?"

"So I could laugh about it at your expense."

"Ha ha," Chris said dryly but with good humor.

They continued to talk and Chris learned that Wesker had very strong view points about capitalism. Which was fine considering Chris wasn't planning on going communist anytime soon. Wesker also liked cake but judging from his physique he probably didn't treat himself to it too often.

Once they finished, Chris was surprised when Wesker told the bartender he was purchasing both drinks. He went in to intervene.

"You really don't-" But Wesker cut him off before he could go further.

"I insist, Redfield. I was hoping to count this as our first date."

Shock first then his face flushed like a red tomato. Redfield indeed.

"Wha-what?" he asked in surprise.

Wesker chuckled.

"Sorry. I thought you knew that I was asking you out but as we talked I realized you thought something different."

Chris looked down in shame. Anything to prevent Wesker from seeing him blush like a goddamn virgin about to get his first kiss.

"I…uh…"

"I understand if you're not interested. Don't worry if you're not-"

"But I am interested," Chris interrupted suddenly, producing a wide grin on Wesker's face. Chris managed to gather the courage to look at his captain but his blush was still intact.

Wesker wanted to plow him right then and there. He was afraid that if he kissed him at this bar, he wouldn't have an ounce of control left.

Wesker stood up and Chris followed his example. The blonde captain made sure he had on his best smile.

"Why don't we discuss this at my place in more detail?" he asked suggestively and Chris felt his pants tighten.

Wheras Chris still lived in an apartment complex, Wesker had himself an actual house, one relatively big for a single man. Chris would find there are two bedrooms in which one must be used for a guest room. Wesker served up some coffee and the two commenced chatting on the couch.

"You watch a lot of movies yourself?" Chris asked, motioning his head toward the 42" plasma screen tv that looked so new Chris doubted it was put much to use. The books on the shelves, in great contrast, looked a bit worn.

"I don't get as excited watching over the top CGI as I do reading Jules Verne's works," the man stated.

"Nerd," Chris joked with a crack of a smile.

Wesker stared at his mouth and Chris wondered if he had something on his face. Before he could ask, Wesker pulled his lips onto his, tenderly at first until Chris returned the kiss with full force. The blonde's tongue sought entrance, which Chris granted. When Chris tried to prod his own tongue into his captain's mouth, he was surprised to see Wesker fighting back.

Chris smirked as he wrapped his arm around the older man. So it was a fight he wanted then.

Wesker and he toppled over each other throughout the kiss like lions trying to pin their friends down playfully. In the end, Wesker came out on top with Chris plowed into the cushions and Wesker had leverage to enter his tongue in once more.

Not that Chris was complaining or anything. Oh hell no.

They withdrew only for a bit of air. Wesker gave an apologetic smile.

"Sorry. Could've asked to kiss you first before I just-" he was cut off by Chris forcefully resuming what they had started. Both their appendages were hardening, that much was apparent to the other man since they could both feel the other's need.

Chris soon found out that Wesker wasn't going to let him have much control. At least not without a fight. Not that it mattered much, as long as Chris had Wesker. They had just started making out and already this man's scent was becoming a drug while it filled his senses.

His hand come up to the back of Wesker's neck, rubbing at the locks of blonde hair. He stared directly at the shades, wondering if Wesker had his eyes closed or not. All this hiding was getting annoying. Chris pulled away (was that a moan from Wesker?) in order to take the offending lenses off. Wesker let him do so without a fight and Chris saw green eyes peering down at him lovingly and lustfully. Wesker pinched Chris's side.

"What's that for?" Chris chuckled. Why did he have the urge to nuzzle this man?

"You should know better than to undress a man on the first date. Where is your dignity?" joked the captain.

"Sorry. I could've sworn sunglasses didn't count."

"They do. I feel so naked without them."

Chris smirked, "Then I guess I'm such a slut."

Wesker kissed his brow.

"Mine. You're mine," he said reassuringly.

God, yes. Chris got to hear those words of love and possession from the sweetest and hottest man ever. He was about to open his mouth in order to proclaim that Wesker was his as well when the captain sealed his lips shut once again as the kissing continued.

Chris didn't know how long they went on like that, only that he wished the night would've lasted ten times longer.

xxx

He gently pulled his mind out of sleep, registering the feel of his captain's body intertwined with his. Last night was the most incredible experience of his life. Wesker was just as impressive naked as he was with clothes.

The man had been gentle but Chris still felt a little sore. He wouldn't dare tell that to Wesker though. Seconds after he woke up, Wesker's alarm began signaling that it was time to start the day. Chris wanted to stay there for a while longer but Wesker was waking up.

Green eyes focused on him. That beautiful smile came back in full swing.

"Morning there."

Chris kissed Wesker's brow, a loving return from when the older did that the first time. It was also a pleasant thank-you.

"Morning," Chris greeted back, "I guess we got to get ready for work."

"We can spare five minutes to just lay around and talk," proposed Wesker with a soft voice.

"Last time we decided to just 'talk' we did more lying around."

"True. But maybe that's why I proposed it?"

Chris reluctantly pulled out of the embrace, not missing the way Wesker flinched from the withdrawal.

