Author's Note: I'm off to Wondercon in a week and I should be packing but I'm giving you lovely people a new chapter! Thank you guys for the support and I hope you enjoy.

.:Chapter 2:.

The Beginning of the End

Walking into the B.S.A.A Headquarters gave Chris an overwhelming sense of reality; he felt as if he was intruding. Even as people passed by him, smiling and waving as they recognized him, he was put off. Chris did not smile and wave back nor did he really show much attention to anyone. His eyes were to the floor and his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He ignored whoever was calling his name from across the reception area and continued to the elevator within the hallway.

The brunet pressed the button and waited as the ding of the hallway began. He did not bother dressing in his usual B.S.A.A outfit; with nothing to fight, there was no point in dressing the part. Instead, he threw a black t-shirt over his head and left—actually, he was pretty sure the t-shirt was Wesker's but nevertheless he wore it.

The door slid open with a loud ring and a group of people began shuffling out, some saying their goodbyes to Chris, others completely ignoring him.

Everyone was leaving.

Lucky bastards.

Chris waited for the lift to clear and he stepped inside alone. He, reluctantly, pressed the third floor button and waited.

The doors slid open with a quiet ding and Chris looked up to see a smiling brunet.

"Chris!"

"Jill," Chris said, pushing a smile to his lips.

"I thought you would be here earlier," Jill said honestly, stepping aside to let Chris out of the elevator. Her hand held the lift door open and Chris had to stop her from walking inside.

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you before I started my shift."

"I was just about to go home," Jill said but removed her hand from the door sensor.

"This is important," Chris insisted, leading her to his office.

They made their way down the hall, Jill saying her hellos and goodbyes to passing agents. Chris ignored them and focused on his own footsteps with his hands shoved into his pockets yet again. Jill shot worrisome glances to the male and sighed when he did not meet her gaze.

The two arrived at Chris' office and they stopped. Jill waited until Chris unlocked the door, opening it and flipping on the lights as he walked in. Jill followed behind him but closed the door behind her before walking deeper into the room.

Chris took a seat behind his desk, slipped his keys into a drawer, and stared longingly at the old S.T.A.R.S picture that sat on the corner of his desk. Shelves lined his office with various awards, laminated newspapers, and presents given to him by colleagues—mostly Jill.

"What is this about?" Jill asked carefully her eyes following his gaze to the picture frame between them. She could only see the back of the frame but frowned nonetheless as he responded without looking at her.

"I'm leaving."

Even as she gasped, his eyes stayed on the picture; as a group, they were smiling, even Albert, and S.T.A.R.S just seemed happy. Some members were kneeling, including Chris and Jill, and most were posing with guns. Behind the group sat a stationary helicopter that Chris recognized as the same one Brad used to fly.

"What do you mean 'leaving'?" Jill asked, readjusting in her seat to seem attentive.

"The B.S.A.A is just as flawed as S.T.A.R.S; a different company, different psychos but the same outcome. Tricell can't be trusted, Jill. They are the new Umbrella."

Jill was silent for a moment before she sighed and sat back.

"You've been through a lot, Chris. Wesker is hunting you, you work all night alone, sleep is difficult—I understand."

"That has nothing to do with this, Jill. I'm not running anymore and I'm not following the same footsteps S.T.A.R.S took."

"Why won't you look at me?" Jill asked suddenly.

"This is hard," Chris said, eyes slowly rising to meet Jill's gaze. "I want you to leave too. TerraSave could use the help and they don't have any outside influence at all."

"You don't have any proof and you expect me to leave an organization that I—We busted our asses to keep?"

Chris was quiet before he sighed and gave a nod, "Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because I would do it for you."

Chris finished packing his items, the last item being the S.T.A.R.S photo. He sat for a long moment, the hand holding the picture lingering over the box before he set the picture frame inside. Jill was leaning against the doorway with a frown by the time he looked up.

"Did you talk to Claire?" she asked, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Yeah, TerraSave needs the help if you're willing and Claire is excited by the idea."

Jill grew silent and sighed, walking several steps into the room. She looked at the box and smiled sadly at the S.T.A.R.S picture on the top.

"I didn't know you still had that," Jill stated looking to Chris for a response.

"It's been there for a while now. You haven't seen it?"

"I've never been behind your desk, Chris."

"Right," Chris muttered.

