Hotshot: I just decided to do a chapter in Chris' POV. Hopefully you guys will love it and will want to see more. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

Instinct: Redemption

Chapter 4

CHRIS REDFIELD

POV

After talking with Alice about the whole mate thing and watching her go, I decided to take her advice and went to the training room. Thankfully, Leon showed it to me after I came here with Kmart and my sister.

It was empty, which wasn't that surprising since how early it is, and I went to a bench before taking off my plain white t-shirt, leaving my torso covered in a thin muscle shirt. It felt good, being in clean clothes again and actually being able to shower.

I went over to the punching bag that hanged from the ceiling near the window that overlooked what use to be a great view of the lawn. I put my fists up like a boxer before starting to punch at the bag, kicking here and there, doing different combos. It felt normal now for me,just standing here punching and kicking. I hardly ever got to find a punching bag and use it since the world ended.

It wasn't long before I was joined by someone, though I never noticed until I heard them clear their throat. I looked over and saw the last person I wanted to see right now.

"Can I help you?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

"Spar with me." Wesker answered simply.

"I like where my bones are thank you very much." I turned back to the punching bag when I felt a presence right behind me.

"I won't go at full strength so you don't have to worry."

I couldn't help but growl. He really won't stop asking until I say yes. Fucking bastard. "Fine."

I turned around and swung a fist at the shorter man but he sidestepped it and grabbed my arm. I quickly kicked the closest leg behind the knee cap, making that knee buckle and getting my arm free. I quickly grip his arm and managed to throw him into the wall next the the punching bag. Damn, he really was going easy on me.

I watched as he cracked his neck, hand reaching up to take off his glasses, revealing his catlike eyes. He slipped his glasses in a pocket before he was suddenly right in front of me and sweeping my legs out from under me.

I landed on my back, my breath getting knocked out of me. I coughed before taking a moment to get my breath back before getting to my feet, taking a deep breath.

I went to look at Wesker when I was suddenly against the wall, a hand holding bout of my above my head. Damn, how the hell does he have that kind of reach in him?! I struggled against his grip but even when he isn't using his full strength, he was still strong as hell.

I continued to squirm, trying to get free but I couldn't. I slumped before shooting the man a glare and he just simply smirked.

"Okay, so you're badass. You can let me go now." I huffed.

"Not yet."

I frowned before noticing that he had brought himself closer to me and- fuck, why did I want him to press his body against mine? And why the hell do I feel safe at this moment?

I noticed his eyes had closed and he was inhaling deeply, his nostrils flaring. After a moment, his eyes snapped open and stared into my own. "You have no idea what I want to do to you right now."

I swallowed at his rather predatory tone his voice had taken. He must had noticed because he pressed his body up against mine, his face inches away from my own. I could feel my heart pounding and I knew he could hear it.

I opened my mouth to say something, anything, when he leaned in and capture my lips with his in a firm kiss. I felt my body relaxing without my full consent and felt his free gloved hand sliding up my shirt before resting above my quickly beating heart.

He broke the kiss after a minute before letting my hands go and taking a step back, his hand slipping down my torso and back to his side. He slipped his glasses out of his pocket, slipping them on.

"I suspect that you already asked Alice about the mate aspect of us. So, I will let you finish thinking." He turned and walked out of the room, leaving me staring after her.

That was something I wasn't expecting to happen. I should be upset, should be pissed, but I knew that, deep down, I wasn't.

Fuck.

I already made up my mind on what I wanted to do.

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