"We have to get ready, otherwise we won't look our best for the team."

The captain and he got out of bed and faced each other. Chris was completely naked but Wesker had boxers at the very least. Wesker's shades were laying on the nightstand by the bed.

"Best for our team? By wearing the same clothes two days in a row?"

Chris didn't have a spare of clothing since he never imagined he would be spending the night with Wesker.

"They'll live. Besides, it will be hidden underneath my uniform anyway."

"As captain, I must insist you try harder to look your best. That requires a clean and fresh shirt, soldier."

"And what do you suggest?"

Wesker went over to his drawer and pulled out a white dress shirt and some linen black pants. He took a moment to inspect it.

"These may be a bit big but they'll have to do."

Chris blinked.

"You want to lend me your clothes?"

Wesker just had to look at him in order to give him his answer. Chris nodded his consent. He felt just a tad awkward about this idea but he knew that Wesker had a point.

"Well, can I use your shower?" Chris asked.

"Only if I can join you."

There was that possessive tone again. Chris felt like kissing this man senseless all over again. They definitely wouldn't be having any lack of spice in this newfound relationship.

xxx

Work passed by uneventfully. Jill seems to be doing better all the time, much to Chris's relief. Not once did she rub her shoulder or anything. At least, not while Chris was watching her.

He had forgotten about stuffing the rest of the test in his pockets but he was able to come up with an easy lie about misplacing them. Thankfully, Wesker had him scout with Enrico instead. It was a much needed break from all that paperwork and Chris knew he would be able to finish by tomorrow.

Now everyone was gone except Wesker and him. They were certainly making a habit of this, weren't they? Chris could probably take this time to do some grocery shopping since his pantry was running a bit low.

"Redfield," Wesker's arms came up behind him and wrapped around his torso. Wesker kissed and Chris leaned his head in to kiss back.

"Got to go do some errands," Chris informed once he pulled away. His head was only brought back to Wesker's lips again by a firm hand. The next time it was Wesker who decided to end it.

"I know what you did yesterday," he whispered sourly.

Chris frowned. What was with that tone? Was Wesker…angry? The captain's expression was pretty much unreadable.

"What?"

"You tried to take your work with you. Don't you know that's against the rules?" now a bit of playfulness leaked out. It caused Chris to smile.

"Oops. I guess you found me out."

"You should be punished."

"What are you going to do?"

Wesker pulled him to his own chair, placing Chris on top of his lap. Chris was by no means a small man. He even thought he might've weighed more than Wesker did actually. But it seemed that the captain had no trouble with him on his lap, if his satisfied smirk was any indication.

Chris felt a bit embarrassed that he was being held so easily. Hundreds of hours of weightlifting and Chris apparently weighed no more than a cat. He peered down and saw his reflection in the captain's shades.

"I guess I can always spank you."

Oh, hello there erection. Fancy seeing you again. Chris only had occasional fantasies and very rarely did he thought about something like that. It was like a BDSM level of sexuality that excited him more than he thought it would. Maybe it was just because Wesker was the one who suggested it?

Although Wesker was smiling, Chris wondered if he was actually being serious. Even if he was, did he have the gumption to spank him in the office that they worked at? Chris decided to test the waters.

"I was hoping you wanted to be my boyfriend. Not my father."

"I could be a fatherly boyfriend," Wesker suggested with a sly smile, "Besides, you need to be punished by somebody and I deem myself the only person strong enough to have an impact."

"So you really want to?" Chris asked.

"I need to."

There it was. Wesker was serious about this idea and Chris found himself willing to indulge him. He tried to ignore his pressing need underneath his pants, if at least to look like he was more collected than he actually was.

He allowed Wesker to pull him down until he was lying face down over his lap. Chris heard the loud smack before he felt it and once he realized how much force was in it, he yelped.

"Are you okay?" Wesker asked.

He must've been worried about overdoing it. Chris found that sweet. A man sweet enough to care yet spicy enough to want to perform these fantasies made for a perfect partner in Chris's book. The younger man shifted his weight in an attempt to get comfortable.

"I'm okay. Keep going. I need punishment, remember?" he said saucily.

"You're going to regret that tone of voice mister," the concern was gone now, replaced by an equally lust-filled voice.

Chris was about to retort when another, harder slap came upon his rear. Damn, could Wesker really hit. Why Chris was surprised, he wasn't sure. He was the captain of the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team.

It wasn't so much that he minded the pain as it was that the pain was only worsening his problem. He was certain that Wesker could feel his boner pressing against his thigh, a fact that the captain gracefully kept to himself. After ten hard slaps, the hand pressed on Chris's head.

"Feel better?"

"Yes," Chris whispered while licking his dry lips.

"You're already getting hard?" Wesker asked teasingly.

"Like you can't feel it."

Out of all the relationships Chris has had, being with Wesker had been the most passionate experience of his life. Barely 24 hours after they became official and they ended up having sex twice, once being on the captain's table. Wesker thankfully locked the area so no one would accidentally walk in on them.

Chris was pulling up his pants when he remembered something. Claire had talked about having a dinner celebration sometime after his first day with S.T.A.R.S. She was probably waiting for him to call and tell her his schedule so that they could work it in.