"Don't forget the nameplate on the door. You wouldn't want to forget—"

"When are you going to stop stalling and tell me what you decided?" Chris asked hastily causing Jill to sigh heavily again.

"I don't know if TerraSave is the place for me, Chris."

"The B.S.A.A will get you killed."

"You don't have proof."

"Yes I do," Chris said with a growl. "I just can't show you."

"You expect me to trust that?" Jill asked, her arms dropping to her sides.

"I expect you to trust me."

"I do, Chris. I'm just afraid you are being a little—" Jill trailed off at the annoyance planted on Chris' face and she exhaled quietly.

"A little what, Jill?"

"Paranoid."

"Jill, just take my advice. Please." Chris' plea was closer to a beg than a request. Chris was absolutely terrified that the B.S.A.A would be Jill's downfall. In fact, he sounded much like he did after the fall of S.T.A.R.S—a memory that Jill could never forget.

"Fine. I'll transfer to TerraSave," Jill said with a sigh. "Only for you."

"I assume Miss Valentine is safe?"

"Does it matter?" Chris asked with a smile, looking towards Albert who shifted in his seat.

It had only been a few days but once Albert had returned, Chris was packed and ready. Albert had a plane prepared and the two were boarded and on their way to Africa. The plane was small—discreet and had a Tricell logo across the side but Chris said nothing. True, he was not very happy about the situation but he was with Albert and that was what mattered…. Right?

"It matters to you," Albert stated, standing to slip off his leather jacket. He set the coat onto the empty seat beside him and retook his seat.

"Yeah, she's safe. Out of the B.S.A.A and into a different organization probably just as corrupted," Chris muttered and let his head fall against the headrest of the seat. "How long is this flight?"

"Long enough," the blond stated with a smirk. "We have quite a bit of time."

"No sex."

"Come now, Chris. It's been a week," Albert said matter-of-factly, his hand resting carefully onto the brunette's knee.

"Exactly. It's only been a week," Chris muttered, his hand taking Albert's and setting it onto the blonde's arm rest with a smug smirk.

Albert crossed his legs and remained quiet, hands going into his lap. Chris chuckled at the uptight response then leaned over and kissed the side of the blonde's mouth, smiling when Albert turned his head and met his lips fully.

"Maybe we could have a little fun," Chris muttered, climbing over the arm rests and into Albert's lap.

The situation was horribly uncomfortable; Chris's thighs were being pushed into the armrests but he simply could not pull from the kiss long enough to say anything about it. Albert was hastily looking for the lever that reclined the seat back but, unfortunately, it was under the seat and with Chris in the way he couldn't reach it—though he, also, could not pull from the kiss long enough to complain. The two continued like this for several minutes. By the time Chris pulled from the kiss, his shirt had been peeled off and Albert's shirt and pants were both open and being heavily molested by Chris in every way he possibly could.

"I can't feel my leg," Chris said with a chuckle, sliding out of Albert's lap.

"I don't believe your leg is what you need to feel right now," Albert growled, hand reaching out to grab Chris by the unused belt loop at his waist. Chris was yanked back towards the blond but sighed and pulled away, hand grabbing hand instead.

"There has to be a better place for this," Chris insisted, looking around the small plane.

"Perhaps," Albert muttered standing and guiding Chris farther back into the plane. "I rarely take planes but I do believe—ah."

Albert had opened a door to find a small bunk room. Two bed compartments sat on either side of the room and a small curtain closed off each. Chris, unlike Albert, did not see this as a solution however.

"Do you really think we're going to fit into one of those?"

"I don't believe it will be an issue," Albert muttered, ducking down to pull back the curtain and slip into the small bunk.

"We're two very muscular men—"

"-Oh I'm well aware."

"You're missing the point," Chris sighed and a hand went through his hair.

"Purposely."

"Stop that."

"Stop speaking, remove your clothes, and fuck me."

Chris would have fought back but he could never deny the growled husky voice that Albert had when he was horny and damn was he horny. Chris obeyed quickly and kicked off his boxers and jeans. Shoes were kicked off and socks were discarded and by the time Chris looked up, Albert was leaning on his elbows, cock free from his pants. His eyes remained on Chris and they didn't move even as Chris walked towards him and crouched down.

"Do you have—"

"Of course," Albert pulled out a tube of lube from under his pillow and Chris sighed as it was handed to him.

"You really do think of everything."

"I do. Unfortunately for you, there isn't enough room in here for me to prepare you. You get to prepare yourself," Albert stated with a smirk. "And I get to watch."

A blush crept up Chris' neck and his cheeks were suddenly red as he sat down and unscrewed the tube. He squeezed the contents onto his fingers and set the tube aside. He used his free hand to prop himself up while the lubed hand went to his spread legs. With his bottom lip between his teeth and eyes avoiding Albert's intent gaze, Chris found his opening. He rubbed the cool contents to it before slipping in two fingers at once. He was no beginner and he and Albert had done more with less preparation before with no issue.

Chris could only go so far but it was enough by the pure hunger on Albert's face. Chris ignored Albert's reaction for now, his eyes closing as he began scissoring himself, obscene squishing noises filling his ears. Once the noise reached Albert, however, he immediately reached down and began stroking himself, unable to resist the sight before him.

When the need to be filled overcame the need to tease Albert, he pulled his fingers from himself and tossed the discarded tube towards Albert. Chris repositioned himself and when Albert had slickened himself enough, it was Chris's turn to somehow fit himself into the small cubby hole.

Chris slipped his leg over Albert's lap and pulled himself in; his knees were on either side of Albert while his hands were keeping him held up because if he sat up even an inch more, his back and head would be touching the ceiling. Chris slowly leaned himself down until their chests were touching and once he was settled, he smiled and playfully pecked Albert on the lips.

"See? Knew I could do it," Chris said breathlessly.

"And you did it well, Pet," Albert growled, taking the brunette's lips a bit more forcefully.

Chris lost himself in the kiss for a moment but even as his mind reeled, he longed to be filled. Tongues played and moans muffled as Chris reached between the two, lifting to fully grasp Wesker's member. He guided the blonde's arousal to his opening and, with a hitch of his breath, sheathed himself in a single downward thrust. Albert met the hot tight space with a full thrust and both moaned, pulling from the kiss.

"That was unexpected," Albert breathed.

"I'm doing a lot of that today," Chris muttered with a breathy chuckle as he laid one arm on either side of Wesker and lifted.

Albert's hands grasped at Chris' waist, pulling him down to meet his thrust, rolling his hips when skin met skin and another of Chris' moans filled the air. When the blonde repeated the motion, Chris' head fell back, brushing against the top of the bunk, giving Albert full access to the sensitive skin of Chris' neck. A tongue slid against salty skin before Albert's teeth clamped down.

Chris gasped, right hand clawing into the blonde's leather clad shoulder.

The rhythm continued as the two took the process far slower to prolong their finish. Albert continuously reminded himself to wait until Chris gave some sign of wanting the ultimate pounding that Albert Wesker was quite known for.

When the 'sign' finally came, it was slight. Chris repositioned himself, pushing himself up so he was sitting on Albert's moving lap instead of simply laying on the blond. His eyes met Albert's red and just as he was about to smirk, the blond thrust deep into the brunet and caused him to moan—it was time.

Albert repositioned himself as well, pushing Chris's upper back flush against the ceiling as he used his left arm for leverage and his right hand to guide Chris into a blood boiling kiss. Moments later, Chris's back was being slammed into the ceiling and a mix of moans, groans, and slapping skin erupted. Loud pants came from both men but once Chris got a hand on the rhythm, he was able to grind against Albert's lap when he was thrust into.

"F-Fuck," Chris gasped when the combined pressure of Albert pounding into him combined with the abundant fullness that only came when he was with the blond forced his body into a tingling mess of nothing.

He was soon moving, losing all support and falling onto Albert's chest as he rode out the orgasm.

Albert followed and pulled Chris into another fierce kiss, lips bruising lips, as the two entangled into a needy grasp that neither cared to untangle themselves from even when they began coming down from their blissful high.

Panting filled the silence despite the goofy grin on Chris's face and both were perfectly content despite the rising heat practically radiating from their bodies.

"This plane better have a shower."

"I'm not ready for round two just yet, Christopher," Albert muttered with a smirk.

"Don't even joke about it," Chris responded with a smile. "Not yet, anyway."

"Very well," Albert agreed, arms encircling Chris to pull him into a lazy embrace.

The two remained there for quite a while. Chris may have fallen asleep, he wasn't sure, but when soft lips pressed to his forehead to stir him from his slight slumber, he gave a hum in response.