His ass was still stinging a bit from the so-called 'punishment' that he ended up enjoying too much. Wesker was putting on his shirt when he noted Chris taking out his phone.

"Who're you calling?" he asked.

Did the tone of which he asked sound sort of…harsh? Chris mentally shook his head. He must have been imagining things. No reason to feel uneasy from a simple question. It wasn't like Wesker was glaring at him or anything.

But he was frowning ever so slightly. Chris shrugged it off. Wesker might be thinking of something else that was making him unhappy.

"My sis. I told her I would call her. We were going to make plans for dinner."

"Dinner with your sister?" it seemed to sound strange to Wesker.

"We've always been a lot more like friends than siblings," Chris tried to explain, "And she wanted to celebrate my getting into the force."

"Can your boyfriend come along too?"

Chris smiled at this. The frown lessened on Wesker's face when he saw this.

"Sure, Wesker. She'll be thrilled to meet you. But she'll try to tease us both a bit. She did that with everyone I dated."

He missed the sour look on Wesker's face as he quickly turned his attention on his cell phone. It was a cheap Razor whose paint had a few scratches on it. Redfield was never an incredibly rich man to begin with but anyone who saw this piece of shit of a phone would laugh.

"Hey Claire. I'm calling about the dinner you promised me. How's your schedule looking?"

"Oh, Chris! Let's splurge tonight and go to Applebee's! You free?"

Yeah. Claire wasn't exactly a billionaire herself. They both grew up poorly and although they both have great jobs, neither could seem to hold onto much money for long. The reason for that was something Chris didn't want to think about right now. He forced a smile and brought himself back into a chipper mood.

"Of course. Both me and my boyfriend."

"You joking?"

"Nope. We work together and had a date last night. Now we're together."

He heard his sister whistle to show she was impressed.

"One date and you're already a thing? That sounds serious."

Chris looked up at Wesker and felt his face heat up. Wesker smiled a bit too widely and kissed his forehead.

"I need to make a quick call myself, so I'll be in the other room," his captain whispered to him.

Chris nodded. It seemed that Claire heard the hushed tone.

"Was that him?" she asked giddily.

Wesker was now out of the room, so Chris was free to gush without being embarrassed. Was he a man in his twenties or a teenage girl? Oh well.

"Yes. He's actually the captain too."

Claire gasped, "The captain? You managed to get fresh with the captain?"

"Believe it or not, he got fresh with me."

With vigor, Chris explained how it was Wesker who asked him out. He told her how he paid for his expensive beer at this high-dollar bar and how he drove him to his house.

Claire was silent as she listened to him.

"Well," she said at last, "It seems that he's ready to take you away and keep you to himself."

There was a hint of concern in her voice. Chris took a second to wonder why, then when he came up with an answer, he decided to offer some reassurance.

"It's not like he's a creep that's going to lock me inside and rape me every night, Claire. Sure, he's passionate but also a really cool guy. He cares about everyone on the team like family. You should have seen the hell he raised after Jill got shot."

"I guess. I just want you to be happy and I hope this guy isn't too good to be true."

"Oh, come on, Claire. You're acting like he's going to go all Mr. Hyde on me. The only people who should be worried about him are crooks."

xxx

Umbrella decided on a location to have the experiment. One of their mansions in which they did a lot of research would be perfect. Those scientists would have to sacrifice their lives for the greater good but Wesker didn't give a rat's ass for them.

What concerned him was Chris. As hard as it was for him to believe, he was already too attached to the boy to ever want to let him go. Since he was so favorable in Umbrella's eyes, he could always have it so that Chris would be spared. Maybe not take him to the mansion at all? That would be ideal.

Of course, that would mean that Chris would find out about the set-up and the nature of Wesker's true character. It was highly likely that he would be disgusted with him. He might not want anything to do with Wesker.

He might even oppose Wesker himself. Wesker let out a laugh. By that time, he would be a god. Chris wouldn't be able to do anything to him.

Wesker then frowned. Chris would want to leave, though. He would want to leave! And Wesker couldn't-wouldn't- have that kind of behavior from his subordinate. Chris would defy him and probably try to find another pair of arms to have comfort in. Wesker would tear off anyone's arms that embraced Redfield.

It couldn't be helped. When the day came, there would be a lot of mess to clean up. Chris would not make it easy for Wesker to keep them together. Wesker figured he would just enjoy the small amount of time when Chris stayed oblivious to his plans, then he would deal with whatever followed when the time came.

Wesker wanted Chris to be on his side forever and if he had to force Redfield to do it, well Wesker did worse in his life. Chris would just have to realize that leaving wasn't an option. Wesker only hoped that Chris wouldn't stall too long to forgive him. After all, who could argue with having a god for a lover?

The captain looked out the window. Chris was still talking to his sister. Wesker supposed if he was going to give Chris a drug to cease his aging process, it would only be fair to inject Claire as well. Chris would be heartbroken if Claire died without him and since he was his sister, Wesker saw no reason to feel jealous about their relationship.

Of course, he still got pissed off seeing Chris smile as he spoke to someone else on the phone.