"It may not be the wisest decision to fall asleep here," Albert said quietly.

"Possibly," Chris stated sluggishly, eyes still closed and arms still entangled somewhere under Albert.

"Come now. We can wash off and return to a clean bed."

"Fine," Chris muttered.

He didn't move.

"Christopher."

"Fine, fine," Chris sighed and rolled out of the bunk and onto the floor of the plane, pain striking through his upper and lower back at the same time. "Damn, did you have to abuse my back?" he asked as he pushed his clothes to the side and struggled to stand.

"I would apologize but I'm rather unsure on just how sorry I am," Albert stated as he slid from the bunk and stood.

Albert pushed his leather pants from his hips completely but tucked himself back into his briefs and led the way to the bathroom which had a small shower.

"Albert, how nice of you to return."

The Italian's words were laced with her strong accent and a look from Chris had her sneering. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight beehive nest atop her head (atrocious, really) and her dress barely covered the breasts that she simply could not care to hide.

"And with a guest, too," she added with glance to the male brunet.

"Christopher is not simply a guest, Excella," Albert stated, watching passively as the majini Excella had brought began to pack Chris' luggage into the car.

Excella responded but Chris was more focused on the majini (a name given by Albert) who was talking in rapid African languages to his fellow majini. Their dark skin shimmered in the African sun and Chris passively wondered how Albert remained pale. As if reading his mind, the blond leaned over and pressed his lips to Chris's, surprisingly him.

"Hurry!" Excella commanded to the majini, pulling her attention from the two.

"You seem conflicted."

"Y-Yeah sorry. It'll just take some time. They behave like the ganados from Leon's report but much more—"

"Domestic," Excella chimed in, right hand on her hip and left hanging at her side.

"They aren't dogs, Miss Gionne," Chris hissed.

"Oh no, of course not. We have those too," she stated with a smirk.

"They are humans."

"Were, darling, were," Excella said the nickname through her teeth and it was then when Albert stepped in.

"Stop, Excella."

"Of course, Albert, of course. Oh good, they are done. I will be waiting," Excella said passively, stepping up to the car before slipping into the driver's side.

"Albert?" Chris hissed when she closed the door. "Albert?" He repeated.

"Are you still jealous?"

"She is practically ready to rip her dress off—if you would call it that—and top you right here. She is the most revolting human being I have ever met and that is including before you decided to stop being an asshole. She is fake and mischievous and everything you would fucking love."

"Calm down, Christopher. She holds no threat to you. Why would you possibly think I would want someone fake and unbearable?"

"Because Albert Wesker doesn't want someone who will stick around. You want to fuck them and then leave them. That's how we started."

Albert turned on his heel to face Chris. His right hand grasped Chris's jaw, forcing the brunette's cold hard stare onto himself. Albert looked into Chris's dark eyes as he leaned forward and pecked his lips an attempt to sooth the brunet.

"Where we started and where we ended up are two very, very different places, Christopher."

"I know but it's hard to see the difference sometimes. That's how you treated me. I was the unbearable idiot who just couldn't leave well enough alone."

"Explain to me why I would possibly want another unbearable idiot to deal with, then," Albert stated with a smirk causing Chris to sigh. "You are simply burdening yourself with unwanted stress because this is a large step."

Chris sighed as the truth of the matter sunk in and he reluctantly smiled.

"Look at you being the caring and understanding boyfriend. I whipped you into shape," Chris said with a grin causing Albert to cock his head and his eyebrows to rise. "Before you forget—" Chris peeled back Albert's jacket from his chest and slipped his hand into the pocket. His fingers pulled out Albert's sunglasses and the blond smirked.

"I thought you hated—"

"I do. However, around her, I'm glad they're there."

Albert gave a simple nod and slipped the black sunglasses onto the bridge of his nose. Chris sighed and looked towards the car which happened to be a very impressive limo with the Tricell logo on the side. The brunet sighed and eyed the car as Albert placed a hand to the base of Chris' back and began guiding him towards the black vehicle.

"One last thing."

"Yes?" Albert asked, though did not stop moving the two.

"If she says your name one more time, I will feed her to the majini."

"You make me proud."

And there you go. Another chapter to hold you guys off while I'm gone for the next two weeks. Off to Anaheim with me and reviews are much appreciated!

They will definitely help while I'm slaving away in my best friend's sewing room trying to build two giant dresses. Wish us luck!